Friday, March 1, 2013

Senator Kay Hagen (Dem, NC) sent me an email yesterday evening. Well, that's a bit of a stretch. Actually her newsletter maven included me in the tens of thousands of other registered Democratic voters in the distribution list. Care to guess the subject? Why it was the sequestration and its dire consequences of course, especially on defense matters.

Here's the money quote:
"With little time left for Congress to act, I’m deeply concerned about the effects that sequestration would have on our state. While reducing our national debt is one of my top priorities, indiscriminate, unprioritized [sic] cuts on the backs of our service members are not the way to get our fiscal house in order.  The packs they carry and the burdens they've shouldered are heavy enough without the threat of sequestration. Sequestration would have harmful effects on our armed forces by diminishing future military readiness and jeopardizing our country’s national security. It would also threaten our state’s fragile economic recovery."

Well, my BS detector started to buzz like a Geiger counter dropped in the Hanford B reactor, so I decided to reply, silly me.

F*** you, Kay. You and Lord Zero have put us this position with your profligate spending on key interest groups (people who mostly don’t pay Federal taxes, btw) at the expense of hard-pressed middle-class people like me who can’t even afford a new car (and can hardly find a decent and cheap used car thanks to “Cash for Clunkers”, thank you very much, Barack Hussein Obama) If you think the sequestration, a mere  2.4% of last year’s record spending of 3.6 X 10^12 USD is tough now (one must realize how f’ed we really are when deficit spending is more easily handled using scientific notation), what will you say when the interest on the federal debt becomes the biggest line item in the budget… Budget? What the hell am I thinking, there hasn’t been a budget resolution brought to the Senate floor in almost four years -- in direct contravention of the Budget and Accounting Act of 1921 and the Congressional Budget and Impoundment Control Act of 1974, I might add. Fortunately for you and Harry Reid these two federal laws have no sanctions clause so you’re in no danger of the leg irons and orange jump suit awaiting me if I stray one iota from the laws you like to impose on the little people (you remember, the people whose duty is to pay up and shut up?). But I digress, the fact is the sequestration is minuscule in relative terms to what little people like me have to endure in this low-to-no growth economy your lord and master promised to solve in his first term, not to mention the creeping inflation that makes it nearly impossible to travel or even afford to eat. I’ve pared back my lifestyle at least 150% from the Bush days, therefore I don’t see why a bunch of smart people with fancy degrees can’t make do with 97 cents where you had a dollar before. Don’t knock it before you try it, you might even discover the Government can live a bit more cheaply and still not actually starve (I’ve learned Spaghetti-Os three nights a week helps make the occasional meal out with friends more affordable.)
 
And on the subject of travel and paychecks -- since you’re so concerned about soldiers and weaponry, instead of taking so much out of the defense budget (I never knew you were such a hawk, Kay.) why not take a pay cut in the Senate. Pare back your earnings a slightly, trim your bloated staff a smidgen (I’m looking at you metaphorically, Mr. or Ms. Newsletter Honcho, among others), curtail your jet-powered peregrinations a wee bit, and the aircraft carrier might get refueled. “Not enough!” did you say? Probably so, I admit. Perhaps the President can help out. He can start by not charging his $1000 per hour golf lessons to Uncle Sugar. He can also cut out the quarterly vacation junkets. Did I hear you harrumph about George W. Bush’s vacations? Point taken, but I thought GWB was an ogre -- a profligate war-mongering thug, or at least that’s what the Democratic myrmidons of the press told me every day for eight years. If the current president is taking the president formerly known as Chimpy McHitler for a model of fiscal probity (i.e. if Bush can spend X on his creature comforts then it is perfectly correct for Obama to do likewise), then all I can say is ogre is as ogre does.
 
I think the root of the problem is you guys don’t know how to shop. If the Corps wants toothpaste for every Marine somebody in Washington must pull out a well-thumbed Neiman Marcus catalog. Instead try the Family Dollar Store once in a while. Better yet why not let us do it? We’ve weathered the Obama Depression without mass starvation (so far) so we must have learned a thing or two about economizing. I figure Federal expenditure this year will amount to about $11,400 per capita, so let us have it. Cut a check to every man, woman and child in the good old U.S. of A and then let us handle the spending. We can form little corporations to buy M-1 tanks and F-22s. The more pacific of us can form societies to buy the deserving poor a bit of relief and health care. Those of us who give a shit about global warming may spend their $11,400 on Rube Goldberg contraptions that make ungodly noise, chop migratory birds into cat chow, and use more energy than they generate, though I doubt it. (I find having the cash in the hand makes one a bit more circumspect, don’t you agree?)



I perceive a deafening silence at your end, Kay. Oh well…  I must have nothing better to do than type replies to emails that will never be read by the Senator in whose name the message was sent. I’m not totally unhip, you know. I know that whoever (if anyone at all) downloads the Hagan_Newsletter@hagen.senate.gov account will never pass this on to the lady herself. It will be metaphorically balled up and tossed indignantly into the virtual “cylindrical filing cabinet”, but it makes me feel better none the less.

Saturday, November 14, 2009


Typical... It's all about Me, the One, Barack Obama, the exceptional president of that unexceptional (but fundamentally evil) republic called the United States of America. I must be loved and admired by all, especially by hereditary monarchs. I must make amends for the iniquities done by my country, such sins as the conquest of Japan and the toppling of that ancient and innocent realm's god kings to the status of mere mortals. Thus I bend, I genuflect, I kow the deepest of tows to show that I, alone among presidents, acknowledge divinity when I meet it.

Well, you may be ashamed of your country, Mr. Obama, but I and millions more like me are not. Nor are the spirits of our warriors, enshrined in their multitudes in the hearts of their countrymen. When you took on the Oath last January you were obliged to represent them and us, not your cheap, platitudinous, incompetent, dithering, power-grubbing self.

Perhaps you think this country is unexceptional, but we know you to be exceptional by the speed of your decline. You're headed for a one-term presidency, Mr. Obama. You'd better start organizing a legacy.

Monday, October 12, 2009

Ross Douthat very neatly summerizes Obama's lost opportunity for historical gravitas. Do read the comments as well. These are overwhelmingly negative bleatings from the wounded Obama sheeple who must subconsciously at least realize their idol has feet of softest clay.

Friday, October 9, 2009


Way to go, Norway!

According to the Associated Press Jimmy Carter says the Nobel Peace Prize awarded to President Barack Obama is a "bold statement of international support for his vision and commitment." Well, if'n ole Jimmah sez so it mus' be, ain't that right, Lem?

Just the thing for a pathological narcissist's wounded ego. What next, Blasting Caps for Babies Week?

Update:
It appears Obama will accept the Prize (with all due humility, of course) in recognition of the goals he has set set for the United States and the world.

May I suggest these other prestigious awards also richly deserved:

  • The Elmer (statuette), awarded in recognition of glutinous ubiquity in media
  • The Blue Mini (Order Pour le Petit Merit) awarded for meritorious accomplishment in the face of overwhelming lack of accomplishment.
  • The Iron Double-Cross, First Class, awarded for notable foreign policy achievement in Eastern Europe
  • The Most Illustrious Order of the Gold Fleecing, granted in recognition of Supreme Acts of Valor against personal wealth, financial independence, bond portfolios and 401K accounts.



Nobel Committee Re-Names Prize, Strikes New Medal

Obama wins the 2009 Prize. Al Gore got one in 2007. I believe it was Karl Marx who remarked that when history repeats itself, it arrives first as tragedy, then as farce. 'Nuff said.

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Retreat On All Fronts

In additional to contnued mass unemployment and hyperinflation Americans ought to prepare themselves for a new world order shaped by the Obama Doctrine.

Alarming Developments Reveal Obama’s Iran Strategy

I was preparing a long post about strategic options on the question of Iranian nuclear weapons when events caught me up, specifically a spate of news and opinion pieces which have come on the heels of last Wednesday’s meeting between Under Secretary of State William Burns and Iran’s chief negotiator at the Geneva IAEA talks. First there was this piece by Juan Coles, which basically argues that Iran is not so bad and a nuclear-armed can be contained Kennan-style, as the Soviet Union was “contained” during the Cold War. Never mind that containment spawned a titanic arms race, elevated the Soviet Union to super-power status with all the concomitant red-fingers-in-pies which helped make the developing world so miserable, and nearly got us all killed on at least three occasions. Coles’ article has since been linked and promoted on several O-bot blogs as received wisdom. The second was this item from China’s Xinhua news agency about Mohammad El Baradei’s comments about Israel made while on a visit to Tehran. Lastly the Boston Globe informs us that Hillary Clinton’s State Department has cut off funding for the watchdog Iran Human Rights Documentation Center.

Obama is planning a Munich-style sellout.