An inconvenient tea party

[PJABBER]

So, what are you doing Sunday night?

Watching TV, going out for a few beers, shoveling yourself out from the wicked early snow dump socking in the Mountain States and the upper Midwest and the Mid-Atlantic?

How about going to a local movie premiere being billed as the largest simultaneous opening night ever?

Journalist and Irish filmmaker Phelim McAleer made the national news trying to ask Al Gore a question at the Society of Environmental Journalists' conference in Wisconsin last Friday. Gore dodged Phelim's question about the errors in An Inconvenient Truth, and Gore's SEJ allies cut Phelim's microphone. Al Gore never takes questions at any of the speeches he makes.

Now McAleer is releasing his counter-film, Not Evil Just Wrong, in a blitz targeting tea partiers and college campuses around the country and overseas.

Al Gore received a Nobel Prize and an Oscar for claiming in his film An Inconvenient Truth that humans cause global warming. Today, because of this film, school children fear that polar bears are drowning and they and their parents will be next. And extreme ?cap-and-trade? legislation Gore could only dream about a decade ago is now pending approval in the U.S. Senate, estimated to cost billions of dollars, mortgaging the futures of those same children before they've earned their first paycheck.

In Not Evil Just Wrong two Irish filmmakers take on Al Gore and the blind acceptance of his doomsday agenda.

Over 3 years in the making with a budget of over $1million, this explosive documentary exposes the distortions and hypocrisy of Gore and the global warming ?industry.? It explains the true costs of environmental policies like ?cap-and-trade? now before Congress.

Sounds like bluster? Check out the number of sites that are going to be hosting this event on Sunday, 8pm EST/5pm PST, and you just might be seeing once again how effective the tea party movement really is at guerrilla organizing when it wants to.

You can be part of the festivities, though it is a little late to host your own premiere. You can attend a public premiere at a local campus or just tune in for one of the simulcasts being made on sites such as Big Government.

Not Evil, Just Wrong

Host Your Own Premiere

Public Premieres

You know, if I am not skiing this Sunday evening I might just grab some popcorn and catch a movie...

An inconvenient tea party

An inconvenient tea party
By: Daniel Libit
POLITICO
October 16, 2009 02:57 PM EST

Irish filmmaker Phelim McAleer couldn?t get Hollywood interested in his conservative answer to Al Gore?s ?Inconvenient Truth,? so he?s trying to promote it a different way ? by getting tea party protesters to turn out for thousands of screenings across the country Sunday night.

McAleer is billing the multicity premiere of ?Not Evil Just Wrong? as the world?s largest simultaneous film viewing, and he says the ?cinematic wing of the tea party movement? is just the ticket for making it work.

?This is tailored-made for the tea party movement,? says McAleer. ?A small tea party is like a small theater.?

To promote the film, McAleer dialed in to Wednesday?s weekly conference call for 150 tea party leaders in California. Dawn Wildman, co-coordinator of the California Tea Party Patriots, said the reaction was tremendous.

?I think it is a marvelous idea, in the sense you are actually bringing it to the people,? Wildman said.

In San Diego, Wildman is expecting about 150 people to show up at a veterans? museum to watch the film. In Newport Beach, she said, a group of 100 is expected to watch the film at a restaurant. And organizers in Bakersfield are planning on showing the movie three separate times.

While Tea Party protests have so far focused more on government spending than environmental issues like global warming or the cap-and-trade bill working through Congress, tea party leaders says it?s time for the movement to branch out.

?It says a lot for the American people and the movement if we can consistently be looking at public policy or fiscal responsibility and evaluate pieces as they come out ? whether they be film pieces or books or any kind of intellectual pieces come out,? says Everett Wilkinson, a tea party leader in Florida.

And while a few YouTube video clips have helped ignite the conservative base ? such as Rick Santelli?s on-air diatribe against government bailouts and South Carolina Republican Rep. Joe Wilson?s ?You lie!? outburst ? Wilkinson said it will be a first to see his fellow Tea Party activists moved by film.

McAleer, who will watch the film at a screening in Vancouver on Sunday night, started work on the project in early 2007, about a half-year after the release of ?An Inconvenient Truth,? Gore?s alarm bell on global warming. At first, McAleer?s team was small ? mostly just him and his wife, Ann McElhinney.

But at the end of 2008, their work got some buzz in the European press and generated interest at the International Documentary Film Festival Amsterdam.

Afterward, McAleer says he flew out Los Angeles, hoping to convince studio executives to give it a feature release. But his efforts came up well short.

He blames it on politics.

?I think if we said the Earth is going to disappear in 30 years and America is responsible, then we would have gotten a release,? McAleer said.

So instead, McAleer turned to conservatives for help.

He said he met with Andrew Breitbart, the former Drudge Report editor who now runs a handful of conservative websites, including the one that fanned the flames of the right with videos of ACORN employees encouraging the efforts of actors pretending to seek government funding for brothels. Breitbart?s Big Hollywood site will stream the movie Sunday.

In February, McAleer presented his film at the CPAC conference, taking the stage right before Rush Limbaugh. And he?s hit every big conservative gathering along the way, including the National Right to Life Convention in Pittsburgh and the Americans for Prosperity?s Defending the American Dream Summit in Washington earlier this month.

McAleer received support from Grover Norquist?s Americans for Tax Reform, which e-mailed supporters, and the Heritage Foundation, which will be screening the main premiere on Sunday.

As much as McAleer has sought support from the right, he credits liberal filmmaker Michael Moore with paving the way for his kind of documentary.

?I am the son of Michael Moore,? says McAleer, ?or at least the illegitimate nephew.?

Phil Kerpen, director of policy for Americans for Prosperity, also sees the shoe-on-the-other-foot connection.

?Michael Moore, who was once the guerrilla, down-in-the-weeds documentarian, is releasing big Hollywood pictures, and it is right-wing conservative activists crashing events.?

McAleer seemed to rip a page straight out of Moore?s publicity playbook when he confronted Gore last week at the Society of Environmental Journalists conference in Madison, Wis. Taking to a microphone in the audience, McAleer pressed Gore about a British High Court judge?s findings of inconsistencies in the former vice president?s documentary, leading to a confrontation that ultimately ended up with his microphone being cut off.

Though McAleer insisted that there wasn?t ?any grand plan? behind his exchange with Gore, it provided him precisely the kind of publicity he wanted ? presenting him as the intrepid truth-seeker muzzled by the evil liberal media.

But while McAleer is happy to promote his movie through conservative circles, he bristled at being characterized as a conservative activist himself. A former reporter for the Irish News and correspondent for the London Sunday Times, he says he is now just a journalist with a video camera.

A spokeswoman for Gore declined to comment about the film.

 

[cyclohexane]

more like a gathering of retards

 

[PJABBER]

Originally posted by: cyclohexane
more like a gathering of retards

Soooo, does that mean you are going to be there?

(Sorry, I just couldn't help myself with that kind of an opening. Have A Nice Day!)

 

[JSt0rm]

Believe me. If he had money Hollywood would be interested.

its not on imdb. WTF?

but the director is lol

http://www.imdb.com/name/nm2697567/

 

[DealMonkey]

Nobody cares.

 

[PJABBER]

Originally posted by: JSt0rm01
Believe me. If he had money Hollywood would be interested.

its not on imdb. WTF?

but the director is lol

http://www.imdb.com/name/nm2697567/

IMDB does a good job in tracking industry people. If you have ever done anything professionally in the movie industry they are likely to have at least a mention.

BTW, $1 million is a decent budget for an indy film, but I don't think he got to use all of the CGI special effects Al was able to afford. Looking at the trailer it seems like the production values are very good.

Being a reporter for the Irish News and correspondent for the London Sunday Times isn't like going through film school, either, but maybe that is why he did not get that ol' Hollywood lefty fever.

As an independent, he obviously will not have immediate access to the mainstream distribution channels, but he seems to have done well at the film festival level. If the movie has legs he/his investors will recoup the funding and maybe roll over the proceeds toward a bigger project.

Certainly this marketing campaign is noteworthy. He is getting millions of dollars of free publicity and tapping into an audience he could never reach through standard advertising. 6,000+ screenings in 27 countries will allow quite a buzz.

There is even a contest for the biggest screening event - guerrilla marketing at its best!

Win a Trip to Ireland ? ?Disaster Tourism? at its Finest

"The grand prize will be awarded for the biggest overall premiere night screening event - but the trip will not be the typical ?Blarney Stone trip? ? instead, the winners will see how Ireland's leftist, ?green? politics have destroyed the vibrant Irish economy with a warning that the same thing could happen to North America if it jumps on the enviro-climate change bandwagon.??The trip package will include airfare to Dublin, Ireland, where the travelers can see how a progressive, environmentalist administration can bring a tourist-dependent economy to its knees by introducing a ?tourist tax? during a recession to discourage flying because of the carbon footprint that jets produce.

Once on the ground in Dublin, the winners will be transported to the hotel by taxi, fueled by gasoline four times more expensive than in the United States. Once there, the travelers can walk past the Dail - the historic Irish parliament - where the prime minister of this nation of only 4 million people is paid more than President Obama. Indeed, so too is the head of the nationalized health service of Ireland. If they?re very lucky, the travelers might see a Green cabinet minister leave in his chauffer-driven hybrid on the way to the airport to go to a conference about how important it was during a recession that Ireland takes the lead in banning fluorescent light bulbs.??Next, the winners can travel into the countryside and see Ireland?s latest national monuments - row after row of empty houses - and a building industry which was the mainstay of the economy, now brought to its? knees by excessive ?green? zoning and planning regulations during one of the most devastating recessions in recent memory. And the same fate awaits American businesses and families if the United States adopts Irish-style policies.

Still, Ireland is a wonderful place to visit, and the winners will receive airfare, ground transportation, lodging and a daily per diem allowance to make the trip memorable."

 

[JSt0rm]

The lowest class union indie film is 3.3 million. But for a doc you don't need that. 1 million would be fine for a low budget doc. But don't think this is special. There are thousands of documentaries in the sub 1 million range (if they say they spent a million its probably less) about all kinds of things. So I wouldn't call this amazing

imdb is god if you work in the industry. No such thing as a resume when you have that.

 

[Ozoned]

Statistics make it impossible for me to give either side of Als issue any merit.

However, I would like everybody in the usa to be able to enjoy the Clean air and clean water that I enjoy,,,, living in the sticks.

 

[SirStev0]

I really love the "Anti-Environment" people. Seriously, their whole stance is "You don't have absolute conclusive facts so fuck it let's burn this mother fucker down".
What is a matter with being stewards of this earth? Even the bible mentions respecting and treating the earth well.

Seriously we can be less shitty to the earth. Maybe global warming isn't happening, but that doesn't mean we have to be wasteful fuck heads.

 

[shira]

Originally posted by: PJABBER

Journalist and Irish filmmaker Phelim McAleer made the national news trying to ask Al Gore a question at the Society of Environmental Journalists' conference in Wisconsin last Friday. Gore dodged Phelim's question about the errors in An Inconvenient Truth, and Gore's SEJ allies cut Phelim's microphone. Al Gore never takes questions at any of the speeches he makes.

Possibly there are two sides to every story. Seems like Gore WAS taking questions and that McAleer tried to repeat the same question he'd already asked while other journalists were waiting in line behind him to ask THEIR questions:

The other side

On October 9, 2009, McAleer attended a press conference for the Society of Environmental Journalists (SEJ), of which he is a member. It was the first time in four years that Al Gore was doing a Q&A session. McAleer asked Gore about the nine errors in his film and if it should be shown to children in schools. Gore responded by pointing out that British courts in that case allowed the airing of the film to schools. Moderators then had McAleer's microphone turned off, as he attempted to continue repeating his question without clarification. While McAleer and some commenters in the blogosphere argued that the episode was an example of censorship of dissenting views on global warming, the SEJ says his microphone was turned off because he was hogging the mic, and ten other journalists had lined up to ask questions in the remaining few minutes of the session.

I guess that's one more little inconvenient truth for those who want to insist that anti-ACC opinions are being censored.

And speaking of inconvenient truths: Back at the ACC, non-consensus conspiracy, those danged illustrious researchers - this one a professor of ocean physics at the University of Cambridge - keep publishing their fake results:

More fake science

LONDON (Reuters Life!) - Global warming will leave the Arctic Ocean ice-free during the summer within 20 years, raising sea levels and harming wildlife such as seals and polar bears, a leading British polar scientist said on Thursday.


Peter Wadhams, professor of ocean physics at the University of Cambridge, said much of the melting will take place within a decade, although the winter ice will stay for hundreds of years.

The changes will mean the top of the Earth will appear blue rather than white when photographed from space and ships will have a new sea route north of Russia.

Scientists say evidence of melting Arctic ice is one of the clearest signs of global warming and it should send a warning to world leaders meeting in Copenhagen in December for U.N. talks on a new climate treaty.

"The data supports the new consensus view -- based on seasonal variation of ice extent and thickness, changes in temperatures, winds and especially ice composition -- that the Arctic will be ice-free in summer within about 20 years," Wadhams said in a statement. "Much of the decrease will be happening within 10 years."

Wadhams, one of the world's leading experts on sea ice cover in the North Pole region, compared ice thickness measurements taken by a Royal Navy submarine in 2007 with evidence gathered by the British explorer Pen Hadow earlier this year.

Hadow and his team on the Catlin Arctic Survey drilled 1,500 holes to gather evidence during a 280-mile walk across the Arctic. They found the average thickness of ice-floes was 1.8 meters, a depth considered too thin to survive the summer's ice melt.

Sometimes referred to as the Earth's air-conditioner, the Arctic Sea plays a vital role in the world's climate. As Arctic ice melts in summer, it exposes the darker-colored ocean water, which absorbs sunlight instead of reflecting it, accelerating the effect of global warming.

Dr Martin Sommerkorn, from the environmental charity WWF's Arctic program, which worked on the survey, said the predicted loss of ice could have wide-reaching affects around the world.

"The Arctic Sea ice holds a central position in our Earth's climate system. Take it out of the equation and we are left with a dramatically warmer world," he said.

"This could lead to flooding affecting one-quarter of the world's population, substantial increases in greenhouse gas emissions .... and extreme global weather changes."

Britain's Energy and Climate Change Secretary Ed Miliband said the research "sets out the stark realities of climate change."

"This further strengthens the case for an ambitious global deal in Copenhagen," he added.[/b]

A world-leading expert? That's a laugh. Clearly documentary film-makers know more about science than scientists.

And what's one-quarter of the world's human population being flooded in the scheme of things? Small potatoes - a catastrophe no more serious than 1000 Katrinas. It's Cap-and-Trade that's the real enemy. Come to think of it, flooding is a BUSINESS OPPORTUNITY: Three's BILLIONS to be made on life jackets and water wings!!

And of course, all of this research is just faked. These scientists - who clearly have zero actual evidence - are just playing a prank on a gullible world

 

[fallout man]

The gray-haired valet was sitting drowsily listening to the snoring of the prince, who was in his large study. From the far side of the house through the closed doors came the sound of difficult passages- twenty times repeated- of a sonata by Dussek.

Just then a closed carriage and another with a hood drove up to the porch. Prince Andrew got out of the carriage, helped his little wife to alight, and let her pass into the house before him. Old Tikhon, wearing a wig, put his head out of the door of the antechamber, reported in a whisper that the prince was sleeping, and hastily closed the door. Tikhon knew that neither the son's arrival nor any other unusual event must be allowed to disturb the appointed order of the day. Prince Andrew apparently knew this as well as Tikhon; he looked at his watch as if to ascertain whether his father's habits had changed since he was at home last, and, having assured himself that they had not, he turned to his wife.

"He will get up in twenty minutes. Let us go across to Mary's room," he said.

The little princess had grown stouter during this time, but her eyes and her short, downy, smiling lip lifted when she began to speak just as merrily and prettily as ever.

"Why, this is a palace!" she said to her husband, looking around with the expression with which people compliment their host at a ball. "Let's come, quick, quick!" And with a glance round, she smiled at Tikhon, at her husband, and at the footman who accompanied them.

"Is that Mary practicing? Let's go quietly and take her by surprise."

Prince Andrew followed her with a courteous but sad expression.

"You've grown older, Tikhon," he said in passing to the old man, who kissed his hand.

Before they reached the room from which the sounds of the clavichord came, the pretty, fair haired Frenchwoman, Mademoiselle Bourienne, rushed out apparently beside herself with delight.


"Ah! what joy for the princess!" exclaimed she: "At last! I must let her know."

"No, no, please not... You are Mademoiselle Bourienne," said the little princess, kissing her. "I know you already through my sister-in-law's friendship for you. She was not expecting us?"

They went up to the door of the sitting room from which came the sound of the oft-repeated passage of the sonata. Prince Andrew stopped and made a grimace, as if expecting something unpleasant.

The little princess entered the room. The passage broke off in the middle, a cry was heard, then Princess Mary's heavy tread and the sound of kissing. When Prince Andrew went in the two princesses, who had only met once before for a short time at his wedding, were in each other's arms warmly pressing their lips to whatever place they happened to touch. Mademoiselle Bourienne stood near them pressing her hand to her heart, with a beatific smile and obviously equally ready to cry or to laugh. Prince Andrew shrugged his shoulders and frowned, as lovers of music do when they hear a false note. The two women let go of one another, and then, as if afraid of being too late, seized each other's hands, kissing them and pulling them away, and again began kissing each other on the face, and then to Prince Andrew's surprise both began to cry and kissed again. Mademoiselle Bourienne also began to cry. Prince Andrew evidently felt ill at ease, but to the two women it seemed quite natural that they should cry, and apparently it never entered their heads that it could have been otherwise at this meeting.

"Ah! my dear!... Ah! Mary!" they suddenly exclaimed, and then laughed. "I dreamed last night..."- "You were not expecting us?..."- "Ah! Mary, you have got thinner?..." "And you have grown stouter!..."

"I knew the princess at once," put in Mademoiselle Bourienne.

"And I had no idea!..." exclaimed Princess Mary. "Ah, Andrew, I did not see you."

Prince Andrew and his sister, hand in hand, kissed one another, and he told her she was still the same crybaby as ever. Princess Mary had turned toward her brother, and through her tears the loving, warm, gentle look of her large luminous eyes, very beautiful at that moment, rested on Prince Andrew's face.

The little princess talked incessantly, her short, downy upper lip continually and rapidly touching her rosy nether lip when necessary and drawing up again next moment when her face broke into a smile of glittering teeth and sparkling eyes. She told of an accident they had had on the Spasski Hill which might have been serious for her in her condition, and immediately after that informed them that she had left all her clothes in Petersburg and that heaven knew what she would have to dress in here; and that Andrew had quite changed, and that Kitty Odyntsova had married an old man, and that there was a suitor for Mary, a real one, but that they would talk of that later. Princess Mary was still looking silently at her brother and her beautiful eyes were full of love and sadness. It was plain that she was following a train of thought independent of her sister-in-law's words. In the midst of a description of the last Petersburg fete she addressed her brother:

"So you are really going to the war, Andrew?" she said sighing.

Lise sighed too.

"Yes, and even tomorrow," replied her brother.

"He is leaving me here, God knows why, when he might have had promotion..."

Princess Mary did not listen to the end, but continuing her train of thought turned to her sister-in-law with a tender glance at her figure.

"Is it certain?" she said.

The face of the little princess changed. She sighed and said: "Yes, quite certain. Ah! it is very dreadful..."

Her lip descended. She brought her face close to her sister-in-law's and unexpectedly again began to cry.

"She needs rest," said Prince Andrew with a frown. "Don't you, Lise? Take her to your room and I'll go to Father. How is he? Just the same?"

"Yes, just the same. Though I don't know what your opinion will be," answered the princess joyfully.

"And are the hours the same? And the walks in the avenues? And the lathe?" asked Prince Andrew with a scarcely perceptible smile which showed that, in spite of all his love and respect for his father, he was aware of his weaknesses.

"The hours are the same, and the lathe, and also the mathematics and my geometry lessons," said Princess Mary gleefully, as if her lessons in geometry were among the greatest delights of her life.

When the twenty minutes had elapsed and the time had come for the old prince to get up, Tikhon came to call the young prince to his father. The old man made a departure from his usual routine in honor of his son's arrival: he gave orders to admit him to his apartments while he dressed for dinner. The old prince always dressed in old-fashioned style, wearing an antique coat and powdered hair; and when Prince Andrew entered his father's dressing room (not with the contemptuous look and manner he wore in drawing rooms, but with the animated face with which he talked to Pierre), the old man was sitting on a large leather-covered chair, wrapped in a powdering mantle, entrusting his head to Tikhon.

"Ah! here's the warrior! Wants to vanquish Buonaparte?" said the old man, shaking his powdered head as much as the tail, which Tikhon was holding fast to plait, would allow.

"You at least must tackle him properly, or else if he goes on like this he'll soon have us, too, for his subjects! How are you?" And he held out his cheek.

The old man was in a good temper after his nap before dinner. (He used to say that a nap "after dinner was silver- before dinner, golden.") He cast happy, sidelong glances at his son from under his thick, bushy eyebrows. Prince Andrew went up and kissed his father on the spot indicated to him. He made no reply on his father's favorite topic- making fun of the military men of the day, and more particularly of Bonaparte.

"Yes, Father, I have come come to you and brought my wife who is pregnant," said Prince Andrew, following every movement of his father's face with an eager and respectful look. "How is your health?"

"Only fools and rakes fall ill, my boy. You know me: I am busy from morning till night and abstemious, so of course I am well."

"Thank God," said his son smiling.

"God has nothing to do with it! Well, go on," he continued, returning to his hobby; "tell me how the Germans have taught you to fight Bonaparte by this new science you call 'strategy.'"

Prince Andrew smiled.

"Give me time to collect my wits, Father," said he, with a smile that showed that his father's foibles did not prevent his son from loving and honoring him. "Why, I have not yet had time to settle down!"

"Nonsense, nonsense!" cried the old man, shaking his pigtail to see whether it was firmly plaited, and grasping his by the hand. "The house for your wife is ready. Princess Mary will take her there and show her over, and they'll talk nineteen to the dozen. That's their woman's way! I am glad to have her. Sit down and talk. About Mikhelson's army I understand- Tolstoy's too... a simultaneous expedition.... But what's the southern army to do? Prussia is neutral... I know that. What about Austria?" said he, rising from his chair and pacing up and down the room followed by Tikhon, who ran after him, handing him different articles of clothing. "What of Sweden? How will they cross Pomerania?"

Prince Andrew, seeing that his father insisted, began- at first reluctantly, but gradually with more and more animation, and from habit changing unconsciously from Russian to French as he went on- to explain the plan of operation for the coming campaign. He explained how an army, ninety thousand strong, was to threaten Prussia so as to bring her out of her neutrality and draw her into the war; how part of that army was to join some Swedish forces at Stralsund; how two hundred and twenty thousand Austrians, with a hundred thousand Russians, were to operate in Italy and on the Rhine; how fifty thousand Russians and as many English were to land at Naples, and how a total force of five hundred thousand men was to attack the French from different sides. The old prince did not evince the least interest during this explanation, but as if he were not listening to it continued to dress while walking about, and three times unexpectedly interrupted. Once he stopped it by shouting: "The white one, the white one!"

This meant that Tikhon was not handing him the waistcoat he wanted. Another time he interrupted, saying:

"And will she soon be confined?" and shaking his head reproachfully said: "That's bad! Go on, go on."

The third interruption came when Prince Andrew was finishing his description. The old man began to sing, in the cracked voice of old age: "Malbrook s'en va-t-en guerre. Dieu sait quand reviendra."*

*"Marlborough is going to the wars; God knows when he'll return."

His son only smiled.

"I don't say it's a plan I approve of," said the son; "I am only telling you what it is. Napoleon has also formed his plan by now, not worse than this one."

"Well, you've told me nothing new," and the old man repeated, meditatively and rapidly:

"Dieu sait quand reviendra. Go to the dining room."



So what do you think Obama would do in such a situation? The juxtaposition of the need to pacify the pacifist left voting block, and the necessary violence to keep that very same voting block alive in the face of faceless terrorist creatures must be quite the test for this Hussein fellow.

Frankly, I want to believe in the man, but it's just so darn hard to put faith into someone who is clearly at least half-negro.



I don't know what that off-topic, semi-racist post had to do with anything, but keep it up and you'll be posting elsewhere for a while.

Rainsford
AnandTech P&N Moderator

 

[SirStev0]

Originally posted by: fallout man
The gray-haired valet was sitting drowsily listening to the snoring of the prince, who was in his large study. From the far side of the house through the closed doors came the sound of difficult passages- twenty times repeated- of a sonata by Dussek.

Just then a closed carriage and another with a hood drove up to the porch. Prince Andrew got out of the carriage, helped his little wife to alight, and let her pass into the house before him. Old Tikhon, wearing a wig, put his head out of the door of the antechamber, reported in a whisper that the prince was sleeping, and hastily closed the door. Tikhon knew that neither the son's arrival nor any other unusual event must be allowed to disturb the appointed order of the day. Prince Andrew apparently knew this as well as Tikhon; he looked at his watch as if to ascertain whether his father's habits had changed since he was at home last, and, having assured himself that they had not, he turned to his wife.

"He will get up in twenty minutes. Let us go across to Mary's room," he said.

The little princess had grown stouter during this time, but her eyes and her short, downy, smiling lip lifted when she began to speak just as merrily and prettily as ever.

"Why, this is a palace!" she said to her husband, looking around with the expression with which people compliment their host at a ball. "Let's come, quick, quick!" And with a glance round, she smiled at Tikhon, at her husband, and at the footman who accompanied them.

"Is that Mary practicing? Let's go quietly and take her by surprise."

Prince Andrew followed her with a courteous but sad expression.

"You've grown older, Tikhon," he said in passing to the old man, who kissed his hand.

Before they reached the room from which the sounds of the clavichord came, the pretty, fair haired Frenchwoman, Mademoiselle Bourienne, rushed out apparently beside herself with delight.


"Ah! what joy for the princess!" exclaimed she: "At last! I must let her know."

"No, no, please not... You are Mademoiselle Bourienne," said the little princess, kissing her. "I know you already through my sister-in-law's friendship for you. She was not expecting us?"

They went up to the door of the sitting room from which came the sound of the oft-repeated passage of the sonata. Prince Andrew stopped and made a grimace, as if expecting something unpleasant.

The little princess entered the room. The passage broke off in the middle, a cry was heard, then Princess Mary's heavy tread and the sound of kissing. When Prince Andrew went in the two princesses, who had only met once before for a short time at his wedding, were in each other's arms warmly pressing their lips to whatever place they happened to touch. Mademoiselle Bourienne stood near them pressing her hand to her heart, with a beatific smile and obviously equally ready to cry or to laugh. Prince Andrew shrugged his shoulders and frowned, as lovers of music do when they hear a false note. The two women let go of one another, and then, as if afraid of being too late, seized each other's hands, kissing them and pulling them away, and again began kissing each other on the face, and then to Prince Andrew's surprise both began to cry and kissed again. Mademoiselle Bourienne also began to cry. Prince Andrew evidently felt ill at ease, but to the two women it seemed quite natural that they should cry, and apparently it never entered their heads that it could have been otherwise at this meeting.

"Ah! my dear!... Ah! Mary!" they suddenly exclaimed, and then laughed. "I dreamed last night..."- "You were not expecting us?..."- "Ah! Mary, you have got thinner?..." "And you have grown stouter!..."

"I knew the princess at once," put in Mademoiselle Bourienne.

"And I had no idea!..." exclaimed Princess Mary. "Ah, Andrew, I did not see you."

Prince Andrew and his sister, hand in hand, kissed one another, and he told her she was still the same crybaby as ever. Princess Mary had turned toward her brother, and through her tears the loving, warm, gentle look of her large luminous eyes, very beautiful at that moment, rested on Prince Andrew's face.

The little princess talked incessantly, her short, downy upper lip continually and rapidly touching her rosy nether lip when necessary and drawing up again next moment when her face broke into a smile of glittering teeth and sparkling eyes. She told of an accident they had had on the Spasski Hill which might have been serious for her in her condition, and immediately after that informed them that she had left all her clothes in Petersburg and that heaven knew what she would have to dress in here; and that Andrew had quite changed, and that Kitty Odyntsova had married an old man, and that there was a suitor for Mary, a real one, but that they would talk of that later. Princess Mary was still looking silently at her brother and her beautiful eyes were full of love and sadness. It was plain that she was following a train of thought independent of her sister-in-law's words. In the midst of a description of the last Petersburg fete she addressed her brother:

"So you are really going to the war, Andrew?" she said sighing.

Lise sighed too.

"Yes, and even tomorrow," replied her brother.

"He is leaving me here, God knows why, when he might have had promotion..."

Princess Mary did not listen to the end, but continuing her train of thought turned to her sister-in-law with a tender glance at her figure.

"Is it certain?" she said.

The face of the little princess changed. She sighed and said: "Yes, quite certain. Ah! it is very dreadful..."

Her lip descended. She brought her face close to her sister-in-law's and unexpectedly again began to cry.

"She needs rest," said Prince Andrew with a frown. "Don't you, Lise? Take her to your room and I'll go to Father. How is he? Just the same?"

"Yes, just the same. Though I don't know what your opinion will be," answered the princess joyfully.

"And are the hours the same? And the walks in the avenues? And the lathe?" asked Prince Andrew with a scarcely perceptible smile which showed that, in spite of all his love and respect for his father, he was aware of his weaknesses.

"The hours are the same, and the lathe, and also the mathematics and my geometry lessons," said Princess Mary gleefully, as if her lessons in geometry were among the greatest delights of her life.

When the twenty minutes had elapsed and the time had come for the old prince to get up, Tikhon came to call the young prince to his father. The old man made a departure from his usual routine in honor of his son's arrival: he gave orders to admit him to his apartments while he dressed for dinner. The old prince always dressed in old-fashioned style, wearing an antique coat and powdered hair; and when Prince Andrew entered his father's dressing room (not with the contemptuous look and manner he wore in drawing rooms, but with the animated face with which he talked to Pierre), the old man was sitting on a large leather-covered chair, wrapped in a powdering mantle, entrusting his head to Tikhon.

"Ah! here's the warrior! Wants to vanquish Buonaparte?" said the old man, shaking his powdered head as much as the tail, which Tikhon was holding fast to plait, would allow.

"You at least must tackle him properly, or else if he goes on like this he'll soon have us, too, for his subjects! How are you?" And he held out his cheek.

The old man was in a good temper after his nap before dinner. (He used to say that a nap "after dinner was silver- before dinner, golden.") He cast happy, sidelong glances at his son from under his thick, bushy eyebrows. Prince Andrew went up and kissed his father on the spot indicated to him. He made no reply on his father's favorite topic- making fun of the military men of the day, and more particularly of Bonaparte.

"Yes, Father, I have come come to you and brought my wife who is pregnant," said Prince Andrew, following every movement of his father's face with an eager and respectful look. "How is your health?"

"Only fools and rakes fall ill, my boy. You know me: I am busy from morning till night and abstemious, so of course I am well."

"Thank God," said his son smiling.

"God has nothing to do with it! Well, go on," he continued, returning to his hobby; "tell me how the Germans have taught you to fight Bonaparte by this new science you call 'strategy.'"

Prince Andrew smiled.

"Give me time to collect my wits, Father," said he, with a smile that showed that his father's foibles did not prevent his son from loving and honoring him. "Why, I have not yet had time to settle down!"

"Nonsense, nonsense!" cried the old man, shaking his pigtail to see whether it was firmly plaited, and grasping his by the hand. "The house for your wife is ready. Princess Mary will take her there and show her over, and they'll talk nineteen to the dozen. That's their woman's way! I am glad to have her. Sit down and talk. About Mikhelson's army I understand- Tolstoy's too... a simultaneous expedition.... But what's the southern army to do? Prussia is neutral... I know that. What about Austria?" said he, rising from his chair and pacing up and down the room followed by Tikhon, who ran after him, handing him different articles of clothing. "What of Sweden? How will they cross Pomerania?"

Prince Andrew, seeing that his father insisted, began- at first reluctantly, but gradually with more and more animation, and from habit changing unconsciously from Russian to French as he went on- to explain the plan of operation for the coming campaign. He explained how an army, ninety thousand strong, was to threaten Prussia so as to bring her out of her neutrality and draw her into the war; how part of that army was to join some Swedish forces at Stralsund; how two hundred and twenty thousand Austrians, with a hundred thousand Russians, were to operate in Italy and on the Rhine; how fifty thousand Russians and as many English were to land at Naples, and how a total force of five hundred thousand men was to attack the French from different sides. The old prince did not evince the least interest during this explanation, but as if he were not listening to it continued to dress while walking about, and three times unexpectedly interrupted. Once he stopped it by shouting: "The white one, the white one!"

This meant that Tikhon was not handing him the waistcoat he wanted. Another time he interrupted, saying:

"And will she soon be confined?" and shaking his head reproachfully said: "That's bad! Go on, go on."

The third interruption came when Prince Andrew was finishing his description. The old man began to sing, in the cracked voice of old age: "Malbrook s'en va-t-en guerre. Dieu sait quand reviendra."*

*"Marlborough is going to the wars; God knows when he'll return."

His son only smiled.

"I don't say it's a plan I approve of," said the son; "I am only telling you what it is. Napoleon has also formed his plan by now, not worse than this one."

"Well, you've told me nothing new," and the old man repeated, meditatively and rapidly:

"Dieu sait quand reviendra. Go to the dining room."



So what do you think Obama would do in such a situation? The juxtaposition of the need to pacify the pacifist left voting block, and the necessary violence to keep that very same voting block alive in the face of faceless terrorist creatures must be quite the test for this Hussein fellow.

Frankly, I want to believe in the man, but it's just so darn hard to put faith into someone who is clearly at least half-negro.

tl;dr

Also, congrats on being a racist.

 

[Lemon law]

Let me see if I can quite get my arms around PJABBER's complaint. Oh the injustice of all, here Al Gore is basically almost as full of shit as the Tea Baggers, yet ole Al gets a Nobel prize and Tea Baggers get almost universal derision.

And to give PJABBER a partial explanation, its because Al Gore stands for something positive. Sadly the Science he now uses is horribly outdated and no longer very valid, its still a matter that Al Gore has inspired generations of new and very serious Scientists
to start to explore the science of global warming. Perhaps the most serious scientific question the human race now faces. And without a lots more research on the question, we have no clear answers yet. As we also learn the science of global warming is far mire complex than previously thought.

The point being, without the junk science of Al Gore, we would not be making the real science progress we now are.

In terms of Tea Baggers, they are a purely negative force that leads to only more ignorance and dissension. A bunch of loud and rude whiners that can't rationally discuss any issue.

Hope that explains it to you PJABBER.

 

[Ozoned]

Originally posted by: Lemon law
Let me see if I can quite get my arms around PJABBER's complaint. Oh the injustice of all, here Al Gore is basically almost as full of shit as the Tea Baggers, yet ole Al gets a Nobel prize and Tea Baggers get almost universal derision.

I don't think it is a complaint, but an invite.

"its not a valid argument to simply list all the negatives in brand X without listing on the negatives in the plan that we have. Yet, this is what has happened in the recent" GW debate" and its why we are now somewhat paralyzed. And we will not make progress until the American people demand a fair comparison."

You see what I did there?

 

[Lemon law]

Originally posted by: Ozoned

Originally posted by: Lemon law
Let me see if I can quite get my arms around PJABBER's complaint. Oh the injustice of all, here Al Gore is basically almost as full of shit as the Tea Baggers, yet ole Al gets a Nobel prize and Tea Baggers get almost universal derision.

I don't think it is a complaint, but an invite.

"its not a valid argument to simply list all the negatives in brand X without listing on the negatives in the plan that we have. Yet, this is what has happened in the recent" GW debate" and its why we are now somewhat paralyzed. And we will not make progress until the American people demand a fair comparison."

You see what I did there?

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Yes I see exactly what you did, and you correctly predicted that the oil companies would come back with even more junkie science than Al Gore's. Yet at the end of the day, we now have better GW science, much much better science on Global warming. Yet its still a work in progress, far far more work is now needed. And yes, many serious scientists are also playing the devil advocate in saying GW is not the danger its cracked up to be, not because the warning are not stark and dire, but because they may have other causes. So, by getting global warming out of the political and into the scientific arena, the positives and negatives of all plans are being discussed, and there is good evidence some of the global warming effects we now see may be due to natural cycles that would happen anyway. And understanding which of those two causes and effects is more responsible drives much of the responsible debate.

The fact that there is no super clear answer yet is partly due to the complexity of the problem and shows how much more work is still needed.

 

[ericlp]

Originally posted by: cyclohexane
more like a gathering of retards

Haha, that's exactly what I was thinking!

Not just retards tho, Religious Whacked out waiting for the ice caps to melt while building a big ark telling everyone that they have sinned and god is punishing them by flooding the earth.

I wonder how much PJ has donated to the cause?

 

[ericlp]

Originally posted by: fallout man
The gray-haired valet was sitting drowsily listening to the snoring of the prince, who was in his large study. From the far side of the house through the closed doors came the sound of difficult passages- twenty times repeated- of a sonata by Dussek.



Frankly, I want to believe in the man, but it's just so darn hard to put faith into someone who is clearly at least half-negro.



I don't know what that off-topic, semi-racist post had to do with anything, but keep it up and you'll be posting elsewhere for a while.

Rainsford
AnandTech P&N Moderator

This guy should of been banned for a wastage of bandwidth and waste of a human being. Even if this thread is COMPLETE BS, at least it's got some good humor value.