It's Just Stuff

"Zimmerman should never have gotten out of his car."

 

I keep hearing this, day after day, from people outraged by the Zimmerman verdict. If he had just stayed inside his car like the police told him to (yeah, I know, they never did say that. Indeed, they asked him what Trayvon Martin was doing, which Zimmerman could only find out by getting out of his car and following him) and didn't have his gun in hand (yeah, I know, that never happened, either) and wasn't racially profiling Trayvon (seems more like he was criminally profiling, not racially) then Trayvon would be alive today, able to teach his brother how to fight, finally get that Glock he's got his eye on, and help the local economy by smoking even more marijuana.

Not get out of his car? What?

Used to be, your castle, your neighborhood was inviolate, as was your person and the persons around you; criminals were scum, the police served the lawful, the courts threw the book and everybody was an actual individual responsible for their behavior. Then Marx and Heidegger and Sarte and all the rest of them started all that giggly stuff about no truth and no God and no responsibility and it was all fun, you know, we can be hippies and smoke dope and free love and don't judge me, you square, you fascist. From each according to his ability, to each according to his need.

And now.

We are to cower inside some kind of fortified location whenever some misunderstood victim of the white patrimony displays his righteous anger by entering our property and liberating crass commercial products we bought with money illegally obtained by the exploitation of the proletariat. We are to place a call to the designated authorities, who will dispatch a properly trained and licensed official to detain the heroic member of the working classes while we wait and do nothing in the interim because, well, you have insurance, and life is too precious for you or the heroic representative of the oppressed underclass to become injured or gasp! be killed over something as unimportant as your stereo you're still trying to pay off and the diamonds you inherited from a great-grandmother. And if the police are delayed and the guy gets away with everything you own, well. It's just stuff. Get over it.

And should you, through your own inability to understand the subtleties and nuances of the rich cultures that give our country so much flavor and diversity, find yourself being pummeled into Jello by a righteously angry member of one of those said cultures (which have flourished despite your white patrimonic oppression), then you must gauge at what point the beating has changed from nothing more than a cultural expression ("whoop-ass") to an actual life-threatening event. But because your white racist thinking makes you incapable of judging that on your own, just endure it. You can later sue the poor misunderstood heroic member of the underclass, or your widow can.

Just stay in your car. Oppressor.

 

Here to help yeeeew

You are, according to the average government hireling, too stupid to take care of yourself. You cannot choose your health care properly, you do not know how to handle weapons, you cannot eat or drink the right foods, you do not know how to raise your children. They do. They have acquired this ability through either (a) assuming a government position or (b) graduating from certain schools. They can now choose your health care for you, take care of your security, select your diet, monitor your children's activities.

"This is the way," they assure you.This is the best of all solutions. You will be safe, prosperous, actualized, happy, under the benevolent and all-seeing care of Your Government.

And yet:

a. A woman calls 911 while she is being attacked, and is put on hold.

b. Immigration agents cannot access a database telling them the terrorist they're about to let in to the country has an expired visa.

c. The government gives your money to someone making cigarette- sensitive underwear.

"Isolated incidents," they snort. No, they're not. They're standard. And all their promises of ferreting out fraud and incompetence and it's really, really going to work this time! doesn't cut it.

What they are proving is what the Founders knew: government is incompetent. Always was. Always will be.

Right, Ambassador Stevens?

Starring Cheech and Chong

Today's AP (the All Propaganda news service) headline: "Police: Suspects Planned NYC Attack." (http://news.yahoo.com/police-boston-suspects-planned-attack-york-182015679.html. My local paper's version was a bit different. Sue me). Seems the Chechen brothers were bent on mayhem and murder again, this time along the Great White Way! Oh no!

But, then you read this:  "...in what they portrayed as a chilling, spur-of-the-moment scheme that fell apart when the brothers realized the car they had hijacked was low on gas."

In other words, this "plan" had all the highlights of stoners piling into a 1973 Pinto at two o'clock in the morning in an effort to score some pizza. Hijinks ensue. As if you needed any more evidence of the hubristic, self-absorbed my-life-is-a-movie character of these two idiots, it was both of them thinking that they, in a stolen vehicle, with their faces plastered all over the world, could actually pull something spur-of-the-moment like this off.

But according to Mayor McSoda of New York City: "We don't know if we would have been able to stop the terrorists had they arrived here from Boston," the mayor said. "We're just thankful that we didn't have to find out that answer."

What?

You mean, the overwhelming resources of the best anti-terror unit in the country, the NYPD, along with the sophisticated technologies, theories, and capabilities of the entire Federal Counterterrorist apparatus, all mobilized since the Marathon bombings, wasn't sure it could handle a couple of half wits?

Oh. Good. God.

And these very same people want to take care of your health, your education, your retirement, your job. They assure us, with magical words written on parchment so therefore it must be true and real, that we do not need our guns, our own doctors, nor to concern ourselves with what is taught in our classrooms or amass savings to stave off destitution because they, with degrees from Harvard, have developed a superior ability to handle every aspect of you peasants' lives.

But, yet, two morons with homemade hand grenades baffle them.

Okay. Thanks, anyway. But I think I'll take care of all this stuff myself.

Whose Fault Was It?

If you listen to Diane Feinstein and the rest of the insane left, Newtown happened because of guns. Adam Lanza brushed against one of his mother's [legal] weapons and was immediately possessed by the eeeevil Spirit of Gun-ness. Or, more on this side of sanity, if Mom didn't have all those eeevil guns, he'd only have killed 10 or 15 with an Evil Butcher Knife. So, it's the guns' fault.

No, it isn't. It's Barack Obama's fault. And Democrats. And all the rest of the Marxists.

What? What??? How is this Barry's fault?? He HATES guns! At least, in your hands.

Simple. Ideas have consequences.

Barry was  Chairman of the Chicago Annanberg Challenge, a "school reform" entity created by Bill Ayers with money from the Annanberg Foundation. The Annanberg Challenge was one more in a series of devastating body blows to the US public education system, like the self-esteem movement, the War on Boys, and the whole "learning disorders" craze. By the time the Marxist-in-Chief and his bomb-throwing pal Ayers had hijacked the Chicago schools, education was already reeling against the ropes. They kneed it in the groin, finishing it off.

And the result is a whole generation of boys, especially white middle-class boys, repeatedly hammered, each and every day, about how much of a threat and insult their manly instincts are to the real power in the world—girls. Playing cowboys and Indians at recess is proof of their innate racist and violent tendencies, making fart noises during Reading is evidence of severe educational deficiencies requiring large doses of cocaine in the form of Adderol, gayness is all the rage, manliness all the wrong, and girls really just don't need them. All the men on TV are befuddled arrested adolescents who only survive by the patient and condescending brilliance of their too-smart wives; football is brutish (oh my, you might get hurt!); weeping is good; a boy's very presence on the college campus prevents women from graduating and getting better jobs. His very presence in the workplace means the woman working next to him is automatically underpaid. His very existence is the source of all oppression.

Sullen, repressed, unhappy, guilty boys, frustrated, blamed for everything.

And you wonder why they massacre.

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.

Bumps in the Road

I don't know where to start on the murder of Ambassador Stevens in Benghazi and the subsequent cover-up. It's like watching the earthquake and tsunami in Japan. You just watch. You don't really say anything, just watch. The relative silence has probably convinced Baracula and the rest of his minions that all of us are seeing it that same way he is: oh well, things happen, just another bump in the road, sorry about that but, hey, Stevie knew the risks going in.

No.

Here's some things need addressing:

a. It's pretty clear that Ops Centers back in DC knew, early on, that a major attack was being mounted in Benghazi. Not only did they hear from the guys inside the compound, but they, apparently had a drone circling the area for the entire six to eight hours watching the whole thing. I don't know which Ops Center—DIA's, CIA's, FBI's, whichever—contacted the White House first, but, at some point, someone told Baracula. His reaction?

He went to bed.

No ordering of troops, no calling out of aircraft, not even a destroyer racing to the coast. I immediately flash back to that fatal moment during the Normandy invasion when von Rundstet was frantically calling Berlin to get the Panzers released to him. Sorry, Runny, Hitler can't be disturbed— he's sleeping. I know these two situations are not analogous, but the attitude is: whether Obama went off for some shuteye because that campaign stop in Vegas tomorrow morning is more important, or the bunch of lickspittles he's surrounded himself with think Him So Holy that His Sleep is Precious, I don't know, but, the point is, Baracula thought his eight hours rest warranted more attention than the murder of an ambassador.

After all, you gotta break a few eggs to make an omelet.

b. It is, also, very clear that US security teams were screaming for more help weeks before, at least screaming that the in-place security team remain in-place. Charlene Lamb said no. Now, I haven't actually read this anywhere, but the implications floating around are that Lamb believed the Libyan government (try saying that with a straight face) was sufficiently viable to provide the necessary protections; a gesture of faith, so to speak, in the Arab spring. But, IMHO, that's not why she refused:

She has nothing but utter contempt for security people. Even more for ex-military security people.

See, in Charlene Lamb's world, violence results from the mere existence of military and police forces. Because everyone in the military is a Neanderthal stroking his rifle in masturbatory glee, wars start. Evil and cruelty and murder and children crying is the result, so all you thugs out there just shut up and stop asking for more troops and money. You all got us into the Libya mess in the first place, in some non-specific and confusing manner, so we're going to show you how love and trust and holding hands and dancing around the Maypole will bring laughter and love and tears of joy. No security for you. The peace-loving free peoples of Libya will hug you and keep you warm.

This is what happens when the high school student council runs a country.

So, Barack, Mr. Bump in the Road, Mr. I Gotta Get Elected and a dead damn ambassador is just sooooo inconvenient, you should resign. Re. Sign. Or be impeached, you child, you baby, you incompetent, you fool, you traitor. That's right. Traitor. You, too, Hillary.

And, as for you, Charlene Lamb? Prison. In Libya.

 

Left our doors unlocked, too

We could count the number of mass murderers between 1950 and 1975 on one hand. Charles Whitman, Richard Speck, Charles Starkweather, Charles Manson (hmm, maybe Moms should stop naming their kids 'Charles'), episodic monster so rare we knew their names. They became boogeymen.

Since then, we've lost count. Harris and Klebold, Tim McVeigh, Cho, Defeo, Hasan, Colin Ferguson, many we don't even remember...and now this clown, Holmes. They're not even boogeymen anymore, just dangers we've come to accept.

What happened to us?

Oh, the influence of video games and movies, drugs, paint chips, global warming, whatever. But, really, it's just one thing: we no longer value the individual.  

Back when Schlub was a bald-faced boy, guns were like shirts—everybody had at least one, maybe even a dozen. There were so many guns lying around my house I had to move them to get to the silverware. At twelve years old, I thought nothing of grabbing a rifle and going outside to hunt snakes. My parents thought nothing of it, either. Neither did the neighbors. It never occurred to me to take those guns to school and settle scores. It didn't occur to anyone. You took care of bullies yourself, either fight them off or run away. You let your ex-girlfriend go. You quit a job when the boss mistreated you.

You didn't kill them all, and any unfortunate bystanders.

We did not shoot up our schools and neighborhoods because we believed that everyone, even the bully, was entitled to live. Sure, they made us mad and afraid, but that was a test of character, not an excuse for wholesale slaughter. We didn't worry about someone kicking in the classroom door and spraying lead indiscriminately. No one would do that; it was just completely out of our character. The boogeyman were rare, like clear air lightening, and the State made sure they got an appointment with Ol' Sparky. We didn't worry about those guys.

Now...

Everyone is the center of the universe, everyone is a winner, movies are all about you, and killing lots of people is an afterthought. There is no God, no truth, no soul, and society and Republicans are the reason you don't have anything. Madison Avenue hypnotizes, parents nag, the principal is a jerk, and the neighborhood kids are mean.

Everything is somebody else's fault. Everything.

You're owed, that's what your teachers said so, poor, benighted and abused victim of corporate greed, load up your rifles and kill kill kill all the oppressors and their babies as they watch a movie that's really all about you.

Brought to you by public education, victim mentality, and the Democrat party.

Math

Price of 1 month’s worth of birth control pills at the Target located closest to Sandra Fluke’s school: $9.00. Amount- 30 pills.

Price of 1 morning-after pill at the same location: $49.00

Price of 3-pack condoms at the same location: $6.14.

Okay, we’re first solving for X, which is the number of times Sandra Fluke (uh, er, or one of her “friends”) had sex in three years.

Let’s see, a month’s worth of pills doesn’t really help because you can boff forty-five times a day on one pill, so we’ll just go for a ratio of 1 using that. You don’t take the Plan B every day, or, wow, you really shouldn’t, so let’s say 5 times a month to cover emergencies. So let’s figure a 30-day month, and we are:

[(30 + 5 + 3(30) [using three condoms a day]) * 12 months] * 3 years = 4500 times over a three year period.

Which gives us a per-day rate of : 4500/ 3*365 = 4.1 times per day.

Yowzah.

Now, just for the sake of argument, let’s say all this boffing occurred just on weekends. Usually most law students attend through the summer, so we’re going to make it a 365-day year.

Solving for x, the number of weekend days in a year: 365/2 *7 = 104. (By the way, Schlub was a bit stymied figuring this out so went here. The internet is a wonderful thing.)

Soooo, 4500/104*3= 14.4 times each weekend.

Again, yowzah.

And how much did all of this boffing actually cost the sweet young things? Let’s see, 12(9) + (5 (49) *12) + (6.14 *30 * 12) * 3 = (108 + 2940 + 2210) *3 = $15,774 over a three year period.

Obviously, Sandra greatly underestimated the cost of boffing in Georgetown.

And, Mr. Montaldi, you were right: algebra is fun.

Tora! Tora! Tora!

Date that will live in infamy just passed, and Schlubster did his usual watching of Tora!Tora!Tora!. I watch The Longest Day (or, more recently, Saving Private Ryan) on 6 June, and listen to Springsteen’s The Rising on Sep 11 (which, IMHO, captures the tragedy and loss of that day better than the 9/11 movies and documentaries). But this year I inadvertently caught a portion of FDR’s “Day of Infamy” speech playing on the radio and was struck by this phrase:

“No matter how long it may take us to overcome this premeditated invasion, the American people in their righteous might will win through to absolute victory.” http://www.americanrhetoric.com/speeches/fdrpearlharbor.htm

Righteous might. Absolute victory. Wow.

I can’t think of any one sentence, or phrases, that more starkly contrasts the America of a mere 40 years ago, and the present one. Back that mere 40, in the 1960’s when Schlubster was a bald-faced boy, you put your hand on an American, anywhere, under any circumstances, and you got slapped down. Missiles in Cuba? No friggin’ way, Jose. That was a time period when the good, old fashioned punch-in-the-nose was the main method of dealing with obnoxious twits, not law suits and charges of simple assault. Obnoxious twit countries knew that America would give them the international equivalent of said punch should they undertake any other kind of Pearl Harbor type action, and would keep punching until their Emperor was brought on deck of an American destroyer and made to sign surrender documents while their cities glowed.

We don’t seem to have that attitude anymore.

But Schlub! We got that bin Ladin guy and reduced a stone-age country to pre-stone age and Saddam got a necktie party!

Yeah, and Iran’s about to get a nuke, we sold out Egypt to the radical Islamists, we admonish Israel for defending themselves against Hizbollah, we excuse shariah law creeping in everywhere and we are still subject to jihadist attacks against our cities and people.

Doesn’t sound like absolute victory to me.