Don't know whether she's Komen or going

Cocktail Cow, by Alan Hayball

Updated 2/7/2012

Just in case you've been wondering about whether the Susan G. Komen for the Cure Foundation lost that kerfuffle or not, it seems they are now advertising for a Director of Public Policy. But don't they—you ask—already have a Vice President for Public Policy, and is that person not the remarkable Karen Handel, erstwhile losing Tea Party candidate for the governorship of Georgia, and last heard of as a key figure in turning the Susan G. Komen for the Cure Foundation into the Ill-Matched Losers in a Recklessly Chosen Battle against Planned Parenthood Foundation (IMLRCBPPF)?

Well, Jezebel (h/t TBogg) thinks that the Director will be needed because the Vice President is going to be going away for a long while, hoping to spend time no doubt with her (unplanned) family, or, to put it in perhaps more familiar language, she is getting the sack (plus, as TBogg notes, severance package and non-disclosure agreement).

I said way back on Friday (over at Kos, not here) that SGK was slow-walking in an effort—doomed to failure—to suggest that they had not in fact lost anything at all, but was anybody listening?

The fact, I'm convinced, is that a tide is really turning, that people are beginning to recognize rightism as an infection that can be treated, not just an aspect of the way things are, and

Hear this word, you cows of Bashan who are on Mount Samaria, who oppress the poor, who crush the needy, who say to their husbands, "Bring something to drink."

The Lord God has sworn by his holiness: The time is surely coming upon you, when they shall take you away with hooks, even the last of you with fishhooks. (Amos 4:1-2)

Update
Yup, she's gone. But declines a severance package! Some have suggested it was the possibility of  non-disclosure agreement she was worried about. Suppose she's already got a book deal from Regnery? 

Modern cows of Bashan (Golan Heights), not yet taken away. Photo from Quackenblog.

Observers' paradox

Schrödinger's Cat. By Draguunthor at DeviantArt.

The tempest over the Susan G. Komen for the Cure Foundation massacre as it unfolded Thursday and Friday put me in mind of a problem on a blogospheric scale that I have meant to address for some time, the Heisenbergian way the Internet has of dealing with uncertainty—you can perceive the velocity of a story as it travels through the Tubes or its position, but not both at the same time, and the aspect you choose has an effect on what the story actually is.

The news that SGK had reversed its decision to withdraw funding for breast examinations [jump]

Race for the cure? Race for the exit!

The rule announced by the Susan G. Komen for the Cure Foundation requiring them to cut off funding to any organization that is under investigation, which applies to, out of the 2000 organizations they support, exactly one (Planned Parenthood) made me think of Alice:

At this moment the King, who had been for some time busily writing in his note-book, cackled out 'Silence!' and read out from his book, 'Rule Forty-two. All persons more than a mile high to leave the court.'
Everybody looked at Alice.
'I'm not a mile high,' said Alice.
'You are,' said the King.
'Nearly two miles high,' added the Queen.
'Well, I shan't go, at any rate,' said Alice: 'besides, that's not a regular rule: you invented it just now.'
'It's the oldest rule in the book,' said the King.
'Then it ought to be Number One,' said Alice.
The King turned pale, and shut his note-book hastily.

That's all I wanted to say, except for the admonition that you should not truck with the Susan G. Komen for the Cure Foundation (I always thought that was a stupidly formulated name, however worthy a person Susan G. Komen herself may have been) until they have displayed sincere contrition.

Shining Eyes and White Wrists. (Above) (1887-1893) Wu Youru. Ink on Paper. Collection of the Shanghai History Museum. From Baartquake. Most Shanghai ladies of the late 19th century were not so liberated.