The Marxist is going to use Lincoln's Bible for the swearing-in. I think that's quite appropriate.
Lincoln fought the second half of the War for Independence, vanquishing the royalist South and enforcing the most basic American precept- that all men (read 'mankind,' for those of you anachronistically challenged) are created equal.
It's only fitting that a grandson of those freed by Lincoln should take an oath on that Bible.
'Course that's where they part company. Lincoln fought to preserve the Union; the Marxist is bent on destroying it.
Monday, January 19, 2009
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
They Might be Midgets
Hilary Clinton as Secretary of State. She brings her wealth of experience having tea with Queen Noor. Putin must be salivating. I wonder if he'll make her cry?
Geithner for Treasury. Doesn't pay his taxes. Or his maid's social security. You try that, see what happens.
Holder for AG. He gets criminals pardoned, for the right price. And sends kids back to Cuba. What a guy.
Browner for energy czar. Member of Socialist Internationale. Of course.
What a group of clowns. What a bunch of lightweights, the Not Ready for Prime Time Players.
I feel so safe.
Geithner for Treasury. Doesn't pay his taxes. Or his maid's social security. You try that, see what happens.
Holder for AG. He gets criminals pardoned, for the right price. And sends kids back to Cuba. What a guy.
Browner for energy czar. Member of Socialist Internationale. Of course.
What a group of clowns. What a bunch of lightweights, the Not Ready for Prime Time Players.
I feel so safe.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Little busy...
refinancing. One advantage of the bailouts, my rates have dropped. One disadvantage, I'm being treated like a criminal. With good reason. I mean, I paid my mortgage on time. That should raise suspicion, especially since I'm trying to lower the very same payments I was making while everyone else was defaulting.
Just downright un-American, that.
Just downright un-American, that.
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Happy days are here again
So the Marxist laid out the big economic plan today. He's going to save us from the worst financial crisis since the country was founded (Bush's fault) by spending all this money on roads and bridges and other stuff. 'Bout time. Those one-lane dirt roads are gettin' wearisome.
Three million new construction jobs. That's good news for all the recently unemployed bankers, investors, insurance and real estate people. Right up their alley.
Going to cost a googlequadrikazillionfiveuniverse dollars, but, don't worry, they'll just get it from the same place they get all that Social Security, Medicare, TARP, auto bailout, Charlie Rangel apartment money from…
Me. And thee.
I can feel my wallet getting thinner already. Guess I can do without driving (ruins Gaia anyway), meat (cruel to the animals), heat (more toxicity for Gaia), and, well, shelter. Having that stuff just makes you want more stuff, anyway. Like clothes.
But, just once or twice, could the government do without? I mean, seriously, NEA?
Three million new construction jobs. That's good news for all the recently unemployed bankers, investors, insurance and real estate people. Right up their alley.
Going to cost a googlequadrikazillionfiveuniverse dollars, but, don't worry, they'll just get it from the same place they get all that Social Security, Medicare, TARP, auto bailout, Charlie Rangel apartment money from…
Me. And thee.
I can feel my wallet getting thinner already. Guess I can do without driving (ruins Gaia anyway), meat (cruel to the animals), heat (more toxicity for Gaia), and, well, shelter. Having that stuff just makes you want more stuff, anyway. Like clothes.
But, just once or twice, could the government do without? I mean, seriously, NEA?
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Letter
Dear Pres-slect Hopeychange,
Well, the big day will soon be here. All your hopes and dreams realized. In just two weeks, you and your court will march under the basketball hoops and you'll be crowned Prom King. You'll dance with your girl and everyone will cheer and there'll be pictures and it'll be magic. Your Dad will finally be proud of you.
But, what about the next day?
See, the problem with designing your entire life on the progressive assumption of more and more powerful posts is the need to do something when you get those posts. Not so hard when you were a community organizer. I mean, show up, scream some slogans against whitey, march with a lot of your thug friends down to a bank and scare them into giving loans. Okay. Not bad. Same with State Senator. Make some glorious speeches about oppression and the underclass, sound ponderous, don't show up for the votes so no one can really peg you, work some real estate deals with Rezko, also not bad.
Prom King, though, different story. People are going to expect, well, that you do something, like-
give them free health care with absolutely no waiting and their very own individual hospital rooms and the best neurosurgeons in the world in attendance; new cars and houses and food; jobs they don't actually have to show up for; a million dollars a day tax free. Oh yeah, and throw all the rich people in jail.
I suspect you're going to have a tough time with that. I suspect you already know and you're going to leave the actual running of things to your Clinton administrators and then throw them, one by one, under your ever-present bus when things screw up. I think you're going to do a lot of hiding.
But it ain't gonna work, because I'm pretty sure we're going to have:
at least four godawful wars
a complete collapse of the economy
a severe uptick in personal violence
and a balkanization of the country
under your watch.
So, enjoy the Prom, King. It may have to serve as your very last good memory for a very long time.
Your friend,
Schlub
Well, the big day will soon be here. All your hopes and dreams realized. In just two weeks, you and your court will march under the basketball hoops and you'll be crowned Prom King. You'll dance with your girl and everyone will cheer and there'll be pictures and it'll be magic. Your Dad will finally be proud of you.
But, what about the next day?
See, the problem with designing your entire life on the progressive assumption of more and more powerful posts is the need to do something when you get those posts. Not so hard when you were a community organizer. I mean, show up, scream some slogans against whitey, march with a lot of your thug friends down to a bank and scare them into giving loans. Okay. Not bad. Same with State Senator. Make some glorious speeches about oppression and the underclass, sound ponderous, don't show up for the votes so no one can really peg you, work some real estate deals with Rezko, also not bad.
Prom King, though, different story. People are going to expect, well, that you do something, like-
give them free health care with absolutely no waiting and their very own individual hospital rooms and the best neurosurgeons in the world in attendance; new cars and houses and food; jobs they don't actually have to show up for; a million dollars a day tax free. Oh yeah, and throw all the rich people in jail.
I suspect you're going to have a tough time with that. I suspect you already know and you're going to leave the actual running of things to your Clinton administrators and then throw them, one by one, under your ever-present bus when things screw up. I think you're going to do a lot of hiding.
But it ain't gonna work, because I'm pretty sure we're going to have:
at least four godawful wars
a complete collapse of the economy
a severe uptick in personal violence
and a balkanization of the country
under your watch.
So, enjoy the Prom, King. It may have to serve as your very last good memory for a very long time.
Your friend,
Schlub
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
We the unqualified...
Leon Panetta for CIA director.
This is a joke, right?
Talk about a guy completely unworthy and unable...
uh...
...well,
should fit right in, then.
This is a joke, right?
Talk about a guy completely unworthy and unable...
uh...
...well,
should fit right in, then.
Monday, January 5, 2009
Merrie olde England
There's some story that Bill Clinton is in contention for Hilary's New York Senate seat.
Well, why not? Since the Senate is turning into the House of Lords, we might as well make the place hereditary.
Well, why not? Since the Senate is turning into the House of Lords, we might as well make the place hereditary.
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