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Rationalize this.

By this logic we should all just move to communism, because anything you are able to do that is more than the least of us is owed to everyone else. Any advantage or largesse you have is artificially biased in your favor and as such you do not deserve it.

We currently have a highly discriminatory system where if you’re sick, if you’ve been sick or [if] you’re going to get sick, you cannot get health insurance.

The only way to end that discriminatory system is to bring everyone into the system and pay one fair price. That means that the genetic winners, the lottery winners who’ve been paying an artificially low price because of this discrimination now will have to pay more in return. – source here

Your extra hard work that you put into your business? That was from extra energy that was granted to you by your genetics. You are a good musician or engineer or soldier? That was your genetic jackpot, so give. Oh, so you sweated for years in school and worked hour after hour of unpaid OT because you are exempt from OT? Well, thank you for doing what your genetic potential allowed you the pleasure of doing, so hand me your wallet.

The magnitude of the antithesis of injustice here is astounding, and the rationale masquerades as compassion even as it oppresses. It does what it must, because it can.

I don’t know what I can say that trumps that in terms of stupidity so I will stop there.

No, I won’t stop here.

I want to come up with a Mike Rowe worthy expression. He manages to say things that are powerful but immediately sensible and respectful.

That is a gift.

A letter to Mike Rowe…

I’m not sure where I heard that you are an Eagle Scout, which brings me to my question. Could you PLEASE take a moment & post to my 13 year old son Kelby & encourage him to finish scouting (& anything else that’ll help with this?) Reason I’m asking is that he only lacks 1 1/2 – 2 years in reaching Eagle, but some of his buddies have got him to thinking scouting isn’t cool at his age.
Thanks much, Gary

(The article says): Indeed Mike is infact an Eagle Scout, and he had a great response to the request addressed to Kelby, here is the first part:

Your Dad asked me to drop you a line and say something inspirational that might persuade you to dig down deep and find the determination to make the rank of Eagle Scout. It’s a reasonable request, from a father who obviously wants to see his son succeed. But here’s the thing – The Eagle Award is not really meant for people who need to be dragged across the finish line. It’s meant for a select few, and I have no idea if you have the guts to see it through.

There is a mode of thought there. The first inclination is to give the kid encouragement. But really, why note exceptionality if you have to make someone be exceptional? Self drive is the behavior to model, and the right call is to insist that people be exceptional on their own merits, not because they had a cheerleader. Everyone needs encouragement, but a leader, someone who can BE exceptional should be able to see it through when they get that close.

Here is another one.

The guy in New York that defended a blind man in his restaurant against a vile predatory woman

Your first response is “good for him!” Right? Well, it should be.

What is your second response? “What is the world coming to?” Yes, that is good, too.

Third, you would be right to say “this is a teaching moment”.

Ok, but what you should really be saying is “Rather than be outraged, we should be shocked. We should be explicitly saying to ourselves repeatedly as a society that we will not tolerate dishonest and predatory stuff like this. We should be all over people from an early age for being animals.”

As a society there should have been ten people willing to pull her aside and call BS on her.

I am not advocating vigilante behavior. I am saying that peer pressure can and should be used for good, and we should be focusing on that rather than shaking our heads and “Hnnuhh, it’s a shame.”

So what is the name of the new school of thought that smells things like they are, that sees through to the real heart of the issue at hand? It has to be wise, respectful, and worthy of being called rational. It has to stand for no-holds-barred judgement, requiring no apology because it is self evident.

It has to respectfully say “you don’t show evidence of having grit” or “you have truly earned recognition” or “you need to get off your butt and contribute” or “thank you for your amazing commitment.”

Ok, have a graphic.


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Mashed post.

Note:  Make sure you read yesterday’s post, too.  It’s chock full of fun.

Scroll on down to where it says “amiable old man showing a Star Trek tractor beam in action”.  Now, “tractor beam” is total BS and has nothing to do with localized magnetic domains on a macro-scale.  Just enjoy the video.  Super damn cool.

If you are the Yorl-ing type, you might be tempted to wander over and grab one at the amiable old man’s website.  You could make this yourself without too much effort through K&J Magnetics (I’m aimin’ to).  By the time I paid shipping and exchange and Euro prices I could do it cheaper through K&J by 40-50%.  Don’t feel so bad about telling you that because he has a buttload of other things I really want and couldn’t hope to make…


Piano Guys again. I like ’em.


You are probably aware that my name is Lemur King and I am a Redbullaholic…  I fell off the wagon this morning after five days of being clean.

But if I embrace that side of me…

It is by caffeine alone I set my mind in motion,
It is by the beans of Java that thoughts acquire speed,
The hands acquire shaking, the shaking becomes a warning,
It is by caffeine alone I set my mind in motion.

Thanks to alert reader Black Lab on Amphetamines.  Sayeth he on the source:

(Around a while; found it on web page that's been up since 1996: 

The BLA is a fountain of trivia.  He scares me with some of his tidbits but by walking into his office sniffing markers I can weird him out so we have a stalemate.


And from Orygun… Smoke… jumpers… duuuuuude.

A team of smokejumpers parachuting into a fire in the mountains of Southern Oregon landed in an illegal marijuana garden being prepared for growing season.

[snip]  the smokejumpers notified authorities, who hiked into the remote site in the Rogue River-Siskiyou (SIS’-kee-yoo) National Forest… [snip]

The smokejumpers extinguished the fire after it burned less than an acre.

You could get some serious smoke-related exposure after close to an acre of smoke.  I suppose they had to stop at some point to arrange for “supplies” from Dominos or something.

Now that section is prime growing area (from what I hear) and can be nicely cut off from the rest of the world.  Perfect for an enterprising farmer.


Now, look at the Mars Rover tracks below and tell me what you see.

mars_rover_oo_errStare at it hard before you go read about it.  WHAT DO YOU SEE?  Record your observation and then go linky.

Sorry, some guy must’ve spent some time mapping the projection and path for this shot.  Or it’s a photoshop.  But there are geeks who have been known to put their initials on parts bound for oh, say, Mercury, so it’s not impossible to fart around with things.


You want one of these… yes you do.



Dear Dr. Lemur –

I am troubled by this attack by native American Indians on sports teams that they deem are offensive or racist.  Is there anything that can be done about this bullying?

– Agness, Redskins Fan A-Number-1

“We will never change the name of the team,” Snyder said. “As a lifelong Redskins fan, and I think that the Redskins fans understand the great tradition and what it’s all about and what it means, so we feel pretty fortunate to be just working on next season.”

But what if his team loses the trademark case? Would he not consider changing the name even then?

“We’ll never change it,” Snyder said. “It’s that simple. NEVER — you can use caps.”

And what of the question Blackhorse wanted to ask if she ever met him? Would Snyder dare call her a redskin to her face?

“I think the best way is to just not comment on that type of stuff,” Snyder said. “I don’t know her.”

Blackhorse says she is not surprised at Snyder’s answer.

“If it was appropriate to call me that, he’d comment,” she says. “It must make him uncomfortable to talk about it, and it should make him uncomfortable.

“He’s right. He doesn’t know me, or my people. And if he did, he would not use that name.”

Dear Agness,

This sort of drivel is perpetuated because we allow it to be.  If everyone would resort to one sentence and one sentence only in any communication with these people then the issue would dry up soon enough like a festering sore packed in pickling salts.  Just say “Go blow a goat” and only that to anything they say to you.  NO MATTER WHAT.   If one of them is on fire and needs water you say “Go blow a goat”.  One of them wants to discuss something with you, “Go blow a goat”.  Eventually they’ll get tired of it and realize that their behavior drives how they are treated.  If a kid whines and every time he whines he gets a two-finger rap on the head, after a while whining just doesn’t get the desired response.  As soon as they take their ridiculous case out of court life can return to normal.

Now if you’ll excuse me I have to run out and buy a pair of Redskins tickets.

– Dr. Lemur


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Obamacare means never having to say “What can I do for you?”, it really means saying “What can I do for y’all?”

Imagine being grouped by symptoms – multiple patients, one doctor, all at once.

Could you end up with the Urination Discomfort Group – a Blonde Bimbo, a Soccer Mom, a Construction Worker, a Pregnant Cow, and a sweaty 475lb Wal-Mart transvestite greeter named Hubert all in the same room?

Imagine publicly working through the diagnoses:

  1. Take more breaks at work, you need to urinate more frequently
  2. Stop having an affair with different men every day and fill this prescription for an antibiotic
  3. Go to an Urgent Care to get the rivet taken out of your groin because the ER can’t take you with so many not-Amnesty folks
  4. The vet’s office is two floors up, and you know that, Bossie
  5. Hubert, the damp environment from your leather underwear has led to a UTI.  Again.

The LAST thing I want is to be grouped in with a Blonde.

Just wait until a burst appendix is elective outpatient surgery.  Then you’ll be sorry.

Apologies to the three-thousand seven-hundred and nineteen sweaty 475lb transvestite Wal-Mart greeters named Hubert that I have just mortally offended or embarrassed. 


Deerzarus, come forth.

Just in time for Easter, too.


Erik Ericson says on FoxNews in an op-ed piece about the autopsy of the RNC 2012 Election

What the autopsy misses out of the gate is that some times there is nothing that can be done. Bad election years are bad election years. Candidates like Josh Mandel were model candidates for the GOP who ran great races, but still lost. Some times it just happens.

“… some times there is nothing that can be done.  Bad election years are bad election years.”

The RNC at this point needs a DNR.  This is one patient that no one should expend heroic measures on.

We had McCain and then Romney.  McCain was at the time the lesser of evils but he has since fallen so far out of my favor that he’s never coming back.  Romney suffered from a serious case of Not-Great-ness.  Romney was like Breyer’s Vanilla Ice Cream.  Not bad but needed something to vault him into the realm of Greatness.  Unfortunately what we got was Vanilla Ice Cream and Beluga Caviar.  Beluga would have been better, Vanilla would have been ok, but Apple Pie and Vanilla Ice Cream just never left the pits.

The food metaphor went stale, then rancid, and rotted with that nasty slimy-pie and way-bad smell of spoiled milk products.  So sorry.

The talk is that the RNC needs to re-brand itself, stop being “Too white, too right, and too uptight”, and be more caring.  If I hear “re-branding” as a serious suggestion one more time someone is going to get a Super-Wedgie™.

Re-branding is bullshit.  Too white is ridiculous – it’s not about color.  We’ve got color in the White House and obviously that’s not the magic answer.  Uptight?  Ol’ Reservoir Tip has that covered, too.  Too right?   Nah.  Focus on that and you’re so far away from the correct answer that you’re not even wrong.

I know…

How about “Be a man”?  How about “Be a man of character”?  How about “Be the same man, no matter what the situation”?

Or woman.  Let’s not turn this into a gender thing.  Let’s keep this as an issue of being real vs. a creepy political silly-putty golem.

I think the Pope is the model of what is needed.

We need someone who is what they really are.  We need someone who isn’t apologizing for what they believe in because they don’t need to.  We need someone who wants something better, but that something better does not necessarily mean having that job as top dog.

You can analyze past presidents all you want.  You can look at the great failures and great successes and you can dice them up and analyze them to your heart’s content and miss what it’s really going to take.

Someone who cares, someone who has the capacity to lead, and their heart has to be bigger than their ego.  Haven’t seen that since 1981.


Speaking of ego and fitness for leadership, Nevada’s Harry “Whorehouse” Reid can’t even wait for forensics to figure out what happened before blaming the Hawthorne Army Depot deaths on the sequester.  This isn’t news as much as my observation about a lack of respect.

Geez, Reid… I know you are a scumbag little weasel but have some courtesy – wait a little bit before using a tragedy for your own gain.

Of course the Democrats are well known for never letting something serious go to waste.****

CNN’s Foreign Int’l Correspondent Ben Wedeman:

“He hasn’t actually done much in the way of real policy changes of initiatives, and he certainly is the hope and change pope, but he’s at the head of a body, the Vatican, that’s very resistant to change”

The Hope and Change Pope?  I didn’t think you could get any more insulting than Harry Reid, but I guess I was wrong.

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Reason Offline.

What’s in a name? Whatever you want if you are Frank Zappa or this guy

Beezow Doo-Doo Zopittybop-Bop-Bop. Yes, that is the guy’s name.

I want to point something out.

Last week a teenage widow with an infant was told by the dispatcher that he could not tell her to shoot the intruders in her home but she needed to do what she needed to do to protect her child.

And the cops, being adults, said she was within the law. And they were right.

But then there is the judge that allowed “Beezow Doo-Doo Zopittybop-Bop-Bop” to change his name. You could argue that it is a free country and that as an adult he had the right… But most adults find this sort of a name to be indicative of a ridiculous time-wasting attention-getting cry of a man-child with separation-anxiety issues involving his unhealthy fixation on his third-grade teacher.

Calling bullshit on people and refusing to cave to their childish little bullshit excuses for being a wanker ought to be the norm, not the wild exception, even more so for judges.

I think everywhere you go they ought to just start banning people for using their damn cellphone where it is totally rude, but this is a start… a cellphone stack

It works like this: as you arrive, each person places their phone facedown in the center of the table. As the meal goes on, you’ll hear various texts and emails arriving… and you’ll do absolutely nothing. You’ll face temptation—maybe even a few involuntary reaches toward the middle of the table—but you’ll be bound by the single, all-important rule of the phone stack.
Whoever picks up their phone is footing the bill.

I have several co-workers, boss included, that don’t seem to understand that not only are the rest of us unimpressed by their self-importance-inflating toys, we’re kind of insulted that in spite of us having other things to do than be held captive in a stupid meeting ourselves, we’re sitting there while they conduct their more important business. So we sit and listen for when the next ringtone will disrupt 23 people’s meeting yet again.

To get the same interrupting BS at a restaurant? I do not pay good money for a table, food, and good service so I can be put on edge by someone else’s delusions of multitasking.

I think I like the idea of crushing the offender’s phone in a doorway better.

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Nine boys suspended for having a Fight Club.

The boys were given what are termed emergency expulsions, effective Monday.

Seriously?  When we’re in the middle of the largest emasculation program ever conceived of in the history of the United States they’re going to throw boys out of school for having the cojones to risk some injury in order to have so very much fun pounding the crap out of each other?

Voelpel said Stewart took action based on the videos. He said none of the boys’ parents had reported the incidents to school authorities before the video aired.

Yeah, and you know why?  Because it was boys being boys.  It isn’t expulsion-worthy.

Note:  I am a huge fan of Fight Club.  Some of the quotes are from the book, some from the movie.  They may not be verbatim, even (although my editor can probably quote the movie by heart).

God Damn! We just had a near-life experience, fellas.

We should be congratulating the boys for being boys.  What are their options… hopscotch and homogenized non-gender-specific organized reverse-role-playing?  Getting in touch with our freaking feelings?  Hey, I think everyone is touching themselves quite enough and we need to start giving boys different activities: cap guns, bb guns, GI Joe action figures, bottle rockets, garbage can “shields” and piles of dirt clods (one of my favorites as a boy), tree-climbing contests, no-hands no-helmet bike riding, running with scissors, magnifying glasses on a sunny day,  slingshots…  hell, people, chime in!  Gimme your suggestions for good “stupid” boy activities that BY GOD will build character if they survive it!

Man, I see in fight club the strongest and smartest men who’ve ever lived. I see all this potential, and I see squandering. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don’t need. We’re the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War’s a spiritual war… our Great Depression is our lives. We’ve all been raised on television to believe that one day we’d all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won’t. And we’re slowly learning that fact. And we’re very, very pissed off.

Imagine how pissed off a bunch of future girly-men are going to feel when they finally wake up to the fact that their masculinity was stripped from them by sleeping parents and reprehensible teachers.  And they won’t know what to do about it because they have only been taught things that do guys no good whatsoever.

Sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken.

But back to the rant…  Yes, they will survive it.  I did.  Most guys I know did.  Hell, I plowed a furrow in fresh sharp gravel with my face when I wiped out racing down a steep graveled hill on my ten-speed.   Blood and snot everywhere.  I was streaked with gore from forehead to waist and gashed all over the place.  And somehow I survived.  I leapt off of my parent’s roof using a bedsheet as a parachute (which doesn’t work at all when you’re 12 feet off the ground).  I survived.  You gotta do things that can’t possibly work because those painful lessons make us stronger.

By this time next week, each guy on the Assault Committee has to pick a fight where he won’t come out a hero.  And not in fight club.  This is harder than it sounds.  A man on the street will do anything not to fight.  The idea is to take some Joe on the street who’s never been in a fight and recruit him.  Let him experience winning for the first time in his life.  Get him to explode.  Give him permission to beat the crap out of you.  You can take it.  If you win, you screwed up.  “What we have to do, people,” Tyler told the committee, “is remind these guys what kind of power they still have.”

Share your dumb-boy-stunts, please.  For the sake of tomorrow’s MEN.

I just don’t want to die without a few scars.

Here’s one of my favorite scenes.  Not for the sadism, but for the truth in what Tyler says.  The kid’s life IS going to be changed, he WON’T be taking it for granted (at least he better not).   I think it’s the things we survive that make us appreciate living a bit more.  Think of it as the positive that you explore since you can’t actually sense the negative.

No, I’m not waxing metaphysical.  No, I don’t worship every line in the movie.  I don’t even have the movie in my home collection.  But I think there are some nuggets of insightful observation in it.

[Tyler Durden has told a clerk behind a store to get on his knees, and the conversation takes place with Tyler behind the clerk, gun to his head.]

CLERK: Please… don’t…

TYLER: Give me your wallet.

[The clerk fumbles his wallet out of his pocket and Tyler snatches it. Tyler pulls out the driver’s license.]

TYLER: Raymond K. Hessel. 1320 SE Benning, apartment A.   A small, cramped basement apartment.

RAYMOND: How’d you know?

TYLER: They give basement apartments letters instead of numbers.   Raymond, you’re going to die.

[Tyler rummages through the wallet.]

TYLER: Is this a picture of Mom and Dad?

RAYMOND: Yesssss…

TYLER: Your mom and dad will have to call kindly doctor so-and-so to dig up your dental records, because there won’t be much left of your face.

RAYMOND: Please, God, no…

[Raymond begins to weep, shoulders heaving.]

JACK: Tyler…

TYLER: An expired community college student ID card. What did you used to study, Raymond K. Hessel?


TYLER: “Stuff.” Were the mid-terms hard?

[Tyler rams the gun barrel against Raymond’s temple.]

TYLER: I asked you what you studied.

JACK: Tell him!

RAYMOND: Biology, mostly.


RAYMOND: I… I don’t know…

TYLER: What did you want to be, Raymond K. Hessel?

[Raymond weeps and says nothing. Tyler cocks the gun.  Raymond gasps.]

TYLER: The question, Raymond, was “what did you want to be?”


JACK: Answer him!

RAYMOND: A veterinarian!

TYLER: Animals.

RAYMOND: Yeah … animals and s-s-s —

TYLER: Stuff. That means you have to get more schooling.

RAYMOND: Too much school.

[Tyler shoves Raymond’s wallet back into Raymond’s pocket.]

TYLER: Would you rather be dead? Would you rather die? Here? On your knees? In the back of a convenience store?

RAYMOND: No, please, no, God, no!

[Tyler moves the gun right between Raymond’s eyes.]


[Tyler uncocks the gun, lowers it.]

TYLER: I’m keeping your license. I’m gonna check in on you. I know where you live. If you’re not on your way to becoming a veterinarian in six weeks, you will be dead. Now run on home.

[Tyler throws him his wallet. Raymond takes it, staggers to his feet and runs down the alley]

TYLER: [shouting to Raymond] Run, Forrest, run!

JACK: I feel ill.

TYLER: Imagine how he feels.

JACK: Come on, this isn’t funny! That wasn’t funny! What the fuck was the point of that?

[Tyler brings the gun to his own head, pulls the trigger — CLICK. Empty.]

JACK: I don’t care, that was horrible.

[Tyler walks away.]

TYLER: Tomorrow will be the most beautiful day of Raymond K. Hessell’s life.   His breakfast will taste better than any meal you and I have ever tasted.


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Lets get this out of the way, shall we?

If this be truly a religion of peace they’ll be offended and let it at that…

… but we know that’s not going to happen, right?


I think it’s nearly done if anyone has last minute comments or critiques speak up now or forever hold your feces peace.


Scarcity has been especially for the Kingly kind of Lemurs – so sorry.  I’ve been out of touch and not posted much.

Lately I’ve had cause to be rather pissed.

See, the legal system doesn’t really recognize you as being damaged unless you are in a wheelchair, have missing body parts, or are otherwise visidbly disfigured.

I would just like to have my insurance co. cover my medical expenses, but one of the hurdles is that I continue to work (I have a work ethic).  See, if I’d laid around and missed lots of time at work rather than do my best to not miss work in spite of daily pain then legally I’d be better off.  I have missed time at work but I’ve made up nearly every hour that I missed.

The system rewards you for being a burden.  I’ve worked regardless and – I hate the word “suffered” because it makes one sound like a victim but if you boil it down, suffering fits – suffered for years as a result of that auto accident, and the result of having a code of ethics is the life lesson that ethics don’t pay.  Well, that’s a lesson I am going to ignore.

Why bring it up?  Because the remodel job started by my father-in-law still needs completion.  I had a friend come over yesterday to help with the electrical issues.  I did my best to aid him where I could and he even took on sheetrocking for me.  I did try to help him.  I tried to patch screw holes today, screwed a piece or two of sheetrock up, spackled some seams.

And so I find myself in a significant amount of pain today.  Painkiller-bad pain that resists painkillers.  If past events hold true then I stand to have a rough time of it tomorrow and Tuesday.

The question becomes:  What the hell is the difference if you “can” do something vs. can’t (paralyzed perhaps) if the payoff is that your life is fundamentally f***ed up for days?

This isn’t a poor-me post – this is a rant-against-the-system post.  In nearly every other area of this country we do the same thing – we reward those who go by the default position, which is the one that requires the least effort and provides the most burden for others.

We’re giving all sorts of second chances to people who are in danger of defaulting on homes that they can’t afford.  We aren’t taxing half the nation and some of them are getting PAYMENTS come tax time.  We are socializing our health care at a time when entitlements are at an all-time high and growing higher.

Where did we stop having a higher degree of respect for intestinal fortitude, a can-do attitude, and a desire to succeed in spite of personal cost?


I can’t stand the New York Times and I know the slant they are shooting for in this article on soldiers with PTSD coming back from Iraq, but there’s some truth to it.

There’s a tough-it-out mindset in the military that doesn’t lend itself well to the realities of the mental/emotional damage that happens to our soldiers.  They are human beings, not machines.  And they don’t need just pills, they need someone who is trained to help them through mental and physical pain, too. Sure, meds are important, but they aren’t the whole story.  And, being human, every single one of them needs someone to sit down and tailor their treatment – you can’t assembly-line this stuff.

Update:  The Army has issued statements to refute the NYT article.  This doesn’t change the fact that the military could do more in the area of mental trauma and psych issues – especially given the strain it can put on families as well as the soldiers.  Like I said, I KNOW the NYT has a slant on it, but there’s a bit of truth, too.


Over at WeaselZippers, a news tidbit – a seeing eye dog refused entry to a restaurant because the waiter thought it was gay

stunned silence.   more stunned silence.   crickets chirp once and go silent.

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Bowing Out

Update: Quest for tobacco…

If you remember Tequila Squirrel:

I’m searching for a proper cigarette stock image that can be used to provide Tequila Squirrel with a cigarette.

squirrel-cropI’m not a smoker and it is surprisingly difficult to find a good pic of a cigarette where the lit end is pointing toward the camera and the lit end hanging down 30-40 degrees.  Until I find one, this squirrel will not have his fix.  Yes, I could build one from scratch but that takes more effort than I want to spend on a cigarette.


Bacon Mints.  Oooooooh… yeahhhhhhh.

bacon-mintsKeep it right next to the Meatball Bubblegum.  Ain’t America grand?

meatball bubble gum****

This was the top billing story of this post, but lots of other stuff knocked it out of the top spot.

In an unintended wry mirroring of reality, Obama bows yet again to another head of state.

He bowed to Saudi Arabia’s king and now to Japanese emperer Akihito.  A bow so low as to signify a Kohai/Senpai relationship.  I’m pretty sure Obama meant to show respect but this is ridiculous.

What it does though is mirrors the absolute truth, which is that Obama is pretty much outclassed by everybody.

APTOPIX Japan Obama AsiaI don’t know that I want my country’s leader bowing to anyone.  Shaking hands as a sign of respect among equals is what I expect and would only be polite to any head-of-state.  But to bow such as to put yourself in a deferent/inferior position?  Obama, you sicken me.

No wonder troops in Afghanistan are demoralized.  They answer to a man with all the spine of a sea cucumber.  He defers to others and cannot make tough decisions when they are needed right now.

That’s not what I call being made of stern stuff.

The left recognizes this and has tried to make up for his lack of respectable achievements by making t-shirts – Respect the President.  As Van Helsing (see below) noted:

Funny, I didn’t see any moonbats wearing these shirts before their Messiah’s ascension.

Interesting note… I was cruising around looking for a picture of an exploded cupcake, found one of an exploded refrigerator, and stumbled on to Moonbattery. I like it.  The archive page there is LONG so it’ll take a bit for your computer to catch up.  Scroll down to the “Acorn Flavored Kool-aid”.

Don’t agree with every last thing but then again this would be a sad sad country indeed if we all thought exactly the same way. Most things, though… yep!

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The State of the Union…

WARNING:  Rant ahead.  It jumps around because it’s a huge mass of topics rolled into one and I have a three year old boy making a lot of noise.

State of the Union.  What it is…

The single largest screwing the John Q. Public has ever gotten.

The enormity of the screwing isn’t even apparent yet.

We had politicians spending and legislating us into a grave using practices that would land a family of four (with 2.3 kids, no less)  in the poorhouse, bankrupt, incarcerated, ostracized, and just plain beaten silly.

We have company CEO/CFO/Others who have been greedy raised to some exponential power that I can’t even begin to fathom.  There’s a business model that has been used for some time now that says a company must see growth every single year.   Let me explain why this just chaps my nads…

Have you heard the sayings “Everybody is Special” or “Everyone is a Winner”?  It’s just a way of saying “No one is special” and “No one is a winner”.   Not everyone can be profitable every single year – in a system of finite resources you cannot have neverending gains!!!  ARRRRGH!!!

Yet this is EXACTLY how corporations have been behaving, tailoring their practices to make it appear to shareholders as if they were able to achieve large returns every year.  It’s called a “short-sighted/term business plan” and relies solely on a predatory every-man-for-himself attitude.

You say “But wait, Lemur King!  That’s how Capitalism works!”

No.  No it doesn’t.  Capitalism never espoused making decisions that destroyed the business in the long run.

If you tailor your business model to show gains without end, the market forces which are heavily linked to political forces will tend to follow the path of least resistance, which is to legislate in such a way as to support the very practices that are inherently wrong!  So now you have an attitude that espouses profit at any price and a system of laws set up to encourage that and set up state-mandated entities to that end (Fannie/Freddie).

A system and a collective group of individuals/corporations that demands neverending profits will see all facets of the system incrementally adding nudges to inflate need to a level far surpassing actual consumer need.  I don’t like the bubble analogy.  Think of a balloon being filled with hot air – every single part of the party balloon will expand slightly (as a drunken Bozo huffs and puffs into it) to add to a vastly overinflated balloon.  Some parts don’t contribute down near the neck, but overall everyone else adds to it.  Then it pops.

Throw in incentives for individuals to profit quickly and painlessly and you have – dot-com and housing blowouts.  You also have many people losing their investments when things go south.  Even if you didn’t buy a bigger house because the economy was booming (we didn’t) your home value dropped precipitously when all the un-needed homes littered the landscape.

So how is John Q. Public getting screwed?

By bailouts to:   Greedy corporations and CEO’s, individual states that could not follow budget practices that make or break every single family in the long run, companies with business structures that are outdated and self-defeating (auto industry), and every single politician wanting to be a savior to their pet project or constituents.

To the tune of TRILLIONS of dollars.  Go look up the national debt.  Eventually the debtors want their money.   You can only drop interest rates just so far and you can only print just so much money before inflation takes off like a wildfire.  The money has to come from somewhere just as you must pay off your credit cards someday.  Not surprisingly, the very people contributing to this trillion-dollar screwing are understandably very reluctant to do anything other than hide the bottom line cost of their actions, so expect to hear that bottom line incrementally grow for years to come as hidden facts continually come to light.

Add to this mess the upcoming looming disasters that have been avoided for years – Social Security and Medicare.  It was a bad idea all along, but in spite of paying into it for years now, I don’t expect to see my Social Security.  I don’t expect Medicare to be around.  I don’t expect to see very much at all except for the government to eyeball my paycheck ever more greedily.  No, those things won’t come to fruition and the debt won’t be paid down.

Unless this country is turned into a Socialist state and squeezed for every drop it can generate.†

Which for some sick reason was what a lot of politicians wanted all along.  They’re smiling and slapping each other on the back because of a mass self-delusion that they’re saviors of a social and political kind.  Expect President-Elect Obama and his fanatical ideological adherents to command the Charge of the Light Brigade in this matter.

† And even then it still won’t happen… look to Europe for a great example.

Want an example of bailout madness?


If you read this far, you deserve comic relief.  What if bitches on forums for D&D players mad at Core Rules changes were worded as if they were bitches about recipe books?  It’d be pretty damned funny but only if you played D&D at some point in your antisocial life.


Only in Michigan can you see some of the uniquererer strange-ish stuff… twins born on different days, months, and years.


The lesser appreciated  biblical hordes/hosts of pests…armadillos… are wreaking havok upon towns inTelluride,  Colorado. They lock in on woodstuffs meeting their stringent requirements and go to town, eating upwards of $100,000 of trees.

Trees you could live(out) with since they don’t scream, but the little rodents display angry tendencies towards tires, clothes, shoes, and tool handles… what are islamic dissidents going to be able to throw at Bush – gnawed gucchi… ewww, blech.

I’m not experience with armadillo poo, but I gotta believe it stinks as an other excretia does  in confined rooms.  Could it be worse than my dog’s poo?  One wonders.

zoe-snowdog2I tell you, when this specimen of dog (Zöe) has been blocked up by one of my earplugs and the “dam finally breaks” the resultant miasma is enough to strip paint off the walls, wallpaper dissolves,  the enamel of your teeth cracks off in little flakes, and children are temporarily bereft of the senses of smell and sight.  Small creatures in the attic and basement die off within hours and no pesticides are ever required.

It is traumatizing to the little waifs when all they can do is hear adults screaming, but a few psych sessions straightens them out enough to pass them off as “normal” in society.  PTSD is just not allowed to stick.

We keep the earplugs locked up pretty tightly under my pillow now.  And we are working with the US Military to develop nonlethal modes of attack  – artificially constipated English Shepherd poo ought to take those aggressors down.

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