'Nuff said!

I only made it through the first sentence.

I didn't think it was physically possible, but this both sucks and blows. -Bart Simpson

Good news for the elephant dung industry.

I'm gonna Puke!

I'm gonna Puke!

I'm gonna Puke!

London Daily Mail
Peter Hitchens 10 November 2008

"Anyone would think we had just elected a hip, skinny and youthful replacement
for God, with a plan to modernize Heaven and Hell - or that at the very
least John Lennon had come back from the dead.

The swooning frenzy over the choice of Barack Obama as President of the
United States must be one of the most absurd waves of self-deception
and swirling fantasy ever to sweep through an advanced civilization. At
least Mandela-worship - its nearest equivalent - is focused on a man
who actually did something.

I really don't see how the Obama devotees can ever in future mock the
Moonies, the Scientologists or people who claim to have been abducted
in flying saucers. This is a cult like the one which grew up around
Princess Diana, bereft of reason and hostile to facts.

It already has all the signs of such a thing. The newspapers which
recorded Obama's victory have become valuable relics. You may buy Obama
picture books, and Obama calendars, and if there isn't yet a children's
picture version of his story, there soon will be. Proper books,
recording his sordid associates, his cowardly voting record, his
astonishingly militant commitment to unrestricted abortion and his
blundering trip to Africa, are little-read and hard to find.

If you can believe that this undistinguished and conventionally Left-wing
machine politician is a sort of secular savior, then you can believe
anything. He plainly doesn't believe it himself. His cliché-stuffed, PC
clunker of an acceptance speech suffered badly from nerves. It was what
you would expect from someone who knew he'd promised too much and that
from now on the easy bit was over.

He needn't worry too much. From now on, the rough boys and girls of
America's Democratic Party apparatus, many recycled from Bill Clinton's
stained and crumpled entourage, will crowd round him, to collect the
rich spoils of his victory and also tell him what to do, which is what
he is used to. Just look at his sermon by the shores of Lake Michigan
He really did talk about a 'new dawn', and a 'timeless creed' (which
was 'yes, we can'). He proclaimed that 'change has come'. He revealed
that, despite having edited the Harvard Law Review, he doesn't know
what 'enormity' means. He reached depths of oratorical drivel never
even plumbed by our own Mr. Blair, burbling about putting our hands on
the arc of history (or was it the ark of history?) and bending it once
more toward the hope of a better day (Don't try this at home!).

I am not making this up. No wonder that awful old hack Jesse Jackson
sobbed as he watched. How he must wish he, too, could get away with
this sort of stuff.

And it was interesting how the President-elect failed to lift his admiring
audience by repeated - but rather hesitant - invocations of the
brainless slogan he was forced by his minders to adopt against his will
- 'Yes, we can'. They were supposed to thunder 'Yes, we can!' back at
him, but they just wouldn't join in.

No wonder. Yes we can what, exactly? Go home and keep a close eye on the tax rate, is my advice.
He'd have been better off bursting into 'I'd like to teach the world to
sing in perfect harmony' which contains roughly the same message and
might have attracted some valuable commercial sponsorship.

Perhaps, being a Chicago crowd, they knew some of the things that 52.5 per cent
of America prefers not to know. They know Obama is the obedient servant
of one of the most squalid and unshakeable political machines in
America. They know that one of his alarmingly close associates, a
state-subsidized slum landlord called Tony Rezko, has been convicted on
fraud and corruption charges.They also know the US is just as
segregated as it was before Martin Luther King - in schools, streets,
neighborhoods, holidays, even in its TV-watching habits and its choice
of fast-food joints. The difference is that it is now done by unspoken
agreement rather than by law.

If Mr. Obama's election had threatened any of that, his feel-good white
supporters would have scuttled off and voted for John McCain, or
practically anyone. But it doesn't. Mr. Obama, thanks mainly to the
now-departed grandmother he alternately praised as a saint and
denounced as a racial bigot, has the huge advantages of an expensive
private education. He did not have to grow up in the badlands of
useless schools, shattered families and gangs which are the lots of so
many young black men of his generation.

If the nonsensical claims made for this election were true, then every
positive discrimination program aimed at helping black people into jobs
they otherwise wouldn't get should be abandoned forthwith. Nothing of
the kind will happen. On the contrary, there will probably be more of
them. And if those who voted for Obama were all proving their
anti-racist nobility, that presumably means that those many millions
who didn't vote for him were proving themselves to be hopeless bigots.
This is obviously untrue.

I was in Washington, DC the night of the election. America’s beautiful
capital has a sad secret. It is perhaps the most racially divided city
in the world, with 15th Street - which runs due north from the White
House - the unofficial frontier between black and white. But, like so
much of America, it also now has a new division, and one, which is in
many ways much more important.

I had attended an election-night party in a smart and liberal white area,
but was staying the night less than a mile away on the edge of a suburb
where Spanish is spoken as much as English, plus a smattering of
tongues from such places as Ethiopia, Somalia and Afghanistan. As I
walked, I crossed another of Washington 's secret frontiers. There had
been a few white people blowing car horns and shouting, as the result
became clear. But among the Mexicans, Salvadorans and the other Third
World nationalities, there was something like ecstasy.

They grasped the real significance of this moment. They knew it meant that
America had finally switched sides in a global cultural war. Forget the
Cold War, or even the Iraq War. The United States, having for the most
part a deeply conservative people, had until now just about stood out
against many of the mistakes which have ruined so much of the rest of
the world.

Suspicious of welfare addiction, feeble justice and high taxes, totally committed
to preserving its own national sovereignty, unabashedly Christian in a
world part secular and part Muslim, suspicious of the Great Global
Warming panic, it was unique. These strengths had been fading for some
time, mainly due to poorly controlled mass immigration and to the march
of political correctness.

They had also been weakened by the failure of America's conservative party -
the Republicans - to fight on the cultural and moral fronts. They
preferred to posture on the world stage. Scared of confronting
Left-wing teachers and sexual revolutionaries at home, they could order
soldiers to be brave on their behalf in far-off deserts. And now the
US, like Britain before it, has begun the long slow descent into the
Third World.

How sad. Where now is our last best hope on Earth?"

Keep spending 50 bucks a month on cable, watching sports on the main networks to give them bigger profits, and buying the music/videos of artists who use that money to fund the DNC. 

Gives me a warm fuzzy feeling to know we're all contributing to this - and no one is brave enough to pull away from the Borg. 

But acts of kindness and generosity must be free and voluntary; no man has a right to compel another to follow his conscience. This is a concern which lies between a man and his God.

-Richard Fuhrman, pro slave advocate, 1823

"...pleading with Obama to create a new cabinet position dedicated to the arts and culture."

 Really, Mr. Portnow?  Whose culture?

You all seem to act like Robert Plant and Allison Krauss weren't the ones who won best album of the year. Alt least it still validates one thing: ZEPPELIN RULES!

Now if you excuse me, I've got to ramble along the firey pits of Mordor with a whole lot of "Led".

My head is going to explode, do they really have to push this man down our throats ALL the time?  It's going to be a loooong 4/8 years.

Soon to come:

Award for narrating public service announcement promoting washing one's hands after going to the toilet.

Award-winning "performance" sequel for being able to urinate and not let one drop go outside the urinal, earning "Neatness Award" formed in the shape of a gold-plated urinal.

...not to be outdone by little know fact that even his flatus is fragrant -- no offensive odor at all.  Surely there must be some award for this!

Truly, The One is special (...as is a case of the Ebola virus...).

/addendum to all previous barfs