Friday, November 24, 2006

Driving the Ball Point Home

Every one knows how thankful I am, for the wonder of our lives and our country. This is a dramatic memory reconstruction of part of my holiday, since I did not have any recorded audio.

This year, we had thanksgiving dinner at my uncle's home, which is a welcome small island of conservative values. To add spice to the Pumpkin pie, was my sister. She is very liberal. She is usually very smart.

Archimedes volume principle applies to my sister, where any wine consumed, displaces the liberal thought, which must be vented to make more room for Merlot. This year, I decided not to engage in a long and fruitless emotional exchange. Neither mind would be enlightened; I can assure you.

The story would have ended here, if she wasn't spewing the tired drum mantra of evil American corporate culture all over my two young second cousins, who seemed to be listening somewhat indifferently.

I know their mother is a fellow conservative, so it is probably ok. Thank God she didn't start with the war for oil and the pathetic overused Bush speech. After the recent election and the recent layoffs at work, that would have ignited the gathering cloud of fumes around the room. Never mind. Leave it alone, Insolublog. My uncle was watching the NFL. I was switching between the screen and the anti-corporate propaganda campaign.

My two cousins gathered at the appetizer table and pull over a couple foldout chairs. The gravy was being simmered and assembled. The fragrant, corbread stuffing was being spooned onto a platter. Young Debbie, who is also celebrating her birthday is fingered the menu on her iPod. Jamie inspected the jacket of a CD he and his band cut together.

Here is a tip. Use a prop to make the truth of your point. These days, rhetoric will never be remembered, without a good visual aide and the holiday to tie it together. Everybody remembers the holidays and the events they bring. It is such a good time to craft memories that will stick to the future.

I thumbed around my effects. The cell phone would be overkill. A cell phone is such an unappreciated supreme miracle of modern creation, it would be like explaining the difference between a billion and a trillion. What did Reagan say? The national debt is big enough to take care of itself? Heh.

There it was. A generic ball point retractable pen. That would do. I grunted forward in the arm chair, and rolled myself to a standing stretch. I pulled my sweater back down and ambled over to the table. With an arcing motion, I slapped the pen down on the table, in front of my cousins.

Debbie, what is that?

She shrugged.

Uhh... It's just a pen?

Right. Just a pen. That little device is a miracle of the evil capitalist corporate conspiracy my sister hates so much. Look closely at it. There are several formulations of modern plastic chemistry there. from the hard plunger, to the rubberized grip. There is a precision tensioned spring. There is an elegant rotating mechanism which cycles round and round, making the pen point go in and out. You can see it through the clear barrel. There is a perfect tube, loaded with ink, of just the right viscosity. The ball in the tip keeps that ink flowing uninterrupted and without the need to dry the paper afterwards. All of the different plastic formulations are negotiated for price and shipped on time. We haven't even discussed the design for visual aethetics and human ergonomics. That little wonder is on the shelf over at Target in a box of twenty-five for three dollars. That is twelve cents a piece. There is no way a human being assembed that pen. To make their money, it must be assembled in a mere fraction of a second.

I had the rapt attention of these two kids, at this point.

It took energy to melt the plastic, extrude it, and inspect the parts automatically. Try to imagine building one yourself, at home, with homemade parts. You would not succeed. When my sister lays all this guilty garbage on you, about the butcher, baker and candlestick maker being put out of business by Wal-Mart, think hard about it. Would you like to carry bottles of ink and delicate, hand trimmed quill pens in your pockets, along with fine sand to dry the ink? That is the kind of pen the corner merchant can make for you. You will also pay a hundred dollars a box for them.

No person would be willing to trade this (holding the pen up) marvel for the pollyannish sophistry of the past. We will not even discuss the variety and quality of paper, which would make an old printer like Ben Franklin drool uncontrollably. But you said it Debbie. It is just a pen. The evil corporate conspiracy is so damn good at making them so efficiently and cheaply, that you can throw them out, without a second thought.

Jamie was now looking at his cell phone,. Debbie was looking at her iPod, instead of browsing it.

I love my sister, but on this day, Thanksgiving day, her language is the language of an ingrate. She is going to climb into a car she loves, full of engineering and computers. She is going to drive down to the evil oil company and pump that gasoline into her car. That oil was pumped out of the ground, cooked, seperated, formulated, purified, tanked and delivered to her, by the evil corporate conspiracy. It flows continuously, without interruption or complaint. She is all about passing laws and using government to regulate the people that make this pen and that gasoline, and every little wonder of the industrial world, which touches us every moment of our lives.
Remember, those lawmakers do not actually produce anything for delivery. They generally bicker, criticize and use people.

Then my twenty-one year old cousin said something that made me proud.

Yeah, I know. I would pay an extra dollar a gallon for gas, if we could fire all those a-hole congressmen.

He had heard every word, and he went on to share quite a few of his own; to my surprise and delight. These two kids filled me with hope for the youngest among us. In spite of their youth, they knew they were being spun and knew how to deal with it. They just wanted to listen to my story.

That revelation just made Thanksgiving a holiday to be thankful for.

Sunday, November 19, 2006


I have not been blogging too much lately. I am tied up in the type of activity that will be needed to pay for the Democrat socialist agenda. I will be back. Hopefully soon.

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

Mr. Cardinal, Tear Down That Wall.

From Drudge.

Reuters: Vatican cardinal says U.S.-Mexico fence "inhuman"

Here is the wall surrounding the Vatican.
It's totally loaded up with guards and security.

There are a many poor people, bereft of hope,
That would love to get in
and see the Pope.

You know what? It is totally "inhuman" of the church, to keep out those pilgrims.
The Cardinal's hypocrisy is a microcosm of the world’s hypocrisy on the Mexican border issue.

Tear down your Vatican wall, Mr. Cardinal.


Saturday, November 11, 2006

A Soldier's Cry

Bear with me folks. I was moved, emotionally, by this letter which I found by following a link in Basil's blog, to Eurphoric Reality. Veteran's day is about the men, standing in the shadow of risk. The letter was showcased on the Rusty Humphries show.

From Aaron:

I know you probably get a lot of messages asking you to read stuff on your show, but I BEG you to read this…… I would like you to tell America exactly what they did to their soldiers on Tuesday, and what WE think about our countrymen right now.

“I hope you are satisfied with what you have done…
Today in the mess hall, where there is usually jovial conversation, there was silence, long faces, and broken spirits… Everyone, to include all American soldiers, marines, sailors, airmen, Iraqi Nationals, Bulgarian Soldiers, etc, etc… was speechless, tired, demoralized and stunned…. all ate in eerie silence…..

Last night, while we watched the press conference with the President, there was utter disgust, and the common feeling amongst us all that we soldiers are now the loneliest people on Earth…. we fight an enemy over here, and we have a country full of enemies to go home to that are our countrymen. We watched President Bush say his own political funeral, our commander and chief… as well as ours….. He tried so hard to spin it, but… well.. there is no way to soften such a morale blow.

While you sit and Monday morning quarterback what we work so hard to do for you out here, just know that the spirit of your team is wounded….. YOU liberals, you America have done a great job of demoralizing us… Thank you.

Do us a favor though, when we do come home, spare us the ceremony……. We all now know that it is a bunch of crap, and what you think of us…….

I have to say that right now, I would rather be a pussy ass Frenchman, even though they have no will to fight, at least they have the balls to make a decision and stick with it…… They stuck to their guns about staying out of this war, even if it was the wrong decision……America on the other hand, goes off half cocked, and when the decision appears to be a hard one, or something that might cost a little bit, they turn tail and run…..


This week I am NOT proud to say that I am an American……….I think it is obvious why… See, we just have told the world that we are not a nation of people who are tough, and will fight for what we believe in… We have told the world that we are a giant coward that will shy away from any difficult challenge…

So, while you eat your cheetos, and sit there and watch your lazy ass get fatter, dumber and happier Joe Citizen.. Just remember this, I, and all my comrades payed a dear price to come this far and have you decide that we should fail…

Realize this, because of your action this week America…. do not expect so many men to be so willing to stand up for your next little whim just to be cut down in the middle of it all…………
Realize this also… you have just put a heavy price on the heads of us all…… Now that we are branded as cowards, we are an easy target, oh so inviting for the taking……. I swore to protect your children in your beds…. yet you fling the door wide open in spite of me to invite the scourge…. Well…. have it your way then.

Because of this, September 11th will soon be overshadowed by these same enemies… my advice to you is get your lazy, self centered ass up and make peace with your God, and your family… cause, time will come when they may not be there for you…………….Because you kicked me in the teeth, and so many others, I know I won’t any more.. ”



I share your rage at the election and the despicable propaganda conditions, which obviously shaped the outcome. Unlike the template of Vietnam, there is no moratorium on the thoughts, the love and respect many of us have for your personal, voluntary sacrifice.

..there is no way to soften such a morale blow.

Please let me try, Aaron. There are many of us, here in America, who believe you, soldier. A victory, in politics, built on a genuine lie, cannot be sustained.

Many conservatives feel the dark and pessimistic electromagnetic pulse of the lie becoming the substance of policy. But that is precisely what this is. A pulse, designed to harvest political power. It is not a wave, because it is built upon a single thrust of false energy; not the power of genuine national security, justice and victory over evil. There are many of us, here in America, who do not believe them.

I am sorry to say it soldier, but you are right. There is an enemy here at home. There is a culture war, fashioned next to the war on terror. There is a fascist enemy Aaron, every bit as poisoned by a self-proclaimed ideology of superiority, as the terrorists, with their religious perversions. It is this perversion, and its perveyors, who are to be blamed for your angst.

But this is a wonderful country, Aaron. There are still those of us, who love her dearly. There are those of us who know you are there, standing against barbarians. There are those of us who support your families, while you fight those barbarians. There is also your family, Aaron.

America has a constitution. There are words of a founding father, John Adams, to give you solice in your waning morale:

Facts are stubborn things; and whatever may be our wishes, our inclinations, or the dictates of our passions, they cannot alter the state of facts and evidence.

This is the elephant in the room, that cannot be shot. As you well know, battles are often lost in wars. Those losses and the decisions that precipitate them, are demoralizing and disheartening.

The only advice I can give you, is to adopt a mission greater than you signed up for. Yes, that is unfair to ask of you, who already have given us your body and soul and your genuine patriotism. But you are a soldier. You are the one, equipped with the strength of moral character and national spirit, that is lacking in those that you protect. You can see that it is lacking here at home.

You must know that. You must know that in all battles, there is a strategy to win. If you purge your fighting spirit, with despair, it will just destroy you.

Those that have perverted our culture and pride, are marginalizing the voices against them, on the grounds that we have not served. Well, neither have most of them.

When you return home, you must bring home that quality of discipline and professionalism, that fills you with national spirit and people like me with humility and pride. Washington is suffering a vacuum of leadership, my friend. I cannot think of anyone better to fill that void, than a young new leader returning to bring his passion, his mission and his expertise of seeing democracy flourish abroad, back to the America we love.

You, Aaron, are the force of the American revolutionary spirit. There is force and power in the concert of your voices. America needs to be invigorated by those who have experienced the genuine suffering of the oppressed, not those who perverted your mission and perverted your message, for raw power and the cowering peace of submission.

Thank you soldier.
You are in our hearts.
You are in our minds.
You are in our spirit.


Friday, November 10, 2006

The Rummy

Adapted from Edgar Allen Poe's the Raven by Insolublog.

Once upon a midnight dreary, as Fox News punditry grew weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of crap from guys like Gore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a snapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at the House chamber door.
`'Tis some exit polls,' I muttered, `tapping at my House chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak November,
And each separate dying member wrought his candidacy upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my blog surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Terror War -
And news of the rare and radiant maiden of Democracy so Pure.
It was too late for this and more.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of every ballot booth curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my House chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my Senate floor -
This it is, and nothing more,'

Presently my soul grew stronger; the keystrokes beating longer,
To the cathode and its theatre players I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my Senate floor,
That I scarce wanted to admit the ugly electoral downpour; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no conservative patriot ever dared to dream before
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness was clearly spoken,
And the only words there spoken were, `Hark! They have the floor!'
Now to seize the Senate all they need is four.
Merely this and nothing more.

Post election the power is turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard another snapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something to upset the trend for sure.
Let me see then, what there is, in this recent loud uproar -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis scalp. they crave for more!'

The cameras snapped their shutters, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately Rummy of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched at the podium on the press room floor -
Perched upon the tense morass of a political claymore -
Perched, and spoke, and grew heartsore.

Then this gray old bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient Rummy wandering from the press room floor -
Tell me what thy lordly plan is on Iran's Plutonium score!'
Quoth the Rummy, `Nevermore.'

The press marveled at this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy to their rancor;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Could feel blessed with the act seeing this bird in a state of fleeing
As the weak flow into being at the House chamber door,
They grimace a ghoulish `Nevermore.'

But the Rummy, perched on the podium, spoke so lonely,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow will he leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
Then the old bird said, `Nevermore.'

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
`Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from his unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never-nevermore."'

But the Rummy still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of the screen and his outpour;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to hyperlinking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my blogger's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the HP notebook glowed o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the HP notebook glowing o'er,
She shall keypress, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an CNN censor
Spun by reporters whose notebooks tinkled on the press room floor.
`Wretch,' they cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of the Iraqi War!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Iraqi War!'
Quoth the Rummy, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said they, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether Rove sent, or whether Bush tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by terror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
Are there - are there bombs in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
Quoth the Rummy, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said they, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above them - by that God that they abhor -
Please tell this soul with sorrow in hand, what is beyond the distant sand,
Tell me what thy lordly plan is on what Iran has in store,
For the rare and radiant maiden of Democracy so Pure.
Quoth the Rummy, `Nevermore.'

`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' They shrieked upstarting -
`Get thee back into the tempest and let Iran's Plutonium soar!'
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave our arrogance unbroken! - quit the podium upon our floor!
Take thy beak from out our heart, and take thy form right out the door!'
Quoth the Rummy, `Nevermore.'

And the Rummy, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the blogger pages fitting of the memory of his knitting;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a warhorse still deftly dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And his soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!

Goodbye old Bird.

Dread Pundit Bluto
, Mensa Barbie,Fmragtops,Point Five

The New Family Values

Now that we have made it over the hump, on our fast track to European socialist culture, I wonder if we will start seeing toys like this on the Christmas shelves.

Tesco today agreed to remove the product from the Toy section of the site, but said it will remain on sale as a Fitness Accessory, despite the fact that the product description invites users to "unleash the sex kitten inside".

It even comes with some monopoly money, so the little boys in the playground can learn to tuck the bills in the right spot.

I suppose it's amusing, right up to the point your little daughter gives Santa a lap dance and asks for one.


Thursday, November 09, 2006

Swine flesh for the Masses

FIAR seems to be wrapped in crisp delicious Bacon!® lately.

The only way to answer this cry for help, is with some video therapy. Alright... this about FIAR questioning my sexual orientation, because I drink Fresca. Hey. It's the light citrus taste, that doesn't in any way imply your gay. I'm sure I saw that in the supermarket kiosk.

FMRagtops has a story about how all that earmarking, you know, bringing home the Bacon!®, that the Republicans did. Well, it got them into trouble with the trans-fat free loving RINO's and Democrats. It added so much pork to the conservative base that they sat on the couch watching Oprah on election day.

Now we are all going to get our cholesterol lowered the hard way.

You remember when your parents made you smoke the whole pack, just to make you sick of cigarettes? Well...

Now there's a pair of Bacon-Mongers, replete with a cannibal mascot!

This one is for Wyatt and RT

BTW, Wyatt is having a politically free Q&A. Sounds like a good idea. So, read my political drivel below, then go to Wyatt for relief.


Let's Talk Politics

An e-mail friend issued a short rant over the election. This sentence summarizes the sentiment.

I hate this whole "party system" bull$hit.

I felt his frustration, but think this criticism is slightly misplaced.

What I hate is the primary system, not the party system. When a political party is properly utilized, it becomes a useful bureaucratic container for political action. Bureaucracy is like a bowel movement; nobody wants to deal with it, but it is a necessary part of life.

The Caucus System

The caucus system used to select candidates for a general election, through the process of party delegates, choosing the candidate through party platform and negotiation. Delegates then select the candidate by votes along the party lines. The voter comes in on the general election, and votes on candidates who strongly represent the ideological platform of the parties.

The old caucus system used to have its share of corruption problems (as was parodied in the Three Stooges “Ham and Egger” skit). However, the caucus system had one important facet. People who were educated in the ideological orientation of the party, chose the candidates who would run in the general election. Distinct party ideologies make decisions possible. They make decisive leadership possible.

The Primary System

The primary system is a construct where there is an initial vote to approve a candidate for the election, by the will of the voter. Delegates to the convention, are then technically bound by that decision, when they cast their convention vote. To be fair, it was argued that this is more democratic than the caucus system, since the voter is involved in both stages. This works well, as long as the largess of the voting population is civic minded.

Well, Something Happened

The modern television media has literally poisoned the primary system with imagery, sound bites and scandal mongering. These now play an enormous role, next to a few major key issues, in determining the quality of your candidates. Now you have people who are elected for the full head of hair and a confident smile, not leadership strength. Executive branches suffer the worst in this system.

The Poor Leadership Cycle


When the media get's involved, it's ratings priorities and sensational nature corrupt the primary process. Tweedle-dum and Tweedle-dummer become the candidates, based on how they will be perceived by the public in the media driven primary system, NOT on strict ideological accomplishments and qualifications. Look at both Bush and Kerry. There just isn't anything tasty on the buffet, is there?

After this happens, they look the same, smell the same, and get their support from the same sources. The actual functional position on issues and platform are facades.


After this happens, the undecided voting population increases, out of disgust.


Once the undecided population increases, the candidates begin to stray even more from the ideological path, to manage their opinions based on polls. Again, ideology takes a back seat.


Once this happens, they look even more alike. This amplifies the general disgust and the size of the undecided vote. This brings us back to Doh.

Missed Opportunities

An Abraham Lincoln would not pass a primary on looks. A Teddy Roosevelt could not pass a primary on a high shrill voice. A Dwight Eisenhower could not pass a primary cause he is bald…

So, Insol, what about Ronald Reagan?

What about him? When you roll two dice, you have independent variables. Once in a while, they come up favorable on both faces. You get a candidate with very good communication and ideological skills, along with television appeal. How many Reagan’s are lined up for ’08?

Ideology is Still There

The Primary system doesn't destroy the ideology. The ideology lingers on, trying to find its way into the ebb and flow of the party bureaucracies. You get liberal Republicans and now, perhaps, conservative Democrats. The problem is the party bureaucratic containers cannot contain ideology, like they should; You cannot lead with force and confidence under those conditions.

There is also a rabid ideological bend to the media. They are unelected and unappointed. However, they have a collective ideology and the will and motivation to exert it in every way possible.

It was 180 Degrees Wrong

Conservatives supported RINO incumbency, in the primary, out of fear that the party could lose. Then they sat on their a$$es in the general election, out of disgust. So they lost.

Fixing this system, if possible, will be painful. Why? There is a real ideology out there, which has to win. The losing ideology will then have to game the system to win.

Let's look at the Leiberman race. The liberals did the right thing in that race. They did what conservatives should have done in the primary. They ran an aggressive primary candidate, who represented their ideology. The voters rejected that candidate. It was the liberal ideology, which lost that race, not the relevance of the process.

If I were The King of the Forest

I would $hit-can the primary system. Fix the caucus system’s shortcomings and create distinctive platform positions, not based on the moderately undecided wishy-washy candidate, but based on qualifications. Then the general election would provide distinct candidates.

Not that any of this would ever happen, mind you! Just follow the money.


Tuesday, November 07, 2006

Alright Everybody

Don't kill yourself over this (ahem) setback.

Just imagine how worse off you could be. You could be one of our soldiers, wondering if the mission will be cancelled in defeat, after some of your dear friends were killed or injured. Just make it clear to the new regime that this ridiculous Vietnamization of the war will not be tolerated.

Think of your friend Insolublog. He has lived in a smothering bowl of berry Blue moonbat kool-aide flavored jello his entire voting life. He has seen Mike Dukakis, followed by 17 anemic, limp-wristed years of Massachusetts style Republicanism which embarrassed itself into extinction with Jane Swift, Fat Matt Amorello and Paul Celluci. That Jello wasn't even like, Republican Raspberry Red. it was a gooey, purple conglomerate; tasteless and sloppy. No wonder it is now being picked up by an illegal Mexican immigrant and flushed out into the harbor, after he stops by the RMV and picks up his new drivers license. Muchas gracious Deval!

When William Jefferson Clinton became the first African American president, the white house got a taste of some white chocolate, in the Ray Nagin vernacular. Now Massachusetts has the bitter dark chocolate version of Bill Clinton. Now your troubles don't look so bad do they? Relax. It's only a movie.

Liberal American resolve is now a cheap Hollywood ribbon, replete with dramatic flourishes and empty suits, loaded with political vaporware. You remember the muffled unintelligible noises made by the adults in the Charlie Brown holiday specials? That's what modern liberal American politics has become. You don't actually have to listen or understand to what the politicians say. Much like the family dog, you just have to be convinced that the garbled babbling has a soothing, melodic tonal quality, which heralds that devastatingly effective Clinton sympathy playbook.

You see, we need that sympathy. Sympathy and victim status are the new cogs in the progressive engine of socialist democracy. We need our little Charlie Brown hands held and tugged along. We need our carefully measured spectrum of medication. We need our booze and bongs. We need someone to pick up our dirty clothes. We need someone to clean the unwashed dishes. We need someone to recharge our cell phone and pay the electric bill for our shallow hedonistic little universes. Just ask the main stream media. They are all too willing to handle those painful thoughts and decisions, and hand them over to the entitlement fairy. Just leave that liberal Democrat ballot under your pillow.

We also need to have those little childhood selfish and impatient gratifications sated quickly dammit, without any delay. There cannot be anything resembling an interruption of our civilian splendor. Why should we suffer even the slightest inconvenience, to support our troops or recognize that a war can be long and hard, as the President has warned so many times? Dammit, this is the new unified, moderated and homogenized America. We don't have the time or patience to wait for the next season of the religious barbaric reality show to set up the latest dramatic conflict.

9/11 is already on the shelf, collecting dust, sitting in the DVD boxed set, next to Farencrap 9/11 and the loose change conspiracy. It's just not fun anymore. The five disc tray is already occupied by the Dixie Cows movie and all things cool and subversive. Besides, 9/11 got bad reviews in Europe, where all the cool, smart people live, next to all kinds of cool historical stuff. Just grab a knapsack, a Eurail pass, and take your little ignorant skull full of overcooked Wheatena over to the 'home country' and get a nice liberal dose of European enlightenment. Then come back to America as a new John Forbes Kerry world citizen and crap all over the ignorant natives who haven't had Belgian honey squirted on their Wheatena.

You, yes, you too could be basking in the intellectual splendor of a crowd of people that saw fit to press the replay button, once again, on Ted Kennedy at a obese margin of 70% to 30%. Or how about Patches Kennedy in Rhode Island! Where else can a family of rich liberals kill and injure innocent citizens while intoxicated and then be re-installed like a rare but broken part to a Russian tank? Only the cult of victimhood can make this possible.

There is a spot of sunshine here. The Democrat party supposedly has some conservative voices now. We will see how genuine those voices are. So, as you experience the brisk cold of this new landscape, just remember, it's always full blown Russian winter somewhere in the northeast.

Photo ID not required in Andover Mass.

Nobody was checking for ID's in my town during the voting process. I suppose anyone could walk in, with a name and a valid address, and vote in a Massachusetts election. I hope there is a challenge of citizen disenfranchisement.

Yeah, right.

The Mass. GOP is pathetic.


Monday, November 06, 2006

Good Bye Johnny D

Radio host John Depetro was fired last week for saying this about green party candidate, Grace Ross, who is running for Mass. Governor next to my girl Kerry and that frightening Clintonian sect called the Cult of Deval. There's another guy, who I don't want to credit with repeating his name, because he has obviously been skipping his anti-psychotic medication.

“I could go now a lifetime without Grace Ross,” DePetro said on yesterday’s show. “She has nerve. This whole business of you know, ‘Well since we’re being ignored. . . .’ No, you’re irrelevant. Get off the stage. I couldn’t stand her at the end. At one point I was about to yell, ‘Will somebody tell that fat lesbian to shut up!’ ”
So what is the big deal?

a) Grace Ross runs around all the time, bragging about her proud lesbian status in the gay community.
b) Grace Ross is an irrelevant blowhard.
c) Who isn't fat these days? The BBC saw fit to write this article with "Americans are getting fatter at a rate like never before. Who got fired over there?

It's a fact. Given a,b and c, Grace Ross is a plump, blubbermouthed carpet licker.

Not that there is anything wrong with that.

Here, judge for yourself:

Here's an idea, John. Don't skip a step. Start your own internet radio stream today.


Sunday, November 05, 2006

Words to Vote By

The very atmosphere of firearms anywhere and everywhere restrains evil interference - they deserve a place of honor with all that's good.
- George Washington

When firearms go, all goes. We need them every hour.
- George Washington

It would be nice if the Democrats shared your view Mr. President. They do not believe that they deserve a place of honor; neither do they believe they are good.

The clearest way to show what the rule of law means to us in everyday life is to recall what has happened when there is no rule of law.

- Dwight D. Eisenhower

What happens without the rule of law? Mexicans dancing in our streets, claiming revolutionary victory and waiving the Mexican flag. American citizens killed by unlicensed, undocumented and uninsured alien drivers. American homes, on the Mexican border, overrun by an alien horde. Beer companies openly paying for illegal rallies. Main stream newspapers committing treason in war time. That's what happens, when there is no rule of law, Mr. President.

Every immigrant who comes here should be required within five years to learn English or leave the country.

- Theodore Roosevelt

Sorry Mr. President. That's just not diverse and multicultural enough for today's decaying liberal American dream.

I think there is only one quality worse than hardness of heart and that is softness of head.

- Theodore Roosevelt

You mean good looks and a feel-your-pain attitude are not the correct attributes for political leadership. Say it isn't so!

Don't think you are going to conceal thoughts by concealing evidence that they ever existed.

- Dwight D. Eisenhower

I'm sure that is exactly what the Clintons thought, when they rewrote history in their books. It's too bad, for them, your words have exceptional relevance these days, Mr. President.

The things that will destroy America are prosperity-at-any-price, peace-at-any-price, safety-first instead of duty-first, the love of soft living, and the get-rich-quick theory of life.

- Theodore Roosevelt

And with liberal social policies and a general apathy towards the sacrifices made by our troops in the field, we have been following this yellow brick road for some time. It's time to storm the gates of the Emerald city, Mr. President.

Don't interfere with anything in the Constitution. That must be maintained, for it is the only safeguard of our liberties.

- Abraham Lincoln

Mr. President, didn't you get the memo from Justice Souter and Ginsberg? The Constitution is a living document, so it should be treated with a dose of international Prozac and European Zoloft, just to alleviate that historical depression that always seems to pop-up.

We are tired of aristocratic explanations in Harvard words.

- Dwight D. Eisenhower

I am sorry if you were too stupid to understand senator Kerry's botched joke, Mr. President.

You cannot escape the responsibility of tomorrow by evading it today.

- Abraham Lincoln

Testify Abe! Testify to those rainy day undecided sheep at the voting booth.

History does not long entrust the care of freedom to the weak or the timid.

- Dwight D. Eisenhower

Jimmy Carter's term certainly hits a home run on this one, Mr. President. The birth of modern terrorism, the first perception in the mideast, that we were weak. Over a year of failed diplomacy. Then this dope gives nuclear technology to North Korea. Hoo-boy.

To cure the British disease with socialism was like trying to cure leukaemia with leeches.
- Margaret Thatcher

What can I say? To cure the American disease with socialism would be like trying to cure mad cow disease with a meat grinder, some buns, cheese and mayo at a DNC convention.

The income tax created more criminals than any other single act of government.
- Barry M. Goldwater

And we still haven't brought them to Justice, Barry.

If you tell people where to go, but not how to get there, you'll be amazed at the results.

- George S. Patton

Thanks for the advice General. Go to the polls and vote. I'm not going to tell you how to get there. Just amaze me with the results.


What Happened to the Documents?

There was a time when a certain well-respected Democrat issued an executive order, insisting that aliens in the United States without immigrant status, have documentation to prove their status.



December 27, 1938

By virtue of and pursuant to the authority vested in me by the act of May 22, 1918, 40 Stat. 559, as extended by the act of March 2, 1921, 41 Stat. 1205- 1217, I hereby prescribe the following regulations pertaining to documents required of aliens entering the United States (which regulations shall be applicable to Chinese and to Philippine citizens who are not citizens of the United States except as may be otherwise provided by special laws and regulations governing the entry of such persons):


1. Nonimmigrants must present unexpired passports or official documents in the nature of passports issued by the governments of the countries to which they owe allegiance or other travel documents showing their origin and identity, as prescribed in regulations issued by the Secretary of State, and valid passport visas, except in the following cases:

(a) A nonimmigrant alien coming within a category and domiciled in a country, island, or territory of the Western Hemisphere, specified in regulations issued by the Secretary of State, passing in transit through the United States or entering the United States temporarily.

(b) A nonimmigrant alien lawfully admitted into the United States who later goes in transit from one part of the United States to another through foreign contiguous territory.

(c) A nonimmigrant alien child born subsequent to the issuance of the passport visa of an accompanying parent, the visa not having expired.

(d) An alien who has previously been legally admitted into the United States with a diplomatic visa or with a passport visa as a nonimmigrant as defined by Section 3(1) or Section 3(6) of the Immigration Act of 1924 (43 Stat. 153, 154), and who has departed temporarily therefrom and returned within six months, not having proceeded to any place outside the countries, islands, and territories of the Western Hemisphere specified in regulations issued by the Secretary of State, and not having relinquished the status in which he was originally admitted.

2. A nonimmigrant alien not included in any of the foregoing exceptions who is passing in transit through the United States may present, in lieu of a passport visa, a transit certificate granted by an authorized officer of the United States.

3. A nonimmigrant alien not included in any of the exceptions specified in the preceding paragraphs who enters the United States for a period not exceeding ten days, landing temporarily while the vessel on which he is a passenger is in port or crossing the border, entering and departing via the same port of entry, may present, in lieu of a passport visa, a limited entry certificate granted by an authorized officer of the United States.

4. The Secretary of State is authorized in his discretion to waive the passport and visa requirements in cases of emergency for nonimmigrants, except that the Governor of the Virgin Islands is authorized in his discretion to waive the requirements in cases of emergency for nonimmigrant aliens applying for admission at a port of entry of the Virgin Islands.

5. No passport visa, transit certificate, or landing certificate shall be granted to an alien whose entry would be contrary to the public safety.


1. Immigrants must present unexpired passports, or official documents in the nature of passports, issued by the governments of the countries to which they owe allegiance, or other travel documents showing their origin and identity, prescribed in regulations issued by the Secretary of State, and valid immigration visas granted by the consular officers of the United States in accordance with the requirements of the Immigration Act of 1924 and the regulations issued thereunder, except in the following cases:

(a) An alien immigrant child born subsequent to the issuance of the immigration visa of an accompanying parent, the visa not having expired.

(b) An alien immigrant child born during the temporary visit abroad of an alien mother who has previously been legally admitted into the United States for permanent residence, under such regulations as may be prescribed.

(c) An alien immigrant who has previously been legally admitted into the United States for permanent residence, has departed temporarily therefrom and returned within six months, not having proceeded to any place outside the countries, islands, and territories of the Western Hemisphere specified in regulations issued by the Secretary of State.

(d) An alien immigrant who has previously been legally admitted into the United States for permanent residence, re-entering from a journey beginning in an American port, without transshipment from the original vessel to another vessel.

(e) An alien immigrant who has previously been legally admitted into the United States for permanent residence, has departed therefrom and has returned from a temporary visit abroad, and who presents an unexpired permit to re- enter, issued pursuant to section 10 of the Immigration Act of 1924.

2. An alien who has previously been legally admitted into the United States as a nonquota immigrant student, has departed temporarily therefrom and returned within six months, not having proceeded to any place outside the countries, islands, and territories of the Western Hemisphere specified in regulations issued by the Secretary of State and not having relinquished his student status, may re-enter without an immigration visa.

3. An immigrant Spanish national who on April 11, 1899 (whether adult or minor), was a bona fide resident of Puerto Rico or adjacent islands which comprised the Province of Puerto Rico, and who, in conformity with Article IX of the treaty between the United States and Spain of April 11, 1899, has preserved his allegiance to Spain, may present a passport visa, in lieu of an immigration visa, for entry into Puerto Rico. Such aliens may be admitted into Puerto Rico without regard to the provisions of the Immigration Act of 1924, except section 23. (Act of May 26, 1926, ch. 400, 44 Stat. 657.)

4. In such classes of cases and under such conditions as may by regulations be prescribed, the immigration visa requirements may be waived, under section 13(b) of the Immigration Act of 1924, and the passport requirements may also be waived, for an alien immigrant who has previously been legally admitted into the United States for permanent residence, has departed therefrom, and is returning from a temporary visit abroad.

5. In such classes of cases and under such conditions as may by regulations be prescribed by the Secretary of State, the passport requirements may be waived for any immigrant.


The Executive Secretary of the Panama Canal is hereby authorized to issue passport visas, transit certificates, landing certificates, and immigration visas to aliens coming to the United States from the Canal Zone. The Governor of American Samoa is hereby authorized to issue passport visas, transit certificates, landing certificates, and immigration visas to aliens coming to the United States from American Samoa. The Governor of Guam is hereby authorized to issue passport visas, transit certificates, landing certificates, and immigration visas to aliens coming to the United States from Guam.


The documentary requirements for aliens applying for admission into American possessions outside the United States are to be prescribed by the competent authorities in such possessions, except in the case of the Philippine Islands, which are covered by separate Executive order.


The definitions contained in section 28 of the Immigration Act of 1924 shall be regarded as applicable to this order, except as otherwise specified herein.


The Secretary of State and the Secretary of Labor are hereby authorized to make such additional rules and regulations, not inconsistent with this order, as may be deemed necessary for carrying out the provisions of this order and the statutes mentioned herein.


This order shall take effect immediately and shall supersede the provisions of Executive Order No. 7865 [FN1] of April 12, 1938, entitled, 'Documents Required of Aliens Entering the United States', but shall not supersede Executive Order No. 4049 of July 14, 1924, entitled, 'Documents Required of Aliens Entering the United States on Airships', or Executive Order No. 7797 [FN2] of January 26, 1938, entitled, 'Documents Required of Bona Fide Alien Seamen Entering the United States'.

December 27, 1938.

He was interested in national security. Today's Democrat party could care less. Who are you going to vote for?

Saturday, November 04, 2006

Pre-emptive Strike

Robert Hodiern is about to release several copies of the same call for Rumsfeld's resignation, in several Military publications. Army Times, Navy Times, Marine Corps Times, Air Force Times.

Of course he will try to make out this is not an election ploy.

Well... Go read his on-line resume.

It looks like he is a regular contributor to the BBC, The Washington Post etc.

He also edited a book titled: Drive-By Journalism: The Assault on Your Need to Know

Judging by the Amazon comments, the book tries to argue that the liberal bias in the media is a myth. Rigggght. This is not a chorus of criticism. It is a smarmy of one.

Feel free to read this freelance paper, in it's entirety, just in case you don't like my treatment of context. From the conclusions:

For the military, telling the truth is not a moral imperative, it’s a tactic. For the media truth is not a means to an end, it is the end. To be sure, it is a goal the media often misses for any number of reasons -- deadline pressures, financial restraints, competitive pressures and -- never underestimate this one -- incompetence. But Among America’s major media it is seldom the result of a conscious decision to lie.

Somebody tell that to CNN, the NYT, Reuters, AP ... The next time they get caught photo-shopping war coverage or undermining national security.

Artificial amplification of your political opinion, by controlling the editorial context of several military newspapers is also not a conscious decision to be truthful.

Nice try Bob.