Last Dance With Mary Jane. . .

•June 6, 2008 • 2 Comments

. . .one more time to kill the pain.  Here we are, on the knife’s edge, and our nation still has not surrendered the foolish, solipsistic fantasies of left-wing liberalism.  Too many people still want to be hippies at Woodstock, so high on their fatuous “ideals” that they don’t notice they’re covered in mud and have a vicious case of the clap.  Delusions are fun while they last, but they are indulged at a steep price.  That price is high enough when you’re paying for your own mistakes, but it becomes unspeakable when 300 million other people are saddled with the cost.

It doesn’t take much to be a prophet in today’s America: if one has their eyes open at all, that is.  I am no Merlin, but I remember thinking on the day after 9/11, “This won’t be enough.”  Then, for a time, I thought I was wrong.  I really wish I had been.

So, Obama is the Democratic nominee for President.  The mainstream media and most Democrats are currently convulsing with orgasms brought on by a black man being nominated for the highest office in the land.  As a conservative who actually loves my country—as opposed to liberals who pretend to love America but who almost die of shock at any sign of decency in the U.S.—I am not surprised by such an event.  What vexes me is that such a blatantly unqualified black man is the one to reach that particular milestone.   What has this guy ever, ever done to prepare him to lead the free world (shrinking as it is)?  Swells of emotion and brilliant speaking skills don’t cut it.

As a graduate of several highIy esteemed and selective universities, it always burned and embarrassed me to see obviously unqualified minorities being floated through on the wave of affirmative action.  It burned me because it was unfair.  It embarrassed me because of the way it stained deserving blacks I knew, who made grades and got degrees by working hard and being really freakin’ smart.  But that was school, and as frustrating as it was, no lives were at stake when some kid got a free pass from politically correct admissions officers. 

This is different: it’s the presidency of the United States we’re talking about.  This is no time to elect an affirmative action President, but it appears that America is on the verge of doing just that, and anyone who thinks it won’t happen is kidding themselves. Just watch the salivating throngs at one of Obama’s speeches. 

Ironically, I don’t think for one second that Obama’s previous achievements resulted from affirmative action.  He’s clearly an extremely bright man with a shockingly charismatic personality, and one of the best orators I’ve ever heard (although he doesn’t ever say anything, but still…breathtaking).  When I look at Obama, I see someone who has most definitely earned everything he has up to this point.  The problem is, he isn’t qualified to be President.  Yet he will almost certainly be elected to that office come November.

This is frightening.  America no longer has the option of fucking around; i.e., electing our leaders to punish incumbents, or because someone talks pretty, always thinking we can come out on top in case we vote for the wrong guy.  Iran is thiiiiiis close to getting the bomb.  The rest of the West is in freefall, politically and demographically, under the white-hot pressure of Islamic immigrants who have no qualms about imposing their “values” on a society they rightly judge as on the edge of suicide: a culture no longer willing to defend itself against its challengers.  Mark Steyn is on trial in Canada for pointing out that very fact, which is so far the best proof we have that Western civilization is a conspirator in its own demise.  And we are about to elect Barack Obama President?  One more dance with Mary Jane, but this time, the school gym is on fire. Is this really the time to be electing a token President?

What does Obama think will happen if he conducts condition-free diplomatic negotiations with Iran?  What is there to negotiate with an Islamofascistic regime that swears with every breath that it will not stop until Israel and the U.S. are wiped off the map?  I suggest a reading of the latest by Thomas Sowell: scary stuff.

I’m all for having a black President, if he (or she) has had executive experience, knows something about foreign policy, and hasn’t buddied around with segregationist race-baiters and terrorists his entire political career and then lied about it.  In other words, a black person who might actually be qualified for the job.  In other words, not Barack Obama.  I don’t care how pretty he talks.

Like I said, now is no time to be fucking around and congratulating ourselves for being “tolerant” enough to elect an affirmative action President.  Oh well, time to have a drink.  Spitting into the wind makes a girl thirsty.

Harvard Law School: The New Community College

•May 26, 2008 • 3 Comments

I say that because, if this Harvard Law Review Note is any indication, HLS doesn’t require much from its top students in the way of reasoned, informed adult thinking: just glittering childhood fantasies and a posture of preening condescension.   [Note to non-lawyers: Law Review is supposedly the Winner’s Circle of law school.]

There’s a lot to take issue with, so I’m just going to pick this pathetic excuse for scholarship apart at a few key points.  First: aren’t you required to do, like, research when you write a Law Review note?  From page 20:

Law students may be quick to argue that . . . they face the prospect of enormous debt.  But the point about debt is merely another version of the argument for making lots of money.  Debt is nothing more than a monthly payment–it can thus be thought of as a portion out of your salary.  Suppose you choose a public interest job that pays $4,800 per month.  If you debt payments are $500 per month, then your monthly earnings become $4,300.  On an annual scale, that debt turns a $57,000 yearly salary into a $51,000 yearly salary.

Clearly, the author has never had a real job.  First, debt does not exist only as an index of a person’s ambitions for income, and it is not something that will vanish like a child’s closet boogeyman when the light of “progressive thinking” is shined upon it.  Student loan debt is a huge sacrifice that law students make in order to be a part of the legal profession, and for those of us without an allowance from Mummy and Daddy, debt absolutely dictates many of the career decisions we make. 

Second, there are other expenses to be considered besides student debt.  Since our author is talking about a public interest job, the $4800-per-month salary they’re contemplating ($57,600 yearly) surely must be before taxes.  A person earning $57,600 a year is going to pay about 25% of their income in taxes, right off the top (not counting state taxes).  That leaves our public interest attorney with $44,928 per year, or $3744 per month.

The (Harvard Law Review!) note author then hypothesizes a monthly student loan debt of $500.  In your dreams, bitch.  If you attend a private law school–like, say, Harvard–on loans, you’ll owe at least $1100 per month in loan payments.  I speak from personal, present experience.  So that leaves our hypothetical public interest lawyer with $2,644 per month.

Well, then you have rent, utilities, the inevitable cell phone and/or Blackberry (actual necessities for practicing attorneys), car payment, car insurance, food, and let’s not forget gas/transportation expenses.  Not a lot left after all that, and God forbid our public interest attorney has a family to support. 

So what have we learned from the prim moral lecture of our little Harvard snotnose?  That you don’t have to be very bright to go to Harvard Law School.

Wait, didn’t Michelle Obama go there?   

I Remember This.

•May 23, 2008 • Leave a Comment

“One two three four five, six seven eight nine ten, eleven twelve!”

Right on!

People, Pay Attention

•May 21, 2008 • Leave a Comment

The Queen is about to share with you the greatest onscreen dance scene in the history of cinema.  Yes, the disco prom-night dance of Jamie Lee Curtis from the original “Prom Night.”  Bitches, if you don’t soak in this brilliance that has been given to you so generously, well, you suck.

Fucking amazing.

Idol Finals

•May 21, 2008 • 1 Comment

Damn job.  Damn it.  I missed the first hour.

But I turned it on in time to see my #1 boyfriend, Robert Downey Jr., dancing backup to “Midnight Train to Georgia.”  He needs to stop with his hot ass, that rascal. 

There are two other dudes up there dancing too.  Let me tear my eyes away for just a nanosecond….meh, Jack Black and Ben Stiller.  Get out of my baby’s shot, you clowns.

Carrie Underwood, what are you wearing?  It looks like she raided Andre Leon Talley’s closet but done forgot the pants.  She is singing about being a ho, having a one-night stand with some dude whose last name she doesn’t know.  Et tu, Carrie?  I’m not impressed.

OH!  George Michael singing “Praying for Time.”  He is shady as hell, but folks, that is one amazing song.  Go, George.  If you want a killer performance of this song, go hereThe sound isn’t perfect, but good enough to tell that his vocals are amazing.  It gets insane around 2:40. 

And, the results. . . finally . . .

YAY!!!!  David Cook.  

 

Bad News

•May 20, 2008 • Leave a Comment

This article is a little maudlin, but I agree with the general sentiment.  I don’t agree with Senator Ted Kennedy about anything, as far as I know.  But I hate to hear that he has been diagnosed with a malignant brain tumor, man.  I will be praying for him, and I hope everyone else will too.  He’s a stubborn, tough old SOB, so if anyone can defeat such an invader, it would be him.

Yowza! Hillary, We Hardly Knew Ye

•May 18, 2008 • Leave a Comment

Apparently, Hillary Clinton had a little side career going back in her Arkansas days:

In case you were not aware of Stairway to Stardom, well, now you are.  Do yourself a favor: get on Youtube and type in “Stairway to Stardom.”  Hours of fun, people.  There truly is a God, and His fingerprints are all over STS. 

My other favorite STS performance (for now):

Other talented STS performers who have awed and inspired me:

Precious Taft and her devastatingly moving monologue.  “if that child existed now, I’d bash his brains against the god**** radiator!”

Reason to Live” performing “Funky Groove” and giving me—you guessed it—a reason to live

Michelle Sutlovich boogying to “Fame.”  Work that fringe, Slutovich!

The most busted puppet show of all time:  Eileen Heyman

Rich Halke trying to be funny ha-ha about pot smokers in New York, and rocking the shit out of his high-waisted bellbottoms and 70’s hairdo.   No haterism, mind you.  I’d hit it.