A Nerve Hit, Did He?

Well, no wonder, since the nerve is the size of a fully-operational Death Star. I’m talking about that quivering mass of festering, twitching tissue know as the liberal MSM. Or as Stacy calls them, partisan publicists.

They are not independent journalists, they’re partisan publicists, yet they expect to be taken seriously as reporters when they can’t even be bothered to do a Google search and find out when a factory closed.

They are a disgrace to the profession to which they claim to belong. Truth matters. Truth is precious and powerful. Liars are a dime a dozen.

During the last night of the RNC, in the line-up before Mitt Romney’s acceptance speech, Clint Eastwood showed up and MOCKED their idol. Remember Alinsky’s Rule 5:

“Ridicule is man’s most potent weapon. It is almost impossible to counteract ridicule. Also it infuriates the opposition, which then reacts to your advantage.”

The media immediately reacted, in their typical fashion.

The media, naturally, is furious. They don’t like to see Their Precious One mocked and they also understand the power of mockery — which is why they keep Stewart and Colbert on such a tight leash. This is why the media has already written 25 stories (5 from Politico) mocking Eastwood.

Had Eastwood said the things the media likes to hear with the same nervousness and hesitation, they would’ve called him wizened and seasoned. But because he mocked Their Precious One, suddenly he’s some kind of embarrassment.


All I can say in response is: Go to hell you Obama-shilling crybabies. Eastwood showed more grit and honestly in those few minutes than you water carriers have during your entire propaganda-for-the-collective careers.

What Eastwood did tonight was funnier, fresher, edgier, and braver than anything those comedy cowards Chris Rock, Jon Stewart or Stephen Colbert have done in 15 years.

82 years-old, and Dirty Harry is still pissing all the right people off.

My hero.

But heed a warning here, you mock Eastwood at your peril. For my generation at least, Clint is our John Wayne. He is the age of most of our fathers. He has that same dogged determination, that ‘make my day/get off my lawn’ attitude that most of us responsible, law-abiding taxpayers grew up under. And we recognize that tone before a full sentence is even uttered. Pay attention and pay attention now, because I’m not going to say it again, punk. Pick on him, and you pick on our dads, our uncles, our grandfathers, our brothers. The bedrock generation of this nation.

Clint’s best line of the night, I think, was this:

…you, we — we own this country.
We — we own it. It is not you owning it, and not politicians owning it. Politicians are employees of ours.
And — so — they are just going to come around and beg for votes every few years. It is the same old deal. But I just think it is important that you realize , that you’re the best in the world. Whether you are a Democrat or Republican or whether you’re libertarian or whatever, you are the best. And we should not ever forget that. And when somebody does not do the job, we got to let them go.

Obama, et al., you’re fired.

Now get off my lawn.

Sorry So Quiet…

Add this uninvited guest to the bedlam of our August: computer troubles. Major computer troubles.

Of the three ailing machines, only one is up and running at the moment. Let me stress… at.the.moment.

Technology. Can’t live with it, can’t live without it.

Dramatic, Heavy Sigh.

My Eyes! My Eyes!

Possibly the ugliest picture of the summer, if not ever…

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I’m a Sucker for College Football, Especially When it Provides an Opportunity to Take a Well-Deserved Swipe at the Trade School

While waiting for the polls to close, I was planning on a quick post about the comedic Clayton Country Sheriff run-off here in GA, but the siren call of college football is just too strong to resist.

Kellogg’s has come out with college team themed Pop-Tarts. There are five teams: North Carolina, Michigan, Florida, Arkansas and Georgia. Note there is NO Georgia Tech.

Here’s why – Hobnail_Boot comments the final answer at Get the Picture:

I suggest that the ones with GT and Oklahoma logos be eaten on a plate. They tend to fall apart in bowls.


17 days.

P.S. In honor of Trog, I’d say the second place comment involves the Packers:

This particular product will be a huge success in Green Bay before the cheese heads have their coffee and/or schnapps in the mornings and then realize it isn’t about them.

Now that’s funny.

Uh, He Said What?

Over the weekend Todd Akin, GOP candidate for U.S. Senate in Missouri with a sizable lead over his Democrat opponent, said stupid something so profoundly stupid, it pierced the self-induced cocoon of Last Weekend With GradSchoolGirl and made it us all scratch our heads.

“If it’s a legitimate rape, the female body has ways to try to shut that whole thing down.”

Don’t believe me? Watch it yourself…

His opponent, the sitting Senator Sen. Claire McCaskill (D-Maleficent) quickly handed him a shovel and watched his lead in the race evaporate. In fact, she watched her opposition evaporate as Akin has said he’s leaving the race. How convenient.

My stars! Todd Akin might have been a nice fella and all, but the GOP really needs to help its candidates with basic Q&A prep.

As for Mr. Akin’s basic lack of biology skills, this ranks up there with the Old Baptist thinkers who wouldn’t let the boys and girls swim in the same pool at the same time. The girls might get pregnant, ya know.

Dear Lord, give me strength to make it through this election.

UPDATE: Akins stays in the race. This will be interesting to watch…

The Light at the End of the Tunnel

Coming up for air…HornGirlGradStudent’s move to NY went off without a hitch. Now she’s home again for final goodbyes and end-of-work related stuff. All I got was a lousy T-shirt.

Truly amazing things happen when you go out of town and unhook the news feed.

VP Joe Biden plays the race card. The WH is in disaster recovery mode. And his Secret Service posse seems to be really sick of him.

The Farce known as the Clayton County Sheriff campaign continues unabated. Surely a better candidate can be found in that sad little county.

The tree-huggers are unhappy. Because they are wrong. Again.

What’s up with the ASO? Were local high choruses disinvited to the annual Holiday Concert due to their lack of pigmentation? Or do you believe the PC spin from the ASO? Considering that the leadership of ASO, including that on the podium, is some of the most liberally indoctrinated in the country, I side with the schools. Diversity trumps performance excellence.

The Cheesehead Prognosticator is at it again.

Olympic Women’s Fencing. Yawn. Hey, this makes it better.

Romney-Ryan It Is

The little hash tag tha could – #GIVEUSRYAN – coined by Stacy McCain and Ali Akbar flooded the twitternetz the last few days. The Romney campaign evidently got the message.

I got your “New Hope and Change” right here.

Sheldon Was Right

Yeah, I know I said I’d be hyper-busy the next two weeks, but these two items deserve your attention.

First, Shelton was right to declare Wil Wheaton his mortal enemy. Wil has landed on the wrong side of the chicken you might say, breaking one of his own rules (“Don’t be a ****” — a word that has no place on family blog.) Jimmie Bise has more.

And secondly, and you know this already, the MINO (Media In Name Only) are trying to create buzz and momentum for the Obama campaign in misrepresenting polling information. When they say Obama is ahead in the polls, it really means Panic! Romney is ahead! Panic! Welcome to Opposite Land.

The next you know, we’ll be seeing Roseanne Barr in a tin foil bikini.

Where in the World…

We arrived home Saturday night at almost midnight. RedState was a great success and soon, very soon, I’ll have thoughts and even pictures if I can only find the camera in this mess of boxes and bags and bikes.

In the meantime, for the next two weeks, blogging will be scarce to non-existent as we are packing and moving the younglings off to school.

NotSoWeeHighander returns to his college in Rome, at least what’s left of it. He’s easy to move. Sheets, clothes, game system, laptop, TV, gallon of milk and two boxes of Chips Ahoy Chocolate Chunk cookies. Everything fits into the back of an SUV. Done.

HornGirlWithoutAGig heads off to grad school in NY. Besides all the usual girlie stuff, too many clothes, shoes, makeup, jewelry, books, trinkets, and a drugstore’s worth of shower/hair products, we also have a bike, a horn, a stand, four crates of music, various electronics including a new MacBook and five boxes of YARN. Yes, YARN.

Insert into this swirling sirocco of bedlam our ailing and ancient dog. Last week, Elizabeth/The Anchoress lost her beloved Allie. Oh, how I wept when I read her post. Now we face the same grief as we watch our little Chance fade away. I had so hoped he would make it until the kids were gone and we could handle everything quietly. This morning I’m surprised he made it through the night. He may take his leave of us before the kids ship off, which will make our partings even more bittersweet.

Pray for us.

Off to RedState!

Tomorrow morning we leave at the crack of dawn, heading to Jacksonville and this year’s RedState Gathering.

Hopefully the wi-fi will work so I can post a bit. This year’s agenda looks great, and as usual, Erick does a wonderful job organizing the entire weekend.

Plus we get to greet a brand new, squeaky new Senator!

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