Why Is My Ass So Sore?

Posted: November 24, 2013 by veeshir in China, Exploding things, Funniest End of Civilization Evah, Obama's Fault

Okay, this morning has been like waking up after going out drinking with your ass aching and $2 on your nightstand.

First we have Obama going one better than Carter. Again.

Carter, recall, actually made the deal with the Norks that Clinton had to either accept or arrest Carter for diplomatting without a license.

Obama actually sent J Fucking Kerry, on purpose!?!?!?!?!, to make a deal instead of Clinton just letting some anti-American asshole go.

Obama’s deal with Iran is going to be a fucking nightmare.

Iran will keep doing what they’re doing, we get the unentertaining theater of UN nukular inspectors who are working for Iran while Iran gets sanctions eased. Something for nothing and your bitch for free.

China, sensing weakness, is upping their war-mongering (not nearly as funny as warmmongering) in the South China Sea, they’ve declared that they own the airspace over the whole area and Japan and the rest need to file flight plans with them when flying over international waters from Japan to the islands Japan owns.

Hagel is “deeply concerned”, that and an aircraft carrier group will get you some respect.

Too bad our nukular carriers are being “refueled”.

I hope Japan’s carrier fleet is ready.


Meanwhile, in the US, we have gangs of black youths roaming the streets sucker-punching not so random strangers (they’re not black seems to be the criteria) and posting the vids online.It’s not a hate-crime, cuz it’s black targeting non-blacks for their skin color and there’s no stealing going on, they just want to hit an “Other”.

Huh, when I put it that way it seems to be the definition of “hate-crime”, committing a crime just for hate. Now I’m against any “hate-crime” law ever, but if you’re going to have them don’t just use them to hassle whitey. That’s a hate-crime in itself.

Steyn, of course, relates it to the end of civlization.

Since it’s Steyn, he has some mots that are particularly bon.

he (CS Lewis V) writes of “men without chests” — the chest being “the indispensable liaison” between the head and the gut, between “cerebral man” and “visceral man.” In the chest beat what Lewis calls “the trained emotions.” Without them there is no honor or virtue, but only “intellect” and/or “appetite.”

Not Steyn’s, but that’s pretty perceptive. Except for a subset, and that subset is not in political, social or moral power, we are fully at the “men without chests” stage.

One thing I think he missed

To paraphrase my compatriot George Jonas, punching a spinster’s lights out isn’t wrong because it’s illegal, it’s illegal because it’s wrong. But, in a world without restraints, what’s to stop you? If a certain percentage of your population feels no moral revulsion at randomly pulverizing fellow citizens for sport, a million laws will avail you naught: The societal safety lock is off.

You see, we have laws for so much stupid shit that people break the laws all the time. Once you break one law, it’s easier to break the next one. Sure it starts with something like “wearing a hoodie in a no-hoodie zone” law or smuggling lower tax cigs (fucking stupid laws) and the next you’re sucker punching whitey for youtube fame.

This one is so fucking chillingly hilarious that I can only liken it to Pennywise the Clown killing and eating a mime.

In his novel That Hideous Strength, C. S. Lewis gives his fictional bureaucracy the acronym NICE — the National Institute for Coordinated Experiments. A few years ago, the British government dusted it off for real — the National Institute for Clinical Excellence. It performs cost-benefit analyses of medical treatment and patient care — i.e., NICE is a euphemism for “death panel.”

I’d say, “Heh”, but it’s more like “aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh….heh”

RTWT, it’s depressing but interesting.

I had a point but I’m only on my first cup of coffee so I lost it. Sorry. I guess I owe you some hottassery.

don't stop there

Rembrandt called, he wants to say he used the wrong canvas.



Nice skin.

Nice tits too.

This reminds me of an old shot of a ballerina from some movie, I forget which.


Some days I wish I was better at painting, because I see a career that I would have been happy with.

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