September 18, 2009

Pantload's Wife Wading into the Fray


Uh-oh, we're in trouble now. We didn't listen to Big Chief Pantload and now he's unleashed his main squeeze on us. Seems that Michelle will be out stumping for the flagging health care plan in an attempt to reverse its code blue status and get it off life support.
So we catch up with our beloved First Lady as she begins her little foray into this crusade by snuggling up with Kathleen "The Sultan of Sneeze" Sebelius before laying down the law to we mortals.

Later, she decides to take a carbon-footprint intensive grocery shopping trip because the White House cupboard was a little bare and, well, we can't get caught short of arugula, can we?

I just got one question; What's up with that belt? I mean, that came from the same place she got her $6,000 purse and the $500 sneakers?

Hey, Charlie Gibson, ya catch Jay Leno the other night?

Just sayin'

Land of the Free, Home of the Pantload

Take a good look at this, old son. Is this the future of free speech in our country or did Maxine Waters just tell security to "probe" this guy?

Our beloved Leader is giving (yet another) health-care harangue when he is heckled by some folks in the stands. Ultimately, what this guy has to say offends the POTUS and the law comes to remove the heckler. Kinda chilling, ain't it?


September 16, 2009

Didn't your mother tell you to clean up your room!


Late to the dance on this one, but here is what I was looking for: the contrast between the mess left behind by those celebrating this Pantload-in-Chief’s inauguration versus that left behind by the 9/12 marchers. These pictures were from the Gateway Pundit's post -- he has a great pictorial comparison with some great comments. On the left is a picture of the mall soon after the demonstrators closed down business for the day.




And over here on the right we have the detritus left behind from Obama's 20 January inauguration. Kinda says it all, don’t it?

Update: You really do owe it to yourself to head over to Gateway Pundit (link above) and read the comments on that post. There are some real side-splitters ~~ plus a few good dissections of clueless trolls. Offer of proof is this comment regarding the picture at the right:




"Looks like someone threw out a perfectly good handicapped person, shame on them for littering"
merkin | 09.13.09 - 7:40 pm | #

September 14, 2009

A Great New Blog Resource!

I'd like to call your attention to my blog list over -- if you will excuse the expression -- on the left. There is a link to an absolutely wonderful blog called "Another Black Conservative" whose author does a marvelous job of skewering the Left and presenting a great conservative message. What's even more wonderful is his blog list containing links to yet more black conservative blogs.

But I was always led to believe that that was an impossibility; that the Democrats and the Left spoke for African Americans. That was their province.

Why, who knows? This "Content of one's character" thing just might catch on. I mean, it would be the death of identity politics as we know it. 

Seriously, wander over there and take a look. It is terriffic!

September 13, 2009

Head Count

About the most compelling photograph of the assembled masses last Saturday (9 September 2009) is the one on the right which I gleefully and remorselessly ripped off from Associated Press. (See the "Tale of Two Marines" post below.)

To be sure, there is a heated controversy concerning the head count for that event. The Obama administration, the Democrats, the Left, and all those banging the drums for status quo "Hope and Change" want to minimize the participation and discredit the event. On the other hand, those who got off our butts and made the journey --  or those of us who merely did so in spirit -- want the number to go through the roof in order to stick it to the other side, to get in their face, and to prove to ourselves that our anger and frustration is not misplaced.

You know, to prove that we are not alone.


To that end, as one wanders around the internet and culls opinion from the various posts and attached comments, one finds a variety of headcount algorithms to substantiate their arrived-at totals. There are comparisons to various sold-out stadia events ("it was bigger than Woodstock", "I remember when I was at Super Bowl XXII.."), body mass calculations ("An average human occupies five square feet"), traffic flow computations using the Pennsylvania Avenue "People Meter" and so on.

Possibly the best summary of all of these head count methods was done by Charlie Martin over at Pajamas Media who -- to the dismay of the left and the discreditors -- arrives at a very conservative figure of just about one million. Now, I will tend to believe Charlie because I am told that he is a fellow computer scientist and I'd trust a guy like that over, say, an ACORN office worker or someone in the DNC.

Seriously, Stephen Green expounds on Charlie's street creds and I rely on Stephen's drunken blogging to get me through those interminable and innumerable televised speeches by our Beloved Pantload. So Charlie's good to go in my book.

But, gentle readers, I believe we're missing the point. I think all but the most obtuse can agree that -- by any standard -- the turnout exceeded expectations. Put another way: the discreditors are working awfully hard to make their case for a conservative fizzle. I mean, the Kneepad Media are really craning their collective necks to avoid the story and the folks over at Huffpo are turning this crowd downsizing effort into a cottage industry.

Me? Well, I am just sitting here like lot of you, feeling fat and happy because I know in my heart that there were a lot of angry people who got off their ass, paid about a grand and went to Washington, D.C. to express their displeasure to Congress, an unresponsive government, and the HopenChange crowd.

And if almost a million went to D.C., then there were -- what? -- ten or twenty mil who wanted to go but were shackled to the homestead by such mundane things as work, families, kids just starting school, televised speeches by Obama. You know, the usual,

Also, consider that there were pretty big demonstrations in Quincy, Illinois and in Texas and elsewhere across the nation.

Oh yes, and add to this the fact that this occurred after a couple of buses started a month earlier in California and made their way across the country, made about three dozen stops, and rolled up some pretty impressive crowds in flyover country.

And, in the mean time, what was the big news story in July and August? Angry citizens showing up at their senators' and representatives town hall meetings expressing their displeasure with congress's general disregard for their constituents.

All in all, I'd say that We the People are a pretty pissed-off bunch and we are staring down opposition who either does not care, is living in denial, or has it's head in the sand..

..or elsewhere.

September 10, 2009

Israel forced to cozy up with Russia because of The Pantload?


An item appearing on Drudge today reports that Benjamin Netanyahu made a secret pilgrimage to Russia Monday:
senior Kremlin official confirmed Wednesday to the Russian paper Kommersant that Prime Minister Binyamin Netanyahu did indeed make a clandestine trip to Russia on Monday.
There was a great deal of plausible deniability, massive fits of the vapors, and even some pants wetting by the Israeli press for not having been kept abreast of the PM's absence from the country, but most speculation lays this visit as being necessitated by Russia's recent dealings with Iran:
What is almost as mysterious as whether the trip took place, is what might have been discussed, with speculation focused on Iran, possible Russian arms deals to Iran and Syria, or the disappearance of the Arctic Sea cargo ship - suspected of carrying Russian made S-300 anti-aircraft missiles bound for Iran - that went missing last month.

The trip, if indeed it took place, would not have been the result of an impromptu, emergency decision, since there was already talk among Netanyahu's inner circle during his visit to London and Berlin two weeks ago about a possible visit to Russia ahead of the United Nations General Assembly meeting at the end of the month.
.But ya gotta love it, don't you?. One of our staunchest allies forced into the arms of our former Cold War enemy because the Pantload-in-Chief is butt-smooching all of those camel jockeys?

(Sorry, you want PC? Go elsewhere!)

September 9, 2009

A Tale of Two Marines

You know, it's very difficult to type with tears in your eyes.

Friday, 4 September 2009 was a very meaningful day in this household: our son came home a United States Marine. His mom and I bade him goodbye on 8 June and he endured three months of the Marines' tender mercies meted out by the Corps' fiercest members, their Drill Instructors. He took their best shots, the yelling, the discipline, the 0400 wake-ups, the incessant PT (with IT for indiscretions), the endless drill, the training, and the monastic existence in the middle of downtown San Diego.

This past Friday, we family and friends of five hundred and fifty-two of the nation's best, roughest, finest young men, assembled in the reviewing stand in front of the MCRD/SD parade ground and watched them pass in review for the final time of their 13-week training. Each young man, their D.I.s, their NCOs, and their officers flawless in the execution of that awesome display.

I was an officer in the United States Air Force and no stranger to military pomp, circumstance, and ceremony. Yet, the sight of the Battalion Commander greeting Fox Company and having these 552 young men snap to attention from parade rest and -- in perfect unison -- reply, "Good morning, Sir! Ooh-rah!" made the hairs stand up on the back of my neck. As that cry echoed across the grinder, there were audible gasps of awe in the stands.

We were, to say the least, blown away.

Afterwards, I got to greet my Marine and gave him the longest hug I have in all of his 19 years. It was of necessity, to hide the tears of joy I was shedding to have him back with me -- if only for 10 days leave. I did not want to ever let him go.

To sum it all up, he did well -- qualified Rifle Expert with a 310 (top 10 in his platoon), earned PFC, and was made a squad leader. Those who know the USMC knows that, like everything in the in the Corps, these are earned, not given. As proud of him as I am, however, I am proud for the honor of having been allowed to join the "Marine Family" as they like to call it. The Marine Corps does not just take your son from you, they make a great effort to involve the moms, dads, brothers, sisters, wives, and sweethearts in the life of the Marine. Your son or daughter is told "once a Marine, always a Marine" and, lovingly and respectfully, they extend that feeling to the family and friends as well.

It is an honor I accept and will treasure for the rest of my life.

So, while the joy at having my son come back to me suffused my thoughts, that evening when we returned home, I read about Lance Corporal Joshua Bernard and wept inconsolably. Here was a another young Marine who was going to return to his father and mother -- yet under far sadder circumstances.

Joshua Bernard was killed in action in Afghanistan on 14 August 2009. He is now a townsmen of a stiller town.

This tragedy -- as bitter as any loss of our dear, beloved fighting men and women in combat -- became controversial because an embedded photographer caught Joshua's last moments on camera. And, while his father (a retired Marine) pleaded with AP to refrain from publishing the photograph, the sensationalistic, headline-grabbing people with that organization, disregarded Sergeant Bernard's wishes and splashed the image all over the internet. Predictably, the creeps over at Huffpo and on the left side of the aisle rattled on insensitively about supporting the troops but that it was necessary to show the brutality of war and all of that. Elsewhere, the debate raged about privacy versus the public's right to know; all of those self-righteous, self-serving, holier than thou opinions, trampling on the simple dignity of a father's grief and a brave Marine's tragic death.

I will link to no articles nor post any pictures of Lance Corporal Bernard because to do so, would eventually run you into that awful, tasteless photograph of this brave Marine's last moments. If you want to read about this controversy, then you Google it yourself.

And, if you do, you will come across Joshua Bernard's recruit training graduation picture (the standard one all boots have taken during their 13 weeks) and you will see what a handsome, kind, and gentle young man Joshua Bernard must have been and what a sweet, kind, and innocent face that young man had.

I stared into five hundred and fifty-two of them last Friday morning, and the tears have still not stopped.

God Bless Joshua, God bless his father and Mother, God bless the Marines, God bless our fighting men and women, God bless the United States of America..

..and God damn the AP!

September 5, 2009

Жуткий залог Обаме помещал в напряжения советского Государственного гимна

(Translation: "Creepy pledge to Obama put to strains of Soviet National Anthem")

I stumbled onto this post by Michelle Malkin a couple of days ago and it just -- well -- creeped me out. Not Ms Malkin's post, but the You Tube embedded video by these lobotomized Obamabots intent on gathering in a giant circle-jerk of orgasmic supplication to the Premier Pantload, swearing undying allegiance to his exhalted and venerable self.

Now, I have no idea when, where, or by whom it was created. It was just one of those things one happens upon when searching the internet. You know, like crime scene photos, traffic accident pictures, or .wmv files of the inside of a working abattoir. One or two viewings is quite sufficient before one moves on or leaves the computer, launches one's lunch into the porcelain maiden, flushes, and opens a window for fresh air.

Yeah, that bad.

However, mercifully, there's been some blow-back, comrades, and it pleases this member of Войска ПВО greatly. Someone has over-dubbed the mindless dialog with the Anthem of the Soviet Union which supremely satisfying on many levels, the principle one being to drown out the puerile bleatings of these cretins.



Here is the real thing with suitable translation:



Actually, the anthem is quite a stirring melody; quite listenable. As with the premise of this blog, it is reminded that the U.S.S.R was an entity whose basic political philosophy was communism and its goal was the the spread of that philosophy throughout the world. It was open and forthright in its intentions. Taken in that context, it was recognized as an enemy, respected for the danger it represented to this country, and required to be defended against.

With the crowd currently occupying the White House and the idiots they have secured to their movement, one is never sure. At least the over-dubbed version of this mindless pledge by these beatific, clueless pawns let's one know what they're up to.

UPDATE: I note that one of these mindless drones says something to the effect, "I pledge to always represent my country with pride and dignity.."

You listening, Jeanine Garafalo, you tattooed, greasy-haired, blackhead-faced, zit-infested, sallow-skinned, skank?

..I thought not.

Pat Buchanan, Prescient Douche Bag

Seems Pat has run his mouth again and gotten his almost-octogenarian tit in a wringer. In a post over at Pajamas Media, this garrulous old fool has been kinda sorta, well, you know, defending Hitler. Not sayin' this exactly..

..just sayin'.

Well, this may be a little off-topic from that post, but raise your hand if you find Pat Buchanan beyond tedious. I get dead-tree mailings from him hyping his commentary in a newsletter decrying Obama and his pathetic conduct.

If I remember correctly, it was Buchanan who threw Bush under the bus and gave juicy butt-smooches to the current Pantload-for-a-POTUS.

It is not that George Bush was all that great (insert usual disclaimer about disagreeing with "W" on some points and that he is not a true conservative here), but for a guy like Buchanan to ask me to fork over my hard-earned gitas for his prescient persiflage and conservative prognostication, one would expect him to at least anticipate the trail of tears we are now wandering along. You know, the little things like savaging our economy, spending almost a trillion dollars and cultivating 9.7% unemployment while prostrating himself before the world in an epidemic of apologia.

The guy is, as far as I am concerned, one of those old freeze-dried codgers sitting out on the park bench on an grey, October day, feeding the pigeons and drooling all over his frayed sweater-vest.

Suck a shoe, Pat!

August 31, 2009

Avast! Can ye not see him? It's the White Whale, boys!

Ed Morrissey, the tireless commentator over at Hot Air breaks the day's news with this startling bulletin on The Chief Pantload's Rasmussen numbers:
If Barack Obama thought he could ride sympathy over the death of Ted Kennedy to new support for his legislative agenda, the latest Rasmussen polling will throw cold water on that hope. Overall approval for Obama has now reached 46%, with 53% disapproving. Strong disapproval now comes within five points of overall approval, almost within the margin of error.
Several thoughts come to mind, principally, that this is indeed rich! And so-o-o-o-o appropriate considering “Dead Ted’s” downfall — his “underwater index” — came about because he..ahem..left someone under water.

Cj, over at The Illustrated Conservative has a terrific entry on Kennedy and second on what a free pass this guy got for all of his indiscretions. Pay particular attention to the chronicle of actions after Kennedy abandoned Mary Jo Kopechne in his submerged Oldsmobile. Also, a must-read is this searing 1990 GQ article.

..it's not that we don't like this guy, it's just that we feel that he ought to check out with all of the baggage he has been carrying over the years.

August 28, 2009

So long Teddy; We hardly knew ye..

While the episode at Chappaquiddick is being talked up as a tragedy for this last knight of Camelot -- sans the more sordid details -- one should remember that this fat tub of goo was engaged in a veritable lifetime of drinking, debauchery, spousal abuse, and general indulgence in what he thought was accrued to his posiition, power, and station as a member of the Kennedy clan.

(Note that these sources are your typical, right-wing conservative whack-job outlets: ABC and Time Magazine.)


I am surprised that no fond rememberance of that infamous pub-crawling incident with his nephew, William Kennedy Smith, where the old coot almost got caught in a rape charge except by testifying that he was too inebriated to remember anything. Of course, the Kennedy lawyers got the little trouser-snake acquitted.

August 27, 2009

Hey Brother, Can You Spare a Snorkel?

The image at the right is, of course, the face of Ted Kennedy. It was a creation done by S. Weasel who has one of the most interesting web sites I have come across in a long. long time.

Her posts range from the sublime to the -- well -- sublimely absurd and the commentary by her and her visitors very poignant, witty, and very often side-splitting.

But I call your attention to her post accmmpanying the grotesque picture she did of the departed senator. It recalls the last few minutes (hours?) of Mary Jo Kopechne's life in the car beneath the waters at Chappaquiddick, describing how the Lion of the Senate saw fit to leave her to her fate. Ms Weasel's narrative does not include the events running up to that tragedy and the description of Kennedy's cowardly desertion on one of his Brother's loyal "boiler-room girls". The following is from the Wikipedia entry on the subject (emphasis added):
On July 18, 1969, Kopechne attended a party on Chappaquiddick Island, off the coast of Martha's Vineyard, Massachusetts, held in honor of the Boiler Room Girls. It was the fourth such reunion of the Robert Kennedy campaign workers.

Kopechne reportedly left the party at 11:15 p.m. with Robert's brother Ted Kennedy, after he — according to his own account — offered to drive her to catch the last ferry back to Edgartown, where she was staying. She did not tell her close friends at the party that she was leaving and she left her purse and keys behind.

Kennedy stated he made a wrong turn on the way and came upon a narrow, unlit bridge without guardrails. Kennedy drove the 1967 Oldsmobile Delmont 88 off the bridge and it overturned in the water. Kennedy extricated himself from the submerged car but Kopechne died, after what Kennedy said were several diving attempts to free her.

Kennedy contacted several aides that night, but failed to report the incident to the authorities until the car and Kopechne's body were discovered the next morning. Kopechne's parents said that they learned of their daughter's death from Ted Kennedy himself[1] before he reported his involvement to the authorities, but that they learned Kennedy had been the driver only from wire press releases some time later.

The picture and her chilling narrative of that poor girl's fate should be required reading for water-carriers like Chris Matthews and the rest of the MSM, state-controlled-media who sing the praises for Kennedy.

After reading Ms Weasel's words, you will agree that the picture is appropriate.

August 26, 2009

Ten for Tark!

Hugh Hewitt suggests a very good way to drive a stake through the heart of the Health care Reform Bill -- or whatever the Chief Pantload and his crowd is calling it these days -- is to contribute $10 to Danny Tarkanian's senate campaign. It seems that Danny -- son of former CSULB, UNLV, and Fresno State head basketball coach -- announced his run as one of the Republican candidates for the Reid's U.S. senate seat in November.

..already, he is 11% up on that sack of crap in a recent Mason-Dixon poll 49% to 38% ~~ and that is only after announcing on 10 August.

Republican state chairwoman Sue Lowden is also up over Reid by 5% in the same poll.

There's a lot of brave words from Reid's people, as noted in this Fox News article but a number of e-mails from us to Reid's camp should throw a lot of ice-water on his thoughts of re-election.

Besides, action like this seems like a natural extension for those of us who attended the Tea Parties and Town Halls to voice our displeasure with recalcitrant representatives. Identifying and targeting vulnerable members of congress and contributing to their opponents might just put the fear of God into them. We have seen that, when the Town Hall meetings became animated, how many members either scurried behind the shelds iof telephones, teleconferencing, or pay-to-play breakfasts meeting.

Fine, they don't want to talk to us, I am sure a steady flow of money into the coffers of their rivals will get their attention.

The link to contribute your sawbuck to Danny is here. The link to let Harry know you're pissed is here. And drop Hugh Hewitt a line at this address -- hugh@hughhewitt.com. -- and be sure to and attach a copy of your receipt so Hugh kows you're on board.

UPDATE: Someone has set up a web site that makes this as easy to do as 1-2-3.

Gurgle..gurgle..gurgle..gurgle..


..an old tub of goo shuffles down a dusty road as the Twilight Zone theme fades. We hear his thoughts:

Well, just about now, the pearly gates should be hoving into view. It was a pretty tough trip what with trying to get the Massachusetts law changed back around to fit the circumstances du jour of my senate situation . Yeah, that was a sweat what with my failing health and the importance of that senate seat I held since trooping around those dreary Mass state fairs pressing flesh with the - ugh - common folks in order to earn what should have been my birthright. I had to actually campaign against that dreary son of Henry Cabot Lodge and meet all of those ordinary people in 1962.
Horrible experience.

Maybe if I applied myself a little more during my first run at Hahvahd I mightn't had to have enlisted in the army and ask daddy to keep me out of Korea. But, when that all was behind me, I resumed my rightful place and eventually got into UVA for my law degree.

Too bad about Joe, John and Robert, but I always thought that the destiny of this family would fall to me. And things were looking decidedly up as I closed in on the prize, working my way through the senate, becoming majority whip in in 1969.

Yep, '72 looked like my year, it did.

If I had been a little more careful driving the backwoods of Martha's Vineyard I might have been able to make the run the run for President a little earlier than 1980. Still, I had to let my two-day suspension and the other details fade from the public mind before I threw my hat in the ring against that addled-pate peanut farmer from Georgia.

The way he got pasted from pillar-to-post in 1980, I could have won the thing and probably beat that old, fuddy-duddy Hollywood actor.

Yep, as I said, it has been a hard journey -- especially these last few miles from the compound to the pearly gates up ahead. I had to stop off at a couple of road houses for a bracer or two to clear my mind. But, that's over. Any minute now..

..funny, I thought there's be more there to greet me -- Joe Senior, Joe Junior, Jack, Jackie, Bobby, Eunice, all the old crowd -- but there only seems to be this old, bearded guy in a long robe with a very big book..

..and a slender young lady in dripping wet clothes. Wait! She's whispering into the old goat's ear and pointing to me! He's making a mark, closing the book; they're both turning away and closing the gate behind them. What's that sign say on the gate?

"NO ADMITTANCE..TRESPASSERS WILL BE VIOLATED!"

August 24, 2009

Battle Scars


My son has become U. S. Marine (more later) and I am justifiably proud. But before he went off to MCRD San Diego, he passed along one of those window decals that accrue from the military's attempt to eliminate buyer's remorse among recruits and their parents: a Globe-and-Anchor decal of encircled with the motto "Proud Parent of a U.S. Marine". So, me being a decal man, I was beset with the problem of where on the back of my Jeep to put it. Lessee, there's right-to-left, the Gadsden flag, the 'Murrican flag, my USAF Auxiliary decal, my Strategic Air Command Decal, and my "W'04" decal.

That's it. I am flat-assed out of room on the rear window.


So, being a man of priorities, I reasoned that the "W'04" sticker had served long and well since we put Kerry and his menopausal, billionaire wife out to pasture over five years ago. It had borne the brunt of battle long after the leftist, statist, idiots actually entertained putting that black-hat wearin', Cambodian intrudin', reportin' fr duty spoutin' idiot, and his tonsorially-obsessed, philandering, tort lawyer running mate made a run at the White House and the Naval Observatory.

It was -- like many honorable insignia in this nation's history -- due an honorable retirement. Now, I can hear the groans from conservative and BDS-afflicted leftist alike out there, but I respond to both.

To the conservative who did not like Bush because he was -- well, not really a conservative -- I say he did have his faults, but lack of humility and inability to hold down the job of POTUS were not among them. The Pantload-in-Chief and Mrs. Pantload have more than demonstrated why class and grace are integral parts of the job requirements. Also, the ability to hire mature and knowledgeable grown-ups to run the affairs of this country sure helps a lot. Consider (*gasp*) Colin Powell and Condelezza Rice and compare them to the Clinton Broad and Eric Holder. Not convinced? Throw in the cadre of cabinet appointees that limboed under the ethics bar after "mis-underestimating" the vagaries of TurboTaxx® or whether is it correct to hire that Filipina with questionable documentation. So, how many czars did Bush appoint anyway?

To the liberals with terminal BDS, I merely respond: suck rocks! I do not give a frosted crap what you think. You're boy is in charge now. So how's that working out for you?

Anyway, the sticker now resides in the pantheon of symbols that mark the episodes of my life: my diploma from UCLA, my commissioning certificate in the USAF, my promotion letters through Captain, my DD-214, my Extra Class amateur radio license, pictures of my wedding, pictures of children and my grandchildren, and the like. All aged -- as am I -- and all scarred milestones. This symbol represents to me a reminder of an important couple of quadrennials in my life: the last time grown-ups ran this country.

But it has been replaced by something that I honor much more: my son has become a man among men. He has taken up arms in defence of this country -- at a time when it arguably needs is most -- and it is important because it lets others know how tremendously proud of him I am.