Barack Obama is being politically crushed in a vise. From above, by elite opinion about his competence. From below, by mass anger and anxiety over unemployment. And it is too late for him to do anything about this predicament until after November's elections.
With the exception of core Obama Administration loyalists, most politically engaged elites have reached the same conclusions: the White House is in over its head, isolated, insular, arrogant and clueless about how to get along with or persuade members of Congress, the media, the business community or working-class voters. This view is held by Fox News pundits, executives and anchors at the major old-media outlets, reporters who cover the White House, Democratic and Republican congressional leaders and governors, many Democratic business people and lawyers who raised big money for Obama in 2008, and even some members of the Administration just beyond the inner circle.
It really is beginning to be a pastime, a hobby - documenting the omens and portents of impeding celebrity meltdown as the elections draw nigh. It's better than reading goat entrails (Nickie always wants certain parts); these pampered, privileged patricians and practitioners of the performing arts are going right out of their high society minds.
Actor John Cusack went on a caustic Twitter rampage Sunday evening, attacking former House Majority Leader Dick Armey, former House Speaker Newt Gingrich and Fox News.
“I AM FOR A SATANIC DEATH CULT CENTER AT FOX NEWS HQ AND OUTSIDE THE OFFICES OF DICK ARMEY AND NEWT GINGRICH-and all the GOP WELFARE FREAKS,” Cusack tweeted.
And not just any death center will do for Mr. Cusack. A Satanic Death Cult Center is what's needed. I know Halloween is just around the corner but really ... does he mean something like a storefront/walk-in or a street kiosk?
Last night's loss to the Texas Rangers left Joe Maddown longing for the simpler years of patriotism and fun ... before every one expected the Rays to win ... back when his hair was shorter and brown. His eyes, well, they were always bad. But you can't have everything when you have life by the tail.
This ad is being run by the Demo (who is trailing) the Republican candidate for U.S. Senate in W.V.:
This is in a state where the seat held by Robert Byrd was thought to be safely in Democrat hands. The candidate (Joe Manchin) is the popular governor of W.V.; it seems, however, that the good folks of West Virginny don't take too kindly to Obama's policies.
Dude says he will repeal the "bad parts" of Obamacare. Question for Manchin: Which parts are good?
Huge Demo losses are on the way, and that bodes well for the country. Better still is that conservatives are winning the battle of ideas. From sea to shining sea, it's politically unsafe to say anything positive about the Obama agenda.
You be the judge. What the N.Y. Republican gubernatorial candidate actually said, as opposed to what the media says was on a sheet of paper that he might have maybe wanted to say ... Are you kidding me? Well, what Paladino actually said was 1) He is opposed to gay marriage; and 2) he thinks it's a bad idea to take your kids to gay pride parades. Sounds pretty reasonable to me.
Here's exactly what he said:
“I unequivocally support all gay rights, all gay rights except the right to be married. I’m a Catholic and I believe in Catholic values.” Wow, burn him at the stake.
And this this one re: taking kids to a gay pride parade, like the proud Demo Cuomo was boasting of doing:
“Have you ever been to one? The men wear little Speedos and they grind on each other. Would you take your children there? I don’t think so.” Sounds like how many folks would describe such a spectacle, only Paladino described some of the behavior that might, just might (even in NYC) be inappropriate for children.
When Matt Lauer of the Today Show pressed him, Paladino asked him, "Would you take your child to a gay pride parade?" It was classic. Lauer hemmed and hawed and said, well, probably yes. Score one for Paladino.
I realize that the money issues in this election cycle are, well, money issues. Arguably, Paladino is a bit a a brash talker (read: New Yorker) who has gotten off-message. I understand the point.
But people in N.Y. and elsewhere are pissed. And it's more than just money.
That is, in addition to being broke, our culture is rotting. And a lot of people in New York, and the rest of the country, of course, agree with Paladino. The media squirms and kicks and screams because they are afraid that even in deep-blue NY that their views -- rather than Paladino's -- will be shown to be out of the mainstream.
All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages.
Waiting until after the November elections are through, the world's most famous player, President Barack Hussein Obama, will take the might and prestige of the United States of America onto the international stage where our vision, our leadership and our prowess can be displayed. Time to send in the clowns.
Where the HELL is Joe Biden when you need him? There's books and butts aflyin' everywhere around the President and Biden is nowhere to be found.
A book, "International Politics for Idiots," is thrown at President Obama at a Philadelphia rally over the weekend. You will notice it as it goes sailing by the back of his head. Biden needs to be here to fulfill his obligations as Vice Target.
And in Germantown, PA, Mr. Juan Rodriquez displayed the newest fashion trend that will be available to all Americans if the Democratics are not thrown out of office. Again, where is Biden when someone shows the nation where hair plugs come from?
Forty three years ago this week, Ernesto “Che” Guevara got a major dose of his own medicine. Without trial he was declared a murderer, stood against a wall and shot. Historically speaking, justice has rarely been better served. If the saying “What goes around comes around” ever fit, it’s here.
“When you saw the beaming look on Che’s face as the victims were tied to the stake and blasted apart by the firing squad,” said a former Cuban political prisoner Roberto Martin-Perez, to your humble servant here, “you saw there was something seriously, seriously wrong with Che Guevara.” As commander of the La Cabana execution yard, Che often shattered the skull of the condemned man (or boy) by firing the coup de grace himself. When other duties tore him away from his beloved execution yard, he consoled himself by viewing the slaughter. Che’s second-story office in Havana’s La Cabana prison had a section of wall torn out so he could watch his darling firing-squads at work.
Even as a youth, Ernesto Guevara’s writings revealed a serious mental illness. “My nostrils dilate while savoring the acrid odor of gunpowder and blood. Crazy with fury I will stain my rifle red while slaughtering any vencido that falls in my hands!” This passage is from Ernesto Guevara’s famous Motorcycle Diaries, though Robert Redford somehow overlooked it while directing his heart-warming movie.
Good evening, Goomba Nation. I regret that I but few posts to give for my country. Time is limited, unlike the obligations of real life.
However, as we approach this historic election wherein we prepare to party like it's 1894, I will endeavor to check in daily with at least some pith or mirth ... or both ... to do my little part in move this big ol' wave.
And, of course, we'll continue right up to Halloween weekend with DC's Music Festival ...
After the election, I plan to go on a wild, celebratory drunken binge, so all bets are off. Just kidding, of course. But Rhod and Amy have invited me to his CT chalet for the "World Championships of Hot Tub Chicken Fighting." I do plan to partake, even though Rhod has promised to pair me with "some big ol' New England gal." And I hereby pledge to refrain from underwater hijinx unless and until the chicken feels more like a turkey.
Hey, are you wondering what type of October Surprise that Obama and the Socialistas might be cooking up? Well, you can cross a post-season first pitch off your list ...
Is it just me, or is there any one out there who is just pissed to see such a pansy in the WH ... a guy who looks like he didn't touch a baseball in his lifetime until he walked out on that field? Burns me up.
I don't want him defiling any American baseball fields.
However, I am thinking that every first "pitch" that the O throws is worth about 10 seats. So, I might reconsider for the cause.
Lesson Plan: Grandstanding idiots who traipse around war zones in a deliberate attempt to provoke confrontations with one of the combatants should not play with bulldozers.
Materials Needed:
One up-armored, slow-moving, Caterpillar D-9 bulldozer;
One slow-witted, sloth-footed, self-righteous twit;
One combat zone.
This is an easy lesson to assimilate even with pre-K students, unless of course if you're the moonbat family of the twit; then you sue.
Haifa, Israel - Seven years after an Israeli military D-9 bulldozer buried American pro-Palestinian activist Rachel Corrie under sandy soil near Gaza's border with Egypt, her family has effectively put the Israeli army on trial for her death. The Corrie family is demanding a symbolic $1 in punitive damages from the state for wrongful killing and negligence.
Looking to fortify themselves with a hearty breakfast before attending the trial, the Corrie family waits for a table at a popular Palestinian restaurant where their daughter is being served as a special with eggs, chick peas and a choice of yogurt or cucumber strips.
Note: The picture of snarling, screaming, "peace activist" Rachel Corrie was taken at a February 15, 2003, Gaza "Hate-on-Israel" rally where she burns a mock up American flag. This site has the pics and an observation:
Rachel Corrie was NOT a peace activist. She was a stupid young ninny who devoted her short adult life to hate-mongering and terror advocacy. She was killed while trying to thwart Israeli army operations being carried out to prevent terrorist attacks. Apparently, her folks are not too bright, either.
Months after her demise, Rachel's parents were given a "Useful Idiots" medal by the filthy, thieving, terrorist pig, Yassir Arafatwa. It's all in the above referenced url because I cannot show a picture of that pig and the ignorant parents together. Nickie already warned me that the GNN website is not able (something about the guage of Blogspot's ground wires) to handle that much Stoopid all at once. The last time we tried, Rhod accidently dangled a participle and nearly choked when he swallowed a gerund.
It seems the world-wide fame of this blog and the artistic appreciation loosed by our Art Editor Rhod has just got us, well, bursting at the seams.
Hard to know where this gig will go, so I am just riding the wave ... Hey, there's one thing that Nancy Pelosi and I have in common. But I digress ...
So, now I get requests. And now I must confess. A lot of you know me ... DC ... as Daisy Cutter. But in truth, I am Dick Clark, and this is American Bandstand. (Slaps self.) But I digress ... again ...
Back to the program.
Years ago (about 30, actually), one summer I found myself at Estes Park at a conference called Rocky Mountain Getaway ... appropriately enough. At this conference, I met one of the people who encouraged me to get going in this Christian journey; she was a young woman -- about 18 at the time and a freshman at Vanderbilt University.
When she walked out in front of about 500 high school students on the spartan stage at the Estes Park YMCA with only a guitar, I had never heard of her. She had a simple beauty, inside and out. She had the easiest smile I had ever seen. She sang and played the guitar for about 30 minutes and talked ... just talked ... about why she believed what she believed. She captivated the room and made an impact on that day.
That was Amy Grant, before the world had heard much of her. As her life and career progressed, she experienced stardom, divorce, disillusionment from some of her earliest fans and supporters in the Christian community. Some seemed to shun her for admitting to need the grace that we all talked about.
As for me, I always liked her and found her to be real and have a grasp on how fallen mankind needs God's grace.
Recently, I happened across one of her latest, and this one goes out tonight to a friend who requested that I play it. I think it's appropriate, for this one song sums up much of her career and captures authentic grace so well.
Sorry, but embedded has been disabled, but here it is: ...Click, and listen.
Our final dedication this evening goes out to a couple who fell in love long ago, seemingly in a galaxy far, far away ... and they've lost their way.
Once upon a time, this couple had a favorite song that celebrated how the two appreciated the present and the past ... and cherished simply being together, walking in the park ... and dancing in the dark.
So, here's to them, and reminiscing about good times in the future, as well.
Police have been ordered to stop anyone taking in part in illegal outdoor sex being abused or verbally taunted as it can cause them to suffer post traumatic stress.
An extraordinary new Hate Crime Guidance Manual has been handed to officers telling them to arrest anyone suspected of committing a hate crime against those engaged in ‘dogging’.
Although it notes that outdoor sex can have an ‘impact on the quality of life of people using these locations for leisure pursuits’ - for example dog walkers and tourists - the rights of those cottaging, cruising or dogging must be taken into account by officers.