The Democrats Are Such Good Liars They Can Now Turn Any Story Upside-Down

Democrats are, literally, gunning Americans down - and beating them up in the street - as they say it's the Republicans who don't care about our health.

Perspective

When the same people who will sell you a vial of "homeopathic" water for $30.00 try to claim they can explain healthcare, just walk-the-fuck-away

Health Care: U.S. Vs. Canada (This Woman Nailed It)

Not the answers they were expecting,...

Hearing "Trust Us" From Folks I've Learned Not To Trust

We know the outrage Republicans are expressing on behalf of people receiving cancellation notices from their individual market insurance plans is phony because it’s obviously phony. They don’t have any particular interest in ameliorating this phenomenon short of repealing or destroying the rest of the law. And its effectiveness as a talking point hinges on never acknowledging that Obamacare has helped anybody.

Hey, Dummy: Somebody Cue The Sanford & Son Theme

I guess we can call this The Make-Over, Part II - where Michelle goes from never being proud of this country to, all of a sudden, being totally in love because she's flown over it in Air Force One. Remarkable. And did you know she's got kids, too? Amazing. AND even an MS story to tell? Take THAT, Ann Romney's disease! (Jesus Christ, can these people be any more obvious?)

But she's got the Richie Rich's in one category - being from America's ground floor. Barack Obama drove a rust bucket, just like I do. His best shoes didn't fit well, just like mine don't. She's not talking of the financial success that comes from being born on Home Plate and getting treated like you hit a Grand Slam, but of a FATHER (!) making it to First Base, and being determined to get his kids on Second.

Do I buy it? I don't know - Michelle Obama certainly doesn't look or act like someone with common roots now (and they haven't led the country for the last four years like it) but the story elements ring true.

And while I didn't get to watch all of the Republican Convention, I don't think I ever heard the words "janitors," or "respect," or especially "values," in all of what I did see. I honestly don't think these Republicans today would even acknowledge a janitor, they're so out of touch.

Continuing back to the downside, I hate the Diana Ross hair, and, though the Democrats are cheering them, don't know where these supposed "good jobs" are. And while I understand the argument for ObamaCare, she doesn't address how it's going to be paid for OR what it's passage will do to the character of our nation. And - sorry, Ladies - but this is the wrong blog to try and push for women not being more responsible with their bodies, or paying for their own condoms "healthcare." I'm not buying it.

All-in-all, deep down inside - after doing a total gut-check - I'm not buying any of it. She really lost me when she said, "it's not political, it's personal," like I don't know why they're in the arena. Do they really think that, just because I can see cutaways to brown people nodding like they're church, I'm going to forget this is the politics of pandering and nobody's giving me any specifics or tackling our tough issues directly? (The Republicans didn't either, BTW,...) Seriously, they think I'm THAT easily conned?

Well, yeah, they do apparently - on both sides. 

And that, alone, makes this whole ordeal about as insulting as I've ever seen it,...

More Odds And Ends To End Our Recent Oddity

Somehow she got away with it, without ever showing us her tits, and even trying to be sexy, or resorting to NewAge ideas - let's hear it for a woman showing real leadership:

It was the exclamation marks that did it for me. When I was one of Margaret Thatcher’s youthful aides I wrote her many notes of advice, which would come back covered in comments from her vigorous blue felt-tip pen.

The lady was never a pushover and frequently I failed to convince her. There would be remarks scribbled in the margin, all too often a simple ‘No!’ My male pride could deal with rejection, but not that brutal exclamation mark.

It felt like a dagger to the heart.

Yet compared to some of her Cabinet Ministers, I got off lightly. The release of confidential Cabinet records from 1980, her first full year as Prime Minister, reveals Westminster as a battlefield with Mrs T laying into opponents and doubters on all sides.

In Opposition, some had openly mocked her as the Finchley Housewife; now, out of earshot even her friends began calling her La Pasionaria (a heroine of the Spanish Civil War who declared: ‘They shall not pass’), Attila the Hen and The She-Elephant.

She shouted at the Governor of the Bank of England. She berated her Chancellor. A paper from Peter Walker, a Cabinet ‘wet’ who urged compromise with Europe, was sent back not simply with the stark ‘No!’ scribbled in the margin four times but even a capitalised ‘NO!’ to make sure the message got through.

She didn’t waste time on compromise, she relished the battle of wills and ideas, and sometimes that battle grew almost physical. Her ‘handbaggings’ became notorious.

‘It was like facing the chariot of Queen Boadicea,’ a Minister whispered to me in awe, ‘complete with whirling blades.’

That's what we're looking for, but these idiots now'a'days are too pussy. Like when they spend so much time asking, "Is this a cult?" that, by the time they get around to answering the question, the damn thing's already destroyed people's lives. Let's make a deal in this New Year:

If you have to ask, you end it - are we clear?

Here's another one - free tattoo removal for girls.

And another one:

Let's all agree there's no "faith-based healing" and arrest anyone who says otherwise - starting with Oprah Winfrey.

And, finally, forget "socialized medicine" in America - or anything else being socialized - just forget it.

I Love It: You Dingbats WELCOMED This

Witches, Warlocks, Welfare, Whatever

"Mita Bai, 34, will never forget the morning of May 6, 2005. It was 8 a.m. in the morning when a group of three men and six women came to her house with their allegations, branding her as, 'a witch.' As an attack against her broke out, she cried out for help, but no one heard or heeded her pleas. Instead, she was dragged from her home, stripped of all her clothing, and nearly hung from a tree.

What was her crime? She was accused of bringing misfortune to others in the village as a practitioner of 'Dayan Pratha,' known in rural India as the practice of witchcraft."

-- Shuriah Niazi (whose last name - since I can believe what I want to believe - is a cool anagram for "I, nazi") not informing this woman to call herself a "Wiccan" - which takes the sting out of witchcraft, every time, making it cock-suckingly exotic (believe me: I know) - at least here, in America, where (not only could she have gotten all of us to pay for her "free" healthcare but) NewAge fruitcakes are still trying to get the TruthOut.

It's Spreading (Like A Disease)

"How will this new Era of Socialism Utopia treat me as I travel the TSA-mandated skies of America?  Will people be nicer now that they have a new bloated entitlement program that will bankrupt this and successive generations?  I haven’t seen it yet. The TSA agents and US Airways ticket agents had the same scowl on their faces as they did last week.

But haven’t they heard that we are in the Era of Sunshine, Unicorns and Lollipops?"

-- Bruce (great gay name) calling the scam-based NewAge what it is now - an integral component of American government - and still finding no one's any happier (imagine that) even though they don't suspect he's (imagine that) a Gay Patriot.

Big Gulp

"Unless you keep saying that you believe in fairies, Tinker Bell will check out, and what's more, her sad demise will be your fault!"

-- Christopher Hitchens, explaining the details of my divorce (I think) and the reactions to it - all the while ignoring real dead bodies - which is typical of NewAgers (and others involved in the healthcare debate) but not The Christopher Hitchens Web.

Folks, It Don't Get Anymore NewAge Than This

Hat Tip: Instapundit

I'm So Glad They've Got Acupuncture In There

Keeps 'em honest.

Hat Tip: iOwnTheWorld

Throw Kids In Volcanoes (If This Doesn't Work)

Alice Is Supposed To Escape From Wonderland

"Imagine that as a young and desperately poor Mexican man, you had made the dangerous and illegal journey to California to work in the fields with other migrants. There, you performed stoop labor, picking lettuce and bell peppers and table grapes; what made such an existence bearable was the dream of a better life. You met a woman and had a child with her, and because that child was born in the U.S., he was made a citizen of this great country. He will lead a life entirely different from yours; he will be educated. Now that child is about to begin middle school in the American city whose name is synonymous with higher learning, as it is the home of one of the greatest universities in the world: Berkeley. On the first day of sixth grade, the boy walks though the imposing double doors of his new school, stows his backpack, and then heads out to the field, where he stoops under a hot sun and begins to pick lettuce.

It’s rare for an immigrant experience to go the whole 360 in a single generation—one imagines the novel of assimilation, The White Man Calls It Romaine. The cruel trick has been pulled on this benighted child by an agglomeration of foodies and educational reformers who are propelled by a vacuous if well-meaning ideology that is responsible for robbing an increasing number of American schoolchildren of hours they might other wise have spent reading important books or learning higher math (attaining the cultural achievements, in other words, that have lifted uncounted generations of human beings out of the desperate daily scrabble to wrest sustenance from dirt). The galvanizing force behind this ideology is Alice Waters, the dowager queen of the grown-locally movement. Her goal is that children might become 'eco-gastronomes' and discover 'how food grows'—a lesson, if ever there was one, that our farm worker’s son might have learned at his father’s knee—leaving the Emerson and Euclid to the professionals over at the schoolhouse. Waters’s enormous celebrity, combined with her decision in the 1990s to expand her horizons into the field of public-school education, has helped thrust thousands of schoolchildren into the grip of a giant experiment, one that is predicated on a set of assumptions that are largely unproved, even unexamined. That no one is calling foul on this is only one manifestation of the way the new Food Hysteria has come to dominate and diminish our shared cultural life, and to make an educational reformer out of someone whose brilliant cookery and laudable goals may not be the best qualifications for designing academic curricula for the public schools.

Waters, described by her biographer, Thomas McNamee, as 'arguably the most famous restaurateur in the United States,' is, of course, the founder of Chez Panisse, in Berkeley, an eatery where the right-on, 'yes we can,' ACORN-loving, public-option-supporting man or woman of the people can tuck into a nice table d’hôte menu of scallops, guinea hen, and tarte tatin for a modest 95 clams—wine, tax, and oppressively sanctimonious and relentlessly conversation-busting service not included. (I’ve had major surgeries in which I was less scrupulously informed about what was about to happen to me, what was happening to me, and what had just happened to me than I’ve been during a dinner there.) It was at Chez Panisse that Waters worked out her new American gastronomic credo, which is built on the concept of using ingredients that are 'fresh, local, seasonal, and where possible organic.' Fair enough, and perfectly delicious, but the scope of her operation—which is fueled not only by the skill of its founder, but also by the weird, almost erotic power she wields over a certain kind of educated, professional-class, middle-aged woman (the same kind of woman who tends to light, midway through life’s journey, on school voluntarism as a locus of her fathomless energies)—has widened so far beyond the simple cooking and serving of food that it can hardly be quantified."

-- Caitlin Flanagan, kicking Alice Waters and her NewAge food freaks for depriving kids of an education - in favor of their whacked-out environmental/health/vegan bullshit - and who, one day, the Tea Partiers will throw into The Atlantic.

Real Magic Requires A Lot More Practice,...

"Pelosi Aide Calls Democratic Plan to Pass Health Care Bill 'A Trick'"

-- The Atlantic

"While the committee examined the use of the word 'trick' in correspondence between Mann and colleague Phil Jones, it failed to explore the purpose of Mann's 'trick' to 'hide the decline [in global temperatures],' which clearly suggests a manipulation of the data."

-- Young Americans for Freedom

For The Last Time: No You Cain't

Eh y'all, I think you need to talk to your boy: he don't listen. And that shit about the stars being aligned? That don't play well around here,...

It Works: The Vampires (Finally) Back Off

"Brown’s arrival in the capital today carried a message that Democrats finally began to comprehend, after dismissing voter anger at town halls for months as meaningless."

-- Nancy Pelosi, finally admitting she and her party have been fools - and they can't pass ObamaCare - which must hurt pretty bad, over at MSNBC.

Nobody's Perfect, I Guess

"We had been encouraged a year ago by Mr. Obama's selection of Illinois Congressman Rahm Emanuel as his chief of staff because we thought he would have learned from the Clinton failure of 1993-1994 and knew enough to stand up to the Congressional left. How wrong we were. Mr. Emanuel and his boss have instead deferred to Congress's liberal barons on every major domestic policy." -- The Wall Street Journal

Yea, I did the exact same thing, thinking the Progressive Democrat's "enforcer" was going to be all that. (It only lasted for a day, not long.) People forget, as they attack me now:

I try to give Democrats any credit I can when I think they deserve it.

It does no good. Instead, to some I'll always be Mr. Right-Wing Nutcase (Black Division) because I wanted, and expected *someone* to be an adult, amongst the so-called adults, over on the Left.

My Bad. I shoulda known better.

I'm so ashamed,...

Mr. ObamaCare Sets An Example

What do I think when you're a Democrat who hired your female staffer and we later find you also took her on trips...and then you divorce your wife before attempting to have your girlfriend made (of all things) Attorney General? And then you finally work like a dog to close the seal on your career with ObamaCare?

Yea, I'd say it's Miller Time!!!!

Tell The Mortician He Does Really Nice Work

Obama’s Jokers: Senator Claire McCaskill, Senator Carl Levin, Senator Ben Nelson, Senator Al Franken, Senator Mary Landrieu, Senator Dick Durbin.

And here's a little something, in case you find someone who doesn't know how to dress appropriately for a funeral. Democratic voters always say, "I don't pay attention to politics", then, it was those very same admitted ignoramous's who asked for it - no, begged for it - no, demanded it:

Well, now you're getting it.

Why so serious?

You fucking clowns.

Hat Tip: Gateway Pundit