Impeach Obama

Without a doubt I think The Obama ranks right up there with Carter and Buchanan as one of the worst Presidents ever. If there was a Mt. Rushmore of failure Obama's visage would be front and center. The ghost of Millard Fillmore routinely looks down from Heaven and shouts a Simpsonesque "ha ha". at the current occupant of the White House.

 Obama's policy decisions are a disaster.  His economic theories are a complete failure.  He has championed social programs that are manifestly unpopular, and in my mind Unconstitutional. He has created a myriad of Czars and policies that circumvent Congressional approval and consent. He has involved the Government in private enterprises like banking, automobile production and health care.  His Government purchase of GM and Chrysler destroyed decades of bankruptcy court precedent. He sued Arizona for trying to enforce the immigration laws he will not. So what?

None of this rises to the level of impeachment. Obama is the hurricane Katrina of politics. He has left in his wake destruction of our freedoms and a flood of big government. And Congress, behind Pelosi and Reid, passed every bit of the regulation.  Sure, Obama obfuscated his agenda when he was running for President. He is a typical lying politician. We voted for him. We elected him. We have some serious buyer's remorse. That does not mean we can put him back in the box and take him to the customer service counter and claim he is "broken". Face it America, you got suckered by the Obama infomercial and now you don't like the big charges on the Visa Card. Sorry, there is no 'lemon law' in politics.

The President can be impeached for 'High Crimes and Misdimeaners'. That would include perjury, bribe taking, murder, rape -- your basic felonies. If the President committed treason he should be impeached.  Championing an agenda that is reprehensible to the majority, but still supported by a large percentage of lunatic lefties, makes for a lot of angst. Obama may be a socialist, an unrepentant progressive, an arrogant condescending elitist. He may send his wife on international jaunts and spend more time on vacation in one summer than most Americans do in a decade. He may throw a lot of parties and spend four days a week golfing. He might pal around with terrorists and be blind to the will of the electorate.  He has not committed high crimes and misdemeanors.

Pushing an impeachment agenda is a non-starter. It makes you look like a lunatic fringe extremist. Conservatives have enough problems.  The Republican hierarchy remains controlled by RINOs. The Democrat-Lite faction still does not get our anger and frustration. Pushing for impeachment of The Obama will not get their attention. If you do not like the current administration, vote them out.  If you cannot win at the polls, it is not yet time for your ideas. You do not have to like it. Get over it.

Regarding Pickled Beets

I had a bowl of pickled beets for lunch. I also had some Goldfish Crackers (insert copyright etc. here) on the side.

I made homemade ice cream late last week.  I put a couple of scoops in a bowl -- not the one that previously held the pickled beets-- and had it for dessert. I sprinkled some cashews on the ice cream and smothered it in chocolate syrup.

Monday Musings

We ran over to a neighboring town last night for a supper out. I was surprised to see a farmer harvesting corn.  I am not a farmer, but it seems awful early to be in the fields. I guess when it is ready, it is ready.

The notion we are entering harvest time is somewhat depressing. Even though we are facing temperatures in the 90's, combines in the corn are a sure harbinger of fall, of dreary days and the coming winter.

I have an overwhelming urge to sit on the deck and soak up as many rays as I can.

Too bad the need to earn a living trumps all.

Money for nothing

I have been chosen! Does anybody ever fall for this shit? She forgot to tell me my cut.

From: Mrs Celine Johnson


My Beloved one,

With profound respect and humble submission, I beg to state the following few lines for your kind consideration, I hope you will spare some of your valuable minutes to read the following appeal with sympathetic mind. I must confess that it is with great hopes, joy and enthusiasm that I write you this mail which I know and believed by the faith, it must surely find you in good condition of health.

I am Mrs Celine Johnson,wife to late David Johnson who was appointed Executive Accountant to Cote D'ivoire ( Ivory Coast ) Ministry of Resources and Energy for severall years. My husband died after a brief illness here in Cote D'ivoire and ever since then I decide not to marry again due to my religious belief. During the period of our marriage, we 're blessed with a son (Nelson Johnson) who is now sixteen years old.

Life's became sorrowfull to me since the death of my husband, and even more hopless, due to my cancer illness. It is sad to say that I have a liver damage (Cancer) and I can't live longer than four months from now, according to what my doctor told me.

I need you to do me a favour. please!

When my late husband was alive he deposited the sum of $13,800,000.00 USD (Thirteen Million Eight Hundred Thousand USA Dollars) with a bank here in Abidjan Cote D'ivoire.The money was registered under Fix Deposit Account and It is still with the bank.

I cannot think of any body else trying to kill me, if not my late husband brother in order to inherit the money because my son is only 16 years old.

We lost almost everything we Inherited from my late husband during the last political crisis and besides, my late husband brother is giving us trouble every now and then.

I need you to assist me transfer the fund into your bank account and invest it for my son Nelson. I believe you can take care of him and give him a good education even when am no more.

I will issue an authorisation ( vital documents ) in your name to enable the bank release the fund to you before another political crisis arise here in Ivory Coast.

After the transfer of the money into your bank account,my son shall relocate to your country to start a new life under your care.

I hope that you will not betray this trust if i change the deposit documents to your name and make you the new beneficiary..

If you can be of assisatance to us,i will really appreciate it with all my heart.


This message is very urgent.

Remain blessed,

Mrs Celine Johnson.

Welcome to my life

H/T C&S

Bonus for your enjoyment on a Friday -- More Mrs. Miller

Friday Covers

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Then there is this version by Mrs. Miller: You have to listen all the way to the bridge.  You will thank me.



And the original by Petula Clark:




Here is some info about Mrs. Miller. More here.

One of my favorite scenes in the movie Flight of the Intruder is when Jake Grafton and Tiger Cole sing this song in the cockpit of their A6 after bombing Hanoi. Too bad the movie sucked donkey dick in so many ways.  I have no idea why they took one of the finest books written on the Vietnam War and changed the ending.

Dear you,

Listing your blog on your resume as writing experience is pretty much akin to a Civil War re-enactor claiming military experience.

Today's Earworm

Tin roof........rusted...

It would have been way cool to hang in Athens Georgia in the late 1970s to see the B52's and REM at the local bars.

Other Hoosierboys

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Not only did J.W. “Row” Whitlock invent the first coin-operated music player and game machine and build forerunners to several modern marvels, he built and raced the Hoosier Boy series of hydroplanes. In 1924, he raced the Hoosier Boy between Cincinnati and Louisville. The 267-minute, 49-second record for the 267-mile course stands today. The boat and several Whitlock inventions are on display in the Ohio County Historical Museum.

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On a completely different note, Josh and Dave love me. They have started a fan club.

Close to the edge, down by the river

The headache that caused me to be in a bad mood since last week continue. Since Sunday it has been a migraine. I know the cause -- it is the damn weather.  Allergies are affecting most of my family.  Even my wife who normally shows no allergy symptoms is sneezing. We need a good rain to beat down the dust and spores and nasty crap in the air. We had a sprinkle Saturday morning, it did not even wet the sidewalk, and before that I cannot remember the last rain. I bet if I still lived in the old house, the snake infested little brook would be dry.

In other news, there is no other news. Perhaps I will find some fodder reading around the interwebz. I suggest you check back several times an hour, just to be sure...

Stalling

Last night I bought a rotisserie chicken at the store.  I pulled the meat from the carcass and threw out the skin.  I pulled the meat apart. I covered it with BBQ sauce and put it on the stove for a bit.  I served on a bun along with some slaw, french fries and some leftover homemade potato salad from supper on Sunday.

The boy hated it. The wife did not like it much.  She said "It tastes like pulled pork, only made with chicken".

Yes. What was she expecting? I guess I will not make that agian. The two of them are so picky it is frustrating.  We eat the same meals repeatedly because neither will eat anything new. Yet the complain they are tired of everything. I guess we will have  *&^%$#@ spaghetti tonight for the billionth time.

Reading blogs and writing about this nonsense does not get the forecast done.

Quick thoughts for a Monday

Working on my quarterly forecast.  I have to get it in the mail by tomorrow for a Wednesday delivery to the muckity-mucks at corporate. I have only know it was due for about four weeks..

had a Salisbury steak TV dinner for lunch.  This is the first in about a month.  I used to eat at least one of these babies every week.  It tasted like dog food. I don't think the taste has changed, I am just sick of eating them.

The Cubbies really came up big for Pinella's last game. F-ing losers. F-ing Cubs.

Bought the wife a new iPad Friday.  It is way cool.

saw a poll over the weekend that says Bush is more popular than The Obama in some key Democrat districts. Wow, how low can it get for The Obama?

A recent study showed that young drivers who take driver's education classes are more likely to have a wreck. Some would conclude the State and school efforts to educate students do not work. The people at the state see the study as a need for the state to take over the curriculum and for the driving age to be increased. Everything in life is a contest between more government vs. less government. A sane person would say letting a dad teach his son or daughter to drive works better than the school (public or private) teaching kids to drive. A libtard sees the need for more government control.

Sometimes, when the boss is talking to me it sounds just like the adults in a Charlie Brown cartoon --Whah waa, waa whaa wah.

Hud is a damn good movie.

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The mood pendulum swings the other way.

The power went out yesterday morning for about two hours. I cleaned the furnace filters and smoked a cigar. My mood improved, although the headache I had continues -- fall allergies.

I fell asleep on the couch last night.  When I got up to shuffle to bed around 5:00 am, there was lightning in the south.  It is drizzling right now.  The thirsty earth is sucking in the moisture and the air smells fresh and earthy.

I gimped out to pick up the paper a few minutes ago. The coffee maker is doing its thing in the kitchen. I am typing this. 

Now we are all caught up.

Do you have anything on your mind this morning?

Not today

I am in one of those moods. If I was a chick I would warn you I am premenstrual. Snarky, bitchy, aggressive, sarcastic and caustic could best describe my mood. Already I have had to refrain from dropping vicious comments at two or three of my daily reads.

I probably should stay away from the phone as well. Voicemail will shelter customers with idiotic proposals and coworkers from ruining my Friday.

If I could shoot lasers from my eyes you would be dead.

Please Algore, Founder of all things Internet, have a liberal troll spout his bullshit ideas on one of my posts, and stay around to argue.

Call me Mr. Telemarketer.

In my youth I would be heading to the bar, looking for a loud mouth to close with my knuckles.



It is a good thing I am home alone.  Maybe this looking for a fight mood will wear off.

I just want to celebrate

According to my handy desk calendar today is the 231st day of 2010.  There are just 134 days remaining in this year. More than 60% of this year has passed.

The news guy on the radio says on this date the average American has finally worked enough to pay the tax burden of Federal, State and Local taxes.

For the balance of the year I am working for me, not the Government.

This news makes me a little happy and a lot sad.

If you need explanation of the previous sentence you need to examine your political priorities.

My love - hate relationship with the Cubs

The Cubs cannot score runs. Last month they traded the player with the second highest batting average on the team.  Theriot also led the team in steals -- he had more than the  rest of the team combined.

Derrek Lee has batted .313 with six home runs and a .939 OPS since the all-star break. The Cubs traded him to Atlanta yesterday.  The Cubs also threw in some cash. They got three minor league pitchers, the best one is still in Single A ball in return. In a nutshell, the Cubs paid Atlanta to take one of their better players.

The Cubs cannot score a friggin' run for anything so they trade one of their best hitters (again) for three pitchers. Three pitchers who will possibly contribute in a few YEARS. Maybe.

It looks to this fan that the Ricketts are just like the Tribune -- cut costs, do not worry about the product. The Cubs fans will fill the seats anyway.

After all, they are used to losing.

I feel like an abused wife. The Cubbies keep smacking me around and I keep coming back out of  a sense of devotion or love or dependency. For crapsake I am wearing a Cubs hat as I write this! It is a replica of the cap the Chicago Cubs wore the last time they won the World Series -- in 1908. Nineteen fucking eight.

How many times can a fan's heart be broken?

How's that Hope and Change working out for you?

Eleven weeks before the Nov. 2 balloting, just 41 percent of those surveyed approve of the president's performance on the economy, down from 44 percent in April, while 56 percent disapprove. And 61 percent say the economy has gotten worse or stayed the same on Obama's watch.  Source

Here is a little challenge for you Democrats, Obamites and all around Progressive/Lefties. Look at the economy in 2005. Look at the numbers after the Democrats took control of Congress in 2006. Look at the trends up until now.

Report back in the comments.

I bet I get a big bag full of silence and cricket chirps.

Today's Earworm

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Too bad the Chicago police did not bust a few more heads, those hippe mofos would not be screwing up the country today. Isn't it funny how the Chicago police get the bad rap in history, the press, and even in this punk's little video when it comes to the '68 Democrat Convention? I wrote a term paper in college about the Chicago Seven. My 1968 graduate of Berkley professor did not like it much. Unfortunately for him I presented the facts.  In those days I could actually write, so my narrative was entertaining. I did not give the favorable view of the rioters, so he argued with me, but I cited sources and got an A-. I deserved better and he knew it. I wish I still had that paper.Just a quick note to correct history as presented here.  JFK was long dead by the Democratic Convention of 1968. He was not turning the other ear, it had likely rotted off by this point.

Put on your love beads, slap on a pair of sandals and relive the good old days. I personally like the live version from the CSNY live album 4 Way Street better.

Rules and regulations, who needs 'em...