Saturday, April 25, 2009
She admitted she's afraid of Zed. (He who shall not be named by me unless absolutely necessary.)
I asked why if she's in Canada would she care about Zed. And she replied "If America gets a cold, Canada gets the flu."
Isn't that too bad. The whole world feels the flu coming on when we've been their punching bag since the 1950s. We have done nothing right, nothing decent, nothing noble. The Berlin Airlift, peacekeeping in Kosovo, disaster aid and relief, the Marshall Plan, Nato, aid to Africa. Absolutely nothing including helping to bring down the Soviet Union, freeing all the Eastern European countries from the oppression of communism and bringing democracy to Iraq.
It's all worthless shit from the crude cowboys. They still have the gall to have their hands out. What are they going to do now? They sense America is not available to protect them any longer. Oopsy Doopsy!
One contributory factor in the election of this marxist was the unceasing criticism of the holier than thou Europeans and Canadians. Zed promised if elected the rest of the world would love us.
Who doesn't want to be loved? So this nitwit was voted in. And now the world gets to reap what they sowed. If they had just been a little kinder, a little nicer, a little more generous in spirit to America all those years maybe America wouldn't have this catastrophe in the White House.
So go get the freaking flu. Get pneumonia. I'm not going to be lectured to any longer. Stand or fail on your own. You didn't give a rat's ass about us, don't be surprised if the sentiment is returned in kind now.
Friday, April 10, 2009
This is a precision thinker at work. I'll bet he didn't even notice he wrote that.
Monday, April 6, 2009
Sunday, April 05, 2009
Observe how the Obama media machine and soulless liberal media jumped on Rush Limbaugh’s comments that he “wanted Obama to fail.”
Anyone with a half a brain knows Rush wants only this: for America to succeed and for anti-American policies to fail.
To leave no doubt where I, your humble Motor City guitarslinger, stands, let me report without ambiguity, that I get down on bended knee daily and pray to God that he does what he can to ensure President Obama fails.
To repeat: I pray for President Obama to fail.
Like Rush, I wouldn’t want Obama to fail if his agenda weren’t built on feeding the gluttonous, unaccountable Fedzilla beast, so clearly the enemy of the free market, of real jobs and proven economic growth.
Since that is Obama’s agenda, however, those of us who believe in a limited federal government and the wondrous wealth-and-job-creating free market should hope, pray and work to ensure Obama’s anti-free market policies fall flat on their face.
A wise man once stated that those who fail to remember the lessons of the past are destined to repeat them. If we can compare President Obama’s economic carnage agenda to anyone in the recent past, it unquestionably would be Jimmy Carter.
Carter’s deranged economic policies in the late 1970s ruined the economy and put America in the worst fiscal shape since the Great Depression.
Remember gas rationing, double-digit interest rates, stagflation?
Fast-forward just a few months after American voters fired Carter for his gross incompetence on all levels. America was on the road to a 25-year economic expansion, possibly the longest in our nation’s history.
Recognizing that unfair, punitive high taxes were the road to economic destruction, Ronald Reagan cut taxes and the economy lifted off. Interest rates fell. Inflation was curtailed. Americans went back to work in droves.
Not only was Reagan the great communicator — he also the great economic emancipator.
One would have to be brain-dead to want to return to the economic doldrums of the Carter years and further embrace European-style socialism. But that’s where it appears America is headed with Obama in charge.
His spending is dangerously reckless and virtually unprecedented. He’s committed to raising taxes on the producers and employers, something that will further drive the economy south.
To those of you who voted for President Obama, how is this hope and change working out for you?
As for Rush, his ratings have increased. More have tuned in to a wonderful show where the man entertains and informs us. He’ll take on the libs with half his brain tied behind his back, just to make it fair.
Remember your history and pray for President Obama to fail. I fear for America if we allow him to succeed.
Ted Nugent is a Waco-based musician and television show host. Contact him directly at tednugent.com.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
I wouldn't say it changes everything but if Bibi and the country stick to this, it is a game-changer.
Avigdor Liberman's first speech.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
They will have a much easier time if we're demoralized. They want that. Buck up fellow Americans. Look for the good, don't focus on the negative.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
SO SAYETH THE TELEPROMPTER
BONUSES ARE EXPENSIVE, BUT THAT'S OK, TALK IS CHEAP
Kyle Smith, March 22, 2009
A reading from the Book of Barack, 3:22:09.
And the Word was heard from above.
America, my flock, my followers, my enthusiasts and aficionados.
This is thine president, thine one true president. Hark and behold my words, for let it be said that I am very good at this job.
The times we live in are times of storm, and strife. Of hurt, and pain. It is a time when even I must humble and prostrate myself, to consult an authority of wisdom and insight. I speak of the Book of Roget. The Day of the Synonym has come to pass.
It is vital that I double my words, so that I might speak in double talk. Thou shouldst heed my speech, but not too closely. Attend to the measured cadences and prose poetry, not the trifles of substance. For substance is the curse of lesser mortals.The hour is upon us for the AIG bonuses to be denounced. When the knowledge was loosed upon the land that the false prophets of finance had enriched themselves with the false profits of bailout money, I was and I'd like to thank President Obama for welcoming me here from Dublin.
Excuse me, the Teleprompter just broke.
One minute, please.
Thank you for your patience.
Okay, it's back on.
Getting back into character.
(And the Voice did grow most wond'rously sonorous and urgent.)
I was angered, and disturbed. I was surprised, and shocked.
The masters and lords of AIG have become like unto pharaohs, and the people who toil in the valleys of the taxpayer are like unto the Israelites who are building for these pharaohs Jacuzzis and Gulfstreams.
Now it is who point the righteous finger of blame. It is I who call out, "J'accuzzi!"
I castigate AIG for this decision, which I signed off on. Mine Apostle Geithner did approve the bonuses, but with great reluctance in his heart. Now there is great reluctance, across this fair land, to believe I know what I'm doing.
So I ask my faithful flock of Democrats in Congress to join hands with me in toiling to eradicate this scourge and pestilence from the land, as soon as they have cashed their campaign checks from AIG.
I wouldst ask thou to smite from thine memory the $100,000 in AIG checks I cashed long ago.
For today I am enraged and outraged at the bonus payments, which were for favors exchanged and prearranged.
I say onto my disciple Christopher Dodd that he has strayed and betrayed. For it was he who welcomed the moneychangers into the temple of government. Yea, he did rend and blaspheme the passage in the Book of Stimulus that did decree no big bucks for bailout Beelzebubs.
I shall pursue every possible legal angle to stamp the wrath of nullification on these contracts, which were legal and binding.
I vow to stop payment on these checks, which have already been cashed and deposited.
Sordid sinners shall not prosper. I will change the AIG wine back into water. I will change the golden calf back into lowly peasant beef, of the Arby's grade. I will summon the power of IRS transubstantiation, call forth the redemptive force of 100 percent taxation of the bonuses. Though mine own disciple Charlie Rangel questions how the thing canst legally be done.
The shadows grow long. I have time for only a few more words to deliver forth onto the land, because in these days of tribulation and despair I am a busy President who must journey to the land of ESPN to fill out my tournament bracket. Then shall I till the comedy fields in the land of Leno.
I speak unto American business, to the corporations that were laid low, who came wandering desperately across the desert of bankruptcy, like unto Joseph and Mary coming into Bethlehem asking only for a suite at the Four Seasons. I say onto them and the bounties that bless them after a day's toil: Be fruitful, and multiply, but this is ridonkulous.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
We knew there was sentience behind 44. He didn't even know that Great Britain is in a different dvd region than America. So much for his brilliance. Brilliantine more like.
His teleprompter has come out of the closet. Hilarious, as all cutting edge truth is likely to be.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
This morning one of the movie channels aired Night and Day starring Cary Grant. It's hard to even call it a biopic. The names were correct and Cole Porter did write those songs but little else in the movie was accurate. Oh well.
This has been one of my favorite songs since I was a child. Seems strange but I suppose we can react to popular culture because it's popular and we're lemmings, and we also can discern (or we once could, I don't count on that anymore) real talent and quality. Now I think the Beatles stink but I still love Cole Porter.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Yes, when I was a small tike, channel 9 would run the same movie all day long and they ran Tony Richardson's The Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner starring a young Tom Courtney. Based on Alan Sillitoe's novel it portrays the poor working class of Britain in unremitting misery that's only alleviated by materialism or sex. Hollow, shallow people, unable to get ahead, unable to love, and in the final moment of being able to grasp a small but life-changing measure of success, throwing it all away in a fit of pettiness.
For some reason, this movie, which touched me so deeply for so many years and I later decided was pretty much based on the bullshit philosophy of Sillitoe's--existentialism--came to me this morning. Oddly enough it was not the hymn Jerusalem, which I was introduced to by this movie and which I still dearly love. No, it was an email from my friend in England who is not poor working class, just middle class with a quite nice house, a rental property, a dog, a car, a caravan (!) and a family. My friend said she was turning away from politics and the news, just wanted to be left alone, live out the rest of her life and when her mother dies, invest that inheritance in property because that's the only thing of value anymore.
And so we see how Great Britain will become Lesser Britain or maybe Britainistan. The social policies of the elite for so many years, generations now, have crushed the English spirit.
In The Long Distance Runner the telly soothed the spirits of the family. Today it's my friend's caravan. Please, just leave us alone to live out our lives, we promise we will not challenge you, just give us a few pleasures useful to make the time go by until we die. They have nothing left to fight for because they are no longer free men, they have reverted to being serfs.
And the ruling elites are as stupid as they ever were.