Man, if I thought for a minute that you would let Fenway drool all over that Roger Simon lid, I’d FedEx that bad boy to you in a second.

Glenn sounds like Officer BarBrady

I had some time to waste so I scrolled through Forwarding the Message of Individual Freedom. For those of you who don’t want to waste your time a summary:

1)Your body belongs to the govenrnment and Drew Carey is a moron.
2)Obama is sacrificing yor childrens education on the altar of high speed rail.
3)We are spending a fuckload of money to repair the Bush economic crisis, complete with frightening graphics (for those of you who have been living in a cave for the past year and don’t realize this, I guess)
4)All of us who don’t make over $250 K should feel sorry for those who do and pay like 193% in taxes (Apologies to those who do. I don’t.)
5)Obama had such a good time in France that he wants us all to become Gallic and Socialist and say oui oui and wear berets. This would be not good for the US.
6)Alternative TV is good because it doesn’t use people who have those fancy pants J-school degrees that makes them biased against the glorious Patriots who are going to retake this country from that socialist Barak Obama.

I went through it kinda quick so I might have missed something.

Also: My daughter has better production values in her high school TV studio.

It is not a business. Never has been. They simply make the sign of the dollar the way others make the sign of the cross.

Looking through the videos for May 12, the topics are: Muslims bad, government bad, Chinese bad, blogs are better than newspapers, Pope whooppee Muslims bad, poor little us. May 13: Muslims bad, bomb Iran, Muslims bad, welfare bad, etc.

What’s the point? Can’t you get this crap on Youtube already?

“We’re losing $2 with every one we sell. How are we ever going to make it up?”

“Volume!”

I always thought Nick looked like Fred Flintstone cum superannuated beatnik.

They simply make the sign of the dollar the way others make the sign of the cross.

this is actually explicitly Ayn Rand’s idea

The Children of Darkness are caricatures, too; and they are really oozy. But at least they are caricatures of something identifiable. Their archetypes are Left-Liberals, New Dealers, Welfare Statists, One Worlders, or, at any rate, such ogreish semblances of these as may stalk the nightmares of those who think little about people as people, but tend to think a great deal in labels and effigies. (And neither Right nor Left, be it noted in passing, has a monopoly of such dreamers, though the horrors in their nightmares wear radically different masks and labels.)

In Atlas Shrugged, all this debased inhuman riffraff is lumped as “looters.” This is a fairly inspired epithet. It enables the author to skewer on one invective word everything and everybody that she fears and hates. This spares her the playguy business of performing one service that her fiction might have performed, namely: that of examining in human depth how so feeble a lot came to exist at all, let alone be powerful enough to be worth hating and fearing. Instead, she bundles them into one undifferentiated damnation.

“Looters” loot because they believe in Robin Hood, and have got a lot of other people believing in him, too. Robin Hood is the author’s image of absolute evil — robbing the strong (and hence good) to give to the weak (and hence no good). All “looters” are base, envious, twisted, malignant minds, motivated wholly by greed for power, combined with the lust of the weak to tear down the strong, out of a deepseated hatred of life and secret longing for destruction and death. There happens to be a tiny (repeat: tiny) seed of truth in this. The full clinical diagnosis can be read in the pages of Friedrich Nietzsche. (Here I must break in with an aside. Miss Rand acknowledges a grudging debt to one, and only one, earlier philosopher: Aristotle. I submit that she is indebted, and much more heavily, to Nietzsche. Just as her operatic businessmen are, in fact, Nietzschean supermen, so her ulcerous leftists are Nietzsche’s “last men,” both deformed in a way to sicken the fastidious recluse of Sils Maria. And much else comes, consciously or not, from the same source.) Happily, in Atlas Shrugged (though not in life), all the Children of Darkness are utterly incompetent.

So the Children of Light win handily by declaring a general strike of brains, of which they have a monopoly, letting the world go, literally, to smash. In the end, they troop out of their Rocky Mountain hideaway to repossess the ruins. It is then, in the book’s last line, that a character traces in the dir, over the desolate earth,” the Sign of the Dollar, in lieu of the Sign of the Cross, and in token that a suitably prostrate mankind is at last ready, for its sins, to be redeemed from the related evils of religion and social reform (the “mysticism of mind” and the “mysticism of muscle”).

That Dollar Sign is not merely provocative, though we sense a sophomoric intent to raise the pious hair on susceptible heads. More importantly, it is meant to seal the fact that mankind is ready to submit abjectly to an elite of technocrats, and their accessories, in a New Order, enlightened and instructed by Miss Rand’s ideas that the good life is one which “has resolved personal worth into exchange value,” “has left no other nexus between man and man than naked selfinterest, than callous “cash-payment.”‘

(that was prominent socialist Whittaker Chambers, by the way, in the National Review). Rand herself thought it was contemptible of Jesus to die for people who weren’t as good as he was – actually, she called it torture, which apparently, unlike her fans, she disapproved of.

Of course, she also thought smoking was a symbol of creativity right up until it killed her. The floral arrangement on her grave was a dollar sign.

( Underpant Gnomish explained)

We are aware of all internet traditions.

Julia FTW!

5)Obama had such a good time in France that he wants us all to become Gallic and Socialist and say oui oui and wear berets.

And eat dijon mustard on our burgers–don’t forget the mustard.

You laugh at the idea of creeping Frenchification. Not all of the good food or single payer health care in the world will make up for the return of Jerry Lewis to prime time television.

I not only laugh, I fart in your general direction!

His name is Gillespie? Did his dad ever ask why Mom always got home late from Guido’s butcher shop?