Archive for December, 2008

High Capacity Magazines

Sunday, December 7th, 2008

GunPundit says bullets and magazines are the next battleground, contemplating this surge in gun-buying in the wake of the election of the iPresident Man-God.

I’m afraid they’re right.

Being a Golden State citizen, I’ve already been gelded. I can legitimately consider ten of the most popular models of Glock, out of two dozen available. That’s a representative sampling of automatic pistol market overall, along with the target rifles as well. Half to three quarters of what is available, is closed to me.

Doesn’t seem like much of a handicap until you make a list of features you really want to see in your next purchase, and then browse those glass cases at your nearest out-of-state shop (Boomtown Cabellas, in my case). Lots of things that can’t be bought. Because of a law that really doesn’t help too much of anything.

I’m in the Sacramento area. That means I get to read about these drive-by gang killings as local stories. I’m hard-pressed to recall one in which the perpetrator was caught, or even identified. And I’ve yet to read about one that took place because his pistol magazine held more than ten rounds. How would that work, anyway? Ten “aw gosh darn it”s followed by a “Zing, I got ‘im, now let’s get outta here”?

Having trouble envisioning it.

Bush Suddenly Not That Bad?

Sunday, December 7th, 2008

Like father, like son. Now that we’re finished with him, his popularity rating starts to trickle up.

What, after we find a suitable replacement he’s not a war criminal anymore?

I’m almost tempted to think it’s the millions upon millions of dollars spent to make people hate him, that are no longer being spent. I would think that — but that would mean people don’t necessarily think for themselves. And they keep telling me they do.

Monogrammed Branders

Sunday, December 7th, 2008

Next up on the list of things feminists would like help hating…is a catalogue entry for these cool irons you can have customized so they brand your own name into things. The idea is that when & if you’re extra-extra proud of this steak you barbequed, you can “sign” it.

I think it’s a pretty cool idea. Only thing is, I’d value it at about…$14.95. They want five times that, so that’s gonna be a no. And that’s the way things will stay, I’m afraid. After I make my first billion, the price I put on this kind of ego trip is still in the low teens.

Feminists are almost just as candid about their feelings. They don’t like ’em. At least I think that’s what the message is.

I generally love RedEnvelope for their nice gifts (though a bit overpriced), yet this made me laugh out loud. Of course the picture of their monogrammed branders (of your monogrammed choosing) has to be of “son” and “dad.” Because there’s nothing manlier than doing some grillin’ some steak and branding your manliness into the meat.

I’m presuming “laugh out loud” has pejorative intent. It’s the “yet” that so inclines me.

Here’s the part I can’t quite make out: Why does this make the feminist “help me deplore this” list? I know it’s about as exclusive a club as your phone book’s white pages. I find that question intriguing, because I don’t think the feminists themselves understand the answer to it.

Let’s see…

We have — eating meat. Feminists are at odds with that. I’ve been wondering why that is, for decades now, and if I haven’t figured it out by now I’m not going to figure it out today. Meat makes people strong. Women are people. Feminists want women to be strong, yet meat ends up on the “Hate” list.

Grilling. Grilling is a manly thing. Feminists don’t like manly things. Okay, that’s a little bit easier to see, although it contradicts the talking points put out by the feminist P.R. machine…which say, they love men as much as anyone else, and if you don’t get in the way of female empowerment then they have no “beef” (har!) with you. Well, I think anyone who’s watched ’em for a minute or two knows that’s a load of bullshit. So if you end up in an argument with a feminist over whether the movement is all about man-bashing or not, I guess this is something to chew on (snicker).

What interests me is the signing, and the pride in workmanship that it represents. I believe, if you were to subject the enraged feminists to an afternoon of deep psychiatric probing — eww — you’d eventually find out this is a primary bone of contention. Feminism has a whole buffet of antithetical relationships to simple but important things, antithetical relationships to which feminist advocates will avoid confessing. It is at odds with all kinds of beneficial human activities and situations, and spends so much energy trying to pretend not to be at odds with them. One of those essential elements is individualism. Which means work, achievement, and pride taken in it.

Feminism is hostile to that.

Feminism doesn’t want people to think of it as being hostile to that.

But it is.

We-ell…whether it’s the taking pride in the work you’ve been doing, eating meat, grilling, or doing silly man-stuff that doesn’t make too much sense…you have to admit. A feminist movement that is truly confined to opposing oppression against women, or promoting the dignity of women in a civilized society, wouldn’t give even a passing thought to this. I realize this is more of an elbow-in-the-ribs to the like-minded (bitter) girls in the neo-feminist movement, than any kind of call for storming a male mysoginist fortress with pitchforks and torches. But the point stands — that this item interests the people who call themselves feminists, even in a humorous way, interests me. It is a window into their dark souls. Condemning the monogrammed branders, or even chuckling derisively at them, has nothing at all to do with any kind of human-rights movement. Not unless they’re being used on human flesh, which doesn’t seem to be the case here.

It’s just another overpriced rich-person’s silly toy. One of thousands. Get over it.

And that’s your latest specimen of scope creep in the man-bashing feminist movement. You haven’t too much longer to wait for the next one.

I Dun Some Stuff

Sunday, December 7th, 2008

Dustbury found this. You bold whatever you’ve done…

1. Started your own blog
2. Slept under the stars
3. Played in a band
4. Visited Hawaii
5. Watched a meteor shower
6. Given more than you can afford to charity
7. Been to Disneyland
8. Climbed a mountain
9. Held a praying mantis
10. Sang a solo
11. Bungee jumped
12. Visited Paris
13. Watched a lightning storm at sea (from land)
14. Taught yourself an art from scratch
15. Adopted a child
16. Had food poisoning
17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty
18. Grown your own vegetables
19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France
20. Slept on an overnight train
21. Had a pillow fight
22. Hitch hiked
23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill
24. Built a snow fort
25. Held a lamb
26. Gone skinny dipping
27. Run a Marathon
28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice
29. Seen a total eclipse
30. Watched a sunrise or sunset
31. Hit a home run
32. Been on a cruise
33. Seen Niagara Falls in person
34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors
35. Seen an Amish community
36. Taught yourself a new language
37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied
38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person
39. Gone rock climbing
40. Seen Michelangelo’s David
41. Sung karaoke
42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt
43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant
44. Visited Africa
45. Walked on a beach by moonlight
46. Been transported in an ambulance
47. Had your portrait painted
48. Gone deep sea fishing
49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person
50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris
51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling
52. Kissed in the rain
53. Played in the mud
54. Gone to a drive-in theater
55. Been in a movie
56. Visited the Great Wall of China
57. Started a business
58. Taken a martial arts class
59. Visited Russia
60. Served at a soup kitchen
61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies
62. Gone whale watching
63. Got flowers for no reason
64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma
65. Gone sky diving
66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp
67. Bounced a check
68. Flown in a helicopter
69. Saved a favorite childhood toy
70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial
71. Eaten Caviar
72. Pieced a quilt
73. Stood in Times Square
74. Toured the Everglades
75. Been fired from a job
76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London
77. Broken a bone
78. Been on a speeding motorcycle
79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person
80. Published a book
81. Visited the Vatican
82. Bought a brand new car
83. Walked in Jerusalem
84. Had your picture in the newspaper
85. Read the entire Bible
86. Visited the White House
87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating
88. Had chickenpox
89. Saved someone’s life
90. Sat on a jury
91. Met someone famous
92. Joined a book club
93. Lost a loved one
94. Had a baby (I seem to recall there was a woman who had something to do with it)
95. Seen the Alamo in person
96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake
97. Been involved in a law suit
98. Owned a cell phone
99. Been stung by a bee
100. Read an entire book in one day

Showgirls on Fast Track to Become Powerful Politicians

Sunday, December 7th, 2008

And the feminists don’t like it.

Won’t you please join them in deploring…X.

Going Into Withdrawal After the Campaign

Sunday, December 7th, 2008

Hardcore left-wing moonbats. Suffering delerium tremens, now that they realize they can’t do a whole lot of arguing when everything’s gonna be done their way.

And yet, they certainly do find a way to get some arguing done. All friendly-fire. If you’re a lefty-loosie, you might want to sit down before watching this. If you’re a tighty-rightie, put the coffee down because I will not be responsible for buying you a new keyboard when you spew:

I told you the House of Eratosthenes One Revolution Away Badge would come in handy. I knew it then, I said so, I never had any doubts about it…

FaPoBuAd (Failed Policies of the Bush Administration) never…ever…not even once…had anything to do with it, did it? It was all about chasing that next high. From the very get-go, for untold millions upon millions, that’s all it ever was. Now look what you have going on here. Everyone wants everything to be done the same way, everywhere. On that, they agree. But nobody wants to do anything the way anybody else says. Every face on the totem pole thought it would be the one on top.

Speaking of which — isn’t the definition of good satire that it’s hard to tell it apart from reality? With that in mind, imagine the YouTube clip above put in transcript form, and then placed alongside this.

Would you be able to tell what’s-what? You sure about that?

Thing I Know #235. What a self-parodying mess it is when a command hierarchy is constructed within any rebellion, for there it becomes undeniable: The rebel is only a fair-weather friend, at best, to the act of rebelling.

Gun Pulled on Bareheaded Moped Rider

Sunday, December 7th, 2008

This is why those brave men chucked all that tea into Boston Harbor.

The nanny-state is a real threat. It is enduring. Timeless. Never forget.

Have you purchased your fair share of carbon offsets today?

Rush Loves Sarah Palin

Sunday, December 7th, 2008

I haven’t yet heard a good reason for anyone to hate her.

Tons and tons of reasons…just nothing good yet.

By the way, why does anyone, anywhere, consider BaBaWaWa to be a professional, in any way? Had she been less well-established, her conduct in this interview would’ve been a career-killer.

Bush Belongs in Prison

Sunday, December 7th, 2008

Moonbats unhinged.

Bush or Obama?

Sunday, December 7th, 2008

Anchoress would like you to take the Fashion Challenge.

Rules, Rules, Rules

Saturday, December 6th, 2008

Not sure what it is about this time of year, must be the gift-giving.

My e-mail inbox is swelling up with rules, rules, rules.

Mens’ Rules for Women…please note, they are all numbered ‘1’ ON PURPOSE!

1. Men are NOT mind readers.
1. Learn to work the toilet seat. You’re a big girl. If it’s up, put it down. We need it up, you need it down. You don’t hear us complaining about you leaving it down.
1. Sunday sports It’s like the full moon or the changing of the tides. Let it be.
1. Crying is blackmail.
1. Ask for what you want. Let us be clear on this one! Subtle hints do not work! Strong hints do not work! Obvious hints do not work! Just say it!
1. Yes and No are perfectly acceptable answers to almost every question.
1. Come to us with a problem only if you want help solving it. That’s what we do. Sympathy is what your girlfriends are for.
1. Anything we said 6 months ago is inadmissible in an argument. In fact, all comments become Null and void after 7 Days.
1. If you think you’re fat, you probably are. Don’t ask us.
1. If something we said can be interpreted two ways and one of the ways makes you sad or angry, we meant the other one.
1. You can either ask us to do something Or tell us how you want it done. Not both. If you already know best how to do it, just do it yourself.
1. Whenever possible, Please say whatever you have to say during commercials.
1. Christopher Columbus did NOT need directions and neither do we.
1. ALL men see in only 16 colors, like Windows default settings. Peach, for example, is a fruit, not a color. Pumpkin is also a fruit. We have NO idea what mauve is.
1. If it itches, it will be scratched. We do that.
1. If we ask what is wrong and you say ‘nothing,’ We will act like nothing’s wrong. We know you are lying, but it is just not worth the hassle.
1. If you ask a question you don’t want an answer to, Expect an answer you don’t want to hear.
1. When we have to go somewhere, absolutely anything you wear is fine… Really!
1. Don’t ask us what we’re thinking about unless you are prepared to discuss such topics as baseball or golf.
1. You have enough clothes.
1. You have too many shoes.
1. I am in shape. Round IS a shape!
1. Thank you for reading this. Yes, I know I have to sleep on the couch tonight; But did you know men really don’t mind that? It’s like camping.

What do the ladies do about this?

What do you think women do when you hand them a list of fifteen rules.

You didn’t really have to wonder about that too long, did you?

Rules for Guys, by women

1. When crying occurs you caused it and should fix it. Perfect time for a gift.
2. Watching Star Trek or any type of non-romance movie/ T.V. show should also be rewarded in a gift.
3. The toilet seat prefers to be down. Gravity; any questions?
4. When we ask if we are fat, we are looking for a “NO I love you just the way you are” answer.
5. Cindy Crawford cuts her hair why can’t we?
6. We are not always thinking of you.
7. We are not always looking for the perfect gift… some gift is better than no gift, and we realize it is the thought that counts.
8. Our Cats truly are special friends.
9. Shopping is not a sport, it’s an adventure.
10. We value your opinion on our outfits and perhaps you should ask for direction when you are dressing.
11. Wearing the same clothes because they are on top of the pile is not acceptable.
12. If we had enough clothes or shoes then why are there so many stores?
13. When we ask for something we want it then!! Don’t wait for a birthday, etc. you may for get what it is that we want.
14. If you cant be expected to hit the toilet, we can’t be expected to find the oil.
15. When the lights come on in the car, we let you know when we get around to it.
16. Three pairs of shoes in not a selection, its a crisis!
17. Boots, old tennis shoes, and grass shoes are not adequate shoe choices.
18. We don’t believe you when you say you’ll be right home.
19. Yes and No are not answers, you are not on trial and we are not your attorney.
20. We remember what you say regardless of how long its been. Why can’t you?
21. Saying what you think we want to hear gets you in more trouble! Stop while you are ahead.
22. There are no good sports.
23. Why can’t you ask for directions?
24. Why can’t you follow directions?
25. How can we be expected to tell you about our day in just 30 seconds when it took all day to happen?
26. You too can order Pizza.
27. Chinese Food is a meal.
28. Chips and Dip are NOT a meal.
29. Why don’t you know all of these rules?

Quid pro quo is good enough. For any woman.

Eh…no, it’s not. Just making sure you’re paying attention.

A Woman’s 50 Rules for Men

1. Call.
2. Don’t lie.
3. Never tape any of her body parts together.
4. If guys’ night out is going to be fun, invite the girls.
5. If guys’ night out is going to involve strippers, remember the zoo rules: No Petting.
6. The correct answer to “Do I look fat?” is never, ever “Yes.”
7. Ditto for “Is she prettier than me?”
8. Victoria’s Secret is good. Frederick’s of Hollywood is bad.
9. Ordering for her is good. Telling her what she wants is bad.
10. Being attentive is good. Stalking is bad.
11. “Honey”, “Darling”, and “Sweetheart” are good. “Nag”, “Lardass”, and “Bitch” are bad.
12. Talking is good. Shouting is bad. Slapping is a felony.
13. A grunt is seldom an acceptable answer to any question.
14. None of your ex-girlfriends were ever nicer, prettier, or better in bed.
15. Her cooking is excellent.
16. That isn’t an excuse for you to avoid cooking.
17. Dishsoap is your friend.
18. Hat does not equal shower, aftershave does not equal soap, and warm does not equal clean.
19. Buying her dinner does not equal foreplay.
20. Answering “Who was that on the phone?” with “Nobody” is never going to end that conversation.
21. Ditto for “Whose lipstick is this?”
22. Two words: clean socks.
23. Believe it or not, you’re probably not more attractive when you’re drunk.
24. Burping is not sexy.
25. You’re wrong.
26. You’re sorry.
27. She is probably less impressed by your discourse on your cool car than you think she is.
28. Ditto for your discourse on football.
29. Ditto for your ability to jump up and hit any awning in a single bound.
30. “Will you marry me?” is good. “Let’s shack up together” is bad.
31. Don’t assume PMS is the cause for every bad mood.
32. Don’t assume PMS doesn’t exist.
33. No means No. Yes means Yes. Silence could mean anything she feels like at that particular moment in time, and it could change without notice.
34. “But, we kiss…” is not justification for using her toothbrush. You don’t clean plaque with your tongue.
35. Never let her walk anywhere alone after 11pm.
36. Chivalry and feminism are NOT mutually exclusive.
37. Pick her up at the airport. Don’t whine about it, just do it.
38. If you want to break up with her, break up with her. Don’t act like a complete jerk until she does it for you.
39. Don’t tell her you love her if you don’t.
40. Tell her you love her if you do. Often.
41. Always, always suck up to her brother.
42. Think boxers.
43. Silk boxers.
44. Remember Valentine’s Day, and any cheesy “anniversary” she so-names.
45. Don’t try to change the way she dresses.
46. Her haircut is never bad.
47. Don’t let your friends pick on her.
48. Call.
49. Don’t lie.
50. The rules are never fair. Accept this without question. The fact that she has to go through labor while you sit in the waiting room on your ass smoking cigars isn’t fair either, and it balances everything.

And the gentlemen (make the mistake) of hit[ting] back

43 Rules for Women

1. It is only common courtesy that you should leave the seat on the toilet UP when you are done.
2. If you are cooking a special dinner for a man, be sure to include something from each of the four
major male food groups: Meat, Fried, Beer and Red.
3. Don’t make him hold your purse in the shopping centre.
4. Despite the overwhelming evidence to the contrary in many of the fine bars and fraternities
throughout the country, not all men are cretins deserving your contempt.
5. Shopping is not fascinating.
6. When he asks for a threesome with you and your best friend, he is only joking.
7. Unless the answer is yes.
8. In which case, can he videotape it?
9. If you REALLY want a nice guy, stop dating good-looking arseholes.
10. The man is ALWAYS in charge of poking the campfire with a stick and/or tending the grill.
11. Trying to provoke a large, dangerous-looking felon from across the room is not funny.
12. Money does not equate to love. Not even in Nevada.
13. Any attempt by a man to prepare food, no matter how feeble (ie Microwaving a burrito, fixing
Spaghetti, etc) should be met with roughly the same degree of praise a parent might shower upon
their infant when it walks for the first time.
14. Those male models with perfect bodies are all gay. Accept it.
15. He heard you the first time.
16. You know, YOU can ask HIM out too… Let’s spread the rejection around a little.
17. If you truly want honesty, don’t ask questions you don’t really want the answer to.
18. Of COURSE he wants another beer.
19. The guy doesn’t ALWAYS have to sleep on the wet spot.
20. Dogs good. Cats bad.
21. Any sort of injury involving the testicles is not funny.
22. If he has to sit through “Legends of the Fall”, you have to sit through “Showgirls”.
23. “Fine” is not an acceptable way to end an argument.
24. Do not question a man’s innate navigational abilities by suggesting he stop for directions.
25. He was not looking at that other girl.
26. Well, okay… maybe a little.
27. Okay, so what! He was looking at her. Big deal. Like you never looked at another guy…
28. There is nothing wrong by calling a women “FINE LOOKING HOOCHIE MAMA”.
29. He is the funniest, strongest, best-looking, most successful man you have ever met.
30. And all your friends think so too. Especially the cute ones.
31. Your (select appropriate item:) butt/boobs/hair/makeup/legs look fine. As a matter of fact, it/they
look damn good. Stop asking.
32. If you want a satisfying sex life, you will NEVER fake an orgasm.
33. It is not necessary to discuss the heaviness of your menstrual flow with him.
34. Remember: that Nair bottle looks an awful lot like shampoo if left in the shower.
35. Two words: blow job. Learn it. Live it. Love it.
36. Dirty laundry comes in several categories: Looks fine/smells fine, Looks fine/smells bad, Looks
dirty/smells fine. Unless you intend to wash it, do not try to disrupt piles organised in this manner.
37. Yes, Sharon Stone/Pamela Anderson/Cindy Crawford is prettier than you. Just like Brad
Pitt/Antonio Banderas/Keanu Reeves is better looking than him. But since neither one of you is
going to be dating any of these people, love the one you’re with.
38. Of course size matters, and boy does he have the grandaddy of them all.
39. His (fill in appropriate selections:) bald spot/beer gut/impossibly thick glasses/impotency/scabby rash, is cute.
40. Don’t hog the covers.
41. Watching football is a major turn-on for you. But please wait until the halftime show to act upon
that…
42. He does not just want to be friends.
43. A successful date always starts with the woman uttering the sentence: “You know, why don’t we
just skip the expensive dinner and stay here having freaky circus sex all night?”

And with that…the roosters stunned the hens into complete silence.

And won the argument.

For good.

Really.

……….you’re just not figuring this one out too quick if you bought that, huh?

Women’s rules for men
TOP 30 THINGS TO KNOW ABOUT US!!!

1. Don’t ever lie to us, we always find out.
2. We don’t enjoy talking dirty to you as much as you enjoy listening.
3. Don’t say you understand when you don’t.
4. Girls are petty, get over it.
5. You don’t have PMS; don’t act like you know what it’s like.
6. Saying something sweet might get you off the hook; doing something sweet will always get you off the hook.
7. If you talk about having a big dick, we know you don’t.
8. Zit’s happen to everyone. Yes, Mr. Perfect, even to you.
9. We don’t like it when you act like Mr Big; we like it when you are Mr Big.
10.A system in your car only impresses your homeboys.
11. No matter what you say, your ex girlfriend is a pig.
12. It’s good to be sensitive, sometimes.
13. If you did something wrong or even if you didn’t, apologize.
14. Be spontaneous, dinner and a movie won’t always cut it.
15. We are self-conscious by nature, we can’t help it.
16. We are drama queens.
17. Fashion police do exist.
18. Don’t ask us to give head; if you are nice you just might get it.
19. We absolutely do not care about monster trucks, or anything else you and your friends talk about, like: how much you know about the video games, porn, computers, Star Wars, etc.
20. Hugs and kisses must be given at all times.
21. We don’t shave our legs every day, get over it.
22. Don’t make bets about us, we always find out.
23. Shave – no matter how cool you think it looks, we hate it.
24. Even if you think it is cool to burp, fart, or emit other strange gases from your body, it’s not.
25. Don’t compare our breasts with Brittany Spear’s, hers are fake.
26. It is not cool to shoot snot rockets.
27. We are beautiful, but make-up helps. (All girls love makeup, do not call us prissy or tell us we worry to much about the way we look for wearing it.)
28. We will always think we are fat so humor us and tell us we aren’t.
29. It doesn’t make you look cool to make fun of someone else.
30. If you ever beat us in a sport or game, it’s always because you cheated, even if you didn’t.

And

This is for the lady’s. Post these on your fridges.
The rules for men:

1. The female always makes the rules.
2. The rules are subject to change at any time without prior notification.
3. No male can possibly know all the rules.
4. If the female suspects the male knows all the rules, she must immediately change some or all of the rules.
5. The female is never wrong.
6. If the female is wrong, it is because of a flagrant misunderstanding which was a direct result of something the male did or said wrong.
7. If Rule 6 applies, the male must apologize immediately for causing the misunderstanding.
8. The female can change her mind at any given point in time.
9. The male must never change his mind without express written consent from the female.
10. The female has every right to be angry or upset at any time.
11. The male must remain calm at all times, unless the female wants him to be angry or upset.
12. The female must under no circumstances let the male know whether or not she wants him to be angry or upset.

And then finally this gem rolled on in…

FIVE RULES FOR MEN TO FOLLOW TO A HAPPY LIFE:

1. It’s important to have a woman who helps at home, who cooks from time to time, cleans up and has a job.
2. It’s important to have a woman who can make you laugh.
3. It’s important to have a woman you can trust and who doesn’t lie to you.
4. It’s important to have a woman who is good in bed and who likes to be with you.
5. It’s very, very important that these four women do not know each other.

To which I shall reply with my simple rules. The ones that really matter. There are only three of them.

1. Society is in a state of advancement if the ladies are impressed by the skills and abilities of their men.
2. Society is in a state of wane if they are not.
3. If Rule #2 applies and Rule #1 does not, it really doesn’t matter whose fault it is.

Thing I Know #253. Men are not inherently better than women. Women are not inherently better than men. But a woman who’ll bring a man a beer, is much better than a woman who will not.

Feminist Bloggers Face Criticism and Scrutiny and Don’t Get Paid

Saturday, December 6th, 2008

Oh, this is rich. (Warning, dirty words used, like right outta the gate, so mute this if you’re at work.)

The other day my girlfriend came home from work and she found me whacking myself in the head with a claw hammer. She asked “why are you hitting yourself in the head with a claw hammer?”

And I replied, quite sensibly, “Because the ball peen is way downstairs, in the garage.” Looking at her like she’s an idiot, of course.

It’s exactly the same logic. Exactly the same as saying “Feminist bloggers put in long hours, face lots and lots of criticism, and they do it for free.” Duh…yeah. Scuba diving involves getting wet. Blogging involves being called out on your crap if you jot something down that doesn’t make a whole lot of sense, and furthermore, everybody gets it at some time or another.

Why are feminist bloggers subjected to this torture? Because bloggers are. And complaining about how nobody’s paying you for doing it, puts the Big Reveal on feminism itself.

It’s the science of complaining. And being ready to do a whole lot more of it. It’s proven, here…lots of bloggers aren’t feminists, they’re scrutinized, they’re unpaid, they’re not famous. In fact, some of us who write for what’s informally known as The Blog That Nobody Reads, and things like those, don’t give a rip about the not-being-famous part. That’s part of the reason why we call it that.

In the mind of the feminist, being subjected to exactly the same treatment, is a manifestation of oppression…I suppose. Or something. How pathetic. She assigns herself the task of listing all the reasons why feminist bloggers are entitled to some belated kudos, and she can’t think of a single thing applicable to feminist bloggers, that doesn’t apply to all bloggers.

Heh heh. Next up — if bloggers did get paid, as a dude, I would be getting a bigger cut. In fact, with things as they are, the feminists are being paid only seventy percent of the nothing I’m being paid. And it’s just not fair, dammit!

You know, if the innernets ever get hit with some kind of meteor, and we have to choose, let’s say, a thousand resources to be shielded in some kind of underground cave so they can emerge after the disaster and re-populate the ‘net all over again — I want Feministing to have one of the very first spots. World wouldn’t be the same without ’em. Wouldn’t be half as entertaining. Sure, a little bit of ’em goes a long, long way, but I’d miss them.

Annoying Toys

Saturday, December 6th, 2008

I was conducting negotiations with “Kidzmom” about Christmas gifts and someone (no need to ponder who, too long, if you’ve been reading these pages) brought up the point that the people who produce toys seem to be hunkered down in an undeclared war with the people who produce the kids who produce the demand for those toys. This someone could not help noticing that as the grown-ups selecting the toy-gifts labored longer and harder to avoid the December 24 frowny-faces as the gifts were opened, the laboring seemed to come longer and harder still. The tech specs seemed to become more and more picky. Fine-grained. Deceptive. Failure migrated from the realm of the possible, to the likely, bordering on unavoidable. It began to feel like fighting someone.

When I was the rug-rat, it was just batteries not being included. Now it’s memory cards. And more. Packages that include these-or-those vital things, given names identical to corresponding packages that aren’t supposed to have them (even though you need them).

Most aggravating of all is the movie tie-in toy that has had the bejeezus marketed out of it, to such a degree that your adorable little yard ape, along with the others, is convinced that this is His Reason For Being. And the more you look into it, knowing your child’s personality, you know it’s going to end up at the bottom of the toy basket covered by a thick layer of dust. Even the damn thing costs four hundred bucks. When it’s all over, the parents will be blamed for Christmas becoming anti-Christian and overly-materialistic — well, yes, it is the parents’ fault. It’s the parents’ fault for being negligent. But what about those who are wilfully fooling them?

Are they really in the fun business? You know, I’m so glad it hasn’t happened around here…too often…but I think when the cherub is expecting X on Christmas Eve, and he opens the coveted present and pulls out Y instead of X — it ain’t that fun. From where arises this impressive effort to try to make it happen?

Well, Dr. Helen has found something I don’t think anybody, anywhere, is going to be expecting. And woe be unto you if it ends up in your abode.

How much must you hate the parents of the kid that you give this to? I can’t imagine how annoying and loud this thing must be. Nothing like a loud megaphone, flashing lights and a working fire hose to bring tranquility to the house.

Now, you just stop. I know what you’re thinking. And that parent, whoever she is, was not that mean to you.

“Dangerous People”

Saturday, December 6th, 2008

Someone needs to go look for some in his mirror.

Reminds me of something Evan Sayet said: “If it was stupidity, they’d be right more often.”

Why Quantum of Solace Disappointed Me

Saturday, December 6th, 2008

Warning, you might regard some of what follows as a spoiler. There are some big spoilers I will not reveal, but I understand this wouldn’t excuse things if I blew open the little ones. So forewarned is forearmed.

1. The Double-Oh-Seven Milagro Beanfield War. Moonraker remains, in one shallow respect, the greatest James Bond movie of all time. The bad guy was going to destroy everything. It doesn’t seem to matter much when a mediocre-to-awful Bond movie is made, in which the catastrophe threatened is global. But it matters a lot when the catastrophe threatened is local. In fact, I’m coming up empty on why exactly it was any official concern at all to Her Majesty’s government, let alone to the CIA.

2. He Didn’t Shag. Okay, the “doomed girl” got a shagging. He was platonic with his closing-credits girl. That’s not Bond. It’s a hideous mistake. Memo to Wilson and Broccoli: Don’t…do that…ever…again.

3. That Goddamned Shaking Camera. Of all my complaints, this is the one I have the greatest confidence will reasonate, because I’m not in the minority on this one. An action sequence can be wonderful if you know where things are. Indiana Jones going under the truck, is art, because I know that’s where he is in relation to the truck. If I don’t know who’s chasing who, it’s just so many minutes of dreck. And some of these stunts are horribly dangerous, so that’s a shame.

4. Goofy Villains. Le Chiffre was a model here. His physical form was puny and diminutive and there was very little intimidating about his person, but he was horrifying because of his connections. Ditto for the two Big-Bads in QoS, but you made the mistake of putting them in fist fights. I’m not afraid of what might happen to Daniel Craig, post-workout, when Mathieu Amalric is coming after him, even if Almaric is holding an axe. I’m still waiting for Mr. Craig to kick his ass. Checking my watch while I’m doing it. That’s your point of failure. I shouldn’t be looking at my watch. Weapons or no, nobody under seven feet tall should be getting in a fist fight with Daniel Craig.

5. Parachute. This is like a newbie mistake with cliffhangers. A parachute needs about five seconds, give or take, to slow you down before you land. The jumping out of the plane was cool, though.

6. The Organization. Frankly, I find this quite unforgivable. We were wondering throughout all of Casino Royale what this “organization” was. Yeah, the questions were answered. Kinda. Why I should give a rat’s rear end, is something I’m not quite clear on.

7. The Human Rights Scrub. There really is no controversy left about this in intelligence circles. Actually I don’t really know that. It’s probably not true; but it should be. If you want to find out filthy information about what’s going on, you have to deal with filthy people, and that’s just the way the business works. Some Hollywood movie about that being a bad thing, isn’t going to make it any less true. Besides, the quibbling about this makes for a rather pointless, distracting and monotonous subplot. Should’ve left that one alone.

8. The Ending. Who the hell is this guy, the one James Bond is pointing his gun at? Oh, that’s the guy James Bond has been chasing ever since the last movie. Why am I only seeing him in the last five minutes? What does he have to do with Dominic Greene and Quantum? What clue led James Bond to this apartment? Maybe I can update this after multiple repeat viewings when some connection jumps out at me; maybe I’ll have to update this. But I don’t recall anything. And it’s not appropriate for that to be a multiple-viewing subtlety either. Santino Corleone getting lectured by his wife at his sister’s wedding reception, that’s something you want the audience to pick up after multiple viewings. This should’ve been something blatantly obvious from the very first get-go, slapping the audience right in the kisser, over a bag of popcorn. Hey, I saw the movie, and this looks just sloppily tacked-on. This was supposed to be the point of the whole movie.

9. James Bond is Framed. James Bond was at this opera house. This other guy ended up shot. The head of MI-6 is convinced that this means James Bond shot the guy. Wow, M, don’t hurt yourself jumping to conclusions. I can’t speak for Jason Bourne, but since this isn’t a Bourne movie, it should probably be pointed out that James Bond uses an exceptionally distinct caliber in his firearm. All together now: Walther PPK with Browning 7.65 mm. (Actually it’s been updated to a P99 with 9mm, but since M never even asked about the forensics, the point stands.)

10. Mathis. That was pretty lame. If you’re going to do that to poor Mathis, wait until there’s a movie that has no Leiter. Also, I can’t quite get over the thing with the dumpster. I know you were trying to say something about how well Bond and Mathis knew each other…the problem is, they didn’t really know each other that well.

All in all, it was an okay movie. But it wasn’t a Bond movie. You’ve got me looking forward to #23, which is good, but I’m looking forward to it hoping you’ve learned a lot of lessons from this one. Which isn’t good.

I’ve Found Something About Sarah Palin I Don’t Like

Saturday, December 6th, 2008

And it is this…

…her scandals are excruciatingly boring.

If she’s trying to match the notoriety of going to an America-bashing bigoted church for twenty years, or letting a woman drown in your car while you stumble home and sleep off your stupor…words cannot describe how miserably Palin has failed. Boy, it’s a good thing she isn’t going to be Vice-President.

In fact, I’d put her failure on par with George W. Bush’s failure lately to take all my money away at the gas pump. Those Republicans. Is there anything they can do?

The Left’s Religion

Saturday, December 6th, 2008

Gerard opines.

The real disaster for the Liberal/Left in the last 8-years was not that George Bush was religious, but that Bush’s religion was not the Liberal/Left’s approved religion; the Religion of the Self. They now have their new apotheosis in Obama, a man whose professed faith is plain to see — through.

There does seem to be a strange unifying gravity well in that part of the universe, does there not? Not exactly true atheism, is it.

They seem to believe in a deity who helps those who do not help themselves.

It has something to do with being a good person. But it’s not overly obsessed with that, because if you ascend to this level of goodness but nobody knows about it, it’s all for nothing. You must advertise it. And it’s not all happy thoughts, because hating George W. Bush is an indispensible part of the weekly benediction.

The only thing these “Believers” could sense that partook of the spiritual was the Self and the Self alone. Thus they made the Self into their golden idol and set it on the altar of their brief lives. Obsessed with embellishing this idol many spent large sums and long periods of introspective analysis with professionals that were paid handsomely to confirm to them, at all times and in all places, that the grim visage of the Self reigned supreme, and that only the Self and only this life in this world could be validated.

Lack of faith has turned out to be a form of faith. That the left does, indeed, have a religion, is all but proven when the time comes to figure out what to do with the infidels. A non-religion would leave them alone entirely; “liberal” stands for liberty, does it not? But there certainly is a “convert or die” undertone involved in how our most rabid leftists treat those who cannot, or will not, believe.

Cross-posted at Right Wing News.

Marisa is Number One

Saturday, December 6th, 2008

And she very well should be.

Thanks For Cearing That Up

Saturday, December 6th, 2008

My intuition tells me there’s a little bit too much attention to vague notions of “diversity” involved in your education system there, Ms. Rhee…maybe the time’s come to focus on something else.

Finally, Someone Told Environmentalists to Feck Off

Saturday, December 6th, 2008

I’m linking because I want to keep track of when this happens. It so seldom does. There are very, very few syndicates, coteries or factions that are told to go off somewhere and stick it, less often than the environmentalists. Their ideas turn out to be bad ones…they turn out to be worse…they turn out to destroy jobs and houses and families and humans…then they turn out to be awful. Still, anyone elected or appointed whose judgment is trusted on issues that really matter, caves in to the environmentalists.

Well, not this time.

Honoring a tradition that dates at least to the Reagan administration, [President George W.] Bush is pushing through a bundle of controversial last-minute changes in federal rules — many of them involving the environment, national parks and public lands in the West.

President Clinton used his final weeks and months in office to strengthen a host of environmental rules and lock up federal lands with wilderness and other protective designations. Bush is using the same window of opportunity to open wilderness for oil and gas drilling, and to loosen safeguards for air, water and wildlife.

In recent days, the Bush administration announced new rules to speed oil shale development across 2 million rocky acres in the West. It scheduled an auction for drilling rights alongside three national parks. It has also set in motion processes to finalize major changes in endangered species protection, allow more mining waste to flow into rivers and streams, and exempt factory farms from air pollution reporting.

Researchers who track “midnight regulations” say Bush pushed 53 of them through the federal Office of Information and Regulatory Affairs in the last three weeks, nearly double the pace of Clinton at this point in his final year.

Yeah, and this will make people hate him MORE. And kids will cry when they find arsenic in their drinking water.

The regulations Bush is overturning — these do not clean the environment. These regulations obstruct business. That is what they are for, and that is the effect they have. Our tradition is to gum up the works with all of these kinds of anti-business regulations, as many as we can afford to have — plus just a few more.

It’s a great time to roll some of ’em back.

We know the modern enviornmental movement is hostile to private-sector commerce. We know modern socialism has worn environmentalism as a convenient disguise. We know it’s quite often that true environmental protection, and success for the businesses, share interests that are overlapping and not oppositional — and when that happens, what we today call “environmentalism” opposes them both. We know these things. They’ve been proven.

And we know the modern environmental movement’s public-relations techniques work exceptionally well. Better than anyone else’s. Of all the destroyers who crank away on the P.R. machine, laboring tirelessly to convince the public that they’re really preservers and not destroyers, the destroyers who are environmentalists succeed at this more impressively than anyone else. Business after business fails under the crushing heel of their draconian regulations, and they still get to pump out more. Nobody ever tells ’em to stick it. Ever.

So I’m sure this feels like quite a poke in the eye. To them.

That doesn’t mean that’s what this is. It’s simple opposition. Things signed in to law that you happen to not like. Get used to it, environmentalists. Everyone else has to…and some of the people who’ve learned to tolerate this from time to time, actually build things and make life better for people. It’s about time you got some o’ yours coming.

Can’t Keep Them Out Of Her House

Saturday, December 6th, 2008

It’s a consequence, in my view, of that famous John Kerry gray-world nuanced thinking:

Lorraine Henderson, the Boston area port director for the Customs and Border Protection Division of the US Department of Homeland Security, was arrested at her home shortly before 8 a.m. after an eight-month undercover investigation during which a cleaner wore a wire.

Federal prosecutors said Henderson – who directs 190 armed officers who oversee ports of entry in Rhode Island and Connecticut as well as Massachusetts – became a target after she ignored a warning from a fellow employee that her regular cleaner was an illegal immigrant from Brazil.

“She’s supposed to be deporting aliens, not hiring them,” said Assistant US Attorney Brian T. Kelly, chief of the public corruption unit.

I’m relieved to see there are still consequences somewhere. For the real tragedy of America’s immigration policy is intellectual damage. It has become an issue in which, if you merely balk at the idea that a law is supposed to be enforced selectively, suddenly you are a hateful person. Because according to what has become the prevailing viewpoint, Lorraine Henderson did everything exactly right. I’m off the clock. Need to hire a cleaning lady. You’re an illegal immigrant…which must mean you’re just doing what’s necessary to “make a better life for your kids.” In you come. Who cares that my job is to enforce the law and now I’m breaking it. Who cares that I have no way of knowing who you really are. Who cares…no way will this ever get me in trouble.

This has become an issue in which lots of otherwise intelligent people can no longer distinguish between moderation and extremes. I say — our tolerance for this has approached dangerous levels, and the response comes back — what’re you gonna do Freeberg, load twelve million immigrants into a boxcar and ship ’em out overnight? I didn’t say that. Nobody I know ever said anything like that. We oppose laws that break other laws. No, I don’t think you spend a night in jail just because you jaywalk, and no, it’s not because I’ve jaywalked a time or two. I would oppose a law about jaywalking. “Don’t jaywalk, but if you’re gonna, our policy about how to properly jaywalk is…” Just like the needle-exchange program. Shooting up drugs is against the law, but since we’re compassionate and want to prevent the spread of AIDS, we have a program…etc. Laws should not contradict other laws. If they do, then the whole system becomes a joke.

Western civilization’s notion of law can certainly withstand a violator here and there. It can withstand a violator who doesn’t get caught. It cannot survive glaring contradictions written into the laws. That’s when it becomes a mockery of itself. That’s what Lorraine Henderson did. That’s her real crime.

The woman’s in charge of security at an airport, and she doesn’t think the law she’s charged with enforcing, is truly worth enforcing. Which means the people who work under her, could enforce it just as selectively. The nation does have deadly enemies. When they win, they become emboldened, and when they lose, they become desperate. It’s simply not appropriate for us to have a porous border.

It’s not a frantic, desperate, adrenaline-charged, shrieking viewpoint. It’s simple common sense. It’s called security, and it was supposed to have been this woman’s profession. Obviously she isn’t right for it. Fine. She can make her living brewing coffee at Starbucks McDonalds, or maybe as a cashier at Home Depot. I wonder how many others are made of the same sort of stuff, and simply haven’t been caught yet.

Cross-posted at Right Wing News.

Happy Repeal Day

Friday, December 5th, 2008

…and it’s on a Friday. Well, I know how I’m going to be celebrating…

A virtual toast to all you nobodies.

Boy Slapped by Mom, Calls Police

Friday, December 5th, 2008

Yeah…no worries here about that next generation.

A 12-year-old boy visiting from Georgia called police, complaining that his mother had “slapped him as hard as she could across the face,” because she believed he had been intentionally mean to their little dog.

The Okaloosa County Sheriff’s Office deputy who responded noted in the incident report that he could see no signs of redness on the boy’s face nor did he appear to be very upset.

The mother said she got upset over the way the boy treated their dog and when it was time to go back up to their condo in the elevator, she told him she would take a different one because the dog was scared. The boy then called her an “(expletive) idiot,” the report said.

Conservatism Builds, Leftism Overthrows

Friday, December 5th, 2008

All high civilizations have been built by conservatives. You can’t accumulate the cultural capital needed to build any high civilization if you try to destroy the past, as the Left constantly tries to do. You can’t build a chariot if you have to reinvent the wheel every generation. The batty idea that kids have the real answers in life is just a modern delusion. It is just ignorant.

Conservatism builds. Leftism overthrows. That is the meaning of that pop word “revolution.” The all-destroying revolution is an adolescent fantasy, and the Left hangs on to those fantasies a lot longer than conservatives do.

American Thinker, via Rick, via Alice the Camel.

Not hard to prove at all. Just read some liberal blogs. Aside from the usual “we are poisoning the land and the planet and the environment and the world and this and that and some other thing over there” and America is at fault for this-that-other-stuff…there are the toxic items. Look at this awful commercial. Look at this awful magazine article. Look at this YouTube clip. Here, read this transcript of this terrible thing this guy on the radio said. Help me deplore it.

Thoughts about building versus thoughts about destruction. Yeah, liberals like to trot out some token victim to help justify the destruction, but that doesn’t mean they’re about preserving anything. They’re just in the habit of using certain tools for their public relations needs.

Global warming, for example. It always has, back to Day One, been about forcing humans…particularly Americans…to stop doing something they are currently doing. To destroy an activity. The crisis of the day rotates among the American/human activities, but what they all have in common is that some thing being done must be stopped. The guilt is always directed toward a common target. A bulls-eye the size of a pencil lead.

Nobody knows what a “saved” planet would look like. Nobody knows what the carbon saturation in such a victorious, restored global ecosystem would be — even though we can measure it quite accurately now. We don’t know what the goal is, because it isn’t discussed. That’s because that isn’t what the movement is all about. It’s about destruction.

Destroyer wolf, in protector-sheep clothing. That’s pretty much it.

Doghouse Husbands

Friday, December 5th, 2008

‘Tis some season for some male-bashing…and, again, to wonder why we tolerate it.

Hat tip: Dr. Helen.

Nosepicking To Death

Friday, December 5th, 2008

Scary.

He Returned to the Scene of the Crime

Friday, December 5th, 2008

Dumbass.

She Hung Up

Friday, December 5th, 2008

Bad start.

Threatened

Friday, December 5th, 2008

This is exactly the question that’s been on my mind

Why Is the Left So Threated By My Poll?
By John Ziegler
Writer/Director/Producer, “Blocking the Path to 9/11″

It has been quite a strange couple of weeks since I decided to commission a Zogby poll of Obama voters. I chose to do this at great personal expense to determine whether interviews I did on Election Day were indeed representative of the larger population…What was most remarkable about the left’s extreme reaction to the original Zogby poll was that it was utterly devoid of even the pretense of addressing the real issues that the nationwide telephone survey exposed. Instead of debating the implications of the results (in my view they clearly revealed a massive amount of media-induced ignorance on the part of the voting public), they chose to focus on the questioners rather than the actual answers from Obama voters — clearly, the responses they gave made them feel remarkably insecure.

I think I know why they felt threatened: Remember, this came at the end of eight years of calling George W. Bush a stupid dumbass. Along with his supporters. Actually, not just his supporters, but whoever was a little slow on the uptake to join along with calling him a war criminal, a constitutional offender, a liar, a knuckle-dragging rube…take your pick.

So they’ve been calling a bunch of other people dumbasses — suddenly, they, or at least the lucky interviewees who represent them in all the ways that matter, are being asked fairly basic questions. How could you not feel threatened if you were them.

There is something else at work here too. I see it in the left-wing commoners who want to argue with me in real life, on the e-mail, on the blog, as well as in the left-wing elitists I see on the idjit box…which must mean something. The latter is the head of an octopus and the former are the tentacles. I think it’s significant when I find some tactics shared throughout the head and the ends. And what I see is this: Stigmatization where one expects reasoned discourse.

Conservative: Idea.
Liberal: That’s the most idiotic thing I’ve ever heard!

Admittedly, it doesn’t mean much if I keep bumping into this. Maybe my ideas are idiotic. Lots of people think so. But then, how do you explain…

Conservative: Rhetorical question.
Liberal: How in the world can you even think of asking such a thing?

Or any one of the following:

Conservative: Fact.
Liberal: That can’t possibly be true!
Conservative: Uh…it’s a fact. Source.
Liberal: How can you ever stoop to reading such dreck?

Conservative: We should do thing-to-do.
Liberal: It’s people like you, saying stuff like that, that invite the anger from all around the world.
Conservative: Suit yourself, but if we don’t…consequence.
Liberal: Like I said, it’s people like you that make the rest of the world mad at us.

Conservative: Whenever I see this, I see that.
Liberal: You’re stereotyping.
Conservative: Call it what you want, it’s true.
Liberal: I’m done. I don’t know you. You’re disgusting. I’m not going to talk to you.

Conservative: I just believe…article of belief.
Liberal: That’s because you’re a dumbass.

I don’t mean to suggest by this that liberals have a monopoly on name-calling. The name-calling is not the target of my criticism here; it is, rather, the general practice of deviating from reasoned discourse. There’s something about being a left-winger that jettisons them from a true exchange of ideas, presuming they ever wandered down that path to begin with, which many of them didn’t.

It’s all whistle-blowing. This is shocking, that’s over the line, this other thing over here is “beyond the pale,” some unnamed anonymous nameless-faceless guy who might not even exist will hate us for doing X, …and then all that other stuff is STUPID.

Left-wingers feel threatened by this poll because it puts the big reveal on their estrangement from truth, common sense, and the intellectual disciplines that tether people to those things. Instead, their doctrine is more about “coloring within the lines.” Some sort of protocol. Manners. Except not really manners, because manners are things you want your kids to do that your grandparents were also supposed to do at the same age. There’s something timeless about manners. Liberal rules, on the other hand, are re-invented for each election cycle.

Example: In 2004 it was unacceptable to vote for someone lacking the proper military credentials. Clearly, in 2008, that rule had been repealed. Furthermore, it was alright to make fun of old people, and we hadn’t seen a relaxation on that standard since 1996.

So our left-wingers pretend to possess a decent command of the cerebral cortex, but in actuality their favored region is the OFC. They’re all about virtual electroshock therapy. Knuckle-rapping. “Hey, don’t go there, because I said so.”

It is the next generation of the folks who drove around with “Question Authority” bumper stickers affixed to their Volkswagons. Yeah. Who’d a-thought it.

So that’s my answer, and I’m stickin’ to it. Had the liberals simply asserted they weren’t stupid, they would not feel threatened by this poll. It could be politely brushed off with the “exceptions to the rule” argument…sure you found some dumbasses amongst us liberals, Mr. Ziegler, but there are bound to be some Republicans who don’t know what they’re doing, either. But that is not the liberal claim. The liberal claim is that they have a monopoly on brains. Not just brains, but curiosity. That readin’ stuff. They’re in Starbucks reading Cicero and Chaucer, while the rest of us are out here in our single-wides, just cleaning our shotguns and spittin’ tobacco.

Meanwhile, once you actually get the typical liberal in front of a TV camera and ask him some stuff that is supposed to be of a distressing concern to him, he doesn’t know squat. That’s because pronouncing this, that, or some other thing to be out-of-bounds, is not a very self-edifying activity. It’s really hard to turn the pages in a book while you’re slapping someone.

They aren’t that well-educated. They’re just bossy.

Cross-posted at Right Wing News.

The Aristocracy of Pull

Thursday, December 4th, 2008

St. Wendeler has taken to throwing around the Ayn Rand phrase Aristocracy of Pull. His explanation of the meaning of the phrase means a great deal more to me than whatever’s in the book, which frankly didn’t make much of an impression and probably didn’t convey the idea that was intended. Perhaps, if I started over again with Page One immediately after finishing the last chapter, I would have figured out where Rand was going with this.

My memory’s fuzzy and all these refresher courses in Atlas Shrugged take significant time, which I do not have at the moment. I seem to recall Dagny is not to be credited with this phrase, instead the authorship goes to Bertram Scudder, President of the National People’s Commission on whatever whatever whatever. The setting was Hank and Lillian Rearden’s anniversary party (Update:) James and Cherryl Taggart’s wedding reception.

We’ll see just how much of my senile memory remains, tonight. Or tomorrow night, or the night after…it’s not exactly bobbing up to the top of my stack of priorities.

But I do agree with Wendeler that the time is right for the true meaning of the phrase.

Just wow. Once upon a time, your corporate bank account balance was determined not by your ability to offer sales pitches to bureaucrats, but instead by your ability to build things and produce things. To cook up stuff ordinary people could use.

Remember that?

Now that the chapter’s been closed on that bygone era, I wonder how much responsibility the iPresident-Elect Man-God Messiah will claim for writing its obituary. Will He stand atop a pedestal and claim Himself as the righteous slayer of that generation of greed? Or will He blame it on FaPoBuAd again (failed policies of the Bush administration)?

That’s what I’m waiting to find out.

Update: It wasn’t Dagny and it wasn’t Bertram. It was Francisco d’Anconia, in the middle of p. 375. I’ll opine further later, because it’s a worthy thought.

And Wendeler’s right, we are headed there. Actually we’re well past that trailhead.

Cross-posted at Right Wing News.