October 30, 2008 - October 23, 2008
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
AS THE DAYS DWINDLE DOWN....
No, I'm not predicting. Just
suggesting a possibility that can't
be ruled out. McCain by a landslide. It's a way of realizing just how
aberrant the current situation
is with regard to the press and the polls.
With the mainstream media openly rooting for Barack Obama, we can't
trust the usual media outlets -- meaning the only ones who are capable
of doing actual reporting,
whether they do it or not -- which also means that we would have no way
of knowing it if this race had turned dramatically around since the
advent of Joe the Plumber, voter registration fraud, Biden's curious and reckless moment of
honesty about the risk of electing a neophyte to the presidency, and
the rumblings from Pelosi, Frank et al about the tax-and-spend agenda
of a congressional supermajority. All of these constitute what would, in other years, be called damaging 'October Surprises'. But not this year. Unless they are and we just don't know it. How could we?
Well, we'd have no way of knowing it without the polls. But here's the
most, maybe the only, interesting statistic
about the polls:
[T]he rising number of refusals — those
who refuse to
participate in telephone polling — make the predictive value of
electoral polling more questionable than ever before. Michael Medved
said that some pollsters report refusal levels as high as 80%.
80 percent? 80
Who is it that's refusing? People who have figured out that the MSM has
replaced all actual reporting on Obama with space-fillers and
propaganda about how McCain has already lost the election? Maybe. Refusing to
participate in the creation of poll stories that have obviously become a camouflage for the absence
of stories about Jeremiah Wright, Bill Ayers, criminal campaign fund-raising
schemes, and Obama's clearly Marxist bent may represent the only form
of resistance left to an electorate that's learned even speaking out
against the One is to court the smear of racism -- and worse, if Joe
the Plumber's experience is any indication.
Various political experts, including conservative bloggers, have been
pooh-poohing the McCain campaign's Joe the Plumber fixation,
specifically the "I'm Joe the Plumber" spots the McCain camp doesn't
really have enough money to blanket the country with.
But what if ordinary Americans don't even need those ads to feel such a
sentiment? What if this whole episode represents such a basic
transgression of the American ethos that it was internalized by
millions within hours of the first MSM attempts to eviscerate a man who
dared to ask the messiah a question from his own front lawn? What if?
How would we know that? We wouldn't. The MSM wouldn't track down the
signs that such a sea change had occurred. It doesn't fit their
narrative. The pollsters wouldn't necessarily pick it up, either. By
definition, a hang-up on a pollster doesn't feed into poll results
except as an asterisk.
When the press stops reporting to engage in pure propaganda, they cut
themselves off from the information that might otherwise prevent them
from making a horrendous mistake. That's exactly where we are as a
nation right now. We don't have a free press at this moment in time.
Which means the truth could be absolutely anything and they wouldn't know
it. And we
wouldn't know it.
As I said, I'm not predicting a McCain landslide. But I am saying
there's at least reason to hope
for it. And there's nothing in any of the media coverage that can
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Somebody pinch me.
When I was very young, I toyed with the notion that slavery was
the Original Sin of the United States. That somehow the fact we had
tolerated it for however long would bring us down. Then I became a
student of history. I learned that we weren't the first or the worst in
this category of sin. I came to believe that the terrible price we had
paid to undo the crime committed at our founding might constitute a
There's a lesson for you. Sometimes an ignorant kid knows more than an
educated adult. Now that I'm approaching old age I have learned that it
can be harder for a good man to forgive a sin in his past than for a
bad man to forget an entire life devoted to murder and greed. That's
where we are right now. The piper is about to be paid. He has come
calling with his bill, dog-eared and yellow and presented by an arrant
faker, but it doesn't matter because we remember the debt and have been
waiting so long to pay it that we don't even care to ask the collector
for his provenance.
Obama isn't the messiah. He's the punishment a good man keeps waiting
for while everyone else just moves on in placid forgetfulness. Is it
justice that the good pay a higher price for their sins than the bad?
Maybe. But in dramatic terms it's invariably a tragedy. Because it
always entails a catastrophe that could have been avoided and somehow
If we're living out the plot of a play by Sophocles, there's no point
in trying to avoid it. What will come is already decreed by fate and
there's no point in dragging an adding machine into the story. But if
we're really just play-acting a dimly remembered myth, then it might
be instructive to hear the machinery noises of the adding machine as it
grinds out the line items of the ancient bill we're so determined to
pay. Here are some particulars you might want to take note of on the
This election was always about race and nothing but. Obama was born of
the radical sixties, the offspring of an academic Marxist whose
preferred form of rebellion was marrying a Marxist Kenyan for the
purpose of pissing off her Kansas parents. Her son wasn't an
African-American in terms of slave ancestry, but she made
him an African-American by
force of will and sinister intention. He never had any choice in the
matter. He was raised to be a weapon by the same forces which molded
Bill Ayers, Jeremiah Wright, Louis Ferrakhan ad Saul Alinski. Without
his identity as a viper in the bosom of America, Obama would have no
identity at all. He has lived his entire life not as a man but as a
symbol. Only a symbol writes an autobiography before he has actually
lived a life.
Columbia and Harvard accepted a symbol into their student bodies.
Harvard Law School selected a symbol to be editor of the Harvard Law
Review, which is why they never expected him to publish an article and
why he never published one. Michelle Obama, that unhappy Princetonian,
married a symbol. The Reverend Wright adopted and groomed a symbol.
William Ayers instructed and promoted a symbol. The Chicago political
machine tolerated a symbol that greased its gears where gears need
exactly the right kind of grease. And now the mass media have
publicized, and endlessly protected, a symbol they'd prefer to a
flesh-and-blood American president.
And this where the disbelief comes in. The American people are about to
elect a mere symbol as President of the United States. Think about
this. Collectively, the American people know a lot. They know about
media bias, as all the polls indicate. They know about the economic
danger of handing the country over to a Democrat president and a
Democrat congress, which is why they haven't done it once in the 30
years since the post-Watergate tantrum that put Jimmy Carter in the
White House.They know that the world outside America is a nasty,
treacherous place where reason and good intentions don't count for
much, which is why they reelected George W. Bush in 2004 despite his
many missteps and worldwide unpopularity. But these aren't the factors
driving them now.
Now, what has bubbled up from the depths is a desire for a reckoning.
They want to lance the boil of race in America, and they're willing to
pay any price to get it done. The American people know a lot, even if
they underestimate the costs of their preferences. They know that there
will be race riots if Obama loses -- and if Obama wins. They know he is
not qualified to be president and that's okay with them because after
Obama we won't have to go through this siege of political correctness
and waiting and endless imputations of general racism again. They think
they can pay the price of putting this damn racial issue behind them
once and for all.
Maybe they can. But I doubt it. Sometimes, lancing a boil simply
spreads the infection. That's what will happen this time. The
presidency of Barack Obama will be a fatal blow to race relations in the
United States. Because for all the agreement that he's a symbol,
precious few have bothered to ask what he's a symbol of
. He's a symbol of race hatred.
He's prepared to torpedo the Constitution, the capitalist system, U.S.
foreign policvy, Israel, and the nation itself to wreak his vengeance
on the white people who denied him an identity of his own. That's the
scariest part. To Barack Obama, this election is about Barack Obama,
not the United States of America.
Sarah Palin had it right when she said at the Convention, "The
presidency isn't about a voyage of personal discovery."
Lance the boil? Goodbye freedom of speech. Goodbye secret ballots in
union elections. Goodbye Supreme Court justices who read and treasure
the actual Constitution. Goodbye babies. Goodbye Israel. Goodbye the
U.S. military. Goodbye America.
Original Sin. How much do you want to be punished? And why have you
decided to forget the New Adam, the (real) One who taught us that the past really can be the past, unless you're an empty
symbol of vengeance? Time is running out. Would you really trade your
birthright for a mess of pottage? It begins to look like you would.
I know it's considered polite to offer alternatives to catastrophe. I
can think of only two.
1. Could each voter take a moment to
look at Obama the man, not the symbol?
2. Could somebody please fuck Michelle Obama to a screaming
Neither alternative seems very likely, but either one might save the
day. Truthfully, Number Two is the more urgent priority. If we're going
to pay eight years of penance, I'd feel better about it if the First
Lady at least had a contented smile on her face.
Such great matters of moment come down to such tiny details. That's why
the look on my face right now can only be called...
Even Mrs. IP is mad at me about this one. She says it's juvenile. She's
right. To which I reply the entire election process has become
juvenile. This is nothing compared to what has been done to Sarah
Palin in these past two months. The MSM wanted to do an internal exam
on the Republican Vice Presidiential candidate. So I'm not supposed to
fight fire with fire. It's much much better to go down tamely to defeat
in gentlemanly fashion. Lose the country? Sure. Lose our freedoms?
Sure. Jettison the Constitution because the wife had an unfortunate
experience at fucking Princeton? Sure. As long as we don't invade the
modesty of a woman who hates all
of us. Good. Fine. Great, in fact. I love it that the New York Times
can do a hit piece
on Cindy McKain, that the entire media can put Sarah Palin virtually in
the sturrups and look inside her uterus with complete aplomb, and if I
dare to suggest that it's a
matter of national moment that Michelle Obama isn't getting laid enough,
I'm some kind of a cad.
Guess what. If it could save this nation from an Obama presidency, I'd
show you Michelle's home videso with Barry and the gardener, her yeast
test, and her napkin on the 28th day. If women want to be part of
ruling the country, it's not enough that they're willing to show their
breasts to Snoop Dogg on Spring Break. There are no secret parts of
manhood when it comes to politics. If the nation's press can devote a
million man-hours to lifting Sara Palin's skirt, I can devote 30
seconds to lifting Michelle Obama's. Because her nasty attitude looks
to have more of a potential negative effect on the country than Sarah
Palin's happy marriage and Down syndrome baby.
Mrs. IP is always free to comment, post, and otherwise provoke "he who
crushes all opposition." She probably will. My position, though, is a
simple one. Put yourself in the public eye as a campaigner, tell the
American people you aren't proud of the land of your birth, and then
suppress all speculation about why you look like a cold, hard, vicious
bitch. Not going to happen.
It's just that I'm the only one who has the guts to connect the dots.
(uh, they're black, you know. Oooooh.) But it's not polite to make
reference to anything that happens 'down there,' right? Well. Maybe.
I'll buy that as soon as some woman explains to me how their pubic hair
wound up on the chins of major league baseball players and other
cartoon dudes. One or two times seems like carelessness. Seven hundred
thousand times begins to seem like immodesty.
Immodesty serves politicians when it does. Modesty serves politicians
when it does. I'm still waiting to hear that modesty has anything at
all to do with the female sex when it comes to politics. My opinion?
They'd breastfeed the nation at Yankee Stadium if it would get
them or their husbands elected.
Okay, honey. Let fly.
Monday, October 27, 2008
Emergency Luck Bailout
emergency situations ultimately become resource issues. What's yours?
ARE A BITCH
. Since Game 4 of the World Series ended last night
around midnight, Philadelphia Sports Fan-in-Chief (Governor) Ed Rendell
has been leading a desperate emergency effort to counteract the wave of
jinxing behavior that's sweeping through the Delaware Valley. As local
SportsTalk radio hosts and print columnists were openly celebrating the
"inevitable" Series victory to come in Game 5, planning parades and
conducting post-mortems on the failed Tampa Bay team's performance,
thousands of grim-faced first-responders were rolling into action under
In a brief, anguished statement released early this morning, the
Governor ("The Gov") said, "I cannot overemphasize the danger presently
facing us. This is Philadelphia
talking about. This is the city whose professional football team has
lost in the closing seconds to more improbable field goals of 50 yards
and longer than any other team in NFL history. If her team were tied
with the Eagles with two ticks left on the clock, a Dallas Cowboys
cheerleader could boot a 56 yard winning field goal blindfolded
. This is the city which
took five years to win a World Series with a team boasting the greatest pitcher
the greatest power
, and the most gifted center fielder
their generation, as well as the all-time
in base hits. There is literally no
end of things that can go wrong for a Philadelphia sports team.
That's why I've been compelled by circumstances to call out the
Pennsylvania National Guard and numerous other state agency and
volunteer personnel in response."
Even as he was speaking, hundreds of Guard trucks were on the road,
delivering hundreds of thousands of rabbits feet to state highway salt
storage huts where volunteers who had removed the salt (while throwing
abundant amounts of it over their shoulder) were waiting to start
rubbing them for luck. The Pennsylvania Air National Guard was also
mobilized, pressed into service to drop millions of four-leaf clovers
over the imperiled City of Brotherly Love. Emergency broadcast channels
normally used by police, the Turnpike Authority, and the state weather
service were transmitting pleas, via AM and cable media, to Delaware
Valley citizens beseeching them to "knock wood" continuously through
the end of the Series. The state's 911 operators were also being
diverted from answering calls about fires and heart attacks to dialing
radio stations with demands to "shut the hell up about how the Phillies
have it in the bag." Additionally, the state's mounted police were all
being ordered back to their stables to gather up loose horseshoes and
arrange them in the "full upright position" required to capture and
"hold" good luck. Hundreds of state troopers were reassigned from
patrol duties to stand guard over individual members of the Phillies
team and front-office organization and prevent them from walking under
ladders, breaking mirrors, and doing anything involving the number
thirteen. The Governor temoprarily attached all other state emergency
personnel to the Philadelphia animal control department, with orders to
"detain" all black cats "for the duration," so they wouldn't be able to
cross the path of a Phillies fan.
By mid-morning a "crisis website" had been established on-line
detailing the many signs that the Phillies luck was doomed to run out.
Highlights (lowlights) included the fact that this past weekend may
have been the greatest in Philadelphia sports history, featuring two
Flyers wins in two days, an Eagles victory in a game they were favored
to win (??!! Damn
!!??), and two Phillies World Series wins in one day
. And then there's
be if the Phillies
Pitcher Cole Hamels would set a WS
record by winning five (5) post-season starts
The Phillies would tie a WS record by having won all of their
post-season home games
A Philadelphia team would win a World Championship without a single
heartbreaking blunder en route.
"These things just aren't possible," the Governor warns on the site.
"Not in this system of reality as we know it."
The "Gov" after one of his numerous
losing sports bets with other
city/state politicians. This
one concerned the Flyers & Red Wings.
Thus, the waiting game begins. The Countdown to Catastrophe with which
all Philadelphians are intimately familiar -- even if they are
momentarily crazed with denial.
Including us. It's a lock
. Phillies in Five
Thursday, October 23, 2008
empty American newsroom.
blather from me today because I've got three "must read" pieces by
other people I want you to read every word of.
These will fire you up and prepare you to run the gauntlet of the final
two weeks of the campaign.