Yeah, I know: like that's a news flash...
The "Minister" had some very choice words over the weekend at one of those gatherings where the mental patients who make up the Nation of Islam get all dressed up like they're in a Broadway Musical and stew in their racism for a day or two.
You can read about it here.
What the article doesn't mention, because the New York Daily News is run by a bunch of libtards, is that the "Minister" managed to say that (paraphrasing) Whitey is out to Assassinate Barack Obama, and the White Right is determined to make sure Barry is a One-Term President, and naturally, we're determined to do this because we're racists.
Well, the "Minister" is an expert on racism, with just one exception; he can recognize it in everyone but himself.
I don't like Barack Obama, I'll admit. I never did, but I've tried to be fair...and it's really not working for me. Mostly because he's a liar, has already been shown to have been thoroughly unqualified for the job, and he never accepts responsibility for anything...except other people's successes. He's obviously surrounded himself with opportunistic sycophants, who when they aren't telling him how great he is and how he gives Great Speech, are busy running the government in his stead.
King Barack I would rather ride Air Force One to accept Peace Prizes he didn't earn, beg a bunch of Eurotwerps for an Olympic Games for his Chicago Cronies, and make sure Michelle and he can have a Date Night anywhere in the freakin' country at any hour of the day, at taxpayer expense. Barack Obama has spent even less time, I reckon, in the White House actually working than George W. Bush did.
And on some level, I think we might actually be fortunate he's been so reluctant to work. I shudder to think what he might manage to destroy if he was actually trying.
I don't want Obama dead, I just want him gone. If I have to wait until Jan 20, 2013, then that's fine. We've survived LBJ, Carter and Clinton, and we'll survive Barack I. I just hope that in the meantime we can replace as much of the rest of the government as we possibly can by that time through the electoral process so that the damage that Obama manages can be contained.
The reason I don't support Barack Obama has noting to do with him being black (the Minister has conveniently forgotten that Obama is only HALF-black. The rest of him is White. A decade ago, Louis Farrakhan would have said that Barry wasn't "authentically black", but I guess an electoral victory changes everything, huh?). My distaste for Barack Obama has to do with his policies.
When he says "We are the change we've been waiting for..." he's really alluding to a carefully-disguised program of Reparations for black folks.
When he says "Yes We Can!" he really means that he can find ways to throw cash at African Americans in the form of Cash-for-Clunkers, Mortgage Renegotiation schemes that are designed to give houses to people who could never have afforded them in the first place. "Health Care Reform" is designed to give even MORE free health care to people who already get it at someone else's expense. Do you really suppose the single mother who takes her seven children by eight fathers into the Emergency Room for the sniffles pays anything for that visit -- ever -- do you? You don't think the chronically-unemployed 350-pound man who lives on a diet of fatback-ripple -and-two-packs-of-Kools a day who shows up in the cardiac ward twice a year for another double-bypass ever pays for his time in the hospital? You don't imagine that the welfare-and-food-stamp crackhead who finds himself shot on a street corner because the brothers who did the drive-by can't aim straight, and missed the guy sitting 50-yards to his right, ever pays for the massive trauma treatment and surgical bills he's incurred, do you?
When Barack Obama says "Hope and Change..." he means "we hope White folks are either stupid enough, or we can manipulate the irrational guilt of White Liberals enough, to not realize they will be taxed to death in order to "hook a brother up"... and the Change is what'll be left in Whitey's pocket after it's been picked.
When Barack Obama talks about "putting America to work" he truly means make-work government union jobs, which will be given to African Americans disproportionately, so that even the dumbest, laziest bastard in America can earn $60 an hour and not have any result at all expected in return.
That's why I dislike Barack Obama, "Minister". But I certainly don't want him dead. We already have a holiday for a dead black man (who actually deserved the honor), and an entire month in which I have to be assaulted (once again) with the story of how George Washington Carver invented peanut butter and Whitey got rich on it. Get some new propaganda already, will ya?
But this is what the "Minister" does; he spouts complete bullshit knowing that no one is going to call him on it, and that even if they do, the acute psychosis and pathological distrust which affects a certain segment of Black America is so deep that no measure of common sense or logic will ever penetrate it. They believe that racism is so endemic that there's not a single conspiracy theory, any lie, any misrepresentation that they won't swallow whole and take with them to the grave. It's why he can stand up there and tell the tale of having been taken aboard an alien spacecraft and still have people take him seriously, if not regard him as their savior.
It's apparent the aliens didn't anal probe him, as is their wont, because the "Minister" is still full of shit.
Barack Obama will, indeed, be a "one term President", but his race will have nothing to do with it. It will be because he was man totally unprepared for the job, and possessed of the most outrageous, and unconstitutional, theories of how government should work. He'll fail because there isn't a promise he's ever made that he has ever kept; transparency on C-Span, no tax increases for 250k and under, cutting the deficit, tax cut for 95% of Americans, keeping unemployment low as justification for a Stimulus monstrosity, you can keep your own physician, so on and so forth. The economic future of this country looks exceedingly bleak, and the President is spending money that doesn't even exist faster than anyone can even imagine it, let alone print it. This country is rapidly headed for the Zimbabwe Zone. When Barack Obama finally leaves office, it will not be because of some vast "White"-wing conspiracy -- it'll be because he was a rotten President. So bad, in fact, that he almost makes me nostalgic for Jimmy Carter.
What the Black Comm-uuun-itaaay (as Rev. Al calls it) should be worried about, "Minister", is that Barack Obama turns out to be such a rotten President that we never see another Black Person take that Oath of Office ever again -- and not because of race -- but because of the belief that Obama represents the mindset of the average black person. That mindset fairly screams "I'm entitled" without ever mentioning a damned thing about responsibility.
Black are not responsible for high crime rates and prison recidivism, because that's a legacy of slavery. Blacks are not responsible for illiteracy and the destruction of the Public School Systems in their communities because that's a legacy of slavery. Blacks are not responsible for out-of-control rates of bastardy because that's a legacy of slavery. Blacks are not responsible for having a work ethic, because that's a legacy of slavery, therefore, Whitey owes them all a free house, a free car, free health insurance, and a high-paying job where nothing is expected of them, and they shouldn't have to work or pay for any of it --because that's a legacy of slavery, too.
He stands as an example of what is possible in America if people apply their talents and intelligence, and then defeats that positive message by infantilizing his own people. Obama sends out the signal that Blacks don't have to, nor should they, put their talents to work for their own improvement. They should be mindless wards of the State, and someone else should pay for it. And what really rankles, what really chaps our asses, is that we who will write the checks for it all don't get ever the full poop on what he proposes, or even the chance to speak our peace on it. It's just shoved up our asses, sideways, and we're expected to just shut up about it.
That's why Barack Obama will fail, "Minister". That's why we want him gone. That's why he'll be a one-term President.
Maybe the next time you see those aliens, you could ask them to take you with them when they leave?
Tuesday, March 02, 2010
No Carpetbaggers Need Apply...
Harold Ford drops out of NY Senate race.
Fabulous. We've already had enough of libtard Carpetbaggers in this state. New York is where libtards from all over the country eventually settle to work, and so we get everyone else's libs, and then we get blamed for being too liberal for the country's good. Just so you know, it isn't entirely our fault; keep your own liberals at home!
So, this November, we might be one libtard lighter: Kirsten Gillbrand might have to defend her job as Chuck Schumer's Ventriloquist's Dummy With Tits (CSVDWT) against a republican (assuming we can find one who can chew gum and walk at the same time someplace in New York) and if that is the case, she'll probably lose.
I say "probably" because the NY Republican party is a bunch of dunces. They couldn't organize a gang-bang in a prison shower. They find the most unattractive (but politically-well-connected) candidates to run for statewide and federal offices, and they get beaten about the head and face by democrats who are barely capable of counting without removing their shoes and socks (see: New York Congressional delegation). In other words, they get beaten by people just slightly smarter than bread mold.
And since the NY Repub Go-to-Guy -- perennial loser Rick Lazio -- is already in the Governor's race, the NY Repubs are left to find someone just as dull and just as beatable to run against Gillibrand, because that is their modus operandi. Does the name George Pataki ring any bells?
If it does, you'd better scream "HELL NO!".
There are two other possibilities; if she could be persuaded to get into the race, there is former Congresswoman Susan Molinari, who gave the keynote address at the Republican convention back in the days when that actually meant something. Molinari is from my hometown (Staten Island), comes from another NY Political Dynasty (that might be a strike against her -- we've had enough Political Dynasties, thank you), and she's smarter than Gillibrand is. Then again, lobotomized cocker spaniels are smarter than Gillbrand, but that's not to take away from Molinari; She is smart as a whip and realizes that we still have a Constitution, which puts her miles ahead of the Repub Party Apparatchiks.
The other possibility is Rudy Giuliani, America's Mayor. The problem with Rudy is that the national Republican Party would probably bust a blood vessel because of his stances on Gay Rights and Gun Control (it's why he never made it through the 2008 primaries, you know), but the Tea Parties and the non-panty-bunched republicans (the one's not tied directly to, or earning their living from the party) could easily put him over the top. We need to have Rudy somewhere in a position of responsibility in New York State, if only because he's proven to be a responsible person with actual abilities. Having just one person like that puts us head and shoulders above the other 49 states.
The problem is that the NY Republican party will probably not tap either. It has a bigger list of well-connected-but-even-bigger losers to promote. That's where it's true interests lie, because it is not so much A party as much as it is many-smaller parties, and they can never agree on anything or anyone, and this is the main reason why it's so ineffective. It's provincial and it's politics and infighting are, ultimately, local and not state-wide.
For once, the NY State Republican Party should do the right thing, and fuck their friends over. These elections in November are too important to the future of the country for the same stupidity to play out; that system coughed up Dede Scozzafava, after all.
Tap Susan or tap Rudy. You'll get the Tea Partiers on your side, and you'll be able to actually win something for a change. You'll finally succeed in doing something meaningful, NY-GOP.
Fabulous. We've already had enough of libtard Carpetbaggers in this state. New York is where libtards from all over the country eventually settle to work, and so we get everyone else's libs, and then we get blamed for being too liberal for the country's good. Just so you know, it isn't entirely our fault; keep your own liberals at home!
So, this November, we might be one libtard lighter: Kirsten Gillbrand might have to defend her job as Chuck Schumer's Ventriloquist's Dummy With Tits (CSVDWT) against a republican (assuming we can find one who can chew gum and walk at the same time someplace in New York) and if that is the case, she'll probably lose.
I say "probably" because the NY Republican party is a bunch of dunces. They couldn't organize a gang-bang in a prison shower. They find the most unattractive (but politically-well-connected) candidates to run for statewide and federal offices, and they get beaten about the head and face by democrats who are barely capable of counting without removing their shoes and socks (see: New York Congressional delegation). In other words, they get beaten by people just slightly smarter than bread mold.
And since the NY Repub Go-to-Guy -- perennial loser Rick Lazio -- is already in the Governor's race, the NY Repubs are left to find someone just as dull and just as beatable to run against Gillibrand, because that is their modus operandi. Does the name George Pataki ring any bells?
If it does, you'd better scream "HELL NO!".
There are two other possibilities; if she could be persuaded to get into the race, there is former Congresswoman Susan Molinari, who gave the keynote address at the Republican convention back in the days when that actually meant something. Molinari is from my hometown (Staten Island), comes from another NY Political Dynasty (that might be a strike against her -- we've had enough Political Dynasties, thank you), and she's smarter than Gillibrand is. Then again, lobotomized cocker spaniels are smarter than Gillbrand, but that's not to take away from Molinari; She is smart as a whip and realizes that we still have a Constitution, which puts her miles ahead of the Repub Party Apparatchiks.
The other possibility is Rudy Giuliani, America's Mayor. The problem with Rudy is that the national Republican Party would probably bust a blood vessel because of his stances on Gay Rights and Gun Control (it's why he never made it through the 2008 primaries, you know), but the Tea Parties and the non-panty-bunched republicans (the one's not tied directly to, or earning their living from the party) could easily put him over the top. We need to have Rudy somewhere in a position of responsibility in New York State, if only because he's proven to be a responsible person with actual abilities. Having just one person like that puts us head and shoulders above the other 49 states.
The problem is that the NY Republican party will probably not tap either. It has a bigger list of well-connected-but-even-bigger losers to promote. That's where it's true interests lie, because it is not so much A party as much as it is many-smaller parties, and they can never agree on anything or anyone, and this is the main reason why it's so ineffective. It's provincial and it's politics and infighting are, ultimately, local and not state-wide.
For once, the NY State Republican Party should do the right thing, and fuck their friends over. These elections in November are too important to the future of the country for the same stupidity to play out; that system coughed up Dede Scozzafava, after all.
Tap Susan or tap Rudy. You'll get the Tea Partiers on your side, and you'll be able to actually win something for a change. You'll finally succeed in doing something meaningful, NY-GOP.
Al Gore Has Blood on His Hands..
Tree-Huggers Kill Themselves, Do something Al Gore Doesn't Have the Courage to Do Himself.
Give them credit for at least being true to their "code"; if only all the other people who believe that mankind is ruining the planet and that a One-World Socialist State run by the U.N. is the answer to all problems were likewise so committed.
Because, ultimately, this is where EnvironMENTALism leads; to the conclusion that the planet is better off without humans, left to revert to it's pristine and natural state, isn't it? At least for the foot soldiers in the movement. The high-mucky-muck like Al Gore are expected to be thanked and given positions of leadership for advocating policies that will kill millions.
The unfortunate part is that the idiots who believed, the brain-damaged sacks of DNA who were supposed to be parents, decided their children had to die for their stupidity, too. And just like pot-smoking slackers everywhere, they did the job in predictably half-assed fashion; they left one alive. Now, that innocent little girl is an orphan, but frankly, she's a lot better off than if her parents had lived. People who come to the conclusion that murder-suicide is a solution to a problem are truly nuts. This child, at least, will now have a chance to be adopted by normal parents who will give her a normal life, love her, and think of her in terms of a her basic humanity instead of her environMENTAL impact.
Because those so-called parents, I don't believe, ever loved their children. The proof is that they resorted to (attempted) murder in the name of a psuedo-scientific-theory-elevated-into-religion based upon lies. Those weren't children in their minds; those were potential polluters and exploiters of Mother Gaia... they were carbon footprints.
I wonder if Al Gore will sleep soundly tonight knowing that he's promulgating a scam upon people who are mentally weak and in need of psychological help, to the point where murder-suicide seems a reasonable alternative to them? I wonder, if Al Gore now feels like Osama Bin Laden in the sense that his words and deeds on behalf of a crackpot cause, the re-romaticisizing of World Socialism under the guise of a religion, have incited the murder of innocents?
(Note: Yes, that may be a bit hyperbolic, but the analogy holds true. Al Gore would kill millions with his philosophy if it meant he got rich, powerful and could aggrandize himself in the process. Just like Bin Laden, he wants to be seen as the savior of... something, and amply rewarded for his service).
I rather doubt Mr. Gore actually gives a shit. After all, he has a billion dollars, a Nobel Peace Prize, and he gets invited to all the smart parties that he flies in private jets to. In some precincts, he's even taken seriously an dtreated as if he were relevant, almost sage-like. That "legacy" -- the Legacy of Environmental Prophet, even if it will be potentially responsible for the deaths of millions and the economic ruination of millions more -- is a whole lot better than the one he would have had without Global Warming: crybaby, compulsive liar who tried to sue his way into the White House, but who ultimately lost to a man his political compatriots said was a complete and utter dunce.
Selfish bastard.
Give them credit for at least being true to their "code"; if only all the other people who believe that mankind is ruining the planet and that a One-World Socialist State run by the U.N. is the answer to all problems were likewise so committed.
Because, ultimately, this is where EnvironMENTALism leads; to the conclusion that the planet is better off without humans, left to revert to it's pristine and natural state, isn't it? At least for the foot soldiers in the movement. The high-mucky-muck like Al Gore are expected to be thanked and given positions of leadership for advocating policies that will kill millions.
The unfortunate part is that the idiots who believed, the brain-damaged sacks of DNA who were supposed to be parents, decided their children had to die for their stupidity, too. And just like pot-smoking slackers everywhere, they did the job in predictably half-assed fashion; they left one alive. Now, that innocent little girl is an orphan, but frankly, she's a lot better off than if her parents had lived. People who come to the conclusion that murder-suicide is a solution to a problem are truly nuts. This child, at least, will now have a chance to be adopted by normal parents who will give her a normal life, love her, and think of her in terms of a her basic humanity instead of her environMENTAL impact.
Because those so-called parents, I don't believe, ever loved their children. The proof is that they resorted to (attempted) murder in the name of a psuedo-scientific-theory-elevated-into-religion based upon lies. Those weren't children in their minds; those were potential polluters and exploiters of Mother Gaia... they were carbon footprints.
I wonder if Al Gore will sleep soundly tonight knowing that he's promulgating a scam upon people who are mentally weak and in need of psychological help, to the point where murder-suicide seems a reasonable alternative to them? I wonder, if Al Gore now feels like Osama Bin Laden in the sense that his words and deeds on behalf of a crackpot cause, the re-romaticisizing of World Socialism under the guise of a religion, have incited the murder of innocents?
(Note: Yes, that may be a bit hyperbolic, but the analogy holds true. Al Gore would kill millions with his philosophy if it meant he got rich, powerful and could aggrandize himself in the process. Just like Bin Laden, he wants to be seen as the savior of... something, and amply rewarded for his service).
I rather doubt Mr. Gore actually gives a shit. After all, he has a billion dollars, a Nobel Peace Prize, and he gets invited to all the smart parties that he flies in private jets to. In some precincts, he's even taken seriously an dtreated as if he were relevant, almost sage-like. That "legacy" -- the Legacy of Environmental Prophet, even if it will be potentially responsible for the deaths of millions and the economic ruination of millions more -- is a whole lot better than the one he would have had without Global Warming: crybaby, compulsive liar who tried to sue his way into the White House, but who ultimately lost to a man his political compatriots said was a complete and utter dunce.
Selfish bastard.
GM Recalls a Million Cars...
For Steering Problems. I wonder when the Congressional Inquiry begins, and whether or not the Obama-administration hack who runs GM, and the overpaid Union jerks who put the things together will be mercilessly grilled for several hours by complete idiots?
Or do we only do that to Japanese auto companies in which the Fed'ral Gub'mint doesn't have a direct stake, and who's unions don't kickback to the democratic (small 'd'; intentional) party?
Guilty secret: I felt sorry for Akio Toyoda last week, if only because after having worked for a Japanese company for seven years I might understand the Japanese mindset a little better than most Americans do. He came here because he had to, but not to answer the questions asked by a panel of five-star douchebags. He had to come to America because Japanese culture demands that he do so, to be seen as both contrite and involved in fixing a problem which is deeply embarrassing to him. His products -- cars with his name on them and the family reputation tied up in them -- are defective. Someone has to be held responsible, and he happens to be the guy in charge.
It's what you do when you're Japanese: you take responsibility, and you apologize, and you promise to try harder. Then you go out and do it. Or else you disembowel yourself. If only some members of Congress held to a similar code, we'd be a much better country for it.
Akio Toyoda did all the right things. He was sincere. He was telling the truth; Toyota will investigate and fix their acceleration and braking problems, and Toyota cars will be even more mechanically-reliable and qualitatively-superior to an American car built by a nosepicking douche with strong communist sympathies.
The dimwits in their rush to bash Toyota may have damaged relations with Japan, one of our best allies, and the second-largest holder of U.S. Debt. That they did so was predictable; it was too good an opportunity for TV time, too good an opportunity to further wound the Union's and GM's competition, and now in the name of fair play, I'm expecting to see GM's President similarly keelhauled and publicly embarrassed, and GM's reputation, such as it is, further tarnished for the purposes of scoring cheap political points.
But I won't hold my breath.
If no one will apologize to Mr. Toyoda, then I will; On behalf of the People of the United States, Toyoda-san, I'm truly sorry that we have elected a political class that is so craven and cowardly.
In the meantime, GM insists that cars with a steering problem are "perfectly safe" and that owners should continue to drive them.... only slower.
You can't make this shit up.
Or do we only do that to Japanese auto companies in which the Fed'ral Gub'mint doesn't have a direct stake, and who's unions don't kickback to the democratic (small 'd'; intentional) party?
Guilty secret: I felt sorry for Akio Toyoda last week, if only because after having worked for a Japanese company for seven years I might understand the Japanese mindset a little better than most Americans do. He came here because he had to, but not to answer the questions asked by a panel of five-star douchebags. He had to come to America because Japanese culture demands that he do so, to be seen as both contrite and involved in fixing a problem which is deeply embarrassing to him. His products -- cars with his name on them and the family reputation tied up in them -- are defective. Someone has to be held responsible, and he happens to be the guy in charge.
It's what you do when you're Japanese: you take responsibility, and you apologize, and you promise to try harder. Then you go out and do it. Or else you disembowel yourself. If only some members of Congress held to a similar code, we'd be a much better country for it.
Akio Toyoda did all the right things. He was sincere. He was telling the truth; Toyota will investigate and fix their acceleration and braking problems, and Toyota cars will be even more mechanically-reliable and qualitatively-superior to an American car built by a nosepicking douche with strong communist sympathies.
The dimwits in their rush to bash Toyota may have damaged relations with Japan, one of our best allies, and the second-largest holder of U.S. Debt. That they did so was predictable; it was too good an opportunity for TV time, too good an opportunity to further wound the Union's and GM's competition, and now in the name of fair play, I'm expecting to see GM's President similarly keelhauled and publicly embarrassed, and GM's reputation, such as it is, further tarnished for the purposes of scoring cheap political points.
But I won't hold my breath.
If no one will apologize to Mr. Toyoda, then I will; On behalf of the People of the United States, Toyoda-san, I'm truly sorry that we have elected a political class that is so craven and cowardly.
In the meantime, GM insists that cars with a steering problem are "perfectly safe" and that owners should continue to drive them.... only slower.
You can't make this shit up.
Monday, March 01, 2010
Finally, The Olympics are Over...
Because another day of watching curling (even if they do have hawt babes) would have set me on a murder spree. Another day of the Lindsey Vonn soap opera might have induced a coma. Watching a bunch of homosexuals leap around on ice skates holds absolutely no interest whatsoever. The constant, relentless display of Canadian Political Correctness, right down to the contrived Inuit-themed symbology, is enough to make you want to pluck out your eyeballs.
These Olympics had but one redeeming quality, as, alas, all Winter Olympic Games do:
The hockey.
Hockey, at least, is a real sport. Not like that collection of slacker games with snowboards and pot-smokers. Not like those batshit-crazy stunts that involve little sleds and, unfortunately, dead Georgians. A sport is defined, by me, as a competition in which there's an opponent, that opponent plays defense, the two competitors are likely to make physical contact in which bones may be broken, there are a set of definite skills that doesn't include the ability to wear sequin-covered spandex, and which doesn't depend upon gravity in order to propel the competitors; they're using their own muscle power.
Now, I have to say this: the hockey in these games was absolutely awesome. Even the Women's Hockey, which I thought was a joke (I still think it is. How can you play hockey without body checking? Children play this way.), but I have to give those ladies thier props; they put in a tremendous effort, they work so hard, and they displayed an awful lot of skill and guts. So much so, that it was almost not-so-weird to watch women playing hockey. I wouldn't go out of my way to find a women's game again, but it was rather entertaining.
As for the Men's hockey, well, how much better does it get than watching Alexander Ovechkin flatten an old and fat Jaromir Jagr at center ice?
(Ed. Note: I tried to upload a video of that open-ice check, but the International Olympic Committee has copyrighted the image. So much for the games being about the spirit of competition, and not money, right?)
The Russian team disappointed me. The Czech Republic intrigued me, and was, if I can admit to a guilty pleasure, my favorite team (I'm a big fan of Patrick Elias), and the combination of Zach Parise/Jamie Langenbrunner for the U.S. Team was everything I love about the sport (Hey, did you notice something? The three players I've named all play for the same team...I wonder, could that be MY favorite team, mayhap?). The Swiss Team was great. The Swedes left me shaking my head. Even watching Germany and Latvia get crushed, there was still some great hockey being played on that ice.
Am I happy that the Canadian swept the Gold Medals in hockey? Hell no. The Canadian Women deserved their medals, I think, and so there's no beef there. The Canadian Men, however, got extremely lucky. Today, all over Canada, newspaper articles are being written about the "greatness" of Roberto Luongo, just as they have been for the last decade (why the Press in Canada continues to beat the drum for a goalie who has always choked in big games is beyond me. Team Canada;s best goalies were on the bench) but the sad truth is this: Roberto Luongo is a loser, always has been, always will be, who was bailed out by one of the top three skill players in the world -- Sidney Crosby.
Sid the Kid...well, I hate him with a passion -- because he's the biggest crybaby on the ice -- but you have to admit that he plays a real pretty game of hockey. That guy has got game. And it's appropos that when the gold medal was on the line, that Canada's greatest player since Gretzky should score the winning goal. Congratulations to Team Canada, Monsieurs and Mademoiselles.
There is the possibility that we won't see professional (at least not NHL-professional) hockey players in the Olympics again. Personally, I can seee why they're here in the first place; I guess with no more Cold War there has to be some sort of draw to make the games interesting and to justify the expense. The current Great World Conflict -- between Civilization and Islam -- can't fill the shoes of the Old U.S.-Soviet ideological conflict, if only because Saudi Arabia doesn't field a hockey team, and you can't do a triple-Lutz in a burhka, hence professional players in what's supposed to be the amateur arena.
I think the league should reconsider that proposition. It's talent, spread across every team in the competition, could get no better showcase. And yes, even if you do have to stop your season for three weeks to accommodate the Olympics, it's worth it because you have no real national television contract in the United States, but people will watch Olympic Hockey, and they'll become fans.
Just like I did in 1980. I grew up in a city that had both the New York Rangers and New York Islanders in their heyday, and as a child played roller hockey in the street, but never watched a hockey game on TV religiously until Al Micheals screamed "Do you believe in miracles?" I've been hooked ever since. Most people who have never watched hockey or followed hockey become fans in much the same way; I can't tell you how many hockey fans I know who weren't until they actually went to a game and saw it close up and personal for the first time.
Anyways, perhaps we could just drop all the bobsledding, cross-country skiing, and 10-year-old, anorexic girls on skates, and 42-pound stones and brooms, and just make the Winter Olympics a three-week-long hockey tournament? Because that was awesome!
These Olympics had but one redeeming quality, as, alas, all Winter Olympic Games do:
The hockey.
Hockey, at least, is a real sport. Not like that collection of slacker games with snowboards and pot-smokers. Not like those batshit-crazy stunts that involve little sleds and, unfortunately, dead Georgians. A sport is defined, by me, as a competition in which there's an opponent, that opponent plays defense, the two competitors are likely to make physical contact in which bones may be broken, there are a set of definite skills that doesn't include the ability to wear sequin-covered spandex, and which doesn't depend upon gravity in order to propel the competitors; they're using their own muscle power.
Now, I have to say this: the hockey in these games was absolutely awesome. Even the Women's Hockey, which I thought was a joke (I still think it is. How can you play hockey without body checking? Children play this way.), but I have to give those ladies thier props; they put in a tremendous effort, they work so hard, and they displayed an awful lot of skill and guts. So much so, that it was almost not-so-weird to watch women playing hockey. I wouldn't go out of my way to find a women's game again, but it was rather entertaining.
As for the Men's hockey, well, how much better does it get than watching Alexander Ovechkin flatten an old and fat Jaromir Jagr at center ice?
(Ed. Note: I tried to upload a video of that open-ice check, but the International Olympic Committee has copyrighted the image. So much for the games being about the spirit of competition, and not money, right?)
The Russian team disappointed me. The Czech Republic intrigued me, and was, if I can admit to a guilty pleasure, my favorite team (I'm a big fan of Patrick Elias), and the combination of Zach Parise/Jamie Langenbrunner for the U.S. Team was everything I love about the sport (Hey, did you notice something? The three players I've named all play for the same team...I wonder, could that be MY favorite team, mayhap?). The Swiss Team was great. The Swedes left me shaking my head. Even watching Germany and Latvia get crushed, there was still some great hockey being played on that ice.
Am I happy that the Canadian swept the Gold Medals in hockey? Hell no. The Canadian Women deserved their medals, I think, and so there's no beef there. The Canadian Men, however, got extremely lucky. Today, all over Canada, newspaper articles are being written about the "greatness" of Roberto Luongo, just as they have been for the last decade (why the Press in Canada continues to beat the drum for a goalie who has always choked in big games is beyond me. Team Canada;s best goalies were on the bench) but the sad truth is this: Roberto Luongo is a loser, always has been, always will be, who was bailed out by one of the top three skill players in the world -- Sidney Crosby.
Sid the Kid...well, I hate him with a passion -- because he's the biggest crybaby on the ice -- but you have to admit that he plays a real pretty game of hockey. That guy has got game. And it's appropos that when the gold medal was on the line, that Canada's greatest player since Gretzky should score the winning goal. Congratulations to Team Canada, Monsieurs and Mademoiselles.
There is the possibility that we won't see professional (at least not NHL-professional) hockey players in the Olympics again. Personally, I can seee why they're here in the first place; I guess with no more Cold War there has to be some sort of draw to make the games interesting and to justify the expense. The current Great World Conflict -- between Civilization and Islam -- can't fill the shoes of the Old U.S.-Soviet ideological conflict, if only because Saudi Arabia doesn't field a hockey team, and you can't do a triple-Lutz in a burhka, hence professional players in what's supposed to be the amateur arena.
I think the league should reconsider that proposition. It's talent, spread across every team in the competition, could get no better showcase. And yes, even if you do have to stop your season for three weeks to accommodate the Olympics, it's worth it because you have no real national television contract in the United States, but people will watch Olympic Hockey, and they'll become fans.
Just like I did in 1980. I grew up in a city that had both the New York Rangers and New York Islanders in their heyday, and as a child played roller hockey in the street, but never watched a hockey game on TV religiously until Al Micheals screamed "Do you believe in miracles?" I've been hooked ever since. Most people who have never watched hockey or followed hockey become fans in much the same way; I can't tell you how many hockey fans I know who weren't until they actually went to a game and saw it close up and personal for the first time.
Anyways, perhaps we could just drop all the bobsledding, cross-country skiing, and 10-year-old, anorexic girls on skates, and 42-pound stones and brooms, and just make the Winter Olympics a three-week-long hockey tournament? Because that was awesome!
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Capitalism LIVES!
The winning combination of silly product and Gilbert Gottfried results in an extremely funny commercial -- and most-assuredly -- financial success.
This commercial, at the very least, should become a Pop-culture phenom. Right up there with "Where's the Beef?" and "I've fallen and I can't get up!"
Do take notice of the physically-challenged, but amazingly-well-preserved Baby-Boomers at whom this commercial is so-obviously aimed.
This commercial, at the very least, should become a Pop-culture phenom. Right up there with "Where's the Beef?" and "I've fallen and I can't get up!"
Do take notice of the physically-challenged, but amazingly-well-preserved Baby-Boomers at whom this commercial is so-obviously aimed.
An Inconvenient Windbag...
Al Gore is back, fighting for his rice bowl.
The issue that Mr. Gore, and many other Tree-Hugging-Hippies miss is this: climate change happens whether or not human beings have a hand in it. I can drag a few hundred scientists into my living room this afternoon who will be all too happy to explain how they know that the very spot I sit on has been covered in ice sheets several miles thick in the recent, geological past. That ice isn't here anymore (although there is an awful lot of snow on the ground right now), and it hasn't been for 20-40,000 years now.
That means the ice disappeared, maybe before this continent was even populated, without the benefit of smokestacks, internal combustion engines and CFCs. That is to say, the ice retreated without the efforts of a single person. The evidence for climate change is everywhere: the Sahara used to be a lush forest, the Southwestern US used to be the site of mangrove swamps. There is evidence of mass-extinctions which may be related to climate change, and evidence of creatures evolving to take advantage of climate change. In fact, some scientists speculate that had it not been for Global Warming, all the oxygen we now breathe would still be encased in glacial ice, meaning we wouldn't be here.
The conclusion: Climate Change is something that occurs naturally, outside the experience and abilities of man to create, predict or control. It has happened many times before and will continue long after mankind has died from Obamacare. The geological and fossil records prove it to be so. The evidence lead some to believe that mankind has very little effect on his environment, or at least not in the way that Mr. Gore and his compatriots would like you to believe we do. The mechanisms -- the science if you will -- of climate change are poorly-understood, and not fully explored, but, Climate Change has become the new Revolutionary chic. All the fashionable people believe in it, and it's really an excuse to exert power over their fellow human beings. It is Communism in newer guise, given the patina of religion by evoking the Noble Savage and Bucolic Nature Worship.
The Cult of the Watermelon (Green on the outside, Red on the Inside) is supported by a series of "official reports" and "scientific papers" which are based upon deliberate falsehoods. The Ten Commandments, if you will, of Global Warming are all predicated on lies; on data that has been fabricated and kept out of the reach of those who might objectively review it, defended by those who have destroyed records and conspired to professionally ruin their intellectual and political adversaries. Some of the men who perpetrated these lies, who are the demigods of the cult, have even confessed to it.
We know the climate will change, Mr. Gore; we just don't believe that adopting Global Communism under the Auspices of the UN will "save" us. We don't believe that arresting the development of the West to fund the development of Everywhere Else is the solution to the problems of poverty or material dearth, and this, at root, is the true purpose of the Global Climate Change crowd; they wish to redistribute the wealth of the West to the Scum of the Earth.
If the Scum want my way of life, then they can do what my forebears and myself have done: go out and build it for themselves. It's not my fault if they live in absolute squalor, steeped in superstition, trapped in cultures which rate child rape, clitorectomy and cannibalism higher than personal rights, technical advancement and freedoms. The forced redistribution of wealth the Tree Huggers scream is the only means to "save" mankind will not help; those societies which suffer in poverty, which live in filth and ignorance, will remain filthy and ignorant, and still poor. They might only be slightly-better dressed.
The issue is not wealth, it is not "redistribution of resources", it isn't boilerplate communism in a new shade of lipstick:
It's culture. Change those cultures where people still crap in their own drinking water and leave their children to die on hillsides, and they'll very quickly become wealthy and self-reliant without an Al Gore or the UN. The Gores and the Watermelons of the world can't change culture; it's too difficult to do by means of persuasion and example. So, force is the only resort. They wish to force the productive to support the unproductive, forever, as a sap to their consciences, and to scratch some mysterious mental itch that they all seem to have which makes them irrationally guilty and overly-emotional. And if they manage to get rich in the process, so much the better.
Never let it be said that communists never appreciate money; they just don't like the people who have it. Al Gore is more concerned these days about his wallet than his scruples.
Al Gore really doesn't give a shit about the planet, because if he did, he wouldn't live in a mansion you could park a 747 in, and which leaks electricity like a sieve. He wouldn't have a houseboat --- with a penthouse on it. He wouldn't fly everywhere he goes on private jets with an entourage of Secret Service Agents and a battalion of sycophants. He wouldn't be writing an article for a newspaper --- which slaughters trees. He wouldn't be concerned about restricting a gas (Carbon dioxide) which is a necessary resource for all life on Earth. He certainly wouldn't be a guy who would be so crass as to make a billion bucks on an invented crisis, would he? I mean, someone this devoted simply couldn't be the same man who happens to run one of the biggest Ponzi-schemes ever devised, the Carbon Credit markets? Don't believe it; Gore, all by himself, is the new Enron.
Al Gore continues to spout his stupidity because Al Gore has a vested interest, a billion-dollar-vested-interest, in doing so. Anything he has to say on the subject of Global Climate Change, Global Warming, a New Ice Age (why is it that the term keeps changing?), or whatever he's selling this week, needs to be taken with a huge dose of scepticism.
The issue that Mr. Gore, and many other Tree-Hugging-Hippies miss is this: climate change happens whether or not human beings have a hand in it. I can drag a few hundred scientists into my living room this afternoon who will be all too happy to explain how they know that the very spot I sit on has been covered in ice sheets several miles thick in the recent, geological past. That ice isn't here anymore (although there is an awful lot of snow on the ground right now), and it hasn't been for 20-40,000 years now.
That means the ice disappeared, maybe before this continent was even populated, without the benefit of smokestacks, internal combustion engines and CFCs. That is to say, the ice retreated without the efforts of a single person. The evidence for climate change is everywhere: the Sahara used to be a lush forest, the Southwestern US used to be the site of mangrove swamps. There is evidence of mass-extinctions which may be related to climate change, and evidence of creatures evolving to take advantage of climate change. In fact, some scientists speculate that had it not been for Global Warming, all the oxygen we now breathe would still be encased in glacial ice, meaning we wouldn't be here.
The conclusion: Climate Change is something that occurs naturally, outside the experience and abilities of man to create, predict or control. It has happened many times before and will continue long after mankind has died from Obamacare. The geological and fossil records prove it to be so. The evidence lead some to believe that mankind has very little effect on his environment, or at least not in the way that Mr. Gore and his compatriots would like you to believe we do. The mechanisms -- the science if you will -- of climate change are poorly-understood, and not fully explored, but, Climate Change has become the new Revolutionary chic. All the fashionable people believe in it, and it's really an excuse to exert power over their fellow human beings. It is Communism in newer guise, given the patina of religion by evoking the Noble Savage and Bucolic Nature Worship.
The Cult of the Watermelon (Green on the outside, Red on the Inside) is supported by a series of "official reports" and "scientific papers" which are based upon deliberate falsehoods. The Ten Commandments, if you will, of Global Warming are all predicated on lies; on data that has been fabricated and kept out of the reach of those who might objectively review it, defended by those who have destroyed records and conspired to professionally ruin their intellectual and political adversaries. Some of the men who perpetrated these lies, who are the demigods of the cult, have even confessed to it.
We know the climate will change, Mr. Gore; we just don't believe that adopting Global Communism under the Auspices of the UN will "save" us. We don't believe that arresting the development of the West to fund the development of Everywhere Else is the solution to the problems of poverty or material dearth, and this, at root, is the true purpose of the Global Climate Change crowd; they wish to redistribute the wealth of the West to the Scum of the Earth.
If the Scum want my way of life, then they can do what my forebears and myself have done: go out and build it for themselves. It's not my fault if they live in absolute squalor, steeped in superstition, trapped in cultures which rate child rape, clitorectomy and cannibalism higher than personal rights, technical advancement and freedoms. The forced redistribution of wealth the Tree Huggers scream is the only means to "save" mankind will not help; those societies which suffer in poverty, which live in filth and ignorance, will remain filthy and ignorant, and still poor. They might only be slightly-better dressed.
The issue is not wealth, it is not "redistribution of resources", it isn't boilerplate communism in a new shade of lipstick:
It's culture. Change those cultures where people still crap in their own drinking water and leave their children to die on hillsides, and they'll very quickly become wealthy and self-reliant without an Al Gore or the UN. The Gores and the Watermelons of the world can't change culture; it's too difficult to do by means of persuasion and example. So, force is the only resort. They wish to force the productive to support the unproductive, forever, as a sap to their consciences, and to scratch some mysterious mental itch that they all seem to have which makes them irrationally guilty and overly-emotional. And if they manage to get rich in the process, so much the better.
Never let it be said that communists never appreciate money; they just don't like the people who have it. Al Gore is more concerned these days about his wallet than his scruples.
Al Gore really doesn't give a shit about the planet, because if he did, he wouldn't live in a mansion you could park a 747 in, and which leaks electricity like a sieve. He wouldn't have a houseboat --- with a penthouse on it. He wouldn't fly everywhere he goes on private jets with an entourage of Secret Service Agents and a battalion of sycophants. He wouldn't be writing an article for a newspaper --- which slaughters trees. He wouldn't be concerned about restricting a gas (Carbon dioxide) which is a necessary resource for all life on Earth. He certainly wouldn't be a guy who would be so crass as to make a billion bucks on an invented crisis, would he? I mean, someone this devoted simply couldn't be the same man who happens to run one of the biggest Ponzi-schemes ever devised, the Carbon Credit markets? Don't believe it; Gore, all by himself, is the new Enron.
Al Gore continues to spout his stupidity because Al Gore has a vested interest, a billion-dollar-vested-interest, in doing so. Anything he has to say on the subject of Global Climate Change, Global Warming, a New Ice Age (why is it that the term keeps changing?), or whatever he's selling this week, needs to be taken with a huge dose of scepticism.
Douchebag of the Week (2/28/10): Louise Slaughter...
(Note: This feature is a bit early this week, as I have much to do on Monday, and blogging will be light-to-nonexistant).
Louise Slaughter (Dingbat, NY) is living proof that no matter what the biological experts have told you, a mule most certainly CAN successfully reproduce...and the end result will be some kind of stubborn, butt-ugly, impenetrably-stupid sort of beast with ungainly features, which emits a loud, ungodly-nasal braying sound that sets the nerves on end so badly that it can cause your scrotum to jump back into your chest cavity.
The Beast can bray all day long, but once you get used to it it's like any other background noise -- after it's initial shard-of-broken-glass-like shock -- and you begin to ignore it, to filter it out. Your subconscious mind decides that if you take this seriously, if you continue to listen to the noise, you will be driven insane and so it blocks it all out, and besides, you've wasted enough time wondering how and why this Beast should sounds like this, and decide that you have better things to do. Before you know it, years have passed, and you've forgotten the painful sights and sounds associated with the Beast.
Years later, when you are reminded of the Beast, you find it has had an awful lot to say in the intervening years. But you haven't been listening for a long time, and so you've barely remembered how monumentally-stupid it was back when you first heard it, and think it couldn't possibly have gotten worse with the passage of time. Now, when you've been forced to take notice again the Godawful Noise comes back and it's spouting things that defy the boundaries of simple words like "stupid", "idiotic", "retarded". A new class of adjectives might be required. And somehow, you realize, this Beast that you once ignored has somehow managed to make a successful career out of useless, painful noise and stupefaction.
Such are the qualities of Representative Louise Slaughter. Yet another Carpetbagger (why is it that this state continually looks outside it's own borders for it's liberal Congressional representation?) she's managed to reverse the old formula of Reconstruction -- a period that she's old enough to remember well -- and move from Kentucky to New York to bring her special brand of bullshit. She's been in the Congress for a very long time, alternately vegetating and gathering dust, and now Alzheimer's might be setting in, because she doesn't sound reasonable or very coherent. She's getting worse in her Old Age (it's said that Louise is so old that when she attended school, there was no such thing as history). The only thing more dangerous than letting an elderly and apparently-confused Louise Slaughter at an open microphone on national television, is to let her at an open microphone so that she can tell the outrageous -- and so-obviously-totally-contrived -- tragedy of a woman who had to use second-hand dentures. Worse, she might regale you with some nonsense about how an insurance company now considers domestic violence to be a pre-existing condition. The resulting footage is hardly very pretty.
After a hard day of listening to President Obama fall in love with the sound of his own voice all over again at the Potemkin-Health Care Summit, and having delivered her Dentures and Dignity diatribe, Louise slipped back into her coffin for a quick afternoon nap, taking the opportunity to have her fangs (no second-hand oral prosthetics here!) sent out to be cleaned and sharpened so that she could sink them into something she really and truly cares about even more than fictional women who swipe their dead sisters' upper plates;
Prosecuting CIA agents who interrogate terrorists.
I wonder, would Louise consider it a gross violation of human rights if terrorists were forced to use second-hand dentures? She probably thinks it evil that we have dedicated professionals doing the things that need to be done in order to defend this country against those who would kill us. No dentures for the indigent is a crime in her mind, but defending the country she wants to cough up the free phony ivories is a no-no. Getting taxpayer-subsidized choppers is a human right, being able to walk down the street without having to dodge airliners and falling office towers is not. Because of the activities of our CIA, FBI and Military interrogators, Louise Slaughter and her cohorts of the Criminally Stupid everywhere are able to live in a world where they have time to devote to this sort of nonsense, where they can earn a really good living being an idiot in public, and still remain safe enough to reorder their personal priorities so that the subject of hand-me-down teeth takes precedence over physical security and liberties.
People who are capable of thinking this way are every bit as dangerous a terrorists. Perhaps we should waterboard them, too? People like this drop IQ points with every bathroom visit.
The law which she tried to introduce by underhanded means -- and which the House dems quickly yanked off the floor when it was discovered -- was stuck into an amendment which was itself stuck into another amendment which authorized the extension of certain aspects of the Patriot Act -- you know, that evil piece of Bushitler legislation that dems all screamed was a violation of basic human and civil rights, but have voted to extend four or five times already?
The super-secret-camouflaged-stealthy amendment would have held our intelligence folks at risk of criminal prosecution if they so much as sneezed in the direction of a terrorist in custody. If they made a terrorist physically or mentally uncomfortable, if they ridiculed him, if they demeaned and degraded or tricked him, if they played upon his fears and cultural taboos in order to get information, the interrogators could be prosecuted and sent to prison. She tried to sneak this amendment in, literally, in the dark of night, and in a way which precluded any debate on it. In fact, had someone not been alert enough to question what the Amendment was -- on the House floor and as it was being added -- it would have passed into law without anyone knowing...except the first people to be prosecuted.
A classically-douchey move all around. Nice going, Louise.
Look up "Douchebag" in the dictionary, and you'll probably find a picture of Louise Slaughter somewhere next to the definition. We salute you, Louise Slaughter. Congratulations on being named as the biggest douchebag in America this week.
Louise Slaughter (Dingbat, NY) is living proof that no matter what the biological experts have told you, a mule most certainly CAN successfully reproduce...and the end result will be some kind of stubborn, butt-ugly, impenetrably-stupid sort of beast with ungainly features, which emits a loud, ungodly-nasal braying sound that sets the nerves on end so badly that it can cause your scrotum to jump back into your chest cavity.
The Beast can bray all day long, but once you get used to it it's like any other background noise -- after it's initial shard-of-broken-glass-like shock -- and you begin to ignore it, to filter it out. Your subconscious mind decides that if you take this seriously, if you continue to listen to the noise, you will be driven insane and so it blocks it all out, and besides, you've wasted enough time wondering how and why this Beast should sounds like this, and decide that you have better things to do. Before you know it, years have passed, and you've forgotten the painful sights and sounds associated with the Beast.
Years later, when you are reminded of the Beast, you find it has had an awful lot to say in the intervening years. But you haven't been listening for a long time, and so you've barely remembered how monumentally-stupid it was back when you first heard it, and think it couldn't possibly have gotten worse with the passage of time. Now, when you've been forced to take notice again the Godawful Noise comes back and it's spouting things that defy the boundaries of simple words like "stupid", "idiotic", "retarded". A new class of adjectives might be required. And somehow, you realize, this Beast that you once ignored has somehow managed to make a successful career out of useless, painful noise and stupefaction.
Such are the qualities of Representative Louise Slaughter. Yet another Carpetbagger (why is it that this state continually looks outside it's own borders for it's liberal Congressional representation?) she's managed to reverse the old formula of Reconstruction -- a period that she's old enough to remember well -- and move from Kentucky to New York to bring her special brand of bullshit. She's been in the Congress for a very long time, alternately vegetating and gathering dust, and now Alzheimer's might be setting in, because she doesn't sound reasonable or very coherent. She's getting worse in her Old Age (it's said that Louise is so old that when she attended school, there was no such thing as history). The only thing more dangerous than letting an elderly and apparently-confused Louise Slaughter at an open microphone on national television, is to let her at an open microphone so that she can tell the outrageous -- and so-obviously-totally-contrived -- tragedy of a woman who had to use second-hand dentures. Worse, she might regale you with some nonsense about how an insurance company now considers domestic violence to be a pre-existing condition. The resulting footage is hardly very pretty.
After a hard day of listening to President Obama fall in love with the sound of his own voice all over again at the Potemkin-Health Care Summit, and having delivered her Dentures and Dignity diatribe, Louise slipped back into her coffin for a quick afternoon nap, taking the opportunity to have her fangs (no second-hand oral prosthetics here!) sent out to be cleaned and sharpened so that she could sink them into something she really and truly cares about even more than fictional women who swipe their dead sisters' upper plates;
Prosecuting CIA agents who interrogate terrorists.
I wonder, would Louise consider it a gross violation of human rights if terrorists were forced to use second-hand dentures? She probably thinks it evil that we have dedicated professionals doing the things that need to be done in order to defend this country against those who would kill us. No dentures for the indigent is a crime in her mind, but defending the country she wants to cough up the free phony ivories is a no-no. Getting taxpayer-subsidized choppers is a human right, being able to walk down the street without having to dodge airliners and falling office towers is not. Because of the activities of our CIA, FBI and Military interrogators, Louise Slaughter and her cohorts of the Criminally Stupid everywhere are able to live in a world where they have time to devote to this sort of nonsense, where they can earn a really good living being an idiot in public, and still remain safe enough to reorder their personal priorities so that the subject of hand-me-down teeth takes precedence over physical security and liberties.
People who are capable of thinking this way are every bit as dangerous a terrorists. Perhaps we should waterboard them, too? People like this drop IQ points with every bathroom visit.
The law which she tried to introduce by underhanded means -- and which the House dems quickly yanked off the floor when it was discovered -- was stuck into an amendment which was itself stuck into another amendment which authorized the extension of certain aspects of the Patriot Act -- you know, that evil piece of Bushitler legislation that dems all screamed was a violation of basic human and civil rights, but have voted to extend four or five times already?
The super-secret-camouflaged-stealthy amendment would have held our intelligence folks at risk of criminal prosecution if they so much as sneezed in the direction of a terrorist in custody. If they made a terrorist physically or mentally uncomfortable, if they ridiculed him, if they demeaned and degraded or tricked him, if they played upon his fears and cultural taboos in order to get information, the interrogators could be prosecuted and sent to prison. She tried to sneak this amendment in, literally, in the dark of night, and in a way which precluded any debate on it. In fact, had someone not been alert enough to question what the Amendment was -- on the House floor and as it was being added -- it would have passed into law without anyone knowing...except the first people to be prosecuted.
A classically-douchey move all around. Nice going, Louise.
Look up "Douchebag" in the dictionary, and you'll probably find a picture of Louise Slaughter somewhere next to the definition. We salute you, Louise Slaughter. Congratulations on being named as the biggest douchebag in America this week.
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