Fritinancy

Word of the week: Mulligan

“We kind of gave him—‘All right, you get a mulligan. You get a do-over here,’” Tony Perkins, the president of the conservative Family Research Council, told Politico’s Isaac Dovere last Tuesday. By “him” Perkins meant the president of the United States. Perkins used the same term in an interview that day with CNN’s Erin Burnett: “Yes, evangelicals, conservatives, they gave him a mulligan. They let him have a do-over. They said we’ll start afresh with you and we’ll give you a second chance.” And he repeated it twice on Thursday in a post he published on FRC.org under his own byline titled “On Morals and Mulligans…” He meant mulligan in its “political” sense, he told his evangelical followers:

I’m not saying his performance as president can buy him grace -- only Christ can do that. And while evangelicals can give him a mulligan regarding their political support, only through repentance and God's forgiveness can he have a totally new start.

 

Yes, Perkins called in to CNN from Pride, Louisiana. His Twitter bio gives Washington, DC, as his location; it’s where the FRC is headquartered.

 

January linkfest

Is an Eataly ad for truffles offensive to Italians and Italian-Americans? (Chicago Tribune)

Word of the week: Quiverfull

On January 14, David and Louise Turpin – the parents of 13 children, ages 2 to 29 – were arrested in Perris (Riverside County), California, and later charged with multiple counts of false imprisonment, child abuse, and torture. The children had been starved, beaten, chained to their beds, and permitted to bathe only once a year; they had been home-schooled (minimally), forced to memorize long passages of the Bible, and denied medical or dental care.

David Turpin’s parents told ABC News they were “surprised and shocked” by the allegations because their son and daughter-in-law are “a good Christian family.” “God called on them” to have as many children as they did, the elder Turpins said.

That statement led to speculation in some quarters that David and Louise Turpin might be adherents of a fringe Christian movement called Quiverfull.

 

Quiverfull: Inside the Christian Patriarchy Movement (2010). Kathryn Joyce is freelance journalist. Read an excerpt here.

Numerical names: 605

You probably remember the story about the guy who’s sent to prison and, on his first night behind bars, is baffled when his cellmate shouts out “TWELVE!” and is greeted with raucous laughter. Another inmate shouts “TWENTY-TWO!” and gets the same reaction. Up and down the cellblock: “THREE!” “FOURTEEN!” “THIRTY-ONE!” followed by peals of laughter. Finally the new guy asks his cellmate what the numbers mean. “We’ve been in here so long that we’ve heard everyone’s jokes,” the cellmate explains. “So we just call them out by number.”

Naturally, the new guy wants to fit in. So several nights later, when there’s a pause in the numerical call-and-response, he shouts “NINE!” And … silence, punctuated by groans. “Why isn’t anyone laughing?” he asks his cellmate. “Well,” says the old-timer, “some people can tell a joke, and some people can’t.”

That’s sort of how I feel about numerical brand names. Some of them can carry off the bold move into all-digit branding, and some can’t.

Take, for example, 605.

 

 

Word of the week: Shithole

It’s shaping up to be a shitty year, and I’m not talking about the weather or those ridiculous sleeves on women’s clothing.

So far we’ve seen shitpost anointed the digital word of the year by the American Dialect Society, and a list of “Shitty Media Men” making headlines when Harper’s announced plans to publish a story about it. Not to mention the shitty hits of 2017, shitburger, shit show, ripshit bonkers, and shit sandwich.

All that was prologue to the latest shit-storm: the revelation, in the Washington Post, followed by other media outlets, that President Trump on Thursday had attacked protections for immigrants from what he called “shithole countries” such as Haiti and El Salvador, as well as the entire continent of Africa.

 

“In the Hole,” by Anthony Russo.

  

Get a room!

One of the first posts I wrote for this blog was about passion. Not the carnal sort, mind you, but the passion that’s become a cliché on corporate websites and in training seminars and, of course, all over LinkedIn. A passion for accounting. A passion for petroleum economics. A passion for diesel engines.

You’d think that after all these years the fires of commercial passion would have been extinguished. But no: I’m still finding embers in the wild.

Word of the week: Oust

What do the former CEOs of Uber and SoFi have in common with the presidents of Zimbabwe and Catalonia, the political director of CBS News, an FBI agent working for Special Counsel Robert Mueller, and a one-time “reality”-TV celebrity recently in the employ of the White House?

All of them have, in the last four weeks, been described in news reports as “ousted” from their positions.

Not merely “fired” or “removed” or “dismissed” – no, their expulsions were executed with sufficient vigor to merit an old verb that lands a satisfying punch: oust.

Big year for ousting

— Emily Nussbaum (@emilynussbaum) January 4, 2018

A visit to the Museum of Failure

How best to mark the end of the shitshow that was 2017? With a pilgrimage to an institution that mocks and celebrates all manner of flops, lemons, fiascos, misfires, and fuckups, of course. Which is how I found myself last week at the Museum of Failure in downtown Los Angeles’s Arts District. The traveling installation, housed in the A+D (architecture + design) Museum, is open to the public through February 4; it then returns to its permanent home home in Helsingborg, Sweden.