The Fourth That Once Was Is A Fourth That’s No More

“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.


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.


Still Annoying His Loyal Minions 140 Characters at a Time

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:

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:

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?


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.