As of today, I will no longer refer to The Other Side as “Democrats” on these pages, but as either the “Socialist Party” or just simply “Socialists”. (The capitalization merely differentiates said party’s supporters and politicians from generic socialists e.g. most Europeans and the Scots.) This will also apply to the acronym used after a politician’s name, e.g. “Chuck Schumer (S-NY)”.
Considering how the erstwhile Democrat Party’s platform has moved ever-leftward over the past couple of decades, it would be more honest of them to actually change their name to the above, but then again honesty is not a socialist (or Socialist) attribute, and never has been, in any country. So I’ll just do it for them, the proto-fascist scum that they are. (And for those Lefties who wail that Socialism is not the same as Nazism, please remind them — between kicks — that Nazism is simply a subset of Socialism.)
It always pains me when people encourage others to vote “even when they aren’t familiar with the issues”. Here’s my take on that opinion:
Ummm no. If you don’t know why you’re voting and what you’re voting for, then stay the fuck at home. Some ignoramus showing up at the polling booth and voting for the first name on the ballot, or voting for the woman just because “it’s her turn”, or voting for the person who looked good on the campaign poster outside the polling station — any or all of these maggots’ votes are negating the votes of people who actually took the time to study the candidates, evaluate their positions, foresee the likely consequences of the policies they support, and in short, who know what the hell the election is all about.
It is no surprise that it’s largely the Democrats who send buses around poorer areas to “help the underprivileged to vote”, when in fact it’s precisely these people who are pig-ignorant and most likely to be swayed by empty promises, free stuff and unaffordable giveaways (i.e. most positions on the Democrat party platform).
So if you don’t know what’s going on at these mid-term elections, stay at home and watch soap operas or Real Housewives Of Cook County, and leave the voting to people who can be entrusted to make decisions.
Don’t Vote If You’re Ignorant.
And by the way, I also don’t subscribe to the line that if you don’t vote, you don’t get to complain about what happens afterwards. In the first place, your vote may mean diddly — e.g. mine when I lived in Chicago, and my “representative” Jan “Commie Bitch” Schakowski would get reelected year after year with about 70% of the vote. My not voting did not disqualify me from complaining afterwards, as my several emails to her office would attest. (I know, beginning them with “Dear Commie Bitch” may have been counterproductive, but that salutation in and of itself at least may have given her office a clue that not all of her constituents kept a well-thumbed copy of Das Kapital next to the bed.) In the second place, the First Amendment guarantees your right to complain no matter what happened before. But far be it for me to use a mere Constitutional precept to buttress my case.
“That which government cannot force you to do because of Constitutional- or legal prohibition, it will force your employer to do on their behalf.”
Such as with the execrable “voluntary” wellness programs (whatever the fuck that means). Thank goodness I don’t work for Global MegaCorp Inc. anymore, or else I’d burn out the pic below (which I’d be constantly sending in response to their latest poxy diktat ):
Here’s an interesting little snippet: about nine people a day are being arrested by British officials for the crime of posting “offensive messages online.”
Such “offense” is seldom actually defined (vagueness being the root of all tyranny), unless we include the qualifier “it hurt some ultra-sensitive asswipe’s feeewings” in the casus praehendum.
It’s a good thing I don’t live in the U.K., or else I’d no doubt get visited by the rozzers just for expressing my reaction to, for example, the South Yorkshire Police, who posted this bullshit:
Hate will not be tolerated in South Yorkshire. Report it and put a stop to it.
Here’s my response:
And that goes for all you little PC scolds, tattletales and snowflakes out there as well.
Hate, you assholes? I’ll show you hate. A pox on all of you.
“You may make a bad mistake; the company you work for can make an even worse mistake; but to really screw things up, you need government.”
“…and the higher the level of government, the exponentially-greater the mistake will be.”
Hence the recent pronouncement which basically states that absolutely everything the fucking federal government has ever told you about health and nutrition, is wrong. Not just wrong, but catastrophically wrong.
As I’ve said countless times before: I longer believe anything the government — any level of government — tells me, whatever the topic.
And if we want to wander into the Tinfoil Hat Forest ever so slightly, we may note that in the above case, the beneficiaries of said bad governmental advice have been the pharmaceutical companies who, incidentally, hire lobbyists and donate barrow-loads of money to politicians.
Protip: if you ever look at the “Department” subheadings under my post title, and see the words “Advice” and “Gummint” appearing simultaneously, you’ll have fair warning as to where the post content will be going.
Sometimes I wonder when I’m ever going to lose the childish impulse to react in the precise opposite way to officially-mandated stupidity. Here’s one example of the latter:
Los Angeles would become the largest city in the U.S. to ban the sale of fur products if the City Council approves a proposed law backed by animal activists who say the multibillion-dollar fur industry is rife with cruelty.
The council was expected Tuesday to direct the city attorney to draft a law prohibiting the manufacture or sale of fur products in the city.
The ban would cover apparel made in whole or in part of fur – including clothing, handbags, shoes, hats, earmuffs, jewelry and keychains.
I don’t live in LA, of course, nor would I ever; but if I did, I’d be buying one of these things tomorrow:
The paws are a nice touch, don’t you think?
I don’t know where I could wear it in order to create the greatest outrage, however; perhaps some of my California Readers could suggest a few choice locations (e.g. Century City) in Comments?