Wolf was born in San Francisco, California in 1962. She attended Lowell High School and debated
in regional speech tournaments as a member of the Lowell Forensic Society. She attended Yale University,
where she received her Bachelor of Arts in 1984; later, she was a Rhodes Scholar at New College, Oxford
Her essays have appeared in various publications including: The New Republic, The Wall Street Journal, Glamour, Ms., Esquire, The Washington Post, and The New York Times. She also speaks widely to groups across the country.
Naomi's ten steps:
1. Invoke a terrifying internal and external enemy
2. Create a gulag
3. Develop a thug caste
4. Set up an internal surveillance system
5. Harass citizens' groups
6. Engage in arbitrary detention and release
7. Target key individuals
8. Control the press
9. Dissent equals treason
10. Suspend the rule of law
Ms. Coulter's deflections from the real issues--
As an undergraduate at Cornell University, Coulter helped found The Cornell Review, and was a member of the Delta Gamma national women's fraternity. She graduated cum laude from Cornell in 1984, and received her law degree from the University of Michigan Law School, where she achieved membership in the Order of the Coif and was an editor of the Michigan Law Review.[6] At Michigan, Coulter founded a local chapter of the Federalist Society and was trained at the National Journalism Center.
[Last year, the Media Research Center presented Coulter with its
"Conservative Journalist of the Year" award. The Clare Boothe Luce Policy Institute
bestowed upon her its annual conservative leadership award "for her unfailing dedication to truth, freedom and conservative values and for being an exemplar, in word and deed, of what a true leader is."
"[Clinton] masturbates in the sinks."---Rivera Live 8/2/99
"God gave us the earth. We have dominion over the plants, the animals, the trees. God said, 'Earth is yours. Take it. Rape it. It's yours.'"---Hannity & Colmes, 6/20/01
The "backbone of the Democratic Party" is a "typical fat, implacable welfare recipient"---syndicated column 10/29/99
To a disabled Vietnam vet: "People like you caused us to lose that war."---MSNBC
"Women like Pamela Harriman and Patricia Duff are basically Anna Nicole Smith from the waist down. Let's just call it for what it is. They're whores."---Salon.com 11/16/00
Juan Gonzales is "Cuba's answer to Joey Buttafuoco," a "miscreant," "sperm-donor," and a "poor man's Hugh Hefner."---Rivera Live 5/1/00
On Princess Diana's death: "Her children knew she's sleeping with all these men. That just seems to me, it's the definition of 'not a good mother.' ... Is everyone just saying here that it's okay to ostentatiously have premarital sex in front of your children?"..."[Diana is] an ordinary and pathetic and confessional - I've never had bulimia! I've never had an affair! I've never had a divorce! So I don't think she's better than I am."---MSNBC 9/12/97
"I think there should be a literacy test and a poll tax for people to vote."---Hannity & Colmes, 8/17/99
"I think [women] should be armed but should not [be allowed to] vote."---Politically Incorrect, 2/26/01
"If you don't hate Clinton and the people who labored to keep him in office, you don't love your country."---George, 7/99
"We're now at the point that it's beyond whether or not this guy is a horny hick. I really think it's a question of his mental stability. He really could be a lunatic. I think it is a rational question for Americans to ask whether their president is insane."---Equal Time
"It's enough [to be impeached] for the president to be a pervert."---The Case Against Bill Clinton, Coulter's 1998 book.
"Clinton is in love with the erect penis."---This Evening with Judith Regan, Fox News Channel 2/6/00
"I think we had enough laws about the turn-of-the-century. We don't need any more." Asked how far back would she go to repeal laws, she replied, "Well, before the New Deal...[The Emancipation Proclamation] would be a good start."---Politically Incorrect 5/7/97
"If they have the one innocent person who has ever to be put to death this century out of over 7,000, you probably will get a good movie deal out of it."---MSNBC 7/27/97
"If those kids had been carrying guns they would have gunned down this one [child] gunman. ... Don't pray. Learn to use guns."---Politically Incorrect, 12/18/97
"The presumption of innocence only means you don't go right to jail."---Hannity & Colmes 8/24/01
"I have to say I'm all for public flogging. One type of criminal that a public humiliation might work particularly well with are the juvenile delinquents, a lot of whom consider it a badge of honor to be sent to juvenile detention. And it might not be such a cool thing in the 'hood to be flogged publicly."---MSNBC 3/22/97
"Originally, I was the only female with long blonde hair. Now, they all have long blonde hair."---CapitolHillBlue.com 6/6/00
"I am emboldened by my looks to say things Republican men wouldn't."---TV Guide 8/97
"Let's say I go out every night, I meet a guy and have sex with him. Good for me. I'm not married."---Rivera Live 6/7/00
"Anorexics never have boyfriends. ... That's one way to know you don't have anorexia, if you have a boyfriend."---Politically Incorrect 7/21/97
"I think [Whitewater]'s going to prevent the First Lady from running for Senate."---Rivera Live 3/12/99
"My track record is pretty good on predictions."---Rivera Live 12/8/98
"The thing I like about Bush is I think he hates liberals."---Washington Post 8/1/00
On Rep. Christopher Shays (d-CT) in deciding whether to run against him as a Libertarian candidate: "I really want to hurt him. I want him to feel pain."---Hartford Courant 6/25/99
"The swing voters---I like to refer to them as the idiot voters because they don't have set philosophical principles. You're either a liberal or you're a conservative if you have an IQ above a toaster. "---Beyond the News, Fox News Channel, 6/4/00
"My libertarian friends are probably getting a little upset now but I think that's because they never appreciate the benefits of local fascism."---MSNBC 2/8/97
"You want to be careful not to become just a blowhard."---Washington Post 10/16/98
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most of this stuff is from Wiki
just thought it would be nice to have it all in one place, a way for an old hillbilly to ruminate on the vagaries of the American Educational system; and
perhaps, to be facetious, the impressionism of young females when confronted with the limits of ambition.
I would note, in Ms. Coulter's secon to last remark, I might amend it a bit,
say to something like:
"if you have an IQ above that of a toaster, you are neither a conservative nor a liberal, you are what may be described as a sceptic; Or an American, who doesn't swallow hogwash easily.
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Upon perceiving the Vortex in American Political Life, or Anne Coulter's Adam's Apple
http://www.redted.us/diary/archives/2003/10/the_politics_of.html
ms. Coulter, ms. Coulter;
She seems very near the center of the Vortex. The essential banality of the American discussion, it's viciousness which stops just sort of violence. The Right it would seem has a certain mean spiritedness about it, an air of infallibility which gives it an authority which the left has abandoned over the years, as most of its social fantasies have collapsed for one reason or another. The ego centric world of politics ill-fits the leftest demagogue who must swear to give his power away for the sake of the people. The demagogue of the right has no such intellectual diverseness, being aligned with those establishments which condone the gathering of power into ever smaller groups for the sake of efficiency.
It is perhaps, more than anything else, the certainity of Ms. Coulter in her position, her blithe dismissal, her arrogance in assuming that anything that interferes with her assertions is at best the product of a limited imagination. She brings no learned argument to the table, her facts are often innuendo. Recently she asserted that in the Garden of Eden, Man was given dominion over the earth to rape and pillage it as he chose. Surely, for a Christian from the Far right, her choice of words might have included Sterwardship, tho the image, given free will might well have included the former it ill befits a spokesperson for the will of the Lord to give the flock such free rein over the remains of our once pristine planet.
Ah, well. Ms. Coulter Ms. Coulter,
how does your garden grow,
Player Queen:
Both here and hence pursue me lasting strife,
If once I be a widow, ever I be a wife!
Player King:
'Tis deeply sworn. Sweet, leave me here a while,
My spirits grow dull, and fain I would beguile
The tedious day with sleep.
Player Queen:
Sleep rock thy brain,
And never come mischance between us twain!
Hamlet:
Madam, how like you this play?
Queen:
The lady doth protest too much, methinks.
ms. Coulter, ms. Coulter;
She seems very near the center of the Vortex. The essential banality of the American discussion, it's viciousness which stops just sort of violence. The Right it would seem has a certain mean spiritedness about it, an air of infallibility which gives it an authority which the left has abandoned over the years, as most of its social fantasies have collapsed for one reason or another. The ego centric world of politics ill-fits the leftest demagogue who must swear to give his power away for the sake of the people. The demagogue of the right has no such intellectual diverseness, being aligned with those establishments which condone the gathering of power into ever smaller groups for the sake of efficiency.
It is perhaps, more than anything else, the certainity of Ms. Coulter in her position, her blithe dismissal, her arrogance in assuming that anything that interferes with her assertions is at best the product of a limited imagination. She brings no learned argument to the table, her facts are often innuendo. Recently she asserted that in the Garden of Eden, Man was given dominion over the earth to rape and pillage it as he chose. Surely, for a Christian from the Far right, her choice of words might have included Sterwardship, tho the image, given free will might well have included the former it ill befits a spokesperson for the will of the Lord to give the flock such free rein over the remains of our once pristine planet.
Ah, well. Ms. Coulter Ms. Coulter,
how does your garden grow,
Player Queen:
Both here and hence pursue me lasting strife,
If once I be a widow, ever I be a wife!
Player King:
'Tis deeply sworn. Sweet, leave me here a while,
My spirits grow dull, and fain I would beguile
The tedious day with sleep.
Player Queen:
Sleep rock thy brain,
And never come mischance between us twain!
Hamlet:
Madam, how like you this play?
Queen:
The lady doth protest too much, methinks.
Monday, October 29, 2007
some ancient thought
Lu Chi
Essay On Writing
4. The joy of Writing
Writing is in itself a joy,
Yet saints and sinners have long since held it in awe.
For it is Being, created by tasking the Great Void.
and ‘tis sound rung out of profound silence.
From: On Form
The lyric (shih) born out of pure emotion, is gossamer fiber woven into
the finest fabric.
The exhibitory essay, (fu) being true to the objects, is vividness
incarnate.
In monumental inscriptions (pei) rhetoric must be a foil to facts.
The elegy (lei) tenderly spins out ceaseless heartfelt grief.
The mnemonic (ming) is a smooth flow of genial phrases, succinct
but pregnant;
The staccato cadences of the epigram (chen) are all transparent
force.
While the eulogy (sung) enjoys the full abandon of grand style,
The expository (lun) must in exactitude and clarity excel.
The memorial (tsou) balanced and lucid, must be worthy of the
dignity of its royal audience.
The argument (shou) with glowing words and cunning parables
persuades,
Meticulous as these classifications are,
Lest passion and thought, given free rein, may wantonly go astray,
The maxim: Let Truth in terms most felicitous be spoken,
While of Verbiage beware.
Essay On Writing
4. The joy of Writing
Writing is in itself a joy,
Yet saints and sinners have long since held it in awe.
For it is Being, created by tasking the Great Void.
and ‘tis sound rung out of profound silence.
From: On Form
The lyric (shih) born out of pure emotion, is gossamer fiber woven into
the finest fabric.
The exhibitory essay, (fu) being true to the objects, is vividness
incarnate.
In monumental inscriptions (pei) rhetoric must be a foil to facts.
The elegy (lei) tenderly spins out ceaseless heartfelt grief.
The mnemonic (ming) is a smooth flow of genial phrases, succinct
but pregnant;
The staccato cadences of the epigram (chen) are all transparent
force.
While the eulogy (sung) enjoys the full abandon of grand style,
The expository (lun) must in exactitude and clarity excel.
The memorial (tsou) balanced and lucid, must be worthy of the
dignity of its royal audience.
The argument (shou) with glowing words and cunning parables
persuades,
Meticulous as these classifications are,
Lest passion and thought, given free rein, may wantonly go astray,
The maxim: Let Truth in terms most felicitous be spoken,
While of Verbiage beware.
Friday, October 26, 2007
my very first blog attempt.
I guess mostly I am wondering what I am doing here, and what I shall say.
time will tell.
I have been reading Mr. Silliman's blog. Nothing I don't reckon could be anymore better than that. One thing I shall be doing is making like an embedded reporter and stealing his stuff.
Could any greater thing have been invented for a writer? This is just great, despite the paucity of my thoughts, or my verses. Oh, Yeh! I am a writer too, but these days ain't everyone? I been writing probably bout as long as Mr. Silliman, tho not with his success, if you can count all that struggling he has done success...at least his views, are, in some circles shall we say admired? Mine alas are not. Not that I am so subtle! Nary a single thought comes to my mind that has not wafted somewhere else in the meantime. Room for everyone, I suppose. I don't really know how to express my thoughts on Mr. Silliman's theories of poesy, and it would be like trying to hit a moving target anyways, and I always seem to fire low and to the left anyways, my dad said I always jerked on the trigger...
an exoskeleton comes to mind perhaps, the bare bones, still connected of course, tenuously by frayed dry tendons, and perhaps here & there by a bit of string and hope.
a strangulation of emotion, of language, narration. The result being the Poem outside of itself. What I mean by that? Damned if I know, other than the poem seems self conscious rather than embarrassed. Which I don't suppose would worry Mr. Bloom at all, being as he is constantly embarrassed--the equation in his view seeming to include a mysticism to the purpose of the poet, which I do not find with mr. Silliman. More reading of Mr. Silliman will probably disabuse me of this view, as I cannot accept that anyone would adhere to this career choice without a fundamental hint of the divine calling.
Then we have the problem of craft vs Art.
That word Art is a very jumbled word these day, fraught with connotations, most of which would fall short of a definition...and well, craft is craft, the mastery of technique, an endless endeavor for the artist, and a matter of some pride for the artisan.
Art in the twentieth century is ego based, symbols are internalised, personal,
"I" driven, the various techniques employed arise from the personal need to express,
the external pressures of emulation are secondary--it is perhaps that not so many aspire to a purity, an incandescence, being content with a position, or an observation. The distillation of the subject is not the object, rather it is the juxtaposition of objects, the shotgun at fifty yards which fires a pattern, rather than a painters stroke which fires an emotion.
time will tell.
I have been reading Mr. Silliman's blog. Nothing I don't reckon could be anymore better than that. One thing I shall be doing is making like an embedded reporter and stealing his stuff.
Could any greater thing have been invented for a writer? This is just great, despite the paucity of my thoughts, or my verses. Oh, Yeh! I am a writer too, but these days ain't everyone? I been writing probably bout as long as Mr. Silliman, tho not with his success, if you can count all that struggling he has done success...at least his views, are, in some circles shall we say admired? Mine alas are not. Not that I am so subtle! Nary a single thought comes to my mind that has not wafted somewhere else in the meantime. Room for everyone, I suppose. I don't really know how to express my thoughts on Mr. Silliman's theories of poesy, and it would be like trying to hit a moving target anyways, and I always seem to fire low and to the left anyways, my dad said I always jerked on the trigger...
an exoskeleton comes to mind perhaps, the bare bones, still connected of course, tenuously by frayed dry tendons, and perhaps here & there by a bit of string and hope.
a strangulation of emotion, of language, narration. The result being the Poem outside of itself. What I mean by that? Damned if I know, other than the poem seems self conscious rather than embarrassed. Which I don't suppose would worry Mr. Bloom at all, being as he is constantly embarrassed--the equation in his view seeming to include a mysticism to the purpose of the poet, which I do not find with mr. Silliman. More reading of Mr. Silliman will probably disabuse me of this view, as I cannot accept that anyone would adhere to this career choice without a fundamental hint of the divine calling.
Then we have the problem of craft vs Art.
That word Art is a very jumbled word these day, fraught with connotations, most of which would fall short of a definition...and well, craft is craft, the mastery of technique, an endless endeavor for the artist, and a matter of some pride for the artisan.
Art in the twentieth century is ego based, symbols are internalised, personal,
"I" driven, the various techniques employed arise from the personal need to express,
the external pressures of emulation are secondary--it is perhaps that not so many aspire to a purity, an incandescence, being content with a position, or an observation. The distillation of the subject is not the object, rather it is the juxtaposition of objects, the shotgun at fifty yards which fires a pattern, rather than a painters stroke which fires an emotion.
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