The good news for world-weary Americans is that the Republican primaries are effectively over. The bad news is that the Republican primaries aren’t officially over for another four months – the last state, Utah, doesn’t to go the polls until June the 26th.
Former Massachusetts governor and consistent front-runner Mitt Romney has all but won his party’s Presidential nomination. At this stage, it would be nigh-on impossible for any of the other contenders to beat him to the official candidacy and go on to face Barack Obama in November.
Superficially at least, recent primary results make the race look misleadingly open – this month alone hard-right social conservative Rick Santorum has won seven. Ultimately, though, it all comes down to the total number of state delegates each candidate receives. With four months to go, Romney has secured an unassailable lead, his 568 more than double that of Santorum’s 273, and dwarfs the totals of both Newt Gingrich (135) and Ron Paul (50). Continue reading “Republican Primaries: The End (essentially)”→
Earlier this month, media furore ensued after a 30-minute documentary condemning the Ugandan guerrilla leader Joseph Kony appeared on the internet.
Where hundreds of similar initiatives have struggled and failed to dent the popular consciousness, Kony 2012 was instantly everywhere, being bandied around YouTube, surfacing on usually-banal social networking sites and being watched 30 million times in 48 hours.
The video excoriates Kony for war crimes committed over several decades, particularly for kidnapping children and using them as soldiers and sex slaves, and calls for his arrest. It hadn’t been ricocheting around the internet for long, though, before its creators, American advocacy group Invisible Children, were on the receiving end of criticism themselves. Continue reading “Digested: Kony 2012”→
Sad to hear that Black Sabbath guitarist Tony Iommi has been diagnosed with cancer. Brummie Satanists Sabbath were the most edgily subversive of heavy metal’s hard-strumming first wave, taking the pyrotechnic blues-rock psychadelia of the Claptons and Hendrixes of the late ‘60s, stripping out the air-headed sunniness of the Summer of Love and refitting it for the long brown bad come-down that was the 1970s.