After putting up with my heckling for 3 and a half years, first here, more recently over the past 20 months on Twitter, President Toddler, the crybaby-in-chief, finally blocked me on Twitter.
LMFAO.
I have a super-secret list on Twitter that only I know about because I've set the viewing settings to private. Periodically, I troll various leftists I've added to that list, with Barack Obama (@BarackObama) being my prime target. After all, I promised the night he was elected to hound his ass for the next four years, and I've kept my promise, unlike him.
Today, I noticed someone else retweeting some nonsense one of Obama's lackeys tweeted from the Obama account about the Republicans not deserving to be in charge of the economy next year because they "ran it into the ditch" before he flew in on his unicorn to lower the tides and raise our prospects in life ... by pitting American against American and setting out to systematically tear this country apart.
So I popped over to my super-secret Marxists list to heckle King Zero, only to find his tweet wasn't there. A little exploration on the web version of Twitter lead me to find this:
As you can see, his account claims to be "protected," but a president who sends out some 10 tweets a day begging for money doesn't have a protected account. No. He's blocked me.
You can imagine my delight: To be blocked by the thinnest-skinned president in the history of our country is quite a badge of honor, and I'm going to wear it proudly.
Now, being a good heckler, I hammer him, day in and day out, and I'm pretty sure I know what lead to my place on his enemies list. The day Mitt Romney joked about Obama's birth certificate in Michigan, the Obama 2012 campaign immediately fired off 3 whiny, mealy-mouthed tweets so over the top in their reaction to a joke, I had to pounce.
Could this have been the tweet (typo and all) that got me blocked?
Like "murderer"? RT @barackobama: Now's the time to say you stand with President Obama in this election—and against false, divisive attacks
— Snarky Basterd (@Snarky_Basterd) August 24, 2012
But, alas, while all of those tweets were insulting, no other tweet I've ever sent him could be more insulting ... and result in blocking than this one containing artwork that, by the way, my wife penned a few years ago:
So. There you have it. If you want to be honored with a block from President Crybaby, the toddler-in-chief, just tweet him "his" birth certificate, since he can't take a joke, and you'll join the growing list of Americans on his enemies list. And I will welcome you.
As if the sentence "please donate $3 or more" shouldn't already be removed from the English language, Barack Obama is stooping to new lows.
It's not enough to spam me with upwards of 3-4 emails a day, the latest coming from serial free contraception slut Sandra Fluke. Ironically, my email account is intuitive enough lately to identify Obama 2012 emails as spam, and that's just where I found Fluke's this morning. (Sorry, Sandra my inbox isn't nearly as accessible as yours.)
Being such a thoughtful and sensitive guy, I told the president he could pleasure himself ... in so many words. You might have something more interesting to say.
There once was a land far away, in which principled men established a civilization like no other seen before it, and no other seen since.
It was a civilization in which the rule of law allowed for human beings, endowed by their creator, to set forth on their own journeys, to pursue their own interests, to hone their own talents and succeed by the comforting sweat of their own brows and the rewarding agony of their own thoughts. It was a civilization in which human beings were responsible for their actions, where failure was their teacher, not their signal to throw up their arms and accept enslaving handouts. It was a civilization in which despots and elected criminals had to have known the fear of the despots and appointed criminals who, before them, were sent scurrying back into the cracks from whence they oozed.
It is a civilization that long ago became shrouded by misguided "progressiveness" in the name of an ever throttling elitist class that is very near accomplishing the reconstruction of that land into something resembling a pseudo contemporary Grecian society of government-dependency addled sycophants.
How do we get back there? Hmmm. We can follow a path that's already been walked for us, starting with some reading those principled men left behind....
The text below is reposted from ConservativePunks. (If you don't know what the text is, you have some serious self-educating to do.) Please don't forget to scroll to the bottom for an inspiring video and a link where you can help us claw our way back.
It breaks my heart, and fucking pisses me off, to see how far we’ve strayed… When are we-the-fucking-people going to get it….
When, in the course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the laws of nature and of nature’s God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation.
We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable rights, that among these are life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. That to secure these rights, governments are instituted among men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed. That whenever any form of government becomes destructive to these ends, it is the right of the people to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their safety and happiness.
Prudence, indeed, will dictate that governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shown that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such government, and to provide new guards for their future security.
–Such has been the patient sufferance of these colonies; and such is now the necessity which constrains them to alter their former systems of government. The history of the present King of Great Britain is a history of repeated injuries and usurpations, all having in direct object the establishment of an absolute tyranny over these states. To prove this, let facts be submitted to a candid world.
He has refused his assent to laws, the most wholesome and necessary for the public good.
He has forbidden his governors to pass laws of immediate and pressing importance, unless suspended in their operation till his assent should be obtained; and when so suspended, he has utterly neglected to attend to them.
He has refused to pass other laws for the accommodation of large districts of people, unless those people would relinquish the right of representation in the legislature, a right inestimable to them and formidable to tyrants only.
He has called together legislative bodies at places unusual, uncomfortable, and distant from the depository of their public records, for the sole purpose of fatiguing them into compliance with his measures.
He has dissolved representative houses repeatedly, for opposing with manly firmness his invasions on the rights of the people.
He has refused for a long time, after such dissolutions, to cause others to be elected; whereby the legislative powers, incapable of annihilation, have returned to the people at large for their exercise; the state remaining in the meantime exposed to all the dangers of invasion from without, and convulsions within.
He has endeavored to prevent the population of these states; for that purpose obstructing the laws for naturalization of foreigners; refusing to pass others to encourage their migration hither, and raising the conditions of new appropriations of lands.
He has obstructed the administration of justice, by refusing his assent to laws for establishing judiciary powers.
He has made judges dependent on his will alone, for the tenure of their offices, and the amount and payment of their salaries.
He has erected a multitude of new offices, and sent hither swarms of officers to harass our people, and eat out their substance.
He has kept among us, in times of peace, standing armies without the consent of our legislature.
He has affected to render the military independent of and superior to civil power.
He has combined with others to subject us to a jurisdiction foreign to our constitution, and unacknowledged by our laws; giving his assent to their acts of pretended legislation:
For quartering large bodies of armed troops among us:
For protecting them, by mock trial, from punishment for any murders which they should commit on the inhabitants of these states:
For cutting off our trade with all parts of the world:
For imposing taxes on us without our consent:
For depriving us in many cases, of the benefits of trial by jury:
For transporting us beyond seas to be tried for pretended offenses:
For abolishing the free system of English laws in a neighboring province, establishing therein an arbitrary government, and enlarging its boundaries so as to render it at once an example and fit instrument for introducing the same absolute rule in these colonies:
For taking away our charters, abolishing our most valuable laws, and altering fundamentally the forms of our governments:
For suspending our own legislatures, and declaring themselves invested with power to legislate for us in all cases whatsoever.
He has abdicated government here, by declaring us out of his protection and waging war against us.
He has plundered our seas, ravaged our coasts, burned our towns, and destroyed the lives of our people.
He is at this time transporting large armies of foreign mercenaries to complete the works of death, desolation and tyranny, already begun with circumstances of cruelty and perfidy scarcely paralleled in the most barbarous ages, and totally unworthy the head of a civilized nation.
He has constrained our fellow citizens taken captive on the high seas to bear arms against their country, to become the executioners of their friends and brethren, or to fall themselves by their hands.
He has excited domestic insurrections amongst us, and has endeavored to bring on the inhabitants of our frontiers, the merciless Indian savages, whose known rule of warfare, is undistinguished destruction of all ages, sexes and conditions.
In every stage of these oppressions we have petitioned for redress in the most humble terms: our repeated petitions have been answered only by repeated injury. A prince, whose character is thus marked by every act which may define a tyrant, is unfit to be the ruler of a free people.
Nor have we been wanting in attention to our British brethren. We have warned them from time to time of attempts by their legislature to extend an unwarrantable jurisdiction over us. We have reminded them of the circumstances of our emigration and settlement here. We have appealed to their native justice and magnanimity, and we have conjured them by the ties of our common kindred to disavow these usurpations, which, would inevitably interrupt our connections and correspondence. They too have been deaf to the voice of justice and of consanguinity. We must, therefore, acquiesce in the necessity, which denounces our separation, and hold them, as we hold the rest of mankind, enemies in war, in peace friends.
We, therefore, the representatives of the United States of America, in General Congress, assembled, appealing to the Supreme Judge of the world for the rectitude of our intentions, do, in the name, and by the authority of the good people of these colonies, solemnly publish and declare, that these united colonies are, and of right ought to be free and independent states; that they are absolved from all allegiance to the British Crown, and that all political connection between them and the state of Great Britain, is and ought to be totally dissolved; and that as free and independent states, they have full power to levy war, conclude peace, contract alliances, establish commerce, and to do all other acts and things which independent states may of right do. And for the support of this declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of Divine Providence, we mutually pledge to each other our lives, our fortunes and our sacred honor.
New Hampshire: Josiah Bartlett, William Whipple, Matthew Thornton
Massachusetts: John Hancock, Samual Adams, John Adams, Robert Treat Paine, Elbridge Gerry
Rhode Island: Stephen Hopkins, William Ellery
Connecticut: Roger Sherman, Samuel Huntington, William Williams, Oliver Wolcott
New York: William Floyd, Philip Livingston, Francis Lewis, Lewis Morris
New Jersey: Richard Stockton, John Witherspoon, Francis Hopkinson, John Hart, Abraham Clark
Pennsylvania: Robert Morris, Benjamin Rush, Benjamin Franklin, John Morton, George Clymer, James Smith, George Taylor, James Wilson, George Ross
Delaware: Caesar Rodney, George Read, Thomas McKean
Maryland: Samuel Chase, William Paca, Thomas Stone, Charles Carroll of Carrollton
Virginia: George Wythe, Richard Henry Lee, Thomas Jefferson, Benjamin Harrison, Thomas Nelson, Jr., Francis Lightfoot Lee, Carter Braxton
North Carolina: William Hooper, Joseph Hewes, John Penn
South Carolina: Edward Rutledge, Thomas Heyward, Jr., Thomas Lynch, Jr., Arthur Middleton
Georgia: Button Gwinnett, Lyman Hall, George Walton
Source: The Pennsylvania Packet, July 8, 1776
I am an expatriate in reverse. I left America to find America. When I returned, I found America a writhing, swollen, tumor infested beast, wriggling in the throes of death.
That was nearly 20 years ago. It takes a long time for a bloated bureaucracy to die.
Now I sit on my front porch and monitor the decay from an iPhone, like some detached scientist, keeping data, talking notes, bookmarking doom, plotting charts that prove my hypothesis: We're all going to die.
I am a prognosticator, a Nostradamus, ready to flip to the last page of the Mayan calendar. A false prophet.
Of course we're all going to die; humans weren't meant to be immortal. Thank God for that. The problem is we are all dying of loss, a loss of self, a loss of responsibility, a loss of personal dignity. Premature rigor mortis. We still live and breathe and pump cholesterol clogged blood through our veins. But outside we die a nanosecond at a time as the world passes by, microscopic oblivion ex utero.
When nearly 50 percent of the taxpayers pay no tax at all and demand that the 10% of the highest earners who already suffer 70% of the tax burden pay more, when we give up basic freedoms for the "comfort" and "security" of government "protection," when we eschew freedom for "safety," only death is inevitable. The death of individuality. The death of rational thought. The death of a way of life we couldn't possibly have had anywhere else. The death of a country.
So I sit here on my porch, watching it all, trapping the images in these words, photographing in hi definition the end.
The news is filled with cannibalism. A man takes synthetic bath salts and chews off the face of another man in broad daylight on a Miami causeway. Both are naked. No one knows why. A gay porn star mails pieces of human flesh to political offices. He sends videos to fans. He blames Hollywood.
The paranoid fear the zombie apocalypse is nigh. It's been here for decades, if not a century. We just never noticed.
Zombie politicians began devouring our lives, our freedoms, our human-ness long before the images of freaked out psychopaths scrolled across our 50-inch TV screens, the very ones on which we watched Jeopardy and American Idol and Jersey Shore, while zombie cannibals in our local municipalities and state capitols and the District of Criminals gutted us from within. And it wasn't even surreptitious. The gutting occurred before our very eyes. We were just too blind to see. Now we live on life support: HDTV, Xbox, takeout Chinese. We get fat from Big Gulps and digital over-stimulation, as we bleed our insides out into government coffers, knowingly.
When I lived in Germany in the early 90s, a soldier "fighting for my country" in a guard shack, I'd walk around the villages and cities of my adopted country and meet people who were in denial. When you start two world wars and eviscerate the population of a continent, you no longer have a sense of self. Socialism was rampant. Kids graduated from high school expecting the government to cradle them. Government assistance checks were a badge of honor. If you were a young woman and uncomfortable with your bra size, a government boob job magically transformed your confidence. A good day was drinking your way through breakfast and lunch and dinner and collapsing on a bench at a bus stop. Four years in the pit of a cradle to grave society taught me there was no better place on earth than America.
But what I came back to wasn't what I had left. I've seen federal government agents kill American citizens for no reason at all. I've seen young people no longer embrace the values my parents taught me: work hard, be your own man, expect nothing but what you earn by the sweat of your own brow. It's as if I came back only to find I was still living in the apathetic society I'd left behind in Germany. I returned to participation trophies for being born and people spending $100,000 to earn sociology degrees so they can never earn more than $50,000 a year.
I came back to madness.
It's accelerated beyond belief these past four years. My iPhone wants to replace "people" with "proletariat" as i type.Free has now replaced freedom as the fundamental purpose of life in America. Satire is now reality; we're living a Ray Bradbury novel, an Ayn Rand prophecy, a George Orwell realization.
Aphorisms for our times race through my head. Weird scenes inside the dumb mind. Something wicked has already come. What rough beast slouches toward Washington to make you bow down.
We've been living in strange times for as long as I can remember. I was born during Vietnam; I now write during Americanam. The yoke of government is so locked around our necks I fear we may never break free.
The days ahead are dangerous. When a sitting president who has accomplished nothing but corruption and anguish and doled out more than your fair share of abuse has a chance to win re-election, we may already be over the cliff.
In these spend times we are nearing end times. The center cannot hold. It's already beyond being off axis.
In the coming 5 months we have a decision to make. Do we let our country die? Do we let our way of life die? Do we let ourselves die?
Choosing Mitt Romney over Barack Obama is infinitely more palatable than continuing on this path of destruction we follow. We have great sacrifices to make. We will have to retire later than we planned. We will have to expect less government entitlements than we were "promised" when we were forced to give the government our money to fund them. Then more money. And still more money. (Hell, every year we vote to tax ourselves locally for infrastructure projects many of us never see come to life, because often that money is diverted to other expenditures, just like the entitlement taxes we pay.) We will have to make the biggest gut check of our lives. We will have to hold the limbs of the people we elect to take over this monstrosity to more than just a fire; we will have to tie them to a rack and torture them, if necessary, to right this sinking ship.
I don't know if we have the stomach for it. I don't know if we are brave enough. I don't know if we can disconnect from the shroud of unreality we create for ourselves to get through every second and minute and hour of every day.
But we must. If we don't, it's all over. And the death throes our country has been experiencing for longer than I've been alive will accelerate.
And it will entirely be our own fault.
We'll have to live with that, until we don't. Live, that is.
I wonder if our king will bring Bo when he rides his rainbow bus through Pennsylvania next week, raising money from the little people while I'm there. (Does he have to ruin my vacation, too?)
But don't worry, I'm not racist; I'm just heckling his white half.
At least some poor sucker will know what's on the menu for the Dinner with Barack contest. Then, again, maybe that's not such a good idea.
Desperado, why don't you come to your senses?
You been out campaigning for so long now
Oh, you're a weak one
Though we know you think you're Jesus
This money you beg for
You won't find it somehow
Don't you invoke executive privilege, boy
We'll beat you if we're able
You know hiding the truth is always your worst bet
Desperado, oh, your campaign ain't gettin' easier
Your blame and plunder, they're drivin' us mad
And freedom, oh freedom well, that's just something you ignore
Your prison is waiting when we toss you out the door
Don't your feet get cold when the polls go south?
Your lies get bigger when you open your mouth
It's hard to tell the ignorant from the insane
You're losin' all your party base
Ain't it funny how the voters go away?
Desperado, why don't you come to your senses?
Stop begging for money, forget that November date
It may be rainin', but there's no rainbow above you
You better quit while you're behind, before it's too late
I'm sure bottom-up economics (you know, from the 49% percent of the population that doesn't pay taxes) fueling a recovery in Barack Obama's next term will ... drain all swamps.
I know, maybe Obama can use eminent domain to confiscate every underwater middle class family home, then turn around and sell them to Mexican drug cartels.
Or let's confiscate all of the 50-inch HDTV screens from welfare recipients and peddle them to underprivileged countries.
Wait. You know what will jump-start the economy? Selling tickets to an MRI of Joe Biden's brain.
Or naming a homeless guy the Czar of Bottom-up Economics; he'd probably be just as qualified as Obama's current czars.
Even a pay-per-bow system every time Obama visits with a dignitary could do more good for the economy than anything that comes from his Marx-addled brain.
It's time for Barack Obama to shed some tears. The wheels are coming off his rainbow covered bus. It's all falling apart. Come January, you'll see David Axelrod as a pall bearer, hoisting the coffin of a dead presidency on its way out of the District of Criminals.
And now comes this: Obama's own base is turning on him over his 23rd hour invocation of executive privilege this week, calling him a "sheep in wolf's clothing."
BOOM!
The garbage propagated by the Obama Administration is not going unnoticed by some liberals. Some are indeed calling him out.
If I were to write a movie script to describe leftists, I'd call it "A Mind Is a Terrible Thing."
Yesterday on Twitter, while Barack Obama was giving his same speech, different day explanation of the country's economic situation, before leaving Cleveland smellier than he found it, I joined in a guilty pleasure, hashtag games, where snark is a premium and the closer you are to the truth with your tweet, the more it resonates.
The fact that Twitchy grabbed up the tweet immediately says my aim was true. The fact that, by my current count, it's received more than 400 retweets, however, tells me there are more stupid people on twitter than those who participated in the 119% voter turnout in some parts of Wisconsin for the Scott Walker recall: About 90 percent of the retweets were from leftists, many of them young blacks. Most of the leftists thought I was sincere; many followed me. Some even got it, and the tweet got under their skin:
@Snarky_Basterd it's true..he started a war without raising taxes...what kind of "Conservative" would do that? if we say "Bush"-that's blame
— Jon Hartmann(@jonhartmannjazz) June 14, 2012
I used to think that leftists were clinically insane; now I just think they're stupid. Please make it stop.
I could argue that George Bush isn't to blame for unfunded entitlements to Social Security and Medicare (EXCEPT for the stupid drug plan he forced down our throat). I could argue that Bush isn't responsible for Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac or the equally bloated and destructive Banking Queen Frank-Dodd law. I could argue that Bush isn't responsible for 70 years of progressive policies aimed at chaining 50 percent of the people in this country to the slave post of government entitlements and/or tax irresponsibility.
But all leftists can scream is: "KATRINA! IRAQ! THE BUSH (Nancy Pelosi-Harry Reid) BAILOUT!"
Four years later, it's still Bush's fault. Bush is obviously responsible for this:
Bush is obviously responsible for Obama spending the first two years of his presidency paying back his union cronies and inserting Obamacare up our asses and trying to enslave us through cap and tax. Bush is obviously responsible for, AFTER NEARLY FOUR YEARS, real un- and underemployed figures that look like this:
No, leftists aren't insane; they're just stupid. Theywere born into this world with an inability to connect with facts; they were born into this world with a brain cavity overflowing with liquid LSD; they were born into this world with unrealistic visions of unicorn dreams.
They were born into this world to prove that a mind is a terrible thing.
Minister of Disinformation Jay Carney and the rest of Barack Obama's minions are running scared.
For the first time in a long time the national press called Obama out yesterday, for his "doing just fine" comment last week on the state of the private sector economy. (Except Juan Williams, who parroted Obama, his central processing unit showing its usual signs of damage.)
I can simply refer you again to what the President talked about as he stood here before you in the context of his rather full discussion of the state of the economy, and the simple fact that in this recovery has seen 4.3 million jobs in the private sector created – it has also seen a situation where, because of massive layoffs of teachers, firefighters and police officers – a reduction in the public sector. And by public sector, we’re talking about state and local governments who have had to layoff teachers from classrooms, firefighters from the force and police officers from the force. That was the context of his comments which I think everyone in this room was aware of at the time.
I watched Obama's "rather full discussion" of the state of economy, resisting the urge to commit seppuku. What I heard was lethargic script reading. He said nothing we didn't already know. Obama was about as lively as a dead fish, except during the questioning period following his "rather full discussion"-- in which he said, with his usual arrogance, that it was offensive for the GOP to accuse his administration of being the source of national security leaks. (Shockingly, it turns out the Obama machine probably is.)
In fact, Obama's defiance in the face of questions about sensitive information leaks is exactly what Carney demonstrated yesterday.Carney's blustering was symptomatic of the administration's official policy in response to controversy: Bully, bully, bully.
And it's more revealing of what's really bothering the administration: If the lapdog media is finally waking up from a four-year Obama high, if the lapdog media is going to start questioning this president and his record (or lack thereof), if the lapdog media is going to start moving toward giving even 10% fair coverage in this election, Obama's in for a tough road.
Obama NEEDS the lapdog media. The lapdog media made Obama because they didn't vet him. The lapdog media didn't tell voters about Jeremiah Wright. The lapdog media didn't tell voters about Bill Ayers. The lapdog media didn't tell voters Obama's ties to ACORN. The lapdog media didn't question the lack of transparency from the candidate who promised the most transparent administration in history. Instead, the lapdog media were caught up in hope and change and presumably snorting unicorn farts. The election of the first black president of these now fractured United States promised to eradicate hundreds of years of bad treatment of minorities in this country in one fell swoop. It would reverse history. It would transform America into a utopia. It would heal all wounds and stem all tides and spread rainbows across the land. Consider the saccharine profile the Washington Post ran on Obama on August 22, 2008.
Mitt Romney, meanwhile, doesn't need the lapdog media. He's already overcome an anti-saccharine, trumped-up WaPo story about his so-called bullying youth and the administration's fiasco in using the lapdog media to denigrate Romney's tenure at Bain Capital, which didn't turn out to be 1/10th as bad as Obama 2012 and the media claimed it was. (Always remember, the lapdog media will tell you one or two "bad" facts but leave out 10 other positive facts, in order to advance the left's narrative.) Romney, in fact, has us, the legion of electronic conservative pundits and activists and everyday citizens who've had enough of the socialist nightmare freight train we're on. Obama has Media Matters, living-with-mom-@Shoq, Mother Jones, and a host of other energized but failing online rejects who couldn't hold a candle to us if we gave them all the wax and wicks in this country.
And we've vetted Romney. We excoriated him during the brutal Republican primaries. We've been harder on him than a rattlesnake treats its prey. I'd wager that, if Romney wins, his administration is going to pay a lot more attention to what the online community and the American people as a whole are telling him about the state of the country than Obama did, probably because he won't be breaking any presidential golfing or fundraising records. He'll be too busy cleaning up after the Demorrhoid in Chief.
The lapdog media isn't going to win any fans. They're not going to do 1/32nd of the job that we will. They've become a de facto arm of the government, and, when leftists are in charge, as long as the president isn't sleeping with interns, they've been content to massage press releases and bland statements from the Whitehouse and pass them off as their own insights.
Until, apparently, now.
If the lapdog media is waking up, if they're becoming aware, if they're finally starting to question this administration, Obama might as well just pack up and quit now, while he's behind.
I am an expatriate in reverse. I left America to find America. When I returned, I found America a writhing, swollen, tumor infested beast, wriggling in the throes of death.
That was nearly 20 years ago. It takes a long time for a bloated bureaucracy to die.
Now I sit on my front porch and monitor the decay from an iPhone, like some detached scientist, keeping data, talking notes, bookmarking doom, plotting charts that prove my hypothesis: We're all going to die.
I am a prognosticator, a Nostradamus, ready to flip to the last page of the Mayan calendar. A false prophet.
Of course we're all going to die; humans weren't meant to be immortal. Thank God for that. The problem is we are all dying of loss, a loss of self, a loss of responsibility, a loss of personal dignity. Premature rigor mortis. We still live and breathe and pump cholesterol clogged blood through our veins. But outside we die a nanosecond at a time as the world passes by, microscopic oblivion ex utero.
When nearly 50 percent of the taxpayers pay no tax at all and demand that the 10% of the highest earners who already suffer 70% of the tax burden pay more, when we give up basic freedoms for the "comfort" and "security" of government "protection," when we eschew freedom for "safety," only death is inevitable. The death of individuality. The death of rational thought. The death of a way of life we couldn't possibly have had anywhere else. The death of a country.
So I sit here on my porch, watching it all, trapping the images in these words, photographing in hi definition the end.
The news is filled with cannibalism. A man takes synthetic bath salts and chews off the face of another man in broad daylight on a Miami causeway. Both are naked. No one knows why. A gay porn star mails pieces of human flesh to political offices. He sends videos to fans. He blames Hollywood.
The paranoid fear the zombie apocalypse is nigh. It's been here for decades, if not a century. We just never noticed.
Zombie politicians began devouring our lives, our freedoms, our human-ness long before the images of freaked out psychopaths scrolled across our 50-inch TV screens, the very ones on which we watched Jeopardy and American Idol and Jersey Shore, while zombie cannibals in our local municipalities and state capitols and the District of Criminals gutted us from within. And it wasn't even surreptitious. The gutting occurred before our very eyes. We were just too blind to see. Now we live on life support: HDTV, Xbox, takeout Chinese. We get fat from Big Gulps and digital over-stimulation, as we bleed our insides out into government coffers, knowingly.
When I lived in Germany in the early 90s, a soldier "fighting for my country" in a guard shack, I'd walk around the villages and cities of my adopted country and meet people who were in denial. When you start two world wars and eviscerate the population of a continent, you no longer have a sense of self. Socialism was rampant. Kids graduated from high school expecting the government to cradle them. Government assistance checks were a badge of honor. If you were a young woman and uncomfortable with your bra size, a government boob job magically transformed your confidence. A good day was drinking your way through breakfast and lunch and dinner and collapsing on a bench at a bus stop. Four years in the pit of a cradle to grave society taught me there was no better place on earth than America.
But what I came back to wasn't what I had left. I've seen federal government agents kill American citizens for no reason at all. I've seen young people no longer embrace the values my parents taught me: work hard, be your own man, expect nothing but what you earn by the sweat of your own brow. It's as if I came back only to find I was still living in the apathetic society I'd left behind in Germany. I returned to participation trophies for being born and people spending $100,000 to earn sociology degrees so they can never earn more than $50,000 a year.
I came back to madness.
It's accelerated beyond belief these past four years. My iPhone wants to replace "people" with "proletariat" as i type.Free has now replaced freedom as the fundamental purpose of life in America. Satire is now reality; we're living a Ray Bradbury novel, an Ayn Rand prophecy, a George Orwell realization.
Aphorisms for our times race through my head. Weird scenes inside the dumb mind. Something wicked has already come. What rough beast slouches toward Washington to make you bow down.
We've been living in strange times for as long as I can remember. I was born during Vietnam; I now write during Americanam. The yoke of government is so locked around our necks I fear we may never break free.
The days ahead are dangerous. When a sitting president who has accomplished nothing but corruption and anguish and doled out more than your fair share of abuse has a chance to win re-election, we may already be over the cliff.
In these spend times we are nearing end times. The center cannot hold. It's already beyond being off axis.
In the coming 5 months we have a decision to make. Do we let our country die? Do we let our way of life die? Do we let ourselves die?
Choosing Mitt Romney over Barack Obama is infinitely more palatable than continuing on this path of destruction we follow. We have great sacrifices to make. We will have to retire later than we planned. We will have to expect less government entitlements than we were "promised" when we were forced to give the government our money to fund them. Then more money. And still more money. (Hell, every year we vote to tax ourselves locally for infrastructure projects many of us never see come to life, because often that money is diverted to other expenditures, just like the entitlement taxes we pay.) We will have to make the biggest gut check of our lives. We will have to hold the limbs of the people we elect to take over this monstrosity to more than just a fire; we will have to tie them to a rack and torture them, if necessary, to right this sinking ship.
I don't know if we have the stomach for it. I don't know if we are brave enough. I don't know if we can disconnect from the shroud of unreality we create for ourselves to get through every second and minute and hour of every day.
But we must. If we don't, it's all over. And the death throes our country has been experiencing for longer than I've been alive will accelerate.
And it will entirely be our own fault.
We'll have to live with that, until we don't. Live, that is.
Because the black man of the 21st Century who identifies himself as a Democrat is nothing more than a sycophant, a willing shill for the Master, the Democratic Machine, provided he gets, in the common parlance of the ghetto -- no matter what color you are -- "paid."
Nowhere else is this more evidenced than by Fox News black poster child, aka Columbia University associate professor Marc Lamont Hill, who dishonestly asks, "Why do white Republican candidates hate poor people?"
Yet put him to the task to back up his sweeping generalities -- his, dare I be racist and say, "stereotyping" of "white people" (since Republicans are all, you know, white people) -- Marc Lamont Hill is as silent as every black woman who ever rode in the back of a bus before Rosa Parks. But not because he's scared; it's because he's a liberal professor with a cushy job who doesn't have the time of day to talk to people who don't share his skin color, unlike Mitt Romney.
I'll be the first to say that Mittens is not my candidate; I'll be the first to say there isn't ONE Republican in the 2012 field who is my candidate. I'm growing to be a grumpy old man before my time, middle-aged, stagnant in his profession, and tired of seeing the lesser of two evils as the path to prosperity for America. But I'm a realist, and anybody but Obama put to the grindstone by a Republican Senate and House in 2013 looks better than King I'll-Do-It-With-Or-Without-Congress, be it Mittens or Newt or the ghost of Ronald Reagan.
But when you ask a man to own up to his statements, when you tell a man who questions the integrity of Republican candidates -- and therefore Republican voters -- to own up to what he says, and he hasn't the time of day to respond, you start to wonder.
But that's the point. He doesn't have to respond to questions about what he says. He's a black man; there's a black man in the White House. How on earth could he go wrong? Nevermind that the "black man" in the White House just shut down a major opportunity for Americans to have jobs (which has his precious labor unions so pissed they want to storm the White House) in an economic climate where the "unemployment rate" is dropping simply because people -- black, brown, green, orange, white, yellow -- have given up looking for jobs. It's Hill's stump, and he's a swashbuckling liberal New York professor with a fast-talking mouth ... and a brain the size of a peanut.
And I dont' fault him. It's a Brave New World. Why the Democrats have just proposed to establish a Reasonable Profits Board. Wesley Mouch would be proud. (If you're uninitiated, the Mouch reference is from Ayn Rand's Atlas Shrugged -- and you're living it.) But if Marc Lamont Hill were honest -- really honest -- he'd tell you that the next time you see a black liberal castigating Republicans of any sort on TV, it's only because his media fame pays him better in the long run than his day job. In other words, Marc Lamont Hill hates you, Whitey. In fact, just read his Twitter feed to see how racist he really is. He is, after all, cop-killer Mumia Abu-Jamal's publisher.
As you can see, his account claims to be "protected," but a president who sends out some 10 tweets a day begging for money doesn't have a protected account. No. He's blocked me.
So. There you have it. If you want to be honored with a block from President Crybaby, the toddler-in-chief, just tweet him "his" birth certificate, since he can't take a joke, and you'll join the growing list of Americans on his enemies list. And I will welcome you.
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