Pelosi's Tax Increase: House Dems Still Don't Get It

They are so lame that the have a president who has thrown them under the bus and an electorate that just 'shellacked' them at the polls, but even though they still have a majority they are hiding behind Republicans because they are gutless.

Menendez Likens Tax Fight to Negotiating With Terrorists

Senate Democrats lashed out at Republicans on Friday, accusing them of holding the nation’s economic prosperity hostage for the benefit of the wealthy and likening the GOP to a terrorist organization.

If anybody has mentioned that President Obama's name sounds Arabic, Dems run in a circle screaming like little wusses shrieking "racist", but when they have to finally show some guts they run around in circles like little wusses shrieking that Republicans are "terrorists."

Remember when they tried to campaign on "acting like adults"? Yeah, it cracked me up too.

They still don't get it, but if they want to play with people's livelihoods because they want voters to think they might know what 'standing by our principles' means, put it to a vote.

If the Dems saw a real terrorist they'd run in circles screaming like little...

Yeah, their act gets tiresome.

Dear Mayor Bloomberg, I've been Abroad. So What?

Mayor Bloomberg thinks we're beneath him. We kan't reed. Wer tu stoopid tu travell. We ain't frum nu York.

I witnessed Romans yell racial and vulgar words at a Chinese man trying to save a bus seat for his wife and baby still attempting to enter a bus. All because an Italian woman wanted the seat. I watched two Parisian women sitting in a subway car beneath a 'No Fume' sign puffin' away as if 'Smoking in the Boys Room' soundtrack was blaring away in their heads. And nothing says foreign intrigue like observing a Japanese man doing a two knuckle nose pick just before his 2:00 AM drunken debut as a Karaoke performer to impress his peers in shady Osaka "bar."

“If you look at the U.S., you look at who we’re electing to Congress, to the Senate — they can’t read. I’ll bet you a bunch of these people don’t have passports.”

I am sure Mayor Bloomberg panders to a better crowd both foreign and domestic. A crowd that, say, thinks his billionaire words are actually worth listening to, but then who is pandering? Bloomberg isn't just a billionaire mayor, he is a "brilliant" buffoon billionaire mayor who has once again made NYC an economic and cultural joke with his liberal/progressive mommyesque policies.

Foreign travel is entertaining, educational and, for many such as me, emotional, but, if you are an American, seeing one's own country is inspirational. Maybe Bloomberg should do those things that has inspired so many foreigners that visit or choose to move to the United States.

Has Bloomberg stood in a Southwestern American desert at night to look at the stars, smell the air and desert and realize just how small a man can be? Has Bloomberg walked the streets of a small Maine village to taste the wonders coming from restaurants, bakeries and the back of a farmer's truck bed of produce? Does he recognize and understand the local dialect? Would he find it crass that he would need actual cash because many don't accept credit cards?

How many times has a Bloomberg stood the bloodied grounds of an Antietam hearing the howls of pain and rage as long lost cannon and guns fire and bayonets plunge into bodies of men willing to die for what they believe? Does a Bloomberg even really know why those men from the North and the South fought? He won't find the answer while dining at The Harvard Club in Manhattan nor in the salons of Paris.

Has Bloomberg ever stopped to feel the power of the Ohio, Mississippi or Colorado rivers? Has he pondered his fortune due to pioneers such as those who founded the K. K. Bene Israel (1824) in Cincinnati or the United Hebrew Congregation (1837) in Missouri or Temple Aaron (1881) in Colorado? His fore bearers walked the walk. Insufferable snobs like Mayor Mike just chat the chat.

How about the vistas of wheat, corn and chickpea that feed their cities? The small towns that supply the military for their protection? The vast forests that supply the paper, medicines and products for their lifestyle? I'm sure they have seen the stunning salt deposits and mines that produce a life sustaining product they so shun.

Has Bloomberg a 'passport' he has used in America?

So, yeah little guy, I can read, I have a passport and I have traveled the world, but seeing my 50 states in all their wonder has always been more important to me. Feel good when you look down at people like me. I will look at you with sadness for all that is missing in your pathetic elite club, the hatred for those that scare you because they are different and the shallow vision you have of this life.

I'm sure you will find a nice little salt and smoke free Cathay restaurant where they will worship you. Or throw your arrogant and ignorant butt out.

You're a putz, only smaller and dumber.

Ref: Acknowleging God Is Unsportsmanlike Conduct

Are the refs interpreting the rules on their own or are they being told to do this. I go with the latter because God has been pushed out of every other corner of education. Acknowledging God is probably offensive to the nuanced minds of educators. After all, their are just scientific enough that our children keep falling behind the rest of the world. They must be so proud.

1959 Ford Fairlane: My 1st Car

It was a battle of wills. I had my eye on a shiny new showroom car. My mother had her eye on me buying a car with my own money.

So, I did.

I bought a 1959 Ford Fairlane from (I think his name was) Butch Bowman for $40. It was a beautiful two tone, brown and baby diarrhea tan with a Micky Mouse mystery shifter on the tree. There were stickers all over the rear window and a reverse opening hood over the engine. The reverse opening hood allowed the oil leaking from the head to jauntily streak down the sides of the car in place of painted flames. It belched smoke and sounded like a broken tank.

I parked it right in front of the house for 2 weeks.

On week 3, when I observed that my mother was unmoved, I upped the ante. I parked it right next to my mother's shiny new showroom car downtown every chance I got. With shiny Hubert Humphrey for President bumper stickers. On both front and back pitted and chrome peeling bumpers.

I got parking tickets and she didn't. I got tickets for safety violations, but, alas, she didn't.

Week 4 started with bad news. Mel, "my" local automotive repairman informed me that Butch had evidently added some saw dust to the engine to reduce the knocking of bad parts. I believe this was called an enhancement to sell said vehicle to an unsuspecting automotive dummy. That's be me.

During the rest of week 4 (and all through week 5) I caught up on mowing our rather large lawn, cleaned leaves, gutters and other household chores which my mother had promised to pay me for months before. With $85 burning my pocket I paid Mel, "my" automotive expert repairman, for the repairs on my $40 beauty. He also informed me of the need of a new transmission, muffler, tailpipe and shocks. I knew about the shocks because I had been informed that their squeaking could be heard a block away.

My mother, quite pleased, reminded me that, according to her math, I could have purchased a $125 vehicle if I had only completed the work when she had originally asked me and avoided such needs as new transmissions and mufflers. She expected my further work would raise the necessary capital to make those repairs in a timely manner. She had math skills and a memory for detail like that.

Week 6 brought me good news from Mel. He had recently found a $65 used transmission and a $20 muffler and informed me that with proper application of Coke cans I could extend the current tailpipe. To show independence I instead used Vernor's Ginger Ale cans I got from our local beer (Schlitz, PBR, etc) and wine (Gallo) retailer who went by the Spot due to the rather large discoloration on his left cheek. With another $85 (in parts), $9 in fluids and $159 in labor (Mel also had an eye for detail and math skills like that) my $40 car was sounding, but not looking, better. For the current $378 spent I thought it should.

Week 7 brought me a note from the high school principle that my vehicle was banned from the school parking lot because of the smell. Mel was furious at the slight, but continued to look for leaks.

Week 8. Bummer. My "girlfriend" mentioned that she couldn't actually attend the prom with me as she had inadvertently accepted the kind invitation of a kid named Andy. His father, a mere dentist, had bought him a new Ford Mustang. I vowed to have another dentist complete my dental braces work. My mother said that for pride alone this was a good thought, but since his father was the only dentist in town and my Ford Fairlane couldn't make the 30 mile trip to Columbus I should reconsider my pride.

Week 9 our local Barney Fife, Smitty, gave me a speeding ticket for doing 35 mph in a 25 zone. He informed me I had an out if I took a photograph to court when I appeared. All I had to do was show the judge and he would rule that there had been a mistake because it would be obvious to him that my car was incapable of attaining 35 mph. That Smitty, quite a joker he was. My beautiful speedster cost me $57 in fines and court costs and another $50 dollars for a AAA "Safe Driving" course. $485.

Week 10. End of the school year! Even though I was totally available for prom and other celebratory events dotting my calendar I chose instead to investigate the countryside surrounding our community. $39.50 for the tow back to town, but with summer upon me I was now open to do lots of work around the neighborhood to meet my mounting costs.

Week 11 was really cool because Mrs. Lewis told me that I had done such a good job on her yard that I needn't waste gas money driving to her place. She would pick me up and let me use her lawn mower. What a sweetheart.

Week 12 was one of education. Not knowing what a rotor cap was I was surprised to find out mine had failed causing quite a bit of damage. Mel also informed me that my Maxwell House Steering column needed repair. I began to understand economies better as I realized Maxwell had diversified into other products besides coffee. Mel said I had a lot to learn, but he'd give me a discount on the repairs. Add $185.

To augment my lawn income I took on the responsibility of life guarding at Eckles Lake. Mr. Eckles was kind enough to assist me in stalling further paint failure on my vehicle by allowing me to park behind a stand of trees at the far end of the parking lot. That kindness and the extra $11 per week was fattening both my pride and my wallet.

Week 13. The number alone should have warned me. My Ides of March in automotive history. Exiting a convivial place of community called the Surrey Lounge where I had just played my first band job (an additional $6!) I found my vehicle slanting to one side in the parking spot where I had left it some 3 hours prior to my debut as a rock n roll star. Luckily no patrons other than a local of alcoholic fame named Flowers had attended our show so there was no one to see my embarrassment. Mel listed the repair as "ball joint", "strut" and a "Beemans brake drum". I learned that Beemans not only made my favorite gum, but brakes as well. My mother kindly reminded me that it wasn't March, that I wasn't Caesar and that ides was Latin for 15 which I should have learned as a freshman. Point taken. Add $123 for parts and labor.

Week 14. As I pulled into Mel's repair shop I couldn't but help admiring his new (as in shiny showroom new) International Harvest pickup truck. As he showed me the interior including the push button radio (My beauty had the hole, but lacked the appliance as Butch had said that the radio, when on, had dimmed the headlights. It must have been a really powerful radio!) I told Mel of the strange noise coming from beneath my vehicle. With out even blinking Mel told me he had been worrying about my "trans-national axle". I queried the need and the cost. Mel said that it could be a life and death decision and that the part(s), while fairly expensive, were but a small percentage because of labor costs such as the extra men to hold up the car as he worked underneath plus the added insurance costs due to the danger. $303.

I told him I had to check my bank account(s). With the addition of my Christmas account I found myself only $253 short. Time to get an advance on my pay!

Week 15. The car is gone to a far better place. My mother gently said that maybe I shouldn't hang around Mel's anymore because she had heard "some things".

Week 16 was looking up as I had acquired employment at a local pizza parlor. The owner said that I could use his vehicle (a brand new Caddy!) for deliveries and that all my friends could all come out to his new (and big!) house for a party after my first Saturday as he was leaving for a short trip to Mexico on Sunday. Unfortunately, the job didn't materialize. My mother said he had been arrested for something called cannabis. I didn't even know that cannibals were still around.

Even though that summer was really boring I still remember my first car. BTW, I really blew it. I just saw a 1959 Ford Fairlane for sale on the Internet for $16,995.00! I could've made a fortune.

Are You An Althouse Hillbilly?

Jay Retread said...

Thanks again Ann for your one sided fanning of partisan hate. This crappy band according to Wikipedia has trashed on stage every president since Reagan, also John Kerry, Hillary Clinton and Al Gore. But don't let the facts get in the way of throwing more red meat to your Althouse Hillbillies. They might just buy a toaster on Amazon for you!

Golllllee! Miss Mabel just drove her cute little Audi over here and dropped off a paper on constitutional law and Federalism. Then we sat and jawed on the front porch right next to that old washer, drinking some sweet tea and gnawing on some creek crackers and red meat tartare. Don't need no damned toaster.

It were fun.

As Europe Lectured They Took US Bailout Dollars

Americans angry over the bailouts, stimulus funny money and the general "too big too fail" mentality amongst the financial geniuses in Washington will be thrilled to find out that billions of dollars went to Europe. Our banks are being hammered by bad loans pushed on them by Bwarney Frank, Dodd and the other losers in Congress and those banks have failed, lost 100s of millions or have had to hose shareholders, but foreign banks got the bucks even as their governments lectured America on economics.

European banks took big slice of Fed aid
 
Many of the worst dim bulbs and losers got tossed in the last election because of thinking such as this. Now it is time to toss the president and his economic allies in the Senate in the next election. This economic theory isn't a theory anymore, it is a proven disaster from stimulus, cap and trade, bailouts, health care reform and buying huge chunks of corporations to support their buddies the unions.
 
Cut spending by 10%, cut government programs by 10% and fire 25% of bureaucrats including contractors. That'd be a start. In the second round do it it all over again.

NYT Once Again Is There Only To Serve And Protect

The New York Times is laughable in a world where the sound of laughter only makes the Times dig deeper into its well of smug indifference to reality.

A Note to Readers: The Decision to Publish Diplomatic Documents

For The Times to ignore this material would be to deny its own readers the careful reporting and thoughtful analysis they expect when this kind of information becomes public.

As usual, once the NYT thinks they have reached the bottom they call for diagrams from within their pool of diggers as to dig deeper.

The "deny its own readers the careful reporting and thoughtful analysis they expect" line is delicious, but de rigueur in a world of self delusion.

Media Matters: Two Dollar Whores In A Ten Dollar World

Media Matters Lies About Media Coverage of Sarah Palin North Korea Slip

To be fair to the rest of the press, with their veneer of lipstick, they're two-twelve, maybe two-thirteen, if you have the correct change and are willing to haggle.

Whichever, they do have their integrity, eh?

Time To Leave

Obama's Harold Koh Has the Gravitas of Pudding

Mr. Nuance, Barry Obama. has an administration that woulda, if they coulda, screwed up a Miss Dairy Cow Queen puff bill in Congress. It appears that nuanced diplomatic outreach by the United States has devolved into grade school bitchiness.

The administration is scrambling to deflect un-nuanced references and descriptions of foreign leaders by the oafs at Foggy Botttom. That group could and does screw up a common tea party held by 5 year olds with their imaginary friends.

They have the light touch of a barbarian seeking acceptable congress with the daughter of an enemy foreign leader. Over an especially messy dinner. Without utensils and napkins.

Now this group of morons has set the bar in doubling down on WikiLeaks wimp, Mr I'm gonna have a comb over as soon as I reach puberty, Assange to a new low. They will ignore leaks that will kill our agents, friends and helpers. These allies are expendable to nuanced loser bastards who should have never been hired by a loser who should never been elected president. A teacup tempest by teacup president who have created an international crisis by being stupid, small minded know-nothings because they are totally incapable of running a lemonade stand in Tupelo on a quiet Monday night. Well, they might actually try to run a lemonade stand if Eric Holder's DOJ doesn't stop and fine the group of youngsters from even opening said business. Little kids and lemonade is so much more important than benign New Black Panther members thwarting the vote, eh?

Kohl actually stated with out equivocation that:

He said the U.S government would not deal with WikiLeaks at all in determining what may or may not released.

"We will not engage in a negotiation regarding the further release or dissemination of illegally obtained U.S. government classified materials," wrote Koh, who is considered to be one of the world's top experts in international law and was reportedly considered for a seat on the Supreme Court.

If this Milquetoast actually had anything to categorically refer to actual fact, the entire administration would fall to their knees in horror that they might be looked upon in horror as decisive. That would be seen in the international scene in a bad light.

So, Koh isn't going to do anything because by doing so he might lend credence to WikiLeaks. Obama has to be feeding him instructions. And Koh must be listening.

How embarrassing is that?

Boy Attempts To Bomb Religious Ceremony In The Name Of The Religion Of Peace

He wished that all who attended leave either dead or injured. His god must be proud.

Corvallis man arrested in Christmas tree ceremony bomb plot

The boy wanted to do this for his religion. Even as he was asked to think about what he wanted he instead made a video to show his bravery and dedication to jihad.
 
He looks like a punk version of Grace Jones.

 

The EPA Is A Toxic Dump Filled With Hidden Taxes

Bureaucrats are unelected thus have no mandate, but they increasingly more our rulers than Congress. They mandate. They push regulations onto us that we have not asked for nor want. They tax us through every possible method including compliance fees, mandatory rules for business and through fines for everything you can imagine.

Homeowners Now Must Pay EPA's Hidden Tax

Who put these bureaucrats in place? Who gave them the power to bypass the Constitution? If they are there by the grace of elected officials, first, the elected officials should be voted out of office and then the bureaucrats should be replaced by no one.

People talk of cutting government by this percentage or that percentage, which is a good thing, but I say cut the bureaucracy by 25 percent starting in January.

Boehner-Lite And A Day Late

Nancy Pelosi Will Fly Commercial, Too

It's a start. Who knows, she might actually start be a real representative. You know, like what's good for the people and that whole ethics thing.
 
Nah. She'll find a way around it.

If Government Was In Charge Of Deserts We'd Have A Sand Shortage

Autos, banks, health care, schools, insurance and on and on. Government wants it all. And to think early Americans thought Alexander Hamilton wanted a king.

FCC moves to ensure ‘net neutrality’

Now the government wants to 'regulate' the Internet. There won't be any death panels for porno sites, but they will decide what you can and cannot see. Soon our Internet will be as diverse as the BBC!

Janetalia!

via Paco

Too funny.

Junk-R-Us?

TSA: the model of bureaucratic self-parody

Read the rest.

Her supporters think they are right that we'll regret what we say (and think) the first time a crazy 80 year old Luthern great-grandmother with an explosive knee replacement takes down a plane.

They'd be wrong.

Demos Don't Get Earmarks: It's not The $$, It's The Bribery

Republicans and Democrats that support earmarks keep up the mantra that their accepting bribes is good for their states and eliminating earmarks won't save any money.

It's not the money, it's the process. It's not how money will or will not be saved nor whether it is spent by Congress or whether it empowers the executive branch to spend the money as they want for political purchase.

It is about bribery.

If they still don't get it then they are too stupid to be in Congress. Earmarks are simply a symptom of the larger broken process in which government works and how legislation id passed. Bribery, tit-for-tat, backscratching or reaching across the aisle, whatever you call it, it is an evil that has grown to proportions that match the proportion in which government has grown.

If these bagmen still don't get it then have them study the Louisiana Purchase and the Cornhusker Kickback.

Stop the bribery. Stop Earmarks.

World Trade Center-Texas

This is the World Trade Center (of San Antonio).  San Antonio has
some great old building stock all along Broadway. Broadway runs
at a bit of a diagonal to the street grid just like New York's Broadway,
so a lot of the buildings have skewed plans like parallelograms or trapezoids.  
That explains the dramatic foreshortening on this sketch.

Licking County, Ohio

Old Maid Road

Thanksgiving: Time For Athiests And Libs To Kick Off Their Anti-Christ In Christmas Campaign

Tony Phyrillis reminded me

It is that jolly time of year when the wackjobs start bitching about how un-American it is to have Christmas displays displayed at Christmas, especially on government land. Government land that is owned by the people of the United States. It offends their nuanced sensibilities. Awwww.

Now, they want to use race as a reason to not put up anything religious for the vast majority of people who celebrate Christmas to enjoy.

 How to p*ss off atheists

Chester County Commissioners Carol Aichele and Terence Farrell made the right decision by ending the annual dispute between a fringe group of atheists and the majority of county residents over what kind of holiday display should be placed at the Historic Chester County Courthouse.

The use of the race card against Farrell shows how desperate the atheists get when they lose the argument.

The majority must be stopped from terrorizing the minority be allowing the minority to terrorize the majority. All over a baby Jesus.

Republicans Helping Republicans: www.ChooseYourChairman.com

A little bird has told me that the Choose Your Chairman website is nothing more than a front for Maria Cino. The site purportedly is a poll to allow individuals to give their recommendation on who they think should be elected chairman of the RNC.

Is it any wonder that Maria Cino is far ahead of all other candidates? In fact  she has more votes than the next three candidates. Hmmmm. Just what Republicans need. More shenanigans. Then we can be just like Democrats.