“I hope you don’t hold my liking WALL-E against me.”
Good Lord, NO!
– “I just thought it was a cute movie.”
Which, if you don’t dissect it, it certainly is. My trouble with it lies a little deeper.
– “So, please, don’t think I’m an ‘environazi’ or anything like that because I thought WALL-E was a cute movie.”
I don’t, and I know you aren’t. The reason you will be spared in the coming “purge” is because you have a great big brain. Great big brains are not that piece of propaganda’s intended audience; tiny little talking monkey brains are. This film is no different — NO different in any way, shape or form (aside from the glorious digital animation) — from any piece of National Socialist propaganda cranked out by Goebbels on Hitler’s behalf in 1930’s Germany. Its stated mission (aside from making George Soros’ allies money) is to “…indoctrinate young people by educating them to accept that the mistakes of their parents cannot and should not be tolerated nor perpetuated in an era of drastic MAN MADE CLIMATE CHANGE.”
This is why we have who we have running the country right now, as it is the result of two generations of public school indoctrination into the manufacturing of a service industry society where all individual achievement is shunned and viewed as a collectivist success. It’s also why I have said that it’s never been easier, because the American electorate has never been stupider. Not ignorant, mind you, but stupid. Ignorance can be cured by education, but, like Ron White says, you can’t fix stupid.
All great big brains — like yours — are immune to the illogic.
All brains that know only their collectivist training are disgusted by anyone who would point to achievement as not being the product of a committee.
– “Honestly, I just think the robot is adorable. And the cockroach. That’s all.“
Notice how the robot only gains empathy and love through watching Barbara Streisand in Hello Dolly?
Honestly? If this movie were any more of a kick in the crotch of everything America once stood for, it would be goose-stepping.
Oh, and when a disease-carrying cockroach is anthropomorphized into being “adorable” you know you’re being preached to–no… Preached AT.
Okay.
Now that you’ve picked yourself up off the floor to wonder why I changed into such a raging ideologue asshole, please understand that this is what I do. In fact, this is pretty much all I’ve done over the last two decades. I do clarity, not compromise. I come from a position that is the hardest ideological sale in the world, because it doesn’t rely on the usual mechanisms of change: fear and ignorance. Instead, my “political sales pitch” is no sales pitch at all — which explains why my fellow Objectivists and I routinely fail at being elected; Ron Paul being the exception proving the rule.
You know how hard it is to get people to listen to you when the only thing you’re offering is the notion that Free Men have the right to be left alone?
No new programs — ?
No free money for special classes — ?
No efforts ending with the phrase “it’s for the children” — ?
Just living free within the constraints of the Constitution of this democratic constitutional republic — ?
(Note: NOT “democracy” but Republic.)
“Are you mad, sir?”
Oh, you have noooooooooooooooooo idea…
And, yes, I’m all about the enjoyment of what little we have left, but I am no longer able to turn my back and enjoy life the way I once did as a child. This isn’t the hubris or apocalyptic notion of some crazed end-timer. I am simply stating fact, and there is no opinion in fact.
We are, in every literal sense of the word’s definition, a fascist nation now.
And this electorate can’t seem to get enough of it.
I’m also in a particularly festive mood from having to wait TWO HOURS to clear a Pima County Sheriff’s Office random checkpoint coming back home from watching Otisburg’s largest firework display celebrating our nation’s birthday… A display that uses no taxpayer dollars, I might add.
The Founders did not leave us this legacy.
Stupidity did.
Happy Birthday, America.
Please accept my humble apologies for what we’ve done to soil your promise — mainly by thinking you ever owed us anything in the first place.
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I wrote the following for a friend who had been visiting VA hospitals in the Northwest during the Fall of 2007. My friend was not part of any larger group or organization, he was visiting wounded vets simply because he believed he needed to. After delivering some books and spending a few precious moments with one gravely wounded Marine, he reluctantly left the ward and proceeded to leave the hospital. Not more than a minute later, a nurse came running down the hall after my friend in order to tell him that the Marine he had just spoken with had expired. My friend was the last living soul to speak with this Marine. It is my honor to call one man my friend. It is my honor to call the other my countryman.
The Man Next To You
He waited.
He waited, but not for a parade, nor permission, nor a public pat on the head from some opportunistic policy maker.
He waited because he had yet to confirm he was good to go – but he couldn’t just hear it from anyone.
He waited to hear it from someone who mattered.
He waited to hear that it mattered.
He waited to hear that he mattered.
He waited for the only one with whom he knew he could trust his life.
He waited for the only one for whom he would give his life.
He waited for the man next to him.
He waited because, in the end, the man next to him was all that really mattered.
He waited because he knew the man next to him had always understood.
He departed knowing the man next to him had always had his back, and would someday stand beside another man. The man next to him is who he was fighting for – who they‘re all still fighting for. The rest is just background noise.
Just noise, that is, save for the last man to stand next to and comfort a wounded Marine.
At that moment, the man next to him became every man who’s ever stood at the side of another man in war. At that moment, he more than mattered.
He made a difference.
He made us worthy.
Semper Fidelis, indeed.
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“Thank you, but I’d rather die behind the chemical sheds.”
The man I voted for as President said the following. The man or woman far more Americans voted for could never say this, because that man or woman could not now, nor would they ever, understand that some Americans would rather stand divided than kneel united. They embrace outright fascism because most of their constituents are clamoring for it — just like the German masses did when they voted for Hitler. If Americans of good will who voted for any of those men or women cannot see this by now, their eyes are shut, and yet another tedious history lesson will not change the fact they will never open them until it’s too late.
How do I know?
Because it’s already too late.
Enjoy the ride, America — even if some of us are prepared to unbuckle our freight cars before we reach your all-too-final destination.
Just my extremist whack-job opinion, 4.23.09
“Secession is a good principle. Just think of the benefits that would have come over these last 230-some years if the principle of secession had existed. That means the federal government would always have been restrained, not to overburden the states with too much federalism, too many federal rules and regulations. But since that was all wiped out with the Civil War, the federal government has grown by leaps and bounds and we have suffered the consequences, and we need to reconsider this. It’s not un-American to think about the possibility of secession. This is something that’s voluntary. We came together voluntarily. A free society means you can dissolve it voluntarily. That was [what] the whole issue was about.”
Rep. Ron Paul, (R-TX)
www.RonPaul.com
April 21, 2009
Odd to think I spent “Good Wednesday” evening (”Good Friday” being a revisionist history hoax perpetrated by Pope Gregory in the Eighth Century because he apparently needed to create the first three-day-weekend; simultaneously erasing Saturday as the Holy Sabbath along with having no idea the Jewish day begins at sunset — not to mention the fact he magically made “three days and three nights” out of only Friday through Sunday to fit his particular “Vatican math”) sorting through and boxing-up spent brass into the remaining commercial cartridge boxes I had on hand whilst watching The Passion of the Christ on DVD.
I still can’t figure out why the world changed the name of the single most important figure in human history to suit their own language sensibilities, though.
Seriously, if anyone’s going to accept anybody as The Messiah, shouldn’t they extend a modicum of common courtesy and think twice about renaming Him? I mean, really, it’d make just as much sense to call Him something like Jeff or Max or Willem or Jim as it does Jesus, right?
Oh, well… At least Mel got something right. No living tree and it’s the wrong hill, but at least he got His name right.
Amen and Stuff
It’s over.
I’m over.
I may not be free of their vile clutches (i.e.: another round of firetruck-impeding speed humps, “Dolly Partons” and impossible-for-Buick-drivers-to-navigate roundabouts destroying my family’s neighborhood of the past 59 years) entirely, but four years’ worth of interminable monthly meetings surrounded by national socialist nesting creatures ended tonight. In fact, it almost ended on a high note — if there is such a thing in Neighbor Nazi terms, that is.
When it was announced I would be leaving the board at the annual meeting tonight, the visible smiles were as broad as the minds expressing them are narrow. Because I had already been the lone “Nay” in four different vocal votes tonight, I actually thought it amusing when Frau Himmler, my neighborhood association’s president, presented me with a “TOOLS $2.00 you” (that’s really the company’s name and precisely how it’s written) “6in JUNIOR HACKSAW WITH/EXTRA BLADE” (no kidding, that’s exactly how it’s labeled on the packaging, complete with the forward slash following the entire word “WITH” to show that it was written by a public school graduate) saying that it represented “my continuing wanting to cut through the bureaucracy” as she told everyone I was resigning my seat. Um, yeah… Saw the heads off of meddling fascists who think I should pay for other people’s vehicular misdeeds even though I ALWAYS drive the speed limit and ALWAYS stop at stop signs in neighborhoods, maybe, but at least she knew I wanted to violently hack through something. That said, I immediately asked to address the standing-room-only crowd so I could could express my gratitude to the board.
Yes.
I really, really did say it that politely.
I stood, turned to the crowd (and my fellow board members) and explained that, were any of the attendees to subpoena the minutes of every meeting during the course of my entire time on the board, people would note that there only seemed to be ONE “Nay” vote out of fifteen whenever there was a non-unanimous vote on non-trivial issues that would affect the life, liberty and property of those who reside in the neighborhood; reinforcing my statement by tersely declaring that I know it to be an immoral act to EVER attempt to deny anyone’s right to live their own life, enjoy their liberty or exploit their own property in any way they saw fit as long as it didn’t deny me of MY right to my own life, liberty or property. I then explained that I only joined the board as an act of self-defense, not to coerce or steal from others, and that my “No” votes didn’t represent my acting contrary for the mere sake of being contrary. I voted the way I did to protect myself from that which I find abhorrent to every American value this nation once held dear.
In the span of perhaps one minute (absolutely no more than that), I could see the stares of shock and disbelief (not unexpected in an age where Americans glibly embrace fascism because they voted to install a warm and fuzzy Hitler who possesses all of the cuddly attributes of a child-molesting uncle while maintaining an aura of messianic virtue), so I decided to close the deal by stating the following:
“And I would like to thank Ruth and the board for treating me with respect and courtesy throughout my tenure being the board’s lone no vote all these years, and that I sincerely appreciate the gift of the hacksaw.”
– Wait for it…
“And I also wanted to say that it had been my intention to buy each and every member of the board a gift worthy of any well-respected head of state, but, because I’m more intelligent than an ice cube and realized the White House had already bought up all the 25 DVD gift packs and iPods in the country — I didn’t get anyone anything.”
…and sat back down.
To put it mildly, the room was not amused.
Now… Here’s where it gets weird… Almost flattering, really…
Within minutes of my nasty oratory, the board was asked to vote in some new volunteers to be on the board and serve a two-year term. Two wives submitted their absent spouses’ names, and the board voted unanimously (what else?) to accept them as new directors. Then, another male voice came from somewhere behind me and said that, after hearing what he’d heard(?) tonight, he, too, would like to serve on the board. When the vote was called for his admittance to the board, the room — again — voice voted “Aye” in unison. As the “Nays” were called, the same man who wanted to be on the board firmly declared, “NAY!”
With my back to him the entire time, I extended my arms and put both thumbs up over my head, loudly pronouncing that there was still hope for reason, liberty and personal responsibility.
Do I think this changes a thing?
Not at all, but it was nice to see that there are still those of us out there who would rather stand divided than kneel united.
…THIS is how I responded:
Seriously, does it really matter how any of us thinks Obama did last night?
This administration and congress are perfectly content with their vision of an America that should cheerily embrace National Socialism, and I don’t recall too many focus groups or exit polls having the slightest impact on the German Chancellery in the 1930s.
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Careful what you wish for, kiddies. Asking questions of people on live television is a risky proposition if you’re not prepared for an unflinchingly honest answer.
Here’s an interesting e-mail I received from a friend (not actually located in this neighborhood, but up in Team 2 territory on the northwest side) who had a very typical “Can I come in and use your phone to call my girlfriend?” house-casing experience with a complete stranger earlier today. I don’t mean to sound like I’m not surprised by the lack of interest on TPD’s part, but, considering we’ve been told over and over again to report such incidents to the police (Remember the whole “Snaggletooth” ordeal?), it does make a fella wonder if this 911 call would have been taken slightly more seriously by the City had the caller not been a single mom worried about her and her daughter’s safety, but rather an outside contractor making a juicy kickback on a faux citation being issued to prop up a lazy and incompetent city government’s revenue stream.
Yeah, yeah, yeah… I can hear the gasps and “tisk-tisking” at the mere suggestion of there being something wrong in paradise, but, quite frankly, I really don’t care how “offensive” anyone finds my wide-eyed curiosity about such goings on. It’s funny how my sarcasm never seems to bother real cops, but then, they’re not who people keep voting for — are they?
Regardless, the aforementioned e-mail follows this, my latest attempt at what’s sure to be deemed as “hate speech” by the hand-wringing politically correct.
Who IS John Galt?
Phil
Soon to be former board member, MNA
PS: I confirmed I’ll be available next Sunday to witness the treasurer report if we can wrap it up no later than 5:30 PM, or thereabouts.
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Phil,
Well chum, “no incident has occurred,” said the nice female voice on the other end of the phone when I attempted to call 911 with and “Incident Report”. We (911 lady and I) were disconnected and I had to call her back. The same woman answered, thank goodness, or someone might have thought something horrid had happened when the phone went dead. I believe she hung up on me on accident. She answered straight away when I called back to say that everything was OK.
Anyway, they do not do “Incident Reports,” unless the man is still around and bothering me or at least within my sight. I told her that I would rather not open the door to see if the man was still outside of my door and in my sight at this point.
This system does not seem to work.
Thanks for listening and for the wannabe helpful advice,
D
The Monarch’s Freestanding (no individual responses) Tweet Compendium; From December 3, 2008 through March 1, 2009
I need to find a new pain slut (one who’s not a commie) upon whom I can take out some pent up aggression caused by living in a police state.
Until you’ve seen ELO perform it live (in dts) on their Zoom DVD (only two cellists!), you can’t believe its true genius.
Inappropriate New Year’s statements? Try, “Do you have a round water bowl for Wrigley? He doesn’t recognize this one’s shape.”
Oppo is finally announcing their Blu-ray player. All is about to be right with the world. Well, at least until the Kenyan takes office…
Any phrase that includes the words “benevolent” and “overlords” sounds expensive and Orwellian. Oh. Wait. It is. `8-(
Woo hoo. It’s my 419th tweet. Now I am a man. Or was my 23rd follower that did it? Yes. NOW I am a man. Holding out my fo-tos for chief…
I’m watching the shiny cars, too. Can’t wait for Speed to be picked up in Hi-Def by Dish during their next round of releases!
The 1.78 broadcast of Serenity off Sci-Fi looked great, but it really showed how AWFUL Dolby Digital sounds compared to dts.
I have a great storytelling CD of Tom Russel’s. Li’l Jack Horner has a tale of he & Charles Bukowski actually stealing a train!
After they refused to display Michael Moore Is A Big Fat Stupid White Man I’ve sabotaged B&N’s Moore section in similar fashion.
I really believe AgentOrange123 needs to switch her name to “AgentOranger” because she’s “owned” that moniker since the late ’80s.
Just found out another acquaintance - a political ally - is dead. He was killed in a car accident and died on December 7. Rest well, Robert.
You know what else they put in “healthy” dog food? They put it in a bag. Beat that for convenience!
I had no idea sake was so fluffy. If it makes you feel any better, my penance will be staying at home tonight. I’m just wasted.
Hope the Concords are flying high, because I’m apparently paying a high price for flying so low for so long that I need to lay even lower.
The homes that were tagged after Barry got elected are putting “Free At Last!” signs. Think I’ll play The Boondocks‘ MLK clip REALLY loud.
Apparently, a lot of folks were wondering why I didn’t post this yesterday, so, here ya go: http://tinyurl.com/9p4xzx
As of this morning, all the Christmas decorations are stowed, but I still have SIX people with whom I’m supposed to “do Christmas” to go.
Criminals… Cunts… Charlatans… The immediate cost of hope and “change” brought to you by our Down Syndrome electorate.
It appears Admiral Adama also shops at Crate & Barrel, because he serves his Irish whiskey out of a Polish (Krosno) decanter just like mine.
What else would you expect from socialism? We’ve known about the digital transition since ‘84, set the date in ‘95, yet, here we go again.
We are so utterly fucked as a country. The talking monkeys LOVE strangling in the death grip of fascism. Fuck, even SOMALIA’S gone digital.
New definition of success: Get votes from morons; Tell morons you’re saving the poor from having no TV; Get even more votes next time.
Seriously, you inbred cunts. You’ve had your fucking chance (since 1995) to get a clue. No one owes you a goddamn thing so you can watch TV.
Hope / Change / Somalia — Of these three destinations, which one(s) ended analog television broadcasts when their laws said they would?
Funny how much hate mail one accumulates after the wheels start coming off of the messiah bus…
Shine A Light looked fantastic and sounded fine (for missing an octave) on Blu-ray, but Stop Making Sense is still the best concert film ever made.
“The ‘messiahs’ are all in politics, and they’re killing us.” — Russian Jew with the Bielski Otriad, 1941, in Defiance
Just discovered that there are (were?) 288,433 blind disciples following the lower case messiah on Twitter. Retards humping doorknobs, all.
Great day for my Dad. Dropped by with my Mom and yelled at both a neighbor child and his own dog. Yeah, Alzheimer’s can be a real hoot.
Two Obamites are asking ME why, if the “stimulus” bill’s so crucial there was no time to read it why’d the cunt wait until TODAY to sign it?
Monday: A damaged but thriving Democratic Constitutional Republic. Tuesday: National Socialism under America’s latest warm and fuzzy Hitler.
David Hardy — my pal, destroyer of Michael Moore and Brady Law’s unconstitutionality — is on FOX News’ Glenn Beck show at half-past today!
My new cologne from Ireland finally arrived. My current Irish cologne once had @AgentOranger saying she smelled “bug spray” in my truck cab.
My neighbor nazi association wants me banned from their listserve because I’m not an Obamite LIKE EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM ARE. Fascists=Fun
No question as to why “Comments” was disabled… This video must already be against the law: http://tinyurl.com/7yk9ut
The neighbor nazis have given me an ultimatum regarding expressing an opinion different from their own. Gotta love that Fairness Doctrine.
“You know how to use this?” < Echo chambers a round into the agent’s suppressed .45 > “Four brothers; none of them Democrats.”
Between their “DC vote = statehood” and moving the census into the White House, we’re HONESTLY talking noose-worthy treason here.
Both MacArthur and Patton rode in and fired on the Bonus Marchers in 1932, so unless we’re hugging a Congresscritter at the time…
“How ’bout a little Henry Miller with your Huckleberry Finn? Assume the position, Honey, let’s begin…”
Are your pants yelling at you, too?
MINIONS!! PREPARE FOR BATTLE!! THE OVERTHROW OF OUR OPPRESSORS IS AT HAND! KNOW THEM BY THEIR BUMPER STICKERS WITH THE STUPID CIRCULAR LOGO!
Yes, Twenty-Seven, I know your neighbor’s a nice guy and he has kids, BUT HE VOTED FOR MARXISM! HE MUST FEEL THE STING OF THE MONARCH! KILL!
I can’t believe I’m gonna miss out on Ursa making Erroris her bitch just so I can participate in plotting and scheming against - everything.
I got a shot of the moon and Venus separated by a palm tree trunk that night. Very dramatic… But on a cell phone. Doesn’t count.
I can’t help myself. I actually enjoy killing the bloody wogs. I mean, it’s either taking it out on them or a trip to DC.
If it’s bleeding from its little snout, then you should stop punching it with your little fist. Just sayin’… `;-)
You mean you HAVEN’T magnetically erased the strip on your license? Screw the People’s Republik of Kaliphonia by not kneeling!
The Second Amendment option will prove a win-win situation even when we lose. Why? Because, like a big ol’ noisy Snickers bar, it satisfies.
