I Still Hate You, Sarah Palin by David Kahane on National Review Online
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Go forth and read, for this shall inform you:
Someone gets it, and rails against the right's namby pamby defense of this nation from foes domestic.
"In other words, stop thinking of the Democratic Party as merely a political party, because it’s much more than that. We’re not just the party of slavery, segregation, secularism, and sedition. Not just the party of Aaron Burr, Boss Tweed, Richard J. Croker, Bull Connor, Chris Dodd, Richard Daley, Bill Ayers, the Reverend Jeremiah Wright, and Emperor Barack Hussein Obama II. Not just the party of Kendall “Agent 202” Myers, the State Department official recruited as a Cuban spy along with his wife during the Carter administration. Rather, think of the Democratic Party as what it really is: a criminal organization masquerading as a political party."
"You might also want to think about interviewing New York literary agent Jane Dystel, who a) contacted the totally unknown Obama in the wake of an adulatory New York Times piece in 1990 and b) got him a $125,000 advance for a memoir that c) he couldn’t write, even after a long sojourn in Bali, which d) got the contract canceled, whereupon e) Dystel got him $40,000 from another publisher, following which f) the book finally came out to glowing reviews and g) Obama fired her. Wouldn’t she have an interesting story to tell?" [note: he's implying that, duh, Bill Ayers wrote the book].
"And that’s why Sarah had to go. Whether she understood it or not, she threatened us right down to our most fundamental, meretricious, elitist, sneering, snobbish, insecure, Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders bones. She was, after all, a “normal” American, the kind of person (or so I’m told) you meet in flyover country. The kind that worries first about home and hearth and believes in things like motherhood and love of country the way it is, not the way she wants to remake it."
Tuesday, July 07, 2009
Monday, July 06, 2009
I saw two new movies and my impression of them is that they should have switched directors.
One director is a punchline, Michael Bay, while the other is respected, Michael Mann. Mann is awesome. The heist scene in Heat is impressive. I found Miami Vice to be a great procedural with tons of style and dread. He does have an annoying tendency to film the act of love as a little twitchy. And he, like Bay (and also Apatow), seems to now be collecting his own mafia of go-to scene fillers. Seeing Dominick Lombardozzi as an Irish boy with old-school gangster hair is weird. But I digress...
Public Enemies is a bloodless, long ass film starring my doppelganger as John Dillinger. Depp was good. The story...meh. Needed more stuff getting blow'd up. There were action sequences, but Mann was too faithful, I believe, to the actual material to give us some good chases and battles. Come on, it's early America, throw in some bigger gun battles. Also, there is the problem with what Dillenger did. He robbed banks. Before silent alarms, cameras, dye packets, and other modern security counter measures that most directors use to punch up their films. He just rolls in and robs that shit. You can't really spice it up with out something else. And Mann refuses to spice things up in this movie.
Mann also seems to refuse to glamorize Dillinger beyond what Depp can do with his own smirking charisma. I know how that is, smirking charisma can take you places, but it can't take you past the 90 minute mark in a movie without some good boobies or explosions or fight scenes. Alas, Public Enemies needed some Bay. He needed Bay to blow some shit up, have Steve Buscemi make a cameo, and maybe some gratuitous over-sexualization, like Bay did in T2 with:
or:
or:
[sidenote: Seriously, Bay oversexualizes his films too much. The college campus scenes are ridiculous. Furthermore, the film hovers in the PG13 range on language. Coarse language doesn't improve a film or a bad script. It's lazy. Clean it, Bay, kids are watching!]
Mann took it too seriously, or too lazily as some have asserted, to have fun.
In fact, the scene that starts the movie, the death of Pretty Boy Floyd sort of illustrates how little joy there is in the film. He gets shot in the back and C. Bale just sort of meh stands there. The chase is about as dry as a daylight episode of Cops. The bad guy runs, the cops just fire on him. No drama. People die. There is no beauty in it, because that truth is ugly. And I guess Mann wants us to suffer through his movie because of it.
On the other hand, we have Bay's clusterfuck called Transformers 2. I am going to let you in on a few secrets. I love killing robots. Or to put it bluntly, people killing giant robots such as at the end of the far superior first movie, when the American troops finally get it over on Blackout, that was awesome. Even better was a scene that, thanks to Michael Bay's ineptness, was largely missed. Toward the end of the climactic fight scene, Ironhide basically bodyslams Barricade into pieces. Watch carefully, the cop car drive up to Ironhide and Ironhide has none of it. Barricade gets torn to pieces without even a peep. Dayam, robot get killed. shit get blow'd up, all is good.
First things first, the two robots---black robots---were pretty bad. Diminutive in size and brains, they are the equivalent of slicing Jar Jar Binks into two separate Jars, and putting more black face on them. But, at the end of the day, they weren't *that* bad. They were more like riggers...you know robots who think they're black.
Second, Michael Bay's godawful directing. Look, my go-to joke on Bay is that his films would be about 16 minutes long but for the fact that he seems to film them entirely in slo-mo. With several hard to distinguish robots fighting each other, for once it would have been nice for some slo-mo. Jesus, what the fuck just happened, did that Audi beat up the motorcycle or was that the corvette rescuing bumblebee? What? which anoynmous decipticon was that?
This movie needed Mann's steady hand and big brain. There needed to be some, ah, how you say, procedure and gravitas to it. Instead, it's all blurry shit getting blow'd up. This time around, robots come and go and do stuff and there's no joy to it. Who is the corvette? Is bumblebee really the Autobot's best fighter? Is it wrong for me to think that Sam's mom is kinda hot? Mann would have, I believe, put back some logic and thrill into robot on robot on human action.
Ok, then there's the plot. Complete melt-down. Haters made fun of the first movie but they are teh ghey. TFRM1 had a good plot. It had depth. Things happened, people met, robots died, it was all good. There was the famous KillBox One Alpha scene. In fact, the only escape from reality I found was that I find it *highly unlikely* that once Meghan Fox and Josh Duhamel's characters met, that they would have had time for anything else but humping. That is, once all the robots are dead, Josh would end up with Meghan while Sam would end up having to hang out with his weird friend. But that's just my perspective. Pretty people tend to date pretty people, not Shia LaBoef.
Nonetheless, at the end of the last film, the decepticons had a problem. They lost the war. They have no energy cubes and no way to create new robots. A competent director, like Mann, would have used this to create a different movie. For example, in Blackhawk down, the Somali militia had no almost no advantage over the American forces except for their sheer zombie like determination to stumble into enemy fire and one good trap. That created tension. Bay, on the other hand, ignores this basic premise and the fucking decepticons are so powerful that you lose track of how many tier one (Megatron, Starscream, Blackout, etc.) fighters they have. Note that in this movie, the ratings have changed. Megatron is now about as powerful as starscream while Optimus has also been reduced to just slightly weaker than bumblebee. In fact, I would now say that the Autobot order of battle is:
tier one: no one.
tier two: bumblebee
tier three: optimus prime
tier four: Ironhide
nearly useless: everyone else.
On the other hand, the Decepticon order of battle is:
Invincible: (spoiler)
tier one: Everyone.
That is just lazy film making. A bad director or lazy screenwriter creates tension by making the bad guys super strong, even though there's no reason they should be that strong. It reminds me of Matrix 3 where, from we've been lead to believe, the machines are so weak and power starved, they use people as batteries...yet they fielded an army of 250,000 squiggies!
On the other hand, I love it when people kill robots and I have to say that the US Armed forces with a combined ops from useful friendly countries like, uh, Australia(?) have gotten into the robot killing business. And also, the question "how would an M1 tank with its 14 inches of steel and ceramic armor fare against a decepticon" is answered. M1 kills robot. In fact, a MEU of about 5 tanks and 100 men manages to do more damage the emasculated Autobots. I told my fellow film patron that, oh, Ironhide is the Autobot equivalent of a battleship...pure armor and firepower. Of course, he's nowhere to be seen throughout the film.
But again, I digress. Nothing made any sense. The fight scenes were blurry masses of badly rendered computer images. The plot streaks along. Battles are staged and fought according to dramatic necessity instead of any semblance to right, wrong, weak, or strong.
But still, robots get smashed up. But still, I felt like Megatron at the end of the movie as he stared in disbelief at what just happened. The look on his face is awesome. But you'll just have to suffer through the movie to figure out what could happen to put the baddest transformer out there in his place. Hint: it makes no sense.
So, two films, a lot of potential. Each one got the wrong director.
One director is a punchline, Michael Bay, while the other is respected, Michael Mann. Mann is awesome. The heist scene in Heat is impressive. I found Miami Vice to be a great procedural with tons of style and dread. He does have an annoying tendency to film the act of love as a little twitchy. And he, like Bay (and also Apatow), seems to now be collecting his own mafia of go-to scene fillers. Seeing Dominick Lombardozzi as an Irish boy with old-school gangster hair is weird. But I digress...
Public Enemies is a bloodless, long ass film starring my doppelganger as John Dillinger. Depp was good. The story...meh. Needed more stuff getting blow'd up. There were action sequences, but Mann was too faithful, I believe, to the actual material to give us some good chases and battles. Come on, it's early America, throw in some bigger gun battles. Also, there is the problem with what Dillenger did. He robbed banks. Before silent alarms, cameras, dye packets, and other modern security counter measures that most directors use to punch up their films. He just rolls in and robs that shit. You can't really spice it up with out something else. And Mann refuses to spice things up in this movie.
Mann also seems to refuse to glamorize Dillinger beyond what Depp can do with his own smirking charisma. I know how that is, smirking charisma can take you places, but it can't take you past the 90 minute mark in a movie without some good boobies or explosions or fight scenes. Alas, Public Enemies needed some Bay. He needed Bay to blow some shit up, have Steve Buscemi make a cameo, and maybe some gratuitous over-sexualization, like Bay did in T2 with:
or:
or:
[sidenote: Seriously, Bay oversexualizes his films too much. The college campus scenes are ridiculous. Furthermore, the film hovers in the PG13 range on language. Coarse language doesn't improve a film or a bad script. It's lazy. Clean it, Bay, kids are watching!]
Mann took it too seriously, or too lazily as some have asserted, to have fun.
In fact, the scene that starts the movie, the death of Pretty Boy Floyd sort of illustrates how little joy there is in the film. He gets shot in the back and C. Bale just sort of meh stands there. The chase is about as dry as a daylight episode of Cops. The bad guy runs, the cops just fire on him. No drama. People die. There is no beauty in it, because that truth is ugly. And I guess Mann wants us to suffer through his movie because of it.
On the other hand, we have Bay's clusterfuck called Transformers 2. I am going to let you in on a few secrets. I love killing robots. Or to put it bluntly, people killing giant robots such as at the end of the far superior first movie, when the American troops finally get it over on Blackout, that was awesome. Even better was a scene that, thanks to Michael Bay's ineptness, was largely missed. Toward the end of the climactic fight scene, Ironhide basically bodyslams Barricade into pieces. Watch carefully, the cop car drive up to Ironhide and Ironhide has none of it. Barricade gets torn to pieces without even a peep. Dayam, robot get killed. shit get blow'd up, all is good.
First things first, the two robots---black robots---were pretty bad. Diminutive in size and brains, they are the equivalent of slicing Jar Jar Binks into two separate Jars, and putting more black face on them. But, at the end of the day, they weren't *that* bad. They were more like riggers...you know robots who think they're black.
Second, Michael Bay's godawful directing. Look, my go-to joke on Bay is that his films would be about 16 minutes long but for the fact that he seems to film them entirely in slo-mo. With several hard to distinguish robots fighting each other, for once it would have been nice for some slo-mo. Jesus, what the fuck just happened, did that Audi beat up the motorcycle or was that the corvette rescuing bumblebee? What? which anoynmous decipticon was that?
This movie needed Mann's steady hand and big brain. There needed to be some, ah, how you say, procedure and gravitas to it. Instead, it's all blurry shit getting blow'd up. This time around, robots come and go and do stuff and there's no joy to it. Who is the corvette? Is bumblebee really the Autobot's best fighter? Is it wrong for me to think that Sam's mom is kinda hot? Mann would have, I believe, put back some logic and thrill into robot on robot on human action.
Ok, then there's the plot. Complete melt-down. Haters made fun of the first movie but they are teh ghey. TFRM1 had a good plot. It had depth. Things happened, people met, robots died, it was all good. There was the famous KillBox One Alpha scene. In fact, the only escape from reality I found was that I find it *highly unlikely* that once Meghan Fox and Josh Duhamel's characters met, that they would have had time for anything else but humping. That is, once all the robots are dead, Josh would end up with Meghan while Sam would end up having to hang out with his weird friend. But that's just my perspective. Pretty people tend to date pretty people, not Shia LaBoef.
Nonetheless, at the end of the last film, the decepticons had a problem. They lost the war. They have no energy cubes and no way to create new robots. A competent director, like Mann, would have used this to create a different movie. For example, in Blackhawk down, the Somali militia had no almost no advantage over the American forces except for their sheer zombie like determination to stumble into enemy fire and one good trap. That created tension. Bay, on the other hand, ignores this basic premise and the fucking decepticons are so powerful that you lose track of how many tier one (Megatron, Starscream, Blackout, etc.) fighters they have. Note that in this movie, the ratings have changed. Megatron is now about as powerful as starscream while Optimus has also been reduced to just slightly weaker than bumblebee. In fact, I would now say that the Autobot order of battle is:
tier one: no one.
tier two: bumblebee
tier three: optimus prime
tier four: Ironhide
nearly useless: everyone else.
On the other hand, the Decepticon order of battle is:
Invincible: (spoiler)
tier one: Everyone.
That is just lazy film making. A bad director or lazy screenwriter creates tension by making the bad guys super strong, even though there's no reason they should be that strong. It reminds me of Matrix 3 where, from we've been lead to believe, the machines are so weak and power starved, they use people as batteries...yet they fielded an army of 250,000 squiggies!
On the other hand, I love it when people kill robots and I have to say that the US Armed forces with a combined ops from useful friendly countries like, uh, Australia(?) have gotten into the robot killing business. And also, the question "how would an M1 tank with its 14 inches of steel and ceramic armor fare against a decepticon" is answered. M1 kills robot. In fact, a MEU of about 5 tanks and 100 men manages to do more damage the emasculated Autobots. I told my fellow film patron that, oh, Ironhide is the Autobot equivalent of a battleship...pure armor and firepower. Of course, he's nowhere to be seen throughout the film.
But again, I digress. Nothing made any sense. The fight scenes were blurry masses of badly rendered computer images. The plot streaks along. Battles are staged and fought according to dramatic necessity instead of any semblance to right, wrong, weak, or strong.
But still, robots get smashed up. But still, I felt like Megatron at the end of the movie as he stared in disbelief at what just happened. The look on his face is awesome. But you'll just have to suffer through the movie to figure out what could happen to put the baddest transformer out there in his place. Hint: it makes no sense.
So, two films, a lot of potential. Each one got the wrong director.
Sunday, July 05, 2009
Hey, you wanna hear something funny? I heard some good jokes recently.
The Obama's were deciding on a dog to get and *get this* their choices finalized to three and Obama advisor Axelrod broke it down quite wittily:
“I was only called in for the final three, and one was Miss California.”
Hey-oh!
How about this gut buster from David Letterman...Sara Palin dresses like a slutty flight attendant.
Zing!
Want a cherry on top of that sundae?
Arod knocked up her 14 year old daughter during the seventh inning stretch.
Truly, it is demonstrated day after day that the left possesses not only the most compassionate souls and keen intellect, but immense comedic talent. That's why leftist geniuses like Margaret Cho are constantly foisted on us...for our own good...if only we could grasp it!
Allow me to retort...and steal Ace of Spades' idea entirely.
David Letterman finally knocked up his ugly, slutty babymomma who looks like a slutty ugly female Bill Paxton. Dayam, am I funny or what? Oh wait, no, the left, as they fight with barbed wire and knives drawn are quick to pull the shocked gasp of a victorian matriarch...why I never! Have you no decency, sir?
Yes, they are soooooooo decent.
So, now, Palin quit her office. Apparently, the full on hate fest from the festering leftwing's vile soul is enough to drive people to simply submit and seek peace. Then again, maybe the woman deserved having Andrew Sullivan spend a year or so discussing who actually gave birth to Trig Palin. Maybe even hockey mom can have enough. Maybe running up half a million in legal bills shooting down baseless ethics complaints (I mean so what if she fired an inspector general who was sniffing up a dear friend's racket...oh wait, that's the thug from Chicago...Palin was accused of holding a fish).
I mean come on! Anyone who dares to believe that they are as qualified as "slow" Joe Biden to be Veep must be destroyed! right? She should be punched in the throat. or the face.
A good parting shot was the threat of massive libel suits. It seems that the left can't get a clue and assumes another "scandal." They live in their own bubble where only their own biases are assumed. So, here's a clue...there's no FBI investigation. I wonder if any sane person would, in a libel suit, not find actual malice towards Sara on the part of these slanderers?
To the extent several websites, most notably liberal Alaska blogger Shannyn Moore, are now claiming as “fact” that Governor Palin resigned because she is “under federal investigation” for embezzlement or other criminal wrongdoing, we will be exploring legal options this week to address such defamation. This is to provide notice to Ms. Moore, and those who re-publish the defamation, such as Huffington Post, MSNBC, the New York Times and The Washington Post, that the Palins will not allow them to propagate defamatory material without answering to this in a court of law. The Alaska Constitution protects the right of free speech, while simultaneously holding those “responsible for the abuse of that right.” Alaska Constitution Art. I, Sec. 5. http://ltgov.state.ak.us/constitution.php?section=1. These falsehoods abuse the right to free speech; continuing to publish these falsehoods of criminal activity is reckless, done without any regard for the truth, and is actionable.
What scum. I hope she gets revenge...bloody, legal, expensive revenge.
Oh, and let's not forget to heap scorn on the feminists, the same gals who kinda sorta supported the Taliban and Saddam Hussein not because their ultimate goal is the destruction of capitalism and therefore the moral underpinnings of America, but because, you know the bikini is worse than the burka. Also, let's not forget that Palin isn't a woman, she's a republican. The same mindfucked minds that supported Clinton over all his women problems.
And it's really quite pathetic the true reasons for this hatred. She dared mock the mockable Obama. She didn't abort her kids. She hasn't left her husband. Her husband is kinda hot. She's kinda hot. She has about five times more kids than the average DC SWPL uptown girl and guy will have in their life.
And, she doesn't appear to be hitting the wall. How dare she!
And this reminds me of why I stopped doing a lot of things...things with my money and time. I don't watch TV shows that support this frame of mind, I don't buy records that support this shit, or go to movies that regurgitate it. Punish the entertainment class for the classlessness. Stop watching Letterman...hell try to get his gap toothed ass fired. So, CNN, Wash Post, NYT's, eat shit and die...you won't get my money for your crap. James Bond's Daniel Craig thinks we should vote for Obama...oops I forgot to see Quantum (loved Steyn's take on this, McCain lived the Bond lifestyle, while Obama sat in comfort, but Obama best represents the Bond ideal? what???). Meanwhile, I was conflicted over whether ignorant
slut
Megan Fox's
diatribe
against the good people of fly-over country would lead me to skip Transformers 2...oops...it's actually anti-Obama...I am there dudes! You shall be rewarded! Same with Taken...partiarchal porn AND revenge porn? Dudes...Liam gets my money.
Speaking of which, I do love going to movies..but so much recent shit has been pure leftwing masterbation. The recent Russel Crowe movie for example, no, sorry, depictions of reporters as hardworking souls who actually do reporting? Instead of rereading DNC talking points? Heartless, nameless corporations killing people for fun and profit? Please. Get bent. Not a dime! There must be some sort of cottage industry in Hollywood where your idiotic leftist fantasy gets made and you, an ignorant stupid rich person, get to lose $80 million doing it.
The same with GM and their union thugs (the DNC's other other organized crime wing). You want to institute socialism in America? Fuck you...I wouldn't give you a dime.
So yeah, eventually, people like Letterman will feel pain for their comments. Whether he gets his ass fired, he loses ratings, or I cal his wife a slutty Bill Paxton to his face, maybe the only way to restore manners is the cowboy way and not turning the other cheek.
The Obama's were deciding on a dog to get and *get this* their choices finalized to three and Obama advisor Axelrod broke it down quite wittily:
“I was only called in for the final three, and one was Miss California.”
Hey-oh!
How about this gut buster from David Letterman...Sara Palin dresses like a slutty flight attendant.
Zing!
Want a cherry on top of that sundae?
Arod knocked up her 14 year old daughter during the seventh inning stretch.
Truly, it is demonstrated day after day that the left possesses not only the most compassionate souls and keen intellect, but immense comedic talent. That's why leftist geniuses like Margaret Cho are constantly foisted on us...for our own good...if only we could grasp it!
Allow me to retort...and steal Ace of Spades' idea entirely.
David Letterman finally knocked up his ugly, slutty babymomma who looks like a slutty ugly female Bill Paxton. Dayam, am I funny or what? Oh wait, no, the left, as they fight with barbed wire and knives drawn are quick to pull the shocked gasp of a victorian matriarch...why I never! Have you no decency, sir?
Yes, they are soooooooo decent.So, now, Palin quit her office. Apparently, the full on hate fest from the festering leftwing's vile soul is enough to drive people to simply submit and seek peace. Then again, maybe the woman deserved having Andrew Sullivan spend a year or so discussing who actually gave birth to Trig Palin. Maybe even hockey mom can have enough. Maybe running up half a million in legal bills shooting down baseless ethics complaints (I mean so what if she fired an inspector general who was sniffing up a dear friend's racket...oh wait, that's the thug from Chicago...Palin was accused of holding a fish).
I mean come on! Anyone who dares to believe that they are as qualified as "slow" Joe Biden to be Veep must be destroyed! right? She should be punched in the throat. or the face.
A good parting shot was the threat of massive libel suits. It seems that the left can't get a clue and assumes another "scandal." They live in their own bubble where only their own biases are assumed. So, here's a clue...there's no FBI investigation. I wonder if any sane person would, in a libel suit, not find actual malice towards Sara on the part of these slanderers?
To the extent several websites, most notably liberal Alaska blogger Shannyn Moore, are now claiming as “fact” that Governor Palin resigned because she is “under federal investigation” for embezzlement or other criminal wrongdoing, we will be exploring legal options this week to address such defamation. This is to provide notice to Ms. Moore, and those who re-publish the defamation, such as Huffington Post, MSNBC, the New York Times and The Washington Post, that the Palins will not allow them to propagate defamatory material without answering to this in a court of law. The Alaska Constitution protects the right of free speech, while simultaneously holding those “responsible for the abuse of that right.” Alaska Constitution Art. I, Sec. 5. http://ltgov.state.ak.us/constitution.php?section=1. These falsehoods abuse the right to free speech; continuing to publish these falsehoods of criminal activity is reckless, done without any regard for the truth, and is actionable.
What scum. I hope she gets revenge...bloody, legal, expensive revenge.
Oh, and let's not forget to heap scorn on the feminists, the same gals who kinda sorta supported the Taliban and Saddam Hussein not because their ultimate goal is the destruction of capitalism and therefore the moral underpinnings of America, but because, you know the bikini is worse than the burka. Also, let's not forget that Palin isn't a woman, she's a republican. The same mindfucked minds that supported Clinton over all his women problems.
And it's really quite pathetic the true reasons for this hatred. She dared mock the mockable Obama. She didn't abort her kids. She hasn't left her husband. Her husband is kinda hot. She's kinda hot. She has about five times more kids than the average DC SWPL uptown girl and guy will have in their life.
And, she doesn't appear to be hitting the wall. How dare she!
And this reminds me of why I stopped doing a lot of things...things with my money and time. I don't watch TV shows that support this frame of mind, I don't buy records that support this shit, or go to movies that regurgitate it. Punish the entertainment class for the classlessness. Stop watching Letterman...hell try to get his gap toothed ass fired. So, CNN, Wash Post, NYT's, eat shit and die...you won't get my money for your crap. James Bond's Daniel Craig thinks we should vote for Obama...oops I forgot to see Quantum (loved Steyn's take on this, McCain lived the Bond lifestyle, while Obama sat in comfort, but Obama best represents the Bond ideal? what???). Meanwhile, I was conflicted over whether ignorant
slut
Megan Fox's
diatribeagainst the good people of fly-over country would lead me to skip Transformers 2...oops...it's actually anti-Obama...I am there dudes! You shall be rewarded! Same with Taken...partiarchal porn AND revenge porn? Dudes...Liam gets my money.
Speaking of which, I do love going to movies..but so much recent shit has been pure leftwing masterbation. The recent Russel Crowe movie for example, no, sorry, depictions of reporters as hardworking souls who actually do reporting? Instead of rereading DNC talking points? Heartless, nameless corporations killing people for fun and profit? Please. Get bent. Not a dime! There must be some sort of cottage industry in Hollywood where your idiotic leftist fantasy gets made and you, an ignorant stupid rich person, get to lose $80 million doing it.
The same with GM and their union thugs (the DNC's other other organized crime wing). You want to institute socialism in America? Fuck you...I wouldn't give you a dime.
So yeah, eventually, people like Letterman will feel pain for their comments. Whether he gets his ass fired, he loses ratings, or I cal his wife a slutty Bill Paxton to his face, maybe the only way to restore manners is the cowboy way and not turning the other cheek.
Thursday, July 02, 2009
Just a thought...there's this movie called Fred Claus...I've never seen it, but apparently it stars Vince Vaughn playing the role of Vince Vaughn pretending to be Santa Claus's brother (older, younger, or twin brother I couldn't divine).
I saw this at work today:
Yup, a pile of random junk food delivered to my office cafeteria mysteriously.
So, I figured it out. Tired of living in Santa's shadow, Fred Claus decided to get off his rump and do something. Well, celebrating the birth of Christ is taken. The Easter Bunny defends his celebretory turf fairly gangster. Cupid is a bitch, a real fruit fly, so no muscling in on that holiday either. So, instead, Fred Claus choose to pick up the slack and now goes from office to office dropping off random junk food, birthday cakes, and inedible Domino's pizzas. He's lazy and kind of unorganized, so the food just shows up depending on his mood. He's also nicely egalitarian, Naughty, nice, obese, thin, it doesn't matter to him. Well, actually, I think the little scamp likes to reward obese office girls...it's a sick little joke to him. I wonder if the elves who work with Fred Claus are as obese as some of the Chick Fil-A workers I've seen because being around all those Doritos has got to be tempting.
I wonder if he has to twinkle his nose to cram himself through the building's HVAC or if, instead of a red suit, he dresses as a UPS worker to surreptitiously sneak his high carbohydrate load into office building across the land.
So, I would like to thank Fred Claus for helping my place of work celebrate Independence Day. What better way to mark the birth (and thanks to Obama, likely death) of America ... with crap delivered to your office!
So, what does this have to do with me? I can't resist. Give me an early morning bagel! Doritos? More please. Cake? Only with extra icing. Yep, I can have a high protein lunch and dinner prepared, with sides of salads or dreamfields pasta...but give me a slice of goopy pizza and I melt.
But, here's my secret, I work out. So, it's ok. Fred Claus might be toying with the cat ladies in accounting, but my metabolism is stoked! I invented what I like to call the half-hour of power work out:
I mix benching, pull ups, and squats into one vicious circuit.
So, max out (I did 285 3 times...could have probably done 5 (I know, awesome, eh!)) bench
hit the squats,
do pull ups.
repeat.
Hits the big muscle groups, which apparently drops a bucket of testosterone, and you're done quick. I know I should be doing shrugs, dead lifts and other things too, but this is a nice fit into anotherwise long ass week of working out. Those 1.5 hour long P90X routines just wear you down.
Another thing. Maybe it's cause I switched my pasta loading to DreamFields, but I've discovered almost no weight gain from stopping running. and pretty much stopping other cardio too. A tear in the Achilles will do that to you. It also made made me fear obesity, but I guess not. It turns out cardio is the worst thing you can do to yourself. You pound your body for hours, grinding away joints, only to immediately gorge back your meager burned calories (my in-gym triathalon apparently cooked off 1000 calories, but most people stop at 400-500).
So, I don't know. When my Achilles comes back and I have to give up my beloved handicap parking spaces, should I do any cardio regularly?
I also wonder, is if I am being naughty or nice in Fred Claus' mind? I am not a portly office girl or AFC drone
so, am I pissing him off by not getting fat? or am I earning brownie (pun!) points? Really, what does Fred Claus want? Why is there cake in my office?
Finally, I noticed this little gem from the Onion...
Classic! Here's the button: "It just doesn't add up," said Campus Womyn's Caucus chairwomon Mia Petrovich, 20. "If it's true, that would imply that there is some aspect of collegiate revolutionary Marxist-feminist lesbian identity that is, in some way, less than completely genuine. And that's something my most heartfelt convictions will simply not allow me to accept, at least for the next few semesters, anyway."
Oh, will I ever tire of picking on academics, feminists, and other twits?
Let me add one more block quote which resonates with me:
"Man, I remember once telling her I thought her friend Liz was kind of cute," said fellow junior Mike Nygard, 20. "She got unbelievably offended and lectured me for two hours on Lookism and the society-wide evils of the Male Gaze. At the time, I felt awful and apologized profusely for my insensitivity. I remember thinking how lucky I was to have someone like Amanda to point out how sexist I didn't even know I was being. Now, though, I'm thinking maybe she was just being a sanctimonious, self-righteous bitch. Of course, it would be sexist of me to think that, but I sort of do."
Listen, brother. Never apologize. Sanctimonious, self-righteous bitchery is a rite of passage for the larval feminist academic. There was once a time in this country...and indeed in the Western World, where you would have been able to call her out on this. Alas, you'd do so at your own peril these days. But, rest assured, based on the Tom Brady guide to Sexual Harassment, if you did call her out, she would have stopped playing pretend lesbian earlier. You'll never be anything other than a cipher with a offensive (and unused) phallus with that attitude. Embrace your inner oppressor and be a reactionary. It'll feel good. Like that one time you stood up for the national anthem and the jets flew over head and you were like "maybe we aren't so bad..."
But the larval bitch stage girl, at around 20 is one thing. There is a whole other species of post-larval girl out there. And I've heard a few things popping up in conversation with my few normal, unbitchy female friends: The 30 year old doormat. For whatever reason, some girls go their 20's and early 30's without mating. Oh, they've hooked up, but have not gotten knocked up. Then there comes the desire for a doormat. "I just want a guy to split a mortgage with." "I want a guy to mold himself to my life and my accomplishments." I'm no spring-chicken, but dayam. Don't do it, doormat! First of all, being a doormat is no way to retain whatever sexual tension/attraction/deviancy you first had in your courtship. Women, I am afraid, look down on their "let's just be friends" male friends and I think being a doormat is not much better.
Most divorces, contrary to Lifetime TV, occur when women cheat. Men, contrary to LifeTime TV also do the grunt work in salvaging a marriage. That groveling turns the wife off even more. Oh, what's not a lie or a media fabrication is this...in divorce, Mr. Doormat, you will lose...your money, dignity, and kids. Don't do it! Who is she going to cheat with? Some guy who is impressive, either in his presence, appearance, or ability (think of Tao of Steve), not someone who is sniveling. Hint: get a paternity test. Otherwise, check out this blog of some whore who is proudly cuckolding her placating husband. Jesus!
Quotes from an article I read,"In a 2004 poll by the AARP, one in four men who were divorces in the previous year said they “never saw it coming.” (Only 14 percent of divorced women said they experienced the same unexpected broadside.)"
"However that may be, the modern woman clearly wants the benefi ts of a traditional marriage, but is unwilling to pay the costs; she wants a man to marry her without her having to marry the man. It is the eternal dream of irresponsible freedom: In the feminist formulation, freedom for women, responsibility for men."
"close observers tend to estimate that women are responsible for about nine-tenths of the divorcing and breakingup: Men do not love them and leave them, but love them and get left by them."
"On the other hand, “the word used by the majority of women I interviewed to describe their husbands [was] ‘pathetic.’” When the full extent of their husband’s emotional dependence upon them comes out, women are not moved or gratified; they feel contempt for what they see as weakness."
"Accordingly, over time, most women begin to rationalize their extramarital erotic interests. If women simply want to be married and are not naturally inclined to be attracted to other men, “any unhappiness or infidelity on the part of the women is assumed to be due to the men they married.”
I am willing to bet that these girls are the ones seeking doormats and eager providers. The post larval collegiate feminists.
So, this is a mystery to me. A new phenomenon, girls actively seeking men that they can marry, but walk all over. Some sort of predatory arrangement, if you ask me. Note to self: become Muslim, move to Saudi Arabia. Don't be a doormat.
I saw this at work today:
Yup, a pile of random junk food delivered to my office cafeteria mysteriously.
So, I figured it out. Tired of living in Santa's shadow, Fred Claus decided to get off his rump and do something. Well, celebrating the birth of Christ is taken. The Easter Bunny defends his celebretory turf fairly gangster. Cupid is a bitch, a real fruit fly, so no muscling in on that holiday either. So, instead, Fred Claus choose to pick up the slack and now goes from office to office dropping off random junk food, birthday cakes, and inedible Domino's pizzas. He's lazy and kind of unorganized, so the food just shows up depending on his mood. He's also nicely egalitarian, Naughty, nice, obese, thin, it doesn't matter to him. Well, actually, I think the little scamp likes to reward obese office girls...it's a sick little joke to him. I wonder if the elves who work with Fred Claus are as obese as some of the Chick Fil-A workers I've seen because being around all those Doritos has got to be tempting.
I wonder if he has to twinkle his nose to cram himself through the building's HVAC or if, instead of a red suit, he dresses as a UPS worker to surreptitiously sneak his high carbohydrate load into office building across the land.
So, I would like to thank Fred Claus for helping my place of work celebrate Independence Day. What better way to mark the birth (and thanks to Obama, likely death) of America ... with crap delivered to your office!
So, what does this have to do with me? I can't resist. Give me an early morning bagel! Doritos? More please. Cake? Only with extra icing. Yep, I can have a high protein lunch and dinner prepared, with sides of salads or dreamfields pasta...but give me a slice of goopy pizza and I melt.
But, here's my secret, I work out. So, it's ok. Fred Claus might be toying with the cat ladies in accounting, but my metabolism is stoked! I invented what I like to call the half-hour of power work out:
I mix benching, pull ups, and squats into one vicious circuit.
So, max out (I did 285 3 times...could have probably done 5 (I know, awesome, eh!)) bench
hit the squats,
do pull ups.
repeat.
Hits the big muscle groups, which apparently drops a bucket of testosterone, and you're done quick. I know I should be doing shrugs, dead lifts and other things too, but this is a nice fit into anotherwise long ass week of working out. Those 1.5 hour long P90X routines just wear you down.
Another thing. Maybe it's cause I switched my pasta loading to DreamFields, but I've discovered almost no weight gain from stopping running. and pretty much stopping other cardio too. A tear in the Achilles will do that to you. It also made made me fear obesity, but I guess not. It turns out cardio is the worst thing you can do to yourself. You pound your body for hours, grinding away joints, only to immediately gorge back your meager burned calories (my in-gym triathalon apparently cooked off 1000 calories, but most people stop at 400-500).
So, I don't know. When my Achilles comes back and I have to give up my beloved handicap parking spaces, should I do any cardio regularly?
I also wonder, is if I am being naughty or nice in Fred Claus' mind? I am not a portly office girl or AFC drone
so, am I pissing him off by not getting fat? or am I earning brownie (pun!) points? Really, what does Fred Claus want? Why is there cake in my office?
Finally, I noticed this little gem from the Onion...
Lesbian Identity Ends Abruptly Mid-Junior Year
Classic! Here's the button: "It just doesn't add up," said Campus Womyn's Caucus chairwomon Mia Petrovich, 20. "If it's true, that would imply that there is some aspect of collegiate revolutionary Marxist-feminist lesbian identity that is, in some way, less than completely genuine. And that's something my most heartfelt convictions will simply not allow me to accept, at least for the next few semesters, anyway."
Oh, will I ever tire of picking on academics, feminists, and other twits?
Let me add one more block quote which resonates with me:
"Man, I remember once telling her I thought her friend Liz was kind of cute," said fellow junior Mike Nygard, 20. "She got unbelievably offended and lectured me for two hours on Lookism and the society-wide evils of the Male Gaze. At the time, I felt awful and apologized profusely for my insensitivity. I remember thinking how lucky I was to have someone like Amanda to point out how sexist I didn't even know I was being. Now, though, I'm thinking maybe she was just being a sanctimonious, self-righteous bitch. Of course, it would be sexist of me to think that, but I sort of do."
Listen, brother. Never apologize. Sanctimonious, self-righteous bitchery is a rite of passage for the larval feminist academic. There was once a time in this country...and indeed in the Western World, where you would have been able to call her out on this. Alas, you'd do so at your own peril these days. But, rest assured, based on the Tom Brady guide to Sexual Harassment, if you did call her out, she would have stopped playing pretend lesbian earlier. You'll never be anything other than a cipher with a offensive (and unused) phallus with that attitude. Embrace your inner oppressor and be a reactionary. It'll feel good. Like that one time you stood up for the national anthem and the jets flew over head and you were like "maybe we aren't so bad..."
But the larval bitch stage girl, at around 20 is one thing. There is a whole other species of post-larval girl out there. And I've heard a few things popping up in conversation with my few normal, unbitchy female friends: The 30 year old doormat. For whatever reason, some girls go their 20's and early 30's without mating. Oh, they've hooked up, but have not gotten knocked up. Then there comes the desire for a doormat. "I just want a guy to split a mortgage with." "I want a guy to mold himself to my life and my accomplishments." I'm no spring-chicken, but dayam. Don't do it, doormat! First of all, being a doormat is no way to retain whatever sexual tension/attraction/deviancy you first had in your courtship. Women, I am afraid, look down on their "let's just be friends" male friends and I think being a doormat is not much better.
Most divorces, contrary to Lifetime TV, occur when women cheat. Men, contrary to LifeTime TV also do the grunt work in salvaging a marriage. That groveling turns the wife off even more. Oh, what's not a lie or a media fabrication is this...in divorce, Mr. Doormat, you will lose...your money, dignity, and kids. Don't do it! Who is she going to cheat with? Some guy who is impressive, either in his presence, appearance, or ability (think of Tao of Steve), not someone who is sniveling. Hint: get a paternity test. Otherwise, check out this blog of some whore who is proudly cuckolding her placating husband. Jesus!
Quotes from an article I read,"In a 2004 poll by the AARP, one in four men who were divorces in the previous year said they “never saw it coming.” (Only 14 percent of divorced women said they experienced the same unexpected broadside.)"
"However that may be, the modern woman clearly wants the benefi ts of a traditional marriage, but is unwilling to pay the costs; she wants a man to marry her without her having to marry the man. It is the eternal dream of irresponsible freedom: In the feminist formulation, freedom for women, responsibility for men."
"close observers tend to estimate that women are responsible for about nine-tenths of the divorcing and breakingup: Men do not love them and leave them, but love them and get left by them."
"On the other hand, “the word used by the majority of women I interviewed to describe their husbands [was] ‘pathetic.’” When the full extent of their husband’s emotional dependence upon them comes out, women are not moved or gratified; they feel contempt for what they see as weakness."
"Accordingly, over time, most women begin to rationalize their extramarital erotic interests. If women simply want to be married and are not naturally inclined to be attracted to other men, “any unhappiness or infidelity on the part of the women is assumed to be due to the men they married.”
I am willing to bet that these girls are the ones seeking doormats and eager providers. The post larval collegiate feminists.
So, this is a mystery to me. A new phenomenon, girls actively seeking men that they can marry, but walk all over. Some sort of predatory arrangement, if you ask me. Note to self: become Muslim, move to Saudi Arabia. Don't be a doormat.
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