Drudge links to this Bloomberg report:
Jan. 30 (Bloomberg) — President Barack Obama’s administration will examine a “buy American” requirement in economic stimulus legislation that has raised concern among U.S. trading partners, White House press secretary Robert Gibbs said.
The administration “will review that particular provision,” Gibbs said today at his regular briefing. The president’s advisers understand “all of the concerns that have been heard, not only in this room, but in newspapers produced both up north and down south.”
It may have made the citizens of the world all warm and fuzzy to watch Barack Hussein Obama take the White House —and it may have given liberal partisans great satisfaction to see the stranglehold of the Democratic Party on Washington strengthened— but the reality of a Leftist America is one that will soon unnerve the whole planet and invite new disasters. The first post-American American President is some sort of internationalist, right? I certainly regard him as a cosmopolitan. I am interested in knowing how he is going to reconcile that with trade protectionism here in Unionized and Subsidized America. Our trading partners and neighbors depend on us —and now his own party wants to withdraw and make this Plantation America.
Which is Leftist America’s most ferverent secret wish.
ADDENDUM: “Ferverent” is more interesting than “fervent,” which is somehow lacking, perhaps in its induplicative labio-dentality. If you’re already in tha hiz-ood, the extra syllable is effortless and cold kickin’ it ai’ght p/0<3
Whatever the “problem” was with America up until the epochal moment of Barack Obama’s inauguration, it wasn’t that we were needing a self-identified “black” President.
I really must insist that some of you grow up and understand that.
Racepride in America is a very odd thing: it is permitted of so-called racial minorities when it is non-violent and buffered by positive cultural stereotypes; it is never permitted of so-called racial majorities unless they are honorarily, if not congenitally, Irish and it’s a few pints out on St. Paddy’s Day. White Americans have made their racepride boutiquish and, thus, safe.
Long live the American Mutt!
For maybe two or three years (I just don’t have a good sense for spans of time but, then again, neither do climatofreaks or creationists), the screw holding the right temple to the frame of my eyeglasses would, about every other or third day, come loose, requiring me to constantly take a screwdriver to it and make do til the next round of petty maintenance.
Then, about three months ago, the screw stopped coming loose. And I have not since had to make any adjustments at all. It’s like the frame found some molecular velcro in the threading of the screw to meld with and to not let go.
Watch it come loose tomorrow just to spite me. Yes, that’s right: my eyeglasses are a part of some inanimate matrix capable of spite and scheming.
Jinxery is a problem of the overly rational, as well as it is of the profoundly religious. It is a relic of misunderstanding causality that often marks our personalities like branding irons that seared the asses of our character.
That’s what much of America’s so-called War on Drugs is all about: maintaining leverage in certain communities by pursuing unwinnable policies at the street level. Using drug charges as predicates or doggie snacks or swords of Damocles. It’s hard to believe that the Community Organizer-in-Chief is down for keeping the black markets black and making criminals out of people and making markets out of criminality. After all, you can’t benefit from or integrate with what you drive underground and you can’t be morally serious by incentivizing lawlessness —for both the putative criminal and the System alike.
And so it is: the other part of the so-called War on Drugs is all about the Full Employment Act for Cops, Judges, and the Prison Industry. How many thousands of young men are in prison right now for the sale or possession of marihuana? Is that really why we maintain prisons? How about it, President Obama? How many different ways are you going to lie to us and lie to yourself about why we can’t legalize industrial hemp and marihuana? How many young men’s lives are being ruined by their associations in our prisons this very night with actual murderers, rapists, and robbers on simple account of some marihuana deal?
As they say, if not now, when? And if not you, who?
I want more for my paradigm-shifting dollar, please.
Jesus Christ! I just remembered that Joe Biden is the Vice President of the United States. There’s no excuse for that coming as a surprise to me, but it just did! Ha, ha! I have forgotten (i.e., chosen not to) watch Big Media’s transmissions to you humans for so long now (weeks and weeks!) that it was actually necessary —for the briefest moment— to search out that answer in the card catalog of my mind.
“Now, who’s our Vi—”
Ha, ha, ha!
Now, you kids won’t understand this, but take it from a very elderly 39 year-old: Biden is a clown-assed mofo. I’ve been watching this guy do his schtick for well-nigh a quarter-century and it’s all bullshit. Picking him for the VP was Obama’s final and most unambiguous word on his assessment of that office: it is not to be respected or to presume upon his own authority. Cheney wallered it out for a generation to come.
Biden isn’t impeachment insurance as Quayle was, but he is certainly a sacrificial anode on the pipe that Newguy is burying in America’s backyard right now. So enjoy the show, Changelings.
I’ve never gotten why people feel the need to say “Bless you!” after someone sneezes. Yes, I understand the historical-cultural —even the “religious” thing— behind it, but it is an annoying habit. Perhaps more annoying than the sneeze itself. But if blessing people in this way is annoying, then the one thing that trumps even that is the obligation it puts on the sneezer to say “thanks” in acknowledgement. Why do I, for instance, find myself thanking someone for saying something so unnecessary about so necessary a function?
People who sneeze are not, in fact, expelling their spirits through their noses and/or stopping their hearts; they are, instead, reflexively protecting their own bodies by violently ejecting whatever it was that was posing a threat to their respiratory and immune systems. Thus, as one is already blessed to have that well-functioning physical reaction to such a danger, one would do better to use the German “Gesundheit!” which is somehow less superstititous than it is recognitive. (”Healthiness! Yes! You are exhibiting healthiness!”)
Oh, and Obama’s Israel policy is already sucking.
must be the pilot who put that plane down on the Hudson this afternoon. Wow.
For about an hour today at work, before I forgot to be, I was obsessed with a story I caught on one of the local news websites about a death row inmate in Houston who had pulled out and ingested his own —and only— eyeball. When I first saw it, I thought, “There’s no way I’m going to click on that link” and then I wandered off to do something else, possibly including my job.
Within a few minutes, though, I started to realize that there’s no way I couldn’t click on that link. Now, I don’t go in for gore or depravity much anymore because I am evolved —or at least certainly aspire to be. But there was something so self-annihilatory about that headline —hidden in a list of other vastly more mundane news— that I was compelled to just go ahead and read on.
Well, the entire backstory to this godforsaken bastard’s journey to death row is almost too incredible. He is a monster and he is damned. But even though you know there must be worse fates among men, the hurt that this one has caused to himself in the face of what atrocities he committed before against others is somehow the worst. Who could do such a thing from start to finish and not be better met with eternal nothingness? It is the least human thing one can conceive: to butcher others and then to mutilate the sight out of oneself in the isolation within the isolation of death row. With his own overgrown nails, I guess. It is the very pit of sociopathy and makes me want to see the sky again on fertile ground. And to breathe, innocent.
Now that my Longhorns have beaten the Buckeyes (in one of the worst-officiated games ever, BTW), I’d like to know how the Sooners could even think to lay an outright claim on the National Championship if our records are identical and the head-to-head match-up went our way.
If OU beats the Gators later this week, how can the stupid poll-minders not call it a Co-Championship?
Are you fucking kidding me over here?!
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