Gamey Change

I'm depressed. My daughter mailed me her copy of 'Game Change' so that her political junkie father could read it. 'Game Change' is an account of the inside machinations of the various players in the 2008 election. It was written by Mark Halperin, the former director of ABC News who was so helpful to BJ Clinton during the impeachment, and another liberal journalist. Whatever you think of their point of view you have to admire how these guys dug up the dirt. Of course, as Rush Limbaugh noted, it might have been a bit more useful if these guys had dug up some of this dirt before the election but that was impossible; anything that jeopardized victory for the cause was unthinkable. Another reason to not dig too deep into the Clintons before they had been brought down to earth was the prospect that they would be back in office with a giant sheet-list, ready to direct the IRS to revenge every tiny insult from the out years.

Thats the most satisfying and at the same time most disturbing thing in the book; the downfall of the Clints and especially BJ. That a person with a total contempt for the truth was elected and then re-elected as President of the United States has been an issue for all of us Right-wing fringe nutballs since 1992. How could our fellow Americans be so ignorant and dense as to find some redeeming features in this narcissistic reprobate and his squawking power-mad crow of a spouse? The picture of them that emerges from this book will add to the shock of even the most dedicated Clinton-haters. The Smartest Woman In The Universe and Our First Black President are surrounded by an entire Democratic Party hierarchy who hated their guts and did everything in its power to block Hilly's candidacy, including begging Obama to run against her and then backing him to the hilt. As the Clints realized the level of betrayal by slimy nematodes like Harry Reid, John Kerry, George Soros, Chuck Schumer and a raft of more anonymous but important party insiders their rage and bitterness drove them (especially BJ) totally insane, especially after Fat Teddy plunged his dagger between Hilly's shoulder blades.

That the media, who had spiked rape stories and covered up bribes from a hostile foreign government or two for the Clints in the past, would all of a sudden start treating them so badly you would almost think they were Republicans, was a dagger in the hearts of America's Power Couple. Of course they werent being given the full-on Bush-Rove treatment; little faux pas like Hilly's two million dollar campaign contribution from the Chicoms bundled through Chinese street vendors and small businessmen in NYC or the whole Norman Hsu-Chicom bribe were passed over by 'Game Change'. The problems with BJ's donor list werent addressed or some of the more questionable aspects of the Clinton Global Cashgrab Initiative but I guess a book can only have so many pages, after all. But what was getting out during the primaries was enough to spark rage and fury in the hearts of Billy and Hilly as they watched Clinton 3 slide down the tubes. Bill ended up doing a tour of Dairy Queens just off the two-lane blacktop in forgotten rural backwaters to keep him from doing any more damage with his out-of-control big mouth.

The sage and calm Obama strides purposefully through the narrative like Kim Jong Il, sometimes chagrined by the scuffle and pressing to reign in a misguided follower or two but always on the right side of history, as Marxist hagiographers would say. The fad-like Obamamania is unmentioned or mischaracterized, as in the case of Barry's disastrous visit to Israel and his embarrassing flop of a speech in Berlin, the former ignored and the later mentioned in one sentence which describes it as a triumph. The swooners and fainters and indeed the whole clownish emotiveness of Obamamania are unmentioned. No policy opinions of any sort are ascribed to any of the people in this book.

Which brings us to the most disturbing part of this book for those of us who think of ourselves as Republicans. This book explains, in a way, how John McLame became the candidate of a party he had absolute contempt for. At one point it quotes McLame as exclaiming, "Who would want to be the leader of a party made up of people like that?" (I'm paraphrasing from memory). Well, Johnny Boy, we felt the same way about you. McLame was genuinely shocked that the media, which had supported the weakest possible opposition to the Democrats (him), pushed his drive to the nomination, and then turned on him after he had it clinched, just as 'rightwing gasbags' (the author's language) like Rush Limbaugh had predicted would happen a year previously. Rush's contribution to Hilly's victories in Ohio and Texas by imploring his listeners to switch parties and vote for her in the primaries to cause trouble for the Dems was of course unmentioned.

The picture of McLame goes beyond ideology. The image that emerges is one of an unstable egomaniac without strong convictions about anything except his right to the Oval Office. He screams, he curses, he fulminates, he flies off on wild fantasy trips that he is sure will win him the White House. He bullies Bush and Obama into a meeting in the White House during the financial crisis and arrives completely unprepared, leaving Boehner to take the heat from Obama, Pelosi, Frank,and Reid as a bemused Bush sat back and watched the carnival.

The behavior of the RINOs, whom the liberal authors coddle as the real non-yahoo Republicans, is sickening. The pygmy stature of the other Republicans in the race for the nomination is stark. After reading this book my always negative picture of Mutt Romney was hardened into real dislike. Giuliani comes off as a pathetic poser, unwilling to engage. The conniving Lindsey Graham and the odious, ferret-like Charlie Crist act as one would expect. In the end McLame got the nomination because the liberal policies of George W Bush had marginalized the core of the Republican Party and because Bush sat still in the White House for eight years while his sworn enemies were screaming lies about him and us and howled for the end of the Republicans in general and him in particular. He sat there while Chuck Schumer and Colin Powell framed one of Cheney's innocent operatives in a kangaroo court where the defense was enjoined from mentioning anything about policy or politics and where the prosecution , faced with a total lack of evidence and knowing the name of the true 'culprit' in this non-crime spoke of nothing but policy and politics. W is disgraced forever for not standing up in front of the cameras the next day after the 'trial' and awarding a full pardon to Scooter Libby and then denouncing the liars Powell and Schumer and the disgraceful prosecutor Fitzgerald for their perfidy. But I digress.

In the end, after reading this book I am ashamed to say that I voted for McLame. He didnt deserve and wasnt fit to be president. As bad as Obama is at least his disastrous liberal policies have to be labeled just that. McLame's liberalism would have been blamed on us conservatives just like Bush's was. RINOs and Blue Dog Democrats are worse than honest liberals, who at least stand up for their beliefs. Nothing admirable or human emerges from this harsh picture of McLame. I felt more sympathy for Hillary Clinton's loss than I did for McLame.

Now for the toughest part of the book, the part about Sarah Palin. She was taken from her family and her recently born son with no preparation and dropped into the shark pit without a swimming lesson. She had a bit of a nervous breakdown after she made the acceptance speech that annointed her as the only person on the political scene that any conservative could support and the entire media tidal wave hit her full force. The McLamiacs treated her with contempt and disdain, as though she was a mere prop that had to be managed 100% of the time. She was isolated and under pressure. But with that said there were still things that could only shock someone who hopes that she will emerge as a party leader. At one point Katie Couric asks her whether she disagreed with other Supreme Court decisions besides Roe v Wade. Now come on. In my day any thirteen year old would have said Dred Scott or Plessy vs Ferguson. Anyone who reads a newspaper daily could surely have blurted out Kelo vs New London. She froze. The governor of a state, a person who makes her living in politics and government, couldnt answer a question like that! I'm in the cartoon industry and Palin's inability to answer Couric's question when she was running for a political office would be like me asking my collegues, "Who's Bugs Bunny?" Maybe it was stagefright, the bugs bunny in the headlights, but it doesnt come off well, to say the least.

In the end a shocking thing about this book is how little there is from any of these dopes about any kind of policy. Maybe thats what its all about, The Game, and that annoying policy nonsense is just a sideshow to highlight these paragons. Every one of these people who would lead us comes across, without exception, as a self-centered, narrow, conniving egomaniac, unfit for any high office. They all, with the notable exception of Palin, have never done anything in their lives except strive for power and that struggle has left them with shallow, empty souls and narrow, crabbed outlooks. After you read this book your hope for any kind of reform coming from the political class will have to wilt and die. We are in a period similar to France right before the Revolution. As Louis XIV or George W Bush 43 must have said, "Apres moi, le deluge!"

Whaleburgerz!

Santa Monica used to be a slum. In the 60's all those beach towns were definitely low-rent and run down. Not any more. Santa Monica has become Yuppie Central, like a vast colony of prairie dogs, except instead of those cute little yellow-ochre rodents Santa Monica is a giant warren of granola-eating New Age loonies addicted to destructive behaviors that cause societal erosion...like voting for Henry Waxman. A run-down shack in this little enclave tucked in between LA and the beach sells for over a mil and severe rent control has made apartments only available to those who can afford to pay the landlord huge 'key fees' to move in. A walk down the Third Street Mall will find you confronted by petition circulators who are trying to put measures on the ballot that would turn the State of California into an even more bleak economic desert than the left-wing loonies in the legislature have so far been able to accomplish.

What is dearer to the hearts of these paisley-clad Puritans in their pursuit of a Clean Green Planet than forcing all of us to eat a diet completely devoid of any kind of flavor or juice? Its amazing that they havent outdone that whacky little screwball who claims to be mayor of New York City by banning salt, transfat, meat produced from unhappy animals, or any food containing any kind of preservatives. In fact these pinched-mouthed fanatics hardly ever agree on what constitutes non-sinful eating but they tend to agree on one food as being completely politically correct...sushi.

Yes, you heard me, sushi. A piece of raw fish laid across a seaweed-wrapped, circular disk of usually white rice (brown in the case of the truly hard-core). Of course Sashimi, Nigiri, Maki rolls, all are OK for good-thinking Santa Monicans as long as their wallets hold up to the stiff costs of these little niblets of raw fish and sculptured veggies. The vibes in the numerous sushi establishments that are far more numerous than gas stations in that Progressive burg are SO highly evolved you can almost sense Gaia looking down with a smile lighting up her Earth Mother visage.

But of course no one is perfect. Many of the sushi chefs hail from formerly unknown Japanese cities with names like Zacatecas and Guadelajara. All of the serving staff speak a patois of Japanese known to its speakers as Espanol. The upscale owners of these bistros have been known to chastise mistakes in service with rhino-hide swagger sticks purchased from the British Empire going-out-of-business sale. These minor sins can be overlooked by an accepting population who recognizes that movement in a Green Direction is progress.

Then it happened. It was on 4th Street, right in the belly of the Green Beast, that some sharp eye noticed a popular upscale sushi bar was selling whale sushi. Little strips of whale laid lovingly across the little muffins of seaweed-wrapped rice. Oh they had some euphemistic name for it but it was whale. A mob formed and the owner of the joint barely escaped painful bloody murder at the hands of an angry crowd of people who only eat organic eggs from cage-free chickens. Its lucky that there was a medical marijuana dispensary and a sexual appliance store on either side of the sushi bar or the outraged hippies would have torched the scene of the crime.

Now there are neighborhoods in my beloved Los Angeles where people happily wear jumpsuits lined with fur from snow leopards and carry dolphin-skin handbags encrusted with rhinestones. My neighborhood as a matter of fact. We have a word for people like that...Iranians. You can see them speeding down the left-hand turn lane in the center of Ventura Boulevard in their badly-tuned Hummers laying down a carpet of black diesel smoke and screaming in Farsi on their cell phones. They probably eat whale shwarma all the time. My fellow Republicans, as they have developed a healthy resentment to being fleeced by high taxes and watching Barak Obama and Hillary Clinton suck up to the evil regime in Iran.

But over the hill they dont have any truck with cetacean murder. They deny themselves that last order of Unagi so they can kick in to reelect Hog-Nosed Hank and Babs Boxer without realizing that their favorite food is about to be denied to them by the same regime they elected so lovingly sixteen months ago. How could this be? Sushi is to the Obama Administration what pizza was to the Clinton Administration, its outrageous to think that the sushi-eaters who monopolize the upper reaches of our government would do anything to outlaw their favorite food.

Outlaw? No, but have these thoughtful Greenies considered what imposing a Value Added Tax might do to the price of their fishy treats? In the UK they imposed a VAT in the bleak, dark, socialistic seventies. What happened? Prices exploded overnight. A VAT is imposed at every level so the costs of rice and fish are taxed and then the cost of sushi is taxed when you buy it at the sushi bar. The cost of parking your car is taxed. Chopsticks, ginger and wasabi? Ditto. In the UK the business owners decided that everyone was expecting a price hike so they added a great big one to the VAT, figuring it could just be blamed on the government. Those eight-dollar spicy tuna rolls might double in price. The gas to drive your car to Santa Monica will double and triple as the idiotic foriegn policy climbdown turns the Middle East over to the nuked-up Iranians.

Inflation. It will crash into the beachside cafe culture of upscale places like Santa Monica like a tsunami. As the sushi-addicts are cold-turkeyed from their favorite food you'll see them wading into the sewage-polluted surf with meat-cleavers attacking the dolphins and sea lions with a hungry gleam in their eyes. Crowds of sushi-deprived Green Activists will greedily devour the fresh carcasses on the beach wrapping bloody scraps of cetacean flesh in the slimy seaweed that washes up with every wave. The Obama Depression has so far been fairly selective. The upscale have managed to avoid its most onerous effects but the day they impose a VAT that will be a thing of the past. This mega-inflationary tax is a wealth destroyer and a poverty creator.

Are the whales safe then? After all, its hard to swim far enough out to clip one of them with your meat-cleaver and you wont be able to afford gas or tie-up fees for a boat. Hmmm. Maybe they're safe, maybe not. The power vacuum created by the economic suicide of America will cause the rise of a new Superpower in the Pacific. China. Not a society known for their stewardship of the environment. Whale eaters. Drag net users. Dolphin killers. No environmental conscience at all.

The Obama policies could easily lead to the extinction of every form of marine life outside of those Chinese chemical and fish-feces polluted fish farms that are so notorious for contamination that Green markets like Trader Joes were forced to relabel their tilapia fillets as Chilean. It was easy to make a sticker that covered the 'na' at the end of the phrase Made In China with an 'le', creating a much more safe and salable product.

Not that you'll be able to afford tilapia fillets at $750 a box. Even the rice will be unavailable as the Green Nutballs cut off the water to every rice paddy in California in the name of the Delta Smelt, the only fish that has a chance of survival in the next few years. Every Obama policy is dedicated to make you live poorer than the poor in the poorest countries. You'll be cashing your unemployment check so you can use the worthless currency to light a fire to keep warm.
Hope And Change.

White Aint Right

Boy do I feel guilty! That really smart guy Frank Rich says that the only reason to oppose Obama is that you hate Black People. Gosh, you know, this guy writes for the New York Times so he's a smart as a whip, right? Jesse Jackson agrees with him so like, it's Settled Science.

Hey, wait a minute! I dislike Jimmy 'The Jerk' Carter, BJ Clinton, Nutsy Pelosi, and Chuckie 'Schmucky' Schumer every bit as much as I do Barak Obama...does that mean I hate White People? Come to think of it, I do hate those pink-skinned, freckled, yellow-haired freaks. I even hate Frank Rich for saying that I hate poor, innocent black people who by and large weren't allowed to vote for most of the time a bunch of honky jerks were constructing this ungainly social welfare state that is about to drown this haplessly stupid nation in a sea of roaring red ink and loudly shouted 'GIMMIE's. Yeah, OK, Black People jumped on the Big Government bandwagon pretty enthusiastically in the sixties but by and large the idiots who have invented the misguided social theories that have gotten us into this mess are the faculties of the 'top' universities, overwhelmingly white, the members of federal and state legislatures, again largely a bunch of fat, pink faces and the giant, sprawling state, federal and local bureaucracies and their rapacious unions...a mixed group, but still majority white. The reasoning and decisions issuing from these groups of people could be used to advocate a theory that white people are not only much dumber than black people, they are the stupidest group of people ever to exist on the planet. In a century they have piloted themselves from total dominance over 100% of the planet to a cowering, guilt-riddled, childless, shrinking, geriatric group of obese spoiled brats sniveling for the next handout from the state while they suffer daily insults and new imposts from the more robust savages who surround them.

But the geniuses at ABC News know how to direct my anti-social anger in the right direction. They led the news last night with a giant story about angry, well-armed, right-wing, CHRISTIAN TERRORISTS! It showed those Fat, White bustards shooting their automatic weapons into the shrubbery while a voice-over reminded us, by using the word Christian always to modify the word terrorist, that these unhinged white people were typical of the deranged Jesus-loving scum who oppose ObamaCare. It explained their crack-brained paranoid ideology in as much detail as ABC News ever explains anything. Man, I really hated White People after watching this and I'm glad that, unlike the Christmas Panty Bomber, the Feds were proactive in this case, nabbing these CHRISTIAN TERRORISTS before they actually did anything. Thank Go...I mean Allah Be Praised! Whew! That was close. You know that Jesus guy was white. That's right. The 'C' word was infused through the story. The word they were afraid to use in this story was 'eight', you know, the number between seven and nine. Why was this word muttered sotto voce so inaudibly? Well, it turns out that this seeming horde of WHITE CHRISTIAN FUNDAMENTALISTIC TERRORISTS possessed a badly-matched assortment of legal weapons, a lunatic philosophy, hard-drives stuffed with plans and schemes and a total of eight members; four of them a husband a wife and two sons.

The story which followed was reported from a different perspective. Two suicide bombers set themselves off in the Moscow Metro, built by Stalin using tens of thousands of slaves, many of whom were done to death during the construction, during rush hour, killing several dozen and wounding many more. ABC filled our ears with the moans of the injured and trembling eyewitness accounts in broken English. But whereas the first story that evening had focused intently on the CHRISTIAN TERRORISTS and their irrational religious ideology this story didnt spend much time talking about the 'militants from a Caucasus separatist group'. Again they were forced to soften and slur a word and say it very rapidly. Islamic. The 'I' word. No talk of the loony philosophy behind these 'activists'. No speculation as to the number of 'militants' in this group of 'Caucasian seperatist protesters', presumably more than eight. No disheartening reportage on the violent threats issuing from the spokesmen of a government that has always shown itself eager to retaliate against its perceived enemies. No mention that this seemingly isolated act is a result of a long process starting with Stalin's fury at the Caucasian Moslem's support for the invading Wehrmacht during the summer offensive in 1942. Stalin ordered all Caucasian Moslems arrested and transported to camps in wastelands in Khazahstan or Siberia. From ninety-nine year olds to babes in arms. Communist Party members and war heros. All of them. This is a war between people who hate each other's guts but ABC decided that wasnt as important as the CHRISTIAN TERRORISM in the previous story.

But, come to think of it the CTs were white and the 'thoughtful activists' were suitably anti-Western so maybe ABC News has joined me, and I hope all of you, as we stand together against those horrible, awful white people and their crackpot Christian ideology. In fact I'm getting a petition together to ask Congress to punish those palefaces for their lack of enthusiasm for ObamaCare. We're not gonna let you and your unpigmented mugs participate in ObamaCare! We're not gonna even let you help pay for it, so keep your filthy white lucre and go invest it or whatever you honkies do with your money and leave us, your victims for centuries, to the streamlined procedures and incredible low costs of ObamaCare. Take that CheeseBoy!

All of us, actual non-white people and people like myself who are white but hate themselves passionately for the crimes of our forebears, we're gonna ship all you 'American' guys back to Europe and give this torn and bleeding country back to the soulful Native Americans who know how to live without a carbon footprint so that we can raise carbon taxes and save the planet from burning up like a giant cholesterol-saturated Frito. Remember to fear the loony Christian Terrorists and their crackpot ideology.

Catch 23

During the orgy of sentimentality and nauseating phony emotions following the Tragic Death of Buckingham Barbie (Princess Di) the Mercedes Benz motorcar company felt obliged to explain why the Magic Chariot didnt prevent this vacuous, completely unaccomplished but very photogenic person's death. "Every technique of modern engineering has been employed to make our cars as safe as it is possible to be but no engineering can overcome the laws of physics," was the response but the proles were inconsolable and not likely to be molified by ugly Barbiephobic statements like this.

We might want to consider that statement in another context as our current crop of social engineers apply their modern techniques to our helpless nation. As with the lovely Windsorian Cinderella our speeding national agenda is in the hands of a group of people drunk with power and trying to stay one length ahead of the pursuing hounds who are baying the truth about the impending doom of every single thing that these morons have considered true for the last seventy years. They feel that they are safe and that the only thing this well-engineered society needs is ever more intricate engineering.

They have conveniently replaced the Constitution with Catch 22. Catch-22 is easier to learn than the Constitution. It goes like this: 'We can do anything you cant stop us from doing'. Ya got that? Power is everything, the end justifies the means. The entire social structure born from the lies and illegal actions of FDR, with his quasi-fascist NRA, expanded through a long line of presidents, Republican and Democrat, and fattened by a long line of Congresses, Republican and Democrat and realized in the form of a bureaucracy that increasingly invades more and more of what used to be considered private conduct, is headed for the concrete pillar of reality.

The word 'unsustainable' is used more and more to describe the current fiscal situation. This is after the top-drawer geniuses in every country spent several trillion dollars pursuing Keynesian stimulus policies without a single voice seriously questioning whether the world could borrow its way to prosperity. The madcap borrowing and crashing demographics are already starting a domino collapse of geriatric Europe. Instead of the Cradle to Grave social welfare systems so lovingly described for decades by our native lefties we see No Cradle to Grave societies. Because confiscatory taxes and a stagnant, spiritually empty conformity cause the totally self-centered members of these nations to forgo procreation as too expensive and too much trouble (No Cradles) most countries in Western Europe are looking at the total extinction of their native populations in another two generations. No Cradles lead one's society to the Grave.

But Catch 22 is still driving policy. The deluded Democrats have become as heedless of their own political survival as they have been to our national survival. They are trying to override the Constitution in the name of Catch 22 by nationalizing one sixth of the national economy, a sector already reeling from excessive government intervention. That they think they can do this very unpopular act by a parliamentary trick that does an end-run around the clear language of the Constitution makes you ask whether they have completely lost their grip on reality.

People are freaked out. They've had more than a year of this and they are getting madder. Now the Administration, the one which supposedly was 'focused like a laser-beam' on unemployment has extended unemployment benefits and announced that this fake 10%, real 20% unemployment rate is acceptable and likely to be permanent. You got that, you Hope and Change voters? Permanent. You people in your 50s who have been cut loose from shrinking industries, TOUGH! Stop sniveling about your unimportant 'careers', take your permanently extended unemployment and shut up. Kids emerging from the university with a worthless degree and six-figure debt, why not start your life's journey off by sitting in your parent's spare room dodging calls from student loan bill collectors?

All this to support the public employee unions and their avatars in the Democratic Party. They're all doing great, riding the speeding luxury vehicle they have so superbly engineered. No problems across the wide Potomac in deep Obamaland. There are ever more subsidies, handouts, phony make-work jobs to friends and glowing press releases. The people who are doing this are graduates of the top schools but they dont understand what it is that causes wealth to exist and that one of its main components is morality.

Huh? What? Morality has a bad name these days. That's what nosy, holier-than-thou people invoke to stick their schnozolas into other people's business. Annoying and really what does morality have to do with wealth? Who are you to say that I'm a bad person anyway? Its just my private life, for Pete's Sake!

Morality is the laws of physics. Wealthy societies are built and maintained by people who are moral. Wealth is created by you and I working together confident that we can trust each other's good intentions. Morality is having good intentions. When I am pursuing my passion and working towards the future I understand that if people motivated and competent cant take me at my word they will not work with me. I am obliged to respect their needs and feelings if I am to earn their respect. The competent people all know each other. A skillful boss allows these people to do their jobs with as little interference as possible. They wont slack off, they wont steal. Companies that encourage the slackers and the loafers at the expense of the worker bees will soon go into the red.

Which brings us to our current crop of geniuses, whether corporate or governmental. They reward incompetence. They encourage, in the name of fairness, a feeling of entitlement that makes any other motivation self-defeating. They evade legality and they lie about it in terms of glowing selflessness. Now they are flouting the Law Of Unsustainability formulated by Herb Stein (father of Ben and chief economist under Nixon) which goes like this: 'Things that are unsustainable will not be sustained.' They are living this lie and are so deluded they dont really even know that there are consequences for lying. Morality. Lying isnt just BAD its NOT SMART behavior. When you lie you start to believe that reality is maleable, that your lie is the truth. After a while you dont even think that there is an objective truth. You become a fool. We are led by dishonest fools. Fools who think their lies justify them enslaving everyone else to their admittedly well-engineered social agenda, which coincidently is very much in their own personal interests.

Some would call this self-serving sophistry a veneer of lies to hide a massive theft. Lies which have deluded the rubes into voting their oppressors into office to save the drowning polar bears and the shrinking rain forest. They think they can just preform an unconstitutional slight-of-hand trick and magically add government health care to the Unsustainable Structure and everything will just chug along nicely. Dominos are crashing all around; Greece, Spain, Italy, Portugal, Ireland, California, New York, Illinois, thousands of municipal governments, crowds of teachers are being laid off, the gravity of Unsustainability is exacting its merciless pull on the debt-ridden, ossified social structures. Only the presence of a few undamaged states like Texas and the printing of trillions of Obama Bucks is keeping the nation's head slightly above water. But adding Health Care for everyone wont tip us into national bankruptcy...its the Right Thing To Do!

And what a nation it is, too! A society of people who expect that it is their right to receive more benefits from society than they put in. A country densely populated by people who dont believe in the Law of Unsustainability because they worship the False Idol of Entitlement. They believe in their hearts that the trough will always be full. Now that Idol is telling them that adding tens of millions of new recipients to the already bankrupt Medicare-Medicaid rolls and turning the privately-run medical insurance industry over to the tender mercies of the federal bureaucracy is going to save hundreds of billions of dollars.

But they dont believe it any more. The truth is too stark for anyone who hasnt had their brains warped in a Major University to ignore. The dishonesty and incompetence of the Democrats is too blatant. Even the totally negative, self-centered, immoral worry that one's entitled benefits wont get paid has shocked millions of people into consciousness. The continuing collapse cant be ignored outside of government and the top reaches of the corporate world. The lies and the fake social concern will not head off the approaching crash. The Unsustainable will not be sustained. I aint lyin'.

The Freako Geeko

OK, whats the biggest waste of money, besides taxes? Not my mortgage. Yes, I could buy a seven bedroom mansion on five acres in most other places for what I pay for this drafty shack with a slab foundation thats crumbling like a saltine cracker but I kinda like the old dump. Food? No way, I'm a savage eater. Gasoline for my fifteen year old 200k+ mileage car? Uh-uh. The biggest waste of money, besides taxes is, of course, insurance.

Now its not as bad as it used to be. The day after my then 16 year old son got his license and I saw the car that I love redlining away from my house in a squeal of spinning tires and a cloud of acrid rubber smoke driven by a person who had had their license for one hour we received a friendly letter from the insurance company informing us that they had moved the decimal point of our car insurance bill one place to the right. You could hardly blame them. Being in the car with the kid at the wheel meant either the flesh on your face was pulled back like an astronaut doing G-force training in a centrifuge or that the only thing preventing you from hitting the dash or being propelled though the windshield was the seat belt, which would catch and partially strangle you as the irresistible force of negative gravity pulled you forward. Somehow the kid never got a ticket or had an accident.

Three children just about drained a lifetime of income from my pockets, especially after our little ballerina was let loose on the highways to play bumper-cars with my VW Cabrio. She piloted that hunk of German engineering like an Me 262. Talk about Farfegnugen. She would roar down Montana Avenue in Santa Monica with the top down and a screaming gang of her fellow ballerinas heading for Starbucks, cheating arrest, death and disaster on every block.

But they've all grown and pay their own insurance now. Our empty-nest old-fokes bill is back to being a minor annoyance, one of life's little financial hemorrhoids. Sometimes annoying but never really that painful. But even if its not such a big worry insurance is hard to forget. Turn on your TV, you cant avoid it.

There's the ditzy dark-haired, apple-cheeked hussy with the tight white outfit and the bright-red lipstick, looking like a vampire who just bit somebody, waving her 'price gun' at all the sundry morons who, for some reason, are wandering through the totally white insurance store. That company is called Progressive. Sorry baby, you're kinda hot but there's something about that name that just doesnt work for me.

Then there's the one where the guy who used to play the President on 24 tells you how safe you'll be in the good hands of Allstate. All-State. First we have Progressive now we have All State, as if there's not enough State in our lives these days. Sorry former TV President, no sale.

But one of the most obnoxious ones doesnt just have one theme that they push. You know who I'm talking about. They have a Cockney-accented lizard, a guy with a Rod Serling voice making really bad jokes, talking potholes and that absolutely bizarre series of ads about a cave-man offended because they say its so easy a caveman could do it. These ads are so ubiquitous you'd almost think these guys were running an Indian casino or a public employee union or something. Their rates must be astronomical for them to be able to buy all this expensive air time. They're like the girl you went out with once and didnt get along with but who kept phoning every fifteen minutes. Desperate.

But I guess if you really want to talk about insurance and desperate in the same sentence you'd have to talk about that tall skinny guy who currently plays the role of President on TV. Boy is he on TV. Even the Indian Casinos and the Fraternal Order Of Police cant outdo this dude when it comes to airtime. He wants everybody to have his insurance and he doesnt mind telling you what he thinks about those other insurance companies, either. They're killing people, letting them writhe in pain and all kinds of stuff like that. Him and his friends got up one day for a six-hour marathon and I'll tell you, by the time it was over the whole front of my Grateful Dead t-shirt was wet with tears.

They told a story about a poor old lady who had to use her dead sister's false teeth every time she tucked into a meal because of those danged insurance companies. It reminded me of WC Fields who had a toothless dwarf valet named Shorty. Fields bought a set of dentures which he let Shorty use until he got mad at him. Then he would confiscate Shorty's choppers and drag him to an expensive restaurant and order them both Porterhouse steaks. I'm surprised that the Demos didnt use this story because unlike the old lady using her dead sister's teeth and Tom Harkin's campaign manager's brother's medical problems the story about Fields and Shorty is actually true. I'm glad they didnt use the Fields story. I was already worried that all my salty tears were going to make the ink on Jerry Garcia's face run onto Bob Weir's guitar and thinking about poor Shorty gumming that unforgiving beef while WC chortled and tossed back another straight gin would have made me cry so hard even Bill Kreutzman, whose face was right near my armpit, would have been in danger of getting drowned.

But what makes me cry even more is the thought that we have a President who is more stupid and obnoxious than a green computer-animated lizard. Yes, the Geico Gecko might crap up the space between sequences of 'Project Runway' and stick his limey nose into exciting episodes of 'Battleplan' or 'Locked Up Abroad' but President Barry has something that separates him from all those other pitchmen. The IRS.

You can decide not to go with the Cockney lizard or to throw away your life savings at the San Miguel Indian Casino but there is no escape from Obamacare. The steely talons of the State will reach into your pockets and bankrupt your employer, they will force you and your children to buy an expensive insurance policy for all the DINKS and gay boys who didnt feel like having any children and lived high on the hog while you were stripped of every penny by the little tykes who appeared in your life. You'll be dunned to give Cadillac care to one tenth of the population of Mexico who currently reside in our beloved country. In fact, in a cost cutting measure, the Obamunists are considering opening free medical care offices inside Mexico itself. Rents are much cheaper and as we all know, the more people we add to the free medical care rolls the lower the cost goes.

Thats the quality of thinking that comes from our Presidential Reptile and his snake-like buddies. And compared to that other cold-blooded, tiny-brained saurian this President is all over the tube pushing an inferior insurance that practically everyone has rejected but which it seems we will be purchasing whether we like it or not. Yes, I know, we have a 2 trillion dollar deficit and revenues are starting to tank but puh-leez, that leak is in a different part of the boat. Our President Gekko is on the tube surrounded by extras in white lab coats so often that you expect a grim voiceover after every appearance to warn you of the potential side-effects of Obamacare.

"May cause lingering poverty, long wait times for urgently needed care, retiring physicians, forced participation in abortions and economic collapse. In the event of a life-threating condition try to consult one of the few remaining doctors. Use with extreme caution."

So, with the Floppy-Eared Lizard's schtick becoming more tired than that stupid 'Waltons saying goodnight' joke, more obnoxious than the offended cave-man, more egregious than the wiggling bint with the Progressive price-gun and with his poll numbers tanking faster than the numbers on the screen in the Walmart ads and with every independent in the country aligning with the Tea Partiers in boiling rage against the Stalinist commies who are trying to nationalize one sixth of our economy using a parliamentary trick and then charge us to subsidize every worthless layabout and scofflaw foreigner in the nation you'd think that there would be some voice of sanity in the Demo Party, some tiny voice that screams about political survival in a 17% unemployment environment.

It just goes to show that no amount of TV will sell a product known to be inferior. They've been flogging the Health Care mule mercilessly for a year and a half and he still wont get over the ridge. The bungling, confused pace of this outrageous piece of legislation has highlighted what species of incompetent, arrogant, self-serving totalitarian reptiles comprise the left-wing Demo Party and now the top leadership of our nation. It would serve us well to remember the extinction of the dinosaurs, a variety of cold-blooded but not very bright critters who ignored reality and wandered into the swamp, never to be seen again. One look at our Saurus Presidentialis and his pathetic performance will tell you that our impending national extinction isnt a theory, its settled science.

We Won

Billy Graham used to tell the story of an old widow who lived in a shack on a hillside. Across the valley was a mountain blocking her view down to the flatlands. She hated that mountain. One day the local preacher came to visit and the widow told him how much she hated that mountain. He told her that faith moves mountains and that if she believed with all her heart that the Lord could move that mountain then that mountain would be gone the next day. After he left the widow emptied her heart of all doubt and got down on her knees and asked God to move that mountain, secure in the faith that in the morning the mountain would be gone. At sunrise the widow's eyes popped open, she sat up in bed and looked out the window. The mountain was still there.
"I knew it!" she sneered.

A year ago we saw the same ugly mountain but this was a mountain of lies, a mountain of tyranny, a mountain of fear for our future and our freedom. The Democrats were in charge. The irrational lies and fulsome idiocies of the eight-year propaganda campaign to smear the hapless Bush, a liberal RINO standard bearer who caused us much more grief than inspiration, were now being voiced as official policy. The gormless nonentity who had gladhanded himself into the White House was being spoken of in the Official Media in terms that would make Kim Jong Il blush. Elementary school children were learning jingles of the 'I Love Chairman Mao More Than My Mother' ilk to praise the Mighty Barak. The market was in a free fall and the Congress was voting themselves and the other dependents of the welfare state a trillion-dollar goodie bag. ACORN had just stolen a Senate seat in Minnesota while that state's slack-jawed RINO governor just sat there and let the electoral cheaters inflict a nauseating creature known as Al Franken on the nation. The real lefties were talking about arresting members of the former administration and shuttering Talk Radio. We looked at a legislative agenda that stood fair to destroy every claim that America had to being considered a free country with a free economy. I saw the reality of the 1970's UK in that legislative agenda and I can tell you that the despair that I saw all around me felt exactly the same as it did then. The Big Lie stalked the land. We were at rock bottom.

I went to the local Tea Party on April 15th, 2009. A stern group. Grim-faced. We had faith, we had hope, but we were a tiny group in a left wing city in a left wing state whose main newspaper was reporting the death of conservatism in every edition. A few TV trucks showed up and did a few pans but no interviews or a stand-up by a reporter. The in-studio newsreader later read a two-sentence explanation as they showed the camera slowing panning across the crowd. If anything it showed how isolated and hopeless the opposition was. The lonely tribe of crackpots. My wife was too embarrassed to tell her friends I had done something so insane and pathetic as attend a Tea Party.

But then things started to happen. The mountain began to move. The Glorious One's resonant voice became flat and divorced from reality. People noticed the teleprompter and Obama's apparent inability to speak without it. Reid and Pelosi's egregious lies, conniving underhanded secrecy, sneering arrogance and arrant stupidity, lovingly transmitted by the clueless media who believed every word of this elitist codswallop, began to be noticed by regular people. The Dems jammed a Stimulus Bill through and then started bragging about how many jobs they saved! The people who were screaming bloody murder at W's 4.5% unemployment rate were bragging with pride at their 10% unemployment rate...a rate that any fool can see is completely bogus; the real rate is much higher. The Flop-Eared Clown flew to Copenhagen in a blizzard of ClimateGate e-mails, landing in a real blizzard of ice-age proportions and had to barge in uninvited for an audience with Chinese Premier Wen Jibao who was leading the drive to cripple western economies with carbon taxes so that China and India could pollute in peace.

Over it all we had The Health Care Crisis! Thousands were going to die unless we nationalized health care immediately. Republicans werent allowed to participate in writing these monstrous health-care bills. In fact no one was allowed to even read these bills. The Dems voted in lock-step for a huge change in our lives and our health without anyone, including most of them, being able to even read it. Did they think that no one noticed? The budget numbers were blatantly dishonest. The 'benefits' start in 2013 but the taxes and penalties start as soon as the bill is passed. The cost savings were predicated on huge cuts to Medicare. As the flaws of this legislation leaked out and people got madder and madder the geniuses Harry Reid and Barak Obama began buying votes in the Senate with giant givaways. The unions were screaming about the tax on their benefits so they amended that too. The whole process was an example of brazen political incompetence and cost the Dems the support of every independent in the country.

Meanwhile the Dems lost the Governor's race in Virginia. OK, thats a purple state so, like, so what? They also lost the state house in New Jersey. That was more serious. Corzine was one of the boys in an indigo blue state and Chris Christie was no Christie Todd Whitman. He would be welcome at any Tea Party in the country. But Nutsy Pelosi was able to stretch her botoxed mug into what some experts would characterize as a 'smile' and announced, "We won!" because they managed to hold a congressional seat in New York with 45% of the vote.
A million people turned out for a march on Washington. Maybe we didnt get to see it on TV but the people who live and work in Washington could compare the size of it to other marches and they became scared. The pathetic little groups had grown and come together. The Agenda stalled. What was going on? The wave of anger was evident as the phones rang off the hooks in Congressional offices.

People are desperate. People are scared. People are mad. They're really mad. I was in the violent rump of the anti-war movement in the sixties and the hate of the people for the Establishment burns hotter today than it did then. Who are the Establishment now? Ivy-League, overeducated, elitist bureaucrats, thats who. Liberals to a man or woman. Their complete lack of common sense is at last obvious to anyone who has ever worked in the non-government part of the economy. Their greed for ever increasing taxes is ravenous. People who have lost their jobs in their fifties, when getting another job is turning one's back on a career that one built with pride over a lifetime and embarking on a humiliating journey back to the lowest rungs on the economic ladder are looking at their neighbor, who worked for the government and retired with 90% of his salary at the age of 50, with rage. That fat, happy neighbor is part of The Establishment. So is the banker collecting a multi-million dollar bonus fattened by zero interest rate Fed loans and bailout money. Were the hell is that Green Job anyway? Why doesnt my college grad kid, $100,000 in student loan debt, have one?

Then came Scott Brown. The voters of Massachusetts abandoned their Democratic overlords of almost a century and voted for a Neanderthal who ran loudly and specifically against the leftist agenda. The Tea Party lead the fight to beat Martha Coakley in the most left-wing state in the union. The Big Lie is dead. No one believes the lie that there are 'moderate' Democrats who are slightly less left-wing then the rest of them. The ability of liberals to protect themselves by becoming Republicans is also dead. Ask Charlie Crist, Kaye Bailey Hutchinson or John McCain if you dont believe me.

The mountain has moved. It was faith and commitment to telling the truth that did it. The Democrat lie has melted in the flames of reality. They are as pathetic in power as they were mighty in opposition. It is because the things that they believe with all their heart are wrong. Raising taxes will not fix an economy, they will cripple it. Truckling to hostile dictators and insulting one's friends is not an effective foreign policy. Global Warming is not only not settled science but every single assertion made in Algore's Oscar-winning movie can be proven to be wrong just five years later. The myth spun by the libs in the schools and in the media is now seen as the song of poverty and oppression. People have awakened in a way that wouldnt have seemed possible.

Instead of a black night of tyranny we are looking at a new dawn for our nation. A dawn in which the cancer of bureaucracy is brought to heel and cut down to the bone. A dawn in which the public employee unions have to address their unreasonable pension plans. A dawn where an incompetent teacher can be fired. A dawn where someone can start a new business and not be crippled with taxes and regulations. A dawn where someone can invest their hard-earned money and not have the government confiscate his profits or dividends. A dawn of lower subsidies and transfer payments. The journey that began with Woodrow Wilson and FDR has now reached its burnout point. The parasite is killing the host with spreading unemployment and soon rising inflation. The electorate's eyes are open. The Obama-Reid-Pelosi agenda lays in smoking ruins. The mountain no longer blocks the view and now, to paraphrase one of the lib's most revered icons, we can look down into the promised land where all the people who work hard and build and invest can join hands and turn to the double dippers, the incompetent cronies, the union-protected losers, featherbedders, lifers and useless bureaucrats and their tax collecting thugs and sing the song of the old Negro spiritual, "free at last, free at last, thank God Almighty I'm free at last!"

Democrats Applaud Lustily

I used to think BJ Clinton was the worst president in American history because of his open criminality and blatant dishonesty. Last night, listening to Our Barry spin his web of mendacities and crowing his shocking economic ignorance I realized that BJ was a walk in the park compared to what we have inflicted upon ourselves in a new century. After all, when BJ said the era of big government was over, that he never even met the Chicom arms dealers who spent so much time in the White House and that he had never slept with Monica or Jennifer or Paula or Jaunita we all knew he was lying and he knew we knew, he was just daring us to do something about it. He clobbered everyone who tried. Put some ice on that Newt! But BJ was on one level a lovable rogue. You could catch the gleam in his eye as he evaded another inconvenient question or launched an air strike against some hapless savages to blow the latest scandal below the fold that day.

With BJ you knew he was lying but with The Friend of the ACORNs you sometimes wonder whether he actually believes the hogwash he spouts. He can control the economy and the weather? Thats nice. It turns out that all of us Teabaggers are so blinded by ideology and hatred that we have missed this roaring economy, so much better than the one in the Horrible Bush Years when unemployment was 4%. But we all know that. The feeble 'freeze' that he has proposed after last year's huge increase in discretionary spending is about as likely to be enacted by Nutsy Pelosi and the shopaholics in Congress as Barry is likely to nominate Mark Levin for the next open Supreme Court seat. Hey, and those clowns on the Court better wise up too, Barry's not amused! You can take that First Amendment stuff a little too far.

I did feel bad about ignoring all that overwhelming science about Global Warming, oops I mean Climate Change. The overwhelming science that predicted that the Arctic ice cap will have melted by now and that the glaciers would be gone from the slopes of the Himalayas. The rising seas which arent rising...but when they do...! Well we still need Cap and Trade to tax that bad old carbon because, even if the Deniers might have a point, the tax has its heart in the right place and is much needed.

But policy isnt the main point of this little blurb. I'm in the entertainment industry and so I watch these things with a Deaverish eye. How did the speech work on TV? It was awful. A disaster. Applause lines that were so lamely delivered that no one applauded. A ham-handed and very inaccurate attack on the Supreme Court. Two thirds into it he started with a whole new way of telling us simpletons how mad he was. I thought at that point that the teleprompter guy had gotten the pages mixed up. I used to marvel at how many speechmakers looked down at their cue cards while they were on TV. Obama is worse; he looks from prompter screen to prompter screen, right to left, always a three quarter shot, never into the camera. You wouldnt have ever caught Reagan ( an excellent speaker, one of the best) doing something like that, or even BJ Clinton (who I never thought was a very good speaker).

When Harry Reid was happily chortling about a black guy who had dumped the 'Negro Dialect' he never would have thought that the day would come when we'd all be yearning for a little more 'Negro' and a little less Princeton from President Mush Mouth. Once I went to see Nelson Mandela at the LA Colosseum. The warm-up speakers were Maxine Waters and Jesse Jackson. That's Negro Dialect I can enjoy. They had 80,000 people on their feet jumping up and down, myself included. We laughed, we cried, we yelled along. Mandela was better than both of them, of course, but that was because of what he was saying, not how he delivered it. You could have heard a pin drop.

Not so with Barry. No style and no substance. This was a lecture, not a call to the barricades. A part-time professor at a junior college who arrived late and found someone had parked in his space. This is the tired and desperate con-man trying to sell us clueless Eskimos another refrigerator. The Dems cant be happy about this. Old Dawg liberals like Barbara Boxer and Russ Feingold are watching their 'safe' seats turn into very iffy propositions. They know what the screamin' millions think about our 'expanding economy' and they're scared about November. If they think this is an Obama problem then they are as delusional as he is. The big disadvantage they have is the liberal media whose uncritical optimism gives them the impression that the current revolution is just the usual fringe crackpots. A photo in Time or Newsweek of the nutball who showed up at the Tea Party with an 'Obama is Hitler' sign keeps them from having to show the thousand people with signs about taxes or the constitution.

But its not just the Right. Its regular people who dont care that much about politics. There isnt anything that has appalled non-Right Wingers more than the way they treated that creep Abdulmuttallib, the Islamic Panty Bomber. He was going to murder three hundred people plus however many were on the ground when the plane hit. He knows the names of others who want to do the same thing and he knows who is running the operation and where they live. Those are things we dont know because that dope was read his Miranda Rights and given a taxpayer funded lawyer. They should have been pouring chili powder on his burns until he gave every word up and then they should have taken him in a helicopter up to 10,000 feet and tossed him out. Live on TV, Al Jeezera included. As soon as he hit the ground the cruise missiles should start raining down on Yemen with as much consideration shown for innocent civilians as was shown on that airplane Christmas Day.

The smarmy lies of Gibbs and Obama about this and the Ft. Hood massacre reflect on all these libs. Every eye can see what a bunch of traitors they are. Our enemies are murdering our brothers and sisters. Anyone who ever flies on an airplane has a little more fear in their brains as we board because we know not only are there crazy fanatical whackos trying to murder us but the incompetent buffoons who are supposed to be stopping them are so PC they cant even mention whats going on. There is no reset button for that, is there? There is, its called an election.

What this speech showed was a Democratic Party up on their feet applauding the ongoing disaster. They are exposed in front of the nation as bald-faced naked liars who have no intention of modifying their destructive, greedy behavior. This is Bush's fault, is it? What have you clowns done about it? People elected them because they bought the eight years of fervent anti-Bush propaganda. Things were supposed to get better and they most certainly have not. They've gotten progressively worse. The unheard-of trillion-dollar deficits and the Fed printing money by the trainload are causing a stampede to gold and offshore investments and panicking people about the future. You dont need an Ivy League degree to understand a two trillion dollar deficit. A Democratic deficit. No fiery rhetoric or soothing promises can lie that away.

Maybe the Dems will attempt to throw Obama under the bus. They did it with Carter. It wont do them any good. People hate Nutsy Pelosi and Harry 'Uriah Heep' Reid as much as they hate Obama. The libs are leaderless and paralyzed by the realization that their fondest dreams being unveiled has touched off a wave of rage and hatred unparalleled in American politics. The round of primaries this spring will bring them opponents who are riding a surge and the Dems will have to face this assault with an increasingly unpopular President Obama weighing them down. If the unemployment rate isnt significantly lower by November than there are NO safe Democratic seats.

Barbara Boxer Smell The Coffee!

What a wonderful morning! The Lion Of Chappaquiddick is finally buried with a silver stake through his left ventricle. The hapless Martha Coakley not only managed to get skunked in the bluest state in the nation but she managed to drive two of the most loathesome commies in the country, Barak Obama and BJ Clinton, off the bridge with her. Yes, Barry stood on her face to escape as the electoral car sank in the icy water and BJ is nowhere to be found, they'll probably turn up this morning in the hotel lobby with some story prefabricated by their attorneys while their aides spirit Coakley's political corpse off to avoid an autopsy.

Remember that wonderful Tuesday when the Dem's ultimate Goldman Sachs insider John Corzine lost the indigo blue state of New Joisey? They mentioned it on Wednesday but by Thursday all signs of Corzine had completely disappeared from the media. I forget which celebrity scandal the media used to turn Corzine into an unperson but you can bet that somewhere Paris Hilton or J-Lo or someone of that ilk is doing something MUCH more important than the Stalingrad of the Obamunist agenda that occurred in the Bay State last night.

The dollar is surging as the international financial community sniffs the blood from the wounded ObamaBeasts and imagines a capitalist revival in the USA. The White House is metaphorically resembling the Presidential Palace in Port Au Prince as Barry and the Gang are buried under the stimulus rubble. If this was BJ there would be a course correction but there is no Dick Morris in the ranks of the Obamunists. They are completely delusional. Are they delusional enough to try to pass the Senate Bill unaltered in the House? Are they crazy enough to attempt to buy their way out of this economic mess by voting themselves another giant chunk of 'stimulus'? These glassy-eyed fanatics are crazy enough to do this and more. Unlike the sleazy and dishonest Clinton the Obamunists believe their own bull-crap. They think they can spend and borrow their way into prosperity by humping chimeras like 'Green Jobs'. Have you ever met anyone with a 'Green Job'?

Which brings me to my own blighted state of Gollyvornia. To the deliciously arrogant little dwarf known affectionately as Comrade Boxer. Call me Senator, Mofo! My district only votes for ugly dwarves; my House member is a gnarled, sawed-off little troll named Whack-man and Boxer is just as vertically challenged. How many of these Stalinist clowns could you fit in a Volkswagen? We'll never know because they demand to be toted around in giant taxpayer-funded limousines. But there is no joy in the back seat of the stretch as Babs senses her political doom in the ongoing wreck of Obamunism. All the radical dreams that they thought they had foisted on a stupid electorate by mouthing the lies that they were fiscally conservative and that the Republicans wanted to sew women's vaginas shut like a bunch of Somali camel-herders are headed for the trash-can of history.

We're coming to get you Babs! Your days are numbered! The angry mob is in the street. You've contemptuously called us Tea Baggers, referring to a vile practice common in the gay community which supports you so enthusiastically, but now, to continue your vulgar metaphor our jaws are going to tighten and the tender flesh will rip. Your ACORNy days are numbered you Soviet cow! Your lie is over, your reign totters, Frodo has thrown the ring into the molten lava of our anger and the towers of radicalism are crumbling. The Public Employee Unions can spend a billion dollars of their members pension money on lying TV commercials featuring weeping nurses, stolid firemen, pleading policemen and solemn doctors but it will not help you one single bit. We're sitting in the ruins of our formerly great state fuming and looking for a target for our rage and you'll do nicely.

So I'm waiting for that morning in November, when the Tea Party, that started with such an air of bravery in the face of what looked like an unbeatable monolith, that ragged band of people standing in that plaza in Van Nuys being sneered at by the burly cops sent to make sure that none of us flipped out from despair and ran into the traffic on Van Nuys Boulevard, the day that that Tea Party dances to victory and our nation is saved from the likes of you and your seedy, lying left-wing cronies.

99 Cents Worth

The 99 Cent Store in my neighborhood is over on Ventura Boulevard in a shopping mall once full of bustling stores but which now contains only a hairdresser, the 99 Cent Store and a medical marijuana dispensary going by the thought-provoking name 'Private Organic Therapy'. The rest of the storefronts are empty with badly-hung 'For Lease' signs in their dark plate-glass windows, just like most of the stores across the street. Today was one of those amazing LA days that happen after a rainstorm; brilliant sunshine, temperatures in the upper sixties with a dry desert breeze that bends the tall palm trees towards Mecca and turns the air into a clear, beautiful liquid. I had been so sick yesterday from a bout of the flu that I had to phone the studio to send a runner over to pick up the work I had just done but after being locked in the house for a week I just couldnt stand it another minute...I had to go somewhere.

Is it a sign that the economy is crashing that the parking lot in front of the 99 Cent Store contained a full quota of Beemers, Mercedes and other luxury cars parked amongst the old beaters? Nah, it was the same way in The Evil Bush Years; rich people are cheap. You dont get rich by spending money on yourself, after all. You need the Beemer to impress, the company pays for it anyway, but when it comes out of your own pocket that's a different story. A Cup Of Noodles will keep you alive as well as the gourmet chow at Spagos and there's no dress code.

Especially now. I've noticed that the left-wing articles on Real Clear Politics are universal in their description of our current economic evils as all arising from the Bush Tax Cuts. I guess things will pick up when they expire. Today Comrade O is warring against the banks who have treacherously turned from crumbling institutions we need to help and support to greedy profiteers in just a couple of months. The Obama-supporting idiots on CNBC were purple with rage this morning at the thought of a NEW bank tax added onto the Evil Bush Tax Cuts expiring and the health care tax and the cap and trade tax and the value added tax...no wonder the banking system collapsed with morons like that in charge of it. What did they expect when they voted for Chuck Schumer and Barak Obama?

Now with all these swell new taxes fixing the economy you'd think I'd be pretty darned happy. After all I'm only working half the time anyway, the other half I collect unemployment so I figure I'm getting back at least as much as I put in no matter how high the tax rates go. What can those bozos do to me? I grabbed my little plastic basket and wandered into the 99 Cent Store with a smile on my face. Even in a joint like that I dont have enough dough to warrant a shopping cart. I hadnt been there in a long time. All I was going to do was grab some Ramen and maybe a plastic bottle of Morehouse Mustard, perhaps even a new garlic squasher to give my wife for her birthday.

But as I wandered the aisle I realized something had changed from the Evil Bush Years. Your 99 Cents doesnt go anywhere near as far as it used to. Ramen, which were eleven cents were now seventeen cents. Cup Of Noodles had almost doubled. The stale candy bars that had formerly been three for a dollar were now two for a dollar. Campbells Soup, formerly two for 99 cents were now 99 cents apiece. Even those far-out canned Mexican goodies with names like Tripas were up. Canned tamales, albondigas, all of it. I couldnt compare any of the non-food stuff to what it was because I never bought that kind of stuff myself--that's wife stuff--but I'll bet its the same deal.

Inflation. Thats the way poor people get taxed. I guess Ben Bernanke and the geniuses at the Fed who calculate the inflation rate dont shop at the 99 Cent Store often enough. It aint no three percent inflation rate in these aisles buddy! They're giving fire-sale discounts on Range Rovers and Plasma TVs in the high end stores but down here in Food Stamp Land your pesos arent buying anything near what they used to. If the sign says 'Acceptamos Cupones' then inflation is a whole lot higher than three percent. But Comrade O says there is no inflation. Social Security's Cost Of Living Adjustment was zero this year. Yeah, the Most Compassionate Congress Ever allowed Comrade O to peel a few Lucky Bucks off his trillion dollar stimulus stack and send it to the oldsters so Granny wont have to be shoplifting cans of Kitty Queen to add some protein to the diet but it didnt cover the difference.

The very understated inflation rate is just adding to the disquiet that people feel but just cant put their fingers on. Somethings gone wrong with Hope And Change. Its been a year now. The Evil Bush Years had 4% unemployment, $250 billion deficits and all these empty stores had tenants. Now we're in a much fairer and more just era, arent we? We're saving the danged planet! How come Hope And Change has 17% unemployment, $1.8 trillion dollar deficits and bleak empty storefronts? And now the one refuge we all had, the 99 Cent Store, the 401k of those of us who live constantly in the red, is jacking up the prices.

People arent as stupid as the socialists hope. They can feel in their bones and in their wallets that this isnt right. A free economy creates wealth, a command economy destroys wealth. Its that simple. An honest dollar is only an honest dollar in the hands of an honest government. The entire political class has fallen down on this one. They think they can manipulate and control and escape the consequences of their actions. Wall Street and the banks got pushed into making bad loans by the government, without, by the way, any protest from the Republicans or the banks themselves, and then walked away with a cushy bailout that preserved their plush lifestyles but has come close to destroying the integrity of the currency.

But its all good. The market is up. They just had to write off a few million of us expendable peons and move on. But it reminds me of the Tea Party I went to last April, when things looked completely hopeless. I looked around at the people here in the 99 Cent Store. Same people. A growing crowd of people. Getting angrier every minute. These elitists havent suffered at all from this. We've suffered from the stupidity and greed of our supposedly altruistic betters. Now unknowns like Scott Brown in Massachusetts are rising on a tsunami of this anger to challenge the machine candidates in a way that was never possible before. If he wins or even comes close panic will ensue. Obamunist Health Care will fail. The only 'accomplishment' of the total control of everything by the Dems will be the trillion buck stimulus rip-off and the expiration of the Bush Tax Cuts by default until they are buried in the electoral avalanche this year. The Republicans will be hostage to an angry, militant faction inside their party as antagonistic to the welfare state and the political class as the statists in both parties are committed to it. Meanwhile the welfare state itself will be dissolving in a sea of inflation and red ink no matter who runs it, spawning more rage.

I guess it'll be the 99 Buck Store in a couple of years but a Cup Of Noodles will be a real treat, out of reach to us mere mortals. I dont know. I'm going to walk over and get some of that Private Organic Therapy and forget the whole mess.

Indolent Expectations

"History is replete with examples where an active despair has overcome an indolent expectation of victory."
Gibbon must have been looking at the Health Scare debate when he said that. Will the commies expropriate the entire Health Care industry? You would think that after that last vote in the Senate, where all the phony Blew Dogs took meaty bribes and then cast aside the moderate image they had assumed to fool the rubes back home and marched in lock step with Chuck Schumer and Debbie Stabenow. So that's it, isnt it? Health Scare is a done deal, right?

Maybe, maybe not. On the way to Hoaxing-hagen it looked like the Glow-bull Warming religion would triumph and the UN would begin to direct the redistribution of assets from the degenerate social welfare states to pay permanent guilt-money to bloodthirsty dictators to help them oppress their helpless citizens. Not only did our own clownish leaders distinguish themselves with their blundering idiocy but somehow at the apex of Glow-Bull Warming worship an Ice Age blizzard descended on the Northern Hemisphere, a blizzard that shows no sign of abating a month later. It was so cold last week that I had to put on a sweater to go outside in the afternoon and next week they say it might rain again. Will this winter never end?

Yesterday, as Drudge and then all the radio talk shows were playing montages of Our Barry yodeling during the campaign about how all the Health Scare reconciliation conferences between the House and the Senate were going to be televised on CSPAN, we had the specter of Nutsy Pelosi laughing so hysterically it almost ripped her tightly-stretched plastic face and saying, "People say all kinds of things during a campaign!" Yes they do. Those would be called bald-faced lies in the case of Democrats.

But the Dems might have gone too far last year. They ran as a fiscally sane alternative to the blundering Republiclowns...a compelling scenario, one that lasted until the blunders of the Democrats turned out so much unbelievably greater that the Republiclowns have risen in the polls to the point were the Dems have shown signs of panic. The Great Takeover has flown into some nasty headwinds. The Big Lie, that some Dems are more moderate than others, has been shown to be just that and the Red State Democrats and many in the formerly blue states, stand naked and vulnerable as the overreaching radicals and spiraling deficits turn the national mood to rage. Major Senators like Chris Dodd and Byron Dorgan have already committed political hari-kari on the Obamunist altar. Lesser rats are jumping ship with less noise.

Do it fast! Has been the watchword for Health Scare. They have to sell a bill that no one has read that they have refused to hold hearings on and have passed in a completely party-line vote. Dont read, just sign! If that isnt the classic definition of a swindle I dont know what is.
But time is running out. It might not be possible to pass something like this in this situation of depression and national bankruptcy. The Dems have been remarkably disciplined up to now but panic is in the air.

There is one more shoe to drop before Health Scare can get past the finish line. A recent poll shows that the race is tightening in Massachusetts, the ultimate Blue State, for the seat of the Beached Whale of Chappaquiddick, Dead Kennedy. The openly leftist candidate, Martha Coakley, was supposed to walk into Teddy's vacant seat with no opposition. This is Massachusetts after all! But now her opponent, Scott Brown, is moving closer. Rasmussen did a poll and found him within nine points of Coakley with three weeks left to go. Usually nine points is a wide margin in any election but several things are noteworthy in this case; the margin was thirty points a few months ago and Dem voters are confused and in despair and the anti-Democrats are angry and motivated. In a low-turnout election being motivated is what counts. The Gibbon quote at the top of the page might be applicable. If Dems start losing elections in Massachusetts then what of Dems from Texas and Montana?

The shape of the Health Scare Bill is looming ever larger over the disspirited Demo majority in Congress. It talks of taxing 'cadillac' health care. My wife gets 'non-cadillac' Kaiser from her job at the elementary school where she works. She wants me to switch my 'cadillac' Motion Picture health coverage to Kaiser because her hours and benefits are going to be cut next school year. ObamaScare means that we will be paying income tax on the same benefits, coming from my Union plan, that wouldnt be taxable if they came from my wife. Wait till Joe Six-Pack, whose family counts on that happy IRS refund check every April, finds out that he owes at the end of the year. Now those of us who work free lance and are soaked mercilessly are used to that feeling, walking out of the accountant's office knowing that you have to go tell your wife that you have to come up with $10,000 dollars or so for the Feds and more for the State. Nine-to-fivers expect that enough has been deducted from their paychecks to ensure a nice little delivery in the mail next spring. Delivery canceled, dumbass, on account of unexpected costs due to Hope And Change. Will they remember that in November? I think they might, especially since the taxes start four years before the 'benefits'.

So the Powers That Be know that HealthScare has to pass before the runoff in Massachusetts on Jan 19 because there is a chance, not a huge one but a chance, that they will lose their 60-vote majority on that day. If you know anyone in Mass who will vote our way phone them and plead, beg, cry, abase yourself trying to convince them to go and vote to stop this monster. If Coakley loses the entire Obamunist coalition comes unglued, the Agenda stops moving forward. Brown shows signs of being a Lincoln Chafee Republiclown but that does not matter! The defeat of the Demo candidate in Massachusetts will be the thunderclap that stampedes the herd. We need to support, with all our hearts, anyone who will damage the Obamunist Agenda and disspirit the enemies of our prosperity and freedom no matter who they are or what they say. Everything is at stake now, we cant afford to lose.