Sunday, October 28, 2012

The Failure of the Security System

Following the stunning First Debate revelation of insubstantial fluff being represented as leadership in the person of the current occupant of the Oval Office, the polls began to resemble a gyroscope on the scales.  Two digit leads in swing states, among Women, and Independents became instructional graphs pinpointing the "Tipping Point" as the Voters weighed their Economic considerations against never getting any of that Change for which they had high Hopes.  The callous indifference shown by the Campaign principals eager to get to Las Vegas for a fundraiser rather than engage meaningfully to deal with the Consulate assault and missing Ambassador caste cold scrutiny on needed proof of comprehension - on the part of the White House - of their responsibilities.  The "Commander In Chief" will burnish his credentials with a movie about the assassination of Bin Laden scheduled to air days before the Election.  The film has recently been re-edited to play up the stones we're told Obama made use of in cheering "GO!" to the Defense Secretary and the CIA Directors' assurances.

Supposedly possessed of a spine of steel,  I challenge any Union TEACHER or Education Professional to split the hair of "comprehension" as it applies to knowing what the fuck you're looking at, what the hell you're doing.  Failure to apply that comprehension of responsibility was scandalously exposed, though desperately needed, by his diplomats and military personnel on duty in that compound.  The assertion that Obama - not Romney - was possessed of the will to order such a mission was touted on the stump, yet, a failure to engage when those same gutsy calls were very much in order on the night of September 11, 2012 in Benghazi cost four dedicated American Service members their lives. 

See-saw swings of the polls are the tsunami now resulting from a distant quaking of the Libyan Malitia communicating to Hillary Clinton, Susan Rice, the UN and Barak Obama that, "Thanks for your gracious assist, but we want our country back!"  A seat-of-the-pants operation ultimately proved its nettle and provided the ground work to where, eventually and after great effort, the forces we mobilized in the support of their self-determination could "lead them from behind." They've gotta be chuckling at the chutzpa of the "One" on that phrase.  "So," they gathered, "When it's our necks on the chopping block, our backs against the wall, Glamor Boy's puss is all over the media with his grinning "likability" yet is a slumping Designated Hitter more about spending money than stepping up to the plate when anything of significance is on the line."  Obama had to be coerced into action by Rice and Clinton, and his reluctance was probably an equally chilling message to those freedom fighters who went "all in" for their own survival and were never the recipients of meaningful back-up from the "Free World" until they had made a convincing case of determination for themselves.

When Kathy Dahlkemper ran for Congress in 2006, she had out raised her four male opponents in the final finance reporting quarter of 2005 and picked up endorsements throughout the district that had previously easily elected Phil English eight times.  For the first time, ever, a serious candidate in PA-3 willing to do fundraising was presented to Emmanuel and the DCCC.  What did Raum advise?  "Raise $100 Grand on your own and then we'll look at you again."  That Chicago-gain-without-risk pattern is evident in the White House failure of response to the pleas for back-up from their CIA Operatives in Benghazi.
 


 My certifiable racism may creep through here, but where were those qualifications we were looking for in a President?  You know, the ones where we can see indications of how he responds to pressure, failure and shows perseverance in the face of long odds?  Those were never so much as hinted at much less proven by Obama prior to his announcement seeking the toughest command in the game.  Eye Candy with like-ability and celebrity qualities over substance and Presidential demeanor are OK Day to Day, I guess, but in a confrontation with foreign activities that could be called an "act of war," Pretty Boy's getting as good as he gave, PUMAs.  Dressed and prepped for the Red Carpet, about to take a bow as the Exterminator of AlQaida, Tuxie can't get in gear to cover his golden ass so his media mommies are buying him time.  Hey, Michelle:  He's trying to play Jackie keeping the French waiting for the glamor shots.  When are YOU going to step up and assert that You're the Princess.  He's supposed to be the Warrior, no?   'Splains why Sasha and Malia yak at him as only unimpressed black girls can.  Have they let him hear, "You Stink!!!" yet? 

Learning that Axlerod still attends high level security council meetings despite being with the Campaign, and the complicity of the ENTIRE MAIN STREAM MEDIA keeping silent over this outrage, I can only deduce that the Media has conducted a Coup and is a Rotisserie of Banks and Communications Conglomerates raiding the Treasury by borrowing at 0 interest and "loaning it back to the Taxpayers" at 2%.  Yeah, work is high risk; corruption is a ticket to wealth.

Here's a clue, Panetta, Clinton, Rice and Obama.  The War-Weary Americans don't want another war, but, GODDAMN IT!! We won't sit still and be fed a pig in a poke about irate reactions to videos that insult the prophet when it is increasingly more clear that the Weakling In the Fish Bowl in gettin' his ass rocked by his Muslim Bros who figure he blew his chance to show them he stands with them, as he promised in his book.  If EVER the Secretary of Defense had a reason to get in the "honcho's" face and demand an Order to deploy all resources, the real-time surveillance drone feed they viewed should have been the trigger.  As Captain Jack Sparrow told Will Turner in the Pirates of the Caribbean, "If you were waiting for the right moment, that was it."

"Look;" I'm saying to this political Hack House, "The worst thing you can do here is watch from a safe position and keep hands off when military resources are available and prepared for intervention within 400 miles of the insurgency.  Defense Professionals and CIA / State Department operatives do not watch helplessly while their colleagues are being bombed.  Before those people were even housed in the Libyan post, an understanding with that Country about managing violence and securing our personnel would have precluded any pretense about needing passports and permission to enter the airspace.   If I were the sitting President, I'd far sooner be answering questions about how we missed the mark with errant, vigilante reaction than a Golden Goose Egg he sat on when it was never gonna hatch.“For the U.S. military to say they couldn’t move ... one aircraft in eight hours, I say it's time to relieve the people in chain of command," Bing West

Friday, October 26, 2012

Gretzky 99 Remember The " BO Knows" Smak-Down?

Years ago, flash jock Bo Jackson achieved the remarkable status of Major League Baseball and NFL All Star after winning the collegiate Heisman Trophy.  Nike celebrated its cross-trainer with a litany of sports about which Jackson was an authority.  Beyond baseball and football, so the ad proclaimed, Bo Knows basketball (affirmed by no less than the immortal Jordan, eyebrows boppin') weights and "Tennis?" intoned McEnroe.  As the exaltation mounted, a skater in NHL gear circled the ice in front of the net and simply confronted the camera with "No." in a "Get A Grip." demonstration of self respect.  "No Go: Bo Don't Know Hockey."  Anybody who roller-bladed and checked and high-sticked and decked knew it was not easy to make the transition from the contact sports of football and basketball to hockey.  Like Soccer, Hockey was a momentum game that placed every player in motion (except the goalie) and added the very legitimate "play" of launching one's body weight in full-on trajectory to knock an opponent off his skates.

Derived from "Boar Hog" nickname, BO was possessed of incredible strength and will.  His career was magnificent - the performances turned in across the sporting world were impressive and documented.  Had he wished, I expect he could have become a fabulous hockey player.  But Hockey was not the sport of choice for young boys who "looked like" Obama.  The Race thing played by the Obama Campaign was not a game for icers.  Despite its popularity in Canada, few of the men who came to the NHL were black.  Unlike Baseball and Football where they dominated in both numbers and money, the black men didn't find Hockey to their liking.  In the rinks and streets of Atlanta, Chicago and New York, the most fabulous skaters were often African American, but their skills asserted more of their grace, their dance moves and their musicality.  Hockey just didn't work with the tunes, Savvie?

I couldn't help thinking of this ad as I watched the President, who signs his name with a huge B and O miniaturizing by contrast,  the _arak and _bama.  His dog, also named BO, a Portuguese water spaniel, is a black/white parody of his iconic master (although Ceasar Millan would disagree that the Big BO possesses any mastery over his K-9 BO.)

So, you know, I'm no go on the dissing of Romney, former CEO of enough business activity to actually know of whence he Opines.  Sure, the Occupant of the Oval Office has the "title" but it is neither convincing nor documented that he actually knows how to work together except to take direction from his handlers, not unlike a dog himself.  It is his goal to displace the ranking Big Dawg on the Democratic Party hit parade and performance record log.  But, again:  "It's like tryin' to tell a whaat girl She Don't Know!" He's dug in the heels and pulled rank and chucked his shoulders all haughty and pompous. 
 He's pitchin' his "Look: fill in the blank schtick" with the same "It's-true-because-I-say-it-is-and-we're-all-in-agreement-with-anything-I-say" game.

It ain't so, Barak Obama.  As the great Gretzky circles back to emphasize:  "NO!"  I don't care how many of those Promo Bo's push this, and beat down those who don't Party Unity with them, I can check this lightweight off his blades without any resistance and it's because I KNOW!!! damnit!  I KNOW HE DON'T KNOW what he's doing, what he's showing the world, how what he's trying to pass off as superiority and savvy looks to the Voters.  Remembering Gretzky's chutzpah reassures me that even when the Pitch-Man is hawking the "truth" down front, the closers and commissioned earners in the back are hearing all of his schtick while they're writing up their orders and turning in their paper work for the sales they produced, booked, collected for and delivered.

I know too, that when guys close ranks and lock out women, the truth is they've opted to cheat.  They've played the "What Women Don't Know Won't Hurt US" Game and it's just easier to cut them out and consume their provisions as though the battle of the sexes is the game of record.  When Women relent and forgive their pathetic excuse for men cheaters, they let the ego-driven creeps take the cake and prance around all authoritarian and chest-thumping and dominant.  But when he leaves for the day, they look their kids in the eye and all agree, Daddy is a big brat who doesn't get the spanking he deserves because he's a phony rat who will just push us around if we call him on it.  So WE KNOW to just bite our tongues, "eat it" for another day and keep growing up until we can look him in the eye, and - without a word - connect a knock-out Check-Mate! to his glass jaw and knock him off his fragile perch of part ego, part bluster.

Kids get it.  They compare the image of Romney, Father of Five Men, and Obama, Father of Daughters who routinely reveal their "not-fooled" view of his mendacity, and are, likewise, "not fooled."

Unlike Jimmy Carter who put an emphatic "Close Book End" on the Imperial Presidency of The Nixon-Ford era by emerging with Rosalyn from the fortified limo to walk the last blocks to 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue in the sunshine, declaring with his actions, that the President will be One of Us, not One Supported, Glorified, Secured and Imposed ON us.  While Carter carried off the Wilsonian / Teddy Roosevelt Progressive Agenda with considerable success   http://millercenter.org/president/carter/essays/biography/4   his media coverage, unlike the Mini Me he endorsed in 2008, was unfavorable.  I'm amazed, in reading the University of Virginia Miller Center review of his Presidency, how much Carter actually accomplished and how much of the word-by-word similarities exist in comparisons to the current White House.  His Brother Billy was found to have taken a boatload of cash from - wait for it - LIBYA and the Press managed to turn his every move into an unflattering image for the evening news.  So, when the pressures and challenges of the international scene oppressed him, the News Boys and the Late Night Comics made "relief" their mission and the seriousness of Carter's Agenda was undercut.  Scandals that were ultimately disproven, nevertheless received unrelenting play in the press.
Even without the scandals, Carter would not have had good press relations. He seemed aloof and condescending, stiff and impersonal with reporters. They chafed at his moralistic, "eat your peas" attitudes, and portrayed him... as either a cynical and manipulative politician or an amateurish incompetent. Carter was not physically clumsy like Ford, but his media images always came out wrong. 
Wrap Back to old "files" of players and factors, it is ironic that the Bryzinski Family / Columbia University Zbignew who so enjoyed status in the Carter years and vied with the Soviets for power, now populate the Obama Administration but with starkly contrasting media support.

So, BO's Hos, what is it?  Are you just settin' at the fulcrum of the See-Saw, like Kentuckians, making your lousy bucks no matter who's in or what's right?  't seems nothin' the 4th Estate does sets right with me anymore.  My original wish to be a journalist was over-ruled by my 9th Grade English teacher, Sister Patricia, Daughters of the Divine Redeemer, who considered Journalism too restrictive for my strength, which was "transitional" skill.  Heck, wrap back, again, ASIG Brenda, remind us why we work.


Wednesday, October 24, 2012

MSNBC (except Mika) Finally At Work

On Morning Joe, I'm getting an earful from the Fellati-O-Bam Bangers suddenly questioning the politicians and the emptiness of this boring stage of the campaign.  They are looking over the fiscal cliff and Mark Halperin is actually sizing up the prospects for this Country in the next four years.  Joe had lost his edge there for the last two years and Mika had gone all "Supermodel" on set with the book-sellers and the blog-pushers and the party scene makers.

Suddenly, Scarboro has reclaimed his tongue from the cat mentioned in the previous post.  The gloom and grate from Catty Kaye mirrors the suddenly legitimate observations that it's a good time to follow the campaigns if you like candidates that "say nothing."  They're sick of themselves.  They're noticing that Mika, who still can't get enough of Obama, makes remarks that are absolutely laughable.  MoJo snarks he'll just go right to the Longoria break-up on Page 6 and Halperin identifies as a pretense that the "Off The Record" edict to the Des Moins Register is a signal Obama's Campaign is in need of bubble wrap so cloistered is he from reality.  The Talk off the record and in the diners, bars and coffee shops is about the WHY we're not getting the Who, What, When and Where we deserve from a First Amendment protected, Access Guaranteed, Credentialed, Ethics Invested MEDIA!!!

Mike Barnicle points out how depressing it is that the Twitter-driven campaigns ignored the everyday obstacles people "out there" are experiencing and NO ONE IS TALKING ABOUT!  Are these guys serious when they see the "bubble" that just got "bigger and bigger and bigger" - you know, like the swelling heads Tina Brown said Hillary and Princess Diana manifested during their high-flying days when they "had lunch," was their inflating of the President/STENCH they put on us?

Here's Joe asking what Chicago's saying about the fiscal cliff, about "What's the Mandate?"

Here's MY observation, BSNBC:  When the viewers WERE asking you for shoe-leather on those issues, all YOU guys had was how great times were with the West Side jetting to DC jetting to San Fran to preen with the Pretentious and dismiss or worse, abuse the soberly questioning, once loyal Democrats of whom you were all so disdainful for three years!

Here Mike points up Romney's words from the debate:  "We can't KILL our way to Victory."  Halleluhia!!!  Romney also demands we address and bring an end to all the VIOLENCE!!!  Did it all just hit you folk?  Does it suddenly appear 'INEVITABLE' to you that the Voices you drowned out and dowsed have worked their way through the septage you passed off as product of work and are emerging with the full-aura of stench of the crap you imposed on us morning after morning, brewed by Starbucks?  I get the sense you all feel that blast of fresh air from the Romney demeanor failing to rise to the Obama Bait that reeks of decomp.  The forgotten note of healthy exchange reclaimed a section of your brain that associates purity with what's good for ALL... You know, those of us who lost our jobs, lost our homes, lost our dignity, lost our respect for anybody who responded to our common-sense questions with accusations of racism and bogus assertions of Obama's superior everything!

The tank in which the Media has been chumming for Chicago has suddenly turned into a fish tank for real.  Those who believed themselves to be successfully "swimming with fellow sharks" have discerned a distinct difference about the feel and vibe of the "solution" sloshing around them.  The Game they ran with such gleeful abandon, riding high on song and jokes more than action, now feels base notes more like Jaws than Finding Nemo.   Beyond the protective, invisible shield they are able, at long last, to bring into focus the faces of the Viewers - once Zoo-ers - who are now paying to see these phonies squirm. 

Last summer, in the joy of a pennant race, Pirate Fans were wearing "bubble wrap" with abandon, loving their 1st Place status all the way into August.  A hit prompted the left hand up over the right in a symbol for Zoltan! - a mockery of the stupid but earnest cult of stoners awaiting their cool alien "Likeable" Savior.  Yeah, it's lookin' like the fans will have one more occasion to raise the Jolly Roger on this Ship of State.

    

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

When Work Carries Huge Risk

... and Crime all but slam-dunks all you've earned, wake up...this is hell, the Gay Boy Underworld...  the life no reasoning person would choose.  Walking around my house, burning a diffusing reed to purge my atmosphere of the stench of never-ceasing cat litter ...

Sunday, October 21, 2012

McGovern's Had Enough - Like Specter, Hits the Bricks

We learn today of the passing of the former Senator from North Dakota, George McGovern.  Last week at this same time, I was advised that my own former Senator, Arlen Specter was moving up to the Senate in the Sky where a vote based on doing right by their families and genuine friends was going on. 
When I was in high school, the war in Viet Nam was gearing up and, at the age of fifteen, I was barely able to grasp the significance of the Invasion of Cambodia.  President Johnson had been in office a year and had managed to "find the Mens' Room,"  The Beatles were riding high on the charts, "Along Comes Mari" and no body's making any fucking sense.  A history professor challenged us on the War Effort and our acceptance thereof.  Little did I suspect that my eight year old brother would, ten years later, face conscription that could take him to that God-forsaken part of the world.  Nor did I imagine that I would be viewed as a "useful idiot" to be milked by a coward for every ounce of cover he'd find in me, including my children and my trust, to escape the draft.  I never expected that my fellow students in college would choose to major in Education specifically to merit a 2-S deferment and escape the Army's voracious vacuum.  They made horrible teachers and proved to be irresponsible frat boys on so many levels that my illusion of manhood was utterly shattered.

Do you consciously recognize that the Gecko who is the Spokes-Lizard for GEICO is openly revealing in their latest commercial that he represents the Government Employees' Insurance Company?

He now wants ALL OF US to "enjoy" the same benefits FOR OUR CARS that those who have worked for Uncle Sam have for their physical beings since the Thirties.  Things I was taught in the process of obtaining a license to sell Insurance in Pennsylvania for life and healthcare make me suspect that the Gecko's turn at the microphone was timed to communicate a hidden message to his prospective buyers.  For the record, Licenses to sell Car Insurance do not qualify one to represent companies in the business of offering coverage for Life and Health, at least not in my Commonwealth.  Seeing Capitol Hill's Fedral Employees (Is that the ENTIRE set of those who would qualify as "Government Employees"?) react to an All-Reaching Voice booming at them in the Halls of Congress, their Offices, their cars, their tourist sites, in the subway and on the streets made me back up the DVR, then locate it on You Tube to view it again and again.  Each time the 30 second spot rewinds, I am struck by the gauges showing the mike at "total power" and the final scene, of men in the street flapping in the breeze of the omni-present message looking more like the scene of a nuclear blast than a loud-speaker on woofer.   
 
George McGovern was the original victim of the Watergate break-in's "plumbers."  He was defeated in a landslide to Nixon's Four More Years, that ended, instead with Nixon, himself, resigning in disgrace.  Nixon had initially been elected when LBJ recognized - despite all the "power" he wielded inside the beltway - that The People, were no longer indulgent of his conduct of the War.  His decision to neither seek nor "accept" the Democrats' Nomination led to hideous C.I.A. style actions against politically active American citizens placed on Nixon's "Enemies List."   His Texas-Sized Ego was insufficient to dispel his recoil at the disheartening discoveries of the Presidency.   He could have been in office a total of nine plus years yet he demurred.  He finished Kennedy's term, won a term of his own and was eligible to seek reelection, yet did not.  He simply withdrew to his ranch, his dogs and his friends.   As the seasoned Johnson, who had built a generation of I.O.U.'s during his 28 years on the Hill, walked away from power, men who represented the varying anti-war and party interests ran to it.
 
Much Education has visited me since the days when I voted for George McGovern and the call to come home.  I have learned how the comfort zones of the secure bring out the ruthlessness of those determined to hold onto what they have without considering how they might extend and expand that beyond themselves - ever growing the secure perimeter beyond themselves layer by layer.  One has far greater success heading off disasters when more of those who are, likewise, secure stand between themselves and those who would rob them.  As I watched the horrifying results of the election of 1972, and my brothers sneered hatefully at my obsession with the campaign, Baptism of Fire / Fear purged me of any illusion I had that the political class represents me. 
 
 
 

Thursday, October 18, 2012

Who Pulled The Security Detail In Benghazi?

Bill O'Reilly wasn't implying, but as I heard it for the second time, (I was just tuning in when it aired earlier this evening) and both times, little flashes ticked in my brain.  If one looks at the scenario that the Chicago Way sometimes winds through the connections to the Wise Guys, it is enough to shiver you with a chill. 

The idea that the decision was MADE somewhere to remove the armed professionals who were securing the Embassy in Benghazi is disturbing.  It takes on a vibe I'm not liking at all.  I keep seeing those scenes in the Godfather where the Chief of Police is on the take from the Mob and the officers assigned to the hospital room of Vito Corleone aren't at their posts when Michael arrives to visit his father, when the Turnpike Commissioners duck out of the toll booths as Sonny Corleone's car approaches, when the bodyguards hired to protect Michael in Sicily are beating a path away from the booby trapped car just as Appolonia turns the key, ...

On the heels of the Afghans killing the American Military Personnel training and arming them to assume responsibility for their own military defense, it should have raised an eyebrow, at least, during the President's Intelligence Briefings.  Once the British Ambassador was attacked, prompting the closing of the British Embassy, followed by the Red Cross closure and our own Consulate  being attacked in April and again in June, when a hole was blown through the wall that was large enough for 40 people to march through, the awareness quotient should have been higher.  I have done enough customer service in my time to know that you direct MORE resources to a threatened installation OR YOU CLOSE IT, if you are unable to afford to properly provide services.  I get the goal of normalizing relations with Libya and it was the Administration's wish to implement that objective.  But I question the wisdom of the timing to launch such an exercise under the kind of conditions that existed in that outpost.  If Christopher Stevens was documenting HIS misgivings in his diary, to the point of redoubling his requests for reconsideration of that decision, it is clear to me that the Man on the scene was well aware of the activity in his neighborhood and the overruling of the Ambassador was not wise.

Obama's romanticised fantasy of the Muslim Brotherhood so clouds his street insight that he is incapable of relating that the same crime wave that is killing hundreds of people in Chicago this year is reigning in Benghazi.  It pains me to say this, but I must consider, entertain and eliminate if I can, the  notion that the Administration was gaming the contenders for control of the Libyan  Government.

The security was pulled on the direct orders of Obama who had unrealistic expectations that the Libyan Freedom Fighters would fall in line as expected, because of all that had been done for them.  He forgot his own dogfight with the Party to force his critics in line.  He forgot that even women in his party stood up to him and said:  "Party Unity My ASS!"  Because he violated our conscience in his drive for Power.  Why would he expect the still unresolved Power Struggle in Libya to settle itself so that he could get on with the business of making money there, before a solid understanding was realized as to Who Gets What?

This Amateur is living out a fantasy and "plays" Commander In Chief like it was a video game.  I'm losing sleep over the AlQaida flag flying over our embassy, the destruction and property flung to the streets as though our Country was lying, mortally wounded halfway around the world, in a land of blood-thirsty young men out of control, and the paparazzi are photographing it to sell to TMZ.

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

The Whiner In Chief Really Is!

I'm struck most by the tone of the President whose voice is pitched as high as any brat kid swearing to his mother that he never did what she knows he did.  Candy is "promising" she'll get to Romney kinda the same way the Rules & By Laws Committee promised that everyone would be heard "after lunch."  History will show that the back-room deal, cutting Hillary out was cut during lunch and nobody was heard when they finally returned two and a half hours later.

I LIKE what Romney says about Middle Class not having to pay taxes on interest income and capital gains.  That is phenomenal!  That is huge, and will probably create a boom in loans from Credit Unions and small, community banks.  ---  and the Whiner whines on --- wah, wah, wah!!!

The pitched tone of Obama's voice wouldn't get him a dog.  The timbre of an Alpha Vibe coming out of Romney, by comparison, is impressive.  Obama sounds like a woman.  ---  like a bitchy woman.  He sounds like a kept woman who doesn't work and who puts the neighborhood kids up to mischief.  I don't like the way Obama relates to his opponent.  He is "playing to the kids on the panel."  Not only has he persisted in the high-pitched, irritating complaining, he is failing to advance the debate beyond his talking points.  He's asking for a slap upside his head getting into the "specifics" of how Romney will pay for his programs.  He's 'about to find out.  (That Dodge's got a Hemmi in it.)

The President "queues" Candy with a gesture that prompts her to cut Governor Romney off and interrupt him.  That time he stood and made an attempt to physically close in on him.  She is empathically relating to Obama's anxiety  and running interference for him.

104,704 Tweets per minute.  9:39 p.m.

Obama cites his typical white woman Grandmother.  Romney speaks of his proactive effort to uncover talented women for his cabinet.  He reflects his Mother in this gesture.  The clock runs down and the O's chin goes up - looking to the moderator for support.  Obama touts the Lily Ledbetter Bill with bravado, but has done nothing of substance to make that bill matter.  What does it benefit a woman that she's able to sue for equal pay when she has no job?

While Romney was speaking the clock was shown in the corner  ---  so far, no clock.

Susan Katz - disappointed with the lack of progress.  Links Romney to Bush.  The answer from Romney was a tricky one.  He 'skated' the line between bashing Bush and acknowledging that the deficits were wrong for both Bush and Obama.  Obama's tone is close to crying.

When he's cryin' he's lyin'.

Michael Jones asks what he's done.  Notes his day to day costs are pricey.  Obama cites his Bin Laden kill and Obama 'affordable' Care.  He's talking about things that nobody feels on that day to day expense drain.  He's promising like he's never been in office.  Whine, Whine, Whine...like screeching on a chalkboard.  His vocal pitch goes up and up.  The day to day costs were never addressed.

9:07 p.m. - Obama is blowing up and interrupting.  The Immigration issue is his "Wishbone."  He's Playing the Latinos, using  high palootin' bullshit.

Kerry Lautin asks who was it that denied the enhanced security in Libya and why?  Obama comes back with aggression and repaints the picture with the assertion that he was on the phone while the attack was going on.  It took him a month to muster indignation.  He goes on the Romney press release.  Gets indignant.  The glare is up.  Glad a "brain trust" from Mineola sent that question.  I hope Kerry's holding his own.  Romney has ingested the emotion from Obama and appears to be processing the crackle.  He holds an even tone and processes the eruption smoothly.  9:12 p.m.

Obama's got the "face" going.  He knows this is Romney's call and can do nothing about it.  He's eating it.  Candy to the rescue.  HRC's taking responsibility.  Candy's giving him the opening to claim full responsibility.  He's addressing Romney pointedly,  presenting his behavior as upright and offended.  He's "dressing down the opponent."  Candy refers us to the transcripts.

Facing Families whose loss due to assault weapons has taught the guy more than he ever knew about Americans and their Second Amendment.  He learned on a wide, slow curve.  He has a seriously simple mind, a tendency to speak to adults as though they were students and looking to him to form their opinions for them.  The Culture of Violence must be changed, and with that he brings up a fact the "Jobs" Kids don't consider when they bash Romney for only being 48 out of 50 states in job creation during his term.  Massachusetts was Number One in Education.  That should be a fair trade-off to this crew.  Romney explains that the legislators came together to agree on the assault weapon ban.  He shows that he can support what the majority determines they can support.  He shows that UNLIKE OBAMA, he is a leader, not a decider.  Obama, does the tired "he was for it before he was against it" line and then hops on the education bandwagon - cutting off Candy because "This is important!"  Candy's actually condescending to him.  "No doubt, but we're talking about guns."  Slick work on Romney's part to slip in that statistic about Massachusetts' ranking in Education with an allusion to the culture of violence.

Outsourcing:  Policies to make the US attractive to business.  Obama wants to tax offshore profits, claims Romney wants to fagittabatit.   The O BAM A chant doesn't have quite the ring that you get from R Money.  R Money.  R Money, is like that email we got about how the first and last letter must be in place and no matter what the order of the letters in between - a reader can understand.  Romney would address China's cheating, intellectual property theft, violations of fair trade agreements.

The whiner is unaware that those pressure tactics, threats and woodshed trips he runs on those who criticize the Administration could be used against China effectively in the interest of We, The People, not just Obama's ego and image.

"We don't have to settle for what we're going through.  We don't have to settle for the list of things causing us suffering."  Says Romney in response to a question about what the opposition has misrepresented him.

Obama swears he doesn't believe government doesn't create jobs.  He's whining, pitchin' higher and higher.  He's stretching the 47% as his closing rap.

Monday, October 15, 2012

She's Seen the Underside of More Buses Than A Greyhound Mechanic

Greg Gutfeld notes that Hillary Clinton has to have such a view of Male Presidents - as the White House drops it in her lap.  Of course, the Campaign has sent out hackers to 'splain how it's her fault, and they use the classic Progressive excuse:  "We Don't Know Anything About That,"  and ...waiting for the other shoe to drop, the even MORE classic progressive conversation choker:  "I Disagree."  The Whiner In Chief is rallying the troops to cover his slacking ass and his pretense of giving a fuck when he skipped his Intelligence Briefings more than 30% of the time and he's pitching his appeals to 3 year olds...Thank You, Big Bird, for withdrawing use of your Iconic Image from the politician's advertising.

So, they're going to have to cross all their "t's" and dot all their "i's" if they are going to skewer Hillary Clinton on a spit and make her a "Rotisserie" for their election night party.  Unlike the Chicagoans, (and remember, Hillary is ALSO from Chicago) Mrs. Clinton has made good friends all up and down the D.C. Corridor.  She has helped people without first calculating their vote quotient.  She has done it because it was the right thing to do and because that's her job.  She has logged more miles as Secretary of State than any of her predecessors and in the process, has affirmed that the key to World Peace is including Women in the process of Economic Development.  

At 7:44 P.M. EDST, Secretary of State Hillary Clinton announces:  "The Buck Stops Here.  I, as Secretary of State, take full responsibility for the attack on the U.S. Consulate in Benghazi."

As we All Always knew, the Woman who took time out from her participation in a Conference in Lima, Peru, on Women's  Entrepreneurship, is the responsible, realistic, respectful Executive.

Atta Girl!  Thank You, HRC, we have your back.

Thursday, October 4, 2012

"If It Were A Fight, They Would Have Stopped It."


John McCain's Vindication

The Press-I-Di'n't was stripped bare - with only a podium to preserve his dignity.  The O Cult figure had flown into Mile High Denver to add theatre to his all-consuming iconic image - hours before he was to debate a substantive business person.  By comparison, he looked both jet-lagged and "barometrically impeded."  The Air Pressure, the attitudinal thinning and its impact on athletic stability combined to leave the Man Who Would Be Re-Elected dazed and castigated. 

The Governor asserted his substance as Father of five Men, as the son of a Former Governor, who had witnessed his parents' dance in the Mansion, and Barack stood "advised."  Has nobody ever shown "The One" what DAD looks like?  What the OLD MAN looks like?  Christ, I'm a woman, but I get it.  I've worked around and competed head on with American Men enough to understand their response to true leadership.  Men on a mission recognize their Captain.  They discern the member of the Pack who will address all their interests and prevail.  To a male animal, the "Alpha" is obvious, whether that be himself or another.  In last night's debate, Obama (you are what you eat) was the RCA Victor pup responding to his Master's Voice.  I witnessed a full blown capitulation by Barack Obama to the Divinity Within.  In the first two seconds of eye contact, a "higher power" connected with him, took dominion over his lost, floundering ego and confronted him respectfully but gently, speaking directly to his subconscious.   For the first time in his life, by virtue of the "Rules" of the Campaign, the Politician nearing the end of his term was required to stand accountable in the presence of his worthy opponent and convince his Superiors that he was a good and faithful servant, meriting a second term.   In the prepared Mitt Romney, Obama met - for the first time in his life of secular isolation - the gentle balm of true understanding.   On Stage, face to face with a calm, matter-of-fact Superior asking for his badge and his "Piece,"  he was being "fired" and he knew it.   For another "First Time," he faced a true closer, a salesman who could arrive at an agreement in good faith, steeped in the diplomacy and certitude of Business.  He faced a genuine professional who, as a disciplined representive of the People of the United States of America, would perform his duties always cognizant that the Power was the People's and the mission of his service was the continued perfecting of a Union, the progressive, upwardly spiralling forces of Economic Robustness and Freedom in an ongoing exchange of consideration with the 50 Governors, his "College of Cardinals."

He was experiencing first after first; things we all go through in the corporate, working world, like a dressing down for failure to exercise responsibilities, for mis-managed resources, for behavior and associations inconsistent with the culture of the organization.   Barack Obama was being directed to surrendur the political power after which he had lusted.  He was meeting the Father of  the cherished Daughter he had defiled, to whom he had failed to properly introduce himself.  He had "taken" what he wanted with adolescent ignorance of the poverty to which his intemperence had condemned his Paramour.  He had shown no respect for the double-edged sword that is power.  He consciously cocooned himself in the blaring cyclone of media dishonor and surrounded himself with cowards and clods.   In celebrating their twenty years of marriage, he had none of the awareness of the threat of loss of his beloved, never stood by his wife's bedside and assured her that, together, they would survive the crisis that was a diagnosis of MS as well as breast cancer.  He had never been blessed with the grandchildren who filled his life with appreciation for the Ancestry he saw ranging in their little faces.  His exposure to "prayer" was the ravings of an angry showman as filled with racist resentment as any Islamic Cleric/Supreme Ruler.  He had no knowledge of the Gentle light of a butterfly that the cocoon he had inhabited was about to produce. 

Last night, Obama wielded none of the privileges of his Office, save the courtesy and consideration to which he was entitled as a man.  None of the ceremonial righteousness of a worshipful media could protect him, could slam the challenger for being "disrespectful" of the President.  The two stood as they were:  The Man who truly was a public servant, humbling himself to leave what was a comfortable life of privilege to take up the duties of an elected steward called to the People's house relieving the overwhelmed, defensive pretender, of the burdens of our disappointment.  No longer would the People say "terrible things" about him, utter words that conveyed personal disdain.  No longer would his fellow Senators, Republicans who had been shown the sole of his shoe as though what was an insult to "his people" would not be understood as an offense to his colleagues. 

American Men truly personify sportsmanship in the company of legitimate competition.  As a Father of Men,  Mitt Romney knows from experience, what a less-mature young man will attempt in the Game to overtake his superior.   And as the Grandfather of the children of those men, as the Father-in-Law of the Wives of those Men, Mitt Romney knows Family.  He understands the interconnection of Church and Conservatism, of the day-in, day-out follow-through of a care system that does the walk-through, noting matters to be attended to by the professionals he will direct, having chosen them for their fitness to serve in the smooth running of that domain.

A cyclone overtook the Obama Campaign last night.  One fully capable of absorbing the entire cyclone of Obama's re-election madness, nesting it into itself and bringing it under control. It was as if a line of patrol cars - lights flashing - first shook the run-away drivers to alert them of the presence of Authority that could bust them all and pull them over, but, instead, was knowingly backing down the speeding traffic on the interstate to safely bring it through the scene of a forest fire without incurring any further damage.  "Whew!  I thought I was done," thought Obama.  This gesture of accommodation being shown him was a message that, yes, he was breaking every law on the books, but he was - essentially - likeable enough - and it was just such a great night for Partying.  The enforcers of the Law don't want to poop your party, we have pressing safety and security issues to manage and we just need you to get your vehicle under control while we earn our paychecks.  Fall in line behind the Police Escort and you'll be diplomatically ushered through a serious, potentially disasterous conflagration of clashing idealogues on a testosterone trip.

McCain attributes it to "Four Years Inside The Bubble With An Adoring Media."  As you certainly must acknowledge.

But, he also said, "Do Not Underestimate President Obama."  Having "competed" with the crowd who moves the goal post in rabid, small-minded, extreme competitiveness, McCain and his Republican Colleagues were shown the utmost contempt by Obama and Reed who exposed themselves as Senate Rubes, contemptuous of the even more extreme traditions of their August Chamber.  Concerned that the "Candidate, Obama"  will return with a Spirit fueled by outrage at the audacity of Mitt Romney to Challenge the Golden Calf of the Left, McCain urges caution.  Expect the Unexpected, Consider the Unthinkable.

But Sunday, I joined the Mitt Romney Prayer Committee.  My Survival Instincts asserted that the negligence of the Administration that Couldn't Extricate Itself From Campaign Mode was not on the job, not engaged in the duties of National Defense and unaware of the alarming signals being flashed.  As a Wanna Be Agent of the Secret Service, I have consented to be a relay station in the conducting of intelligence that would preserve and protect the President in whom the American People have vested their authority.  I have survived the assassination of a President and know the disorientation my nation was forced to navigate.  I am One with my fellow Americans in the Iron Will to Survive, and have experienced the flooring command to do so.  As a trained, experienced closer, I have joined the gentle, sequestered center of balancing power that must disable the headstrong, wrong-tracked Counter-Culture of the "too artsy, too sensitive, too inexperienced Progressive / Liberals."

With Clint Eastwood, I know what they're thinking: 
  • "How many more bullets does he have?" 
  • "Can we stall the Benghazi Investigation past November  6?"
  • "Can the Media continue to cover our schemes to flex for the Russians who are arming AlQuaida?"
  • "Have we intimidated enough Democrats into carrying our water to do whatever it takes to deliver the swing states?"
  • "Can he really work with the Biggest Democrat, Big Dawg, to turn this Economy around?
  • "Would the Chinese really prefer to deal with a push-over, or a mature Business International whose "deals" benefit everybody?"
And, I feel lucky.   Google Gambles and gives it up for Mittens.  Not an iron fist in a velvet glove, but a "tied-to-a-full-metal-jacketed" bullet on his premature Hit Parade.  As the drone of the zone settled over the two of them, from which only one could emerge, the Governor explained how the transition would progress, day by 32 days.   Diplomatic, Face-Saving courtesies would be extended, but 44 is One and Done, 45 stands on deck.