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The Demonstration Has Been Subsidized

You really should have stayed home, brother.
You will have nowhere to plug in, zone out, or get take out.
You will not be able to feed yourself on pizza and beer,
Bad pizza and cheap beer made by large corporations
Because the demonstration has been subsidized.

The demonstration has been subsidized.
The demonstration has been brought to you by Soros
with large crowds without proper sanitation
The demonstration will have large pictures of Obama
And Pelosi giving an interview and leading a charge
To Marx, and Chairman Mao, and Che Guavera to destroy
Hard working people's livelihoods with taxes taken from their paychecks
The demonstration has been subsidized.

The demonstration has been brought to you by 
MSNBC and will star Keith Olbermann, and Saul
Alinsky and Anderson Cooper and Roseanne and Oprah.
The demonstration will not give your cause mass appeal.
The demonstration will bring out the nuts.
The demonstration will not make you a
winner, because the demonstration has been subsidized, Brother.

There will be video of you and Ginnie Ray
leaning up against that police car and leaving behind a calling card,
or fighting with police because they don't want you to get hit in traffic.
CNN will provide 'round the clock coverage
and will report from all confrontations.
The demonstration has been subsidized.

There will be video of grasshoppers shouting at
ants on YouTube
There will be video of grasshoppers shouting at
ants on YouTube
There will be video of Purple People Beaters attacking
people in wheel chairs because they won't back down
There will be slow motion shots of UAW
drones chanting about the plight of the working man
After cashing a six thousand dollar signing bonus check
Just before getting on the bus to the demonstration

Abercrombie and Fitch, Starbucks, and Best
Buy will be well represented, and
hipsters and hippies will finally get together
on the streets of America because lazy people
will be whining that someone else should pay.
The demonstration will be subsidized.

There will be constant highlights on the cable
news and pictures of privileged Ivy League
post-adolescents and aging hippies wearing rusted peace signs.
The theme song will be written by RadioHead,
and Joan Baez, and sung by Pfish, Lady Gaga, and Rihanna
The demonstration has been subsidized.

The demonstration will be right back after a message
about the sponsors, underwriters, and donors.
You will have to worry about a commie in your
cupboard, a Maoist on a motorcycle, or the socialists in your schools.
The demonstration will be fueled by weed and coke.
The demonstration will be staffed by immigrants who don't know why they're there.
The demonstration will put you in the back of the bus.

The demonstration has been subsidized, has been subsidized,
has been subsidized, has been subsidized.
The demonstration will not be spontaneous, brother;
The demonstration is contrived.

With apologies to Gil Scott Heron




By Your Waste Shall Ye Be Known

A park in New York that has been used as a central area for anti-corporate protests has become a health problem.  Normal cleaning and trash pick-up has been disrupted by the protesters, so the trash and other debris they leave behind have made it into an eyesore and health hazard. Apparently, using police cars as toilets is now a form of expression and protest.

This isn’t the first time that the refuse left behind by a group of leftist protesters has been a problem. Look at the mess that the John Stewart rally left behind in Washington DC, then contrast it with what was left behind after the large Tea Party rallies in 2009.

Leftist protests are mostly manned by either young college age twits who have never had to pay for their own food or by aging hippies who should know better by now.  Tea Party rallies are attended by a wide range of backgrounds and ages, but all of them seem to know about personal responsibility and respect. This can all be seen in how the two groups leave their respective areas when they’re done.

Someone needs to tell the “Occupy Something” crowd that when the veil of media cover is lifted, the uglier their leavings are, the less those of us who hold down a job and don’t put our hands out will listen to whatever it is they’re ranting about.

Good News

A man in Great Britain who was facing possible murder charges for defending himself and his home has been cleared of all charges.  He was attacked in his home, fought for his life, and eventually stabbed one of the intruders six times.

Good for him.  Rather than passively allow his home, his property, and his life to be violated, he fought off two invaders and came away alive, as did his family which came home during the incident.  For doing what any person has a right to do, he risked spending the rest of his life in jail.  Now he can go about the rest of his life without worrying that some overly zealous prosecutor will come looking for him.

Maybe there’s hope for Great Britain yet.

Book Review – Dead Six

While sitting in jury duty this week, I read through Larry Correia and Mike Kupari’s novel “Dead Six“.  This is a page-turner of a adventure/thriller, and if you enjoyed John le Carre or Tom Clancy, you will probably like this one.  It’s a bit more adult than Correia’s earlier novels in the Monster Hunter International and Grimnoire Chronicles universes, and it’s the first novel by Kupari.  I hope he keeps at it, because I found it hard sometimes to tell where Correia’s writing stopped and Kupari’s writing started, and that’s saying a lot when you consider that Correia has written several best selling books.

The story centers around Val, a mercenary who has taken a mission for a shadowy government agency after getting burned on his last job, and Lorenzo, a master thief and assassin who has been sent on a nearly impossible mission by ruthless underworld masters.  Their lives intersect when the targets of Val’s mission happen to be part of Lorenzo’s plan to accomplish his task.

The story is well plotted, and doesn’t drag into techno-babble the way Clancy does.  Seriously, if you thought reading the explanation of how an atomic bomb is constructed and how the explosion works in The Sum of All Fears was a long read, the little technical explanation that is woven into this book will be a breeze.  The authors do make pains to show the name brands and models of the equipment and weapons the characters use, but it’s not a distraction.  The action scenes of the book work out like missions from a video game, with Val or Lorenzo going out for a discreet objective with resistance and a defined goal.   This one could very easily be adapted to the screen starring the action heroes of the moment.  The switching between the the perspectives of Val and Lorenzo was reminiscent of old magazine serials, where each segment ended with a cliff-hanger.

The setting for the story is a world that is slowly tearing itself apart in a “decade after this one” kind of timeframe.  Think more “The Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire” at modern speeds than “The Day After Tomorrow”.  China has apparently gone through some sort of civil war that included the use of nuclear weapons, Mexico has finally slipped over the edge in to official failed-state status, and the Mid-East and Africa are still bleeding sores.  This setting is perfect for the characters of a gun-for-hire with a conscience and an expert international thief.  The timeframe allows for a few pieces of “wonder gear” to show up amidst all of the things you can find in Walmart and the nearest gun store without distracting the reader from or becoming a crutch for the plot.

The supporting characters in this include the requisite beautiful women, the gruff soldiers, greasy government types, and underworld types so evil that your mental picture is more shark than man.  Add in a mysterious freedom fighting sect that is the one “Deus ex Machina” in the book.  There’s even an old secret agent type with a gruff manner and an eyepatch whose loyalties are to his men and not the corrupted agency that he works for.  What’s not to like about that?

As you can guess, I loved this book.  It was a fun read that I know I can come back in a few months and re-read.  There is a bit more violence and adult language in this book than in Correia’s other novels, so this one stays on the shelf as far as Girlie Bear is concerned.  While there are a couple of implied sex scenes, they’re not graphically described.  I won’t have a problem letting the kids read this book when they turn 15 or so.

So overall, I’d definitely recommend this one to anyone who’s old enough for the violence, language, and implied sex.  It was fun, it was interesting, and it’s definitely going on the “read again” shelf.

Thoughts on the Day

  • Jails do not have freely available telephones so that you can call your mama on her birthday while incarcerated.  Someone is always listening.
  • Hanging out with people who swim in excrement will tend to get you splashed at the most inopportune moments.
  • The time for crying at the defendant’s table and showing remorse is not after you’ve been convicted.
  • Book list for jury duty – Hard MagicDead SixThe Hobbit, and half of King Leopold’s Ghost
  • Reading about the Belgian Congo while waiting for jury selection does not do much for your faith in humanity.
  • Bourbon chicken goes very well with bourbon and coke.
  • Siamese cats crave bourbon chicken.  Bourbon and coke, well, not so much.
  • Kentucky sure is a nice place to live in October.
  • Highway Patrol Math – Two cars in a wreck times one car of a witness equals six cruisers, one ambulance, three wreckers, and two blocked lanes of traffic.
  • When water coloring a picture with a 3 year old, the goal seems to be to make the water as chromatic as the painting.
  • Didn’t get chosen for the fish and wildlife department quota hunts this year.  Better luck next year.  Still waiting on word about the Fort Knox hunt.  
  • Boo has discovered Lincoln Logs. Time for me to relive a part of my childhood.

News Roundup

  • From the “Shot in the Arm” Department – President Obama is asserting that the economy needs a “jolt”.  Apparently his idea of a macro-economic AED is to tax productive people, give money to failing businesses run by big Democrat donors, and whine about the Republican meanies who tried to bring his proposal for a vote in the Senate.  Mr President, all I can is this:  Live by the political sword, die by the political sword.  You all spent the first two years of your presidency playing unnecessary political games while you had a majority in both houses of Congress.  Now that your position is much weaker, don’t be looking for sympathy when you don’t get what you want just by asking.  Negotiation from a position of strength is not “scoring political points”.  People tell me you’re a hardcore politician from the Chicago machine.  Put on your big boy pants, grow up, and start acting like a leader or shut up and let the grown-ups lead the country.
  • From the “Dumbass at 35,000 Feet” Department – A Saudi man caused a bit of a disturbance on a flight yesterday when he tried to force his way into the cockpit. Apparently he was escorted back to his seat and then off of the plane.  I’m not surprised that this happened.  It could be a mistake, or someone who was confused, or it could be a dry run. What I am surprised at is that it didn’t take a back board and a gurney to get the guy off the plane.  No offense, but someone trying to break into the cockpit on an airliner during a flight should be the international trigger event for a beatdown.
  • From the “Huh?” Department – A teenage girl in Minnesota was arrested recently after a neighbor’s camera took pictures of her using the pet door in his house to come in and rob him.  The young lady says that she did this so that she could get money to buy pornography.  Man, there’s a lot going on there.  My question is this:  Do people still pay for porn?  I had no idea.
  • From the “Compromised Asset” Department – A government commission in Pakistan has recommended that a doctor who reportedly assisted the CIA in tracking down Osama bin Laden be tried for treason.  I’m assuming that like most third world crapholes, the penalty for treason in Pakistan, that bastion of liberal democracy, is death.  Apparently the old rule about not discussing how you gather intelligence or do bad things to bad people still holds true:  Press conferences and reporters who should know better but still give details about these things cause the deaths of real people.  The administration’s rush to cover itself in glory and spill all the juicy details of the work to find, fix, and finish bin Laden pretty much condemned this guy to either a noose or a bullet in the back of the head.  Good job guys!  Now you’ll have one more thing to put in the fund raising letter and have something to discuss at the next mixer.  Schmucks

Thoughts on the Day

I don’t have much witty to say tonight.  This evening I voted to convict a fellow citizen of a crime that ‘s going to put him in prison for a very long time.

Yeah, I know, he did the crime, he can do the time.  But it’s sobering to think that I judged his guilt and tomorrow I will be part of the decision as to how long his children will be without a father, his wife without a husband, and his parents without a son.  No matter what we decide on this man’s fate, it’s going to be a blow to the lives of so many people.

Luckily, Boo was still up when I got home, so I got to hug my son and talk to him for a few minutes.  That and a couple fingers worth of Kentucky’s finest in a tumbler seem to be doing the trick.

We’ll return to our normal content tomorrow.  I’m going to go off the net tonight because I’m afraid anything I have to say will be too maudlin.

What They Said

Weer’d, Robb, and Jay are a triple threat on responses to the “Occupy Wall Street” twits that have become media darlings.  Personally, I’m hoping for the miracle of small, but surprisingly violent hailstorms to happen directly over their heads, but I digress.

I entered the adult world with exactly the clothes on my back, an old knapsack, a Stephen King novel, and a toothbrush.  I traded the “hang out and get stoned in the dorm” years for skills, a paycheck, and a roof over my head.  Yeah, I was suckling at the government teet, but I was definitely giving full value for my paycheck.

I went from wearing a uniform on a Friday to working a job on Monday. I’ve worked long hours in bad situations in order to put a roof over my families heads and food on our table.  I put myself through school using GI Bill money and my own paycheck.  And if you think that using the GI Bill to educate myself was welfare, I can show you the DD214 that shows the years of my life I traded for that check.  When I got the statement every month, I would remember long nights spent shivering to stay warm, or hot dusty days fantasizing about snowdrifts, or months of my life I spent away from the family that was my motivation to keep doing it.

My wife and I both work so that we can afford to live in the home we can afford.  We do without the latest video game console, trips to the beach, and just about everything else we can get away with so that we can provide for ourselves and not depend on anyone else.  We’re making sure our kids learn the meaning of work, value, and responsibility before we send them out into a world populated by jerkoffs who think that taking their second breath entitled them to someone else footing the bill for the rest of their lives.

I’m not a millionaire, but I hope to be one someday.  And you know what?  That’s OK.  It’s called a goal.  It’s called ambition.  No-one ever gave me anything I didn’t earn, and no-one owes me anything I haven’t worked for.  If you think your continued conversion of oxygen into carbon dioxide entitles you to diddly over squat, then you’re a fool and should be treated as such.  Finish out your education, get a job, do something meaningful with your life, and then come back and tell me just exactly how unfair it is that people don’t get free stuff from the government after the government pays for it with money it took from me.  Maybe then I’ll give you a moment and listen before I laugh in your face.

Mine’s as big as a hat

A “Munchkin” cat in California has been declared the shortest housecat in the world.  Fizz Girl measures only 6 inches tall.

It never fails to amaze me what people will do to animals through breeding in order to fit some niche.  Maybe they’ll breed a line of labradors for a certain build and color combination that they want, or they’ll breed basset hounds for long ears to the point where the things look really cute as they trip over them.  Race horses have gone from normal horses that happen to be able to run a given distance really well to being specialized animals that are basically a huge set of lungs attached to really thin, yet very muscular legs.

In this case, cats have been bred to have short legs.  My guess is that a litter threw a couple with really short legs some time in the past, which the breeder or owner thought that was really neat, and then they bred for that trait until it became common enough to market.  Same thing with miniature dogs, or horses, or cows, or whatever.

As for me, I like a nice mutt of either the feline or canine persuasion.  Yes, I’ve had a Siamese cat as a pet as often as I can, but if anyone were to tell me that Koshka was a purebred, I’d laugh in their face.  Maybe it’s a subconscious offshoot of me being such a mischling myself, or maybe it’s because my mother had fantasies of being a breeder of Yorkshire terriers when I was a kid and I was scarred by that experience for life.  I’ll just stay with the mixed breeds.

Just remember, that little yap dog some lady is carrying around in her purse is the descendant of a Eurasian timber wolf from a few thousand years ago.  Along the way, a line of people decided to twist, compress, and fluff up that wolf into Mr. Sparkles.

Candidate X

I’ve been writing for a few weeks about my notional run for the office of vice-president.  In my stump speeches and such, I don’t identify who would be running for president, just referring to him or her as “Candidate X”.

There are a couple of reasons for this.  First, there isn’t a true frontrunner for the Republican candidate yet, and I’m still at least nominally a Republican.  Second, I’m not too happy about any of the people with their hats in the ring.

Today, Sarah Palin announced that she won’t be running next year, and the other day New Jersey governor Christie said the same thing.  The field so far doesn’t have anyone that grabs me as “That One”, at least not yet.  I like something about every one of the candidates, but I don’t like enough about any one of them to say that they’re the one I’d want to serve with if I were actually running, and none of them have earned my vote yet.

Here’s the list of candidates that I think have a chance at getting the nomination.  The rest of the declared candidates are footnotes unless something changes in the next few months.

  • Michele Bachmann – She’s a fiscal conservative and spouts the Tea Party line, but I’m not so sure about her assurances that her social values won’t color her judgement to the point of being a problem if she is to be given the responsibility for governing the country.  Also, she seems willing to grab at whatever topic seems to be the button pusher of the moment (Gardasil) and run it into the ground, for good or bad.
  • Herman Cain – I like that he’s actually held down a job and run a business.  I like a lot of his ideas, but he’s also said some things that make me pause.
  • Ron Paul – I agree with about 75% of what Congressman Paul says.  That alone would normally be enough for me to support him.  But that other 25% is off of my radar far enough that I still hesitate to endorse him.
  • Mitt Romney – Not a chance of me endorsing him.  He created the model for ObamaCare as governor of Massachusetts.  He’s never met a gun control law that he didn’t like.  I have the same reaction to him as I did of Clinton in 1992:  He’s willing to be whoever the crowd he’s speaking to wants him to be.
  • Rick Perry – Still not sure whether or not I like Perry.  He’s making the right noises, but he also seems to have some of the political chameleon in him.  I don’t like his Gardasil decision, and I’m not too thrilled by his border security and illegal immigration views.

In a nutshell, I’m not impressed.  If I had to pick two, I’d probably pick Cain and Paul out of this pack.  But like I said, there isn’t one of them that I’m ready to throw my vote behind just yet.