There. He Finally Admitted It.

via Ace

Obama finally admitted he is a socialist. Everything else he says is a lie. The NY Post:

Buried in the 17th paragraph of one of those mewling New York Times pieces on the woes of Obama — can we start calling him Woe-bama yet? — appeared these two words: “going Bulworth.”

Obama himself, the Times explained, has been “longingly” telling his inner circle that what he’d really like to do is what Sen. Jay Bulworth, played by Warren Beatty in his 1998 movie “Bulworth,” did: to go public as an unabashed, angry and admitted socialist.

It’s as if Ronald Reagan had been caught saying he wanted to “Go Strangelove.”

In confessing his dreams of “going Bulworth,” Obama confirmed that what he thinks and what he says out loud are two different things. He let slip the mask of a center-left moderate — a “pragmatist” who only cares about “what works.” The press and even right-of-center columnists like Ross Douthat and David Brooks have always insisted that this completely unconvincing masquerade is genuine.

For those who aren’t movie buffs, Bulworth portrayed a veteran Senator losing his latest campaign, who makes some drunken admissions… you get the picture. But back to the present.

Of course, you can’t expect the NYT to admit to anything but flat-out fluffing when it comes to The Won.

Don’t believe me? Read the thing for yourself and see if you don’t want a shower after all the wah-wah-wah, OurBoyIsBeingPickedOn hand-wringing.

Ace rightly called it “pillow-talk”

Likewise, the rest of the media will never ask about this provocative statement. They understand that this was just pillow-talk intended to stay between lovers, and not intended for wider dissemination.

The incestuous corruption runs so deep, we may not have a historical precedent for comparison. Any historians out there want to weigh in?


H/T Michelle’s Mirror


Even the Queen holds her own umbrella.

What’s Obama going to do next? Resurrect Sir Walter Raleigh to cast his cloak over mud puddles so His Magnificence doesn’t sully his dainty little feet?

Look – A Shiny New Thingy in the Sidebar

One of the drawbacks of reduced blogging time due to gastric unhappiness (it’s a conspiracy, I tell you!) is the lack of interaction with other bloggers. Even my Twitter was broken and required too much attention to get it cranked back up.

So imagine my surprise when cruising about today, reacquainting myself with many of the friends I haven’t met yet, to see that I’d won an award. Aw shucks!

Many thanks to Zilla of the Resistance for noticing me and fighting beside me to take our country back!

What a Busy Day. Or something.

So much to read, so little time.

We, meaning bitter-clingers good ol’ ordinary Americans, were right. We smelled a rat. A giant, rancid rat. Even his devotees are beginning to doubt.

Benghazi. So many links, so many lies. But not to worry; Susan Rice is in line for a promotion.

There’s more. The IRS is being sued for stealing tens of millions of health records. And Obamacare hasn’t even kicked in.

The press appears to e coming out of it’s six year coma. It still remains to be seen if they have retained any cognitive ability.

The IRS used audits and intimidation like a blunt weapon. Dr. Anne Hendershott. Billy Graham Evangelistic Association, Samaritan’s Purse and the Biblical Recorder. Leaked IRS documents were used against Mitt Romney by the Obama campaign. The 500. They want it all. Even the names of students you mentored. Don’t even ask if the director got bonuses. You know the answer to that.

The White House pressured the WaPo to fire Dr. Milton Wolf. With family like that (Dr. Wolf is Obama’s second cousin), who needs enemies?

Boehner Knew…

…about the Benghazi emails in March. And he did nothing.


He needs to be thrown out with the Obama baby water.

Lifting the Dragon’s Breath

No matter who Obama believes he is, even Merlin couldn’t cast a spell that lasted forever.

For the last year, I’ve been sick at heart. People can be such disappointments. The hypocrisy we’ve personally witnessed both close at hand and from afar is enough to turn most folks’ stomachs. The God Business is not for the faint at heart. Add to that watching the foundation of a country that I love crack and crumble a little more each day – no wonder I can’t sleep and my gut churns like I’ve taken a double Miralax with a crack chaser with my morning oatmeal.

Then last week, at the first hint of that swirling mist around Benghazi might lift, Jeff at Protein Wisdom voiced all my disgust in one post. Read it all. I’ll wait.

Since then, Obama’s web of deceit began to unravel. The IRS. The AP. The EPA. The Sebelius healthcare shakedown. And Drudge promises there is more to come. Plenty of linky goodness, so no need to link here.

And right on cue, we get the news that The White House authorized the IRS target practice.

Ace has started a scorecard. Heh.


I feel like Theoden having just been freed by Gandalf from Wormtongue’s tortured whispers.

Now if I could only get rid of this lingering stomach virus…

BREAKING: Even DC is turning on Obama now…

Winter is coming won’t go away

Alas and alack, the gastric unhappiness that began last month (March actually) continues to slow me down. Add to that the fact that this May has started out as the coldest since my childhood, and it’s been raining for four days – you’ve got my mood.

It’s just the weather folks. Some years are colder than others. Some years are hotter than others. Some wetter. Some dryer. It’s just weather. However, for my personal amusement (I really need something to cheer me up) I’ll link to this old 1975 article from Newsweek archived by Sweetness & Light that predicted an impending Little Ice Age. The horror! We’re doomed! We’ll starve! We’ll freeze! Watch the liberal Gorite’s little heads explode!

Another factor, though not one that drags me down, is that I’ve been playing the part of Florence NightingMom. Friday NotSoWeeHighlander had his wisdom teeth removed. I wasn’t worried about the surgery, he’s a tough kid. And so far, so good. Very little swelling. Moderate, but manageable pain levels. Milk shakes and soups. Maybe I can get a grilled cheese down him later today. Since he’s recuperating, I have to stay close. We’ve been watching the first season of Game of Thrones.

Even though it seems our winter won’t go away, I’m very thankful our winter doesn’t last ten years.

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