Archive | April, 2015

Lehman’s Fable

30 Apr

Ya know,,,it is possible that one scenario went like this.

About a gabillion years ago, give or take an illion, a bunch of mofos got fed up with the murdering, and the rapin, and the dead babies, and said, “We are outta here!” And they picked up their shxt, and they left. They traveled over desert, hill and dale, and kept walking til the cold kept the other mofos at bay. Kinda like alpacas.

Well, the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months and the mofos figured out that if they were gonna survive, they needed to find a cave. And then figured out they could build their own cave. And then figured out they could keep fire in their own cave. And then figured out they could keep their gatherings in their caves that they built. And then figured out that if they used the seeds from their gatherings in the land by their caves that they built they could do a lot more gathering on land by their caves that they built. Yeah, farming. And then, long story short, they invented religion so the little girls wouldn’t be raped, and writing, so they could keep track of religion and then the greatest thing of all, ballistics. Yeah. Reach out and touch.

So, the hunter gatherers became engineers and lawyers. And it was good. So good that they discovered a whole bunch of other shit. Because they had to. Because getting along and working together beat the hell out of laying around on the savannah, screwing whatever little tutsi passed by with no need for improvement other than outrunning the lions.

Yeah, read it and weep.

And so, when they returned to their motherland, and saw all the free, savage labor, they took it. Because they had not evolved on that plane yet.

And when they saw that it was wrong, they killed each other, destroyed their greatest creation, and spent the next hundred plus years trying to fix it. But it won’t fix.

Because the folks that came from folks that plan and care plan and care. And the folks that were defeated, captured and sold to those mofos, never learned.

The sad part is that Darwin, and Darwinism explains all of this. The sad part is, the mofos that left, have now provided such great sanctity to those that were taken, that those that were taken now demand their right to destroy their offspring in the womb, and that those that left, pay for it. Jesus God, for lack of a better empath.

The saddest part is that both sets are capable of learning. Only thing is, some just won’t learn.

So when I see the young offspring of this fable, scream at a reporter that “White people need to give a damn about black people!”, I can only offer him this.

You need to care about yourself.

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Ye Ole Warhorse

14 Apr

If liberals sang me a song, it would be the snippet from yet another to be written (by me) song.

“I hate you like the spider hates the dew. My plans, once out of sight, now sparkle, in plain view.”

Have you watched Hillary of late? She continues to show her face in public. Disgraced from Nixon on, she continues to embarrass herself as though only stupid people count. So many lies, so little time.

First, (and it is a first only in that, this is where we start) she sent her recently (prior to 2012 election) retired #2 from State, Anne Marie Slaughter, onto the progressive’s Saturday Morning Toons show, Up With Chris Hayes, to promote the usual feel good “oh my God, we have to help the downtrodden!!” concept that the refugees fleeing the strife tearing Assad’s feifdom asunder were suffering unbelievable horrors, and that a camp on the Turkish border should be established to allow relief workers access to the needy without fear of being shot, mostly. And then, almost subtly, she allayed that arming the Syrian Rebels might be in order that these refugees be given free passage to the camps, and defended once they got there. So, the need for a plan was promoted.

Fast forward to Sept.11 2012, and an ambassador who had been pleading for security was found dead, sodomized, abandoned on the streets of Libya’s Benghazi, after attempting to forward liberated Libyan armaments to the Syrian Rebels, per State Department, i.e. Clinton’s, plans.

Her ass has lied, promulgated lies, promoted lying and pretended to lie, (oops I bumped my head,) all in efforts to not have to explain why it was that the very phone call, the 3:00 a.m. phone call that only she would be able to ably respond to, was left unanswered. She sure as hell didn’t accept responsibility. “What does it matter?”

Hardly the capable protector we were led to believe.

And then the emails. All of the emails she said would be available through other State Department employees, evidently do not exist.

So, on a night an embassy, or annex compound, was attacked by a military force of such capacity that it seized the flag, the  ambassador and all the classified information present, while defeating a group of able Seals with weapons on full auto, the Secretary of State received nor sent any emails. No “help.” No “Stand Down Damnit!” No “Kiss my ass.”

I tell you, it strains credulity.

Of course, one cannot talk about the emails without talking about the servers. The servers she had installed in her home, outside the domain of the Federal IT protections, leaving every detail ever committed to an email in her name to the voyeurism of the hackers, wherever they may be. Russia. China. Silicon Valley.

But we have no idea, because she had them swept. Cleaner than a baby’s power sprayed behind.

To quote the hitman in “Goodfellas,” delivering the bad news, “there was nothin we could do about it.”

I bet the Russians got some emails.

So why, “Why?” you ask, would the Democrat Party, the mainstream media and the entire internet cheer her announcement like an unrequited bride on the soldier’s return of her still flowered husband?

Because. Because she really doesn’t expect to be president.

Oh, she will put out a video. She only need  to don jumpsuit to tape. She will put her ass in a bus and drive around midwest truck stops and act like she is fully engaged. It doesn’t take much. The press is fawning over her, as expected.

No, she only has to be a target. The Republicans will do the rest. She will gallop from pillar to post, drawing fire, allowing the Red Party to fling every charge possible, practical, probable and provable. She will take the arrows in stride. She might even cry a little, on cue, at the end.

And when she finally can sustain her campaign no longer, she will retire. To her Chappaqua compound on the East Coast to lick her, her, well, her gobs of money. You know, a significant piece of that 2 billion that she raised for the campaign is hers. The War on Women fully unfurled.

But none of that matters, because by the time she heads to that great hunting ground (horse meat factory) she will have served her purpose. She will have taken the bullets, and the arrows, and the insults that will be a catalog, a thesaurus, a freaking world atlas of every nasty, sexist, sallacious, incriminating, (cue thesaurus; i.e. criminal feminine) attack that can be muttered. And those very words and charges (all sustainable) will only prove what a bunch of vagina hating bastards the Republicans are. Cue Elizabeth Warren. Your electorate has been tenderized.