Germany vs Argentina France vs Whomever Open Thread!

Apologies to CR for being frivolous (then again post-not, complain-not; and for seriousness' sake, as you well know, there is Zizek in the summertime.)  I haven't the faintest idea how these things work, but all half-grudging respects to champions aside, do sort of enjoy the fanciful thought of Germany playing France. 

Brian Lamb's got a great post from Zagreb, in which he recommends TomDispatch on the politics of the game.  For an alternate take, and a few apposite remarks on the Global North's crumbling faith in 'Brazil' manifesting itself in endless laments over Ronaldo's lion lethargy/mediocrity, see over here.  All references to philosophers in comments –if they be other than soccer players – strictly banned.  Have at it, if you care to.

Total Normality

To the right is the front page of Argentine daily newspaper Clarín, from March 25th 1976, thirty years ago, the day after the coup d'état that ushered in the so-called "Process of National Reconstruction." A "Process" in which some 30,000 would be killed.

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Paxless in Americana

It's a match made in heaven.  One wonders if they know each other?  A commenter on the latter, one "Big Billy" asks a good question:

What if a pair of opposing hypocrits (where one says one thing and doesw [sic] the other, and the other says the other and does the one thing) team up? As a human, I find it impossible to constantly avoid hypocrasy [sic], so why not pair up and embrace out hypocritical natures, and then we can really progress, right? My partner will do my work for me while I do his work for him. We will both get our jobs done while approaching more exagerated extremes.
But then again, we're probably better off if you just call me an idiot too.

In this our quest, for the ultimate blog brevity I then leave it to you, dear eater, to draw your own excursions.  For it is a black and white world, with the Author sitting f'evern top (ever'n especially whilst claiming the bottom!) and we was only ever kiddin', once Hugh challenged e to a duel. 

A duel, e says!  At dawn, no less.  E dunno, somehow "be offended, but say so" just don't 'ave the same ring to it.    An' sometimes it be da fools who call idiots, "idiots" best.

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