April 22, 2011

So it goes...

So... we're down to this. Goodnight fuckers. You think I'm gonna keep giving forever? WELL I WON'T. Have fun. (For what it's worth, this does not mean you. It is a general slipping the bird to the whole population - don't most of us want the internet and real life emptier? I do, even though I truly like you.)

That Hideous Strength...

The pause that refreshes. Supposedly. So I was rereading the Space Trilogy (oh, only about the fifth time) and came across this introduction to the third story. By master C. S. Lewis. I mean, here you've got two fantasy books followed by...well wtf IS this one? The first is a trip to Mars peopled by fantastic characters and imagery, the second is even more fantastic. It's a trip to Venus that time, an ocean world. My BIL has never sold a painting except to me - and I bought it because it was to me the image of Perelandra, a giant ocean wave. So without further adieu, I present the introduction to the third book, That Hideous Strength, which does not follow as an act of pure fantasy...or does it?

I have called this a fairy tale in the hope that no one who dislikes fantasy may be misled by the first two chapters into reading further, and then complain of his disappointment. If you ask why - intending to write about magicians, devils, pantomime animals, and planetary angels - I nevertheless begin with such hum-drum scenes and persons, I reply that I am following the traditional fairy-tale. We do not always notice its method, because the cottages, castles, woodcutters and petty kings with which a faity-tale opens have become for us as remote as the witches and ogres to which it proceeds. But they were not remote at all to the men who made and first enjoyed the stories. They were, indeed, more realistic and commonplace than Bracton College is to me: for many German peasants had actually met cruel stepmothers, whereas I have never, in any university, come across a college like Bracton. This is a "tall story" about devilry, though it has behind it a serious "point" which I have tried to make in my "Abolition of Man". In the story, the outer rim of that devilry had to be shown touching the life of some ordinary and respectable profession. I selected my own profession, not, of course, because I think fellows of colleges more likely to be thus corrupted than anyone else, but because my own is the only profession I know well enough to write about. A very small university is imagined because that has certain conveniences for fiction. Edgestow has no resemblance,save for its smallness, to Durham - a university with which the only connection I have had was entirely pleasant.

I believe that one of the central ideas of this tale came into my head from conversations I had with a scientific colleague, some time before I met a rather similar suggestion in the works of Mr. Olaf Stapledon. If I am mistaken in this, Mr. Stapledon is so rich in invention that he can well afford to lend, and Iadmire his invention (though not his philosophy) so much that I should feel no shame to borrow.

Those who would like to learn further about Numinor and the True West must (alas!) await the publication of much that still exists only in the MSS. of my friend, Professor J. R. R. Tolkien. (editor's note: yes, Narnia was written on a dare between Lewis and Tolkien. Which only makes it better.)

The period of this story is vaguely "after the war." It concludes the trilogy of which "Out of the Silent Planet" was the first part, and "Perelandra" the second, but can be read on its own. C.S. Lewis, Madgalen College, Oxford, Christmas Eve, 1943.

How awesome is THAT? How much do you want to read it now? It's like Thomas Covenant, only better. (Had to quit the second time because the giant-ravers were hella scary. But if you like fiction, Covenant is a necessity. Lord of the Rings done by a cynical modern bastard.) And how much should I hang my head in shame by considering myself a "writer" of any sort? Yeah, I'll go sit in the corner now, blown away by the brilliance of a REAL writer.

Ok side note; I'm watching Paranormal Activity on Netflix and I'm calling bullshit already. 6 minutes in, she's knitting? And she's using these enormously fat needles. Do you have any idea what a loose knit you'd get from needles that fat? Pretty fucking loose, I'm telling you now. Nothing you could actually WEAR. I knitted myself a beautiful denim sweater and I used size FOUR needles...now that's a tad excessively small and I'll never do it again (aw hell no) but for a wearable item you can't go any higher than size 9 or 10! She's using like 15s there! What the hell kind of fat yarn has she got to use such an enormous size? I'm really overthinking this, but then so far as I know, the alternate ending is about ten times better than the one they went with. It's like an hour and a half setup to a screamer video.

Ok, ten minutes in. "Found footage" should not have a soundtrack. That's pretty much the point. How often do you wish YOUR life had a soundtrack, and if you could pick it, what music would you pick? I'm thinking Malmsteen but my life's not that hopeful. Or classical. Or metal. Ok forget Malmsteen. If my life had a soundtrack I guess it would be the Jaws theme. Or maybe Vader's theme. Haven't decided.

11 minutes in. Ok so the kittens have opened their eyes, but they all have this totally sad look still, as it happens. Like a blobfish.

Of course it's real. One of those monsters you only find on a deep dive. (Ocean, the final frontier.) So here I am with five blobfish kittens and they have a very devoted mom. I wonder what she's gonna do when I give them away. Will she react like Annie did and search for them forever, carrying a rolled up sock in her mouth and crying? Or will she rise above it? Guess we'll find out.

Also the guy wants a tip on the horse races. I used to be very good at picking horses at the Meadowlands. Probability is my specialty; my 9th grade teacher didn't believe at first I'd wroten the paper about probability. When he asked me if I understood it, I was happy to say yes. Um, yeah, I WROTE it didn't I? But one time I threw caution to the wind and betted on a 99-1 hunch. Escondido, I'll never forget it. I'd been doing data entry and my boss knew Springsteen. (They totally made plans to meet at The Stone Pony while I was typing. Springsteen was gonna have to wear a wig, even. Hey, them famous peoples is important.) I typed Escondido like a bajillion times, so when I saw the longshot Escondido, I bet on him to win. And HE DID. Went in with 20 (never carry money to the horse races, even if you are talented) and left with a hundred. Pretty freaking sweet. We tripped for a whole week on that money.

Alphabet Challenge

Ok I totally wanted to finish but I don't know what letter we're on. And I've got NOTHING for Q. Just like Scrabble. (Even with their lists of non-U using words, I usually eat the Q, which usually doesn't matter considering that I've mastered that shit anyway.) Just allow me ten points and tell me where the fuck we are, K?

April 21, 2011

Pretend You Can Build Your Hopes Again...

Time, time, time, see what's become of me

While I looked around

For my possibilities

I was so hard to please

But look around, leaves are brown

And the sky is a hazy shade of winter

Hear the salvation army band

Down by the riverside, it's bound to be a better ride

Than what you've got planned

Carry your cup in your hand

And look around, leaves are brown now

And the sky is a hazy shade of winter

Hang on to your hopes, my friend

That's an easy thing to say, but if your hope should pass away

It's simply pretend

That you can build them again

Look around, the grass is high

The fields are ripe, it's the springtime of my life

Ahhh, seasons change with the scenery

Weaving time in a tapestry

Won't you stop and remember me

At any convenient time

Funny how my memory slips while looking over manuscripts

Of unpublished rhyme

Drinking my vodka and lime

Ilook around, leaves are brown now

And the sky is a hazy shade of winter

Look around, leaves are brown

There's a patch of snow on the ground...

Look around, leaves are brown

There's a patch of snow on the ground...

Look around, leaves are brown

There's a patch of snow on the ground...

More lyrics: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/s/simon+and+garfunkel/#share

Drinking my Vodka and lime...carry your cup in your hand...Oh, S&G were so east coast, and they...damn they were the poet and the one-man-band! I saw them in Central Park, living legends. As Garfunkel said about Monterey versus Woodstock, he was involved in the ORIGINAL so why would he want part of the copy? The original is obviously better. Ok left-coasters, I give you that much credit; you did the super-concert better. But WE still got S&G. So...WHAT-EVAH!

Yaawn...Boring Tornadoes. Meh.


Silly tornadoes, boring me by passing right over my fucking HEAD. Yaawn. Of course, they CAN steal your cheeseburger, which is just a dick move on their part. Stupid tornadoes, plotting douchebaggery.

Tornado steals hamburger.

Thin-Skinned? Obama? Say it Ain't So

H/T Jammie Wearing Fool

I have made it as far as his first answer before my head 'sploded. When I'm done cleaning up the brains so it won't attract zombies (or dinosaurs) I'll watch the rest. Apparently Obama can not take even a hint of skepticism. He was apparently so very rattled that he screws up at the end and says angrily "Let me finish my questions!" (uh, you mean answers?) Considering he talks for the vast majority (perhaps 95%) of this interview, how can he be losing his shit like that? Well, he's above the law! He's supposed to be a rock star and you treat him as such, peon. I'm sorry, I mean "Messiah". (Who can magically transform opposition into raaaaaaaaaacism!) So...as JWF says, any opponent - from Trump to...ANYONE opposing him, ought to look forward to giving this guy a complete reaming in any debate. As he stammers "Uh..uh..uh...racist! Tax cuts! Boooooosh DID IT!!!!!!!!!!!!" (Honest to blog, that's his first answer - Bush did it.) Not only did Bush do it, Bush "didn't pay for" the tax cuts. That's why my head 'sploded. When will these economic jean-asses realize you don't PAY FOR tax cuts - omg does he think the same old lies are going to work? Oh. They worked before and the left still buys it. I forgot. Then he says he's gotten the economy GROWING AGAIN and that's where my brains hit the wall, necessitating cleanup. I told you, it draws zombies and dinosaurs. I don't allow zombies in the house; they rip your heart out and stuff. And dinosaurs leave big steaming piles of poop on the floor...kind of like Pelosi and Reid and Obama. Ok, how do people make it through this hideous shit? It's like having KOS as president FFS!

As FrankJ says, you could pretty much take any random person off the street and get a more competent president. So the Republican slogan (hell a Democrat challenger's slogan, too) ought to be, "Obama. It's statistically impossible to vote for someone less competent."

Hell, if there are no takers, I'll run on that slogan myself.

Ok, ONLY THE STRONG "get help"? You fucking kidding me? The poor get ALL the 'help'. My husband is working in a housing project in this state, and his co-worker told me that every single freaking ROOM they go into has giant-screen televisions in it - he was blown away; said he's never SEEN so many big televisions. Here are all these people living a better lifestyle than I do, and they don't work. And they want to put us out of work so they can have the jobs? (See Jesse Jackson Jr. recently.) To quote Nancy Pelousy when questioned about the constitutionality of Obamacare, "Are you serious?! ARE YOU SERIOUS!?!"

Yes, DEATHLY serious, unfortunately.

April 20, 2011

Humor - the Horse-Moth

Ok, honestly, this guy is a jackass. I mean, even as he's pointing directly to and OUTLINING this thing, he's still so bizarrely, utterly...wrong - well I've never seen anything like it. It's so stunning in the scope of the stupidity that it's downright hilarious. Particularly the end, where he says "Oh, it may be a moth" - er...yeah, ok after what you just said? That really REALLY doesn't save you at all, genius. I'm sorry, I know mistakes happen, but this guy just wouldn't back down even as he's outlining the thing and pointing out wings calling them hooves; I...no, he's a jackass. Because he stood by that shit even...holy crap. Just watch the video, will you? If it's cut off, see it HERE

FrankJ Says...

"You can now edit the US map on Google. Probably going to be someone’s full time job to restore New Jersey every time it’s deleted."

Haha! He's the IMAO guy - and he's hilarious. If you've never been there, do take a visit. It's where I get my daily laughs. He also says:

"Charles Mason breaks twenty year silence? I thought he was only fired from MSNBC a few months ago."

And Charlie used that broken silence to condemn...global warming! Bwahaha! Manson and Gore and Manbearpig - what a partnership.

Finally in funnies, Sheriff Joe Arpaio is posting the funny mugshots of the day so we can all vote Mugshot of the Day Good stuff! I wonder what the heck happened to THESE GUYS . I don't know but the second one is sad; I'm voting for the guy covered in...cocaine? Heroin? Flour?

April 19, 2011

Sorry It's Over - Funny!

Ok I'm sure it's cut off (though for this it shouldn't matter actually, so give it a try) so if you need to it's here. H/T to the Awesomer.

So The Terrorists Have Won...

And that's why they can get away with perpetrating acts of terror on our legislators with impunity. I read this and got quite literally ill; physically. That's only happened to me because of written material maybe 3 or 4 times. One was the sociopathic "feminist" Valarie Solanas; the woman who shot Andy Warhol. She has a hate-screed about killing all the men and WHY we really need to do so. Only ten percent of men would be left, and they have to be "turd-men" who are actively seeking their own destruction. (Laugh, people did - but prominent women's studies professor Mary Daly advocates precisely that in an academic setting, and gets paid to do it.) Next time a feminist tells you she won't read anything anti-feminist because it's "ugly" send her a copy of the S.C.U.M. Manifesto by Solanas - it's feminist, after all. Required reading for most women's studies courses. And it's as ugly as writing is possible to get.

Anyway, that was one time. This is another. I...I'm stunned. It's sick.

The Obama administration, which refuses to allow any of its representatives to appear on Fox News, proudly boasts that it has “a great relationship” with the anti-American Al-Jazeera television network.

That part didn't do it; but as we go on...

Seven years after then-Defense Secretary Donald Rumsfeld called the broadcaster’s reporting “vicious, inaccurate and inexcusable” and President George W. Bush joked about bombing it, Secretary of State Hillary Clinton praised it as “real news” in her recent Senate testimony.

Al Jazeera. AL JAZEERA. THIS is who our administration is cozying up to? To what extent? It gets worse, much worse.

Not only that, her staffers, as well as those of the CIA and the Obama White House, were attending the Congressional Correspondents’ Dinner as Al-Jazeera’s guests.

“They are a really important media entity, and we have a really great relationship with them,” said Dana Shell Smith, the State Department’s deputy assistant secretary for international media engagement, who speaks Arabic and has frequently appeared on the channel. “This administration has empowered those of us who actually do the communicating to be in a close relationship with Al-Jazeera. They understand that the relationship can’t consist of complaining to each other about the differences we have.”

That did it. Except that wasn't all. It still gets worse. Yes.

… “The emir of Qatar come by the Oval Office today, and he owns Al-Jazeera basically,” Obama said in remarks recorded by CBS News’s Mark Knoller. “Pretty influential guy. He is a big booster, big promoter of democracy all throughout the Middle East. Reform, reform, reform. You’re seeing it on Al-Jazeera.”

The WHO came by WHERE? We're giving a terrorist organization access to the WHITE HOUSE now? What makes it so bad is that two years ago this would have been utterly unthinkable and you would NEVER have to worry about this happening. Omg, it doesn't get better. Every time I read this shit I get sicker. 8 years we fight the terrorists and in two this guy has turned it around 180 and having them to tea. All that blood, all those people who jumped to their deaths, all our boys who went over never to return...and we're best friends forever BFFs! with the media outlet who empowered the enemy. "Complaining about our differences"? Are you fucking kidding me? This isn't about DIFFERENCES; these are our ENEMIES. This is treason. My worst fears have indeed been confirmed. First we let in the communists and now we let in the terrorists. This earth is satan's dominion for sure.

WHY DIDN'T I TAKE THE BLUE PILL? Wake me up; I'm having a monster nightmare!

via: I Hate the Media

While you're here; I just came across this old link to Jezebel - why feminists HATE Sarah Palin so viscerally. Surprisingly, she openly admits the real reason - they're jealous! And ugly. (Jeez, seeing someone talk about "ugliness" in the feminist movement...has she ever seen Andrea Dworkin??? Google it; I'm not putting her here.)

P: Plans, Panic, Pessimism, Possibility

Ok so it's a personal post. Sue me.

So here I am as of last night, all set and ready to quite literally Go Galt like some of our friends have already done. I got nothing to lose here. Yes, I'm a pessimist. Well you know what sometimes happens? Sometimes shit changes out of nowhere.

I'm a panicker. Well, not usually full blown panic attacks like it used to be - I think I used up a lifetime's supply of adrenaline during the great panic of, what, 2002? (24 hour panic attack - completely unsustainable.) One thing about being a worrier, you like to spread it around. Why aren't these people around me scared? Must remedy that immediately. They shouldn't be content when I'm freaking out. How can he SLEEP? Is he insane? He should be kept awake worrying.

Anyway, so I was gonna unpledge and tip the fuck out the back door. Alone or with company, didn't much matter. I had a higher purpose, though, so it's ok. Then suddenly, today I find myself confronted with possibility. And...it came at the last minute. I haven't been confronted with possibility for a long fucking time. Hope is a very hard thing for me, and suddenly this ray breaks through against all odds. You may tell me there's no God, but...damn. Yeah, there really is. Providence is alive and living. Sure I'll find plenty to worry about, always have, but...there's this ray. And we'll see, won't we?

Guess my final stand may take place right here after all. How can a final stand take place in Jersey?

April 18, 2011

A Terrorist on This Blog! Awesome!

Knew my Barking Moonbat detector was going off.

If you missed my post on the homegrown terrorist that has threatened the lives of a congressman and senator and spewed her hate-filled Anti-Semitic screeds all over the web, has paid US a visit! Seriously it's on the "Shit just got real" post. Go give her some bacon so she can be a cannibal like us, as I phone the FBI and report her.

I think they call this poking the bear, but I'll just call it pig-in-a-poke.

April 17, 2011

Kitten Update...

These aren't our kittens; but it looks almost like them. And they're at the same stage. Ours are cuter.

Ok; bile out of system, thanks for your patience.

All 5 little kitties are doing just fine; they were exceptionally tiny (like the size of mice) because she is a very small cat and there were five of them and they don't SEEM any bigger, just a bit plumper. But it's REALLY adorable (I can't get pictures yet because my good camera went missing many months ago out of nowhere and the one we have needs really bright light; which neither mom nor the babies wants right now) because while their faces don't look right yet, nor their little chicken legs, their bodies and tails are just like these TINY little perfect H0 model cats; little teeny tiny stripes one of them has all down its body right down to the raccoon tail (but grey/dark grey not rust).

And on two of them it looks like just the very inside corners of the eyes are starting to open. If they actually get mobile and aren't much bigger...well jeez, they're gonna get creamed; they better grow. Even if it would be hilarious; they're like hamsters or something. But as I suspected, she's a very very good mama and they are quite content.

Only thing is our big giant old tomcat...first time she came out of the closet to eat and drink, he hissed at her. And he's been hissing at her ever since. We've scolded him and yeah, I gave him a swat at the haunch, a light one - he knows he's being bad and he just gets really pissy with ME then. Oh he wouldn't dare hiss, but he gives me the stinkeye. And my husband has tried too; it's quite obvious the cat knows what he's being scolded for and he just gets pissy with us. But it's sad, because she just looks up at us like, "Why is he doing that? I didn't do anything!" He'll even stop, sniff at her, then hiss again. Bastard. He won't attack or anything; he's never killed anything in his life much less fought with anything. Actually, when he goes outside the birds divebomb him and all he does is look up and start talking to them. True story; only thing he ever "killed"- I'm thinking he all of a sudden after a year or two killed something and that seemed weird. He's walking up to the house with something dark and fuzzy in his mouth. Turned out to be a glove. Well, he brought it home, anyway. Now this girl kitty, she was like 3 months old when she started killing. Brought the dam thing right in the house and started playing with it. I was like uh, no. Not in here. So I'm not worried he's gonna hurt them; but normally he likes to play with the other animals (he played with my dog; or he tried; the dog was terrified of him. Well the cat was like 3 times his size) so I was hoping he'd play with the little guys too. Well I'm sure they'll all work it out, but I don't like to see him unhappy and making her wonder what's wrong. Ah well, they're gonna be so cute when they open their eyes and get mobile. And right now it's just fun to check out their little colors and stripes and watch them for a few minutes. She likes more privacy than the last mama cat we had; but no problem.

O - Obamessiah. HEY Obamessiah

You got two representatives - a congressman and a senator being threatened and hate crimed by one of your buddies - you know, a black Muslim (is that the newest protected class? Does protected class mean they can commit no crime?)

She's bragging about it all over the media - she's honestly PROUD of that Piss-letter. So, Obamessiah, oh holy fucking anointed asshole. What the fuck you gonna DO?

You gonna be a MAN for two seconds or at least PRETEND you are, and demand some accountability here? I mean, obviously you can't demand justice because you've never heard the word before (well except maybe for "social justice" but that doesn't mean what you think it means) but you can demand "appropriate" behavior, can't you? Or at least you can PRETEND you do; we're all stupid, we'll fall for it. So you gonna bring the cunt in for questioning at least? Do a little search to make sure she isn't running a meth lab (I mean she's crazy as a shithouse rat; it could be meth) or cooking up vats of poison, or like dissolving bodies in vats of acid in the back room? Just like a cursory check? Gonna see to it that she at least doesn't get to keep working with people's MEDICAL records considering her new history of TERRORISTIC THREATS towards members of Senate and Congress? I remember one of my kids' friends who had a minor skirmish with a friend - and yeah, it was fucking minor. And I seem to remember there was an arrest, a charge of "terroristic threats" and a stint in jail (yes, they could have been bailed out but we live in the real world.)

I swear this here and now. I will NEVER again cooperate with a single fucking member of law enforcement in ANY fashion whatsoever - they will have to BEAT me with fucking nightsticks just to get me to stop so they can ask my NAME - THIS I swear. If NOTHING comes of this terroristic act by the Pisslamist Bitch, if she's not fired and brought to SOME type of justice for this crime that she so freely and proudly acknowledges. You may not have made a very powerful enemy in me but I can promise you to go down with both guns blazing and with NOTHING but fight to the death, if this goes unnoticed and unremarked. I'm watching. And I'm counting the hours. You mark my fucking words you sleazy PRICK. Just wait and see what I call you if you fail. (I shall taunt you a second time.) Ok, that was for my friends. I'm telling you right now; this would be a mistake. The day of reckoning is at hand. If I go down alone; so be it. But...don't be so sure I will, marmot man.

April 16, 2011

Shit Just Got Real - Muslim on a Rampage - Seriously!

For Jameela. Or maybe that IS Jameela.

Ok, this is a long one but important and well worth it - thanks to SirCrunchie at the AntiIdiotarian Rottweiler, Gateway Pundit, and I Hate the Media, where this illustrious bitch got her start!

There once was a troll named Jameela, who went to IHTM to copafeela. Ok, she was trolling IHTM with long, long, boring, insane anti-Semitic anti-Christian radical Muslim ravings - and I DO mean ravings. Well you'll see. They eventually got tired of sifting through it and banned her. They reveal that this is not someone from the ME but from Marietta Georgia. Which I hope they've told the FBI and DHS and the White House and anyone else who'll listen. Next thing you know, two congressmen receive, between them, a bloody pig's foot, a vial of strange liquid, and a Curious George doll filled with some weird substance and covered in Stars of David (marked headed for Auschwitz) in the mail along with hate screeds. Rep. Peter King (R-NY) and Sen. Greg Ball were targeted. You have probably been reading about this in the news. Turns out it's our old friend Jameela, the little bitty internet bore-troll; now moved on to sending hate screeds and threats to Congressmen. Nice, huh? Wait till you see what she wrote. I'm going to rip it as I go, so be patient and try to maintain the flow; if you want to give it a readthrough first to get the full impact of this lunatic's warped and diseased head (which should be shorn from her body as quickly as possible) have a look HERE. I'll be posting it and commenting as I go. Ready? Actually you can't get ready for this.

A Georgia woman reportedly has claimed responsibility for the severed pig’s foot that was sent to Rep. Peter King, apparently in protest over the hearing he held on radical Islam.

Jacquelyn Barnette, who described herself as Muslim, told the New York Post she sent King the package, which also contained an anti-Semitic note, this month.

The U.S. Postal Service intercepted the package before it ever reached King’s office.

“I thought the letters explain themselves,” Barnette told the Post.

Oh, they do, Jameela, they do.

Jameela is a radical Muslim blogger.

A Georgia grandmother who says she sent state Sen. Greg Ball a Curious George monkey with a label saying it was bound for Auschwitz, cheap perfume and an anger-filled, anti-Semitic letter also laid claim Wednesday to mailing a bloody pig’s foot to Rep. Peter King of Long Island.

A what? A grandmother? Ok one, that's weird and two, why the fuck would I care? Compared to the rest of this, that's meaningless.

Jameela Barnette, a radical Muslim blogger, said Wednesday she mailed Ball a box containing the plush monkey pinned with Stars of David and the letter (which addressed Ball as “Dead Man Walking”) because he is “using Muslims to further his career.”

“I sent it to let him know I am extremely displeased for his declaration of war on Muslims, which is what I regard those hearings as,” said Barnette, a medical records consultant…

…Barnette, who has posted anti-Jewish, pro-Muslim writings on blogs and websites, said Wednesday “no one gets upset if someone burns a Quran” but everyone is offended if Jews are disparaged.

First of all, we're all relieved to know what Jameela feels about these hearings - I mean, I was gonna wait for Lady Gaga to weigh in before giving my thoughts on the matter but hey, Jameela's even better. And isn't it comforting to know that her job gives her access to people's private medical records? It's just positively inspiring.

And uh, no one gets upset if someone burns a Koran? I'm sorry, let's review this - Only 321 murders (in 26 attacks on churches) and 2 beheadings occurred in the 7 days after ONE Koran was burned. Hey, every religion has its extremists, after all.

ORIGINAL LETTER MAILED TO REP. PETER KING POSTED BY AUTHOR: JAMEELA Jameela 11 April 2011 Senator Greg Ball 817 Legislative Office Building Empire State Plaza Albany, NY 12247 Asa Lamu Laikum Dead Man Walking, Sinclair Lewis predicted: “…if Fascism ever came to America; it would be wrapped in a flag, carrying a cross…”

Instead, as Crunchie points out, it comes wearing a turban and bearing the signs of a goatfucking pedophile moongod.

and it is apparent that you are the proud, dirty-white, goose-stepping, cross bearing, flag-draped, Muslim-hating, Christian ghoul marching to your own destruction. Instead of bashing the intellectually superior Muslims

As evidenced by Jameela's clearly superior intellect.

shouldn’t a handsome, cannibalized, crazy, Christian, cracker like yourself be in church chomping on Jew-god corpse and washing it down with Jew-god blood under the pretense of “Holy” Communion?

For me, that's where shit got REAL.

Let it be known! We Muslims decline to dine on the flesh of Jesus Christ your human sacrifice, under any guise. As such, there will be no mass conversions from Islam to Christianity; a few Muslims will convert, but only those predestined to burn in the Hell-fire with the evil likes of you. Your participation in the 4/8/11 Declaration of War against Muslims under the guise of “Muslim Radicalization/Culture of Jihad Hearings” displayed a complete lack of Political Correctness on your part and because of your lack of “PC”, your Lord, Allah has cursed you with PC; prostate cancer.

Ok, typical radical Muslim hate spiel and all of a sudden...politically correct? WHAT?! Clearly it is politically correct to call Christians cannibal Jew-chompers. WHAT?! PC? Are you shitting me?? (Of course if that wasn't a clue that she's NOT Middle Eastern or Arabic but obviously American in origin, then nothing is.)

It will be very difficult for you to goose-step when your testicles swell to the size of soccer balls and your junk is flopping about your knees and your hubris and avarice are replaced with humility and exquisite pain.

Oh, I got some PAIN for ya' Jameela. Come'n get it porkie! Soooey!

Former president Ronald Reagan stated: “…self-defense is not only our right, it is our duty…” and should the hostile Jew’s succeed in whipping their Christian slaves into a Muslim-murdering, blood-thirsty frenzy, bent on the destruction of Islam; Homeland Security will come to know the real meaning of stealth. Muslims prefer peace

Obviously. And isn't the juxtaposition of all this Muslim raving with Americana just a tad...jarring?

however the hostile jinn species are averse to peace and won’t allow it. Self-defense is my right and my duty and I always fulfill my duty, Insha Allah I will neutralize legions. And where in the fuck are my Reparations?

Whoah! Where'd THAT come from? (Again, quite obviously entitled American and now we know what color. Wouldn't hold my breath for that check, Jammie - you're gonna be playing a harmonica in the maximum security wing of the federal penitentiary for a long, long time.)

I am requesting that you hold hearings to determine if the Reparations promised to African-Americans by the U.S. Government for centuries of brutal slavery was spent financing the Pig Poachers of Palestine’s brutal, satanic and sadistic enslavement of the Palestinians. Also, inform your colleagues that Allah will question you all about the Twilight Diet on the Day of Resurrection.

Here she employs a bit of humor, cashing in on the Twilight franchise name to support her ravings. The Good Book: Edward Chapter 8 verse 7. (It does actually make sense; she goes on at length not only about us cannibals, but us vampires too. Woot! I hope I get to sparkle!)

I have included a gift for you, your own stuffed miniature Jew that you can worship in the privacy of your own home. The following Verse of the Qur’an confirms that your AIPAC jinn masters are nothing more than a rabid and perfidious mob of barn and zoo animals perpetrating as human beings and the plush monkey/miniature Jew I have gifted you with is an accurate representation of who the Jews are and what you stupid Christians worship. The Cannibal Cult of Christianity was not founded on facts nor faith, the Cannibal Cult of Christianity was founded on stupidity and conjecture and conjecture is no substitute for the truth. The Hell-fire will be brimming with the stupid aka Christians.

(Say [O Muhammad to the people of the Scripture): “Shall I inform you of something worse than that, regarding the recompense from Allah? Those [Jews] who incurred the Curse of Allah and His Wrath, and those of whom [some] He transformed into monkeys and swines, and those who worshipped Taghut [false deities]; such are worse in rank [on the Day of Resurrection in the Hell-fire], and far more astray from the Right Path [in the life of this world]”.)

Let me just make sure I've got this straight then - so when I point out Koran verses pointing to the hatred embedded within the fabric of the religion, the murder required by it, the Jew-hatred it was founded on, and I'm told that that's just misunderstanding or twisting the verses, you're just LYING to me, right? (Actually the Koran does command, in later verses, that one lie in order to continue to spread the religious plague, and later verses render previous verses null and void so...yep I'm pretty sure that means we AREN'T wrong when we point out the hatred in the foundation and fabric of the religion. Don't ever try to tell me different again, kthxbai.

Read the Qur’an and you will learn that Allah, the Lord of all that exists, sent to the Children of Adam, an Arab Prophet aka Prophet Mohammed {pbuh} because Adam, the first man and father of all humanity (non-Jews) was an Arab, as Adam spoke Arabic.


This means the world’s entire population are of Arab descent, as we are all the Children of Adam, with the exception of the Jews, they are the Children of Israel aka Iblis aka Satan. Your dirty-white race is far removed from the racial purity of our Arab father Adam and by default, this makes your dirty-white race the morally and melanin depleted garbage race and not the master race, only master fools. Allah will dispose of your garbage race in the manner in which Allah Disposes of the garbage that He has created. Allah will burn your Jew-worshipping, dirty-white, garbage asses in the Hell-fire on the Day of Resurrection, the Day when true justice shall prevail and not the corrupt, Judeo-Christian swine shit masquerading as American Values around the globe which will soon come to a brutal and decisive end, along with the demise of the Pig Poachers of Palestine.

Aww, she's a filthy racist too! Too cute. Next time I read how black people can not be racist because they just don't have the privilege to be so, I'm going to be bringing up ol' Jammie here.

I advise you to wake up from the American Dream, go to a physician and get your dirty-white garbage ass examined and avoid Jew physicians, lest they harvest a kidney from you without your permission. I will be scanning the obituaries to read the end of your saga, which should read: AIPAC purchased, treasonous, scumbag politician and loyal ass-wipe to his Jew masters, succumbs to prostate cancer. Now report me to the authorities, the same authorities who utterly failed to prevent and even embraced the hostile takeover of America by the hostile jinn species aka AIPAC. Enjoy your brief and evil life of fairy tales and hokum your evil Jew masters created for you because the Hell-fire is your final destination and the final destination of all your colleagues.

Kind Regards,

Bwahahaha! I think that's called "unintentional irony" or maybe just lunacy.

Jameela Messenger of Allah & Defender of Islam

Well that's just all lovely. How about we give her a spot in the State Department? The UN? C'mon, she'll fit right in.

But Jammie isn't through with us yet, mister.

Christians are Child Abusing, Demon Possessed, Devil-Worshipping, Cannibalized Vampires What is the difference between a monkey, a Jew and a pig? There is no difference according to the Qur’an, which reveals Allah transformed some Jews into monkeys and swine and Genetic/DNA testing will confirm this. The Qur’an also reveals Christians will go to the Hell-fire for their worshipping Allah’s Messenger slave, whom they devour in their pagan rituals. I advise all Christians to read the Qur’an and discover what your evil, fire-species, greedy, Muslim-murdering, maniacal, monkey masters have kept concealed from you. Do not read the Koran, as the Koran is a crazy book, written by crazed Jew’s to hide their satanic origins; the Children of Satan aka the Children of Israel. Clinically insane Jews also wrote the Koran in an attempt to portray Muslims to be the murdering lunatics the world knows the Jews to be; yet Christians continue to serve and worship the war criminal, occupying, hostile fire species as Allah’s Chosen People. Christian’s arrogance is only exceeded by their brutal stupidity, as Muslims and Jews know the following Commandments invalidate Christianity; yet Christians continue to disobey Allah and perform uncivilized and depraved acts of cannibalism and vampirism on a dead Jew’s corpse and call it “religion”. Christians are being willfully ignorant, as they all know it was Allah and NOT Jesus who parted the Red Sea to allow the Jews to escape the pursuing Egyptians and the vampires also know that it was Allah and NOT Jesus who spoke to Moses on Mt. Sinai; yet the low-life, racist, cannibalized vampires continue to worship a murdered, Jew Messenger, “SLAVE” as their god…

The religion of peace.

Now I invite all of you dirty-white garbage dogs to kiss my black Muslim ASS, which would be quite the treat for cannibals like yourselves, as you are accustomed to eating jew-god corpse.

She's got a real hardon about communion. Why don't we send her a truckload of pork-infused communion wafer? No, no pork; she'll probably like it. Just the wafer then. A couple tons. Just start dumping it into her tenement apartment until she smothers. See what I did there? I didn't return a kiss for a slap. I went in the other direction. Guess that's something that happens when someone rants ceaselessly about your evil "Jew-corpse god" (as opposed to, you know, your goat-fucking pedophile murder god.) People get a little testy.

THEN the stupid bitch goes BACK to GatewayPundit, and right in the comments section after this VERY STORY, posts yet ANOTHER copy of her screed. They said the IP checks out and yes, it's from her. So...why haven't they picked her up yet? I'm thinking any time now. They'd BETTER pick her ass up and never let it go again. Bitch don't NEED to be on the streets and she sure as HELL doesn't need to be looking at any medical records. If they don't want some street justice visited on this rancid bitch, they'd probably better get hold of her.

Because this story done been broken now. I'm gonna add this tag now, and if you don't like it, GTFO - Religion of Piss. Indeed.

Hey, Jameela, this is for you. Proper use.


False predictions - $10 bil

Erasing evidence (badly) - $50 bil

Spreading New False Predictions - $150 bil

Handing the UN their asses on a plate - priceless.

Fools! Seriously, read the whole thing; it keeps getting better!

While you're at it, here's a great song parody - The "Squanderer", set to "The Wanderer." If you play the music while reading the lyrics, you'll realize she's really good! Here

Panhandling Profitable - Stossell Piece

Yeah, like I said; I'd have more money if I went begging.

April 15, 2011

Ding! Ding! Ding! Roger Eggbert Goes OFF!


Poor Roger Eggbert. Forced to sit through such tedium when all he really wants is his leftism spoon-fed to him in some pablum. I'm not sure when he turned into such an asshole, but he really is.

I feel like my arm is all warmed up and I don’t have a game to pitch. I was primed to review "Atlas Shrugged." I figured it might provide a parable of Ayn Rand’s philosophy that I could discuss. For me, that philosophy reduces itself to: "I’m on board; pull up the lifeline."

Yes, I'm sure that's exactly what it sounds like to you. Oddly enough, you share that view entirely - remember when you, Mister Rich Man, wrote that piece about how you didn't want to be kept alive artificially and then you almost died but your wife said not to pull the plug? And after much expensive intervention (which I'm sure didn't cost you a dime in premiums or expenses; thus we could ALL afford it) you lived after all and you were glad? And this is why you want all of us to be forced into Obamacare and lose our good insurance plans? Yeah, pot? Meet kettle. Ebert's on board, pull up the lifeline. Hypocrite.

There are however people who take Ayn Rand even more seriously than comic-book fans take "Watchmen." I expect to receive learned and sarcastic lectures on the pathetic failings of my review.

No sirrah, I shall merely point and laugh. And express my contempt.

And now I am faced with this movie, the most anticlimactic non-event since Geraldo Rivera broke into Al Capone’s vault.

Yeah I remember that. Millions of people watched it. And his career is still cooking along last I checked. Even if he is a bit of a dingbat.

I suspect only someone very familiar with Rand’s 1957 novel could understand the film at all

Ok, so first off, you didn't understand it. I wouldn't brag about that, but OK - we shall keep in mind that you do not understand what you are reviewing. As a matter of fact, you should have stopped right there.

and I doubt they will be happy with it.
So OK. Let’s say you know the novel, you agree with Ayn Rand, you’re an objectivist or a libertarian, and you’ve been waiting eagerly for this movie. Man, are you going to get a letdown. It’s not enough that a movie agree with you, in however an incoherent and murky fashion. It would help if it were like, you know, entertaining?

Well, to be entertained it is likely one would need to actually understand the film in the first place, no? Normally if I don't understand something I don't feel justified in mocking it. I would normally at least bother clicking a few links to understand the subject matter at least a tad first; maybe even ask a few questions. As to people who understand it not liking it?

Well, sorry Dilbert but that's a HUGE fail. See, http://www.atlas-shrugged-movie.com/2011/02/earlybird-reviews-of-the-full-atlas-shrugged-movie-spectacular-solid-faithful/ we've got glowing reviews from David Kelley, Hans Schantz, Big Hollywood, REASON.com, Hustle Bear http://hustlebear.com/2011/02/28/im-so-relieved-the-atlas-shrugged-movie-was-fantastic/, and oddly enough the MOST glowing review comes from an Ayn Rand biographer, Barbara Branden. See what a difference understanding the subject matter makes? Except I think you're playing dumb just a little in order to have more negative things to say. You pretty quickly pulled the words "objectivist" and "libertarian" out of your muddled little brain, didn't you? Wonder how that happened.

Based on the one leaked scene I've already seen, I'm aching for more - see, movies are so endlessly, tediously left-oriented, you BET we're waiting for this.

For the rest of us,

Us? You're rich; you're not one of us. Nyah!

it involves a series of business meetings in luxurious retro leather-and-brass board rooms and offices, and restaurants and bedrooms that look borrowed from a hotel no doubt known as the Robber Baron Arms.

So there goes the pretense that you didn't understand it. You know exactly what you're doing. You just don't LIKE it.

During these meetings, everybody drinks. More wine is poured and sipped in this film than at a convention of oenophiliacs. There are conversations in English after which I sometimes found myself asking, "What did they just say?" The dialogue seems to have been ripped throbbing with passion from the pages of Investors’ Business Daily. Much of the excitement centers on the tensile strength of steel.

The story involves Dagny Taggart (Taylor Schilling), a young woman who controls a railroad company named Taggart Transcontinental (its motto: "Ocean to Ocean"). She is a fearless and visionary entrepreneur, who is determined to use a revolutionary new steel to repair her train tracks. Vast forces seem to conspire against her.

It’s a few years in the future. America has become a state in which mediocrity is the goal, and high-achieving individuals the enemy.

I'm sorry, how is that the future again? Oh, yeah, it isn't. It's NOW. And don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about as you rail against greedy evil corporations and greedy evil rich people and how much more they should be forced to hand over and how much they should be shackled and regulated. Because that isn't going to work. We're onto that shit.

Laws have been passed prohibiting companies from owning other companies

Sounds like you understand it. Remember that next time you scream for "regulation! Stop the deregulation of business! More regulation!"

Dagny’s new steel, which is produced by her sometime lover, Hank Rearden (Grant Bowler), has been legislated against because it’s better than other steels.

Ah, the Handicapper General in Harrison Bergeron. Who wrote that, Vonnegut? Yes indeed How futuristic is THAT? I mean, nothing like that goes on in the real world today, right? (I could start with "progressive" taxation but that's a tad obvious...we'll look into this "futuristic" reality more later. I'm interested now.)

The Union of Railroad Engineers has decided it will not operate Dagny’s trains.

I could have sworn there were a few unions right NOW that were refusing to do their jobs unless their pay was raised and their power extended...now where did I read about that? Hmmm...

Just to show you how bad things have become, a government minister announces "a tax will be applied to the state of Colorado, in order to equalize our national economy." So you see how governments and unions are the enemy of visionary entrepreneurs.

Hmm, yes, I can see how unrealistic...oh, wait. Spread that wealth around, Ebert! I accept Mastercard and Visa.

But you’re thinking, railroads? Yes, although airplanes exist in this future, trains are where it’s at.

Um...well I guess I missed the part where freight is hauled now largely by airplane and not by trucks and trains and boats. I'll remember next time I have to sit for ten minutes and wait for the freight train to finally get past. Oddly, I just got done spending two years in shipping/receiving for a large warehouse - we didn't have many pilots coming in to get their paperwork signed; it was all truck drivers. Stupid regressive company. And what president and vice president have recently been going on and on and on about how the key to the future is high-speed trains? Hmm...I can't quite remember who said it...

When I was 6, my Aunt Martha brought me to Chicago to attend the great Railroad Fair of 1948, at which the nation’s rail companies celebrated the wonders that were on the way. They didn’t quite foresee mass air transportation. "Atlas Shrugged" seems to buy into the fair’s glowing vision of the future of trains.

So do a certain president and vice president. Their names still escape me.

Rarely, perhaps never, has television news covered the laying of new railroad track with the breathless urgency of the news channels shown in this movie.

Now here's where I stop and let you in on something; there's a reason for that. See, a thousand page book that is not just a story, not just an economics lesson but also a philosophy involves a lot of EXPOSITION. And it's very difficult to translate that exposition into another media, another format, like film. I think it's quite a clever idea to do it using the news. Especially after the collective four year orgasm we've had to watch in the media concerning a certain president whose name still escapes me.

It would help if it were like, you know, entertaining?

The movie is constructed of a few kinds of scenes: (1) People sipping their drinks in clubby surroundings and exchanging dialogue that sounds like corporate lingo; (2) railroads, and lots of ’em; (3) limousines driving through cities in ruin and arriving at ornate buildings; (4) city skylines; (5) the beauties of Colorado. There is also a love scene, which is shown not merely from the waist up but from the ears up. The man keeps his shirt on. This may be disappointing for libertarians, who I believe enjoy rumpy-pumpy as much as anyone.

See, I happen to know something concerning Ayn Rand and city skylines; that just tells me the people behind this film really GOT it. Ayn Rand did not believe in building memorials. She believed that the NY Skyline WAS our memorial. So, win.

Oh, and there is Wisconsin. Dagny and Hank ride blissfully in Taggart’s new high-speed train, and then Hank suggests they take a trip to Wisconsin, where the state’s policies caused the suppression of an engine that runs on the ozone in the air, or something (the film’s detailed explanation won’t clear this up). They decide to drive there. That’s when you’ll enjoy the beautiful landscape photography of the deserts of Wisconsin. My advice to the filmmakers: If you want to use a desert, why not just refer to Wisconsin as "New Mexico"?

Um...yeah I could see where that would really annoy...what? See, you're failing in even the rudimentary aspects of your profession here. This film has been optioned for a long long time. Many years. The last time they tried to make it their female lead (Angelina Jolie) had to drop out; there have been millions spent in other attempts. The option was going to run out in TWO MONTHS, so the filmmaker had two MONTHS in which to get the screenplay written, gather the money, select a cast and start production or he would have lost it altogether and the tens of millions he has spent. So, like the good little sheeple you are, instead of rewarding the fact that these people have pulled off a spectacular feat - an Herculean feat, one which all the other reviewers are lauding as something that was impossible, but pulled off spectacularly, you choose to...gee, you choose to punish achievement don't you? Good boy! Now roll over play dead. No, I won't scratch your tummy.

"Atlas Shrugged" closes with a title card saying, "End of Part 1." Frequently throughout the film, characters repeat the phrase, "Who is John Galt?" Well they might ask. A man in black, always shot in shadow, is apparently John Galt. If you want to get a good look at him and find out why everybody is asking, I hope you can find out in Part 2. I don’t think you can hold out for Part 3.

Well most of us already know - this story has been around for 50+ years and "going Galt" is part of a pretty familiar lexicon even to people who haven't read it. And honestly he wasn't supposed to make an appearance until part 3, but they have to give us a LITTLE something, don't they? Call it an Easter Egg. And I'll call your review a big fat juicy turd. No, I don't have to see the movie first; see, we've already established one can pronounce judgment without understanding, so there it is.

Irresponsible: if you can't see it, watch it at Moonbattery

Holy Deviancy, Batman! Jesse Jackson Sex Scandal

I really have no words. WHAT?!

Ding! Ding! Ding!

I'm shamelessly stealing this and expanding on it. It's from "Crooks and Liars", a hard left site, concerning Michele Bachmann.

Fire it up and watch her go! We'll sound the bell every time she floats a discredited idea. Ready?

Raising taxes for the wealthy shouldn't be "on the table," says Bachmann, because "tax rates are high enough (ding!), and history shows (ding!) that when we raise taxes, particularly on job creators (ding!) we actually bring in less revenue (ding! ding! ding!) rather than more."

Hmm; let's reverse that. Change the word "discredited" to "completely true and proven". Ding! We win!

And the history of the Great Depression shows that it took government investment to get people working and the economy growing. FDR listened to the Bachmannites of his time in the late 1930's, and everything started falling apart again. That's what history shows.

DING! DING! DING! Loser gets passes to Atlas Shrugged.

"You could actually confiscate (ding!) all the wealth that people make at $200,000 or more," says Bachmann, "and that would only yield about six or seven months of revenue to run the government." Hey, that's half the whole cost of government! She's selling the idea pretty well!

Yes, I can see why you'd like that. Um. What?

They love that word "confiscate."

Yes; you have a more accurate one? Try: steal.

"And I love the way these conservatives say they'd lay down their lives for their country, but if you ask them to pay four pennies on the dollar on six-figure income,that's dictatorship! Think of it: The highest tax bracket under Dwight D. Eisenhower was 91% percent. He must be the greatest dictator of all time!"

Sounds like it. Define "greatest". Oh, you LIKE dictatorships. Got it.

I wish it were 4 pennies on the dollar. At a low 5-figure income we get about 20% (that's 20 cents on the dollar for those of you in lala land) confiscated. That's just income tax; not the other 20% or so that goes to property taxes. No wonder I'm in the Tea Party. This has GOT to stop.

"And yet they'll give away (DING) hundreds of billions in tax revenue (ding ding ding!) like it was peanut butter in a roomful of stoned billionaires."

They love the idea that not stealing something is akin to "giving it away". You can't give what isn't yours. Next time I go into the 7/11 for a dollar-fifty burrito, I'm going to remind the proprietor that because I didn't take all the burritoes on the shelf without paying, I'm "giving" them to him. They'll like that. And when I go to the grocery store I'm gonna walk out with a loaded cart and when they stop me I'll say "Hey, I'm not giving this stuff away, pal! You want it, you pay for it!" Think they'll go for it?

"Already again," she says later, "the top 1% of income earners pay about 40% of all taxes." (That's not the right number, but whatever.) But why do the top 1% pay a large share of taxes? Because the top 400 families in America are richer than the bottom fifty percent of the entire country! So of course they pay a big chunk of income tax, even after they're coddled with tax breaks galore.

Of course.

This makes sense to them.

Nuts or not, her ideas are definitely radical.

Definitely. Define radical. Oh, it means "to the roots"? Yes, ok. Color me radical.

The Trial of Henry Rearden

I find it sort of hilarious that McEwan's complaint about the trailers was "blah blah white people, blah blah more white people, blah blah champagne and white people" hehe. I mean, could anyone possibly make the point for us any better than complaints like that? It's almost better than a million positive reviews; it's the perfect complaint.


Atlas Shrugged is out today, if anyone but anyone gets to go see it, I want a report on my desk by the morning please! I can't get out until probably next Thursday, unfortunately - shame, because the cinematography looked excellent and I'd like to see it on the biggest screen there is (they'll be moving it soon enough to the tiny pissant theater sections) plus I haven't been to the movies since Mamma Mia. I just can't see missing this one. I've never read the book so I'm not going to be sitting there complaining about how they ruined it like I do with any other book-to-movie. I don't want spoilers necessarily, but I'd like to know how far they get in the story (like do they get to Hank Rearden's Trial or not?), how many more installments it's going to take, how the acting was, etc. Anything you want to tell me - actually I don't mind spoilers; if you've read the book, all the better. You can tell me if it's way off or if it's unapologetically the same story. I'm truly hoping the latter!

Oh, and here's a great site about it - Gonna go listen to Hank Rearden's voice mail now.

FWIW I reject aspects of Objectivism as morally repugnant philosophy; that doesn't make the entire concept wrong. The last economics movie was Beautiful Mind with Russell Crowe and it sucked (it wasn't true to what he actually developed.) Plus I've talked to that guy - the Princeton guy Crowe portrayed - John Forbes Nash; he's a jerk. He really thinks he came up with something when in fact the only practical application has been to gaming programming. Guy can NOT take criticism.

I'm reading that they got Shrugged *right* and that it's not cheesy, but stylish and excellent. That's what I'm talking about. I also love that they went with people that I've never heard of; are they unknowns? For the most part? That is perfect; that way no one's big personality/ego gets in the way of the story. A bold move, reminiscent of Star Wars. Which also changed the world :)

Great review/synopsis here - Atlas Shrugged - Not Cheesy

Omg; this is amazing! Leaked scene - Rearden comes home. The last bit; stunning! So true!

N: Ninja

That is my mascot; I like to think of myself as a free-market Ninja. I'm trying to get someone to make me one of these to keep; looks like it wouldn't be hard but I am a knitter and just can't sew. So we'll see how that goes. You know who else is a Ninja, although not of the free market variety? Vlad Putin. No, really - Vlad - this guy like wrestles bears and harpoons whales as Obama daintily eats shrimp. Funny account at Big Hollywood.

So what are we going to do about this? We need a hero too. We haven't had a leader with balls that size since Reagan was in office! (Admittedly, Clinton had huge nads too, but it was more the thumb-your-nose-at-everyone in the face of direct evidence sort of balls; look-you-in-the-eyes-and-lie sort of balls. That's not quite the same.)

See, this is why I wanted Fred Thompson. Well, in addition to the fact that he won the economic primary debate hands down. I know, I know, he's controversial even among conservatives but everyone is. But if you're going to end up side by side with this Putin guy in a photo op you're gonna have to have a little bit more than jugears and a teleprompter. At the least, Fred would have met this guy's stare and never blinked. He had the presidential *presence* about him; haven't seen that kind of presence since perhaps Nixon. (Some people would say Roosevelt and they're probably right, but I can't speak from experience there; I'm a tad young for that. Old as I may feel and be.) Is it really too much to expect that a president have a strong persona and fill a room just by being in it? I mean, we're supposed to be talking about the leader/figurehead of the free WORLD here. Hell, Eminem has a stronger stage presence than the candidates in this last presidential election. It's that whole eye of the tiger thing. When you go up against the guy who says "I must break you" you gotta have either someone very warm and genuine like Palin to counterpoint or someone who's BIG (metaphorically) and unafraid like Reagan or Fred.

I propose that we start a campaign to bring Putin over here and woo him with promises of whale hunts and bears to wrestle and Judo cage matches if he'll sit in the next two years for us so we can have someone who doesn't come across like a tiny little appeasing scaredy-cat. At least I'd tune in to watch the guy, even if I don't understand a word he says. Obama's a college guy; he can translate for us. Even if the words "Ve believe in NOTHING Lebowski!" sound a little strange coming from his mouth. Let loose the marmots.

April 13, 2011

Devil Went Down to...

GEORGE?!?! I was just looking for a studio recording of the Charlie Daniels song, and there are a bunch of videos labeled "The Devil Went Down to George". Even listing that as the lyric. What in the hell has the internet done to us??? On the other hand, chicken in the breadpan pickin' out dough. Heh. ETA: Apparently I'm gonna have to go dig out my old album Southern Fried Rock to find a copy with son-of-a-bitch, because they all say sonofagun; even the ones that are funny and spelled right. And I don't want a live version. Off to dig out albums. Now, what freaking letter are we on anyway? I really want to make sure I catch up here. Thanks in advance.


I have got to get my remote. I suddenly tuned my ears in to hear Jon Stewart playing a clip of some guy saying "So how do we reduce the deficit? By cutting spending." End clip and the audience erupts into...hilarious LAUGHTER. I shit you not. Then I looked over and he says "Hey, you know what else would work? Put up the graph, guys..." points to graph, "Getting rid of the Bush tax cuts!" and suddenly the high climbing debt levels back down to 1980 levels or wherever it started. Oh. my. God. WHAT ARE THEY TEACHING THESE MORONS ABOUT ECONOMICS??

Ok, just for my own sanity I'm going to repeat the obvious. You raise taxes (because these are not cuts anymore; they're *rates*) and then assume that profits and jobs and tax revenues are going to remain at their current levels (and even rise)?? IT DOESN'T WORK THAT WAY. Business-killing, job-killing tax increases actually kill, you know, businesses and jobs...thus your rates may increase and your revenues go DOWN. Jeeeezzzzzz forget it; you know what? It's of limited use (because you can't plug in actual numbers that way) but just look up how the fucking Laffer curve works, Jon you IDIOT. Then learn WHY it works the way it does. And then you will realize what an absolute jackass you are, but on the positive side you'll have learned something actually worth knowing. And McEwan had the GALL to call HIM a conservative? I'm sorry, she's somewhere to the left of Stalin - like as far to his left as it's possible to go - so maybe I shouldn't look at her stuff anymore. I just like to keep my friends close and my enemies closer.

Yay, remote - buhbye Jonny; get the fuck off the television. Who let him on anyway?

ETA: Caddyshack uncut! Awesome!

M - Masculinity

If it's cut off, view it HERE

Ok, some of these guys are smirking so wide their faces are cracking apart. They're just taking a piss, right? I mean, they just want to get laid, right?

Also I totally signed up for this site; they say they worship women and thus welcome women to participate. I'm going to tell them straight out in my first post - "I am a woman. I would like to be worshiped. Kthxbai."

Let ya' know how it goes.


Another kitten appeared during the night. This tiny little cat had a litter of FIVE on her first try! Way to go stumpy! (Er, she's missing a leg so we call her stumpy.) They all seem perfect.

K and L - Kittens, Litter

Haven't been able to access the net; guess I flunked the challenge (not that I'm not going to finish in my own way anyhow) but we have a litter of kittens less than 4 hours old right now - a black-and-grey stripey, a black & white, another dark stripey with a patch of orange on top of his head, and an orange with a white face. He didn't seem like he was going to make it at first; we had to break the sac and rub him with a towel because he was so big that by the time he came out she was already pushing out another one and was too busy to get him breathing. Then she wasn't interested and he wasn't suckling or moving much. But now they're all suckling and mama is sleeping peacefully. Naturally she chose one of the master bedroom closets to do it in...I knew it all day; my husband had been so sure she'd do it in the back room but I just knew somehow where she'd end up. And we'll just leave them alone for the night; the little girl did a pretty good job for a young'un; only almost screwed up one of four. The last cat we had that had a litter had no idea what to do and wanted us with her...then she wouldn't even litter train them; just wanted to suckle them all day. But our other cat trained them; it was hilarious. She literally showed them how to use the litter, and taught them how to calm down and not play too rough. (She had played too rough with the last litter until they outgrew her; she didn't see that coming.) But this cat is very smart, I believe, and she's a fierce hunter - just full of cat cunning and instinct. I think she'll do a good job. Once they're on solids that's that, though, so I hope we have fun with them in the meantime. If I get pictures up I'll post them. They're really not cute yet; you know how it goes. In two weeks they'll be adorable.

April 8, 2011

I Skipped F too...

HAH! Every picture of F is some AIRPLANE. Look, you men might like airplanes, but I don't. Except that airplane that does parabolas and thus we are weightless. See, I was saving that for parabolas. But I can never wait, can I? The funniest thing was "Bullshit!" (uh, Penn and Teller). The minute he went weightless, he STRIPPED. No, seriously, he took his clothes off LOL. Because, if you're weightless, apparently you're clotheless too LOL.

April 7, 2011

Seems I skipped E

Seems I skipped E. Isn't that just like me? A redhaired scatterbrain (I consider myself in good company there - two words; Lucille Ball.) Let's see if we can remedy this (though as Phthalo and others pointed out, no one said we had to do them IN ORDER, did they?) E is for cookie, that's good enough for me...uh, yeah, that doesn't work, does it? For E we shall do perhaps Egg. Eggs are wonderful, amazing, magical things. You can take chicken eggs and scramble them, fry them sunny-side up, over easy (my favorite), emulsify solutions, dip your to-be-fried items in them (in preparation for seasoned flour or breadcrumbs) - hell, we did an entire unit on eggs in cooking class. I took cooking class? Hell yeah, I did. You know why? I didn't want to learn to cook; I was HUNGRY. Some bussed-in black girl used to take my lunch money every day; and at home I had (well I described my brother's diet, so you might not wonder, but I might get a bunless hamburger patty - or, worse, one with white bread that the ketchup soaked through to make pink paste) - well let's just say except for Thanksgiving and Christmas I got pretty scant rations. Not because the woman wouldn't cook and serve, but because the food SUCKED.

There are also human eggs...and unlike the stupid Look Whose Talking Two, the tail does NOT enter the egg; the tail falls right the hell off. I was sick of those eggs getting fertilized so I had the snip. And ain't I glad...TWO IS ENOUGH. God bless the people who have a dozen, but I ain't one of them. Uh, where would I put them, first of all?

Eggs, eggs, eggs; use your imagination; you can think of a zillion things to do with eggs or that happen with eggs. So E is for Eggs.

Oh, not to mention there are chickens who lay pastel eggs - Easter chickens! They have golden hair/feathers and they lay pretty pretty eggs. I once read a story where one of those chickens laid an UGLY shade of green egg; instead of eating it, they let it hatch. It was deformed and had a blind, white eye. But then I read it in the Reader's Digest, which ain't so reliable. But apparently that was the sweetest little chicken you ever did see. Ugly as he was to look at. So; Eggs.

How could I skip Balut? Balut is a duck egg (and oh, duck is good) that's half-hatched. They let it go a certain number of days and then they COOK it...in hot sand or something. Then, complete with feathers, bones and beak, they break it open and put a little vinegar on it (to drown the taste?) and you just...eat it. Andrew Zimmern actually liked it...except, you know, those pesky FEATHERS and BONES and BEAK. Now...why not remove the bones and beak and feathers and serve it as a delicacy? Frankly, prenatal duck sounds wonderful. Except that deal-breaking feathers and beak and bones. It'd probably be delicious. Well, except that hard yolk. I don't like yolk unless it's liquid. Ok, eggs.

April 6, 2011

G: Gramma

No, no picture. I looked at that pictures and there's NO picture like her. GULP - gotta drink a BIG drink for this one. How can I describe my gramma? Why would you care? Well IF you care, she was a...as my mother describes her, a "saint'. And a Catholic doesn't say that lightly. No, she wasn't a sain't, she was a human being with her faults and her weaknesses, but she was GOOD. She knew her husband ran around, didn't she? She knew her daughter didn't love her daughter and she knew her husband (who was raising his granddaughter) was a prick...and still she tried to make peace. Every time I hear "Blessed are the peacemakers" I think of her. She TRIED. Succeed? No. But TRIED. I prayed and prayed that I would be a peacemaker....HAHA!!! I TRY. They accuse me of wanting for selfish reasons...SO? I WANT PEACE. I don't give a fuck why.

April 5, 2011

skippped H

Oh, I skipped H. H? What the hell do we do for H? HELL. No hell is NOT uplifting. I promised uplifting - HARMONEY. Here we go,

Hippies! Harmony!/p>


Interview With the Vampire...

Interveiw with the Vampire. Louis is SUCH a liar. You don't know until The Vampire Lestat. And Lestat KILLS Louis. He just kills him. Louis is just such a liar. Almost everything he says is a lie. Louis can NOT read minds and thus he gets EVERYTHING wrong. Why should I care? Because I DO. Lestat is the KING; he RULES. The first four books ROCK. Uh...don't read the fifth book, it blows. But the first four? Oh, read it! Thatisall.

D: Desperation, Diligence, doo-wop

Duke of Earl reunion:

There's my doo-wop section - oh yeah, baby, Duke of Earl, kickin'ass in the morning and taking names in the evening. Now how do you follow THAT up?

Well I guess we move on to "Desperation." It means many things to many people; but I suppose I'm talking about the Stephen King book. It was a new concept in publishing - to simultaneously come out with two books, intertwined, one by his long-dead Pseudonym "Richard Bachman" and one by King himself. So you're not a King fan; you can surely appreciate his innovations in the publishing industry. The two books had identical character names; the Bachman book had been "found" by his widow many years after his "death - death by cancer of the pseudonym" but while they had the same character names they did NOT have the same characters nor the same story. Only the same...flavor. Naturally he put King's name to the better of the two books, "Desperation". What struck me, as always does in his books, is that there is usually only ONE (possibly two) people in the entire cast who find themselves in highly bizarre supernatural circumstances, but only ONE person (maybe two, if the second is retarded) who PRAYS. Contrast this with War of the Words where as one would expect, most of the people find themselves in church praying for God's help. No, in King-world, there's one strange person who prays and believes. Is this realistic? No. Not really. As a drowning man will grasp the point of a sword, people in dire circumstances find themselves saying "Oh god, help, Oh God, HELP!" There are no atheists in foxholes right? (Well, there are, but they're a minority.)

See, what struck me in Desperation was that the one 11 year old believer repeated endlessly throughout the book that "God is cruel." And...well, yeah I suppose he is. Since you're not gonna read it anyway I'll give away the end and say that the biggest atheist in the book left a note for the believer that said, "God is Love." It was...well it was earth-shattering. He IS love. But what we perceive and what we know is often two opposite things. Somehow,somewhere, some way, God IS Love. Don't ask me how; I'm just the messenger.

Diligence? Oh, hell, I wish I could learn it. I was never taught it and I don't know how to do it. So there it is. Hah! I thought I was gonna ace this challenge but apparently I suck at it. But I got a few comments and that's all I ever really wanted so I suppose I should count it a success. Diligence...hehe. ME,diligence. Antonyms. There is an acronym in Lisey's Story called "SOWISA" (Strap on Whenever It Seems Necessary.) There was a time when I could do that. Could that time possibly be past? I'm not even that old. But it's the mileage kid, not the years. Perhaps someday I shall be called on to strap it on yet again. Maybe I'll even be able to. Hah. Lotsa luck.

April 3, 2011

C is for Cookie!

C is for Cookie...that's good enough for me.

C is for cookie, that's GOOD ENOUGH FOR ME!

Yep I've been waiting for like five days to post this. C is for Cookie. That's good enough for me. Wait'll I get to S when I do even better things. C is for CRAZY JOE CLARK!

Crazy Joe Clark. See, my husband and daughter went to work together in Eastside High... a cesspool of a place (Crazy Joe Clark is gone now.) Ok so maybe it's fictionalized - SO WHAT? I saw what he did with that place. And...he turned it AROUND. He flipped that shit right around on them. Got them kids' test scores right around on them. When he went outside after he locked the doors (to keep the drug dealers out). The fire marshall went to the school and chastised the guy - You just DON'T lock the door. Hell YES you do - you keep the drug dealers out and cleaned UP that school.

He stood in the door with a baseball bat and chains and told the fire marshall "NOW I'm BATMAN". Uh, because he stood there with a baseball bat and told them to GTFO. Oh and weren't they after him after THAT. They locked him up in jail. Like Nelson Mandela or something.Poor kids; they only had to pass the MINIMUM BASIC SKILLS test. Uh, they passed. Thanks to Crazy Joe Clark - "Well NOW they can call me BATMAN" because he went out there with a baseball bat. He simply KICKD OUT the miscreants and the drug dealers. Just told them to GTFO and kept the drug dealers and the miscreants OUT. Just chained the doors and told them to GET LOST.

There was one very young boy who BEGGED him...don't lock the doors, kick them out but not ME! I can't go home and tell my mom I got kicked outta school! PLEASE let me in. Joe brought him up to the roof and said "If you're gonna kill yourself DO IT EXPEDITIOUSLY!" Well Crazy Joe was not a cruel man...well yeah he was; he brought the kid up to the roof and said "You do CRACK don't you!" Kid was like, uh....yeah. (He said, well, just call me BATMAN!" uh, LITERAL bat.) He simply wouldn't put up with fuckery! Maybe this should have gone to L. But we wain't up to that yet. That's L. And it seems a long stretch, pal. Lent is a long desert of a stretch. Catholics. Guilt and penance. (I was raised stretch,and it's a long long dry desert of a stretch. Lent is too long. Well, they asked him and he said,"Lent is too long." Well IT IS! Screw lent (apologies to any Catholics; I was raised Catholic. We know GUILT. I had a lovely "counselor" once, and she pierced my soul; she said :You have a lot of misplaced guilt." Uh, yep, I was raised Catholic! Guilt is part of the program.

At any rate,the kid was over-eating on GUILT; good Catholic boy. (I didn't know blacks suffered that guilt.) And frankly I didn't know blacks suffered from it. Guess I shoulda suffered from GUILT. Well fuck guilt. Saved is saved. I've never been able to get the guilt. I thought guilt was ALL MINE. My lovely conselor told me "You suffer from a lot of misplaced guilt." Well I sure suffered from guilt didn't I? (Mom drilled it into me didn't she?) She said most of it was misplaced. And...it set me free. I have suffered from GUILT since day one - misplaced? Are you SURE? Because guilt s seet me up. Guilt? WHY? What in the fuck had I done wrong? I was a straight A student. I never got into any real trouble. So how the fuck was GUILT a part of the equation? Maybe I shoulda saved this for G but...nah. You know why guilt was part of the equation? BECAUSE I'm GUILTY of everything. Who FUCK guilt. Judy told me it was all misplaced. Now WHY did they send me back to my parents? Back in the days when "reunification" was the watchword. I didn't want to go back to a cruel family. But didn't they send me back there. Idiots. Not really because the WERE

Well, they sent me BACK. BACK to those cruel jackasses. "They favor reunification." As IF there was any hope of resolution. They just DOUBLED DOWN. Not that that's saying much. They were CRUEL. They were goddamn dirty DOUBLED DOWN. Nt dather hung up a list of ny punishment. My idiot stepfather made a LIST (which hung over my desk. A BIG list,) A list that I was to follow without question, And it was LONG. I couldn;t see my only source of comfort (grandparents) - OK, she can't see her grandparents. That was the most cruel (but didn't he LOVE cruelty.) He posted it over my desk - You shall NOT see your grandparents. Um, they were my only source of comfort, so THAT was cruel. You can't go rollerskating. (AHHHH!) You shan't do this and you SHALL do that...the fucking list was a mile long. Every week I was "good". Um, I THINK I was. Wipe the table, even your idiot little brother's dried-on SUGAR from his cereal. Do dishes.

I had VERY bad hair - I mean it was VERY bad hair. S the freak. He threw waghter on the hair that I'd worked I once asked him, could we have a new rule? Make S WIPE UP HIS Sugar-soaked cereal just ONCE. He had a fucking fit. And you ain't seen nothing 'til you see that man's FITS. He ..well I guess he beat me didn't he? I don't know why, but he just wet INSANE. He lost it. He droped his basket. He just started beating me.

Yeah, see, I had never defied him in any way; too terrified if his rages. But THIS time, as he's leaning me over my bed and beating my ass, I looked back at him with RAGE. Oh sure, he said "Ok ok, GO AHEAD, GET MAD AT ME!" Well, I did. First time I'd ever done that; I couldn't take it anymore. I hyperventilated and looked at him with utter hatred. I don't think he was expecting that. Hell, **I** wasn't expecting that. I hyperventilated and just showed him how much I hated him. He got cold; he just said "OH YOU'RE MAD??? GO AHEAD GET MAD." I was 13,too old to be "spanked" (if that's what you call it; I still call it torture - I call it...torture. He hit HARD.) and I looked at him breathing heavy and through my facial expression and hyperventilating, and I didn't say anything,but I expressed my hatred anyway. YES I HATE HIM. He had his good points, but beating a child wasn't one of them. He said, "Ok Ok,GO AHEAD AND HATE ME!" Hg=hm that was almost the last. One day he threw water on my HAIR (my most sensitive points - my HAIR.) Apparently my grandmother told him that the doctor recommended throwing WATER on her HAIR...they didn't know my hair was my most sensitive point. I'd been tortured about my hair since grammar school. Or maybe they didn't care.) So the sonofabitch just threw water in my face and in my hair (for the sin of ASKING if my stupid little brother could JUST WIPE UP HIS SUGARY MILK - and that IS hard to get out once it's dried.) Lemme tell you, DRIED sugary shit on the table IS hard to get up Especially if you're twelve.)Um, did I just tell you he didn't beat me? HAH! You BET he did. Cruel fuck. Yeah he sure as fuck beat me.

I called child abuse hotline and asked "Well, if he beats you but it doesn't leave manuy marks,THEN what? Guess what? NO HELP. There's more but I don't have the heart to write it. I might NEVER write it. Well maybe but I'll l'll leave itfor another day; I'm gonna see if Bety Brioderick is on. Hugs,

April 2, 2011

B: Bubblething, Bullwhip, Brother, Barking Moonbats

Bubble thing. I never got the hang of it, but I didn't try too hard either. Good stuff (video.)

I first saw this guy doing bubble tricks years ago in a video at Six Flags and my God is he awesome - he says THIS is what you get for playing with bubbles every day for eight years. And, er, I bet some of the smoke he uses at home ISN'T tobacco, either. Excellent video.

Trivia - the sound of cracking when someone flicks a whip is actually a mini sonic boom; created when the last few inches of whip breaks the sound barrier - over 700 mph. But I still liked it when Harrison Ford just took out his gun and shot the one guy instead of whip-fighting him; biggest laugh of the movie. Oddly, it turns out they DID have a massive fight planned, but Ford has dystentery and said "Look, guys - can I PLEASE just shoot the guy? I'm not up to this." Inadvertently making the movie better than it already was. But then Lucas and Spielberg are basically insane.

Ok so I will do brother then. I had one hell of a family; it was the sport of all three of them to think up new ways to torture me - a group effort; yay teamwork! Shitheads. But my little brother was a character and a half. Uh...yeah they all were, but he took the cake in some ways. I mean what do you say about a boy who carried a pink baby doll to school every day (and everywhere else) until he was ten? Yeah, I thought the same thing. Baby Big Boy, he called it. It had a string and had like 8 different phrases I think. Sure the kids at school ragged on him - so did I. Come on, the kid did latchhook ffs. Ok so it was sort of cute, and he'd been sick a lot as a younger toddler, so one can perhaps not blame them for spoiling him stark raving rotten. But get real...if you have to peel a boiled hot dog and the kid has only 6 other items on his entire menu...all of which are snow white (god help you if you didn't cut off every shred of brown off the dry-ass roasted skinless chicken breast and heaven help you if two things touched on his plate!) then your kid is just a tad too picky. Plain pasta (just salt), french fries - only the middle; ends would be discarded, peeled green apples, white bread with Marshmallow Fluff on it, plain peeled hot dogs on white buns, potatoes whipped until they're the consistency of runny Cool Whip...um, that's about it. Oh, except the popcorn - just dug through and bit off the puffy tops, left all the rest back in the bowl - one time a friend of my mother's dug into a bowl of popcorn only to hear my mother say, "Um, S already ate that." Ew. No pizza, NO tomato sauce, no cheese, no milk (well maybe with Bosco in it) and the ketchup had to be stored in the cabinet (Heinz only) so it wasn't cold. He told every girlfriend that if there were ever to be any cohabitation or marriage, HE would do the "cooking." That's cooking? And I haven't even told you the worst, most bizarre aspects of their unnatural relationship. Just trust me, it sure wasn't pretty, and it was downright horrifying at times. Some lunatic Oedipal thing or something...yeah, I'm not going there; it's too gross and feels too disloyal even if I don't talk to any of them anymore. You know what I like? Christian brothers. And that's every bit as real as any blood ties. (No offense to non-Christians; I love you guys too! ;) ) Over the years my brother-in-law has come to be much like a real brother...took a long time and a lot of patient sowing, but we care about each other. Big confirmed bachelor type, so we're kinda all he's got. And maybe he's all we've got too, since their mother passed on. He's got his flaws, but don't we all? And as Forrest Gump says, that's all I have to say about that. I actually found the doll on ebay once (vintage and everything) and was gonna buy it and send it to him for a joke, but it never worked out. I thought it might be funny for his wife to see his old childhood love :D Ah well, didn't happen. Well...C tomorrow. I got my first word all set up (it's been going through my head for days) but I'll have to think of some other stuff. This is kind of fun!!

And for those of you who hate moonbattery, here's a link to the Barking Moonbat Early Warning System. I prefer to mention the howling at the moon, but this works too. Howl at the Moon.

A: Absinthe, Antarctica, Anarchy

That's what the American Absinthe looks like; it's a snazzy black bottle and was only put back on the market fairly recently...they outlawed it for a long time. Unfortunatelyit's very expensive; - looks like it's gone down some but it was almost 70 dollars a bottle. For the higher wormwood content European stuff, which you have to order from Europe itself, it's more like $300 a bottle. Ouch. So it's been quite some time since I've had it. If you can afford it I highly recommend giving it a go. It's quite unlike any other drink, and the effect isn't really like being drunk; it's more like being in an altered state altogether.

If you DO try it, however, go to the site and see how to properly louche it first - don't make the mistake I did and just drink it. Like the guy says in the instruction video, you'd have to be insane to drink it straight. Now he tells me.

Quite interesting; they provide a little metal strainer which is put atop the glass with a sugar cube on it, and you gently pour a tiny stream of ice-cold water over it...as it hits the liquid, you can watch it cloud up and get thick. You can even by a loucher that lets off a steady stream of water. Good stuff.

Antarctica Condition ONE weather- my god, COVER IT! It's like the passage to hell!

Anarchy? No, not the cookbook, the ideology. I can't tell you how many times I've been accused of promoting anarchy (or, swing the other way and they'll tell you I'm promoting Nazi fascism; either way they get it wrong.) I'm sorry, free markets coupled with common law protections are anarchy? And how exactly did the National Socialists promote either one? The comparisons just don't add up, my friend.