It's been real. Google has treated me well.
Time to move on...
You can find Joe at:
http://blutarskireality.com/
See ya' there!
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Monday, February 7, 2011
Pittsburgh Runs Out of Time
Amazing those guys remember how to play football after all that diversion in Big D, now Large Death. Not The D and, certainly, no Chi Town. The Big Apple is just... well... big. Not that anyone in their right mind would want to live (that being what it's called) in any of those shitholes.
Meanwhile...
It's Roethlisberger versus the Rugrats.
At least, that's what The Wall Street Journal calls them in a headline today. I'm not stooping any futher (sic).
Used to be I could read the morning papers without getting offended by some journalistic boor. The NY Times is so-better-than-moi I can barely stand to look at it. Even the automobiles section has gone snooty, never mind.
But The Journal?! Jeez, Louise! What kind of yuppie wanna' be their audience target?
"LeShawn, can you put the word 'before' into a sentence?"
"Sho. Two plus two be foh."
"What about you, Manuel?"
"He right, Homes."
When Rupert first bought The Journal, the oldtimers said, "He can't do that to us."
It had been said before, and like before, all those older guys are history, replaced by clueless ass-kissers. At least with McDaily, ole Rupert can start fresh, there bein' nobody to replace. What joy.
Bring out fightin' chirren (sic) home from Afghanistan.
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Faceman Shares Super Bowl Wisdom
Some years ago in Albertsons I run into a local lawyer, head guy at one of the biggest law firms in town. That's not saying much, maybe. It's a small town even if does have an Albertsons.
This guy's name is Tom. Golden Boy from yesteryear. At least he didn't commit suicide during the oil patch meltdown of 1984 like his compatriot, Golden Boy Banker.
I'm not talking about real Golden Boys like Paul Hornung, Ray Nitschke or Troy Aikman; the guys I'm referring to here are facemen. They look great and have trophy wives.
Tom's married to a fine figure of a gal who bears an uncanny resemblance to Million Dollar Mermaid, Johnny Weismuller squeeze and retro swimwear model Esther Williams. JoAnne wears high-dollar beach shoes to the swimming pool.
It's Super Bowl Sunday and 'Here's T-o-m. Out of respect (he's much older), I say hello and shake his hand. "Oh, hi, Joe, nice to see you." Always it's nice. Guthrie always says ni-i-ice, three syllables.
So, I ask Tom if he's celebrating the Super Bowl. Oh, yes, we're having some friends over, he says.
"You know," he tells me. No, of course, I don't know, but I'm about to find out anyway, like it or not.
"My wife doesn't know anything about football," says Tom. "I asked her who she was rooting for in this year's game. She told me, 'I just want to see Montana play.'
"Hell, Joe" says Tom. "They don't even have a team in Montana."
This guy's name is Tom. Golden Boy from yesteryear. At least he didn't commit suicide during the oil patch meltdown of 1984 like his compatriot, Golden Boy Banker.
I'm not talking about real Golden Boys like Paul Hornung, Ray Nitschke or Troy Aikman; the guys I'm referring to here are facemen. They look great and have trophy wives.
Tom's married to a fine figure of a gal who bears an uncanny resemblance to Million Dollar Mermaid, Johnny Weismuller squeeze and retro swimwear model Esther Williams. JoAnne wears high-dollar beach shoes to the swimming pool.
It's Super Bowl Sunday and 'Here's T-o-m. Out of respect (he's much older), I say hello and shake his hand. "Oh, hi, Joe, nice to see you." Always it's nice. Guthrie always says ni-i-ice, three syllables.
So, I ask Tom if he's celebrating the Super Bowl. Oh, yes, we're having some friends over, he says.
"You know," he tells me. No, of course, I don't know, but I'm about to find out anyway, like it or not.
"My wife doesn't know anything about football," says Tom. "I asked her who she was rooting for in this year's game. She told me, 'I just want to see Montana play.'
"Hell, Joe" says Tom. "They don't even have a team in Montana."
Friday, February 4, 2011
Super Bowl Hoopla Insufferable
Pity the poor citizens of Arlington, Texas, who are enjoying getting stiffed for $500 million dollars for Jerry Jones' extravaganza, otherwise known as Cowboys Stadium. Oh yeah, sales tax, car rental tax, hotel tax, that's for other people, right?
Do you think he would have built the damn thing if he couldn't squirrel half the dough from the weak-kneed civic leadership? Do the people really think they'll get their money back? Who gets all those dollars that are supposed to come into the city by all those tourists? Not Joe Schmuck, that's for sure. Bonanza Steak House, anyone? Anyone? National figures suggest the public gets screwed every time on football stadiums and convention centers.
Remember Texas Stadium in Irving, Texas? It's been bulldozed for an outlet mall.
Here's the point - there will be almost eighteen minutes of football action.
All this publicity. Air time. Paper. Breath.
Eighteen minutes.
The average is seventeen, but, hey, this is the Super Bowl.
I couldn't let it go by.
Who is Hosni Mubarak, anyway? Didn't he get shot years ago?
Do you think he would have built the damn thing if he couldn't squirrel half the dough from the weak-kneed civic leadership? Do the people really think they'll get their money back? Who gets all those dollars that are supposed to come into the city by all those tourists? Not Joe Schmuck, that's for sure. Bonanza Steak House, anyone? Anyone? National figures suggest the public gets screwed every time on football stadiums and convention centers.
Remember Texas Stadium in Irving, Texas? It's been bulldozed for an outlet mall.
Here's the point - there will be almost eighteen minutes of football action.
All this publicity. Air time. Paper. Breath.
Eighteen minutes.
The average is seventeen, but, hey, this is the Super Bowl.
I couldn't let it go by.
Who is Hosni Mubarak, anyway? Didn't he get shot years ago?
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Muslim Unrest Ham and Eggs
It used to be the Koran. To be politically correct, it is now the Quiran.
Guess what? There's no doctrine of tolerance to be found in Islam. Supposing the Sunnis could agree on something, there'd be a few Shias wearing balaclava throwing rocks!
Well, maybe the Sufis are peaceful, but they're the favorite target of traditional Muslims in Pakistan.
Those ragheads don't get along among themselves. They prey on each other. Kindness, civility and courtesy are sure signs of weakness.
Pummel the mother to a bloody pulp. That's how you get respect. Wipe their DNA from the gene pool and nobody will mess with you for a generation.
The least insult becomes grounds for eternal blood feud. Forgiveness? Forget about it.
There will never be peace in the Middle East and Israel has nothing to do with it.
Christians have no concept of the Levantine mind. Christians believe other people are like themselves. Well... You know... Christian.
Americans have no business telling Hosni Mubarak how to run his country. We've got our hands full running our own. Those assholes have to fight it out among themselves. Where's our Brotherly Leader when we need him? Quietly contemplative as he should be. Probably laughing his ass off because Rupert Murdoch's making ninety-nine cents times a gazillion off this one!
In the Muslim world, it's eat or be eaten. Alms are given to beggars to keep them quiet. They're beggars. They won't be going to school and getting a job. If you don't give them a handout, they'll just steal it from you after following you home.
Nasrudin tells a story about a beggar who, after awhile, begins to complain about the food handouts.
In some ways, Christians are the same. Keep giving them handouts and they'll never get a job.
At least, a Christian won't kill you when the handout stops.
Bring our armed children back home from those Muslim black holes.
Guess what? There's no doctrine of tolerance to be found in Islam. Supposing the Sunnis could agree on something, there'd be a few Shias wearing balaclava throwing rocks!
Well, maybe the Sufis are peaceful, but they're the favorite target of traditional Muslims in Pakistan.
Those ragheads don't get along among themselves. They prey on each other. Kindness, civility and courtesy are sure signs of weakness.
Pummel the mother to a bloody pulp. That's how you get respect. Wipe their DNA from the gene pool and nobody will mess with you for a generation.
The least insult becomes grounds for eternal blood feud. Forgiveness? Forget about it.
There will never be peace in the Middle East and Israel has nothing to do with it.
Christians have no concept of the Levantine mind. Christians believe other people are like themselves. Well... You know... Christian.
Americans have no business telling Hosni Mubarak how to run his country. We've got our hands full running our own. Those assholes have to fight it out among themselves. Where's our Brotherly Leader when we need him? Quietly contemplative as he should be. Probably laughing his ass off because Rupert Murdoch's making ninety-nine cents times a gazillion off this one!
In the Muslim world, it's eat or be eaten. Alms are given to beggars to keep them quiet. They're beggars. They won't be going to school and getting a job. If you don't give them a handout, they'll just steal it from you after following you home.
Nasrudin tells a story about a beggar who, after awhile, begins to complain about the food handouts.
In some ways, Christians are the same. Keep giving them handouts and they'll never get a job.
At least, a Christian won't kill you when the handout stops.
Bring our armed children back home from those Muslim black holes.
Spare Me, Rupert, Here's Two Cents
My first cousin called last night.
He asked me how cold it was.
I told him it was cold enough to freeze the mucous inside one's nose.
He cackled like he does.
He said we were a lot alike.
I said yeah, fucked in the head.
He cackled again.
He told me some time ago that when people asked him what business he was in, he told them the mining business.
Oh, yeah?
Yeah. I mind my own business.
So, when people ask me what I'm doing I tell them I'm working at getting a thousand people to send me nineteen ninety-five a month for the rest of their lives.
Well, Rupert Murdoch has outdone me again. Usually, it's Warren Buffet.
Ninety-nine cents a week, automatically billed to your credit card.
Where do I sign up? I mean to get the ninety-nine cents a week.
The Daily. Clever, huh? How long will it be before people start calling it McDaily?
The guy's rich, right? OK, superrich, so what, never mind.
Ever since he took over the The Wall Street Journal, one is more likely to read some drivel about why the party's over at Apple Computer. Puhlease.
Now, it turns out he's been sleeping with those mothers.
By the way, how do I get Game Center off my iPhreakin' phone?
The fix is in.
If Rupert has his way, you'll never be able to get that ninety-nine cents off your credit card. You will have been assimilated.
Did I mention the advertising content?
Remember when television with commercials was free?
He asked me how cold it was.
I told him it was cold enough to freeze the mucous inside one's nose.
He cackled like he does.
He said we were a lot alike.
I said yeah, fucked in the head.
He cackled again.
He told me some time ago that when people asked him what business he was in, he told them the mining business.
Oh, yeah?
Yeah. I mind my own business.
So, when people ask me what I'm doing I tell them I'm working at getting a thousand people to send me nineteen ninety-five a month for the rest of their lives.
Well, Rupert Murdoch has outdone me again. Usually, it's Warren Buffet.
Ninety-nine cents a week, automatically billed to your credit card.
Where do I sign up? I mean to get the ninety-nine cents a week.
The Daily. Clever, huh? How long will it be before people start calling it McDaily?
The guy's rich, right? OK, superrich, so what, never mind.
Ever since he took over the The Wall Street Journal, one is more likely to read some drivel about why the party's over at Apple Computer. Puhlease.
Now, it turns out he's been sleeping with those mothers.
By the way, how do I get Game Center off my iPhreakin' phone?
The fix is in.
If Rupert has his way, you'll never be able to get that ninety-nine cents off your credit card. You will have been assimilated.
Did I mention the advertising content?
Remember when television with commercials was free?
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Nellybelle to the Rescue!
I was sure it was Andy Devine and not Gabby Hayes. Remember Midnight the cat? Pluck your magic twanger, Froggie!
It was Pat Brady!
'Course, here's Roy boy saving Nelly's bacon. Anyone remember how Pat got tossed? Anyone?
Maybe it was those thrilling days of yesteryear, but America has lost her civility. Courtesy does not appear to be part of the paradigm anymore. We have become politically correct in our speech which means we don't talk about anything important. Even our cherished freedom of speech will get your ass fired from a good day job. Forget about working at the White House.
Chris Rock'll tell it like it is. "Martin Luther King was assassinated! President Lincoln was assassinated! Tupac and Biggie Smalls was jus' 'a coupla' niggaz got shot!" Wonder what the hubub would be if Charles Rangel got shot 'stead 'a Gabby Giffords.
What happened to the Peanut Gallery? Were they throwin' the peanuts or were they on the receiving end?
It would appear the advertisers figured out people didn't care what they watched on TV, it was just dots on the screen.
People thought Marshall McLuhan was some kind of genius because he said "the medium is the massage." Dumbest thing I ever heard of, or of which I have ever heard. Dumb shit! There's no message to the medium, much less massage, unless some one has come up with smellavision since I last watched. Be hard to miss something like that. Wait, stay tuned for the Super Bowl, sports fans.
Not much to do with sport, either. Television, the medium, has no essence, no ethos at all. It is just dots on the screen. No feeling, no compunction, no civility, devoid of any intrinsic virtue.
It is a nothingness to which we ascribe whatever value we wish. The medium is a lie and people have used it to lie effectively. Most of the characters in TV drama are devoid of any character at all. They appear as subhumans going through the motions without feeling, without joy, without sorrow, without redeeming social value. What happened to virtuous pursuit? What happened to the idea we would ultimately defeat the bad guys? Now everybody's a bad guy, some are just a little worse than others.
"We fell in love with atrocity. We make pornography and we call it news."
Even the advertising is a pack of lies. Most of us don't need that crap or have those symptoms or can make light of those side effects. But it all looks great on TV! The worst shit in the world looks great on TV for some reason. If that's what the producer wants. That stuff in between the commercials? Know what the advertising people call it? Filler. You got it, filler.
Is it any wonder America has lost its soul?
Bring out children home from Iraq and Afghanistan so they can enjoy the fruits of their own creation rather than continue to suffer, and suffer deeply, that especial mendacity propagated by those assholes on Capitol Hill.
At least, Nellybelle had some charm, some definable virtue.
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Reality Impinges Upon Morality
Paul Krugman's Tale of Two Moralities appeared in the New York Times a couple of days ago:
http://www.nytimes.com/2011/01/14/opinion/14krugman.html?_r=1&src=me&ref=homepage
It is, perhaps, the most succinct portrayal of the political divide in America. It just happened to be written by the Nobel economist. Call it the dilemma of the strong and the weak. "When the going gets tough, the weak get screwed."
America's founding fathers never envisioned the less fortunate have-nots (the weak) dictating happiness to the more fortunate achievers (the strong). Never mind the fortunate ones fought and died for what the have-nots insist is their fair share.
The loyalists, back in the day, never gave a hoot for the oppressed. They still don't. They're hanging on to their handout from the King.
The oppressed took up arms against British enslavement. It wasn't enough to leave British oppression behind. Britain brought oppression to the New World where it continues to flourish today. It's called democracy.
Funny how the roles have reversed themselves. Used to be the loyalists were the strong, fighting to keep the king on the throne. Now it's the weak, fighting to keep their entitlements. We call it a fight, but it is rhetoric where lies masquerade as truth. More like charade.
The founding fathers never envisioned Islam, either. Check out the rhetoric of the revered imam Sayyed Hassan Nasrallah. Revered by whom? Good question. Jerry Jones would be salivating at the turnout.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i5YJaFbDe-A
Take a minute and relish Haraketbeydoun and listen to the music. Intoxicating.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2S_GLB5i-9E&NR=1
Now, take a look at Lebanese Shiites gathering to celebrate Ashura. This took place a week or so before Christmas a year ago. It's an annual thing with the Shia, never mind. A bit different from Martin Luther and John Wesley.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mrkcmFvTU04&NR=1&feature=fvwp
The ritual mutiliation of the scalp is self-inflicted in the case of the adults.
So, how do we reconcile the Ivory Tower and the working man whose livelihood has been outsourced by the taxman?
"We ask them if they're the enemy and if they say 'Yes', we shoot them!"
http://www.nytimes.com/2011/01/14/opinion/14krugman.html?_r=1&src=me&ref=homepage
It is, perhaps, the most succinct portrayal of the political divide in America. It just happened to be written by the Nobel economist. Call it the dilemma of the strong and the weak. "When the going gets tough, the weak get screwed."
America's founding fathers never envisioned the less fortunate have-nots (the weak) dictating happiness to the more fortunate achievers (the strong). Never mind the fortunate ones fought and died for what the have-nots insist is their fair share.
The loyalists, back in the day, never gave a hoot for the oppressed. They still don't. They're hanging on to their handout from the King.
The oppressed took up arms against British enslavement. It wasn't enough to leave British oppression behind. Britain brought oppression to the New World where it continues to flourish today. It's called democracy.
Funny how the roles have reversed themselves. Used to be the loyalists were the strong, fighting to keep the king on the throne. Now it's the weak, fighting to keep their entitlements. We call it a fight, but it is rhetoric where lies masquerade as truth. More like charade.
The founding fathers never envisioned Islam, either. Check out the rhetoric of the revered imam Sayyed Hassan Nasrallah. Revered by whom? Good question. Jerry Jones would be salivating at the turnout.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i5YJaFbDe-A
Take a minute and relish Haraketbeydoun and listen to the music. Intoxicating.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2S_GLB5i-9E&NR=1
Now, take a look at Lebanese Shiites gathering to celebrate Ashura. This took place a week or so before Christmas a year ago. It's an annual thing with the Shia, never mind. A bit different from Martin Luther and John Wesley.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mrkcmFvTU04&NR=1&feature=fvwp
The ritual mutiliation of the scalp is self-inflicted in the case of the adults.
So, how do we reconcile the Ivory Tower and the working man whose livelihood has been outsourced by the taxman?
"We ask them if they're the enemy and if they say 'Yes', we shoot them!"
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Move Over Gen. Petraeus, Joe Biden's On The Way
Harken to yesteryear when Mighty Mouse would save the day.
Today must be the nadir of American leadership, not just in warfare. The 20th Century was bad enough!
If the headlines are to be believed, Joe Biden will save us from ourselves planning the American withdrawal from Afghanistan.
With the Prince of Leaks on point (Biden) and the King of Korruption (Karzai) working things out, we might as well invite the Taliban. What about Secretary Gates and a representative of the Chinese? Why not wheel Gabby Giffords in for the show?
We've managed to turn tragedy into farce. Somehow it doesn't seem destined to play on Broadway.
Today must be the nadir of American leadership, not just in warfare. The 20th Century was bad enough!
If the headlines are to be believed, Joe Biden will save us from ourselves planning the American withdrawal from Afghanistan.
With the Prince of Leaks on point (Biden) and the King of Korruption (Karzai) working things out, we might as well invite the Taliban. What about Secretary Gates and a representative of the Chinese? Why not wheel Gabby Giffords in for the show?
We've managed to turn tragedy into farce. Somehow it doesn't seem destined to play on Broadway.
Monday, January 10, 2011
Gabby, Get Your Gun
People in Congress, wake up!
OK the shooter was a nutball and Gabby just happened to be available.
The issue is that the new Congress is poised to be just as unresponsive to the needs of the people as the one before it.
All this deficit reduction talk and spending cuts is just talk. Our elected representatives are passing out shares of the public treasury to old people and refusing to admit it, much less doing anything about it. Talk about special-interest politics. What happened to the common good? There won't be any common wealth left after Congress is finished redistributing it.
Medicare, Social Security, entitlements in general, are a virulent disease crippling our nation when we need to be lean and nimble. We have lost our way and the Chinese appear indomitable.
It's clear that the system is so broken that there is no solution within the system.
Loughner may be insane. He may be a criminal. He sure ain't no dummy. And what's the response of our enlightened Congress? They're gonna close down. Maybe we should just shoot them all!
Bring our boys and girls home from Afghanistan! Petraeus has betrayed us!
Remember Westmoreland? Remember McNamara?
Speaking of idiots, sending US Secretary of Defense to China is nothing short of provocative. It's clear our leadership has lost touch with reality. Too much time on the beach in Hawaii?
OK the shooter was a nutball and Gabby just happened to be available.
The issue is that the new Congress is poised to be just as unresponsive to the needs of the people as the one before it.
All this deficit reduction talk and spending cuts is just talk. Our elected representatives are passing out shares of the public treasury to old people and refusing to admit it, much less doing anything about it. Talk about special-interest politics. What happened to the common good? There won't be any common wealth left after Congress is finished redistributing it.
Medicare, Social Security, entitlements in general, are a virulent disease crippling our nation when we need to be lean and nimble. We have lost our way and the Chinese appear indomitable.
It's clear that the system is so broken that there is no solution within the system.
Loughner may be insane. He may be a criminal. He sure ain't no dummy. And what's the response of our enlightened Congress? They're gonna close down. Maybe we should just shoot them all!
Bring our boys and girls home from Afghanistan! Petraeus has betrayed us!
Remember Westmoreland? Remember McNamara?
Speaking of idiots, sending US Secretary of Defense to China is nothing short of provocative. It's clear our leadership has lost touch with reality. Too much time on the beach in Hawaii?
Saturday, January 8, 2011
America A Child Grown Old
Drunk on surfeit, blinded by power, the Romans of the first century feasted on the emptiness of cruelty.
Jesus saw it coming. We Shoot Prophets, Don't We? He told that woman to weep for herself and her children. He knew they would kill him. His suffering would last but a few hours. The cup of sorrow he carried was for the poor, dumb bastards who would suffer for a seeming eternity under guys like Pilate. The sword has its moments. Given the state of Medicare, maybe not a bad way to go.
So, in expectation of greater pleasure, the world becomes a disappointment. Glorious sunshine is overlooked because it's too hot or too cold. The exquisite sensation of wind on the face is ignored 'cause we just got dissed by de boss. Freakin' retards.
Even the vainglorious Number Two (Ian McKellan, aka Gandlalf, in The Prisoner remake) is savvy enough not to have been blinded by his dungeon masters - "The world is not a pretty thing when you look at it too close. We fell in love with atrocity. We make pornography and call it news."
We have lost our collective soul. We have not grown up, we have simply grown old. The tragedy of life is of our own making. We relieve our misery belittling our loved ones.
Alas!
Bring our brothers and sisters home.
Jesus saw it coming. We Shoot Prophets, Don't We? He told that woman to weep for herself and her children. He knew they would kill him. His suffering would last but a few hours. The cup of sorrow he carried was for the poor, dumb bastards who would suffer for a seeming eternity under guys like Pilate. The sword has its moments. Given the state of Medicare, maybe not a bad way to go.
So, in expectation of greater pleasure, the world becomes a disappointment. Glorious sunshine is overlooked because it's too hot or too cold. The exquisite sensation of wind on the face is ignored 'cause we just got dissed by de boss. Freakin' retards.
Even the vainglorious Number Two (Ian McKellan, aka Gandlalf, in The Prisoner remake) is savvy enough not to have been blinded by his dungeon masters - "The world is not a pretty thing when you look at it too close. We fell in love with atrocity. We make pornography and call it news."
We have lost our collective soul. We have not grown up, we have simply grown old. The tragedy of life is of our own making. We relieve our misery belittling our loved ones.
Alas!
Bring our brothers and sisters home.
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Wiki, Wiki, Who's Got the Liki?
Does it strike anyone as strange that the messenger just got shot?
Oh, sure, Julian Assange is some kind of rapist. Just like Kobe Bryant.
Why all the interest all of sudden?
Why are we so surprised that Hamid Karzai is no Mr. Rogers?
Looks to me like ole Julian caught a bunch a people with their pants down and they decided to take him down.
It wasn't that long ago that the leak business was the province of mainstream media. Remember the Pentagon Papers, Washington Post, New York Times? I presume the Washington Post has been just as free with the leaked material as the New York Times. Nobody seems to be screaming about the coverage. It seems strange that the big newspapers have sidestepped doing their job while participating in the smear campaign of the guy who stepped up to the plate.
Let's see. There's a major campaign of cyber warfare against WikiLeaks. Then they get snubbed by the cyber community because their internet service providers and money changers are just a bunch of pussies in suits. Then somebody pays off these two hookers to say the WikiLeaks founder assaulted them. What else can we add to this pile of shit?
Chris Rock, where are you when we need you? This is great stuff here.
You mean to tell me that Hamid Karzai is just another warlord bad boy trying to hold it together with a bunch of ruffians and will use whatever money he can find to further his agenda?
What about Joe Biden, the Liki King? Surely he tipped somebody off about the diplomatic traffic. Isn't that what he does?
Did we cozy up to the Chinese to launch the denial-of-service attacks against the WikiLeaks infrastructure? Are the cyber warriors covering up the assault? How can the average Joe, unable to manage his personal computer, understand that cyber warfare even exists much less appreciate how sophisticated and widespread it has become?
Get ready to sit down with the Chinese and every hacker on the planet is after your cyber ass! What does that tell you? Don't forget the new Chinese fighter jets and aircraft carriers, by the way.
Looks like the ship is sinking and the finger-pointing has just begun. We got a tax cut to worry about. Never mind the sinking, we gotta raid the treasury to make the taxpayers think they're gonna be rescued. Call in the Somalian Navy, boys. Surely, we can depend upon them for some help.
Anybody paying attention to the rats?
Chris, help me out here! The stink is so bad is hard to tell where it's coming from.
What is truly disturbing is the impact of Political Correctness on Freedom of Speech. It looks like the former means 'just don't say ANYTHING' and the latter has been pushed aside.
They Shoot Whistleblowers, Don't They? could be the title of the movie about the demise of the American dream. Or should it be They Shoot Prophets, Don't They? Maybe They Shoot Patriots, Don't They? is closer to the truth.
Don't forget, we have young American men and women dying in Afghanistan while the REMFs are debating gay and leak policy. This ain't Denmark, but something's rotten.
Bring our people home, by God!
Oh, sure, Julian Assange is some kind of rapist. Just like Kobe Bryant.
Why all the interest all of sudden?
Why are we so surprised that Hamid Karzai is no Mr. Rogers?
Looks to me like ole Julian caught a bunch a people with their pants down and they decided to take him down.
It wasn't that long ago that the leak business was the province of mainstream media. Remember the Pentagon Papers, Washington Post, New York Times? I presume the Washington Post has been just as free with the leaked material as the New York Times. Nobody seems to be screaming about the coverage. It seems strange that the big newspapers have sidestepped doing their job while participating in the smear campaign of the guy who stepped up to the plate.
Let's see. There's a major campaign of cyber warfare against WikiLeaks. Then they get snubbed by the cyber community because their internet service providers and money changers are just a bunch of pussies in suits. Then somebody pays off these two hookers to say the WikiLeaks founder assaulted them. What else can we add to this pile of shit?
Chris Rock, where are you when we need you? This is great stuff here.
You mean to tell me that Hamid Karzai is just another warlord bad boy trying to hold it together with a bunch of ruffians and will use whatever money he can find to further his agenda?
What about Joe Biden, the Liki King? Surely he tipped somebody off about the diplomatic traffic. Isn't that what he does?
Did we cozy up to the Chinese to launch the denial-of-service attacks against the WikiLeaks infrastructure? Are the cyber warriors covering up the assault? How can the average Joe, unable to manage his personal computer, understand that cyber warfare even exists much less appreciate how sophisticated and widespread it has become?
Get ready to sit down with the Chinese and every hacker on the planet is after your cyber ass! What does that tell you? Don't forget the new Chinese fighter jets and aircraft carriers, by the way.
Looks like the ship is sinking and the finger-pointing has just begun. We got a tax cut to worry about. Never mind the sinking, we gotta raid the treasury to make the taxpayers think they're gonna be rescued. Call in the Somalian Navy, boys. Surely, we can depend upon them for some help.
Anybody paying attention to the rats?
Chris, help me out here! The stink is so bad is hard to tell where it's coming from.
What is truly disturbing is the impact of Political Correctness on Freedom of Speech. It looks like the former means 'just don't say ANYTHING' and the latter has been pushed aside.
They Shoot Whistleblowers, Don't They? could be the title of the movie about the demise of the American dream. Or should it be They Shoot Prophets, Don't They? Maybe They Shoot Patriots, Don't They? is closer to the truth.
Don't forget, we have young American men and women dying in Afghanistan while the REMFs are debating gay and leak policy. This ain't Denmark, but something's rotten.
Bring our people home, by God!
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
It's True Your Honor, Dumbitch Just One Word
Maybe in the case of your favorite female canine critter, the word bitch stands alone without an adjective or other modifier. But, just when I thought I had seen everything, along came Madeleine Pickens.
Today marks that day of infamy. Is this what our guys fought for? Did they die just so this idiot could take up space and practice being stupid in the name of the greater good?
Remember T. Boone Pickens? He's the poster boy for Gordon Gekko in the movie Wall Street. He still thinks his greed is good for everybody and wants the feds to use taxpayer dough to advance his personal agenda for greater wealth. His wealth. "That's the one thing you have to remember about WASPs: they love animals and hate people," said Gekko.
I thought the world to be safe because Boone wouldn't be around much longer.
Along comes what's-her-name with a Pickens-esque plan to save the nation's wild mustangs. Of course, she expects the American taxpayer to cough up the bulk of the money. What does less than one percent of Boone's wealth mean to her? I'll bet she has one of those little yapper dogs, too! Whaddya think, Boone? Has she ever had a thought or did she steal that one brain cell from you?
Puhlease.
If there was ever proof that the intelligence of American women is high on the endangered list, this is it. Must be those hormones forging linkages in the brain that would forever remain dormant, otherwise.
Look at that getup. Looks like she think she's hot; maybe smarter than the rest of us. Check those stupid boots. You can tell by the shine she wears them everyday workin' them ponies she proclaims to love so dearly. Bet Boone would like to get his up. Looks like arrogance to me. Perfect photo for some of Salavador Dali's better work.
Spare us your misplaced sympathies, girl. Go back to the hairdresser where your shit is more likely to fly. You're the one in need of fencing lest you contaminate the rest of the gene pool. Put your head back under that heater and let that thing you call a brain cook a little longer.
Bring our people back from Afghanistan, by the way, and let those ragheads fight it out amongst themselves. Al Gathafi be praised. Let's all do something worthwhile today!
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Consent of the Governed Smothered
The last death-rattle of the Pelosi Congress looks to be more spending.
Middle-class tax cuts, deficit-reduction tax increases, more unemployment benefits, reduced health-care for the military, where's any substantive reduction in handouts to the constituents? Will the censure of Charles Rangel finally save us from ourselves?
When did life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness disappear from the national debate? Did we really believe that ratification of the Constitutional Recipe for equality would take care of everything forever?
In the middle of the 18th century in America, the struggle between Loyalists and Revolutionaries came to the fore. The Loyalists were content with their handouts from the King, America exported her precious raw materials to England, and Americans purchased finished goods from England, courtesy of George III. Read the British version of this history and George will be exonerated. It was the cost of managing the colonies in America that caused the taxation that got the Patriots (Revolutionaries) upset. Golly gee!
Here it is holiday time 2010 and there are those Patriots yearning to be free of the burden of the handouts to the politically fortunate, now feeling righteously entitled to their piece of the public treasury.
As a nation, we seem to have lost any sense of duty to those 'yearning to breathe free.' More like a dedication to those 'yearning to get it for free.' Where is there any meaningful debate on a reduction in spending?
It would appear that our government has lost interest in life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. What we have in stead is the pursuit of the special interest. When was the last time we heard anything about the common good?
What we hear instead is a bunch of rhetoric (read bullshit) about how unemployment benefits will get our fellow citizens back to work. How about some tax credits for companies that insource the work that is now done overseas? How about some teeth in our immigration laws to stop illegals from draining our local governments of cash?
The Declaration of Independence spells out the solution to this state of affairs in no uncertain terms:
...whenever any form of government becomes destructive to these ends, it is the right of the people to alter or to abolish it...
Middle-class tax cuts, deficit-reduction tax increases, more unemployment benefits, reduced health-care for the military, where's any substantive reduction in handouts to the constituents? Will the censure of Charles Rangel finally save us from ourselves?
When did life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness disappear from the national debate? Did we really believe that ratification of the Constitutional Recipe for equality would take care of everything forever?
In the middle of the 18th century in America, the struggle between Loyalists and Revolutionaries came to the fore. The Loyalists were content with their handouts from the King, America exported her precious raw materials to England, and Americans purchased finished goods from England, courtesy of George III. Read the British version of this history and George will be exonerated. It was the cost of managing the colonies in America that caused the taxation that got the Patriots (Revolutionaries) upset. Golly gee!
Here it is holiday time 2010 and there are those Patriots yearning to be free of the burden of the handouts to the politically fortunate, now feeling righteously entitled to their piece of the public treasury.
As a nation, we seem to have lost any sense of duty to those 'yearning to breathe free.' More like a dedication to those 'yearning to get it for free.' Where is there any meaningful debate on a reduction in spending?
It would appear that our government has lost interest in life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. What we have in stead is the pursuit of the special interest. When was the last time we heard anything about the common good?
What we hear instead is a bunch of rhetoric (read bullshit) about how unemployment benefits will get our fellow citizens back to work. How about some tax credits for companies that insource the work that is now done overseas? How about some teeth in our immigration laws to stop illegals from draining our local governments of cash?
The Declaration of Independence spells out the solution to this state of affairs in no uncertain terms:
...whenever any form of government becomes destructive to these ends, it is the right of the people to alter or to abolish it...
Sunday, November 7, 2010
The British Are Coming, the British Are Coming...
In Santa Barbara a couple of years ago, in conversation with a British tourist, I offered that the Brits had really screwed things up in Iraq. "Yes, probably so," he said. "But it's your problem now." He was right about that. We really stepped into it. All because the Bush people have a thing with the Saudis. Remember when it was just Arabia?
That British arrogance and use of the rod soiled the world is a given, unless one is some kind of neo-colonialist Gordon Gekko weekend softtail wannabe. In America, certainly, King George III should be the most reviled villain of all-time with a monument to his crass ignorance at Faneuil Hall or on Staten Island. Never mind. The Commodore (Vanderbilt) would be pissed.
America has never broken free of her British past. The back halls are full of loyalists still, standing in line for their royal handouts. We claim free speech as our most important 'right' (read privilege instead) yet our journalists are at risk for speaking their minds or expressing themselves with their wallets. This is almost Stalinist. In other words and in the British tradition, "If you speak your mind, watch your back."
We think the Democrats have saved us from financial ruin. Brother, the ruin keeps on happening. Look at the Internation Monetary Fund's assessment of how much everybody has to borrow just to stay afloat. It's even worse than the old days when one could only borrow money by proving not to need it. Now the government insists that you can't borrow money from a bank because you have a good idea or have something going and need money to fend off the Chinese, or, Praise Allah, some Muslim street vendor from Venezuela. And the bankers are loving it.
Have you noticed that your credit card and checking account fees keep going up, especially if you screw up and bounce a check. Of course, you can sign up for overdraft protection for a fee and an usurious interest rate. How about a pound a flesh? Sorry, there's no ETF for white meat. ETF is exchange traded fund for those of you who actually own your home. The fix is in and part of the landscape.
In Victorian British society how one looked was important. Schizophrenics never had it so good. "How's old Duckface" she inquired. "Good form, not too mad," was the chivalrous reply. Inane conversation and thought was the order of the day. Wouldn't want to offend anyone a little higher on the food chain. One had to dress right so as not to appear to be prey. God spare your ass if you had an original thought. Best keep it to yourself and preserve the status quo. Wouldn't want anyone to think there's something better in life that self-imposed misery.
Native Americans referred to this two-faced, lilly-whiteman phenomenon of utter bullshit as the forked tongue. Make my pronuniciation Shakespearean, for emphasis. Fork Ed. And fork those REMFs in the back office making up all the stupid rules.
Take a look around. This may not be the America we think it is. Take it back? We're still giving it away, a little at a time. Next time you find yourself watching MSNBC or listening to NPR, change the channel. Better yet, turn the damn thing off. Boycott the advertisers, write a letter. Tell 'em what you you think!
Maybe the British are already here, masquerading as concerned stockholders of American banks telling our stupid president we need to borrow more money to stimulate an already-dead economy.
That British arrogance and use of the rod soiled the world is a given, unless one is some kind of neo-colonialist Gordon Gekko weekend softtail wannabe. In America, certainly, King George III should be the most reviled villain of all-time with a monument to his crass ignorance at Faneuil Hall or on Staten Island. Never mind. The Commodore (Vanderbilt) would be pissed.
America has never broken free of her British past. The back halls are full of loyalists still, standing in line for their royal handouts. We claim free speech as our most important 'right' (read privilege instead) yet our journalists are at risk for speaking their minds or expressing themselves with their wallets. This is almost Stalinist. In other words and in the British tradition, "If you speak your mind, watch your back."
We think the Democrats have saved us from financial ruin. Brother, the ruin keeps on happening. Look at the Internation Monetary Fund's assessment of how much everybody has to borrow just to stay afloat. It's even worse than the old days when one could only borrow money by proving not to need it. Now the government insists that you can't borrow money from a bank because you have a good idea or have something going and need money to fend off the Chinese, or, Praise Allah, some Muslim street vendor from Venezuela. And the bankers are loving it.
Have you noticed that your credit card and checking account fees keep going up, especially if you screw up and bounce a check. Of course, you can sign up for overdraft protection for a fee and an usurious interest rate. How about a pound a flesh? Sorry, there's no ETF for white meat. ETF is exchange traded fund for those of you who actually own your home. The fix is in and part of the landscape.
In Victorian British society how one looked was important. Schizophrenics never had it so good. "How's old Duckface" she inquired. "Good form, not too mad," was the chivalrous reply. Inane conversation and thought was the order of the day. Wouldn't want to offend anyone a little higher on the food chain. One had to dress right so as not to appear to be prey. God spare your ass if you had an original thought. Best keep it to yourself and preserve the status quo. Wouldn't want anyone to think there's something better in life that self-imposed misery.
Native Americans referred to this two-faced, lilly-whiteman phenomenon of utter bullshit as the forked tongue. Make my pronuniciation Shakespearean, for emphasis. Fork Ed. And fork those REMFs in the back office making up all the stupid rules.
Take a look around. This may not be the America we think it is. Take it back? We're still giving it away, a little at a time. Next time you find yourself watching MSNBC or listening to NPR, change the channel. Better yet, turn the damn thing off. Boycott the advertisers, write a letter. Tell 'em what you you think!
Maybe the British are already here, masquerading as concerned stockholders of American banks telling our stupid president we need to borrow more money to stimulate an already-dead economy.
Friday, November 5, 2010
Congress Not The Problem
That elected body has never been worth a damn. Argument to follow.
The problem is the executive. Lying bastard's got more power than ever in the history of the United States and still trying to curry favor. The fucking weasel must be psychotic, utterly unable to get a handle on his own political situation.
Sorry to be the cold water, Ladies and Gentlemen, but we are still in as deep shit as ever. The Congress is but a means to an end and the President has to wield the hammer. Well, he's dropped the hammer and the nail is still sticking in our collective butt. We're giving away the store and nobody seems to notice. Check the numbers in the Journal today. Real unemployment (conveniently known as U6) is holding at 17%. Seventeen percent, goddammit! Wake the fuck up!
Bring our men and women home from the front lines today and put those REMFs in harm's way!
God bless you all.
The problem is the executive. Lying bastard's got more power than ever in the history of the United States and still trying to curry favor. The fucking weasel must be psychotic, utterly unable to get a handle on his own political situation.
Sorry to be the cold water, Ladies and Gentlemen, but we are still in as deep shit as ever. The Congress is but a means to an end and the President has to wield the hammer. Well, he's dropped the hammer and the nail is still sticking in our collective butt. We're giving away the store and nobody seems to notice. Check the numbers in the Journal today. Real unemployment (conveniently known as U6) is holding at 17%. Seventeen percent, goddammit! Wake the fuck up!
Bring our men and women home from the front lines today and put those REMFs in harm's way!
God bless you all.
Thursday, November 4, 2010
American Dream Lives On
This gal holds the seat next to mine at Cowboy Stadium in Aralington (sic). My wife said I could keep the season tickets, but she was leaving. My choice. I sure am going to miss her curmudgeonly ultimatums.
The self-serving pseudo-humility escaping the mouths of Ms. Pelosi, as well as our so-called commander in chief, is nauseous. Clearly most of the former speaker's brains are stuffed in her blouse and Jimmy Carter can be forgiven his total ignorance in light of his love for mankind. However, that black man's cleverly disguised abuse of Marxist rhetoric is now out of the closet for all to see. He's well on his way to enjoying the company of Hugo Chavez and Mahmoud Ahmanutjob (sic) and, hopefully, well on his way to oblivion. Surely he must know he is perpetrating the big lie on the American people. That is, the bigger the lie, the more likely people are to believe it. Put on a tie, dammit. You're starting to look like one of those third-world fundamentalist assholes.
Maybe it's just a dream, but the American dream lives on as of this past Tuesday. The reality is messy, but it beats whatever is in second place. The dreams of those who yearn to breathe free are not everything, they are the only thing. Especially for fans of Vince Lombardi, or Emma Lazarus:
The New Colossus
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
"Keep ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
Now that the trash has been taken out (mostly) it is time to incinerate the fill, landfill that is. We need to keep the Russians close and remind the Chinese that we ain't interested in their washing machines. We may applaud their economic and capitalist prowess while remaining adamant that Americans need jobs and exports. Never underestimate the Chinese desire for hegemony and domination.
We can no long tolerate budget deficits and trade deficits ad infinitum. We need corporate tax credits to bring production jobs back home and put America to work. Yes, free trade is a nice idea but not if we're selling the ranch to pay for it.
Adjust the tax burden, yes. Make sure the rich bastards pay a fair share but treat the golden goose with some respect. Do something about the alternative minimum tax, let families pass their farm and ranch lands to their children tax-free and make sure our farmers can make some decent money.
Don't forget, Mexicans and Muslims within our borders are not our friends. They do NOT assimilate and have no plans for such. We have almost 200 years of history with Mexico and almost 2000 with Islam. Memory is a wonderful thing, however painful it may prove to be on occasion. Remember, the pain reminds us we are still alive!
This is all doable. Tell those economists hiding in the rear echelon to move up front and work up a plan to accomplish what America's future generations require. Do it now!
And bring our men and women back from fighting the infidel with one hand behind their backs. God bless those bastards, but they can glow in the dark for all I care.
Stand up for America, you all!
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Ipsa This!
It must have been the first episode of NYPD:Blue when Sippowitz does a Roseanne on the courthouse steps, making a snide comment to his future wife. At least now we can focus on what is really important. That being the doughnut.
That being said, regardless one's bent and whether or not you think this lady is a left-wing dingbat, remember that Tuesday is trash day (well, it is at my house). Take it outside!
Thursday, October 21, 2010
That Little Faggit's Got an M-16
Season 4 of Boston Legal had Crane, Poole & Schmidt defending a gay general who had been dismissed after years of service. The general said he regretted not being more supportive of his gay son, also in the US Army.
Puhlease!
If you guys want to parade your tiny swinging dicks, do it on Main Street or Fifth Avenue. The rest of us have little interest in your preferences and proclivities and would rather you kept them to yourselves. Confront me with that thing and my only inclination is to cut it off.
Most gay guys I've had occasion to know seem distant, unwilling to engage me as a true friend. I find they prefer the company of other gays and liberal wusses. They also seem to have an aspect of despair about them and feign a lightness of being to cover it. Just an observation. I am just as happy to be wrong. Call me a homophobe if it makes you feel better. In fact, just call me, show me you're a real person. Or keep on ignoring me as you have in the past. UP yours!
The US Army is not a platform from which you guys should be proclaiming your differences, uniqueness, whatecver. It's embarassing. What's the matter with you? Praise God a higher court has overturned the injunction. If one of you should be willing march with me into battle, I will embrace you with open arms.
Should you wish to pursue a career as some kind of REMF and wear pink underwear while telling me how great it is, get outta town! As for you bull types, there is an abundance of hetero female types willing to take YOU on!
Take it somewhere else!
Bring the rest of our men and women home and let those infidels fight it out among THEMselves.
Find Jesus within yourself.
Puhlease!
If you guys want to parade your tiny swinging dicks, do it on Main Street or Fifth Avenue. The rest of us have little interest in your preferences and proclivities and would rather you kept them to yourselves. Confront me with that thing and my only inclination is to cut it off.
Most gay guys I've had occasion to know seem distant, unwilling to engage me as a true friend. I find they prefer the company of other gays and liberal wusses. They also seem to have an aspect of despair about them and feign a lightness of being to cover it. Just an observation. I am just as happy to be wrong. Call me a homophobe if it makes you feel better. In fact, just call me, show me you're a real person. Or keep on ignoring me as you have in the past. UP yours!
The US Army is not a platform from which you guys should be proclaiming your differences, uniqueness, whatecver. It's embarassing. What's the matter with you? Praise God a higher court has overturned the injunction. If one of you should be willing march with me into battle, I will embrace you with open arms.
Should you wish to pursue a career as some kind of REMF and wear pink underwear while telling me how great it is, get outta town! As for you bull types, there is an abundance of hetero female types willing to take YOU on!
Take it somewhere else!
Bring the rest of our men and women home and let those infidels fight it out among THEMselves.
Find Jesus within yourself.
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Pelosi Congress Sets Spending Records
Happy Tuesday, ladies and gentlemen. Amidst all the BS (not behavioral science) those Congressional scumbags have done us in. Check the Congressional Budget Office numbers from today's Journal:
http://online.wsj.com/article/SB10001424052748703358504575544351734226956.html?mod=WSJ_hps_sections_opinion
Be sure to read how the feds have co-opted the private sector by sucking up the available capital and what the 'recovery' has cost so far. Not to mention, O'Bummer-care has yet to kick in and small business is wondering how much tax they will have to pay next year.
Will the REAL Nancy Pelosi please stand up!
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