The Problem with the Middle Yeast

From The New York Times:

On May 7, Dunkin’ Donuts began running an ad on its Web site and others, featuring the celebrity chef Rachael Ray holding a cup of the company’s iced coffee while wearing a black-and-white fringed scarf.

…snip…

On May 23, the conservative blog Little Green Footballs posted an item that likened Ms. Ray’s scarf to the type typically worn by Muslim extremists. The blog said that the ads “casually promote the symbol of Palestinian terrorism and the intifada, the keffiyeh, via Rachael Ray.”

Later that day, the conservative blogger Michelle Malkin chimed in, likening the scarf to a keffiyeh and calling it “jihadi chic.” Then the story, as they say on the Internet, went totally viral.

Thank you, Little Green Footballs and Michelle Malkin! My only question is–what took you so long? I never trusted this guy….

Time to make the donuts, my ass!! More like Time to make the IEDs!

Hundreds of people posted comments, many of them condemning Dunkin’ Donuts. Ms. Malkin continued to blog about what she referred to as the “keffiyeh kerfuffle.” People who claimed knowledge of Islam weighed in, objecting to the ignorance of equating a keffiyeh with terrorism.

On May 24, Dunkin’ Donuts removed the ad from its Web site and others — and was promptly condemned by people who accused the company of caving in to conservative bullies.

Caving to conservative bullies? Bet they won’t be saying that when they get their next order!

But this is just the beginning. I hope that Michelle continues her crusade righteous quest to rid the world of terrorism, one donut at a time! Maybe she can begin here:

When she’s done cleaning up the donut world, Michelle can tackle the problem we have with young people and their jihadist ideas. From Gawker:

An email tipster discovered John McCain’s family blog has been infiltrated at the deepest level by enemies of America. Meghan McCain, daughter of the Republican presidential candidate, is really into the keffiyeh, scarf of Middle Eastern Precious Freedoms Haters, and even wears it on the so-called Straight Talk Express, and also in the presence of her apparent sympathizer mom Cindy McCain!

There are pictures over at Gawker, but I brought one over just for you, kids….

And don’t forget, kids, we all know who whom who where Cindy Lou McCain steals recipes from!

The circle, like the donut, is complete.

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This has nothing to do with the preceding, but did you ever look up malkin in the dictionary, kids?

Malkin
Mal”kin\, n. [Dim. of Maud, the proper name. Cf. Grimalkin.] [Written also maukin.]

1. Originally, a kitchenmaid; a slattern. –Chaucer.

2. A mop made of clouts, used by the kitchen servant.

3. A scarecrow. [Prov. Eng.]

4. (Mil.) A mop or sponge attached to a jointed staff for swabbing out a cannon.
Webster’s Revised Unabridged Dictionary, © 1996, 1998 MICRA, Inc.

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37 responses to “The Problem with the Middle Yeast

  1. nightowl724

    Remember Nehru jackets back in the Hippie days? You know, when America was becoming more culturally aware? Well, nowadays we’re more culturally paranoid. What a crock of crap flap over all of this! Scarf police…

    But, as for Dunkin’ Donuts… They are all terrorists! I mean, why haven’t they renamed the French donut to the Freedom donut? (Please don’t tell anyone, but my favorites are the chocolate regime-filled and the cherry-bomb filled.)

    Tragically funny stuff, nonnie!

  2. sardonyx

    That’s “freedom cruller”. I do like those favorite flavors of yours, nightowl.

    nonnie, may I say how scary those munchkins are? Likely to give me nightmares…

  3. nightowl,
    i loved nehru jackets! i wish they would bring them back. they were so comfy! my favorites, though, were the doctor kildare blouses.
    dunkin’ donuts is just another terrorist franchise trying to kill off ‘mericans with cholesterol and saturated fats.

  4. sar!
    pass that freedom cruller over here. i’ll take care of it. i don’t want you in any danger! in fact, pass the boston creme and glazed over here, too. just in case.
    i am so sorry to give you nightmares, sar. i am just trying to save america, one donut at a time.

  5. nightowl724

    sar, thanks for the correction! I should have remembered that the French Academy would never allow it to be called an ordinary donut. How gauche!

    http://tinyurl.com/3tkxzu

    Please, pass some freedom crullers this way, too!

  6. jlms qkw - jenn

    i guess ms. malkin couldn’t find any better news on which to inflate her ego and income?

    this is so stupid. and dunkin’ donuts is so stupid.

    and nonnie, i lol’d. 😉 thx

  7. nightowl724

    nonnie. Doctor Kildare blouses? Hahahahaha!

  8. jenn,
    i am glad that you got a giggle out of this. all i got was a mad craving for carbohydrates. with sprinkles!

  9. nightowl,
    you don’t remember them? they were called dr. kildare or ben casey shirts, depending on which tv doc you liked better. they looked sort of like this, but with a bit more embellishment:

  10. nightowl724

    Well, I didn’t, but now that I see one… I still say hahahahahaha! We sure did wear some funny-looking stuff (and hairdos) sometimes, didn’t we? The absolute WORST were leisure suits, I think. Every guy in my wedding party, including my hubbie wore a yellow one (!) with a white shirt and tie on our big day. I wore a white dotted-Swiss wedding gown with yellow ribbon woven through the eyelet lace. I carried daisies. Man, we looked HOT back then!

  11. Got a Grip

    Hey, nightowl! When I married the first time I carried daisies, too. In fact, I went out on the morning of the wedding and wandered amongst the cows in the front pasture and picked them in a thunderstorm. I had a bit of a stand off with one old cow who was enjoying her morning snack in a particularly lovely patch and didn’t want to share.

    My mother took them to the florist and had them arranged into two bouquets with some baby’s breath, one for me and one for my sister/maid of honor. I thought they were beautiful.

    My dress was eyelet, handmade by my mother, and I wore a big, floppy white hat. I was stylin’, too, my dear. 😉

  12. Got a Grip

    Hey, nons, I could go for a good freedom cruller about now. Or I could avoid the terrorists altogether and just hit Crispy Creme. There’s one down the road and if I leave now I bet the light will be green, the greasy goodness will piping hot and the glaze will run down my chin.

    I wonder if that makes me a communist or something?

  13. Got a Grip

    Jenn, Ms. Malkin never has anything better to do than spew hateful idiocy at any time of the day or night.

    The last two nights Keith O has had Ms. Malkin in worst persons, and the picture is ever so flattering. She looks like the female, oriental version of Charles Manson. She’s a scary little slattern only because there are cretins that listen to her. Otherwise she’d just be a joke, and a dull joke at that….

  14. nightowl724

    gotta, my mother-in-law made my beautifully simple veil. The cap was of dotted-Swiss with eyelet lace and yellow ribbon woven through just like the dress. Of course we looked beautiful; we were brides!

    What did your guys wear?

    The thought of you roaming amidst the cows and their doo-doo on your wedding day is cute!

  15. Got a Grip

    Nightowl, the guys wore midnight blue suits that were of leisure suit origins. The ties were too wide and the pant legs too short, as was the custom. My MIL had wanted the guys to rent crushed blue velvet tuxedos but I put the kibosh on that idea. It was too reminiscent of the prom…. 🙂

    And yes, I was a beautiful bride, although I didn’t realize it until many decades later. I bet you and I in our prime put the overdone excess of today to shame.

    Good times….. 😉

  16. nightowl724

    Speaking of “short pants”… It was rainy the day I got married. The wives used bobby pins (!) to turn up the cuffs on the pants so they wouldn’t get sloppy. One of the ushers forgot to remove his until after the ceremony! We laughed about it, but his wife was so embarrassed.

    When I see ads for shows like “extreme weddings” at $150,000 plus, I could scream! Ours was simple and sweet and I’ll bet yours was, too.

  17. Got a Grip

    Yes, nightowl, it was simple and sweet and small. Nothing ostentatious, just a simple wedding. My dad cried like a baby as he walked me down the aisle. He didn’t want to give his little girl away to anyone. It was both very sweet and very embarrassing. But that’s my daddy all over.

    I have a vague recollection that the men’s pants were cuffed. I’ll have to go dig out the pictures and see if that’s right. It’ll drive me batty if I don’t find out….

  18. and then there was carnaby street. how did we ever grow up with our eyesight intact?

  19. my wedding dress cost $150, because nobody else could fit into it. even so, they had to take it in some more. i try not to think of my wedding. it would have been fun if my ex had not been there! 😉

  20. nightowl724

    Carnaby Street, yes! Twiggy. Go-Go boots. Hot pants. Sizzler dresses. Platform shoes. Wide ties, collars, and bell bottoms. Macrame belts. Mohair sweaters. Peace signs. Tie-dyed T-shirts (back in style!). Granny shoes. Snowball hats. Frayed jeans. Midi- and mini-skirts. Mood rings. Paper dresses. Afros. Wild paisleys and flowers. Pea coats. Vinyl jackets. Shag haircuts. Loooong, straight hair. Ironing hair. Juice can “curlers.” Black eyeliner. Pink lipstick. WHITE lipstick!

    Psychedelic…

  21. nightowl724

    Wedding still make me cry. Where are the tissues?

  22. i am being a terrible hostess, and i apologize. i have to go to a birthday party for a 4-year-old on sunday, and i have been busy in photoshop, putting her face on all kinds of princess movies. it’s fun, but very time consuming.
    nightowl, don’t forget the palazzo pants! my favorite outfit was a skirt and blouse. the skirt was a light violet (but not quite, more reddish with a tinge of gray) with small white abstract flowers covering it. the blouse was short sleeved, with the reverse pattern–white background with light violet flowers. i can still remember how the blouse felt. it was just cotton, but it was so soft and so comfortable.

  23. nightowl,
    we all know where all the tissues are. boo-hoo boehner has them. 😉

  24. nightowl724

    Yes – palazzo pants! Navy and white were mine, with a reverse print top, as you said. Tent dresses. Velvet chokers. Cameo pins. Kilts with knee socks and penny loafers. Charm bracelets. Smocked shirts. Peasant dresses. Shawls. Organza blouses. Halter tops. Culotte dresses. Why, we were fashionistas!

    You have a very lucky niece, nonnie !

  25. nightowl724

    JUMPSUITS for guys and gals! And, what were those shirts called that were like leotards with snaps at the crotch? Fishnet stockings. Textured hose.

  26. nightowl,
    not my niece. in fact, i never met her. i know her dad.
    i loved those shirts with the snaps. at least until i had to pee! what the hell were they called? damn, that’s gonna bother me. do you remember the ones with the matching stockings? i had them in blue and white checks. i found the name–bodysuits! look at this page:
    http://www.grandmashouse.ws/patterns/LadiesRetro.html

  27. jlms qkw - jenn

    one of my aunts had a dotted swiss wedding theme. i believe daisies were involved.

    you folks had too much fun last night, again!

    bodysuits for sure. daughter loves them.

  28. nightowl724

    nonnie… bodysuits, YES! Popular to keep our bellybuttons from showing when we wore our hip-huggers (with wide belts, of course).

    Thanks for the classic patterns. That was fun, as I used to sew a lot in high school. (My dad was a tailor.) From the gallery you linked to: I used McCalls 8622 to make a pale blue suit for my sister. I made the red skirt on Butterick 5737. And, I used Simplicity 9406 to ake a yellow flowered dress for my HomeEc project one year.

    Man, am I old!

  29. nightowl724

    jenn, I didn’t even know they still made bodysuits! (I have sons.) Are they Velcro these days!

  30. nightowl724

    gotta… Well, cuffs or no cuffs?

    Your dad: Awww… Pass me a tissue. And, Father’s Day is just around the corner.

  31. Got a Grip

    It was cuffs, wide cuffs. The suits all look like they were made for someone three sizes larger and three inches too short. They were awful. I, on the other hand, was lovely, as was my sister.

    Man, did you bring the memories back or what. The body suits and the hip huggers were awful. And the halter tops. Remember the pencil test? You were supposed to put a pencil under your breast and if it was held in place your breasts were too big for a halter top. I could hold a can of soda under mine.

    And ironing your hair. I have hair with curls that refuse to be corralled. I would get up every morning and spend a half an hour carefully ironing about three feet of hair (I could tuck it under my a$$ and sit down and it would tickle the backs of my thighs). Then I’d walk the half mile to the bus and by the time I got there I’d have a huge, strawberry blonde afro. I was a sight to behold.

    My dad is 83, he’ll turn 84 in October. He’s an old softy if ever there was one. He still drives and mows the lawn and all kinds of things. His side of the family tends to live long, productive lives so I’m hoping to keep him around for a long time to come….. 😉

  32. nightowl724

    gotta…

    Ha-ha! I remember the pencil test. And, I was built like you!

    I also remember the ruler test. We had to kneel down to get ourselves measured. If the hem of our skirt was more than 2″ off the floor, it was straight to the principal’s office and then home!

    I’ll bet all that natural curl served you a lot better in other decades!

    Dad sounds grand! I hope you inherited the longevity genes, too.

    http://tinyurl.com/3afdzw

    Pass the tissues!

  33. Got a Grip

    Yeah, I’ve learned to live with the hair what brung me. Once I figured out that it had a mind of its own and I should just let it do its thing, we’ve gotten along sooo much better.

    I remember the ruler. All the girls would try to pull their skirts down as far as they could and still not have their unmentionables showing so they could pass the test. My best friend in high school and her older sister were really into the short skirts, so it was always touch and go for them.

    I’m counting on the longevity genes at this point. Since I still act like a 10 year old about 90% of the time, I’m hoping it will be a long time before I have to actually grow up. And yeah, my dad’s a peach (and a pistol).

    I think we’re going to have to make a raid on Boo Hoo’s house to get our tissue concession, especially if we’re going to go tripping down memory lane like this all the time….. 🙂

  34. from now on i get my freedom coffee and the freedom starbucks next door to malkin donuts

  35. dcAp,
    malkin donuts, definitely not worth the trip……though the thought of dunking anything named malkin in a scalding liquid is rather tempting. 😉

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