What The Very?

Yet again...

Jack — Mon, 31 Aug 2009 00:24:00 GMT

The link: http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/32614326

So, long story short, this nutfuck loon kidnapped a young girl, kept her in his backyard, raped her, she had kids, etc. etc. As insane as it is, you hear shit like this from time to time. And what invariably accompanies it, is that the perp in question has past offenses on his record that make you wonder how the fuck he ever got out of jail, and why, if he did, that there wasn't a cop watching him full time.

The quote: “Garrido was 25 when he was convicted of a federal kidnapping charge and a state forcible rape charge after snatching a 25-year-old woman from a South Lake Tahoe, California, parking lot, handcuffing her, tying her down and holding her in a storage unit in Reno in November 1976.”

Now, if you know me, you know exactly what I'm going to say right now, but I'm going to say it anyway, because nobody reads this blog, and really it's just a catharsis, but what the FUCK is wrong with our society that this dude ever got out of jail?

Look... If you kidnap somebody, forcibly rape them and hold them in a storage unit, then you should die immediately. There's no excuse for that. There's no reason for that.

Now, Garrido says he did some drugs, and that's why he had to rape and kidnap somebody. Don't care. I don't care if you rape and kidnap people because of your naturally crazy brain, or if you do it after you intentionally take some drugs. You're still unneeded by society. A .45 bullet is, at most, 10 cents. Seriously, government, I'll pay for them.

Google Search

Jack — Sat, 15 Aug 2009 23:28:00 GMT

When I type “i am” into my Google search bar, it auto suggests:

“i am extremely terrified of chinese people”

Exactly what I was going to type, Google, thanks. Now that I know everyone else is just as terrified, well... I'm even more terrified.

The Pain, Pain, Pain and Sometimes Joy of Computers...

Jack — Sat, 01 Aug 2009 00:03:00 GMT

Here’s a story for you.

A couple weeks back I bought a Lenovo S-10 netbook. It’s sweet, and worth every penny of the $250 they cost on the refurb site. However, getting it set up has been a NIGHTMARE.

I wanted to put Windows XP Pro on it, because I have no tolerance at all for stupid XP Home and its half assed authentication system. But the S-10 has no DVD drive built in. So, when I got it, I tried to set up a USB stick to be bootable and contain an XP installer. I spent a night on this, failed miserably to get it to work.

Next day I was telling a guy at work about it, and he said “you can borrow my USB DVD burner.” Perfect. I didn’t think anybody actually owned those, but great.

I take that home. Next problem is to get a copy of XP Pro for free. Another guy at work claims to have a copy that he got from CSU which has an unlimited volume license. Wonderful, unlimited free XP Pro! I can set up a million VMs at that rate... So I install it, and all looks well. Get on all the drivers, start setting up the preferences the way I like.

Giddy with joy.

Then I tell it to update itself on WindowsUpdate.com, and it immediately does a “Genuine Advantage“ check. This is how MS prevents piracy, and they like to tell you it's to your “advantage“ not to steal their software. As somebody who has spent a lifetime finding ways to get their software for free, I disagree with that suggestion. Regardless, the Genuine Advantage check tells me that my XP Pro install is not valid for the region I'm in. Can't figure out a way to fool it into stopping with that. It somehow is willing to keep installing updates, but it now complains at me constantly that I “may be a victim of piracy.“ It graciously offers to let me pay $150 for XP Pro, which, I should point out, in very short order (with the release of W7) is going to be two generations out of date as an OS.

So, no, none of that.

I should also point that I've already joined the computer to my domain, and named it LilEek, i.e. “Little Eek.“ This is a name that my son came up with for a friendly mouse, so now I'm fucked, because I'm sentimentally attached to the OS I've installed, and I'm not willing to wipe it and try again, because now it's LilEek, and deleting that would be mean.

So I try all the XP Pro keys I have, but none are acceptable.

I'm forced to fall back to option 2: Use the old Action Pack XP Pro licenses I have, and then when they don't activate, call up MS and whine at them until they activate it for me. So, I reinstall, this time with the media from my Action Pack. I try to activate it, and for reasons totally unknown to me, it activates!

Giddy with joy.

So, I try out the new S-10 with XP Pro. I try out the webcam, I parade around my house using it on wireless, I Remote Desktop into my servers and tell one to install updates while standing in the kitchen. Super.

Since I'm on such a roll, I decide to move the Drobo from my main “general use” PC, to a “server” machine I’ve set up in the library. The Drobo refused to go into Standby, so I felt it best to shut the host machine down before I unhooked the Drobo.

I shut down the host, unhook the Drobo, then I reboot, and it comes back up to the Dell system diagnostic tools. I reboot, same thing. Can’t get past them. Can’t figure out how to turn them off. Start to get angry. This is the machine I use ALL the time. Has all my shit on it.

Can't figure it out. Try to reboot several more times. Starting to do the “try repeatedly, hoping it's a joke“ thing computers cause one todo. Try unhooking everything, in case there's some boot shit on a USB device, or a stuck key on a keyboard sending it into the diagnostics. Nothing works.

Starting to freak out.

Scrabble around, searching for the Vista install disc. Can’t find. Get frustrated and smack the frame of my closet. Paint cracks off a joint for about a foot long.

Try to calm down.

Find the Vista install disc. Take it to the machine. Put it in, boot from the disk, tell it to repair. It says “oh, sure, there’s a problem, I’ll fix it.” Optimism... Reboots. Up comes the Dell system diagnostics screen.

Blood LITERALLY starts coming out of my nose. Jam some tissue up my nose, back to war.

I should also mention that every time the diagnostics screen comes up, there’s a burst of writing on the screen for about .00001 milliseconds that I REALLY want to read, but can’t. I consider filming it with the camcorder, to see if I can freeze it and read the text. It's infuriating. I even try a couple reboots of staring at the screen and trying to make my nervous system run faster when the text flashes past, but I fail.

I try the install disc repair tools again, tell it to restore to an earlier point. Restart. No effect. Getting into the more bitter, resigned stage of my rage. Starting to think about ways to get shit off the drive, places I can buy a new drive tomorrow morning.

Try the install disc repair tools again. Looking at the restore points, I note that they've got my OS partition listed as the E: drive. What the fuck? Then what's C:? I use the DOS prompt the tools provide, and I see that the C: drive appears to have the Dell System Diagnostics tools on it. Makes sense, that's what it's booting to every fucking time I turn it on, but why is it doing that?

Then it hits me... When I was trying to make a bootable USB stick about three nights ago, I was running the filepart tool to set it up for boot. I must have inadvertently changed the active partition on my host, and not on the stick, and it only showed up when I rebooted. So, I run filepart from the DOS prompt, set the (currently) E: drive as active and reboot.

And back up comes the OS. Joy!

So, think on that for a second. Three nights ago, while I was failing to get a bootable USB stick going, I must have accidentally told filepart to modify my main hard disk. Not only did this cause my main machine to eat shit three days later, but it also must mean I didn't set up the USB stick correctly, explaining why it wasn't working for me at that time. I managed to fuck up using filepart, even though at the time I was thinking “man, double check yourself every step of the way, you REALLY don't want to fuck up your main drive.“

Furthermore, when the repair tool told me it was going to fix the boot sector, it must have been looking at the Dell Diagnostics partition, normally hidden, which I had accidentally set active. Probably saw it was invisible, considered that a “problem“ worth fixing.

So, all is well at last (I hope). And believe me when I tell you, that's the edited, shortened version of all the individual battles it took to get from here to there.

Frank Herbert has LSD for blood...

Jack — Sat, 24 Nov 2007 21:09:00 GMT

Hussain loves the Dune series, by Frank Herbert. A lot. The more I read it, the more I realize that it's a formative influence on his whole entire shit. I was prepared to share in his enthusiasm after reading the first book, but then I had the misfortune of reading the next two (Dune Messiah and Children of Dune). Hussain seems to agree that these books try the patience, which is strange since he loves them, but he's an English Major, so maybe he enjoys books that feel like pulling teeth. Maybe thats a challenge or something. If that's the case, then he should read more Gene Wolfe, cause that dude is about as insane as Frank Herbert, but somehow a lot less intolerable.

In any case, I thought I would blog a Herbert simulation, which is basically exactly what the entire second half of Children of Dune sounds like:

Leto pressed his consciousness against the wall of voices that rose and fell like the fluttering froth of a roiled sea, and felt them give way to a new perception, a pleux d'gleubloix of half-truths, truths, and something beyond truth, which flitted at the edge of vision, like moths around a sietch glowglobe. For a moment, Leto drifted above this awareness, lost in the time-place, when he found himself plunging into a vision of a girl, making spice coffee, sitting on a spice mat, surrounded by spice cushions and old spice receipts from past spicy spice purchases. The melange seemed to be everywhere, part of everything, past-present, present-past, now-past, now-now, and now-past-present now. Beyond her the emerald waving of pampas grass was dappled with a silver dusting of sunlight, as she gazed out over the open bled, which I always italicize for reasons that only the spice trance can possibly fucking explain. She sang to herself, another one of those tuneless, totally impossible to imagine songs that are sprinkled throughout this series.

I come to you my love
Dying as we did live
Beside the pampas grass

And you did grind the beans
Like so many lives reclaimed
Beside the pampas grass

And this adds nothing to the story
Nor explains any of the trippy bullshit I've been inflicting on you for going on five hundred pages
Beside the pampas grass

Once again the inner memories washed over Leto's consciousness and spun him around, bubbles seething across his eyes, and leaving him deposited back on the open bled. His mouth felt dry, and the flinty smell of sand, mixed with the cinnamon scent of melange greeted him. His eyes tracked along the rock formation that the Fremen called Quirz al-Ashemmi in the old tongue, which meant “more Arabic sounding bullshit,” but when said with a Choksoba lilt, and the twist of eyebrow which implied that one was speaking to a nephew or first cousin in a situation involving three legged seating accomodations, such as a stool, or low backed chair, it would mean “the same rock formation I've mentioned several times previously, but you don't know why.”

Abruptly, the presence of the lumpen Gurney Halleck conjoined itself with Leto's awareness, and the inkvine scar on his jaw writhed like Shai-hulud as he spoke. “It's page 475, child. Don't you think it's time you proved to me that there's at least some semblance of a plot to this book, or some point to the parched expanse of hallucinations and meaninglessness you've made me sit through?” His hand crept to his crysknife in a way that would imply tension, if you had any idea what in holy hell was going on.

In that moment, with Gurney impatiently checking his chronothopter, it all became clear to Leto. Time wasn't a dimension at all, but a perception of all things equivocal and impermanent, as those things interpose themselves on a backdrop of the self, the spice, the now. The now, as a representation of the self, which for Leto was a many-self, a composite of past selves, numerous to innumerability, but captured in one friendly liege, known only as Huflungpoo. And so it was then that Leto knew he was ready to proceed the plot, at long last, so we can stop wasting our time in this ridiculous peyote fueled vision quest. He turned a smiling, sun blushed face up to Gurney.

“You think me a child? I am so much more. I am the memories of the past, the vision of the future, the incredible disinterest of the now. Gurney! Gurney! Can you see the gift I will give to you? The possibilities I remove and the probabilities I create? Now, quickly, my old friend, old self, let's have a strange non-conversation, in which you use your knife as a visual aid to convey the fine line I'm walking with my words, and the tension of this scene which can only be appreciated by the drug addled mind which authored it!”

Halleck's hand tensed on his crysknife, and he withdrew it enough that Leto could see the sun glinting from a hair's breadth of worm tooth. “Watch what you say,” Gurney growled, “my loyalty is with the Lady Jessica, and I'm going to respond aggressively to the nonsense you just barfed up.”

Leto smoothed the sand at his side, felt its flinty taste at the back of his pallete, caught up a handfull and let if fall between his fingers. “Time, Gurney. Like sand. Like water. Like spice. J'ete plus de les stylo sur la table! Plus de les stylos! That was French Gurney. And in italics. I know now how to advance the plot, Gurney. Indicate a reduction in tension, again via your kife.”

Gurney seemed satisfied, and the glint of wormtooth disappeared. “Aye, lad, I'm a warrior and a lutemaster. But I play the lute a ton, and never ever fight. Now speak the words I need to hear in order to advance the plot.”

Leto dusted his hands on his thighs, and let understanding come to him. PSYCHE! He didn't understand it at all! Back to acid trip! If you skip ahead, you might miss something that explains why Hussain likes this crap! And then you'd also have wasted your time, because you missed the point! So, next paragraph, sucker! You lose, acid wins!

Leto felt his conscious slip parallel to the timeflow, but outside it, watching a million Gurney Hallecks, a million possible outcomes, so many resulting in a crysknife, point first buried under his chin, so many terrible purposes, like the spice threads on a sietch loom, clattering and scraping against one another, terrifying Leto with their persistance, their certainty, their impossibility. Leto felt the father-presence rise up to him, dark and warm, comforting him. Use caution, my son. The paths are many, and singular. Never forget that inner voices use italics, and not quotes, as it was decreed by Ibn Harq.

Gurney Halleck watched the child's eyes roll back in his head, and blew out a disgusted snort. “I'm going to go play Gears of War, this is fucking bullshit.”

Splendor...

Jack — Sun, 18 Nov 2007 22:36:00 GMT

The link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dgi5ESpueX8&feature=related

Thanks to Hussain for finding a video that so nicely captures this event.

Here's a link that covers the story in more detail.

This whole thing is a serious hoot, starting off with the fact that these idiots are blocking equipment that's returning from Iraq. They want to stop the war in Iraq, so they're blocking equipment from returning to base in the US. Should the military just dump it overboard at sea? No, then you'd be out in an inflatable dinghy protesting the environmental impact.

First off, the video. Some real highlights for me:

“The people united will never be defeated.” Their initial chant, is very inspiring for them, I'm sure. I guess in dipshit-speak “the people” means “roughly a hundred children all under the age of 25.”

The cops start pepper spraying the wall of protestors. One of them starts yelling: “That's an illegal use of force. You are under arrest, sir.” To a cop, he says this. Apparently he's a legal scholar. And apparently pepper spray is “force.” And apparently yelling makes you correct.

“Whose streets? Our streets! Whose ports? Our ports!” Really? Yours? Cause you're an American? Are the cops not Americans? Is it not also the cops ports and streets? Or even moreso? Cause, see, the cops, being that they're cops, have a job. Which means they pay taxes. Which means it's most definitely “their streets” and “their ports.” But you, protestor guy? You're about 22, and you probably don't have a job. How exactly does any of this stuff belong to you?

“Medic! Medic!” Hussain pointed this one out for me. I wouldn't have noticed it, but it's cute. When they get pepper sprayed, a pre-planned cry of “medic” arises from the protestors. Traditionally this is something a soldier might say when he's been severely injured. Say, a bullet has shattered his femur. Or and explosion has shredded off his arm. But, hey, I bet getting pepper sprayed is almost as bad, right? Sure. You guys are soldiers too, only on the side of justice!

“Shame on you!” This is a big one. They really think it means something. They really think it's something one says from the moral highground. It hasn't occurred to them that it's the cops job to move them, and they're doing it in the most efficient, nonviolent manner possible.

Around 3:42, the awkward tall guy tries to make a break back to the road they've been blocking. He gets stopped dead, then immediately pepper sprayed. It's serious highlight reel riot-copping, I've got to say.

Then, for me, the high point of the video. As the crowd chants “shame on you,” yet more, one protestor begins screaming “kill the fucking cops.” Apparently one of the things you do on the moral highground, is demand the death of people who are just doing their job. People who are, in fact, doing their job with a level of professionalism I can't even fathom. It's a wonder to me that more cops don't just lose it on these crowds of priviledged little infants, and start laying into them with their batons. As you can see in this video, they stick to pepper spray and dragging them out of the way. I didn't see a single baton strike administered in the whole thing.

On to the article:

“Olympia police spokesman Dick Machlan said 43 people were arrested and then released while prosecutors decide whether to charge them.” That's the level of thuggery going on under the evil Bush administration. People arrested for interfering with the operation of our military, something which could reasonably considered treason, probably won't even be charged with a crime. It's really hard for the accusations of oppression to carry weight when you're just let go.

“Anna-Marie Murano, a member of the coordination group, said she has had leg and neck pain since police hit her in the chest last week.” They want, so badly, to be victims. This chick thinks a stiff neck is her badge of courage in the righteous struggle. Seriously? You think this is the real deal? Sweetheart, in the real world, people get shot, killed, they get their familes shot and killed. They get tortured, they watch their families tortured. That's the real deal. Tzarist Russia, the USSR, Mao's China, Cambodia, south America, North Korea, etc. etc. etc. That's where real opporession lives, and where real victims are made. You're so far from a victim, you can't even see what it'd be like. You're playing pretend, and we're humoring you. Please figure that out.

Hell, look at the bearded dipshit getting limp body carried by the cops in the picture in the article. He's looking all peppy and self-righteous as the cops carry him off. Dude, are you aware that in real protests, with real thug cops, people are getting dragged like that because they're fucking unconscious from water cannons and baton blows to the head? You're not part of anything important, you're a childish embarassment. Go ask a black person who really protested back in the 50s how that shit went. No pepper spray. Just big fucking German shepherds gnawing on you, repeated blows from billy clubs, and a water cannon to smash your face into a curb. That's courage. You're a fucking child.

We're not doing our species any favors by keeping these clowns in the gene pool. I think we'd do everyone involved a huge favor by directing machinegun fire on these protests whenever and wherever they happen.

For the protestors, the benefits are obvious. They want to be victims, and they want to be brave. How can they be brave victims when nobody will victimize them? But with machinegun fire, they start dying, and then anybody who still shows up is genuinely brave, and also being genuinely oppressed. Can we really be so cruel as to NOT fulfill their dreams in this way?

For the rest of us, there are also clear benefits. Humans are social creatures. We survive based upon our ability to socialize, to understand the structure of society, and to fill a useful role in that society. Bears, as another example, survive by hunting and foraging. If a given bear spent his entire day dry humping a pine tree, that bear is a retard, he clearly doesn't have anything useful to contribute to the future of beardom, and he should (and will) be left to die without propagating his sad, worthless seed. The same goes for these protetors. They are trying, desperately, to fail at life. They're trying to show us that they are so completely unable to find a useful role in our society that they would like for nature to take its course and kill them off. When we refuse to do this, we're not only hurting the gene pool, but we're really defying nature itself. It's literally unnatural NOT to fire a belt or two of machinegun fire into the crowd.

So, folks, come on. Think of the protestors. Think of society. Think of the law of nature itself. All demand that we send hot, copper jacketed lead hurtling into these people at supersonic speeds. Let's not disappoint them any more.

Is it torture?

Jack — Fri, 09 Nov 2007 23:20:00 GMT

The link: http://www.liveleak.com/view?i=d8c_1194307197

In case this liveleak goes away in the distant future, it's video of a public demonstration of waterboarding by dipshits who think they're proving that it's torture and evil. After they demonstrate it (complete with fictional interrogation lead in), the “victim” cries about how horrible it is for a while.

Let me help you fucking clowns out with something: if you're willingly going out in public and getting “tortured” then it's not fucking torture. If you can undergo torture, then give an impassioned monologue that sounds like it's from a high school play you wrote and directed, it's not torture. You're a coddled dipshit hippy. If you can deal with the discomfort of waterboarding for the purposes of making your faggy little web video, then it's NOT FUCKING TORTURE.

Here is a list of actual tortures: http://www.medievality.com/torture.html

I would like for the makers of the liveleak video above to pick just ONE torture off that list and do it in a similarly public setting in order to compare and contrast. For example, why not try out the knee splitter? Or perhaps the saw. Give those a shot. If you feel that water boarding is as bad, then I'll believe you.

Another difference...

Jack — Sat, 20 Oct 2007 01:17:00 GMT

The link: http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/21386016/

A few posts ago, I said this: “The only differences between Rush Limbaugh and the mainstream media, is that Rush admits he's partisan, and Rush actually has talent.”

I guess I should add another difference: Rush Limbaugh raised $2.1 million, and gave $2.1 million of his own money to a foundation that helps the families of fallen soldiers and police officers.

It's just unreal.

Don't get me wrong. I'm not some huge Limbaugh supporter, thinking he's the savior of America. All I'm saying, is that whatever he is, wherever he stands, he's giving millions of dollars of his own money to help American families.

You can accuse him of whatever you want, but at the end of the day, he gave $2.1 million dollars to deserving American families, and I'm pretty goddamn certain you didn't.

I was listening to his show today, and the father of a soldier killed in Iraq called in, near tears, and thanked Rush Limbaugh for comforting him and his family, and helping them remember the ideals their son believed in and died for.

I have a hard time being impressed with the “journalists” who pat themselves on the back for “telling the truth” about Iraq, and think themselves insightful and valuable because they figured out that war is hell, and spreading democracy is hard.

It's doubly hard when the guy I'm supposed to think is part of the problem, who I'm supposed to think is a greedy oppressor, who I'm supposed to distrust and dislike, is giving millions of his money away to support American soldiers and policemen.

A major breakthrough...

Jack — Fri, 12 Oct 2007 21:30:00 GMT

The link: http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/blogs/sfgate/detail?blogid=14&entry_id=21062

When Al Gore had to cancel an appearance at a fundraiser for Barbara Boxer, she sent this out to her flock: “I just got a call from Vice President Al Gore. He told me that he needs to travel abroad tomorrow for an exciting and urgent mission that could result in a major breakthrough in the fight against global warming.”

As we all now know, that “major breakthrough” was winning the Nobel Peace Prize. And notice that I've chosen an article that discusses how Hollywood is also masturbating itself over this award, which is, in and of itself worth a blog post, but gets lost in the wash of sheer fucking STUPIDITY that is the American left.

But, hey, we've got a “major breakthrough” here. Al Gore won a Nobel Prize. I guess that means global warming is over! Right? I mean, Al won, he beat global warming! Right?

The fantasy world that these people inhabit is hard to fathom. Barbara Boxer honestly thinks that this award somehow matters. It's just an award, lady. It didn't save a single polar bear. Do you not understand that it's basically just you giving yourself an award? The Nobel committee are a pack of international socialists, they're exactly the same person as you, or Al. You're all just patting yourself on the back, and pretending that something is coming from it.

Let me tell you what's actually happening Barabara. You're an incompetent and a moron, and you and your colleagues in Washington are driving this country into the ground.

The other day, I watched, in total awe, as they Daily Show played clips of the Petraus Senate hearings. I watched as Joe Biden, the longest talking motherfucker in the face of this planet, told Petraus to keep his answers short, so the Senators could get their questions in. I then watched as you, Barbara, spent your entire nine minute question period jabbering, without asking a fucking question. This is the general in charge of combat operations in Iraq. Your constituents want you to hold his feet to the fire. You can't even get ONE fucking question off. Then, Chuck Hagel, a Republican, proceeds to lay into Petraus on the war.

Lady, when you're a Democrat, and you fuck up so bad the Daily Show has to call you out on it, then you're a serious fuckup.

But none of this is even the best part. See, the recent trend in Congress is to draft nonbinding resolutions. They even drafted one condemning MoveOn.org's attack ad against Petraus. And in the process of doing so, they actually argued and debating which other political attacks they should condemn at the same time. These people actually fucking debate the content of a NONBINDING RESOLUTION.

And that's still not the best part.

See, when I saw all these nonbinding resolutions, I was amazed by Congress' ability to do absolutely nothing of value. What I didn't realize was that they were getting ready to up the ante. They had a plan in the works to draft a nonbinding resolution that would not only fail to accomplish anything useful, but would in fact damage the security of the United States.

This is fucking unreal.

“Turkey, which is a key supply route to U.S. troops in Iraq, recalled its ambassador to Washington on Thursday and warned of serious repercussions if Congress labels the killing of Armenians by Turks a century ago as genocide.”

Nancy Pelosi explained the timing: “Why do it now? Because there’s never a good time and all of us in the Democratic leadership have supported” it, she said.

So, let me get this straight. There was never a good time, but the time that you eventually chose, out of the century since the event, was one of about 5 years in which we've been flying supplies through Turkey, to a warzone. A war you don't support? Is that a fucking coincidence? You're going to slap Turkey in the face, for absolutely no benefit to the United States, despite the fact that they're a major supply hub for our soldiers? Despite the fact that they're a neighbor to Iraq, and their cooperation and goodwill is critical to our success there?

And people get upset when Democrats are labelled traitors. Deliberately attacking our ability to supply our troops in the field constitutes treason, in my opinion.

And they did it with a nonbinding resolution. Amazing.

Aren't the Democrats the ones who love to lecture the Bush administration on alienating allies? Is this their model for diplomacy? Could they be any more thoroughly incompetent?

This type of shit just blows my mind. I feel like I'm living a practical joke. These people CAN'T be this stupid. They CAN'T be this incompetent.

People love to scream about what a failure Iraq is. I've got to admit, it's gone very poorly, cost us American lives, a lot of money, and a lot of national peace of mind. It's not over yet, but it certainly looks like it's going to be a failure. So, sure, Bush tried to do something big and he failed.

But what people are too stupid and brainwashed to notice, is that while Bush has shown he will try big things and fail, the Democrats have shown that they're capable of doing nothing at all and STILL FAILING.

I've never said Bush is a great President. But he's still a better leader than any one else in Washington, and I mean that entirely as an insult to every worthless one of them.

You people in Congress are all incompetents, every last one of you, and if you had an ounce of patriotism in your body, you'd shoot yourself in the fucking face, and spare us all having to tolerate you.

Tolerance...

Jack — Fri, 12 Oct 2007 20:52:00 GMT

The link: http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/blogs/sfgate/detail?blogid=7&entry_id=20391

My last post was about what it's like to be a conservative in America today. To summarize: It's barely tolerable.

What's it like to be a wealthy liberal in America today? Look no further than Barry Manilow for an example of what that experience is like.

Barry felt that the cast of The View is a bit too right leaning for his taste, to the point he cancelled his appearance. That's right, The View. Too far right.

To be specific, Barry does't like Elisabeth Hasselbeck. “I strongly disagree with her views. I think she's dangerous and offensive.” Really, Barry? Dangerous? Is that off-the-chart-leftist speak for “very cute?” Or do you just think it's dangerous behavior to get repeatedly brownbeaten by an obsese lesbian?

No, wait, I think I can guess... “I will not be on the same stage as her. ... I cannot compromise my beliefs." She's dangerous, because she might force Barry to forget one of the pillars of American liberalism: intolerance. You might think, for all the time the left spends praising themselves for their communication skills, for their open mindedness, for their love of diversity, that they would value an opportunity to interact with people of differing views. Not Barry. Not the American left. Their political opposition exists only to be demonized and shunned.

That's tolerance on the American left today. Feign tolerance when courting the votes of your favorite protected classes, but when somebody dares lean right, they're the scum of the earth.

And that's also why American conservatives are far more tolerant people. Now, don't get me wrong, there are plenty of Republicans/conservatives who are totally ignorant and intolerant. But in general, conservatives live their lives listening to liberals prattle on about how wonderful their liberalism is, and learned to deal with it. Conservatives have to learn to bite their tongue in public, when some douchebag Kerry booster thinks their regurgitation of today's talking points are a gift to all who behold. The simple fact is that tolerance of differing viewpoints, for an American conservative, is a necessity for the preservation of sanity.

Grains of sand...

Jack — Thu, 11 Oct 2007 00:02:00 GMT

The link: http://www.time.com/time/nation/article/0,8599,1663424,00.html?cnn=yes

One thing I am constantly unable to explain to liberals is what it's like to be a conserative in America, and to be constantly exposed to the endless flow of liberal views that comprise American print media, television and movies. They might understand why one article is biased, or why one scene in a movie might have a leftward political agenda, but what's the big deal? The big deal is that there's millions upon millions of little jabs of this sort, and like little grains of windblown sand, they just wear your fucking brain raw.

Why do I have to watch Keith Olbermann on Monday Night Football? How would you liberals feel if Rush Limbaugh got a spot on a major football program? Ohh, that's right, you'd have him run out of town in no time flat.

Why do I have to read about how Bush is going to veto a bill to help needy kids get healthcare? How would you liberals feel if the headlines talked about how Bush was being forced to veto yet another bloated Democrat handout package?

The goddamn liberals can't even STAND that Fox News and AM radio exist. You guys think that's bad? Try being a conservative. Try living in a world where every single channel is Fox News, where every single paper is the Washington Times, where every single movie is packed with little handjobs for George W Bush, and Dick Cheney is winning an Oscar for his work in a documentary on the huge and ongoing success in Iraq.

So, as the grains of sand reduce my forebrain to a crusty, bloody pulp, I'll pick one out of the air and show you. Check out the link above...

MoveOn.org runs an ad attacking General David Petraus. It's a legitimately low class hit piece on a guy who is doing nothing more than serving his country to the best of his ability. For years now, the left has been successful in swaying public opinion by “taking umbrage” at anything and everything their opponents say.

When Don Imus made some mildly offensive comments, he was labelled “despicable,” as if "nappy headed hos" was the worst thing ever said by mankind.

When Mike Vick ran a dogfighting ring, the practice of outrage expression had grown so prevalent that it became a fucking parade as everyone was lining up to mention how totally outraged they were.

Conservatives have been sitting by, watching this trend unfold, watching it grow and expand, suffering through the false histrionics of liberals being outraged by the endless injustices heaped upon them and their favorite protected classes.

Then, as conservatives finally become inured to this ridiculousness, finally shrug and say “if you can't beat 'em, join 'em,” Michael Kinsley thinks it's FINALLY time to comment.

Imagine that, liberals. Imagine watching George W Bush refer to freedom ten thousand times to the mewling approval of the anchorman. Imagine Republican Senators asking why Democrats can't be a little more patriotic, and having their words amplified and underwritten by the print media. Then, imagine Hillary Clinton finally mentions freedom in one of her speeches, and the mainstream media decides that there's really been quite enough talk of freedom, and Hillary is really embarassing herself by repeating it so much.

It's the utter fucking height of hypocrisy, and it goes totally unchallenged.

This is what it's like being a conservative in America. Liberals hurl sand in your face, day after day, for years. It fills your eyes, leaves your patience raw and bleeding and you have to take it sitting down. Just when you wonder if you can even stand it any longer, a single grain of sand grazes a liberal's cheek and they raise the alarm.

Fuck you people. Seriously, fuck you people.