Even though politicians seem born to take the path of least resistance, to go down the smoothest road, as it were, and latch hold of any new radical policies that they happen upon, either by design or by accident, final political policies are most often fixed upon for rudimentary reasons of self-preservation. When the Labour Party, dubbed “New Labour” for the purposes of the 1997 UK Parliamentary campaign, entered Whitehall with a landslide majority, Party adherents set about dismantling Tory Immigration policy.  During the preceding 18 years of Conservative Party power, the rate of immigration into the United Kingdom never surpassed more than 100,000 persons per annum.  Labour would effect radical change in this “low” number.  Bill Clinton would prove to be Labour's Patron Saint in the manner of forcing sudden and massive Third World Immigration into a nation having an overwhelming majority European population.  Almost immediately, the rate of immigration into the UK was jacked up to 300,000 persons per annum (these are the official figures, which do not include visa overstayers --- re : see the Saga of Lady Scotland, below [ Sept. 17, 2009 ] ). For twelve years now Great Britain has imported, for absolutely no reason, the problems and customs of the Third World : crime, poverty, restrictions on speech, the whole lot and the whole ball of wax, et cetera.  In 1968, Enoch Powell was right to warn that immigration was an avoidable problem that needed instant fixing.  Now the avoidable problem has become a perpetual one by dint of crippling numbers.  Any utterance upon the topic of immigration has been banned, any criticism upon the level of immigration was and is regarded as unsubtle racism by the politicians and, soon following after, the press.

Last week, the leader of the British National Party, Nick Griffin, made an appearance on the BBC, surrounded by the usual array of hostile politicians and the customary multi-racial, heckling studio audience.  The British National Party gained two seats, last Spring, in the European Parliamentary elections.  The Party's big issue had been Immigration during the campaign.  So wretched is the level of debate in the United Kingdom, on the wholesale racial transformation of the nation, that it cannot be discussed without the individual speaker running the risk of imprisonment for uttering the mildest objection to the venomous government policy on this most vital issue.  The appearance, on television, of someone actually daring to speak out against national suicide, has the UK political class in a tizzy. Even the Tories cannot seem to form a coherent policy of mild immigration reduction and prospective immigration exclusion that would merely hearken back to 1997.  The Left, headed towards ignominious defeat in next year's elections, still holds absolute sway on the Immigration issue and will not let go.  In Britain, during the last 12 years, the Left has managed to transform any debate of Third World Immigration into a sacred religious tenet that cannot be questioned on pain of imprisonment, much in the manner that the divinity of Christ could not be challenged for fear that the speaker of heretical doubt would be sent forthwith to the lowest dungeon in the Tower of London by the ecclesiastical courts operating under the authority of the Archbishop of Canterbury.  Because the propagator of the New Testament no longer lives in the present-day councils of commerce and government in the West, does not mean that Christ is not now replaced by a hideous idol of a new and quite strange variety.  It is an altogether amorphous Belief that has replaced the out-moded Jewish carpenter.  Not a man, nor a god, but an arbitrary sentiment now reigns.  It is the belief that the wholesale importation of the Third World will somehow cleanse and wash away the filthy sins of the First.  Of course, evidence to the contrary continues to pile up in spectacular fashion.  Every new Third World crime, committed singly or in groups, must be covered up.  Every new expense entailed, by the sheer numbers and onrushing press of disembarking Third Worlders, must be forced through the public exchequer to the prejudice of the national debt.  A distracted pope was unable to discern in Martin Luther a rising competitor for European ecclesiastical power.  Where other church reformers had failed, Luther succeeded, by shrewdly attaching himself to a temporal prince who was in the political ascendant.  Where lurks our future Luther of immigration restriction for revival of the dying West?  Where lurks the unknown temporal prince or princes, lying in wait to grab and to hold the right political opportunity in a future full of propitious political moments and political movements yet unborn?

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The 1956 reelection campaign of President Eisenhower featured a charming bit of political publicity, designed to reach the American public.  Particularly when he campaigned in Midwestern towns, General Eisenhower would invite, at random, two or three members of the usual throng, lining the streets, to hop into his presidential limousine and join him in waving to their fellow neighbors who, delighted to witness people whom they knew, would be put on full display, chumming around with the President of the United States.  Eisenhower, because of ill health, could not run the same geographically expansive campaign, from coast to coast, that he had undertaken in 1952.  The limited and time-shortened campaign of 1956 would have to have this " just-plain-folks " cachet to it.  In October of that year the voters caught a fleeting glimpse of Ike, the hero of World War II, and they were still reassured that they still liked him!  It was Shakespeare's "A Little Touch of Harry in the Night," so to speak, transplanted into the American Consumer Colossus of the mid-20th Century, a nation that could destroy the world in a bad mood but preferred to lick an ice cream cone and show the pearly white teeth of her Universal Folksiness.  Afterall, Ike had kicked one million wet backs out of the Southwest, having appointed an Army buddy to oversee the massive deportation and had stopped the fighting in Korea --- just like that!  Ike had kept it all European and Small Town, one of the many reasons he could run from his sick bed for re-election, without seeming to break a sweat.  Stevenson, the "Egghead," was not to be trusted; he knew too many big dimestore words and was not afraid to show them off when he gave his many speeches of dubious sincerity.  This smooth and oily smarty-pants politician from Springfield, Illinois, and the board rooms of Chicago, came across as a smart-alecky intellectual, full of beans and blather, who seemed able to talk his way around any topic under the sun and then send the Aurora Borealis off to the dry cleaners for a light pressing.  Americans took this kind of self-assurance for smarminess.  Americans like their presidents glib, but not glib like lawyers.  General Eisenhower -- -- -- Ike insisted, even during his time as President, that he be so addressed -- -- -- beat Stevenson handily in '52; and in the '56 rematch, he positively crushed the smooth talking Egghead who could have been Al Capone's real estate broker.

When de Gaulle visited Kennedy at Hyannisport to discuss NATO affairs, he mentioned, during a break in their discussions, that he was shocked to find an appalling lack of security surrounding the most powerful man on the planet Earth.  De Gaulle pointed out that a madman with a gun could casually stride across the fields surrounding Kennedy’s ocean-side cottage, aim and fire his weapon, thus upsetting the equilibrium of the Western world. Kennedy knew that de Gaulle had preeminent reason to fear for his security. ( De Gaulle, afterall was still a moving target for certain rogue elements in La Armée Francaise, still quartered in Algeria, which had put a rather tall price on his rather tall head ).  Kennedy assured de Gaulle that the United States was a country that used the ballot box rather than the cartridge box to change her leaders.  De Gaulle, ever the skeptic of things Anglo-Saxon, uttered a sagely surprised grunt over his host's easy manner about things violent and political.  After having sat through the many crisis meetings between Churchill and the French wartime cabinet in Paris in May, 1940, de Gaulle had been a first-hand witness to many fanciful political facts, soon to be blown apart by forceful, simple military reality ...

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Hey, Kid --- every con artist wears out his Welcome sooner or later (Chicago, circa 1920 : "Say it ain't so, Joe!"). What real miracles has Barry Spendalicious performed lately? The last time I checked the Nobel Peace Prize was a medal made of gold-plated potnickel. --- Correction : Nobel medals are made of 18kt. "green" gold, plated with "orange" gold, and weighting 200 grams. If and when the dollar collapses, Barry can trade his in for €uros!

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The reason why “Sully” Sullenberger is so celebrated, nay worshiped even, is that he is a hero who knows how to do his job.  Flying his plane through a flock of Canada Geese and then landing it smoothly on the table of the Hudson River, ( months after the "Titans" on Wall Street were caught with their pants down ), with a full helping of avian mashed potatoes in his engines, is a laudatory accomplishment and a notable achievement, worthy to be fêted, with garlands & huzzahs, in the halls of Olympus.  Alas, our Pilots of Industry and Government neither seemed to know what they are doing nor know where they are headed.  The most recent example is delineated in the pages of this morning's Wall Street Journal : it seems that a former director of the California Public Employees’ Retirement System ( CalPERS ), a Senor Alberto Villalobos, managed to extract $50 million in “fees” from the country's biggest state employee pension system.  Now, CalPERS has had a bad 12 months, losing more than 25% of its capital in that time.  California counties and cities have been forced to make up the difference.  And in future years, California counties and cities will be forced to make up even more of a difference because property taxes and sales taxes, currently in a radical, downward spiral, promise to remain in the proverbial ditch for years to come.  Remember when the newspapers and the TeeVee used to talk about how the new immigrants would save Social Security?  The young ones, anyway, would contribute a portion of their earnings to an enfeebled system weighed down by dying & sick White people.  The newspapers and the TeeVee don't talk like that anymore.  The dire crime aspects of the 1965 Immigration Act are still talked about --- and rightly so.  But the Ponzi scheme aspect of the 1965 Immigration Act is never mentioned because to even utter a whisper would spook the Dow Jones.  Taken in the aggregate, the Third World immigration that has poured into this country is, as they say on Wall Street, a dead loss.  Sure, you have your glorious immigration success stories, about this or that fellow who came here with just the proverbial shirt on his back with hardly a proverbial nickel in his pocket, and then made something financially magnificent of himself; but the aggregate --- and oh!, What an aggregate it is --- will bankrupt every state in the Union!  The schools, the roads, the trash collection, etc., all cost money and somebody has to pay for them, chop-chop.  During the period of 1880 through 1914, immigration was a tremendous boon for the National Exchequer.  Since 1965, immigration has been a heaping loss with each new loss piled atop the old.  No country ever became wealthy by inviting welfare recipients.  No country ever maintained its wealth by paying out more welfare benefits than it could financially afford.  No country ever escaped dissolution by refusing to change its insane and corrupt customs and practices.

P. S. Something that actually does work : Google Translate, which is a robot afterall, successfully translated --- and I mean without a hitch! --- today's Detective Club Observations into French »»»

La raison pour laquelle "Sully" Sullenberger est si célèbre, voire même adoré, c'est qu'il est un héros qui sait comment faire son travail. Aux commandes de son avion dans un troupeau de bernaches du Canada, puis le poser en douceur sur la table de la rivière Hudson, (mois après le "titans" de Wall Street ont été capturés avec leur pantalon, bas), avec une pleine portion de purée de pommes de terre aviaire dans son moteurs, est une réalisation élogieuses et un succès remarquable, digne d'être fêté, avec des guirlandes et huzzahs, dans les salles de l'Olympe. Hélas, nos pilotes de l'Industrie et de gouvernement ne semblait savoir ce qu'ils font, ni savoir où ils sont dirigés. L'exemple le plus récent est délimitée dans les pages de ce matin le Wall Street Journal: il semble que l'ancien administrateur du régime de retraite de la California Public Employees' Retirement System (CalPERS), un seigneur Alberto Villalobos, a réussi à extraire 50 millions de dollars de "frais" de l' plus employé pays de pension d'État du système. Maintenant, CalPERS a eu un mauvais mois 12, perdant plus de 25% de son capital en ce moment. Comtés de la Californie et les villes ont été contraints de faire la différence. Et dans les années à venir, les comtés de Californie et les villes seront amenés à faire encore plus d'une différence parce que les impôts fonciers et les taxes de vente, actuellement dans une radicale, une spirale à la baisse, la promesse de rester dans le fossé proverbiale pour les années à venir. Rappelez-vous quand les journaux et les TeeVee utilisé pour parler de la façon dont les nouveaux immigrants permettrait de sauver la Sécurité Sociale? Les jeunes, de toute façon, contribuant à une partie de leurs revenus à un système affaibli accablé par la mort et les personnes malades Blanche. Les journaux et les TeeVee ne parle pas comme ça. Les aspects liés à la désastreuse de l'Immigration Act 1965 sont encore parlé --- et avec raison. Mais l'aspect le régime de Ponzi de l'Immigration Act 1965 est jamais mentionné parce que même pousser un chuchotement serait spook le Dow Jones. Pris dans l'ensemble, l'immigration du tiers monde qui a coulé dans ce pays est, comme on dit à Wall Street, une perte sèche. Bien sûr, vous avez votre glorieux récits d'immigration succès, sur ce sujet ou celui-là qui est venu ici avec juste la chemise proverbiale sur son dos avec à peine un nickel proverbiale dans sa poche, puis il fit quelque chose de magnifique financièrement de lui-même, mais le total --- et oh!, Qu'est-ce qu'il est un agrégat --- fera faillite à chaque Etat de l'Union! Les écoles, les routes, le ramassage des ordures, etc, tout coûte de l'argent et que quelqu'un doit payer pour eux, chop-chop. Au cours de la période de 1880 à 1914, l'immigration a été un bienfait énorme pour le Trésor national. Depuis 1965, l'immigration a été une perte comble à chaque nouvelle perte empilés sur l'ancien. Aucun pays n'a jamais devenus riches en invitant les bénéficiaires d'aide sociale. Aucun pays n'a jamais soutenu sa richesse en payant davantage les prestations d'aide sociale ...

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David Brooks, of the New York Times, established his credentials as a god-damned fool a long time ago. Steve Sailer can always find new ways to stick the proverbial knife in ( Click Here ).

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 ... Bankers were conscientious. They had to back the notes they issued with real gold reserves. Criminals were quite obviously interested in the contents of bank vaults. Now that the contents of bank vaults ( expect for safe deposit boxes ) contain nothing but paper, things have been more than slightly rearranged. These days you will find criminals trying to break into governments, and once there, running the printing presses day & night.  From The Red-Headed League by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle :

    "We have at least an hour before us," he remarked, "for they can hardly take any steps until the good pawnbroker is safely in bed. Then they will not lose a minute, for the sooner they do their work the longer time they will have for their escape. We are at present, Doctor -- as no doubt you have divined -- in the cellar of the City branch of one of the principal London banks. Mr. Merryweather is the chairman of directors, and he will explain to you that there are reasons why the more daring criminals of London should take a considerable interest in this cellar at present."

    "It is our French gold," whispered the director. "We have had several warnings that an attempt might be made upon it."

    "Your French gold?"

    Yes. We had occasion some months ago to strengthen our resources and borrowed for that purpose 30,000 napoleons from the Bank of France. It has become known that we have never had occasion to unpack the money, and that it is still lying in our cellar. The crate upon which I sit contains 2,000 napoleons packed between layers of lead foil. Our reserve of bullion is much larger at present than is usually kept in a single branch office, and the directors have had misgivings upon the subject."

    "Which were very well justified," observed Holmes. "And now it is time that we arranged our little plans. I expect that within an hour matters will come to a head. In the meantime Mr. Merryweather, we must put the screen over that dark lantern."

That California should find its tax revenues for the months of July, August and September down by $1.1 billion is no surprise.  That the transnational media, in the run-up to the recent California "Budget Deal," would pooh-pooh the deleterious effect of Third World Immigration into the state is, again, no surprise.  That California's reservoirs are again running low, because of the rapid population increase of Third World immigration, which was, as a matter of course, a natural effect of rapid population increase through Immigration, is yet again no surprise.  The United States entered its Golden Pony Boy Dream World phase long ago and those little unpleasant things like bankruptcy, drought, poverty, crime, etc. are quite obviously not big enough to rouse the collective, sleeping Zombie.  But perhaps what is truly surprising is the manner in which the minions of the transnational media go about denying those little unpleasant things like bankruptcy, drought, poverty, crime, etc.  The “Media Sages” are not merely inclined to shoot the messenger, they are downright disposed to flay poor Mercury and burn his rolled parchment and tear up his mail pouch.  It were, as it were, in their eyes, that Golden Pony Boy had been sexually assaulted by Roman Polanski and then pronged by rabid members of the Secondary of the Oakland Raiders.  Was Sodom and Gomorrah, of olden time, similarly disposed to treat any truth seeking beggar who had casually wandered through Her Gates?

It's been 40 years since Major Tom ( the 45 rpm single [ entitled : A Space Oddity ] ) was launched into Outer Space. David Bowie still walks among us ... in lower Manhattan. His wife swears that she is not his Nurse! --- he had a close call on earth a few years back ( major heart attack ).

The following little ditty, by Ross Douthat, recently appeared on the New York Times' website  ---  ... Inequality is driven in part by low-skilled immigration: it nudges wages downward for native workers, and the immigrants themselves are taking longer to achieve upward mobility than earlier generations did. But today’s Democrats, bent on consolidating the Hispanic vote, aren’t likely to seek a lower immigration rate, or a better-educated pool of immigrants. The kind of “comprehensive” immigration reform that liberals support would probably increase low-skilled migration to the United States ... --- but not in the Times' dead tree edition. Gee, I wonder why!

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Is General McChrystal about to pull a General MacArthur?  Let's fan the pages of history for a moment.  McArthur reached the shores of the Yalu River in November, 1950.  Thereafter, the flamboyant General, decked out in his best khaki, chewed-up general’s cap, and best and biggest corncob pipe, started talking big.  He would pull a Patton and piss on the carp in the Yalu --- maybe even hurl a few A-bombs into Manchuria to boot!  The Chinese in Peking got wind of this and sent a message through the Indian Foreign Ministry that was meant for Washington : if American forces remained encamped at the Yalu for any considerable length of time, the People's Liberation Army would cross the Yalu and push the US Army all the way back to Seoul.  President Truman and Foreign Secretary Acheson were understandably worried about this declaration of Chinese belligerence and ordered MacArthur to keep his mouth shut.  McArthur, who had hopes of winning the Republican presidential nomination in 1952, just kept on talking : he could not resist telling any visiting Congressman, come to Korea on a junket, or American newspaperman, that he was fixing to blast the pathetic Chinese forces stationed in Manchuria to Kingdom Come and beyond! After putting up with his blabbermouthing, commanding General for almost 4 months, Truman fired MacArthur quite suddenly in April, 1951 ( see below ).  But the dance between Spendalicious and McChrystal seems only just Kabuki Theater. Afterall, McChrystal must know the history of “Dugout Doug.”  Our contemporary Lawrence of Afghanistan would not speak out of turn unless encouraged by the White House.  The White House seems to be angling for half a loaf in Afghanistan for the time being : about half the troops, that McChrystal has requested, seems about right for half a loaf!  All this for the dubious Chicago recipe of kicking the can down the road!

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Even if the Labour Party somehow manages to receive enough second-place votes to finagle itself into a rickety coalition government with the Liberal Party next spring, the UK politician, Gordon Brown, will see his political career come to an end after the votes are counted.  There is no source of greater bewilderment, in UK politics, than the events of May, 1999.  Gordon Brown, then Chancellor of the Exchequer ( US equivalent = Secretary of Treasury ), put up half of Great Britain's gold reserves for auction.  The opening bid was $256.  When the Exchequer auctions concluded in 2002, the last allotment of British gold went for $296.  During the three-year, gold auction cycle, the average winning bid price was $275.  The proceeds of the UK gold auctions were used to buy paper Euros ( during this period of time, Euros were dropping in price against the Dollar ).  This morning, in London, gold is selling at $999 the ounce and silver is going for $16 the ounce.  It is the Mystery of the Ages, as they say : why, oh why, did Gordon Brown decide to dump half his nation's gold at Alfred E. Newman prices!  What could have possessed him?  I daresay, no mention whatsoever of Brown's famous, or infamous, Gold Bungle will be made in the run-up to next year's British Parliamentary Elections.  And after all is said and done, how did Gordon Brown get to be Prime Minister in 2007?  In 1999 he showed that he didn't have enough business sense to run a popcorn stand!

Abraham Lincoln was such an appalling dictator that, after John Wilkes Booth, Congress effectively shut the office of Presidency down.  Lincoln’s successor, Andrew Johnson, was impeached and came within one vote of being removed from office.  Even howling Teddy Roosevelt, for all his teeth gritting and generally high-pitched shrieking, could not control Congress.  That was as it was meant to be, under the United States Constitution.  Circumstances have changed since --- worse luck; when FDR blew into town in March 1933 : he closed the banks, devalued the dollar, and made the holding of gold punishable by a tremendous fine and a Rip van Winkle term in prison ( the public was so terrified that they began hoarding silver coinage -- -- -- something that would never be put on FDR's verboten list [ the county had to wait for Lyndon Johnson’s potnickel dimes & quarters in 1965 ] ).  Thanks to the outrageous fact that most historians are Marxist Communist or Communist Marxist, FDR is a political God in school histories.  It took the Internet to shake FDR's Secular Throne.  The Constitution has been the deadest of dead letters since 1933 and Congress is content to wallow in its evident corruption and not utter the least peep.  A Moonman, just landed and walking into the Smithsonian to consult the Constitution, would be deceived into believing that Congress had practically absolute power and the President almost absolutely none.  Before FDR, with the remarkable exception of Lincoln, Presidents were there for the ceremony and nothing but the ceremony.  Glad-handers, Long-talkers, and Shinola® salesmen were all the founders ever intended your constitutional President to be; and, of course, serve as Head Administrator -- -- -- as in administering the laws written and passed by the People's Representatives in Congress.  Barry Spendalicious is winging his way to Copenhagen to flog Chicago's bid for the 2016 Olympics.  Thank God for small favors.  The more Barry gets used to the ceremonial part of the job the better off the nation will be! ... On the other hand, we have open borders that need to be administratively closed!  But don't let Barry make you hold your breath waiting for him to lift a finger on behalf of solving that particular problem.

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     September 28, 2009 --- Competition. Do you know that Wikipedia has a competitor called Conservapedia? Click on the jay-peg below to find out more :
   Sept. 28, 2009 --- Hell is Full of Teenage Girls ( & Their Mothers ). The transnational media is not the place to go for news, it is, rather, a place for conniption fits.  The mindless idiots who pontificate unreservedly on the morals of Roman Polanski are, as always, unhindered by the facts.  These facts have been exhaustively delineated in the documentary film, entitled Roman Polanski : Wanted & Desired ( 2008 ).  The film brings out certain hard realities : the 13-year old girl, who was brought to Jack Nicholson's house for a  "photographic encounter" with Polanski, had already been pimped around Hollywood by her mother; as part of a plea bargain between the prosecutors and Polanski's lawyers, the girl's mother received a tidy sum as part of a monetary settlement ( once a pimp always a pimp! ); as part of a deal between the judge, the DA’s office, and Polanski's lawyers, Polanski agreed to be locked up for months inside a mental institution to undergo "evaluation." The mental institution was really a long-term, scummy jail for the criminally insane, not a county club for pervs.; it was only when the LA newspapers started agitating for a long-term sentence, after a full-blown trial ( no trial could be held because Polanski had already copped a guilty plea ), did the trial judge start to get cold feet and have second thoughts about the deal that had already been cut between the LA District Attorney’s office and Polanski's defense lawyers; the judge on Polanski's case didn't really care for the harsh publicity : he became a chattering magpie on caffeine in the courthouse, telling all and sundry that the old deal that he had agreed to with Polanski was now off, and that he would hang Polanski, Kid-Toucher that he was, by his short and curlies, handing him hard time that would stretch on for years.  After Polanski got wind of this, he did a bunk, running off to LAX and hopping on the first plane to Paris.  Polanski, a natural-born French citizen, has been there ever since, not daring to travel to countries with an extradition treaty with the US that includes the crime of child molestation.  Polanski knows now that Switzerland has a working extradition treaty with the United States.  Polanski may be an old perv. but the jumped-up and twisted legal process used against him in LA in 1977 and 1978 was as crooked as a corkscrew.  Polanski knew his proverbial goose was cooked when his trial judge, a political hack of extremely dubious integrity, turned against him because of bad newspaper publicity.  The deal, that Polanski thought he had and which he paid for, was suddenly off.  Polanski ran, as the saying goes, because he could not fly.  Some judges are born crooked, other judges get that way under the right circumstances.

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  Sept. 27, 2009 --- The Spider's Suicidal Stratagem. In June, 1982 Israel invaded Lebanon.  Tel Aviv's intention was to flush out hostile PLO, Syrian, and Muslim armies having allegiance to Tehran and Damascus.  Within months the Israeli plan succeeded.  Defeated armies were allowed to withdraw through the Israeli lines that had surrounded them.  In March of 1983 the first American Marine amphibious units set foot on the Levantine coastline near Beirut and constructed bivouacs.  The next month the American Embassy in Beirut was bombed.  In October the Marine barracks in Beirut was bombed.  All US troops were withdrawn from Lebanon in January 1984.  In warfare there is nothing worse than a single defeat but a continual and never-ending series of defeats.  The White House and the Pentagon had wised up and realized that there was absolutely no way in which to succeed in Lebanon as a "peacekeeping" force.  The withdrawal of January, 1984 was called a "redeployment."

To revisit and go over the insulting 18-month propaganda campaign, that led up to the American invasion of Iraq in March of 2003, is unnecessary for our purposes here.  American forces did not go into Iraq as peacekeepers but the propaganda around the American occupation of Iraq would later contain the word.  American troops were in and out of Lebanon in 10 months.  American troops are still in Iraq, more than six years after the invasion.  Although America has suffered a continual series of defeats in Iraq, this has not led to any sort of withdrawal, but a long and endless grind, which has not only worn down the American military but frittered away American power objectives in the Middle East and elsewhere.

The current "crisis" over burgeoning Iranian nuclear objectives was born in March of 2003.  Then, it was the intention of the Pentagon to use Iraq as a launching pad for policing the entire Middle East : becoming, as it were, a bully super soldier, permanently on call from Tel Aviv.  It need not be repeated that these old intentions have gone wonderfully awry.  The failure of the occupation of Iraq has boomeranged to the benefit of Tehran : we now know that the mullahs have used the occasion of American impotence in Iraq to amp up their nuclear weapons program.  The debacle of March 2003 is, for Tehran, simply a gift that perpetually keeps on giving.  The lessons of Lebanon have been forgotten, twenty years on and more.  For the Pentagon a series of continual and never-ending defeats have been succeeded by a series of continual and never-ending defeats.  The damage done and not repaired, Tehran is now chirping prettily in the catbird seat.

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   Sept. 26, 2009 --- We Don't Want to Go to Chelsea! The utter artistic decline of Elvis Costello is not just due to middle-age ( although middle-age has been known to unhorse many a creative artist ), but due to a fatal change of scenery.  In the 70s Costello was a young, struggling Punk Rocker from Liverpool, newly arrived in London with just his gumption and a guitar case full of brilliant songs.  The rest, as they say, was Rock 'n Roll history.  These days Costello is a squishy old fart who hangs around Manhattan, full of half-baked opinions about American politics and the varied history of American popular music ( last year he endorsed Hillary Clinton for president and, if you let him, he will sing the most trivial Rodgers & Hart tune at the drop of a hat ).  When an artist abandons the milieu of his youth he runs the risk of being sentenced to be shot by a critic’s Firing Squad : for example --- writers who abandon their born tongue are never quite the same ( pace Nabokov! ) and old rebel singers who go to Manhattan to retire and pontificate on the American Psyche become big-time Drags.  Endorsing Hillary Clinton for President and maundering on and on about Rodgers & Hart will get you a gushing series of articles in the New York Times but won't help you sell one, single stinking record!  Elvis Presley fell in love with cupcakes and died of a Heart Attack.  His latter-day namesake has not grown so fat nor so aesthetically disagreeable but going on and on and on about politics and every other thing under the Venusian Moons could turn a former London Rocker into a sighted and illiterate John Paul Sartre.  Doctors will tell you that loquacious stupidity is a known symptom of rising Blood Pressure.  Our beloved Costello should try a little silence in the pursuit of a more equitable physical well-being.  If Nabokov had returned to writing in Russian, when he hit old age, he might have stopped being Esquire magazine’s favorite crashing bore. [ Error Correction : Venus has no Moons ].

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  September 24, 2009 --- ‘You Really, Really Like Me!’ Barry was at the UN yesterday where he received much applause. Tell me why it is that I can't stop thinking of Sally Field?

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  Sept. 24, 2009 --- Elephants have Tusks of Clay! Just when old straight-line Republican voters thought it was safe to go back into the Grand Old Party water, they are reminded yet again of old, bitter betrayals.  Congressman Joe Wilson, he of “You Lie!” fame, just loves to vote for H1-1B work visas for foreigners ( issued at about a clip of 800,000 per year, courtesy of the US Congress ).  During our present economic downturn it seems more than a trifle unwise to vote for work visas for foreigners when Americans are losing jobs, healthcare, and houses.  For every foreigner, with a newly printed work visa, living in a house purchased with an Affirmative Action, Food Stamps mortgage, there is a US citizen sleeping in a rattletrap station wagon under a bridge, using his foreclosure notice for a pillow.  It needs to be repeatedly said, time and time again, that as long as Republicans lust after the cash which immoral and unpatriotic transnational Big Business brings, the slow-moving, DC pachyderms will stay on the Outs with every working American in fear of losing his job to the latest “diverse,” Business-sponsored arrival from overseas. To do jobs ranging from Tech Worker to Weed Puller, the Third Worlders still come. Don't kid yourself for one moment that the invasion has ceased or even diminished in any appreciable fashion. ( The Whale almost became the anamorphic symbol for the Republican Party but lost out to the Elephant. The Whale, you see, Boys & Girls, is not quite as slow moving! ).

  Sept. 23, 2009 --- The Political Nymphomaniac. During the making of That Hamilton Woman, reputed to be Winston Churchill's favorite movie of all time, word got out that the female star of the picture, Vivian Leigh, was an aggressive nymphomaniac.  It was said, that her steady, unfortunate Laurence Olivier, came, once upon a time, to call on her one fine morning at her Hollywood bungalow. Arriving at the front door, he paused for a moment, after hearing a noise which seemed to be coming from the back of the house.  He went around the side to investigate and found Miss Leigh, without a stitch on, rolling through the snowball bushes with the landlord’s hired gardener, who was paid to cut the lawn only once every ten days ( this incident may well have driven Olivier into the arms of Danny Kaye years later.  Kaye, one of Tinseltown's biggest screaming queens, somehow wound up in bed with Olivier where they drove down the Hershey Highway® together.  It was also said, in Hollywood, that there never was a more improbable couple [ Shakespeare and Comedy, afterall, don’t mix ] ).  Not quite making That Hamilton Woman, or rolling through the snowball bushes, but there for the love of performing nonetheless, was Barry Spendalicious on Sunday.  Turned out like a Vegas Lounge Lizard he was on five, count ‘em, five TeeVee stations.  Having nothing New to say but speaking the Old so prettily, Barry walked his wet Pussy by and opened up his Bleeding Heart yet again to an undeserving humanity, so to speak.  Nymphomania excites men up to a point : every husband appreciates a little extra sprightliness in bed and every man is intrigued by a promiscuous reputation but Nymphomania loses its charm when it becomes the wanton coinage of absolute madness -- -- -- when a woman stops being a coquette and starts being a slut, well then, the whole neighborhood knows about her and talks about her.  Every woman should know that a little private perversity is nice but craven exhibitionism makes even the yard squirrels more than a little nervous and ashamed.  Barry, please remember the old adage : a little bit goes a long way.  And in your case, overexposure causes national sunstroke. So take it into consideration for next time --- won’t you?

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   Sept. 22, 2009 --- Running on Empty. During last year's campaign, Barry Spendalicious kept proclaiming his intention to amp it up in Afghanistan.  He said something about Afghanistan being the forgotten war, the war that 9/11 was supposed to be all about!  After he became President, amp it up he did, in March of this year.  The trouble was, and still is, that the guerrilla forces of Afghanistan also know how to amp it up ( occupying armies learn the old nightmare well : an increase in occupying troops is sometimes met by an increase in guerrilla forces, thereby continuing a tactical stalemate until doomsday, to wit --- until England-France-Russia-America leaves ).
    The Military-Security Complex wants more meat ( Recruiting Sergeant : step up right up, boy [ 18-24 yrs. of age ], and sign on the dotted line! ) for the colonial meat grinder.  The left-wing of Barry's Party is desperate to find a way out.  Barry feels the Need of Dem. votes for OBAMAcare®, not for OBAMAwar ( who wants to buy this? --- not so sexy, is it? ), a product that won't be as popular as Money for nothing and the Doctor Visits for free. Only the fossilized Republican couch warriors remember fondly the heady days when they could blame 9/11 on an ex-CIA asset living in a cave, and then invade, 18 months later, an insignificant place in the oily desert which always had trouble maintaining a popgun military. “Victory” in Iraq was such a political coup that the Republicans were wiped out in 2006 and, failing to learn the obvious lesson, were wiped out again in 2008.  Going into 2010, with a crashing dollar and our borders with more holes than a Third-World sieve, a military fiasco in the rathole of Afghanistan is just one more handicap that the Dems. don't need.  Will Barry order the military-security complex to push ahead, amp it up, stand down, or tell his over-eager Generals to twiddle their collective thumbs?  Caught between a Barack and a hard place, what will Obama do? On TeeVee image is everything but in the real world of real war seizing the moment is all --- that's pretty much what “Old Blood & Guts” told Ike before the Battle of the Bulge!

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   September 21, 2009 --- Strictly Entre Nous. There hasn't been much real news made lately.  The barometer of this fact is the overuse, by the transnational Left, of the word " racist. "  If a man, who is losing a debate, then resorts to verbal fisticuffs to settle an argument, then you know he has run out of ideas.  In the same vein our transnational media contraptions, that so like to resort to the mindless repetition of certain, once magical words, insist upon embarrassing themselves after every viewer and every listener has long tuned out.  Even poor old Jimmy Carter got into the spirit of the ridiculous proceedings and stepped in with his worthless two cents.  Who wants to hear about racism and Obama and all that, when one could be having a 16 ounce Ballantine in complete video and utter aural peace?  Tedium is not the word to describe this latest dollop of wretched propaganda.  The transnational Left and the transnational media, one and the same thing afterall, have missed the story of Barry Spendalicious’s first eight months : no Republican has come forward to lead the smelly body of his Party and the founding population of this country goes unrepresented, and even when it takes to the streets in the millions and millions, that founding population goes ignored.  How long will that founding population go unrepresented and leaderless is the proverbial question before the House which continues to go woefully unanswered.  You think that there have been fireworks lately?  Just you wait until the US Dollar crashes and the US unemployment rate rises above 10% for want of domestic investment -- -- -- then comes the Technicolor Moonshot!

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   Sept. 17, 2009 --- They're Out There! You've heard of The Truthers and The Birthers. Now get ready for The Preppers ( as in " preparing for disaster " )!

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  Sept. 17, 2009 --- You Can't Make This Stuff Up, Part 463. Patricia Scotland emigrated, with her parents, from the tiny British West Indian island of Dominica in 1958 at the age of three.  She's the 10th child of 12 in her family. She is the first Black woman to be made a Queen’s Counsel in the United Kingdom ( Queen’s Counsel is the highest title that a lawyer can be granted in Great Britain ).  She now holds the position of Attorney General for England, Wales & Northern Ireland.  Currently, she sits in the House of Lords, representing the Labour Party.  Her official title is Baroness Scotland of Asthal.  When she goes into a pub in West London and orders a plain pint, the barman calls her "Lady Scotland."  This morning the regal nature of Lady Scotland did not make the front page of the UK Daily Telegraph; but the illegal actions of Lady Scotland did: Her Ladyship has been found out!  It seems that Lady Scotland obtained the employment of an Illegal Alien from Tonga as a private housekeeper.  The Tonga woman, it turns out, is an Illegal Alien who has overstayed her UK student visa by a period of at least five years.  All employers, in the United Kingdom, are required to verify the immigration and residency documents of all prospective hires.  Lady Scotland claims she performed this duty and also claims that the documents proffered for her perusal were fakes.  Unlike the United States, the United Kingdom has a reliable system of checking visas that Her Majesty's Government has issued.  An employer who neglects to check any work visa that a foreigner might present, in hopes of gaining lawful employment in the UK, is liable to suffer a prison sentence of two years or run the risk of being forced to pay an unlimited fine.  So far, Lady Scotland's protestations of ignorance have barred her from conscientiously submitting her resignation to the Prime Minister.  If the Attorney General of a nation does not know her country's laws, will the citizens of that country be excused from continuing in ignorance of those selfsame laws?  If the Attorney General of a nation breaks her country's laws with impunity, thereby granting herself an instant immunity, doesn't Anarchy look attractive in comparison?

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  Sept. 16, 2009 --- All Dressed Up with No Place to Go, Part 463. It used to be taught in certain advanced high school courses that military leaders ruled Rome for hundreds of years without Senatorial, Patrician, or Plebeian interference.  Once having assumed the mantle of dictatorship, the military never relinquished it.  In Rome, the military had become the governing class.  Conquest, colonization, war, and general mayhem were the order of the day for the month, the year, and the century.  Where once the military had been bribed to support the Emperor in the early years, just after the fall of the Republic, the military had dubbed itself perpetual Emperor on the installment plan : generals may succeed one another through death, war, or assassination but Roman General What's-his-Name was always the General.
    In the France of 1958 the military almost came to power ( the French Left still claims that, in reality, the military did achieve power by proxy in that year ).  Algeria was in an uproar.  Riven by a civil war between Arabs and Pieds-Noirs, this huge piece of metropolitan France seemed set to fall to Arab nationalism.  Algeria been the main barracks for a defense of Marianne's colonies since the 19th century.  Into this ruckus stepped Charles de Gaulle, living in retirement but waiting for a chance to return to power.  Not only was Algiers the scene of massive riots against the socialist government but the paving stones of Paris were uprooted and hurled, in furious indignation, against police and official buildings.  In 1958 it seemed that shock troops were being made ready in Algiers, and were ready at a moment’s notice to fly into or parachute into Paris and take control of the National Assembly.  De Gaulle wound up taking charge under these heated circumstances and holding power shakily, while Algeria revolted and Algiers burned.  In 1960 another coup d'état seemed in the offing in Algeria, one threatening again to spread to all corners of the Hexagon.  This time the military ire of France was directed against de Gaulle himself, the old martial favorite of two years previous.  After the 1960 coup attempt was quickly defeated, de Gaulle would become  a constant target of small, brake-away military units on the run ( singly and in packs, rogue military units went after de Gaulle's scalp with bombs, machine guns, and hitmen --- bring your own popcorn and rent The Day of the Jackal ).
    The day after the Berlin Wall fell in 1989, was a day of mourning in the Pentagon.  Since Soviet tanks had started their Westward journey in 1944, the American military had acquired a reliable and dependable foe.  After the Fall of the Wall, the “Independent” Canal Zone, Somalia, and Serbia were all very well in their individual ways but afforded no more military satisfaction than a drunken turkey shoot.  These mini-wars seemed to be over long before they had began and the catch was ridiculously scrawny.  Nothing like a full military meal was to be had. A long war was needed to gain glorious metals and create ways in which to lavishly spend the public treasury.  After September 11, 2001 it was off to the races.  Now, at the prompting of Tel Aviv, America's military took on a colonial cast in the Middle East.  This is why the Pentagon is pushing for more troops for Afghanistan.  The Iraq excuse no longer seems plausible enough.  The new false flag is the raggle-taggle Taliban, lying in wait in Afghanistan, foaming at the mouth, ready to roll into Pakistan and grab that nation's nuclear stockpile.  At this point in time, staging a coup d'état in Pakistan, seems infeasible.  So a “Surge” through the prehistoric and rocky ravines of Afghanistan seems like a fine idea even if it is guaranteed to turn out to be a brilliant mistake.  Armies, throughout history, have lusted to burrow into rat holes in the furtherance of parochial necessities and prejudicial ends.  Afghanistan is the American Rat Hole.

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  Sept. 15, 2009 --- The Psychology of Dogs. Hitting bookstores today is Alexandra Horowitz's exhaustive tome on the Psychology of Dogs ( Inside of a Dog : What Dogs See, Smell & Know ).  She makes an interesting observation about the difference between Afghan Hounds and Pugs : Afghans have a long snout, at the end of which is their plane of vision, that plane of vision almost completely arches around their heads; they are divinely suited to hunting because they are gifted with a panoramic view that stretches off into the middle-distance.  But they have difficulty seeing objects that present themselves right in front of them.  Whereas the Pug has flat nose in a flat face, having an appearance which is most startlingly human.  And the Pug, like a man, tends to focus only on those objects directly to the front of his nose and therefore has a foreshortened plane of vision.  Thinking of things in a more general vein, if the Democrats in Congress were dogs, what kind of dogs would they be?  Every Congress has a term of two years in human terms.  But if every year of dog life is seven years to the one-year span of a human, does that mean that this Congress of Fido Pelosi & BoW WoW Reid is set to run for fourteen years of dog life?  It just seems like it --- doesn't it?

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   Sept. 14, 2009 --- Once It Starts, It Just Won't Stop! Kanye West interrupted an insignificant ceremonial for Taylor Swift at the MTV awards last night, just so he could put in his worthless two cents ( I blame that evil White man, Joe Wilson, for starting the latest, ridiculous craze of butting in whenever the Spirit moves you ). Come back home, Serena Williams --- all is forgiven!

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   Sept. 13, 2009 --- Retraction ( Apologies to Serena Williams ). After watching a salient clip of last night's tennis proceedings on youtube.com, I must say that the New York Times reporter seems to have grossly overstated the case. Serena Williams, from what I saw, did not stalk or range on the line judge. I could not make out the remarks quoted below, nor did I see any tennis-ball-in-face atrocities. Who wants to have beers at the White House, anyway? Barry is such a wet blanket.

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   Sept. 13, 2009 --- Incivilities in the Tennis World. According to this morning's editions of the New York Times, Serena Williams went Ghetto on the derrière of a lady line judge last night at the US Open in New York.  Mademoiselle Williams shouted at the line judge: "you don't f---king know me."  Thereafter Mademoiselle Williams stalked and ranged at the line judge in a menacing manner, and while waving a tennis ball in the line judge's face, she opined, by way of heightening the furtherance of disputation: "I'm going to take this ball and shove it down your throat!"  Williams was penalized a point for unsportsmanlike conduct, and, because her opponent, Kim Clijsters, was up by 40 in the game, she lost the game, the set, and the match by virtue of her outlandish outburst.  Inserene Serena, could this mean that your standing invitation for beers at the White House will now be withdrawn?

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 September 12, 2009 --- The Perpetual Rolling Amnesty. If any doubt remained that immigration into the United States had finally become the most important issue in our national politics, that doubt was completely dissipated by Congressman Joe Wilson on Wednesday night.  But for an issue that has been cloaked in falsehood, as it has been since 1965, petty-fogging and prevarication are bound to remain.  The misconception carries over from our last amnesty, passed by Congress in 1986 and signed into law by President Ronald Reagan in that year.  Nothing could be further from the truth.  We have had rolling amnesty after rolling amnesty ( Click Here ).  There is also a current confusion between categories and numbers encompassing " Illegal Immigration" and " Legal Immigration."  This is the way Republicans and Democrats like it and want it to stay.  Blather, over meaningless phrases and terms, is served up to conceal the global numbers of Third World Immigration into the United States, which is 3 million per annum.  The term, rolling amnesty, is itself deceptive.  Any tourist, from the Third World, is a potential illegal immigrant.  Although Congress, in 1996, passed legislation mandating that immigrants leaving the country be counted, just as immigrants entering the country are, the bureaucratic mechanisms, necessary to perform this task, have never been put into place.  This lack of counting of departures, from the US, has been long sustained for corrupt political reasons.  Let us say that there are 200,000 arrivals at LAX and JFK from two islands, one in the Pacific, and one in the Caribbean, during the course of any given year.  These two islands are Third World Islands as most islands in the Pacific and the Caribbean are!  Of these 200,000 Arrivals, let's hypothesize that about 40% of these Arrivals windup violating the terms of their tourist visas ( visas that are not work visas, which permit a stay in the United States for a pre-determined and statutory length of 90 or an 180 days ).  A bureaucratic set-up, of counting departures, would flag the bald fact that 80,000 Third World tourists, from these islands, have chosen to remain in the United States, in violation of the stated terms on their visas.  A bureaucratic set-up, tasked with enforcing American law, would now be alerted to the fact that 80,000 Third Worlders were then presently in the United States and awaiting deportation.  Even in the event of bureaucratic lethargy ( something that Americans can always count on! ), thereafter, our recalcitrant 80,000 Third Worlders would be allowed to remain in the United States unmolested, the INS or ICE or by whatever acronym the American immigration service will be someday known, could simply cut back on the next year's issuance of visas to Pacific Third World island A and Caribbean Third World island B by percentage of forty.  This constant cutting back over time would do much to reduce immigration from these two islands, until a point would be reached in which the issuance of tourist visas would no longer be 200,000 per annum, but say, perhaps, settle at a level of 50,000 or 60,000 per annum for as long as “tourists” from Pacific Third World island A or Caribbean Third World island B chose to flout American law.  Such a remedy for visa overstaying is at once so simple and so economical that even our vaunted federal government might succeed in applying its application in a manner that would not be too grotesque in its final results, which would be most pleasing in comparison to the Dog's Breakfast that is the sorry condition of present-day, American immigration enforcement.

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   September 10, 2009 --- Called Out! The Via Dolorosa of Barry Spendalicious, during the course of the last eight months, is certainly well-known.  On January 20th he was Jesus Christ's more colorful brother, glorious before the Throne of Worldly Power.  Last night, September 9th, he looked and sounded like another hack politician spouting words he didn't believe while making facial expressions as insincere as they were well practiced.  In a joint session of Congress last night, a bit of the spirit of the House of Commons broke out among the Republican contingent.  Booing and catcalling, certain members of the minority party were in a decidedly feisty mood.  Representative Joe Wilson ( R., S.C. ) was heard, on television and radio speakers throughout the land, yelling "Lie!" ( some papers report him as saying “You lie!” ), when Spendalicious claimed that Illegal Aliens would not receive government medical benefits in the final OBAMAcare® proposal (Illegals already receive free government medical benefits in emergency rooms and in targeted childhood programs.  Democrats have already voted against Republican proposals to verify the residency and citizenship of anyone applying for proposed OBAMAcare® benefits).  Need it again be said that the Immigration Act of 1965 remains the most harmful piece of legislative chicanery to emerge from Lyndon Johnson's vast panoply of Great Society welfare programs?  Barry Spendalicious : from Jesus Christ's more colorful brother to greenback-sucking vampire in a span of eight months!  When that resplendent epithet was heard, echoing through the length of the chamber, Nancy Pelosi’s eyes were seen to furiously roll in her head like inebriated ping-pong balls.  Calling a hack politician out for being a hack politician is shocking bad form in our upper-crust District of Criminals, where no lie or no limousine can be considered too big.  To my mind, chucking a vampire under the chin with the sharp, silver crucifix of righteous rebuke is admirable behavior and it deserves a Good Conduct medal in all weathers and in all seasons.  Afterall, who should stand up in the court of public opinion to press charges?  The pedestrian who has lost his wallet or the pickpocket who has stolen it?

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   Sept. 9, 2009 --- From the There Will Always be a France File. At approximately 8:30 on Sunday morning, a boatman fished out a large valise that was floating in the Marne, at a point near Lagny. The boatman opened the valise to discover the body of a fully dressed man sans shoes or socks. The next day, over the various newspaper accounts, a heated argument broke out in a Lagny bistro: surely, the press accounts of the incident must be utterly false --- how could the murderer have possibly stuffed the body of an adult male into a valise, no matter how big! --- surely, a full-scale steamer trunk would have been required?!

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   Sept. 8, 2009 --- Didn't Malcolm X Already Cover This? ( or Blé Noir Gets His Revenge! ) Just so you know that the Millennium has not yet arrived, even though Barry Spendalicious was elected president in November, Newsweek magazine brings you, despite or because of its rapidly declining circulation, the news that your White Baby is an irretrievable Racist ( the September 14, 2009 issue of the rag mag. has a picture of a beautiful White baby on its cover: the bold white headline reads: IS YOUR BABY RACIST? ). The long and tedious article inside is full of your run-of-the-mill, standard Freudian crocodile-talk; in a nutshell it posits that a White child, even though “racially formed” in the womb, can be taught to overcome such inbred tendencies by playing with Black children and having his mind vigorously scrubbed through the judicious use of Stalinist training, done in a controlled, pre-school environment.  Those, who are hoping to find accounts of pale children mugged for their lunch money or goofy teenage Whiggers murdered over a drug spot or a café-au-lait condensée Hottie, will come away sorely disappointed (the murder rate among Black males, in the United States, is at least eight times higher than the same rate among White males).  The windy article ends on an unintentionally humorous note: while White children overwhelmingly believe in the notion of Santa Claus, they cannot grasp the concept of a Black Santa Claus, benignly bearing gifts; it is thought, within the kernel of White, racist, childish thoughts, that St. Nick cannot be Black because a Black guy coming down the chimney could turn out to be a burglar --- Professor Gates phone home & let them know you're coming!  The psychologists who conducted the “thought-survey” were highly embarrassed, to say the least, when they were forced to confront this outrageous belief and found themselves obliged to explain it away with more Freudian crocodile-talk.  To deep thinkers of a certain political stripe, some thoughts, even among toddlers, are just too horrible to mention!  In the Obama-nation, don't you feel like we're all living in a cheap remake of Orwell's 1984 in which the Richard Burton character is cold sober?!

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   Sept. 2, 2009 --- Dating the Kitten with a Whip ( on the Local News ). Every man ever born knows how a pair of well turned legs or an upthrusting bosom, amply displayed, can end all debate as suddenly as the sun disappearing behind the moon during a fast-moving eclipse.  In this vein, discussion about racial quotas is avoided on the local news.  Discussion about racial quotas is not merely avoided, it is put to shame, in favor of the promotion of Miscegenation.  In the tri-state area (New Jersey, New York, & Connecticut) the local Fox news outlet considers it a high religious vocation to mix it up between the races, woman to man, and man with woman.  News executives call it the "Dating Scenario."  A White male, usually an older white male, is placed beside a non-White female (North Asian, South Asian, Hispanic, Mulatto, sometimes a dark African-American -- -- -- but very rarely a dark African-American ) and these " couples " are photographed in such a way that the camera angle makes it appear that they are practically touching (whether they are really touching is left to the lascivious conjecture of the viewer). Youtube.com is full of examples of North Asian Hotties showing cleavage that is too low or skirts that are too high, all this, while trying to read the news (is not the news supposed to be a serious endeavor?).  Last weekend, Christina Park, smiling broadly for what it’s worth, on the Fox local broadcast outlet for NY, NJ, & Conn., was wearing a sizzling little midnight black Dominatrix number that featured an enormous, shiny steel zipper that ran, in obvious fashion, from the bottom of her bellybutton to the beginnings of her bosom ( the zipper was completely zipped for Modesty's sake ).  If this North Asian Hottie weren't flat-chested, she would've caused a scandal.  Women can watch the local news for fashion advice and not get upset. Men should be advised that what they see is not news but electronic seduction drawn out over a span of 30 minutes: the object is to keep you sitting in your seat, through the commercials, in the hope of experiencing what appears to be infinite variety (will she bend forward to retrieve a pencil while she's reading about an approaching hurricane?  Will she cross her legs and hike up her mini-skirt as she reads the latest Dow Jones averages with the most earnest of faces?).  Guys, use those x-ray specs to read a newspaper.  After watching the déshabillé on the local news, you would never know, for a fact, that Playboy is losing so much money that the magazine has gone from a 12-times-a-year publication schedule to just a 10-times-a-year publication schedule and is in danger of going bankrupt! Too much competition, I guess!?

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    Aug. 31, 2009 --- Going Out on a Banana Peel, Part 463. There is justice among search engines --- 1. Ted Kennedy. 2. Chappaquiddick Incident. ---
    John Ferrar, the driver who recovered Kopechne's body and captain of the Martha's Vineyard Edgarton Fire Rescue unit [ on July 19, 1969 ], asserted that Kopechne did not die from the vehicle overturn or from drowning, but rather from suffocation, based upon the posture in which he found the body and its position relative to the area of an ultimate air pocket in the overturned vehicle. Ferrar also asserted that Kopechne would likely have survived had a more timely attempt at rescue been conducted ...

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    August 30, 2009 --- “Suck on This!” A few thoughts about the wit and wisdom of Thomas Friedman of the New York Times.  There's an old snippet of an interview that he did a few years back with Charlie Rose of PBS ( Click Here ) currently bouncing around the Internet.  In it he unbuttons his world philosophy, if philosophy it can be called, about the unprovoked 2003 US invasion of Iraq.  First let us consider the two schools of thought about this snippet.  The first school has it that Friedman is your standard gung-ho neocon, who thought it a very little thing for the US to go out and become an auxiliary of the IDF, getting entangled in the Middle East for the greater good of Israel.  The second school of thought posits that Friedman is your standard, run of the mill, juvenile neocon -- -- -- who got into the habit, long ago, of considering US foreign policy as his own personal Rambo movie.  My take is simply this: Thomas Friedman of the New York Times concluded, at the age of 10, that the average American is a blithering idiot who can be fed a limitless stream of lies because he has the IQ of an overcooked legume.

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   August 30, 2009 --- Do the Funky Chicken! Beginning in 1979, the British Conservative Party won four successive elections ( 1979: 44%; 1983: 42%; 1987: 42%; 1992: 42% ).  The Tory Party stayed in power for 18 years.  Labour would knock the Tories from their perch in 1997.  Labour won another easy victory in 2001.  But by 2005 the Conservatives seemed to have something of a chance. Alas, it was not to be.  With only 35% of the vote, Labour won for the third straight time.  The Tories got only 32%.  The Liberals received 22% while fringe parties drew an unusually high total of 11%.  British voters seemed to care for none of the three major parties in 2005.  But with a majority of more than 50 seats in Parliament, Labour obtained a cushion that has allowed its politicians to do anything they damn well please.  Wild government spending continues.  The air and sea ports were opened even wider, and stay open, to receive the dregs of the Third World.  Even though Labour had only managed to finagle a little more than one third of the overall vote, both Blair and Brown proceeded in a politically, suicidally dangerous manner, remarkable for “clever” politicians.  They thought they could mimic the Tories and win four times in a row.  As the 2010 election looms, Labour's chances look bleak.  The paltry Liberal Party seems poised to overtake them in the final poll.
   In 2008 Barry Spendalicious was handed birthday cake after birthday cake.  The trans-national media dubbed him the Second Coming of Jesus Christ and advertised him as such.  Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac went belly-up in July of that year.  Hank Paulson assured the Chinese bureaucrats that their nation's investment of more than $500 million in Fannie & Freddie paper would be honored.  The Congress obliged, passing legislation agreeing to guarantee the dud Fannie & Freddie food stamp mortgages.  In September, when Goldman Sachs cried out for a life raft of greenbacks and teetered on the sharp edge of insolvency, Hank Paulson again, whom many suspected bore a tattoo of the Goldman Sachs logo on his left bicep, told Congress that the health of Goldman Sachs was vital to the health of the overall world & US economies.  Congress again obliged and shoveled more than 800 billion down the proverbial rathole.  Barry Spendalicious was merely an innocent bystander who just happened to be passing by and catch sight of a wad of fresh bills, lying in the middle of this path, all wrapped up in a blow with a deposit slip to his Campaign Fund hanging from the middle.  In fine, Barry was never on his own -- -- -- he had help.  Now in the late summer of 2009 the bloom is most decidedly off the rose and the bow is being used for string to tie up a busted valise.  Gone are the sweet days of the Stimulus package.  Gone is Cap & Trade. Sonia Sodabottle sits on the Supreme Court and is loaded for bear and White firefighters.  His best days behind him, Barry must now contemplate the future with dread ( don’t talk about the government option! ).  Poor Barry reminds one of those performing hens trapped behind glass, once seen at certain East Coast seaside arcades : behind a crudely printed sign of DO THE FUNKY CHICKEN! 25 SCENTS! waits a caged bird. After the coin was dropped, the animal, wearing a feathered musketeer or pimp hat was pushed onto a tiny dance floor, heated by hot, metal plates.  For 30 seconds, the unfortunate bird hopped in agony, rather than danced.  Performing seals were better treated.

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   Aug. 29, 2009 --- Die Zeit von Luther. It was, first, a Medici pope who happened upon a profitable use for the printing press.  Indulgences were cranked out to supply the various fleshy and commercial needs of the Vatican.  In the Florence of the Medici, the Renaissance was born.  In the Rome of the Medici pope ( Leo X, seen at right below ), corruption advanced and venality found a rising market.  It was said that God was reborn in the sunshine art of Florence but went on to die and was splendidly buried in the damp catacombs of the Vatican. 
   There was no reason to think that Rome would not be able to crush Martin Luther, as it had done with so many other obstreperous priests since Constantine had made Christianity the official religion.  But Luther succeeded where preceding clerical rebels had failed: he turned the new invention of the printing press against Rome and the Pope, simply by acquiring his own printing press and deploying it to his own purposes. Instead of Indulgences, argumentative pamphlets hit hot lead.  Illiterates, who had bought the Indulgences, were now regaled by the printed word, read out but spoken in secret, usually by a Lutheran priest, who deployed private literacy to the ends of public rebellion against both Roman Church and Catholic State.  At first blush the printing press was used like any other new invention: purchased by the rich for the rich, it seemed natural that the rich would regulate the printing press exclusively for their own designs, for maintaining power & rank.  But the printing press proved to be the proverbial Jack-in-the-Box.  Once unleashed, it shook the Western World topsy-turvy. 
  A creation of the US Defense Department, the Internet was a means of communication fashioned exclusively as a platform for surviving bureaucrats to keep in touch, after the event of a dreaded but possible nuclear war.  Who could conceive, that 30 years later, it would be used to expose the priapic resident of the Oval Office who was in the habit of  receiving Blow Jobs from a lowly, plump employee and thereafter washing away the evidence of afternoon debauchery in the adjoining sink?  What the government had created, in the spirit of bureaucracy, had now become an invention that embarrassed and informed: an electronic newspaper that spread information, of a nature both high and low, and that bypassed the need to pour hot lead into wooden frames or turn a forest of trees into a warehouse of rolls of paper.  Martin Luther, after publishing his criticisms of the Roman Church and its Pope, went on to publish his criticisms of the Medicis and directed inked, picturesque woodcuts be pressed onto paper.  It is the Internet, not the drooling simpletons of TeeVee, who have shone the light of day onto the Pope of Hyannisport and his farcical life.  The Pope is dead, long live the Pixel!

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  Aug. 28, 2009 --- A Back-to-School Sale Event. The new grammar books, for Junior High students, have been sexualized --- following apace with developments in American Society ( condoms for Third-Graders ) : EXAMPLE NO. 3. DIAGRAM THIS SENTENCE : Everybody thought her Boyfriend was hung like a horse because his voice was unusually hoarse. ( Thanks for the e-mail, Mr. Ed! ).

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    Aug. 28, 2009 --- Vick's an Eagle, Hide Your Beagle! ( Tippercanoe & Tyler, Too! ). You know a man is desperate when you see him clutching at straws.  You know that members of a political party are desperate when the utterances, coming from their mouths, are of a particularly ridiculous stripe: certain Democrat politicians are determined to milk the death of Teddy Kennedy down to the last drop.  The death of the world-class US Senate drunkard and Massachusetts Road Horror, has provoked a thoughtful mood in conniving Democrat minds.  If only we could do something to resuscitate our dying OBAMAcare® proposal, then Mary Jo Kopechne would not have died in vain!  --- think the dunderheads.  Democrats should be advised, however, that sloganeering will only take you so far.  Newly minted slogans should ring with the music of Truth.  A dead fish is still a dead fish and it still stinks from the head and its other constituent parts.  Pretty words of description cannot erase the overall stench.  OBAMAcare® still smells pretty bad, sorry to say.  Wrapping a dead Kennedy around it is nothing more than trying to hide decomposition behind a transparent veil of decomposition.  Democrats are advised to “Shout the Bar” in remembrance of our late, lamented Teddy -- -- -- now that's something he would have really appreciated!

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    Aug. 27, 2009 --- I am Mr. Id ( a Jackass is a horse, of course, of course --- and this one'll talk 'til his voice is hoarse ). The last seven months of Barry Spendalicious in the White House have been more than a short, strange trip.  They have been seven long months of bewildering fogginess -- -- -- as if this were the sequel to The Candidate screened before a captive, tied-down audience. The video image of Barry Spendalicious, under the direction of the trans-national media that adores him, has degraded into a state of pathetic bovineness. After the joyousness of the November election night celebrations of Le Culte du Nègre, the trans-national media has simply run out of ideas about what to do with him.  They are simply bereft of any fresh fantasies of Barry that would enamor the American public anew.  No longer a God quite obviously, but not quite an ordinary man, Barry Spendalicious seems suspended between heaven and hell, like a low-grade moron with his baseball cap on sideways, holding onto an old deflated basketball, leaning against the red poll of an abandoned, signless bus stop, and clutching an out-of-date fare transfer in his hands.  Not merely a fish out of water, but looking like some big frog escaped from a little pond in search of the right-size aqualung that would fit his scaly back.  Of course the ad hominem attacks of the trans-national media continue -- -- -- they know little else.  Their enemies are the “teabaggers” and the “racists” who oppose Barry out of ignorance and spite.  Come to think of it, after seven months in the White House, Barry has become quite creepy -- -- -- hasn't he?

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   Aug. 26, 2009 --- Return of the Mississippi Scheme? On the Paris Bourse, in May of 1719, a share of Mississippi Company stock was trading at 500 livres the certificate ( in 1719, 500 French silver livres were worth approximately $65 in today's inflated US paper money ). About $1.6 billion, in today's money, was outstanding in Mississippi Co. debt or bonds.  During the summer of 1719, stock specialists, prompted by agents of the King, began to tout Mississippi shares ( the Mississippi Company was owned by the King ).  The Mississippi shares began a dizzying ride upward, until February 1720, when they would reach their highest price: 10,000 livres a share!  The specialists kept touting the Mississippi shares until such a frenzy of speculation was stoked that there was no more ready silver left in France with which to purchase the Mississippi shares.  Specialists then coaxed their clients or victims to trade-in their low-interest paying Mississippi bonds in exchange for the skyrocketing Mississippi shares.  After practically every Mississippi bond was sucked into the Bourse for Mississippi shares, the King's agents saw to it that bushels of 50 livre notes were dumped into general circulation, beginning in September of 1720.  Each 50 livre note stated that it was fully redeemable, on-demand, for silver.  This retarded the fall in the price of the Mississippi shares but could not foreclose the inevitable.  The mob ceased to buy the Mississippi shares, which had formally circulated as money in Paris, and began to demand specie ( silver ) for their 50 livre notes.  After the banks were denuded of all silver, the promise printed on the notes for redemption in silver became a lie -- -- -- in September of 1721 Mississippi Co. shares were again selling at 500 livres each.  At the top of the market, only 17 months before, a single Mississippi share was selling at $125,000 in today's US paper money!  But most of the Mississippi shares, purchased at that astronomical price, had been bought with paper money of uncertain and wildly fluctuating value so that every Bourse-bettor had not been made into a complete Sucker.  Since March of this year, the Dow Jones has been on a journey of unbroken ascent, although its rise has not been quite as hectic as the frenetic Paris Bourse of 1720.  Barry Spendalicious is surely not as unscrupulous as the King of France was, once upon a time.  He would not encourage the Fed. to print money on a vast scale in order to deceive the general population, solely for the purpose of enriching the central government!  Now would he?
  August 24, 2009 --- Observed in Jersey City. An SUV with a Bumper Stick sporting John McCain's painfully wrinkled, pale face and saying in bold, black letters : NO COUNTRY FOR OLD MEN. VOTE OBAMA '08!. Is America's Most Unsuccessful Vietnam Fighter Jock still in a bad mood?

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  Aug. 24, 2009 --- Ignorant of History & Believing the Lie. It has often been said that a fallacy, constantly repeated, becomes the truth.  Such a factoid is found in a belief that the Federal Reserve, alone, slammed onto the brakes of the American economy in 1929, when it refused to practice quantitative easing ( the wholesale printing of paper money ).  In the period running from 1929 through 1933, about 4500 US banks closed their doors and the overall stock of money was aggressively reduced.  That calamity shrunk the money supply by approximately 25% in the space of 3½ years  --- the Federal Reserve Bank of New York was powerless to do anything to replace this missing quarter of the American money supply.  The cold hard fact is simply this: that if the Fed had tried to replace the missing 25% by sending an order to the Bureau of Engraving & Printing for unbacked, paper Fed. notes, those paper Fed. notes would have been discounted as they had been during the time of the Civil War ( 1861-1965 ) when the value of US paper money slowly dropped to a bottom level of 38% of their original value of issuance in relation to the British £ sterling and US inflation ( in the northern states ) reached an upward rate of more than 20% in 1864.  In 1929-33, the Fed could not simply print money because it had hard-money competitors: US Silver Certificates, US Gold Certificates, and even wobbly US Red Seal notes --- all issued by the US Treasury Department.  And because Federal Reserve notes were still convertible into gold at the central cash-in windows of the 12 Federal Reserve branches as well as most National Banks, that held their fiat reserves in Treasury Bonds, and at the cash-in window of the US Treasury Department in Washington, wholesale paper money printing would have provoked a panic-run for every type of specie ( gold & silver ).  The Federal Reserve Bank finally did get to place a huge order with the Bureau of Engraving & Printing, in March of 1933, after FDR took the country off the domestic gold standard ( this would lead to a raging inflation during the period of 1946-49, when US banks let loose and flooded their depression-era fiat paper reserves into the US economy ).  The wholesale printing of paper money in 2008 and 2009 is guaranteed to mean inflation somewhere down our collective economic road in the United States and the dollar itself will be greatly discounted on world currency markets ( shades of the Civil War ).  Only Americans who have put all their money into gold ETFs will be able to sleep at night when this horrible future catches up with us. It will be a future as bold as Love and twice as ugly.

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   Aug. 23, 2009 --- Michael Jackson's Interment Postponed One More Time! When will the never-ending Freak Show come to an end? Will Barry Spendalicious be coaxed into granting final and permanent consent for a Look-Alike Contest of Aroused Chimpanzees, wearing Spangled Gloves and dressed by Skin-Peeled Fanatics, giving the go-ahead of letting it be staged every Spring after the May Day Sausage-Roll Off for Homosexual Arbor Day on the White House lawn? It's a Madhouse, I tell you, a Madhouse!!!

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   August 21, 2009 --- Trust Me, Part 463. Third World Immigration into the United States has always been a most dreadfully under-reported story in the trans-national press -- -- -- and never more so than at the present moment.  Third World Immigration has grown so rapidly and to so huge a number, since 1965, that it colors practically every aspect of American life.  Take Obamacare® for example.  A Third Worlder, who presents himself at a hospital emergency room, will receive free care, no questions asked ( and no Birth Certificate required! ).  And, thanks to the Dems., a child from the Third World is automatically covered under SCHIP, whatever his immigration status.  No one with half a brain is deceived, by now, of dishonest Democrat protestations that Illegal Immigrants will not be covered under Obamacare® ).  Republican amendments, restricting eligibility of Illegals to Obamacare®, have been defeated in various committee votes in the House of Representatives ( Republicans want persons applying for Obamacare® to prove citizenship or legal residency before being granted eligibility for government medical benefits ).  Since 1965, the nightmarish ballpark guess of more than 100 million Third Worlders, crossing US borders, has become an ultimate, infinite Ponzi scheme from Hell and it appears to be a Ponzi scheme from Hell that will never end.  One fine day a brave politician will stand up in Congress and give voice to the necessity, not merely of Illegal Alien Control, but of comprehensive visa control and reduction.  Approximately 2 million Aliens from the Third World legally enter the United States each year and remain to be accorded government race quotas and to be granted government benefits.  A lightened national wallet is tomorrow's national wisdom ( Jesus, hear our prayer! ).

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