Nov 30, 2008

Warning: Contents Under Pressure

Seems the Office of the President-elect is chock full of stress, and it's taking its toll on Obama. Michelle is none too happy about it, either. It's hard to hide a facial tic on the phizzog of the man who will be more over-exposed by the MSM than even Bill Clinton.

Question: What happens when you shake a Coke bottle?
Answer: Coke spews out everywhere.
And the lesson is: when you shake it up, whatever is in there starts coming out.


How long can the MSM remain incurious about what's in there?

h/t Pat Dollard

Am I hearing things?

The "Mosquito Tone Test" will tell you what you don't want to know: kids have better hearing. And they're way too smart. They have learned to set their cell phones to a 17Kh sine wave tone that most adults (and teachers) over 30 cannot hear. Brats.

I'm not having a problem hearing all the tones on the test, save the one at 16Kh. Jump over there and read the fascinating article and try out the Whipper-Snap-0-Meter. Use the results to your advantage. It's bloggy fun for the whole family and one less thing to argue about.

You really aren't hearing things.

Nov 29, 2008

Saturday Morning Music Jam

The usuals at the Farmers' Market this morning were joined by a distinguished elderly man from England. He created quite a buzz and stir in hushed tones of admiration for his celebrity and talent. Honestly, even in Bluegrass circles there is Anglophile worship. Not to be confused with Anglican worship. He drew a fiddle out of a battered old case and set to with some lovely jigs and delightful tunes, many of them Swedish. He borrowed a banjo and gave a little reminder of where Bluegrass grew its roots.

Then we were invaded by the Germans, who brought harmonicas, guitars, and a concertina! Alas, they knew nothing of Bluegrass or even Zydeco but it was nice to have them along. The casual crowds just loved it all.

The holidays will likely continue to bring all sorts from all parts. Another visitor, a woman visiting from San Francisco, stepped right up and began sawing her fiddle and singing away. An oh! what a fine instrument her fiddle was. The head was a carving of an old bearded man and it had so many delicate flourishes of color and character as to gratify any devotee of the visual arts, much less the ears of those who heard her deft handling of that righteous and beautiful fiddle.

A gentleman from down Jean's way showed up with a bag full of fun in the way of a lovely bodhran, a washboard, and various sets of spoons. Now we're talkin'! He allowed me to admire and then play a custom set of honkin' huge table spoons, set into a wooden block for maximum control. Cajun style. I've only ever played the regular coffee spoons found in my kitchen drawer, so that was a real treat.

I was distracted by all the wonderful new people and their talents, although each kept prompting me to sing louder you have a great voice. Peeps, I just don't know the words, or I'd be wailing, trust me. But it's not the easiest place to learn words, there being no amplification, and no strong voices among the group. Still, my fingers ache and my dogs are barkin' after three hours of non-stop grinning and picking.

What did you do today?

Post Bloat Gloat

It's not like any blogger worth their free wi-fi piracy can actually write anything profound while in the throes of tryptophan poisoning. The bloating belly gives way to the boasting remembrances. I say we have a meme-go-round every Thanksgiving. One big enough to last through Christmas. Any list with a 100 things to tend to is just right.

In case you've been under a rock the last week or so, the idea is to post the list and bold the items you've actually done. I don't know if there's more rules, so nobody's gonna care if I break 'em, right?

1. Started your own blog
. Paging Mr. Duh.

2. Slept under the stars
. Um... is there any place where you don't?

3. Played in a band
. Did that just today.

4. Visited Hawaii. -No, and I spelled Hawaii the correct way, without all the aboriginal accent crap.

5. Watched a meteor shower. Drove way outta town, threw the top back on the Miata and cranked up the heater. I could hear some of them sizzle across the sky.


6. Given more than you can afford to charity
. For too many years.

7. Been to Disney World more times than I can count.

8. Climbed a mountain - Popocateptl in Mexico.


9. Held a praying mantis
 when I was a little girl.

10. Sang a solo
 so low you couldn't hear it. No, actually, too many times to count.

11. Bungee jumped - I've never felt that shared terror is a strong enough relationship-builder. Having kids is much more terrifying, anyway.

12. Visited Paris.

13. Watched a lightning storm at sea. Does outrunning a waterspout while in a 14' wooden skiff 2 miles from shore count? There must've been lighting but I coulda been preoccupied.

14. Taught yourself an art from scratch. 
Guitar, piano, sculpting, painting, blahblahblah.

15. Adopted a child
. Having an adopted dog should count here, right?

16. Had food poisoning
. Shellfish, actually. Very bad.

17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty
. The Washington Monument serves this purpose as far as one's knees are concerned.

18. Grown your own vegetables
. It' Florida. It's What We Do.

19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France
.

20. Slept on an overnight train

. Bucket list item.

21. Had a pillow fight
. Not all that.

22. Hitchhiked.

23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill. It's called a "mental health day."


24. Built a snow fort
. Snow? What's that?

25. Held a lamb.

26. Gone skinny dipping
. More than once.

27. Run a marathon
. Get this damn item off this list!

28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice
 - A trajinera ride amidst the chinampas in the canals of Xochimilco is much more romantic.

29. Seen a total eclipse. Safely.

30. Watched a sunrise or sunset
. On the same day. Easy in Florida.

31. Hit a home run. yeah, baby!

32. Been on a cruise
. Southern Caribbean. Couldn't stop in Venezuela. Too dangerous.

33. Seen Niagara Falls in person.

34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors.
 Germany/Austria is a bit far, and who wants to go to
Ohio?

35. Seen an Amish community
. Lived in a commune, and belonged to a veggie co-op. That's not the same thing , I guess.

36. Taught yourself a new language: Spanish. Fluent.

37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied
. Oh please. Not even Bill Gates would bold that.

38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person
. I saw plenty of leaning buildings in the Zocalo of Mexico City.

39. Gone rock climbing
. Why aggravate me or the rocks?

40. Seen Michelangelo’s David

: Does placing a ten-ton exact marble replica, and helping to scrub his naked ass count?

41. Sung karaoke

. I have, and I'd do it again, but I lack a posse of encouragers.

42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt
. Oh... must everything seem to be a euphemism?

43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant
. And I like paying the toll for the car behind me and speeding away from them.

44. Visited Africa. Bucket list.


45. Walked on a beach by moonlight
. It's Florida...

46. Been transported in an ambulance
. Sat in one for a few minutes after an accident.

47. Had your portrait painted: I did it myself.


48. Gone deep sea fishing
. I love it. Every time.

49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person
. Bucket list.

50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris

.

51. Gone SCUBA diving. Nope. Of all the things God has given me some sort of control over, breathing is my favorite.

52. Kissed in the rain
. Mmmmm....

53. Played in the mud
. Mmmmmm....

54. Gone to a drive-in theater
. When we were little, the local drive-in had a playground way down in front for the kidlets. We'd go in our jammies!

56. Visited the Great Wall of China
. I'd love to see Mongolia, actually.

57. Started a business
. Art studio/gallery.

58. Taken a martial arts class. No, but I can do a very mean wet-towel snap, so back off. I've drawn blood with such, before. 


59. Visited Russia. I've known a few guys in a hurry, however. 


60. Served at a soup kitchen
. And taken Thanksgiving baskets around to poor families in our neighborhood. My dad did it every year and took me along to help. You really must find a way to expose your children to true need, and not leave it to the government's poor judgment.

61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies. 
Two words: Thin Mints.

62. Gone whale watching
. Not on porpoise, but I have seen them offshore.

63. Got flowers for no reason
 which is, of course, the best reason.

64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma
. All my work is in vein.

65. Gone sky diving

 - see Bunjee Jumping.

66. Visited a Nazi concentration camp
.

67. Bounced a check
. Economic bungee jumping!

68. Flown in a helicopter. Saw my house from above. Cool.

69. Saved a favorite childhood toy
. Huh. Never occurred to me.

70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial. Sad, happy, beautiful.


71. Eaten caviar
. My first introduction to the absurdities of the epicurious.

72. Pieced a quilt
. Uh... patched my jeans. A lot.

73. Stood in Times Square
.
 NO. But I've been serenaded by young Mariachis at my window in the middle of the night. Twice. So there, New York.

74. Toured the Everglades
. Did I mention I live in Florida? The whole place is like that.

75. Been fired from a job
. I have fired a few bosses, however.

76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London
 - but I did see Buckingham Palace.

77. Broken a bone
: caught a finger in a printing press. Crushed the tendons around the knuckle.
Still can't bend my finger all the way.

78. Been on a speeding motorcycle
: I was driving. I jumped it on a tall ramp, too. Youth...

79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person
: bucket list item.

80. Published a book

. Lordy Morty, 642 posts in a little over a year. You'd think I could manage a story of some sort.

81. Visited the Vatican. If they'd just put their library online, I'd be content.


82. Bought a brand new car
: never been that foolish with my money.

83. Walked in Jerusalem
. Bucket list.

84. Had your picture in the newspaper: with my panties showing! It was a big deal when the father of eight returned from 9 months of duty in Rota, Spain. I was maybe four years old. I wonder where that picture is?


85. Read the entire Bible… English and Spanish

86. Visited the White House. Too young to remember.


87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating
 and eaten it.

88. Had chickenpox
.

89. Saved someone’s life. No, but I'm certified in CPR so please don't make me have to use it.


90. Sat on a jury
… Seated, but the trial was dismissed. I need to write that story.

91. Met someone famous. Oh wait. He was an impersonator.


92. Joined a book club
. Mom sponsored me.

93. Lost a loved one
. My dear Book Club sponsor...

94. Had a baby: Ouch.

95. Seen the Alamo in person
: from the outside, anyway.

96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake. Salt Springs is much smaller and close by.


97. Been involved in a law suit
. Not yet...

98. Owned a cell phone. Another damn thing to take out of this list.

99. Been stung by a bee. And killed that sumbitch.

100. Read an entire book in one day. Clancy! Every time.

Oh. And I've killed a rattlesnake with a shovel. It's not on the list, but I like saying it.

Nov 27, 2008

Be a Reason For Someone to Give Thanks

I must be getting older, and it sure beats the alternative, but I find myself wondering if long after I have departed: will someone be thankful for my life? Maybe for a particular gift, or action, but also, in an abiding way I would like to be able to know that someone is truly thankful for what I have been, contributed, or done.

It goes without saying that I hope my immediate family is thankful for my presence in their lives. I think on my mother, who was an emotional cipher, who left nothing behind except a tattered string of pearls and a wedding ring, a small brush and an old necklace. And yet, I am grateful for so much that she imparted to me with her ornery ways and unassailable self-confidence around her eight kids-- even when we were having tomato sandwiches and water for dinner. We never knew...she shielded our innocence when young, challenged our maturity when older.

You never know, either, who is watching or waiting for that tangible moment or lifelong connection that lasts beyond a lifetime.

It is such a beautiful discipline of the heart to be grateful and in turn seek to be a blessing. May today be such a moment for you and yours.

Nov 26, 2008

The Middle Class and Captialism: Hunted to Extinction

Sarah Palin, like many others who hunt their own food, is the ultimate conservationist. She will not kill all the moose and caribou in Alaska, knowing that it would not serve her interest in having moose and caribou chili for years to come. And she won't kill the alpha leaders, knowing how valuable they are to a healthy and prosperous population. She is smarter than Pelosi, Frank, Dodd, Reid, and yes, Obama.

But Liberal so-called brainiacs want to deplete your most valuable resource: capitalism.

The middle class working stiff is the most amazing cash crop the world has seen. If you tax them, and the Corporations that employ them, into extinction, which is ultimately the Left's goal, you will be left with very, very rich government thugs and very, very poor peons. That is and has been the norm around the world since time began.

The miracle is not that capitalism works, but that it has been allowed to work for over 200 years, and has generated more real wealth and comfort for peons worldwide. What has stayed the hand of unchecked greed and jealousy until just recently? Any thoughts on that?

You may aver that capitalism breeds the worst sort of greed, but you would be wrong. Greed stands alone as a vice, not as a by-product of productivity and wealth. Cain and Abel. Jacob and Esau. As long as one person has even one thing more than their neighbor, covetousness will be a temptation. I have a neighbor that would throw me under the bus for a parking space near his condo. But the solution is NOT to kill your neighbor or make him lose his job so you can feel better about your penury.

As smart as the smartest person on earth might be, there are certain immutable Truths that even their powerful brain-pans cannot transcend: don't poop where you eat; don't eat the seed corn; don't kill the strongest of your herd, and birds of a feather will flock together--let them. There's a few more, but you get the idea.

You can try and try to legislate morality,or you can hope to at least corral the corruption and wild notions. But you'd better have a firm grip on conserving what is working.

Capitalism is working, whatever else may be failing. The free market is the most fair, unbiased, non-discriminatory and yet ultimate, arbiter of What Works. It always has been and always will. When you legislate it to death, tax it to the extreme, and vilify it as a cultural devil you are literally condemning the U.S. and the rest of the world to untold misery and further privation.

When you undermine Capitalism with government research grants, you undermine the ultimate outcome and success of your ends. I just read a Forbes article on the amount of money thrown at bio-fuels and solar energy boondoggles since the Jimmy Carter years. Not one of them has survived the viability threshold. Dead and gone. Your hard-earned and easily-taxed money bringing NO results. Thank your Congressman, won't you?

The Left sees the Middle Class and Corporate Capitalism as evil wolves at the door of your happiness.

They want the Middle Class to "behave", to shut up, to sit down, and die off, sooner rather than later. Then they can be happy. For a few days. Until their stomach starts to growl and the larder of resources is now filled with with the so-called "thinking class" of government sponges and government programs, but nobody to pay for them.

Pigs get fat. Hogs get slaughtered.

Unless you're the incumbent hog, I guess.

Regardless of what you read in the MSM, you still get the Truth every day, in your everyday thoughts: if it's good, I'll buy it. If it's a better value, I'll buy it instead. Your government, as it sits today, is NOT pro-choice for your simplest needs: education, self-protection, self-direction. The more you vote in programs, sweet-sounding programs, there will be less and less instances of instead. Now there's a flat and humorless place to live: the place of no choices, just eternal government care and rest from any challenges. The Left wants that for you, dear Captitalist.

Sounds like a grave to me.


Nov 25, 2008

It's Been Too Long Since


I gave you pics of the magnificent Pepper Dog. It took the J.R.'s cajoling, and bacon snacks to get her to pose this purty:



The Classic Blue Dog!


Here she is, gettin' her Hope on. Hoping for bacon.


"But I don't want you to point the cell phone at me!"

She'll run away to the porch if there's some sort of hint of nail trimming, or furminatin' or flea treatment. But we prevailed! Poor girl was in pain again yesterday. Luckily I still had the meds from last February. A little anti-inflam, a bit of pain meds, and she's a happy girl, running after the boy dogs and flaunting herself onto her back in front of them. Little Blue hussy!

Yep. She does get around:


This is a pic of the one of the famous works of George Rodrigue.
I think it's tiltled, The Other Brother. You can see the resemblance.

Rodrigue's Blue Dog series is so delightful, as is our own Blue Dog, who never ceases to make us laugh with her funny face and strange ways. She has a mind of her own and pretty much keeps her own counsel about how she feels about most parts of life except, of course, when it's time for the pack call (awooo!), offerings of bacon (wag!), and loathesome grooming implements (hide).

Oh yeah, I saw her do an "armadillo jump" the other day. Something in the marsh was looking at her and she jumped up about two feet in the air and came down hard about four feet into the grasses. She must be part snow fox. "SKAPLOOOSH!" went something really, really big. I strained on the leash to pull her back into sight. It had a very large sound and thumpage factor and I don't wanna know what's living in the marsh just below my balcony. But Pepper really, really wants to find out.

Best Laugh of the Morning

Iowahawk has skewered the headlines this morning. Just go.

Heck, just read the headline, if nothing else. Go.

Nov 24, 2008

I am BEGGING the RNC to Bail Out the Networks with Campaign Money

I vow I will, by all that is righteous, begin donating hard cash to the RNC if they will promise to personally bail out the TVNetworks.

In exchange for broad access to and promotion of RNC educational programming.

The RNC needs to get busy putting together its historic and core message and get it into schools via "educational" programming.

They're only 40+ years behind on this crucial tactic.

More: I've also left this idea at Michael Steele's new website, too. I am dead serious.

Look, with all deference to Mr. Nugent, I'm not ready to "get in my neighbor's face" with Truth until I have somewhere decent to point them to as a repository of it. Mr. Steele is, as far as I can tell, a nice man. He wants all kinds of new programs, doesn't that just thrill you?

If we just must have new programs, how about putting money into things that people will actually, you know, see and hear in their daily routine? Set up an educational foundation for TV Networks that gives them nice cash, provided they hire young and visionary Republican producers, writers, and actors (all guild members, of course!) to produce educational programs, documentaries and such, with a further provision that these same programs be made available to local elementary schools free of charge.

All this "positive message" crap has absolutely no traction without street-level influence. Newt is a tactician. He can crank out street-level ideas by the thousands. Steele is a politician. He has no ideas, so he's asking us for some. Here's an idea: Put money where it does the most long-term value-added, increasing returns good; in the minds of the mindless TV watchers. The TV is a dream machine, and it's been used to spin hollow slave-dreams of perpetual oversight and compassionate "mothering" for FREE! The RNC has NOTHING on the ground that will counter that.

Put some damned money into grant programs for small educational franchises, books, plays, TV shows, community activities that are fun. Stoop down from Washington to raise up the middle class workhorse that has sustained your fine lifestyle for so long, Senators, Congressmen, RNC leaders, lobbyists and other party toadies. Too proud to associate with the middle class? Too proud to teach a child?

I repeat: Think, RNC! How did you get your political ass handed to you?

Nov 23, 2008

Pork Shoulder Roasted in Orange Juice and Coca Cola

Don't be hatin'.

Pork roast stuffed with garlic cloves and infused with coke and o.j. is an ersatz Conchinita Pibil recipe I got from friends in Mexico.

Put a plate of that pulled pork on top yo' head and yo' tongue'll slap your brains out trying to get to it.

Not to mention the baked okra and creamed corn.

Or the key lime pie.


Update: The leftovers will not be relegated to a barbeque-sop. Fresh tortillas, cilantro, onions and a salsa brava topped with a sliver of pineapple will be the eventual bed of repose for the restos. If I don't decide to make them into chilaquiles.

I think I should train for life in Mexico again. If you're not a drug runner or banker, it's fairly safe and actually more pleasant than you can imagine.

Nov 21, 2008

Identity Crisis


Don Surber points to an old favorite bit of blog fun that tells you whether a blog is written by a man or a woman and once again, I am dismayed:

We think http://primordialslack.blogspot.com is written by a man (87%).

Sigh.

A bit more sophisticated fun comes to us via the estimable Neptunus Lex. The Typealyzer does a Myers-Briggs type of analysis along with a brain-pan chart: ISTP:


"Mechanics." I know. I was surprised to see that much bain activity, too.

Just for fun, I typed in the urls of most of the Blown-Eyed Blodgers in both tests. Pretty interesting spectrum of crazy right there. And Rob Smith? God rest your soul, dear man, but yours was certainly the most unique.

Another quick quiz is here, to tell you if you're Left or Right Brain Dominant. Mine came up as Left Brain, 11 to 7, which would be okay if it would just tell me where I left it.

It's enough to make me doubt myself in a serious way. I remember at one job, I had a very nice but totally talkative and innervating coworker. She was one of those who asks you five questions while you're attempting to answer the first one. Exasperation got the better of me and I scolded her with a, "dammit, woman, let me finish one thought before you start in with five more!"

I mean, I can throw out ideas as fast and furious as a pitching machine, but I can't think of ten questions I want to ask most people in a lifetime, much less in one coffee break. How could she keep peppering me? I simply am NOT that fascinating. Not in this blog, anyway!

So how about it? Ya'll go play and see what you find out. Report back.

I'm interested. No, really.

Nov 20, 2008

Catholic School Girl


At the risk of confirming or confusing your mental image of your correspondent, here it is, a pic of me:


In First Grade.

Hard to believe. Even then, you can note the scar over my left eye, bravely earned on my tricycle. It plays havoc with my makeup routine even today.

You can't see the eight stitches under my chin, for which I have no explanation except that I have five older brothers and two older sisters. I'm sure I earned it in battle.

I was a flaxen blonde then, except those dark eyebrows were giving away the fact that by 4th grade I would be a brunette.

My mom taught me how to read at age four, so of course I was the class problem child, bored with the work. I somehow remember knowing everything, and the words to every song they made us sing. Even if they were different than what was on the chalk board. My teacher was exasperated with me. Poor Sister Mary Perpetua!

I only had to write out the Act of Contrition about fifty times and can still recite it, to this day. It was prescribed after trumped-up charges about throwing rocks at the boys or some other pugilistic pursuit. As if!

It's not like I've never posted pics of myself here before, btw. If you put 'em all together you can almost imagine me, all grown up.




Make the Holidays Bearable


I know some of you slackers have family "issues" during the Holidays. You're not fooling me. And the rest of us are facing dwindling resources and vanishing home value just as we are about to celebrate the holy season of Kwanzaa. It's enough to make you ... well, it's plenty of enough.

Time to take action. Buy one of these and just dare Attorney General Holder to make a grab for it. Let the fascists know you're not gonna comply with their demands. Aim it at the television and fire off a few rounds every time some talking head uses the word, malaise.

Best of all, keep whiny nephews and humorless in-laws at bay with some serious firepower that won't land you in jail. Behold the glory that is NERF N-Strike Vulcan EBF:

h/t: Uncrate

I can't think of a better bang for the buck, at $43.00. think of the fun you'll have hunting down lost bullets behind couch cushions, under the wardrobe, in the dog's poo...

Buy one today! Do your part to kick-start the economy and fund my retirement, because I want to pour my 401k stock into Hasbro. They are far more in touch with the national mood than the RNC.

Nov 19, 2008

Happy Birthday to a Good Pirate!


Even though today is Max Hardberger's 60th birthday, I am sure he's not even considering retirement --much to the dismay of scurvy bilge rats everywhere cursing the Good Pirate and his crew. Ha!

If you've not caught my previous posts about him, just click on the links in this post and read all about him on his own shiny new website. Just reading about all he's done and is doing will make you want to sign up for whatever and wherever his next adventure requires.

He's still The Man.

And he doesn't have to dress like a pirate for Halloween, I bet.

Raisin' a glass to your good health, Captain Max!

Smile!



Stolen from The Last of the Few.

Nov 18, 2008

Who said it, Nuge or Newt?

It's a toughie. I'll let you decide:

“I think there is a gay and secular fascism in this country that wants to impose its will on the rest of us, is prepared to use violence, to use harassment. I think it is prepared to use the government if it can get control of it. I think that it is a very dangerous threat to anybody who believes in traditional religion.”

I'm just amazed at finding the phrase, "Homosexual-Mormon War battles" being used in the year 2008. Is this really the moral equivalency the Left wants to champion? Really?

h/t Don Surber

Nov 17, 2008

Dear RNC: Our Troops Know More About "Hearts & Minds" Than You Ever Will

Warning: Vile, disjointed Rant with a Point, I swear!, follows:

I'm no war strategist, but I can plainly see what's working in Iraq. The Iraqis had a many-headed hydra living in their midst and our troops cut it out, one by one and met it with a winning strategy: Nothing succeeds like success.

They met like with like and then went one better and put our money where our mouth is. They rebuilt, educated and retrained a populace decimated by generations of shameful thuggery, genocide, and new insurgents bent on even more destruction. They walked a razor's edge of political diplomacy while sinking .50 caliber rounds into the gaudy palaces and gruesome henchmen of Hussein.

You know, our troops don't especially like being characterized to your children in the public school system as murderers and warmongers, gonzos with guns, or belly-scratchers with bazookas. But they don't let it get in the way of their mission. But, one MSMedia whisper about incompetence, one more Hollywood throwaway line about Republican idiocy, and our GOP leaders start waffling on virtues and looking for someone to love them for who they aren't.

Our valiant troops keep sleeping in the dirt, when they can sleep, eating a shit sandwich (with extra sand) every day, taking the hits, losing friends to bullets and losing friends to specious propaganda-- and they never lose sight of their mission: to WIN the hearts and minds of the Iraqi people. Anything less means they'll have spent their blood for nothing.

The GOP wants to present itself as ...well, what? It doesn't matter. The Left has divided its own strengths among many fronts and has corralled the diverse and vibrant populace of Republicans into a box canyon where they can just nuke the entirety of the conglomeration with one shot, doesn't really matter which: Idiots! Hypocrites! Heartless!

Our troops in Iraq know more about asymetrical warfare against the many fronts of self-interests, desperados and idealogues than the GOP has had time to contemplate. Our troops have to work side-by-side with people of another faith, and realize they can still trust them to have their back. They have to win the hearts of a people who seemingly believe in ancient fairy tales, but are smart enough to see the advantages of freedom. I don't think they can win them over by blaming their problems on their "superstitions". Conversely many Republicans here are now lashing out at religious members for making them look stupid. Well no, Christians don't make the Pubbies look stupid. The way the GOP has failed to understand the makeup of most Christians and most Conservatives leads me to think they are too stupidly unqualified to lead any group that wants to include both.

Our amazing troops have many divisions squadrons, and units, each specializing in unique aspects of the operations in Iraq. The ground forces cannot discount the technical support and the strategists cannot dismiss the intelligence gatherers on the streets of combat just because they don't have a college degree. The GOP's biggest weakness is its vanity amongst the tuxedo set in DC and the tweed set in the Ivy League campuses. These RNC leaders are doomed to take it in the ass and not even get a reacharound. Our troops would never settle for such hollow victories of vanity, not when there's blood on the ground.

Moreover, no matter what a troop believes, they still want a chaplain to pray over their dead, to beseech blessing, to ask forgiveness, to minister healing. Big, brave men and women in touch with and unashamed of their need for something intangible. There may be atheists in foxholes, but I imagine even they do not begrudge a religious solace in such extremities. But the GOP has quietly begun to shun the media- projected idea of how the "Bible Thumpers" make them look. They make them look unenlightened.

And we can't look unenlightened while the Titanic sinks, can we? We can't lose our precious sense of Self. Why, we're Rugged Individualists who don't want to be tread on! Please, that deck chair is out of place and is harshing my political mellow. Could you please just ... remove it? There's a good chap!

The GOP leadership really is stocked with idiots and short-cutters and politically expedient whores who have no more an idea of how to save the Ship of State than how to field dress a moose.

And Mr. Steele sounds like Obama, lots of flowery prose and no real ideas with feet on them.

Our troops will be returning home soon. I'd nominate almost any 20 year-old Logistics Specialist with 18 months' experience on the ground in Iraq to be my next local, state or a national executive before I'll vote for a stupid overfed, vain Party Faithful. Such a kid would know in practicality what Republicans have rejected ever since Reagan: that hard work and hard cash on the street wins the day.

The Iraqis were in a state of political and economic decay. It was expedient to some that Iraq stay that way and that's where the force was necessary. (Don't think the Dems are opposed to force, btw.) But the morale and spirit of the Iraqis had to be preserved and nurtured.

Our military leaders know that you put money on the street in the form of renewal. So where was the GOP funding for street-level lawyers to come in and fight for Small Business being swallowed up by Federal legislation? Why have they been giving our money to the indolent and willfully stupid while forcing Republican families to sacrifice their kids on the altar of public education and child care? Why are we funding any sort of state-sponsored research when we say we believe in the power of the market? Why isn't the GOP funding kids' programs to run on PBS? Where was GOP grant money for smart young minds to be training young kids with dreams of creating something useful and exciting? Why isn't somebody insisting on Math instead of statistics?

And why are the middle class treated as social pariahs by the GOP Godhead, and left to spend their last farthing defending themselves from onerous tax codes, health plan rules, and politically correct quotas? Where are GOP-funded repositories of lawyers who will work for land rights and fair values, a sacred tenet of freedom? Where is the GOP money for Idealism outside of the box? Why, its all out there defending CEOs who abscond the last of widows' 401ks, and make calls on vaporous debt leverage.

Fuck 'em all.

Look, we won in Iraq without overwhelming the population with immigrants or new babies. We did it with Community Organizers--With Guns and Money. Long before the opposition quit with the bullets and bombs we started throwing more money at the street level than the government-sponsored insurgents could match. It's not old-fashioned, direct-opposition warfare anymore, people. Wake up.

Obama beat us with Community Organizers and more money at the street level than the GOP is prepared to spend, and more than the average working Joe can counter with time and effort. Now the winning Dems only fear the guns we rightfully possess, else why the need for a domestic "security" force? Even now, they know not to let up. The heel is not yet uncomfortable on our throats but have no doubt that that is their goal. That's what winning looks like. Heels on throats. Confiscation. Punishment and rule.

I never want it to come to that.

But I will eat sandy shit sandwiches, lose sleep, lose friends, and spend my last dime before I'll resort to violent offensives. If I have to meet unasked for violence with violence, so be it. Depend on it. But this is not a call for anarchy or offense. It is a cry for real leadership.

I'd rather my political leaders understood the times we live in. We have one hope of herding the cats that are the Republicans: Either we all do our part and swallow a bit of Self to work together, or we tribalize and work to create a consensus of the Least Common Denominator that we can all agree on without losing our precious sense of Individualism and smug vanities. Either way, pick three or four abiding Truths and work for them and not against each other.

Seriously, I hope we can one day elect one of our newer military leaders to office. Talk about an executive under fire from all sides: cut budgets, upgrade, protect assets, regroup, retool, rethink, plan the logistics, diplomatically please all, shut out the Media noise, and relentlessly pursue victory.

Yeah. My grandmama wants to fly jets. You wanna lead the RNC? Show me you got what it takes.

Nov 16, 2008

The Indoctrination is Worse Than You Suspect, Mr. Steyn

Here's a "commercial" we were treated to in the theater today. It was before the actual film trailers, in between a Dove soap ad that we paid for, apparently, and a WalMart/Coke ad that we also subsidized with our ticket purchase. Once you see the movie, you'll see that this commercial picked the Bond movie just to make sure a new generation of Bond fans remember what's important. Or some shit like that.

But this really nukes the fridge, to be so politically subjected to patent "equivalency" programming after you paid to see an effin' movie. Maybe you should wait until Monday to watch this, because it sure made me mad to have to sit through it:

I'm sure your kids will be watching this during class as part of some sort of Earth Day observance. Centralized, national campaigns in education, in concert with the MSM and Hollywood, lead to very effective national campaigns for public office, non?

I am absolutely loathe to embed this again, but it's an effective reinforcement of the danger of letting someone else have your kids' minds and hearts. And yet, you still feel the MSM induced stigma and fear of being perceived in the same "ignorant" lump of drooling Bible-thumpers and Latter-Day harems if you kill your television and home school your kids. You are sooooo screwed:


Oh ho! A sweet palate cleanser, courtesy of QP, in the comments.

Quantum of Daniel Craig : Updated

Orders have been issued: We go to see Bond today. I hear it's a movie with a buncha violence and action. Whatev. I pretend that's what I'm interested in, too. Uh-huh.

Updated, no spoilers: Lots of action, too many short-cuts with the action, however. Herky-jerky camera work and 2-second scenes keep you from engaging too deeply, from buying into the scene. Some of the hand-t0-hand really was some of the best action. If the intent was to keep viewers a bit emotionally removed, to parallel the protagonist, well it worked. Which means you leave the theatre feeling just the eensy-est bit of an idea of something missing from the formula.

Don't misunderstand: go see it and see it on the big screen. It's very enjoyable and well-paced. The plot... eh... paper thin, but who cares. It had very, very few 'moments" and even fewer lines. The intelligent dialogue from Casino Royale disappeared with the writers' strike, I guess. Even a correctly done flashback to Vesper, to connect him to his loss and motivation, would have added some emotional depth. But I'm a girl. What do I know?

For the ladies, I don't think there was enough of Bond in a tuxedo, but I'll temper that by saying there has never been a Bond who could wear jeans quite so well. Rowwrr!


Jim Treacher Boldly Goes Where No Reporter Has Gone Before

Jim is on effin' fire and now all the pretty girls are once again asking, "Mother May I?"

Bill of Fare at Treach's Place: Succulent morsels of piquant observations have been the offering at Jim's place this past week. I'm still all aglow with the lingering sweetness of his Bill Ayers flambeau.

It's all good. Go have a nice Sunday Scroll over there.

Answer-key to Post-Election Questions

The Good News: All those questions I was badgering you with last week?

Mark Steyn has answered them for you. You gotta love it for being so succinct:


That’s the problem, and pulling the lever for a guy with an R after his name every other November isn’t going to fix it. If the default mode of a society’s institutions is liberal, electing GOP legislators eventually accomplishes little more than letting a Republican driver take a turn steering the liberal bus. If Hollywood’s liberal, if the newspapers are liberal, if the pop stars are liberal, if the grade schools are liberal, if the very language is liberal to the point where all the nice words have been co-opted as a painless liberal sedative, a Republican legislature isn’t going to be a shining city on a hill so much as one of those atolls in the Maldives being incrementally swallowed by Al Gore’s rising sea levels.

However the election had gone, conservatism’s fractious precriminations – David Frum vs Tony Blankley, Mark Levin vs Peggy Noonan – would be set to continue. But the lesson of the last grim year is that it’s not merely about candidates or policy or electoral strategy. We have to get back in the game in all the arenas we’ve ceded to liberalism – from kindergarten to blockbuster movies.


The Bad News: It looks like a lot of work. And no mention of guns and other shortcuts.


Nov 15, 2008

Ambidextrous Ambitions

I'm completely off the Right/Left political hay-wagon. More on that later. Right now, after a day of managing a garage sale (not a smart idea this soon after surgery) and a long soak in the hot tub, and two haymaker-strength hi-balls, I'm done. I'm in the mood for ...input.

Your turn: What are things that most everyone can do just as well with their left hand as with their right?

Nov 14, 2008

The Sun Also Rises at 7:55 p.m.

Godspeed to our latest Shuttle crew! Already in orbit by the time I post this.

The J.R. and I sat on the balcony looking south. A smattering of clouds hovered over the horizon and we counted down. Suddenly, the clouds lit up as though the sun was just underneath them and we held our breath and waited for the first sight of the bright, orange fireball and long golden tail to reach up into the dark night.

Some kinda something. It never gets old.

Nuke Your Next Cocktail

Some people are so anal retentive detail-oriented that they are incapable of splashing a bit of this and that into a glass without first consulting five different online bartender sites. For these wonderful folks who deserve all our respect, I present to you a fitting offering for the Holidays, non-Holidays, Winter Solstice, or whatever the politically correct crowd will allow us to celebrate this year, (I'm guessing it's Kwanzaa).

I think I'll buy one just to properly celebrate Iran's eventual acquisition of the Bomb:


h/t: UnCrate

Objectivity III

Are these people doing anything that bothers you?

At Palm Springs' City Hall, a seat of local government, there is a protest demanding that the State recognize a religious rite to be extended to anyone, regardless of what they believe. (Nevermind that Marriage is none of the State's business to begin with. But that's for another post.)

A counter protester with a large cardboard cross is also there, expressing support for one of the many religious institutions that have upheld that particular tenet and rite of their faith.

She has driven and incited them to riot merely by her presence. She is very powerful, no? They are very frightened and oppressed, it seems.

Would this scene have been any less dismaying had she merely been carrying a cardboard poster without any symbols on it? Only to a lesser degree, I think, in that the posters and placards represent another Holy Tenet: freedom of speech. Which we ALL used to agree on.

Hmmm... perhaps they are parallel in some deeper way than we know.

Stay tuned and stop whining. The rest of the world has been hammered by this sort of subjective and objective training for far longer than I will subject you to it.

But if you want Conservatism and Freedom and Small Government, maybe now would be a good time to consider what you're asking for, what you're afraid of, whom you will work with, what you will and have accepted, what you won't accept, who you won't accept, what frightens you, and lastly, what sort of objective iconoclasm you have bought into as, Good for Reasonable People and Quite Necessary if We Want to Get the Job Done.


Just... be careful. That last step's a doozy.

Nov 13, 2008

Wherein Newt Gingrich Agrees with My Assessment of the Situation

Newt Gingrich:

“Wal-Mart doesn’t get ahead by attacking Sears but by offering better value.”

It's still remains to be seen what "better value" looks like, how it will be packaged, what its advertising will accomplish and how it will be widely distributed.

We're only a generation or two behind. We'd best get on it, hadn't we?

h/t Don Surber

Seasons' Greetings and Have an Objective Christmas

I was going to post this long excerpt a while back. Today's news offers a fitting moment.

Yes, Virginia, you have been exposed to a long and time-tested experiment in objectivity:

[...] Now whereas Jane had abandoned Christianity in early childhood, along with her belief in fairies and Santa Claus, Mark had never believed in it at all. At this moment, therefore, it crossed his mind for the very first time that there might conceivably be something in it. Frost who was watching him carefully knew perfectly well that this might be the result of the present experiment. He knew it for the very good reason that his own training by the Macrobes had, at one point, suggested the same odd idea to himself. But he had no choice. Whether he wished it or not this sort of thing was part of the initiation.

"But, look here,' said Mark.

"What is it?' said Frost. "Pray be quick. We have only a limited time at our disposal."

"This," said Mark, pointing with an undefined reluctance to the horrible white figure on the cross. "This is all surely a pure superstition."

"Well?"

"Well, if so, what is there objective about stamping on the face? Isn't is just as subjective to spit on a thing like this as to worship it? I mean--damn it all--if it's only a bit of wood, why do anything about it?"

"That is superficial. If you had been brought up in a non-Christian society, you would not be asked to do this. Of course, it is a superstition; but it is that particular superstition which has pressed upon our society for a great many centuries. It can be experimentally shown that is still forms a dominant system in the subconscious of many individuals whose conscious thought appears to be wholly liberated. An explicit action in the reverse direction is therefore a necessary step towards complete objectivity. It is not a question for a priori discussion. We find it in practice that it cannot be dispensed with."

Mark himself was surprised at the emotions he was undergoing. He did not regard the image with anything at all like a religious feeling. Most emphatically it did not belong to that idea of the Straight or Normal or Wholesome which had, for the last few days, been his support against what he now knew of the innermost circle at Belbury. The horrible vigour of its realism was, indeed, in its own way as remote from that Idea as anything else in the room. That was one source of his reluctance. To insult even a carved image of such agony seemed an abominable act. But it was not the only source. With the introduction of this Christian symbol the whole situation had somehow altered. The thing was becoming incalculable. His simple antithesis of the Normal and the Diseased had obviously failed to take something into account. Why was the Crucifix there? Why were more than half of the poison-pictures religious? He had the sense of new parties to the conflict--potential allies and enemies which he had not suspected before. "If I take a step in any direction," he thought, "I may step over a precipice." A donkey like determination to plant hoofs and stay still at all costs arose n his mind.

"Pray make haste," said Frost.

The quick urgency of the voice, and the fact that he had so often obeyed it before, almost conquered him. He was on the verge of obeying, and getting the whole silly business over, when the defenselessness of the figure deterred him. the feeling was a very illogical one. Not because its hands were nailed and helpless, but because they were only made of wood and therefore even more helpless, because the thing, for all its realism, was inanimate and could not in any way hit back, he paused. The unretaliating face of a doll--one of Myrtle's dolls--which he had pulled to pieces in boyhood had affected him in the same way and the memory, even now, was tender to the touch.

"What are you waiting for, Mr. Studdock?" said Frost.

Mark was well aware of the rising danger. Obviously, if he disobeyed, his last chance of getting out of Belbury alive might be gone. Even of getting out of this room. The smothering sensation once again attacked him. He was himself, he felt, as helpless as the wooden Christ. As he thought this, he found himself looking at the crucifix in a new way--neither as a piece of wood nor a monument of superstition but as a bit of history. Christianity was nonsense, but one did not doubt that the man had lived and had been executed thus by the Belbury of those days. And that, as he suddenly saw, explained why this image,though not itself an image of the Straight or Normal, was yet in opposition to the crooked Belbury. It was a picture of what happened when the Straight met the Crooked, a picture of what the Crooked did to the Straight--what it would do to him if he remained straight. It was, in a more emphatic sense than he had yet understood, a cross.

"Do you intend to go on with the training or not?" said Frost. His eye was on the time. [...]

"Do you not hear what I am saying?" he asked Mark again.

Mark made no reply. He was thinking, and thinking hard because he knew, that if he stopped even for a moment, mere terror of death would take the decision out of his hands. Christianity was a fable. It would be ridiculous to die for a religion one did not believe. This Man himself, on that very cross, had discovered it to be a fable, and had died complaining that the God in whom he trusted had forsaken him--had, in fact, found the universe a cheat. But this raised a question that Mark had never thought of before. Was that the moment at which to turn against the Man? If the universe was a cheat, was that a good reason for joining its side? Supposing the Straight was utterly powerless, always and everywhere certain to be mocked, tortured, and finally killed by the Crooked, what then? Why not go down with the ship? He began to be frightened by the very fact that his fears seemed to have momentarily vanished. They had been a safeguard...they had prevented him, all his life, from making mad decisions like that which he was now making as he turned to Frost and said,

"It's all bloody nonsense, and I'm damned if I do any such thing."

When he said this he had no idea what might happen next.

-excerpt from That Hideous Strength by C.S. Lewis


Nov 12, 2008

The Armadillo Party


I think that the Armadillo is what I have in mind as a fitting mascot for a new political party.

Have you ever dealt with an armadillo?

Possibly, you've startled one and seen it do its famous defense move by curling into the biological equivalent of a bowling ball. You may have dealt with one, but they rarely pay much attention to "dealing with" you. They're mostly a live-and-let-live critter. Unless you're a noisome little insect. I think that makes them Free Market, Small Government, States' Rights supporters.

Curling up into a defensive little fortress of armored plates just makes good sense when the Media is out to play gotcha, make you answer questions that are patently stupid, or generally try to get you to talk. Who needs talk? Who needs answers? Why explain anything? Being physically unavailable and hiding the soft underbelly isn't a cowardly act, but a brilliant tactic. The ADHD Media simply skulks away looking for livelier prey. Like... a possum playing dead.

The times I've ever encountered an armadillo, and here where I live you do, they have jumped straight up into the air and then taken off for parts unknown. I remember once, as a girl, my brother grabbing hold of an armadillo's tail. It was pretty pointless, as the varmint completely ignored my brother, kept his forward progress by digging in the enormous claws and kept moving towards his only escape route: the river. It really didn't matter how we tried to torment to little guy, he just had a goal in mind and pretty much was unmoved by our efforts.

We finally let him go and watched as he paced himself evenly in his haste. He jumped into the water from the seawall and proceeded to swim with great alacrity and aplomb. (Armadillos are good with words that begin with "A" apparently.)

I remember watching the old Wild Kingdom series. Marlin Perkins' sidekick (Jim?) once tried to capture a giant armadillo, the kind found in South America. The damn beast pulled him along and began to dig a burrow and pull poor Jim into it. Quickly.

You gotta admire that kinda focus and determination. "You keep bugging me and I'm taking you down with me, sucker! You'll never see the sun again!"

Plus, an armadillo is Jeff Goldstein's muse and "printer's devil, " moving about Jeff's blog and generally drinking his weight in tequila, only to stubbornly remain irascible and curmudgeonly. A mean drunk. The 'dillo perfectly reflects Jeff's fine sensibilities and rock-steady reluctance to give a flying 'eff about what others think.

It's shown itself to be a sturdy, unchanging creature throughout the millennia. If you can just keep it from crossing the aisle to look for grubs and hormigas, it can easily avoid becoming political roadkill.

(That little leprosy problem is totally curable these days, too. Honest! I read that in People Magazine, I think, just last week. In the doctor's office. Yeah, that's right... )


Bucaneer? A high price for corn.

Whoa, I just got back from grocery shopping. A simple can of corn I needed for a recipe costs $1.50.

I'd like to thank all the ethanol-huffers for that brilliant bit of sticker shock

Peanut butter? I didn't qualify for the loan.

Bread? Almost $4 a loaf for my favorite whole grain. I demurred. Bread is overrated after all.

I'm talking store-brand prices on these items, not the premium trademarked versions.

The clerk saw my eyebrows locked in combat and asked if he could help me find something.
"Better prices?" was my sad reply. We exchanged furtive, sympathetic glances as I cajoled my embattled cart around the endcap full of BedHead supplies and onto new price horrors.

I thought Halloween was only two weeks ago.

Heigh-ho. I had a pleasant exchange with my favorite check-out clerk, both of us agreeing that a flat, fair tax would be so much better for the economy, which of course made us both stop, give that, "yeah, right" look and then continue with the bloodletting.

I have no idea how much I spent, but I did reward her with one of my favorite gifts, a shiny gold pirate doubloon. She's earned it, over the last few years of dealing with my nonsense.

If you can't beat the economy, refuse to be humbled by it.

On the bright side, chicken leg quarters were 50 cents a pound. Roast chicken dinner for four, for under $5 dollars! Which is filling the Pirate Palapa with the smells of garlic and home and everything that's better than politics.

Live well, me hearties. If only to exasperate the the 52'ers.

First Volley: My Letter to the RNC Chair

I sent this last Sunday night, before talk of Newt or Steele taking over. I'm not especially proud of it, but if I waited until I could pony up politically correct and decorous salutations I don't think I'd have ever sent it:

RE: Do Not Resuscitate

Dear Mr. Duncan:

The Media has successfully branded the GOP as the Idiot party and I finally agree with them.

I don't want to have to rewrite it all, so here's the links to my blog appeals for everyone to let the beast die.

Note especially the younger Republican women in this discussion, too.

I really don't care if you read it all or any of it, because at this point, I don't want to help the GOP revive. I've mourned it, I'll miss what it used to be, and I'm sorry you have to preside over such a zoo.

The Republican Party has been the absentee father to its family, a pretty nice group of folks who used to love it and just wanted some respect and recognition for those of us not in the Beltway and Media bubble.

I do know how to write a more respectful letter, but I'm too... I just don't care. It saddens me. And being nice and respectful loses wars, whether they be real battlefields or the fields of ideas. So I guess this will just have to be what it is.

And it can only be one of two things:
1.You are not afraid for your country, you are afraid for your jobs. I think the current "trend to spend" proves this.
2.You want to do the right thing, but you are cluelessly out of touch with your base, and have lost your vision.

I hope to God in all sincerity, you, or the incoming chairman can prove me wrong. But I've been hoping that ever since everyone kicked Newt to the curb.

-Joan


Nov 11, 2008

Political Energy Conservation

Political Things you won't find here:

Railing against Obama. Useless.
Pointing out every hypocrisy of everything Obama does. Waste of breath.
Surprise at anything Obama says, no matter how outrageous.
Pointing out every hypocrisy of the Left. Life is too short.
Gasping dismay at the latest unimaginable outrage from Congress. Too predictable.
Surprise at the government theft of liberty or 401ks or personal wealth.
Excitement about the latest GOP strategy. Shoes without feet.
Excitement about the latest GOP leadership. The GOP is dead. Even Newt knows it. Even Sarah has hinted at it.
Anger at McCain's strange sense of proportion. Waste of emotional energy.
Political Correctness. It's so ten days ago.
Railing at the stupidity of the electorate, Democrats, the Media, et al.

So. What's left?

In light of everything that is and will come to pass since Nov.4th, what do you have personal political control over?

(I know. We were all hoping that Newt or Sarah or Rush will save us. Admit it. The temptation to seek an easy Messiah is a universal constant. )

But the easy road has already been taken by the Dems and the GOP. Besides, it's not our way, no matter how tempting at times. So, I'm asking you (and me) again,

what are we prepared to do to propagate our Ideals and ideas to an infantilized generation?

If all politics is local, then that makes our part a bit easier while greater minds than yours or mine struggle to put a fine point on What Went Wrong. Oh please.

A thousand points of pious armchairing won't move people out of theirs.

Look, I like my guns as personal protection, but I really don't want to have our political quandry come down to Katie Bar the Door.


Do you?



Wherein I am the Worst Mother-In-Law Ever.

November 10th was the 1st anniversary for the newlyweds. Yesterday. When did I remember it? Today. About 4 hours ago.

Totally went past me. I can't explain it away or excuse it. I totally adore my shiny new DIL as my few faithful readers know. And I couldn't be prouder of the life the young ones are building together, as they catered their first official soiree in the chi-chi town of Charleston, to much culinary success and accolades.

Fortunately, I'm good at groveling. Besides, we all know we spend more on guilt-gifting than those self-righteously organized and thoughtful types.

Plus, nothing like setting the bar low for my DIL to live up to...

God continue to give you joy, dear ones!

No. You Have Never Seen a Blog Post Like It Before

I'm not quantifying it on any scale of funny/serious/happy/sad.

It just... is.

Too Bad Employers Don't Have Resumes, Too

You know, when a woman of my years and executive experience deigns to work in exchange for very small peanuts and a bit of breathing room while I'm recuperating from a long illness; and pushes hard to do an unheard-of excellent job for her boss; to know that the office manager and the real estate franchise owner think I'm the best she's ever had and they love me and my work; and to know how many before me have walked away from this young and very aggressive woman who is a leader in every area of her field, you'd think she'd learn a little respect and human warmth for such humbly happy employees such as I.

I needed further training in a matter that I did not grasp, and asked for same. But no, she had to treat me like some sort of five-year old and begin scolding. Even when I politely but firmly pushed back, in defense of my human worth and lack of training in things I can't possibly know, she just had to go freakin' crazy-bitch on me because she is, you, the Princess. Like something out of a movie, off-the-charts ...wait! I know. Like Sigourney Weaver in Working Girl. Surreal.

Seriously though, she was already getting a bit of a complex about her inability to keep good help. This morning I decided to reaffirm the problem, and help her see that after so many, maybe SHE is the problem.

Nah. I am sure I am as expendable as the next. Either way, the end result is a Good Thing.

Note to small-business owners: Don't EVER back a good employee into a corner so far that the only recourse is to walk. Unless you just have an endless supply of same.

Which explains why I'm blogging at 12:39. What's your excuse?

P.S. Yes, I know that makes for let's see... art gallery, social services, real estate... three jobs this year. This pirate town is a piece of work. I'm ready to go work in the big city up north again. I've never seen anything like this place.


No, They Don't Talk About It

[This is a re-post, with a bit of new info at the end.]

I've known this man and seen him at family reunions for the last 28 years. I never knew more than the fact that he served during WWII.

The Jolly Roger remembers that his uncle would use that scrawny arm and hand to grab the sides of his knee and squeeze until the JR hollered "uncle!" Little did he realize that his brave uncle was showing off the strength of an arm that had been blown to bits...on Normandy Beach. At that link is a great, and human story like so many others of his generation.

Update: In the last year since this was posted, the J.R. has discovered that his family members are bona fide Sons of the Confederacy and Sons of the American Revolution, a fact that he has found some pride in, now that he's no longer a long-haired, FM-type, dope-smokin', car-racing, redneck-hippie [yes, I have been a wonderful influence on him, thank you veddy much!].

It's not so much having a certificate of membership into a club. It's having a vital legacy of diligence, honor, duty, sacrifice.

God Bless our veterans on this, and every day.

Nov 10, 2008

The Accidental Copy Writer

I casually tossed around a perfectly fine descriptive in my comments, and it has been stolen by the inimitable LibertyGirl.

But, she's welcome to it, since I threw it her way.

Because , if you ever need a cathartic session of Political Paintball, she's your gal. Go visit and make sure your computer screen has a nice layer of Teflon.

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Other good resources: Jim Ryan has a nice couple of blogs and he has graciously linked me in the last couple of days. For good commentary on philosophy, catch his Philosoblog. But even handier is his other blog. For days like these, you may need to bookmark The Founders' Constitution.

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And if you haven't seen the video of the "ready to rule from day one" gaffe warning, Pamibe's place has the vid and a recalcitrant attitude to go with it. Her commenters are turning into a buncha pirates!

Oh hey, here you go: Postcards to the new President

Face it, my fellow self-sufficient, conservative, hard working, small government compatriots, the ENTIRE WORLD is right and we are wrong.

Which suits me just fine.

And looks mahvelhous on you!

We happy few.

Nov 9, 2008

Shut Up And Drive

I'm saying it again, It's not for the weak minded or self-interested to uphold our Founding Ideals.

And it's not for the faint of heart, either. Please, if you love your country, kick these men OUT of office as soon as possible:

[h/t to The Box.]


"There is going to be, I think, a willingness to try and get things done," Representative Eric Cantor said. "But at the end of the day I think you will see a Republican Party in Congress serving as a check and a balance against Mr. Obama's power and Speaker Pelosi's power."

"It's going to be a cheerful opposition," said
Rep. Mike Pence, R-Ind. "We're going to carry those timeless principles of limited government, a strong defense, traditional values, to the American people."


Uh, yeah. I'm just giggling with cheerfulness because I'm not burdened with a lifelong government pension to fund an exquisitely comfortable retirement like they'll enjoy. Don't feel sorry for them or yourself. Get busy.


Dear Congresscritter: Start driving this damn bus of State, and don't look back. You think Obama even cares one whit for what anybody thinks? Don't talk to the Media, don't bother with analyzing Obama, don't bother with pointing out hypocrisy, lies and injustice because check this out: unfortunately, nobody cares. Does it look like someone does? Besides the choir?

Meanwhile, if I haven't driven just everyone away by now, go take a look at The Drudge Report headlines, in case you've already started to relax after last week. It'll tense you right up, guaran-damn-tee it!

Have you written the RNC chairman yet? Were you nice? Go back and try again. Nice won't keep you safe.

Get a vision, grab the wheel... and drive. Don't let any Politically Correct Stop Sign make you even tap the brakes.

Look, the Constitution is usually pretty tedious and mysterious to the dull and incurious-- you know, all those facts and "negative rights". Stopping long enough to explain what should be obvious to reasonable minds is just a waste of breath and kilobytes. Organize, group up, get a plan and get out there. You can explain it all to them when we get there and they find they still have personal property, free speech and are safe from their caring government.


The American Party needs you!
(Heh. That oughta piss off the Dems!)


In the fiscal meantime, my 401k is now a 201k. Damn!

"Sleep well, me blog hearties. I'll likely kill you in the morning."

Let's see now... where are we?



h/t to Catfish.

Nov 8, 2008

Grumpy Old Men and Stuffy Old Biddies


I had this blog post title in mind a few days ago, but Lindsy Graham beat me to it. But his cheerful little bit of thoughtful self-examination sounds like someone coached it to him. I like my version better.

BTW, The montage at left, are all pictures I found on the first page of a Google search for each of these so-called Republican leaders.

Meanwhile, in an earlier series of posts I have eulogized the Republican Party and posted D.N.R. orders for the doctors. I'm sure they're not impressed by my post, but they sure are stepping all over each other to be the first to say they see the problem.

I am doing my best to beg you not to revive the wrinkly old Pachyderm of Politics.

Because, like it or not, it's past saving. Just take a look. It doesn't matter what you see, this is what the Media, the Internet and the politicians themselves have created.

I know. You think you see someone there you like, don't you? Romney. Maybe. You're still afraid of being called and idiot, aren't you? You still hope we can pull this off without a lot of personal investment. Please just let someone else see to it... We'll see.

Moreover, there seems to be an agreement of experience among many women bloggers who have found that they either don't fit in with the stuffy old crabcakes at most Republican Women's Clubs or are plainly rebuffed. Over at Dogette's, go read, and tell me if you think there's much left to save. Not of our Ideals, but of our ideas and the people who put them forth.

Nothing Left to Lose

Our Republican leaders have held onto power by scaring us, telling us we don't want to see a Democrat majority with a Democrat President. So, we keep on re-electing them, fearing third-party Ross Perot losses to Clinton-like candidates. And the Old Guard refuses to yield any real voice or power to the younger pups who I believe are every bit as smart when it comes to what is True. They may be green on how to leech more cash from lobbyists or taxpayers, but that's not exactly a strike against them. Well hello, the Democratic majority is here now. And the Big Dogs are toothless to stop it.

It's time to put every single Republican leader on notice: you're out. This will accomplish one or two things: They will know they are toast and will man-up and do whatever it takes to assuage their Base. Or, they will pander even more with empty promises to you and very fat promises to their lobbyists and other freeloaders. But wait! Your part here is important, because no matter what sort of backbone they exhibit at this point is too little too late. You will thank them for their late efforts and politely kick them to the curb. Hard.

And that means the doors will open for younger Joe Citizens to fill those places. Fer cryin' out loud, look at some of the dimwits (certifiable, not just a jejune insult) on the Left side of the aisle. Our Constitution is actually, you know, right there for new leaders to read and learn and defend. They don't need to be lawyers.

Honestly, it took Robert Byrd until age 95 to step down and the Democrats are going to replace him with an 84 year old. We should be able to use that to some advantage, don't you think?

Also, when was the last time you ever saw any sitting Republican politician call bullshit on the Media's lies, right to their faces? Do you really want to resurrect tired old leaders who have played the game way too long and now look like The California Raisins, or would you rather populate your Congress with smart, savvy younger folks who don't mince words? Exhibit A: worth every minute of your time:




An Alarm Clock for the Bitter Clingers


First of all, I think this is genius. Sheer genius. The only way it could possibly be better is if you could program it with the most obnoxious voice in your life, be it boss, in-law, outlaw, politician, whomever:



You have to wake up enough to (put on your glasses, first), find the remote, and then aim it rather well to get the damn thing to stop.

I really do mourn the fact that it is not programmable. Damn! What could be more satisfying than starting your day with a nice, well-aimed, STFU? I can understand the safety reasons for not shaping it like a gun. That would be fun, but ultimately dangerous. Especially in the hands of Liberty Girl, whose rant today is as delicious as it gets.

Besides, as many times as the J.R. has pointed theTV remote at me and clicked it, hoping for a change of channel...

Funny, though, I play that STFU game with the television remote all the time. If I had that alarm clock I'd program it to tap into the morning newscast, because I'm sure the Obama Overexposure will be almost as painful as the Rachel Ray apocrypha of Food Network shows.

h/t to The Presurfer

Nov 7, 2008

Interlude: A Case of You

On the occasion of her 65th Birthday, today. Her voice has such a bell-like quality and she employs soaring, acrobatic runs of melody!. And this is such a pretty song. Forget her politics or mine. Enjoy her music and her art:



A Perfect Storm of Dead

This is the Requiem.

What Bright Shining Thing do you, as a Republican, have to offer to 50% of the population that is going to sound better to the hypnotized masses than: FREE!
Hmm?

People are mostly motivated by fear, because their imagination can easily grasp the concept: Fear of Rejection, Fear of Abandonment, Fear of Need. You feel it, too, just reading it. It's visceral and real and it's Today and not tomorrow. Now. Reward that fear with an easy freedom from it, and you've got yourself some kind of Real Power. Magic.

While the far left fanned those fears of wants, needs, and health, it worked on the vanity and insecurities of the Republican leadership along with the Fear of Appearing Unfair. Oh, they played you rubes coming and going!

Oh, my poor, pitiful Republican rank-and-file!

What reward is there in being a Republican?

Years ago, I went to join my local Republican Women's Club. What a Garden Party of bluebloods and butt sniffers! I told them I wanted to work in some meaningful way. I kid you not, they asked me how big of a check could I write. I was hounded for months before I told them the gruesome truth: I dont' have any money to give, just my good willingness to work. The phone calls stopped. That was about six years ago. Sarah Palin never stood a chance, either.

Dead from within. Attacked from without.

That is what killed the patient: a Hydra of many biting, hateful heads. You there, working at your desk, on your farm, in your stores.... poor slobs, ya never had a chance. You strike at one head, and ten more were already waiting to spring out of the stump, and some of them were Republican and looked like they maybe smiled at you before cutting you off at the knees.

The Media, Hollywood, online entertainment, your checkbook, Educators, Lawyers, Judges, and you too busy working to stay afloat to even know what kind of Judges are in your own community, much less the Supreme Court. Too busy to even know your neighbors, too busy to notice your young and what their hopes and dreams might look like after they've watched you slave away for so little.

Steven den Beste, who I adore, is wrong.

If you read and take comfort from his latest article, you have succumbed to the smug temptation I spoke of in the first of this series. People will not see the Beauty of your politics. The Media will not give up sweet, sweet power. There's too much reward in it. People do not naturally gravitate to things that do not have a reward factor. The Media knows this, and while we've been celebrating its supposed demise, it has gained more power than ever. It will not let it go, not when it sees that it, too, now has a mandate of at least a 50% share. Not a bad market share to hone and cultivate. Did you see just how fast Fox News reorganized itself for sweet access?

The Media paid good money for access in Iraq while Saddam was wood-chipping his detractors. It was ever only about money and influence. This same Media will vilify your politician for trying to gain political access in hope of having some sort of influence for future good. And they'll point out to you that your intentions were as theirs. You can't fight that. Because who are you to say what's right? Because your teachers taught you that you can't know what is right.

You can't even write about it in a short essay. It takes Bill Whittle-length essays just to catalog the Hydra's many faces.

Until we know how really, really killed we are, and our Outer Husk has receeded back into the dustbin of history, we will be soooo tempted to keep saying stupid things and proffering old stratagems that look new. Let's bury it together, mourn it, miss it, and then find where its Spirit went and build something new.

But honestly, your kids are talking like the ghetto rappers, dressing like dead Victorians, or crying their eyes out in Emo-parties. They can't do fractions, read, or even understand the basics of economics or politics. But they sure feel good about themselves, having never been tested in any field of life, not even in sports, they have never tasted real defeat. Many of you reading this have never really, really hit the bottom of your political will.

What do you have to offer the fearful?

It's a tall order. I'm up to it.

Nov 6, 2008

If It Isn't Dead, Should We Kill It?

Melanie Phillips is providing insight from the British side of politics:


The challenge for conservatives on both sides of the pond is to find a way of conserving the essential values of Western Civilization and defend them against the onslaught being mounted against them both from within and from without — but to do so in a way that is generous and big-hearted rather than narrow and sectarian, and embraces rather than repels.


Ah, there's the rub. No matter what you propose about Conservatism, someone will feel slighted and left out, disenfranchised or marginalized. You can't put forth Conservative principles while pandering to the me-first fears of folks who like to live outside the so-called Conservative norm.

Nevermind that you don't care what folks do in their bedrooms or with their leisure time and money, if you don't actively build it up as Important, you will scare away certain fiercely independent individuals who center their entire identity on being Who They Are. It's another subtle victory for the Left, another fear-mongering that has been ingrained. You will lose your Self!

So you either must decide to include their narrow agenda, which feels nice to do, but if it pulls apart the Central Ideal, you will lose focus. You can try to woo the fiercely independent types but you can't depend on them. They are extremely valuable if they too, can make a bit of a sacrifice for something better.

The very nature of Rugged Individualism dooms the Republican Party in a post-modern age. And the Rule of Law has been supplanted by Situational Ethics... which were taught to you by very good teachers who were excited by this new educational tool. What is right? It depends.

Such a subtle, insidious little fox has corrupted what was so simple and pure: Right and Wrong.

Who are you to say what is right?

You have no answer to that, because we no longer agree on Absolutes. Even within our own party.

Relax and let the Left's victory do its work. As a Republican, you can embrace the deconstruction of your Party and the mockery of your Ideals, and look around at the pieces and find what is worth salvaging and what you will fight for.

The Republican Party has become an old woman who is motivated by fears of how it is perceived, now that its best days are past. A bit more of this, that, and the other will somehow "youthen" what is hopelessly out of touch and beyond repair.

Let it go.

C'mon, CSI Fans, Examine the Cadaver

Don't make me stop this car!

If you don't believe it's truly dead, you can't deconstruct the elements that led to its demise.

Disease isn't pretty. It's usually offensive, and nobody wants to be told they should have smoked less or exercised more.

Don't get offended or assume I'm advocating a Christian Right, a Skinhead Reproduction Revolution, or a Garden Party Party.

You can do this... c'mon. Examine the facts and ask simple questions. Occam's Razor applies here.

If your ideas are superior, how do you prove it? How did your party leaders fail to prove it? Why are you still a Republican? What can you do to reproduce your ideas?

It's Not Dead, It's Pining for the Fjords

Nope. Still dead. Stop propping it up on its perch.

"But it takes two incomes to survive."

"I'm a working mom and my kids turned out all right. We sent them to the best schools."

"Home schoolers are nutters who drown their children in the bath tub. No, no, we would look like idiot mouth-breathers if we home-schooled."

"But I'm a teacher! I do a good job and your child is safe in my classroom. More's the pity that you parents are idiots. I resent your comments!"

"But I'm a Republican representative who has worked hard within my party!"

"What are we supposed to do, sacrifice our comforts for Freedom?"

"I don't wanna spend time with my neighbors. They're idiots."

"Church is for idiots. I like to worship at home, God is everywhere, isn't He?"

"Do I have to?"

"I can't justify bringing children into such a world as this."

"Rush Limbaugh knows what to do. He has a plan for the Republican Party!"

"Well, we need more perfect, morally pure, blameless, upright candidates who are Christians!"

"Tax cuts make sense. Why don't people understand that taxing a business is a tax on the consumer. How hard is that to see? Surely that must resonate with 18 year olds. Right?"

Uh, yeah. Thanks for playing.

Still dead.

It's Dead, Jim.

The Republican Party. (Wait! Get back here and sit down, dammit. You need to hear this.)

Surely, it's no overstatement to say it committed suicide at its highest levels, and you know the military adage about striking the head, so... yeah. Dead.

Good riddance, I say. But hang in here with me.

It cannot and must not be resurrected.

Know what else is destined for the dustbin? Conservatism. (As currently derided and defined.) Dead and gone. Lemme 'splain:

We have lost the field of ideas while touting Ideals. Here's the setup that the opposition has very astutely arranged and that the older members of the Party cannot see:

Republicans are idiots.

If you try to swim against that immensely popular and now-ingrained cultural idiom, you will lose again and again. The delightfully puerile and simple satisfaction that unthinking citizens find in calling another citizen an idiot far outpaces the tedium of understanding the race-baiting slander, the selfishness slander, and God help us, economics and things with tangible realities.

Idiots.

It sticks very firmly to the insecure minds that have no time to sort out the complexities of Truth. It carries with it all the adherent needs to know... and ironically all they don't know. Let's encapsulate all of the opposition into one powerful, iconic word: Idiots.

Already, Obama's I.Q. is being paraded around the Internet. Look, Pubbies, doesn't that seem familiar? Democrats are smart, urban, hip, and relevant. Republicans are old doddering fools. It's repeated over and over ad naseum on every television show,movie plot, and commercial as a throwaway line nowadays. What, dear friends, is your strategy for overcoming that?

Fear and Loathing

Nothing, not even skin color, is more feared and hated than the label, "stupid." Chris Rock says not one white person would trade places with a black man. I'll go him one further: not one black man would trade his place for any color if he had to carry the label, "stupid idiot" around with him.

Nobody wants to be seen as stupid. Not even people with very high I.Q.s can quite shake themselves from the fear of being perceived as one point less than they possess. Mensa membership is soaring! It's safe in the Ivory Tower. Far above the moose-hunting rabble.

If "progessive thinkers" want to kill children like Sarah's little Trig, what hope have you of overcoming that sort of fear and hate?

Years ago, you could dismiss a rival as an idiot, but thinking people knew it was a desperate volley and that you were just out of ideas. This is no longer true. Hollywood and the media have erected an Ivory Tower of Hate and you, my thinking friends, are the target of their Hate.

You selfish, greedy, bigoted Idiots.

And so we are left only with, Elitists, as a comeback... which used to be the Democrats' line against Republicans until they found out that trickle-down economics really do work, and they lost members. So they dumped that insult ages ago. But to fling elitists back at the Democrats merely affirms their opinion of themselves. It's not like they don't know how to play this game.

The poor Republicans cling bitterly to Ideals while the devil plays havoc with the Truth. You can't blame the voters, who are your neighbors, for believing a lie.

The devilry comes in with rejecting the Truth. Folks who do this are called congressmen.

Tell me, Republican Party leaders, how you are going to enter into the twisted world of manipulators who understand how tender and fragile the Truth is in immature minds, and shore up the Republican "brand"? Indeed, you entered into the chamber of horrors and went along to get along. It's not for the weak minded or self-interested to uphold our Founding Ideals.

You can't. Your brand is lost, like GM and Ford. Not for want of truth in those who still uphold it, but for want of mobility. It's in the very nature of one who conserves, to be rather complacent, if not smug, in the time-tested Truth of their stand. "Surely everyone can see the beauty of Truth and Freedom, all we have to do is show them."

No. When the most Beautiful and Redeeming Truth was in play 2000 years ago, it had a bad run-in with the local unions who saw their franchise threatened. So the Truth went underground, as it must today. More on that, in another post.

Think, Idiot Republicans! How did your ass get handed to you? It started two generations ago with the dissolution of the family unit. Women left their homes in droves and relegated care and education to the State.

Even Bill Ayers learned his lesson: direct and violent opposition will not win the day. You must subvert the Young. Because if Idiocy is the nadir of their fears, Education is the zenith of their hopes. Nothing is more shameful and horrifying to the America imagination as stupidity. That is how stupid educators gain power over your pocketbook. You are too busy earning a living you stupid idiot, so that you can hand it over to the teachers. Now, get out there and work, dammit! We need your taxes!

You are NEVER going to turn that tide of working moms. Give it up. Perhaps the Conservative ideal will become bright and shiny again, when more women realize how they've wasted their best God-given energies in meaningless menial jobs when they could have been home, shaping a nation. What do you think the non-working welfare moms have been doing? Why would they want to give that up for a data-entry job? Hell no. In their communities and at their churches, they've been shaping a generation. Two generations. Ingrained now.

The only way to turn it is to create a new generation. This is something the Good Old Boys refuse to do. Like paternal units who think children should be seen and not heard, they ignored fresh young faces and propped up someone who was, "due their turn." Republican leaders have become the absent fathers of their Party. They live in D.C. and forget their constituency and take them for granted. They never win back any concessions for their hard-working citizens, just go along with the federal leeching to prolong their careers and line their pockets.

You wanna revive that?

Until Conservatives are finally willing to give up the golf game for the church picnic, and the wave-riders and snowmachines for extra time at home and with neighbors, the insular nature of the Individualist Conservative will secure its demise from the national stage. I'm nothing if not about choice, but if Conservatives aren't having kids, then why should they be surprised if their numbers are decreasing?

Meanwhile, back in Washington D.C., there is nothing more pitiful than watching old lions who refuse to yield the scepter to younger men and women who understand their own place and time.

Idiots.

Nov 5, 2008

Never Has a Dollar Afforded So Much Amusement

Velociman is having a raffle.

It's not for everyone.

For the record, I am so grateful for the funny that I may just buy a few tickets.

And pray I don't win.

Post-Election Fantasy and Other Merriment

Oh, come on now. I'm allowed a bit of melancholy and bitterness after several decades of being called selfish, racist, stupid, cyprto-nazi, and having having my religious choice vilified and mocked in every conceivable way by the Left. Nah. It never hurt my feelings, and I never wanted revenge on the Left for taking my money and spreading it around to moralizing busybodies and their clients.

But I'm over it. I'll be up for misbehavin' after a short fall-back and retrenchment; a respite from the fray.

So. As an antidote to the useless balm I touted yesterday [memo to Sean Malstrom: keep your day job.] I offer up an atoning bit of mental political fantasy from elsewhere:

If you think people “need” to be punished, in whatever way, because they have too much or make too much, you have to leave this country. This country is supposed to stand for certain things, and if it stands for certain things then it can’t show hospitality to people who are passionately opposed to those things. You can’t own slaves here, and you can’t work toward overthrowing capitalism here.

The House of Eratosthenes, is a nice little political bistro and I thank the SeaBlogger for pointing us to him. I don't know who he is, but his writing is top notch and quite satisfying on a morning like today. "When I Start Running This Place" is priceless. It should be considered a "base" to the toxic acidity of bitter acrimony, race-baiting and institutionalized theft we are about to be subjected to.

Oh? You thought that having a half-black President would cure all our ills and guarantee better treatment from our *ahem* moral betters? As I commented elsewhere, the gorge of racism is never satisfied. Ever. If it's not an item of reality, it has to be invented, else from where would lesser men anchor their power? In a better idea?

Pouty people whose ideas don't work--if they worked, the world would flock to them--must invent a ruse, a power base for their insatiable need to "show us" what we're missing.

Well, I can't wait to see what we've been missing.

Go for it, Democrats, race-baiters, union thugs, teachers' unions, and government charities. Oh, and the whole World.

Let's see what you got, that's better than what we had.

******

Meanwhile, go visit the link and be refreshed. Number 39 is especially delicious and funny. Come back and tell me your favorite item from the list.

U.S.A.: 1776-2008

It was a fair run for a good experiment.

Too bad for the rest of the world, which enjoyed our fierce preservation of freedom. It made it easy for them to be reckless idiots with their personal freedoms. You should have never mistaken Euro-Socialism for a "superior world view" but recognized it as the naivetee common to children of privilege.

No. I'm not leaving my country. My country is leaving me. Little by little. Line upon line. Precept upon precept, it is changing.

Little foxes. (Go read your Bible, bitter clinger!)

I blame the MSM for complicity in becoming an de-facto political action committee. Orwell couldn't have scripted it better.

I blame the Republican Party which has gone along with this for the past eight years, perfectly setting the stage, lulling more citizens into the soft womb of government care. Not for love of people or country, or even philosophically, but for personal financial gain.

Unredeemable bureaucrats, every one. I'm done with the Republican Party. Hopefully, Sarah Palin and Ted Nugent will run as the Moose Party in 2012.

Everyone is saying, "congrats," as though the mountain of illegalities and flagrant law-breaking is "politics as usual." Well, maybe in the New America it will be.

I lived in a Third World country for five years. The Socialist politicians grow very rich, but a curious thing happens: the people grow very poor while they enjoy endure their free healthcare and government issued milk and cheese. The trickle-up economic theory doesn't work. The black market thrives and becomes the wildest and most unregulated of business models and the anarchists are left with nothing to do.

It's your country now, voters. Enjoy what you make of it.

I won't. Forgive me for having a memory of Camelot*.

*****

*No, not the JFK permutation of that fine Ideal. Although, "Ask not what your country can do for you..." was another fine ideal until LBJ decided to fund all the folks seeking to "do something" for to their country. With my money.

Now Shall We See

Now, let's see what kind of man Obama really is. Without all the illegal props.

Great campaign, Obama. Nightsticks, Black Panthers, funny money, and ACORN is all it took.

Nov 4, 2008

0% Precincts reporting in PA and Fox calls it?

Hold, dammit!

What else are you going to do? Sit around and watch Dancing With The Stars?

I'm sorry to be such a happy warrior in a sea of Eeyores, but really. If you believe exit polls, what fun are you going to have tonight?

Enjoy the battle! It's LIFE we're engaged in!

Now, go. VOTE!!

Jimmy Carter Finally Becomes Invisible

Prediction:

No matter what happens today at the polls or tonight in the streets, there will be no denouncement of voter fraud from the MSM, from Obama, from Hollywood, Jimmy Carter, or The World. (Eff' the World!)

That little bird flip of Obama's from yesterday? I totally buy that as Hate Speech. Intimidation.

Night-sticks and Black Panthers? No denouncement from Obama or Oprah or Jimmy Carter. I wasn't allowed to have a weapon near the polling place, why should any citizen?

Not the first cry of disenfranchisement from our former President, in sympathy for the citizens of the United States who were denied their vote.

And not one network will seek out the Nobel Peace Prize winner, the man from Plains.

At last, Jimmy Carter is irrelevant to the MSM.


Comfort Ye, My People

This article by Sean Malstrom is what you are looking for this morning.

[Update: Rush is practically reading from this article for his show today.]

[Update II: Mark Steyn is quoting this article, too.]

Dump everything else you thought you might need to read today and for the love of all that's Good and True, don't listen to the cocoon-based pollsters.

Listen to an expert who has listened to you.

It's an extremely readable article full of so many goodies you'll think it's Christmas.

Okay, one quick peek:

This election has been the strangest one I have ever seen. It started off with conservatives fearing and despising Hillary Clinton (they’ve always hated her) as she made her climb for the White House. Yet, now, conservatives and Hillary Clinton voters are campaigning side by side. Gay activists for Clinton are campaigning side by side with fundamentalist conservatives against Obama. In Pennslyvania, as I’ve said before, the phone banks and people in McCain offices are democrats. While it is usual to hear the fringe of one party to describe the opposing candidate as evil incarnate, the PUMAs have the strongest language for Obama beyond the most right wing conservative. “He is a proto-nazi!” they say. “Do you really believe that?” I ask them. “Yes. We do.”

There are some new political symbols appearing. The PUMAs have adopted the cougar or bobcat as their symbol. The Palin conservatives have adopted the moose (could this eventually replace the elephant?)

Election night will be very long because pundits will be stunned at what is going on. They think this is already over and election night is just a coronation. All these electoral map projections and polls, yet votes weren’t cast yet.


*****

Undying gratitude and tip o' the hat to Ace.

Nov 3, 2008

How Big are McCain's Balls?

McCain's big swingin' pair are so so enormous that it takes one empty suit, $600 million, the entire MSM, all of Hollywood, and the entire rest of the world to prop up that empty suit, and Obama still can't pull away from the McCain Train.

That's a pretty effin' big set of apricots, if you ask me. Damn!

It ain't over until you give up.

It's Quiet Out There...

...too quiet.

Has the blogosphere exhausted its spleen, having vented it to the point of collapse? Or are we all gearing up for 2012? Ack!!!

*****

You know where it's not quiet?

At the polls.

I voted last Thursday, in this podunk pirate town, and at 2:30 p.m. there was a steady stream of voters. Non-stop and in high dudgeon. The poor poll workers were frazzled and overworked. If you're waiting until tomorrow to vote, you're likely in for a long wait.

As it was, it went smoothly: I.D. verified, (a "racist" practice, I'm sure) paper ballots, felt-tip pens, printed receipt with my signature. Like anybody's going to actually double-check any of it if Obama wins Florida. Bring back single-day voting, paper ballots and add "purple fingers" I opined at the polling place.

This brought frowns from a large assembly who arrived en masse to vote. Nice to see the community organizers are spending my money as it was intended. Nice to see poll-watchers there, too.

Nov 2, 2008

Pens and Swords and the Cost of Ink

Just got back from Wally World where you can buy important essentials like Bubba Burgers and ammunition. The clerk tried to interest me in a shotgun while I was there. I declined, but must say I did like the sound. And he liked making it. It made some shoppers nervous, but it made me grin.

Anyhoo, 100 rounds of .38 and 50 rounds of .357 set me back about $60.

Ink jets for my HP printer set me back about $60, too.

I dunno. It made me think of the pen being mightier than the sword, but led me to ponder the efficacy of both in the coming Obamalypse. I'm leaning to the .357 over the HP57.

Hell, I'm just eager to show that I'm ready to be a marching member of the Civilian National Security Force. Sign me up, I need a job with benefits.


Nov 1, 2008

Updated: "Civilian National Security Force"

SHOCKING. Just when you think he can't say anything more frightening. This is real, and it should stop you in your tracks; Democrat, Republican, Independent, Media, everyone. Let's put aside our differences about who is selfish or overpaid or undeserving, and let's agree that this is the worst idea to ever be uttered seriously on our soil:


He's already guessed that our Armed Forces won't carry out his Almighty and Unopposed Will, so he wants friendlies in his corner. Down the line, we'll have a Civil War to rival them all.

Even scarier? The people present seem to know what he's talking about, not surprised or even asking for an explanation.

Who the hell is this man listening to, that would tell him such an idea is good for a Republic?

h/t to the SeaBlogger, who rightly calls it "Obamilitia."


Meanwhile: Yes, I'm unafraid to link the Vman, who nails it rather succinctly.

Mike Wilson says his fashion sense has no room for an armband. Heh.

Peggy Noonan must be drinking heavily tonight. And Chrissy Buckley, too. Have they bought into "access" the way CNN did in Iraq? Are they listening to Wagner as they slip into a blissful unawareness of their weakness?

Update: Looks like Obama's "force" already has its first bit of hardware:

The Newest Google Plane is a Fighter Jet.


Some of the Wealth Got Unexpectedly Spread My Way

I made ten bucks today by playing my guitar! More than I'll ever make writing, I'm sure. Heh.

I didn't expect it, so it was a nice surprise when all the pickers and grinners added me to their tip-split at the end of the morning's small jam session.

Amazing to me, that folks are so generous in hard times, and are grateful for a little non-political entertainment. No views expressed, just a bit of fun music. The way music is supposed to be.

Sure, I've been a paid musician before, on a more regular basis. But this was a nice little recognition of the fun and serendipity of musical jam done solely for the joy of it, and sharing it with others for free.

Got to sing a little, too. It's just my third time with the group, but they're good folks and great musicians who seem to have accepted my talents as part of their group.

It's always good to have a skill to fall back on. And untraceable cash donations!