Christmas Greeting From A Great President Past

Since we'll never hear anything like it now, here's one for the ages: If it's cut off, view HERE

Could Have Been Yesterday...

Stephen McCarthy of Xtremely Un-PC and Unrepentant (blog link on the roll) tipped me off to this cartoon that's making the rounds. The faces have changed, but the truth hasn't. This could have been written yesterday. We've known it was coming - why haven't we stopped it in all this time? Why have we allowed ourselves to be boiled in the vat of creeping socialism all along? Only now to have the BIG GUNS released in one fell swoop? Intelligence agencies destroyed and now useless, nationalization of everything, impossible and outlandish spending...well read 'em and weep. Click to embiggen.

The text reads as follows:

The banner across the top reads: "Planned Economy Or Planned Destruction?"

The bottle in the fist of the college scholar shouting "Whoopee!" is labeled "Power." The sign below them reads: "Young Pinkies from Columbia and Harvard."

The sign at the back of the wagon, below the drawing of Wallace shoveling money out, reads: "Depleting the resources of the soundest government in the world."

To the right, Stalin says approvingly, "How Red the sunrise is getting!"

And the piece de resistance: To the left is Trotsky (where else would you expect to find Trotsky?) who says, "It worked in Russia!" And on the poster he's creating it reads: "PLAN OF ACTION FOR U.S. --- Spend! Spend! Spend under the guise of recovery - Bust the government - Blame the capitalists for the failure - Junk the Constitution and declare a dictatorship."

I'll leave you to consider what's going on and where we are headed with this. We've taken it slow but we're there now. The beast is loose in the streets of Nazareth, the rats are in the corn...and God knows what rough beast, its hour come 'round at last, slouches towards Bethlehem to be born.

The Source of AGW FOUND!

It's Tom Daschle's fault!

Tsk tsk tsk. Not only does he blow smoke up our asses, he blew a ton of smoke into the atmosphere. HE KILLED THE POLAR BEARS!

Unintentional Hilarity

It's a little late for tears, ISN'T IT BARBARA!? If it were just the horrid narration, it would fall a little flat, but it's much more.

We start off with the young slattern, Barbara, bawling her eyes out while the narrator berates her mercilessly. Then starts 14 minutes of relentless Barbara-bashing, detailing painfully just how every single aspect of Barbara's being is wrong, socially unacceptable, and icky. Her obsessive-compulsive neighbor, Helen, is held up as the acceptable, approved version of girlhood. Barbara is informed that her every single day starts out WRONG and goes further wrong from there...and that all her neighbors are laughing at her for it.

Some of it's just too funny - her sweater has "spots" on it - try a huge 7-inch diameter gunshot stain directly at the neck. Instead of grabbing a different sweater she ineptly covers it with a scarf, except she's so stupid she keeps letting the scarf hang to the side so everyone can see her filthy top. Oh, the shame she's bringing to her mother.

Then she and Helen get invited to the popular girl's house for an after-school get-together; they both pretty much wet their pants at the prospect, but this is clearly not Barbie's crowd. These girls are sitting around knitting, discussing literature and high culture, while Barbie sits around pondering how not to gouge out her eyes at the prospect of what her future looks like in Stepford. She plans how she might bomb the men's association building before she forgets the meaning of the word "archaic" and doesn't bleed next time someone stabs her. Her sense of boredom and impending horror grow until, beaten by the fact that not one of these kids is anything less than anal-retentive and obsessed, she goes home to weep at what society has wrought.

In the end she is admonished to "root out the poor accidental habits and establish in their place the good habits approved by custom, accepted by society" and that is the final straw. She dutifully picks up her discarded robe, and turns out the light, then begins planning.

Tune in next time when Barbara turns on, tunes in, drops out and joins the counterculture, returns with a fully-automated Uzi to shoot up the school and the ladies' society luncheon, starts a co-op and learns macrame, and eventually fully self-actualizes in "Looking for Mr. Goodbar."

Barbara and her life-partner now