Don’t Pi** on My Leg and Tell Me It’s Raining

In the college town where I spent some of the, urm, more interesting years of my life, there was an old (by that time) doctor of a most eccentric bent. Good sawbones; great “bedside manner” with patients. Nice guy. But… strange sense of humor.

Less weirdly, he raised prize-winning roses and always–always–had a rosebud in his label, in a tiny little vase that was concealed behind the lapel of his coat. He also carried a syringe filled with water to keep the tiny lil vase topped up throughout the day.

One day, I was downtown and ran into Dr. X. We stood talking for a bit on a street corner, waiting for the light change. A woman with a lil “yappy dog” was standing on the other side of him. He gave me w twinkled glance, pulled out his syringe and surreptitiously squirted her on the leg. She kicked the dog, we suppressed our laughter and let her precede us across the street on the light change.

Now, that was funny. But having someone piss on one’s leg for real and say, “Oh, it’s just raining” on a clear blue sky day is worse than insulting. Them thar is fightin’ words, bubba.

I’ll not link to the lying bastards, but the Obama campaign is saying they unequivocally ID all campaign donations, so the huge numbers of donations from foreign sources are legal. This from people who decry voter ID as “racist”.

Liars. Throw the bums out.

I’ll Never Tell…

(Say it sing-song style. Go ahead. I’ll never tell. *heh*)


For all the (One? Maybe) Democrat reader of this blog (if one there be):

Info That May Have Limited Appeal

Anyone traveling I-44 West to OKC who plans to travel the Oklahoma Turnpike sections, avoid Creek Turnpike–a bypass around Tulsa, OK.

  1. It’s 10 miles longer
  2. A lot of that’s “under construction” slow-downs–though of course there were no workers present at all, at all
  3. “Toll plazas” are generally unattended–even though there are booths; no attendants, just signs telling users to use correct change
  4. Equipment malfunction(s?–One guy in a car in another lane just kept throwing money in again and again until it finally let him pass!): one stop for a toll plaza–OF THREE!–counted the money, then refused to let me pass. Good sport, I. Called the toll free number to report the malfunction and hopefully avoid a ticket for running the thing. FIVE MINUTE HOLD
  5. Last “toll plaza”–big, UNOCCUPIED, armored car BLOCKING THE BILL CHANGER!!! Attendant ambled on out and was finally available totake my money…

Took almost 25 minutes LONGER using the “bypass” than going straight through Tulsa rush hour traffic.

OK Creek Turnpike: Waste of time and money. Avoid it. (And let’s all send [virtual] big bags of stinky, rotten onions to the Oklahoma Turnpike Authority.)

A Persistent Problem of Anti-liberal Faux “Liberalism”

As seen over and over again in the actual text of DNC speeches and delegates’ comments and Mass MEdia Podpeople “reports” (but I repeat myself *heh*), it’s difficult for people to reject the obvious lies their bigotry embraces and admit the facts staring them in the face demonstrate the wrongness of their positions.

Of course, it’s a problem for anyone–admitting one has been wrong because of bigotry, a fundamental bias against any particular really reality-based truth, and instead an embrace of “reality-based” fantasy–but I suppose it’s just that faux “liberals” are so very blatant about their bigotry, as seen in the brazenly racist motto so openly displayed at the DNC:

S’all right, y’all. You can come on over from the Dark Side. We’ll forgive you.

“We All Belong to the Government”

Sweet! The 13th Amendment abolished slavery involuntary servitude (except as criminal punishment), effective December 6, 1865, but now the DNC, led by America’s “first ‘black’ *cough* president”–inadvertently (or arrogantly?) lets us in on the dirty little secret: the “feddle gummint” owns us, at least as far as Dhimmicraps are concerned.

Isn’t that special? The Zero is totally focused on keeping his promise to “fundamentally transform” the US… from “the land of the free” to “the home of the ruling classes and their serfs.”

Wear a “Sic Semper Tyrannis” button to vote in November, and make sure the tyrants are defeated at the polls.

Still Waiting for This to Get a Fair Hearing

So far, the Hivemind has reacted to The FairTax only with disingenuous arguments or by echoing flat-out lies about the proposal. I have yet to see a real argument against it, only arguments against things it does not propose or misrepresentations of what it proposes. Check out the facts by reading the bill, exploring the work that’s been done to design the thing and looking at the rebuttals of all the lies and distortions by special interests who do not want to see fundamental tax reform.

FairTax.org

An “F” for Test Design

Lovely Daughter sent me the photo below (modified to obscure personal information of both student and teacher). If I had been grading the pictured test, the student would have been credited with 100% correct answers and the test designer with a big fat zero for amphibolous (equivocal) wording. Just sayin’.

Eric Holder Needs a Dope Slap* from the Folks Who Run Comic-Con

*It’s IMPORTANT to stamp out vote fraud, Mr. Fraudulent Attorney General, so listen to this Comic-Con advice and let States do their job:

“…avoid awkward moments by having proof that you are the guy whose name is on the badge.”

Get the Department of INjustice OUT of enforcing Vote Fraud and into aiding the enforcement of legitimate polls!

In Defense of Elitism

I shun the idea of typical contemporary elitism derived from heredity, attendance at the “right” schools, big bucks in the bank (or under one’s thumb) or association with political power for its own sake. But, in The Revolt of the Masses (1930?), Jose Ortega y Gasset presents a strong argument in favor of a genuine elite. A brief sample:

“…we distinguished the excellent man from the common man by saying that the former is the one who makes great demands on himself, and the latter the one who makes no demands on himself, but contents himself with what he is, and is delighted with himself. Contrary to what is usually thought, it is the man of excellence, and not the common man who lives in essential servitude. Life has no savour for him unless he makes it consist in service to something transcendental. Hence he does not look upon the necessity of serving as an oppression. When, by chance, such necessity is lacking, he grows restless and invents some new standard, more difficult, more exigent, with which to coerce himself. This is life lived as a discipline — the noble life. Nobility is defined by the demands it makes on us — by obligations, not by rights. Noblesse oblige. ‘To live as one likes is plebeian; the noble man aspires to order and law.’ (Goethe)” – Ortega y Gasset

Much of Ortega’s description of genuine elitism evokes echoes of Viktor Frankl’s humbly transcendent “pursuit of meaning” found in “From Death Camp to Existentialism” (later revised and expanded as “Man’s Search for Meaning”) wherein he describes an existentialism counter to that common to such as Sartre, filled with hope and even joy in the midst of terrible circumstances.