Posts
May 29, 2009
Secretary of State Hillary Clinton
The State Department
2201 C Street NW
Washington, DC 20520
Madame Secretary,
It’s been a busy few months.
I know that politics make strange bedfellows. You spent the last 5 years in the Senate lecturing us on the evils of clever Chinamen buying our treasury debt. About an hour and a half after you are sworn in you fill a 747 with Monica Lewinsky wanabees to “convince” the Gang of 400 to buy more.
Remember when you and Mrs. Arafat swapped spit in that famous tonsil hockey photo. In hindsight it must have been an interesting conversation what with both of you being married to pigs. Now you have to walk back all that merde you fed to the Jewish voters because it is soon to be dreck. If only you could convince the Israelis to get out of Israel life would be easier for you. How many could fit into Gitmo? I don’t the Arabic word for trayfe but the diet would stay the same. “They are a far away people of whom we know little” worked for Neville Chamberlain when he spoke about the Czechs, remember?
Maybe you could get Jimmy Carter to cast his magic spell on the gomers in North Korea. He helped your husband, didn’t he? He would do no less for another Democratic President, right?
But that’s not why I write.
Today is the 56th anniversary of Edmund Hillary climbing Mount Everest. Since you were named after him you can be no more than 56 years of age.
Your biography says that you are older.
It’s a small thing.
It may have been addressed before.
Why do you think the Israelis or the North Koreans will believe anything you say on things diplomatic if you don’t tell the truth about your age?
I say this most emphatically in the spirit of empathy. I have been a big fan of yours since you managed to get the hicks in Arkansas to buy land through a time sales contract. No sense muddying up the waters with a mortgage. Who knows what could happen if you had to plead your case in front of a judge. “Equity”. What “equity”?
Your handling of the Ricky Ray Rector case impressed me greatly. I am sure the rumor of you offering to give him a lap dance while he sat in the electric chair to keep him quiet is just that.
Think good thoughts about Nepal.
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Janet and Barbara
May 16, 2009
If Miss California has store bought yabbos is it OK to ask where Mad Carlotta Pelosi get her brow from? The answer is yes and, by the way, there is no sense in being just slightly ad hominem.
Either a ginormous SUY with racing slicks ran over her face a few times or about a dozen junkie ACORN organizers spiked about 2 quarts of industrial strength Botox into her forehead. She reminds me of the orange juice guy in “Trading Places”. He struck a blow for animal rights by donning a gorilla suit to calm the breast of a savage beast. Since his mouth was taped shut all you could see were his eyes doing a dance that would have made a Dervish WOG envious.
Speaking of physical appearances won’t somebody please do something about Senator Barbara Mikulski? Is that woman butt ugly or what? There aren’t enough lamb chops in a normal COSTCO to tie around her neck to make a mutt play with her.
Incidentally, I have been searching for a lost tape featuring Little Babs for as long as O.J. Simpson has been searching for the real killers of his wife.
It supposedly shows Attorney General Janet Reno wearing only an eye patch. She is carrying Cabinet Secretary Donna Shalala on her shoulder. She is wearing a demure parrot costume. They would have a nocturnal gamboling session in the DC Tidal Basin looking for, as the Brits would say, “rough trade”. They would be joined by Senator Mikulski holding a begging cup. She would be at the end of a leash held by the Attorney General of the United States. [As an aside, and before memories dim, let it be remembered that Ms. Reno began her illustrious Federal career by charbroiling some 7 dozen of the fellow citizens at Waco. Ms. Shalala’s best line from her time as a member of President Clinton’s cabinet was “we will all die of AIDS in 10 years”. She said that in 1995.] Senator Mikulski, needing neither makeup nor costume, would come directly from the floor of the Senate, yelling “the fleet’s in. Set up the Viagra iv”.
Talk about scary sights!
That got more guys into rehab than a dozen DUIs and a few nights in the DC lockup.
Speaking of Perez Hilton…didn’t he used to work for Congressman Barney Frank, AKA “The Qween of Bayonne Wump Wanglers”, when Barney was running a male only whore house in his basement.?
As Churchill said, “He’s a man who gives sodomy a bed name”. I am sure he wouldn’t mind if I altered it to read “Those are men who give sodomy a bad name”.
Before she became the Senator from California does any one remember when she was Congresswoman Barbara Boxer? There is a photo of her walking up the Capitol stairs to protest the nomination of Judge Clarence Thomas to the Supreme Court. For a small woman she has a rather ample ass. She was scratching it like there were four eels mating in her Spandex. I don’t know whether or not they were practicing safe sex but it looked to me like she was greasing the skids, so to speak.
I’ll pay top dollar for that picture.
Speaking of asses why hasn’t someone commented on Michele Obama’s backside? About five more pounds per cheek and she’ll have, as the late Alan Coren used to say in Punch when he was commenting on Miss Uganda, “a bum you could set a ashtray on”.
Maybe she could do some liposuction on them. She could go back to the homeless shelter with some Obama tushmush for the “victims of life’s circumstances” that she fed ever so discretely last week.
Cabinet Secretary Janet Napolitano could use some help also. She looks like she is still pissed off since the gym teacher gave her deodorant because she said Right Guard when asked what she wanted to do in gym class. She meant football; he meant personal hygiene.
OOPS!
Let me take that one back.
“The wish of the Princess has the force of law.”
She could make it more of a nightmare getting through an airport.
If it works for Miss California why not for those beauties? Collectively they have faces that would sink a thousand ships. Plus, a few of them could double for the Wooden Horse.
If Miss California has store bought yabbos is it OK to ask where Mad Carlotta Pelosi get her brow from? The answer is yes and, by the way, there is no sense in being just slightly ad hominem.
Either a ginormous SUY with racing slicks ran over her face a few times or about a dozen junkie ACORN organizers spiked about 2 quarts of industrial strength Botox into her forehead. She reminds me of the orange juice guy in “Trading Places”. He struck a blow for animal rights by donning a gorilla suit to calm the breast of a savage beast. Since his mouth was taped shut all you could see were his eyes doing a dance that would have made a Dervish WOG envious.
Speaking of physical appearances won’t somebody please do something about Senator Barbara Mikulski? Is that woman butt ugly or what? There aren’t enough lamb chops in a normal COSTCO to tie around her neck to make a mutt play with her.
Incidentally, I have been searching for a lost tape featuring Little Babs for as long as O.J. Simpson has been searching for the real killers of his wife.
It supposedly shows Attorney General Janet Reno wearing only an eye patch. She is carrying Cabinet Secretary Donna Shalala on her shoulder. She is wearing a demure parrot costume. They would have a nocturnal gamboling session in the DC Tidal Basin looking for, as the Brits would say, “rough trade”. They would be joined by Senator Mikulski holding a begging cup. She would be at the end of a leash held by the Attorney General of the United States. [As an aside, and before memories dim, let it be remembered that Ms. Reno began her illustrious Federal career by charbroiling some 7 dozen of the fellow citizens at Waco. Ms. Shalala’s best line from her time as a member of President Clinton’s cabinet was “we will all die of AIDS in 10 years”. She said that in 1995.] Senator Mikulski, needing neither makeup nor costume, would come directly from the floor of the Senate, yelling “the fleet’s in. Set up the Viagra iv”.
Talk about scary sights!
That got more guys into rehab than a dozen DUIs and a few nights in the DC lockup.
Speaking of Perez Hilton…didn’t he used to work for Congressman Barney Frank, AKA “The Qween of Bayonne Wump Wanglers”, when Barney was running a male only whore house in his basement.?
As Churchill said, “He’s a man who gives sodomy a bed name”. I am sure he wouldn’t mind if I altered it to read “Those are men who give sodomy a bad name”.
Before she became the Senator from California does any one remember when she was Congresswoman Barbara Boxer? There is a photo of her walking up the Capitol stairs to protest the nomination of Judge Clarence Thomas to the Supreme Court. For a small woman she has a rather ample ass. She was scratching it like there were four eels mating in her Spandex. I don’t know whether or not they were practicing safe sex but it looked to me like she was greasing the skids, so to speak.
I’ll pay top dollar for that picture.
Speaking of asses why hasn’t someone commented on Michele Obama’s backside? About five more pounds per cheek and she’ll have, as the late Alan Coren used to say in Punch when he was commenting on Miss Uganda, “a bum you could set a ashtray on”.
Maybe she could do some liposuction on them. She could go back to the homeless shelter with some Obama tushmush for the “victims of life’s circumstances” that she fed ever so discretely last week.
Cabinet Secretary Janet Napolitano could use some help also. She looks like she is still pissed off since the gym teacher gave her deodorant because she said Right Guard when asked what she wanted to do in gym class. She meant football; he meant personal hygiene.
OOPS!
Let me take that one back.
“The wish of the Princess has the force of law.”
She could make it more of a nightmare getting through an airport.
If it works for Miss California why not for those beauties? Collectively they have faces that would sink a thousand ships. Plus, a few of them could double for the Wooden Horse.
Congressman Ron Klein
May 23, 2009
Congressman Ron Klein
800 East Broward Boulevard
Fort Lauderdale, Florida 33301
RE: Which is it?
Congressman Klein,
Speaker Pelosi, your leader, a member of Congress for whom you twice voted to be Speaker, has said the CIA lied to her in particular and to the Congress in general. She has provided neither proof nor has she referred the matter to the Justice Department.
Now she says that she will no longer speak about it.
Either she lied or the CIA lied.
Which do you think it is?
As a constituent I would appreciate the courtesy of a reply.
Congressman Ron Klein
800 East Broward Boulevard
Fort Lauderdale, Florida 33301
RE: Which is it?
Congressman Klein,
Speaker Pelosi, your leader, a member of Congress for whom you twice voted to be Speaker, has said the CIA lied to her in particular and to the Congress in general. She has provided neither proof nor has she referred the matter to the Justice Department.
Now she says that she will no longer speak about it.
Either she lied or the CIA lied.
Which do you think it is?
As a constituent I would appreciate the courtesy of a reply.
Senator Bill Nelson
May 23, 2009
Senator Bill Nelson
3416 South University Drive
Davie, Florida 32207
RE: 2 things
Senator Nelson,
#1 – It seems that the Gomers in North Korea are up to their old tricks. Doubtless this was caused by 8 years of Bush/Cheney. May I suggest that you do whatever it takes to get Jimmy Carter over there? Remembering how well he did when Bill Clinton was President I am sure another Democratic President will be delighted to have him there.
#2 – I don’t know if anyone has told you but he tossed you under his bus yesterday. He said the reason why the vote against releasing WOG terrorists in this country was because of “fear mongering”. Since I have heard no objection from you I must assume that it is true.
My question is simple.
Would you tell me how many other votes you have cast because of “fear mongering”?
Senator Bill Nelson
3416 South University Drive
Davie, Florida 32207
RE: 2 things
Senator Nelson,
#1 – It seems that the Gomers in North Korea are up to their old tricks. Doubtless this was caused by 8 years of Bush/Cheney. May I suggest that you do whatever it takes to get Jimmy Carter over there? Remembering how well he did when Bill Clinton was President I am sure another Democratic President will be delighted to have him there.
#2 – I don’t know if anyone has told you but he tossed you under his bus yesterday. He said the reason why the vote against releasing WOG terrorists in this country was because of “fear mongering”. Since I have heard no objection from you I must assume that it is true.
My question is simple.
Would you tell me how many other votes you have cast because of “fear mongering”?
Miss California
May 16, 2009
If Miss California has store bought yabbos is it OK to ask where Mad Carlotta Pelosi get her brow from? The answer is yes and, by the way, there is no sense in being just slightly ad hominem.
Either a ginormous SUY with racing slicks ran over her face a few times or about a dozen junkie ACORN organizers spiked about 2 quarts of industrial strength Botox into her forehead. She reminds me of the orange juice guy in “Trading Places”. He struck a blow for animal rights by donning a gorilla suit to calm the breast of a savage beast. Since his mouth was taped shut all you could see were his eyes doing a dance that would have made a Dervish WOG envious.
Speaking of physical appearances won’t somebody please do something about Senator Barbara Mikulski? Is that woman butt ugly or what? There aren’t enough lamb chops in a normal COSTCO to tie around her neck to make a mutt play with her.
Incidentally, I have been searching for a lost tape featuring Little Babs for as long as O.J. Simpson has been searching for the real killers of his wife.
It supposedly shows Attorney General Janet Reno wearing only an eye patch. She is carrying Cabinet Secretary Donna Shalala on her shoulder. She is wearing a demure parrot costume. They would have a nocturnal gamboling session in the DC Tidal Basin looking for, as the Brits would say, “rough trade”. They would be joined by Senator Mikulski holding a begging cup. She would be at the end of a leash held by the Attorney General of the United States. [As an aside, and before memories dim, let it be remembered that Ms. Reno began her illustrious Federal career by charbroiling some 7 dozen of the fellow citizens at Waco. Ms. Shalala’s best line from her time as a member of President Clinton’s cabinet was “we will all die of AIDS in 10 years”. She said that in 1995.] Senator Mikulski, needing neither makeup nor costume, would come directly from the floor of the Senate, yelling “the fleet’s in. Set up the Viagra iv”.
Talk about scary sights!
That got more guys into rehab than a dozen DUIs and a few nights in the DC lockup.
Speaking of Perez Hilton…didn’t he used to work for Congressman Barney Frank, AKA “The Qween of Bayonne Wump Wanglers”, when Barney was running a male only whore house in his basement.?
As Churchill said, “He’s a man who gives sodomy a bed name”. I am sure he wouldn’t mind if I altered it to read “Those are men who give sodomy a bad name”.
Before she became the Senator from California does any one remember when she was Congresswoman Barbara Boxer? There is a photo of her walking up the Capitol stairs to protest the nomination of Judge Clarence Thomas to the Supreme Court. For a small woman she has a rather ample ass. She was scratching it like there were four eels mating in her Spandex. I don’t know whether or not they were practicing safe sex but it looked to me like she was greasing the skids, so to speak.
I’ll pay top dollar for that picture.
Speaking of asses why hasn’t someone commented on Michele Obama’s backside? About five more pounds per cheek and she’ll have, as the late Alan Coren used to say in Punch when he was commenting on Miss Uganda, “a bum you could set a ashtray on”.
Maybe she could do some liposuction on them. She could go back to the homeless shelter with some Obama tushmush for the “victims of life’s circumstances” that she fed ever so discretely last week.
Cabinet Secretary Janet Napolitano could use some help also. She looks like she is still pissed off since the gym teacher gave her deodorant because she said Right Guard when asked what she wanted to do in gym class. She meant football; he meant personal hygiene.
OOPS!
Let me take that one back.
“The wish of the Princess has the force of law.”
She could make it more of a nightmare getting through an airport.
If it works for Miss California why not for those beauties? Collectively they have faces that would sink a thousand ships. Plus, a few of them could double for the Wooden Horse.
If Miss California has store bought yabbos is it OK to ask where Mad Carlotta Pelosi get her brow from? The answer is yes and, by the way, there is no sense in being just slightly ad hominem.
Either a ginormous SUY with racing slicks ran over her face a few times or about a dozen junkie ACORN organizers spiked about 2 quarts of industrial strength Botox into her forehead. She reminds me of the orange juice guy in “Trading Places”. He struck a blow for animal rights by donning a gorilla suit to calm the breast of a savage beast. Since his mouth was taped shut all you could see were his eyes doing a dance that would have made a Dervish WOG envious.
Speaking of physical appearances won’t somebody please do something about Senator Barbara Mikulski? Is that woman butt ugly or what? There aren’t enough lamb chops in a normal COSTCO to tie around her neck to make a mutt play with her.
Incidentally, I have been searching for a lost tape featuring Little Babs for as long as O.J. Simpson has been searching for the real killers of his wife.
It supposedly shows Attorney General Janet Reno wearing only an eye patch. She is carrying Cabinet Secretary Donna Shalala on her shoulder. She is wearing a demure parrot costume. They would have a nocturnal gamboling session in the DC Tidal Basin looking for, as the Brits would say, “rough trade”. They would be joined by Senator Mikulski holding a begging cup. She would be at the end of a leash held by the Attorney General of the United States. [As an aside, and before memories dim, let it be remembered that Ms. Reno began her illustrious Federal career by charbroiling some 7 dozen of the fellow citizens at Waco. Ms. Shalala’s best line from her time as a member of President Clinton’s cabinet was “we will all die of AIDS in 10 years”. She said that in 1995.] Senator Mikulski, needing neither makeup nor costume, would come directly from the floor of the Senate, yelling “the fleet’s in. Set up the Viagra iv”.
Talk about scary sights!
That got more guys into rehab than a dozen DUIs and a few nights in the DC lockup.
Speaking of Perez Hilton…didn’t he used to work for Congressman Barney Frank, AKA “The Qween of Bayonne Wump Wanglers”, when Barney was running a male only whore house in his basement.?
As Churchill said, “He’s a man who gives sodomy a bed name”. I am sure he wouldn’t mind if I altered it to read “Those are men who give sodomy a bad name”.
Before she became the Senator from California does any one remember when she was Congresswoman Barbara Boxer? There is a photo of her walking up the Capitol stairs to protest the nomination of Judge Clarence Thomas to the Supreme Court. For a small woman she has a rather ample ass. She was scratching it like there were four eels mating in her Spandex. I don’t know whether or not they were practicing safe sex but it looked to me like she was greasing the skids, so to speak.
I’ll pay top dollar for that picture.
Speaking of asses why hasn’t someone commented on Michele Obama’s backside? About five more pounds per cheek and she’ll have, as the late Alan Coren used to say in Punch when he was commenting on Miss Uganda, “a bum you could set a ashtray on”.
Maybe she could do some liposuction on them. She could go back to the homeless shelter with some Obama tushmush for the “victims of life’s circumstances” that she fed ever so discretely last week.
Cabinet Secretary Janet Napolitano could use some help also. She looks like she is still pissed off since the gym teacher gave her deodorant because she said Right Guard when asked what she wanted to do in gym class. She meant football; he meant personal hygiene.
OOPS!
Let me take that one back.
“The wish of the Princess has the force of law.”
She could make it more of a nightmare getting through an airport.
If it works for Miss California why not for those beauties? Collectively they have faces that would sink a thousand ships. Plus, a few of them could double for the Wooden Horse.
Monday, May 25, 2009
Corporal Leonard W. Putnam
May 25, 1945 – May 25, 2009
“They fell with their faces to the foe.”
He was a 42 year old piano salesman from Jersey City, New Jersey.
He was married to my wife’s great aunt. They had no children.
“There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.”
He was killed by a Japanese mortar shell on Okinawa.
“They shall not grow old,
As we that are left grow old.”
His scroll, signed by the President of the United States, has been on my
Wall since 1970 lest his name be forgotten, reads
“He stands in the unbroken like of patriots who dared to die
That freedom may live, and grow, and increase its blessings.
Freedom lives, and through it he lives –
In a way that humbles the undertakings of most men.”
Let free men everywhere lift a glass to the memory of
Corporal Leonard W. Putnam
“As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain,
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.”
“They fell with their faces to the foe.”
He was a 42 year old piano salesman from Jersey City, New Jersey.
He was married to my wife’s great aunt. They had no children.
“There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.”
He was killed by a Japanese mortar shell on Okinawa.
“They shall not grow old,
As we that are left grow old.”
His scroll, signed by the President of the United States, has been on my
Wall since 1970 lest his name be forgotten, reads
“He stands in the unbroken like of patriots who dared to die
That freedom may live, and grow, and increase its blessings.
Freedom lives, and through it he lives –
In a way that humbles the undertakings of most men.”
Let free men everywhere lift a glass to the memory of
Corporal Leonard W. Putnam
“As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain,
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.”
Saturday, May 16, 2009
NC State Senator Marc Basnicht
May 13, 2009
State Senator Marc Basnicht
16 West Jones Street
Raleigh, North Carolina 27601-2818
RE: Plastic, Logic, and a well and truly earned award
Senator Basnicht,
Enclosed is a piece of plastic. I am sending it to you because of your desire to legislate plastic out of existence. Since you are the point man for this leap through the looking glass you must know what to do with the leftovers. I entrust you with the task of giving it, if not a Christian burial, a respectful secular humanist internment.
It would seem to me that the equal protection parts of the Constitution, the ones that your state took violent exception to a few year back, would compel you, Logically, to include all plastic stuff, things, and impedimenta. I assume that if you could see how much plastic is used in hospitals you would be quite beside yourself. After your rid your state of plastic bags and plastic syringes turn your attention to PCV pipe. It is obvious that Halliburton in a cabal with home builders, plumbers, and right-wing radio are polluting your state with…with…plastic pipes. I daresay that unless you live in a shack 50 miles from Asheville making shine and fricasseeing road kill your house is surrounded be PVC pipe. Logically you must tear it our.
Because of the above proposed legislation and because you appear to be a rational adult although one who is possessed of ca-ca for brains I hereby name you
HORSE’S ASS OF THE WEEK
The two other awards for which you may qualify are POMPOUS FART OF THE MONTH and SMARMY BASTARD OF THE YEAR. The standards are much higher but it’s only the middle of May. If part of your district is in Buncombe County, a great name in American politics, I will add oak leaf clusters to your award. In anticipation of a plastic free world ruled by boobs like you I remain, as always, forever green.
State Senator Marc Basnicht
16 West Jones Street
Raleigh, North Carolina 27601-2818
RE: Plastic, Logic, and a well and truly earned award
Senator Basnicht,
Enclosed is a piece of plastic. I am sending it to you because of your desire to legislate plastic out of existence. Since you are the point man for this leap through the looking glass you must know what to do with the leftovers. I entrust you with the task of giving it, if not a Christian burial, a respectful secular humanist internment.
It would seem to me that the equal protection parts of the Constitution, the ones that your state took violent exception to a few year back, would compel you, Logically, to include all plastic stuff, things, and impedimenta. I assume that if you could see how much plastic is used in hospitals you would be quite beside yourself. After your rid your state of plastic bags and plastic syringes turn your attention to PCV pipe. It is obvious that Halliburton in a cabal with home builders, plumbers, and right-wing radio are polluting your state with…with…plastic pipes. I daresay that unless you live in a shack 50 miles from Asheville making shine and fricasseeing road kill your house is surrounded be PVC pipe. Logically you must tear it our.
Because of the above proposed legislation and because you appear to be a rational adult although one who is possessed of ca-ca for brains I hereby name you
HORSE’S ASS OF THE WEEK
The two other awards for which you may qualify are POMPOUS FART OF THE MONTH and SMARMY BASTARD OF THE YEAR. The standards are much higher but it’s only the middle of May. If part of your district is in Buncombe County, a great name in American politics, I will add oak leaf clusters to your award. In anticipation of a plastic free world ruled by boobs like you I remain, as always, forever green.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
May 8, 2009
For 7 decades I’ve lived with Climate Change.
Tony Vivaldi, the noted Italian climatologist, noticed and highlighted it almost 4 centuries ago. He was the first person to note that Spring was followed by Summer. After that came Fall. Then came Winter. Every year. Climate Change writ large. Cambia di Clima was how he described it.
In the late ‘60s it was called Global Cooling. A world class fraud named Paul Ehrlich, speaking for the consensus of scientists, told us in 1970 that we would either starve to death or freeze to death before the year 2000. Would it be a hate crime for me to point out that the world is 5 months into the year 2009?
All of a sudden the consensus of scientists told us it was Global Warming. I confess to being part of the problem. After showering in the 1970s, and particularly in the glorious reign of Jimmy Carter, I would discharge some Right Guard out my bathroom window. The purpose was to endanger an already beleaguered ozone layer. Mount Pinatubo – remember? - reduced the destruction of said ozone layer and lowered the ambient temperature. Facts have never interfered with any argument put forth by mush brained modern American Liberals. Thus it was easy for another world class fraud, Albert Arnold Gore, Jr. AKA as Alpha Gump, AKA “Cementhead” to his Secret Service bodyguards, to speak for the consensus of scientists and warn us of impending doom. The only solution for us and him, particularly him now that his family lost their gravy train when Armand Hammer, bagman for the Kremlin, died was to buy his books and movies. All credit must go to his wife Thumper Gump and all the charming baby Gumpsters because the head Gumpster is dumber than dirt. His shoes have instructions that say “Toes in first”. For his 16th birthday he learned what to do with his thumbs. All of Washington rejoiced. His biggest academic accomplishment was flunking out of two graduates schools in one semester. It was natural for him to succeed as a modern American Liberal politician. He is like a head to toe prurigo that you want to scratch with a flame thrower. When he speaks he makes adults reach for the latest Borgia cocktail.
The intrusion of facts, hard things in the best of times, has caused the always reliable consensus of scientists to drop Global Warming in favor of Climate Change. I have a friend in Minnesota who tells me that Climate Change is a constant but a predictably unpredictable thing. Some people there have learned to profit from it. It’s an American thing to do.
One of the few highlights of the 7 years I spent on trial in United States Tax Court
was when I, as the petitioner, explained the function of price in calculating coal reserves. I told the Court that the number of tons in place was calculable. The variables of price and exiting technology based on that price made the number of recoverable tons a more moveable feast.
I instructed the Court, and I say “instructed” in the belief that “modesty is an overrated virtue”, that “If no profit is possible the risk is obvious” and, further
“If eggs go to $5 a dozen the rooster lays”
It was way of saying that whenever a commodity, any commodity, has an inordinate spike in price two things happen.
#1 - The marginal user stops consuming it.
#2 - New supplies come to the marketplace.
It is a self evident fact that the amount of coal in place hasn’t changed but the last ton, the marginal ton, could now be mined
That argument, a fusion of Logic, experience, and common sense fell on deaf ears.
In a world of supposedly finite resources, in a world that insists on eating its own intellectual seed corn, in a world where the chattering class tells us the solution to the problem of more dogs than bones is to decrease the number of dogs rather than increase the number of bones, in a world that makes despair a blessing, in a world that says the religious, cultural, and political legacy of Western Civilization is to be mocked comes a Page One story in the World Street Journal on April 30, 2009.
Free men, secure in the knowledge that the fruits of their labors will be theirs to dispose of as they see fit, bitch slapped Mother Nature again. Page One stories tell us of big things, good or bad, that will affect us in a profound manner.
The story about the success of the domestic natural gas discoveries uses numbers that are all but impossible to grasp. Two thousand two hundred trillion cubic feet – one hundred years usage at current consumption levels – has but one contemporary counterpart. It is the Federal Budget and the projected Federal Deficit.
[I would be remiss if I didn’t point out that when she was Senator Clinton she would warn us like a shrill Sunday School teacher that the Chinese were buying all our Treasury debt. She knew that those clever Chinamen were up to no good. She was Secretary of State for less than a week when she filled up a plane with Monica Lewinsky wanabees, and other patriots like Barney Frank to go to the Forbidden City to convince the wily Orientals to buy, buy, and buy all of our Treasury debt. But that is a tale for a different day.]
For 12 years I was an unpaid advisor to the Miami Herald on energy matters. My annual offering, always ignored, was the same year after year. #1 – Turn off the A/C at world HQ by Biscayne Bay. #2 – Drill a well 150 yards offshore from where said HQ sits. Good advice then; better advice now.
The Haynesville Shale, the Marcellus Shale, and the Barnett Shale have one thing in common.
Free men using their own money and employing technology that the consensus of scientists scoffed at 20/25 years ago will produce an amount of natural gas for which no adjectives are suitable. Biblical, Homeric, and Brobdanaglian were some of my favorite terms. They no longer apply. They are inadequate. Should Dr. Johnson return to update his dictionary he would need whole pages to describe the size of what they found.
In 1859, a hugely successful New England based cartel decided to raise the price of their scarce commodity from $2 to $6. 5 years later it was out of business. No longer were whales hunted for their oil which was used so Americans could read at night. Even then we were trying to increase our carbon footprint.
Coincidentally, in 1859, a man named Edwin Drake drilled a well in Pennsylvania despite what the consensus of scientists said. His discovery of hydrocarbons waiting there for 1000 millennia gave birth to the modern era of advancing civilization. One hundred and sixty years after his well came in if you think its net impact has been bad turn off you’re A/C this summer as a penance for 16 decades of profligacy.
It cost $10 per half ounce and took 3 weeks to send a letter by horseback not quite halfway across the country. A first class stamp costs 44 cents today. The service has improved marginally but the price surely has come down.
17 years ago, at his father’s funeral, a contract driller told me he was working on a Russian oilfield that was capable of producing 10,000,000 barrels of oil per day. It produces about 1,000,000. The geology hasn’t changed.
“American Exceptionalism” produced the atomic bomb in 43 months. The Russians stole it. The key to 10,000,000 barrels of oil per day is obvious. That’s why the Russians can’t steal it.
Somewhere out there are some mighty worried roosters.
For 7 decades I’ve lived with Climate Change.
Tony Vivaldi, the noted Italian climatologist, noticed and highlighted it almost 4 centuries ago. He was the first person to note that Spring was followed by Summer. After that came Fall. Then came Winter. Every year. Climate Change writ large. Cambia di Clima was how he described it.
In the late ‘60s it was called Global Cooling. A world class fraud named Paul Ehrlich, speaking for the consensus of scientists, told us in 1970 that we would either starve to death or freeze to death before the year 2000. Would it be a hate crime for me to point out that the world is 5 months into the year 2009?
All of a sudden the consensus of scientists told us it was Global Warming. I confess to being part of the problem. After showering in the 1970s, and particularly in the glorious reign of Jimmy Carter, I would discharge some Right Guard out my bathroom window. The purpose was to endanger an already beleaguered ozone layer. Mount Pinatubo – remember? - reduced the destruction of said ozone layer and lowered the ambient temperature. Facts have never interfered with any argument put forth by mush brained modern American Liberals. Thus it was easy for another world class fraud, Albert Arnold Gore, Jr. AKA as Alpha Gump, AKA “Cementhead” to his Secret Service bodyguards, to speak for the consensus of scientists and warn us of impending doom. The only solution for us and him, particularly him now that his family lost their gravy train when Armand Hammer, bagman for the Kremlin, died was to buy his books and movies. All credit must go to his wife Thumper Gump and all the charming baby Gumpsters because the head Gumpster is dumber than dirt. His shoes have instructions that say “Toes in first”. For his 16th birthday he learned what to do with his thumbs. All of Washington rejoiced. His biggest academic accomplishment was flunking out of two graduates schools in one semester. It was natural for him to succeed as a modern American Liberal politician. He is like a head to toe prurigo that you want to scratch with a flame thrower. When he speaks he makes adults reach for the latest Borgia cocktail.
The intrusion of facts, hard things in the best of times, has caused the always reliable consensus of scientists to drop Global Warming in favor of Climate Change. I have a friend in Minnesota who tells me that Climate Change is a constant but a predictably unpredictable thing. Some people there have learned to profit from it. It’s an American thing to do.
One of the few highlights of the 7 years I spent on trial in United States Tax Court
was when I, as the petitioner, explained the function of price in calculating coal reserves. I told the Court that the number of tons in place was calculable. The variables of price and exiting technology based on that price made the number of recoverable tons a more moveable feast.
I instructed the Court, and I say “instructed” in the belief that “modesty is an overrated virtue”, that “If no profit is possible the risk is obvious” and, further
“If eggs go to $5 a dozen the rooster lays”
It was way of saying that whenever a commodity, any commodity, has an inordinate spike in price two things happen.
#1 - The marginal user stops consuming it.
#2 - New supplies come to the marketplace.
It is a self evident fact that the amount of coal in place hasn’t changed but the last ton, the marginal ton, could now be mined
That argument, a fusion of Logic, experience, and common sense fell on deaf ears.
In a world of supposedly finite resources, in a world that insists on eating its own intellectual seed corn, in a world where the chattering class tells us the solution to the problem of more dogs than bones is to decrease the number of dogs rather than increase the number of bones, in a world that makes despair a blessing, in a world that says the religious, cultural, and political legacy of Western Civilization is to be mocked comes a Page One story in the World Street Journal on April 30, 2009.
Free men, secure in the knowledge that the fruits of their labors will be theirs to dispose of as they see fit, bitch slapped Mother Nature again. Page One stories tell us of big things, good or bad, that will affect us in a profound manner.
The story about the success of the domestic natural gas discoveries uses numbers that are all but impossible to grasp. Two thousand two hundred trillion cubic feet – one hundred years usage at current consumption levels – has but one contemporary counterpart. It is the Federal Budget and the projected Federal Deficit.
[I would be remiss if I didn’t point out that when she was Senator Clinton she would warn us like a shrill Sunday School teacher that the Chinese were buying all our Treasury debt. She knew that those clever Chinamen were up to no good. She was Secretary of State for less than a week when she filled up a plane with Monica Lewinsky wanabees, and other patriots like Barney Frank to go to the Forbidden City to convince the wily Orientals to buy, buy, and buy all of our Treasury debt. But that is a tale for a different day.]
For 12 years I was an unpaid advisor to the Miami Herald on energy matters. My annual offering, always ignored, was the same year after year. #1 – Turn off the A/C at world HQ by Biscayne Bay. #2 – Drill a well 150 yards offshore from where said HQ sits. Good advice then; better advice now.
The Haynesville Shale, the Marcellus Shale, and the Barnett Shale have one thing in common.
Free men using their own money and employing technology that the consensus of scientists scoffed at 20/25 years ago will produce an amount of natural gas for which no adjectives are suitable. Biblical, Homeric, and Brobdanaglian were some of my favorite terms. They no longer apply. They are inadequate. Should Dr. Johnson return to update his dictionary he would need whole pages to describe the size of what they found.
In 1859, a hugely successful New England based cartel decided to raise the price of their scarce commodity from $2 to $6. 5 years later it was out of business. No longer were whales hunted for their oil which was used so Americans could read at night. Even then we were trying to increase our carbon footprint.
Coincidentally, in 1859, a man named Edwin Drake drilled a well in Pennsylvania despite what the consensus of scientists said. His discovery of hydrocarbons waiting there for 1000 millennia gave birth to the modern era of advancing civilization. One hundred and sixty years after his well came in if you think its net impact has been bad turn off you’re A/C this summer as a penance for 16 decades of profligacy.
It cost $10 per half ounce and took 3 weeks to send a letter by horseback not quite halfway across the country. A first class stamp costs 44 cents today. The service has improved marginally but the price surely has come down.
17 years ago, at his father’s funeral, a contract driller told me he was working on a Russian oilfield that was capable of producing 10,000,000 barrels of oil per day. It produces about 1,000,000. The geology hasn’t changed.
“American Exceptionalism” produced the atomic bomb in 43 months. The Russians stole it. The key to 10,000,000 barrels of oil per day is obvious. That’s why the Russians can’t steal it.
Somewhere out there are some mighty worried roosters.
Eugene Robinson, The Washington Post
May 5, 2009
Eugene Robinson
The Washington Post
1150 15th Street
Washington, D.C. 20071
RE: De morituis nil nisi…malum? – A different take on your Thanatoptic view of the shrouding of the Boston Globe.
Mr. Robinson,
#1 – Arthur Sulzberger, hereinafter referred to as “Little Dickhead” or as President for Life of the Lucky Sperm Club, is the best argument for an estate tax starting at 105%. The Kennedys are the best example of why it should be retroactive.
#2 – The purchase of the Boston Globe for one billion one hundred million dollars [that’s $1,100,000,000] by the New York Times was an act of lunacy. Until solipsism becomes a capital offense the twerp walks. Some real estate, aging printing presses, and some mailing lists for $1,100,000,000? Somewhere the ghosts of Graham and Dodd are laughing their 10Ks off. [As an aside, and in keeping with President Bambi’s call for shared sacrifice, don’t you think the sellers should “volunteer” to give back their ill gotten gains?]
#3 – You say “it’s almost impossible to think of Boston without the Globe”. Actually it isn’t. The town survived when the Boston Strangler got pinched. It managed to turn a rout – Bunker Hill – into a win. To make it even better they sat out the rest of the Revolutionary War. They have gotten away with that for more than 2 centuries. Boston thinks that it is a tuxedo and the rest of the world is made up of brown shoes.
You say it thinks of itself “as a modern day Athens”. May I suggest you add the codicil “at the end of the Peloponnesian War” to it to make it correct? Incidentally, it was Sparta, a decidedly Red State, that did most of the heavy lifting against the forefathers of today’s Iranians.
#4 – Only people infused with “non-malodorous fecal matter”, and if you’re not sure what that means you have it so send a SASE, believe that gravity can be defied if enough good people really, really want it. Alas, the Boston Globe produces a product that not enough people want to buy.
I marveled at Polaroid. My father drove a Hudson. I liked to read the New York Herald Tribune. I have some vinyl records. Has anybody heard from Bell & Howell lately? I’ve flown the Concorde. Cotton was King once, wasn’t it? Do you know where I can cash in my Green Stamps? When was the last time you used a Dictaphone? I dropped a can of New Coke on my last pair of Corfam shoes and it hurt the can. Do you think double knit leisure suits will ever come back? Back when Bobby Kennedy was counsel to Joe McCarthy it was fashionable not to testify before Congress. Did the accountants for the Times/Globe purchase all study the New Math? Why is a Republican deficit bad while a Democratic deficit is good? I never did figure out how Senator Jay Forbes Kerry got the city of Boston to move the fire hydrant in front of his house without leaving a paper trail but I know that you didn’t cover the story.
Can you see a pattern developing?
#5 – You say “smart, prudent management can buy precious time to figure this all out”. MacArthur said that all lost battles have the same explanation: “Too late, too late.”
Since Boston will be diminished by the loss of the Globe why not ask the Guild
to work for free? I’m sure the power company will stop charging for electricity once they understand the impact of a Globeless Boston.
Does it have a big parking lot? Think car washes. How about 50/50s? Cake sales? I raised a lot of money when I was a Cubmaster by selling first aid kits. How about setting up some tables at Fenway?
I know without investigating that the Globe holds Darwin in the highest regard. They should revel in the fact that move, adapt, or die is still in force.
#6 – There is some good news. The curse of the Bambino, a 20th Century reprise of the ills that befell the House of Atreus, is forever banned in Boston. Forget about the World Series. Take some consolation that you really stuck it to the nit-wits from New York.
PS – Talk about throwing an anchor to a drowning man! The New York Times just raised its daily newsstand price to $2. Why not raise yours to $3? Your net is sure to increase. Plus, you will decrease your carbon footprint.
Eugene Robinson
The Washington Post
1150 15th Street
Washington, D.C. 20071
RE: De morituis nil nisi…malum? – A different take on your Thanatoptic view of the shrouding of the Boston Globe.
Mr. Robinson,
#1 – Arthur Sulzberger, hereinafter referred to as “Little Dickhead” or as President for Life of the Lucky Sperm Club, is the best argument for an estate tax starting at 105%. The Kennedys are the best example of why it should be retroactive.
#2 – The purchase of the Boston Globe for one billion one hundred million dollars [that’s $1,100,000,000] by the New York Times was an act of lunacy. Until solipsism becomes a capital offense the twerp walks. Some real estate, aging printing presses, and some mailing lists for $1,100,000,000? Somewhere the ghosts of Graham and Dodd are laughing their 10Ks off. [As an aside, and in keeping with President Bambi’s call for shared sacrifice, don’t you think the sellers should “volunteer” to give back their ill gotten gains?]
#3 – You say “it’s almost impossible to think of Boston without the Globe”. Actually it isn’t. The town survived when the Boston Strangler got pinched. It managed to turn a rout – Bunker Hill – into a win. To make it even better they sat out the rest of the Revolutionary War. They have gotten away with that for more than 2 centuries. Boston thinks that it is a tuxedo and the rest of the world is made up of brown shoes.
You say it thinks of itself “as a modern day Athens”. May I suggest you add the codicil “at the end of the Peloponnesian War” to it to make it correct? Incidentally, it was Sparta, a decidedly Red State, that did most of the heavy lifting against the forefathers of today’s Iranians.
#4 – Only people infused with “non-malodorous fecal matter”, and if you’re not sure what that means you have it so send a SASE, believe that gravity can be defied if enough good people really, really want it. Alas, the Boston Globe produces a product that not enough people want to buy.
I marveled at Polaroid. My father drove a Hudson. I liked to read the New York Herald Tribune. I have some vinyl records. Has anybody heard from Bell & Howell lately? I’ve flown the Concorde. Cotton was King once, wasn’t it? Do you know where I can cash in my Green Stamps? When was the last time you used a Dictaphone? I dropped a can of New Coke on my last pair of Corfam shoes and it hurt the can. Do you think double knit leisure suits will ever come back? Back when Bobby Kennedy was counsel to Joe McCarthy it was fashionable not to testify before Congress. Did the accountants for the Times/Globe purchase all study the New Math? Why is a Republican deficit bad while a Democratic deficit is good? I never did figure out how Senator Jay Forbes Kerry got the city of Boston to move the fire hydrant in front of his house without leaving a paper trail but I know that you didn’t cover the story.
Can you see a pattern developing?
#5 – You say “smart, prudent management can buy precious time to figure this all out”. MacArthur said that all lost battles have the same explanation: “Too late, too late.”
Since Boston will be diminished by the loss of the Globe why not ask the Guild
to work for free? I’m sure the power company will stop charging for electricity once they understand the impact of a Globeless Boston.
Does it have a big parking lot? Think car washes. How about 50/50s? Cake sales? I raised a lot of money when I was a Cubmaster by selling first aid kits. How about setting up some tables at Fenway?
I know without investigating that the Globe holds Darwin in the highest regard. They should revel in the fact that move, adapt, or die is still in force.
#6 – There is some good news. The curse of the Bambino, a 20th Century reprise of the ills that befell the House of Atreus, is forever banned in Boston. Forget about the World Series. Take some consolation that you really stuck it to the nit-wits from New York.
PS – Talk about throwing an anchor to a drowning man! The New York Times just raised its daily newsstand price to $2. Why not raise yours to $3? Your net is sure to increase. Plus, you will decrease your carbon footprint.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Michael Mayo, The Sun-Sentinel
April 28, 2009
Michael Mayo
The Sun-Sentinel
200 East Las Olas Boulevard
Fort Lauderdale, Florida 33316
RE: “Legislative Madness”- The title of your column and why, just maybe, we should love it.
Mr. Mayo,
It’s a given that “no man’s property is safe when the legislature is in session”.
It is serendipitous that today is the anniversary of the death of one of the heroes of modern American Liberals in the 1920s and 1930s. Mussolini was shot and strung up this day. And, yes, there is a connection.
“The Senate approved higher tuition at state universities.”
Is there something wrong with that? Would it not be Logical to expect that the costs of running a university be paid for by those who use and benefit from it?
If you are opposed to government raising prices to reflect rising costs what do you think of next week’s postal rate hike?
If you are opposed to passing on to citizens the increase in costs of running said entity then you must be opposed to any increases in the Federal Income Tax rate. Logically, and there’s that word again, you could have no other choice.
Which Tea Party did you attend?
You comment snarkily about the proposed Christ specialty license plate. You say that Christ’s head “drooped”. That was the purpose of the Romans. You didn’t die from the trauma of spikes being driven into your hands and feet. You died of suffocation.
It is probably more than you wanted to know about crucifixion but, a la Saul Alinsky, I never waste a good teaching moment.
#1 – Saint Paul, nee Saul, avoided crucifixion by saying “Sum Romanus”. Since he was citizen of Rome he took Plan B. He had his head cut off.
#2 – The question of how to deal with pirates was addressed by Julius Caesar. When he was a teenager he was captured and enslaved by pirates. He told them if they didn’t let him go he would escape, hunt them down, and crucify them. They didn’t; he did. We can still learn from the Romans.
Why not have plates with Buddha on them? Why not have plates with Osama bin Laden on them? Why not have plates with Rosie O’Donnell and Barney Frank on them? The additional revenue can be used to promote manatee suffrage.
“We might soon see higher rates on property insurance,
the last thing struggling homeowners need during a recession.”
Is that a closeted Supply-Sider I see struggling to be free? Listen closely. I’ll write slowly.
It’s wrong to raise tuition in a recession.
It’s wrong to raise insurance premiums in a recession.
Why is it right to raise taxes in a recession?
A legislature that resembles a casting call for “A Confederacy of Dunces” is a good thing for Florida. As long as they are doing shtick it is one day less they can be legislating. If you put them in charge of the beach they would import sand in a year. Regardless of what they did before they got to Tallahassee they become 10 feet tall and bulletproof about the time they are sworn in. Then they become so dumb they couldn’t find their asses using both hands.
Didn’t il Duce and his goomah get the trains to run on time? Why they wound up hanging upside down from a lamp post is still a mystery to fans of good government.
“How sad of all the things that men endure
how few laws or kings can cause or cure.”
Here’s a revenue enhancer. How about a tax on les merdes de Quebec? The vote would be unanimous.
Michael Mayo
The Sun-Sentinel
200 East Las Olas Boulevard
Fort Lauderdale, Florida 33316
RE: “Legislative Madness”- The title of your column and why, just maybe, we should love it.
Mr. Mayo,
It’s a given that “no man’s property is safe when the legislature is in session”.
It is serendipitous that today is the anniversary of the death of one of the heroes of modern American Liberals in the 1920s and 1930s. Mussolini was shot and strung up this day. And, yes, there is a connection.
“The Senate approved higher tuition at state universities.”
Is there something wrong with that? Would it not be Logical to expect that the costs of running a university be paid for by those who use and benefit from it?
If you are opposed to government raising prices to reflect rising costs what do you think of next week’s postal rate hike?
If you are opposed to passing on to citizens the increase in costs of running said entity then you must be opposed to any increases in the Federal Income Tax rate. Logically, and there’s that word again, you could have no other choice.
Which Tea Party did you attend?
You comment snarkily about the proposed Christ specialty license plate. You say that Christ’s head “drooped”. That was the purpose of the Romans. You didn’t die from the trauma of spikes being driven into your hands and feet. You died of suffocation.
It is probably more than you wanted to know about crucifixion but, a la Saul Alinsky, I never waste a good teaching moment.
#1 – Saint Paul, nee Saul, avoided crucifixion by saying “Sum Romanus”. Since he was citizen of Rome he took Plan B. He had his head cut off.
#2 – The question of how to deal with pirates was addressed by Julius Caesar. When he was a teenager he was captured and enslaved by pirates. He told them if they didn’t let him go he would escape, hunt them down, and crucify them. They didn’t; he did. We can still learn from the Romans.
Why not have plates with Buddha on them? Why not have plates with Osama bin Laden on them? Why not have plates with Rosie O’Donnell and Barney Frank on them? The additional revenue can be used to promote manatee suffrage.
“We might soon see higher rates on property insurance,
the last thing struggling homeowners need during a recession.”
Is that a closeted Supply-Sider I see struggling to be free? Listen closely. I’ll write slowly.
It’s wrong to raise tuition in a recession.
It’s wrong to raise insurance premiums in a recession.
Why is it right to raise taxes in a recession?
A legislature that resembles a casting call for “A Confederacy of Dunces” is a good thing for Florida. As long as they are doing shtick it is one day less they can be legislating. If you put them in charge of the beach they would import sand in a year. Regardless of what they did before they got to Tallahassee they become 10 feet tall and bulletproof about the time they are sworn in. Then they become so dumb they couldn’t find their asses using both hands.
Didn’t il Duce and his goomah get the trains to run on time? Why they wound up hanging upside down from a lamp post is still a mystery to fans of good government.
“How sad of all the things that men endure
how few laws or kings can cause or cure.”
Here’s a revenue enhancer. How about a tax on les merdes de Quebec? The vote would be unanimous.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Letters to the Editor, The Sun-Sentinel
April 27, 2009
Letters to the Editor
The Sun-Sentinel
200 East Las Olas Boulevard
Fort Lauderdale, Florida 33301
RE: “Fairness”, the taxing of sales made on the Internet, and the Law
Sirs,
“I won’t tax thee,
You don’t tax me.
Let’s tax that fellow behind the tree.”
You say that it is “unfair” not to allow Florida to tax sales made on the Internet. If it is “unfair” for Florida to miss out on the sales tax revenue from a product made in New Jersey why shouldn’t New Jersey be able to tax it also? Are you saying if I use the Internet to buy some Soprano memorabilia I should, in the interest of “fairness”, pay taxes to both states?
Why not let every state the package passes through tax it also?
Is that your idea of a stimulus program?
The question of states taxing transactions made in other states has been asked and answered by the Supreme Court of the United States. The case is Gibbons v Ogden. It may well be time for the Court to revisit the matter. Until it does it is the Law of the Land. No state may tax the transaction of any other state.
Protestations of “fairness”, “unfairness”, and revenue shortfalls notwithstanding, the last sentence is unambiguous. Your problem is with the Law. The solution is simple; Change the law. Until it is changed obey it.
Letters to the Editor
The Sun-Sentinel
200 East Las Olas Boulevard
Fort Lauderdale, Florida 33301
RE: “Fairness”, the taxing of sales made on the Internet, and the Law
Sirs,
“I won’t tax thee,
You don’t tax me.
Let’s tax that fellow behind the tree.”
You say that it is “unfair” not to allow Florida to tax sales made on the Internet. If it is “unfair” for Florida to miss out on the sales tax revenue from a product made in New Jersey why shouldn’t New Jersey be able to tax it also? Are you saying if I use the Internet to buy some Soprano memorabilia I should, in the interest of “fairness”, pay taxes to both states?
Why not let every state the package passes through tax it also?
Is that your idea of a stimulus program?
The question of states taxing transactions made in other states has been asked and answered by the Supreme Court of the United States. The case is Gibbons v Ogden. It may well be time for the Court to revisit the matter. Until it does it is the Law of the Land. No state may tax the transaction of any other state.
Protestations of “fairness”, “unfairness”, and revenue shortfalls notwithstanding, the last sentence is unambiguous. Your problem is with the Law. The solution is simple; Change the law. Until it is changed obey it.
Friday, April 24, 2009
The Editorial Board, The Miami Herald
April 22, 2009
The Editorial Board
The Miami Herald
One Herald Plaza
Miami, Florida 33132-1693
RE: Congratulations!
Sirs,
So intent was I to spread my expanding carbon footprint all around South Florida on this anniversary of Earth Day – Remember that it started when Global Cooling was the threat du jour and the consensus of science was that it was a race between starving to death or freezing to death. Remember? – that I let my main business suffer.
I own an awards company. There are three laurels. Each one is non-gender specific. While I don’t have quotas I do have goals. In the category of HORSE’S ASS OFF THE WEEK I consider it a sign of maturity as a secular nation that African Americans can be included without having a scarlet R branded on your cheek. POMPOUS FART OF THE MONTH is an award of a different color. The one irreducible prerequisite is that the winner possesses Homeric amounts of non-malodorous fecal matter. If you don’t understand what that is send a SASE. SMARMY BASTARD OF THE YEAR, the mother of all awards, the Granddaddy of them All, is given out the old fashioned way. You have to earn it.
Right after dawn I drove to west Broward in hope of spotting a black bear. How lucky can we be to have an almost 200 pound omnivore gamboling through gated communities? I wanted to find out why Global Warming is bad for polar bears but good for Black Bears. The jury is still out on Lucky Pierre, my favorite Brown Bear. As to cute and cuddly Pandas and the painfully shy Sumatran Red Bears, I just don’t know. I know it will be the kiss of death for them if WAL*MART starts to auction them off.
I drove my gas guzzling SUV, unmindful of the delicate ecosystems I was disrupting, uncaring of the connected Rain Forest destruction, just another aging White man looking to exploit 3rd Worlders, all over the Everglades trying to bitch slap Mother Nature when I realized that duty was calling.
EARTH DAY MUST BE CELEBRATED!
I stopped at Publix on the way home. I try to go to as many different ones as I can. I go straight to the tremendous produce section where I seek out the manager. I try to stand as close to the sign promoting their “Organic Fruit and Vegetables”. I tell him that as a victim of life’s circumstances I need to save money so could you please tell me where the inorganic fruit and vegetables are. I tell them that I am particularly interested in
long strand polymers. I will buy all of them if they haven’t fully succumbed to the “noble rot”. Just another blank stare. I should be used to them by now.
When I got back I could not even raise a glass to toast her or it or whatever because of your lead editorial titled Drilling off Florida Coast Still a Bad Idea. You have a picture of what appears to be a drilling and a production rig superimposed on a map of the Gulf of Mexico. It stretches from western Florida to Texas and Mexico.
You talk about the danger to tourism and tourism. If you look at your map you can see the outline of Padre Island. The last time I was there tourism and fishing abounded. Why no concern for them? On the right hand side of your picture you have conveniently redacted Cuba. I mention that because drilling is supposed to begin off the coast of Cuba in June. Who will address the drilling risk there? The United States Navy?
You conclude by saying that there may not be any oil and gas there. Why drill, you ask. The answers should be obvious.
#1 – American oil companies want to spend their own money to find out. There is no greater stimulus program. The government now runs the automobile business. If you put the government in charge of the beach in 2 years they would be importing sand. President Obama said that the United States government now stands behind your GM warranty. Why is that a scary sentence? Would it be better if the Post Office ran all the drilling programs?
#2 – The major premise of your editorial, indeed the major premise of the absurd environmental movement, is that modern civilization is bad. Somehow we would be better off if we hand plowed the fields and gathered free range nuts, berries, and fruits. I read your editorial and ask if the Luddites have taken over. Bovine borborygomy and porcine eructations seem to be the new science. You, in typical modern American Liberal fashion, confuse feelings with ideas. There is a difference.
The consequences of your feelings are simple:
#1 – It’s OK to buy oil from a thug like Chavez. It’s OK to buy oil from a slave trading nation like Sudan. It’s OK to support the really nice guys who run Nigeria. It’s OK to acquiesce in the coming annihilation of Israel by buying oil from Iran. It’s OK to buy oil from our buddies in Russia. Concern for the rutting habits of ptarmigan and reindeer stop us from drilling in ANWR In fact, any suggestion of increasing domestic production is snarled at.
#2 – May I suggest, as I have been suggesting since 1997, that the Logical conclusion of your opposition to offshore drilling is simple? You must turn off your air conditioning this summer.
Your circulation will increase, your employees will rally around you, you will be in the forefront of the Back to Nature movement, you will be smiled on by the ghosts of charlatan Rachel Carson and Nazi Frogman Jacques Cousteau, and you will become one of the really, really good guys.
After that catches on your campaign against plastic, all and everything plastic, should be easy.
BONG!
That’s a bell that I have attached to one of my manatee pots. It tells me when I caught one. I get a Hell of a return for one head of lettuce that Publix was going to throw away.
Would you like some steaks?
You can use them to celebrate your award. I hereby name you
HORSE’S ASS OF THE WEEK
The Editorial Board
The Miami Herald
One Herald Plaza
Miami, Florida 33132-1693
RE: Congratulations!
Sirs,
So intent was I to spread my expanding carbon footprint all around South Florida on this anniversary of Earth Day – Remember that it started when Global Cooling was the threat du jour and the consensus of science was that it was a race between starving to death or freezing to death. Remember? – that I let my main business suffer.
I own an awards company. There are three laurels. Each one is non-gender specific. While I don’t have quotas I do have goals. In the category of HORSE’S ASS OFF THE WEEK I consider it a sign of maturity as a secular nation that African Americans can be included without having a scarlet R branded on your cheek. POMPOUS FART OF THE MONTH is an award of a different color. The one irreducible prerequisite is that the winner possesses Homeric amounts of non-malodorous fecal matter. If you don’t understand what that is send a SASE. SMARMY BASTARD OF THE YEAR, the mother of all awards, the Granddaddy of them All, is given out the old fashioned way. You have to earn it.
Right after dawn I drove to west Broward in hope of spotting a black bear. How lucky can we be to have an almost 200 pound omnivore gamboling through gated communities? I wanted to find out why Global Warming is bad for polar bears but good for Black Bears. The jury is still out on Lucky Pierre, my favorite Brown Bear. As to cute and cuddly Pandas and the painfully shy Sumatran Red Bears, I just don’t know. I know it will be the kiss of death for them if WAL*MART starts to auction them off.
I drove my gas guzzling SUV, unmindful of the delicate ecosystems I was disrupting, uncaring of the connected Rain Forest destruction, just another aging White man looking to exploit 3rd Worlders, all over the Everglades trying to bitch slap Mother Nature when I realized that duty was calling.
EARTH DAY MUST BE CELEBRATED!
I stopped at Publix on the way home. I try to go to as many different ones as I can. I go straight to the tremendous produce section where I seek out the manager. I try to stand as close to the sign promoting their “Organic Fruit and Vegetables”. I tell him that as a victim of life’s circumstances I need to save money so could you please tell me where the inorganic fruit and vegetables are. I tell them that I am particularly interested in
long strand polymers. I will buy all of them if they haven’t fully succumbed to the “noble rot”. Just another blank stare. I should be used to them by now.
When I got back I could not even raise a glass to toast her or it or whatever because of your lead editorial titled Drilling off Florida Coast Still a Bad Idea. You have a picture of what appears to be a drilling and a production rig superimposed on a map of the Gulf of Mexico. It stretches from western Florida to Texas and Mexico.
You talk about the danger to tourism and tourism. If you look at your map you can see the outline of Padre Island. The last time I was there tourism and fishing abounded. Why no concern for them? On the right hand side of your picture you have conveniently redacted Cuba. I mention that because drilling is supposed to begin off the coast of Cuba in June. Who will address the drilling risk there? The United States Navy?
You conclude by saying that there may not be any oil and gas there. Why drill, you ask. The answers should be obvious.
#1 – American oil companies want to spend their own money to find out. There is no greater stimulus program. The government now runs the automobile business. If you put the government in charge of the beach in 2 years they would be importing sand. President Obama said that the United States government now stands behind your GM warranty. Why is that a scary sentence? Would it be better if the Post Office ran all the drilling programs?
#2 – The major premise of your editorial, indeed the major premise of the absurd environmental movement, is that modern civilization is bad. Somehow we would be better off if we hand plowed the fields and gathered free range nuts, berries, and fruits. I read your editorial and ask if the Luddites have taken over. Bovine borborygomy and porcine eructations seem to be the new science. You, in typical modern American Liberal fashion, confuse feelings with ideas. There is a difference.
The consequences of your feelings are simple:
#1 – It’s OK to buy oil from a thug like Chavez. It’s OK to buy oil from a slave trading nation like Sudan. It’s OK to support the really nice guys who run Nigeria. It’s OK to acquiesce in the coming annihilation of Israel by buying oil from Iran. It’s OK to buy oil from our buddies in Russia. Concern for the rutting habits of ptarmigan and reindeer stop us from drilling in ANWR In fact, any suggestion of increasing domestic production is snarled at.
#2 – May I suggest, as I have been suggesting since 1997, that the Logical conclusion of your opposition to offshore drilling is simple? You must turn off your air conditioning this summer.
Your circulation will increase, your employees will rally around you, you will be in the forefront of the Back to Nature movement, you will be smiled on by the ghosts of charlatan Rachel Carson and Nazi Frogman Jacques Cousteau, and you will become one of the really, really good guys.
After that catches on your campaign against plastic, all and everything plastic, should be easy.
BONG!
That’s a bell that I have attached to one of my manatee pots. It tells me when I caught one. I get a Hell of a return for one head of lettuce that Publix was going to throw away.
Would you like some steaks?
You can use them to celebrate your award. I hereby name you
HORSE’S ASS OF THE WEEK
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
David Fleshler, The Sun-Sentinel
April 22, 2009
David Fleshler
The Sun-Sentinel
200 East Las Olas Boulevard
Fort Lauderdale, Florida 33301
RE: Bears!
Mr. Fleshler,
Maybe you can clear a few things up for me.
Today is Earth Day. Your story tells me that black bears have been seen in Broward County. Can you tell me why polar bears are threatened by Global Warming while black bears seem to be thriving? Also, if Global Warming is melting the ice at the North Pole where is the water going? Have any of the harbors in the Northern Hemisphere reported a rise in the water level?
The consensus of science once said that tomatoes were poisonous. The consensus of science once said that the earth and the sun had a fundamentally different relationship than they enjoy today. Do you think we should encourage a new Ice Age as a way to overcome Global Warming?
May I suggest that as a way to ingratiate yourself with your bosses – you do work for a bankrupt company so any cost saving idea would be most welcome – you get them to turn off all air conditioners at the Sun-Sentinel building? I have been suggesting this to the Miami Herald since 1997. Alas, no luck yet. Maybe Tribune employees are more environmentally sensitive than McClatchy workers.
I intend to spend the rest of the day trying to increase the size of my carbon footprint.
David Fleshler
The Sun-Sentinel
200 East Las Olas Boulevard
Fort Lauderdale, Florida 33301
RE: Bears!
Mr. Fleshler,
Maybe you can clear a few things up for me.
Today is Earth Day. Your story tells me that black bears have been seen in Broward County. Can you tell me why polar bears are threatened by Global Warming while black bears seem to be thriving? Also, if Global Warming is melting the ice at the North Pole where is the water going? Have any of the harbors in the Northern Hemisphere reported a rise in the water level?
The consensus of science once said that tomatoes were poisonous. The consensus of science once said that the earth and the sun had a fundamentally different relationship than they enjoy today. Do you think we should encourage a new Ice Age as a way to overcome Global Warming?
May I suggest that as a way to ingratiate yourself with your bosses – you do work for a bankrupt company so any cost saving idea would be most welcome – you get them to turn off all air conditioners at the Sun-Sentinel building? I have been suggesting this to the Miami Herald since 1997. Alas, no luck yet. Maybe Tribune employees are more environmentally sensitive than McClatchy workers.
I intend to spend the rest of the day trying to increase the size of my carbon footprint.
Senator Dianne Feinstein
April 22, 2009
Senator Dianne Feinstein
750 B Street – Suite 1030
San Diego, CA 92101
RE: Just how big is your “little tin box”?
Senator Feinstein,
First, please tell me what in the name of the Census Bureau is your name? Blum is your husband’s name. Is Feinstein your maiden name? Many Obama supporters are lax when it comes to Federal income taxes. Assuming you file them what name do you use? What is the name on your California license?
Second, what is your educational background? I went through your website and could find no mention of any degree. It didn’t even mention if you went to, let alone were graduated from, high school. Maybe you’re like Lincoln and you read a lot. On the other hand, if I had to travel coast to coast with Barbara Boxer and Nancy Pelosi I would Gorilla Glue my face to a Linear B dictionary rather than talk to those oblatratrixes.
Third, I was born and raised in Bayonne, New Jersey. That’s at the good end of Hudson County. I learned early that in a Democratic bastion that no election was over until it was over. You counted the votes over and over and over until the good guys, your guys, won. You did that because then you got to fill up your “little tin box”. There was nothing wrong with laying aside a few dollars for your golden years. That’s why the first rule of the Democratic Party was to learn the difference between the buttered side of the toast from the dry. And that, dear lady, brings me to your husband.
Richard Blum – Is Mr. Feinstein his inside name? – is Chairman of the Board of CB Richard Ellis Group [CBRE], a commercial real estate company. The time line is still a bit foggy but I am sure a grand jury will be able to connect the dots. It seems that last October you pressured the FDIC to pick your husband’s company to become the liquidator of 25 billions -$25,000,000,000- of dollars of foreclosed properties. It may have been a good choice what with the reputation that your husband’s company has. You decided to leave nothing to chance.
Only the size [$25,000,000,000] would have drawn a raised eyebrow or two. Within the constantly shifting ethical boundaries of modern American Liberalism putting the fix in for your family is quite acceptable. 25 billions [$25,000,000,000] of dollars raised the bar but I am audacious enough to hope that the next group can top it.
But them you and your husband, having pushed the envelope of absurdity out as far as it could go, decided to abandon all the restraints that keep elected officials from being indicted. Around the same time you were strong arming the FDIC to take care of your husband he was buying 10,000,000 shares of his company. In 7 months he has a paper profit of about 60%. In the same time frame many American investors have suffered losses of 60%. Some much for the modern American Liberal cry of “We care for the little guy”. Since I don’t know if you went to any school I can’t assume that you have ever heard of, let alone know anything about, Dante. Suffice to say that he reserved a special place in Hell for hypocrites. He is preparing a special suite for you and Mr. Blum.
My aunt from Hester Street always said, “Don’t pee on my back and tell me it’s rain”.
You and your husband must be like cows peeing on a flat rock. You stood up and said that you, your husband, his company, and the FDIC knew a la Sergeant Schultz, nothing.
I was the CFO of a public company. As an officer and director I got to sign the 10Ks. Ask your husband, the soon to be well know goniff, what that means. It is inconceivable that the Chairman of the Board of a public company would not have known of a $25 billion [$25,000,000,000] dollar transaction that his company was about to enter into. When he is under oath and has to explain why all the laws governing gravity have been repealed he may look to the testimony of Clark Clifford. Clifford was the Chairman of the Board of the Bank of Commerce and Credit [BCC]. Having been a D.C. Democratic fixer for 5 decades it was a going away present from, in Hudson County parlance, the “Courthouse Gang”. Clifford wrote an entertaining autobiography about his time in Washington. In it he referred to Ronald Reagan as an “amiable dunce”. When he testified before Congress that even though he was Chairman of the Board he didn’t know that 40% of the stock was owned by one man, the look on his face was, as they say on the credit card commercial, priceless. It wasn’t amiable. It was like he just realized that he had put his underwear on upside down and backwards. Maybe it will work for your “Little Dickie”.
If you expect people to believe that you may wish to remember the Duke of Wellington when he said, “If you believe that you’ll believe anything”.
May I suggest a trip to Hudson County? You would be treated like royalty. People who perfected the art of stealing hot stoves always appreciate an artist.
I have to go now. My shirt is soaking wet.
Senator Dianne Feinstein
750 B Street – Suite 1030
San Diego, CA 92101
RE: Just how big is your “little tin box”?
Senator Feinstein,
First, please tell me what in the name of the Census Bureau is your name? Blum is your husband’s name. Is Feinstein your maiden name? Many Obama supporters are lax when it comes to Federal income taxes. Assuming you file them what name do you use? What is the name on your California license?
Second, what is your educational background? I went through your website and could find no mention of any degree. It didn’t even mention if you went to, let alone were graduated from, high school. Maybe you’re like Lincoln and you read a lot. On the other hand, if I had to travel coast to coast with Barbara Boxer and Nancy Pelosi I would Gorilla Glue my face to a Linear B dictionary rather than talk to those oblatratrixes.
Third, I was born and raised in Bayonne, New Jersey. That’s at the good end of Hudson County. I learned early that in a Democratic bastion that no election was over until it was over. You counted the votes over and over and over until the good guys, your guys, won. You did that because then you got to fill up your “little tin box”. There was nothing wrong with laying aside a few dollars for your golden years. That’s why the first rule of the Democratic Party was to learn the difference between the buttered side of the toast from the dry. And that, dear lady, brings me to your husband.
Richard Blum – Is Mr. Feinstein his inside name? – is Chairman of the Board of CB Richard Ellis Group [CBRE], a commercial real estate company. The time line is still a bit foggy but I am sure a grand jury will be able to connect the dots. It seems that last October you pressured the FDIC to pick your husband’s company to become the liquidator of 25 billions -$25,000,000,000- of dollars of foreclosed properties. It may have been a good choice what with the reputation that your husband’s company has. You decided to leave nothing to chance.
Only the size [$25,000,000,000] would have drawn a raised eyebrow or two. Within the constantly shifting ethical boundaries of modern American Liberalism putting the fix in for your family is quite acceptable. 25 billions [$25,000,000,000] of dollars raised the bar but I am audacious enough to hope that the next group can top it.
But them you and your husband, having pushed the envelope of absurdity out as far as it could go, decided to abandon all the restraints that keep elected officials from being indicted. Around the same time you were strong arming the FDIC to take care of your husband he was buying 10,000,000 shares of his company. In 7 months he has a paper profit of about 60%. In the same time frame many American investors have suffered losses of 60%. Some much for the modern American Liberal cry of “We care for the little guy”. Since I don’t know if you went to any school I can’t assume that you have ever heard of, let alone know anything about, Dante. Suffice to say that he reserved a special place in Hell for hypocrites. He is preparing a special suite for you and Mr. Blum.
My aunt from Hester Street always said, “Don’t pee on my back and tell me it’s rain”.
You and your husband must be like cows peeing on a flat rock. You stood up and said that you, your husband, his company, and the FDIC knew a la Sergeant Schultz, nothing.
I was the CFO of a public company. As an officer and director I got to sign the 10Ks. Ask your husband, the soon to be well know goniff, what that means. It is inconceivable that the Chairman of the Board of a public company would not have known of a $25 billion [$25,000,000,000] dollar transaction that his company was about to enter into. When he is under oath and has to explain why all the laws governing gravity have been repealed he may look to the testimony of Clark Clifford. Clifford was the Chairman of the Board of the Bank of Commerce and Credit [BCC]. Having been a D.C. Democratic fixer for 5 decades it was a going away present from, in Hudson County parlance, the “Courthouse Gang”. Clifford wrote an entertaining autobiography about his time in Washington. In it he referred to Ronald Reagan as an “amiable dunce”. When he testified before Congress that even though he was Chairman of the Board he didn’t know that 40% of the stock was owned by one man, the look on his face was, as they say on the credit card commercial, priceless. It wasn’t amiable. It was like he just realized that he had put his underwear on upside down and backwards. Maybe it will work for your “Little Dickie”.
If you expect people to believe that you may wish to remember the Duke of Wellington when he said, “If you believe that you’ll believe anything”.
May I suggest a trip to Hudson County? You would be treated like royalty. People who perfected the art of stealing hot stoves always appreciate an artist.
I have to go now. My shirt is soaking wet.
Holland Carter, The New York Times
April 21, 2009
Holland Carter
The New York Times
620 Eighth Avenue
New York, New York 10018
RE: The Pulitzer Prize
Mr. Carter,
Congratulations on joining the illustrious list of Pulitzer Prize winners!
I began writing to some individual winners in the late 1980s. My peak was in the late ‘90s when Sulzberger the Lesser assigned a Mr. William Borders to be his cut-out agent for my correspondence.
The reason was simple.
As long as the name Walter Duranty, the 1932 winner for Foreign Reporting –
he was stationed in Moscow - stays on the Times’s Wall of Honor it has the effect of lessening, of cheapening, every winner since him. It would have been bad enough if he had just been a “useful idiot”. That he was a bought and paid for agent of the KGB made it infinitely worse. Scratch infinitely. Insert Satanically.
He is a reason why Auden called the 1930s “a low dishonest decade”.
By his silence he and the Times acquiesced in the first European Holocaust of the 20th century. That the 6,000,000 murdered Kulaks were mostly Jews and no one cared must have inspired Hitler. When the New York Times found out they should have made a public confession, scourged themselves, and said a retroactive Kaddish for those lost souls.
Walter Duranty won his Pulitzer Prize in 1932 while he was the Moscow correspondent of the New York Times.
Frederick T. Birchall won his Pulitzer Prize in 1934 while he was the Berlin correspondent of the New York Times.
Can you imagine what the New York Times would have done if it turned out that Birchall was a bought and paid for agent of the Gestapo? A tribe of Niobes would have been insufficient for the Times to say how truly, profoundly sorry they were, are, and will be. It would have been the longest penance in history.
I write to you because this may be the last year the New York Times is a viable, ongoing business enterprise. By next year your Mexican master may start to turn your building into a homeless shelter with ex-Times employees getting preference. There may not be a building address to write to. Who knows of the Daily Mirror, the Herald Tribune, the Journal-American? A benefit of not getting TARP funds is that you won’t have Barney Frank sputtering over your advertising rates.
As an aside, and from someone who was CFO of a public company, PeeWee Sulzberger is the best single argument against inherited wealth. Too bad we can’t make Obama’s tax increases retroactive. He should be flogged. Repeatedly. And for no other reason than he gave moose a bad name.
I read last week in the Miami Herald that “art is anything you can get away with”.
The New York Times has gotten away with sins so foul it would take a Dante to give it the justice it deserves.
It is a shame it distracts from your accomplishment.
Holland Carter
The New York Times
620 Eighth Avenue
New York, New York 10018
RE: The Pulitzer Prize
Mr. Carter,
Congratulations on joining the illustrious list of Pulitzer Prize winners!
I began writing to some individual winners in the late 1980s. My peak was in the late ‘90s when Sulzberger the Lesser assigned a Mr. William Borders to be his cut-out agent for my correspondence.
The reason was simple.
As long as the name Walter Duranty, the 1932 winner for Foreign Reporting –
he was stationed in Moscow - stays on the Times’s Wall of Honor it has the effect of lessening, of cheapening, every winner since him. It would have been bad enough if he had just been a “useful idiot”. That he was a bought and paid for agent of the KGB made it infinitely worse. Scratch infinitely. Insert Satanically.
He is a reason why Auden called the 1930s “a low dishonest decade”.
By his silence he and the Times acquiesced in the first European Holocaust of the 20th century. That the 6,000,000 murdered Kulaks were mostly Jews and no one cared must have inspired Hitler. When the New York Times found out they should have made a public confession, scourged themselves, and said a retroactive Kaddish for those lost souls.
Walter Duranty won his Pulitzer Prize in 1932 while he was the Moscow correspondent of the New York Times.
Frederick T. Birchall won his Pulitzer Prize in 1934 while he was the Berlin correspondent of the New York Times.
Can you imagine what the New York Times would have done if it turned out that Birchall was a bought and paid for agent of the Gestapo? A tribe of Niobes would have been insufficient for the Times to say how truly, profoundly sorry they were, are, and will be. It would have been the longest penance in history.
I write to you because this may be the last year the New York Times is a viable, ongoing business enterprise. By next year your Mexican master may start to turn your building into a homeless shelter with ex-Times employees getting preference. There may not be a building address to write to. Who knows of the Daily Mirror, the Herald Tribune, the Journal-American? A benefit of not getting TARP funds is that you won’t have Barney Frank sputtering over your advertising rates.
As an aside, and from someone who was CFO of a public company, PeeWee Sulzberger is the best single argument against inherited wealth. Too bad we can’t make Obama’s tax increases retroactive. He should be flogged. Repeatedly. And for no other reason than he gave moose a bad name.
I read last week in the Miami Herald that “art is anything you can get away with”.
The New York Times has gotten away with sins so foul it would take a Dante to give it the justice it deserves.
It is a shame it distracts from your accomplishment.
Mayor Richard “Little Dickie” Daley
April 20, 2009
Mayor Richard “Little Dickie” Daley
121 North LaSalle Street
Chicago, Illinois 60602-1284
RE: Brush up your Shakespeare! A good name for a song but as public policy goes………. Oy! as one of Shakespeare” more charming characters, a specialist in small non-collateralized loans, by the name of Shylock would say.
My dear Mayor Dickhead,
“But man, proud man, drest in a little brief authority, most ignorant
of what he’s most assured, his glassy essence, like an angry ape,
plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven as make the angels weep.”
Your proposal that everybody in Chicago should talk like Shakespeare is beyond parody. Would it be too audacious of me to hope that it was said in jest? Of course.
“Neither wit, nor words, nor worth, nor utterance,
Nor the power of speech to stir men’s blood…”
Rather than “embarrass the servants”, the wannabe felons who do your bidding, with an impossible how work assignment, why not borrow from local talent?
Mr. Hinnisy, the noted Chicago saloon keeper and political sage, said of local politicians, “they seen their opportunities and they took’em”. The choice of roads, either taken or not, in Chicago leads either to prison or to the White House.
“We are all men, in our own natures and capable
of our flesh; men are not angels.”
May I suggest a different model, a template less onerous for the average Cook County civil servant to emulate, than Shakespeare? May I suggest your father?
Your father, a man to step aside for, a man who well and truly earned the sobriquet “Big Dick”, had some memorable sayings, remember?
He was like Jesus in 1960. He raised enough people from the dead to swing the election to John Kennedy. Did he say “Get up and vote”? He didn’t have to. It is a well known fact that it takes embalming fluid plus 7 years into the dirt nap before they stop voting Row A.
In 1968, while his police were outside the Democratic Convention showing those long haired maggots what Chicago thought of their rights by hitting them with their rights, their lefts, their boots, their batons, you father was inside screaming at Senator Ribicoff, “Fuck you, fuck you”! It’s been more than 40 years so I am not sure whether it was he or some faithful city employed toad who yelled “Fuck You, you Jew bastard”.
Not quite like Marc Anthony or Henry the Fifth but his words did have an impact.
In a lighter note, the memory of him leaning over the lectern after Mike Royko asked him some questions on how the city decided who got its insurance business – Royko suggesting that a soupcon of nepotism may have been involved – and saying to him, “You can kiss my ass” would still make the highlight film for politicians practicing reasoned discourse
“For nothing can seem foul to those that win.”
A key to success in Chicago and in Cook County, is
one that you may wish to keep to yourself.
“The jury…may in the sworn twelve have a thief or two
Guiltier than him they try.”
“You rocks, you stones, you senseless things.
Know you not Daley?”
“The rest is silence.”
Mayor Richard “Little Dickie” Daley
121 North LaSalle Street
Chicago, Illinois 60602-1284
RE: Brush up your Shakespeare! A good name for a song but as public policy goes………. Oy! as one of Shakespeare” more charming characters, a specialist in small non-collateralized loans, by the name of Shylock would say.
My dear Mayor Dickhead,
“But man, proud man, drest in a little brief authority, most ignorant
of what he’s most assured, his glassy essence, like an angry ape,
plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven as make the angels weep.”
Your proposal that everybody in Chicago should talk like Shakespeare is beyond parody. Would it be too audacious of me to hope that it was said in jest? Of course.
“Neither wit, nor words, nor worth, nor utterance,
Nor the power of speech to stir men’s blood…”
Rather than “embarrass the servants”, the wannabe felons who do your bidding, with an impossible how work assignment, why not borrow from local talent?
Mr. Hinnisy, the noted Chicago saloon keeper and political sage, said of local politicians, “they seen their opportunities and they took’em”. The choice of roads, either taken or not, in Chicago leads either to prison or to the White House.
“We are all men, in our own natures and capable
of our flesh; men are not angels.”
May I suggest a different model, a template less onerous for the average Cook County civil servant to emulate, than Shakespeare? May I suggest your father?
Your father, a man to step aside for, a man who well and truly earned the sobriquet “Big Dick”, had some memorable sayings, remember?
He was like Jesus in 1960. He raised enough people from the dead to swing the election to John Kennedy. Did he say “Get up and vote”? He didn’t have to. It is a well known fact that it takes embalming fluid plus 7 years into the dirt nap before they stop voting Row A.
In 1968, while his police were outside the Democratic Convention showing those long haired maggots what Chicago thought of their rights by hitting them with their rights, their lefts, their boots, their batons, you father was inside screaming at Senator Ribicoff, “Fuck you, fuck you”! It’s been more than 40 years so I am not sure whether it was he or some faithful city employed toad who yelled “Fuck You, you Jew bastard”.
Not quite like Marc Anthony or Henry the Fifth but his words did have an impact.
In a lighter note, the memory of him leaning over the lectern after Mike Royko asked him some questions on how the city decided who got its insurance business – Royko suggesting that a soupcon of nepotism may have been involved – and saying to him, “You can kiss my ass” would still make the highlight film for politicians practicing reasoned discourse
“For nothing can seem foul to those that win.”
A key to success in Chicago and in Cook County, is
one that you may wish to keep to yourself.
“The jury…may in the sworn twelve have a thief or two
Guiltier than him they try.”
“You rocks, you stones, you senseless things.
Know you not Daley?”
“The rest is silence.”
Senator Eleanor Sobel
April 20, 2009
Senator Eleanor Sobel
224 Senate Office Building
404 South Avenue Street
Tallahassee, Florida 32399-1100
RE: Words, words, and still more words
Senator Sobel,
Congratulations on getting the word Shylock banned from Florida statutes! Doubtless we will shortly be farting through silk because of this. Perhaps one of the more easily completed “shovel ready” projects would be to have a plethora of Zayda Grundys running around the sate with Magic Markers covering Shylock every time they see it.
I enclose a copy of a letter I sent to Mayor Richard “Little Dickie” Daley of Chicago.
In it I use the word Shylock. Does that make me subject to the Florida Word Police? I know it is interstate commerce – Florida to Illinois – and states cannot regulate it. Gibbons v Ogden. Ask someone to tell you about it. Since you have no respect for “Free men speak with free tongues”, let alone the Constitution, can I expect a knock on the door from a man with a Brown shirt and a can of gasoline demanding that I hand over any copies I have of Shakespeare’s plays?
“There is no vice so simple, but assumes some mark
of virtue on his outward parts.”
Senator Eleanor Sobel
224 Senate Office Building
404 South Avenue Street
Tallahassee, Florida 32399-1100
RE: Words, words, and still more words
Senator Sobel,
Congratulations on getting the word Shylock banned from Florida statutes! Doubtless we will shortly be farting through silk because of this. Perhaps one of the more easily completed “shovel ready” projects would be to have a plethora of Zayda Grundys running around the sate with Magic Markers covering Shylock every time they see it.
I enclose a copy of a letter I sent to Mayor Richard “Little Dickie” Daley of Chicago.
In it I use the word Shylock. Does that make me subject to the Florida Word Police? I know it is interstate commerce – Florida to Illinois – and states cannot regulate it. Gibbons v Ogden. Ask someone to tell you about it. Since you have no respect for “Free men speak with free tongues”, let alone the Constitution, can I expect a knock on the door from a man with a Brown shirt and a can of gasoline demanding that I hand over any copies I have of Shakespeare’s plays?
“There is no vice so simple, but assumes some mark
of virtue on his outward parts.”
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
County Commissioner Kristin Jaocbs
April 12, 2009
County Commissioner Kristin Jaocbs
115 South Andrews Avenue
Fort Lauderdale, Florida 33301
RE: Getting cut out of all the dough from the White House for “environmental” stuff
Commissioner Jacobs,
“My heart jumped and I thought there must be a mistake,”
said County Commissioner Kristin Jacobs, who is leading
Broward’s energy efficiency efforts.”
The Sun-Sentinel
Today
You
How did this happen? Was it something you said? Was it something you did? Was it something you didn’t do?
A few years ago, back when you were the Mayor of Broward County, a title on par with “the world’s tallest midget”, you refused to allow the downtown river, a river whose name escapes me, to be dyed green for Saint Patrick’s Day. You said it would be bad for the environment. Remember?
I am not sure why the introduction of 10,000 yellow rubber ducks into the same river is good for the environment and green dye, a dye that can be eaten, is bad for same. That is a subject for a different discussion.
Perhaps you didn’t know of one of the great traditions of the Cook County Democratic Party. Every Saint Patrick’s Day the Chicago River, all of it, is dyed green. Not just green but emerald green. Since I don’t think you would do well in the adult version of the FCATs it is possible that you didn’t know of it.
Marching past the green river is a tradition observed reverentially by all Chicago pols. Believe me when I tell you State Senators who wish to become United States Senators who wish to become President did the Midwest version of the Jig to the skirls of pipes playing Garryowen. When President O’Bama got to the White House he dyed the water in a fountain on the front lawn emerald green.
Do you see a pattern developing there?
You defied a Cook County Democratic tradition. Chicago pols have long memories.
Maybe that’s why Broward County got less money than they would have gotten if Senator McCain had been elected President. When Stacy Ritter, AKA “Cementhead”, insulted politicians she made sure they were all Republicans.
Here’s a tip from a guy from Hudson County, New Jersey. Don’t poke the big guy in the eye unless you’re Ulysses.
The other Chicago traditions – foetid, systemic corruption and a nepotism that is now a property right – are also a matter for a different time.
It’s too late for you to dye, retroactively, the river green but may I suggest that next year you start dumping the stuff into the river on Ash Wednesday? You can say it is to honor the Gaels who are part of the rainbow population of Broward plus aren’t we all supposed to go green. Next year, instead of 10,000 yellow rubber ducks toss 10,000 Kermit the Frog dolls into the river.
Perhaps “the smartest bear in the zoo” would best describe your time in public service, particularly your time as Mayor. By doing the two above mentioned things you could cement your standing as the poster girl for overachieving ursines everywhere.
But wait! There’s more.
“A task force is exploring ideas on how
Broward can help prevent climate change.”
op cit
I have the sinking feeling that if you were in Minnesota you would be on the barricades every 90 days to try to prevent temperate zone climate change. Up north it is known as Spring, Summer, Fall, and Winter. Vivaldi, the Italian climatologist, celebrated them. Down here, a subtropical clime, it’s either hot or hotter.
Here are some ideas that need a champion to advance them. To use the mantra of the ninnies who still mourn the passing of Rachel Carson, “Think globally but act locally”.
#1 – Ban the use of electricity generated by coal fired plants. Electricity is fungible. You may not know this but the only thing worse than having 50% of our electricity coming from those coal fired plants is that about 20% comes from nuclear reactors. It would be tough to separate where the juice comes from. The solution is simple. A week has 128 hours. Turn off the power for 64. You pick them.
#2 – To rally the people to your righteous cause, a cause that all people might not immediately subscribe to, start with incremental steps. The first one is simple. Turn off all air conditioning units in any and all buildings owned, leased, or operated by Broward County. In particular, all hospitals, clinics, nursing homes, and child care centers are to go au naturel as quickly as possible. Perhaps Broward County can subsidize the manufacture of personal cooling devices. They used to be known as hand held, hand operated fans. It would be a natural for President O’Bama’s stimulus plan.
Here is another example of low lying fruit about climate change. It can easily be plucked by a serious politician.
I’ve been in and out of hospitals and rehab centers
for the last year. I had no idea of how much plastic they use. Syringes, probes, bed pans, food trays, dressings [not 1000 Island or French] everything is made of plastic. Where does the detritus from hospitals wind up? You guessed it! Landfills!!!
It’s time, it’s past time, to end this rape of Mother Nature.
#3 – CO2, that’s Carbon Dioxide, is more dangerous than Zyklon B. Forget all the stuff you read about photosynthesis. That’s just oil-industry paid for propaganda. Cheney was probably behind it. This requires a bold step from a leader who wants to make a difference.
At the next scheduled Commission meeting get the floor on a point of personal privilege. Give a short speech, and, yes, I will help you write it, about the coming horrors of CO2 overload. Gorilla Glue your nostrils and hermetically seal your lips with 4 inch staples driven in by an air gun. Then immediately wrap your entire head in duck tape. Eyes, ears, nose, occipital apertures, everything, including your hair and Adam’s apple.
Hold up a sign saying you are doing this for the drowning polar bears.
Your speech will have told us that there is only one sure way to stop humans from destroying the planet with their nasty habit of breathing out. Let us prepare to hold our breaths. Forever.
A great leader is in front.
Show us the way. We will follow.
County Commissioner Kristin Jaocbs
115 South Andrews Avenue
Fort Lauderdale, Florida 33301
RE: Getting cut out of all the dough from the White House for “environmental” stuff
Commissioner Jacobs,
“My heart jumped and I thought there must be a mistake,”
said County Commissioner Kristin Jacobs, who is leading
Broward’s energy efficiency efforts.”
The Sun-Sentinel
Today
You
How did this happen? Was it something you said? Was it something you did? Was it something you didn’t do?
A few years ago, back when you were the Mayor of Broward County, a title on par with “the world’s tallest midget”, you refused to allow the downtown river, a river whose name escapes me, to be dyed green for Saint Patrick’s Day. You said it would be bad for the environment. Remember?
I am not sure why the introduction of 10,000 yellow rubber ducks into the same river is good for the environment and green dye, a dye that can be eaten, is bad for same. That is a subject for a different discussion.
Perhaps you didn’t know of one of the great traditions of the Cook County Democratic Party. Every Saint Patrick’s Day the Chicago River, all of it, is dyed green. Not just green but emerald green. Since I don’t think you would do well in the adult version of the FCATs it is possible that you didn’t know of it.
Marching past the green river is a tradition observed reverentially by all Chicago pols. Believe me when I tell you State Senators who wish to become United States Senators who wish to become President did the Midwest version of the Jig to the skirls of pipes playing Garryowen. When President O’Bama got to the White House he dyed the water in a fountain on the front lawn emerald green.
Do you see a pattern developing there?
You defied a Cook County Democratic tradition. Chicago pols have long memories.
Maybe that’s why Broward County got less money than they would have gotten if Senator McCain had been elected President. When Stacy Ritter, AKA “Cementhead”, insulted politicians she made sure they were all Republicans.
Here’s a tip from a guy from Hudson County, New Jersey. Don’t poke the big guy in the eye unless you’re Ulysses.
The other Chicago traditions – foetid, systemic corruption and a nepotism that is now a property right – are also a matter for a different time.
It’s too late for you to dye, retroactively, the river green but may I suggest that next year you start dumping the stuff into the river on Ash Wednesday? You can say it is to honor the Gaels who are part of the rainbow population of Broward plus aren’t we all supposed to go green. Next year, instead of 10,000 yellow rubber ducks toss 10,000 Kermit the Frog dolls into the river.
Perhaps “the smartest bear in the zoo” would best describe your time in public service, particularly your time as Mayor. By doing the two above mentioned things you could cement your standing as the poster girl for overachieving ursines everywhere.
But wait! There’s more.
“A task force is exploring ideas on how
Broward can help prevent climate change.”
op cit
I have the sinking feeling that if you were in Minnesota you would be on the barricades every 90 days to try to prevent temperate zone climate change. Up north it is known as Spring, Summer, Fall, and Winter. Vivaldi, the Italian climatologist, celebrated them. Down here, a subtropical clime, it’s either hot or hotter.
Here are some ideas that need a champion to advance them. To use the mantra of the ninnies who still mourn the passing of Rachel Carson, “Think globally but act locally”.
#1 – Ban the use of electricity generated by coal fired plants. Electricity is fungible. You may not know this but the only thing worse than having 50% of our electricity coming from those coal fired plants is that about 20% comes from nuclear reactors. It would be tough to separate where the juice comes from. The solution is simple. A week has 128 hours. Turn off the power for 64. You pick them.
#2 – To rally the people to your righteous cause, a cause that all people might not immediately subscribe to, start with incremental steps. The first one is simple. Turn off all air conditioning units in any and all buildings owned, leased, or operated by Broward County. In particular, all hospitals, clinics, nursing homes, and child care centers are to go au naturel as quickly as possible. Perhaps Broward County can subsidize the manufacture of personal cooling devices. They used to be known as hand held, hand operated fans. It would be a natural for President O’Bama’s stimulus plan.
Here is another example of low lying fruit about climate change. It can easily be plucked by a serious politician.
I’ve been in and out of hospitals and rehab centers
for the last year. I had no idea of how much plastic they use. Syringes, probes, bed pans, food trays, dressings [not 1000 Island or French] everything is made of plastic. Where does the detritus from hospitals wind up? You guessed it! Landfills!!!
It’s time, it’s past time, to end this rape of Mother Nature.
#3 – CO2, that’s Carbon Dioxide, is more dangerous than Zyklon B. Forget all the stuff you read about photosynthesis. That’s just oil-industry paid for propaganda. Cheney was probably behind it. This requires a bold step from a leader who wants to make a difference.
At the next scheduled Commission meeting get the floor on a point of personal privilege. Give a short speech, and, yes, I will help you write it, about the coming horrors of CO2 overload. Gorilla Glue your nostrils and hermetically seal your lips with 4 inch staples driven in by an air gun. Then immediately wrap your entire head in duck tape. Eyes, ears, nose, occipital apertures, everything, including your hair and Adam’s apple.
Hold up a sign saying you are doing this for the drowning polar bears.
Your speech will have told us that there is only one sure way to stop humans from destroying the planet with their nasty habit of breathing out. Let us prepare to hold our breaths. Forever.
A great leader is in front.
Show us the way. We will follow.
Stephen L. Goldstein, The Sun-Sentinel
April 12, 2009
Stephen L. Goldstein
The Sun-Sentinel
200 East Las Olas Boulevard
Fort Lauderdale, Florida 33316
RE: Easter Greetings!
My dear Professor,
It being Easter Sunday I am tempered by the redemptive spirit of the season. Not to the point of metaphorically turning the other cheek, mind you, but rather in the spirit of forgiveness. Forgive me but your column precludes both.
One of the building blocks of modern American Liberalism is the total disregard of History.
You begin your paean to Obama by conveniently ignoring some hard facts, inconvenient truths if you will, about Franklin Roosevelt’s time in office.
#1 – He ran in 1932 promising to balance the budget. Honest. You can look it up.
#2 – Having broken that promise it is well to note that by nay measurable standard the economy was in worse shape in 1938 than it was in 1932.
#3 – He ran in 1940 promising to keep us out of war.
#4 – Have you forgotten his attempt to pack the Supreme Court? I mention that because as the prototypical modern American Liberal you trust in the courts to correct mistakes made by citizens. Your column chastises the citizens of Florida for not voting a straight party line.
As I said, the above are “inconvenient truths” but they are truths none the less.
You praise Florida for voting for Obama but damn the same electorate for forbidding Mister and Mister nuptials.
Beneath the shining armor of a modern American Liberal beats the heart of a Fascist. Brown shirted and wearing hob nailed boots with designer names but a Fascist none the less. Book burning would be OK provided the “bad” books got burned.
Voting is “good” when good people and good things win.
Voting is “bad” when bad people and bad things win.
I was involved in a local election in New Jersey. My guy lost. I asked him what happened. “The other guy got more votes”, was his reply.
When we expect, when we anticipate, that Judges will correct mistakes that voters make we go on the “slippery slope” that liberals never tire of warning us about when the issue is pornography or public prayers.
If Judges can decide political questions of public policy how will know that the “good” Judges are on the Bench? If Judges rule based on the latest polls why even bother having elections?
You sound like a hectoring Sunday School teacher with a captive audience on a very hot day.
Would you think ill of me if I were to ask what “rights” are denied to a transgendered Floridian? One “right” open to them would be the ability to advertise unisex underwear, a “right” denied to those who choose to stay with the genitals originally assigned to us.
“How sad of all the things that men endure how few
Laws or Kings can cause or cure.”
There are things that Courts cannot decide. As much as progressive agents of change wish it were different those changes must come from within.
You may wish to consult Dante on this. He began La Commedia with the lines that have withstood the centuries.
“Half way through my journey I found myself in the dark wood of error.”
For you it was not to be today.
You end your Jeremiad by using a typical modern American Liberal ploy.
If you don’t like what you hear the solution is simple.
Ban it.
I know that you are positively priapristic in anticipation of the return of the Orwellian named “Fairness Doctrine”.
Until that glorious day you resurrect the chestnut from olden days of the secondary boycott. “Use your financial clout” you tell us. Tell the sponsors of Rush Limbaugh that we will not buy their products. One of his big sponsors is General Motors. Are you telling us to buy Japanese cars made in Japan?
You mention that Bill O’Reilly is saying that he will boycott Spain because of their judicial proceedings against the Bush Administration. Your tone indicates that you are in favor of said proceedings.
Would it be Logical of me to deduce that you are in favor of Franco?
I know that, as the prototypical modern American Liberal, your favorite color is plaid. When we take political lesson from the Spanish we just may be in need of divine intervention.
Stephen L. Goldstein
The Sun-Sentinel
200 East Las Olas Boulevard
Fort Lauderdale, Florida 33316
RE: Easter Greetings!
My dear Professor,
It being Easter Sunday I am tempered by the redemptive spirit of the season. Not to the point of metaphorically turning the other cheek, mind you, but rather in the spirit of forgiveness. Forgive me but your column precludes both.
One of the building blocks of modern American Liberalism is the total disregard of History.
You begin your paean to Obama by conveniently ignoring some hard facts, inconvenient truths if you will, about Franklin Roosevelt’s time in office.
#1 – He ran in 1932 promising to balance the budget. Honest. You can look it up.
#2 – Having broken that promise it is well to note that by nay measurable standard the economy was in worse shape in 1938 than it was in 1932.
#3 – He ran in 1940 promising to keep us out of war.
#4 – Have you forgotten his attempt to pack the Supreme Court? I mention that because as the prototypical modern American Liberal you trust in the courts to correct mistakes made by citizens. Your column chastises the citizens of Florida for not voting a straight party line.
As I said, the above are “inconvenient truths” but they are truths none the less.
You praise Florida for voting for Obama but damn the same electorate for forbidding Mister and Mister nuptials.
Beneath the shining armor of a modern American Liberal beats the heart of a Fascist. Brown shirted and wearing hob nailed boots with designer names but a Fascist none the less. Book burning would be OK provided the “bad” books got burned.
Voting is “good” when good people and good things win.
Voting is “bad” when bad people and bad things win.
I was involved in a local election in New Jersey. My guy lost. I asked him what happened. “The other guy got more votes”, was his reply.
When we expect, when we anticipate, that Judges will correct mistakes that voters make we go on the “slippery slope” that liberals never tire of warning us about when the issue is pornography or public prayers.
If Judges can decide political questions of public policy how will know that the “good” Judges are on the Bench? If Judges rule based on the latest polls why even bother having elections?
You sound like a hectoring Sunday School teacher with a captive audience on a very hot day.
Would you think ill of me if I were to ask what “rights” are denied to a transgendered Floridian? One “right” open to them would be the ability to advertise unisex underwear, a “right” denied to those who choose to stay with the genitals originally assigned to us.
“How sad of all the things that men endure how few
Laws or Kings can cause or cure.”
There are things that Courts cannot decide. As much as progressive agents of change wish it were different those changes must come from within.
You may wish to consult Dante on this. He began La Commedia with the lines that have withstood the centuries.
“Half way through my journey I found myself in the dark wood of error.”
For you it was not to be today.
You end your Jeremiad by using a typical modern American Liberal ploy.
If you don’t like what you hear the solution is simple.
Ban it.
I know that you are positively priapristic in anticipation of the return of the Orwellian named “Fairness Doctrine”.
Until that glorious day you resurrect the chestnut from olden days of the secondary boycott. “Use your financial clout” you tell us. Tell the sponsors of Rush Limbaugh that we will not buy their products. One of his big sponsors is General Motors. Are you telling us to buy Japanese cars made in Japan?
You mention that Bill O’Reilly is saying that he will boycott Spain because of their judicial proceedings against the Bush Administration. Your tone indicates that you are in favor of said proceedings.
Would it be Logical of me to deduce that you are in favor of Franco?
I know that, as the prototypical modern American Liberal, your favorite color is plaid. When we take political lesson from the Spanish we just may be in need of divine intervention.
Friday, April 10, 2009
Marva Wiley - President, Gwen S. Cherry Black Lawyers Association
April 9, 2009
Marva Wiley - President
Gwen S. Cherry Black Lawyers Association
P.O. Box 012631
Miami, Florida 33101
RE: Acosta, the FIU Law School, and the meaning of “competent” as reported in today’s Daily Business Review.
Ms. Wiley,
I consider it a sign of cultural movement – Note, please, that I did not say progress – when a Black chick with a law degree can make a horse’s ass of herself and there is a complete lack of public harrumphing and guffawing accompanied by “I told you so” remarks from the White ruling class.
You say that Alex Acosta, a citizen confirmed by the United States Senate to the job of United States Attorney for the Southern District of Florida, “has an abysmal track record on diversity”. Further, this should disqualify him from consideration in the contest to be the Dean of the Law School at Florida International University
It would appear to me, based on your asinine statement, that you are the poster girl for diversity. In this instance the narrow niche – Black Female with law degree, Boobette, Esq – is filled by you with distinction. In your defense it appears that you got your job the old fashioned way. You earned it.
You say that his “hiring and promotion record has been abysmal when viewed through a lens of diversity”. I went through your website where I saw written, without a tinge of sarcasm or a soupcon of irony the following statement:
“She stood alone and said ‘nay’ when the state rushed
helter-skelter to push Black and poor students out of schools
in the name of competency.”
That’s what you wrote.
Logically, the only conclusion that can be drawn is that Black law students, not being held to rules of competency required of all other students, are incompetent. While I know that you cannot construct a universal from any number of particulars you bypass 25 centuries of reasoned discourse to make a pointless point.
Does that incompetency extend to you?
On a one to ten scale of competence how would you rate Mr. Justice Marshall? That’s Thurgood, not John.
How would you rate Mr. Justice Thomas?
As a member of the Bar you probably have some knowledge of the Constitution. Silly me! Of course I am talking about the document. I don’t mean the ship.
Do you think it would be “competent” for President Obama, a former teacher of Constitutional Law, to exercise the authority specifically given to him – vide Letters of Marque and Reprisal – in said Constitution to settle the account recently opened by the feral pirates off the coast of Somalia?
Or is it possible that the President is the beneficiary of an Affirmative Action policy and that this country’s commitment to diversity got him into the White House? Would you say that he is “competent”?
Damn that word!
Marva Wiley - President
Gwen S. Cherry Black Lawyers Association
P.O. Box 012631
Miami, Florida 33101
RE: Acosta, the FIU Law School, and the meaning of “competent” as reported in today’s Daily Business Review.
Ms. Wiley,
I consider it a sign of cultural movement – Note, please, that I did not say progress – when a Black chick with a law degree can make a horse’s ass of herself and there is a complete lack of public harrumphing and guffawing accompanied by “I told you so” remarks from the White ruling class.
You say that Alex Acosta, a citizen confirmed by the United States Senate to the job of United States Attorney for the Southern District of Florida, “has an abysmal track record on diversity”. Further, this should disqualify him from consideration in the contest to be the Dean of the Law School at Florida International University
It would appear to me, based on your asinine statement, that you are the poster girl for diversity. In this instance the narrow niche – Black Female with law degree, Boobette, Esq – is filled by you with distinction. In your defense it appears that you got your job the old fashioned way. You earned it.
You say that his “hiring and promotion record has been abysmal when viewed through a lens of diversity”. I went through your website where I saw written, without a tinge of sarcasm or a soupcon of irony the following statement:
“She stood alone and said ‘nay’ when the state rushed
helter-skelter to push Black and poor students out of schools
in the name of competency.”
That’s what you wrote.
Logically, the only conclusion that can be drawn is that Black law students, not being held to rules of competency required of all other students, are incompetent. While I know that you cannot construct a universal from any number of particulars you bypass 25 centuries of reasoned discourse to make a pointless point.
Does that incompetency extend to you?
On a one to ten scale of competence how would you rate Mr. Justice Marshall? That’s Thurgood, not John.
How would you rate Mr. Justice Thomas?
As a member of the Bar you probably have some knowledge of the Constitution. Silly me! Of course I am talking about the document. I don’t mean the ship.
Do you think it would be “competent” for President Obama, a former teacher of Constitutional Law, to exercise the authority specifically given to him – vide Letters of Marque and Reprisal – in said Constitution to settle the account recently opened by the feral pirates off the coast of Somalia?
Or is it possible that the President is the beneficiary of an Affirmative Action policy and that this country’s commitment to diversity got him into the White House? Would you say that he is “competent”?
Damn that word!
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