Weasel Zippers has pictures from various pro-Hamas protests around the world, in surely the biggest simultaneous Godwinning in the history of ever.

Disgusting fuckers they are, undeserving of the capability to draw breath, I have never understood why people would support fucking terrorists over not-fucking-terrorists.   You don’t see Israel lobbing rockets into their fucking schools and backyards, after all, yet it’s the Israeli flag there with the swastika so artfully added, instead of whatever shit-stained bedsheet the Palis are using for a flag this week.

Aside:  I find it Utterly Hilarious that the ones equating the Star of David with the swastika are so completely ignorant of the molecular-level irony therein.   

But of course these fucking bleeding hearts only see what they want to see.  To them, the poor widdle Palis are victims of displacement, and all those rockets – given to them by regional allies too puking scared to openly defy Israel themselves – they toss at Israeli schoolchildren are perfectly justified.  When Israel strikes back – with the bleeding edge-tech equipment that their stable and productive economy is capable of legitimately purchasing/producing – then they’re clearly the bad guys, deserving of demonization, and yes, outright slaughter.  

But they’re not fighting FAIR, wah, using all that high-tech equipment, and actual military tactics.  And they kicked the Palis out of their Homeland, WAH!

Well, god forbid the fucking Palis should turn their resources and energies into improving their hovel of a country, building up their own industrial base, giving their slum-dwelling citizens hope and purpose outside sacrificing their own children, and actually compete on a non-terrorist sort of platform.  Much more satisfying to allow a small percentage of fanatics to dictate the course of their lives, which at this point must go something like this:

• Wake up.  
• Eat something.  If there is anything to eat.
• Cower in house all day.
• Eat something.  If there is anything to eat.
• Sleep.

Palestinian people – take up the nearest rock, smash the head of the nearest Hamas member.  Then ask the UN nicely for some aid funds – trust me, they’ll fall the fuck all over themselves to give it to you, after all, THEY are the ones who split your “country” in half in the first place – then build factories, schools, hospitals, all the things a healthy society needs to function, and un-prostitute yourselves from Egypt, Iran, et. al.  Then your children can grow up to be doctors, business people, scientists, instead of lumps of shredded flesh and bone.

Awww.  Is The Chosen One asking more than his worshippers fanatics constituency is willing to give? 

Word has just been received at The Ticket that President-elect Barack Obama sent out an actual e-mail today without asking for more money from tired donors. No, really.

The N.Y. Times’ Katharine Seelye recently reported growing donor fatigue among eager and happy Obamaites to whom it has occurred that they’ve already given nearly $1 billionto buy all this change to believe in, even many long weeks after the ex-freshman senator won the White House already.

I would give my right tit for this fucker to take this nearly 1 billion he’s extorted from The Faithful and skip the country before the inauguration.

When *I* am in charge, any politician who seeks to overturn term limits – PARTICULARLY to his/her own benefit – will be summarily tarred, feathered, and run out of town on a rail.  

Term limits be damned, Oscar Goodman wants to be Las Vegas mayor for life.

Goodman has asked Assembly Speaker Barbara Buckley to review a 1996 attorney general opinion that outlines a potential path to exempt the mayor from the state’s 12-year term limits.

ON A FUCKING RAIL, I SAY.

Re: yesterday’s mention of the Life Truth, “if you’re not pissed off then you’re not paying attention,” I offer this corollary: “The more you pay attention, the more fucking pissed off you get.”  To wit:

H.J.RES.5 
Title: Proposing an amendment to the Constitution of the United States to repeal the twenty-second article of amendment, thereby removing the limitation on the number of terms an individual may serve as President. 
Sponsor: Rep Serrano, Jose E. [NY-16] (introduced 1/6/2009)      

Dumbest Idea EVAR.  Seriously, take a good look at the last, oh say, half-dozen presidents, and think really fucking hard about how much longer than 8 years you’d like to have any single one of them in office.  Just to refresh your memory, here they are:

1. George W. Bush
2. William J. Clinton 
3. George H. W. Bush 
4. Ronald Reagan 
5. Jimmy Carter 
6. Gerald Ford

Scared now?

Señor Serrano is, as expected, a Fucking Democrat, so I’m forced to assume this is just Attempt #1 at making The Messiah our new Dictator-for-Life.  What, they’ve just stopped teaching History in law school?

Via Tam

Boy, it must just be the biggest confidence-booster EVER having your second-in-command constantly second guess you every time the press deigns to point a camera anywhere near his direction.

Biden told reporters in the Capitol that the Senate Intelligence Committee should have been consulted in advance of the Panetta nomination, which resulted in criticism from the panel’s top Democrats.

…

“I’m still a Senate man. I always think this way. It’s always good to talk to the requisite members of Congress. I think it was just a mistake,” Biden said after being sworn in today for another Senate term (he will resign his seat in advance of the Jan. 20 inauguration).

Joey Boy is going to be the only thing that makes this entire farce even somewhat watchable.  It is still hard to believe this is what the 52s – those inbred carnival rejects – have wrought.

Oh sssssnap!  Hold on to your pantiessss, girlsssss!

…speaking about the exchange on MSNBC shortly after, NBC Washington bureau chief Mark Whitaker said that reporters have not been aggressive enough during Obama’s post-election pressers. 

“Our job is to hold him to account,” Whitaker said, adding that he thinks “we’re going to have to get tougher.”

You know that thing you do, when Aunt Flossie – in the middle of the family barbecue – remarks how nice Grandpa’s penis looks of a morning?  Yeah, that thing.  Jaw completely unhinged, hanging down into your lap, brain simply unable to process the information just received.  

Well, you might actually have that reaction were the quotes in question not loaded with textbook examples of  the passive-aggressive.  But, alas, they are, therefore no jaw-dropping, no unwanted penis visuals, nothing whatsoever changes, and just business as usual.

My friends over at The Line is Here are better at this anti-nanny state bullshit, but they seem to be taking a break lately, so I think I’ll handle this one…

Gov. Paterson, as part of a $121 billion budget to be unveiled Tuesday, will propose an “obesity tax” of about 15% on nondiet drinks.

This means a Diet Coke might sell for a $1 – even as the same size bottle of its calorie-rich alter ego would go for $1.15.

As Zog is my witness, I will NEVER understand these nosy motherfuckers.  

Wait, that’s not true, I DO understand them.  They’re about as complex as flatworms.

Our Overlords say, and may even actually believe, that they’re doing what’s best for everyone else – and maybe that is actually true for about eleven minutes – but then their tiny little weiners get the hardest they’ve ever been – even harder than that time in the basement with the neighbor kid and Dad’s “art collection” – in the exercising of their authoritay and soon they just can’t stop.  The People (that’s you and me, kids) need help!  They’re all just the most pwecious snowfwakes EVAR and they just can’t be trusted with all that nasty sugar available to them wherever they go.  They must be SAVED!!!

Suck. My. Dick.  Would you just?  

I would like to say this nanny-state bullshit wouldn’t find a toehold in my beloved country of independent adventurers, but times change, and blood thins.  There are more than enough pussies here who LOVE the idea of being coddled by their government to keep these jackholes in business through seven eternities.  

Sweartagad, if we could somehow tap into the power generated by the sheer numbers of our ancestors SPINNING IN THEIR FUCKING GRAVES, we could fusion power the planet itself and go cruising around the fucking universe.

As if you, my faithful 64 readers, needed any further proof as to the great stinking cosmic joke that our political system has become…yet still I offer this as Exhibit 982,654:

SCARBOROUGH: You don’t know Obama. You can’t even tell me whether he ran the 2002 campaign of the most corrupt governor in America.

BARNICLE: I can tell you this much: he was a state senator then, and he ran that campaign about as much as I did.

SCARBOROUGH: Oh really? How do you know that?

BARNICLE: Just instinct.

SCARBOROUGH: Instinct?

BARNICLE: Yeah.

*fume*

You know, were these assclowns in any other industry they would never have made it past the unpaid summer intern stage.  Seriously, can you see answering Mister BigAss CEO with something that inane?

BIGASS CEO:  How does the 4th quarter look, Smithers?

SMITHERS:  Well, sir, my instincts say we’re going to finish strong!

BIGASS CEO:  ”Instincts”??  They teach you that shit at Harvard, boy?  I don’t want INSTINCTS, I want fuckin’ FACTS!  Now git your ass out of my sight!

Or maybe that’s just how it would work at Liberty Girl Enterprises.

I just had a really disturbing thought (that’s #214 for the day, for those of you playing along at home)…  This NYT article makes some pretty strong statements implications about the mental stability of Illinois Thief-in-Chief Blagojevich, to wit:

Delusional, narcissistic, vengeful and profane, Mr. Blagojevich as portrayed by federal prosecutors shocked even his most ardent detractors.

And…

Mike Jacobs, a Democratic state senator and former friend of the governor, suggested that Mr. Blagojevich may have lost his grip on reality.

“I’m not sure he’s playing with a full deck anymore,” Mr. Jacobs said. “I think he brought a lot of this on himself. He’s so gifted, but so flawed in a number of fundamental areas. It’s like he dared the feds to come get him.”

And…

“The combination of arrogance and stupidity that would prompt him to continue in these types of behaviors is just stunning,” Dr. Redfield said. “There’s no feedback loop or reality check.”

Mr. Blagojevich had grown increasingly isolated in recent years, particularly from his own state’s Legislature and even from his father-in-law, Dick Mell, a powerful longtime Chicago alderman who showed him the political ropes as a younger man.

The governor was rarely seen around his offices in Chicago and Springfield, preferring instead to spend time at home on the North Side.

“I believe he became a prisoner of his own home,” Mr. Jacobs said.

We’re not trying to make the case that anything that comes out of this fool’s mouth is suspect because he’s mentally touched in the head, are we, fellas?  Because he might have some very interesting things to say about Obama’s past in Illinois, things Big Media^TM just hasn’t been interested in hearing.  

Until, maybe, like now.

In the words of the immortal Wayne Campbell: Exsqueeze me?

Well, my 46 readers, this is a Momentous Occasion…Big Media^TM is actually questioning Dear Leader.  And I don’t mean asking how many ciggies he’s smoked today, or what kind of mongrel will soon be pissing on the White House parquet…they’re actually questioning his association with the soon-to-be-ex-Governor of the state in which he paid his graft dues. 

Now, I grant you, they’re not questioning very hard.  See, please, the following compendium of passive-aggressive speak to be found in this hatchet feather job:

1. “It was a bit of a muddle.”
2. “It’s hard to know what to make of this.”
3. “But Obama’s answer wasn’t terribly nourishing.”
4. “…whiff of imprecision…”

Wow, that’s really taking it to him there, JD.  Gosh, I almost need to sit down after reading that.

I sure hope they don’t keep doing this sort of thing, I just don’t know if my heart can take it.