Don't Touch My Junk

Reading a post on Greenwald's blog about the "Don't Touch My Junk" guy. The interesting thing is that it takes off from an article in The Nation which essentially smears the guy.

And strongly defends Obama. In reality The Nation has been nothing, but a well kept "leftist" piece of democratic infrastructure since at least 1996. Why do you ask do I say 1996?

Because I remember reading an article which was an attack piece on Dole at the time. The article attacked Dole for waiting to be drafted rather than leaving college and joining and then attacked him for not being appropriately wounded. He happened to get seriously wounded by being hit by an artillery shell (as did most) rather than heroically leading an assault on ........well something or the other.

They also were willing to cut and run on the single payer idea early on.

Oswald Garrison Villard would be very disappointed.

Sunday Animals

Sonny and Ming taking a much needed rest.

Loki with his new stuffed toy.

Loki sleeping with his new stuffed toy. He doesn't want to be separated from it and doesn't trust us not to steal it from him.

Unhealthy Sunday

Sonny after a trim to get the clumps he can't reach because he's too fat.

See.

Convalescing.

Kafka, no Orwell

So we are now being told by the powers that be including the Christian Science Monitor (no fucking link for that kind of shit), that the coup in the Honduras is the perfect example of democracy in action. That the proposed elections would have been an example of dictatorship. Go to Counterpunch over there on the right to find out the truth.

Let's face it the exact same arguments were made about Venezuela back in '02.

So a reactionary Supreme Court held that the coup organized by authoritarian oligarchs was perfectly legal. Thank god that couldn't happen in this country.

Kafka (and a happy birthday to you) meet Orwell.

Fuck 'em All

These are the people I hate with a real passion. No not those in the mob, I mean the ones who write the pathetic articles. I do not mean that in any metaphorical sense nor do I mean that in any literary sense I mean I hate this whiny little shit. I hate his family and I wish the worst luck in the world on him and his. I want his house burned to the ground and the land sown with salt. I want his family scattered to the winds and I want him living by himself under a bridge eating cat food on a good day. I hate all the other people on Wall Street who have been making enormous profits while moving shit around. They make nothing they add nothing to the wealth of this country and they understand nothing except their shit.

Directly from school he apparently went to buying and selling shit. Shit that did nothing except make more money for him and his friends. Fuck him (and his horse). He would have made well over a million dollars a year for the last several years. He would have made at least half or three quarters a million in 2008 before the boom fell. Don't whine to me about the fact that you get a million (at least) in a bonus which you certainly do not deserve.

It should not have to be said, but apparently many miss the fact that auto workers have lost their bonuses but the NYT doesn't print their complaints. Nor for that matter can an autoworker do anything, but take the hit. Nor can the autoworker give over $700,000.00 to a chairty. Lets face it there would be no company if we hadn't poured billions (or maybe a trillion if you count the Federal Reserve) into AIG with apparently little or no preconditions. Unlike with the automakers.

Do not let the door hit you on the way out you ass hole.

Not much again today

Well I was in a training all day. But I want to write a little about a mayor who wanted to and managed to, for awhile, force rape victims to pay for their own investigations. At a somewhat latter time she likes the idea of giving billions to fat cat capitalists who screw up. Nothing of course to the real people who need the money. Those who defaulted on their mortgages.