May 7, 2014

Dear Jay Rockefeller (D-Legacy rich):

It's one thing to openly engage in race baiting on the floor of the Senate.  It's another thing entirely to sell the indignation you pretend to affect.

So when you say, in your lolling monotone, that there are people on the Senate Finance committee who refuse to support yet another "infrastructure investment" -- having seen once how "shovel ready jobs" were actually crony payouts and phony green boondoggles -- because the President proposing them "is the wrong color," at least have the guts to specify against whom you're leveling the odious (and perfunctory-sounding) charge of racism.

Because here's the thing, Senator:  while many of us really DO object to Obama's policies based on his color, the color we object to is red, not black. We are free market capitalists. And we reject the attempts by red-diaper babies to "fundamentally transform us."

So. Kindly take your divisive rhetoric -- which we all know you don't truly believe -- wrap it up in the finest cavier your grandfather's money can buy you, and shove it up your pampered ass.

-- Or, I suppose, if you don't wish to do it yourself -- you are, after all, nothing if not refined -- you can have one of your domestics do it for you.   None of whom, I'm sure, are anywhere near brownish in hue.

Short of that, I ask respectfully that you shut your hypocritical pie hole until such time as either you have something sensible and worthwhile to say, or until said pie hole belches out its final poisonous CO2 burp and you're ushered off to that great big Country Club in the sky.

Thanks much!

Sincerely,

protein wisdom

ps. If you see him, tell Charlie Crist to go suck a bag of dicks. The only thing worse than a pandering one-man clown car is a pandering one-man clown car who was actively championed by the GOP establishment, right before he lost his re-election bid and found his "liberation" in becoming a Democrat, signaling just how close the two ruling class parties truly are in governmental philosophy.

Which, he has a point. Not having any principles, and having your moral compass set to relativism and popular, media-created consensus, IS liberating. It's just that it's also disgustingly opportunistic. And the reason no one on either side really trusts you.

Just ask Charles Johnson.

Posted by Jeff G. @ 10:01am
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  1. When names aren’t named. There oughta be a game show.

    How about?: Guess the Racist!

    Or: Who’s the Homophobe?

    And: Hunt Down the Christian!

    With the ancillary: Find the Jew!

    Maybe even: Which one is the Totalitarian?

    ” . . . there are impulses in the government every day . . . ” — “. . . I sense that some on the left . . .” — “There are some in this building . . .”

  2. It’s not even like this is a new development. Who Goes Nazi? goes back at least as far as 1941!

  3. Mr. A has a life that is established according to a certain form of personal behavior. Although he has no money, his unostentatious distinction and education have always assured him a position. He has never been engaged in sharp competition. He is a free man. I doubt whether ever in his life he has done anything he did not want to do or anything that was against his code. Nazism wouldn’t fit in with his standards and he has never become accustomed to making concessions.

    Mr. B has risen beyond his real abilities by virtue of health, good looks, and being a good mixer. He married for money and he has done lots of other things for money. His code is not his own; it is that of his class—no worse, no better, He fits easily into whatever pattern is successful. That is his sole measure of value—success. Nazism as a minority movement would not attract him. As a movement likely to attain power, it would.

    The saturnine man over there talking with a lovely French emigree is already a Nazi. Mr. C is a brilliant and embittered intellectual. He was a poor white-trash Southern boy, a scholarship student at two universities where he took all the scholastic honors but was never invited to join a fraternity. His brilliant gifts won for him successively higher government positions, partnership in a prominent law firm, and eventually a highly paid job as a Wall Street adviser…

    He is a snob, loathing his own snobbery… Even more than he hates the class into which he has insecurely risen, does he hate the people from whom he came… He loathes everything that reminds him of his origins and his humiliations.

    Sound like anyone you’d recognize?

  4. Minus the brilliant part, sure.

  5. “Sound like anyone you’d recognize?”

    In the manner of Genjisss KAAAHHHhhhnnnn.

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