Monthly Archives: November 2010

Bob Belvedere Pounds the Nail, Beautifully

Our blog friend Bob Belvedere, Prop., The Camp of the Saints, hits the nail on the head with The Levellers.   Bob’s post is a commentary on two posts by The Great Robert Stacy McCain, so let us give due genuflection, but Bob goes on to tie it all together so neatly:

To achieve equality, everyone and every thing must be brought down to the lowest level existing. Such thinking about equality brings nothing — absolutely nothing — but equal suffering and equal despair. It requires enslavement of the population because the human soul desires freedom which brings about [glorious] inequality.  Those who have resisted such submission, who have fought The Levellers, have often found themselves staring down the wrong end of the barrel of a gun or imprisoned in a mental institution.

What I like to call “radical equality” is not just a tenet of LiberaloProgressivism, it the very heart and soul of the program, the base of the pyramid, the coughing, wheezing engine of the junky old jalopy.  And it is, of course, impossible to achieve in reality, in this universe.  Bob brings in Rand for a few devastating, well-chosen words:

They turn the word into an anti-concept: they use it to mean, not political, but metaphysical equality—the equality of personal attributes and virtues, regardless of natural endowment or individual choice, performance and character. It is not man-made institutions, but nature, i.e., reality, that they propose to fight—by means of man-made institutions.

And to bring this back to the beginning, but now hopefully with more understanding, this is why three-year-old children and 80-year-old nuns are groped equally by TSA at the airport, why less-qualified people are given jobs and college placements over the more qualified based on race, color, “gender”, national origin and “sexual preference”, why actually enforcing federal law at the border is “racist” and a thousand other outrages, large and small, that most Americans, and Europeans, have become largely inured to over the last 50 years.

It cannot stand, and it will not stand.  The Tea Party and the revolt at the airports are signs that we are not “sheeple” and that perhaps we are awakening now to the reality outside of progressive/liberal fantasyland, the reality of human difference and hard, cold fact and nasty religious bullies that won’t stop because we apologize for the “Crusades.”  And for that matter, plenty of other evil people that won’t stop what they’re doing because we have a sign in the window that says “War is not the Answer.”

When the Confederates tried to secede from the United States, war was the answer.  One does wonder, if BHO or Jimmuh Kotter had been president instead of Lincoln, would negotiations have been opened and the Dept. of Peace established and would there now be 12 million slaves from Virginia to New Mexico to Honduras?

There is a reality, outside of of human hopes and dreams and desires, outside of our fantasies of no child left behind and imagining nothing to kill or die for, above us only sky.  When a tree falls in a forest, it does make a fucking sound, whether anyone is there to hear it or not.  When Janet Napolitano gropes your wife’s crotch, it does not make us safer from Muslim terrorists.

Don’t teach your children to celebrate diversity, teach them to celebrate reality.

NeoVictorian

Posting Will Be Heavy

Sooo–we got Mike headed to Florida and temporarily off the blog ether, John Doe sporadically posting from Sin City, The inimitable Lipton Tea Bag missing in action

There is only one thing a man can do in this situation:  Suck it up and post his ass off.

Let us begin.

Oklahoma City Mayor says no to Lingerie Football League.  Why?  “Too many problems to list.”  Look, I don’t know if Hizzoner is a fag or just a misogynist (who designs those hideous clothes for women, eh?), but the LFL is empowering to women in so many ways, I can’t begin to list them all in This Space.  Women showing they can play tackle football, formerly an exclusive enclave of male power, while still celebrating their femininity.  They’re at once hot, and tough. Manly men like our readers, and Feminists can all agree, for once.  You be the judge:

 

The Toughness

 

Women working together, as a team, can only speed America on the way to its Inevitable Progressive Future:

Did I mention the mental toughness required?  Isn’t that what feminists are looking to instill in today’s girls?

And yet, after the struggle, opponents can share a moment of comradeship, like Grant and Lee and their men at Appomattox:

No need to thank me, Feminists, I’m only doing it for the Good of Humankind.

NeoVictorian

Come Monday…Florida Bound…Music Send Off (via Thatmrgguy’s Blog)

Going to South Florida with an aching in my heart.

Well, come Monday, I'm off to the environs of South Florida to sell Christmas trees. Be back sometime around Christmas. So my blog postings will probably be a little slow. I hope you all will forgive this short interlude and please visit the fine folks on my blogroll. Wish us good luck for another successful year and please keep us in your prayers.     [youtube=http: … Read More

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Attorneys leaving Alaska evidence of Joe Millers’ inevitable demise?

That’s the conclusion of Ed Miller at Hot Air. That, and the fact that less lawyers are needed the fewer ballots there are to counted.  But I think that an important point is missed here.  Namely, who the hell needs so many lawyers in the first place. 

Sure, if I’m in a recount with a snake I want the best possible lawyer on my side.  Sure, that lawyer may need an assistant or two.  But in this world of cell phones, lap tops and blackberries, who needs dozens of lawyers?  I have no idea how many each side had on hand, but in my professional opinion, more than a couple was redundant and a serious waste of money, not to mention a serious over-charge by the lawyers if they claimed that they needed more of their associates on hand to help them. 

And what the hell is up with having to ship lawyers in from the lower 48? Don’t they have competent lawyers in Alaska? I understand that Alaska might not have the best election lawyers in the country. I already addressed that: bring in one or two of the best from down under, not a whole boatload of them.  Mere mortals sometimes over-rate lawyers, while simultaneously hating them, mistakenly thinking that lawyers are smarter than the rest of us.  

Couldn’t they have non-lawyer assistants doing the job of watching the counting of the ballots?  How smart do you have to be to look at a ballot and figure out whether or not Merkowski Merecowski Murkowsky is speeled kowreckdly? Answer: Not very. I’m sure that even Gramps could handle the job, and his fee would prolly be just the mere cost of some cheap Polish wodka 😉 .  Being a former lawyer, it is not that I am against lawyers, it’s that I know that lawyers have a hard time saying no when somebody throws money at them and asks them if they want to go on a road trip.  I don’t blame the lawyers. I blame the idiots who hired so many of them. 

John Doe

Two thangs the Cubans taught me…

While I was a sign painter in Miami circa 1984, after graduation, before going to Winston-Salem for law school:

1. Drank your expresso out of leetle cups (think white cups for ketchup from Wendy’s) wiff lots of sugar.

2. Eat your sardines wiff lots of mustard and onions on bread or crackers.

What else you wanna know?

J. V.

A Newbies Impression of Vegas…

Cocktail waitresses are about what I expected. Over-siliconed, over-paid, and oh, the drinks are short on alcohol.

The poker games can get one to react as a buck rabbit who has been tossed into a cage with a bunch of does: relax, buck, there will be time for that. Take it a day at a time.

The weather is better than Richmond, Va, worse than Miami, Fl, and a zillion times better than Flint, Michigan.  Ummm, that ain’t saying much about the Flint thang.

The. Absolute. Worst. Thing. Is when somebody says something, anything, negative.  I’ve learned that I can play poker with most of the lower level peons. What I can’t do is play with anybody when I listen to the naysayers and the “experts” who tell me it can’t be done.

Poker is like the story about the grizzly who was charging two guys. One stopped to tie on his running shoes. The other said, “What are you doing? You CAN’T out run a grizzly!!”

The other (poker player) replied: “I don’t have to. I just have to out run you.”

I don’t have to out-play Michael “The Grinder” Mizrachi  or Daniel Negreanu, I just have to out-play the slightly drunk pharmacist from Akron, Ohio who calls too much with top pair, weak kicker. 😉

J. V.

FREE LTB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Or “Amber Alert.” Or some fuc#ing thing. Anybody else feel helpless?! Like our buddy needs us and we ain’t doing diddly squat to help him? Come on, puhleeeeeze, how many jobs can you imagine that do not allow you to at least phone home? The Chilean miners have been released. The astronauts in Florida ain’t been blasted off yet. They are even towing dat ship back to port. Come the hell on, LTB, quit keeping us in suspense.  Does Fidel haff ewe cap sured? Are you running wiff da bulls in Pamplona? Are you doing the laundry for the USA women’s soccer team (hats off to ya if true)? Heck, some of the best of us run off and do crazy things, just axe The Mrs. Tell us. Or give us a clue.  I have no job and no future, I’ll go find you and halp you. 

Your buddy, John

Things I’ve learned while living in an Extended Stay Hotel

1.  I don’t need 1/100 of all the shit I’ve accumulated in the past 52 years.

2. All that matters is family and friends.  When in doubt, see Rule No. 2.

3. A person can be truly happy even though only owning the possessions that will fit in a Mitsubishi Spyder convertible (damaged by hitting a button buck on the way home after 2:00 a.m. from a poker game). 

4.  A wife who puts up with your short-comings and peccadilloes is worth her weight in gold or silver.

5. A man who loves what he does will never work a day in his life.  Ugh, and the man who hates his work will be miserable until he finally grows a pair and stops doing what he hates and instead moves to Las Vegas or [fill in the blank] and starts to do what he loves instead of what he hates.

6. Marrying the right, wonderful, perfect (almost) wife overcomes many most of one’s shortcomings.

7. Clothes washed in the sink and hung out to dry in the bathroom save you $8.00 or more per load. Sure, they are little stiff and wrinkled, but Joseph will get you an iron if you axe him nicely. 

8. Sure, the neighborhood ain’t the greatest, but “Ooley” [spelling unknown] seems to be a great guy, and the hookers walking the street are just trying to survive, so get over it.

9. I don’t need, a whole lot of money…I don’t need a big fancy car…

Ok, this one goes out to “The Mrs”–yeah, as you’ve all suspected, that really was The Mrs.

ARTIST: John Ellison
TITLE: Some Kind of Wonderful
Lyrics and Chords

I don’t need a whole lot of money
I don’t need a big, fine car
I got everything that a man could want
I got more than I could ask for

Johnny Vegassssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss

Lions over the Bills

Sell the farm. Sell the cows. Sell the milk. Axe permission first, but then put it all on da Lions. -3 at da Bills. This, from a guy who put his first and only hungy on da Lions last week.  (I’ve been mentally puttin a hungy on them all season, and woulda coulda shoulda won all bets cept the Minnesota game). Do it. You will not be disappointed.

Johnny Vegas

U.S. gives Palestinian Authority $150 Million

Are you fucking kidding me? Are you fucking kidding me!? Let the god-damned Arabs with all their oil money support those terrorist bastards.  Are. You. Fucking. Kiddding. Me!???

The USA just borrowed money from the Chinese, money that our grandchildren will have to pay back, to support a terrorist organization bent on the destruction of Isreal.  Somebody shoot the bastard(s) who are responsible, PLEASE!