Bride of Rove

It seems … I can be bought.

My husband has been in the Newt whore house for awhile now, and given that I can’t stand Newt, it’s made for damn near zero conversation about politics over the dinner table. But now I read that Newt will give me the moon … Someone talk me down from that jolt of hopeful happiness ASAP.

With Michele Bachmann out of the race I am undecided, but I have to say, after Obama’s evisceration of NASA and the insult after insult of our legitimate scientific community with his global warming bullshit money funding quacks rather than legitimate science … oh … oh my god … just the glimpse of an intellegent President committed to returning us to space in a meaningful and significant way is so very tempting.

Because?

Some of us really want to get the hell off of this rock before it explodes in a sea of liberal stupidity and shit starts breaking because everyone is waiting for the government to take care of them.

*Droop*

Damn you, Newt. Damn you to hell.

Just a quick drive by post before work.

I see Ann Coulter has gone off the rails over the rise of Newt and I can’t say I blame her.

Newt clearly offered the Palins a place in his administration so they are throwing their considerable influence behind him. Taunting Chris Christie, Sarah? You got some balls girl.

Rush has figured out that people like it when you talk to the dirty conservative to them. It’s always like that when you get into bed with sleezy scumbags, isn’t it? You know they don’t mean a word they are saying but it just sounds soooooooooooo decadently yummily goooooood. Do us, Newt. Do us hard.

From the visitor logs …
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Every pervy search that ends up here is from the middle east for some reason. Weird.

ha·gi·og·ra·phy noun \-gē-ˈä-grə-fē, -jē-\

Definition of HAGIOGRAPHY

1: biography of saints or venerated persons
2: idealizing or idolizing biography

Examples of HAGIOGRAPHY

• a hagiography about a famous politician
• The book gives a good idea of his virtues without resorting to hagiography.

First Known Use of HAGIOGRAPHY

1821

What made me look up this word?

THIS article which made me laugh even though I am probably the only person who thinks it’s funny …
The Worst White House Aide
Valerie Jarrett’s perfect record . . . for giving bad advice. Jan 23, 2012, Vol. 17, No. 18 • By MATTHEW CONTINETTI

One of Obama’s more flowery hagiographers, journalist Richard Wolffe, divides the administration into “revivalists,” who want the president to be true to the spirit of hope and change, and “survivalists,” who believe compromise is necessary in a divided country. Jarrett is the leader of the revivalists, and her fingerprints are on every blunder and boo-boo the White House has ever made.

The entire US Press Corps are hagiographers for Obama. Hagiography was a Catholic job originally tasked with writing people into sainthood. Appropriate. It’s like the most perfectly used word in any article ever written. Well done, Continetti. Well.fucking.done. I bow.

“I knew the unique combination of leadership qualities that Barack has would push him to greatness,” she told Richard Wolffe. “They always have. Barack has this kind of a—what’s the way to describe it?—restless spirit.” Obama, she told Remnick, has “been bored to death his whole life. He’s just too talented to do what ordinary people do. He would never be satisfied with what other people do.”

aaahahahahahahahahahaha!

There’s a kid here in the Florida Keys. He hated the pot heads in high school. And they hated him back.

I have a point. Hang with me here …

They were the popular kids, born to top tier smugglers and drug dealers. Like the Kennedys, we have a heirarchy here and everyone falls into it based on the smugglers pecking order. This kid? His parents were not in the business and he wasn’t into the life style, so he was different, and thus … ostracized. Well. Not totally, but they gave him his space to be a dope-head-hater.

It happens. You want chicken soup for the soul, don’t read this blog …

When he graduated, he joined the police force, got power, and got even. He arrested the kids, the parents and their friends.

It sounds pretty straight forward but it’s not, because there’s always more to a life than what your parents are, things you say before maturity catches up to you and you come to the realization that you’re being a douche.

Not everyone has an epiphany, of course. The kid who got even, may never find peace, after all the havoc he’s unleashed on his friends, his community and himself. He didn’t take down anyone of importance. He culled the already wounded, the tired and the ones who were already on the road to redemption, unfortunately. The really bad people, the ones my husband goes after? Those are untouchable by a kid cop just getting started.

Yeah. Ok. I’m one of those people who thinks we should decriminalize weed even though I don’t think people should use it. I am not a fan. Believe me. But … well. One of the men arrested had just lost his wife to cancer and he was spiraling down into “don’t care” land and jail? Well. When you’re deep into personal pain, jail is an e-ticket to hell, not a hand up. You get power? Use it to do good. Don’t use it for revenge. /lecture.

But it’s not law enforcement that I’m driving at, it’s power, and how some people play with it like a shiny toy and how genuinely hated they are buy normal people who don’t crave power, but, instead, crave a peaceful, simple life.

In 2008 we gave one of the biggest douches on the planet, a douche with one giant-assed chip on his shoulder, power beyond his wildest imagination. In return? He fucks with us … every chance he gets. I give you Exhibit A

Obama goes to Disney World.

I gotta admit. Obama has a deep satiric genius that is grossly under appreciated. In the years ahead historians and fans will come to see this Disney campaign visit as the ultimate nod to cynicism in the American electoral process of our times. He is essentially acknowledging that Micky Mouse, Goofy and Snow White do, in fact, vote. We’ve seen them on the voter rolls in Nevada for sure. Well played Mr. President. So “in your face” obvious even the American press cant ignore it hard enough in their reports.

This is douche-baggery at it’s lowest.

Sure. None of us are perfect. We’ve probably done stuff in our lives to merrit this assault on our brains. And even as it grates on my nerves I can’t help but appreciate the sad, sick beauty of it. Hard not to, really. The majority of guests at the park this time of year are from Europe, so he ain’t there for the American voter. He doesn’t give a shit about tourism, so he ain’t there for the stated reason they are putting out. Nope. He’s there because he is a giant, immature douche-bag with unlimited power who thought it would be funny as hell to visit the mythical voters who actually put him in office … and it’s about damned time he gave them the recognition they so deeply deserve.

It’s an inside joke, you see? And I guarantee his close friends all “get it”.

What ever. The cool kids all go to Universal, anyway. Disney is so ten years ago, Dopey.

*Time passes as I surf the web*

Oh, Hey! Portnoy finds poignant symbolism in the photo op

Maybe this was intended to be symbolic—that it was Obama’s way of subtly communicating to locals and foreigners alike that l’état, c’est moi. But the image carries unintended symbolism as well. It shows a deserted Main Street in an America whose Main Streets are currently devoid of the hum of industry found in a thriving economy.

“a deserted Main Street” wow. That really is a powerful picture …

Tourism generates low paying, service industry jobs and invites resource destruction. Fortunately he’s not serious about the “boost tourism” thing anyway. But clearing out Main Street America? He can do that in his sleep, and he has …

Aahhhhahahahahahahah!

Related …

Gingrich: That Obama visit to Disney World is kind of goofy, no?

“He has been speaking from Fantasyland for some time now.” ~ Romney

I’m reading “After America: Get Ready for Armageddon” by Mark Steyn

“Conformicrats simply declare your position a form of mental illness.”

Has it occured to anyone that we are really living in Aldous Huxley’s “Brave New World”. That we are pushed, daily, to conform to ideals that someone else has set in stone as the utopian pathway upon which we all must tread together or be ostracized from civilization?

Conservatives are savages.

When utopia falls apart, as it always does, like any other illusion in nature, I think I’d rather hang with the savages. They know how to survive and they don’t waste precious time in their finite lives on futile asks of self gratification at the expense of their own continued survival. Savages like it here on earth with all it’s dangers and flaws. Liberals are forever disatisfied with reality and god help the savage that rips away their ersatz facsimile of utopia to rub their noses in reality.

It’s time to take the kid gloves off with these people and to stop humoring their bazaar fantasies of a perfect world.

I read quotes like this one:

“Actual happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the overcompensations for misery. And, of course, stability isn’t nearly so spectacular as instability. And being contented has none of the glamour of a good fight against misfortune, none of the picturesqueness of a struggle with temptation, or a fatal overthrow by passion or doubt. Happiness is never grand.”

From Brave New World … this is the same man who said

Within the next generation I believe that the world’s leaders will discover that infant conditioning and narco-hypnosis are more efficient, as instruments of government, than clubs and prisons, and that the lust for power can be just as completely satisfied by suggesting people into loving their servitude as by flogging them and kicking them into obedience

Pay attention to that …suggesting people into loving their servitude … because it’s happening, he was right. Now go back to the book quote .. being contented has none of the glamour of a good fight against misfortune … They know that herding people into comfy “safe” serfdom is to condemn human beings into the worst kind of bedlam. But they seem compelled to do it anyway. And we let them. It’s crazy.

I blame all the drugs these assholes did in the 60′s and 70′s, quite honestly. They are too far gone to see the crazed foundation flaws striating through the core of everything they say and do because, like the break in a tulip* that causes the flower to be flawed, but doomed, they think it’s pretty. It’s deep, man. Too deep for savages to appreciate just how deep it is.

Fuck these lunatics and their doomed quest for utopia. I’m calling them on their bullshit because they KNOW it’s bullshit. It’s their position that is “form of mental illness”.

* A prized tulip is a “broken” tulip, where an odd color change unpredictably breaks out in a grouping of identical flowers. The breaks, it turned out via modern science, are caused by a virus

Note: I hadn’t seen the Steyn Article before I titled this so I guess us pessimists are all on the same page today.

Sushi gets ready to drop in a shoe to ring in 2011 New Year in Key West Credit: (Andy Newman/Florida Keys News Bureau via Getty Images)

When the last thing one does before midnight on December 31st is order an expensive knife sharpener from Sears.com, you know it was “one of those years”. A Chef’s Choice Chefs Choice 15 Trizor XV Knife Sharpener with EdgeSelect, if you are interested. I paid 144.52 for it, not on sale, no discounts. It’s listed for 148.99 this morning at Sears ($139.99 at Amazon, do they charge sales tax? I should have ordered it from Amazon) and the price hike at Sears hints at something I suspected was happening, 2012 is ringing in the pain of goods reflecting the real inflation that has been roiling under cost\manufaturing paperwork in offices everywhere. If you needed something, not want, NEED. You should have bought it already, because in 2012, you are going to reassess the word “need” in ways you never imagined. Hell, you were probably already reassessing it.

D and I had our traditional Southern fare of Black-eyed Peas, Ham and Kale last night out on the back patio under the stars. It was a balmy 72 degrees, no clouds. A little candle light, a little wine and a few moments of quiet, not to reflect on the strange and terrible trials of the past year or even to ponder the coming year of mayhem, but a few wine soaked moments to just exist there and then. It’s not without it’s perils, living in the moment. I sometimes think the only thing keeping most people here on Earth is fond memories of better days and the hopeful belief that those days will return. If we all stopped to look at where we are here and now, well, for most of us, we’re not at our best, and not everyone has that all important inner glow that we have inside us, even as we are running on empty, that tells us subliminaly we have everything we need to change that reality around.

The population here in the Florida Keys doubles almost over night this time of year so we don’t go out unless we have to.

The decorations are down and in various stages of being packed away. Stores are open, restaurants are serving, and people are working.

Post in progress. ;-)