Monthly Archives: December 2008

And The Sexism Slithers On

 

Favreau Cops Feel

Favreau Cops Feel

 

I take it from Obama’s silence that this is considered just funnin’ around?

Would everyone be equally blase if a drunken Clinton speechwriter was fondling Obama’s crotch . . . not his REAL crotch, of course, just a cardboard facsimile?

After all, in the final analysis of the big picture of the bottom line at the end of the day, it really IS about enjoying our brief time on this planet, is it not?

I guess, then, my only question is whether mock fondling perpetrated by an underling on the Secretary of State might undermine our negotiating position with Iran.

If Obama doesn’t sit in that chair that looks too big for him and tell us how much he regrets dismissing an ace speechwriter on the cusp of a brilliant career, then he better keep his trap shut when someone does something comparable to likenesses of his wife and daughters.

CUT THE CRAP

Governor Blogojevich of Illinois, the state that PEBO hails from, was arrested this morning on corruption charges as the first casualty of an FBI investigation that has been going on since 2002.

Barack Obama was in the Illinois state senate in 2002.  He says he was unaware of the corruption charges.  He’s either not telling the truth, or he’s not very smart.  Same thing I said when he said he was unaware of Reverend Wright’s incendiary remarks.  Same thing I said when he said he wasn’t aware of Rezko’s shady dealings.

Slimebag Blagojevich, thankfully, makes one clear-cut statement that Barack Obama, gadummit, was the one legislator that Blagojevich couldn’t muscle or buy.  Lucky break, eh?  Like Jesse Jackson accidentally distancing himself from Obama when he didn’t know the microphone that he was WEARING was on.

If y’all are buying this bullshit, you might also be interested in some Made In America subprime derivative junk bonds and/or a bridge Made In Alaska.

Baa Baa Black Sheep

Baa Baa Black Sheep,
Have you any oil?
Yes, yes Infidel
Three barrels full.

One for the Masters
One for the cars
One for whomever
Keeps crossed the stars.

Baa Baa Black Sheep,
Have you any oil?
Yes, yes Infidel
Three barrels full.

Sexism Is Unchanged

Dick Morris sits there, fat and affected, and calls Hillary Clinton a cardboard cutout.

And somehow, presumably because his book has been on the best-seller list for EIGHTEEN WEEKS, gluttonous Dick Morris can gloss over the beyond-poor-taste Facebook photo of Barack Obama’s wunderkind speech writer Jon Favreau groping Secretary of State designate, sitting senator and former First Lady Hillary Clinton.

Y’know what, Sweetie?  I believe that’s strike three on Sexism.

Sweetie, it is incumbent upon Barack Lay Off My Wife Obama to issue a statement.

Particularly after gluttonous Dick Morris’s joke about nine-month waits at abortion clinics.

Don’t Let The Door Hit You

Senator Chris Dodd is unambiguous in declaring that GM CEO Rick Wagoner should move on.

I agree.

Senator Chris Dodd, of the VIP/Friends of Anthony Mozilo sweetheart loan, should also move on.

America Is Pissing Me Off

 

AP

AP

 

PARTY ON

PARTY ON

 

 

I don’t know what the hell is going on in my capricious and heavy-handed country, but last night I was banned without warning from an ostensibly LIBERTARIAN internet forum, for letting loose with a series of concise and strongly worded sentiments — think bumper sticker compactness — about audacious Powers That Be contriving in an “emergency session” to bend the law in Washington DC, in honor Obama’s inauguration, such that Party Goers can guzzle more alcohol at more hours of the early morning.

Right on.  That there’s some Change we can believe in, eh?

Directly upon reading about the latest practice-what-I-preach decadence of hypocritical High Flyers . . . bearing in mind that, for me, to drink is to die and that, for me, just like for the Inauguration Crowd, life in America without any relief whatsoever is quite frankly unbearable . . . I composed the following posts in rapid-read-that-impassioned sequence:

 

DE-CRIMINALIZE MARIJUANA, YOU HYPOCRITES
OR WE WILL MOVE TO REINSTATE PROHIBITION

 

DE-CRIMINALIZE MARIJUANA, YOU FUCKING HYPOCRITES
OR WE’LL GIVE YOU A SECOND CIVIL RIGHTS MOVEMENT

 

ARE WE TO UNDERSTAND THAT THE RULING ELITE
IS ONCE AGAIN ABOVE THE LAWS THAT BIND US?

 

WHAT THE HELL KIND OF MESSAGE
DO WE MEAN TO SEND THE KIDS?


WHAT THE HELL KIND OF MESSAGE
DO WE MEAN TO SEND THE WORLD?


THE MORE PEOPLE TALK CHANGE
THE MORE THEY STAY THE SAME

 

WE ARE AT WAR WITH A NATION
THAT FROWNS ON DRINKING

People are dying.

 

I’ll grant that there were two others that were suitable only in the Wild West of the blogosphere.  Offensive, depending your bugaboo, but not spam.  Spam is the equivalent of junk mail, thrown in willy nilly to disrupt a conversation.  To WHAT conversation could de-criminalization of marijuana be more pertinent than one about “legal” addicts contriving to get bombed all night long, impervious that pot smokers are castigated, penalized and IMPRISONED for “taking the edge off” with considerably more restraint and decorum.   Sorry, but I’m gonna have to go with something on the No Dice – Screw You spectrum.

Then suddenly, unexpectedly — poof — someone whose world view feels threatened flips a friggin’ switch and, just like that, I am denied access to a Board at which I have been posting with integrity since September, which was when I finally threw in the towel on the Board That Shall Not Be Named, an ostensibly LIBERAL board engaging in DIFFERENT methods of censure.  I am pissed.

I cannot believe how quickly and how obliviously people engage in the very practices they decry.

Come to learn I was banned by a 27-year-young A Little Bit Of Knowledge Is A Dangerous Thing RON PAUL devotee.  That’s right, Devotee.  Que paso con Liberty?

FOR FUCK’S SAKE, PEOPLE.  NO ONE PERSON HAS ALL THE ANSWERS.  NO ONE “PARTY” IDEOLOGY WILL WIN ALL HEARTS OR SAVE ALL DAYS.  YES, I DO APPRECIATE THE IRONY OF MY SAYING THAT WHILE I SPOUT OFF LIKE A KNOW-IT-ALL.

When we were kids, we ran loose in the neighborhood and played with a passel of other neighborhood Baby Boomers.  Kick the Can, Steal the Flag, whatever, the more the merrier.  Mercifully not dozens of times but more than once or twice did my father shout out the front door, drunk as you please, “Maude, quit being so bossy.”

If he had always shouted at Maude, that would be one thing.  But he alternated between Maude and my real name, not that there was any rhyme or reason to Maude being laughable but, believe you me, it was.  Ergo, not only did he humiliate me in front of the entire neighborhood on the bossy charge, he broadcast to neighborhood KIDS — kids being commonly noted for their cruelty — that there was also a moniker by which I might be tormented if a kid ever needed extra ammo.  Well done, Dad.  Thanks.

Bossy, absolutely.  But also smart.  And pissed.  This business of me getting hollered at and crapped on and regulated and fined and harassed and taxed and pestered and penalized and minimized and marginalized, so we can keep this Political Farce going — the scandalous and decadent uber rich feasting on the bankruptcies of the poor and ignorant masses who, reduced to abject dependence, agitate for assistance and settle for scraps.  And then there’s me over here, getting trampled like the hapless worker who opened the door at Wal*Mart.  

Okay not like, but like.  Emphatically, I do NOT make light of the man’s death — on the contrary, I am horrified.  The Consumers who stamped the breath of life right out of him?  THE ABLE-BODIED PROCEEDED TO SHOP.  But that dude went straight to Heaven or its equivalent — he is out. of. pain. — while I proceed to die a thousand deaths or go softly into that good night, I can’t tell which. 

No sirree Bob.  My countrymen and I?  My government and I?  We’re gonna have us a word.

I’ll start by adding the following sentiments in remark upon Official Hypocrisy that grows more brazen and more imperious by the week:

 

LEGALIZE, REGULATE AND TAX MARIJUANA
OR REINSTATE THE PROHIBITION OF BOOZE

 

CONCERNS ABOUT VIOLENCE IN CAPITOL TAINTING INAUGURATION
PROMPT EMERGENCY SESSION OF CONGRESS TO RECTIFY TRAVESTY

 

Let’s get this straight. I am essentially a peaceable person. I do not advocate violence.  Me, I think we have no business but business in the Middle East. 

HOWEVER, comma, surveying the courtly pageants of the Ruling Elite, then using history as a guide, I apprehend a Ruling Elite of self-important, self-serving, self-indulgent, greedy, corrupted, capricious, high-flying, moralizing, judgmental, punitive, imperious, impervious, unapologetic carpetbaggers who whip the combustible masses into superficial excitements and who stoke fires of frustration with their ungodly displays of conspicuous consumption against a backdrop of widespread economic suffering.

Think, let them eat cake.

I’m not foolin’ around here.  I am calling my country on its bullshit.

Obama Wants “Exact” Ideas?

Whatsa matter, doesn’t he have any brainstorms of his own?

I thought the boy wonder and president elect HAD a healthcare plan.  If memory serves, he RAN on his healthcare program.

What’s this new business of asking the public to do for free the jobs that other people are paid to do?

Mainstream Media is the same way — send us your photos, send us your scoops, send us your news.  So that, what?  The Sender feels all warm and fuzzy when his unremunerated name is read on TV?

As bloggers are wont to say, “Do your own homework.”

But I’ll give PEBO a tip.  Health is not meant to be a for-profit scheme.

Ditto Justice.

In addressing the affordability part of Affordable Healthcares, it is an exercise in futility without taking on the skulduggery that is made amply manifest in Big Insurance and Big Law — the parts of healthcare that have nothing to do with healthcare and everything to do with profiteering.

Made In America

In the one-thing-leads-to-another way that the internet has of sailing me along from one post to another board to a mainstream publication to an independent site — with me able to retrace the steps only about as often as I can retrace the steps that landed me at a particular thought — I came upon one of those party-dampening reminders that there ARE radical Muslims worldwide who DO mean us harm.

Almost as many of them as there are of us, according to the sight at which I arrived perhaps serendipitously, for the author sounds like a highly advanced intellect. I take the liberty of excerpting from his blog Thinking Man:

“In the denouement of the Mumbai massacre, it seems well worth pointing out, for those who still don’t know, there are 1.2 billion Muslims in the world today. Of those, a conservatively estimated 10 to 15 percent are radical Muslims, or Muslim extremists, who regard the United States as the Great Satan — by which is meant: the United States should be expunged from the face of the earth, and the Koran should replace our Constitution.

To spare you the math, 15 percent of 1.2 billion is 280 million. That means there are more Muslim extremists in the world than there are people in the United States of America.

These Muslims are spread everywhere across the globe.

It is surmised that the Mumbai terrorists were merely following the instruction manual of al-Qaeda’s erstwhile Saudi Arabian chief — one Abd al-Aziz al-Muqrin — who, in 2004, published on the internet an instructional killing essay for jihadists. That essay is entitled “The Targets Inside Cities.”

The text of al-Murqrin’s essay spells out, in no uncertain terms, “the degree of value” placed (by jihadists) upon each group of innocent civilian. Thus, Jews are the number one group on al-Muqrin’s list — American and Israelis Jews first, followed by British Jews. Christians are the next group — American Christians first, again followed by British. Al-Muqrin then subdivides by profession: businessmen first, military next, tourist next, and so on…

Each one of them would only have to kill one of us, with a few million of them working more prodigiously or a few Incidents taking out masses of people in one whack.  Such as in underground railways or highrise office buildings.

Barack Obama has TWICE said — that I myself have heard, mentioning again that my hearing has not yet fallen to the ravages of Middle Age — that he ESPECIALLY wants to hear from the people who disagree with him.  That’d be me.

As it happens, I have been given no reason to take him at his word.  That’s the Truth.  He couldn’t disown Reverend Wright, then he threw him under the bus.  He would accept public campaign financing, but he didn’t.  He would start bringing our troops home on Day One, now it’s only some troops, with more troops bound for Afghanistan.  There won’t be any lobbyists in his Administration, now lobbyists just can’t finagle for their own cause.

But what choice do I have?  After all, presuming that his eligibility issue will be satisfactorily resolved, sweeping it under the rug NOT constituting resolution, Barack Hussein Obama is our next President.

If it is true that anywhere NEAR 280 million radical Muslims mean us harm, then it seems very clear to me that we, the objects of their annihilation, will set about ensuring that we rely upon our Haters for absolutely nothing.  Zero, nada, zip, zilch.

Oil included.

But separately from radical Islam, I have observed that several other nationalities and countries have not exactly been rooting for the home team.  Or if they are, their support is too anemic to matter.

Speaking of, call me crazy, I believe this Crisis would inspire me to turn off the spiggot on foreign aid.

In the meantime, the people of this and every country must ask themselves whether they want to be a hodge podge of separate countries or whether they want one gigantic nation with one gigantic government — Starbucks, McDonald’s, Kentucky Fried Chicken, Gap, Borders, WAL*MART, Best Buy, Costco all around.

Me, I’m all for national distinction . . . it makes travel so much more interesting.  

I share certain economic sympathies with the Secessionists.  Alas — which is to say, considering REALITY — in light of the sheer magnitude of contemporary dangers, the notion of squaring off against them as even SMALLER entities strikes me as counterintuitive.  Even so,  Washington is out of control and there is no doubt in my mind that, economically speaking, People will be better served by a reversion of states’ rights to the states.  Culturally, aesthetically, spiritually, in the same way that it is not interesting to fly half way around the world to find the same Stuff you left at home, it is not so interesting to drive across THIS country only to find Sameness.

If we ARE going the Sovereign Nation route — like brave and independent people — my very strong suggestion is that we identify and begin manufacturing the things without which we would be FUCKED.  One per state, THAT’S the Heavy Industry in that state.  Fifty’s not enough?  Make it a hundred, two per state.  Company towns . . . see my earlier post entitled The Housing Hoopla.

We need a passenger car, we need a truck, we need a plane, we need a ship, we need a gun, we need ammo, we need a cooking unit, we need a refrigeration unit.  We need one full line of toiletries.  A television, a computer, a radio, tools.  Cloth, think hemp.

It won’t be practical.  The items will be expensive.  That’s okay.  Rich foreigners LOVE expensive American Stuff.  Think, Top Of The Line.  The Cadillacs of necessities.  It will have a favorable impact on exports, I’ve no doubt —  billionaires are tuning up all over the place.  American Aristocracy will buy the goods, too.

Badge of Honor meets Snob Appeal, and they both keep up with the Joneses.

The points are short, sweet, quaint, imperative and two:

1.  SELF-SUFFICIENCY

2.  JOBS

Hillary = More Same Old Same Old

I can sum up, in five words, why Barack Obama is either moronic or manipulative to nominate Hillary Married-To-A-Big-Shot Clinton to the illustrious position of Secretary of State.  

PREFERENCE IS GIVEN TO MALES.

Because American politics — particularly the two-year-epically-expensive Campaign-O-Rama, the indication of Mob Rule and our steadfast reward of criminal behavior —  have inspired serious consideration of leaving the country that no longer loves me even if I could still love it, I commenced looking into a certificate for teaching English overseas.

Know where they pay best?  Oman, Qatar and the United Arab Emirates.

Know what each of those country’s profiles specifies?  

“Preference given to males.”

The internet has been wiped clean of the images — which is, in itself, just super creepy — but I have seen with my own eyes images of Hillary Clinton with her head covered subserviently before sexist Middle Eastern Brass.

Images of our current Secretary of State and third-rate-citizen-in-whacko-Middle-Eastern-eyes are still findable.  Ditto photos of Laura Bush and Nancy Pelosi circumspectly be-scarfed in the presence of precisely the people who are undermining our country.  One-name-like-a-star Hillary’s may have been removed, but we know and they know she has done the same…yes massah, I will cover my offensive head in your superior presence.

But forget five words, frugality being the watchword for 2009.

I can sum up, in TWO words, why Barack Obama is either moronic or manipulative to nominate Hillary Married-To-A-Big-Shot Clinton for the illustrious position of Secretary of State.

SNIPER FIRE.

I Am Same, Same I Am

I am Same.
Same I am.

That Same-I-am!
That Same-I-am!
I do not like that Same-I-am!

Do you like Reform and Change?

I do not like them, Same-I-am.
I do not like Reform and Change.

Would you like them here and now?

I would not like them here and now.
I would not like them anyhow.
I do not like Reform and Change.
I do not like them, Same-I-am.

Would you like them in the House?
Would you like them with a mouse?

I do not like them in the House.
I do not like them with a mouse.
I do not like them here and now.
I do now like them anyhow.
I do not like Reform and Change.
I do not like them, Same-I-am.

Would you like them on the Hill?
Would you like them with a pill?

Not on the Hill.
Not with a pill.
Not in the House.
Not with a mouse.
I would not like them here and now.
I would not like them anyhow.
I would not like Reform and Change.
I do not like them, Same-I-am.

Would you? Could you? In a car?
Try them! Try them! Here they are.

I would not, could not, in a car.

You may like them.
You will see.
You may like them in a tree!

More regulations for every tree.
To crap carmakers, free money.
But Changes not upon the Hill.
I do not like them with a pill.
I do not like them in the House.
I do not like them with a mouse.
I do not like them here and now.
I do now like them anyhow.
I do not like Reform and Change.
I do not like them, Same-I-am.

A train! A plane! Of course, a horse!
Could you, would you, with remorse?

Not on a train! Not on a plane!
Not on a horse with flowing mane!
I would not, could not, on the Hill.
I could not, would not, with a pill.
I will not pass them with a mouse.
I will not pass them from the House.
I will not pass them here and now.
I will not pass them anyhow.
I do not pass Reform and Change.
I do not like them, Same-I-am.

Say! In the dark? Without the press?
Would you, could you, in recess?

I would not, could not, in recess.

Would you, could you, in the rain?

I would not, could not, in the rain.
Not in the dark. Not on a train.
For cars and trees a generous hand
But no big Changes, Same-I-am.
Not in the House. Not on the Hill.
Not with a mouse. Not with a pill.
I will not pass them here and now.
I do not like them anyhow!

You do not like Reform and Change?

I do not like them Same-I-am.

Could you, would you, with a goat?

I would not, could not, with a goat!

Would you, could you, on a boat?

I could not, would not, on a boat.
I will not, will not, with a goat.
I will not pass them in the rain.
I will not pass them on a train.
Not in the dark! Not in a tree!
Not in a car! You let me be!
I do not like them in the House.
I do not like them with a mouse.
I do not like them here and now.
I do now like them anyhow.
I do not like reform and change.
I do not like them, Same-I-am.

You do not like them. So you say.
Try them! Try them! And you may.
Try them and you may, I say.

Same! If you will let me be
I will try them. You will see.

bravely sinks his teeth into Reform and Change>

Say!
I like Reform and Change!
I do! I like them, Same-I-Am.
And I would like them on a boat.
And I would like them with a goat.
And I will like them in the rain.
And in the dark. And on a train.
And in a car. And in a tree.
Changes are so good, you see!
So I will like them from the Hill.
And I will like them with a pill.
And I will like them from the House.
And I will like them with a mouse.
And I will like them here and now.
Say! I will like them ANYHOW!

I do so like Reform and Change!
Thank you! Thank you, Same-I-Am.