September 11, 2013 - September 4, 2013
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
than Rosie O'Donnell or Janeane Garofalo, dontcha think?
CENT? What we're up against. The Dems have box office stars like
George Clooney, Matt Damon, Samuel Jackson, Morgan Freeman, and
Leonardo diCaprio, and we have Bo Derek, Heather Locklear, Shannen
Doherty, Cindy Crawford, Angie Harmon, and Jessica Simpson. Sheesh. And
we've got some of the male braintrust of Hollywood too: Kevin Sorbo,
Nick Lachey, Sylvester Stallone, Stephen Baldwin, Chuck Norris, Adam
Sandler, and, vitally, "The Rock." Sheesh squared.
With the help of a little rounding error, that lot easily adds up to
100 IQ points.
Oh well. Hollywood isn't exactly representative of the whole country,
is it? It's full of people who pretend to be heroes of various kinds
for a living. A very good living, indeed, but can't you imagine how it
galls to make millions only pretending
to be brave and just and fine? If there's any set of millionaires on
earth who are more likely to feel they haven't earned their fortunes, I don't know
where you'd go to look for them.
Before anyone says otherwise, let me hasten to say I'm not looking for Cindy
Crawford to express her political views. Here's what she's good at:
I don't begrudge them their success and wealth. But I just don't give a
damn what their political opinions are. Because, by the nature of their
lives, those opinions have nothing to do with my life or, probably,
Monday, October 17, 2011
Power to the
You know. Vision
is, you know, Vision.
THE BOOK OF WILLIE. Pardon
the lowercase superscripts. They refer to things todays's kids
can't refer to. Because the kids don't know anything. The rest of the
lesson from a generation ago seems pretty much spot on. Except that nobody's even asked this particular set of semi-conscious losers to sacrifice anything. Unless you count not sexting on your cellphone while driving. Awww. Poor babies.
Am I bitter? Yeah. I've spent my whole life watching half-educated
idiots fooling totally uneducated idiots into destroying my country.
Now I have to face the prospect of somewhat educated idiots finishing the
I finally understand Mark Twain's bit about about Hadleyburg.
And I will not apologize to anyone about anything I've said. I'm right. As I
have been for eight years. Eight? Let's try twenty.
Friday, October 14, 2011
A More Serious Analysis
"Occupy Wall Street" than
You'll Get from the Media.
You really can't get much sillier than all the MSM hype of the
"Occupy Wall Street" protest. Liberals are so desperate to have a
grassroots movement of their own that they're unable to see the
manifold absurdities of this idiotic throwback to the Sixties. They keep
encouraging the protesters to become more focused, which is hardly the
problem. They're focused like a laser. On a hundred discrepant varieties of nuttery. The problem is education. Laughably, I've heard lib pundits refer to them
as highly educated, meaning that many of them are the product of
American higher education. Which has taught them absolutely nothing.
They've all had their little splinter majors in womyns studies and
third-world post-modern political science and the awfulness of
imperialist amerika and eco-drama and Gaia and nothing whatever about
economics, the enlightenment, and the history of the United States and
The one thing their professors have communicated to them is their own
nostalgia for the anarchic tantrums of the radical sixties and its
vacuously vicious bumper-sticker vocabulary. Of course, the media stars and decision
makers are mostly members themselves of that secret society which is
more potent and damaging than Skull & Bones ever was -- they joined
the great altruistic political movement of those who did not want to be
drafted to fight the Vietnam War. That's why the media can't see these
pitiful losers for what they are. They sympathize. Scratch that. They empathize. So much so that they
have reconfigured their own personal histories through this funhouse
lens: they choose, for the moment, to transform their own development
from selfish spoiled brats to functioning members of the establishment
into the sellout their infantile adolescent selves would have deemed
it. And it makes them feel young
again. Which is why they're not really listening ...
And in the process, they reveal themselves. They didn't ever really
change. Their educations were sabotaged too. They never learned to
understand the true strengths of the country they were born into. They
just learned how to succeed at any cost. For which a passive-aggressive snit-fit like this one makes them feel guiltily reminiscent. They feel
obligated to apply all their painfully acquired propaganda skills to
the ludicrous of task of elevating ignorant, lazy, posturing
narcissists into a nascent political movement that might somehow save
their unexamined and mindlessly promoted totem, Barack Obama. Even
though most of the, yes, highly focused targets of attack are at
least as much Obama's fault as they are of the 'right wing, capitalist pig conspiracy.' (Yeah, I was there, Charlie. Any of YOU know the sweet purple smell of damp mimeographs papering the streets of a college demonstration? I thought not.)
It's a joke...
They're a joke. The whole
situation is a joke. A bunch of dirty,
smelly, pot-smoking morons are camping out on Wall Street with the
implicit endorsement of a billionaire mayor who has purchased all his
terms in office with an outlay of hundreds of millions of dollars and
yet sympathizes with their inarticulate rage because he's, you know, at
heart, a squishy sixties liberal.
If you want to see how this farce really should play out, watch the full
It won't happen this way, of course. Too many fine words still to be
farted from the mouths of Mike Lupica, Christiane Ammanpour, Anderson
Cooper, Chris Matthews, Lawrence O'Donnell, Diane Sawyer, and all the
other numbskulls who infest our airwaves with glossy degrees from
corrupt universities that failed to give them an education multiple
But as I continue to insist, if you can't laugh in this insane
environment, you will ultimately go mad.
think it was cool? You heard it was cool? Here's what the high-toned
libs are nostalgic for:
During the week of the Democratic
National Convention [in 1968], the Chicago police were the targets of
mounting provocation by both word and act. It took the form of obscene
epithets, and of rocks, sticks, bathroom titles, and even human feces
hurled at police by demonstrators.
No wonder they sympathize with the decision not to clean the garbage
pit protesters have made of their Wall Street squatting ground. Want a
picture of idealism in action?
Of course, it takes some real digging to uncover the extent of the mob
violence that occurred that summer in Chicago. Many supposedly
responsible adults still want to see the rioters as idealists.
Most of the MSM remembrances emphasize the brutality of Mayor Daley,
shootings, arson, and other outrages of the "peace" protesters.
just guess how happy Chris Matthews and Tom Brokaw would be to receive a face full of
shit from the ultra-tolerant like themselves.
It's always Democrats who unload the heavy artillery against those they disagree with. Like bullies everywhere, they've learned they can get away with it. Even when they're occasionally and accidentally right. In the final analysis, they're always the bully party.
Whether Christianne Ammanpour knows it or not, we can't afford to turn
the United States into the Jew-hating
middle east. But bullies never know when to quit.
. So sue me. The greatest album of love songs ever recorded
was Nat "King" Cole's The VeryThought of You. He
started as a piano player, but then someone discovered he could sing.
And, boy, could he sing. If
you love her and want to prove it to her, play this for her. I don't
care how young you both are. I don't care how many tattooes she has or
how many bolts sticking out of her, she wants to hear this about how
. Ordinarily, I don't have much use for HotAir's daily
Day." The only attributions are by hyperlink, and the only
editorial contribution is a snarky caption on the main page. CSI Miami style. You know.
Too cute by half and far too self-involved to pay attention to. Today,
though, I was struck by it. Obama is in trouble. Not just politically
(read the whole thing):
“The reports are not good, disturbing
even. I have heard basically the same story four times in the last 10
days, and the people doing the talking are in New York and Washington
and are spread across the political spectrum.
“The gist is this: President Obama has become a lone wolf, a stranger
to his own government. He talks mostly, and sometimes only, to friend
and adviser Valerie Jarrett and to David Axelrod, his political
“Everybody else, including members of his Cabinet, have little face
time with him except for brief meetings that serve as photo ops.
Secretary of State Hillary Rodham Clinton and Treasury Secretary Tim
Geithner both have complained, according to people who have talked to
them, that they are shut out of important decisions.
“The president’s workdays are said to end early, often at 4 p.m. He
usually has dinner in the family residence with his wife and daughters,
then retreats to a private office. One person said he takes a stack of
briefing books. Others aren’t sure what he does.”
So I was on the phone with the missus and I said, "This has to be a
post but I don't know what to say." And she said, "Well, that's hardly
surprising. You said it all already. For four years." Then I think she
yawned. But it's the phone, so who knows for sure?
And I said, "But... but... but..."
"Well, you'll think of something," she said and hung up. I think it's
pizza day at the ultra-secret facility where she works.
Talk about a build-up. What can I do to meet this level of expectation?
The idea of a president alone is not in itself disturbing. We all tend
to think of Lincoln that way, contemplating the weight of issues only
he had the wisdom to penetrate. And for whom is this not the favorite photograph of John
F. Kennedy during the Cuban Missile Crisis?
Alone isn't the problem. Alone is better than some images. Richard Nixon roaming the White House halls talking to presidential portraits with a glass of scotch in his hand. And who hasn't heard the
pitiful stories of Jimmy Carter holed up in the Oval Office managing the schedule of the White
House tennis court while the whole country was circling the drain?
That's a picture I'd rather not have in my head.
So what is it about the image of Obama creeping into his private study
with briefing books he may or may not be reading that strikes me as so
It's the unexpectedness. Which represents a disconnect between the mass
media illusion and the facts of the matter. That's what's unsettling.
To some extent, we're used to being gulled
by MSM idolatry of the saintly Obamas. (Yeah, we know he smokes and she
has Cheetos in that great big purse. Who cares?) But if there's one
thing we think we
know for sure, it's that our president never ever stops talking to his
inferiors. Today he's a
lecturing Harvard snob sneering at the cameras. Tonight he's a black
preacher dropping g's in a Wisconsin union hall or wherever. Doesn't
matter. The man is ALWAYS on TV. I don't think I've ever turned on Fox
News in the middle of the day without seeing him either lecturing or
preaching at me about the evils of making money in a sick economy. How
does he have time to go to the bathroom by himself, let alone quit
early and find a teleprompter-less room of his own in which to hide?
The missus was right that I
always knew he wasn't up to the job. But
she forgot about the part where we get these sad and even tragic images
of his loneliness even as he
insists on being the most omnipresent image on TV since Kermit the Frog
and Barney the Dinosaur.
Here's the worst part. I don't believe that private study doesn't have
a teleprompter. I think he's in there making speeches to himself and
watching his banal rhetorical brilliance on a 60-inch widescreen
high-def TV. I'm thinking Sunset
Boulevard Pennsylvania Avenue style.
Why, probably, the missus hung up on me. She thinks I go down imaginary
corridors no one should explore. She's right about that.
Which suggests I should provide some assistance in getting rid of that
last unfortunate image. Contest! What song best describes our
beleaguered president's mental condition? For inspiration, here's
Wiki's list of the most
Have at it.
Also, read Jonah
Goldberg. (I'm pretty sure I should always say that....)
WE MIGHT HAVE A
WINNER! At least, I was pretty impressed by Helk's nomination.
Who'd'a thunk Helk knew a piece of music more than ten weeks old?
By all means, keep trying. But this is the new bar you have to surpass.