For the eighth time in what increasingly looks like will be his only term, President Barack Obama held forth at a talking point dump, a/k/a press conference. For a man dubbed “messianic” by the liberal elite, I can’t help but notice of late, Obama looks as comfortable in front of the camera as a blind agoraphobic in Grand Central Station during rush hour.
I remember the first time I read Ray Bradbury’s Farenheit 451. I was a prisoner in an 8th grade English class. I also knew I was going to be facing Ayn Rand and George Orwell, with Anthem and Animal Farm looming on the syllabus. The teacher was clearly working on a bit of a motif.
It may not have packed the emotional punch of the last chopper off the roof of the embassy in Saigon, but the word has come down from on high: the last combat troops have left the building.
For those of you lucky enough to enjoy vocations which don’t require endless news and issues research, count yourselves doubly lucky that you weren’t subjected to President Barack Obama’s speech marking the fifth anniversary of Hurricane Katrina’s disastrous visit to New Orleans. Granted, Katrina was hard on the Big Easy, but five years later Obama didn’t repair any damage. He was busy doing damage control.
If anyone wants to shove their heads in the desert sand regarding Iran, have at it. I’m disinclined to hand a free pass to an Islamofascist regime with a pronounced tendency to make the psych ward at Bellevue look like bingo night at the senior center. Read this article for one suggestion for dealing with the problem of a nuclear Iran…
The inability of the average liberal to identify or even care about the wayward path of their political masters has lexicologically welded “liberal” to “hypocrite” in much the same way as “Olbermann” attaches to “twit.” But nothing compares to the Democrat response to a mass gathering of concerned taxpayers.
As of today, the Federal Communications Commission (FCC) can’t stop you from throwing up a website devoted to most anything — even things which aren’t real, like Rachel Maddow’s talent. But, what if a government agency, with fully vested enforcement authority, pulled you over in your sporty new Dell and cited you with a ticket for excessive conservatism?
I’m no aficionado of the vampire craze. Not that I don’t get the allure of watching oversexed attractive people chase each other around; but vampires are (were) bad. Anything which can fit into a category of “undead” is not good news, no matter how impressive its abs might be. So imagine my horror Friday when I was greeted by the visage of one of recent history’s most vile grotesqueries.
A thousand years ago, the Iberian Peninsula was under the thumb of the Muslim Caliphate of Cordoba, an offshoot of the Umayyad Caliphate. While responsible for cultural and economic developments, the Cordoba Caliphate was also particularly hard on what they called “infidels,” and everyone else called “Christians and Jews.”
When it comes to the left wing of American politics, I’m seldom surprised. Any family which includes Nancy Pelosi and Bill Clinton—not to mention sideshow siblings like Moulitsas, Moore and Sheehan, along with creepy Uncle Barney Frank and wacky Gramps Soros, is going to create moments which stick out like the honest guy at a personal injury lawyers’ convention.
Iranian General Hossein Kan’ani Moghadam announced Tuesday that his nation’s military has begun digging mass graves for our troops should the United States decide to level the Persian soccer pitch.
At a time when more than one in 10 Americans are one step away from wearing sandwich boards declaring: “Will flamenco for food,” Mrs. Obama’s six-figure Spanish vacation has engendered entirely reasonable discussions about just how out of touch the Democrat ruling elite has become.
According to the Detroit Free Press, the disgraced former UPI reporter is going to be cast in clay for an outfit called the Arab-American National Museum. Whether that august collection is more “Smithsonian of Dearborn,” or “place your parents made you visit on those long car rides—(a giant ball of string!”)—is immaterial. What is important is timing, and intent.
Federal Judge Susan Bolton, acting last week on behalf of the Democrat party and President Barack Obama, went after Arizona’s most recent efforts to stem the tide of illegal immigrants like a starving wolverine running down Bambi. Bolton issued a preliminary injunction in United States v The State of Arizona, gutting the key components of a bill designed to remedy the Federal government’s abdication on immigration reform. Her ruling was hailed by liberals as a step forward for drug runners, gang recruitment and lazy gardeners.
Put a thousand monkeys at a thousand typewriters and you’re probably won’t get Hamlet. Put a couple hundred wingnuts at a couple hundred laptops and you’re lucky if they don’t fling feces. Last weekend those wingnuts invaded Sin City for Netroots Nation, a conference for wired liberals who secured permission to escape their parents’ basements for a couple of days.
Web content impresario Andrew Breitbart dove headfirst into seriously hot water last week. Breitbart evidently doctored a video tape of United States Department of Agriculture (USDA) official Shirley Sherrod to make her seem racist. Read on to learn the fallout of Breitbart’s video…
Charlie Rangel is going to force the issue. The longtime United States Representative from New York’s 15th Congressional District isn’t going down without a fight over the ethics charges which have been levied against him.
It isn’t exactly stop-the-presses news that the so-called Main Stream Media (MSM) lists to port in its coverage of any news, stop-the-presses or otherwise. During the age of Obama, some of the more wild-eyed media outlets have abandoned any pretense of calling it down the middle. So imagine my surprise when Sunday’s edition of The Washington Post openly questioned the lack of coverage of the Obama Administration’s refusal to pursue charges against the New Black Panther Party hate group.
Meet Billy Raye. Billy is a 51-year-old bicycle courier. Billy was out of work. According to Friday’s edition of The Wall Street Journal, Billy has managed to find employment. Billy, who is not a member of any labor organization, has been hired by the Mid-Atlantic Regional Council of Carpenters (MARCC)—to walk a picket line.
I hate the Yankees. More than any sports franchise on the planet—with the possible exception of the Dallas Cowboys—the Yankees turn me into baseball-ish English soccer hooligan (though I don’t need five pints of Guinness to throw something at the television.) Of course, my detestation of the Yankees extended to their owner: George Steinbrenner. He won. Often. Tuesday morning, Steinbrenner won one last time… by dying.
The Clown Prince of Washington and his merry band of sideshow freaks didn’t take over the executive and legislative branches by acclaim alone. They had help.
At first glance, they don’t look like much. A couple of raggedy little guys wearing uniforms borrowed from some high school theatre prop department, trying desperately to look forbidding. They’re members of the New Black Panther Party (NBPP) and, on election day 2008, they lost the Candid Camera Challenge; standing in front of a Philadelphia polling station, one of them brandishing a nightstick.
"When the Senate ceases to engage nominees in meaningful discussion of legal issues, the confirmation process takes on an air of vacuity and farce, and the Senate becomes incapable of either properly evaluating nominees or appropriately educating the public."—Supreme Court nominee Elena Kagan, University of Chicago Law Review, 1995.