Lost in a lost world
YouTube direct link/URL (slow audio start up ... seven seconds).
Caught a glimpse of el stoo-peedo hizself, duh Bart Stupak. On the tube for a moment, this a.m.. Taking wild, idiotic, random pot shots ... at BP (had to pull my eyebrow off the ceiling). Ostensibly, to restore a modicum of dignity to his completely worthless existence. The one sans any self respect, or integrity. He, on a mission, attempting to locate one shred thereof. But alas, tis mission impossible. His integrity, dignity, and self respect ... having departed at lightspeed for the furthest unknown reaches of the galaxy (on 3-21-10). Kinda like Manson, going before the parole board, with that swastika carved in his forehead [if one squints they can indeed see Bart's fresh, single needle tatt on his forehead ("666")].
Every libturd convenience store (MSM), peddling the Joo as genocider meme (three for a dollar). Until their arms cramp up (while) ferociously chokin their (shrieking) chickens. Embracing the caliphate view, with wild inexcusable abandon. After Khalid Sheikh Obama himself, openly shats upon the Western, Judeo-Christian ... civilized world. And smilingly, droolingly bows unto the Islamist one (slurp). Leading the growing sickening chorus, that attempts delegitimization of the State of Israel (when he pauses long enough to take that mooselimb salami out his gape).
Insane. Evil is here. And this is what it looks like. Though ever so strangely ... possibly someone did slip the odd member uh duh libturd nation, a sip of coffee ... a slug a'joe. As summa Dem now don't feel a quiver of compunction, in criticizing. Commandant Sitzpinkler's (non) handling of the blowout well, in the Gulf [long been no surprise to us (readily apparent to the reality non-challenged), that he's an imbecile of staggering proportions]. Obviously, some on the left have just now caught scent, somehow ... inexplicably bumping into a whif of the morning brew).
138 calendar strikes ... until Judgment Day. As we fight back the onslaught, the wholesale destruction of America. Our economy teeters. The world economy same. Our's, soon to be even more bruised, even more battered. Because of Bambi's criminal ineptitude, incompetence, and indifference to the oil disaster.
With each lie MSM promulgates, each base wanton attack … on the truth. We inch ever closer … to Hades. Every single continuing bodacious falsehood, told bout SB 1070, the HCR bill, and Iran’s attempts to break the military blockade of Gaza. Is another lick, another flame, of the inferno. Proudly ignorant. Willfully indifferent. They ... no longer even trying ... for truth. At all (response to commenter Jewel).
I am afraid. I am frightened. A little over five months out now, until November 2. I know not with certainty, what will transpire that day. For it now seems the election may even possibly be a pink elephant? Sadly, simply, there really may be nothing left to save, when we get there.
So many plates a'spinning. So many uncorked, running chainsaws ... a'juggling. Greater disaster is at hand, is near, is close. Whether the world does spin completely, totally out of control? Conflicts in the atomic are expanding ... exponentially. Thousands upon thousands of uranium enrichment machines in Iran, are spinning ... centrifically. All the while Khalid Sheikh Obama's words and actions, lend soothing comfort to the global jihad.
The question is, will we actually check the cowards and traitors among us? They who actively, vigorously are destroying America. Sticking a hardened steel blade, in her back. Embracing the caliphate, while still covered in the warm sticky blood of America. I know not. For I am lost ... in a world that itself may yet be lost.
Stock up your larder. Do it. Canned goods, water, negotiable instruments (read: gold), fuel, emergency supplies, healthy quantities ... of small bits of lead. Check your foundation, reinforce as needed to trust your bulwark's ability to sustain. Should the world's imbalance, actually break its axial restraint.
For real. No joke.
Only time will reveal the extent of the damage. How massive (though the hemorrhaging is unmistakable). What be the true scope of the madness? That hath taken over, now smothers, is snuffing out ... elective, representational, Constitutional government. Here. Right here. In these United States of America.
One hundred and thirty eight days.
Where I once championed the concept of enjoying (truly), a bottle a Cali bubbly. Whence we retake Congress ... or the Supremes (on whichever day) slap that (smelly fookin) maggot all the way back ... to Mombasa. Or Colonel Lakin prevails, or Kagan's dangan sees the light of day (good luck with that). I no longer have even an imagined taste for such. I am angry and I am pissed.
Should we perchance cross any of the multiple thresholds, unimaginable. All bets will be off. In the ever greater enveloping madness and insanity, anything now is possible. And with each thumping we take, it does become ever harder to hold on. I'll wait. One more day. Then one more. And another. Until I can look sweet dear Lady Liberty in the eye, on that day. Just one more time. And check for any signs of life. Her troubled, labored gasps now weigh so heavily upon.
The party of no? On November Second .... we'll be the party of Hell No, F*ck No, and Never Again! That is ... if we even make it that far. As my spirit ebbs, futility taunts me. And Chucklehead? He goes to the beach. Again.
Tomorrow? ... Our mooselimb chieftan likely will regale us with tales (and pics) of his soggy, drunken NBA Finals viewing party (how bout those Lakers).
I can hardly wait.