November 30, 2009


So I saw this book my daughter's friend was reading and it looked ok and it was about vampires. Ever since Blacula, and Frank Langella's stage/film performance, Salem's Lot and so forth, vampires are, to me, the only legend that has any class. I revered the vampire legend. Ever since people tried to BE vampires and since Twilight, I have reconsidered my stance. Few things have ever sucked so hard.

In this book you start with the most boring, klutzy, inept girl that ever existed, who LOVES searing heat and sunshine. Which makes her evil already. Anyone who LOVES the sun has to suck. Bad.

She goes to a school where she's sure everyone will hate her but instead everyone treats her with a deference that is totally unreal. Except...Edward. His black eyes threaten her and she is completely freaked out,never realizing she might just be an asshole. She falls over her own shoes, trips in volleyball and almost kills someone, and faints at the "smell"of a drop of blood in science class. Did I mention she moved to the most rainy part of the country? Eegads, not so much sun! Gah.

Bella continues to be one of the most disagreeable people ever and everyone continues to kiss her ass, except Edward, theonly one she cares about.

After saving her from a gang of raping rapists, Edward finally brings her home, where itis revealed that they can't go out in the sun because they sparkle. Oooh - scary. Oh, and her Indian friend is a werewolf. Triangle! The most boring triangle ever. Kids go to these movies with "Team Edward" and "Team Jacob" shirts,like it matters. Either way she's fucked. But Bella is begging to be fucked, which is probably thepoint of these movies. Since they are purity movies in thin disguise. On her wedding night Bella wonders if she's going to actually have sex withher husband. WONDERS. Until she decides totally to doit and bear a monster baby that will almost surely kill her. This is the dumbest series, told through the point of view of the dumbest protagonist ever. Read Salem's Lot or Dracula instead. You'll get a lot more outof it. Better yet, read the first 4 Anne Rice novels. It's hella gay, but it totally rocks.

October 17, 2009

I'd Love to Change the World

I think right this moment this song expresses my feelings best. Of course I could be wrong. But it seems to. Enjoy.

September 10, 2009

Salute to 9/11 Victims - the Jumpers


My salute is to the jumpers. As it usually is. How fucking horrible is it to have a wall of fire and smoke at your back and 90 stories fall in front of you? I. don't. know.

September 1, 2009

Liberty in an Amusing Nutshell

I've seldom seen liberty and free markets captured so profoundly in such an amusing and succinct way. How do we get back there from here?

August 27, 2009


I don't have much to say - Chappaquiddick, open treason (covertly attempting to aid the Soviets during Reagan's presidency to help them defeat his anti-Soviet plans), booze-soaked career politician who only stayed there because of his name and not because of anything he ever did, because he never did anything good. I have to say, along with Frank J at IMAO, that I'm only now coming to terms with how insane it really was to have him in there all. these. freaking. years. How did that even work? Who was insane or amoral enough to keep putting him in there? What made anyone think he should be in charge of *anything* much less American people? Well, I don't feel any obligatory "Oh his poor family" coming on - I don't really give a fuck. He did far more harm than plenty of others and it's past time he was gone for good anyway. Happy dirt-nap. Oh, and enjoy the little movie; they're so much fun to make. If you make some of your own, share them with me and maybe I'll post them, too!

August 25, 2009

August 13, 2009


Join Steven Crowder, Lee Doren (my video guy!), Machosauce's Zo, Ann Coulter, Michelle Malkin, and millions of other Americans in our REFUSAL to be intimidated by the federal government, and FLAG YOURSELF! Send your email to along with YOUR thoughts on this phony dog and pony showed, astroturfing, crowd-packing, SEIU violent thug gooning, planting fake Nazi protestors outside town-halling, turds of this administration and their ginned up HELL care reform bill with their euthanasia and their denial of medical services to those who need them most. Tell them exactly what you think of them and REFUSE to be intimidated. You are an American. Remember that, patriots, and do the right thing. This works best in the largest numbers possible, so stop hiding and being intimidated and just do it already. Who the hell do these people think they are? Let them know what their place REALLY is for once. THEY WORK FOR US.

August 7, 2009

Mandatory Viewing

While I can't say I'm HAPPY with what this man is saying, I can say I'm thrilled to have him saying it to these chipper morning type media hosts, and I can say I'm thrilled to hear it coming from a "political atheist" who has no dog in the fight except for following trends and stating the obvious - the **real world** effects of things. As dire as the news is, I'm glad it's getting out there! We've only been saying it for 9 months; it's time to hear the rest of the world getting the picture and not these ludicrous proclamations from leftist bloggers and newspapers and anchorpeople who don't know their asses from a hole in the ground.

And this Town Hall thing - I'm simply dumbfounded. They took a recess so they could face their constituents and HEAR what the people REALLY thought of this plan. People are angry and they don't want it. Instead of listening to that message, they accused them of being astroturfed (not grassroots - sent there by insurance companies and the DNC); the speaker of the House called them Nazis, Lanny Davis recommended they all be photographed and investigated, and Prince Obama himself encouraged all people speaking out against health care centralization be reported to the White House site. For what we don't know, but it sounds like enemies lists. The left's response to this? To send out countertroops - TRUE astroturfed phony activists, to combat the "faux outrage" they believe they are seeing from rank and file Americans. Holy shit. We have become a banana republic already (fitting since the monkeys are all in charge now, I supposea) and I never thought I'd see the day. Yes, you bet we're gonna be seeing tent cities and ghost malls within a couple years. There's no doubt about it.

I think what makes me maddest about that is that people will still be saying, "Look what Bush did to us!" What makes me saddest about this is we fucking deserve it. I don't, you don't, but as a group, you bet we do. We failed to stop the coming evil and we are paying the price. We kept control of the houses of power and lost the houses of education to the enemy. We kept seats and they kept the media. And the people in those seats went soft - or maybe they always were. We gave it away. Yes it's been a long time coming but I've never seen anything like this and neither have you. The true demise of a Republic. How heartbreaking it is.

Take a look at one Town Hall meeting here; where Tea Party Protestors were stranded outside and half the hall was "reserved" for Union thugs who were fully briefed on keeping the conversation in favor of Obamacare. Did anyone ever tell them about how protesting and the first amendment works, or are they so wrapped up in their phony astroturfed THUG version of it, that it doesn't get through their tiny little brains anymore? Seriuosly, look at these pictures and video and tell me that doesn't chill your BLOOD. Where the hell ARE we? This isn't the United States of America - it can't. possibly. be.

July 27, 2009

Stupidity on Display

Travis sometimes asks me why I slum around at such weird places online. Well, I like to know what the left "thinks." But it never ceases to amaze me that it hasn't ceased to amaze me the stupidity of your typical radical leftist. Why would I ever be surprised? They are of course whining that Obama's not destroying the economy and the entire system of government in the US quickly enough or quite the WAY they would, and they're mad that he's not doing it their way. What the hell do they care, the results are the same either way - Cloward-Piven meets Alinsky is still moving full speed ahead so what the fuck are they bitching about? Well, here's one; and it's gotta take idiot quote of the week. In reaction to some obvious morons proclaiming that Obamacare will not necessarily destroy all private insurance companies - obviously a proclamation being falsely made to allay the fears of millions who have a shred of a brain and know what that would really mean (or at least have an inkling) McEwan declares,

First of all, any government health plan that isn't good enough to drive private insurers out of business...isn't good enough, period.

Holy shit. No, you didn't read that wrong. I don't think she comprehends that of course, it is designed to and WILL put private insurers out of business; and it's written into the bill to begin with (guess she hasn't read much of it, like page 16.) Or that these people are out there claiming it won't do what it was designed to do because they want to get it passed and the only way to do that is to lie about what it is designed to do. Because people have some small idea what it is supposed to do, what it WILL do, and they don't want that. So you have to just bald-faced lie to them and tell them it won't happen. But see, she's so out there, so fucking looney-tunes, that she wants them to DO all this - to destroy the economy and our way of life utterly - while PROCLAIMING LOUDLY that that is exactly what they're doing, and screw anyone who doesn't like it. Honey, it doesn't work that way. That's like surprise buttsex without lube - you're not going to get most people to accept it; you have to slip it in a little more subtly than that, or didn't anyone ever teach you that open revolution and open coups have very very unpredictable (and often catastrophic) results? Grow up, put on your damn big girl pants and be glad - he's DOING IT ANYWAY.

Fortunately for you, you're looking like you'll get your socialist society complete with hellcare. Unfortunately for you, it is not designed to provide excellent health care to anyone, much less everyone. You're just too goddamn stupid to understand what it's really about. For the people with half a brain or more, here's a little synopsis from the bill of what we're in store for. I LOVE the part about how the federal government will have realtime access to your personal bank account at ALL TIMES - that's just fucking lovely. Heck, I'll put up the link and a partial list:

• Page 124: No company can sue the government for price-fixing. No “judicial review” is permitted against the government monopoly. Put simply, private insurers will be crushed.

• Page 127: The AMA sold doctors out: the government will set wages.

• Page 145: An employer MUST auto-enroll employees into the government-run public plan. No alternatives.

• Page 126: Employers MUST pay healthcare bills for part-time employees AND their families.

• Page 149: Any employer with a payroll of $400K or more, who does not offer the public option, pays an 8% tax on payroll

• Page 150: Any employer with a payroll of $250K-400K or more, who does not offer the public option, pays a 2 to 6% tax on payroll

• Page 167: Any individual who doesnt’ have acceptable healthcare (according to the government) will be taxed 2.5% of income.

• Page 170: Any NON-RESIDENT alien is exempt from individual taxes (Americans will pay for them).

• Page 195: Officers and employees of Government Healthcare Bureaucracy will have access to ALL American financial and personal records.

• Page 203: “The tax imposed under this section shall not be treated as tax.” Yes, it really says that.• Page 239: Bill will reduce physician services for Medicaid. Seniors and the poor most affected.”

• Page 241: Doctors: no matter what speciality you have, you’ll all be paid the same (thanks, AMA!)

• Page 253: Government sets value of doctors’ time, their professional judgment, etc.

• Page 265: Government mandates and controls productivity for private healthcare industries.

• Page 268: Government regulates rental and purchase of power-driven wheelchairs.

• Page 272: Cancer patients: welcome to the wonderful world of rationing!

Of course, Ms. McEwan is also sick of hearing about the August recess because it's important to ram this thing through before anyone has a chance to properly read and debate this monstrosity - just DO IT already, right? Even though she said it's not good enough. Sheer genius, I tell you.

July 23, 2009

Hellcare Delayed

And apparently the above picture is not a hilarious commentary on the witch-doctor substitutes for health we're being offered; it's Rrrrraaaaaacist! Barf. Except it's actually a hilarious commentary on the offerings of the Obama administration in regard to healthcare - listen to this genius:

Look, if right now hospitals and doctors aren't coordinating enough to have you just take one test when you come in because of an illness, but instead have you take one test; then you go to another specialist, you take a second test; then you go to another special, you take a third test -- and nobody's bothering to send the first test that you took -- same test -- to the next doctors, you're wasting money.

What in the hell is he babbling about? Every time he tries to come up with an example with this stuff he sounds like a fucking moron. More and more like a buffoon. Heaven help me, as evil as he apparently is, I don't know how he can be said to possess the intellectual capacity to BE evil - sometimes Biden looks intelligent by comparison. I'm going to have to revise my thinking on intelligence being necessary to evil, actually. Because I have too many examples of people who are both - and while in some cases it turns out to be only a petty, stupid sort of evil, too often it causes great harm. Thanks for challenging my assumptions Chairman Zero; I guess you're good for something after all.

July 14, 2009

Hell Care - The Truth about Canada and Dogs

Better to be a dog in Canada. I can only conclude, based on my knowledge of economics and reality, and this candid video (among common sense and countless other examples) that people on the comment sections of websites who go on and on about how awesome hell care REALLY is in the UK and Canada (because they don't *actually* have inordinate waiting times and it's all freeee!) are, to put it bluntly, full of shit.

But I knew that. It's just that you seldom can mount the economic defense because it would take...some foundation in common, things that they should already know? Besides they're just lying about it, so what's the point? At any rate, watch this video and weep at what we're headed for.

Also, in the beginning of this video, there is a clip of Obama promising in his campaign that he would get a universal health care bill signed by the end of his first term - now he's swearing to god and all the universe that it's NOT universal health care, that it was NEVER intended to be universal health care, that he never said any such thing, but that whatever it is, it has to pass NOW - before next month. Or we'll explode. Just like we were going to explode without the stimulus package. And it had to go through IMMEDIATELY or we'd all die. Now unemployment is skyrocketing and he's claiming it's working exactly as planned. Yes, I guess it is, you son of a bitch.

Your humorous moment of zen for the day. (Anyone know where this is or what's going on? It's hilarious!

July 10, 2009

Dickless Republicans and Palin

A thing of beauty. Hat tip to Eric Dondero.

Sasha and Malia Fair Game - It's Official

Wonkette herself says so! Because you and I know the secret - that while it is a cheap political ploy to bring Trig and her other children onstage during the RNC, it is ALSO a cheap political ploy when you bring Sasha and Malia up on stage, especially when you make them do a whole act to go along with their appearance (even Palin didn't stoop that low, did she?) (Video at link.) At least the Palin kids only waved.

So now that Palin has expressed disdain for the crude photoshoppers of Baby Trig, and Wonkette feels that deserves only the strongest and most visceral of sneering, we are now free to do something that should have been done a long time ago - start shopping the first kids and making the world better through laughter and character assassination, involving even the children. Let's post a few of the Trig Palin photoshops to get our appetites whetted and then we can see what we're going to start with in our Sashalia shops to keep the party going! We have the stormtrooper above, that Wonkette was so taken with, then we have these two from SA (these are a bit ballsy for the latter-day Kyanka - I thought he stuck only to the safe stuff like parodying famous writers and stupid pet stories these days. Guess Palin's safe to go after anytime!)

Being the person that I am, I'm not disgusted at these pictures so much as glad the ruse is over and rarin' to get even. Now. For the Obama girls. I'll post any funny photoshops any of you can cobble together for me - they don't have to be nasty, but what I want for the first one is this specifically - one of the girl's faces shopped on a pole dancer's, and the other on a person holding a huge bag of drugs with a big price sticker on it, with the title: The Obama Girls Prepare for Success in Their Dad's Future Economy. Or leave the title; I can title it; just shop the picture for me. It's a hell of a lot funnier than what they did with Trig, and smarter. Whatever you can think of, make it and I'll post it - I won't put your name to it if you don't want, won't blow your "nice" cover and you can still be above it all (though I won't pretend to be), and you can submit it anonymously. Because I'm just not afraid of this shit. And why should I be? Even the left says it's ok, and they know all about tolerance and being "nice." Send all submissions to and keep 'em coming!

July 8, 2009

Henny Penny - with a Twist

A little red hen once found a grain of wheat whilst scratching industriously in the barnyard.

"Oh! A treasure!" she cried. "Who will help me plant this grain of wheat?" she asked.

"Not I," said the dog, happily scratching himself behind the ear.

"Not I," purred the cat, stretching luxuriously in the sun.

"Not I," grunted the pig, lazing in his mud hole.

"Not I," said the turkey. "What a silly idea! Why don't you just, like, eat it?"

"Then I shall do it myself," asked Henny Penny. "Cluck! cluck!" And she did.

Henny Penny planted the grain of wheat. Very soon the wheat began to grow and the green leaves came out of the ground. The sun shone and the rain fell and the wheat kept growing until it was tall, strong, and ripe.

"Who will help me reap this wheat?" asked Henny Penny.

"Not I," said the dog, and began to follow a butterfly across the barnyard to see where it would go.

"Not I," said the cat. "I would soil my fur! Working in the dirt!"

"Not I," said the pig. "Much too hot for such endeavors!"

"Not I," said the turkey. "It looks so pretty where it is. Why mess with it?"

"Then I shall do it myself," asked Henny Penny. "Cluck! cluck!" And she did.

Henny Penny reaped the wheat in the hot sun.

"Who will help me thresh this wheat" asked Henny Penny.

"Not I," said the dog, as he wandered off into the woods.

"Not I," said the cat. "The chaff would make my eyes itch!"

"Not I," said the pig. "I'm late for my nap."

"Not I," said the turkey. "What is threshing?"

"To thresh is to beat the stalks until the seeds come out," Henny Penny explained.

"What a waste of time, when you could just peck them out! As if!" said the turkey. "Not I!"

"Then I shall do it myself," asked Henny Penny. "Cluck! cluck!"

And Henny Penny threshed the wheat, all by herself.

"Who will help me take this wheat to the mill to have it ground?" asked Henny Penny.

"Not I," said the dog, distracted by his tail, which he began to chase.

"Not I," said the cat. "It is beneath my dignity to fetch and carry!"

"Not I," said the pig. "It's much too far to the mill."

"Not I," said the turkey, and stared up at the sky. No one knew why.

"Then I shall do it myself," asked Henny Penny. "Cluck! cluck! cluck!" And she did.

Henny Penny took the wheat to the mill, and by and by she came back with the flour.

"Who will help me bake this flour into bread?" asked Henny Penny.

"Not I," said the dog. "The Man is heading for the creek with his fishing pole.

See ya!" "Not I," said the cat. "The flour dust... no, no, no!" She wrinkled her nose and began to groom herself, just at the thought of it.

"Not I," said the pig. "It's almost lunch time."

"Not I," said the turkey. "Flowers should be left in the garden, not put in the oven! Duh!"

"Then I shall do it myself," asked Henny Penny. "Cluck! cluck!" And she did.

Henny Penny baked the flour and made a lovely, golden loaf of bread. The scent of the bread wafted out over the barnyard, and all of the animals began to drift toward her window.

"Who will help me eat this bread?" asked Henny Penny asked her chicks, who had gathered 'round.

"I will!" said the dog, standing on his legs to peek in through the kitchen window.

"I will!" said the cat, leaping upon the window sill.

"I will!" said the pig, standing beneath the window with his mouth watering.

"I will!" said the turkey, leaping onto the pig's back for a better look at the loaf.

"No... I will," said Henny Penny, "I and my chicks."

"By myself I planted the wheat. By myself I reaped it. By myself I threshed the wheat and carried it to the mill.

By myself I baked the bread. Now I, and mine, will eat it."

Cluck! cluck! cluck!"

"Capitalist pig!" cried the cat. ("No need to be insulting," grunted the pig.)

"Imperialist!" cried the dog.

"UNFAIR!" screamed the turkey.

"Speciesist supremacist!" shouted the pig.

Henny Penny stood dumbfounded when suddenly a huge wolf with a federal badge and a gun showed up in the barnyard and started telling her how it was going to be.

"Comrade Penny, I am confiscating 3/4 of this loaf in the name of the commonwealth and distributing it to your hungry neighbors - to wit the cat, the dog, the pig, and the turkey. The other 1/4 we'll need to support our redistributors - these guns and badges don't pay for themselves you know. Now if you resist we shall have to put you in the gulag and those guards have to eat too, you know. But I'm sure you're a good citizen and don't begrudge your neighbors the good life you are enjoying, so that surely won't be necessary. Naturally we will leave you a grain of wheat so that you can plant, reap, thresh, mill and bake it again in order to stimulate the local economy and create job growth. If you apply down at the county office there shouldn't be any problem getting an allotment of one grain for each of your chicks - that's all they really *need* after all, so don't worry about that - I'm surprised you hadn't looked into that benefit sooner! Now have a good day, comrade, and thanks for the bread."

Henny Penny sat there staring at the warm spot where the bread had been, looked at the satisfied cat, the smirking dog, the pig in his poke and the turkey, then down at her grain of wheat. She began to see herself and many other industrious hens each taking their grains of wheat and pouring them into the harbor at midnight...

July 7, 2009


Karl Rove set up this graph so we'd see just how well Obama's promises about the economy are going. Looks like an oopsie to me. Hope and change - it's what's for dinner.

When arguing with leftists (a fruitless enterprise; I hope you don't engage in it much) it's kind of stunning how often they fall into the false dichotomy of calling various despotic societies "right-wing" and only allowing that the despotic "left-wing" societies were only so because people didn't implement them right. I'd like to clear the idiot cobwebs away with some sanity from Mark Levin's amazing tome, Liberty and Tyranny. This is not a polemicist book; this is not a "fun" book - it is very serious, and this guy is genuinely brilliant. So here's some genius from The Great One:

The Conservative must accept that the Statist does not share his passion for liberty and all the good that flows from it. The Statist does not acknowledge the tremendous benefits to society from the individual pursuits of tens of millions of others. The Statist rejects the Founders' idea of the dignity of the individual, who can flourish through ordered liberty, for one rooted in unpredictability, irrationality and, ultimately, tyranny...

For the Statist, liberty is not a blessing but the enemy. It is not possible to achieve Utopia if individuals are free to go their own way. The individual must be dehumanized and his nature delegitimized. Through persuasion, deception and coercion, the individual must be subordinated to the state. He must abandon his own ambitions for the ambitions of the state. He must become reliant on and fearful of the state. His first duty must be to the state - not family, community, and faith, all of which have the potential of threatening the state. Once dispirited, the individual can be molded by the state.

The Statist's Utopia can take many forms, and has throughout human history, including monarchism, feudalism, militarism, fascism, communism, national socialism, and economic socialism. They are all of the same species - tyranny. The primary principle around which the Statist organizes can be summed up in a single word - equality.

Equality, as understood by the Founders, is the natural right of every individual to live freely under self-government, to acquire and retain the property he creates through his own labor, and to be treated impartially before a just law. Moreover, equality should not be confused with perfection, for man is also imperfect, making his application of equality, even in the most just society, imperfect. Otherwise, inequality is the natural state of man in the sense that each individual is born unique in all his human characteristics. Therefore, equality and inequality, properly comprehended, are both engines of liberty.

The Statist, however, misuses equality to pursue uniform economic and social outcomes. He must continuously enhance his power at the expense of self-government and violate the individual's property rights at the expense of individual liberty, for he believes that through persuasion, deception, and coercion he can tame man's natural state and man's perfection can, therefore, be achieved in Utopia. The Statist must claim the power to make that which is unequal equal and that which is imperfect perfect. This is the hope the Statist offers, if only the individual surrenders himself to the all-powerful state. Only then can the impossible be made possible.

The Internet is Work

There's a picture from the Tea Party Protest in DC where I went and added my voice and my support to the people protesting this abortion of a government and what it's doing. It was great and I intend to write more about it, but in the meantime I realize this.

The internet is fucking work. I mean, you ONLY get back a small part of what you put in. No matter what you want, you have to put out ten times as much. Sure, you find a few gems (and pthalo, Larry, clambake - you are what I have in mind there) but only if you keep mining like mad. Dammit if it isn't easier to pick up a book.

Well John McGrath from Belfast - I love ya', honey. And I'm going to listen to the Old Dun Cow and pretend I'm with a beautiful drunken crowd who loves Irish music again.

July 2, 2009

Why Mommy is an Asshole - I mean Democrat

They're at it again! The folks who brought us the timeless children's classic, "Why Mommy is a Democrap" have now brought us "Mama Voted for Obama"! Yay! More mindless fun from mindless people to make our children mindless Obama youth.

That's from the "Daddy" book. See what Dims do? See the implication in the first picture - the helpless children "made safe" from the stampeding elephant - get it, elephant!?!?! - by the kind, gracious Dims?

The mama pajama obama de lama book concludes, it would seem, by telling us how SOME evil Mamas voted for John McCain. And they included a gratuitous swipe at the hapless candidate.

Well, isn't that special? Look it up yourself, I'm not linking that bullshit.

June 25, 2009

RIP Michael Jackson

Too young. Little children. On tour - I thought maybe this year I'd get to see a show. Not so. RIP Michael. I always loved you.

June 23, 2009

Before You Ask Me WHY

I am showing you this horror video, this real life horror in the streets of Iran, a beautiful young girl sent to a brutal death, I will show it and then TELL you why I'm doing it.

Because Hussein Pasha has invited Iranian diplomats to join us at US embassies around the world in celebration of INDEPENDENCE DAY - that is, the 4th of July. The day we celebrate our independence and our liberty. And in light of the fact that they are now shooting people in the streets who are struggling for that very thing, you would think Hussein Pasha might think twice about inviting the leaders OF that regime to celebrate with us. Except he has no intention of disinviting them or discouraging their actions in any way.

Once upon a time this man told us that rather than *fighting* with evil and murderous regimes, terrorist dictatorships, he would use diplomacy and strongly worded statements. It turns out he will not even do that. He will, however, invite the murderers to tea with us. How can you possibly know this, see Neda, and not weep? What are you made of?

June 20, 2009

He's Barack Obama

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June 19, 2009

Welcome Track-a-Crat

Found a great new blog - well, I'm assuming it's great based on this one post, and since this one post is that frickin' awesome, I think it's a safe assumption. Here is a portion of it but you'll have to go to Track-a-Crat to get the relevant links that prove all of these assertions. I had just heard that horrible story about the little boy turned away from Michelle Obama's hospital (that fake job thingie where she made lots-n-lots of money) and I'm going to ask the Obama-care supporters - IS THAT REALLY WHAT YOU FUCKING WANT YOU CRETINOUS NEOTENOUS FUCKS?! ARE YOU STUPID?! Here's the smoking gun on Obama care and what you really have to look forward to - patient-dumping while crooked politicos and their worthless beast wives and friends make a fortune "working" these hospitals:

Then again, I’d be that happy if I’d worked for the University of Chicago Hospitals.

The perks are magnificent: should your spouse get elected to the State Senate, then your salary is automatically tripled!

If you decide to take a year off work, then you still get paid $63,000 for that year!

Plus your job is really only half a job, but it was seperated into its own position on account of your hubby’s standing!

And what did Michelle have to do in return?

Why, nothing more than turn away “urban” patients from the hospital. Easy peasy, lemon squeezy.

Which included the unfortunate Dontae Adams, who, after a pit bull tore off his upper lip, was given a tetanus shot, antibiotics and Tylenol, then promptly told to scram. He subsequently had to take an hour-long bus ride to another hospital for surgery.

Welcome to the Anniee Hall of Fame, the PurelyPolitics Walk of Life, Track-a-Crat.

The Magic Garden

We already know Obama can make rainbows appear and he's the Lord of the Flies, killing them with a single hand. (Some speculate that the flies are really just one of many plagues that will hit the white house until he lets our money go, but that's just a rumor.) But the Obamas are so magical that they can raise mature vegetables from seed in a mere 60 days, busily eating up their victory garden while the rest of us are just seeing the first flowers on our tomato plants. And all the good little children say, "Yes." Check that out, for real. Gardeners in Baltimore are very suspicious but what is there to say? They must have used unicorn fart and 'hot air blowing up your ass' fertilizer, which we all know works miracles. Plans to enhance the fertilizer next year will include the dead bodies of the former Fox News Channel's anchors.

Alas, while Michelle has a magic garden, she's no Carol or Paula. Vintage blast from the past coming up - one of my favorite childhood shows.

June 15, 2009

Required Watching - Trojan Horse? Hardly

And these are the SUPPORTERS and the people BEHIND this push. They are the ones orchestrating it and making it happen. There's nothing "Trojan" about it - the only deception involved here is a lie directly to your face, and a laugh when you buy it.

June 14, 2009

Required Reading

A Hostile Takeover. Of the entire economy. By the government. People screeching, "That's NOT socialism!" Obama laughing as he insists "I don't want to run health care - I'm a busy guy!" as he takes over every industry in the united states. Sweeping new powers to the new titular heads of the FDA and every other bureaucracy in existence. This IS Atlas Shrugged. All that remains is the lights of New York going out.

It has been widely reported that Treasury Secretary Hank Paulson and Fed chief Ben Bernanke summoned the CEOs of America's nine largest financial institutions to a meeting on October 13, 2008, at which they were told that their banks would be required to accept TARP money and give the federal government an ownership interest in their institutions, whether they wanted to do so or not. We have it on good authority that some of the bankers, at least, were told that they would not be allowed to leave the room until they signed documents that were presented to them at that meeting.

These chilling reports have now been confirmed by Treasury documents that were obtained by Judicial Watch through a FOIA request. These were Paulson and Bernanke's "talking points" for the meeting. Click to enlarge:

Now read this. Seriously, I'll wait. It's got the link to the above quote, as well as a whole lot of other important stuff. And when you're done (which you should be now), read below (but click on the link where I got it from because I'm shamelessly stealing it.)

The Trial of Hank Rearden

For a month in advance, the people who filled the courtroom had been told by the press that they would see the man who was a greedy enemy of society; but they had come to see the man who had invented Rearden Metal.

He stood up, when the judges called upon him to do so. He wore a grey suit, he had pale blue eyes and blond hair; it was not the colours that made his figure seem icily implacable, it was the fact that the suit had an expensive simplicity seldom flaunted these days, that it belonged in the sternly luxurious office of a rich corporation, that his bearing came from a civilised era and clashed with the place around him.

The crowd knew from the newspapers that he represented the evil of ruthless wealth; and - as they praised the virtue of chastity, then ran to see any movie that displayed a half-naked female on its posters - so they came to see him; evil, at least, did not have the stale hopelessness of a bromide which none believed and none dared to challenge. They looked at him without admiration - admiration was a feeling they had lost the capacity to experience, long ago; they looked with curiosity and with a dim sense of defiance against those who had told them that it was their duty to hate him.

A few years ago, they would have jeered at his air of self-confident wealth. But today, there was a slate-grey sky in the windows of the courtroom, which promised the first snowstorm of a long, hard winter; the last of the country's oil was vanishing, and the coal mines were not able to keep up with the hysterical scramble for winter supplies. The crowd in the courtroom remembered that this was the case which had cost them the services of Ken Danagger. There were rumours that the output of the Danagger Coal Company had fallen perceptibly within one month; the newspapers said that it was merely a matter of readjustment while Danagger's cousin was reorganising the company he had taken over. Last week, the front pages had carried the story of a catastrophe on the site of a housing project under construction: defective steel girders had collapsed, killing four workmen; the newspapers had not mentioned, but the crowd knew, that the girders had come from Orren Boyle's Associated Steel.

They sat in the courtroom in heavy silence and they looked at the tall, grey figure, not with hope - they were losing the capacity to hope - but with an impassive neutrality spiked by a faint question mark; the question mark was placed over all the pious slogans they had heard for years.

The newspapers had snarled that the cause of the country's troubles, as this case demonstrated, was the selfish greed of rich industrialists; that it was men like Hank Rearden who were to blame for the shrinking diet, the falling temperature and the cracking roofs in the homes of the nation; that if it had not been for men who broke regulations and hampered the government's plans, prosperity would have been achieved long ago; and that a man like Hank Rearden was prompted by nothing but the profit motive. This last was stated without explanation or elaboration, as if the words "profit motive" were the self-evident brand of ultimate evil.

The crowd remembered that these same newspapers, less than two years ago, had screamed that the production of Rearden Metal should be forbidden, because its producer was endangering people's lives for the sake of his greed; they remembered that the man in grey had ridden in the cab of the first engine to run over a track of his own Metal; and that he was now on trial for the greedy crime of withholding from the public a load of the Metal which it had been his greedy crime to offer in the public market.

According to the procedure established by directives, cases of this kind were not tried by a jury, but by a panel of three judges appointed by the Bureau of Economic Planning and National Resources; the procedure, the directives had stated, was to be informal and democratic. The judge's bench had been removed from the old Philadelphia courtroom for this occasion, and replaced by a table on a wooden platform; it gave the room an atmosphere suggesting the kind of meeting where a presiding body puts something over on a mentally retarded membership.

One of the judges, acting as prosecutor, had read the charges. "You may now offer whatever plea you wish to make in your own defence," he announced. Facing the platform, his voice inflectionless and peculiarly clear, Hank Rearden answered:

"I have no defence."

"Do you --" The judge stumbled; he had not expected it to be that easy. "Do you throw yourself upon the mercy of this court?"

"I do not recognise this court's right to try me."


"I do not recognise this court's right to try me."

"But, Mr. Rearden, this is the legally appointed court to try this particular category of crime."

"I do not recognise my action as a crime."

"But you have admitted that you have broken our regulations controlling the sale of your Metal."

"I do not recognise your right to control the sale of my Metal."

"Is it necessary for me to point out that your recognition was not required?"

"No. I am fully aware of it and I am acting accordingly."

He noted the stillness of the room. By the rules of the complicated pretence which all those people played for one another's benefit, they should have considered his stand as incomprehensible folly; there should have been rustles of astonishment and derision; there were none; they sat still; they understood.

"Do you mean that you are refusing to obey the law?" asked the judge.

"No. I am complying with the law - to the letter. Your law holds that my life, my work and my property may be disposed of without my consent. Very well, you may now dispose of me without my participation in the matter. I will not play the part of defending myself, where no defence is possible, and I will not simulate the illusion of dealing with a tribunal of justice."

"But, Mr. Rearden, the law provides specifically that you are to be given an opportunity to present your side of the case and to defend yourself."

"A prisoner brought to trial can defend himself only if there is an objective principle of justice recognised by his judges, a principle upholding his rights, which they may not violate and which he can invoke. The law, by which you are trying me, holds that there are no principles, that I have no rights and that you may do with me whatever you please. Very well. Do it."

"Mr. Rearden, the law which you are denouncing is based on the highest principle - the principle of the public good."

"Who is the public? What does it hold as its good? There was a time when men believed that 'the good' was a concept to be defined by a code of moral values and that no man had the right to seek his good through the violation of the rights of another. If it is now believed that my fellow men may sacrifice me in any manner they please for the sake of whatever they deem to e their own good, if they believe that they may seize my property simply because they need it - well, so does any burglar. There is only this difference: the burglar does not ask me to sanction his act."

A group of seats at the side of the courtroom was reserved for the prominent visitors who had come from New York to witness the trial. Dagny sat motionless and her face showed nothing but a solemn attention, the attention of listening with the knowledge that the flow of his words would determine the course of her life. Eddie Willers sat beside her. James Taggart had not come. Paul Larkin sat hunched forward, his face thrust out, pointed like an animal's muzzle, sharpened by a look of fear now turning into malicious hatred. Mr. Mowen, who sat beside him, was a man of greater innocence and smaller understanding; his fear was of a simpler nature; he listened in bewildered indignation and he whispered to Larkin, "Good God, now he's done it! Now he'll convince the whole country that all businessmen are enemies of the public good!"

"Are we to understand," asked the judge, "that you hold your own interests above the interests of the public?"

"I hold that such a question can never arise except in a society of cannibals."

"What ... do you mean?"

"I hold that there is no clash of interests among men who do not demand the unearned and do not practice human sacrifices."

"Are we to understand that if the public deems it necessary to curtail your profits, you do not recognise its right to do so?"

"Why, yes, I do. The public may curtail my profits any time it wishes - by refusing to buy my product."

"We are speaking of ... other methods."

"Any other method of curtailing profits is the method of looters - and I recognise it as such."

"Mr. Rearden, this is hardly the way to defend yourself."

"I said that I would not defend myself."

"But this is unheard of! Do you realise the gravity of the charge against you?"

"I do not care to consider it."

"Do you realise the possible consequences of your stand?"


"It is the opinion of this court that the facts presented by the prosecution seem to warrant no leniency. The penalty which this court has the power to impose on you is extremely severe."

"Go ahead."

"I beg your pardon?"

"Impose it."

The three judges looked at one another. Then their spokesman turned back to Rearden. "This is unprecedented," he said.

"It is completely irregular," said the second judge. "The law requires you submit to a plea in your own defence. Your only alternative is to state for the record that you throw yourself upon the mercy of the court."

"I do not."

"But you have to."

"Do you mean that what you expect from me is some sort of voluntary action?"


"I volunteer nothing."

"But the law demands that the defendant's side be represented on the record."

"Do you mean that you need my help to make this procedure legal?"

"Well, no ... yes ... that is, to complete the form."

"I will not help you."

The third and youngest judge, who had acted as prosecutor snapped impatiently, "This is ridiculous and unfair! Do you want to let it look as if a man of your prominence had been railroaded without a --" He cut himself off short. Somebody at the back of the courtroom emitted a long whistle.

"I want," said Rearden gravely, "to let the nature of this procedure appear exactly for what it is. If you need my help to disguise it - I will not help you." "But we are giving you a chance to defend yourself - and it is you who are rejecting it."

"I will not help you to pretend that I have a chance. I will not help you to preserve an appearance of righteousness where rights are not recognised. I will not help you to preserve an appearance of rationality by entering a debate in which a gun is the final argument. I will not help you to pretend that you are administering justice."

"But the law compels you to volunteer a defence!"

There was laughter at the back of the courtroom.

"That is the flaw in your theory, gentlemen," said Rearden gravely, "and I will not help you out of it. If you choose to deal with men by means of compulsion, do so. But you will discover that you need the voluntary co-operation of your victims, in many more ways than you can see at present. And your victims should discover that it is their own volition - which you cannot force - that makes you possible. I choose to be consistent and I will obey you in the manner you demand. Whatever you wish me to do, I will do it at the point of a gun. If you sentence me to jail, you will have to send armed men to carry me there - I will not volunteer to move. If you fine me, you will have to seize my property to collect the fine - I will not volunteer to pay it. If you believe that you have the right to force me - use your guns openly. I will not help you to disguise the nature of your action."

The eldest judge leaned forward across the table and his voice became suavely derisive: "You speak as if you were fighting for some sort of principle, Mr. Rearden, but what you're actually fighting for is only your property, isn't it?"

"Yes, of course. I am fighting for my property. Do you know the kind of principle that represents?"

"You pose as a champion of freedom, but it's only the freedom to make money that you're after."

"Yes, of course. All I want is the freedom to make money. Do you know what that freedom implies?"

"Surely, Mr. Rearden, you wouldn't want your attitude to be misunderstood. You wouldn't want to give support to the widespread impression that you are a man devoid of social conscience, who feels no concern for the welfare of his fellows and works for nothing but his own profit."

"I work for nothing but my own profit. I earn it."

There was a gasp, not of indignation, but of astonishment, in the crowd behind him and silence from the judges he faced. He went on calmly: "No, I do not want my attitude to be misunderstood. I shall be glad to state it for the record. I am in full agreement with the facts of everything said about me in the newspapers - with the facts, but not with the evaluation. I work for nothing but my own profit - which I make by selling a product they need to men who are willing and able to buy it. I do not produce it for their benefit at the expense of mine, and they do not buy it for my benefit at the expense of theirs; I do not sacrifice my interests to them nor do they sacrifice theirs to me; we deal as equals by mutual consent to mutual advantage - and I am proud of every penny that I have earned in this manner. I am rich and I am proud of every penny I own. I made my money by my own effort, in free exchange and through the voluntary consent of every man I dealt with - voluntary consent of those who employed me when I started, the voluntary consent of those who work for me now, the voluntary consent of those who buy my product. I shall answer all the questions you are afraid to ask me openly. Do I wish to pay my workers more than their services are worth to me? I do not. Do I wish to sell my product for less than my customers are willing to pay me? I do not. Do I wish to sell it at a loss or give it away? I do not. If this is evil, do whatever you please about me, according to whatever standards you hold. These are mine. I am earning my own living, as every honest man must. I refuse to accept as guilt the fact of my own existence and the fact that I must work in order to support it. I refuse to accept as guilt the fact that I am able to do it better than most people - the fact that my work is of greater value than the work of my neighbours and that more men are willing to pay me. I refuse to apologise for my ability - I refuse to apologise for my success - I refuse to apologise for my money. If this is evil, make the most of it. If this is what the public finds harmful to its interests, let the public destroy me. This is my code - and I will accept no other. I could say to you that I have done more good for my fellow men than you can ever hope to accomplish - but I will not say it, because I do not seek the good of others as a sanction for my right to exist, nor do I seek the good of others as a sanction for my right to exist, nor do I recognise the good of others as a justification for their seizure of my property or their destruction of my life. I will not say that the good of others was the purpose of my work - my own good was my purpose, and I despise the man who surrenders his. I could say to you that you do not serve the public good - that nobody's good can be achieved at the price of human sacrifices - that when you violate the rights of one man, you have violated the right of all, and a public of rightless creatures is doomed to destruction. I could say to you that you will and can achieve nothing but universal devastation - as any looter must, when he runs out of victims. I could say it, but I won't. It is not your particular policy that I challenge, but your moral premise. If it were true that men could achieve their good by means of turning some men into sacrificial animals, and I were asked to immolate myself for the sake of creatures who wanted to survive at the price of my blood, if I were asked to serve the interests of society apart from, above and against my own - I would refuse. I would reject it as the most contemptible evil, I would fight it with every power I possess, I would fight the whole of mankind, if one minute were all I could last before I were murdered, I would fight in the full confidence of the justice of my battle and of a living being's right to exist. Let there be no misunderstanding about me. If it is now the belief of my fellow men, who call themselves the public, that their good requires victims, then I say: The public good be damned, I will have no part of it!"

The crowd burst into applause.

Rearden whirled around, more startled than his judges. He saw face that laughed in violent excitement, and faces that pleaded for help; he saw their silent despair breaking out into the open; he saw the same anger and indignation as his own, finding release in the wild defiance of their cheering; he saw the looks of admiration and the looks of hope. There were also the face of loose-mouthed young men and maliciously unkempt females, the kind who led the booing in newsreel theatres at any appearance of a businessman of the screen; they did not attempt a counter-demonstration; they were silent.

As he looked at the crowd, people saw in his face what the threats of the judges had not been able to evoke: the first sign of emotion. It was a few moments before they heard the furious beating of a gavel upon the table and one of the judges yelling: " -- or I shall have the courtroom cleared!"

As he turned back to the table, Rearden's eyes moved over the visitor's section. His glance paused on Dagny, a pause perceptible only to her, as if he were saying: It works. She would have appeared calm except that her eyes seemed to have become too large for her face. Eddie Willers was smiling the kind of smile that is a man's substitute for breaking into tears. Mr. Mowen looked stupefied. Paul Larkin was staring at the floor. There was no expression on Bertram Scudder's face - or on his wife, Lillian's. She sat at the end of a row, her legs crossed, a mink stole slanting from her right shoulder to her left hip; she looked at Rearden, not moving.

In the complex violence of all the things he felt, he had time to recognise a touch of regret and longing: there was a face he had hoped to see, had looked for from the start of the session, had wanted to be present more than any other face around him. But Francisco d'Anconia had not come.

"Mr Rearden," said the eldest judge, smiling affably, reproachfully and spreading his arms, "it is regrettable that you should have misunderstood us so completely. That's the trouble - that businessmen refuse to approach us in a spirit of trust and friendship. They seem to imagine that we are their enemies. Why do you speak of human sacrifices? What made you go to such an extreme? We have no intention of seizing your property or destroying your life. We do not seek to harm your interests. We are fully aware of your distinguished achievements. Our purpose is only to balance social pressures and do justice to all. This hearing is really intended, not as a trial, but as a friendly discussion aimed at mutual understanding and co-operation."

"I do not co-operate at the point of a gun."

"Why speak of guns? This matter is not serious enough to warrant such references. We are fully aware that the guilt in this case lies chiefly with Mr. Kenneth Danagger, who instigated this infringement of the law, who exerted pressure upon you and who confessed his guilt by disappearing his guilt by disappearing in order to escape trial."

"No. We did it by equal, mutual, voluntary agreement."

"Mr. Rearden," said the second judge, "you may not share some of our ideas, but when all is said and done, we're all working for the same cause. For the good of the people. We realise that you were prompted to disregard legal technicalities by the critical situation of the coal mines and the crucial importance of fuel to the public welfare."

"No. I was prompted by my own profit and my own interests. What effect it had on the coal mines and the public welfare is for you to estimate. That was not my motive."

Mr. Mowen stared dazedly about him and whispered to Paul Larkin, "Something's gone screwy here."

"Oh, shut up!" snapped Larkin.

"I am sure, Mr. Rearden," said the eldest judge, "that you do not really believe - nor does the public - that we wish to treat you as a sacrificial victim. If anyone has been laboring under such a misapprehension, we are anxious to prove that it is not true."

The judges retired to consider their verdict. They did not stay out long. They returned to an ominously silent courtroom - and announced that a fine of $5,000 was imposed on Henry Rearden, but that the sentence was suspended. Streaks of jeering laughter ran through the applause that swept the courtroom. The applause was aimed at Rearden, the laughter - at the judges.

Rearden stood motionless, not turning to the crowd, barely hearing the applause. He stood looking at the judges. There was no triumph in his face, no elation, only the still intensity of contemplating the enormity of the smallness of the enemy who was destroying the world. He felt as if, after a journey of years through a landscape of devastation, past the ruins of great factories, the wrecks of powerful engines, the bodies of invincible men, he had come upon the despoiler, expecting to find a giant - and had found a rat eager to scurry for cover at the first sound of a human step. If this is what has beaten us, he thought, the guilt is ours.

He was jolted back into the courtroom by the people pressing to surround him. He smiled in answer to their smiles, to the frantic tragic eagerness of their faces; there was a touch of sadness in his smile.

"God bless you, Mr. Rearden!" said an old woman with a ragged shawl over her head. "Can't you save us, Mr. Rearden? They're eating us alive, and it's no use fooling anybody about how it's the rich that they're after - do you know what's happening to us?"

"Listen, Mr. Rearden," said a man who looked like a factory worker, "it's the rich who're selling us down the river. Tell those wealthy bastards, who're so anxious to give everything away, that **when they give away their palaces, they're giving away the skin off our backs**." "I know it," said Rearden.

The guilt is ours, he thought. If we who were the movers, the providers, the benefactors of mankind, were willing to let the brand of evil be stamped upon us and silently to bear punishment for our virtues - what sort of "good" did we expect to triumph in the world? He looked at the people around him. They had cheered him today; they had cheered him by the side of the track of the John Galt Line. But tomorrow they would clamour for a new directive from Wesley Mouch and a free housing project from Orren Boyle, while Boyle's girders collapsed upon their heads. They would do it, because they would be told to forget, as a sin, that which had made them cheer Hank Rearden.

Why were they ready to renounce their highest moments as a sin? Why were they willing to betray the best within them? What made them believe that this earth was a realm of evil where despair was their natural fate? He could not name the reason, but he know that it had to be named. He felt it as a huge question mark within the courtroom, which it was now his duty to answer.

This was the real sentence imposed upon him, he thought - to discover what idea, what simple idea available to the simplest man, had made mankind accept the doctrines that led it to self-destruction.



Well, this marks 275 posts and I ain't been running this blog too long. I'm officially a blabbermouth. Yay!

June 10, 2009

Shoe on the Other Foot

And foot in the other mouth.

"I think that the only reason Barack Obama is in the White House is because he is black. I don’t believe he could have won had he been white.

Newt Gingrich

I think that the only reason Sotomayor is nominated for the Court is because she is Hispanic. I don't believe she could win if she were white. And the reason is, I think it is a cynical ploy by President Obama."

Michael Steele

"One awkward moment for Michelle Obama at the Yankee game, during the seventh inning, Malia got knocked-up by Alex Rodriguez. Later she visited Bloomingdale's to update her slutty flight attendant look."

Jay Leno

"But, Hillary Clinton to the Democrat Party, this is what I've got to say, she is very much like herpes, she's not going away."

Steven Crowder

Now why is it that you think that these comments have not been aired and screamed about by every media outlet from the New York Slimes to the Washington Compost - why aren't they all over television and radio tonight exactly? Where is the outrage? Well, I fudged them a little, that's why. The actual quotes weren't about Malia, Michelle, Obama, Sotomayor or Hillary at all. They were about Palin, Palin's 14 year old daughter Willow, Clarence Thomas, etc. And they weren't made by conservatives but Joe Biden, David Letterman, and some moron misnamed "Nice." Below are the actual quotes along with who said them.

I think that the only reason Clarence Thomas is on the Court is because he is black. I don’t believe he could have won had he been white. And the reason is, I think it was a cynical ploy by President Bush.

Joe Biden

One awkward moment for Sarah Palin at the Yankee game, during the seventh inning, her daughter was knocked-up by Alex Rodriguez.

Letterman on Willow, Palin's 14 year old daughter. The NYSlimes scrubbed the joke from their transcript of the show.

Visited Bloomingdale's to update her slutty flight attendant look.


"But, Sarah Palin to the GOP, this is what I've got to say, she is very much like herpes, she's not going away." Chuck Nice, Today Show, unchallenged by the hosts.

Wright is up to his old tricks, only this time he makes Obama a big fat lying liar.

"Regret for what... that the media went back five, seven, 10 years and spent $4,000 buying 20 years worth of sermons to hear what I've been preaching for 20 years?

"Regret for preaching like I've been preaching for 50 years? Absolutely none," Wright said.

So much for "Well *I* never heard that kind of sermon in 20 years; musta been an off day.

Asked if he had spoken to the President, Wright said: "Them Jews aren't going to let him talk to me. I told my baby daughter, that he'll talk to me in five years when he's a lame duck, or in eight years when he's out of office. ...

Now we have one of our current heroes, Ziegler, who has been busy exposing the malpractice of the mainstream media especially in its failure to educate the public about the candidates in the last election, choosing instead the yellowest kind of journalism, on PMSNBC.

The reporter TRIES to ignore the rape joke about little Willow Palin and instead focus only on the slutty comment about Sarah Palin. He doesn't let her get away with that, though, and brings up the comment about the little girl. Not to be outdone, the reporter shows her true colors by saying that Palin shouldn't be offended by the jokes, then turning around and claiming SHE is offended that he said MSNBC anchors have less class than Palin. Rape jokes about little girls = not offensive. Slutty stewardess jokes about the governor of a state = not offensive. Saying a network has less class than said governor? = offensive. Got it. Huh?

June 9, 2009

Reality in the Age of Plenty

funny pictures
moar funny pictures

H/t to the Emperor. So all this money we spent did the predictable - it didn't go to the poor, it didn't go to mortgage holders, it didn't go to ANYTHING - it's just gone. All it did was kill jobs and kill business and buy corporations to be owned by the federal government to Obama could run them as Chief Executive and fire their leaders. He's taking the economy by storm - literally TAKING it. And this Teleprompter Jesus really thinks he can convince us to LIKE sacrificing our lifestyles and our jobs in the name of his socialist utopia - now he's telling them they're going to run out of political capitol by the end of the year so they have to push through the legislation on socialist health care by the end of August or they'll never get it. Gotta give him credit for knowing people aren't going to STAY in love with him when they're in soup lines and bread lines and gas lines, shivering in the winter because he's bankrupted the oil and coal industries as he promised to. The media will stay in love with him but the public tide will turn; in fact it already is. Not that I have a drop of sympathy for anyone who voted for this abortion, no matter how sorry they may be now. They are to blame for this mess and I won't let them forget it, nor forgive. Not when we tried SO HARD to warn them. No dice.

Anwyay, that graph is something, eh? Obama's numbers in blue - telling us how unemployment would be without his plan and with his plan. We pushed through the emergency plan and the real numbers? Through the roof. We're almost into double-digit unemployment now; nice, huh? So much for "saved or created". (I didn't go to McDonald's today - I saved or created 10 chicken nuggets and a soda!) Welcome back, Carter. We haven't missed you.

In case you think I'm exaggerating the media's complicity and over-the-top with the Teleprompter Jesus, remember, the media asserts that Obama is God - literally. Here are some clips for you to enjoy on that score.

June 6, 2009

Work. Wander. Rest When I Can.

And wrap cords around my throat and balls in Bangkok. Sucks when your childhood heroes die in embarrassing ways, don't it? Well, I still think I'll watch the Kung Fu pilot tonight - it's still great stuff. Maybe the episode with Jodi Foster - "Althea". Caine, the ultimate pacifist who can kick ass when he has to.

RIP you crazy old bastard.

June 5, 2009

The Gunslinger's Journal

I'd like to welcome the Gunslinger's Journal to my blogroll. Linked is the post that spurred my interest, but so far I likes what I sees! Good stuff!

June 4, 2009

It's "Historic."

If today's speech were 100 times shorter, and not so coy. Basically it amounted to,

Ladies and gentlemen, I'm declaring an official holiday for terrorism and terrorists - SMOKE 'em if you got 'em - hahaha, I mean jihad 'em. The smoke comes afterwards. Rim shot. No need to worry about being caught, apprehended, punished or pumped for information. And if you're in a party here in Arab land that's fighting for liberty or justice? Forget it, 'cause we ain't helping you with THAT noise. Our brave men and women in Iraq - don't make me laugh. What a waste of money that should be spent on Wagyu beef and arugula. Fuck those servicepeople. Israel? Fuck Israel, too. The wolves can have 'em. (Or, you know, you guys 'wink wink, nudge nudge.') What? This IS diplomacy, isn't it? Well it's my definition of diplomacy anyway.

He only got cheap applause when he either attacked the US or Israel. The US media is cumming in its collective pants over the eloquence of this treason and evil. Predictably, Palestinian (ptui) leaders here have already said that if he's not gonna do anything about it, they see no reason to compromise with Israel AT ALL. In fact, the Great One is promising to drive them back and give over Jerusalem to the Islamofascists, right? Holy hell - I have never been ashamed of my country until this day. My son is wondering how to join the IDF instead of the US Navy - at least he knows then what and who he's fighting for and answering to. Netanyahu, my prayers and goodwill are with you. To my Israeli friends, I will go down with you because never again. I can't tell you how sorry I am that such an evil man could rise to power here - though the Jews bear their fair share of blame - the Americanized leftist Jews who voted so heavily for him. Israelis seem to be another animal. This is the most sickening thing I've heard about since I can remember, and there's been plenty of sick to go around.

Osama Hates Obama

Al Qaeda leader Osama bin Laden, in an audio recording aired on Wednesday by Al Jazeera television, said Obama had planted the seeds of "revenge and hatred" towards the United States in the Muslim world and he warned Americans to prepare for the consequences.

A day earlier, the militant network's second-in-command Ayman al-Zawahri urged Egyptians not to be seduced by Obama's 'polished words' when he makes a major address in Cairo seeking to repair ties with the Muslim world.

Funnie, that. Of course Reuters insists that shows Al Qaeda is cracking under the strain...odd how 7 years with no attacks (despite plans) on us showed a LACK of strain. Wonder when people will cotton to the fact that we didn't MAKE these psychos hate us; THEY. JUST. DO. And no amount of bowing with your head to the floor for Saudi Princes and speeches on Al Jazeera or wherever the hell is going to change that.

But Abdel-Bari Atwan, editor of London-based daily al-Quds al-Arabi, said Zawahri's words showed al Qaeda was panicking. But Abdel-Bari Atwan, editor of London-based daily al-Quds al-Arabi, said Zawahri's words showed al Qaeda was panicking.

"They know Obama is popular in a huge part of the Arab and Muslim world because the man is actually trying to address America's record in the region," he said."Zawahri is desperate. There is no substantial argument in his piece: He cannot say like he did with Bush that 'this is the man who killed a million Iraqis and supports the Israelis'. Everybody knows Obama is at odds with the Israelis."

Have you informed Obama of this? More importantly, have you informed the American people? The Jews? Israel? 'Cause shhhhhh - he's TWYING to keep that a SEEKWET right now, fool!

Moron leftist quote of the day - multiple stupidity all in one quote!

"To uphold the integrity of our Constitution for ourselves and for the world, it is important" that the U.S. close the Guantanamo prison, said Diana Jones, 68, a Democrat from Timonium, Md., who has faith in Obama's terror-battling abilities. "We need to treat other counties as we would want them to treat us." Plus, she added, keeping the prison open puts U.S. troops overseas at risk.

Yeah, they aren't already at risk. And treating terrorist supporting countries like we want to be treated - that works. A lot. And terrorists are really concerned whether we uphold our constitution - they don't even understand it LOL. By the way, dipshit, that's not "terrorism," that's "man-caused disaster" to you! How soon they forget...

June 3, 2009

Literal Video

Great concept. Search it on youtube. Here's a couple to get you started:

June 1, 2009

My Final Word on Tiller

About Tiller. Meh. What Misha said. What Gonzman said. The left claims the right is celebrating - uh, yeah, right. I guess universal condemnation is celebration. They're celebrating all the points they believe they've now scored against conservatives. Thatisall.

Except perhaps for a movie I'd like you to see called "22 weeks." It's a true story about a girl who went for an abortion at 22 weeks, who ended up delivering the baby in the bathroom. When she saw the baby's struggles, she lost it and begged them to call 911 to save the baby. They instead locked her in the bathroom, refusing to call 911 while she screamed and begged and pounded on the door. Her friend, hearing, called 911 and the clinic TURNED AWAY the ambulance. When the baby finally died, they let her out and called rescue put her in a mental evaluation. 22 Weeks is her story, based on 911 calls and eyewitness testimony.

May 29, 2009

Dumb Moonbat Quote of the Day

From Shakespeare's Sister - who apparently doesn't have even an infinitesimal shred of the brains of the bard:

Lest you think that Steele was actually motivated by principle, he justified his admonishment by noting that the "liberal media" isn't on Republicans' side, so they'll "get painted as a party that's against the first Hispanic woman" nominated to the Supreme Court. See, it's not problematic that they are against her on the basis that she's a Latina woman, but it is problematic when the media actually frames it that way.

Yes, she's serious.

Sotomayor: "I would hope that a wise Latina woman with the richness of her experiences would more often than not reach a better conclusion than a white male who hasn't lived that life."
Like the "wise" decision to deny a dyslexic firefighter who worked his ass off to learn to read so he could study and pass his test his promotion, because no black men passed the test and he was white.

Prima facie - not fit to be a supreme court justice. I don't give a fuck what color she is or what her story is.

Rewind to Clarence Thomas and we hear the reporter Julianne dumbass saying right on the McLaughlin Group (NOT in blog comments, hello, but right on television) that "This man is on the court...I hope his wife feeds him a lot of butter and eggs and he dies, like so many black men do, of a heart attack." Could you picture if anyone said anything like that? Actually one person did - IN BLOG COMMENTS, about her diabetes. You can dig up any filth online, right? Though even his comment wasn't racist like the one about Thomas. But I'm talking about a reporter on a serious news show on television saying this right out loud. Could you IMAGINE?

People had no problem when it was Thomas, being racists on the left, because Thomas is a black man who refuses to be treated or behave as a token, or a pet - and that is how far leftists like Shakes view their people of color. Like pampered pets. It's disgusting. And it is racist as hell. See below for another black woman who would NOT be treated like a pet - for how the left treated her in print.

No, almost no one is against this woman because she's Spanish - who gives a shit about that? But we are against her because she's unfit for the office - she does not understand the division of powers and believes legislation should be made from the bench - which is not the purpose of judges, it's the purpose of legislators. Prima facie - not fit for the position.

Oddly, even her supporters have acknowledged that she is not the brightest bulb in the tanning bed - apparently when circuit judges pass around decisions for debate, she corrects their grammar and spelling instead of addressing the issues at hand, or, you know, THE LAW. But she's got a great story! That one I got from someone who LIKES her - but, you know, as Ace referenced the other day, I suppose dumb people need representation too, right? God help us.