Update:
ANOTHER apology that wasn’t. This time from the racist quota individual Charles Rangel (D-N.Y.) regarding an officer shooting another officer in Harlem:
In a released statement, the congressman said “It was entirely inappropriate to bring the President and his wife into this discussion during their visit to New York, and I hope my off-the-cuff comment did not cause embarrassment to anyone.”
“The tragic shooting of Officer Omar Edwards highlights the need for additional training of our police officers, and I am pleased that Commissioner Kelly recognizes a racial factor is involved,” Rangel also said. “I am calling on Attorney General Eric Holder to review the problems in the New York City Police Department when black officers are killed by whites, which too often is the case.”
“I hope my… comment did not cause embarrasment to anyone” is NOT an apology. It’s just an asshole spouting. Then to take that time to patronize Commissioner Kelly – great projection of blame there. THEN to shift future attention to Holder – wow. This guy is good.
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Today was the last of three epidurals. C7 and T1. Little low for what seems to have been ailin’ me, but we’ll see if it helps.
As of today itself… meh. Kinda smarts but that goes with the territory. I came home and felt like the fecal matter of a particularly ripe canine. Went to bed for about five hours and got up. Been worse but I’ve been better by a long shot. If history is any guide tomorrow won’t be fun either, but it could surprise me.
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From The Patriot Post humor… I’m not laughing much because it actually does point out why John Q. Public (AKA The Piggybank) is going to get broken because of a bunch of greedy people’s bad business decisions.
Heidi is the proprietor of a bar in Detroit. She realizes that virtually all of her customers are unemployed alcoholics and, as such, can no longer afford to patronize her bar. To solve this problem, she comes up with new marketing plan that allows her customers to drink now, but pay later.
She keeps track of the drinks consumed on a ledger (thereby granting the customers loans).
Word gets around about Heidi’s “drink now, pay later” marketing strategy and, as a result, increasing numbers of customers flood into Heidi’s bar. Soon she has the largest sales volume for any bar in Detroit.
By providing her customers’ freedom from immediate payment demands, Heidi gets no resistance when, at regular intervals, she substantially increases her prices for wine and beer, the most consumed beverages. Consequently, Heidi’s gross sales volume increases massively.
A young and dynamic vice-president at the local bank recognizes that these customer debts constitute valuable future assets and increases Heidi’s borrowing limit. He sees no reason for any undue concern, since he has the debts of the unemployed alcoholics as collateral.
At the bank’s corporate headquarters, expert traders transform these customer loans into DRINKBONDS, ALKIBONDS and PUKEBONDS. These securities are then bundled and traded on international security markets. Naive investors don’t really understand that the securities being sold to them as AAA secured bonds are really the debts of unemployed alcoholics.
Nevertheless, the bond prices continuously climb, and the securities soon become the hottest-selling items for some of the nation’s leading brokerage houses.
One day, even though the bond prices are still climbing, a risk manager at the original local bank decides that the time has come to demand payment on the debts incurred by the drinkers at Heidi’s bar. He so informs Heidi.
Heidi then demands payment from her alcoholic patrons, but being unemployed alcoholics they cannot pay back their drinking debts. Since, Heidi cannot fulfill her loan obligations she is forced into bankruptcy. The bar closes and the eleven employees lose their jobs.
Overnight, DRINKBONDS, ALKIBONDS and PUKEBONDS drop in price by 90%. The collapsed bond asset value destroys the banks liquidity and prevents it from issuing new loans, thus freezing credit and economic activity in the community.
The suppliers of Heidi’s bar had granted her generous payment extensions and had invested their firms’ pension funds in the various BOND securities. They find they are now faced with having to write off her bad debt and with losing over 90% of the presumed value of the bonds. Her wine supplier also claims bankruptcy, closing the doors on a family business that had endured for three generations, her beer supplier is taken over by a competitor, who immediately closes the local plant and lays off 150 workers.
Fortunately though, the bank, the brokerage houses and their respective executives are saved and bailed out by a multi-billion dollar no-strings attached cash infusion from the Government. The funds required for this bailout are obtained by new taxes levied on employed, middle-class, non-drinkers.
Now, do you understand?
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It’s fairly obvious that GM has done a lot of things wrong, and those things contributed to it’s current state and the dire straits that many of it’s employees find themselves in. Blame is deserved. But if you are going to be worth a damn in writing a critique, you ought to be able to say that you aren’t writing it because it’s useful fodder to advance your pet agenda. Pet agendas can, if you aren’t careful, just make you really look like an asshole. Not that Michael Moore needed help in looking like an asshole.
Michael Moore – may diseased slugs urinate on his food – doesn’t surprise me at all. Sayeth the mindless boob:
I write this on the morning of the end of the once-mighty General Motors. By high noon, the President of the United States will have made it official: General Motors, as we know it, has been totaled.
He goes on to ramble about all that he hated about the Evil Corporation (which sounds much like any of his other rants about other Evil Corporations, swapping out only specific names to lend the semblance of applicability. Up to that point he almost sounded like he cared, but then he takes off the mask:
So here we are at the deathbed of General Motors. The company’s body not yet cold, and I find myself filled with — dare I say it — joy.
Yeah, you read it right. He’s experiencing joy. There is nothing to evoke joy here, unless you are an ass.
If you read his writing you could almost think that he cares about GM employees, but he only salts the piece with sympathetic sounding words as he then gets to the real point – slapping himself on the back about Roger and Me and quickly moving on to his particular views of how the Federal Gov’t should be driven by environmentalists – driven to force Americans to participate in breathing life into the Green Vision.
Thing is, I happen to agree with some of what he says. I think mass transit would be fantastic for commuters from rural areas to the cities. I think there are lots of things that could be done to minimize pollution. Trains for hauling cargo and passengers get excellent fuel economy 400 ton-miles per gallon.
| Transportation mode |
Fuel consumption |
| BTU per short ton mile |
kJ per tonne kilometre |
| Class 1 Railroads |
341 |
246 |
| Domestic Waterbourne |
510 |
370 |
| Heavy Trucks |
3,357 |
2,426 |
| Air freight (aprox) |
9,600 |
6,900 |
You could write whole books cataloging the ways that the enviromental fruit-bats fantasize that the Utopian Wet-Dream could be achieved.
Boil it down though. The government is not supposed to be in the business of building Utopia and the things that we’d like should be supported by economics, not by whatever means of taxation are required to meet the vision.
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This guy is just nothin’ but raw material for mockery. He doesn’t even need makeup in order to look rotten and gross.
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