GOP hopeful Newt Gingrich defended his stance against certain child labor laws during a campaign stop in Iowa Thursday, saying that children born into poverty aren’t accustomed to working unless it involves crime.
“Really poor children, in really poor neighborhoods have no habits of working and have nobody around them who works so they have no habit of showing up on Monday,” Gingrich claimed.
“They have no habit of staying all day, they have no habit of I do this and you give me cash unless it is illegal,” he added.
The lead headline, as I type this, at Your Fucking Washington Post:
Newt Gingrich as president could turn the White House into an ideas factory
- On YFWP's gingrichgasm. Thanks. Saves me the effort.
- That's actually one of my five favorite songs ever.
- Police state.
- Police state.
- Police state.
- Wag your beards.
- Police state.
- Foreverywhere war.
- Criminal state.
- Oligarchy.
- Police state.
- Debt and democracy.
- Occupy Democrats.
- UPDATE! On the above.
- Throw Lenin a handful of coins if you can.
- Shock Doctrine from the left.
- Rocky Anderson? Not Dave Anderson of Hutton Street, at least.
- Excellent read on Shia-Sunni schism past and present.
- Jim does linkages.
- How much in tax dollars does this shit cost me?
- 15 MPH.
- Good news. Diver.
- On the diver. Oh, this too: Meantime, Yorks said English club West Brom liked what it saw in United’s Bill Hamid during the 21-year-old goalkeeper’s recent workouts and could approach the MLS club at some point this winter about a transfer. Hamid doesn’t have enough U.S. national team experience to receive a British work permit, but as the No. 2 keeper behind Tim Howard this year, he has a case to be approved. Maybe one more year at United, max, unless he's hurt or regresses.
- It's December, and already dark forces are gathering. I hadn't thought of Glen Baxter in a couple of years.
- Yes, I've posted the Wright poem
- Karen O covers Zeppelin's Immigrant Song. Goodheh! Badheh!
- List of music blogs.
- Woke up with this in my head. Goodheh! Badheh!
THE CITY LIMITS
A.R. Ammons
When you consider the radiance, that it does not withhold
itself but pours its abundance without selection into every
nook and cranny not overhung or hidden; when you consider
that birds' bones make no awful noise against the light but
lie low in the light as in a high testimony; when you consider
the radiance, that it will look into the guiltiest
swervings of the weaving heart and bear itself upon them,
not flinching into disguise or darkening; when you consider
the abundance of such resource as illuminates the glow-blue
bodies and gold-skeined wings of flies swarming the dumped
guts of a natural slaughter or the coil of shit and in no
way winces from its storms of generosity; when you consider
that air or vacuum, snow or shale, squid or wolf, rose or lichen,
each is accepted into as much light as it will take, then
the heart moves roomier, the man stands and looks about, the
leaf does not increase itself above the grass, and the dark
work of the deepest cells is of a tune with May bushes
and fear lit by the breadth of such calmly turns to praise.