"There is no such thing as gun control, only people control."
My thoughts about this troubling push from the Obama administration to increase "reasonable" restrictions on a right that was written as "shall not be infringed", is that the more Obama exerts unprecedented power over the economy through budgetless spending and massive tax increases, the more his need for gun control becomes necessary.
People don't usually cotton to being made impoverished. Things might get a little testy.
The ultimate control over people is control over the economy.
Control the creation and distribution of wealth; control the people.
Control the food; control the people.
Control the use of energy; control the people.
At some point, you'd BETTER control the guns, 'cause people are going to get mighty upset.
The universal cure for insomnia. I'm going to try it tonight.
I especially love the flat out abandon of the arms-over-the-head face plant. And when he sticks the landing, he holds it for a long moment for the judges. Points on style for that one.
When our daughter was small, she did not sleep. Ever.
Okay, I'm exaggerating. She would eventually sleep. What she NEVER did was fall asleep. She CRASHED asleep. Screaming, thrashing, wailing, shrieking her way to oblivion as if it were a fight to the death every single time. Naps. Evenings. Car rides. Rocking chairs. Being held. Being carried for walks. It. Did. Not. Matter. She fought sleep like she was fighting a lion. For the first four years of her life, she filled the house with the dulcet tones of banshee screams. My husband and I often remarked (when we could hear each other over the screaming) that it was a damned good thing she had been born to fairly stable people. She could easily have been shaken to death and even the neighbors would have been delighted.
I'm not joking. One evening we had a knock at the door. It was the police. They had received a complaint about screaming. They needed to check. I said, "Be my guest. She's right up stairs," although that was obvious. The thrilling trills of the rising shrieks were pounding through the closed door at the top of the stairs.
Both officers exchanged glances, unsure of what they would see. I wanted to blurt out, "Oh go on. It can't be as bad as a traffic accident" but I wasn't sure this was a joking moment.
Up the stairs the female officer went and opened the door. I didn't accompany her but I can guarantee you what she saw. My adorable daughter, freshly bathed and looking positively like a baby Brooke Shields, standing in her crib, holding onto the side, and screaming her freaking head off.
The young officer came back down quickly and stopped to say, glancing sympathetically at the bourbon held in my hand, "I'm sorry."
I laughed. "It's okay. It's only every night and twice a day at nap time."
"O good Lord!" Both officers laughed nervously. By now it was obvious they simply wanted out of the reverberating house. It was hard not to put your hands over your ears and fall to the ground to curl up in a fetal position from the noise. I completely understood.
So when I see this little tyke dealing with insomnia with face plants into the covers, I kinda really like this kid. A lot.
He is just plain awesome.
My daughter. Doing a comedy routine. It is to laugh.
In listening to Mr. Ellison, one is struck by the intellectual maneuvering of true genius.
All across America school children are vindicated by the obvious strength of the Congressman's argument which appeared to be based mostly on the old game of "I know you are, but what am I?" Followed, in a solid one-two punch, with, "Na-uh! Na-uh! Na-uh!"
KA-POW! Take that!
Oh, it hurts. OUCH!
This pummeling is in sharp contrast to another liberal heavyweight who used the "I can't hear you" argument of toddlers to decimate his opponent.
To be fair, I think it is completely impossible to look anything other than stupid when you are lying or arguing for a stupid position. In fact, one of the easiest ways to check your premise for validity is to ask, "Does arguing for this make me look like a completely retarded dumbass?" If so, you can safely assume that you are wrong.
But in this case, one must remain cognizant of the fact that the men involved in these linguistic and physical displays of awesome slam-your-opponent-to-the-mat debating skillz are LEADERS--a congressman and a civil rights attorney.
And Democrats. But I hardly needed to mention that, did I?
The Muslim dilemma is as old as time itself, and their corporate history is our own spiritual condition writ personal. Much of that condition may be ascribed to generational abuses and cruelties, but so much of it is chosen freely, or mindlessly. However arrived at, it’s easily preferred because it requires so little accountability, so little thought or self-reflection. It’s an on/off switch that reacts to one thing: power.
To the outside observer accustomed to self-direction, the Muslim way of life seems miserable, cruel and oppressive. Inside that Borg-swarm mentality, however, it is an uncomplicated life when it’s not a hungry one. To be a part of the swarm is to move on pure reflex. No need to tax the thought processes, the auto-pilot of the culture is much to be preferred to the exhaustion of thoughtful reflection upon one’s existential dilemma.
I have spent far too many hours contemplating how whole nations could become so absorbed by a belief that they could allow it to take them down into Hell and not pause, just for a minute, and ask, "Hey, this doesn't even FEEL good? What are we doing?"
I believe adamantly that every single thing we do as creatures, mammals, humans is because we belief there is some benefit. No matter how crazy, self-destructive, non-productive or just plain nutty something is, we do it because we believe it has a benefit to us. No one ever does anything that is absolutely believed to be without benefit. Even Jeffrey Dahmer had his reasons.
So when you look at a belief system like Islam which has delivered nothing but misery to its followers for CENTURIES, you have to start wondering, "What is UP with that?"
Joan nails it.
Islam provides the sweet absolution of absolute conformity to the collective. Nothing is your fault because nothing is under your control. Therefore nothing requires any effort; there is no risk. And all rewards imaginable are promised if you just lose yourself to the group. Sweet submission. It is no wonder that Islam does not mean "peace", it means "submission."
I live a dual life. In my "normal" life my husband and I own a company and interact with people on Facebook, Twitter, our website, and a blog that promotes our company to our customers. In this life I am apolitical. In other words, I keep my mouth shut and my fingers OFF the keyboards except to be a good little company rep. I know...I know...it would seem impossible..and it nearly is. The price of my restraint is my head routinely blows right off my shoulders.
Messy. If this keeps up, I'm going to get a housekeeper.
As my alter ego, I have a personal Facebook account in our company's name, as well as a corporate page. On the "personal" page, I have to endure posts day after day that make me WISH the result would be -- instantaneously -- THIS! ^^^^ Please. Dear God. Misery. Sweet release. Oblivion.
One post came through today. This from an outspoken liberal.
I read this and I wanted to laugh through the reflexive, involuntary screaming. This is Liberalism 101. You couldn't wrap liberalism and all its disastrous beliefs up with a prettier ribbon. But the woman who posted it...didn't get it! She thought this described conservatives.
And I couldn't say a thing.
SPLAT! My head. Gone.
WEALTH WITHOUT WORK -- the welfare state
PLEASURE WITHOUT CONSCIENCE -- War on Women for free birth control and unrestricted abortions
KNOWLEDGE WITHOUT CHARACTER -- overeducated intellectuals
BUSINESS WITHOUT ETHICS -- the corruption of big business aligned with big government
SCIENCE WITHOUT HUMANITY -- liberals don't even LIKE humanity, it's only SCIENCE!
RELIGION WITHOUT SACRIFICE -- Deepak Chopra. 'Nuff said.
POLITICS WITHOUT PRINCIPLE -- President Precious Drone-Strike 18-Hole (thanks Rachel, that was brilliant!)
What am I missing? How do liberals point the finger at others for the very things they have endorsed, supported, FOUGHT FOR for decades? How?
I would be drinking right now, but my head has not regenerated like a lizard tail.
Virtual President Bill Whittle lectures Congress on its responsibilities to the Constitution and, specifically, the 2nd Amendment. Listening to his very rational, informed and historically accurate arguments, one is shattered by how surreal it is to hear someone speaking the truth from the pulpit of power in this country. Listening, we know instinctively that we will never hear a politician, liberal or conservative, Democrat or Republican, say these things ever again in our country.
At least we can pretend, as long as we still have the 1st Amendment.
Because the police sure as hell don't. Or they don't care. Either way, you're well served to know your rights. And to insist on them.
This law student has a polite but well-informed conversation with police officers. My suspicion is that this encounter would have ended very differently, maybe even with a little taser action, if the young man hadn't been so well-informed about the law. I think the police realized that they couldn't mess with him without serious repercussions.
With the TSA daily trampling the rights of American citizens for no "suspicious activity" other than flying somewhere, my confidence is being seriously eroded that conversations like this young man had with law enforcement officers, with this result, will continue to happen for much longer in this country.
People, if we are to retain our rights it is up to each of us, every time, no exceptions to speak up, to stand up.
QUESTION AUTHORITY.
Yeah...right about now would be good, libs....how about now?
We must not yield. We only have the rights we are willing to fight for. And if we aren't willing to fight for them when the fight is just a conversation with an ignorant, overbearing cop, will we be willing to fight for them when that cop is ready to shoot us for speaking up?
Our government has recently purchased millions of dollars worth of targets for our police and federal agencies to learn how to shoot average American citizens. "Average" as in "innocent." And the name the company producing these targets has dreamed up as the description of the targets' category is NO MORE HESITATION. Nice. This is chillingly, hideously, outrageously, stomach-wrenchingly awful. This is an idea whose time should NEVER come. This is insane.
I guess they have to "practice" shooting at something, what with over a BILLION rounds of live, hollow point bullets having been purchased and now being stored in Social Security offices and DHS locations all across America.
So stop being so damned paranoid! It's our own government learning how to kill us, and stockpiling the ammo to do it, so, of course, we shouldn't be worried. The government LOVES us. Obama has been promising us everything for free for FIVE years now. Obama won a freaking PEACE PRIZE! How can you possibly suspect -- even for a second -- that his administration is preparing for something unimaginable? Something where police would need to be trained to shoot little children, pregnant women, and the elderly? Something like civil war? And might I point out that all these targets are white?
SHUT UP! You hater. Raaaaaaaaacist!!!
OH! Just a little trip down memory lane. It probably has nothing to with this, but remember when the left went bat shit crazy about the Massacre at My Lai? And rightly so, I might add. Looks like our own government is now openly and actively attempting to condition our police and federal agencies to do exactly that to American citizens, should there come a need for it.
But now we hear nary a peep out of the left. Because now they are the ones in charge. Nice.
There is simply not a good reason for the actions being taken by our government. Not. A. Single. One.
When asked what I do for a living I reply: I teach people how to
shoot people. I teach people how to shoot people because some people
need to be shot – and they need to be shot NOW.
I have found that in the long run sugarcoating reality rarely produces
good results. Yes, it might make some people “feel” better, but feelings
and reality are often polar opposites. Pretending something is what it
is not only postpones judgment day, and the longer it’s ignored, the
higher the price.
Twenty-six years ago I began my involvement with “gun rights”. I had
a good grasp on what Article II of the Bill of Rights was about then,
and my thoughts haven’t changed since. Article II is about the
individual’s ability to shoot tyrants – plain and simple.
It has nothing to do with hunting, collecting or competition. And
tyranny, as I define it, may appear in the form of a rapist in the
alley, a mob during civil unrest, an invading military, or one’s own
government.
Democrats, liberals and the press (but I repeat myself) would like you to viscerally, emotionally and without using ONE BRAIN CELL connect the image of a pathetic seal face with the idea that cutting even one single DIME from a budget that is as bloated as a dead body after two weeks in the Hudson River will make the seals sad. Very, very sad.
Apparently liberals have abandoned the idea that cruel, vicious, gun-toting conservatives are swayed by images of adorable children since Sandy Hook didn't make us immediately line up and hand over all our guns. So now we're being treated to images like this.
AAaaahhhhhh.
If we don't cave, then we'll surely be accused of this:
What sequestration really comes down to.
Republicans are heartless bastards.
If I was any good at Photoshop, I would have substituted a shotgun for the club. That'd be some sweet irony right there.
BAM!
UPDATED!!! HAHAHAHA! RG found this. It is EXACTLY what I needed but was far too lazy to create. Thanks, RG!
Is that racist? Probably. If Affirmative Action could in any way advance the dancing skills of the average white guy, I'd be all for it. But alas, the only way to insure white guys can dance is to create the Harlem Shake, a dance where no one actually dances.
Even NORWEGIANS can do it.
Okay...here we go again. I hate having to constantly go back through old posts to check on whether a video posted on YouTube is still available so that y'all don't see the infamous BLACK SCREEN. But in the interests of sanity, I hereby notify all readers of this blog that I am only going to do it ONCE per post. I'm fed up with having to do it over and over again. If people out there want to "own" shit like the above video as if it MATTERS and HAS VALUE, go right ahead.
Oh. And NOW it's the U.S. Army, the Brits AND the Norwegians shaking it.
Two days ago I was reviewing every dumb, stupid, retarded, idiotic, silly, regrettable thing I have ever done, uncertain as to whether I deserved any forgiveness and wondering what Satan was going to look like when we met, as I struggled down the mountain in a snowstorm, peering through windshield wipers that were whipping furiously back and forth in a futile attempt to give me something besides WHITE to look at.
But today it is spring. And getting lost in the woods has an entirely different meaning.
Gorgeous. Soft. Inviting. Tender spring.
More of our daffodils from last year. I love their bright little faces.
And I am inspired to bake BOCCONE DOLCE (Sweet Mouthful)
Serves 10 -12
MERINGUE LAYERS: 6 egg whites at room temperature 1 tsp vanilla extract ¼ tsp cream of tartar Dash of salt 1 ½ cups superfine sugar
Preheat oven to 275 degrees. Line the bottom of three 12-inch cake pans with parchment circles.
Combine egg whites with vanilla, cream of tartar, salt and beat at medium-speed until frothy. Add sugar and beat on high until meringue forms stiff peaks. Divide among the pans and bake for 45 minutes, rotating pans halfway through. The meringues should be crisp but should not start to brown. Shut off heat but leave the pans in the oven another 45 minutes to allow meringues to dry out. Remove from oven and cool on rack. Carefully remove meringues from pans and store in a plastic bag.
FILLING 12 oz. semisweet chocolate chips 24 oz. heavy cream 1 tsp vanilla extract ½ cup confectioners’ sugar 1 lb strawberries, hulled and sliced, reserving some for garnish, if desired
Melt chocolate with 6 T water in a heatproof glass bowl over simmering water. Set aside to cool slightly.
Whip cream with vanilla extract and confectioners’ sugar and set aside.
TO ASSEMBLE Place a meringue on a serving dish and top with a thin layer of melted chocolate, then a quarter of the whipped cream and half of the strawberries. Repeat with second layer, then top with the third meringue and cover everything with the remaining whipped cream. Garnish with reserved berries and serve.
I have never in my life been able to coax an orchid - or anything, for that matter - into blooming again. I am so complete and dismal a failure at tending indoor houseplants I long ago determined that, for me, a potted flower was simply a longer lasting cut flower, and out they went with nary a tear when they had spent their last blossom. But my daughter, a youthful gardener still convinced of the bursting fecundity of nature, convinced me to save a couple of orchids instead of pitching them on the compost pile.
An Army private, his wife and their 5-month-old child survived a week in a freezing, snowbound Nevada wilderness by eating snow, cookies, corn chips and vitamin pills, the couple said today at a joyous hospital news conference, one day after the family's rescue.
The couple, James and Jennifer Stolpa, and their baby boy, Clayton, became stranded after setting out in their pickup truck on Dec. 29 from the San Francisco Bay town of Hayward to drive to Idaho for a family funeral.
The highway that they had planned to take over the Sierra Nevada was closed because of a snowstorm. So they took another road, a little-traveled route through the Sheldon Wildlife Refuge, just over the California border in Nevada. (emphasis mine.)
Everyone who lived in California at that time remembers this story. Every one of us was glued to the TV, waiting for the next update. Would they be found? And when? What were the chances they would be alive? What the hell were they thinking?
The weather in the Sierra Nevada mountains is nothing to be toyed with. While I realize that everyone in the rest of the 49 states thinks all of California is Venice Beach, a LOT of California is rugged and unforgiving. And it doesn't show leniency to stupidity. Ask the Donner Party.
So Grandma's dead and the Stolpas decide that they are going to Grandma's funeral -- come hell or high water. Or even a HUGE snowstorm, as was the case. So they pack up the baby and off they go. What they DON'T pack up are supplies -- of any kind. And they leave their brains, too.
But off they go.
When they get to Donner Pass (yeah, one and the same) on Highway 80 -- the MAIN highway crossing the Sierras - they find that it is CLOSED due to snow. Kittens, when Highway 80 is closed, basically CalTrans has ABANDONED ALL ROAD MAINTENANCE. Closing Highway 80 is the same as saying, "You're fucked and you're NOT getting through." Everyone knows that. Everyone except the Stolpas. Not to be deterred by a silly road closure, they check their map. Oh, joy! There is this little cow trail shown going off into the wilderness and at some distant point might just connect back to civilization. Let's take THAT!
So they do. They actually think that they can navigate a small, untraveled road into the mountains when CalTrans has CLOSED the biggest highway to like --- ANYWHERE.
Not to worry, kittens. They have a bag of Doritos and a Coke. Good to go.
Of course they get stuck. And of course, they are now surrounded by swirling, driving snow in the middle of nowhere. And no one knows where they are because this is before cell phones and GPS. This is in the time when people died from stupidity.
But God takes care of idiots and innocents and I think they were both. They made it. All of them.
Years ago my grandfather had a cutting horse named War Orphan. This horse was amazing and would cut ANYTHING. One day Grandma's little daschund cross named Itsy Bitsy got caught by Orphan as she attempted to cross his paddock. He cornered her against the side of the barn.
This is true. All of it. There could be more "republicans" added to the north, but it wouldn't matter. It doesn't matter in elections, and it wouldn't matter on this map.
We are now into week two...or maybe it's week three...the swirling, spinning craziness makes it hard to keep track...of the entry/hall/den redo. Part of the crazy is that my daughter unexpectedly got smacked between the eyes with decoration inspiration because of all the commotion (go figure...I would have thought watching this insanity might have cured her...but noooooo), and decided to redo her room at the same time. So now we have virtually every single room in the house consumed with the mess. Either it's actively being torn apart and redone, complete with ladders, drop clothes, tools and equipment, or it's become the repository for everything that has been moved out of the areas under direct assault. My kitchen counters have become the resting place for extra staples for the staple gun and nails for the nail gun, scraps of paper with Very Important Measurements of something written on them, caulk, and spackling paste; my living room holds tables and pictures from the hallway, and the dining room --- I kid you not --- has a brand new but shitty mattress that arrived as part of the sleeper sofa and is now unnecessary since we purchased an upgraded mattress separately. The only room that has remained untouched by the chaos is our bedroom.
Our no guts/no glory saga began when we had the furniture delivered a week ago and it couldn't fit into the room. Oh, fun. Oh, joy. Oh, happy day! The movers measured everything very carefully and assured us that they could get it through the window. They half-jokingly told us we were lucky it was the two of them on the delivery; none of the other drivers would attempt such a thing.
So we attempted to remove the window and discovered that the sash for the double hung window system was broken, necessitating a full repair job. However this was a blessing because we could. not. get. the. window. out. There we all stood looking at springs and cord hanging limply down the side of a window that resolutely refused to budge from its spot. The repair people were called. They could be out -- tomorrow. The delivery guys loaded up the truck with our furniture and said they would come back next week.
Again, in a weird all-the-screw-ups-are-actually-blessings-in-disguise kind of way, the postponed delivery allowed me the opportunity to tackle the walls without furniture to climb over which, as I mentioned in a previous post, were going to be upholstered. By me. Because I had watched a YouTube video. So I knew what I was doing. It was going to be easy. It was going to be fun.
Yeah, I spell stupid with five letters.
But timing is everything in life and my fabric didn't arrive until the following Wednesday, the day before the re-scheduled delivery. Thursday morning I started the job and after three HOURS had exactly one wall done when the delivery truck rolled into our driveway. Lovely.
The two young men who climbed out were NOT the two from last week. Even LOVELIER. When I directed them to the side of the house where they were to heft an enormous sofa through the window, they both instinctively started backing away, shaking their heads.
It was time for charm. But there was no one but me.
I laughed. "That's what the guys from last week said. They said I was lucky because none of the other drivers would even attempt such a thing."
Suddenly male chests thrust out just a little and there was a sense of friendly competition in the game. "That so?" one of the young men said, obviously accepting the challenge. "I think we can do it."
And they did.
After they maneuvered the sofa and chair through the window, I told them to go back to the other guys and tell them not to be talking smack about them.
So with the furniture now delivered, I had to continue with it taking up all the space in the center of the room, only the barest perimeter available to set up ladders and equipment to continue with the easy-peasy upholstering job.
This is what I worked around.
Here is how it looks now.
I still need to finish the walls with braid and cording to hide the staples and to hang blinds and build the cornice for the windows, as well as hang paintings. But with every nail a hole in the fabric, you can be guaranteed that I am not going to hang a bloody thing until I am absolutely certain of where it goes. That may take some time. I'm not just stupid, I'm slow, too.
As for the entry and hall? Well, completion was pushed back because of the media room. I'm now shooting for early March.
Everything needs paint, and after the upholstering insanity, I've hired the wallpaper to be done.
I'm stupid, but I'm not crazy. Completely, I mean.
This quote from Lao-Tzu reminds me of an Ayn Rand quote from, I believe, Atlas Shrugged:
"There's no way to rule innocent men. The only power any government has
is the power to crack down on criminals. Well, when there aren't enough
criminals, one makes them. One declares so many things to be a crime
that it becomes impossible for men to live without breaking laws. Who
wants a nation of law-abiding citizens? What's there in that for anyone?
But just pass the kind of laws that can neither be observed nor
enforced nor objectively interpreted and you create a nation of
law-breakers -- and then you cash in on guilt. Now that's the system."
Now that's the system.
The burden of so many laws, intended to protect us from the dangers of freedom in others, carries an insidious poison which destroys a society faster than the intrusion of an overbearing government. The enactment of laws is almost always in response to calls from the citizenry to "do something!" Such pleas from the people to the government serve to destroy the trust among the citizens, for the laws are enacted because they are deemed necessaryand they are deemed necessary precisely because of a lack of trust among the citizens.
When we don't trust each other to be free, we will enslave each other through our distrust.
While you are all celebrating love today, remember that Valentine's day is not Saint Valentine's birthday, but his DEATH day. On the orders of Roman Emperor Claudius II Gothicus, he was tortured and then on February 14th, beheaded.
So........I would do anything for love...but I won't do that.
HAHAHAHA!
Happy Valentine's Day. Don't lose your head over someone today.
I've been incredibly busy lately because I got a bee in my bonnet to redecorate my foyer and entry hall, and then to turn a spare room into a media room/den. I could pay to have it all done and just stand back and sip champagne while directing traffic, but I have neither the money nor the patience with incompetency to do that. If someone is going to be incompetent and screw things up royally, I can do that for free. Besides, I then have money left over to buy better champagne, which I will need because after I screw it all up, I will drink myself into oblivion. At that point, good champagne is a definite plus.
First, for anyone who has actually read my blog from the beginning (Mom, I know that's you), I decided NOT to do the hand-painting, stenciling creation I have been lusting for, despite my legendary, intrepid stupidity at DIY projects. Instead, I decided to divide the stupid in half and then times it by 2 to arrive at the same "what-the-hell-am-I-doing?" place. I arranged to have someone else come in and hang my wallpaper, but I did the crown moulding, wainscoating and chair rail in the entry and hallway. This part of the "stupid" was entirely intentional and well-planned-out in advance, so there's no one to blame but myself.
The media room/den was the "impulse".
You have to understand our family to have an appreciation of how decisions are made around here. I am aware that most families make big decisions over a period of days or weeks, maybe even months, carefully budgeting and assessing the cost/benefit ratio of one decision over another. Not here. In our home, things are done in a much more spectacularly spontaneous way. The other day our daughter announced that her TV no longer received most of the channels and we learned that the analog set she had was rapidly becoming outdated as the signals were being switched to digital through government edict. So we needed a new TV. And of course you can now see where this is going. If we're going to have to buy a new TV, then we might as well convert a spare room into a media room and "do it right."
But "doing it right", in this home, is always a nailbiter.
Off we went to buy the TV. And sound system. Of course we needed a new sofa and chair. Make that queen sleeper sofa, so that the room could accommodate guests. Tables...lamps...CHECK.
Then what to do with the walls? It had been a not-particularly-interesting bedroom for its entire life and needed a make over. Now was as good a time as any. Furniture was on order and time was of the essence. Somehow I ran across a YouTube video detailing how to upholster walls and how great that was for media rooms because of the enhanced sound quality and how it was SO EASY! Direct quote, "Upholstering walls, in general, is SO much easier than you would think. I mean, it's MUCH less messy than wallpaper."
Right. After watching that video, I had visions of me, being this:
In reality, this experience has reduced me to this:
I am currently at the "What-the-hell-am-I-doing-again?" stage. This is a stage in every DIY project that is so inescapably inevitable for me that DIY should really stand for "Damn. It. YIKES!"
So wish me luck. To keep you entertained, and because I am so miserable that I am wantonly indulging my vicious streak, here is a video of one more PSY Gangnam style redo. This one, however, is brilliant. Almost as good as the horse.
I thought God pretty much rested after the first six days and hasn't made anything else since, just tended his flock. But Dodge brought us the rousing, pump-your-fist-in-the-air-YEAH! commercial which tells us that God was still working and making things on the eighth day, when he made a farmer.
Now we learn that God was STILL working on the ninth day. Sooper Mexican brings us, "So God Made a Liberal".
Far be it for me to question God or to even suggest what He should do or not do...but it sure seems to me that things would have gone a whole lot smoother down here if God had rested on the ninth day.
We are rapidly reaching a moment in our history where the concerns of the left and the right are intersecting. We may have come from vastly different places and may, indeed, be moving in vastly different directions, but -- for now -- we share a common cause.
The government sucks.
This video, which is long, gives you a fairly good idea of what's been going on. It's not pretty. And if the message in this video is even partially true, we are more screwed than a high school prom queen.
To the left: Glad to see you're finally beginning to realize your Sugar Daddy is not as "sweet" as you thought. Welcome to the party. We Bitter Clingers have been warning for years that you were going to end up where you were headed - fascism, totalitarianism. A police state. But noooooo. You were too busy giggling over all the goodies you thought government was going to provide for you.
Doesn't work that way. It has NEVER worked that way.
This kid is pretty darn smart. Someone raised her right. And it wasn't her "daddy", Obama. But she needs to be careful and not ticked off all the people who might need a job because she needs her room cleaned, and I don't imagine her REAL mom is going to do that. Or maybe she should just call up Michelle, her new "mom" and see whether being the "child" of the president comes with housecleaning.
Apparently it does come with food stamps. And $400.00 purses. And cash.
In the video seen by over a billion people, mostly to point and laugh and dance around in circles while laughing hysterically, the singer does a really horrible attempt at the "pony". There are several shots in a stable, just so you understand what the jumping around is supposed to be.
Well, this guy shows you how horses REALLY move.
Now THAT's style.
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UPDATED! HAHAHAHAHA!
This is the THIRD FOURTH time I have re-inserted this video. I am getting annoyed pissed.
His Imperial Majesty, Obama The Beloved, is doing his very best to destroy American enterprise and the economy. Oh! I do so hope he makes it. I would hate to think that anything exceeds his grasp, so grand and glorious he is. Once the greatest economy the world has ever seen is reduced to ash, we will be finally set free of the yoke of brutal prosperity and delivered to the ennobling depths of cleansing poverty and despair. Then -- and only then -- will we at last understand that all good things come from government and our Wise and Just Rulers.
"You didn't build that."
"...at some point, you've made enough money."
"I believe that if you spread the wealth around, it's good for everyone."
"I don't believe people should be allowed to own guns."
"So if somebody wants to build a coal-powered plant, they can, it's just that it will bankrupt them."
"Under my plan electricity rates will necessarily skyrocket."
"Barack will never allow you to go back to your lives as usual."
Nearly double the cost of the first three years of Bush and Clinton combined.
2:29 PM, Jan 30, 2013 • By JEFFREY H. ANDERSON
As Adam White discusses in detail, there’s nothing moderate or incremental about the increase in federal regulations — and hence in centralized executive power — under President Obama. To the contrary (as White notes), according to figures published by the Obama White House (see table 2-1), the costs of regulations issued by this administration have dwarfed the costs of regulations issued by prior administrations.
A picture may be worth a thousands words, but in this case, it's worth billions and billions of dollars.
Get used to poverty. It's good for you. Your Leaders have spoken.
Over the last couple of days a series of stories have crossed my newsfeed that have, when taken together, raised my level of concern from, "Things are getting a bit sticky" to "Better start shooting!"
First, over at DOUBLEPLUSUNDEAD, alexthechick posted yesterday about the citizen resistance concerning gun control and confiscation in New York. NEW YORK. Pause and let that sink in. New York. Neeeeeew York!New York is supposed to be a "smart" state, like California or Illinois. You know, run by Democrats and filled with liberals. SMART-smart. They certainly aren't supposed to be the location of the beginning of the revolution.
"Bring it on!"
As Alex notes, this video is "chilling." Chilling because only 40 years ago this scene was unthinkable in America. Now it has happened and we have police officers and officials taunting the crowd of law-abiding citizens with, "Bring it on!"
Bring it on. Really? I think, perhaps, he should consider the wisdom of that challenge.
Then, hilariously, we have the Department of Homeland Security releasing a video instructing ADULTS in the fine art of cowering.
The highly instructional video is entitled, "Options for Consideration
Active Shooter Training Video." One will notice that shooting back is
not an option. Cowering, hiding, running away, begging for help from
911, leaving behind wounded victims, fearing for your life, peeing in
your pants, becoming hysterical (but quietly so the active shooter won't actively find you and actively shoot you), are all considered much
better options than being armed and just shooting the fucker dead. Oh, and if you HAVE to fight back, use scissors. Excellent advice. I've always known scissors were dangerous. Remember that warning about running with them? I think I've made my point.
My sense is that DHS would very much like to convince us that cowering in fear is the appropriate response to ANY show of force...even theirs. Especially theirs. And the military...e-ven.
Citizens, it is coming down to a couple of options. Grab your guns and prepare for battle or run away. OH! I forgot. Grab your scissors is the third choice.
I always thought Monty Python was a farce, not a tactical choice of adult men and women.
But wait! There's more. If they can't make you frightened and defenseless in the face of open aggression and violent threats, maybe they will just kill you all civilized like. Krazy Krugman gives away the game.(Bolding entirely mine.)
"And we’re also going to have to make decisions about health care, doc pay for health care that has no demonstrated medical benefits . So the snarky version…which I shouldn’t even say because it will get me in trouble is death panels and sales taxes is how we do this."
Why, hello, kittens. What have we here? The compassion of liberals married to the pragmatic use of force - which is all the state really is and so force is all it's capable of using to fix a problem. And as the esteemed and really, really smart Mr. Krugman admits, "Eventually we do have a problem." Really? That's not good because when states have "problems" -- big problems -- people end up dead. Every time. Always.
Or course they intend to tax you into poverty, then kill you. Nice. Mustn't "off" anyone who is still useful to the state.
The smart, kind, caring people believe we have too many of you and not enough money for them, so please go quietly or be shot. You get to choose. Well, damnit! I'm not going and I have SCISSORS! Get BACK!!!
The last story would be funny if it weren't becoming so nauseatingly familiar. The liberal elite are threatening us with their attack dogs. DHS and the military aren't enough. No, they are revving up the teachers. Yes, indeed. Mrs. Brown and Mr. Miller. You're kindergarten teacher. You're biology teacher. Just make anyone beholden to the Great God of Government for a couple of decades (in this case via the Department of Education and the NEA) and you create foaming-at-the-mouth greed and insanity. The trick is keeping the crazed teachers under control when they keep attending rallies where leaders are saying this kind of nonsense:
Lethal working conditions apparently
don't include loss of lunchroom privileges.
"The labor leaders of that time, though, were ready to kill. They were. They were just - off with their heads. They were seriously talking about that."
The comment drew laughs and some scattered applause before Lewis added, "I don't think we're at that point. The key is that they think nothing of killing us. They think nothing about putting us in harm's way. They think nothing about lethal working conditions."
Killing teachers. Callously. Routinely, it would seem. Lethal working conditions. Uh-hmmm....Lethal. Working. Conditions. One can only assume that she is talking about schools. Schools where our own children spend most of their days from age 6 to 18. Schools with lethal working conditions. I missed the news broadcasts where the little darlings and their desperately noble teachers were being taken out on gurneys virtually every day as we ruthlessly allowed them to DIE. What kind of people are we??? MY GOD! We deserve to die. Here's my scissors. I'll go quietly.
So men in this country don't have to do stupid shit like this to prove their manhood.
Cause you just KNOW that this is eventually going to happen to him.
I'm rooting for the crocodile. Kinda like rooting for the home team.
And in the game today, I'm rooting for the 9er's. They're the home team 'round these parts.
Now that I've posted this, I feel like a famous, beautiful, awesomely wise, smart and caring celebrity, too!! I'm famous! I'm SMART! I CARE!!!
But not about you. Not anymore. Now that I'm famous, you're just one of the "little people". I'll be taking that gun now, thank you. I'll let my armed body guard hold it until the "authorities" arrive.
Stupid little people. HOW MANY MORE??? You don't care about anyone but yourself.
