| Bam Bam the Sham Man |
Jul 1, 2008 12:23 pm
2059 Views | In a portent of the fall campaign, the Obama formula has long been honed, fine-tuned and with the help of the main-stream media, tested. The battle scarred corpse of what was once the Hillary '08 campaign is evidence of this.
The newest version of this was evidenced this past Sunday and Monday. On Sunday it was retired four star General and Obama campaign surrogate Wesley Clark on CBS's Face the Nation. The General dismissed McCain's military service as a qualification for holding the office of President of the United States.
And on Monday it was Senator Obama himself telling the nation that he doesn't support diminishing McCain's service record as a campaign strategy.
This has fast become the Obama method. Let the surrogates slap the shit out of the opponent. And sometimes even on the same day, give the daily Sermon on the Mount on how you oppose doing what your surrogates just did.
The Messiah has spoken.
This criticism of Obama isn't the fact that he attacks his opponent. He can attack his opposition any way and on any issue he sees fit. And live or die with the result.
But Obama portrays himself as a new kind of politicion. A unifier who is above the fray. One not espoused to the tactics of the past.
The one true agent of change.
The facts of course are different. And if the majority of the media weren't in the tank for the Illinois Senator, I surmise that there would be a grim outlook for his campaign this fall.
The myth of the Obama campaign is his appeal for change. Aside from the fact that there will be a de facto change this January no matter who wins, Every single issue Obama addresses is nothing but the same tired, old, standard-fare the Democrat party has used for decades.
And it is spoken by the exact same tired old Democrats from the Clinton Administration and from past failed Democrat campaigns.
Wesley Clark is just one example. The same General who spoke so profoundly for Sen. Kerry's military war record, and how it qualified him for the presidency. One should not forget that the General himself ran for President and failed. But he tried to use his experience in the military as his main qualification.
Pure hypocrisy.
And Obama, hypocrite numero uno, thinks his glowing oratory will carry him through. But I think things will catch up with him before all is said and done.
The coordinated gimmick of speaking out against something before or after having surrogates do exactly the opposite won't work forever. Even with the willing press that shields him.
The Swift Boat Veterans practically dismantled the Kerry campaign single-handedly. And rightfully so. They were Kerry's wartime colleges who personally witnessed and were victims of Kerry's lies and embellishments.
We all kn ow what is coming at Obama this fall. And the huge war-chest and help from the media won't help him.
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| Alberta Becomes 51st State |
Jun 29, 2008 7:58 pm
1372 Views |  | Americans awoke this morning to the shocking news that Alberta had declared itself the 51st state of the union (if you're Senator Obama, it's the 58th state).
Yes the very same Alberta, a former province of the British Commonwealth. Americans may know Alberta as that prairie land rich in ore and oil deposits which had been loosely tied to the pseudo-sovereign entity to our north.
It appears from reports that thousands of Albertanians (pronounced like Lusitanians) surreptitiously crossed the 53rd parallel armed with Elmer's glue and cloth stars and successfully dispersed to all corners of the um... lower fortynine where they affixed the stars to Old Glory's everywhere.
The President in an emergency press conference said, "heck they did glue them stars on. So, we might as well keep the damn place". He added, "maybe we'll make it the northern most county in Montana". When asked how he expected the Canadian army to react, he responded, "Canadian army? hah, well that's an oxymoron ain't it? Sorta like sayin, jumbo shrimp".
When hearing the news that America would formally accept Albertanian statehood, thousands poured into the streets of Calgary and Edmonton yelling, "U.S. ey, U.S. ey". One local maple syrup warehouse was reported burned to the ground.
The CBC news anchor was heard to say on a live broadcast from Ottawa, "now we'll have to call them, 'our loud neighbours to the south AND west'. The distraught anchor then left the studio and committed suicide by jumping into a vat of hot poutine.
Ok, ok had enough of this absurdity? I have. lol
But it seems a certain 23 y/o OP member from Calgary secretly wishes such a thing would happen. After all he does seem to have a fixation with American politics. It's his right of course. But I never read anything from him on Canadian politics. Just his leftist rantings as though he were a charter member of MoveOnDot or something.
Like there isn't enough crap going on in Ottawa for him to get hyper about? True, most Americans would have more interest in learning the lyrics to the Moldavian national anthem than reading about Canadian politics.
Oh well, I guess prairie dog counting gets boring. |
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| Family Feud--Not |
Jun 27, 2008 11:35 am
1498 Views |  | Many of you know that Bret and I have an on-going duel where we both attempt to match wits and see who can get the biggest laugh in the chat room and here in the blogosphere.
However some of our friends have grown concerned that Bret and I are really at odds with each other. And that a certain level of venom and animosity between us actually exists'
Let not you hearts be troubled.
Bret and I have been, are and will continue to be tight. That means we have as close a friendship as one can possibly have on the internet. And I'm serious about that. No irony here.
What may be confusing some people is that Bret and I enjoy tongue-in-cheek humor. Especially the wry type. And as we already know, some people will believe what they read here no matter how outlandish or absurd the humor appears on it's face. They take every word that's typed LITERALLY. At least at first.
Take for example the fact that I STILL have people who believe I actually pee off a non-existent balcony off my bedroom. Or that people actually think I have a butler who draws my bath everyday. And of course the oldie-but-goodie story that I run some place called the Glory Hole Emporium.
Naturally I take all of this with a grain of salt. and none of this will ever get in the way of my friendship[ to Bret. We've both gone through a number of battles together side-by-side. And we've been successful at it.
Tangible evidence of this is one of the most successful and popular chat rooms (with the help of many good friends) here on OP. And the vanquishing of numerous "problem children" that were pests on this site.
Yes, I know no matter what I write there will still be some of you who think that Bret and I foster a mutual animosity. But let me put your minds at ease.
Just this morning, as a token to our friendship, Bret sent via FedEx rush delivery, a huge batch of his famous and delicious fried chicken. And I must convince Bret to share this with you on one of his next recipe blogs.
It's twinky lickin' good. |
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| Big Apple Welcomes Flood Ravaged Iowans |
Jun 25, 2008 7:35 pm
1506 Views |  | I'm so glad Bret knew that when the [cow]chips were down New Yorkers would welcome him and thousands of Iowans with open arms.
This is pic of Bret and Co. looking for a parking spot on 5th Avenue in their Iowa SUV. |
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| DRILL HERE, DRILL NOW!!! |
Jun 25, 2008 3:08 pm
Mood: bouncy, 1525 Views |  | Drill Here, Drill Now!!!
Do you think this would be an effective campaign slogan for Gays for McCain? |
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| Load Bearers |
Jun 24, 2008 12:50 pm
1495 Views | A close friend of my father has a son in the New Jersey National Guard. I know my dad's friend but I had never met his son. The son's guard unit was deploying to Iraq and my dad, being a veteran himself, was asked if he would like to observe the ceremony marking the deployment held for the soldiers, their families and other well wishers. I was so happy they thought of asking me to join too.
the ceremony and the departure that immediately followed, took place last Friday at the adjoining installations called Fort Dix and McGuire Air Force Base which are about 90 minutes (barring traffic) from, Manhattan in south central New Jersey.
I was born a military dependent and spent the first years of my life in and around several bases and forts. But as the years go by, my memories of those days has slowly faded, Or so I thought. I was about 5 when my father left the service to work for IBM in Armonk, NY.
But as we entered the main gate of McGuire the
the crisp waving motion of the security policeman and the sight of perfectly manicured hedges and bushes brought back instant memories.
Passing the air terminal, we could see the charter 747 on that was to take the soldiers to Iraq by way of Rome, Italy. The Air Force base, although modern and efficient looking still has that throw-back look that seems to bring back visions of the early days of aviation. You could almost expect to see the the star crested staff cars of Carl "Tooey" Spaatz or Hap Arnold passing by.
The men and women in uniform that you see seem lean and trim. These "Zoomies" convey an aura of competence that most corperations seek. I bet most of these people could earn 5 times more on the outside than they do in service. I wonder why they do that?
We quickly entered Fort Dix which physically borders McGuire AFB. The brick and wooden buildings are ancient compared to post World War 2 built McGuire. In any case, both installation have a quasi college campus atmosphere.
We came to what looked like a quad where we saw a slew of charter buses with duffel bags aligned neatly "Army style" beside them. Some of the bags had yellow painted bottoms, some white, some blue. My dad, who is a Desert Storm vet, kept on saying , "we did that". I think my dad had a feeling of satifaction that certain things in the military, however small, remain. He could relater to these soldiers, and they could relate to him.
The deploying soldiers, already in the desert cammies, stood in formation across from us civilians. There was an Army band playing familiar patriotic marches and a podium where the commanding general and Governor Corzine would speak a few short words.
The General was emotional. He almost seemed to promise the family members that he would return their loved ones to them safe and sound. Of course he couldn't literally do that. But I got the feeling the general would consider this mission a failure if he didn't. Both the general and Gov. Corzine did acknowledge that the situation in Iraq has dramatically improved and that their area of operations was relatively quiet.
After the short speeches everyone was allowed to mingle and say their good-byes. The band began to play again as I finally got to meet Tim the national guardsman bound for a war zone. After a few minutes of small talk my dad and I decided to give our friends some "alone" time. We wished Tim and several other soldiers well and went to our car as the band played, When Johnny Comes Marching Home Again. It's a good thing we were leaving cause I was tearing up at about that time. My dad was pretty choked up too. He was remembering the day when he had to leave my mom and me to go off to war.
As we drove off the post, life returned to normal for us. But for the citizen soldiers we had just met, life was about to become an ordeal. Even if Iraq becomes completely quiet. Even if they all return safe and sound the circumstances they will encounter are life altering.
These men and women are our house inspectors, policemen, firemen, doctors and lawyers in civilian life. Ninety percent of them signed up AFTER 9/11 so they had no illusions of some cush weekend warrior duty in Atlantic City.
These are our load bearers.
They volunteer to do the heavy lifting while WE go to the mall. They rinse the grit out of their mouth with hot canteen water, while we order a shake at Dairy Queen.
To the men and women serving in Iraq and around the world, I say to you, thank you, thank you, thank you. | |
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| Never Fear, da 'HO is Here |
May 15, 2008 1:44 pm
3869 Views | Having returned from my 22 hour forced exile (it was supposed to be 48 hours), I feel the urgent need to express my heartfelt thanks to the many here who had the BALLS to stand up and say something in the face of an injustice.
Although the complaint I lodged in the form of a blog was labeled "harassment", (which in itself is perverse), and henceforth got deleted, there are a few things I want to bring to the attention of those brave souls who took a stand.
-The blog received over 650 hits in less than 24 hours.
-There were over 40 totally supportive and positively goose-bump creating and awe inspiring comments posted. And most of those came within six hours.
-And although the piece did get deleted it DID reach the people it was intended to reach.
_Despite the fact that I abhor the idea of being monitored, the chat-room will be watched by the OP abuse people which should keep troublemakers and weirdos, at bay. At least for a while. This was not my doing, or Bret's. I wish you could appreciate the irony of whose doing it was.
Whatever, it has the same effect Bret and I and a lot of other decent people were looking for. A peaceful, carefree, fun time in the chat-rooms.
And I have you guys. You with a pair, to thank for it. | |
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| Do the Wright Thing |
Apr 28, 2008 1:54 pm
4259 Views | In mid March I posted Who is Barack Obama?. I posted it within a day or so of the furor over reverend Wright and his connection to Senator Obama.
So new was the issue that some people here, (mostly Obama supporters) couldn't imagine what impact this would have on the Obama campaign.
I think they know now.
In six weeks, Obama has gone from an unstoppable race transcending messiah to a position where he loses decisively to a flawed candidate in Pennsylvania. And he has conceivably turned a Democrat year, into a year where a recycled septuagenarian has a realistic chance of winning.
And Obama still has the good old wrong reverend Wright yapping his ass off all weekend. Even today. I guess Jeremiah Wright doesn't see how his rage and hatred comes off to the general public.
If Obama and his staff can't see that Wright is radioactive, then it is further proof that Obama cannot be president.
Yes it seems like an eternity since the heady days of early March. We thought (yes, that includes me) that we had found a different kind of leader. We thought that we had found a person who would genuinely attempt to unite fractious Washington.
Instead, we got stuck with a one-trick pony. We have a politician who can exude lofty tones but in reality is another conniving politician.
Speaking of Barack Obama, Jeremiah Wright told Bill Moyers, "he is a politician. He does what a politician has to do. I do what a pastor has to do"
Well, well, well, so Obama just tells us what he needs to tell us to get elected.
If Obama is only a manipulating and deceiving teleprompter-meister, than his puny resume makes him more suitable for MCing Deal, or no Deal.
Not president of the United States.
By the way, WTF is a "community organizer"?
The Obama campaign has been all over the map on this issue. They have used every conceivable excuse in an attempt to immunize Obama from the Wright fall-out. Everything that is except to specifically denounce Wright himself. Yes Obama has criticized Wright's more flagrant comments but:
-Wright doesn't speak for Obama.
-Wright is not running for president, Obama is.
-30 second sound-bites were taken out of context.
-Obama wa
s not present during Wright's fiery diatribes.
-It's a generational thing.
-Jeremiah Wright is a crazy old uncle
-It's a black church thing.
-It's the Media.
The above are some of the lame excuses put out by Obama himself and his campaign.
For me, the most annoying of these 3rd grader style excuses is the sound-bite bullshit. Yes, just because we've heard tons of sound-bites where the wrong reverend Wright has told us in no uncertain terms what he thinks of the United States and white America in general, we are told we have to hear the speeches in their entirety.
BULLSHIT.
What if we were told that anti-semitic excerpts from Hitler's Mein Kamph were taken out of context, that we would need to read the entire book?
See what I mean?
Everyone who has seen and heard Wright's crap (even today) knows exactly what he was saying. There is no ambiguity in any way. Wright is a black separatist, a bigot and he despises his country. Wright is also the leader of the Christian wing of the Farrakhan movement. Weird sounding as it is, there is other way to describe it.
As for Obama, he may or may not truly believe Wright's bullshit. We can never truly know for sure.
But what we do know for sure is that Obama was not reviled by reverend Wright's pathetic views. He did not leave that church years ago when it would have counted.
A president must be the the nation's cheerleader-in-chief. When he represents our country to foreign leaders, he must be America's number one fan. And he must be convincing at it.
But with reverend Wright and Bill Ayres in Obama's past, it makes ya think. When you throw in the fact that he demonstrably refuses to wear the flag pin on his lapel AND will not put his hand over his heart during the anthem it is clear why even the Democrat base will not support him. And if Obama can't convince the Democrat base, who can he convince? Certainly not the electorate in November.
He even made Hillary look sympathetic. OUCH | |
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| Bretsie through the Looking Glass |
Apr 13, 2008 7:24 pm
5201 Views | The April Fool's joke Bret Bretpanzrr played on me seemed to stick with me. Bret fed me and the guys in the twinks chat-room a phony baloney story about JD (bret's bf) getting caught doing the nasty with some hired-hand twinkster. And I fell for it.
Bret, feigning anger and fury, told me he was on his way to New York because he was moving out on JD. I was more concerned about Bret doing something rash that he might later regret so I tried to calm him down.
I told Bret maybe he didn't have his contacts on and JD was actually giving CPR to a cow or something.
It didn't work.
The next thing I knew, I was standing at the Port Authority Bus Terminal as the IoWay-Trailways bus was pulling in.
I watched as the people stepped off the bus. One woman had piglets in her arms and her little son had a cage with chickens in it. She asked the Port Authority cop where the farmer's market was. He told her there was a haitian festival going on in East New York, Brooklyn and that livestock always fetches a good price for their voodoo ceremonies.
From where I was, I could see that the center aisle of the bus was in fact Strewn with saw dust for the comfort of the passengers.
Then in the corner of my eye, I spotted him. It was Bret a handsome country boy wearing the cutest straw hat and blue gingham shirt. And even in those overalls, I could make out an impressive bulge. Well either Bret is hung, or he had a piglet hidden in his pants.
Bret looked at me with a smile and handed me a jug of that famous Iowa maple syrup. I put it down so I could hug the boy and welcome him to the greatest city in the world.
After we greeted each other, Bret surveyed the scene and gasped, "look at all those people down there. They look like ants from here". I told him, they were ants and they were heading for the jug of maple syrup.
We had prepared our guest room for Bret's visit and I called my mom to tell her that Bret had arrived safely. I told her about the livestock on the bus and my mom wondered where she would find a sack of saw dust in the middle of Manhattan.
I told Bret that I had bought the best, runniest, smelliest brie I could find in honor of his visit and that my mom had spent hours making awesome raw eel sushi for him. But for some reason Bret insisted on seeing some sights first.
We got to the car and I put Bret's "luggage" in the trunk. Well, it was actually a burlap sack that had Acme Feed Co. printed on it. Since we were already on 42nd St., I decided to take Bret to see the famous "crossroads of the world", Times Square. As we were stopped at a traffic light Bret screamed, "look, my first sighting of a New York drag queen". I told Bret to relax, It was just Barbara Walters walking her dog.
After gawking at the lights and sights of the Great White Way, Bret asked me to take him to Central Park South of all places. He wanted to see the world famous Plaza hotel. When we got there bret stepped out and took in the atmosphere. The beautiful park before us. The gorgeous edifice of the Plaza building itself. And the elegant handsome cabs that take hotel guests or any tourists on rides through the park and around mid-town. The hotel even has personnel who scoop up any horse manure that might make the area look "untidy". Suddenly I heard the sound of a horse peeing on asphalt. I turned an saw Bret whizzing. When he finished I told bret he could get in trouble in the middle of Manhattan doing such a thing. He said he went by the old Iowa tradition that allows public urination wherever livestock is.
Bret always made jokes in the chat-room about various guys (mostly me) peeing off balconies, bridges or anywhere other than in a bathroom.. So I figured since he had an empty bladder, it would be safe to take him to the top of the Empire State building. Bret didn't pee off the observation deck but he did ask a tour-guide if someone tinkled, would it evaporate before hitting the ground?
From atop the Empire State building, I could here the sound of an airplane in the distance. After a short while we could make out that it was one of those old fashioned bi-planes. Bret got on one of those viewer thingies that work when you put money in it and aimed it at the plane. He could read, "Acme Crop Dusting Co. Dubuque, Iowa" printed on the side. It was a two-seater and the passenger stood up and peed out of the plane. The plane was towing a sign that had the letters JD LOVES BRET printed on it. I asked Bret if he recognized JD through the viewer. He answered yes, "I'd recognize that penis anywhere".
Yes, it was JD and he had come to get his man back. Bret and I raced down to ground level as the pilot was landing the plane right in the middle or 34th St.. JD motioned to Bret to hop in as the pilot was revving the engine so he could take off in mid-town Manhattan. I stood among the crowd waving as they took off and headed west an into the setting sun.
As I was pondering what had happened in the last few hours I could hear strange music playing. It sounded familiar. It was the theme song to Little House on the Prairie. I had fallen asleep at my PC and had left the TV on.
Bret was never in New York. He was safe at home in Iowa with his boyfriend. It was Bret's April Fool's gag that got my mind playing tricks on me.
But I hope that someday Bret and JD do in fact come and visit. Especially when I get my own place here. It would be so cool.
"We'll trip the lights fantastic, on the sidewalks of New York".
Now if I can only convince Bret to use a restroom. | |
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| Spring Break un-LTD |
Mar 23, 2008 2:33 pm
5077 Views | This was my first real spring break (sb). I had a sb last year, but I spent it with my rents in Bermuda. And in case you don't know, spending sb with your rents is an oxymoron. Which means that although Bermuda is awesome and my parents are cool, combined, they are not conducive to letting out the sow. If ya know what I mean? hehe.
This year two of my buds and I decided to go cliche and do Fort Lauderdale. I am so glad I did. The whole thing was a major blast. I know for those not in the age group, this kind of "leisure" activity is nothing but mindless depravity.
But hey, what wrong with some occasional mindless depravity? LMAO
Contrary to popular belief, I and most of the students I know don't get to party as much as you might think. I didn't say we don't party at all. But college life is usually not an endless reenactment of Animal House. Well, maybe it is----sometimes. LOL
Anyways, we spent a week in a furnished apartment in Lauderdale-by-the-sea, a gorgeous beach community on the barrier island due east of the city of Ft. Lauderdale.
If you've heard that Ft. Lauderdale is pretty raucous during sb, well-----you heard right. It's pretty wild. The cops are out in force with the city swollen with thousands of under age drinkers. They deal mostly with kids who couldn't handle their first experience with un-supervised "entertainment". The police presence and chaos, reminded me of the Republican Nat'l convention in NY in '04.
On a more erotic note, most of you may know that Fort Lauderdale is one of Florida's two largest gay communities. The other being Key West. This is true through-out the year, except for spring break time. Don't get me wrong, a ton of gay students (like us) come there too. But let's face it, the straights dominate.
But I discovered a major benefit to this. Believe it or not, a ton of buzzed out straight boys look for sex with gays. I know it because I saw it. I saw straight boys head to the dunes or or hotel rooms with gay boys while their GFs slept on their beach blankets. OMG.
Before you ask, no I never got so lucky. But I did have some dorky straight boy hit on me in the most clumsy way you could think of. And before you ask, how the straight boy knew about me, it's because of the two PUSSY QUEENS that I had on each side of me. LMAO
I'm not gonna pretend that I played mother Theresa during this trip. I didn't. All I'll say is that I did the nasty 2 and 1/2 times. The 1/2 time I only got quasi nasty. LMAO.
Just so you don't think the entire week was nothing but sex and drinking, (I only got pretty smeared once) I did do some awesome sight-seeing while I was there. Our trip to a Seminole camp in the Everglades was great. It's all there for tourist etc but still pretty interesting.
Note to anyone in the Twinks room who believed my humor: NO, I didn't puke on a Hyacinth Macaw at Parrot Jungle. LMAO
***UPDATE***
Some of you may remember my blog last October 07, No Shadows. I wrote about the death of our family friend John and the disaster for his son Alex. I mentioned that we secretly planned to take the 1972 LTD John was planning on giving Alex and pimp it for him. Alex had intimated to me that he would love to make a low-rider out of it.
Unbeknownst to Alex, we took the car,(with his uncle's permission) and restored it and converted it into a low-rider with all the bells and whistles. We were planning on surprising Alex after I got back from Florida. The problem was that someone by coincidence drove Alex to my dad's garage/workshop just when the paint shop was delivering the car back to us.
No one was there to see Alex's reaction. No pix. No nothing. SHIT
Ok, ok, Alex was floored and totally LOVES his car, but we all wanted to see it. And I thought maybe it could be interesting to tell you guys about it. Oh well.
It all worked oout pretty well though, even though we didn't get that "reveal" moment like you see on TV.
I gotta say, the car is WICKED. I mean I could do without all that low-rider hydraulic stuff. Hell, I know I can get a car hopping WITHOUT all that stuff. LMAO | |
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