And no, that’s not a snarky comment about Tupac.

Truly it has been said that naught is eternal in this world but God in his majesty and the indestructable and legended fruitcake. Here we see what it takes to finally rid the world of the menace which is this high specific gravity havin’, belly leadening, energy deadening, tastebud annihilating concoction of fruit, flour, and, apparently, most of the bottom half of the periodic table.

The power of rap, boyz ‘n grrrlz, the power of rap.

From DeathOfAFruitcake.com, which also provides alternate, less-amusing methods of ridding yourself of the doughy menace such as: exorcism, committee, road rage, and pinata.

Radical rappin’ lyrics after the jump: (more…)

Yes, ladies and gentlemen; it’s the Writer’s Guild of America‘s own Norma Rae of the playgroup. Strike Baby is back with a vengence!

Having recently energized weary strikers on the Paramount beat and at Friday’s the Fox rally with her adorably galvanizing presence and unmatched slogan-authorizing abilities, the Incredible Picketing Baby was spotted just a little while ago at the still-in-progress, celebrity-studded event at Universal, where her presence is undoubtedly overshadowing that of the higher-billed TV stars … Should the WGA spokesbaby’s popularity continue to explode, she may soon require the services of a publicist to handle a flood of demands for her presence at picket lines desperately in need of a morale boost.

And, as we can see from the SoCal entertainment industry’s unabashed pro-childsploitation position, StrikeBaby’s fifteen minutes of fame comes not a moment too soon.

Nothing like a good, old-fashioned picket line. Fun for the whole family!

That’ll teach them to push the writer’s union; the pickets are far wittier than anything the corporations’ lawyers can fire back with.

From Can’t See the Forest.

I just can’t leave this picture alone. It’s a heavy issue, for a mommyblog. But I think we can handle it, we can handle the essential quandary here.

That quandary is this:

On the one hand, unless one is a member of the tyrannical Burmese junta, it is really very hard if not impossible to argue with the sentiment of this kid’s sign. He is adorable, and he is peacefully exercising his freedom of speech, and he is surely on the side of the angels, and he is dressed mighty fierce just for bonus points. And as a former protesty flowerchild myself, I heart him and recognize him as one of My People.

However…

How much of his being there was his idea? No way did that child write that sign. Whenever I see very young children at protests, I worry that maybe they’re there because Mommy and Daddy said that is what the family is doing today, so get with it. I worry that maybe they don’t really understand the issues, or if they do, they are going along to please the parents, because that is what kids do. You know the kids kick up a fuss when it’s time to go to the mall, but they go anyway. And so with the protest. Kids are not allowed to vote. At what point are they assumed to be speaking their mind freely, without parental interference? To me, it seems like that would be … at the same age at which they can vote. And maybe that’s set too old, but that’s a whole ‘nother question.

Now, babies don’t worry me; they sleep through most of it anyway, and if you jam a “Lyndon Larouche/Ralph Nader for President” tee on someone who can’t even read, it isn’t going to bruise their delicate psyches. Nobody is going to think the baby looked up from its playpen and suggested doing up some signs and picketing the Vainglorian embassy over their mangling of the Malevolencian national anthem.

I guess my question is, how do you know when a kid is freely expressing himself politically and when s/he is being used for a cheap photo op? Because, make no mistake, that is why politicians kiss babies (and why do you think people bring them in the first place?).

I want this kid to mean this sign. But I don’t even know if he can read this sign. How do you know when to cheer and when to squint and point out the flim-flam?

No answers today. Only questions.

As even the battle-hardened noiristes at Defamer say, Angelina Jolie will make you cry. I dare you to watch this and listen to her story and keep your upper lip from quivering, just a bit.

The speech was filmed at the Clinton Global Initiative Conference, and released to publicize the launch of the Clinton Global Initiative website MyCommittment.org.
Now, I must confess that Angelina Jolie has always irritated me. I thought the humanitarian stuff was basically a PR move, like Paris Hilton being appointed a UN ambassador or something. When she started collecting children like they were going out of style, it spoke to me of something inside her that just wanted to out-martyr Mia Farrow.
And, really, girl could eat a sammich.
But the fact is that whatever her motivations, she’s doing good work. She’s getting it accomplished. I’m posting this video and giving Clinton’s project some needed juice because it is Angelina Jolie, and I know people will click on this to see what she has to say. Defamer ran it in the first place because it was Angelina Jolie and not some schlubby middle-aged flyover state chino-wearing librarian. So, in its way, it’s as perfect an example of the power of celebrity being used for good as I can find.
But we can still hate her for what she did to Jen.