Everyone is worried about identity theft these days.
Good thing that Stephen Colbert has some simple advice to help you stop worrying: Stephen’s Sound Advice: Protecting Identity, pt. 1 and the even funnier pt. 2.
Everyone is worried about identity theft these days.
Good thing that Stephen Colbert has some simple advice to help you stop worrying: Stephen’s Sound Advice: Protecting Identity, pt. 1 and the even funnier pt. 2.
Having failed to defuse a media typhoon by first swearing at reporters, and then second claiming that the boss didn’t know what he was saying (see That’s a Defense?), Sen. Allen moved on to step three, the non-apology apology. (And also the non-denial denial.)
Since that didn’t work, we are now on to step four, the pathetically unpersuasive explanation:
I also made up a nickname for the cameraman, which was in no way intended to be racially derogatory. Any insinuations to the contrary are completely false.
It was just a nickname. See? Nothing vicious here. I just happened to pick a nickname for the sole dark face in a white crowd that just happens to be the same as a common racial epithet. Could happen to anyone, right?
Sounds like Step Two all over again to me.
I had to link to this for the headline, even more than the content, Is Dick Cheney a Sith Lord?
Senator George Allen has a notoriously dubious history, one that pretty strongly suggests that he’s some kind of racist. Given that history, what is one to make of his explanation for yesterday’s antics?
You can see the film of Sen. Allen making at least a xenophobic if not racist comment about an aide to Democratic challenger Jim Webb — the clip is embedded in the Washington Post’s description of the gaffe, Allen Quip Provokes Outrage, Apology. S.R. Sidarth, a volunteer with the Webb campaign, was dogging the Allen campaign when Sen. Allen called the him a “macaca” — presumably a derogatory reference to either his dark skin or his Indian ancestry.
OK. That’s pretty dumb. On camera. But what really caught my eye was how the Allen campaign reacted to reporters’ questions.
Step one: “Allen’s campaign manager dismissed the issue with an expletive and insisted the senator has “nothing to apologize for.”
Step two: when it becomes clear this isn’t going away. Issue a statement described as an apology:
“Not many people in southwest Virginia would think it is derogatory,” Griffith said. “I didn’t have a clue what it meant, and I doubt Allen did, either.”
That’s right — one of the names often mentioned as a leading right-wing presidential candidate is explaining away his offensive remarks by saying he goes around giving public speeches saying stuff he doesn’t “have a clue what it meant.” (The other part, suggesting that people in a part of the state not noted for progressive racial views wouldn’t have a problem isn’t exactly an apology either.)
George Allen not only admits he doesn’t have a clue, he admits he says stuff he doesn’t understand.
Nah. Looks to me that the George Allen of old — the guy who used to affect a racist redneck persona, the guy who kept not just a Confederate flag but a noose in his office — got down to southern Va. and let down his hair. He relaxed among the good ol’ boys — Mr. Sidarth was the only dark face in the crowd — and let it rip.
I didn’t really have the greatest summer ever. It sounds as if Grant McCraken, on the other hand, did.
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Phone Saida at Saros Research in London and set up ethnographic interviews with 10 people in London.
It sounds strange, I’m sure. Who wants to play anthropologist on their holidays?
Well, if the object is to penetrate the barrier that stands between every tourist and country/culture, ethnographic interviews are really very usful.
Russell Davies and I (with the help of people attending Russell’s Account Planning School of the Web) were recently wrestling with the idea of cruise ships, those suburbs of the sea, and it occured to me that almost all touristic experience has the quality of cruise ship containment. We may get off the ship from time to time, but the closest we are getting to the host country is a shop filled with touristic chakahs that play out stereotypes and help extinquish the possibility of cross culture contact.
I do these interviews for a living. But I am suggesting that you do them for the sheer fun of it. On a recent trip, I found Londoners fascinating on several topics, including how dinner parties are changing in London, the difference between lager andstout, what is the deal with Manchester United, anyway, when and how to use one’s best “telephone voice,” gardening the Tony Blair way, and how English audiences received The Da Vinci Code (in some cases, with audible and enthusiastic scorn, apparently).
You will have to pay these people about 100 pounds each to sit for the interview. But it’s bargain, I’m telling you.
And we both went to London….
Is it just possible that there is a connection between today’s report that TSA Screeners Will Replace Contractors at U.S. Airports for ID inspections and the campaign by Ed Hasbrouck to find out the legal authority under which non-TSA workers demand ID?