October 31, 2009

Going Postal

This came in from my dear friend and tireless vigilante, Ruth:
The Postal Services created a stamp with a picture of President Obama on it. The Postal Service noticed that the stamp was not sticking to envelopes. This enraged the President, who demanded a full investigation. After a month of testing and $1.73 million in congressional spending, a special Presidential commission presented the following findings:

1. The stamp is in perfect order.
2. There is nothing wrong with the glue.
3.. People are spitting on the wrong side


She send me countless bulletins every day, many funny, thought provoking, or just plain good enough to get one's blood to boil. All out there who think Ruth should start blogging raise your hands. Let's see, one..two..three..four..

..yep, seems like a majority.

Scuzzy-Fava takes the pipe in NY23..

Breaking news.
The slimebag-ette didn't even endorse Hoffman when she skated. (See below.) Also, the comment thread on the cited Politico article is instructive. There's a lot of sour-grapes Democrats vaccinating themselves against the potential loss of the Dem against Hoffman:
Let this be a lesson to all of you. Moderates are only welcome under the big tent of the Democratic Party. The GOP is only for birthers and fanatics, and is only effective when idealogically pure and in the minority opposition. (Any republican who says this episode is good for their cause is positively delusional. Dem operatives are smiling today...)

Posted By: Big Tent | October 31, 2009 at 11:08 AM

..freaking typical!

You can just bet that the whiners will be out in force if the GOP (read: conservatives) win a trifecta smackdown next Tuesday!

I gotta get with the grandkids in a few minutes, so my time is understandably limited. For a really good on-the-spot-breakdown of this event head over to Left Coast Rebel; he's got some great commentary and links.

Update: Here are a couple of news flashes courtesy of Hot Air:
Update: I had neglected to review the poll in much detail, but I suspect that Scozzafava’s withdrawal (or suspension, more accurately, since her name will stay on the ballot) hurts Bob Owens tremendously. According to the poll, Hoffman had attracted 50% of the Republican vote, while Owens had 2/3rds of the Democrats. Hoffman leads Owens among independents, 40%-35%, and the remaining 15% supporting Scozzafava will almost certainly break more towards Hoffman than Owens. Owens will likely get more of Scozzafava’s Democratic supporters, but she only had 11%, while 14% have already gone to Hoffman. Hoffman and Owens had a near-even split of the opposition in Scozzafava’s regional stronghold of Jefferson/Lewis/St. Lawrence counties, but I’d be surprised if Hoffman didn’t pick up more in those areas of disaffected Scozzafava voters, too.

Hoffman now has the default Republican endorsement with Scozzafava’s retreat, as well as all of the late momentum.

Update II: Dave Weigel reports via Twitter that “Hoffman activists are heading to Scozzafava’s HQ to convince her to make an endorsement.”

Update Update: This courtesy of Left Coast Rebel  via The Other McCain:

UPDATE I: Stacy McCain actually broke this story unbeknownst to me, ( I should have checked his site right when I woke up this morning). Stacy proves again what the 2 'ines can do for a bloggo-reporter,(nicotine and caffeine). Stacy has news that Scozzafava will actually throw her support to Conservative Party candidate Doug Hoffman. 

Update Update Update: That courageous hunk of conservative bravery, Mike Huckabee, took some time out from pounding the bass with the Little Rockers to direct that someone over on his PAC blog issue this passionate statement of his support for Hoffman:
October 31, 2009 - 02:50 PM
Statement on Doug Hoffman
by Huck PAC
 We commend Dede Scozzafava for stepping aside and in light of her very unselfish announcement, we join the RNC and other Republicans in urging support for Doug Hoffman.

.."Statement on Doug Hoffman"? Puh-leez! Someone remind me to do a bag-job post on Huckabee. I think I have a working title: Why backing Huckabee is like eating a can of Crisco" 

October 30, 2009

Scientific Breakthrough: New Element Discovered!

HEAVIEST ELEMENT DISCOVERED
Metallurgical and metal casting research has led to the discovery of the heaviest element yet known to science. The new element, Governmentium (Gv), has one neuron, 25 assistant neurons, 88 deputy neurons, and 198 assistant deputy neurons, giving it an atomic mass of 312.

These 312 particles are held together by forces called morons, which are surrounded by vast quantities of lepton-like particles called peons. Since Governmentium has no electrons, it is inert; however it can be detected, because it impedes every reaction with which it comes into contact. A minute amount of Governmentium can cause a reaction that would normally take less than a second to take from four days to four years to complete.

Governmentium has a normal half-life of 2-6 years; it does not decay, but instead undergoes a reorganization in which a portion of the assistant neurons and deputy neurons exchange places. In fact, Governmentium's mass will actually increase over time, since each reorganization will cause more morons to become neurons, forming isodopes.

This characteristic of moron promotion leads some scientists to believe Governmentium is formed whenever morons reach a critical concentration. This hypothetical quantity is referred to as a critical morass. When catalyzed with money, Governmentium becomes Administratium, an element that radiates just as much energy as Governmentium since it has half as many peons but twice as many morons.


- courtesy, Bill Preston, USAF Auxiliary

October 29, 2009

Pelosi's Ponderous Piece of Pork is here..

It can be found here:

http://docs.house.gov/rules/health/111_ahcaa.pdf.


Get this thing downloaded and start studying this ASAP. Make this piece of trash go viral and have folks raise such a big stink, it won't see the light of day.

October 28, 2009

Hometown Boy makes good..

I'd like to thank my good friend and fellow member of the USAF Auxiliary, Kevin "Sky" King for the article on the left. It's kind of a humorous story what with the boycott of businesses making everyone happy and all that. As Яков Наумович Похис (Yakoff Smirnoff) used to say, "Какая страна!" ("What a country!")

But, before you trolls out there get up a head of steam that this is some conservative, anti-Hispanic rant, I just wanted to let you know that the significance for me was that this occurred in the city of my birth. (As I keep telling you, Cj, I am as much a Texan as Hank Hill.)

I am told it is a very picturesque city. I am sad to say that I left after six month as my dad -- a USAAF fighter pilot instructor stationed near there -- was transferred back to the Pentagon in Washington, D.C.

I really would like to go back and visit someday, however.


Victoria, Texas County Courthouse

Войска ПВО's feeble attempt to describe POSOTUS popularity with Atomic Theory

O.K. first go here and read this!

I'll wait 'till you come back.

(..doo-dee-doo-doo-dee-dum-dee-dum..) 

Oh! You're back! Great! Well, did you understand all of that? To be honest, me neither but that's beside the point. I had to get some time to put my crappy theory together. But, for the sake of our discussion, it says pretty much that the electrons that orbit around the nucleus of an atom (you know, that glob in the middle with the protons and netrons) and don't all crowd together in one ring but rather, like the moons of Jupiter and Saturn have their own orbits. Well, actually is says that electrons share an orbit or ring with another electron or two and when another electron shows up in that ring, one of the electrons gets kicked up to the next ring. I think it also says that there are only two electrons allowed in the inner ring (kind of an exclusive club, I guess) and there are four in the next and the next and then there are two in the next, and so on..

.. but I can't swear to that because I slept through that physics lecture. Heck, I never understood physics anyway. I mean, what's all this fuss about hauling a bucket of water up a ladder, anyway?

But I digress.

Anyway, sometime when you get a chance, head over to the Rasmussen POSOTUS Daily tracking poll and check out how our Boy King has been drifting lower and lower in the eyes of your fellow countrymen. Notice that his daily "strongly index", the percent of people who strongly support Obama less versus the percent of those who strongly oppose him, seems to be like an errant electron: slipping from orbit to orbit.

I mean, you will note that this index - once it slipped into negative territory - wobbles around -3 to -5 and then kicks up to -7 to -8 and, now, hovers around the -10 to -13 range. But, I guess that has to do with the fact that this Rasmussen poll is a three-day moving average and all that.

But the trend I am noting is that, once the Pantload-in-Chief slips out to that next orbit, it is damned near impossible for him to revert to the previous orbit. Maybe if he talks the NFL into putting on free football games and starts throwing bread to the crowds, he might notch himself up a point or two. But the way he's going, it's pretty much The King's New Clothes here and that damned kid has just blurted out to the crowd that Obama's parading around in his boxers.

And the mob ain't swooning over the glistening man-boobs no more.

Pretty soon, this guy will be out there hanging out with Pluto (which, by the way, is no longer considered a planet) and will be freezing his ass off.

O.K., I didn't say I was a scientist. I mean, what can you expect from a Biz Ed major from UCLA..

..who fell asleep in statistics class too. 

Governator to San Francisco: Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo..

Arnie sent this veto letter back with an unsigned bill to the California legislature:



Pretty innocent, right? Well, check out the first letters of the words starting the scond and third paragraphs.

Coincidence? I don't think so!

But here's the deal. This is pretty mysto stuff. I mean, unless you worked at Bletchley Park during WWII or are a military crypto person, this is not too obvious. The Tradecraft, as they say in the CIA, is too good, especially if you are one of those Democrat dumb-asses in Sacramento. So, I'm betting that Arnold wrote and formatted the letter and had one of his moles in the legislature drop a hint as to the message in the message.

Gotta be, don't you think?.

(Hat tip to Hot Air. Something that just has to go viral!)

October 27, 2009

Fox News Cleans House thanks to POSOTUS

First: on the Eastern Front, a real no-brainer when it comes Obama's war on Fox News: FNC ratings have skyrocketed by 10%  But there are some other interesting results over in the cable news arena. It seems that CNN has sunk to the bottom of the bowl and is about ready to get flushed.

Reading between the lines in the article cited by the second link, one sees how much FNC wipes the floor with the other two dish rags, MSNBC and CNN. Consider my old friend Billy O'Reilly versus the field:
CNN’s performance was worst in the 8 p.m. hour. Bill O’Reilly on Fox News continued his long dominance with the biggest numbers of any host, 881,000 viewers. Mr. Olbermann, with his first-run program, was second with 295,000. Close behind was the first edition of Ms. Grace’s show with 269,000. Campbell Brown on CNN trailed with only 162,000. 
That he is kicking the crap out of the talking piece of garbage, Olbermann, by almost a three-to-one margin is sweet music to me. As I said, I don't like O'Reilly; I did NOT say others did not. I repeat my assertion: O'Reilly and his insufferable independent stance probably does more to Hoover up more new viewers of Fox that any other opinion show host.

But the hits keep on coming: I am just ecstatic over Greta Van Sustern's success (emphasis added):
Mr. Cooper had 211,000 viewers to 223,000 for Mr. Olbermann’s repeat. That meant Mr. Cooper finished fourth and last in the 10 p.m. hour because, besides being well behind the leader, Greta Van Susteren, who had 538,000 viewers, he was also beaten by a repeat of Nancy Grace’s 8 p.m. show on HLN, which averaged 222,000.
I adore her because she does it without the egocentricity of O'Reilly and staccato delivery of canned talking points of Sean Hannity.

But all of that being said, the audience figures for Fox versus the rest of cabledom (and the other networks, for that matter) sure speaks volumes about where America is turning to get its news and opinion fix.

And they haven't even started with Stossel yet.

Lord Christopher Monckton Speaking in St. Paul

As with so many things, this came my way by means of an errant e-mail post. Having a protracted lunch hour in which to dither awat my time, I pulled up a cup of split-pea soup and a ham sandwich and began to watch this very entertaining and engaging man disembowel Al Gore and the other lying sack greenies.


The version I originally received -- whilst compelling -- lacked the slides that Lord Moncton presented. This version has worked them in. So, pour yourself a large Dewar's, find a comfy chair , and relax (it's 1:35 long) and enjoy.

He is at once humorous and droll and -- from what I gather -- a man who came by his Nobel Prize honestly: he did credible work and told the truth.
Mike Monsoor was awarded the Congressional Medal Of Honor last week for giving his life in Iraq, as he jumped on and covered with his body, a live hand grenade that was accidentally dropped by a Navy Seal, saving the lives of a large group of Navy Seals that was passing by. During Mike Monsoor's funeral at Fort Rosecrans National Cemetery in San Diego, California, the six pallbearers removed the rosewood casket from the hearse and Lined up on each side. His family members, friends, fellow sailors, and well-wishers formed a column that continued from the hearse, all the way to the grave site. Unknown to the group was that every Navy Seal who Mike Monsoor had saved through his selfless action (45 in total) was scattered throughout the column of mourners.

As the pallbearers bore Mike's casket to the burial site and each time it passed one of these Navy Seals, he would remove his Gold Trident Seals pin from his uniform and slap it down hard on the casket causing the pin to embed itself into the top of the casket. The the Seal would back away and smartly salute.

For those not familiar with Seals tradition, the pin is awarded after a basic three-week program followed by an even more arduous period of 15 weeks designed that a select few have the courage, stamina, and will to endure. These men are, arguably, among the best fighting men this nation has to offer. The graduation ceremony includes a ritual that involves "pinning" -- slapping the pin onto the recipient's chest through the blouse into the skin. While painful, it is symbolic of the pain they endured to become a Seal and endured with equanimity just as the pin is worn with pride during their service.

It was said that you could hear each of the 45 slaps from across the cemetery and, by the time the coffin reached the grave site, it appeared as though it had a golden inlay across the top.

God bless this hero and keep him safe during his eternal rest. And God keep our fighting men and women safe from harm.



Meanshile, while the POSOTUS works on his short game, October has become the deadliest month in the history of "the right war".

..dither on, dummkopf.

From Tom, the Detective

One of my old Menlo School classmates, Tom, a retired Atlanta PD detective, sends along this quaint idea for a T-shirt. Dunno where you can get the shirt, but is seems like a great business opportunity.

October 26, 2009

Obligatory, "Me Too" Post on the Dithering POSOTUS

Late to the dance -- Mrs Войска ПВО is feeling under the weather, so i am stuck with nursing duties -- but I wanted to call out the excellent efforts of my comrades and comradettes to point the long, bony finger of blame at the Pantload-in-Chief, who hooks, slices, and putts while our brave men keep their head down over in Afghanistan.

MAInfo, The Goomba News Network, and Track-a'Crat all have great commentary on this horrible lapse in judgment by our Boy King.

Sadly, today, 14 our our own were killed in two helicopter crashes in Obama's "right war". I hope to crap he was able to card a good score out there on the links.

God bless and keep those brave young men and their families..


..and God Damn him to Hell!

October 25, 2009

Happy Halloween!

I'll leave it at that..

October 21, 2009

Войска ПВО Bags on O'Reilly, The Enabler..

O.K., the usual disclaimer applies here: opinionated, largely unsubstantiated rant by someone who thinks the time for playing nice is long over. You want a piece with references, moderation, and deliberation, go elsewhere. This space is reserved for 100-proof, double-strength, full-tilt, Patrick Henry-esque raving.

I think that as of September 2008 O'Reilly officially started sucking. Actually, truth be told, he began to stink for me long before that. But when he sat down with the great pretender who now plays POTUS on TV, he could have put this guy's testicles in a vice and given the handle a few spins. The resulting screams would have reverberated across the political landscape and maybe -- just maybe -- have shaken up a few hearty souls in the Knee-Pad media® and resulted in their cowboying up and hitting this poseur with a few tough interrogatories themselves.

Quite possibly the election may have taken on a different appearance and people would have been a little less enamoured with their messiah, seeing he had feet of clay.

Of course, the jury is still out as to whether we would have been better off if McCain were elected. I mean, it'd be like that raging hangover you get where both your head and stomach give you problems and you lay abed deciding if you can muster the energy to tread into the porcelain maiden and ralph up your innards. With Obama, it's now no-brainer. You know as soon as we upchuck this offensive and undigested bit of pork fat, our system will begin to heal. (The only problem is that we have to wait a little over three years to vomit. This is -- what -- like the dry heaves?)

Alas, I stray from my subject of the Terminally Self-Referential O'Reilly.

Bloviating Bill is all about himself. His show is such a constant allusion to how he is the center of the universe that it calls from memory the old SNL editorials an egotistical, self-centered Al Franken used to do where each statement was humorously punctuated by the phrase, "..me, Al Franken." Now, when the daily fare of O'Reilly's dialog reminds one of an attempt at humor by someone like Franken, the show clearly sailed into uncharted waters. And it long ago grew tiresome for me.

I cannot remember a time, in fact, where I thought O'Reilly was insightful, original, or burn-down-the-house revolutionary. His program is so-o-o-o-o-o structured around posturing himself to be the quintessential arbiter of the middle ground that it comes off as supremely condescending with gimmicks like, "I'll give you the last word." If he ever tried that with me, I'll guarantee that I would never get the last word as our dialog would retreat into fusillades of four letter epithets and assertions of what each other's mother wears on their feet. It isn't that I would not be civil, it's just that I would be so flat-assed bored as the pablum-esque struggle to find out how Войска ПВО figured in the Wonderful World of O'Reilly.

To continue my unhinged bleat, what's patently phony is his attempt to portray himself as coming from mddle class roots. His speech patterns, replete with "dis", "dose", "youse", and similar, rankle me. Consider this excerpt from his Wikipedia bio. Man, he really works at it (emphasis added):
O'Reilly has long said that his inspiration for speaking up for average Americans are his working-class roots. He has pointed to his boyhood home in Levittown, New York as a credential. In an interview with The Washington Post, O'Reilly's mother said that her family lived in Westbury, which is a few miles from Levittown. Citing this interview, Al Franken and others have accused O'Reilly of distorting his background to create a more working-class image. O'Reilly countered that The Washington Post misquoted his mother, and he said his mother still lives in his childhood home, which was built by William Levitt. O'Reilly placed a copy of the house's mortgage on his website; the mortgage shows a Levittown postal address. O'Reilly has also said, "You don't come from any lower than I came from on an economic scale"[51] and that his father "never earned more than $35,000 a year in his life." Fairness and Accuracy in Reporting has calculated that adjusted for inflation, $35,000 in 1978 would be worth over $90,000 in 2001 dollars. O'Reilly has retorted that his father's $35,000 income only came at the end of his long career.
Similarly, he makes a big deal out of his independent political stance. From the same Wikipedia entry:
"I'm not a political guy in the sense that I embrace an ideology. To this day I'm an independent thinker, an independent voter, I'm a registered independent. ...there are certain fundamental things that this country was founded upon that I respect and don't want changed. That separates me from the secularists who want a complete overhaul of how the country is run."
That would be wonderful if you heard this from some guy in the street or it popped up in a conversation with the guy on the bar stool next to you. But with O'Reilly, this is like the Big-L versus Little-L libertarian mantra. It's an affectation and he is just using this like a bookie gives points to get action.

Actually, that's a good analogy and probably goes to the core of why I think the guy is a crashing bore: he will say anything to get people to watch his show. He runs hot and cold. Now that popular public sentiment is that Obama is a disaster, he is out there on the front lines bashing the current administration with aplomb, raking them over the coals and condescendingly giving his lunatic left guests the last word. But back when public sympathies ran towards dumping the seemingly failed Bush administration at all costs, he did not have the ganas to metaphorically pull the trigger when he had Obama in his sights.

However, to be fair, it is all about ratings and how one packages one's self. Each commentator -- O'Reilly, Beck, Van Sustern, Hannity, etc. -- do what they think necessary to get their watchers. Hell, Fox News does what it does to get its ratings. I realize this is a very naive statement, but if you get past the political commentary to the packaging, one cannot help but notice the blonde-haired, lip-glossed babes that appear in legions as news readers, hosts, and adornments throughout all of the shows. One also notices that these info-babes are sprinkled, two-at-a-time, throughout O'Reilly and Hannity shows -- as what -- a subliminal suggestion that Fox commentary results in some sort of male fantasy? The point is that it's all marketing and it is designed to get people to watch and keep them watching over the breaks so that commercials sell product. Oh, and for the record, a lot of these very pretty ladies are extremely qualified; lawyers, etc. Fankly, I find it refreshing to watch someone who presents a pleasant appearance as well as a political point of view that coincides with mine.

I mean, one does not need to subject one's self to a bevy of Helen Thomases to attain news creditability.

And, one final remark about O'Reilly: This rant is just my opinion. He does have the best numbers going and recently outpolled Jay Leno in ratings, so I will be willing to concede to being a tad damp (as opposed to being all wet). And, the reality of it is that, as centrist Democrats tire of the shenanigans that their party is pulling, they are more apt to be pulled towards the opposite side of the spectrum by Bill O'Reilly than -- say -- Sean Hannity or Glenn Beck. For now, I consider Bill a pinhead!

But I will give him the last word. 

October 20, 2009

Stuck on 11..

Daily since January 20th of this year, we have been exposed to the idiocy that is the hallmark of this administration. Now, we read about a press conference where Obama's hold-over Secretary of defense, Robert Gates, maintained the following about our mission in Afghanistan:
The United States cannot wait for problems surrounding the legitimacy of the Afghan government to be resolved before making a decision on troops, U.S. Secretary of Defense Robert Gates said.

Gates, speaking to reporters on board a plane traveling to Tokyo, described the situation in Afghanistan as an evolutionary process that would not improve dramatically overnight, regardless of what course is taken following the country's flawed August election.

..and this about how the Pantload and the FLOTUS are partying 'til dawn when not on the campaign trail or flying to Copenhagen or Denmark or some other Euro-commie capitol to give a speech:
Michelle and Barack Obama sat one table over from J. Lo and Marc Anthony, and all four of them were rocking in their seats as Sheila E. shook the house — well, really the tent.

The latest installment of the White House music series was too big for the East Room, so a high-wattage assortment of Latin musicians sent pulsating, can't-help-but-bob-along rhythms tumbling out of a giant tent on the mansion's South Lawn.

As it happens, music of all sorts — rock, jazz, country, classical — has been busting out of the White House all year long.

It is singularly insulting that this do-nothing postures, preens, and struts through the P/R trivialities that are part-and-parcel of his definition of the office of the Presidency. But to compound this with his failure to act over 50 days after his hand-picked commander of the failing effort in Afghanistan requested reinforcements and more resources.

So, that's it, 282 days after this clown took office, there is no more disgust I can feel from that this guy and his coterie of sycophants can do that will make me have any more disdain for him than i already have. I am officially potted up; dialed to eleven, and pushed over the cliff:
.

October 19, 2009

Face Time

Too often we blog in anonymity hiding in our basements, concocting our screeds in our pajamas, and hurling them out to the huddled masses yearning to be free of Obama and his coterie of sycophants. Well, I don't know about youse guys, but I have written a line or two in my PJs early in the morning while waiting for Mrs Войска ПВО to relinquish the shower and bathroom for my morning ablutions.

..and, as for huddled masses, I'm still waiting for some scrap of lunacy typed at this site to go viral but am not prepared to advocate armed insurrection (yet). Meanwhile, a hardy few stop by and read my circumlocution and tolerate my tortured metaphors. Two such brave adventurers are "LL" and Madame Opus #6 who have been, in kind posts, supportive and the epitome of gentlemanly and gentlewomanly conduct.

And it is to those two I wish to express my admiration and gratitude.

You see, I had the distinct pleasure of lunching with them this past Friday and, I can safely say, that my only disappointment was that the time was far too short. Aside from that, it was a distinct thrill to meet fellow warriors in the Army of the Long March to November 2012.

"LL" is truly a fearsome and impressive individual whose background includes participation in three prominent federal organizations whose charter is the welfare and safety of this country. He authors several blogs: Virtual Mirage, one discussing U.S.-Mexican border Security, and My Journey. All three are entertaining and worth a visit.

Opus #6 is a very charming young lady who is the author of the MAInfo blog cited on the left over there. I find myself visiting there often, if only to take in the magnificent picture that comprises her banner art. But, believe me, her posts -- like LL's -- are instructive and entertaining.

The significance of this for me, was to place faces, voices, personalities to the sobriquets we all trade in. It immediately became clear the joy that bloggers derive from congregating in PACs, CPACs, WCPACs, political conventions, beer hall gatherings, etc. While we can post our hopes, dreams, frustrations, joys, sorrows, and thoughts from the privacy of our basements (in our pajamas), it is quite exhilarating to actually share ideas and concepts face-to-face.

I am so very grateful to these two for sharing their afternoon with me. I look forward to many more such get-togthers.

That being said, we spoke of the possibility of meeting with other bloggers in the Southern California area who might like to assemble for evenings of swapping stories, tall tales, political planning, and technical tidbits. If it interest you and you are geographically located, we should make plans. I am not sure what we will accomplish, but perhaps if we brought neophytes to the meeting, we might encourage them to start blogging. I know for certain that we will be needed next year and in 2012.

So, thanks again for lunch, LL and thank you very much for your company and suggestions, Opie. Next one is on me and I'm hoping we can make it some evening after work.

..my treat! 

October 15, 2009

Another joke from Major DiMento..

My friend from the USAF Auxiliary, Major Joe Dimento, the former B-36 RDO, sends along this funny:
Those of us who spend much time in a doctor's office should appreciate this! Doesn't it seem more and more that physicians are running their practices like an assembly line? Here's what happened to Bubba:

Bubba walked into a doctor's office and the receptionist asked him what he had. Bubba said, "Shingles."

So she wrote down his name, address, medical insurance number and told him to have a seat. Fifteen minutes later a nurse's aide came out and asked Bubba what he had..

 Again, Bubba replied, "Shingles."

 So she took down his height, weight, a complete medical history and told Bubba to wait in the examining room. Half hour later a nurse came in and asked Bubba what he had. Bubba patiently replied a third time, "Shingles.."

So the nurse gave Bubba a blood test, a blood pressure test, an electrocardiogram, and told Bubba to take off all his clothes and wait for the doctor. An hour later the doctor
came in and found Bubba sitting patiently in the nude and asked Bubba what he had. Bubba sighed and told the doc, "Shingles."

The doctor asked, "Where?"

Bubba said, "Outside on the truck. Where do you want me to unload 'em?"

October 12, 2009

Sinking beneath the waves..yet again!

It seems that the Nobel Prize has done little to boost public opinion of The Boy King. There was the briefest period of the waters receding as he clawed his was back to a -3 in the Rasmussen daily tracking poll. But, our boy seems to be caught inside once more as the big sets resume rolling through. His overall approval is still a head-below-water 49% as well.

It will be very interesting to see what happens when we head into the Christmas season and the MSM, hungry for stories, begins playing up the "I am out of work and my kids won't be getting any Tickle-me-Elmos in their stockings this year" angle. You get the feeling that the love will fade away when the POSOTUS and FLOTUS step out on the town in their Christmas finery ($1,000 sneaker boots?) on festive Yuletide date nights while those on the outs sit in the snow on their  blankets begging for a crust and copper or two.

God bless us, every one!

NOTE: There's a link over on the left hand side of this blog that'll get you Rasmussen's daily tracking poll. It's fascinating to revisit the early entries -- scant months ago -- and mark his steady decline.

Awwwwww. Poor Baby!

It seems Hollywood's fair-haired boy is becoming depressed while in jail according to his mouthpiece. I have a suggestion: why not get him a room-mate to keep him company on those cold Winter evenings? I mean, someone who has will probably share his liberal views on gay rights.

I mean, after all, isn't abolishing "don't ask, don't tell" going to be all the rage pretty soon?

October 10, 2009

Oh, just in a crappy mood, generally..thanks for asking.

So how would you feel if your college team (UCLA) was up 3-0 at the half on Oregon (you know, those idiot, liberal green-mongers with the ugliest football uniforms in the world) and you came back to the game with 3:00 minutes gone in the 3rd quarter to find them trailing 14-3..

..and the idiot in the White House won a booby prize from a bunch of Euro-commies, and your country's going to hell in and basket, and this pimple says it's gonna be at least five more weeks before he can make a decision about reinforcements for what he called the necessary war, and you are governed by a bunch of dimwitted, raging, assholes like Pelosi, Reid, Bawney "Gums" Fwank, and the whole collection of loons, and..

..well, you get the idea. I kind of feel like the manic-depressive Baby-Faced Nelson character in Oh Brother! Where Art Thou!

One small thing that cheers me up is the others on the blogosphere who do not get taken in by the truckloads of bull dust that get dumped on us each day by the Knee-Pad Media. They come up with some pretty funny stuff, two of which are on exhibit here. The weiner is courtesy of Madame S. Weasel whose site I have been hyping since dirt was new. She holds forth with some witty comments and her visitors some clever ripostes. So, what are you waiting for? Get over there and check it out.

The other ray of sunlight today is this marvelous picture of our flouncing Nancy pretty-boy, wuss, prez. It says it all, don't it? Hat tip on this one to Protein Wisdom by way of Blog de KingShamus.

Thanks, ladies and gents. I can hardly wait until thhat first Thuursday in 2010.

UPDATE: By the way, there's a good dialog going on over at the Protein Wisdom site. Some idiot troll showed up and mumbled something about the hateful right not being sufficiently sensitive to the great achievement that was Obama's Nobel Prize and was hit with a number of responses about how a truly humble and grateful person would have refused the award. The thread is worth a read. I cite one particularly astute response from a poster named stuiec:
Since the Nobel Committee doesn’t officially divulge nominations for fifty years after the award year, we don’t know the full list of nominees. But a few of the names have surfaced, including Afghan human rights activist Sima Samar, expatriate Uighur peace activist Rebiya Kadeer, Chinese dissident Hu Jia, and Prime Minister of Zimbabwe Morgan Tsvangirai.

A truly self-aware and gracious Barack Obama would have declined the Peace Prize and highlighted the actual accomplishments of these and other nominees who are far more deserving. But what can you expect from a guy who won’t even let the Dalai Lama come to the White House because he’s more interested in paying political favors to the Chinese?

October 9, 2009

Is it an inside joke?

I'm guessing this is really an inside joke by the Nobel Committee. MAInfo posts the You Tube video and invites us to listen to the gasps of surprise from the crowd in the room when the announcement was made:



But when I watched this, I immediately caught the guy in back of the announcer who breaks out in a silly-assed grin (at :17 and :22) when Obama is said to be the winner in Norwegian (?) and then in English. It's just creepy.


The Acclaim Pours In

 from all over the blogosphere, the plaudits for Obama's Nobel Peace Prize continue to pour in -- or on, I guess.

Our Boy King seems to have lived up to one of the his campaign promises -- that of being a uniter rather than a divider -- at least on the subject of the award's validity:
Right wing pundits took the opportunity to blast the president and the award itself, while even some liberal writers contended the president has so far fallen short of his potential to do good. Other liberals saw the award as an opportunity for Mr. Obama to expand his influence for the better. Nearly all, however, seemed to agree it was shocking to see the president receive the prize so early on in his presidency.
In other circles of Obama sycophancy, even the knee-pad media is dumb-founded. But they managed to dredge up the piquancy of his being awarded a commendation for his crusade for peace at a time when he is wrestling with a decision to send another 40,000 young men and women in harm's way:
Obama is the third sitting U.S. president–and the first in 90 years–to win the prestigious peace prize. His predecessors won during their second White House terms, however, and after significant achievements in their diplomacy. Woodrow Wilson was awarded the price in 1919, after helping to found the League of Nations and shaping the Treatise of Versailles; and Theodore Roosevelt was the recipient in 1906 for his work to negotiate an end to the Russo-Japanese war.

In contrast, Obama is struggling over whether to expand the war in Afghanistan, preparing to withdraw from Iraq, and searching for ways to build momentum to restart Israeli-Palestinian peace talks and assemble an international effort to stop Iran’s nuclear program.
But this peace thing is rough business. Maybe some of the lovely Code Pink creatures can help our POSOTUS out.

At least someone has addressed the question of what I asked in my S.L.O.W. post about Obama might have done to win the prize but he had two more days than I originally thought. (Twelve not ten.)

UPDATE: In what can only be described as the most monumental example of getting the cart before the horse, the Boy King accepts the prize with humility (NOT!) and says he'll accept Nobel as 'call to action'. I'm thinkin' that action will include a few more trips out on the economy with the FLOTUS for $6,000 purses, $500 sneakers, and $45,000 date nights to The Big Apple.

UPDATE II: My good friend, Cj, over at The Illustrated Conservative, makes this deft observation (emphasis added):
The man who has accomplished absolutely nothing since taking office has been given the equivalent of an affirmative action just for showing up award. Oh yeah, how to think Hillary Clinton feels about this news after slogging around the world as Secretary of State?
Right on, Cj!

S.L.O.W. for this week asks, "10 Days?"

Warning! Scatological references in the road ahead!

I am still reeling over the announcement that our beloved pantload has garnered the Nobel Peace Prize. While my initial reaction was one of incredible shock and surprise, it is clear that this will take some time to sink in.

On one level, it's great news because I was casting about for a follow-up to the previous week's award and wondering how to work the truly tragic topic of our soldiers losing their lives in Afghanistan because this flouncing Nancy waltzed off to Copenhagen to get rebuked by the IOC. It would have been a repeat of the award topic and could turn out to be sadly inappropriate and disrespectful to our brave men and women in the armed services.

But, lo, there do I see the wonderful Euro-Commies coming to my rescue in presenting their cheap, valueless trophy to our cheap, valueless leader. (And I use the term "leader" very loosely.) So I am going with presenting my award to the clowns who present their award to the clowns who tear down this world in the name of peace through their questionable accomplishments. You know, Carter, Gore, and now the Head Butt-wipe.

Congratulations fellas, this turd's for you.

By the way, I reserve the right to re-cast this post as the realization and nuances sink in. I mean, this is the gift that keeps on giving and I am sure that man-days of blogosphere effort will be devoted to dissecting this worthless bestowal of dubious recognition. So be prepared for updates.

Finally, I have just one question. If the deadline for the Nobel Peace Prize is February 1st of this year, then what did Barry do in the ten days following his inauguration until the polls were closed? I am guessing the following:

(1) Being black
(2) Not being George Bush
(3) Getting elected

UPDATE: The first of many, I am sure. I may be as saturated with ego and the POSOTUS (you figure it out), but I wonder which award has more relevance: Steaming Load of the Week or the Nobel Peace Prize?

October 7, 2009

HEH!




Sauerkraut!

Tinkers to Evers to Chance.

Whilst traipsing through some promising links I came upon a marvelous column by George Will, conservative writer and baseball fan who has been whiffing a lot lately. Well, George may not have hit this one out of the park, but he did send a shot down the alley in right-center and is rounding second heading for a sure stand-up triple. (See my comments on the art of baseball announcers below.)

But I digress. Mr Will served up a gem about the narcissism of the First-Pantload and Pantload-ess in their recent sacrificial speeches to the IOC this past week:
Both Obamas gave heartfelt speeches about ... themselves. Although the working of the committee's mind is murky, it could reasonably have rejected Chicago's bid for the 2016 games on aesthetic grounds -- unless narcissism has suddenly become an Olympic sport.
At this point, George serves one up into my wheel house:
In 2008, Obama carried the three congressional districts that contain Northern California's Silicon Valley with 73.1, 69.6 and 68.4 percent of the vote. Surely the Valley could continue its service to him by designing software for his speechwriters' computers that would delete those personal pronouns, replacing them with the word "sauerkraut" to underscore the antic nature of their excessive appearances.

And -- this will be trickier -- the software should delete the most egregious cliches sprinkled around by the tin-eared employees in the White House speechwriting shop.

Now, gentle readers, this is how ol' Voyska earns his bones, writing software. So I thought I'd craft a routine -- a function -- that could be plugged into such software and yield a similar result:

  #include "stdafx.h"

  /*******************************************
  * Stop the madness!
  *******************************************/
  CString TrimCrap(int nWho, const CString strBuffer)
  {
      CString strWorkBuffer = strBuffer;

      if (nType == POTUS)
      {
        strWorkBuffer.Replace(" I ", " the Narcissistic Pantload");
        strWorkBuffer.Replace(" me ", " the Clueless OJT President ");
        strWorkBuffer.Replace(" my ", " the Won's ");
     }
     else if (nType == FLOTUS)
     {
        strWorkBuffer.Replace(" I ", " the Sacrificing Narcissistic   Pantsuitload");
        strWorkBuffer.Replace(" me ", " the Bride of Frankenstein ");
        strWorkBuffer.Replace(" my ", " the $500-sneaker-wearing squeeze's ");
     }
     return strWorkBuffer
  }
 
..well, it may have some bugs in it - I just dashed it out. But you get the idea. If there are some of you out there who are developers and remember the old "ebonics.exe" app that was floating around over a decade ago, maybe we could develop something like that. You know, a simple app that reads one of The Won's speeches and converts into something like "The Narcissistic Pantload says it's all Bush's fault!"

The anecdote about baseball announcers? Well, when I was a kid in the fifties, I used to watch the weekly televised baseball game and one of the announcers was the lovable and homey ace of the old St Louis Cardinal Gas House Gang pitching staff, Dizzy Dean. He was from the Ozarks and brought his homespun phrases to the announcers booth where they tended to distort the actual event s on the field to the extent one was left thanking the Gods of Baseball for television. An example: Mantle up, one down, no on one, and Mick lines one to right. This call trips off the tongue of Ol' Diz:
"Hah pop fly hung out there ins right field, Mantle's around first and slud into second with a stand-up double!"
Somwhere's, the Gods are smiling!

October 6, 2009

No Special Reason..

From the WikiPedia entry
"The Revolution Will Not Be Televised" is a poem and song by Gil Scott-Heron. It was the B-side to Scott-Heron's first single, "Home Is Where the Hatred Is", from his album Pieces of a Man (1971). It was also included on his compilation album, The Revolution Will Not Be Televised (1974).

"It first appeared on the 1970 album Small Talk at 125th and Lenox, on which Scott-Heron recited the piece, accompanied only by congas and bongo drums. A re-recorded version, this time with a full band, appeared on the 1971 album Pieces of a Man and as the b-side to the single "Home Is Where The Hatred Is". All these releases were issued on the Flying Dutchman Productions label. The piece's name was also used as the title to Scott-Heron's "Best of" album, issued in 1998 by RCA. The song appeared in the film The Hurricane by Norman Jewison about the wrongful imprisonment of boxer Rubin Carter and the fight to free him from injustice."

No reason, I just wanted to post it here because it seems that all the anger that invested itself in the Left during the 60s (yeah, those sixties) is coming around full circle as more and more people feel disenfranchised by a government that does not listen to its constituents. Maybe it's a little over the top; maybe not.

The Revolution Will Not Be Televised
You will not be able to stay home, brother.
You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out.
You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and skip,
Skip out for beer during commercials,
Because the revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be brought to you by Xerox
In 4 parts without commercial interruptions.
The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon
blowing a bugle and leading a charge by John
Mitchell, General Abrams and Spiro Agnew to eat
hog maws confiscated from a Harlem sanctuary.
The revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be brought to you by the
Schaefer Award Theatre and will not star Natalie
Woods and Steve McQueen or Bullwinkle and Julia.
The revolution will not give your mouth sex appeal.
The revolution will not get rid of the nubs.
The revolution will not make you look five pounds
thinner, because the revolution will not be televised, Brother.

There will be no pictures of you and Willie May
pushing that shopping cart down the block on the dead run,
or trying to slide that color television into a stolen ambulance.
NBC will not be able predict the winner at 8:32
or report from 29 districts.
The revolution will not be televised.

There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
brothers in the instant replay.
There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
brothers in the instant replay.
There will be no pictures of Whitney Young being
run out of Harlem on a rail with a brand new process.
There will be no slow motion or still life of Roy
Wilkens strolling through Watts in a Red, Black and
Green liberation jumpsuit that he had been saving
For just the proper occasion.

Green Acres, The Beverly Hillbillies, and Hooterville
Junction will no longer be so damned relevant, and
women will not care if Dick finally gets down with
Jane on Search for Tomorrow because Black people
will be in the street looking for a brighter day.
The revolution will not be televised.

There will be no highlights on the eleven o'clock
news and no pictures of hairy armed women
liberationists and Jackie Onassis blowing her nose.
The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb,
Francis Scott Key, nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom
Jones, Johnny Cash, Englebert Humperdink, or the Rare Earth.
The revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be right back after a message
about a white tornado, white lightning, or white people.
You will not have to worry about a dove in your
bedroom, a tiger in your tank, or the giant in your toilet bowl.
The revolution will not go better with Coke.
The revolution will not fight the germs that may cause bad breath.
The revolution will put you in the driver's seat.

The revolution will not be televised, will not be televised,
will not be televised, will not be televised.
The revolution will be no re-run brothers;
The revolution will be live.

I'm not a doctor, but I play one at Obama's Presser..

Over in Hot Air's Green Room is a great post  -- Lab coats required -- which gives us a peek back stage at the White House's little soirée with the 150 docs from all over the land flocking to hear the Pantload-lin-Chief flap his gums about health care.

Of course, to give it a more realistic appearance, all the docs and doc-ettes were asked to wear their lab coats. Presumably, extra points were given if you brought that chest-listening-thngy that you use. You know, the, um, uh, stehoscope. Yeah! that's it! And one can only surmise that cherries were put on top of the sundaes of those who wore those light-reflecting doo-dads on their heads and brought their own actual doctor bags.


Forget your coat? No problem! We'll have a pert little staffer-ette handing out spares for the upcoming photo-op.

Of course, this begs the question, what did the White House crew do for the empty seats during a wide-angle shots? I mean, they had a bunch of helpers and some extra jackets? 

So, if you're a gardener at the White House yesterday afternoon (no, not you, Chauncey) and you're pressed into service for a picture or two to fill out the crowd, does that make you a tree doctor?  

October 5, 2009

TO ARMS! TO ARMS!

The following is from The MAInfo Blog by the lovely Opus#6. Read it and SPREAD THE WORD! Here is the 4-1-1 on her post:
Our legislature, apparently, is going to attempt to pass Obamacare in the next few days. It is crucial to contact the 13 members of the Senate Finance Committee and let them know how you feel about this. No on Cloture is a good idea for a talking point. I'm not sure the emails in this list work. I tried a couple and got delivery failure notices. I hear these guys change their email addresses regularly.

Senator Evan Bayh (IN)
Chief of Staff: Thomas Sugar (thomas_sugar@bayh.senate.gov)
Washington, DC (202) 224-5623 / (202) 228-1377 fax
Indianapolis (317) 554-0750 / (317) 554-0760 fax

Senator Michael Bennet (CO)
Chief of Staff: Jeff Lane (jeffrey_lane@bennet.senate.gov)
Washington, DC (202) 224-5852 / (202) 228-5036
Denver (303) 455-7600 / (303) 455-8851 fax

Senator Joe Lieberman (CT)
Chief of Staff: Clarine Riddle (clarine_riddle@lieberman.senate.gov)
Washington, DC (202) 224-4041 / (202) 224-9750 fax
Hartford (860) 549-8463 / (866) 317-2242 fax

Senator Bill Nelson (NE)
Chief of Staff: Tim Becker (timothy_becker@bennelson.senate.gov)
Washington, DC (202) 224-6551 / (202) 228-0012 fax
Lincoln (402) 441-4600 / (402) 476-8753 fax
Omaha (402) 391-3411 / (402) 391-4725 fax

Senator Blanche Lincoln (AR)
Chief of Staff: Elizabeth Burks (elizabeth_burks@lincoln.senate.gov)
Washington, DC (202) 224-4843 / (202) 228-1371 fax
Little Rock (800) 352-9364 / (501) 375-7064 fax

Senator Mary Landrieu (LA)
Chief of Staff: Jane Campbell (jane_campbell@landrieu.senate.gov)
Washington, DC (202) 224-5824 / (202) 224-9735 fax
New Orleans (504) 589-2427 / (504) 589-4023 fax

Senator Mark Pryor (AR)
Chief of Staff: Bob Russell (robert_russell@pryor.senate.gov)
Washington, DC (202) 224-2353 / (202) 228-0908 fax
Little Rock (501) 324-6336 / (501) 324-5320 fax

Senator Mark Warner (VA)
Chief of Staff: Luke Albee (luke_albee@warner.senate.gov)
Washington, DC (202) 224-2023 / (202) 224-6295 fax
Abingdon (276) 628-8158 / (276) 628-1036 fax

Senator Mark Begich (AK)
Chief of Staff: David Ramseur (david_ramseur@begich.senate.gov)
Washington, DC (202) 224-3004 / (202) 224-2354 fax
Anchorage (907) 271-5915 / (907) 258-9305 fax

Senator Robert Byrd (WV)
Chief of Staff: Barbara Videnieks (barbara_videnieks@byrd.senate.gov)
Washington, DC (202) 224-3954 / (202) 228-0002 fax
Charleston (304) 342-5855 / (304) 343-7144 fax
Martinsburg (304) 264-4626 / (304) 262-3039 fax

Senator Thomas Carper (DE)
Chief of Staff: Jim Reilly (james_reilly@carper.senate.gov)
Washington, DC (202) 224-2441 / (202) 228-2190 fax
Wilmington (302) 573-6291 / (302) 573-6434 fax
Dover (302) 674-3308 / (302) 674-5464 fax
Georgetown (302) 856-7690 / (302) 856-3001 fax

Senator Jim Webb (VA)
Chief of Staff: Paul Reagan (paul_reagan@webb.senate.gov)
Washington, DC (202) 224-4024 / 202-228-6363 fax
Danville (434) 792-0976 / (434) 972-0960 fax

Senator Jon Tester (MT)
Chief of Staff (Deputy): Mary Walsh (mary_walsh@tester.senate.gov)
Washington, DC (202) 224-2644 / (202) 224-8594 fax
Billings (406) 252-0550 / (406) 252-7768 fax


More Numbers

Mary Katherine Ham, my heart throb and "fellow ham" (I am k6whp; it's an inside joke) wrapped up the Conservative American Dream Summit and, during her speech, offered the following absolutely shocking statistics about the documented acts of violence at the 450 or so by attendees to this past August and September's Town Hall meetings.


Turns out there were four slaps, one shove, three punches, one sign grabbed, one solved act of vandalism, and one unsolved act of vandalism. And, here is another stunner: of the eleven acts above, seven were perpetrated by liberals versus conservatives.

Compare and contrast with the recent G20 meeting in Pittsburgh where rocks and bottles were thrown at police, barrels were rolled down the streets, windows were smashed in, and 66 were arrested.

Kinda reminiscent of the recent dichotomy between the mall in Washington D.C. after the 9/12 demonstrations and the inauguration ceremony for The WON back in January.

Upside..Downside..

The downside of the Government's Epic Fail-of-a-Cash-for-Clunkers may have been that it merely front-loaded auto sales figures and that is a bummer and pretty much of a hallmark of the failed-and-failing stimulation effort by this incompetent administration.


..but my good friend and work associate, Dave Brown, points out that the upside to this program was that it got 95% of the cars with OBAMA/BIDEN bumper stickers off the road.

October 3, 2009

Numbers

Work with me here on some math. Michael Moore's new film opened at #7 out of 10 and grossed [only] $1.5 millions -- at least that's what Drudge reported. That's not too good is it? I mean, these films don't usually have legs and this means he will "only" gross about twenty mil or so. That's pathetic compared to the other crap he's shoveled out to an unsuspecting public..

..isn't it?

Still, with a haul like that, I don't think that this cheeseburger-sucking tub of goo shouldn't be out savaging capitalism, do you?


On another front, I hear that Chicago got stuffed in the first round by a vote of 18 out of 94. Now I know that's bad. I mean, if you are a utility infielder (for the Cubs) and you're 18 for 94 for the season, you should expect to be back down on their class D farm club roster sometime before September, right?

Well, maybe the Sox. The Cubs would probably keep you on.




UPDATE: George will throws out more numbers for us to consider. Paraphrasing, our beloved pair of narcissists went to Copenhagen and both gave speeches about themselves. Michelle used the personal pronoun or a form of it 34 times in 16 paragraphs and The Big Flopper did the same 23 times in 13 paragraphs.

To quote Ecclesiastes, "All is vanity.."

UPDATE II: Clifton over at his stupendous ABC blog, posts a confirmation that The Cheeseburger-Sucking Tool's latest offering tanked. As I said, only his doing a reprise of Mama Cass's room-service sayonara could make me more happy. I suppose that's cold, but no more so that the slime and ooze that issues from certain Floridian members of the House of Representatives and sallow-skinned, greasy-haired, tattooed lefty actresses wearing idiot glasses.     

Bumped into an old flame the other day..

..well a former passion has been ignited you might say. When I left the USAF in the 70s (yeah, those 70s, with Nixon, Ford, Carter, disco, the misery index, and stuff), I wanted to take up soaring. So, in SoCal I headed out to Hemet, California and managed to literally get within one session of soloing before familial responsibilities intervened. This persisted through two families and one-point-five generations (the latest having left the household for the loving and tender care of the USMC). In 2005 and 2006, I resumed this dream but rust, disuse again led me to virtually start from the beginning. I was yet again virtually on the verge of soloing when the rains hit and some pretty nasty events rent the Lake Perris Soaring Club (of which I was a member) asunder. So, foiled again!

Drat!

However, third time's a charm and I will come into some free time and money in the near future. I do not intend to squander this opportunity to mingle with the clouds, I assure you.

For those who know aught of this sport, it is truly a beautiful manifestation of man's attempt to claw his way to the heavans. It is done, for the most part, without power and at the good graces of the updrafts ("thermals") and wind waves that God sprinkles in our atmosphere. Pilots who master this are said to be more skillful than those who strap themselves into powered flight machines and allow a noisy, smell motor drag (or push) their vehicle around the sky.

Here is a You Tube video that briefly captures that spirit. enjoy!



As I more and more resume this passion, I will share pictures, videos, and reminiscences with you.

Maybe inspire you to take a ride?

what the bloody hell, here's another:


Greta Van Sustern's interview of Thomas Eagleburger


I am becoming a big fan of Greta Van Sustern these days. One finds the terminally self-referential O'Reilly to be a wearying exercise in listening to an egotist bloviate about himself almost as much as our POTUS. Hannity is fun, but a incessant ticking off of talking points that, for a 60 minute show, can also become tedious. The only challenge after taking in the first 10-minute rush of Obama's daily stumbles is to determine who the token lib will be on his panel of great-great-great Americans. If it's Bob Beckel, it engenders an almost-wrist-breaking reflex to remote the show into digital oblivion. Though, to be sure, Bob's brother is a breath of fresh air and to see both of them go at it should become a regular feature of Sean's show. (Hint, hint, Sean.)

Of course, the sad thing is that Chris Wallace only appears on Sundays. But, alas, a nightly show of his keen, insightful interviewing and relentless prodding would be like going on a diet of chocolate sundaes: delightful at first, but deleterious to one's taste buds and health.

But Greta is a jewel! She was a women I used to loathe when she came out in defense of O. J. Simpson many years ago and, to be sure, she has (or had) some liberal tendencies. But, like Wallace, she hides her political proclivities with great skill. Or, perhaps not. But both come down hard on the incompetent, the bumbling, the ridiculous, and the absurd who try to foist off their inanities on the good people of this country. They are a pleasure to watch and I revel in Greta's current incessant advocacy of common sense in government. Also, it is fairly impressive that the hoists that copy of HR 3200 aloft often on her shows. You know the one I am talking about. The one festooned with post-it notes. The document that actually looks like it was read. I mean, she is no stevedore.

On the basis of that alone, I would be enticed to vote for this woman should she run for office.

And, in fact, I have voted for her because I have set my TIVO (or whatever passes for TIVO with my ComCast Cable service) to record her nightly. She is a delight to watch and this past Friday's show was no exception. So, after all this buildup, the point of this post is I want you to watch her interview with Thomas Eagleburger, former SOS under George Bush the First. It's a pretty searing indictment of the current administration and Obama's behavior:

Sure, he's an operative of a Republican president and is not likely to cut a Democrat some slack. But he did say some nice things about that goofy guy we all came to know and love in the 90s, Bill Clinton. And he did work for other administrations as a minor luminary, like the-now-second-worst-president-in-American-history, Jimmy Carter. So I take this guy seriously and think he's nailed Obama.

To.The.Letter.

Olympic Fail!

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October 2, 2009

Massive Schadenfreude!

Yes! 



One just cannot help reveling in the course of today's events.
(Photos stolen from Michelle Malkin's Blog) 

And now for something completely different..

Seems our POTUS and his crew aren't the only stupid people in the world. This brand spanking new Airbus 340-600, the largest Passenger airplane ever built, sits just outside its hangar In Toulouse, France without a single hour of airtime.

Enter the Arab flight crew of Abu Dhabi Aircraft Technologies (ADAT) to conduct pre-delivery tests on the ground, such as engine run-ups prior to delivery to Etihad Airways in Abu Dhabi. The ADAT crew taxied the A340-600 to the run-up area. Then they took all four engines to takeoff power with a virtually empty aircraft. Not having read the run-up Manuals, they had no clue just how light an empty A340-600 really is. The takeoff warning horn was blaring away in the cockpit Because they had all four engines at full power. The aircraft computers thought they were trying to take off, But it had not been configured properly (flaps/slats, etc.) Then one of the ADAT crew decided to pull the circuit breaker on the Ground Proximity Sensor to silence the alarm. This fools the aircraft into thinking it is in the air. The computers automatically released all the brakes and set the aircraft rocketing forward. The ADAT crew had no idea that this is a safety feature So that pilots can't land with the brakes on.Not one member of the seven-man Arab crew was smart enough to throttle back the engines from their max power setting, So the $200 million brand-new aircraft crashed into a blast barrier, totaling it. The extent of injuries to the crew is unknown due to the news blackout in the major media in France and elsewhere. Coverage of the story was deemed insulting to Muslim Arabs.Finally, the photos are starting to leak out.

A French Airbus: $200 million dollars
Untrained Arab Flight Crew: $300,000 Yearly Salary
Unread Operating Manual: $300
Aircraft meets retaining wall and the wall wins: PRICELESS!!!

“This is why God gave them Camels"!
(Courtesy Major Joe DiMento, the B-36 RDO)