and the turning of Schwarzenkennedy

The CA Senate President Pro Tem, Don Perata [D-Oakland], changed the locks on the Capitol offices of three newly elected senators, Gloria Negrete-McLeod of Chino (San Bernardino County), Lou Correa of Santa Ana and Ron Calderon of Montebello (Los Angeles County).  The reason?

[The three] provoked Perata’s ire by attending a fundraising dinner held by moderate Assembly Democrats, known as the “Mod Squad.” All three were members of the Assembly caucus before moving to the Senate, often voting as a bloc aligned with Republicans to stymie legislation they felt was detrimental to business.

“Whether it’s locking somebody out of an office or repainting it or suddenly having the special parking space vanish, legislative leaders back to Jesse Unruh have taken some kind of action to maintain discipline in the caucus,” said Bruce Bronzan, an Assembly member from 1982 to 1993.

Yep.  We don’t need redistricting—at all.

Occasionally throughout history, a visionary comes along who should be honored for his Herculean efforts in swimming upstream against the tide of political correctness.
Such a man is Frank Sodolak, who is pretty darned sure he invented chicken-fried bacon.

Stoo

sorry Donald

McCain is so going to rehab!

or worse—in the beer

Last week, a big row broke out in the federal government of Belgium. The reason? Al Gore…

Some ministers were angry that Prime Minister Guy Verhofstadt and Vice Prime Minister Didier Reynders were on the picture [not worth reproducing here: just imagine two Belgians and the Hindenberg], but they not.[sic][hey—they’re Belgians!  whatever] Why hadn’t they been invited? They also wanted to be on the picture with Al Gore! [more Belgianese sic]

...The row confirms a few things about the status of climate change and Al Gore: in Belgium, Al Gore is looked upon as a hero, a superman, the only man in the world who can save the planet. [non-Belgian *retching noises*] And the discussion about climate change in the media and among politicians is not about the scientific data and conclusions, but only about the question whether we are doing enough to fight climate change and whether we are making enough new laws to save our planet. 

sorta like in Cahleefohrneeiah.  ‘Tards.

On March 16, 2003, in the town of Rafah in southern Gaza, Rachel Corrie, 23, an “international peace protester,” dropped to her knees in front of an Israeli bulldozer during an IDF anti-terrorism action. She was squished flat, and therefore shall forever be known as St. Pancake.

On the anniversary of her squishing, rather than think about a stupid, brainwashed, terrorist apologist, I’ll spend the day thinking about a few other Rachels, all of whom were murdered by the palestinian terrorists who were Rachel Corrie’s friends:

Tough Marine Kicks Ass

*clicky*clicky* and you will smile.  Then go here and look around at what he’s already done. 

In particular, this series of posts about the information war is most informative.

The insurgents do not measure success with the number of Iraqis killed, politicians murdered, bombs exploded, or Marines injured.

The insurgents measure their success by reading poll results from the Western Media.  They measure their success by headlines generated, mentions of the words ‘quagmire’, ‘bogged down’ and ‘withdrawal.’

The insurgents measure their success in this manner because their goal is not to defeat Marines or Coalition Forces on the ground.  The end state goal for the insurgents in Iraq is a United State’s withdrawal before the Iraqi government is rooted and Iraqi security forces are able to stand on their own.

Somebody code this into an LED sign for the Code Pinko rally tomorrow.

yikes

Sea and Ski Fashions at the Faraya-Mzaar resort

Yet another “New Face of Jihad Johnny” in Tripoli

RE Rosie O’Donnell and her dismay over the apocryphal mistreatment of 9/11 terrorist Khalid Ron Jeremy.............

*NBA* [that’s not taken already, right?]

Hot Air Special - Today Only:  Giant Pink Transvestite In Congress!!!

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And *drumroll*

from Zombietime:  Nancy’s neighbors respond to Camp Pelosi

Too bad the entirety of SFPD is dedicated to capturing Gavin’s stalker... Somehow I doubt a Patrol Special could handle this mob.  ...or would.

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Ok—courtesy of Cuchieddie, this will wash your brain out:  Nancy, in the Speaker’s Chair

There are more here including one for Gore and one for Godel. yes, you read that right

( we NEVER seem to heckle the Polish anymore!!!)

Democratic presidential candidate U.S. Senator Barack Obama (D-IL) is silhouetted against a light while speaking to residents at the Earl M. Bourdon Centre in Claremont, New Hampshire March 16, 2007.

~*~

Boazo via FreeRepublic

psssssst...the WORLD has TWO winters......

NORTHAMPTON, Mass. --As the world’s warmest winter on record drew to an end with a weekend snow storm, a group of religious leaders started walking across the state Friday to bring attention to global warming................

Scene:  Me and coworker discussing the new BSG.

CW"They remade BSG, Why?”

Me:"Oh, it’s quite different, made for adults and all; among other changes”

CW:"Like?"

Me:"They made Starbuck a girl”

CW:"Huh?"

Me:"And they changed Boomer from a black man to a cute asian chick”

CW:"Really?"

Mw: “Oh, and they made Adama a Messican

CW:"....."

Me:"....."

CW:"Uhm, I’ll be going now”

I get no kick from cocaine...

...[Bolivian] farmers want the word ‘’Coca’’ dropped by the U.S. soft drink company [Coca-Cola], arguing that the potent shrub belongs to the cultural heritage of this Andean nation, where the coca leaf infuses everyday life and is sacred to many.

...Bolivian coca growers say that as recently as a few years ago, the company used to purchase tons of their leaves annually. They express frustration that Coca-Cola can use their beloved coca leaf — yet not defend it to a suspicious world. 

...The government wants the U.N. to decriminalize trade in coca-based products to promote its exports.

... coca-derived products such as tea, flour, liquor and even toothpaste ...

...the sacred leaf

...the beloved leaf

No word as yet from the Cola Nut Producers Association.

move along to rehab

...personal information for 1400 National Guard members was stolen ...the information was stored in a hard drive taken from a naval base San Diego office last month. The information contains the names, social security numbers, birthdays and addresses of guard members at the border.

Pass Me the Aspirin Storytime

So Secret Squirrel sends her hubby, Ambassador Blabbermouth, off to sit by the pool in Nigeria and ‘find da truthiness’ about the yellowcake.  The Ambassador brings back such a meaningful and insightful report that the CIA—sticklers for detail and good recordkeeping that they are—take his report in a half-hour oral debriefing.  Only.

Ambassador Blabberpen then gives his already written, sooper sekret report that no one wants—slightly edited—to the NYT.

Ambassador Blabb also brags to every massage therapist, doorman and cabbie about his wifey-poo the Secret Squirrel, because it makes him feel like he’s living a Grisham novel.

Time passes.  Leaves fall from the calendar.

Somehow, somewhere, someone figgers out the above and someone *cough*Armitage*cough* mentions it to Robert Novak who also writes it all up.  All of a sudden hue and cry goes up about the “outing” of Secret Squirrel—she with her name on her parking place at CIA HQ.  Much scurrying and posturing ensues.  Outcries of “federal crime” and “national security risk” and “endangering lives” were heard throughout the land, necessitating the appointment of a spacial [short bus] prosecutor to “investigate.”

Mister Spacial [short bus] Prosecutor—having all the powers and funding of a Henry VII—discovers absolutely zero evidence about zero people, doing zero federal endangering security risk type crimes.  Secret Squirrel and Ambassador Bookwriter get a cutsey spread in a magazine and bunches of TV face time.  [Their publicist puts in a pool.  At both new homes.]

In a news conference anticipated with more glee than fifteen Bacchanalias, Mister Spacial [SB] Prosecutor announces, “err… nevermiind.” As the deflated hopes of the masses blow him backwards out of the spotlight, he cries “But wait!!”

“I have evidence that that feller over there—the one who works for the embodiment of All That Is Frustrating To You, the one who *cough*Marc Rich*cough* made me look like retard with a box-top J.D.—that fella may have LIED when he said he ...uh, forgot a date.  ...er sumpthin. Git ‘im!!!!”

Circus Trial ensues placating the piranha - or boring them sufficiently to seek new prey.  But that fella with the funny name ends up with a gazillion year federal rap for doing precisely and exactly what umpty-bump politicos before him have done *cough*KennedyClintonBerger*cough*:  saying “I forget” when he clearly, maybe, remembered.

Still no charges - much less convictions - on the federal endangering security risk crime dealio.  No word from the CIA itself on the legal status of Secret Squirrel.  No judicial opinion on same.  Nuttin.’

Today, Secret Squirrel goes to Congress for her tongue bath voluntary testimony before the Oversight Committee.  [appropriately enough as that’s what she’s been feeling like of late] Under oath [to Congress—big dealio, they tell us] Secret Squirrel states:  “I was a covert officer for the CIA.”

It is important to note here that SS was decked out in lovely Armani [even if too newly outdated to qualify as vintage* and, unfortunately, badly fitted and paired, apparently, with Kalid Sheik Mohammad’s old undershirt] which will play quite well on Katie Holmes in the Warner filim currently being produced.

Unfortunately, SS added to her troweled-on testimony, “politics and ideology must be stripped from our intelligence services.” The hooting laughter from the Beltway was so loud as to preclude anyone hearing the rest of her statement.

So.....  I’m cornfuzzed.  Will Fitz now go after Plame for perjury before Congress?  What’d I miss?

Elvis

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*iSigh*
Make mine a double, wouldja?

You American haters bore me to tears, Ms. Barham. I’ve dealt with Europeans all my life. I know all about us parvenus from the States who come over here and race around your old Cathedral towns with our cameras and Coca-cola bottles… Brawl in your pubs, paw at your women, and act like we own the world. We over-tip, we talk too loud, we think we can buy anything with a Hershey bar. I’ve had Germans and Italians tell me how politically ingenuous we are, and perhaps so. But we haven’t managed a Hitler or a Mussolini yet. I’ve had Frenchmen call me a savage because I only took half an hour for lunch. Hell, Ms. Barham, the only reason the French take two hours for lunch is because the service in their restaurants is lousy. The most tedious lot are you British. We crass Americans didn’t introduce war into your little island. This war, Ms. Barham to which we Americans are so insensitive, is the result of 2,000 years of European greed, barbarism, superstition, and stupidity. Don’t blame it on our Coca-cola bottles. Europe was a growing brothel long before we came to town.
---Lt. Cmdr. Charles E. Madison in The Americanization of Emily (1964)

Historian: We weren’t sure at first what to make of this, but we’ve developed a theory. We feel that when people committed great crimes against the state, they were forced to watch this.

Miles Monroe: Yes. That’s exactly what it was.