It has often been said that a Republican or a Democrat would much rather lose to his ostensible opponent rather than suffer defeat at the hands of a rank outsider.  Such seems to be the case developing in the Colorado Governor's race between Democrat John Hickenlooper and Republican Dan Maes.  The rank outsider is Tom Tancredo, erstwhile Republican Congressman and constant agitator against Third World immigrants, legal and illegal alike, who is now in second place and gaining on the favorite.

Right now Hickenlooper is polling between 45% and 40%, Tancredo between 40% and 35%, while Maes is struggling to keep his candidacy from sinking below the 10% level.  Rather than pull out of the race altogether, Maes is striving to play the role of spoiler, hoping to throw the election to Hickenlooper --- for all the votes he gets will be at the expense of the Tancredo candidacy.  The "Tea Party" insurgency continues to discombobulate the hierarchy of the Republican Party.  Strictly entre-nous, any Republican bigwig will tell you in private that he would much rather see a Republican lose to a Democrat than see a conservative, from outside the Republican Party, beat a Democrat.  Any muckety-muck among the Republicans would find this state of affairs absolutely appalling if not downright disgusting!  There is always a next time for the losers in either of the two political parties.  But outsiders are a poison pill on Party Business.  There is always a next time and there is always a constant need to raise lots of money for that next time!  Remember the story of the franchise owners of McDonald's and Burger King who got together to firebomb the little pushcart on the corner that was selling hotdogs at 2 for a buck?  Here's hoping that Tom Tancredo is wearing an asbestos suit that not only wards off incendiaries but also repels elephant stampedes and downpourings of donkey shit!

From the death of Leonid Brezhnev in 1982 to the fall the Berlin Wall in 1989, the electronic organs of propaganda in the Soviet Union were under internal siege.  The information they delivered had become ridiculously unbelievable and the manner in which it was presented had become quite farcical.  In Moscow, a café sport had developed whereby patrons would laugh and jeer at the television set in the corner that was spouting out the latest preposterous claims of the Central Committee, while an incredulous audience would gulp back great drafts of vodka in indignant protest.  Needless to say, Soviet party members, witnessing such grotesque ribaldry, would become nervous at this disrespectful sight.  Once Soviet statements were treated with obedient silence and overt respect, now the latest party claims provoked merriment which had formerly been exclusively accorded to the clowns of the famous Moscow Circus.

In this most Republican of years, Democrats seem to be flopping on verbal banana peels.  In a debate between Susana Martinez (R.) and Diane Denish (D.) for the office of Governor in the great state of New Mexico, Ms. Denish made a rather noticeable faux pas : she charged Ms. Martinez with misappropriating public money while she sat in the chair of County District Attorney. Ms. Denish claimed that Ms. Martinez had taken public monies meant solely for border security “and gave big, fat boners” in an indiscriminate manner alike to friends and family.

Diane Denish is about 10 points behind in most polls.  After her recent utterance regarding Ms. Martinez's sexual proclivities, 10 points behind might very well be the closest she will ever get to her opponent, big fat boners or not!

When all is said and done, the campaigns in this year's national midterm election must be considered to be without much flavor or substance.  The insurgency, known as the Tea Party, has afforded some interest to the proceedings but, again it must be said, this insurgency, within the ranks of the Republican Party, must be considered natural in our present-day political circumstances.

We are all children of 911 and our Darwinian struggle for survival is a process of natural selection dealt to us through the operation of limited choice : it is still either Republican or Democrat; it is still spend wildly until we come up against instant bankruptcy or live in a declining situation of slow bankruptcy -- -- -- in our rush to national suicide. It is the fast gun or the slow knife.  It is to be quick self-murder or a slow opening of the national vein, letting our collective life's blood slowly ooze out.

It would now appear that no False Flag will materialize before November 2^nd.  The Oklahoma City bombing of 1995 and the bombings in Washington and New York of 2001 were meant to save the worthless political hides of Bill Clinton and George W. Bush and his Republicans in the succeeding year’s elections.  Both "incidents" were followed by relentless verbal skeins of propaganda, broadcast ed electronically : with Oklahoma City it was "the right wing militia" movement; with 911 it was Osama bin Laden, who over a period of 18 months, somehow morphed into Saddam Hussein, with the “threat” from Afghanistan changing into the potential “threat” of Iraq.  Without the left wing media being altogether paramount in repeating the horrendous lies of the Democrats and the Republicans, political fabrications might not have been converted into the ultimate political realities of 1996 and 2002 --- for we are still stuck with the lies that Oklahoma City & 911 engendered.

Even though the left-wing media is by no means absent and can still conjure up a bit of the old hocus-pocus every now and then, its ability to work propaganda miracles has been greatly diminished since 2002, thanks to the still increasing power of the Internet.  The transnational media may still be able to send a lie halfway around the world before the truth can get its boots on, but when the truth finally manages to get fully dressed, it can, at the very least, fight back with dignity! It just takes a little more time and that period of time grows ever shorter with the accomplished practice of the righteous.

So if the Dems. seem to be at a loss and all the mud they throw at their political adversaries seems to bounce off and not stick, and their cries for their daddies in the transnational media appear to have a hollow ring and that hollow ring is the sound of dying desperation, then, gentle reader, rejoice in the newly minted and exceedingly sweet fact that calumnies proclaimed by politicians are no longer taken for Holy Writ!  Members of the Jackass Party appear to have the look of drowning men and women this October, looking all confusional and delusional.  But the Pachyderm Party must not take too much delight in Jackass discomfort.  Soon it will be their turn in the proverbial barrel!

With each passing day, it is becoming clearer and clearer what all the folderol over the "banking crisis" of two years ago was all about.  It was merely a cover to keep wealthy bankers and other Wall Street types, who had given substantial "campaign contributions" to federal politicians of both parties, out of orange jumpsuits --- no more, no less.  Not the least scintilla of a thought was given to shoring up the US economy.  The 700 billion + that Congress voted to flush into the coffers of the big five national banks, was but a smokescreen needed to hide the essential fact that the officers these banks had committed grotesque financial crimes which cried out for basic justice, a concept entirely strange to our present-day culture of corruption.

In this morning's New York Times (Click Here), there is a front-page story regarding the fraudulent processing of foreclosure notices : forged signatures and lack of notary verification appear to be the biggest criminal offenses committed by the mortgage firms and the big 5 banks, all seeking to repossess properties in default of monthly payment.  One ranking official of fiduciary trust, charged with reclaiming delinquent property, has admitted to the crime of approving and signing at least 50 foreclosure notices a day without checking on the integrity of prior property deeds and titles.  Mountains of bank paper reveal that signatures on foreclosure notices were either forged or variously applied by separate banking officials using and abusing the same name or alias.

It was ever thus and ever shall be : great crimes unpunished lead to greater crimes still; the day of reckoning is merely postponed, not canceled.  For all the fuss and feathers of two years ago, the storm clouds of national financial ruin continue to gather and cluster on the horizon.  When our national candy store was looted two years ago, the politicians in Washington decided to call up for more candy with which to fatten the friendly thieves.  This policy of rewarding old crime with fresh remuneration is bound to end in tears somewhere along the line.  When that day dawns, the holders of U.S. Treasury securities will kick themselves for foolishly believing in the bad faith and bad credit of the United States.

Beginning in 1930 and ending in 1994, the Democrats lost control of the House of Representatives only twice.  After losing control in the midterm elections of 1946, they bounced back with Truman in 1948; after being edged out in the Eisenhower landslide of 1952, they regained control in the mid-terms of 1954. 

The 12 years they spent in the political wilderness, from 1994 to 2006, were difficult for them and they seemed to have lost their bearings.  Democrats are, after all, a political organization that is made up of many factions.  These factions tolerate each other only so that they may divvy up the spoils from the public treasury when the party comes to power in Washington.  During the eight years of George W. Bush, almost as much taxpayer money was spent as during the five years of LBJ.  Quite an achievement for a "conservative" Republican!  In 2008 the Democrats got their man elected to the White House and they promptly went on an orgy of mindless spending.  And of course they let their factions feed greedily at the public trough, a place where they had expected to be, in their best bib and tucker, for many years to come.

But the Sammy Sosa of steroid-enhanced and corked-bat of Presidents, Barry Spendalicious, would lead his fellow Democrats up the garden path and straight over a political cliff.  The Democrats are used to power, and they are not in the habit of giving it up.  Which is why this seeming docility in the current campaign is so strange.  They are not putting up much of a fight to say the least.  Perhaps they know that their ascension to power in 2006 was in large measure a pathetic sham.  They promised to defund the occupation in Iraq.  They promised to cut back "wasteful" spending.  But when they arrived in Washington in January of 2007, they did the opposite with a vengeance.  It was the steroids of public relations and the corked-bat of media hype that would keep them going on fumes for next two years.  As much as they would like to blame Bush for their disasters, they now have only themselves to blame and they seem to be walking sheepishly to the scaffold of electoral ruin.

The fantasies and hobgoblins of the past seem to be of no further use to them.  When Sammy Sosa was exposed as a cheat, he liked to change the subject and talk about the time when he was so poor and playing ball in the Dominican Republic that he was forced to make a fielder's mitt out of an old rusty milk carton.  He told this tale so often that he hoaxed the editors of the Encyclopedia Britannica, who placed this confidence game against history between distinguished hard covers!

One can only wonder what history will say about the 2010 Congressional Democrats and the flim-flam artist in the White House without a Birth Certificate!  Did they all just manage to steal everything that was not nailed down or did they manage to simply delude themselves and walk, in a state of deep self-hypnosis, through a horrid fantasyland of self-delusion? Only time will tell, but the nation, such as it is, will be left paying the bill for years to come.

That Barry spent $800 billion on jobs of this type in February of last year (with the help of Pelosi & Reid), promising to keep unemployment under 8%, begs the question -- -- -- what happened to all that money or is Barry now just shoveling shit with his gold-plated shovel?

Perhaps what we see is the boomerang effect in full action.  The more Barry shouts about spending money he does not have, the more frightened the voters will become, so after all Barry’s shouting is done, the voters will be ultimately rendered into a state of abject terror!  It is understandable that Barry wants to coax the minuscule Socialist base from its haunts, but it would seem Barry can’t count nor appraise value.  With a little less than 20% of the public wanting to go the full Leninist route and crash the dollar and kill the economy, Barry is hollering into the onrushing wind, to practically little effect and less attention.  More cowbell!  More cowbell!  In Philadelphia they have an even bigger bell at Independence Hall but it's already cracked!

For those who wait, in a state of high expectation, for Barry Spendalicious to have a Denzel Washington, breakdown moment, à la Training Day (“I'm [mother-loving] King Kong!”), that moment will probably never arrive.  But we have a hint of a certain loss of cool from the most prestigious occupant of 1600 Pennsylvania Ave., when he says : “I can't spend all my time with my Birth Certificate plastered on my forehead!”

The problemo is that none of us has ever seen Barry's Birth Certificate, plastered on this forehead or anywhere else on his body.  You don't have to get tetchy, Barry, your Birth Certificate is something that we would really, really, really like to see, just for reasons of simple curiosity.

And while you're at it, why don't you explain to us, we the American Dumbos, why you have felt it necessary to spend more than $1 million, in legal fees, of Democrat Party campaign money to keep it hidden!  This exercise in futility was undertaken strictly as purely diversionary tactics, considering that there never was a genuine, unforged Hawaiian Birth Certificate to conceal in the first place!

Better yet Barry, don't wear your Birth Certificate plastered to your forehead, but wipe your ass with it!  By doing so, you would be making a very pungent political statement that should wind up in the Men’s Fashion pages of Esquire.

The eight years of the Bush “Shrub” administration were certainly one long, strange trip.  Up until September 10, 2001 the Republicans looked like they were headed for a massacre in the 2002 off-year elections, in no small measure thanks to the amiable dunce that they had placed in the White House.  After a cruise missile pierced the first 3 outer rings of the southwestern corner of the Pentagon and the truss systems of WTC No. 1 & WTC No.2 crumbled in defiance of Newtonian physics before WTC No. 7 magically collapsed in a puff of smoke some hours later, the Republican Party would go from strength to strength in 2002 and 2004.  Never mind that Osama bin Laden had morphed into Saddam Hussein, over a period of 18 months, from September, 2001 to March, 2003, in the greatest propaganda campaign the world has ever seen since Dr. Goebbels committed suicide just as the Red Army was ready to drive into the heart of Berlin in April 1945.

After GW Bush eked out a reëlection victory in 2004 he appointed bachelor and man-about-town Ken Mehlman to be the new chairman of the Republican National Committee in January, 2005.  That summer, Mr. Mehlman would show up at the NAACP convention and apologize for Richard Nixon's Southern Strategy, i.e. for ignoring the Black vote in favor of courting the White vote!  The next year, under the direction of Karl Rove, he would tout the benefits of Amnesty for illegal aliens.  After the expected debacle of Republican hopes at the polls in 2006, Mehlman resigned.  Many wondered what took him so long.

Ken Mehlman has been in the news lately for publicly proclaiming his evident homosexuality and plumping for gay marriage.  But the mystery remains : why did George W. Bush promote such a will-o'-wisp to be chairman of the RNC in 2005?

Once upon a time the eminent British commentator Malcolm Muggeridge wrote a famous essay about The Great Liberal Death Wish.  Muggeridge died in 1990.  If he were still living today, no doubt he would do a follow-up : The Great Republican Death Wish.

Barry Spendalicious looks like he is headed for certain defeat in 2012 --- but have no fear Democrats, Bob Dole is considering coming out of retirement and making another try for the big brass ring at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue!

Television, that marvelous invention, has confused and deeply puzzled Americans since 1945.  In David Cronenberg's Videodrome (1983) this Canadian film director brings a jaundiced eye to the American obsession with televised sex and violence.  The owner of a sleazy cable station (James Woods) is bewitched, by turns, by his sadomasochistic girlfriend (Deborah Harry) and by a subterranean satellite broadcast, coming out of Pittsburgh, which shows nonstop snuff films from morning to night.  At first he is mildly intrigued by his girlfriend, who likes to slouch on the couch of an evening and burn her tits off with a lit Marlboro®. But one fine day boy loses girl when she runs off to Pittsburgh after she gets the notion that she can become the Queen of the Pittsburgh snuffs.  So distraught does the cable station owner become, at what he realizes too late was the love of a lifetime, that he instantly falls into a world of video-fried hallucinations and winds up killing his business partners with a pistol that has somehow sprouted spontaneously from his hand after being lost in his stomach (you read that right, gentle reader).  The film is a godforsaken mess (it goes without saying), with an incoherent plot which must end within the span of 90 minutes : our hero, hunted for his crimes and bedeviled by murderous, rogue transmissions, entering his brain through his ears, finally finds refuge on an abandoned tugboat.  Going into the hold, he stumbles across the fantastic, cathode image of his lost ladylove on a floor-model Zenith®;  who, after starring in one snuff film too many, is now talking to him dead and on tape.  She urges him to abandon the world of the flesh and join her on the other side where television reception is always of the best and is always crystal clear.  She tells him to take the gun, which is now melting in his hand, and blow his brains out.  He is only too happy to obey.  The film ends.

 STOP : THAT'S NO WAY TO QUIT THE HABIT!

Some critics, particularly those from New York, lauded the movie, commenting that it all made some kind of weird sense when considered as a whole.  I must say that I have great doubts about such an enthusiastic determination.

Tomorrow or the next day, the events of Videodrome might be tied into the machinations of American politics, such as they are. Try not to hold your breath too deeply, Clubbers!

Too much unnecessary attention has been paid to Senator Jim Webb of Virginia's recent op-ed in last week's Wall Street Journal about getting rid of race quotas.  He didn't even say that race quotas should be abolished outright (he still thinks that poor, “deserving” Blacks should continue to be the beneficiaries of them).  But he goes on at length about the Immigration Act of 1965, saying that Third World immigrants have taken advantage of race quotas even though they were never held as slaves by the great, great grandfather's of today's Whites.  He indicates that the recently arrived Third-Worlders shouldn't do this.  Well, isn't that special!

Senator Webb is faced with the daunting prospect of having to run for reëlection in 2012.  He knows that Barry Spendalicious got only 43% of the White vote in 2008 (are there that many White academicians with guilty consciences?  Are there that many White cops with $100,000+ municipal pensions?).  Senator Webb has to throw Whitey a bone every now and then for the purposes of saving his worthless political hide!  It must be remembered that this is the man who voted to confirm Sonia Sotomayor to the US Supreme Court & who will vote for Elena Kagan, two quota cuties who light up the American multicultural sky!  The latest banking bill, that Senator Web enthusiastically voted for, is devoted in no small part to making sure that anti-White quotas and preferences are rigorously enforced in bank lending and bank hiring.  One day the dam will burst and Whitey will wake up and start to pay attention!  Senator Webb is just hoping and praying that this moment won’t arrive before 2013.

The New York newspaper strike of 1962 went on so long that it ran into the Spring of 1963.  It would have wide ramifications outside the five boroughs of America's largest and most important city.  During that time the three major networks, all located on the isle of Manhattan, would extend their time allotments for national evening news from 15 to 30 minutes.  By 1968, the more than the 10 city newspapers of 1962 would be reduced in number to 3 : the “quality” New York Times, the “conservative” New York Daily News, and the Socialist New York Post : the other papers falling by the wayside because of overly aggressive salary demands made by the crafts unions.

At the beginning of the 60s, New York was the capital of a vibrant printed press which syndicated its product throughout the nation.  By the end of the decade, the electronic media would reign supreme : so much so, that Vice President Spiro Agnew would turn the three networks into a political foil.  The New York Times was now in control of an effective monopoly in the print business : unabashedly sending its left-wing content to smaller papers from Bangor to Honolulu.

This appalling state of affairs would remain constant until the event of the Drudge Report and the Clinton-Lewinsky scandal.  Only after 1998 did the massive monolith begin to crack.  So that today the electronic press is considered no more than a shill for whoever is in the White House, and the New York Times is but a shadow of its former self, an Oracle that when it spoke, used to speak without question, without challenge and without interruption.

There is no need to rehash the media bias of 2008 for Barack Obama.  The three networks and the New York Times had fallen in love with him, it goes without saying, but they could not shepherd him over the finish line unaided.  For that to happen, the services of John McCain, the Republican Party's Designated Loser, were indispensable.  (McCain proving to be an admirer of the “Secret Sharer” principles of Joseph Conrad). The big three and the Old Gray Lady would make themselves look even ridiculous by cheering Obama on and they would do themselves severe damage in a business sense, simply by alienating watchers and readers who would become repelled by the fulsomeness of the blasphemous worship heaped upon the Democrat candidate.

But for the self-appointed media darlings there would prove to be some gut-wrenching moments during Barry's quest for the nomination & the White House : perhaps the most gut-wrenching moment of all would be the advent of the unrighteous Reverend Wright, who had spewed Chicago fire and Chicago brimstone against Whitey for 20 years, through which time Barry would mutter AMEN as he sat in the pews.

There was then a time when all seemed about to be lost for the old media's precious Chosen One.  Facts, as they say, can be disconcerting things.  Michael Tomasky was positively hysterical about the prospect that Obama might be exposed and rumbled for the cheap politician that hid in the center of the rotten core : “We need to throw chairs now, try as hard as we can to get the call next time. Otherwise the questions in October will be exactly like this.  This is just a disease [criticism of Obama for playing the race card].”

Though you, Gentle Reader, should Thank God every day for the Internet, Communism is not dead yet, the last stake, that settles accounts for good and all, not yet having been driven through its corrupt heart.  So Communism, despite its manifold murders and failures since 1917, still walks the night, zombie-like.

Why just this morning, in Bucharest, the moldy body of Nicolai Ceausescu was exhumed in the furtherance of scientific examination.  Communism still stands on the welcome mat of the New York Times and other places --- its adherents more passionate than Christians in the certainty of miracles.