Before They Made It Nicer

Politico has a story re: 7 talking points about the Obama presidency that the White House does NOT want to take hold with the public. It's a pretty good list but The Politico writers couch it in pleasant terms like Monopoly Money, Mr. Spock, and Man in the Mirror.

So, as a helpful add-on, we have the 7 bullet points rewritten here so you can substitute the "real" term for each:

1. He's an economic illiterate and is trying to tax and spend America into prosperity like an idiot.

2. He's a cold-blooded, heartless S.O.B.

3. He runs a Chicago Democrat Machine thug operation from the White House.

4. He's a pansy.

5. He hates the United States-- or at least thinks there's nothing special about the country.

6. He's Pelosi's poodle.

7. He's an insufferable narcissist.

There. I'm pretty sure those are the unvarnished points the Politico was trying to make.

Thanksgiving

The more the people know about it, the more they don't want it.

Something else to be thankful for this year.

Thanksgiving

Be thankful for this... the hoax of man made climate change has been exposed.

The end of this destructive scam? Now that's the kind of hope and change I can get behind.

As The Air Leaves The Hopey Changey Balloon

America's most accurate polling company, Rasmussen Reports, says today that their daily Presidential tracking poll has Lord Obama returning to his lowest approval number-- 46%.

53% now disapprove of the job he's doing, but more dangerous for Lordy O, the strongly disapprove number is now a big, stinkin' 41%.

A Tough 60

Under the current rules of the Senate a political party that controls 60 votes should have no trouble starting debate on any issue. When it took Sad Sack Harry until Saturday night to (apparently) secure the 60th vote from Blanche "Don't Call Me Abe" Lincoln, Byron York of The Ex was curious. Was it all a show? Was it a media stunt?

How could it be difficult to whip a 60 vote majority to vote "AYE" on nothing more than starting a debate?

Here's what Byron heard up on the hill.

Seriously, struggling to get 60 votes to start debate is like not being able to call the coin flip. I don't mean calling heads when it comes up tails. I mean not knowing that your choices are heads or tails. It doesn't point to a good conclusion for Sad Sack Harry-- which is why, just maybe, the stock market ended its 3 days of heavy selling this AM and bolted skyward.

Tigers In Championship Game

Congratulations to the Clemson Tigers and their offensive dynamo, C.J. Spiller for the berth in the ACC Championship game against the Ramblin' Wreck. Go Tigers!

Don't worry about next week's game, fellas. Just think about Georgia Tech.

Next week in Columbia doesn't matter. Only winning December 5th in Tampa and an Orange Bowl bid to follow should be on your minds!

dot dot dot, dash dash dash, dot dot dot

... --- ...

We're sending. Is anyone receving?

Anyone? Anyone?

It's Over, Harry. You Just Don't Know It Yet

Senator Sad Sack produced his 2,074 page bill.

Blow "Taps" for the sorry political career of Senator Sad Sack.

What Fresh Hell Is This?

Monica Crowley has a good roundup of the disastrous first ten months of Obamamerica.

The most recent disaster is the incredibly idiotic KSM Plus 4 decision. Vince Flynn just this morning suggested that, since the brand new court room at Gitmo isn't going to be used, we should try these germs in front of a three judge panel in a tiny wooden courthouse built by Amish craftsmen in the field in PA where UA 93 went down. Then KSM+4 can be executed by putting them atop a building slated for demolition. We pour 20,000 gallons of jet fuel in, fire it, and they get a choice: jump to your death or die of smoke inhalation.

As Mark Levin noted, that might be the plot of the next Mitch Rapp book.

In the meantime Vince's latest Mitch Rapp tale is out and the usual great read for those who think we're the good guys.

ObaMao & The Slow One

"Serve The People," sez the shirt.

"Fish sticks?" sez Slow Joe.

Get Outta Lou's Way

Let's say you had an employment contract that promised you compensation of $120,000 for the next 18 months of work. Then one day your employer says to you, "I'll pay you $80,000 today and you don't have to show up for work ever again. Oh, by the way, you can pocket the dough and go to work for someone else tomorrow if you want."

What would you do?

What if it was $1,200,000 for the next 18 months of work against $800,000 to go away?

Well, one lucky retirement age S.O.B. had an offer of $8 MILLION to leave his failing company today instead of getting $12 Million to keep working for the losers for another year and a half.

He took the money and ran so fast.

The War Is Back Home

"... if the war on terror refuses to go away as easily as the phrase we use for it did, the whole edifice of the Obama administration could come crashing down.
For instance, it seems likely that Obama has already suffered a rhetorical defeat. Whatever his faults, President Bush got to say one thing that the American people always appreciated: After 9/11, he kept us safe from a terrorist attack on the homeland. If Hasan acted as a Jihadist terrorist and not a disgruntled psychiatrist, Obama can't even make the same claim about his first year in office."

-Jonah Goldberg, 11/13/2009- The Politics of Fort Hood

But, don't worry, Lordy O's going to bring KSM and pals to NYC for trial in the US Courts. What could possibly go wrong with a plan that gives the world's most notorious terrorists the rights of a US citizen in our court system?

CMA's

Great show last night. The awards might not have come out the way I wished but, hey, I voted in it enough years to know how that works. ABC's production was first rate and almost every performance was excellent. Congratulations to Lady A for winning a big award with your debut album.

Glad to see Billy Gibbons on stage with B&D-- the song wouldn't be the same without him.

And King George providing The Possum's part on the Barbara Mandrell tribute by Martina was fantastic.

It was surreal watching a teenager win Entertainer of the Year over Strait, Chesney, Paisley, and Urban. But it's all part of the show.

As for me, I need a little more twang.

In This, The 11th Hour

Keepin' It Classy As Usual

"The reason the tea-baggers are so inflamed is because we are winning."
-Impeached and disgraced former president, William Blythe (AKA-Bill Clinton)

There Must Be A Pony In Here Somewhere

In a room full of horse hockey the Washington Examiner finds a pretty pony: burglaries are down. Why? Because so many men are out of work and out of money that they're sitting at home defending their property.

I knew Lord Obama would cut crime rates. Wotta Prez!

Happy World Freedom Day

We were living in the San Francisco Bay Area when Soviet Communism breathed its last. I remember watching the scenes unfold on television and noticing that none of the commentators seemed very happy about it. The people were celebrating their mass escape from tyranny but here in the United States the elites were displeased.

It didn't take much brain power to figure out why our intelligentsia were dismayed at the failure of communism, but if you still don't get it look at what San Fran Nan Pelosi did over the weekend.

The Disconnected Leader

The must read on this sad day.
I must say, I was watching live, and I was appalled.
This guy is in way over his head.

Not The Nobel Prize, Put Pretty Darn Good

We are pleased to award Hillary Clinton First Place in the "I can sound just as dumb as Slow Joe Biden!" contest.

Her winning entry:

"I carry with me a personal conviction that nothing can be allowed to interfere with our determination and our resolve and our conviction."--Secretary of State Hillary Clinton in Cairo, Egypt. Bloomberg, Nov. 5, 2009

Congratulations to Hillary for that excellent example of frontier gibberish.

And the winner in the visual category is President B.H. Obama for this classic:

That's just wrong on so many levels.

Have a great weekend.

Those Must Be Great Boots

There are a million dumb stories to be found while sorting through the wreckage of "porkulus", "cash for clunkers" and the other assorted boondoggles and nitwittery of the Obama/Pelosi/Reid war on economic growth. This one is a beauty though. A shoe shop in Kentucky gets less than $900 in porkulus dough and Slow Joe's gang credits him with "saving or creating" nine jobs.

I guess we really can tax and spend our way to prosperity.

Yankees, Red Sox, Corzine and Dirty Deeds

I didn't hang on every word and picture of last night's election coverage. I enjoy Jethro Gibbs more than that Gibbs feller who works for Obama. I'd rather watch NCIS-LA than washed-up Dems like Bob Beckel opining about election results. But, during commercials, I took a peak at the nation's #1 news channel and her sister business channel and every single time I looked they were talking about just 3 and a half races. The graphics also covered little more than the VA and NJ governor races, NY District 23, and the surprisingly close NYC mayor's race between an authoritarian imperialist nanny and some Democrat.

Admittedly I wasn't tuned in continuously for five hours, but I suspect very little was discussed in detail outside of VA, NJ and those 2 NY races. It's like the way ESPN covers MLB: Yanks, Sawx, Mets and a bunch of other no-name teams. We're used to it. But believe it or not, there were hundreds of other elections around the country yesterday. Some pretty interesting mayor races in Atlanta and Charlotte for example. The US Congressional District 10 race in Northern California held some interest. There were about seven statewide races in PA, a very blue state, and all but one was going to Republicans the last I looked. Don't misunderstand, I agree that the VA and NJ governor's races were the top stories of the day. I just find it odd that everything else was largely ignored.

A little race in our neighborhood was interesting. Our old friend Ralph Norman won back his SC District seat. Ralph gave up his seat a few years back to try to knock off crusty old John Spratt for the US Congress. He failed to get rid of our scourge Spratt but he came closer than anyone else has. Spratt, of course is the chief budget writer in Pelosi's House of Reps and represents a district that went for McCain and Bush twice in the past three elections. He campaigns as a "conservative" Democrat donning work boots and denim and putting his foot up on the wheel of his tractor as he talks all folksy to us in TV ads. Then he goes back to DC to do the bidding of SanFranNan.


So, Ralph winning his old seat back with 72% of the vote sets the stage for another run at Spratt some day. 2010? 2012? We'll see.

No Voting

We are the "votingest" people I've ever seen here in the Palmetto State. If there is an election day we have something to vote on. Partly this is because nearly every statewide office is up for a vote by the people. By constitution the governor appoints pretty much nobody. This goes back to the time just after The War Between the States when citizens were worried that a powerful, Yankee-appointed governor could put a bunch of scalawags and carpetbaggers in all the state offices. So, there are party primaries for every office and then general elections and propositions plus local elections and on and on.

But this election day is different. We don't have a single thing to vote on. Our neighbors right up the road have a state congressional election-- but we got nuthin'. I have voter withdrawal today. Luckily, it's in the 70's and there isn't a cloud in the sky so I can be outside all day (with periodic looks at the trading screen) and think about things other than elections. I hear there's one in New Jersey, and another in Virginia, and one in New York that are getting lots of attention. In nearby Charlotte they're picking a new mayor-- the last one has been in office for fourteen years and is a likable chap. But, we have nothing to vote on here. Somehow we'll get by.

In The Zone

For two consecutive weeks I didn't watch any pro football. It wasn't a boycott, it was circumstantial. Two weeks ago my favorite team had a bye and I usually check out that week every season to rest up for the rigors of the rest of the drive to the playoffs. Ya gotta stay in shape to make it through a 16 game season plus playoffs, so taking your bye week is essential. Then last week I was at the beach and didn't see any games.

So yesterday I was ready for some football-- especially after Saturday's college disappointment.

I OD'd.

I watched 12 games.

Now you might wonder how a guy could watch all 12 games played-- eight 1PM starts and four 4PM starts. Simple. NFL Network RedZone.

I've been watching RedZone pretty much every week (save the past two) this season and can't imagine going without it. Not only do you see every touchdown and most every field goal as they happen but you get it all without any commercials. None. No ads. 12 games and not a single Viva Viagra or BudLite Tailgate Approved moment. And the painful chatter between announcers as teams huddle or referees gather to talk over the call? Gone. We have no time for that stuff because we go to San Diego, or Chicago, or Dallas or wherever there's a RedZone play to watch. And the kid who sits in the studio as ringmaster flies solo and really knows what's going on. He isn't there with six former players who all have to talk some too. It's just him and it's 95% snark-free. It's all football, all of the time. No unfunny comedy, no promos for shows you don't want to watch, and (did I say this?) no commercials.

If you're an NFL fan-- especially one who lives in a market where your favorite team isn't always on-- you have to watch RedZone. The only drawback-- you have to figure out when to break for food, beverage, and personal hygiene on your own. Everything else is taken care of for you, the fan.