October 22, 2011

Goodbye Alice..

It seems I am assailing you all on these pages with glimpses into my personal life, complaining because my schedule will not permit my blogging, etc. I apologize if this borders on the maudlin, but I wanted to say goodbye to a family member here.

Alice, 1997-2011

Back in 1997, I had a growing son and I had some health problems, and -- somehow -- these two factors coalesced into the need/desire to add a puppy to our household. I always lament these decisions because it adds an inevitable day like last Thursday to your life.

Briefly, we resolved to rescue a puppy from an animal shelter here in Southern California and made plans to visit no less than five this one day to survey all of the prospects and repair home to analyze and make a measured decision, etc.

Long story short, in THE VERY FIRST PLACE we walked into, there were two young girls who were dropping off someone they found at a swap meet in Pasadena with her brothers and sisters a week ago. (They had managed to give away all but this one.) She was an adorable little black mixed-breed (mostly Greyhound) who melted our hearts from the very start.

Thus ended our search and Alice -- as she was named by my son -- became part of our family.

Since we did not know her official birthday, we backdated her life and ascribed Thanksgiving as the special day. Each year we would have roast beef and she would get the bone as a birthday present. I guess, at first, we eschewed the traditional turkey for a change and then this tradition stuck with us as a coincidental celebration of Alice's birthday.

She was graceful, sleek, could run like the wind (her Greyhound heritage), and spent the better part of her life in good health with a cheerful spirit. Each morning  I would wrestle with my son over the necessity of walking and feeding her. Somehow his activities would conspire such that the walking fell to me and the feeding fell to his mom. But it was a duty I undertook, once engaged, with great cheer. And, for the record, when he walked Alice, he did cheerfully for he loved Alice as much as we.

Alice's and my special times were Saturday and Sunday mornings before the others waked up. She and I would go to a local school yard where I would throw a ball to her for a time and then I would sit beneath a tree while she explored the grounds she had staked out many, many times before.

When she reached the absolute farthest point in that yard she could get from me, she would pause from her sniffing and look up. I would wave to her and she would make the maddest dash you would ever see back to me, stopping a few yards short and incessantly barking until I obliged and threw the ball again for her to chase.

When she tired of that, she would come over and quietly sit by me as I read and relaxed. Presently, we would head back home to rejoin the waking family. The picture above is of her on one of those days.

So, after a life that would seemingly go on forever, last Thursday she lay down, coughed a few times and seemingly stretched out to take a nap..

..and was gone.

I took her to a vet to confirm her passing and was assured there was no pain. My son and friends visited her while she was at her final rest and my mom and sisters and sons (who all knew her) all sent their regrets and sorrow, etc. I must conclude that she was loved and will be missed.

But now the loneliness of a Saturday morning without a walk with her closes in and I must write this.

My hope is that when my time comes, I will go to heaven and that there will be sunny days and a schoolyard close by and a nice tree to sit under..

..and a ball to throw to Alice.

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October 19, 2011

October 15, 2011

Giving us the finger II..

Like most, I have been following the OWS stuff half-halfheartedly -- you know, the way you do when a spoiled your kid throws a tantrum and you are wrapped up in the aspects of your life that seem to be more significant, like earning a buck and draining the septic tank on the weekend. '

Anyway, the images that cross my ken seem to be those of frustrated too-late and pathetic too-old generations trying to capture and re-capture Woodstock.

Whatever.

Generally, it's pretty tedious and only made more by the MSM's and the Dem's Tea-Party-envy driven ballyhoo.

Then this image popped up:


All of a sudden, color me revolted. 

Diplomacy fails me now so let me just say that I hope every last one of these cretins either scores bad drugs and O.D.s or engages in unspeakable sex acts with the other filthy vermin in the various parks and assembly areas across this land and all of them -- every last one -- contract scorching cases of gonorrhea, the clap, crabs, the drizzlies, and their sexual organs turn a bright, vibrant green and fall off or out or whatever.

Twinkle this, assholes:


..sorry, but this stuff just chaps my posterior.

AGONIZING REAPPRAISAL UPDATE: O.K., so I was a little harsh last night and I apologize (but will not remove) my expletive. (Whose blog is this, anyway?) But I did find a wonderful rejoinder to the overall hypocrisy of the OWS movement: The inimitable Steve Crowder. Here is his take on this matter:


Works for me.

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October 13, 2011

Giving us the finger..

Quick! Go over to Drudge today and check out the "mid-section":


AquaVelvaJhad, Obama, and Pelosi with the upraised finger pics? Who'da thunk it? Anyway, here's one back to you all from the ol' War Planner:


(Well, that's not really me. It's just a cool picture of a really, really P.O.ed guy.)

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October 12, 2011

Cracks, Part IV

Just a drive-by today. Drudge ran this comparison of the POSOTUS's turnout in Pittsburgh in October 2008 versus his rally yesterday:



I'll let you guess which is which.

Needless to say that this is getting somewhat embarrassing for Jerk-o. Yesterday, The Clown Prince of Chicago had his full JOBS (Just Obama Bull Sh*t) blown away by the Senate in an up-or-down vote, 50-49. The mechanics required a 60-vote majority and the Dems could not get support from the Republicans to get to that number. In fact, it flamed out when two Democrats -- fearing for their seats next year -- voted "No":
While the vast majority of Senate Democrats voted in favor of the president's job plan, a few -- including Ben Nelson of Nebraska and John Tester of Montana -- did not. Tester said, in a prepared statement, that "the things I support in this bill are outweighed by the things I can't support," including "sending billions of dollars in bailout aid to states."

The Senate version of the measure has little chance of clearing the Republican-controlled House of Representatives.
So that ought to stop this idiot's lips from flapping that absurd "Pass this bill" mantra, right?

No, Buckwheat is going to push on now, breaking the bill into small pieces where -- presumably -- his new mantra will be adorned with plurals:

"Pass these bills!"

To be sure, this never was about jobs, it's a campaign strategy and he has now garnered more fodder: it's become a MIRV and he can beat his gums even more about all of these little sub-bills. If he were serious about passing this turkey, he'd be back in D.C. working out compromises with the congressional membership. Instead, he's down in Florida having a beer with some pipe fitters, at his unctuous best oozing whistle-stop slime:
Obama sat at a table with four unemployed workers from the building trades, plus Orlando Mayor Buddy Dyer, at the Harp and Celt Restaurant and pub. “You guys are what this country’s all about,” Obama assured the patrons before asking them to share tales of the current economy.

The focus on “real people” who are searching for jobs and would potentially benefit from congressional action on the American Jobs Act is a feature of the White House campaign to “just pass the bill.”
..talk about shovel-ready. 

HOMAGE TO ODIE UPDATE: I ripped this fantastic picture off of The Woodesterman's site -- from another tour de force series entitled "They can't be at Walmart all the time". It's perhaps proof that THE WIDE LOAD FLOTUS will now be adding Walmart as well as Target to her list of approved shopping places.

"Will someone please kill that big, white butterfly on my wife's chest?"
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October 11, 2011

Cheaping out..

NEWS ITEM: despite potentially raising a billion dollars for his campaign, The Pantload is cheaping out and NOT hiring a graphic artist or firm to do a new campaign logo for him. Over at the website it says, basically:
Obama for America is seeking poster submissions from artists across the country illustrating why we support President Obama's plan to create jobs now, and why we'll re-elect him to continue fighting for jobs for the next four years.

Your poster can address the broader themes of the President's plan or pinpoint a specific aspect, from supporting small businesses to rebuilding roads and bridges for the 21st century. For more on the desired specs, read the creative brief.

We'll pick the 12 best submissions received by November 4th, 2011, then put the finalists to a vote. Three winners will receive a framed print of their poster signed by President Obama and a limited edition of their poster will be sold in the
campaign store.
How incredibly cheap can one get. This idiot even muffs a chance to create one or two jobs when he has a chance.

But I have a suggestion. How about this one, folks:


Hat tip to to HA commenter ChickyRaptor.
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October 10, 2011

"As spontaneous as a bowel movement.."

I wanted to get my bets down early on this one. First, here are some pictures of the OWS (Occupy Wall Street) protesters by the London Daily Mail:
The guy in the top picture? s taking a dump on a police car, of course. What would you expect from a protest against the harsh realities by those who believe society owes them something?

Of course, you don't see a lot of pictures of the squalid environs up til now. That has not been the big story, but one suspects the worm is about to turn. They have been in that park for three weeks now and it has gotten weirder and weirder.

And the usual suspects who dissed the Tea Party assemblies as being an astro-turfed assembly of Nazi Terrorist are getting behind these folks. The terminally stupid ex-Speaker of the House, Nancy Pelosi applauds their spontaneity, and Obama give them shout-outs and winks.

"Far out! What's it called?"

The squalor that these Neo-Comms are now languishing in is reminiscent of that wonderful sequence from the Woodstock movie. (Embedding disabled; go here to enjoy.)

But it appears, slowly, inexorably, remorselessly, the worm is turning. The unkempt masses have become a paria and this little temper tantrum by these indolent, spoiled neo-luddites is being regarded as a noisy, smelly, inconvenient nuisance by the an increasing number. A commendable column by Michael Goodwin of the New York Post nails it dead-sloid-erfect:

They doth protest too much
Even as desperate Pander-crats, including the president, continue to baby-talk the Wall Street hooligans, some of whom have violently attacked police, Mayor Bloomberg gets the point and tone just right.
“What they’re trying to do is take the jobs away from people working in this city,” the mayor told radio man John Gambling Friday. “And some of the labor unions, the municipal unions that are participating, their salaries come from the taxes paid by the people they are trying to vilify.”
Sanity also comes from readers. Sheri Rosen said she works downtown, at 111 Broadway, and is sick of the filth and mayhem.
“We work very hard every day for not that much money,” she writes. “We don’t camp out at a park and act like animals by urinating and stealing milk from the coffee vendors that are also trying to make a living.”
She blasted Council Speaker Christine Quinn and Comptroller John Liu for supporting the demonstrators, saying, “True New Yorkers who work hard for their money won’t forget this on Election Day.”
By the way, Mr Goodwin precedes these remarks with a chilling main feature of that column entitled "Aimless Obama walks alone" that paints an out-of-touch and incommunicado president who fails to interact with his staff and cabinet in an almost Nixonian manner (citation linked above; emphasis added):
The gist is this: President Obama has become a lone wolf, a stranger to his own government. He talks mostly, and sometimes only, to friend and adviser Valerie Jarrett and to David Axelrod, his political strategist.

Everybody else, including members of his Cabinet, have little face time with him except for brief meetings that serve as photo ops. Secretary of State Hillary Rodham Clinton and Treasury Secretary Tim Geithner both have complained, according to people who have talked to them, that they are shut out of important decisions.

President Obama has become a lone wolf, a stranger to his own government.

The president’s workdays are said to end early, often at 4 p.m. He usually has dinner in the family residence with his wife and daughters, then retreats to a private office. One person said he takes a stack of briefing books. Others aren’t sure what he does.

If the reports are accurate, and I believe they are, they paint a picture of an isolated man trapped in a collapsing presidency. While there is no indication Obama is walking the halls of the White House late at night, talking to the portraits of former presidents, as Richard Nixon did during Watergate, the reports help explain his odd public remarks.

Obama conceded in one television interview recently that Americans are not “better off than they were four years ago” and said in another that the nation had “gotten a little soft.” Both smacked of a man who feels discouraged and alienated and sparked comparisons to Jimmy Carter, never a good sign.

Blaming the country is political heresy, of course, yet Obama is running out of scapegoats. His allies rarely make affirmative arguments on his behalf anymore, limiting themselves to making excuses for his failure. He and they attack Republicans, George W. Bush, European leaders and Chinese currency manipulation -- and that was just last week.

..these state of affairs -- the OWS post-Woodstock anti-capitalist hippies and the ineffective class warrior POTUS -- are the absolute antithesis of the Skittle-crapping utopia that was predicted by the left when this clown was inaugurated.

And, if The Pantload starts retreating any more into his bunker, can one of those You Tube Hitler parodies be too far behind?

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October 7, 2011

Thank you, Steve Jobs..

In the wake (forgive the pun) of Steve Jobs passing, here are some tips about new technology pitfalls from my high-school friend, Tom, who is a retired Georgia detective:
NOT A JOKE
And in addition to the GPS information below. A friend of a friend left their car in the long-term parking at San Jose while away, and someone broke into the car. Using the information on the car's registration in the glove compartment, they drove the car to the people's home in Pebble Beach and robbed it. So I guess if we are going to leave the car in long-term parking, we should not leave the registration/insurance cards in it. NOW HEAR THIS...NOT ALL THIEVES ARE STUPID....MAYBE..???
While we're on the subject of new technology, Tom's e-mail adds:
GPS
A couple of weeks ago a friend told me that someone she knew had their car broken into while they were at a football game. Their car was parked on the green which was adjacent to the football stadium and specially allotted to football fans. Things stolen from the car included a garage door remote control, some money and a GPS which had been prominently mounted on the dashboard. When the victims got home, they found that their house had been ransacked and just about everything worth anything had been stolen. The thieves had used the GPS to guide them to the house. They then used the garage remote control to open the garage door and gain entry to the house. The thieves knew the owners were at the football game, they knew what time the game was scheduled to finish and so they knew how much time they had to clean out the house. It would appear that they had brought a truck to empty the house of its contents.

Something to consider if you have a GPS - don't put your home address in it... Put a nearby address (like a store or gas station) so you can still find your way home if you need to, but no one else would know where you live if your GPS were stolen.
..and since we're on a roll..
MOBILE PHONES
I never thought of this.

This lady has now changed her habit of how she lists her names on her mobile phone after her handbag was stolen. Her handbag, which contained her cell phone, credit card, wallet... Etc...was stolen. 20 minutes later when she called her hubby, from a pay phone telling him what had happened, hubby says 'I received your text asking about our Pin number and I've replied a little while ago.' When they rushed down to the bank, the bank staff told them all the money was already withdrawn. The thief had actually used the stolen cell phone to text 'hubby' in the contact list and got hold of the pin number. Within 20 minutes he had withdrawn all the money from their bank account.

Moral of the lesson: Do not disclose the relationship between you and the people in your contact list.

Avoid using names like Home, Honey, Hubby, Sweetheart, Dad, Mom, etc....

And very importantly, when sensitive info is being asked through texts, CONFIRM by calling back.

Also, when you're being texted by friends or family to meet them somewhere, be sure to call back to confirm that the message came from them. If you don't reach them, be very careful about going places to meet 'family and friends' who text you..
..just a couple of thoughts.

BLINDING EPIPHANY UPDATE: As to the second point, I just realized that I live a pretty hefty stones throw from the local Police department but it's on the way, nonetheless. So perhaps I'll just change my GPS "home" location to the FVPD. And, while I'm at it, maybe change my default home phone number to theirs as well.

The point of changing the phone number, you ask? Well, police can access cell records and that includes a location of the phone. (Trust me on this one, I am in the business of search-and-rescue and we've used that data a lot.)

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October 5, 2011

War Planner Caption Contest

This is too good to hog!

"...!"
First Prize: Lunch at Burger King with Obama.
Second Prize: Lunch with Obama and THE WIDE LOAD FLOTUS at Hometown Buffet.

C'mon, Odie, I double-dog-dare-ya!

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The New Math?

Here is an excerpt from a piece in The Hill about how Obama's opposition is growing and "hardening". Find the Pope in the pizza. Hint: emphasis added.
Four in 10 Americans "strongly" disapprove of how the president is handling his job, up from 28 percent at the start of the year. Obama's disapproval rating has steadily grown since the beginning of the year as the economy has stalled.

Obama's troubling numbers can be partially attributed to the loss of independents. Forty-three percent of those not affiliated by party strongly disapprove of the job he has been doing. The president has also struggled with the elderly — 47 percent of those over 65 years of age strongly disapprove of his job performance.

Signs point to true dissatisfaction with the president's performance, rather than greater polarization between those who love and hate the president. Only 21 percent of those polled strongly approve of the job the president is doing, down from 20 percent in January. Only 43 percent of Democrats strongly approve of Obama's job performance.
Those of you who don't see the flaw will have their weekly chocolate rations raised from 30 grams to 25 grams per week..

..and, yes, we are sill at war with Eastasia.

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October 4, 2011

Reasons why I am grateful for our friendship..

(Apologies to my regular -- and irregular -- visitors for a hyper-cryptic post to a friend.)

Part I of a series
I traded a Heathkit receiver for one of the best two meter radios in the free world and did not have to go skulking about eBay for an auction where some a**hole with challenged photographic abilities and no tripod and obviously no sense of how to keep his equipment clean manages to con 12 eBay users (so far) into bidding on his dusty piece of sh*t radio that he clearly found under a mountain of debris in his shack:

"There's one born every minute.."
..yes, the 2800 still kicks a** and takes names. Plus the dirty little secret is that the massive display is really, really easy to read if you're an old guy.

Lord Belchfire,
First Shirt of the HRH Admiralty

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Jello Shots..

This one's for Woodsterman:


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"NO" Means...

.."NO"?
We shall see at 10:00 EDT, won't we?

Frankly, this drawn out melodrama with Christie and Palin is so-o-o-o-o-o beyond tedious. Personally, I feel it's gonna be ROMNEY/CAIN (or RUBIO) with Perry put in charge of immigration. (It's a joke, folks.)

I am not happy about the prospect of Romney -- he is a squishy wuss (although he does have great hair) -- but polls are beginning to show that fewer and fewer people are inclined to perpetuate this lunacy called The Obama Administration. The disaffection with this clown is growing rampant and his stupidity and tone deafness are beginning to seal the deal.

Of late I have become enamored of Herman Cain. His straightforward answers to questions asked is a refreshing change form the tap-dancers, soft-shoe artists, and outright dissemblers that pass for politicians these days. (Watch an interview with him sometime and notice how many "Yes/No" questions asked of him have an answer that starts with either "Yes" or "No".)

I'll spare you the usual recapitulation of his being a simple, man-of-the-people, businessperson save to say his background makes me feel that he is more of "us" than "them". I would not be heartbroken if he were on the ticket; he certainly deserves a place in the new administration. He should be the head janitor.

forgive me for saying this as it sounds offensive but I mean it in the nicest possible way. He should be put in charge of the massive task of sweeping all of the bullsh*t out of Government and keeping the succeeding administration real and their bargain with the electorate real.

It will be a Herculean labor this cleaning if the Augean stables, but the wonderful, direct Mr Cain can handle it.

But until this eventuates and that turd Obama is consigned to circling the bowl, we have a momentous task ahead of us and we need to it right soon for the change is at hand. In fact, the way some states are leap-frogging their primaries, we may very well have the New Hampshire primary this afternoon at 3:30 PM.

Our labor, however, should not be mirthless and without joy. Victor Davis Hanson wrote a piece yesterday called The Coming Post-Obama Renaissance whwerein he describes the joy of throwing off this depressing burden we have been saddled with the last two-and-three-quarter years:
We are living in an age of such morality tales, though the depressing cycle reminds us that the gloom is hardly fiction or artistry. For those with a little capital there is only a sinking stock market. It seems to wipe out more of their 401(k)s each week, as if each month cancels out yet another year of prior thrift. Near zero interest means any money on deposit is only insurance, not any more a source of income. Millions are trapped in their unsold houses, either underwater or facing an end to any dreams of tapping equity by sale.
...
In response, the Obama administration — let me be candid here — seems clueless, overpopulated as it is by policy nerds, academic overachievers, and tenured functionaries (cf. Larry Summers’ “there is no adult in charge”). They tend to flash Ivy League certificates, but otherwise have little record of achievement in the private sector. Officials seem to think that long ago test scores, a now Neolithic nod from an Ivy League professor, or a past prize translates into knowing what makes America run in places like Idaho and southern Michigan.
I would love to appropriate the entire column so you could read it here, but heartily advocate your taking time to read it in it's entirety. He, in essence, concludes that we have much to look forward to:
I, like many, am worried about the Republican field — as is the custom at this early stage. There is more to be endured in 2012. The Obama decline will spark venomous politics of the sort we haven’t seen in years. This time hope and change will be even more “Bush did it!/’You’re all racists!/“They” will take your Social Security.” The financial crisis is not over. We are not yet at the beginning of the end for statism, but the Churchillian end of its new beginning.

Still, let us cheer up a bit. The country always knew, but for just a bit forgot, that you cannot print money and borrow endlessly. It always knew that bureaucrats were less efficient than employers. It knew that Guantanamo was not a gulag and Iraq was not “lost.” But given the anguish over Iraq, the anger at Bush, the Obama postracial novelty and “centrist” fa├žade, and the Freddie/Fannie/Wall Street collapse, it wanted to believe what it knew might not be true. Now three years of Obama have slapped voters out of their collective trance.

The spell has now passed; and we are stronger for its passing. There is going to be soon a sense of relief that we have not experienced in decades. In short, sadder but wiser Americans will soon be turned loose with a vigor unseen in decades.

He includes this magnificent photoshop by Driscoll:

"..don't let the door hit you on the ass on your way out, idiot!"

It is Obama and his insufferable, tone-deaf Marie Antoinette, THE WIDE LOAD FLOTUS making their way to Marine One for their final Nixonian conveyance back to civilian life and anonymity.

..I personally would prefer an ignominious perp walk to a federal prison, but that's just me.

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October 3, 2011

Yo, G, swipe yo EBT..

(Vomit bag alert..)



From the State of California Office of Systems Integration site:
Electronic Benefit Transfer (EBT) is an electronic system that automates the delivery, redemption, and reconciliation of issued public assistance benefits. EBT is the method for distributing CalFresh benefits (formerly known as Food Stamps and currently known federally as Supplemental Nutrition Assistance Program (SNAP) benefits), California Food Assistance Program benefits, and cash aid benefits. EBT is currently used in all 50 states, the District of Columbia, Puerto Rico, the Virgin Islands, and Guam.

Recipients of public assistance in California access their issued benefits with the Golden State Advantage EBT card. The cardholder simply slides this card through a point-of-sale (POS) device, or uses the card at an automated teller machine (ATM). The card is convenient, secure, and reduces the stigma sometimes associated with public assistance.

The positive effects of EBT in California extend beyond the cardholder. Others who benefit include federal, state, and county governments, retailers, financial institutions, and taxpayers. EBT food and cash aid benefits can be redeemed at more than 80,000 locations in California.
..all this leading to a non-working, non-income-taxpaying, shiftless, indolent, entitlement-driven permanent underclass thanks to the federal and state governments. What a revolting state of affairs. Hat tip to Front Page Mag.

Yo, it's Obama's stash, B. It's our money supporting these gangstas, ho's, and be-yotches.

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October 2, 2011

Galloping Ghost

This is what happened during that recent Reno Air Race crash of the Galloping Ghost piloted by Jimmy Leeward. Towards the end of the video, I believe you can see the elevator trim tab fly off and -- as I recall -- that was said to have been the cause of the crash.


Of course, this video and other evidence ins in the hand's of the NTSB and they will render a final adjudication presently.

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September 29, 2011

..on second thought.

(I was going to hang it up for a while but the most recent flood of diarrhea to come out of that pathetic joke we have for a president has goaded me into one last post for a while).

In a continuing trend of seeking excuses, blaming others, and generally alibiing his way around the fact that he sucks at his job, Obama appeared in a television interview this evening where he was quoted as saying that he feels America's gotten too soft:
"I mean, there are a lot of things we can do," Obama said. "The way I think about it is, you know, this is a great, great country that had gotten a little soft and, you know, we didn't have that same competitive edge that we needed over the last couple of decades. We need to get back on track."
Perhaps it's because we have a president who spends the better part of his time in office complaining about how things are not his fault and how he had a big sack of crap handed to him.

Could this be The Pantload's Malaise Speech?

Well, whatever. This is the last straw, as far as I am concerned. Basically, he and his ass-clown administration have bent this country's economy over, spent us into the poor house, given out billions of our tax money to his union thug cronies and big business campaign bundlers in the form of loans, grants, and outright political payoffs, butt-smooched every tin-horn dictator and brigand while flushing our allies down the drain, and now this son-of-a-bitch has the nerve to say we've gotten soft?

Well, old son, we'll show you how soft we've become when we throw your sorry ass and that voluminously-butted, lobster-gorging, lavish-vacation-taking, hairy wookie FLOTUS you are stapled to out into the the of Pennsylvania Avenue next year.

And I am sure we'll we will be able to find someone who thinks a lot more of this country and her people and can appreciate the rare opportunity it is to be the President of The United States of America and make something of the job instead of living the tone-deaf high life, incessantly playing golf, and taking innumerable vacations.

In the mean time, President Cow Turd, suck a shoe!

O.K., this time it's for real. This is Elate 5-7. Out.

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Taking a sabbatical..

"I'll be back.."
Recent professional and personal events have conspired to demand what spare time I have. I am engaged in a new project at work that will require almost superhuman diligence on my part to accomplish. (Note that means superhuman for me; you folks probably would not have to break a sweat.)

I realize that we are under no obligation to alibi our absences, but I wanted to be respectful and courteous to my visitors/readers ~~ All ten of you.

Besides, I am just too overcome emotionally to continue blogging here for the short term as I await with unmitigated anxiety the resolution of Hugo Chavez's health crisis. I fear this guy is on his last legs and I need to mentally and physically prepare myself for mourning his loss.
When did you ever see anyone get fatter when they underwent chemo?
Should the unthinkable eventuate, I wanted to hold an honorary wake in his memory and invite all of you to join me at Silky Sullivan's in Fountain Valley, California where me might celebrate observe his passing.

Should be good times; we'll get so-o-o-o-o-o-o-o wasted!


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September 25, 2011

Post Racial


Obama gave speeches at the U.N., met with Netanyahu, and gave a speech to the CBC within the last week. Kinda funny that he got dis'ed by the Jewish vote in NY-06 and Maxine Waters within the last several weeks.

You can look up the actual video on CNN but be advised that it is a contest to see who is more annoying -- the condescending actor in those annoying Expedia lead-in commercials or The Chicago Pantload with his revival-meeting, ghetto-speak, hip-hop, g-droppin' patois. Let's just say it's like knocking back to substantial slugs of ipecac. Have a barf bag handy. Better yet, have two!

Anyway, as to the CBC speech, like HT commenter said:
The post-racial president:
Obama: You’re black. I’m black. Fight whitey with me!
Also note the video image of Obama in the shadow of the teleprompter. What a visual metaphor!
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