im "I'm Sooo Special" Acosta, CNN's top Prozi propagandist and "bomb"-disposal expert, showed this photo of the fake "bomb" that undoubtedly one of his liberofascist cohorts personally hand delivered to their Ministry of Propaganda branch office CNN.
That laughably unexplodable fake "bomb" (LUFB for short), next to the Clorox wipes, is sitting on a table in some break room. That's right. A break room. Not deep within the bowels of the Bomb Squad's reinforced-concrete building. No. It's having a photoshoot in CNN's break room.
Red Flag 1.
The package's laughably insufficient, uncancelled postage means their LUFB didn't go through any U.S. Postal Service facility, where it would've been immediately caught and given many, many USPS sorting room workers and supervisors a very hardy laugh. No. One of Acostard's fellow leftist wackos(birm) brazenly walked up to their Ministry of Propaganda branch office CNN and deposited said LUFB where a CNN Prozi "worker" could find it, pick it up and take it to CNN's break room for a photoshoot. All, apparently, without being caught on or by any security camera or personnel. Call him/her/whatthehell Teh Invisible Ninja Leftist Wacko(birm) Fake "Bomber"™!
Red Flag 2.
Approximately 15 nanoseconds after this LUFB was "discovered," the leftist wackos(birm) at CNN quickly went on-air with this propaganda prop "news" item and instantly blamed President Trump for Creating A Climate Of Hate® in which normal conservative people minding their own business are suddenly Pushed Over The Edge® and Whipped Into A Frenzy® until they're utterly compelled to make Laughably Unexplodable Fake "Bombs" (LUFB) and personally hand deliver all of them without being seen by anybody or on any security tape to said Ministry of Propaganda branch office CNN Prozis and other assorted leftist wackos(birm) about 12 days before the midterm elections. What a coinkydink™! Some pushed-over-the-edge, whipped-into-a-frenzy LUFB maker(s) resisted that overwhelming urge to make and send LUFBs until then.
Red Flag 3.
The whole thing appears little more than another of the liberofascists' coordinated pre-election smear jobs, desperately concocted in yet another last-ditch effort to stave off their highly deserved, thorough beating from Americans who are beyond pissed off at their dangerously destructive grabs for absolute power, and who now stand poised to handily deliver them not bombs, but a most beautifully glorious drubbing on November 6.
Since these laughably unexplodable fake "bombs" are essentially Duds for Duds™, perhaps we should call them Duds Unleashed by Moon Bats.
ven they're being crushed by socialist (in)justice wussiors' extremely extreme extremism. (No, that's not repetitious. It's just a warm-up.)
They're not called the family jewels because they are ordinary. They're not referred to as stones because they're impervious to injury. No, they are both extraordinary and surprisingly fragile. So, sorry notsorry if we give them some breathing room when we sit, if we don't smash them betwixt our legs on public transit. But as the horizon of "male privilege" is constantly expanding, giving the old wedding tackle ample space is now a crime against humanity.
The Metropolitan Transit Authority (MTA) announced on Monday that a new campaign addressing courtesy on public transportation will come into effect by January. One of the targeted behaviors is 'man-spreading' — the act of spreading one's legs so far apart that other passengers are forced to squish their own together.
Or, if you prefer a more nuanced description, one of the most infuriating and outright ridiculous display of male privilege and machismo in existence today. As Mic's Derrick Clifton succinctly put it, 'Hey, bro, you're not that well-endowed.'
These extremist testisphobes won't be satisfied until only castrati and non-men are permitted to be passengers. Or anything else, for that matter.
If by "tolerant" you mean burning or banishing anybody who doesn't "think" feel the same way they do.
J
ust ask any non-liberal in "tolerant" Hollywood or any non-liberal citizen in the whole "tolerant" state of New York. Yes, they can tell you how much the liberal rulers there are. They understand completely that liberals' idea of an ideal "debate" is one at which only liberals are allowed to speak or, better yet, even show up.
The magistrates of 1692 Salem, Massachusetts showed more tolerance towards those they accused of witchcraft than liberals with that kind of power ever would towards anybody who doesn't totally agree with everything they say and do. The former's "trials" were more fair than the liberals', "Is she now or has she ever been a supporter of anybody other than us!? No?! Then she's a racist/extremist/homophobe/gun-nut/teabagger! Burn her!"
With tolerance like theirs, who needs intolerance?
This is why calling liberals "progressives" is unreasonable. It's like saying that members of the National Socialist German Workers' Party were all just a bunch of fun-loving humanitarians.
as that hysterical enough? Funny, after I screamed that at the stroke of midnight, expecting every government function everywhere to come to a screeching, cosmically terrifying halt, I didn't feel anything besides a not too particularly sore throat. As the minutes passed, even this slight annoyance diminished.
Panicked, I went back to my browser and entered WhiteHouse.gov in the address bar. Would the "Page Not Found" message I dreaded seeing confirm my sudden premonition of Utter Doom™? Nope. It's still there. However, before my unease had completely abated, the page finished loading and I was greeted with this equally trite pronouncement:
"Because Congress did not fulfill its responsibility to pass a budget, much of the federal government will shut down."
Ohhnooooes!...
....
When I finally uncurled from the fetal position I took after diving under my desk à la Bernie Shaw in Baghdad, I looked tentatively out to see what if anything still existed beyond its comfortingly solid confines.
In between heart-wrenching sobs of inconsolable despair I could see, inexplicably, the chair from which I bolted was there. The floor on which it stood was, too. The air in the room remained and continued to fill my lungs without any discomfort. As I arose, it dawned on me that electrical power was somehow surging into the room. The curly, mercury-filled bulbs overhead put off their usual, eye-strainingly white glare. My computer's monitor flickered blithefully, displaying the same warning of unprecedented terror.
Wait! Perhaps it's a trick, concocted by evil teabagger hackers. Has the photo gallery of our dEar Leader playing his latest round of golf been cruelly obliterated by the Shutdown!? Alas, it hasn't. How about the creatively edited biographies of former U.S. presidents? No, they're informing us Ronald Reagan's "Tear Down This Wall" speech ranks little more than wishy-washy babble alongside the Grand Apology® that so mesmerized a pre-Muslim Brotherhoodlumed Cairo. None of the site's other pages have suffered any Shutdown!, either. They must be among those Essential Government Services necessarily excluded from lesser entities' unappropriated fate.
Well, maybe the IRS has been deprived all those funds it needs to single out evil teabagging groups for special "evaluations." No such luck, 'baggers! You're on the EOØ list, Shutdown! or no.
All right. We're told the Shutdown! won't affect our Troops' pay. We'll get our mail tomorrow. Bernanke's Fed isn't going to stop printing a surfeit of ever-devaluing dollars. So what's left? You'd think, given the way our Fearmonger-in-Chief has portrayed the Shutdown!, we'd at least be able to notice that The End Is Here.
The NYPD's Hate Crime Task Force yesterday launched an investigation into Alec Baldwin's tirade at a Post photographer.
L
iberals paved this road with their Good Intentions™. Love it when an overloaded semi hauling Unintended Consequences® plows into their Priuses Volts.
Detectives brought the lensman and a Post reporter to a downtown station house, where they were interviewed at length about their racially charged run-in with Baldwin outside the actor's East Village apartment building Sunday.
Photographer G.N. Miller, a retired NYPD detective, told cops that Baldwin called him a "coon," a "crackhead" and a "drug dealer."
I'm sure Baldwin meant it in a tolerant, muticulturalist sort of way.
Baldwin made other offensive comments, including telling reporter Tara Palmeri, "I want you to choke to death." He also told Miller to "suck my d--k."
After they determined that choking on Baldwin's is an anatomical impossibility, police decided not to add sexual harassment and terroristic threats to the charges.
Both comments were caught on Palmeri's audiotape recorder.
Oops.
More actual evidence of liberal racism(birm). As opposed to heaping blanket accusations of it on those who dare voice their sincere, strong political dissent against Øbameinführer's destructive policies.
The tape was sent to the NYPD's forensic unit, police officials said.
The tape was also rolling when a rattled Miller returned to the reporter after being called racist slurs and recounted his shock over the incident.
"He said some foul s--t about my mom," Miller said. "He kept calling me a name, coon."
But, being a liberal, did so in a manner that was undoubtedly intended to promote ethnic diversity.
Miller told investigators he showed Baldwin his retired cop ID because he thought that the actor was being "too aggressive."
Miller said Baldwin rejected the identification as fake, a dismissal Baldwin repeated to his Twitter followers with racially loaded language.
"Moments after I tweet about the Post, Ralston, the ex-crackhead 'photographer' shows up at my door w 1 of Murdoch's nieces in tow."
Clearly we must enact reasonable, common-sense language control. Surely no one "needs" a clip of hollow points holding more than, say, seven offensive words.
He also tweeted, "Ralston claims he's ex NYPD!! That can't be!!! Ex NYPD don't become crackhead, ex jailhouse paparazzi!"
He removed the posts from his Twitter feed soon after.
Coward.
It is unclear why Baldwin called the photographer "Ralston."
Of course it wouldn't be had Baldwin instead called him "Macaca."
Baldwin, 54, filed a complaint with police, alleging that Miller "pushed into him" during the incident.
Miller filed a counter-complaint, claiming harassment.
Please, stop the hate!
A source said that investigators are taking the allegations "very seriously" and that Baldwin could be charged with a hate crime if detectives find enough evidence of bias.
Mmwwhhahhahahahahahah
The actor also was questioned by hate crimes detectives yesterday about the altercation.
New York City taxpayers will be pleased to know they have a whole task force working hard to take hate criminals off the streets.
Baldwin refused to comment to a swarm of reporters gathered outside his building.
Instead, the hot-tempered actor again used his favorite medium, Twitter, to proclaim his innocence — suggesting he couldn't be a racist because his charity once made a donation to a children's group named after the famed black tennis player Arthur Ashe.
"I find it ironic that my foundation's last grant was $50,000 to the Arthur Ashe Learning Center," Baldwin tweeted.
He has African-American Friends™, too.
But critics said Baldwin has gone too far.
State Sen. Malcolm Smith (D-Queens) called on Hollywood to blacklist the tightly wound actor.
Liberals eager to embrace racial McCarthyism. Gotta love it.
"If these allegations are true, then no television network or film studio should hire the veteran actor until he seeks help," Smith said.
It's the Re-education Camp® for you, Arec Barrwin!
"In today's modern age, it's a disgrace that people still use remarks that provide hatred to others based on race, religion or origin."
Noel Leader, co-founder of 100 Blacks in Law Enforcement Who Care, said Baldwin can't simply use his donation to the Ashe foundation as a defense.
"One has nothing to do with the other," he said.
"I can't see why anyone would patronize or support his craft. As a black male, I'm offended by the word 'coon,' but the other things are just as offensive, these stereotypical descriptions of the photographer as a crackhead and drug dealer. It's highly offensive."
Since offending anybody is such a Crime. Against. Humanity., this looks to be the one case where liberals can wholeheartedly support the death penalty.
Noting Miller's decorated career with the NYPD, Leader said: "That's the irony of it all. Here's a man who put his life on the line to make the city safe from the drug element and he's being categorized as one, simply because he's black."
A spokesman for Baldwin, Matthew Hiltzik, said the actor had no comment on the hate-crimes investigation other than to repeat his denial that he made any racist remarks.
"Coon," after all, could mean anything: An animal whose skin Daniel Boone fashioned into hats, or whose age equals "a long while." Or shorthand for "corporate goon," as in an employee of Murdoch's Evil Profit-Making Corporation For Teh Rich Who Don't Pay Their Fair Share™.
See? It simply could all be an unfortunate misunderstanding.
Baldwin's pregnant wife, Hilaria, jumped to the actor's defense.
"Shame on anyone who says my husband is racist," she tweeted. "If you could only see/hear the dangerous things paparazzi will do & the lies to get a 'story.'"
The media lie? or ever be biased? Can't be so. Liberals have been telling us for years that such claims are merely a sham and a myth.
She praised her husband for going above and beyond the call of marital duty after he left home for a trip to a local market.
"Who is a better husband than @ABFalecbaldwin?" Hilaria tweeted. "He ventures outside our home to the streets littered w paparazzi & 'reporters' to get me melon."
Fighting his way through lying "reporters" and risking exposure to the great unwashed on the way to one of their peasant stores — all just to purchase his pregnant wife a melon — certainly deserves nothing less than a Presidential Medal of Freedom.
She blamed the paparazzi for forcing her to cancel her yoga classes.
"Dear @YogaVidaNYC," she tweeted, using her yoga studio's Twitter name, "due to the paparazzi situation, I will not be teaching classes this week. I'll miss u & be back when these guys go away."
Causing yoga classes to be cancelled. Now the so-called reporters have gone too far! That in itself ought to be considered a "hate crime."
It was a lawsuit filed against Hilaria's studio that apparently got Baldwin all bent out of shape in the first place.
Additional reporting by Josh Saul, Lorena Mongelli and Jamie Schram leonard.greene@nypost.com
Obsessed lunatics are a danger to society and should be in jail.
B
ribing hotel bellboys for information on Sarah Palin's movements and activities is creepy enough. Harassing her neighbors and hounding people on the street is downright criminal.
Why else wouldn't people talk to him? It's me — Michael Gross from Manhattan! Everyone in Alaska should want to hang with me! The fact that they don't, he believes, is indisputable evidence of a conspiracy....
Most psychotically insane is Gross' rumination on why the Palins would leave their home on, I quote, "the anniversary of Sarah's resignation"....
The fact that Michael Gross imagines the date Palin resigned is an "anniversary" anyone else in the world would notice proves only that he is a head case.
He discusses the Palins' absence on this momentous day (in his own mind) with his fellow obsessive, Joe McGinniss — the man who moved into the house next door to the Palins for more convenient stalking.
On and on the two nutcases speculate about why the Palins are gone.
Yes, a strong case can be made in any court in the land for its immediately issuing a permanent restraining order against both of these obsession-crazed stalkers.
Barack Obama has been serenaded by stars like Aretha Franklin and Beyonce, now he'll sing himself [how narcissistically appropriate] in a new musical set to open on Sunday in Germany — where many consider the US president a role model.
Germans making an epically failing megalomaniacal self-absorbed fascist tyrant their role model. Now where have we heard that song before?
The stage Obama [as opposed to the Soro$-staged Øne] will perform a duet with First Lady Michelle and lead a gospel chorus singing "Yes, We Can," his trademark slogan of optimism and change, in a bi-lingual production entitled "Hope – The Obama Musical Story" [*snort* (pun intended)].
Fortunately, it too sounds better in the original German.
Producers said they hope to take the show to the United States.
Except that the planned forty-week run in Boston, Massachusett[e]s has been inexplicably canceled.
"I had the initial idea right at the start of Obama's electoral campaign," US writer and composer Randall Hutchins told German magazine Spiegel's online edition.
"I found the atmosphere exciting and that was my inspiration. People hoped change would result in a better life. It was a beautiful, very social time."
Very socialist time would be more accurate.
Or, as clearly seen in Europe Eurabia, exactly the last sort of change that would have even the first hope of ever resulting in anything that could somehow be characterized in other than the remotest of ways "a better life," much less "beautiful."
Although Obama's domestic approval ratings have fallen,
Plummeted irreversibly into an unprecedented abyss would be more accurate.
the US president remains popular in Germany
A manifestly fascist dictator who gives really great teleprompter readings speeches, popular in Germany?
(That's never happened before ...i.e., besides 1933-1945.)
where a November poll found 44 per cent named him as their political role model,
Like that other manifestly fascist dictator who gave really great speeches had been in polls there between 1933 and 1945.
well ahead of former chancellor Helmut Schmidt.
With a predominantly US cast, the show is said to celebrate a non-political
Wait a minute. Everything liberals celebrate — e.g., Troop deaths in Iraq, terrorists clamming up and getting lawyered up, bribes for votes on "health" "care," Big Government taxing and spending, Big Government controlling everything and everybody, abortions infanticide, Death Panels, abridging free non-liberal speech, false and manipulated Global Warming® Climate Change® data, "Green" "jobs" kickbacks for enviromentardists, MSNBC MSDNC™, looking down on non-liberals normal people, bashing and belittling Christians, Blaming Bush For Everything!!11!!1ONE!!®, death cults communism and Mao Mass Murder "Philosophy," womanslaughterers, etc., etc. — is political. So that premise is quite unbelievable, even for a liberal fantasist(birm)'s musical.
quest for a better future. Plans are being laid to take it to other cities around Germany.
(See the fisking below.)
"If everything works fine,
I.e., if German commentators don't declare, in effect, "HopeIsDead!!!!!111!one11!!!"
(Oops)
we would like to plan a tour in the States as well," organiser Patrick Strese told AFP.
Obama's Republican presidential rival Senator John McCain and his colourful running mate Sarah Palin perform numbers of their own, the latter rocking with fishnet-clad go-go girls.
Attack Sarah Palin.™
Wow! That's new.
(Who says liberals can't be original? ...besides non-liberals everyone whose noggins respectively contain at least two functioning neurons, that is?)
Even the audience will get a chance to join in, organisers said, with seats equipped with a percussion-sensitive surface that lets them drum along with the beat.
Filthy2ers® especially like that feature.
Beating off to vapid, empty delusions is about the only thing they're really any good at.
sing cocaine "when you can afford it" and still doing so up to "the time I was 20" can't be dismissed with more of the same "everybody does it, let's move on, top one percent, ..., for The Children®" worn-out DemObamarat mantras.
As less-than-one-term junior freshman do-nothing Senator Oblowma says in his own 1995 hagiography,
I had learned not to care. I blew a few smoke rings, remembering those years. Pot had helped, and booze; maybe a little blow when you could afford it. Not smack, though.
For those not familiar with illegal-drug-user/drunkard lingo: pot is marijuana, booze liquor, blow cocaine, and smack heroin.
The dope elaborates:
Junkie. Pothead. That's where I'd been headed: the final, fatal role of the young would-be black man. Except the highs hadn't been about that, me trying to prove what a down brother I was. Not by then, anyway. I got high for just the opposite effect, something that could push questions of who I was out of my mind, something that could flatten out the landscape of my heart, blur the edges of my memory. I had discovered that it didn't make any difference whether you smoked reefer in the white classmate's sparkling new van, or in the dorm room of some brother you'd met down at the gym, or on the beach with a couple of Hawaiian kids who had dropped out of school and now spent most of their time looking for an excuse to brawl.
That's some heavy-duty tripping out, "flattening out the landscape of my heart, blurring the edges of my memory."
And don't forget, "Look at the intense colors, man. Look at the colors!" He could've mentioned those too.
Baracocaine Hussnortin' Oblowahhhhh rolls another one off the tip of his tongue:
You might just be bored, or alone. Everybody was welcome into the club of disaffection.
When I'm bored or alone I usually busy myself with keeping the place tidied up, like wiping off the bathroom counter top or cleaning a mirror. Not doing a line off one.
Kokaine "Kid" konkludes,
I was a confused kid and was making a bunch of negative choices based on stereotypes of what I thought a tough young man should be. Those choices were misguided, a serious mistake.
Well, at least he didn't hook up with some domestic terrorist and dole out millions upon millions of that terrorist's grant money to liberal hate-America(birm) groups like ACORN in order to radically brainwash Chicago school kids with more of the same worn-out DemObamarat Communist mantras. That really would've been a misguided choice as well as a serious mistake.
“You can put lipstick on a pig,” he said to an outbreak of laughter, shouts and raucous applause from his audience, clearly drawing a connection to Palin’s joke even if it’s not what Obama meant. “It’s still a pig. You can wrap an old [McCain — get it?] fish [Sarah Palin — Get it?] in a piece of paper called change. It’s still going to stink after eight years.”
"New" Demoqrat motto: You haven't come a long way with us, baby.
It's enough to make every self-respecting American woman say, "Enough! Enough of the same ol' sexism. Enough is enough."
Moreover, while American women are also being hit by high gasoline prices, which makes it more and more difficult for them to buy groceries and clothes for their children and drive them to school (where Jr. Sen. Uh-er-bama hopes they'll learn how to correctly change a broken condom and other such "right things to do"), his qampaign meltdown is sending a "mini-army" of lawyers on expensive, fuel-guzzling, carbon-spewing jets up to Alaska to drill not for the abundant, badly needed oil that's available there, but for dirt of the most unavailable or far-fetched kind on Governor Sarah Palin.
Yeah, way to help American women, Freshman Junior Senator BaracK-12SexEd cHauvinist Osexisma.
Certainly not as much a one as freshman junior Sen. zer-Øbama has been the last four years, but here's a joke:
What's the difference between a communiSty organizer and a poodle?
Answer: When the poodle leaves behind a stinking mess in his community you only need a minute or two and a Pooper-Scooper® to clean it all up.
ing of kings, and Lord of lords. That's how we "bitter clingers to religion" — as you've mockingly labeled us — refer to Him, O ye of exclusive, gargantuan faith in big anti-freedom government, high anti-growth taxes, and extreme Europeon-style socialismcommunism.
Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end. Wonderful, Counsellor, The mighty God, The everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace.
For I am the Lord, I change not
– Malachi 3:6
Our Lord and Savior is Organizer of the entire universe, as well as its Ruler and very Creator, and of everyone and everything in it, including you and that community you disorganized into just more of the same hellish, crime-ridden, boarded-up cesspools of drugs and gangs and despair we've too often seen misled by shady, crafty-tongued "change" merchants like yourself and your race-monger mentor of twenty years Jeremiah Wright who each does all he can to effectively turn its inhabitants not towards but away from Christ with blame- or hate-filled speech that only serves to corrupt their consciences while peddling the falsest of hopes of a mere worldly Government Salvation™ based on nothing but the unfulfillable promises made by the same power-hungry, bigoted, small-minded bunch of crooks, cheats, liars, and frauds whom his elitist self regards to be his real "community."
Do you want to equate our Lord organizing His perfect Kingdom with anything either of you have "done"? Take your most recent shows of utter disunity and disorganization and see how they compare:
We have supported state terrorism against the Palestinians and black South Africans, and now we are indignant because the stuff we have done overseas is now brought right back to our own front yards. America's chickens are coming home to roost.
I'm still in Bible country. I am still in the text. Jesus was a poor, black man who lived in a country and who lived in a culture that was controlled by rich white people.... I am sick of Negroes who just do not get it!
"But Hillary (Clinton) is married to Bill, and Bill has been good to us." No he ain't! Bill did us just like he did Monica Lewinsky. He was riding dirty.
I can no more disown (Jeremiah Wright) than I can disown the black community. I can no more disown him than I can my white grandmother.... These people are a part of me.
The person I saw yesterday was not the person that I met twenty years ago.... And the fact that Reverend Wright would think that somehow it was appropriate to command the stage, for three or four consecutive days, in the midst of this major debate, is something that not only makes me angry but also saddens me.... And what I think particularly angered me was his suggestion somehow that my previous denunciation of his remarks were somehow political posturing.... I don't think that he showed much concern for me.
B. "Yes, I Can Disown You" Obame-me-me-me-me-..... April 29, 2008
That's some mighty fine community organizing you two have going there.
Next, let's see how those in Chicago fared when you were "representing" a large portion of it from 1997 to 2004 in the state senate:
Those are the averages per 100,000 population over the eight years you sat took up space in the Illinois senate. Illinois itself was bad enough, because in 2000, during your fourth year (mis)representing the people of Chicago, it had the 8th highest occurrence for violent crime among all the states, the 8th highest rate for murder, the 4th highest for robbery, and the 8th highest for aggravated assaults. Just the year before, Chicago had the most murders of any big city in the U.S. Such extremely high crime rates on your watch is hardly the kind of change we can believe in.
Christ would never organize any "community" of His like that. Sounds more like how that old serpent, which is the Devil, and Satan, might have left a community after being its "organizer."
Christ would never support a legal regime that permits tossing any baby who survives a botched abortion in the garbage pale to die, either.
Indeed, I know I'm not alone among voters who are now saying, "Senator Oblasphema, I serve Jesus Christ: I know Jesus Christ; Jesus Christ is a friend of mine. Senator, you're no Jesus Christ."
The extreme hubris and that messianic complex you continually exhibit is more than disturbing. It's outright dangerous for anyone wanting to "organize" our country the same way you have those still broken communities in Chicago.
The only "community organizer" I knew growing up was Al Sharpton's work in New York City, and he seemed to define his job as going into a bad situation and making sure it got worse, sometimes to the point of murderous arson. If our friends on the other side of the aisle really want to get into an argument about that...role (I hesitate to call it a job)...Isn't there something inherently undemocratic about self-appointed "community organizers?"[...]
Who the heck ever elected or appointed community organizers to their positions? By what metrics do they measure their success? To whom do they answer? Who removes them from their positions for insufficient results?
There are probably fine people who claim that title, but even by Obama's own description, he didn't accomplish much in his three years in that work. I don't doubt that when young Obama ventured to the South Side, he walked the streets with the best of intentions. But they're insufficient when contrasted with results. In fact there's a particular road that's paved with those intentions.
That is, the kind of transportation project "community organizers" would be fully behind.
Finally, to blast your second Messianic Meme™ totally out of the muddy water — whose level you no doubt think feel you have the divine power to "change," too: The Roman governor of Judea, Pontius Pilate, found "no fault at all" in our Lord, and even kept trying to secure His full pardon after Caiaphas the death penalty-seeking high priest (aka, a "community organizer") bound Him over to the governor's hall of judgment early Good Friday morning:
and they themselves went not into the judgment hall, lest they should be defiled; but that they might eat the passover.
Pilate then went out unto them, and said, What accusation bring ye against this man?
They answered and said unto him, If he were not a malefactor, we would not have delivered him up unto thee.
Then said Pilate unto them, Take ye him, and judge him according to your law. The Jews therefore said unto him, It is not lawful for us to put any man to death:
That the saying of Jesus might be fulfilled, which he spake, signifying what death he should die.
Then Pilate entered into the judgment hall again, and called Jesus, and said unto him, Art thou the King of the Jews?
Jesus answered him, Sayest thou this thing of thyself, or did others tell it thee of me?
Pilate answered, Am I a Jew? Thine own nation and the chief priests have delivered thee unto me: what hast thou done?
Jesus answered, My kingdom is not of this world: if my kingdom were of this world, then would my servants fight, that I should not be delivered to the Jews: but now is my kingdom not from hence.
Pilate therefore said unto him, Art thou a king then? Jesus answered, Thou sayest that I am a king. To this end was I born, and for this cause came I into the world, that I should bear witness unto the truth. Every one that is of the truth heareth my voice.
Pilate saith unto him, What is truth? And when he had said this, he went out again unto the Jews, and saith unto them, I find in him no fault at all.
But ye have a custom, that I should release unto you one at the passover: will ye therefore that I release unto you the King of the Jews?
Then cried they all again, saying, Not this man, but Barabbas. Now Barabbas was a robber.
To show the community organizers seeking Jesus' death just part of what would be in store for Him if they got their way, Governor Pilate had Him roughed up before presenting Him again to the community organizers:
Pilate therefore went forth again, and saith unto them, Behold, I bring him forth to you, that ye may know that I find no fault in him.
Then came Jesus forth, wearing the crown of thorns, and the purple robe. And Pilate saith unto them, Behold the man!
When the chief priests therefore and officers saw him, they cried out, saying, Crucify him, crucify him. Pilate saith unto them, Take ye him, and crucify him:for I find no fault in him.
The Jews answered him, We have a law, and by our law he ought to die, because he made himself the Son of God.
¶When Pilate therefore heard that saying, he was the more afraid;
And went again into the judgment hall, and saith unto Jesus, Whence art thou? But Jesus gave him no answer.
Then saith Pilate unto him, Speakest thou not unto me? knowest thou not that I have power to crucify thee, and have power to release thee?
Jesus answered, Thou couldest have no power at all against me, except it were given thee from above: therefore he that delivered me unto thee hath the greater sin.
Our Lord is referring to the community organizers.
And from thenceforth Pilate sought to release him: but the Jews cried out, saying, If thou let this man go, thou art not Cæsar's friend: whosoever maketh himself a king speaketh against Cæsar.
¶When Pilate therefore heard that saying, he brought Jesus forth, and sat down in the judgment seat in a place that is called the Pavement, but in the Hebrew, Gabbatha.
And it was the preparation of the passover, and about the sixth hour: and he saith unto the Jews, Behold your King!
But they cried out, Away with him, away with him, crucify him. Pilate saith unto them, Shall I crucify your King? The chief priests answered, We have no king but Cæsar.
Then delivered he him therefore unto them to be crucified. And they took Jesus, and led him away.
And he bearing his cross went forth into a place called the place of a skull, which is called in the Hebrew Golgotha:
Where they crucified him, and two other with him, on either side one, and Jesus in the midst.
¶And Pilate wrote a title, and put it on the cross. And the writing was JESUS OF NAZARETH THE KING OF THE JEWS.
This title then read many of the Jews: for the place where Jesus was crucified was nigh to the city: and it was written in Hebrew, and Greek, and Latin.
Then said the chief priests of the Jews to Pilate, Write not, The King of the Jews; but that he said, I am King of the Jews.
Pilate answered, What I have written I have written.
So it was the "community organizers" — those screaming "yes, we can crucify Him!" over and over — who chose to release hardened criminal Barabbas and sentence instead our totally innocent Christ to death. (Similar to the way you, while a state senator, voted to keep allowing early releases of convicted criminal sexual abusers; except that you were the only member in favor of such releases.)
“Give us this day a hurricane (preferably deadliest Category Five)
“And ruin the R’s convention
“As we tried to ruin Bush with Katrina
“And lead our party to victory
“But deliver Gustav to N’Orleans (just in case)
“For Thine is the election
“And the power (just for us), and the power (just for us), and the power (just for us), and the power (just for— Huh? Oh, er, sorry...), and the tax hikes
Please, Lord, forgive these cold heartless uncaring selfish small-minded power-lusting liberals (but I repeat myself), for they do not know how to use even what little brains You gave them to ever even begin to realize just how much real harm they do and are "praying" be done to others.
But most of all, please watch over, comfort, and protect all Your children affected by Hurricane Gustav, Hanna, or any of the others we've seen or will see this season.
Even if you're the most qualified woman for the second-highest position on the Democra(cis)t Party ticket, it's Need-Not-Apply City™ for you. That's for white males only, baby.
Yeah, you've come a long way. Now go sit at the back of the campaign bus where B. "Hold on one second, sweetie" O'bigot feels you belong. And stop complaining about how He never called you.
"Does a guy (i.e., B. Hogwash O'boneheaded-move) who made more than $4 million last year, just got back from vacation on a private beach in Hawaii (i.e., wasn't 'public' at all when He was frolicking on it) and bought his own million-dollar mansion with the help of a convicted felon really want to get into a debate about houses?"
Not that Junior Freshman Senator O'Top-1% would know anything about "fair share" either:
McCain
O'Fatcat
2007
Adjusted Gross Income
$386,527
$4,139,965
Contributed to Charity
27.3%
5.8%
2006
Adjusted Gross Income
$338,809
$983,826
Contributed to Charity
28.6%
6.1%
Or that He shares anything in common at all with honest working men and women:
"Does a guy (i.e., B. HowrichIam O'big-mansion) who worries about the price of arugula (i.e., 'upscale leafy vegetables' if you're 'bitter') and thinks regular people 'cling' to guns and religion in the face of economic hardship really want to have a debate about who's in touch with regular Americans?"
No wonder John "Who's Your Daddy?" Edwards endorsed Him. Or that B. Hateswomen O'sexist would describe this "man" who, it turns out, had been cheating on his cancer-stricken wife as "something special":
I (i.e., B. cHauvinism O'biden) decided that I would try to give you something special. I decided that on my first full day of campaigning in Michigan, I wouldn't be fooling around (ahem), that I wasn't going to just do the same old thing, but I decided that I was going to bring out one of the greatest leaders we have in the Democratic Party (i.e., John "Paternity Untested" Edwards).
Of course, if you're among the one-third of Americans older than He is (aka, one-half of all likely voters), on your birthday don't be surprised if He throws you a More of the Same Same Old, Same Old™ "party" bashing you. That ought to make your feel special, you "bitter religion-clinger."
But look on the bright side. At least you aren't among the newest Americans about to be born. Even if your mother's nearly done delivering you but you still have one toe wiggling inside her womb, B. Hopemya** O'bovemypaygrade won't bother saying you should get any human rights. Don't you know He feels a woman's choice to shop-vac her baby's unborn brains out always trumps his choice to smile and blink and coo? What are you, some kind of bitter life-clinger who chooses to punish his mother by living? Geesh. I don't care if your brains are lying in pieces inside a "clinic's" trash can, you need to think of others for a Change®.
artial list of what those rules would be were Madam Do-Nothing (besides take long vacations) Stinker of the House Pelooni baseball's instead of al-Qongress' dictator-in-chief:
If the other team is up at bat and you have a very weak pitcher, you can call time out until all that team's batters die of old age.
No batter may ever "drill a ball" to left, center, or right field, because any such drilling can only be considered a "hoax."
A pitcher may refuse to pitch to any batter who has a high batting average if that pitcher keeps shrieking, "I'm trying to save the planet! I'm trying to save the planet!"
If the other team's star pitcher took more than five minutes to strike out your batter, you can declare that your batter actually hit a home run because "longitude (time) is more fascinating than latitude (stars)."
More and more of the baseballs, gloves, bats, and other equipment your team uses must be manufactured in countries that either are worse polluters of the environment than yours or are aiding or harboring terrorists, or both.
No new baseball or glove may be made of anything other than "alternative leather"; nor any new baseballs' filler or stitching made of anything other than "alternative yarn" or "alternative cotton"; nor any new bat made of anything other than "alternative wood." Also, all such "alternative" leather, yarn, etc., must be heavily subsidized by American taxpayers.
To conserve cotton, the 108 double stitches on every older, regulation baseball must be reduced to 27.
To increase "runner efficiency," every batter who hits the ball must be able to make it to at least second base. Otherwise, the batter will be called out.
When the bases become loaded, the runner on third will be automatically called out. This is the Windfall Runners Tax® rule.
If you promise the fans that their ticket prices will go down once you "take control" of the stadium, but not long after you do those prices instead go up 33 percent, you may blame every visiting team, ticket salesman, printer, turnstile operator, umpire, locker-room janitor, or anyone else (other than yourself, of course) for the higher ticket prices.
When the fans get wise and blame you for the extremely high ticket prices you've been forcing them to pay, you may threaten them and the team owners, too, by saying you're going to "nationalize baseball."
A "dugout" sounds too much like it involved some type of drilling. So from now on there's a moratorium on the construction of any new dugouts.
No batter can hit his way out of a slump. He must bunt his way out instead. (This rule "works" especially well after the umpire has ejected from the game all known facts.)
If you really feel it would take at least ten innings for the other team to score a run with its batters using bats, you may force that team to wait over thirty innings to see whether it could with just its bat boys using only unicorn horns.
Pitchers' wind ups can and will be harnessed to power all stadium lights.
Each league must be composed of only "hybrid teams" such that at least half the players on each are vegetarians.
No new rule may be added to the ones above unless it effective does one or more of the following: slows down the game to no more than a crawl, jacks up ticket prices until only the Top One Percent™ can afford them, aids and comforts one or more of the country's enemies, gets a large portion of the stadium's employees permanently laid off, replaces any or all team owners with government bureaucrats, causes massive corndog shortages at the concession stand, greatly increases the cost of equipment, impoverishes the players, enriches those mandating "alternative (fill in the blank) ," or otherwise turns baseball into a nationalized pastime.
[The monster] was referred for a weapons charge as a juvenile in 1992. Later that same year, [the monster] was arrested and charged with the offense of carrying a weapon.
Thank the Lord Texas' very courageous and hard-working corrections officers won't have to in any way put their lives at risk housing and feeding this monster ever again.
You might as well say we need to break our addiction to a strong, growing economy. Or to technological advances. Or to medical breakthroughs. Just try doing any of those without Evil Oil™.
Better yet, go ahead and tell us we don't need to be addicted to that High Standard of Living thing. I mean, who do we think we are?!
How about this: You lead by example. Swear off all oil of any kind, shape, manner, or form which touches your life for just One. Single. Day.
One Day. That's all.
You yourself can break your addiction to oil for that long, can't you?
No petroleum products whatsoever. No quit-smoking pills that have a petroleum base. No oily cosmetics that make you look pretty in front of the cameras. No food that was harvested by a tractor or delivered by a truck or oil-lubricated train. No leather belts that were manufactured in a factory. No washing with any soap that was packaged inside a paper box. No electricity produced by any sort of turbine. No clothes containing machine-loomed threads. No computers, cell phones, or watches that run off batteries. And certainly no rides in any cars that use gasoline or grease.
Just. One. Day.
Come on, O'idiot. All you have to do is say, "Yes, I can" live totally without any oil, say, next Thursday. Show us how it's done, you pusillanimous quisling of Big GreenWatermelon.
Show us your existential use of "alternative fuels" only. What? They don't exist? It's going to take "another seven ten (more like fifty) years for any of them to come online"? But that shouldn't matter. We don't need to drill for anymore yucky oil (not anywhere we have a greater chance of finding it at home, that is) when all those Wonder Fuels® (whatever they may be) are right around the corner. Right?
While you're at it, stop exhaling any more dirty carbon dioxide from your lungs into our atmosphere, you filthy polluter. Do it For The Children. Yes, you can.
That bus is going to need some cheap, domestically-drilled petroleum, else it won't be able to run over anyone in an "affordable, energy-independent" manner.
J
ust call him Oilbama™.
Profits and jobs are good. Drilling at home is good. New refineries and nuclear power plants are good.
Forcing everyone to walk or bicycle to work or pay for universal government transportation is bad. Using any more corn for an expensively subsidized Big Ag boondoggle rather than our food is very, very bad. Nationalizing or federal tax-gouging our oil and gas industries is just plain Marxist stuck-on-stupid bad.
Fully-electric or 50-MPG cars, mercury-filled curly light bulbs, electricity-spiking PCs constantly turned off then on, clearing and paving over our lands for windmill and solar-panel farms till they take up more space than Texas, "Nobody expects the Hansen Inquisition®!", al-Gorepocrisy and his Size 20x carbon footprint, .... We'll get back to you on those. (Maybe.)
The wheels on Oilbama's flex-fuel-efficient bus Go round and round Round and round Round and round The wheels on Oilbama's flex-fuel-efficient bus Go round and round All over everyone who isn't whom he used to know
ith all due respect to Juanita Shamnesty MqGaian (me-myself-and-)I!!, Demoqrat Señilátor of Estados Unidos Mexicanos — that is, none whatsoever — if the Grand Canyon's substrata contains enough petroleum and natural gas reserves to make all our enemies in this World War fear that the decades-long economic power they've had over us, a power based on what is increasingly proving to be America's unnecessary dependency on their benighted countries' oil, is about to evaporate forever, it's next to treasonous to prohibit or oppose our drilling there.
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