Sunday, November 17, 2013

We're supposed to be laughing at the little Prince and his Court of Clowns.

I fully realize that everyone has already seen these articles, but I've been busy and so, in a 24/7 news cycle, that means I'm late to the party. Is everyone already drunk?

Last week Jonah Goldberg wrote in the National Review about the three-ring goat rodeo and clown circus that the launch of Obamacare has become:

But come on, people.

If you can’t take some joy, some modicum of relief and mirth, in the unprecedentedly spectacular beclowning of the president, his administration, its enablers, and, to no small degree, liberalism itself, then you need to ask yourself why you’re following politics in the first place. Because, frankly, this has been one of the most enjoyable political moments of my lifetime.

If I believed for one teeny minute that the spectacular failure of Obamacare would actually mean its demise, I would be laughing until I cried. I would be sending out postcards that read:

But I don't.

I truly believe that we've entered a time in our political history when the political class DO NOT CARE what effects their policies have on us. They care only about the increase of their own political power and they aren't even slightly worried about our reaction to that reality. Oh...there are a few Democrats who are in purple districts and might be sent home over this, but the politburo considers those comrades expendable. As long as the power is maintained by the socialists and progressives and all-round creeps, the DNC doesn't give a hoot for the personal careers of vulnerable senators or congressmen.

Ask yourself, when was the last time a government social program was scraped because it was disastrous, expensive, inefficient, immoral, unfair, and unconstitutional?

I'll wait.

Obamacare is just the beginning of the end. It is the mile marker on our hike into socialism. Next stop -- utter despair.

And the Clown Prince Obama and and his Court DO NOT CARE, and they aren't going back and they aren't giving in and they aren't going to fix anything.

So Mr. Goldberg can find joy in the enormous and unmitigated failure of all failures, as do I, but only because it is better to laugh than to cry.

Because as I always say, "Laugh and the world laughs with you. Cry and you cry alone because you look horrid and feel worse with puffy eyes, a stuffy nose, and a migraine headache."

Even though Obamacare would cover that if you could get insured, the deductibles mean you're paying for that out of pocket, sucker. Crybaby. Wimp. Loser.

Mark Steyn, sets out the new reality for us all to grasp:
On Thursday, he passed a new law at a press conference. George III never did that. But, having ordered America’s insurance companies to comply with Obamacare, the president announced that he is now ordering them not to comply with Obamacare. The legislative branch (as it’s still quaintly known) passed a law purporting to grandfather your existing health plan. The regulatory bureaucracy then interpreted the law so as to un-grandfather your health plan. So His Most Excellent Majesty has commanded that your health plan be de-un-grandfathered. That seems likely to work. The insurance industry had three years to prepare for the introduction of Obamacare. Now the King has given them six weeks to de-introduce Obamacare.
We just suffered through a government shutdown where we witnessed 90 year old WWII veterans barred from visiting their own memorial, tourists barricaded into hotel rooms for fear that they might see Old Faithful blowing off steam and -- HORRORS! -- take a picture, and death benefits being denied to soldier's families because Prince Obama wasn't having ANY of the Republicans' efforts to delay implementation of Obamacare. He wasn't going to be held hostage. Oh no...

NOW it's Prince Precious' idea and so everything is fine, except it probably -- HAHAHAHA! PROBABLY -- isn't even legal.
“I wonder if he has the legal authority to do this,” mused former Vermont governor Howard Dean.
Can I ask WHY we have men and women ELECTED TO MAKE AND UPHOLD THE LAW not knowing whether an action is LAWFUL OR NOT?  Can I ASK that???? Shit, people, this is ridiculous. "Ahh...duurrr...I just got myself elected by lying and bribing. I don't knows nothing 'bout laws and stuff."
Later that day, anxious to help him out, Congress offered to “pass” a “law” allowing people to keep their health plans. The same president who had unilaterally commanded that people be allowed to keep their health plans indignantly threatened to veto any such law to that effect: It only counts if he does it — geddit? As his court eunuchs at the Associated Press obligingly put it: “Obama Will Allow Old Plans.” It’s Barry’s world; we just live in it.
This is a Clown Prince determined to act unconstitutionally.  This is the plan, folks. Every time he is able to clearly and defiantly act outside the law and challenge the eunuchs in Congress who shuffle and mumble and whisper among themselves, "Can he even DO that?" he increases the power of the office. The presidency inches closer to dictatorship.
The reason for the benign Sovereign’s exercise of the Royal Prerogative is that millions of his subjects — or “folks,” as he prefers to call us, no fewer than 27 times during his press conference — have had their lives upended by Obamacare. Your traditional hard-core statist, surveying the mountain of human wreckage he has wrought, usually says, “Well, you can’t make an omelet without breaking a few eggs.” But Obama is the first to order that his omelet be unscrambled and the eggs put back in their original shells. Is this even doable? No. That’s the point. When it doesn’t work, he’ll be able to give another press conference blaming the insurance companies, or the state commissioners, or George W. Bush . . .
 And through it all, the god-awful, insultingly stupid, embarrassingly incompetent, outrageously illegal shenanigans, we are expected to be so compliant, so eager for his petty favors, that We The People don't even challenge shit like this:

Still, as historian Michael Beschloss pronounced the day after his election, he’s “probably the smartest guy ever to become president.” Naturally, Obama shares this assessment. As he assured us five years ago, “I know more about policies on any particular issue than my policy directors.” Well, apart from his signature health-care policy. That’s a mystery to him. “I was not informed directly that the website would not be working,” he told us. The buck stops with something called “the executive branch,” which is apparently nothing to do with him. As evidence that he was entirely out of the loop, he offered this:

Had I been I informed, I wouldn’t be going out saying, “Boy, this is going to be great.” You know, I’m accused of a lot of things, but I don’t think I’m stupid enough to go around saying, “This is going to be like shopping on Amazon or Travelocity,” a week before the website opens, if I thought that it wasn’t going to work.

Ooooo-kay. So, if I follow correctly, the smartest president ever is not smart enough to ensure that his website works; he’s not smart enough to inquire of others as to whether his website works; he’s not smart enough to check that his website works before he goes out and tells people what a great website experience they’re in for. But he is smart enough to know that he’s not stupid enough to go around bragging about how well it works if he’d already been informed that it doesn’t work. So he’s smart enough to know that if he’d known what he didn’t know he’d know enough not to let it be known that he knew nothing. The country’s in the very best of hands.
Remember, Obama didn't have a clue about the IRS scandal until he heard about it on TV, just like the "folks." And he was playing cards with Reggie Love when bin Laden was taken out. Oh, and he was packing for a weekend in Vegas when Benghazi went down.

Apparently, just because he never knows a damn thing doesn't mean he isn't really, really smart.
Michael Beschloss is right: This is what it means to be smart in a neo-monarchical America. Obama spake, and it shall be so. And, if it turns out not to be so, why pick on him? He talks a good Royal Proclamation; why get hung up on details?
All in all, I could just puke.

I'll be in my Drinking Closet. If anyone wants to join me, it's BYOB. I'm not sharing today.


  1. Yeah, a little schadenfreude. I don't think most of the political pundits have figured this thing out yet though. They're still thinking in terms of standard political games. I've got a nasty feeling they're laughing at Slim Pickens whoopin' and hollerin' on that last ride. The political class figures they can just finagle a spot in the mine and have written off 99% of the population.

    Guess what movie I just rewatched yesterday. Seemed appropriate for the times.

    1. Worried someone is going to steal your essence? HAHAHAHA!

      Love that movie.

      How ya been? I know I've been seriously dropping the ball here, but life is just not slowing down. The good news is that, at least for the winter, the construction projects are virtually buttoned up...just in time for the rains --- OH PLEASE!!! We need rain. We are now buying water to run the irrigation system so that our new pasture doesn't die. CRAP! What we do for our animals.

      What are you planning for Thanksgiving? We are going to Las Vegas, and no, not because it's Las Vegas. I hate the town. My hubby's brother lives in Henderson, NV and the clan is meeting up there. One of these days we just might talk everyone into coming to our house, but the "older brother" thing holds tremendous power in my husband's family.

    2. Not too bad. Got a bad cold last Friday, the rough part passed in a few days but the congestion isn't ready to give up yet. Must be the fluoride, damn commie scum.

      Got all the leaves raked up and ready for pick up yesterday despite that, since rain was coming. Must have had a fair amount overnight because the piles are about 1/3 the height they were yesterday. Now we're supposed to have winds and storms today, I hope they're wet enough to stay where I put them. Or, maybe I'll get lucky and the neighbors will get more of my leaves than I get of theirs.

      No special plans for Thanksgiving. Get to give extra support to the turkey farmers this year. The chest freezer crapped out the other day. Fortunately it was mostly empty. Except, of course...

  2. I'm hoarding the booze right now. I work, or rather, as if Thursday at 8:45am est, worked, at a hospital.

    I am sad that I do not have a job. I am ecstatic that I'm not working for those particular SOBs anymore.

    And then on Friday I hear on the radio and read on the paper about the press release from the hospital saying that the 10 people they laid off on Thursday were all middle and upper management. So I guess I got promoted after I got fired? I wish to heck they'd been paying me like management.

    However, I've already got one job application off, and once I confirm someone for my reference list, I've got six or seven more jobs I can apply for tomorrow. Of course, only one is within commuting distance... The others are all 3-4 hours away to 3 days unless you have a team of drivers or fly.

    1. Sorry to hear about the job. Best of luck in your hunt for a new and better one.

    2. Damn! That SUCKS! And right before the holidays. Keeping my fingers crossed that a perfect job comes along with new SOBs....HAHAHA! Just kidding. NO SOBs.!!!

  3. We'd been planning on moving, ( the economy in CT sucks) but had hoped that the current job would hold out for another two years or so until the youngest was in her last year of high school.

    But at least there do seem to be jobs in the pay range we need which need my skill set. And the relief of not having to deal with the hospital admin outweighs the "Eeek, no job!" by a long shot.

    1. We're hanging on by the skin of our teeth here in California, too, because we have our youngest finishing high school this year. After she leaves, who knows what we'll do or where we'll go? We are looking at Boise.

  4. 'DO NOT CARE what effects their policies have on us.'

    I wish I could believe that. But I suspect that they do care; that their policies are specifically designed to hurt us.

    1. I think it's a matter of them not caring specifically because power only cares about itself and its aggrandizement. To the extent that their policies grant them more power, they care. And if something challenges their power, they care. But whether you live or die? They don't give a crap.