Don’t feel like answering questions? Simply don’t show up for your debate. After all, the rubes are stupid, and name recognition and incumbency are what win elections, not policy positions or character, right, Senator Hagan?
North Carolina Republican Party Chairman Claude E. Pope, Jr. put it well:
“Senator Hagan works for the people of North Carolina – and they expect her to show up for work. Tonight, she had an opportunity to answer questions about her ‘stimulus’ payday, her Ebola travel ban flip-flop, and her decision to skip a classified briefing on the Islamic State for a fundraiser on Park Avenue. She had an opportunity, at long last, to lay out a positive vision for growth and jobs. She did not,” Pope said, going on to praise [Republican Senatorial challenger Thom] Tillis for his performance.
No worries. The Duke corridor and the Raleigh liberals will still pull the lever for her. After all, it’s party uber alles these days, and political affiliations are like badges of intellectual conspicuous consumption among a certain set.
That it shows them to be the opposite of what they suppose seems lost on them: shallow, superficial, and coddling of cronyism, enormous government, and despicable thieves and liars who just happen to have the proper political pedigree and party affiliation appended to their names.
It’s so very…sad.
Here’s the caveat: if you are actually someone who does take it seriously? You should really consider having your tubes tied or your uterus removed entirely. Or put another way, please, for the love of God, don’t procreate — even if pregnancy occurs accidentally, say, because there’s a statewide run on condoms and you can find no other way to prevent the sperm and egg from befriending one another, and for some reason you can’t find a doctor willing to drive a scissors through the head of a pre-born human; give him or her up for adoption and maybe ask for a tax write-off.
Also, stop using the word “science” as a kind of empty signifier. It’s embarrassing. And it makes my teeth itch. Like Senator Udall’s seemingly obsessive and awkward interest in Colorado women’s vaginal usages.
Like, so what else is new?
The other day I was talking to a senior Obama administration official about the foreign leader who seems to frustrate the White House and the State Department the most. “The thing about Bibi is, he’s a chickenshit,” this official said, referring to the Israeli prime minister, Benjamin Netanyahu, by his nickname.
This comment is representative of the gloves-off manner in which American and Israeli officials now talk about each other behind closed doors, and is yet another sign that relations between the Obama and Netanyahu governments have moved toward a full-blown crisis. The relationship between these two administrations— dual guarantors of the putatively “unbreakable” bond between the U.S. and Israel—is now the worst it’s ever been, and it stands to get significantly worse after the November midterm elections. By next year, the Obama administration may actually withdraw diplomatic cover for Israel at the United Nations, but even before that, both sides are expecting a showdown over Iran, should an agreement be reached about the future of its nuclear program.
The fault for this breakdown in relations can be assigned in good part to the junior partner in the relationship, Netanyahu, and in particular, to the behavior of his cabinet. Netanyahu has told several people I’ve spoken to in recent days that he has “written off” the Obama administration, and plans to speak directly to Congress and to the American people should an Iran nuclear deal be reached. For their part, Obama administration officials express, in the words of one official, a “red-hot anger” at Netanyahu for pursuing settlement policies on the West Bank, and building policies in Jerusalem, that they believe have fatally undermined Secretary of State John Kerry’s peace process.
Over the years, Obama administration officials have described Netanyahu to me as recalcitrant, myopic, reactionary, obtuse, blustering, pompous, and “Aspergery.” (These are verbatim descriptions; I keep a running list.) But I had not previously heard Netanyahu described as a “chickenshit.” I thought I appreciated the implication of this description, but it turns out I didn’t have a full understanding. From time to time, current and former administration officials have described Netanyahu as a national leader who acts as though he is mayor of Jerusalem, which is to say, a no-vision small-timer who worries mainly about pleasing the hardest core of his political constituency. (President Obama, in interviews with me, has alluded to Netanyahu’s lack of political courage.) [...]
I ran this notion by another senior official who deals with the Israel file regularly. This official agreed that Netanyahu is a “chickenshit” on matters related to the comatose peace process, but added that he’s also a “coward” on the issue of Iran’s nuclear threat. The official said the Obama administration no longer believes that Netanyahu would launch a preemptive strike on Iran’s nuclear facilities in order to keep the regime in Tehran from building an atomic arsenal. “It’s too late for him to do anything. Two, three years ago, this was a possibility. But ultimately he couldn’t bring himself to pull the trigger. It was a combination of our pressure and his own unwillingness to do anything dramatic. Now it’s too late.”
… stay home, m’kay?
Of course the Left clutched their pearls and looked for the fainting couch when a host on The Five dared suggest that some young women haven’t acquired the knowledge or experience to make an informed vote.
Yet it appears that Cosmo is proving FoxNews right by counting on getting the fluff-brains to the polls for Democrats by appealing to their libido, not their brains.
Shirtless male models and party buses are being offered to encourage female students at North Carolina State University to get out and vote during the Nov. 4 midterm elections. NC State students looking to vote will have the option of taking “a party bus equipped with snacks, prizes and shirtless male models” provided by Cosmopolitan magazine, student newspaper, Technician Online, reports. Colleges around the country were eligible for Cosmo’s contest prize, but the battleground state school is the winner.
I wonder if these girls have any clue what the phrase “bread and circuses” means?
Ok. To pursue the case against my brother the lawyer is asking for a $12,500 retainer. We, as you know, just bought a house — and rented out our other house rather than selling it, which seemed the better investment — and as a result are cash poor right now. So unless the attorney is willing to work with us on a payment plan, guess the old cancer-ridden gal who was dumped penniless into an assisted care facility, where she shares a room with two other sadsacks, is well and truly fucked, and “Goldie” gets to keep his booty.
Yes, I know: Life isn’t fair, wear a helmet, etc. But here’s a new one to mull over: when you try to teach your own children that crime doesn’t pay, make sure they don’t have a bloated, moronic sociopath for an uncle who, despite his numerous imbecilic maneuvers and the visible paper trail he’s left documenting his malfeasance, has in fact made it pay, and quite handsomely so — retired on a Florida beach at 44, owning a condo and a new car outright, plus squatting on the rest of the proceeds from the sale of the house, my father’s life insurance, bonds, pension, and an IRA — or else the lesson may seem rather forced and not terribly believable. To the more astute child.
Never having to make a rent payment or a mortgage payment in your life, and sponging up money off the mother you got to treat like a dog while she paid for your drug habit? That sounds like pretty sweet gig, if you can get past the whole morality thing.
In other news, congrats to Colt McCoy. Quite a gamer, that little dude is.
Now, back to my increasingly heavy and worrisome drinking. End of vent. And apologies to you lawyers out there, most of whom I am sure are good people. The market is what the market is. I understand that. I’m just feeling ground down.
When I sober back up, I’ll try to make this work somehow. Because what other choice do I have? At the very least, maybe the little bastard will have to do some jail time.
Sounds like the start of a joke, or a piece from The Onion. However, at one of the State Universities (San Diego) in the Socialist State of California, QPCC students not only demand that the mascot of an Aztec Warrior be banned, but that any new mascot cannot “use, hold, or operate anything resembling a man-made weapon,”.
n an official resolution submitted earlier this month to the student government, the SDSU Queer People of Color Collective called for the immediate end to any association with “Aztec” culture.
“The continued use of the name ‘Aztec’ and the ‘Aztec Warrior’ mascot perpetuate harmful stereotypes of Native Americans, including the notion that Native Americans are innately violent, dangerous, and ‘savage,’ which is demonstrated by the Aztec Warrior’s aggressive body language, the Aztec Warrior’s use of a spear at special events, the use of a spear on the SDSU Athletics Logo which is printed on uniforms and SDSU memorabilia, and the slogan ‘fear the spear,’ ” the resolution states.
The resolution also calls on the university to keep in mind the appropriateness, viability and general appeal when creating or choosing a new mascot. The students would also like to see a weapons ban instituted – that is, the new mascot cannot “use, hold, or operate anything resembling a man-made weapon,” the resolution states.
Any person with a passing knowledge of the history of Central America knows that the Aztec culture is one of the bloodiest, murderous, genocidal of “native” cultures in the pre-Columbian era. Indeed, it would have been impossible for Cortez to get anywhere near defeating the Aztecs without the enthusiastic support of other aboriginal groups who had been systemically conquered and abused by the Aztecs.
QPCC appears to want to not only perpetuate the snort-worthy stereotype of the Noble
Savage Native living in harmony with Mother Gaia until Evil.White.Males came with guns and smallpox blankets.
The enduring legacy:
Although most Americans were familiar with Reagan from his movies, this was the first many had glimpsed of his politics. A Democrat for most of his life, he had only recently switched to the Republican Party, and he agreed to try to help rescue the doomed Barry Goldwater campaign in the final weeks before the election.
The Reagan whom Americans saw on the night of Oct. 27, 1964, was not the avuncular, optimistic Reagan of his film roles, or of his subsequent political career that emphasized “morning in America” and the “shining city on a hill,” but a comparatively angry and serious Reagan, serving up partisan red meat against liberalism and the Democrats. “Our natural, unalienable rights are now considered to be a dispensation of government,” he declared, “and freedom has never been so fragile, so close to slipping from our grasp as it is at this moment.”
The speech couldn’t save Goldwater. And his landslide defeat by President Lyndon Johnson was thought at the time to represent a sweeping repudiation of conservatism. Yet “A Time for Choosing” created a groundswell of support for Reagan’s own entry into electoral politics two years later. It also provided a template — an understanding of government as ruinously ambitious and out of control, projecting weakness and uncertainty to our enemies abroad — that still defines conservatism today.
Even people who speak with a British accent can sometimes still sound absolutely ignorant and imbecilic.
Hi, all. Checking in again to let you all know what’s been going on. Still haven’t heard back from the Detective in MD — two voice messages and one email message — but I’ll stay on that. Today, I’m having my Mother sign a document stating unequivocally that she wishes to have her assets returned, and that my brother has not been paying for her upkeep, as their implied agreement with respect to his power of attorney called for. More, I’m supposed to be getting a second call from a lawyer I spoke with on Friday about filing a constructive trust (thanks to long-time reader and estate attorney Randall for that advice).
I’m not going to sugar-coat things: I’ve been disappointed thus far with the non-response from the Detective; and one attorney I left a message with still hasn’t ever called back. So I feel like I’m fighting an uphill battle being here in Colorado, especially because it makes me easy to blow off, I guess. Mother’s condition is, sad to say, fairly grave. Not certain yet what the treatment protocol will be, but I guess I’ll find that out in the next few days or so. Rumor is, my brother canceled her original life insurance policy back after my Father passed in 2010; too, he claims he just canceled a second policy he took out on her himself, which is rather stupid, considering he likely named himself beneficiary — but he isn’t a criminal mastermind, rather a spiteful, entitled, rather useless carbon footprint gliding lazily through life, and his reason for canceling it was to make sure the rest of the remaining family will have to pay for the inevitable expenses that come along with end of life care. He even called my sister the other day to tell her he was on the beach, enjoying his day, “Goldie” doing that “Goldie” thang, bullshitting and squatting fatly in overlong shorts, his muffin-top baking to a ruddy brown.
With all this happening back in Maryland and Florida, I have things I’m dealing with on the home front. My wife, as many of you know, travels rather regularly for business, so I can’t leave my boys to travel back to Baltimore with any consistency or regularity. And today alone, I’m dealing with an appliance installer, who we’ve had to coordinate with a tiler through the warranty people, to have a range hood removed, some tiles repaired, and then the range re-installed (hoping I can raise the lawyer or the Detective while that’s happening). Later, we have the Orkin guy coming by to try to identify an infestation of tiny, white-assed bugs that have overtaken our front porch. After which, I would like him to murder them all and salt the earth where their corpses lay. I also have to be here to sign for deliveries of some fans (a month late); and replacement glass for Satch’s desk, the first panes of glass having arrived in millions of pieces, a few of which end up in my hand when I opened the box. Then it’s on to moving some steel filing cabinets, stapling down garage door opener wiring and then taping it to the dry wall, taking possession of the pair of subwoofers the low-volt company never installed (I thought the systems we purchased with the house came with in-wall subwoofers, and that the wiring was at issue; instead, turns out we overspent for some mid-range stand-alones that we’ve been paying for for a couple of months but have never had). Tomorrow, the electricians will be by to install two dedicated circuits where they were supposed to be installed initially, after which I suppose we’ll be setting up a time for the dry wall repair necessitated by all this.
Still haven’t gotten the dual 50-gallon water tanks running serially. Still haven’t had the laundry room sink installed. Still haven’t gotten the replacement sinks installed. And — thanks to a quick Craigslist sale — we are without any dining chairs at the moment.
— All of which is, I’m sure, fascinating to you.
At any rate, on the political front, I’ve been trying to keep up, at least locally. And my experience is likely similar to the experiences of many of those who are in locales where competitive races are being fought. Here in Colorado, Governor Hickenlooper is running on his staunch pro-business centrism, which of course is belied by his Bloomberg-pushed 180 on gun control, a move that forced Magpul out of Colorado; “Hick,” for all his posturing, has always been part of the ruling class donut hole — the Denver, Boulder welter of superficial liberal Democrats that rules the rubes who themselves locally elect representatives who, I’m proud to say, told Hickenlooper they wouldn’t be abiding any new gun laws he signed, based as they were on an embarrassing misunderstanding of firearms by bona fide idiots like Diana DeGette (who opened her mouth and removed all doubt, as they say), a surreal condescension toward college-aged women (notoriously, Colorado D House member Joe Salazar said women didn’t need guns when they could just piss on a rapist, or vomit, or just yell), and just overall legislative douchiness that led to the recall of the president of the Colorado Senate, John Morse, who has since become a kind of hero to the anti-gun, pro-tyranny left. Ads against Hickenlooper’s opponent Bob Beauprez consist of glowering music over which women speak of his wanting to climb right up in their uteri and stitch them shut or some such — at least until it’s time to push out a baby, preferably a white one. Also, he’s tied to “big corporations.” And has often voted for things that enrich these sinister “big businesses” — which, while I’m no economist, seems to be the proper way to run capitalism, provided he was voting for free market principles and not engaging in cronyism like that of, say, the government throwing tons of money Tesla’s way, only to wind up with a nice-looking, overpriced, “eco-friendly” status vehicle that only rich Boulderites would be stupid enough to buy.
Senator Mark Udall is running on a similar platform: vote for Cory Gardner and you’ll be forced to carry babies. No birth control for you, women! He’s going to take away your choice! Disempower you and your vaginal muscles. Hell, ole’ Cory may just come over and bang you himself, then write laws (somehow — because evidently none of this has ever been litigated and there are no Supreme Court rulings on abortion “rights” or protections for birth control, right?) to compel you to carry the babies to term, then put them into Christian schools and fill their heads with fundamentalist Biblethumping nonsense.
— Not only that, by Cory is a climate denier. Who probably hates minorities and the elderly and the very children he demands be born. Think on that. And shudder.
The truth is, Gardner is one of these garden variety establishment types running on an appeal to common-sense bipartisanship. He’s not my choice for anything, but he’s better than Udall, who doesn’t believe ISIS/L is a threat to the US and who voted with Obama 99% of the time.
So for yet another election cycle, the left is going back to its tired playbook: run a series of ads featuring women pretending to be in fear for their birth control; try to tie Republicans to “big corporations” and “climate denial”; and then sprinkle in racial overtones while pandering to every identity group that wants something from other people’s tax monies.
It’s revolting. It’s dishonest. And it’s entirely predictable.
And yet we here in Colorado fell for it last time when Ken Buck — an actual conservative — was defeated by Michael Bennet — an actual moron. The ads were all the same: Buck would take away your “choice” and force you to spend time barefoot baking pies for your man, and women seem incapable in Colorado of understanding that Senators don’t have this power. (Buck, incidentally, is running for Gardner’s vacated House seat).
Too, Chuck Schumer is predicting the Democrats will hold the Senate despite polling info that gives and 11% edge to the GOP when the question asked is “who should run Congress.” Leading me to believe he knows something, and that for instance the “calibration” problems affecting Republicans in Illinois may not happen all over the country.
That’s not paranoid conspiracy-mongering, either. The ends justify the means to these people. It’s right there in the handbook for tyrants. Which is what makes it so truly frightening.
So. Nice to catch up. But the range hood guy is here, and I have to go try to contact a Detective, have an old neighbor check on the family home (we found an MLS sales number, but the deed has never been switched out of my mother’s name), as well as call my father’s old employer to find out about his pension.
I may be the first person whose cause of death is officially listed as “worried too much.” In which case, I want my tombstone to read, “I knew I should have smoked more weed.”
The phrase “lone wolf” is about as credible as “workplace violence.”
When I last wrote about this subject, I called them “homegrown” terrorists, the phrase of the month a year and a half ago. Back then, such imaginary monsters were bombing marathons; today they are shooting Canadian parliamentarians and security guards, and attacking NYPD guys with their jihadi axes.
It doesn’t really matter what you call them, because they’re figments of the “expert” imagination. The legend-mavens tell us that there are “normal” Americans (this part is very important) who somehow just go bad, and turn into murderous terrorists. There is no foreign input, no alien country or intelligence service, no global conspiracy. The terrorists are homegrown and they are on their own. Lone wolves. [...]
There ARE homegrown terrorists, like the Unabomber, but these aren’t the people we’re talking about just now. Unabomber is a nut, but he’s a distinctly American nut, and definitely a lone wolf. The so-called lone wolves of recent days–the killer in Canada, the axeman in New York, and, we should add, the Oklahama City decapitator–aren’t loners, they’re members. They’ve been inspired by local or online jihadis.
Another thing. These jihadis often turn out to be converts, even “recent converts.”
Words like “convert” often slide past our active attention, but we should focus on them. The act of conversion requires the convert to join a religious community, and may require other actions. Converts to Islam, for example, are usually required to be circumcised, although I find that some online Muslim recruiting sites will tell you that you can avoid it if the thought is just too terrible. The sites do say that you can convert on your own; you don’t have to show up at a mosque to become a Muslim, all you have to do is swear an oath to Allah.
But then you’ve got to participate. And since the Koran is an Arabic text, you’d best learn some Arabic. The site will guide you to the local mosque where you can pursue your Islamic education.
The point being: converts are the opposite of lone wolves because they need help (do you think they circumcise themselves? Or study Arabic alone?). They are entering a new world–it’s why they are converting, after all–and it behooves us to take a careful look at the psychological dynamics of their transition.