Tag: IOZ

IOZ was the Phil Lynnot of blogging.

And don’t get me wrong:  I loved Phil Lynnot.  Front man.  Thin Lizzy was shit without him.  Downey and Gorham always played too fast in concert, which I’m sure Phil hated, too.  Who did not enjoy the slow sweetnesses of Cowboy, the Boys and Jailbreak?

Phil went along with this genocide, just like IOZ and his current total fucking silence.

Do I look like I fucking care?


Two can play at that game, smart guy.



This entire generation, whether in media or power, is hopeless. A write off. Gutless, stupid and liars. They all need to go. And forgive me, that includes most of the high ranked bloggers, many of whom I consider my friends. Instead of being people who challenged power, who had the moral and intellectual integrity to speak from a place of principle, they have become apologists for the worst sort of craven sell-outs imaginable, constantly decided that if some group wins it’s ok to hurt other groups, including by taking away their rights.

The blogosphere I grew up in, is dead. And the hope that the Democrats would be enough better than the Republicans to fix America, well, that too is dead.

That’ll leave a mark.

There is superstitious writing on the wall

IOZ suggests that all this caterwauling about Constitutional issues could be self-deception from a people who historically were born on third and thought they hit a triple.

I have long thought that “American Exceptionalism” could largely be attributed to historical accident, i.e., the convergence of enlightenment thinking, the industrial revolution and a fresh petri dish.  It all must have seemed so manifest, eh?

It is tempting to leave it at that.

On the other hand.

One might further assume that the exactly ambiguous wording of the Constitution, prior English law, the magna carta, etc., were also accidental.  

Then let’s also assume that crying out in pain under the sharp elbows of conspecifics and the “alarm substance” given off by damaged fish scales to fellow schoolers are also accidental nonsense.

All accidental associations by mere contiguity, nothing more than a pitcher wearing his “lucky” socks.  Those fastballs down the tube never really happened.  He never really could throw gas.

Hey, IOZ, shut your fucking trap!

When I want to be dazzled by human intellect, I read IOZ.  He delivers.  In a similar vein, I love Bernard Chazelle’s posts on music: they make me feel edified in the absence of my own personal knowledge on the topic.  Thus, despite my shortcomings, I feel lifted by them, each in their own way.

However, fuck the fuck off, IOZ, you bitchy fucking cunt.  Gratuitously attacking Glenn Greenwald based on John Caruso’s misplaced bitchiness?  Please, don’t be a spiritless bitch.

IOZ may dazzle, but Glenn Greenwald moves mountains.

Quote for Discussion: Tacitus

So corrupted indeed and debased was that age by sycophancy that not only the foremost citizens who were forced to save their grandeur by servility, but every exconsul, most of the ex-praetors and a host of inferior senators would rise in eager rivalry to propose shameful and preposterous motions. Tradition says that Tiberius as often as he left the Senate-House used to exclaim in Greek, “How ready these men are to be slaves.” Clearly, even he, with his dislike of public freedom, was disgusted at the abject abasement of his creatures.

Tacitus, The Annals, via IOZ.