The Only, Important Question

I do not care about Petraeus' talking points, or about Susan Rice's day long lie-fest. I don't care about Susan Rice at all. Her career's over, anyway, because she has proven herself more loyal to Barack Obama than to the country.

There is only one question I've got: Where was Barack Obama while the Embassy was under attack, and was he the person who refused to send help?

I guess that's two questions.

Commander-in-Thief

These reports of voter fraud in Ohio, Pennsylvania, and Florida are making me wonder:

Is Barack Obama the President of the United States? Or did he just engineer a coup?

Profound implications, this. And I'm wondering if anyone is doing anything to resolve the question, because...

If you won the Presidency by fraud, Barack, then you ain't the President. And your administration has no legitimacy. At all. And anything you order is unlawful, and we can, with no qualms, ignore it.

 

That's not good. Not good at all.

Cloward-Piven, in reverse

It's now apparent that Mitt Romney underestimated the number of takers in the United States. It was at least 51%, not 47, of the electorate who "voted for Santa Claus," as Rush Limbaugh so eloquently put it. And if that electorate can reject a decent man like Mitt Romney in favor of an arrogant, vicious, Marxist ideologue like Obama, then there is no hope of conservatives ever winning elections. Ever.

Trying to save the country through the political process will not work. That's because all political parties, including the Republicans, cling to the fatal premise that government is the solution. Sure, the Republicans posit those solutions from the right, but it's a middle right, tinged with red. Neither of the parties believe what you believe, that the individual has primacy, that rights are inherent, and that government is, at best, a necessary evil. But they both fervently believe you will continue to send them money, attend their rallies, and go to the voting booths every Election Day in an (increasingly) futile effort to restore the Constitution.

The Republicans cannot save you. Voting will not save you.

You can only save yourself.

But how? The government is now in control of everything, from your health care to your wages. If you want to live even a shadow of the mythical American Dream, then you must go to work, pay your taxes, save some money, send your kids to college, and hope to God the government leaves you enough of a paycheck that you can do a small percentage of the things you want to do. An increasingly smaller percentage, as Comrade Obama's lumpenproletariat grows in strength and number.

And this is where you've got them.

Most of you are familiar with the Cloward-Piven strategy, that Marxist tactic of overwhelming a system in order to bring it down and force the Marxist revolution. It was actually tried in New York City against the welfare system, and had partial success. There is no reason why we can't use the same tactic.

But not to overwhelm the system. Underwhelm it.

The Marxists now in charge of the government depend on you going to work and buying gas and houses and movie tickets and video games to generate the income, property, sales, and fuel taxes they need to keep playing Santa Claus. They laugh at you as you go to work, raising glasses of champagne to each other as they take your income, lend it to their friends at Solyndra, help that company go bankrupt, and then redistribute the tax money back to themselves through union and political contributions. They keep assuring you the American Dream is alive and, please, Joe the Plumber, keep going out there and killing yourself in the belief that you will one day, become prosperous.  They need your productivity to fund their lifestyles.

So, stop being productive.

Now, not all at once, and not with the idea of putting yourself in straits. You don't have to go that far. You only have to reduce the government's revenue by a percentage of what you are giving them now. Perhaps you can do without that second job, reduce the amount of gas you're using, watch Netflix instead of going to the movies. Yes, a lot of you are doing that now because the government has reduced your prosperity, but you did so out of necessity, not as a strategy. If you look at your economic activity as a blow against the empire instead of a sacrifice, there is no doubt you can see additional ways to choke off government revenue.

For instance, all of you business owners—consider shutting down. Take your savings and live quietly. Don't worry about your employees; Obama has promised them unemployment insurance and health care, so make him deliver. You parents about to send kids to college—don't. The colleges are bastions of Marxist thought, so you will end up paying half your net worth to a scornful institution that will indoctrinate your kids into a system that hates you. Instead, offer to pay for community college, for a certificate that will give them a job skill they can use anywhere, such as welding, Certified Nursing Assistant, carpenter, etc., skills that are always needed. And if they still insist on getting that degree in Political Science from Columbia, then have them apply for government student loans. After all, Obama has promised it to them.

Make Obama keep his promises.

Because Obama's promises, his role as Santa Claus, depends on you doing the right thing, being a stand-up person, a hard worker...in other words, an American. Obama hates Americans. He sneers at you, considers you stupid and a sucker, laughs that you are participating in your own destruction.

It's time to give him a taste of his own medicine.

And, yes, you can say it: Who is John Galt?

America Died Last Night

It may not look it. The corpse seems viable, breathing, still full of life. But, trust me. It's dead.

There are now more people who expect things than there are people who earn things. There are now more covetous people than honorable ones. The Obama voter smirks at the Romney voter and sneers, "Payback! Now you're gonna get yours!"

Actually, they're going to get theirs, when the gas and electricity and food go through the roof, and the jobs and prosperity through the floor. But, then, Obama will blame the oil companies and the electric utilities and George Bush, and Hilary Clinton will win the next eight years, and Governor Cuomo another eight beyond that, with one or two Congressional Republicans from some district in Texas kept around for sport.

The grand experiment is over. We are Lee's Army at Appomattox. We lost. We will not rise again. Conservatism is relegated to the ash heap of history, along with the primacy of the individual, inherent rights, and government as servant. The individual will diminish, rights will be determined on a case-by-case basis, and a political and corporate elite will rule you.  

But that's all right. You'll have American Idol, marijuana, sex with anything you want, and an assigned job and apartment. You'll be happy.

Just not free.

Not optimal

'If four Americans get killed, it’s not optimal.'

No, Barack it isn't. It's especially not "optimal" when, as it now appears, at least one of those four Americans was calling for help over a seven-hour period, which was plenty of time for the aircraft and Marines at Sigonella to reach him. But no help came.

'Well, we weren't confused about the fact that four Americans had been killed, I wasn't confused about the fact that we needed to ramp up diplomatic security around the world right after it happened, I wasn't confused about the fact that we had to investigate exactly what happened so it gets fixed and I wasn't confused about the fact that we were going to hunt down whoever did it and bring them to justice.'

These are the kinds of things the chief of police says at the crime scene. But, if the people in the house kept calling 911 over a 7 hour period, and that same chief of police refused to send a patrol car, then he killed those people, didn't he?

Did you kill those four Americans, Barack?

Because I am betting it was you who told Agent Woods to stand down, told General Ham not to launch aircraft, and convinced Leon Panetta to take the fall. I'm betting you were sitting right there, right there, watching the videos and hearing the calls for help and, like Charlene Lamb, sneering at them, saying, "That's the military's first instinct, isn't it? Blow everything up? Well, we don't do that in my administration. So everybody stand down. We're not going to start a war with Libya."

How far off am I, Barack? I mean, you kill just about everybody with drones because the last thing you want is prisoners who would then have to be housed in Guantanamo, you know, the place you were going to close down? So why not kill the terrorists attacking the Benghazi compound? Oh, no need to answer, we already know—that would make you just like George Bush, wouldn't it? And you won the Nobel Peace Prize. Just for showing up.

"This is a tough time for a lot of people; millions of folks all across the Eastern Seaboard, but America's tougher. And we're tougher because we pull together, we leave nobody behind, we make sure we respond as a nation and remind ourselves that whenever an American is in need, all of stand together to make sure we're providing the help that's necessary."

You do leave people behind, Barack. You leave military people behind. Which is not our tradition, not what Americans do. When an American calls for help, you send everything. An American doesn't leave another American out there.

You are not an American.

You are a traitor.

And a murderer.

 

 

 

[NOTE: Blogger had fits when I tried to link Barack's quotes above, so, if you want to see if they're accurate, you'll have to Google them].

Cossacks

I went to Shakespeare Theater to see a Russian play, The Government Inspector. Now I'm not a big fan of anything Russian, especially their plays, which normally involve big strapping Ukraine boys and girls walking around the stage waving giant red flags and singing songs about Lenin and the undying war against eeevil capitalism. You know, like an Obama cabinet meeting.

But I am a fan of Russian writers, and that Gogol guy was a pal of Dostoevsky and Puskin and some other crazy Russians (a repetition of terms, I know). And since I consider Dostoevsky the leading madman writer of all times, whose prose and thought and sentence structure can just knock you down, beat you senseless, turn you inside out, and then hang you up on a meat hook, then, well, Gogol can't be all that far behind.

Boy, was I wrong.

Five minutes into the first act, I was going, "What the hell is this?" You've got a stage full of people dressed in the most outlandish, over-the-top costumes (including two guys dressed like Tweedledee and Tweedledum, I kid you not) making 1st grade-level jokes and put downs while over-mugging and over-acting. Yikes. I turned to Mrs. Schlub and said, "What do you expect from Cossacks?" and made ready to leave.

Ah, but then there was the second act.

Tom Story as Hlestakov, the title character, with his servant Osip, played by Liam Craig, put on one hilarious attempted suicide scene. "Well, then, I'll give you a painful wound and beat you to death with a rock," is now one of my favorite phrases. So, I stayed, and glad, was I, doing so, because it was a very weird play with very weird phrase turns thereof, and those all, were funny.

Osip was, by far, the best character with the best lines but, sadly, had few appearances. Tom Story more than made up for that, especially during his drunken scene at the mayor's house. The rest of the characters were, well, weird. Just weird.

So, overall a good time, but not for what I expected; more because the play underscored my conviction that we shoulda nuked 'em when we had the chance.