One of the best parts about writing for this blog is the diversity of thought and experience of the readership. That’s not me blowing smoke. It’s true. I have found that I learned a lot about my own position on this big blue rock from hearing of the positions of others here than I learned anywhere else. Agreement, disagreement, whatever. It comes down to people coming at an idea I have from a variety of angles. Never more is this true than in the field of religion, where not only do people come from various faiths, but various positions on … Continue reading A fart in church
The chat company is being a dildo about the upgrade I ordered after our fundraising drive was done, so we might still have to eke out one more ride in this broken-down Chevy. If Adrastos keeps trying to pimp Della out the back of it for petting we’re going to keep attracting ALL KINDS OF ATTENTION JESUS GOD, so try to conceal your drug paraphernalia and degenerate sex appliances a little better this time. But we will have a paid van for election night. If I have to build it myself from scratch. Don’t worry, Doc will make sure it runs … Continue reading Debate Night Crack Van
You know he has a dad voice: “There is no serious person out there who would suggest somehow that you could even rig America’s elections, in part because they’re so decentralized and the numbers of votes involved,” Obama said. “There’s no evidence that that has happened in the past or that there are instances in which that will happen this time,” he continued. “And so, I ‘d advise Mr. Trump to stop whining and go try to make his case to get votes.” I am so old I remember when Democrats who talked about who owned companies that made … Continue reading Don’t Make Obama Turn This Country Around
This guy’s picture is going around: This guy, at the rally with his wife and three kids, in his “She’s A Cunt, Vote For Trump” shirt. pic.twitter.com/NDQMz1uteG — Sally Kohn (@sallykohn) October 11, 2016 I shudder every time I see it, but not because of him. I can’t stop thinking about his wife. She’s standing there next to him, and not that women can’t be misogynists (see Schlafly, Phyllis) but God, this election has made me wonder about so many people’s marriages. Women who are afraid to tell their husbands they’re voting for Hillary. Husbands who are “ashamed” to tell … Continue reading Take Husbands and Wives
There are an awful lot of people out there who still think this is a conventional election, that we are choosing between two candidates on the basis of experience, policies, and character.
This is not a conventional election. This is, as the late, great Andrew Breitbart put it, “war!”
An all-out culture war.
It’s not a war that conservatives started or have ever wanted. It is a war that has been thrust on us. But if we don’t treat it as a war, if we don’t take it seriously as a war, we will lose and lose miserably. We will lose not just for the next four years, but for the next 40 years, and possibly the next 400 years.
In other words, this is not a skirmish or a tiny battle, as the #NeverTrump crowd imagines. If we don’t defeat the enemy in November, there may not be another chance for a long time to come.
When you’re at war, your tactics change considerably. For your leader, you don’t want a gentleman warrior or an intellectual who is good at articulating ideas but not very good in the trenches. Those are peacetime leaders, perhaps, but not wartime generals.
At time of war, you pick a general who is tough as nails and will lead you confidently into battle and be victorious. You choose someone who knows how important it is, as Winston Churchill said, to “Never give up! Never give up! Never, never, never-never-never-never!”
The general you pick may be foul-mouthed, crude, or brusque. He may have any number of personal failings. Those things don’t matter in war. What matters is:
The war is essentially between freedom and slavery.
2 posted on 10/15/2016, 7:25:21 PM by MtnClimber (For photos of Colorado scenery and wildlife, click on my screen name for my FR home page.)
To: The_Media_never_lie
I pray there is a patriotic general left.
42 posted on 10/15/2016, 8:46:55 PM by mcshot (The “Greatest Generation” would never have allowed the trashing of our Republic.)
Some of the Freeperati have gotten the dim feeling that their bubble has gotten a lot smaller:
To: MtnClimber
I am having a hard time putting up with my liberal relatives. Most elections, I laugh off their stupidity. This time, I do not care if they get offended by the truth.
I haven’t spoken to my sister in over 10 years because she is a damn liberal.
21 posted on 10/15/2016, 7:57:12 PM by Quickgun (I got here kicking,screaming and covered in someone else’s blood. I can go out that way if I have to)
Love your sig line: “I got here kicking,screaming and covered in someone else’s blood. I can go out that way if I have to”.
Whatever you like. I doubt anyone will miss you (certainly not your sister).
Or to put it another way:
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To: Quickgun
My brother is a stupid libtard too and I only talk to him during Christmas and Thanksgiving.
45 posted on 10/15/2016, 8:49:34 PM by max americana (fired every liberal in our company at every election cycle..and laughed at their faces (true story))
Oh – I love Max Americana! Remember when he said :
To: TurboZamboni
Yup. From fudgepackers to dykes.
13 posted on Wednesday, January 23, 2013 2:44:37 PM
by max americana
(Make the world a better place by punching a liberal in the face)
Whatta guy. Let me just doxx him again, real quick-like:
“Max Headroom? Well, he did make an appearance at the Royal Canadian Legion car show:
Thanks to the contributors who helped First Draft hit its goal. I’m informing the chinchillas that we are Making Them Great Again, by which I mean hit the road, we’re gonna get a lemur up in here. In all sincerity, thank you all for supporting what we do here. On to the next debate! A. Continue reading Fundraising Ends — Thank You All!
So, so close. We’re only $300 away from our goal right now! Do you want a paid van for the next debate and election night, that doesn’t smell like whatever the cats puked up when I took that hard left at Albuquerque? Do you want MOAR MOAR MOAR videos, pet pics, essays about bad cartoons and worse presidential candidates? Wanna carry us across the finish line and make sure you can stop seeing these posts? Then CONTRIBUTE TODAY, and thank you! A. Continue reading Sunday Final Fundraising Day
And yet, Douthat: I RISE to offer a defense — not a full-throated defense, more of a limited one — of the beleaguered, battered, all-but-broken religious right. Of course you do, honey. For the last two weeks we’ve watched various paladins of traditional valuestwist and squirm as they try to square their Christian conservatism with Donald Trump’s sexual attitudes and conduct. You spelled “try to square their Christian conservatism with their endless stupidity and lust for power” wrong. They sought a remoralized politics, a less licentious culture, and now they’re making lesser-of-two-evil arguments to protect a pagan demagogue from the … Continue reading You Wouldn’t Think We Had an Asshole Shortage Right Now
Let’s get something out of the way. It’s still hotter than it should be in New Orleans. Fall has fallen with a thud as it may end up as the warmest October in recorded history. End of black market weather report.
In this week’s spirit of deja vu all over again (thanks, Yogi) I promised an update on beleaguered Jefferson Parish President, Mike Yenni. The sexting bastid is still in office after telling the public that it was “in my best interests” to stay. That inspired a scathing teevee commentaryby the man with one of the best names in punditry, Clancy DuBos. The video won’t embed but the text rocks:
When Mike Yenni couldn’t avoid facing reporters yesterday, here’s what he said about his decision not to resign:
“It’s in my best interest to do what I was elected to do,” he said Monday.
Think about that statement, folks. He’s saying that his interests are more important than those of Jefferson Parish and its people. His interests.
This is a good time to remember the original Mike Yenni — the real Mike Yenni — and his father, Joe Yenni. They are revered because, as parish presidents, they always put the parish’s and the people’s interests ahead of their own.
This guy, who was born Mike Maunoir but changed his name to Yenni, now makes it clear through his actions and his words that he is not worthy of the Yenni name.
For the sake of the parish, he should resign.
Ouch. I think Yenni is hanging on in order to have something to trade with prosecutors if charges loom. A poll was taken showing that 79% of JP voters want his name changing ass gone. Double ouch. I wonder if there will be a Downfall video any time soon.
The only recourse Jeffersonians have is a recall election. It will be tough but a Metry lawyer, whose father used to be one of the bosses of that parish who was tried but acquitted of corruption charges in 1995, is pledging $100K of his own moolah.You cannot make this shit up, y’all.
That concludes this episode of “As Jefferson Parish Turns.” Cue the Hammond B-3 organ. No, not B3 that’s a different kettle of fish altogether.
My mama done tole me to move on to this week’s theme song. Blues In The Night was written by Harold Arlen and Johnny Mercer as the title song of a mediocre 1941 movie. The tune has become a classic thanks to all the fabulous versions out there. We have three versions for your enjoyment today. Let’s kick it off with a jazzy rendition by Louis Armstrong and Oscar Peterson.
Here’s Frank Sinatra and Nelson Riddle’s torch song interpretation.
Finally, a 21st Century version from the late, great neo-chanteuse Amy Winehouse.
My Mama done tole me to go to the break before we send in the scary clowns.
The First Draft fundraising link is staying up through Sunday because, well, we only do this once a year. We don’t need tens of thousands of dollars ever quarter like the Freepi, because we don’t have as much of our souls to try to get out of hock, but we do want to keep the experience ad-free and pay for a nice van for election night so people stop getting kicked out and left by the side of the road. And right now our total stands short of that, less than half the number of contributors we had last year. … Continue reading Fundraising Final Stretch
Angelo Drossos, who owned the San Antonio Spurs during their ABA days, was a hard-charging Greek businessman who was known to have an incredibly bluntness about him, especially when he knew he was right. The most famous story about him, retold in his own words in Terry Pluto’s classic book “Loose Balls,” involves his purchase of future-Hall-of-Fame shooter George “Ice” Gervin. Drossos had purchased Gervin from the failing Virginia Squires, only to have the team’s owner (Earl Foreman) come down with a case of seller’s remorse. The league president, Mike Storen, sided with Foreman and demanded Gervin be returned to … Continue reading A Stronger Letter Will Follow…
I was in good mood this afternoon. I’d been writing this week’s Saturday post, which is always great fun. I tuned out the events of the day until a little before three in the afternoon. Then, I checked out TPM and learned that the latest Trump Toddler Tantrum was a Teutonic one complete with anti-Semitic code words. It was depressing confirmation of my choice to renounce Godwin’s Law this campaign season. Here’s a reminder of what that means: mention the Nazis in any discussion and you lose. That’s no longer true in 2016 thanks to Donald Trump and his merry band … Continue reading The Ugly Underneath
Kick and I have a morning routine. She wakes up and lies in bed yelling “Up, Mama!” until I give up, curse the hour, and open the door. I make breakfast while she chatters and sings to herself. I make toast with cream cheese for her and cut up a banana. I make coffee and watch it brew, thinking about how someday she will be a teenager and I will have to drag her out of bed. I hand her the plate and a cup of milk, and she narrates the journey down the hallway into the living room. Then we … Continue reading A Conversation About Consent With My Two-Year-Old Daughter
My parents had a mixed political marriage. We often talked about local, state, and federal political issues at the dinner table. It wasn’t that hard in those pre-polarization days. My father was a moderate conservative Republican. His immigrant father became a GOPer because it was the businessman’s party. Both were active in Republican politics. My dad was a Nixon delegate in 1972 but wound up on the outs with the California GOP because he supported Ford over Reagan in 1976. In short, I was raised to respect the other guy’s opinion and to treat everyone with courtesy even when we … Continue reading The March Of The MAGA Maggots
