Biden: “…we’re counting on all of you, the legitimate news media…”

“Legitimate news media?” What’s that?

In an equally frightening vein, every Google search you make contributes a bit of behavioral data to the Left. Remember that.

Goooood Grief!

Parents in Arkansas, of all places, (honestly, you’d expect a story like this out of New York or California), are upset that children from Terry Elementary in Little Rock were invited to a stage production of ‘A Charlie Brown Christmas’ at a local church. Mind you, they didn’t bring up the issue with the school’s administration, but went straight to the local atheist society with their complaint, knowing full well the airways would swell with the feigned outrage of brainwashing their little ones. And of course, the chief complainer doesn’t want to be identified. They are all afraid their children would be bullied. Oh, waaaaaaaah.

I hope the Grinch steals all your presents. And your roast beast, too.

What a sad, small place we have become.

Nothing is More Subliminal Than Music

Music is everywhere. Soundtracks for movies. Happy songs. Sad songs. Cheer songs at sporting events. Soaring symphonies. Amazing concertos. Drummers banging on kitchen tables. Children’s songs. Commercials. Video games. Ipods. Ring-tones. Rides at DisneyWorld (see, now you have that song stuck in your head forever and I didn’t even have to say which ride, did I!?! Bwaah-ha-ha)

Living in a house full of classically and not-so-classically trained musicians, we have more than our share.

Music evokes more emotion than any other human creation. We remember where we were when we heard our first Beatles song. Or the instrument we wanted to play. Certain songs turn on the faucets for me, sending chills down my spine and tears down my cheeks. Elton’s Your Song, Debussy’s Clare du Lune, The Battle Hymn of the Bulldawg Nation, Mozart’s Lacrimosa, Beethoven’s Ode of Joy, Berlioz’s The Shepherd’s Farewell to the Holy Family, so, so many I’ve performed. I embarrass my children a lot. Especially the one with the Music Performance degree.

Some people are immune to the nuances of music. Discarded as unuseful, like the old language of flowers, music has no meaning to them. For example, take the current administration.

During last week’s lavish state visit by the leader of Communist China, Obama had no problems dropping hundreds of dollars just on the wine, but couldn’t be bothered with what might actually be on the musical program.

How to evaluate the results of last week’s China-U.S. summit in Washington? Improbably, the key for the entire event may lie in what is usually the least memorable portion of these carefully choreographed occasions: the cultural program at the concluding state banquet.

During the dinner’s musical interlude and following a duet with American jazz musician Herbie Hancock, Chinese pianist Lang Lang treated the assembled dignitaries to a solo of what he described as “a Chinese song: ‘My Motherland.’”

The Chinese delegation was clearly delighted: Chinese President and Communist Party chief Hu Jintao, stone-faced for many of his other photo ops in Washington, beamed with pleasure upon hearing the melody and embraced Lang Lang at the song’s conclusion. President Obama, for his part, amiably praised Lang Lang for his performance and described the event as “an extraordinary evening.”

Even the supposed Asian experts on the National Security Council did not recognize the melody, or the potential of damage by the implied insult. Yet another example of clueless-trickle-down.

“My Motherland” is still famous in China; indeed, it is well-known to practically every Chinese adult to this very day. Unfortunately, this political anthem and its significance were evidently unknown to the many members of the administration’s China team—the secretary and deputy secretary of State, the assistant secretary of State for East Asia and the Pacific, and the National Security Council’s top two Asia experts—who were on hand at the state dinner and heard this serenade. Clueless about the nature of the insult, they did not know to warn the president that he would embarrass himself and his country by not only sitting through the song, but by congratulating Lang Lang for it afterward.

Although Americans are often tone-deaf to cadences of symbolism in international relations, the Chinese are not. And for Chinese audiences, the symbolism of performing “My Motherland” to a host of uncomprehending barbarians in the White House itself hardly required explanation. This was a triumph of sorts for a newly assertive, and more nakedly anti-American, strain in Chinese foreign policy. The episode has reportedly already gone viral over the Chinese Internet, where the buzz on this crude and deliberate snub is overwhelmingly and enthusiastically positive. Hu can thus return home confident his visit to America will widely be regarded as a success domestically— for reasons his American counterparts do not yet seem to comprehend. [Emphasis – Admin]

As for this musician, you can count that I will never, EVER buy a ticket to a Lang Lang concert. As for the rest of them; I can see 2012 from my house.

Ok, Pretend I’m a German Soldier Hiding in the Brush When I Say…

Very in-ter-rest-tink.

While most of America shakes their collective head over the Democrats electing the most toxic political figure in modern American history to be their leader again, another story is beginning to emerge. A story that sounds just like something the underhanded Pelosi would pull.

From Anthony Martin, at the Conservative Examiner,

New allegations raise suspicions concerning the near-miraculous election of Nancy Pelosi as House Minority Leader in the 2011 Congress, which is set to take office in January, leading to the question, did Pelosi blackmail the White House to get the post?

[…] Is it lack of courage, perhaps, that led to the Democrats’ questionable move? Or is there a more sinister reason? One person suggests blackmail. And the charge is not too far-fetched.

Ulsterman reports today that White House sources have alluded to information Pelosi has on the President — information that could be so damaging to Obama that his Presidency would be sent into a tailspin. So fetermined was Pelosi to keep her position of leadership in the House that sources suggest she used that information to put pressure on the White House, which then put pressure on House Democrats to vote in favor of Pelosi for Minority Leader.

This Ulsterman had a discussion with a White House insider, who, shall we say, spilled a LOT of beans.

Insider: Ok, so if I’m being told this, being told repeatedly that Speaker pelosi has had it with the White House, has had it with the president, is gonna help send them all packin’ Away to political has-been street, and then she actually stays on as party leader, that means something happened. Something changed from what I am being told. Or somebody got it wrong – and either way, I can be -expletive- over on this whole thing. Do you realize how powerful a Speaker of the House really is? And Pelosi is about as tough a Speaker as I’ve seen. Tough-though lady. Not someone you wanna make an enemy of, right? So…if-if…if she stays on as party leader, that means she was got to. That means she made a deal. And if she was gonna help crack heads over at the White House, that means she probably made a deal with them, right? And that means this information she was supposed to help leak out there to the rest of us, to others, will probably disappear.

Ulsterman: But the Republicans will control Congress. Pelosi won’t be Speaker. Seems like that information would still get out there. Why wouldn’t it?

Insider: Because the only way the White House would agree to a deal is if they were given that information to keep for themselves or had assurances it as no longer available. They are not going to just allow Pelosi to keep holding it over them. You see, the White House was sending out strong signals that Pelosi must go. I know this. I heard it first hand from members of Congress. She is gone. So if she all of a sudden stays, and stays as leader of the party, that means the White House stopped pushing for her to be gone. And that means a deal was made. And THAT means I’m left scrambling for cover in all of this. And so is everyone who has been talking to me. The Republicans don’t take over until 2011, right? Whatever information Pelosi has on Obama – and she has it. Don’t you doubt that. She’s got it. Well, that information could easily be no more by January. Bye-bye, gone. Replaced, misplaced – never was, never will be again. That -expletive- happens all the time. I mean all the time.

If this is true, and it does sound like something these scoundrels would pull, how can we stop it from happening? Pelosi claimed she was going to drain the swamp when she was elected Speaker, instead she’s become the swamp. This is treason. They all should all go to jail.

I Don’t Want To Talk About It

No, I don’t. Really. I don’t.

Stacy Goes to Alaska; Holdout Candidate Concedes

That Stacy. He’s so scaaaarrrrrryyyyy.

In other news, can someone please tell me what is on this woman’s head (5th picture down)?


(AP Photo/Pablo Martinez Monsivais)

Heh. Obama. Wall Street. Rat. What a metaphor.

Fausta and Carol and Jill see the irony.

Sister Toldjah is having a caption contest. Knock yourself out.

Nashville, We Feel Your Pain

And all the other flooded areas as well.

Remember last September, we saw 20+ inches of rain in less than 48 hours. I’m surprised the house didn’t float away. We are still dealing with the aftermath of repairs and clean-up. Our previously ruined soccer fields, well, they’re ruined by flood waters again.

Our Nashville pal, Perry, was stuck in the ATL airport for a while, but managed to get home in the wee hours of the morning. His house was in better shape than he expected.

Still haven’t heard from our Louisville friends. Or our Chattanooga friends. Facebook has become invaluable for status reports.

Our prayers are with all the flood victims. You will find the strength to get through this.

Loose Ends, Snopocalypse and Watching Paint Dry

Things have been a bit wild around here. I’m tired of watching paint dry – I want to hang my curtains, my pictures, anything. Ready for furniture to be returned to its proper place. Ready for the little dog to back off from the brink of a nervous breakdown.

Email was flaky, so I missed a few things. Like Doug’s Handy List and Carol’s Groovy Groundhog picture… which, wait, I’ll save for a special occasion. Like when Obama says something really stupid.

The first female jihadi convicted…I wonder just how many people she’ll recruit in prison.

GaTech in the news again…this time for a sword-welding PhD.

Jim Treacher, that champion ruiner of monitors nationwide, was struck in a hit-and-run by a State Department SUV, whose driver is hiding behind the government’s skirts to avoid taking responsibility. Read them both – you’ll be amazed at the arrogant audacity and indifference shown to an injured citizen. What I want to know is, was Hillary in the car and did she tell the driver to step on the gas?

At all times, Diplomatic Security acted responsibly and appropriately and displayed due diligence in caring for the injured.

My hind-parts. More to come on this one.

Shout-outs and prayers for the many friends and relations about to the snowed in. Stay safe and warm. I hope it melts in time for CPAC! I wonder if I need to bring along a pair of these.

Snowball attack!

American Digest, All American Blogger, Andrea Shea King, Atlas Shrugs, Crystal Clear Conservative, Hot Air, Erick Erickson, Fausta, Katie Favazza, Lakeshore Laments, Little Miss Attila, Midnight Blue, Newly Conservative Lesbian, No Pasaran, No Runny Eggs, Not One Red Cent, Outside the Beltway, Pam Meister, Ralph Benko, RFC Radio, Scrappleface, Stix Blog, Smart Girl Politics, The American Mind, The Other McCain, The Sundries Shack, Vodkapundit, Ace of Spades, Teflon Don, American Digest, American Power, Amused Cynic, The Anchoress, Augean Stables, TOTUS, Betsy’s Page, Big Girl Pants, Big Hollywood, Birdbrain, BlackFive, blonde sagacity, Breath of the Beast, Church of the Painful Truth, Classical Values, Common Folk Using Common Sense, Daley Gator, Diana West, Doug Ross, Flopping Aces, Gates of Vienna, Gateway Pundit, Georgia Sports Blog, Get the Picture, GM Roper, GrEaT sAtAn’S gIrLfRiEnD, Grouchy Old Cripple, House of Erathosthenes, J’s Café Nette, Jaded Haven, Jeremayakovka, Jihad Watch, Jim Treacher, Jon Swift, Laurie Kendrick, Let Freedom Ring, Liberty & Culture, Maggie’s Notebook, Mamacita, Michelle Malkin, Mr Eugenides, My Vast Right Wing Conspiracy, Neo-Neocon, Not Ready for My Burqua, Okie on the Lam, One Cosmos, OPFOR, Patterico, Peach Pundit, protein wisdom, Publius Pundit, Pundit and Pundette, reclaim conservatism, RedState, ReliaPundit, Riehl World View, Right Truth, Right Wing Sparkle, Second Draft, Sippican Cottage, small dead animals, Solomonia, Texas Fred, The Muslim Question, The Real Barack Obama, The Return of Scipio, The Rhetorican, Tigerhawk, Troglopundit, Villainous Company, Webutante, Will Collier, Yid with Lid, Political Friends, Camp of the Saints, Frugal Cafe Zone, Atlanta Politics Online, HotMES, Insert Clever S.Logan Here, The Camp of the Saints, Another Black Conservative, Paco Enterprises, American Glob, DaTechguy, Verum Serum, Caught Him With a Corndog

FAIL – Updated

After a busy day at work, I took advantage of my own background processing to chew on last night’s SOTU speech. I can only come up with one word – FAIL.

Obama had the perfect opportunity to reverse his fortunes last night. The captive audience of the chamber, plus millions of viewers, all waiting to see him miraculously dig himself out of the sinkhole that swallowed him when his unicorns and pixie dust evaporated over the last few months. Many wanted him to stumble, but many, many more, all his devoted followers, wanted to hear his soaring words and reassuring tones and know that all was well.

He blew it. His speech was worse than any stump speech we’d all heard a thousand times. He was arrogant. He was condescending. He dissed the Supreme Court. He dissed the Senate. He dissed conservatives. He dissed pretty much everyone but himself. The speech itself contained many falsehoods. He spent more time talking about jobs and healthcare and the economy than about national security. Sport, let me let you in on a little secret – without strong national security, our country is a target, weakened and possibly destroyed. What’s the point of petty jobs programs, restrictive and rationed healthcare and a teetering economy if there is no nation in which they might function?

Many folks much smarter than me are putting forth some great commentary. Here’s just a sample:

The Anchoress live-blogged the speech with some interesting points on cognitive dissonance.

Dr. Melissa notes Obama may have taken Carville’s advice – “attack, attack, attack.”

Erick on the jobs/taxes lie.

Fausta notes a special historical moment.

Jimmie is unimpressed.

Jill on Obama’s personal inflation and snippiness.

Interesting the things he couldn’t bring himself to say:
We won in Iraq
– Haiti only deserved a “shoutout”
– the two heroes sitting next to his wife (hint: they took down the Ft. Hood shooter)
He who shall not be named

Another interesting thing is that the day after, are people talking about his speech, or a quiet aside from the chamber (h/t Instapundit)? Don Surber:

The mouthing of words was one of the few newsworthy moments in a speech that dragged on for more than an hour as Obama grasped at any and all straws in a desperate attempt to salvage his presidency.

Judge Samuel Alito, you are da man.

One final thought, via Glenn Reynolds, on sitting there and taking it,

No, actually, you don’t, and Alito didn’t. And that will step on Obama’s press tonight and tomorrow, turning his demagoguery into a negative for him. That’s why Presidents usually act Presidential. Not so much because it’s dignified. But because it’s smart. That’s something that Obama, with his limited experience on the national stage, hasn’t figured out yet.

Not only did Obama stumble last night, he dug himself deeper.

In the meantime, enjoy your day after. FAIL.

UPDATE: Ed Morrissey on the AP’s Top Ten Whoppers from the speech.

Gerard has the final word on that idiot Matthews.

Phineas of Public Secrets can’t help but notice that the President came off as diminished and petty. Wait, it gets worse. God help Obama – he needs help extracting his head from his hindparts.

This Is Wrong On So Many Levels

Our beloved UGA VII is barely cold in the ground and PETA asks UGA to stop using live bulldogs as mascots.


PETA suggests a robot, or something. They should stick to throwing paint on fur-bedecked celebrities. The next thing you know, they will be weighing in on the BCS vs Playoffs controversy.

At least Mark Bradley sees this nonsense for what it is. More trickery from the Trade School.

UPDATE: Hahahaha, NOT funny, not really.

Georgia Sports Blog has a good idea, especially if it’s bigger than Grant Field, literally.

Sublime Subliminal Art

I think I'll... by Ed Ruscha

I think I'll... by Ed Ruscha

What little I know about art is that I know I don’t like modern art. Impressionism, the Dutch masters, yeah, I could look at those for hours. Modern art… well, it reminds me of the dyed macaroni with randomly over-glued polygonish-like masterpieces my kids brought home from kindergarten. So sweet, so touching. “Is this for me? So beautiful! What is it?” Exasperated, they would say, “It’s an elephant in the space station with a peanut butter sandwich. Don’t you see it?” “Oh,” I’d answer, “there he is and what a fine hat he’s wearing.” “Moooommmmmm, it’s not his hat, it’s his tractor – don’t you see it?”

But that’s just me.

The Obama’s have borrowed paintings and other pieces of art for the White House. Their taste is their business, at least when it’s in the Residence. According to Brian Ledbetter at snappedshot, at least one is a fraud, ahem, study. Is that what one artist calls it when he rips off emulates another artist’s work? In wordsmithland, we call that plagiarism. Unless, of course, you’re some big-wig journalist who swipes stories from bloggers. As I said, I don’t get the modern art mindset.

Althouse rues that of all the fine African-American artists out there, the Obama’s pick one that is less than honest. Maybe the same person who vetted Van Jones is doing double-duty in the art department.

Pundit and Pundette zing us all on our complete and total un-coolness:

They really are too hip for the room.

I can just imagine the subliminal message that painting beams into Dear Leader’s brain each day as he heads out to press conferences, jaunts to foreign lands for no apparent reason, campaign stops photo ops, burger runs with Biden, blow a billion here and there, you name it. TOTUS must be sooooo jealous.

The NEA is really doing it’s job influencing the rest of America to the messianic traits belonging to the man that floats in and out of the Oval Office.

Let the mocking commence. And no, screams of raaaaacist (!!!) don’t apply. It’s still a free country, for now, and I’m entitled to my opinion on their choice in art and/or “artists”. Get over collective yourselves.

UPDATE: Oh wait, it’s a response to Matisse’s work. Uh-huh.

UPDATE II: See, that didn’t take long. King Charles the Nutjob spews, right on cue – 3,2,1.

Trying to Conjure Up Some Sympathy for Ted Kennedy. Trying Hard. Nah. Not Gonna Happen.

Today I splurged a bit on a pedicure. It has been months since I felt I could indulge, considering the economy, the belt-tightening and all. Sadly, my experience was tainted by the prominent TV splashed with Brian Williams blathering on and on and on and on about the legacy of Ted Kennedy. The boat anchored in the harbor. The quiet family compound. The pictures. The wives. The pundits. The neighbors. On and on and on and ON.

(picture via Bob Belvedere)

The only mention I heard of Mary Jo Kopechne in my brief time at the nail salon was as background to grainy black and white film of Ted and wife Joan attending her funeral. You know, the funeral HE caused.

Bob also said (Kennedy was always his senator),

I fully expect the Left to exploit his death in their endeavours to socialize health care. They have no shame, as they have well shown [if there was any doubt] these past few months, and will use any means necessary, including the death of their beloved standard bearer, to effect the passage of this monstrous plan. They have no honor.

Stacy notes the liberal spin even upon death.

The media will forgive liberals anything. Just look at the passive-voice construct in his obit: “an accident that left a young woman dead.”

Forgiven by the media, liberals are shameless about such things. And so, in subsequent years, Americans were often subjected to the shameful spectacle of Ted Kennedy, the Chappaquiddick swim champ, lecturing us in moralistic tones about this, that and the other.

Whenever Kennedy would inflict his pompous self-righteous liberal moralizing on us, I’d always hear Ann Coulter’s immortal words: “Mary Jo Kopechne could not be reached for comment.”

Michelle Malkin urges conservatives to be respectful of the dead. That’s a fine and noble idea, and I urge the same as well, but the liberals will even then find a way to mock us because we’re trying to be the grown-up in the room by respecting one of theirs. They certainly would NOT return the courtesy.

The Anchoress, thoughtful as always, has a wonderful round-up of all sorts of thoughts regarding Ted. The Lord is indeed merciful. Examining his life, like the rest of us, will

…expose deep flaws and surprising episodes of generosity.

Jimmie notes that Ted pursued the finest of health care for himself (all the while he was trying to relegate the rest of the nation to a rationed plan) and urges us to follow his example.

Ace remembers that Kennedy actually blocked health care reform in the 1970’s because of partisan politics.

Lance says that Dems are jumping on the bandwagon to name the health care boondoggle after him. (You just have to go there to read the rest but put your drink down first.)

Wow, Democrats must really have hated Sen. Kennedy, wanting to chain his name to a bill that’s going to fail so spectacularly.

Gateway Pundit: Chris Matthews says Barack is now the LAST Kennedy brother. Really. And that conservatives are insane and want to… maim, murder, kill, not tax the donuts… who knows what now. Matthews just makes it up as he goes. What a fruitcake.

UPDATE: Sigh. They are so predictable. Plus Obama can never turn down a chance to mug for the cameras. (h/t Gateway Pundit)

Cross-posted at Atlanta Politics Online.

UPDATE II: Gerard is on the same wavelength.

T. Boone Pickens is a Propeller Head

Dear Heavens above, do you need anymore proof that too much money can make you stupid? Tulsa World reports:

Boone Pickens already has a final score in mind for his favorite football team in its season opener: Oklahoma State 387, Georgia 24.

Like last season, when OSU ranked ninth in the country by averaging 40.7 points a game, the Cowboys are expected to again field one of the nation’s high-scoring offenses in 2009.

But putting up 387 points in one game might be too stiff a challenge even for OSU’s dynamic triplets — quarterback Zac Robinson, running back Kendall Hunter and wide receiver Dez Bryant.

To get this imperfect score, both teams would have to score 6.85 points per second minute (my notes were right, my typing was not! Ahem.).

Furthermore, to get this imperfect score, Oklahoma State would have to score a combination of 55 touchdowns, 54 extra points and 1 field goal in one hour’s official time.

See, I can do higher math.

Orson sees the utter hilarity of it all (language warning):

This will only occur if T. Boone decides to bribe the ever-loving sh*t out of every player on the Georgia roster, something he is capable of doing, and may very well attempt. Oklahoma State under Mike Gundy is 4-12 versus BCS teams; Mark Richt is 17-3, and has God’s phone number. (Though he loses it periodically, often around Halloween.) The worst blowout in history, in case you’re not fond of throwing out this $200 Jeopardy answer already, is the 220-0 blowout of Cumberland College by a John Heisman-coached Georgia Tech team.

Paul Westerdawg thanks Daddy Warbucks for providing the Dawgs with their pre-game focus:

Dear Mr. Pickens,

Thank you for making sure the Georgia football team will be 1000% focused on the season opener. Your help in motivating our players is greatly appreciated.

Sincerely – The Georgia Fans

Get The Picture also speaks of focus, or the lack thereof, and reminds Coach Gundy that massive pre-season hype can fold space and alter reality.

Womens. You can’t win with them…

Maybe we could get Stacy to order up some “distractions” for the Cowboys. I mean, this is serious stuff. Remember this is College Football we’re talkin’ ’bout here. Dawgly Honor and such.

15 days til kickoff.

The Doctor is IN

Dr. R.S. McCain has hung out his shingle in this new age of ObaMedicine. Put down all liquids; send the little ones upstairs for their bath – you’ve been warned!

« Older entries

%d bloggers like this: