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POLL: Majority Of Americans Afraid Of Sarah Palin

Friday, October 31st, 2008


HALLOWEEN MASK: Print Out, Cut Out, Put On, Scare White People

NEW YORK TIMES: A growing number of voters have concluded that Senator John McCain’s running mate, Gov. Sarah Palin of Alaska, is not qualified to be vice president, weighing down the Republican ticket in the last days of the campaign, according to the latest New York Times/CBS News poll.  All told, 59 percent of voters surveyed said Ms. Palin was not prepared for the job, up nine percentage points since the beginning of the month. Nearly a third of voters polled said the vice-presidential selection would be a major factor influencing their vote for president, and those voters broadly favor Senator Barack Obama, the Democratic nominee. And in a possible indication that the choice of Ms. Palin has hurt Mr. McCain’s image, voters said they had much more confidence in Mr. Obama to pick qualified people for his administration than they did in Mr. McCain. MORE

SARAH PALIN: “If [the media] convince enough voters that that is negative campaigning, for me to call Barack mccainpalinmotorcycle1.jpgObama out on his associations,” Palin told host Chris Plante, “then I don’t know what the future of our country would be in terms of First Amendment rights and our ability to ask questions without fear of attacks by the mainstream media.” MORE

GLENN GREENWALD: If anything, Palin has this exactly backwards, since one thing that the First Amendment does actually guarantee is a free press. Thus, when the press criticizes a political candidate and a Governor such as Palin, that is a classic example of First Amendment rights being exercised, not abridged. This isn’t only about profound ignorance regarding our basic liberties, though it is obviously that. Palin here is also giving voice here to the standard right-wing grievance instinct: that it’s inherently unfair when they’re criticized. And now, apparently, it’s even unconstitutional. According to Palin, what the Founders intended with the First Amendment was that political candidates for the most powerful offices in the country and Governors of states would be free to say whatever they want without being criticized in the newspapers. The First Amendment was meant to ensure that powerful political officials would not be “attacked” in the papers. It is even possible to imagine more breathaking ignorance from someone holding high office and running for even higher office? MORE

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HOW SWEET IT IS: Sittin’ On Top Of The World

Friday, October 31st, 2008


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THE CHANGELING: Q&A With Christopher Buckley

Friday, October 31st, 2008


Christopher Taylor Buckley  is an American political satirist and accomplished novelist. His books include God Is My Broker, Thank You for Smoking, Little Green Men, The White House Mess, No Way to Treat a First Lady, Wet Work, Florence of Arabia, Boomsday, and, most recently, Supreme Courtship. Tom Wolfe calls him “one of the funniest writers in the English language.” Recently, he made headlines when he publicly endorsed Senator Barack Obama for President. In advance of his appearance at the Philadelphia Free Library on November 5th, we spoke with the son of conservative movement standard-bearer William F. Buckley about his decision to go public with his Obama endorsement, why he’s anti-Palin, the wingnut blowback that prompted him to tender his resignation from National Review, the magazine his father founded, and how all of this augurs the end of conservatism as we once knew it…

PHAWKER: Before we get started, I must tell you something about your father. When I was a boy, my grandfather, an ardent Conservative, tried his best to groom me into a young Republican. He would always give me his copy of the National Review when he was done with it, all marked up with various passages underlined for emphasis. And I read them cover to cover. But, as a lifelong progressive liberal, I am sorry to say it never took. However, your father’s buckleys_1.jpgwritings DID make me expand my vocabulary exponentially, just so I could understand what he was on about. So, thanks for that.


PHAWKER: Do you think that the kind of conservatism your father championed — rational, intellectually rigorous and curious, willing to dialogue with conflicting viewpoints — died with him?

CHRISTOPHER BUCKELY:  I prefer to think not, but on the other hand it is certainly not in rampant evidence these days. But to quote my father, ‘I don’t believe in permanent victories or permanent defeats.’ Arthur Schlesinger viewed American politics as cyclical and spoke of 30-year cycles. I think we are at the end of one, and the beginning of a new one. Clearly this election has revealed some serious faultlines on the right, and hopefully there will be some soul-searching. As my father would say, conservatism could use a little ‘re-pristinization.’

PHAWKER: Is that even a word.

CHRISTOPHER BUCKELY: [chuckles] If my father used it, it’s a word.

PHAWKER: Do you think your endorsement of Obama absolves what is arguably the one stain on your father’s legacy: His early opposition to the Civil Rights movement.

CHRISTOPHER BUCKELY: Not at all. I don’t think I have it in me to absolve my father of anything. He repented of that by the end of the 60s, and even wrote an article for LOOK magazine in 1970 called WHY AMERICA NEEDS A BLACK PRESIDENT.

thankyouforsmoking_1.jpgPHAWKER: What was the tipping point in your decision to endorse Obama?


PHAWKER: Do you still consider yourself a Republican?

CHRISTOPHER BUCKLEY: To paraphrase Ronald Reagan, I did not leave the Republican party, the Republican party left me.

PHAWKER: Your next book is a memoir about losing your mom and dad, which is slated for publication in the spring. You still call your dad ‘Pup.’ Is it healthy for a grown-ass man to call his dad ‘Pup’?

CHRISTOPHER BUCKELY: I have been calling him that since I was two. Would you prefer that I call him ‘Mr. Buckley’?

PHAWKER: Touche.


THE SHAGGS: It’s Halloween!

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ROCK SNOB ENCYCLOPEDIA: The Shaggs Three sisters from rural New Hampshire, the Shaggs were just this side of collapse when they strapped their instruments. The Wiggin family was, by all accounts, a study in Pepperidge Farm country gothic. Daddy Austin Wiggin Jr. worked in the cotton mill and applied every coffee- canful of cash he could earn toward his dream: that his three eldest daughters–Betty, Helen and Dot–would one day become international pop stars. Just one problem: Despite years of music lessons, none of the Wiggin girls could shaggsf_2.jpgplay or sing in a way that you would call “good.” But to Austin, and succeeding generations of astute listeners, it was beeyootiful music when his daughters picked up their guitars and beat on the drums, together in the same room, if not always the same song. Named after the girls’ thick, horsetail-length hairstyle, the Shaggs were born in 1967, taking miscues from the Monkees and Herman’s Hermits songs they heard on the radio. They pretty much had to make it up as they went along, as their father would not allow them to attend rock concerts and insisted on home-schooling to allow more time to work on their music. Recorded in 1969, Philosophy of the World is as much an intriguing anthropological find as it is a timeless, albeit unintentional, statement of outsider art–Frank Zappa hailed it as his third favorite recording of all time. Everyone should hear it once. — JONATHAN VALANIA

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All Of This Happened While You Were Sleeping

Friday, October 31st, 2008


Dead pigeon, 20th & Springarden, October 1st [photo by RAY SKWIRE]

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CINEMA: Boogie Knights

Friday, October 31st, 2008

zackandmiriposter_3.jpgZACK & MIRI MAKE A PORNO (2008, directed by Kevin Smith, 102 minutes, U.S.)


The disappointment of director Kevin Smith’s latest film isn’t so much that it isn’t very sexy, or is only sporadically amusing or even that his ability to stage a scene remains stubbornly amateurish.  What lets you down is that the title characters, played by the ingratiating slob Seth Rogen and the bubbly Elizabeth Banks, don’t have the shameless guts to actually let it all hang out in a porn film.  Smith wants to titillate us with that great title yet his film is so intent with being a proper romantic comedy that it lacks the nerve to create lead characters more daring than ourselves.

With Zack & Miri Make A Porno, Smith finally gathers the gumption to leave Jersey, setting the film in Pittsburgh while his working class slacker milieu remains the same.  Zack & Miri are two old high school friends who have lived together platonically for years while drudging through bad retail jobs.  Rogen’s Zack is much like the characters he has played in the past: full of half-cocked confidence and blustery proclamations that barely cover his insecurities.  So good recently as Laura Bush in W, Elizabeth Banks’ Miri begins the film here as a much more unusual cinematic creature: a sweet and unabashedly promiscuous woman who is itching to get laid.  When their finances fall through and the utilities are turned off, Zack gets the idea that they should raise funds by videoing themselves having sex and selling it through their class reunion e-mail list.  Who wouldn’t be curious to see ex-classmates en flagrante?  Miri is initially suspicious, but stinging with humiliation over an old high school crush who spurns her horny advances, she agrees to shtup her best pal Zack on camera in order to get them out of hock.

Smith, a notoriously good Catholic boy, likes his sex nasty (at one point graphically showing the danger of ill-prepared anal sex) but he cannot overcome his discomfort with a heroine willing to enjoy sex outside of a relationship.  OnceMiri and Zack do the dirty deed, Smith’s script transforms her into a faithful and true girlfriend, unable to consider going through with the scheme as planned.  Now that she’s seen the light (Mira even confesses to enjoying Zack’s smell! Ew !), the film spends its final third tidying up all the loose ends by sanctifying their naughty act with apologies and vows of love and fidelity.

The helium-voiced true life porn star Katie Morgan is on hand to show us what nature and science has bestowed upon her, Smith regular JasonMewes (Jay of “Silent Bob and Jay” fame) is around to talk crude and parade his nut sack yet despite his smutty gags, Smith ultimately falls back into a default mode as conventional as any Meg Ryan romance.  Smith has even cast Tracy Lords to remind us how sad aging porn stars can be.  While he may enjoy the idea of shocking us with his porno premise, Smith is ultimately too frustratingly Victorian to wrestle with the possibilities.  Or to even pop a boner about it.

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GOOD CAUSE: Send A CP Kid To College

Friday, October 31st, 2008

ohtheplaces_1.jpgBY HEWHOCANNOTBENAMED My girlfriend works as a pediatric physical therapist, largely with kids who suffer from cerebral palsy, and whatever victories she achieves may appear small. She comes home, in fact, and says things like “Tommy* stood on his own for 30 seconds today. First time ever!”

I probe her with questions (questions, I said, get your head out of the gutter), find out Tommy is 16 years old and this was no small victory. In fact, for Tommy and his mother and the rest of his family (not to mention his physical therapist) it is a moment for high-fives and hugs. It is the culmination of months or even years of hard work—the kind of montage of physical effort we normally associate with Sly Stallone busting crunches, working the heavy bag and, yeah, running up the museum steps. Only in this case the montage would involve a physical therapist twisting Tommy up like a pretzel and helping him develop muscles he hasn’t the strength or expertise to build on his own. The montage would show Tommy moving by inches, not yards or miles.

Some people might get burnt out by this, by the emotion and the effort expended to realize these incremental gains. But Lisa Stachler, the pediatric physical therapist of whom I speak, keeps at it and has further decided to put on a show. A benefit for the kind of kids she works with all day. This means the girl who gets up at 5:30 in the morning has been staying up past midnight way too often. But she is excited and she is peach sweet so she has named the benefit after Dr. Seuss, calling it “Oh the places you’ll go!” It will be a night of music and comedy to benefit a college scholarship for a kid with cerebral palsy. In other words, it’s a good cause — and when was the last time you did a good deed?


BRIDGE FROM NOWHERE: Goodbye Garden State

Friday, October 31st, 2008


DaveAllenAVATAR_1_1.jpgBY DAVE ALLEN Having been a frequent visitor to Philly for years, I finally broke down and moved here at the end of July. Well, not quite “here.” I moved to the suburbs, south and east of the city in Gloucester County, New Jersey. For three months, I’ve been a commuter, coming to “the city that is devoured by locusts each day and spat out each night,” as E.B. White said of NYC’s suburb-dwelling workforce. For three months, I’ve been a locust.

But no more. This Saturday, I move into an apartment in the city. It’s a decent-sized one-bedroom place in a great neighborhood. It’s certainly a step up from the upstairs bedroom I currently share with my girlfriend. It might even be a little nicer than I can afford right now. I’m not accustomed to such opulence; I was once a graduate student, and then a low-wage scribe, in one of America’s less-savory cities. (Enjoy that late-October blizzard, old friends.)

The move couldn’t come at a better time. Colder weather is putting an end to eating lunch in the park behind Independence Hall, the increased bridge tolls and PATCO fares (eff you, Delaware River Port Authority) are scorching my bank account, and crouching in coffee shops to write and use wireless is growing tiresome. I didn’t get to stick around until the wee small hours celebrating the World Series win, but I’ll soon be able to stagger home from bars whenever I damn well please, without worrying about catching a late-night train or being lucid enough to drive once I reach the Westmont station. I’m saying goodbye to the feeling that I’m not at the center of things and that I’m somehow out of touch because I live on the other side of the river.

Not that my time on the duller side of the Delaware hasn’t been worthwhile. I’m certainly grateful to my girlfriend’s wirelessphilly2.jpgfamily for putting me up and and for putting up with me, and the tranquility of South Jersey’s flat pastures and subdivisions has been good for reflection and relaxation between assignments. I can brag to my old trivia buddies in upstate New York that I’ve dominated quiz nights at places in two states. I’ve even used my location to contribute my intrepid reporting and music knowledge to one of South Jersey’s finest publications.

It’s high time to make this move, though. I’m done with this commute and with arriving home super-late after shows and rehearsals. Time previously spent tortuously mulling over my reviews while behind the wheel will now be spent actually writing them. My girlfriend can hop out of bed and walk to work instead of slogging through traffic on 295 and waiting on the PATCO platform through high winds and low temperatures (I’ll probably be taking the bus, though). Citizen Mom and I have been in the same ‘hood since July. Sorry we never grabbed that cup of coffee, CM. I might be back when it’s time to raise kids, but for now, a young, not-exactly-hip guy’s gotta do what he’s gotta do.

Driving across the Ben Franklin this past weekend, I saw a banner on a beam above the roadway: “Fightin’ to the Finish!” It’s not just true for the Phils. Between packing, paying rent and security deposits, and worrying over what the future holds, getting ready for this move has been a struggle. It’s not an easy decision to trade comfort and familiarity for the strange and the new. With apologies to My Favorite and music writer Chris Porter, the suburbs aren’t killing us. But I definitely feel like we’ve been asleep when we should be dancing.

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Friday, October 31st, 2008


HISTORY.COM: Halloween’s origins date back to the ancient Celtic festival of Samhain (pronounced sow-in). The Celts, who lived 2,000 years ago in the area that is now Ireland, the United Kingdom, and northern France, celebrated their new year on November 1. This day marked the end of summer and the harvest and the beginning of the dark, cold winter, a time of year that was often associated with human death. Celts believed that on the night before the new year, the boundary between the worlds of the living and the dead became blurred.

On the night of October 31, they celebrated Samhain, when it was believed that the ghosts of the dead returned to earth. In addition to causing trouble and damaging crops, Celts thought that the presence of the otherworldly spirits made it easier for the Druids, or Celtic priests, to make predictions about the future. For a people entirely dependent on the volatile natural world, these prophecies were an important source of comfort and direction during the long, dark winter. To commemorate the event, Druids built huge sacred bonfires, where the people gathered to burn crops and animals as sacrifices to the Celtic deities. During the celebration, the Celts wore costumes, typically consisting of animal heads and skins, and attempted to tell each other’s fortunes. MORE

poe.thumbnail.jpgEDGAR ALLAN POE:  TRUE! – nervous – very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses – not destroyed – not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How, then, am I mad? Hearken! and observe how healthily – how calmly I can tell you the whole story. It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain; but once conceived, it haunted me day and night. Object there was none. Passion there was none. I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult. For his gold I had no desire. I think it was his eye! yes, it was this! He had the eye of a vulture – a pale blue eye, with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold; and so by degrees – very gradually – I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eye forever. MORE

frankenstein_painting.thumbnail.jpgMARY SHELLEY:  THE event on which this fiction is founded has been supposed, by Dr. Darwin, and some of the physiological writers of Germany, as not of impossible occurrence. I shall not be supposed as according the remotest degree of serious faith to such an imagination; yet, in assuming it as the basis of a work of fancy, I have not considered myself as merely weaving a series of supernatural terrors. The event on which the interest of the story depends is exempt from the disadvantages of a mere tale of spectres or enchantment. It was recommended by the novelty of the situations which it developes; and, however impossible as a physical fact, affords a point of view to the imagination for the delineating of human passions more comprehensive and commanding than any which the ordinary relations of existing events can yield.

It is a subject also of additional interest to the author that this story was begun in the majestic region where the scene is principally laid, and in society which cannot cease to be regretted. I passed the summer of 1816 in the environs of halloween.gifGeneva. The season was cold and rainy, and in the evenings we crowded around a blazing wood fire, and occasionally amused ourselves with some German stories of ghosts, which happened to fall into our hands. These tales excited in us a playful desire of imitation. Two other friends (a tale from the pen of one of whom would be far more acceptable to the public than anything I can ever hope to produce) and myself agreed to write each a story founded on some supernatural occurrence. The weather, however, suddenly became serene; and my two friends left me on a journey among the Alps, and lost, in the magnificent scenes which they present, all memory of their ghostly visions. The following tale is the only one which has been completed.

poe.thumbnail.jpgEDGAR ALLAN POE: THE thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as I best could ; but when he ventured upon insult, I vowed revenge. You, who so well know the nature of my soul, will not suppose, however, that I gave utterance to a threat. At length I would be avenged ; this was a point definitively settled – but the very definitiveness with which it was resolved, precluded the idea of risk. I must not only punish, but punish with impunity. A wrong is unredressed when retribution overtakes its redresser. It is equally unredressed when the avenger fails to make himself felt as such to him who has done the wrong. It must be understood, that neither by word nor deed had I given Fortunato cause to doubt my good will. I continued, as was my wont, to smile in his face, and he did not perceive that my smile now was at the thought of his immolation. MORE

NEOPAGAN.NET: Local, state and federal law enforcement agencies, including the Federal Bureau of devil.gifInvestigation, have never found even one example of aSatanic cult human sacrifice.” What they do occasionally find are budding psychopaths killing small animals in what a psychiatrist would call a “ritualistic” manner. As that link just cited puts it, “FBI expert K. J. Lanning defines a satanic murder as ‘one committed by two or more individuals who rationally plan the crime and whose primary motivation is to fulfill a prescribed satanic ritual calling for the murder.’ Using this definition he has been unable to identify even one documented satanic murder in the United States.” MORE

smokingjesus.gifBELLA ONLINE: Fellow Christians, I have been asked whether I am against Halloween. My response is that I am. I of course have no aversion to candy…or dressing up in a ridiculous costume to be funny. I have children, they’re grown now, but when they were younger we always viewed Halloween as a time to be funny and get a chocolate rush. All it took was one Christian friend to show me that what I thought was harmless and fun-filled was dishonoring to God and wrong for my family. So, now, my opinion has changed and I don’t celebrate a holiday which can lead my family down the wrong road. MORE

RAW FOOTAGE: Ghost Caught On Tape

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WE ASK YOU: Does This Man Look Like He’s Coasting?

Friday, October 31st, 2008

NO RAIN NO GAIN: Senator Barack Obama, Widener University, Chester, Tuesday Morning [Photos by AP & GETTY IMAGES]

NEW YORK TIMES: Despite a cold, steady rain and driving winds, Senator Barack Obama addressed a crowd of about 9,000 at Widener University in Chester, just outside Philadelphia, praising their dedication and promising tax cuts and solutions for the country’s economic woes. The punishing weather forced Senator John McCain and his vice presidential running mate, Gov. Sarah Palin of Alaska, to cancel a rally in Quakertown, about 80 miles to the north. MORE

PLUMBING THE DEPTHS: No Show Joe (The Plumber)

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Senator, he’s over at Genos getting a cheesesteak. Seriously, he was on The Big Talker last night right after me. Dom Giordanao was broadcasting live from Joey Vento’s last night and Joe the Plumber was in town for “a charity unrelated to the campaign.” Joe the Plumber has a publicist now.

CHRISTIAN SCIENCE MONITOR: Hey Joe, there’s only five days to go before the election. Ya’ think you can clear out your schedule just long enough to help someone campaign for President of the United States? Perhaps that’s what John McCain was thinking when his new best friend, Joe Wurzelbacher, aka Joe the Plumber didn’t show up to a rally today in Ohio. The plumber, who became a central part of the McCain campaign after pointedly questioning Barack Obama on his tax proposal, was a no-show. Some speculated he was fired after dispensing plumbercrack_1.jpgforeign policy advice at a rally two days ago.

“Joe’s with us today,” McCain said at a rally (not knowing he was stood up). “Joe where are ya?” questioned McCain. “Joe, I thought you were here today…,” he said, trailing off. A true politician, the Republican rebounded by yelling, “You’re all Joe the Plumbers! So all of you stand up!” So what the heck happened to Joe? He was home. As it turns out, he didn’t know he was supposed to attend. CNN, always resourceful, called Joe. They report it was “news to him” that he was supposed to be there, but that he was making plans to join the Republican nominee later in the day. The network also reported Joe was “not happy” about the incident this morning. CNN said Wurzelbacher was planning to go to Philadelphia to appear at a charity event not related to the campaign. MORE

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HEAR YE: The Pixies Doolittle Remastered

Thursday, October 30th, 2008


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ROCK SNOB ENCYCLOPEDIA: The Pixies – Formed in Boston in 1986 under the credo “Husker Dü meets Peter, Paul and Mary,” the Pixies would, in a very real sense, end music as we then knew it. Principal songwriter death_to_the_pixies_pixies_poster.jpgBlack Francis’ lulling verses/volcanic choruses formula would become the overworked template for ’90s alternative rock songwriting (see Nirvana). But dynamics was only part of the Pixies’ charm. Pet themes about God, death, sex, violence and flying saucers were bathed in eerie guitar sonics, shrieking vocals and inexplicable forays into the Spanish language, then driven home with a thunderous rock beat. Come on Pilgrim, Surfer Rosa and Doolittle capture the band in its primal prime; Bossanova and Trompe Le Monde are diluted with filler and suffer from the inter-band friction that caused the Pixies to move away from one of their greatest strengths: the vocal interplay of Black Francis and bassist Kim Deal. By the time the Pixies split 1993, Francis resembled Marlon Brando in Apocalypse Now, changed his name to Frank Black and released a series of middling solo records. Deal formed The Breeders with her sister Kelley and released Last Splash, which went gold on the strength of the single “Cannonball.” The Deal sisters’ battles with drug and alcohol problems and creative paralysis would result in numerous aborted attempts to record a follow-up to Last Splash. — JONATHAN VALANIA

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HOT DOCUMENT: Print Is Undead?

Thursday, October 30th, 2008


PHILADELPHIA, October 30, 2008 – In response to the Phillies World Series win last night, Philadelphia Media Holdings Chief Executive Officer Brian Tierney announced this morning that last night’s over-run of almost 350,000 copies of The Inquirer and Daily News are completely sold out. And, in an unprecedented move, the printing presses are running again this morning so that an additional 350,000 copies can be printed and available by early afternoon today. “People are buying these souvenir editions of The Inquirer and Daily News in massive quantities and we are responding by firing up our printing presses for another run this morning,” said Mr. Tierney.  “We have not restarted the presses like this in decades but we want to be sure that every fan who wants a copy of our newspapers can buy one.”

PHAWKER: Dan Gross passed this along to us with a note clarifying that print is NOT dead. True, as long as the Phillies continue to win the World Series every day from now until the end of time.

NUTTER: ‘You Can Be Joyous, You Cannot Be A Jackass’


PHILLY CLOUT: Mayor Nutter had strong words today for Phillies fans planning on attending tomorrow’s parade. “You can be joyous, you cannot be a jackass,” Nutter said today at a press conference to detail parade plans. Nutter is hoping to avoid a repeat of some of last night’s victory celebrations. While most of the festivities were calm, along Broad Street some fans smashed bottles, overturned cars and set small fires. “There were, in proportion, a very small number of people who engaged in inappropriate actions,” Nutter said. The parade – the city’s first to celebrate a major sports win in 25 years – will kick off tomorrow at noon at 20th and Market streets. From there it will continue to City Hall and then head south to Citizens Bank Park, concluding with rallies at the ballpark and at Lincoln Financial Field. Officials said as many as a million people could attend. Nutter said the city was seeking corporate sponsors to help defray parade costs, like police overtime. The long list includes Comcast, Independence Blue Cross, Toyota, Philadelphia Media Holdings and TastyCake. “The city needs to cover as much of the costs as possible,” Nutter said.  Nutter did not put a price tag on the parade costs. He could not say exactly how much the sponsors had pledged, but said it was hundreds of thousands. If you want to attend the festivities in Citizens Bank Park tomorrow, the Phillies are issuing free tickets for the event. The tickets will first be offered to season ticket-holders, but at 3 p.m. today, the remainder will available at    MORE

MAILBAG: Phawker Radio ROCKS!
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I don’t know if you will get this or not. But it is 6:23am after the Phillies won the world series. I just finished working, and I turned on Phawker radio, great picks. I have been listening to Phawker radio since my ipod gave up the ghost two weeks ago, and it is awesome! Way better than my ipod.


Jessica Griffin

EDITOR’S NOTE: Jessica Griffin is a staff photographer for the Daily News. We always knew that as a photographer she KICKS ASS. But what is news to us is that she has such impeccable taste in blog radio programming. Keep on rockin’ in the free world, Jess!

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TONITE: Why Whitey Can’t Vote Live

Thursday, October 30th, 2008


Tonight I’ll be on The Big Talker (1210 AM) with Dom Giordano at 8:30 PM, to discuss my White People Shouldn’t Be Allowed To Vote editorial in Sunday’s Inquirer. I am told Dom is a teacher, so here’s hoping his reading phonepoller.thumbnail.jpgcomprehension skills are superior to the folks at the The David Boze Show in Seattle, who were DEEPLY disappointed to learn that I was not LITERALLY advocating that white people not be allowed to vote and thus rescinded their offer to have me come on their show. Sometimes I think we are just too damn stupid to be the Greatest Nation On Earth.

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Thursday, October 30th, 2008
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