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Saturday, November 29, 2014

Seeking Sanity Saturday


Rage against the playing of the Christmas jingles.
Do not go gentle into that Department Store.
Rage, rage against the buying of the crap.

What's the matter with people? Here's a fun thought experiment. Take a walk through your house. Catalogue in your mind the possessions you see, and try to remember the approximate expense of those items. Keep a running total. Now imagine a lifetime of those purchases from cradle to grave. The average person will spend a thousand dollars this season for a pile of useless crap. When you think about total lifetime non-essential purchases, I'm not talking about food or rent or heat, I'm talking about cassette tapes, compact disks, DVDs, Blue Rays, Amazon, board games, bric-a-brac, and sundries, plastic picture frames, sunglasses, boats, fake ceramic fruit, and on and on. That's a lot of stuff! A great deal of that stuff will be given away at Christmas, and in return you'll be given a like amount of stuff that somebody else picked out for you.

Imagine the sound of a garbage truck dumping its load of broken crap in a landfill. That compacted mass of crap represents every pointless and ultimately worthless item of questionable utility, ornamentation, and entertainment you ever plunked down a paycheck for. So my friends, here's a little Christmas Zen for you: What is the sound of a million dollars worth of junk slowly turning into dust over a thousand years?

I hope you all had the chance to spend time with family and friends on Thursday and were properly thankful for what you have, where you are, and properly realize how truly lucky you are compared to the billions today and in the past who had so much less. If after proper reflection and gratitude you decided to camp out in front of a department store or rampage through a Best Buy or Wal-Mart then I'm sorry for you. You're an idiot and there's no hope for you. I hope your dearly bought possessions bring you joy, even though I know they won't. Maybe you think they were great deals and not dearly bought at all, but you've forgotten to factor in opportunity cost. You got some stuff and lost a little of your own humanity. You could have spent more time with family and friends but instead you went out to do battle in a war for whom the winner received only the chance to purchase more useless crap. Congratulations on your pyrrhic victory.

And dying in your beds, many years from now, would you be willing to trade all that useless stuff and all those wasted hours shopping, between this day and that, for another day, just one more perfect day with your family? In the end, do you suppose you might regret all those wasted dollars and all those wasted hours rummaging feverishly through aisles full of useless crap? Between Black Friday and Cyber Monday we need a day of sanity. A day devoted to cobbling together the shreds of our own self-respect, a day spent wandering through our own homes taking stock of what we have and why we bought it, and finally a day spent scraping up the remaining broken shards of our own sanity.

Philosophers are famous for asking "Why Are We Here?" The day after Black Friday is a good day to ask When is Enough, Enough? How much more crap can you balance on overloaded shelves, stuff into packed closets, and cram into overflowing toy chests?

Now I know what you're thinking. After all this unhealthy railing against commercialism and greed, you're probably expecting me to offer up the typical high-minded holiday reminder about what Christmas is all about. Will it be donate to the needy? Reach out to the neglected? Invite a neighbor for dinner, like the horrible old lady who lets Cujo the Pomeranian crap under your azalea bushes every morning?

Nope. Don't do any of that stuff just because it's Christmas. If philanthropy is your kick, then why not pick some day in the middle of July? Seek out a couple of smelly vagrants and invite them inside for a few hours of central air-conditioning and a sandwich. Or hey, why not be generous in February? There's not much going on for the down-and-out in the month of amore. You could even ask a bum to be your valentine.

My advice this Christmas season is to engage in open rebellion against the status quo. Have fun this Christmas by doing the opposite of the herd. Go get a tan. Have steak and French-fries for Christmas dinner. Most important, turn off the Christmas music. That music—which is only played this time of year—has totally brainwashed you over the years, to the point where you might as well be a zombie with a Macy's Card. It's exactly like Pavlov ringing his bell and you salivating. Snap out of it!

Friday, November 28, 2014

Fisking Darlena Cunha's - In Defense of Rioting

H/T Moonbattery (I'm trying to be nice, well not really, but I'm trying to be non-profane, so even though it would have been fun to intentionally misspell Cunha, I didn't ... Okay, but I did have to mention the possibility.)
Because when you have succeeded, it ceases to be a possibility, in our capitalist society, that anyone else helped you.[1] And if no one helped you succeed, then no one is holding anyone else back from succeeding.[2] Except they did help you, and they are holding people back.[3] So that blaming someone else for your failures in the United States may very well be an astute observation of reality, particularly as it comes to white privilege versus black privilege. And, yes, they are different, and they are tied to race, and that doesn’t make me a racist, it makes me a realist. If anything, I am racist because I am white. Until I have had to walk in a person of color’s skin, I will never understand, I will always take things for granted, and I will be inherently privileged.[4] But by ignoring the very real issues this country still faces in terms of race to promote an as-of-yet imaginary colorblind society, we contribute to the problem at hand, which is centuries of abuses lobbied against other humans on no basis but that of their skin color.[5]
There's more than this paragraph at the link, but I wanted to focus on this because in less than 200 words, it contains the essence of her liberal ideology.

[1] Let's start with the asinine strawman that "when you have succeeded ... [it's not possible] that anyone helped you." She is of course referencing one of the most widely ridiculed and risible of Obama arguments ... ever, aka: "You didn't build that."

We're born as helpless infants. If NOBODY helped us when we were helpless infants we would all have quickly dehydrated and died. Everybody understands that without civilization itself, entrepreneurs could not build successful businesses. Nobody is disputing that. Not even the most hard-core, dyed in the wool, pulled himself up by his bootstraps, came out of a trailer park and became a millionaire, conservative would EVER claim that he'd NEVER been helped! This "You didn't build that" argument dishonestly reworded to [nobody helped you] is the most fatuous flatulent asinine disgusting insulting absurd base moronic buffoonish amateurish cheesy imbecility that ever disgraced a once respected media publication. SHAME ON YOU TIME MAGAZINE!

[2] A two-parter for stupidity. Logically the starting assertion that nobody helped you is false, but even if that were impossibly somehow true, it wouldn't logically follow that [therefore] no one hindered you. This is yet more fatuous strawman posturing by a run-of-the-mill liberal hack rewording tattered and worn liberal talking points and spit-balling [teh stoopid] to see who'll be suckered.

[3] Finally we get to the very gestalt, the crux of Darlena Cunha's insane paranoid moonbat philosophical framework. Her understanding that some evil collective [the 1% perhaps?] herein referenced conspiratorially as "THEY" conspired in some diabolical way to hold people [the 99% perhaps?] back. The apparent basis for her illogical assumption is that "you didn't build that" because you were helped, therefore if you built nothing at all, logically [it is to laugh] it must mean that you were prevented from building that because "THEY" conspired to stop you. You failed geometry because they [Koch brothers perhaps?] rewrote the world's geometry books in Greek? I.E. Graecum est; non legitur. Sure ma! That's the ticket; see, I failed Geometry because it's a bunch of Greek gobbledygook. Hey, Darlena, thanks for the non sequitur!

[4] Paraphrased, Darlena argues that: [In America if you fail it's someone else's fault. This is especially true if you're black because all white people are racist and even when we don't mean to be, we unconsciously conspire to hinder black people and hold them back from success. Even those racist white people who are so racist they actually think they aren't racist, are incapable of disputing this indisputable fact because: being white we have no standing to even argue the point.] So Darlena at last the truth comes out. You admit you're a racist. I would mention that you should be ashamed of yourself, but obviously you already got the memo. Even though you're a racist, I disagree vehemently with the conclusion that all white people are therefore racist. You can feel all guilty and evil if that's what makes you feel ooey-gooey inside, but your guilt stops where your own skin ends, and Earth's atmosphere begins.

[5] Perhaps of the entire self-effacing pathetic screed, this is the most vile and yes, racist. You really are a racist Darlena Cunha. Paraphrased as: [By officially ignoring what race people are, society actually exacerbates racial injustice.] This is straight out of 1984.
War is peace.
Freedom is slavery.
Ignorance is strength.
― George Orwell, 1984
This is what I call the BIG LIE. It's the race card writ large. [Only injustice can correct injustice. Only another equally despicable wrong can right a historical wrong.] What we do, we do, because the ends justify the means. We can't understand the wisdom of this folly because we're standing in the middle of it and therefore can't see the big picture. We're blinded to the forest by all these trees. Hey sure Darlena! I'll just turn off my critical rational judgement and leave everything up to those wiser few in their ivory towers—such as yourself—who actually can see the bigger picture.

On second thought, why don't you climb down off your high horse, Darlena, and open your eyes. I understand that you've spent your entire life absorbing the Big Lie. I understand that you've spent it with your eyes closed and your nose in the air, an insufferable smug supercilious jackass. I understand that your despicably vile and odious systemic racism was fostered and inculcated by parents, teachers, friends, and elders. I understand that you can't help being a deluded and self-defeating racist imbecile, blown helplessly by the winds of fate and helpless in the face of your incalculable white guilt. You poor suffering benighted simpleton. I feel bad for you. Really! What I think you need is a good hard slap right in the face by cold hard reality. Perhaps reality will oblige. God knows you deserve it.

Tuesday, November 25, 2014

A black community self-destructs while the MSM cheers them on.

Lord, how long wilt thou look on? rescue my soul from their destructions, my darling from the lions. I will give thee thanks in the great congregation: I will praise thee among much people. Let not them that are mine enemies wrongfully rejoice over me: neither let them wink with the eye that hate me without a cause. Psalm 35.17
It's difficult not to judge, prejudge, see? It's difficult not to assume: well, they can't help it. It's difficult not to be racist towards black people when they—black people, the mainstream media, Democrats, assorted hate groups like the Black Panthers, and the NAACP, etc—beat you in the head with racism, both literally and figuratively beat you in the head, over and over.

A drum beat that never stops. You can hear it pounding in the night, never ceasing. Hate Hate Hate. It's difficult not to hate them. Reginald Denny's life was, not ruined, but certainly made worse. Rodney King was beaten, viciously beaten. But in retaliation, people, some would say 'thugs', some would use a certain non-pc word, I'll just say certain 'people', picked someone simply because he was white. They brutally beat his brains out on the pavement while a video camera crew taped this barbaric lynching. Lord, how long wilt thou look on?

White's still alive and well, kept fresh and new by an unending drumbeat that to my mind and my memory began with "Roots" and continues to this day... beat beat beat beat a complicit mainstream media that revels, glories, exults in violence blood fire murder and racism. Who's more racist, the guy with the brick or the guy with his brains leaking out of his head? The guy in a helicopter with the camera taping away, or the man who has seemingly forgiven those who destroyed his life?

In a completely unrelated story, a twelve-year-old boy was shot and killed by a policeman. While there is very little information about this incident, and while the name of the police officer has not yet been released, there is one almost certain conclusion that can immediately be drawn. The police officer who killed the 12-year-old black kid, was also black. How do I know? What makes me so certain? Because if the cop had been white, this story—this tragic and wrongful death—would eclipse even the rioting, burning, and looting following the Ferguson decision.

The first three questions the mainstream media asks to decide "newsworthy" stories are 1. What happened? 2. What race is the victim? 3. What race is the perpetrator? If 1. is particularly vicious, 2. is black, and 3. is white. Then that's a 24/7 news item that can be run for months until a final court decision. Otherwise it's mentioned and promptly forgotten.

The soft bigotry of low expectations is the sound I hear on television day after day. Beat Beat Beat. It's too evil not to be deliberate. The burning question that's been on my mind ever since this "War on Whites" was declared by the MSM, is what is their end-game?

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

GrÜbermensch—the perfect boomerang

Gruber is a boat-anchor. Tie this around their necks and throw them over the side. Schadenfreude is delicious isn't it? Gruber's favorite phrase—because he repeats his idée fixe over and over, is that the people are stupid. We're rubes. We don't know any better.

However, when he speaks of the American people, who exactly is it that he's calling stupid? Is it me? I didn't vote for a Democrat. Did you vote for a Democrat? Did you vote for Obama? Who is it that Gruber describes as so clueless? So lacking in economic understanding? Who's moronic enough that they would actually cast their ballot for these knob-headed bumbling morons who would vote for something so economically destructive? Who in fact are the feckless twits who elected this narcissistic communist traitor that signed it?

There was not a single Republican in either the Senate or the House who voted for Obamacare. Not. One! The President Scumbag who signed the most economically destructive travesty of a bill in the history of these United States into law is not a Republican. He's the diametric opposite of a Republican. And we have some bad ones. But NOT. ONE. REPUBLICAN voted for this. So class, who can answer this question: How many Republicans voted for the "Affordable" "Care" act?

You've seen it elsewhere, you'll see it here. Here's hoping it goes GrÜberviral.

There's letters seal'd, and my two schoolfellows,
Whom I will trust as I will adders fang'd—
They bear the mandate, they must sweep my way
And marshal me to knavery. Let it work;
For 'tis the sport to have the enginer
Hoist with his own petard, an't shall go hard
But I will delve one yard below their mines
And blow them at the moon.

Sunday, November 16, 2014

The Nova Option is required at this time

I.E. You bring a knife we bring a gun. You bring a nuke, we bring a nova!

What do we do about Obama? It's great that Republicans now hold congress. It's great that thanks to Jonathan Gruber, the truth about Obamacare is finally being reported and therefore more and more people are slowly awakening from their six-year-long government-begotten stupor. But Obama doesn't care about any of that. Far from being chastened, he's become even more defiant!

So what are our options? There's Impeachment of course, but that would be merely a sideshow, a circus for the masses and much ado about nothing. Obama could be impeached, but he could not be convicted, because conviction requires that two-thirds of the Senate vote to convict. Republicans don't have that kind of majority, and Democrats care more about their careers than they do about justice or the will of the people. So what's left?

There is no constitutional provision nor statute that explicitly permits executive orders. The term "executive power" Article II, Section 1, Clause 1 of the Constitution, refers to the title of President as the executive. He is instructed therein by the declaration "take Care that the Laws be faithfully executed" made in Article II, Section 3, Clause 5, else he faces impeachment. Most executive orders use these Constitutional reasonings as the authorization allowing for their issuance to be justified as part of the President's sworn duties,[2] the intent being to help direct officers of the U.S. Executive carry out their delegated duties as well as the normal operations of the federal government: the consequence of failing to comply possibly being the removal from office.[3]
An executive order of the President must find support in the Constitution, either in a clause granting the President specific power, or by a delegation of power by Congress to the President.[4]
The Office of the Federal Register is responsible for assigning the Executive order a sequential number after receipt of the signed original from the White House and printing the text of the Executive order in the daily Federal Register and Title 3 of the Code of Federal Regulations.[5]
The President of the United States has intransigently—with chin arrogantly thrust into the sky—proclaimed that he will do whatever he wants, the will of the people be damned. He's got two years to finish fundamentally transforming the USA into a 3rd-world dysfunctional dystopia, and he will damn well accomplish that mission no matter what. The recent shenanigans of the Democrats in the Senate provide a blueprint on how to get around stumbling blocks, although to be honest in Obama's case it would be more apropos to say bumbling block.
Senate Democrats took the dramatic step Thursday of eliminating filibusters for most nominations by presidents, a power play they said was necessary to fix a broken system but one that Republicans said will only rupture it further.

Democrats used a rare parliamentary move to change the rules so that federal judicial nominees and executive-office appointments can advance to confirmation votes by a simple majority of senators, rather than the 60-vote supermajority that has been the standard for nearly four decades.

The immediate rationale for the move was to allow the confirmation of three picks by President Obama to the U.S. Court of Appeals for the District of Columbia Circuit — the most recent examples of what Democrats have long considered unreasonably partisan obstruction by Republicans.

In the long term, the rule change represents a substantial power shift in a chamber that for more than two centuries has prided itself on affording more rights to the minority party than any other legislative body in the world. Now, a president whose party holds the majority in the Senate is virtually assured of having his nominees approved, with far less opportunity for political obstruction.
The Democrats in a straight party-line majority vote, changed rules that were in place for half-a-century. Who's to say that so-called Executive Orders even though Presidents have issued them, seemingly from the very beginning, are permissible? America has a system of checks and balances, and it's apparent, incredibly undeniably apparent that the Executive Branch has usurped the power of Congress. He must be stopped and because of the bicameral system in place and the constraints of the Impeachment process, he cannot be stopped by Congress. Therefore the 3rd branch must perform its solemn duty to reign in this naked power grab by an imperious megalomaniacal sociopath with delusions of Godhood.

THERE IS NO CONSTITUTIONAL BASIS FOR EXECUTIVE ORDERS IN THE CONSTITUTION! So the solution is simple. Somehow, the legitimacy of these so-called Presidential Executive Orders must be challenged in the Supreme Court of the United States of America. Take away his pen. He'll still have a phone. I guess he can use it to cry into.