Believe it, don’t believe it, kinda believe it. Your call. I’m just the (thirdhand) messenger.
Me? Well, let’s just say you can go ahead and call me “racist” right now.
Believe it, don’t believe it, kinda believe it. Your call. I’m just the (thirdhand) messenger.
Me? Well, let’s just say you can go ahead and call me “racist” right now.
Not a big believer in the Insider. Too much that we WANT to believe.
I’m really skeptical. I mean, I can see where it would be the one thing he thinks he can control and I’ve never thought of him as a pacifist (just a pussy) but still. Maybe its that the war on terror seems to be the only thing he’s had success with during his administration. If its true, it sounds like he’s heading for a nervous breakdown of some kind. Next he’ll be snorting lines of coke off Moochelle and shouting “Say Hello to My Leetle Drone”
There’s an image I did not need in my brain…
I don’t know what to think because I’m still that Obama is a holographic composite figure drawn from a variety of cyborgs and zombies.
still convinced that …
The comments over there are very interesting.
I’m not a nutjob. In fact, I’m a pretty bright guy. So allow me to paraphrase Verbal Kint (and Baudelaire): “The greatest trick the transationalist Marxist movement ever pulled was convincing the world it didn’t exist.”
I’m nobody’s fucking pawn.
WHI existence or not, I’ve been thinking about domestic drone use for a while. The perfect tool of an intrusive government. Next step is for police to militarize them (arm them) and you’ve got a great anti-rabble (us) weapon.
I don’t worry about SkyNet; I worry about TSANet.
When fascism come to America, it will be wrapped in a gov’t run healthcare plan, inside a 32 oz soda bottle carried by an armed unmanned drone with trans-fat detectors.
– I dimly recall that many moons ago, and I’m paraphrasing here, Darleen wrote a piece charaterising the Progressive movement before it took power as just another “garden variety group of mini-tyrrants who espoused hunam caring while wanting to hold the whip”, or some such thiung. So picturing Bummblefuck salivating over drone strike footage in no way stretches the imagination.
– Its easy to believe his one great discovery for the past 3+ years is how limited his powers really are. Probably the mother of all possible broken dreams for a Marxiso-social-narrcisist I would think.
– But tintillating as that might be, its not significant in its self. More interesting would be a followup to the questions of the “Chicago connection” which appeared to elicit a rapid response from the WHI.
– Who would have access to that sort of information, and of course too specific in details and his cover is blown, assuming its a “he”.
– But then, knoiwing the Orwelian mindset of the Left, WHI could be a plant.
– Bottom line, it needs to play out.
I hate dialogue like that. I hate interviews like that. I detest conversations like that.
Last week I read within the comments to an article on a science fiction writer whose writing is considered excellent but whose politics is seriously flawed. The commenter insisted the writing is flawed too and used ‘on the nose’ to describe stilted dialogue that addresses plot elements directly. People don’t talk like that. This is the polar opposite of that, dialogue so oblique you want to punch to person for leaving out so much and for assuming so much and then getting mad when asked to be specific. I DID THAT ALREADY BEFORE, ONCE.
The description of the presidential situation was beautiful, it fits my expectations precisely, every single hour planned down to the spoken words like being in prison except a little worse and simultaneously a lot better, but there is one thing, that drone thing, man, play that over and over. You’ve seen the war porn and it is impressive, awesome, frightening. The interviewee is having us imagine commanding all that and what the knowledge of commanding that would do to the imagination. That is very appealing imagery for an Obama cynic such as myself to grab onto and hold. Too appealing. Cartoonishly appealing.
Whenever I hear about drones operating over the US, I think of the fate of the one the animal “rights” nutjobs tried to fly over a pigeon shoot.
And yet, that’s what is relied upon to keep us from believing it — the fact that we simply can’t accept that we believe the dude’s as fucked up as we (must then) have been pretending him to be.
It is the strangest of bureaucratic rituals: Every week or so, more than 100 members of the government’s sprawling national security apparatus gather, by secure video teleconference, to pore over terrorist suspects’ biographies and recommend to the president who should be the next to die. This secret ‘nominations’ process is an invention of the Obama administration, a grim debating society that vets the PowerPoint slides bearing the names, aliases, and life stories of suspected members of Al Qaeda’s branch in Yemen or its allies in Somalia’s Shabab militia. The nominations go to the White House, where by his own insistence and guided by [counterterrorism ‘tsar’ John O.] Brennan, Mr. Obama must approve any name.
http://www.thenation.com/article/168229/assassin-chief-oval-office
The ongoing play between Bill Clinton and Barry Obama tends mightily to undermine the claim that Obama is a prudential pragmatist, for had that been the case, Obama would never have committed the egregious insults on Clinton he has been happy to dish out since his rise in 2007.
Nope, it’s simply more proof — as if we were in need of it! — that Obama is a commonplace con-man, dumb as a stump while imagining himself a superior intellect having one over on the entire world.
I’m personally loving watching Bill Clinton play Minnesota Fats and clear the table while Obama looks on thinking “What just happened here?”
Just between Bill & Hill, Mitt is known as H. W. Romney.