From our local birdcage-liner (I swear I was only there to see what 4th events were going on in the neighborhood!)…

Oh look, immigrants who had no trouble at all figuring out the path to US citizenship, how novel!

“I chose to become a U.S. citizen because I love this country,” said Simari, a production team leader. “Many people around the world have the false idea that gold and money grows on trees in the USA. While there is no denying that this is the country of opportunity, the U.S. has taught me more valuable things, such as hard work, education, self-reliance and a great sense of integrity.”

NO!  We can’t have that sort of optimistic claptrap, deport him!

My faith in humanity is now 1/100,000,342 restored.

Then there’s this article – with no author attribution that I can find – which puts forth the innovative idea of allowing boots-on-the-ground to voice opinions about various police actions war efforts in which they’re involved:

If you want to get down to the bare bones of which war policies work and which are unsuccessful, ask those who are carrying out the orders and are most likely to be doing the dying.

Their opinions are the ones that should matter most.

Nothing could possibly go wrong with that plan.

I wonder if I remember how to do this snark thing…

The level of hysteria Sarah Palin is capable of generating still makes me LOL.  It just slays me that those who have their frilly pinks in a bunch over Palin writing speech notes on her hand are the same who don’t mind their dear leader’s seeming inability to memorize his own speeches.

The parallel that can be drawn between liberal and conservative spending habits is just a delicious bonus.

And you might too…

(Via this guy.)

oooOOOOoooo…

“Clean coal is a dirty lie,” says environmentalist Robert F. Kennedy Jr., who calls President Barack Obama and other politicians who commit taxpayer money to develop it “indentured servants” of the coal industry.

Yanno…I might have had a wee smidge of respect for him had he had the actual sack to use the word “slave” instead of the thinly-veiled euphemism “indentured servant.”   But he’s a [D] and a K, so any chance of showing actual backbone falls somewhere between “I’m converting to Judaism” and “what do you mean you can’t swim??”

O British Press, how do I love thee?  Let me count the ways…

This could just be the black despair talking, but I disagree with Gateway Pundit when he (she?) says,  ”If true this news could severely damage The New York Times who supported Obama last year.”

No, it won’t.  No one cares.  No one will do anything about it.  The Kool-Aid Drinkers are still swilling it down by the gallon, still whinging “Leave my Obammy alone!” with yesterday’s mascara trailing down their tear-streaked little faces.

The blue pill has cheerfully been swallowed and the Matrix is still tube-feeding the gruel.  The 52s are  nothing more than copper-tops to me at this point.  I SO look forward to the day when they finally figure that out.

If I may quote from one of the best/worst movies of all time:

Fuck you, Jobu….I do eet myself.*

Thanks to the increasingly intrusive and stepping-outside-their-constitutional-limits government, MLG is now rolling his own:

I’ll let him pop in later with the details.

*You have to wonder if Haysbert looks back at this and wants to kill himself.

Mister Liberty Girl:  Less than two months in and 44 is already grey.  Hahahahahaha.

Liberty Girl:  More likely some advisor told the vain piece of shit to stop using Grecian Formula.

I know it’s early to be writing to you this year, but I just thought I’d get my list to you nice and early so you’d know that I really, really, really want these things, and they’re not just idle whims – like that saxophone-playing guy, REALLY sorry about that one.  No, this list is the real deal, the whole enchilada, and I promise, if I get even just one of the presents on this list I will be the bestest girl forever and ever!

1. A very, very, VERY public meltdown, including screaming, cursing, and maybe even frothing at the mouth.
2. These two, in a boxing ring.  Bikinis not even required.
3. This thing, put into low-Earth orbit, where it can no longer frighten children and small animals.

And just for you Santa – instead of cookies and milk, because I know you’re watching your figure – I’d give you these pussies.  How about we get our golf clubs and show ‘em what a REAL visit from Santa is like?

Thanks, Santa.  Love to the reindeer!

LG

That piece of shit does love to be on television, doesn’t he. 

During NBC’s Super Bowl pre-game show, a very casually dressed President Obama sat for a 12-minute interview from the Map Room of the White House with the “Today Show’s” Matt Lauer. 

And his father apparently never taught him to dress the fuck up for anything.

Oh. Wait.

The classiest moment is quite buried at the end of this ABC “blog” post , when the Asshole-in-Chief made a snide comment about Jessica Simpson’s “weight battle.”  

I tell you, at a time when there is still a whopping 48% of the country who thinks an old, grinning clown head would have made a better President than this elitist snob – who somehow equates casual dress with gravitas – calling out some twit by name because she’s packed on a few pounds is really NOT going to change their minds.

Oh, but it was a jooooke!  See, I’m COOL, everybody says so!  I’m hip, I’m not at all like the old white men who’ve gone before!

Not exactly a recommendation, you fucking idiot.