I’ve noticed that for the most part Breitbart's main meanness and snark, if we can really call the former part that, came in the form of return fire at the likes of MMFA and Kos kids. All's fair in love and war, the old English saying goes. Or perhaps it's Irish. Hell, who knows. But a lot of the return fire was that he was naturally provocative not so much for what was said, but the showing up of the ACORN Sprouts and other forms of bureaucratic whoredom that some libs glommed onto, and so naturally they’d wish for somewhat less exposure to sunlight. That they're doing virtual cartwheels at this point, however, is a tad over the top, even as their ideological aversion to such people is understandable. Naturally. I was not aware of Breitbart’s dandy little missive on the passing of Senator Kennedy, so I’ll have to revert back and say that while all’s fair in love and war, this does not justify the crapfest on Twitter and elsewhere. It’s possible to be ideologically opposed to someone’s ideas without tossing the filthiest mud ball that happens to be lying at the feet.
Next, while it's true conservatives can pile on the s**t-fest, it's usually more in the vein of snark--not real hate. I don't deny that exists on our side, and doubtless someone will dig some real juicy tidbits up from the Net. After all, it records everything, almost down to specific personal crap flushes.
...” The filet mignon meal, pan seared to perfection, with a side of braised Oriental veggies and wholesome brown rice—or our new special--the S**t Platter, sprinkled and garnished with bits of broken glass, asbestos fibers, and rat fur covered in Black Death carrying fleas. “
I could have chided Hitchens in post-mortem mode that he could’ve done better than to think nothing life is sacrosanct (as he put most matters) besides his scotch and impressive 6-pack a day cigarette habit, the latter venal sin being rising the point where he’s light one cig before finishing another on some interviews. That alone might have saved him the throat cancer encounter. But I didn’t pile on that either.
I don't specifically recall (beyond Ann Coulter's "Panties Hung in Ted’s Teeth, JD Bottle in Hand, After Climbing Out of the Potomac River" commentary on the late “Duke of Chappaquiddick” and his retained status as hero to DNC and "women's groups" faithful in honor of aid to females---except for one) the level of vituperation against a single individual as I saw earlier on Twitter a few weeks back when the Rush stuff first broke. At least not in obit -“I-piss-on-your-grave” mode. Actually, Coulter wrote that while Ted Kennedy was still alive. So even there….
Social welfare on behalf of the truly needy and indigent is one thing, and can be assumed as part of the David Easton formulation of politics being the “authoritative allocation of values” in how we all help others. Fair enough, I guess. But even here, Easton gets it wrong, not to rib a famous political scientist: Politics is merely the outgrowth of culture, the larger force at play. Thus culture is really the allocator of values. Authoritative and otherwise, fair or unfair.
But social welfare on behalf of feeding the sex habits of rich girl-women already nabbing more than a few public pennies in their own right, but not “poor” in any real definition one can pull from Webster’s, are another thing altogether.
An old adage has it that what’s good for GM is good for the nation. That’s no longer good news.
GM is now in bailout and political pull mode, and had to have the helping hand of Uncle Sam succor the union heavies due to having one worker for about every 10 retirees and dependents for gold-plated pension and health care costs, for which it spends more on than steel and technology upgrades and computer networking combined. If we, like GM, wish to turn into basically a giant nursing home that occasionally makes overpriced products on the side, then the nation will stay the course of increasing DINKism (Double Income, No Kids) or the one designer bambino at age 40. Given that even European politicians are waking up to certain demographic realities and are desperately concocting all manner of “natalist” policies to encourage women to have more than that one designed baby (at most) at age 45, in order to shore up their own sagging welfare appendages struggling even now for workers to pay the freight, we might take note before it’s too late.
While denied sternly, the fact is that unlike Rush’s arrangements with his private insurance, the new “user fee” arrangements O-Care’s czars worked out to push past the courts, where what used to be called a “premium”, is actually now plainly admitted as being a real TAX, where money flows from pocket A to pocket B by force.
Do you remember when...?
Bill Maher: "Sarah Palin is a stupid twat."
Ed Schultz: "Laura Ingraham is a right-wing slut."
Keith Olbermann: "Michele Bachmann is a mashed-up bag of meat with lipstick on it.”
David Letterman: “Sarah Palin dresses like a slutty flight attendant."
-Courtesy of Robert Avnet
She and her coed cohorts deserved to be criticized, even if some commentators went overboard. Her demands were ludicrous, lacked common protocol and decency, her tall tales about contraception unlikely, and her testimony surreal for the issue of sex being taken to a public forum.
Indeed, she is a phony as a testifier, but a very real activist and professional liar:
After all these years of feminists demanding government stay out of the bedrooms, they somehow find the time to get into others’ wallets—which is either on par with, or even more intrusive government poking than even bedroom antics per se.
Oddly, when it comes to the equality of the sexes, feminists are prone let the boyfriend’s personal bank account get a free ride and move on to the state level of solving the contraception inequality, so to speak. Should HE not chip in for committing coital congress in the back seat of a Chevy or in some coed’s dorm? If not, then why not? Why is that to be shifted to other taxpayers—many of them women—rather than the man actually doing the horizontal worm dance with her? Just who the hell ARE these poor malnourished naïfs who Flukesque type caliber law chicks hook up with at the local bar? Have they no money to their names? Or access to Mom and Dad’s, at least? Are condoms really that damned expensive to these high-powered Alpha Males?
Like the old Virginia Slims ads had it, "You’ve Come A Long Way, Baby": all the way to getting pills paid for by someone else as well as dinner when some handsome hunk blows into town for a couple of days for an easy hit and run. Get in, get off, and get out. Talk about real misogyny. Someone’s still left holding the bag. The bag showing the receipts from the local drug store for a prescription of those magical 30 count, one-a-day, monthly pills. Girls might indeed like diamonds. Swell. Sparkly volcanic carbon. That's cute. Cute too was the old-fashioned, fuddy-duddy role of marriage. So we're told. But as Mark Steyn has written, these days the State is really a girl's TRUE best friend. That is to say, someone besides primarily herself. Thus in laughable contradistinction to all those feminist catcalls of yesteryear about keeping the private, private, and keeping “government out of the bedroom”, we see now in an odd turn of priorities some ,poormouthing from rich women demanding the door to the bedroom is to be kicked wide open and left swinging in the winds of changey-change. What’s private is now most certainly public, and what’s public now gets to peek at the private; to play semi-opaque voyeur of carnal knowledge for sums not much higher than the old quarter burlesque peep shows, where you got to see a hip wiggle or a semi-naked thigh tease---a few seconds of cheesecake---for some small coinage.
The coinage now is not much higher. Nevertheless, the liberated 21st Century Woman (hear her roar and testify in front of Congress about her committal to reimbursing the fleshly act of “congress” in the sack) wants the taxpayers to pony up the costs of this advanced mode of conjugation, and the male actually doing the main deed makes a clean getaway. Yet again. It’s merely us males (and females) not in on the clusterfun who get to pay up.
Yep, you’ve come a long way, baby girl. You big baby. Big Boy, on the other hand, gets to save his money for a dime bag and a monster kegger at the local chapter of I Tappa Keg fraternity at Georgetown U?
As a female acquaintance of mine opined when this spit first hit the fan:
“The biggest irony in the universe is when people who claim the government should subsidize their lifestyle choices call others selfish.”
Paraphrasing the compu-geek types on annoying clink-bang moments upon getting a new download that mucks up your prior settings, this is a feature—not a bug. MS. Fluke’s very clownish, almost surrealistic absurdity is THE point, not a sales pitch or side stunt or accident of looks. It’s the point and the push against the remaining fenced-in vestiges of common sense and the mantle of adult responsibility in the age of the Permanent Child. It’s the Velociraptor of Statism testing the weak spots on the partially electrified and more enclosed electric fence of what’s left of traditional culture and notions of protocol.
Perhaps law school needs to be taken to age 26 or so, and even at that much of the credentialing is due more the needs of protection on extreme liability of the profession. The degree itself, like many these days, being requisite without really being required for the knowledge gained.
Women can choose to slop pigs, work them over with a saw in a slaughterhouse, sell computers, rule the boardroom, conduct legal eagle sessions, fight in wars, fly planes and other dangerous heavy machines, mine coal, work oil rigs, train tigers to sit like kitty cats on chairs, have a mantel full of Oscar trophies, work the rough, smoke belching inner sanctum of Beltway, larger-than-life politics, run small and large businesses alike, doctor and operate on wounds and boo boos as MDs, run entire scientific institutes and help control the public and private money that helps SETI scan the stars, run entire foundations dedicated to relief agencies both at home and abroad.
Barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen, fussing over boiling beans, while the Mr. plops down on the sofa to watch football, is now a choice—not a dictate. There are escape valves for this. Which is a good thing, as NOW types and most feminists I’ve run into are NOT particularly fond of the “choice” of being a mom and homemaker. That’s so Wilma Flintstone.
Yet for all the gale force winds about “choice” of this and that, and “Pro Choice”, nastier winds greet men and women alike who merely disagree with the proposition that the MOST paternalistic, Alpha Male of all—government power and influence---is now to become the largest part of our private lives in all of history.
Shakedown organizations like NOW (transmorphed lately into the National Orgasms for Women) have nothing negative to say on this matter of the increasing power and paunch and influence of government. Indeed, they are allied with the OWS punks and Big Government type politicians, and admire the paternalistic behavior of government as the New Sugar Daddy of the increasing syndrome of fatherless children now plaguing Western society.
NOW says nothing, that is, unless the matter of “Choice” surrounds one issue--and one issue alone: The “A” Word.
What about MY choice not to pay for someone else’s Anti-Stork meds? What about my choice to homeschool my children (feminists generally HATE that concept, and are usually on board with the mantra that so-called “public education” is the best socializer to make more compliant and obedience masses who pay homage to government, et al). Do those not count? Feminists agitate constantly against OTHER kinds of choices. Constantly. “Choice” to most of them is a single issue word.
I guess that’s called “misogyny”---A jury-rigged situation in civil law where you win the bounty about 90% of the time.
Nay, a Secularist-Progressive Piety War on Western Culture and those quaint notions of freedom. Men (and WOMEN) under the dictates of 2500 pages held in check by bureaucrats harder to remove from office than if TNT were used, are not free people. They are subjects born and bred in a tyranny of dependency and marginalization of cultural norms that successfully guided us for millennia. Freedom of religion? Only on paper. In real terms, in the Nanny-Statism and mawkish “tolerance” Multi-Culti mantras of the West’s chancelleries, only guys whose names are Mo get any leeway. The inculcation of fear is a powerful cultural weapon.
Same MC considerations. It’s about power, people. Not women per se. Government power, and not adult women who really need to move on with their lives, and stop asking people they don’t even know to finance their fun time by inserting (no puns) the items in putatively “private” health care plans. At an historically Catholic institution at that. Time for them to grow up. That goes for the nation as well.
Bully for the hard lesson, even if I’m not totally on board with the US judge who ruled in favor of assaulting those who mock Islam dressed up like “Zombie Muhammad alongside Zombie Pope (from the Catholics, the case drew the predictable typical yawn), or the outcome of ceding ground to Islamists being “Take Your Child Bride to Work” day might not just be a Yorkshire happenstance or the sour outcome of Bush’s war in Afghanistan, but will soon be a common feature in Everytown USA.
“Obama to women: ‘Deficit? Don't fret your pretty little heads. Here, I brought flowers and a heart-shaped box of birth control.’ " --David Burge