Fairness doctrine in action

Tonight I gave a chance to a reprehensively bad episode of the new Fox breakout: Lie to Me.  Besides the criminal use of Tim Roth in this one-trick pony of a team of deus ex machina truth detectors, I saw the Fairness Doctrine in action without the need for government intervention.

I saw the team, over the course of an hour, demonstrate the effect of "microexpressions" (in the form of ham-fisted displays of obviousness) to solve their crimes CSI-style.  They even-handedly used images and video of Condoleezza Rice, Donald Rumsfeld and Chief Justice John Roberts, juxtaposed over the hour with videos of President Obama and President Bill Clinton to illustrate examples of people lying.

This show decided to use government officials as example of liars, which is well within reason.  But it knew not to go the now standard Bush-bashing route (oddly, I didn't see any imagery of Bush himself) to sell its product.

It does a decent job of using the weaknesses of our government controlling a message or keeping a secret, but at least it doesn't paint the whole apparatus as an institutional lie factory.

Still… terrible show.

Just a weapons malfuction... how are you?

Holy Christ, this old guy isn't afraid of death.

Your delta-wing plane has no engines. Physics dictates that you and your passengers are doomed to a fiery death. How do you deal with it?

Apparently, when you're a millionty years old... calm and composed.

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Hats off, of course. Enough crazy has happened in the last couple of weeks to wipe clean the achievement of a perfect water landing (in layman's terms, a horrific firey drowning exercise). But the composure of not only the pilot jarting headlong into hydro-doom... but of the air traffic controller executing emergency procedures and activating emergency response in the unlikely event that some star child were to survive the splashdown. Wow... just, wow. How are you?



My favorite part is the guy on the edge of the wing falling into the water. When you're the considerate nice guy first out of the plane, you walk to the furthest edge of the wing. What's your reward? Wet coldness with your life-raft (read: AirBus 320) floating away. I feel for you, Properly-Walking-To-The-End-Of-The-Wing-Guy.

Awwwww

We give trophies to dipshit kids for losing every game in the season.

Then, this happens. Sometimes, the most inspiring things come from the least exceptional of us.



This gives me a happy.

Commercial addendum addendum

A new entry in the Commercial Olympics:



Pretty sure it's not real... but... real Cook County (Chicago) phone number...
site: Jones Bigass Truck Rental & Storage

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Rickrolling tastes funny

What arguably could be considered the best moment in parade history.

I know he’s lip-synching, but he showed up.  You wouldn’t get this from any other guy.

Also, Cheese!

Best Commercial Addendum

Yes, this continues to be the best commercial ever created…

via: Greatest commercial evar

However, a VERY honorable runner up goes to this commercial (tap hit: Kent) -

My Cats

As if anybody cared.  These are the cats I know I know… these are the cats I know.

This, above, is Dusky.  She’s a Maine Coon who loves foods, chirping, T.O.Y.S. and laser pointers.  Here’s Dusky chasing her tail with a piece of yellow yarn tied to it.

And, below, is my kitten Putita.  Her name is a dirty Spanish word that fits her well.

She really is a bitch-cat.  I picked her up off the mean streets of Tucson, delivering her from a harsh life of kangaroo mice and little birdies for sustenance.  She hates strangers and voyeur cats, and she beats up on her kitten friends.  She’s a sweetheart, but very particular about who gives her the lovin’.