December 31, 2011

Speaking of ugly..

"Gimme your dough..!"

The First Moocher is at it again. She's lounging around her Hawaiian digs, vacationing on our 40,000,000 dimes (after taking an early flight over that cost us an extra million dimes because she could not wait for that hatchet-assed, metro-sexual Pantload POTUS to wrap things up in D.C.) and putting the arm on her husband's backers, asking them to dig down deep and come up with $3 to for their campaign.

From Kieth Koffler's White House Dossier blog:
Speaking from her paradisical $4 million Hawaii vacation, Mrs. Obama wants to know: Do any of President Obama’s supporters have $3 to spare for his reelection?

This is approximately like coming upon Warren Buffett on a street corner with a McDonald’s cup asking if he can have 15 cents. Michelle’s request was part of an email sent to the Obama 2012 list today.

Over the next 11 months we’ve got an organization to grow, voters to register, and people to get fired up.

I hope you’ll close out this year by donating $3 or more now to help make sure we’re ready for the next one...
Thank you so much, and happy new year,

The obscene juxtaposition of the first lady on a $4 million vacation while asking what would have to be middle to low income earners for three bucks – who else would they be targeting with such an appeal? – is yet another example of lack of perspective the Obamas seem to be gaining while in power.

Mrs. Obama takes extravagant vacations to Spain and southern Africa. The president golfs obsessively and is currently dining at Honolulu’s ritziest restaurants. All while asking their fellow Americans to “sacrifice” during this time of not plenty.
And they blow $4 million – mostly taxpayers’ money – on a vacation, while wondering
if the small people can come up with $3. What about renting a beach house next year at the Jersey shore? I mean, if we’re all going to sacrifice.
Tell you what, Keith, if things play out well next year, Moon-Ass and her dipstick hubby will be spending their vacations wading in the shores of Lake Michigan or cavorting in the spray of open fire hydrants in the sweltering Summer streets of Chicago.

For the moment, however, while she's strolling along Makapu'u Beach, you can tell her for me to pound sand.


The Tasteless Past..

Piqued by a tip from Ed Morrissey and James Lileks on their Saturday show, I came across a truly pedestrian set of pics that rivals Woodsterman's Walmatrian series. Hint: Google "Awkward Family Photographs". Here's a sample of the more tasteful.

..I can't go on. Talk amongst yourselves.


Past is Prologue II: A look back at 2011..

Actually, this is from 2010, but it is worth remembering if only because I am sure this product will probably be in demand [yet again] after November 6th, 2012.

I wonder if they'll be offering the 2-for-1 offer if you just pay the additional shipping and handing?


December 28, 2011

Past is Prologue

Dear Leader is gone but the true tragedy for the NorKs will be when they lose their other "Dear Leader". It'll be a time for them to crank up the tear ducts once more.

TANGENTIAL DRIVE BY ADDENDA: What do you call any given politician's policy of obsequiously fawning over illegal alien in order to get their vote?


Someone in a thread over on Hot Air said he didn't like Rick Santorum because he felt like the Presidential candidate looked like a rat with dentures.

..I don't make 'em up, pally, I just read 'em.


December 25, 2011

After Christmas back to work post..

Playing with my new toys. Go here for some interesting stuff. Will be back to write about it when the toys get old. Meantime, we got us some serious work to do next year.


December 24, 2011

Merry Christmas, Mr Scrooge, in keeping with the situation..

..and may God bless us every one and bring us what we all -- well, hopefully 51 percent or more of us -- wish for: a victory over the forces of evil and darkness and a merrier and brighter Yule in 2012.


December 21, 2011

Miss me yet?

From an obscure link off of Drudge:

..Oh my, how the worm has turned.

UPDATE: Took a look at the site from whence this pic/post came -- Bad Rachel -- and sort of fell in love with it. Straight, clean, spare, unembellished, and worth visiting. I added it to my blog list over there on the right.



December 20, 2011

Turn out the lights, the party's over..

The North Koreans put their old boy into the display case today:
Makes a nice banquet centerpiece, don't you think? Just stick an apple in his mouth.
Man, the amount chicken fat and make-up that went into making that stiff presentable on his bier must've set a Guinness record. And, you know NK's don't have a sense of humor when they don't dress up their dictator -- known laughingly to the rest of the Free World as Pajama Boy -- in a set of PJs for his final nap.

Here's the Pajama Boy with his successor son, Melon Head, back in the days when he was vertical:
"Hey dad, when this is done, can we roast a couple of Fox Terriers? I'm starving!"
..the real mystery here is that why would millions of people elect to be subjugated and starved by creeps like this? Must be something in the dog meat they eat.


December 19, 2011

The Dark Knight?

(Gonna get some flak for this, but I can't abode the image of that flabby-breasted fruitball congressman..)


War Planner "I don't give a crap" Insensitive Comment of the Week

Bawney Fwank, the old fairy, with retirement in sight, is finally beginning to lose it:

"Barney Frank Wears Revealing Shirt On House Floor"

Outgoing Rep. Barney Frank (D-Mass.) was on the House floor late Monday afternoon wearing a t-shirt and a sling due to a recent operation on his thumb.

Frank was wearing a revealing shirt, one which you could see through that exposed what his bare chest looks like.

The outgoing Congress said his recent attire was due to surgery he had on a ligament in his thumb.
If you think I'm gonna add to this nonsense, you're certifiable. Maybe this is why these clowns can't get anything done.


December 18, 2011

Mele Kaliki Maka 2011: Pantload Vacay Redux..

It seems like only yesterday that The Chicago Jesus and his grasping, tone-deaf WIDE LOAD FLOTUS took separate vacations together to Martha's Vineyard in a stupefyingly display of opulence and insensitivity. That his'n'hers sojourn spawned these little ditties:
"Finding a wave in Martha's Vineyard is almost as hard as finding a job."
"I'd say after 40 fund raisers, I've earned a vacation."
"Wishing you happy job hunting from sunny Martha's Vineyard."
"Gotta sharpen my game for the next ESPN special."
"I hope I bowl higher than my approval rating."
"Why did that lifeguard call me Jimmy Carter?"
"I shot a 39 on the front nine--matches my approval rating."
"It's hot outside, heading to take a double dip."
"This $50,000 per week estate is wicked awesome."
"One local called me the Bill Buckner of the economy. That's good, right?"
"No Joe, don't touch anything while I'm gone."
"Low polls, high's a beach."
"On second thought, maybe I was wrong about Slurpees."
"Great thing about vacations...don't need a plan."
"Wow, I'm eligible for an upgrade. Boy, I needed that."
"I'll pivot to that whole jobs week."
"Raining in Martha's Vineyard. Must be Bush's fault."
"Divots: They're shovel ready."
Well, just when he thought it was safe to go back in the water, up comes Christmas and yet another period for r'n'r after a blistering pace of on-our-dime-campaigning-disguised-as-POUTS tours, golfing, boogeying at the White House, the customary grind of work-and-responsibility avoidance, and the brain-slaughtering slog of, well, ceaseless vacation planning. So, one would think that our adorable first couple would want to avoid the tin-eared, low-rez optics of past time-off missteps, right?

Nah, not to be, old son.

Turns out this little 17-day stay in our 50th state will set us back a pile.
..research shows the total cost for the President’s visit for taxpayers far exceeded $1.5 million in 2010 – but is even more costly this year because he extended his vacation by three days and the cost for Air Force One travel has jumped since last assessed in 2000.
The total cost (based on what is known) for the 17-day vacation round trip vacation to Hawaii for the President, his family and staff has climbed to more than $4 million.
And that's our nickel, folks.

The obscene details (if you want to really delve into this) are itemized in a recent Honolulu Reporter article. The biggest chunk is, of course, travel and logistics:
The biggest expense is President Barack Obama’s round trip flight to Hawaii via Air Force One, a cost the GAO office estimated at $1 million in the year 2000. Contacted today, the GAO confirmed there is no report the independent office affiliated with Congress has prepared since 2000 to operate Air Force One and Air Force Two. However, the U.S. Air Force provides the most current numbers of $181,757 per flight hour. Travel time for Air Force One direct from Washington D.C. to Hawaii is about 9 hours or $1,635,813 each way for a total of $3,271,622 for the round trip to Hawaii and back.
The cost for USAF C-17 cargo aircraft that transports the Presidential limos, helicopters and other support equipment to Hawaii was not made available. However, the flight time between Andrews Air Force Base and Hawaii is at about 21.5 hours round trip, with estimated operating cost of $12,000 per hour. (Source: GAO report, updated by C-17 crew member). The;United States Marine Corps provides a presidential helicopter, along with pilots and support crews for the test flights, which travel on another C-17 flight. That is $258,000, not including costs for the 4 to 6 member crew's per diem and hotel.
And, no, it seems they did NOT sidestep one of the more serious gaffes attributed to their Martha's Vineyard outing:
Mrs. Obama’s early flight to Hawaii costs about $63,000 (White House Dossier), but add security and personnel for a total of about $100,000.
This is getting to be a nasty habit. I mean, she can't wait around the palatial White House for her husband to finish up the work he has been so studiously avoiding? What's the all-fired rush to convey her ample ass out to beyond where the sun sets?

Look, I know we're supposed to be respectful and all that, but if Moose-Chelle keeps booking these separate flights, I'm gonna keep throwing a flag on it and start stirring up speculation that maybe when she flies with any contingent, there are weight and balance issues with Air Force One.


So looks like as we hunker down in our freezing garrets and basements, heating up our gruel over a candle, and spending hard-earned farthings on modest gifts for the third meager Yule Season under this blithering incompetent, we'll be treated to pictures of him and The Moose out there living the high life and the glistening man-boob pictures as he emerges from body surfing at Makapuu.

I hope a shark gnaws his noodle off.



Odie -- The Woodsterman -- has a recurring series on his site variously called People of WalMart or Return of the WalMartians or something similar which is a delightful(?) selection of out-of-this-world pictures of the out of this world that shop at that iconic store.

Well, Odie's got his agenda and I have mine. From time-to-time, I plug The Obama Fail Blog because I believe it to be a great resource for all of us who have had to endure the Immense Bowel Movement of a POTUS for the last 1,422 days. More if you count those odious maneuverings of the Office of the President Elect.

And that last point underscores why The Obama Fail Blog is a great resource. How many of you remembered that gaff? How many of you remember the details of the oil spill and how we first learned of Obama's tendency of preferring vacations and golf to actually solving a pressing problem before our country? Anyway, this is the most recent You Tube posted and it harkens us back to the first huge bumble that this cretin foisted off on us, The Stimulus:

As you will see, it's a good recounting of why the stimulus failed and, of course, begs the question as to why this fool would think that another edition of this -- albeit half the size -- would get us out of the economic doldrums we have languished in for the entire duration of The Pantload's term.

So go over to catch Odie's latest truly funny stuff and then head to The Obama Fail Blog to trip through the pages of recent history..

..if you dare.


December 16, 2011


From my friend, Kevin "Sky" King:

I was sitting at a traffic light yesterday next to a carload of politicians when a big tractor-trailer drove right over the top of their car! Flattened it!

"Wow!" I thought, "That could've been me!" I went and got a Commercial Driver's License.

December 13, 2011


Sorry for the drive-by, but do you know who this is?

No, it's not a picture of your Uncle Seymore, the stevedore, in drag. It's Christiane Amanpour who's rumored out at at that slice of liberal/leftist Sunday garbage, This Week over on ABC.

As I commented on Hot Air:
At the risk of sounding like Apocalypse (the Hot Gas commenter, not the event), in each of our dreary days on this earth — even the darkest — God reaches down with at least one golden shaft of sunlight to brighten our pathetic existence.

By comparison, the news of the [possible] replacement of this insufferable, conceited, patronizing, condescending beyotch with her affected accent and male-in-drag appearance is like a million super novae in the heavens.
(By the way, bethcha $10,000 your uncle Seymore's voice is NOT lover than Amanpour's.) how's that for a lazy, minimalist daily bookmark? I tell you, this blogging thing is getting easier and easier.


December 9, 2011


From Lieutenant Rick De Martino, SQ 68, CAWG, USAFA:

John was in the fertilized egg business. He had several hundred young layers (hens), called 'pullets,' and ten roosters to fertilize the eggs. He kept records, and any rooster not performing went into the soup pot and was replaced. This took a lot of time, so he bought some tiny bells and attached them to his roosters.

Each bell had a different tone, so he could tell from a distance, which rooster was performing. Now, he could sit on the porch and fill out an efficiency report by just listening to the bells.

John's favorite rooster, old Butch, was a very fine specimen, but this morning he noticed old Butch's bell hadn't rung at all!

When he went to investigate, he saw the other roosters were busy chasing pullets, bells-a-ringing, but the pullets, hearing the roosters coming, would run for cover. To John's amazement, old Butch had his bell in his beak, so it couldn't ring. He'd sneak up on a pullet, do his job and walk on to the next one.

John was so proud of old Butch, he entered him in the Saint Lawrence County Fair and he became an overnight sensation among the judges.

The result was the judges not only awarded old Butch the "No Bell Piece Prize," but they also awarded him the "Pulletsurprise" as well. Clearly old Butch was a politician in the making. Who else but a politician could figure out how to win two of the most coveted awards on our planet by being the best at sneaking up on the unsuspecting populace and screwing them when they weren't paying attention.

Vote carefully in the next election, the bells are not always audible.


December 7, 2011

Pearl Harbor

A reminder of the "other" 9/11:

..and this:

..God bless the men and women who lost their lives there and those who fought in all of our wars to keep us free.


December 2, 2011

If you thought the last post was revolting II

I know, I know..

Well, I have been busy. I was tapped as the new squadron commander of the Long Beach USAF Auxiliary squadron and -- essentially --  my duties commence 1 JAN 2012 but the preparation effort commences almost immediately. (Office of the Squadron Commander-elect?)

And it's the usual drill at work: the black curtain of the all-engulfing proxy server forbids noontime posts to The War Planner just when my political juices are flowing at their best. That is, I have awakened, consumed my morning doughnut (no coffee), worked through my pre-noon bug-slaughtering effort, wolfed down my tuna sammich and Coke (no, the beverage) and Hoovered up all of the news on Drudge, Hot Air, Odie's site, and anyplace else where it's fit to print, begun formulating my daily opinions, rebuttals to the Obama regime propaganda machine (A.K.A., the MSM) and -- wham! -- no access to my site.

Work and life is so-o-o-o-o unfair.

So what's revolting about this post besides my pedestrian prose, you ask?

It's the fact that today the unemployment rate dropped from 9.1% to 8.6% and it is NOT due to the hiring out-of-work-people. It's principally because the city of Pittsburgh has left the work force and decided to stay home.


Well, that's 315,000 folks have been out of work so long that they've given up and are no longer considered to be worthy of denominator-hood status thereby making the number into which the people actually working are divided smaller.

You do the math.

For perspective and because I am lazy, Here are some interesting takes on this from Hot Air commenters:
Keep in mind the seasonal hiring that goes on at this time. I seen a lot of UPS ads for seasonal drivers as well as other job hiring places.
William Amos on December 2, 2011 at 10:08 AM
It's called seasonal employment. What will happen in January? Why, the rate should go up? Also there's this:
James Pethokoukis ran the numbers, and declared that if the participation rate were the same as last month, the unemployment rate would be 8.9%.
For a layman like me, that’s the maddening thing about “government statistics”. To me, your either employed or not. Doesn’t matter if you’ve “dropped out” of the workforce or not. Why don’t they just report the unemployed number and then give all of the “what if’s”.
BacaDog on December 2, 2011 at 10:11 AM
And this little gem:
From ABC News:
The unemployment rate fell in November to 8.6 percent as the economy added 120,000 new non-farm jobs. The economy must add about 400,000 jobs a month if the unemployment rate is to be reduced.
Care to explain the 280,000+ job discrepancy ABC? No? Well alright then.
forest on December 2, 2011 at 10:18 AM
But the real revolting figure is depicted by that chart way up above. Look at it closely and it says that the participation in the work force has trended down to WHERE IT IS FINALLY REACHED THE SAME NUMBER IT WAS IN 1984. (That, by the way boys and girls, was when me and Mrs War Planner spliced ourselves together.)

..and all this in a country whose population has grown to over 300 millions.

Boy, those folks in the BLS and the Pantload regime are going to have some fun playing with numbers on this one. It will make the Orwellian increase of the chocolate ration from 30 grams per week to 25 grams seem like Milo Minderbinder's buying eggs at 5 cents and selling them at 3 cents to make a profit seem like child's play.

Anyone for some Egyptian cotton dipped in chocolate? Are we still at war with Eastasia?