April 28, 2016

April 16, 2016

Truth page about R.O.P. Goat Humpers

Tip from HG friend about the R.O.P. on a site that is a must see and must confer if you want to get the inside slant on what these pig-slimed bastages have in mind for you:

..dunno about "..any Muslim, anywhere in the world.." as I am sure some of these slime balls -- the ones that perpetrate evil against innocents -- deserve to be filled so full of lead that they will make pencil marks when they sit down.

But then, that is up to you, my brother.

April 15, 2016

The Looney Wing of the Seniors' Home

Odie stopped by this afternoon; my beloved friend, The Woodsterman, who was instrumental in getting me to start blogging back when the Lawn Jockey POTUS was first thrust upon us. He seemed puzzled by my take on things so I write this to further clarify my position: Succinctly and for the record:

I want to see Donald Trump win the nomination and I want this to happen for many reasons, chief among them my desire to see heads exploding, wailing, gnashing of teeth, rending of garments, and general discontent by those in the establishment who have been smugly bending us over and giving us "the big umbie"* for the past - oh - sixteen years (if not more) without benefit of jelly (K-Y, petroleum, grape, or cranberry).

In the previous post, I mentioned my amazement at the disorientation that this campaign season is causing. Up is down, left is right, and the shape-shifting of personalities, heroes, enemies, former heroes, and former heroes.

Ben Shapiro
Out: Fox News with their incessant Trump-bashing and tongue-clicking. This includes those I used to admire like Charles Krauthammer, and a lot of the regularly seated "smart people panels" who would deign to benefit we mirror-fogging proles with their political acumen. Add to that list the morning drive asshole Ben Shapiro on KRLA 870 AM who regularly takes pictures of Michelle Fields to the sperm bank as his inspiration as well as taking pictures of The Donald to the firing range as -- er -- similar inspiration. There are others, I am sure. But you get the idea.

Also out, of course, is Ed Morrissey and his crew of nincompoops who saw fit to disenfranchise a family of loyal followers (some for more than ten years) over at Hot Air by going to FaceBook commenting. When we requested a redress of grievances, he was rather abrupt with one or two of the old timers, basically telling them to pound sand. (So a few of the more enterprising wandered off into the interwebs wilderness, staked out a homestead and put up a little sod hut on the prairie called "HogGas.Net" and invited the family to move in with them. Ninety percent of us did so and it was like we never left home -- except that we are now a closer, tighter knit family and would go to the point of preciously guarding each other's sacred honor. We never looked back!

(You are, by the way, invited over. Just knock politely, wipe your shoes on the mat, doff your cap and greet everyone civilly and politely.)

And, as long as we're at it, you can scratch Mark Levin off the list. In addition to the fact that his shows are nothing but #NeverTtump diatribes, he has turned into a Little Johnny One-Note bloviating gas bag with his incessant hectoring and screaming.

In: the remnants of Fox news who stick up for Trump, either because they like his candidacy, what he advocates, or that they just want to see things done in an honorable, straightforward, and above-board manner. This includes Jeanine Pirro (who makes me fall in love with her ALL OVER each Saturday evening 1800 PDT), Sean Hannity (who makes me recant my pledge to NEVER watch his show ever again after 6 November 2012; I just peek once in a while).

Similarly, there are others, like The tall, skinny blonde broad, Ann Coulter, whom I once loved, then disliked, but have now fallen in love all over again because of her defiant support of Trump because she feels that he is being treated unfairly and that the establishment needs the big unbie turned on themselves for a change.

So-o-o-o-o anyway, I am way off topic here but I wanted to call to everyone's attention two more people who have wandered into my field of fire: The pot-and-pan-bangers from Los Angeles afternoon drive at KFI 640. They mostly run a show where they gin up the ratings by means of outrage and, of course, The Donald's daily drama and the primary and general elections promise them plenty of material.

And, finally, this brings me to my point: this afternoon, they colorfully characterized the dust up between HRC and the Vermont Geriatric as a screaming match in the looney wing of the old folks' home. Which, in my book, is a metaphor that will be hard to wash out of my mind. (A subsequent trip into the house to attend to business had me gazing at Brett Baer and the panel where Byron York made a similar observation, so it must be catching.)

They played clips of these two old geezers screaming at each other over who who was first to back the $15 minimum wage, with the old geezer from Brooklyn by way of Montpelier, said that The decaying Beached Whale (HRC) cut her backing off at $12 whereas he maxed out at the full banana.

Whereupon, John and Ken correctly observed that these two old communists were playing with OUR money. You know, like how the hell is it correct that the government defy the laws of supply and demand with their own intrusive legislation. If someone wants to pay $5 per hour and he doesn't get any good applicants, then he will soon raise his offer until he gets the competent folks he needs.

Anyway, it went on like this to the point of incredulity when Sanders said that we should not be giving felons jail time but rather college educations. You know, commit a murder and get into Cal Berkeley.

Yeah, that stupid; just like two old crazy people in the rest home.

So add John and Ken to my afternoon drive entertainment schedule..

..and, of course, scratch Huge Hewitless off.

*This term was coined by my UCLA Lambda Chi fraternity brother, Danny Wexler. It refers to "The Big Umbrella" being inserted closed into one's rectum and then opened before withdrawing. You know, as in, "How did you do on that chem midterm, Danny?" 

"Oh, man! I took the big umbie!"

Hot Gas and the Coming Revolution

Cross-posted at Hot Gas, this is my comment from the cheap seats; a largely disjointed, stream-of-consciousness rant by an old guy in California:

Kudos to Hot Gas for shoveling this bravo sierra in our direction for our consumption. And I mean this respectfully and reverently. As Michelle Malkin says, sunlight is a very good disinfectant.

We may excoriate one another or be upbraided by the #NeverTrumpers for crap like, "well, you're only now waking up to this?"

Horse shit!

Back in 1776, King George's boys did this to us step by step until we got pissed and started throwing crates of tea into Boston Harbor, stopped buying revenue stamps, and grabbed our muskets and powder and shot and met out on the village common to stare down Red Coats and shed our blood. (I always seem to get in a plug for reloading, don't I?)

Well, this is it, fellow babies. Here comes the Revolution and we can forget labels like "conservative" and "liberal" because left is right, up is down, and I'll bet there's only a dime's worth of difference between us and the Sanders' crowd. (Well, $1.75 at most.) We are both righteously pissed at the folks in power bending us over and putting it to us. (My apologies to the ladies and folks who vapor lock at such imagery, but these are -- once again -- the times that try mens' persons' souls.)

Hot Gas is the messenger and the focal point -- and part of the network of blogs true to the cause -- like the Revolutionary war -- the Committees of correspondence that tie us together and help us keep our guard up.

In the halcyon days when Reagan kicked that grubby, mewling peanut farmer's ass all the way back to Plains, we had a steady diet of alphabet network propaganda and it was only through by sheer dint of our revulsion at Carter's and the Feral Gummint's incompetence that The Gipper was elected.

But now we see these cozy, back-room deals, and cronyism that conspire to keep we proles sedated and on the reservation ~ and it is a repulsive panorama of mind-numbing totalitarian oppression. And this coming revolution will be televised.

So back to the Us versus Bern thing: in these past several months, I am amazed at my personal changes in attitude and my regard for once seemingly steadfast allies in the old "Conservative-versus-Liberal" paradigm. Huge Hewittless (who will live rent-free in my brain for-seemingly-ever), FNC, MK the Beaver, the former "conservative" blogs, Mittens -- even El Rushbo -- are on board the soul train with the DC Beltway cabal. They do not give a fricasseed road apple for we, the mindless mouth-breathers who comprise their former fan base.

The same holds true for the Bern crowd except they shower less than we do and want to do right by the people with OUR money versus Trump who aims do to it TO the government for the benefit the people.

Sorry; sure do sound like a commie. Don't mean it; just overjoyed to see the havoc being wrought. My missionfor the moment is to enjoy watching the heads explode.

Later on perhaps I will get a dress, take up knitting, and become the Madame DeFarge of this revolution?

God bless The United States of America and God bless the Disqus "edit" button!