Day by Day
Friday, December 05, 2008
So, this national visitor's center, which opened late and three times above it's budget, can't even get the national motto correct. Is anyone surprised? Anyone? Hell, no.
This is the government that can't even run a whorehouse and make a profit. OK? Got it? THE UNITED STATES GOVERNMENT CANNOT SELL ORGASMS AND MAKE MONEY. The sheer level of incompetence shown by our "elected" officials is staggering when you actually think about it.
A center dedicated to Congress couldn't even get the National Motto right. I think they should have left it as it is. Let it be a monument to the fuck-upedness that is Congress.
But I'll leave you with an Open Letter to a Democrat Majority.
Found at Og's place. Enjoy the rest. I'll be off then!
It never really occurred to me before just how many of you have never hit a lick in your lives; never done one hour’s worth of honest work, never gotten your hands dirty, never actually earned a paycheck by the sweat of your brow. You go right into some liberal-arts ivy-league college straight out of high school, usually on your parents’ money and grants of OUR money in student loans, which will probably not get paid back. Then, fresh out of college, you head right for Washington, and find the tit on that government sow that has your name on it, and there you cling for the rest of your natural life.
You have made a very lucrative career of taking our money, telling us it’s for our own good and that it will go to help those less fortunate, then sticking it in your pockets, doling out little dribbles here and there to keep those “less fortunate” as miserable as possible–and just smart enough to blame US for their misfortunes. You have all amassed personal fortunes on our backs, through the sweat of our brows, and you never even said, “I’ll call you in the morning,” while you rifled OUR retirement funds.
Wednesday, December 03, 2008
Today was almost as bad. Tomorrow is more of the same. Bear with me, please.
Government officials lecturing anyone on ethics, greed or financial responsibility is as laden with irony as the latest appropriations bill is with pork barrel spending.(.......)
So in a show of good faith, I would like to see our federal leaders take the lead in fiscal accountability by refusing to accept a salary until, as they've demanded of the automakers seeking a bailout, they can demonstrate a plan to bring their enterprise into the black and repay their debt. Until then, Congress should just be grateful that, like the fat cat executives that they castigate, their pay is not determined by their performance, and avoid drawing undue attention to the fact with their hypocrisy.
Monday, December 01, 2008
I headed up the back stairs, and waiting for me at a table in the upper deck were the two contractors I had arranged to meet the night before. Full disclosure: I'm not a big "contractor" guy. I'd been jacked up by DynCorp-employed Iraqis on a dark night in a Baghdad alley, and slept beside Blackwater boys and their guns on a floor in the floods of New Orleans. It's just this little thing I have about apolitical military might for profit. Call it irksome. Call it what you will, but a source is a source. We exchanged greetings by way of grunts. I took a seat and ordered Johnny Walker Black. It had been years since I ordered Johnny Walker Black. Pathetically I might have wanted to be one of the boys for a moment. They ordered a bubbly water a piece, and it was on. I was Al Capone, motherfucker, and they were a pair of Perrier pansy John Wayne's. "Whatcha got for me?" Uninterestingly, they turned out to be a couple of gents, South African though they were. In practice, their job in Venezuela was logistical. One, organized the patrolling of waterways by their company, contracted by the Venezuelan government to aid in drug interdiction. The other strategized jungle patrols on the Colombian border. We talked about a lot of things, and a lot of parts of the world, as I tend to do when indulging Johnny Walker Black. But here are the highlights: Neither one of them liked Chavez a bit. Whatever personal politics they might have had were far to the right of my peripheral vision. Chavez just wasn't their kind of fellow. But the jungle patrolled said straight out, "I'll tell you this about Chavez though. Of all the countries we've worked for, this government is by far, the most serious about drug interdiction." I said, "What's the bad news?" He said, "Chavez won't last a year." "What do you mean?" I said. "He's too radical. We've seen it before." "Seen what before? I said. "They'll kill him." "They?" I said. He reached across the table, took a sip of my Johnny Walker Black, smiled, and pointed directly at me, the Americano at the table.That's all [sic]. Dude doesn't like paragraphs.
Click to "read it all" at HuffPo:
Sean Penn: Mountain of Snakes
Sunday, November 30, 2008
I’m sure that Obama, whatever he said during the campaign, will play this smart. He has to avoid giving Iraqi leaders the feeling that Bush did — that he’ll wait forever for them to sort out their politics — while also not suggesting that he is leaving tomorrow, so they all start stockpiling weapons.If he can pull this off, and help that decent Iraq take root, Obama and the Democrats could not only end the Iraq war but salvage something positive from it. Nothing would do more to enhance the Democratic Party’s national security credentials than that.
IF OBAMA PULLS IT OFF? O-FUCKING-COMMUNIST-BAMA! Mr. "THE SURGE HAS FAILED!" Obama! Mr. "WITHDRAW AND SURRENDER NOW!" OBAMA!
WHAT! THE! FUCK!
I'll let Confederate Yankee fill you in on the details. I'm so disgusted right now I don't know what to say. After trying and trying and trying to drown the US military in defeat, now the New York Fucking Propaganda Whores are trying to credit O-Fucking-Marxist-Traitor-Bama with victory in Iraq.
They are the enemy. They must be destroyed.
Kim du Toit has put his heart and soul into his blog for several years, and I challenge anyone to find me any blogger that has affected more people in a positive way that the du Toit's. Today is the last day that he'll be blogging.
I truly hope that he enjoys his retirement, and I wish he and his family the best. Happy trails, Kim.