How I Feel About That

How Robert Gibbs rolls:

Rosenmontag

Remember how brutal the Rosenmontag floats were towards George Bush? Well the Germans love us now, right?

Actually, they aren't entirely on-board with Obama either.

The top photo seems to show Ahmadinejad sneaking nukes past cowboybama in a Trojan Horse. In the second one, the Raketen Abbau on the briefcase means: dismantling missiles. Not sure who the elf with the valentine represents, but the Statue of Liberty is played by herself.

photos via Daylife

Snomageddon

We've been having great fun around here with made up words: Snomageddon, Snopocalypse, Snowmapalooza... but leave it to NRO to one up me, with: The Four Horsemen of the Obamacalypse

It's attached to a pretty good post, as well. Re: the observation that Obama's inner circle is made up of campaigners, not governors and advisers. (note also, today Robert Gibbs mocked Sarah Palin with notes on his hand.. um, this is the executive branch of the United States?)

Speaking of Sarah too: isn't it amazing how they go after her? Like scared little girls, they are. But there again, the mock and the smear are campaign tactics; they've got no place in governing. Which is the big difference between George W and Barrack H -- George didn't care what was said about him. Or rather, he didn't base his decisions on whether they would be popular or not. You may think he made some bad decisions, but he always did what he thought was right.

Wheel of Infanticide

Via Newsbusters:

"Their choices are up to YOU" is the tagline for the new pseudo-reality show "Bump+." A fictional Web series designed to look like a reality show, "Bump+" follows the stories of three women facing "unintended pregnancies." Their decision as to whether to abort, or bring their babies to term and either put them up for adoption and keep them, rests on the viewers, who weigh in via the "Bump+" Web site. Yes, killing of the unborn has now become interactive entertainment.

Washington Post's Kathleen Parker described the show as "Jerry Springer meets Oprah meets ‘American Idol' meets Dr. Oz meets ... America's conscience." Christopher Riley, the show's co-executive producer it was "inspired" by President Obama's call last year to find "ways to communicate about a workable solution to the problem of unintended pregnancies."

I hate to sound like the crotchety old guy here, but when did we decide that any show you can produce, you should produce? What's next? Would a show about killing the mentally ill sell? Why not a eugenics game along the lines of Civilization, where you eliminate the "defective" members of your kingdom in order to build a race of supermen?

Whatever the intended goal, the effect of a project like this will be to further desensitize the subject. That a show like this could be produced at all is a testament to how desensitized we've become. There is no "bump". Calling a baby a bump is not just a faulty perspective, it's obscene.

Andrea Mitchell Pokes Fun

Andrea Mitchell is just so pleased to be able to make fun of Sarah Palin's use of the ol' hand chalkboard. It seems that Palin had criticized Obama's extensive use of the teleprompter but then was seen to have written three key points on her hand for a tea party speech. She could have used a 3X5 index card, or a teleprompter, but her outline didn't require that much space.

Anyway, Andrea's hi-jinx rise to almost Al Franken levels of hilarity; we can forgive her faulty palm=teleprompter logic.

Can You Find the Dog in this Picture?

Trust me, he's in there. He is employing camouflage that came about through generations of natural selection. It makes him ideally suited for bringing down any antelope that might wander into our back yard.

Over the years, though, the antelope have adapted. Most antelope have left the continent, in search of lands that are free from snow-ninja dogs. That is why my little hunter no longer relies on antelope as prey. He too has adapted, and now hunts mainly coffee table legs and leather slippers.

Ahmadinetar

Why it's all so clear to me now. Colonel Quaritch wants
the land of the Na'vi. And I'm the beautiful Neytiri, fighting
for my people, along with Jake, with whom I have bonded.

...You know, and then we erase Israel from the map.

March for Life

Lumberkid's pictures from the March for Life,

or, as the NYT and WaPo called it: "The March That Wasn't There."

These are just the Catholic kids who got up at 5:00 AM and earlier

to attend Mass. The kid got a seat on the floor this year, woo-hoo!

Some of the media ignored the march. Some pretended to be unsure if there were more counter-protesters than protesters. And some wondered if maybe the crowd was somehow missing the young people. They reveled in their mendacity, unaware that the message they were conveying was: don't trust the media.

Way to go kids. You're my heroes. No, you are.

Snowball Fight, Downtown DC

Republicans and

Democrats engaged in a friendly snowball fight. Some people wanted
custom t-shirts to identify the teams, but that idea was abandoned

when they realized that the Democrats could be identified by the way
they throw. Plus, the Republicans didn't cry when they got hit.

Where's Waldo

Can you find Waldo in this picture? (hint: his lifeless body is under three feet of snow) No, this is actually my back yard. You can see I've taken the precaution of putting protective cushions on the table, barbecue, and hanging plants.

Not only have we shot past 30 inches; this snow seems heavier than most. And it's a real chest-clutcher to shovel -- last night in the twilight I stood on the porch and listened to the intermittent wail in the distance as another, then another, shoveler went down. The cardiac care unit must be standing room only.

The good news is that we've still got power. So I'll find out about it if Obama makes the expected announcement that in order to solve the unemployment problem we should all shovel our neighbor's driveway. Think about it, it's bound to work, it's a no-brainer. (and the president is uniquely qualified to make those kinds of decisions)

CABIN FEVER index: 75 (light to moderate hallucinations, but not talking to the furniture yet)

***Update: Woah, apparently I'm Jonah Goldberg:



I thought I woke up smarter this morning.

Always With the Fortissimo

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The Kiss

I like most posts to have a picture for the people who don't feel like reading right now. Those are the people who aren't reading this, so I suppose they'll never know, huh? Or maybe for the people who didn't feel like reading but will be drawn in because they want to know why I'd put up a picture of the prez. Sorry I don't have more to post -- I haven't been doing my usual image searches because of storm prep duty.

Which, btw, we're epic ready for the epic storm. We've got the recommended pallet load of bread and an entire boxcar load of epic toilet paper. Now we just sit back and epic wait. I've got the shotgun by the door, just in case a neighbor should run out of toilet paper and go Mel Gibson on us. I'm not sure why we're supposed to eat lots of bread; I can tell you from past experience that it won't ward off cabin fever.

Plus I've got lots to read. For those of you trapped in the Northeast, may I recommend Mark Twain's Sketches which I found on a recommendation from my brother. (the best of it is On Political Economy, which is so funny I'll reread it from time to time)

Current Event IQ

Take the quiz

Three guesses as to who did better, Repubs or Dems.
I'll bet the Dems think they did better though.

Also Wrong Somehow

Also, can't say exactly why it's wrong. There will be trouble at the Dairy Queen tonight.

h/t: OG

Cookies

An elderly man lay dying in his bed. In death's agony, he suddenly smelled the aroma of his favorite chocolate chip cookies wafting up the stairs. He gathered his remaining strength, and lifted himself from the bed. Leaning against the wall, he slowly made his way out of the bedroom, and with even greater effort forced himself down the stairs, gripping the railing with both hands. With labored breath, he leaned against the door-frame, gazing into the kitchen.

Were it not for death's agony, he would have thought himself already in heaven: there, spread out upon racks on the kitchen table and counters were literally hundreds of his favorite chocolate chip cookies.

Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of heroic love from his devoted wife, seeing to it that he left this world a happy man? Mustering one great final effort, he threw himself toward the table, landing on his knees in a rumpled posture. His parched lips parted -- the wondrous taste of the cookie was already in his mouth, seemingly bringing him back to life.

"Stay out of those," she said. "They're for the funeral."

A Correction, a Monkey, and an Identity Crisis

Man vs Nature

You can jump to about the 50 second mark for the misfortune and violent quackery.

Federal Contracting

Drudge has a link to a advertisement of an IRS solicitation for shotguns. (which doesn't surprise me, it's for the CID people) Though, yes, next audit I'll try to remember the body armor.

Anyway, I can beat that one: I just got a request for quotes on the job of burning narcotics. Sure, you say, somebody has got to burn them. But look at the amount per year:

Provide a quote to destroy approxmitaley 215,000lbs of narcotics. Approximately 210,000lbs Soft narcotics and 5,000 lbs of hard narccotics. the government intends to establish a five year BPA Provide a per pound quote for destroying hard narcotics:soft narcotics include but not limited to cocaine, heroin, and methamphetamine, 1 EA

002 provide per pound quote for destroying soft narcotics: hard narcotics include but not limited to ecstasy, hash, khat, marijuana, and steroids 1 EA

003 Year One: Provide a per pound quote for destroying hard narcotics:soft narcotics include but not limited to cocaine, heroin, and methamphetamine, 1 EA

004 year one: provide per pound quote for destroying soft narcotics: hard narcotics include but not limited to ecstasy, hash, khat, marijuana, and steroids

No, I won't provide a link; because, hey, you'll just embarrass yourself if you offer to burn "only a trunk-full".

Just Doesn't Seem Right

I Don't Have to Outrun the Bear

A classic example of: I don't have to outrun the bear; I just have to outrun you.






I have no clue how the confrontation ended, but it'd be interesting to know what was said between the two humans afterward. I can see myself falling back on, "Help you? I was yelling you encouragement. What more do you want?"

All the Violent Images in One Place

Things went downhill fast in the absence of Jim Henson's steadying influence.

It seemed like a good idea at the time.

Another bad idea.

Obviously the work of a cereal killer.

The Trial of Geert Wilders

It's one of those I-wish-I'd-thought-of-that photoshops. This one is done by Baron Bodissey, not me. For the most part it's Christiano Banti’s 1857 painting “Galileo Facing the Roman Inquisition.” Course, Galileo is gone; it's Wilders on trial. And he didn't clash with Ptolemy, but with political correctness. He stands accused of Islamophobia.

You can read about the parallels between Galileo's Trial and Geert's Inquisition in the Fjordman article over at Gates of Vienna.

Regional Plagues

Peregrine eyed James Taranto noticed:

"The Middle East is obviously an issue that has plagued the region for centuries"--Barack Obama, Jan. 29

What's Wrong Rip?

Ok, let me get my gun and stop by the bank, then well party.

Rip Torn, perhaps the most awesomely named actor of all time, is in hot water again.

Upgrade

Well, it's an upgrade from my HP notebook; which came with a bad power jack, and is now only usable with dry-erase markers.

Can this be Right?

Remember the outcry when Obama was going to address every school-child in the nation? There was such a showing of distrust that he really did have to make it a harmless "do good in school, try hard, and prosper" kind of speech. Now, according to Pamela Geller, he's trying again with the older students:

Obama is using our public school system to recruit for his Alinsky-inspired private army. Organizing for America is (and I quote) recruiting in our high schools to "build on the movement that elected President Obama by empowering students across the country to help us bring about our agenda" ............of national socialism.

The Ohio High School is Perry Local in Massillon, Ohio.

This is incredible. And evil. Suffer the little children -- enlisted like SS youth. This is no accident. Obama is poisoning our public school system. He acts as if it's his own private breeding farm. Once again academic learning and achievement is hopelessly abandoned, and supplanted by radical leftist activism from the leftwing Alinsky indoctrinators in the perversepublic school system.

Children must be advised to expose this ugly propaganda. Children must tell their parents how they are being used and manipulated. Parents, warn your kids. Better yet, home school.

Check out the recommended reading list page 4:

* Rules for Radicals, Saul Alinsky
* The New Organizers, Zack Exley
* Stir It Up: Lessons from Community Organizing and Advocacy, Rinku Sen
* Obama Field Organizers Plot a Miracle, Zack Exley, Huffington Post
* Dreams of My Father Chicago Chapters, Barack Hussein Obama

I don't have a problem with volunteering. Our high school requires it, in fact. But there's a big difference between cleaning up at the Veterans Home and organizing rallies in support of government programs. This is a misuse of the school system.

I suspect though, with Obama's supporters dropping like flies buzzing past Rosie O'Donnell's armpit, this program will face more opposition than support. I even updated their poster for them:

Touchy Goalie

As a goalie, the panda was pretty tolerant, allowing most goals. If hit
by a ball though, he would usually maul or eat the perpetrator.

A Call for Help - Let's See a Cat do This

Ruf-Ruf, Rooo, Ruffa Ruffa Roo, Arrr-arr Roo
(Timmy's down the well again)

via

At the pre-Grammy Party

Jane Fonda at the pre-Grammy party with her
escort, "the only guy who would take me."

Future Fone

Yes, it's true: in the future, our ears will be two inches
higher on our heads. We'll all wear party hats, and we'll
have more cuffs than we know what to do with.

most of these old images from: here

Turtle Wax

I had always assumed they called it turtle wax because it was
made from turtles. I imagined giant rollers and huge presses;
working through the night to wring out the precious wax.

Just a Matter of Chance

It wasn't until the line stopped that the women began
noticing the amazing coincidence. Soon they realized
that every one of them had the same handbag.

Knowing History

Nancy Dringus, known as The Boxing Widow, was known to have
defeated men twice her size. Asked the secret of her success she
revealed, "I train hard, plus, I keep a roll of quarters in each glove."