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!

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...

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.

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.

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.

I thought I was going to be missing Barney Frank and Harry Reid. Hell, even Nancy Pelosi got reelected! Nobody said democracy would be perfect. Yet, I was certain that hetero-basher would be shown the door, but then those people from Massatusetts ultimately will get what they truly deserve. Why they have to foist that old fart on the rest of us is a mystery. The casinos have been filling Harry Reid's pockets for some time now. No surprise in that, but there's still some serious trash taking up a Nevada seat in the U.S. Senate. Better to have well-known trash, I suppose.

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!