It's always darkest ... before the dawn.
So many links this morning. So much hardcore news. How can one keep track? How can one cope? Easy. Real easy.
In six months.
SIX
6
Ess eye ex.
We're going to retake America.
From out the hand of the foreign born mooselimb traitor. From out the hands of his supplicants. From out the hands of the corrupt felonious criminals, who give aid and comfort to those attacking from within. Destroying this dear, cherished country of ours. Lending support to those who attack our allies.
And completely out the hands of the traitor media. No one's buying King Hussein's camel sh*t anymore. At any fookin price. No one's swilling MSM's presweetened KoolAid anymore. And sooner than not, we're going to show that stinkbug the door. C'ya ... bbbuhbye. So long. Arrivaderci. Sayonara. Adios.
US: Iran strike 'off table' for now. (Via Basil)
What is there to say?
Cat got your tongue?
Speak up ... Bambi, we can't hear you!
Mumble mumble mumble: Would the U.S. Shoot Down an Israeli Jet? Ummm ... uh ... uh ... you won't say. (Also via Basil)
I can almost hear you now Chucklehead. But maybe if you take that Pale swizzle stick out of your mouth?
Dude, you're still mumbling.
Kill the Jew?
I thought that's what you said.
I can hear you perfectly now. You say you have to go to the bathroom?
De do do do, de da da da
Is all I want to say to you
De do do do, de da da da
How umm poetic. Catchy beat even. Wow, I deen't know you wuz a stylin wrappa. Second verse? Sure, go ahead, we're here for ya Mad Mumbler ... go man go. Play that funky music.
And a one and a two and a three ...Violent racist white nazi homophobic trash.
Dude ... that was like so suhweet! Where you from man? Where'd you get them mad skilz? Honolulu? You sh*tting me man. Not really? Oh ... I thought so. From Douchebakistan? Wow, where's that at?
In the land of sunshine, lollipops and rainbows.
Cool. I bet they got unicorns and all kinds a sparkle ponies there too, am I right?
And you say everyone lives happily ever after?
Like wowza Bomma, you're the greatest President ever!
posted by AnechoicRoom at 11:38 AM
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The funny part is that when I wrote about Bill O Reilly on the last post I was thinking that its darkest before dawn. If you had that thought, too, maybe it is true. I was thinking it because I can't remember the last time OReilly or Beck have mentioned anything negative about muslims, and how they barely mention Israel.
When unreality becomes the norm, even the most sane among us, question our very existence. One, over at Dan's a week or two ago, had pretty much already thrown in the towel. Saying he didn't even think it worth bothering to vote [yeah, I gave him a blast with both barrels (but only rock salt of course)].
There are forces at work, in play. Unknown, unseen. And the overall complexity startling.
And likely we'll lose more along the way.
But every man, every woman, every older child. Who marches into that voting booth. On November 2.
Is a hero.
Nothing is free. Not even freedom.
Though I cannot predict on which day the dam will break? Which hour or minute. I will be prepared [going to go tomorrow to buy a bottle of Champagne (Cali/Schramsberg of course)]. So that when that moment arrives. In that singular millisecond. Without any further effort.
I will be one with the world (note to self: check vid capability/quality of used cheapie didge cam, bought on the Bay. Before recording my very first YouTube video, of me singing Tiny bubbles).
And would encourage all Americans, to get their inner auteur on [say a vid of y'all Dancing in the Streets (cue Martha and the Vandellas)].
Eyes on the prize. The greatest gift ever known. This country of ours.
America.
Good day to you Elmo. Thank you. You have whimsy in your words and it keeps me smiling. I tend to be more serious. Sometimes that is a good thing and other times not so much. I am a fighter and once I lock on, I don't let go and that can go either way at times too LOL Someone talked about a catchy song for the Tea Party the other day and decided I needed my own personal song so have been searching... listening to a bit of doo wop in between... and I found it. It isn't one for the TEA Party, just fits me to a T tho... Jethro Tull... Broadsword. Bring me my broadsword and a cross of gold as a talisman. They will not win, not this time if I have anything to say about it period end of discussion.
As for you, I want to thank you for just being you and bringing some balance to my seriousness. *hugs* JJ
Wow. Thank you for that site. I believe that a court martial might be a good way to find out the truth. There is something that Obama does not want known, and discovery might show it. Pray for that doctor. Pray for America, too.
It's so easy to get lost in despair. So easy to fold one's face in their hands. I see it all the time. I see it everyday.
People who openly express no interest in current political goings on. And in such no inkling, no understanding. Of the truly grave danger we face. The peril and jeopardy, the acid bath the hellions are readily dissolving America in. And would rather sit and contemplate their navels. Than the horrors that are befalling us.
Each day, I try. Each day I make an effort. But each day, I let go. I go to sleep with a smile. Cheered. For how could I sleep, if I did not try. If I did not believe in doing so.
I now not care if we win, or lose. It is beyond me. It is completely out of my hands. I only care if I did my part. Have I failed myself? Have I failed my country?
I can look myself in the mirror. I can smile. I can bathe in the glory of freedom. For I'll not watch my country being destroyed, upon my knees.
I shall stand. I shall be counted. I shall be heard. As we all shall. All America. In these times of darkness. Times of despair. Times of evil and wickedness.
And we shall pickup any implement at our disposal. Any tool at hand. That we may smite this desecration. That we may smother this conflagration. Snuff out this contagion. Destroy its heart. Crush its spirit. Smash it into nothingness.
We remain undaunted. Though battered, our spirits bruised, and our minds blistered. It is of no consequence, our misery. They cannot claim our souls. Cannot take them. We will not surrender them. We will never.
We will not turn. Will not cower. We will not bend. Will not give up. We Will look them in the eye. Will stare down the devil his very self. With the ferocity of righteous eternity. We have been called. We shall answer.
We Shall Prevail. We must. We will.
Oh Elmo, Elmo... don't ya know that keeping a light heart and a smile are for naught? How delusional you are? The Midterm Elections Don't Matter. Check it out and have a good laugh :)
http://www.thedailybeast.com/blogs-and-stories/2010-04-22/the-midterms-dont-matter/
What a link ... haven't even started, and already laughing. At Peter's beyond smug mug.
Course, nothing funny bout King Hussein [also in (separate) pic], showing the soles of his filthy hooves, to Bibi (that shoulda been many's first clue).
From title:
"But Obama has had so much success that he can afford spending a little time playing defense."
I giss I ain' the hipster I once was (or thought I was) ... cuzz them'z some might strong drugas that foo be on (Geebus).
"Democrats are witnessing the greatest run of policy success of my lifetime. The victories have been so large ..."
Then again, could just be crack. Or as we usta say back in the day ... coke dreams.
"President Obama’s approval ratings, which belly-flopped to less than 50 percent over the course of 2009, have been treading water there ever since"
Treading water? When is sinking like a stone, not sinking like a stone? When you've inadvertently fused your pink contact lenses, permanently. To your eyeballs.
"All of which makes me feel… pretty darn good. There’s a tendency, especially on television ..."
And when those eyeballs are in turn chained to MSNBC?
"... the Democrats’ policy successes are('nt) the reason they’ll get hurt this fall. They’ll get hurt because ... Obama has been president for more than a year, and as a result they now own the terrible economy"
Booosh's fault!
"Republican victories this fall will wreck Obama’s chances of passing legislation in 2011 or 2012. But presidents don’t usually pass big legislation in the latter half of their first term anyway. Most administrations are subject to what political scientist Paul Light calls the 'cycle of decreasing influence'.”
Hmmm, I giss if it looks like, if it walks like a lame duck, quacks like a lame duck ... it must be Tuesday in Belgium! Maybe he's on shrooms? [and having a real bad trip (not uncommon)].
"A president wins election and gains power over Congress, which generally dissipates unless replenished by a momentous outside event (say, the 9/11 attacks)"
Can you kids say the largest, biggest, nastiest October Surprise in the entirety of election history?(Thought you could).
"Even when it comes to the Supreme Court, the conservative cavalry will be too late. In all likelihood, Obama’s second nominee will already be on the bench."
You Peter babe ... that's what we, back here on planet earth, like to call a don't count your chickens moment (b4 they hatch). You say you never heard of that?
How bout don't take the brown acid?
Never heard that one either? Huh.
"This is how our system of government is meant to work ... Congressional Democrats (will) get creamed this fall ... (and) I’ll be thinking ... and pondering (about) what they did right."
Peter Beinart/associate professor of journalism and political science at City University of New York.
Ya just cain't make dis sheet up. Great link JJ, Thanks :-)
It is getting easier just to tell the truth, the unvarnished, unembellished truth, Elmo. The loons can't handle this at all. No longer do we need to debate, to cajole, to plead and to reason with them. They are lemmings headed for the cliff, friend, and the best we can do for them is wave bubbye as they hurtle off.
Reason departed for points unknown, Jewel. Quite some time ago. We are left with pure insanity. Madness.
It will get worse. This lunacy. This rampant delusion. Divorce from reality. The traitor press, resplendent in their spangled fifth column uniforms. Are still crawling from out the depths. The maggots ... still yet feasting, on the soul of this battered country.
While they madly continue to try, to herd even more into the abyss. We stand guard. We stand watch. Unmoved. Without fear or flinch. It not mere politics. Nor mere words. But a war, that is all too real. Against forces of darkness and evil. For survival of an idea so great, so stunningly beautiful, so warm in its' caress of our hearts. A nation, host to a free democratic society.
America.
The battle is joined. And will not end. Until the bastille is destroyed. Every brick. And every f*cking leaf of gold, on the minaret.
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