Wednesday, February 25, 2009

If you look carefully, you can see smoke rising from an auto flambee at the Ashford Dunwoody exit. The smoke is rising between the white van and the red truck.

Giving a speech while facing this!!!!!! My respect for Obama knows no bounds.

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

That's a headline you don't see every day.

Monday, February 23, 2009

In my inbox:

4:09 PM: NYTimes. com News Alert: Dow and S.&P. 500 Both Fall 3.4 Percent

7:02 PM: NYTimes. com News Alert: Poll Shows Broad Support for Obama's Leadership

Ahem. Quite. I know that as the DJIA hits an 11-year low, on the way to, oh, 6500, I surely find myself supporting the one.

BTW. Tax protest this Friday, 27 February, at the Gold Dome, at high noon.

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Let's face it, this whole global warming/climate change thing is about keeping the peasants in their proper place.

When I was a kid, I knew people who'd never, in their entire lives, been more than 10 miles away from their home. They simply never had the means, nor the inclination to do so.

The carbon tax bullshittery being fosited on us by our elites is another way to reduce or freedom of movement to the same level - about that of a medieval peasant.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Man allegedly beheads wife. Feminists shrug.

Well, sure. Religion of Pieces, etc.


Saturday, February 14, 2009

Huh. She loaned herself money to get elected, and made money on the deal.

In the modified words of Rory Breaker, this is one of those political c*nt jokes that ordinary c*nts don't get. right?

UPDAATE: Mrs Livininamerica demanded edits to the "c" words above. There are limits to free speech in the Livininamerica household.

"Precision-strike weapons", as the end of a Socratic dialog.

Heh, as yer man would say.

I'm having a Metal moment.

Bestrafe mich
bestrafe mich
Stroh wird Gold
und Gold wird Stein
deine Größe macht mich klein
du darfst mein Bestrafer sein (ja)

Der Herrgott nimmt
der Herrgott gibt

Bestrafe mich
bestrafe mich
du meinst ja
und ich sag nein
schließ mich ein in dein Gebet
bevor der Wind noch kälter weht
Deine Größe macht mich klein
du darfst mein Bestrafer sein
du darfst mein Bestrafer sein

Deine Größe macht mich klein
du darfst mein Bestrafer sein
du darfst mein Bestrafer sein
du darfst mein Bestrafer sein
deine Größe macht ihn klein
du wirst meine Strafe sein
der Herrgott nimmt
der Herrgott gibt
doch gibt er nur dem
den er auch liebt
bestrafe mich...

Friday, February 13, 2009

Dissent used to be the highest form of patriotism.

Thursday, February 12, 2009

The one honest man in Obama's Augean flood withdraws.

I, for one, celebrate the Inter-Generational Democrat Theft Act (2009 Porkulus Act).

Motto: "I got mine. Screw you."

I remain amazed that acquaintances of mine bear children into this era. Don't they realize their children will curse them? And probably to their faces. In fact, their children may well pull the trigger on the bullet that releases the Government from medical care of their parents.

It's all wolves, from now on.

I'm confident Georgia is about to become majority Democrat.

Hope. Change. OBEY!!!!!

I think our society is starting to come apart.

Consider this: Our financial elites pocketed billions while leaving behind them smoking holes that have cost millions of ordinary folks 50% of the value of their 401(k)s. Personally, I doubt I'll ever retire, given the smoking hole Dodd, Frank, Rangel, Rubin, at al., have left in my retirement account. When I receive my statements, I'm filled with rage and a desire to spit on my hands, hoist the black flag, and begin to slit throats.

Meanwhile, our political elites have revealed they feel no real obligation to pay their income taxes. The new Secretary of the Treasury is an actual tax cheat, and he only has his job because he got in early, before the full flood of Augean filth that constitutes Obama's picks fully came to light.

Our elites constitute a tiny portion of the population, but they drive the rest of us. This works as long as they are prudent and honest. When they become imprudent and dishonest, well, the rest of us can feel free to ignore them.

Thing is, what happens when they've taken the hint? By the time they get back to being prudent and honest, the rest of us will have ceased to heed them and will instead be engaged in full flight to the exits.

And then, when they ask us to pay to fix the bridge that was knocked down by the last earthquake, we'll say "Sod off! Time for a dark age. You brought this on yourselves."

And they will have brought this on themselves. And there will be a dark age.

And then we'll start all over again.

Wednesday, February 04, 2009

Says it all, really.

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