Sotomayor Defecates on the Constitution
June 16, 2009 at 3:34 pm | Posted in Cultural, Social politics, Videos | Leave a commentLet’s take a basic civics lesson.
The United States Constitution establishes a Separation of Powers devised by the framers of our government to accomplish one primary thing: to prevent the majority from ruling with an iron fist. [This is known as an oligarchy] Because of what the framers experienced with tyrannical Britain, they did not want any one branch of government to be given too much power. As a result, our Constitution has a shared system of power controlled by Checks and Balances.
The Judiciary branch of the United States Government has the power to try federal cases and interpret the laws of the nation in those cases and the power to declare any law or executive act unconstitutional. They do not make laws or formulate policy; they interpret it. (The Legislative branch makes law.)
This is very basic and very simple; and yet, in our day, particularly ignored by activist judges who have apparently decided that the Constitution has more of a roll as a Charmin liner than as arbiter of law. With that in mind, take a look at this video (see below) and observe how disrespectful and nonchalantly Judge Sotomayor comments on the proper role of the Judiciary.
Three factors are plain here. One, most Americans have no clue about what this clip is referring to since they spend more time on Facebook and w
atching CNN then they do actually reading the Constitution even once. Secondly, it shows quite clearly the arrogance of liberals who hate our Constitution with great passion and can’t wait to turn us into a socio-commie hippie village. And thirdly, this entire nomination shows us how once again, just as in the election of Obama to the highest seat in our nation; people are more interested in ethnic victory and gender empowerment than they are about qualification and character. Who cares if she is Puerto Rican and female when she should be living in a socialist country not the United States? As with the President, too many vote with emotion rather than sense.
BUY BLACK, JACK!
May 15, 2009 at 7:26 pm | Posted in Cultural, Humor, Social politics, Strangeness | 1 Comment
Well the racial crisis in America has finally been solved! No, Al Sharpton and Jesse Jackson have not become the Chocolate Messiah’s new ambassadors of benevolence; instead, we have been asked to BUY BLACK.
The Empowerment Experiment is now at hand. Yes, that’s right instead of only buying things from a white owned business which became the trade of choice in the 1950’s, people are now asked to only buy their goods from black-owned businesses. This is a major step forward in race relations, not to mention a clear and concrete way of telling the world that we are indeed color-blind!
According to their website, “The Empowerment Experiment exists because we are not doing enough to support Black business.” Yes I agree. It’s been far too long that the Koreans and Chinese have had the corner on the market in business. Those hard working orientals have enough support, it’s time for us to go black. The Japanese have sushi and automobiles so they’ll be just fine and the Hispanic community, of course, has more yard businesses, maid services, home-remodeling and taqueria work to last another eon. So forget about them. And don’t even get me started with the Vietnamese, they practically own the pedicure world. And Native Americans? Can you say “Reservation gaming” ! ?
Maggie Anderson, one of the movement’s founders, said in Fox News interview , “It’s like, my people have been here 400 years and we don’t even have a Walgreens to show for it.” New Orleans mayor Ray Nagin was ecstatic about the plea for social justice, “This is better than a chocolate city! I think I might weep with glee.”
Let’s circle the wagons and buy black, Jack! It is the least we can do to understand the African-American experience.
Hillarity Vids of Failure
April 24, 2009 at 3:27 pm | Posted in Cultural, Humor, Strangeness, Videos | Leave a comment
There is a rather funny site out there called Fail Blog. Be careful that you don’t get sucked into the infinite YouTube regress of rabbit trails or you’ll never sleep. But at least you’ll be cracking up. Enjoy.
Shelves for Life
April 9, 2009 at 5:53 pm | Posted in Cultural, Strangeness | Leave a commentTags: book shelves, books, cool stuff
So you love your books, right? You, like, Erasmus, when a little money arrives, buy books. The food and clothes can wait.
Well, I’ve got the perfect gift and/or home project for you! Enter, Shelves for Life, a concept designed by William Warren from the UK. You can use this great little book case for your bonded and beloved buddies to live in and then when the grand and mighty hand of God takes you away from this sin-cursed earth you can have your loved ones convert it into your coffin. What an amazing concept.
The shelves are CNC cut in oak veneered plywood to the customer’s measurements.
Warrens explains, “The shelves simply have the potential to be a coffin in the future. We’re all going to die and we will all need a coffin, so why not make your coffin from something you’ve owned and love for years and save your bereaved family having to choose one (and pay for one) at an already difficult time?”
Binghamton Cries Out
April 5, 2009 at 9:33 pm | Posted in Cultural, Social politics | Leave a commentTags: Binghmaton, Cultural, gun rights, shootings
In Binghamton, New York, at 10:30 a.m., Jiverly Wong, a forty-one year old out-of-work Asian citizen from an ethnically Chinese family living in Vietnam decided to murder. Wrapped in a bulletproof vest and armed with a .45 and 9mm handgun, Wong entered the American Civic Association building and began to shoot without a word according to witnesses. In a silent rage he began ending lives at will in what would end up being the death of thirteen unarmed civilians. And what was his motivation? Someone had mocked him for speaking poor English and he was angry about losing his job. In interviews with co-workers and others that knew him, Wong apparently had made threats in the past that involved violent reactions. Did he have a wife? No. Any children to feed? No. He was living with his parents.
The immigration center visitors and workers scattered to closets and the boiler room to escape Wong’s evil assault until SWAT teams could arrive. Then he ended his own life as a murderous coward.
All of his weapons were registered legally proving once again that gun laws do not stop criminals from committing crimes any more than laws against drunkenness stop people from inebriation. We need laws just like we need locks, but ultimately men who seek and destroy as they have done for thousands of years will continue to do so despite the best legislation.
Wong could have easily entered the building wielding two twenty inch machetes severing limb and life. He could have walked in with a homemade bomb and blown the office to smithereens. He chose handguns. What made him murder was the wickedness of his heart, not the choice of his weapon. Nor did any ban or restriction stop him.
Sadly, the vacuous responses flow from those who should be leading rather than offering up fodder-filled clichés. Yes, this event was heart-wrenching and our hearts and prayers should go out to the victim’s families and friends who must now deal with the grief and heartache that comes with such misery and intent. However, they need real answers and civic protection not more rhetoric.
For example, this is part of what President Obama had to say about the Binghamton killings, “We have to guard against the senseless violence that this tragedy represents…” I doubt seriously that he means had the victims all had 
their own self-protection weapons, perhaps someone could have taken this devil out before the body count reached double digits. A cry for more gun control is nothing more than a cry to idiocy and purposed victimization for disarming citizens is no protection against evildoers. If you aren’t convinced, see Kennesaw, Georgia where each head of household is required by law to own and maintain a firearm for self-protection and defense of property – their per-capita crime rate has remained essentially static (and low) since 1983. Criminals don’t like raping, robbing, abducting, or otherwise attempting to assault those who are armed. Imagine that.
If sensibility reigned in our land, this is what the AP story we read online should sound like:
BINGHAMTON, N.Y. (AP) -The gunman, who entered the building at about 10:30 a.m. local time, had two handguns and body armor, the Press & Sun-Bulletin said, citing Mayor Matthew Ryan. He barricaded a back door with his car and walked in through the front, AP said.
Fifteen people took refuge in a closet and 26 fled to the boiler room, the newspaper said, yet six of those taking refuge were armed with their own weapons. Governor Patterson said that had it not been for the ability of these brave citizens to carry handguns more than just one would have died. The assailant, an unknown Asian man, was pronounced dead at 10:50 a.m. after being shot six times by his potential victims.
Spokesperson for the American Civic Association Angela Leach commented publicly that she could not fathom what drove Wong to do what he did. I can. Evil exists in the hearts of men and it is the job and duty of our government to serve and protect us from such wickedness. I pray that the politico towers gain simple wisdom.
Boy, the Way Glenn Miller Played…
March 31, 2009 at 2:37 am | Posted in Cultural, Humor | Leave a commentTags: All in the Family, Archie quotes, Television
As a kid I remember watching “All in the Family” right before dinner time. I can still smell my mom’s fish crackling in the skillet as the sun was heading down the horizon as the all-too-familiar shrill of Edith Bunker’s singing voice rang throughout my house. I would run to the den and crash to the ground, laying on top of the shag carpet propping my head up on my palms and elbows.
In memory of those wonderful days of childhood TV and politically incorrect glory, I’ve collected some Archie quotes. Read. Reflect and enjoy. Those were the days.
“Man was put on this earth to eat meat…The Bible says so dumbbell…I mean look it up will ya? All them old Bible peoples, they was always eating meat; soon as they found out eating apples was wrong…It’s true, on special occasions: goats and lambs. Who the heck ever hear of sacrificing a head of lettuce? You?”
“I never said a guy who wears glasses is a queer. A guy who wears glasses is a four-eyes; a guy who’s a fag is a queer.”
“The only thing that holds a marriage together is the husband being big enough to step back and see where the wife is wrong.”
“God don’t make no mistakes. That’s how He got to be God.”
“A woman doctor is only good for women’s problems…like your groinocology.”
“It’s a proven fact that capital punishment is a well-known detergent to crime.”
“That’s the kind of luck poor Mr. Lincoln had the night he went to the movies….as he sat in John Wilkes’ booth.”
“No bum that can’t speak poifect English oughta stay in this country…oughta be de-exported the hell outta here!”
“They just wanna get rid of us old guys over 50 that’s all, and put us out to pasture. Well I ain’t ready to be pasteurized!”
“I ain’t got no respect for no religion where the head guy claims he can’t make no mistakes. Like he’s, waddya call, inflammable.”
“He made us all one true religion, Edith, which he named after his son, Christian — or Christ, for short.”
“Honor thy parents. That’s one of the Lord’s Top 10 Commandments. That’s right around covetin’ your neighbor’s cattles and wives and there”
Don’t Be So Chipper
March 27, 2009 at 7:09 pm | Posted in Cultural, Humor, Videos | 1 CommentTags: antidepressants, Cultural, humorous, spoofs, the Onion
Given the mad dash to make every human emotion a disease needing another prescription, this video is a breath of fresh air.
[CAUTION: Does contain some profanity]
The Tyranny of the Remote Control
November 30, 2006 at 7:40 pm | Posted in Uncategorized | 1 Comment
I can hardly remember television without a remote control. The only recollections I have are of a big circular metal knob. In between each channel as you turned it was a white noise blast mixed with a distinct clink.
I remember getting cable for the first time and HBO being the gateway for all things not allowed. MTV had real v-jays and not much else – song after song after song followed by a multi-colored astronaut dancing around with a flag. I think somewhere around that viewing option shift I lost sight of the stationary knob. Since then the remote control has lived in my home. I say lived because they seem to have a life of their own.
If I set the remote on the coffee table, it ends up in the kitchen. I place it on the end table and it wakes up under the sofa cushion. Almost without fail wherever he is put he resigns his position and relocates. I’ve checked the remote for any sign of locomotive ability and have come up empty and the family all suffer from amnesia when asked about his GPS.
He also refuses to keep his back. Not only will he move, dance, hide and slide but the cover plate for his batteries disappears too. I think it’s a remote control oath: Within the first week of your new home, ditch the back cover. With it gone we can have fun placing tape over the now loose batteries and giggle and wiggle the metal contacts. The maddening hassle ups the entertainment value.
I thought that the Houdini remote syndrome would be settled when someone bought me a remote control holder caddy. It’s quite nice and can hold six to eight remotes at once. I’m not sure how we acquired all the remotes we have. They seem to multiply at will for their number far exceeds the EDR (electronic device ratio).
I’ve also discovered that the caddy only works if the remotes are put in it. They seem to do well when put to rest there rather than in a foreign location. Somehow the company of other controllers quenches their desire to move.
So, like it or not, the remote control has integrated my viewing regimen. As I’m writing this I’ve noticed that one of my televisions doesn’t even have a way to advance through the fancy electronics and settings without the remote! So if that remote erroneously migrates to a new valley or is kidnapped by another television company’s replacement, I’m fried. Of course there are the generic adoptive friends you can pick up at Wal-Mart to replace the defectors and damaged victims but I’ve never liked the un-coolness of having a nonspecific remote. The tyranny continues.
Linguistic Rashes and the Art of Therapeutic Jargon
September 25, 2006 at 1:15 am | Posted in Uncategorized | 1 Comment
And so it seems as though I’m surrounded. No matter what cavern I descend or mountain peak I climb, enduring abusive therapeutic jargon is my lot. Not only do I find myself on the verge of a syllogistic coma, I must also carry around a tube of vernacular Benadryl to avoid being overrun by a semantic rash.
The word ‘issue’ and its plural variant have infiltrated every conversational crevice from chats and dialogues to blogs and confabulations. There are now issues for everything. They come in all shapes and sizes. There are computer issues and car issues and hair issues and facial issues and behavioral issues and travel issues and political issues and pet issues and issues with issues and social issues and serendipitous issues and client issues and food issues and employment issues and catalytic issues and … [insert ad nauseam here]
The dictionary defines ‘issues’ as “a personal problem or emotional disorder”. I suppose that definition is apropos since I have a personal problem with its descriptive usage. I was first introduced to the term about fifteen years ago through a liberal-minded California dwelling relative who used it in reference to the I’m-working-on-myself therapy bastion of phrases and lingo. Rather than using the word ‘problem’ or ‘sin’ or ‘grief’ or ‘difficulty’ the all-saving generic ‘issue/s’ has taken his throne.
Perhaps one day my spine won’t crinkle when I hear it. Perhaps one day the hives will stop and I can live in peace and harmony with this invasively euphemistic terminology. Perhaps one day I won’t end up spinning on the floor like Curly gnawing on a Jungian lexicon while foaming at the mouth. But until then, I will continue on. I will engage in conversation and chat and joyful banter and do my best to not pass out as issue upon issue upon issue is dealt my way. God help me.
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