Waste for Show...

 "In a society dominated by the fact of commercial competition, money is necessarily the test of competition and wastefulness the sole criterion of power..." -- Upton Sinclair

The Left is Just a Bunch of Jilted Booty Calls...

 On the subject of impeaching a President when he's already set to exit the scene in a week:

This all reminds me of the end of a very messy love affair.

From the male perspective: You have invested time, effort, energy and some emotion into a losing effort. It is now over, however, and there is not much productive left to do but to say your goodbyes and then go on with your life.

From the female perspective: simply limiting your losses and then moving on is not satisfying. This deprives you of the three elements that differentiate you from the male: the need for drama, the need to portray yourself to the outside world as his victim, and the need to not only get in the last word, but to ensure that your last words are of such a nature as to emotionally scar the bastard who is the source of your unhappiness.

Your own role in this fiasco, of course, goes unnoticed and unremarked upon.

This impeachment is the equivalent of saying "and by the way, you have a small dick and I faked every orgasm" before dramatically slamming the door in his face.

The fact that he's on the other side of the door laughing at you, and already planning to screw your sister, doesn't matter: you got that last act of passive-aggressive defiance out and now you can make yourself fat and even-more unattractive with tons of Haagen-Dasz, free of guilt. The Left cannot be happy with mere victory: it must crush and humiliate it's enemies, as well. We can now look forward to four years of Struggle Sessions and something akin to Mao's war on the Four Olds. Be careful what you ask for...

Impeachment Cost Lives...

"Before mass leaders seize the power to fit reality to their lies, their propaganda is marked by extreme contempt for facts as such, for in their opinion fact depends entirely on the power of man who can fabricate it..." -- Hannah Arendt, "The Origins of Totalitarianism"

Trump, Impeachment and the Real Nazis...

"We have met the enemy and he is us..." -- Pogo, American comic strip character.

Post-Christmas Roundup (2019)

No quote today, as this is just a little roundup of (very) recent events.

You All Suck (Example #34 -- Impeach This, Asshole!)

"I think it absolutely necessary that the president should have the power to remove his subordinates from office; it will make him, in a peculiar manner, responsible for their conduct, and subject him to impeachment, himself, if he suffers them, to perpetrate with impunity high crimes or misdemeanors against the United States, or neglects to superintend their conduct, so as to check their excesses." -- James Madison

You All Suck (Exhibit #8 - The Illusion of Control)

The following is a true story. I can produce many witnesses. The point in telling it is to demonstrate what happens when you allow unserious, mentally-suspect people to assume positions of serious responsibility which require cool judgment and intelligence; eventually, farce ensues and everyone pays a price for the sake of saving one total dimwit's job or undeserved reputation.

You All Suck (Exhibit #6 - The Morons Among Us)

Congratulations, America: You've perfected the Moron.

You All Suck (Exhibit #2)

Q: Why do we all suck?

A: Because there's always one of you who ruins it for everyone else.

I have been asked that question several times now. "Why would you write something like this? Don't you think people might be offended?"

Because I want to. As for giving offense, I don't remember it being engraved in stone somewhere that everyone had the right to go through life unoffended.

Certainly, no one worries about offending me. I can't remember a single instance in my entire life where someone said to me "I'm sorry, I did not mean to offend you", or "I'm sorry that you're offended", and even when someone says, as an aside to some particularly rude remark they've made in passing, "No offense", you know they really don't mean it. It's simply another way of saying "Fuck you, I'm speaking. Don't interrupt me" most times.

Because most people have a passionate love affair with the the sound of their own voice, even when they're spewing complete and utter bullshit.