Wednesday, November 17, 2010

The New TSA Theme Song

Try it.

Sing the chorus of this song the next time Big Sis' goons want to pat your crotch and grab your breasts to see if you, a law-abiding American citizen, are planning to blow up an airplane.

See how long they continue to grope us for no other reason than to give Janet Napolitano a hard on.



Do you wanna touch (Yeah)
Do you wanna touch (Yeah)
Do you wanna touch me there, where
Do you wanna touch (Yeah)
Do you wanna touch (Yeah)
Do you wanna touch me there, where
There, yeah

Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
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Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Obama Gets Lovin' Despite Historic Midterm Smackdown

The Loser in Chief may have lost his mandate last night, when the American people responded to him calling them "the enemy" by firing The Wicked Witch of Congress and her Merry Band of Congresscriminals.

But all is not lost! At least Zero is getting some good lovin' today overseas.


Only problem is, the doll with his likeness is not anatomically correct.

His head's not up his ass.

And, anyway, he wouldn't know what to do with all those white women if he had an instruction booklet.

Hey! I wonder if, instead, he'll be getting it on with The Official Democratic Party Blow-up Doll.


But maybe not, since last night pretty much assured that Democrats aren't going to be having any fun for a very long time, let alone getting laid. In fact, they may all be better off lying down and going to sleep in the new symbol for the Democratic Party.


Bring out yer dead!
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Friday, October 22, 2010

You RWE Bastards Are All Just Mentally Deranged


That's right. All you right wing extremists have a mental disorder, Anxiety-induced Obama Underappreciation Syndrome.

Or so says the Supreme Dickhead himself, president Zero, a man handed a potential dynasty on a silver platter only to promptly fuck it up so badly he'll see his majority run over in less than two weeks like a retarded deer frozen by the headlights of a tank.

Yes, there IS a God.

Writes Charles Krauthammer:
President Obama has come up with something new, something less common, something more befitting his stature and intellect. He's now offering a scientific, indeed neurological, explanation for his current political troubles.

The electorate apparently is deranged by its anxieties and fears to the point where it can't think straight. Part of the reason "facts and science and argument does not seem to be winning the day all the time," he explained to a Massachusetts audience, "is because we're hard-wired not to always think clearly when we're scared. And the country is scared."

Opening a whole new branch of cognitive science — liberal psychology — Obama has discovered a new principle: The fearful brain is hard-wired to act befuddled, i.e., vote Republican.

But of course. Here Obama has spent two years bestowing upon the peasantry the "New Foundation" of a more regulated, socially engineered and therefore more humane society, and they repay him with recalcitrance and outright opposition. Here he gave them ObamaCare, the stimulus, financial regulation and a shot at cap-and-trade — and the electorate remains not just unmoved but ungrateful.

Faced with this truly puzzling conundrum, Dr. Obama diagnoses a heretofore undiscovered psychological derangement: anxiety-induced Obama Underappreciation Syndrome, wherein an entire population is so addled by its economic anxieties as to be neurologically incapable of appreciating the "facts and science" undergirding ObamaCare and other blessings their president has bestowed upon them from on high.

Trouble is, Zero's diagnosis is like a Dingy Harry quote: But for him we'd be taken over by Predator and Alien by now. They're both cut from the same cloth: the clinically insane.

Krauthammer, naturally, dashes Zero's veneer-thin ill-logic, as would anyone with half a brain (Note: There are no requirements for any brain wave activity whatsoever to be elected to higher office in America).
The story of the last two years is as simple as it is dramatic. It is the epic story of an administration with a highly ideological agenda encountering a rising resistance from the American people over the major question in dispute: the size and reach and power of government and, even more fundamentally, the nature of the American social contract.
In other words, the peasants, we the serfs of Dear Lord Obama the Incompetent, have had quite enough, thank you very much.

Somehow this isn't what Zero meant when he said "we are the ones we've been waiting for" on the night of his election ... unless he meant that he and his merry band of thieves are the ones we've been waiting to send back home with extreme prejudice, for good, beginning Nov. 2, 2010.

Speaking of which, I've a little limerick for you...
There once was a man named Barack

Who conned sheep into believing he was Spock

But then his policies tanked

And the sheep realized he stank

So all his buddies in Congress got kicked off the block
I know. It isn't dirty.

But aren't you proud of me for not cursing in the same sentence in which I mention The Liar in Chief? Oh. Shit. I just re-read the first graph of this post.

Fuck it.

The Asshole in Chief deserves my foulflinging fingers.

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Saturday, September 11, 2010

REPOST: 9/11 Remembrance -- Andrew Alameno -- Project 2996

The memorial pages dedicated to the victims of September 11, 2001, speak to the lives of the 2,996 people who died that day, but mostly they speak to their loss and to what they are not here to witness today.

One of the memorial pages for Andrew Alameno, 37, who worked as a trader in the North Tower of the World Trade Center, certainly is like that:
Andy you are missed and I think about you often. God Bless your family.

Andy, I wish we had the chance to get together with the families like we talked about. I think of you often and hope you did not suffer. God Bless you and your family forever. Your buddy Rich from Mt. Saint Mary's.
As is this statement, from another memorial page about him:
Andy, I miss you so much words cannot describe it. You were my cousin and I love you. Sally, Joe, and Nina look great, but I know they miss you more than anything in this whole world. Joe looks so much like you, he is adorable. Rest in peace.
It’s the kind of thing that we should remember today and always, right in the center of our being, and keep remembering, right next to our thoughts about where the kids have to be today or what project deadline is looming or what time our favorite team is playing football on Sunday…because there are 2,996 people who died on September 11th who don’t have the opportunity to have those kinds of thoughts today, who haven’t seen their kids grow up, who never got to grow older with their wives or husbands or see their fiancé on their wedding day … and who never got the chance to become the people they now would be.

Mourn their loss and honor their loss and remember their loss. It’s the only way to keep this day alive for years to come.

With that, let’s remember Andrew Alameno, in a profile written by William Kleinknecht, in THE STAR-LEDGER, found here:
The sun was rising in a clear blue sky and America was still at peace when Andrew Alameno of Westfield said goodbye to his wife, Sally, and their two children on the morning of Sept. 11. He headed for his job as a money market trader at the World Trade Center.

Sally Alameno said she had no idea she would never see her husband again. The news that her world was turning upside down came to her within minutes after the first hijacked plane struck the North Tower of the trade center.

"Someone called me on my cell phone as I was driving my son home from kindergarten and told me what happened," she said. "I raced home and turned on the television."

What she and millions of other television viewers saw were flames licking out of the upper floors of the North Tower. Mr. Alameno, 37, worked as a trader for Cantor Fitzgerald Securities, a firm on the 105th floor of the tower, above the inferno.

After the collapse of the buildings, Sally Alameno's brother was in Manhattan and went through all the crisis centers and filed a missing person report, until the family gradually gave up hope.

Sally Alameno said her husband's chief hobbies were his two children, Joseph, 5, and Nina, 2, and his regular golf outings. But she said what distinguished him most as a man was how much he was loved by others.

"He was the most wonderful father," Sally said, "and loved by everyone. I can't believe how many people have come by here and been in touch with us."
Read about other victims at Project 2996.
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REPOST: 9/11 Remembrance -- James Walsh -- Project 2996

Back when life was a lot more simple and my view of the world was a lot less clear, September 11th happened.

Then everything changed, for obvious reasons.

Eight years later [nine as of this reposting] I still don't have the words to describe what that day was like, how I felt then, or what it means now.

I do know I am not the same....

On the one year anniversary of that day, the university I then worked at asked employees to plant an American flag on the lawn of the Cathedral of Learning, one for each of the nearly 3,000 people who died that day.

I picked the flag bearing the name (taped upon the wooden dowel shaft) of James Walsh, from Scotch Plains, New Jersey, who died in the destruction of One World Trade Center. In the last 7 years, I've moved three times to two different states, hauling everything I own some 2,500 miles. James Walsh's flag has always gone with me; I see it every day on display in my home even now.

I picked James Walsh to honor today when I found out about Project 2996, which is dedicated to remembering the people who died that day.

Here is the touching tribute previously published in The Star-Ledger, found here.
When Kathleen Walsh Karlen adopted her son Connor from Korea -- a 2-year-old who found the transition from East to West sometimes unbearable -- it was his Uncle Jim who could calm Connor's emotional storms.

No one in the family was surprised. Jim Walsh was the fun uncle, the friend everyone wanted to hang with, the nice guy with the big heart who was never afraid to show it, said another sister, Carol Walsh Murphy.

"I'm sure everyone who was lost at the World Trade Center has somebody who says they are a great guy, but to call Jimmy great sells him short," Murphy said. "He was fun and funny, and at the same time, he taught us all how to be a little more loving."

James Walsh, 37, didn't make one last call to his family from the 104th floor of One World Trade Center, where he worked as a computer programmer for Cantor Fitzgerald, but his family said it didn't matter, "because he said 'I love you' every way possible, every day of the year."

He said it in the way he read books every night to his daughter, Caroline, who turned 2 the day the Twin Towers crashed to earth.

When news came that the Scotch Plains resident was missing, boys he knew in high school in Westfield and people who remembered him from King's College in Wilkes-Barre, Pa., called to help.

Sean McDonough, from Montgomery, Pa., recalled him in an e-mail: ". . . His friends in Pennsylvania and around the country have been warmed by his presence and will miss him terribly . . . He loved being a dad and through his relationship with Caroline, he showed me a way to be a better parent with my kids.

"We are left with the void of the thousands of people like Jim Walsh who died last week," McDonough added, "but I will tell everyone who listens about my friend Jim and how much he meant to me and my life."

In addition to his daughter, Mr. Walsh is survived by his wife, Kate; his parents, Frank and Mary Lou of Spring Lake; two brothers, Thomas of Westfield and Peter of Spring Lake; and two sisters, Kathleen Walsh Karlen of Woodbridge, Va., and Carol Walsh Murphy of Tampa, Fla.

Profile by Judy Peet published in THE STAR-LEDGER.
Really, there is nothing more I can add to what Ms. Peet wrote, except that...I will always make sure, wherever I live, James Walsh's flag will have a place in my home.

Here is a memorial page set up to remember him. Please visit and leave a kind message.

Later today, I'll be posting a second remembrance about Andrew Alameno, who also died in the World Trade Center.

UPDATE: If you get a chance, please visit Exblogitate for an excellent compilation of Allahpundit's eyewitness remembrances of that terrible day.
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Wednesday, September 1, 2010

"Get Your Fucking Hand Off Me!"


You just know that's what he was thinking.
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Friday, August 6, 2010

FYADHD Named Top 40 Conservative Blog


Well this was a big fooken surprise.

Apparently while I was busy being absent most of the time over the past two months, you readers ... you crazy beautiful racist teabagging mongrels you, everyone ... secretly (WITHOUT MY DAMNED PERMISSION!) nominated FYADHD for the 2010 Top Conservative Blog Award sponsored by BestBloggers and Online Phd Programs (I'll take a Masters in Snarkology, thank you very much).

Break out the KKK hats!

Get yer racist Tea Party signs!

Send Harry Reid a brain and Barack Obama a plane ticket home and Nancy Pelosi an inflatable raft with a pin hole and tell her she's been awarded a vacation on the Pacific.

I'm humbled, you bastards, especially since I've recently posted with the regularity of a job that's been saved or created.

And apparently I need to get busy with yer daily fill of snark. I'll do my best, but you know that already, otherwise you wouldn't have been so fooken incredible to get FYADHD on this list.

I'll forever be grateful.

JUST. DON'T. DO. IT. AGAIN!
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Friday, July 30, 2010

Obama First Worthy Bow

Finally, Obowma pays deference to someone with far more class, far more balls to tackle real fiscal problems instead of avoiding them on the golf course ... finally Zero bows to someone who deserve it, NJ Gov. Chris Christie:

H/T: Cubachi
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Wednesday, July 28, 2010

A Whole Lot of Estrogen Going On


C'mon, I dare you to find the dood in the photo. Our dear POSOTUS even crosses his legs like a girl.
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Thursday, July 15, 2010

Periodic Table of Swearing

From the twat of the twat, Grumpy Old Twat

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Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Well I'll Be Dipped in Oil!


Because it sure looks like Mobama just was.
U.S. First lady Michelle Obama flashes two thumbs-up to the crowd, as she is introduced by Panama City Beach Mayor Gayle Oberst, on Panama City Beach, Florida July 12, 2010. Obama visited the area to show support for the people and businesses impacted by the BP Deepwater Horizon oil spill. Reuters.
Via Weaselzippers. H/T @CrackaCrib
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Sunday, July 11, 2010

The CrackaCrib Spangled Banner


I saw this tweeted today on Twitter and just couldn't help but share it with my fellow crazy crackers out there (courtesy @CrackaCrib):

O say can't you see that my crib's got your life
What you sleep through @ night'll be your undoing.
With broad stokes of my pen, through the force of my bills
O'er you I will rule, your minds no longer thinking
And with my badass stare
My middle finger in the air
I'll give you proof aright
About the constituion I don't care
O say does your conscience even know how close I am
To destroying what you call free and deleting what you can't save.
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Saturday, July 3, 2010

SHHHHH! I'm on a Secret Mission...

... so close to this ...

Via IOTW

... I can almost smell the stench. It's dangerous. If they catch me, I may never make it back safely to the red states. But I'm carrying the flame of the good guys, and I just might set the bastards on fire if they try to grab me.

If I'm not back by Wednesday, you can consider me captured and have my full permission to invade the District of Criminals to free me. Bring plenty of beer; Zero's already imbibed everything north of the Tennessee border.

This blog post will self destruct long after Zero's pResidency does.
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