Passengers may freak out when TSA agents find their vibrators worthy of note, but the voyeuristic TSA has always had its freaksout. So Big Sis's warm, personal endorsement of hands solo is really no surprise.
And at least now, we'll know how to pack. Heck, next time I travel, I'll tuck a copy of Hubris in my suitcase. If they don't catch the irony, maybe I can get on their good side. Or not.
In other expected news, the Occupier drummers appear to be freaking out, as efforts to get their own freak on have been thwarted.
The drummers' property has, umm, been redistributed, and drummers thus demanded $8,000.00 from the OWS "General Assembly." Moreover, drummers are furious that their drumming time has been curtailed by the man other members, so outraged they can hardly speak straight.
Indeed, at least one disgruntled drummer likened the new limits on noisy drumming to the silencing of the slaves, lo those many years ago, when Wall Street was first being built. Which analogy is perfectly understandable, because when you're a hammer . . .
Of course, we knew racism was bound to be razed raised by the Occupiers at some point. It just came a bit early and internally.
Ah. Thanks to the Occupiers, we get to see anarchy and property redistribution up close and in person. The drums are causing quite a commotion, causing internal dissent. And speaking of "redistribution," the drummers are none too happy that the "organizers" are seizing proceeds from the tip jar.
Alrighty then. I watched the GOP debate last night so you didn't have to. And I probably would have let the whole thing pass, were it not for Mitt Romney pulling, just minutes ago, what -- at least in bits and pieces -- appears to be a damn ugly attack ad. Talk about "splice and dice"!
So here's my analysis of last night's debate, in 50 words or less, moving, of course, from left to right:
Rick Santorum: stands like a normal guy. I wonder what this tells us?
Ron Paul: Ginger, hip-protective. "Is that a crack in the sidewalk?"
Herman Cain: "Hey, everybody! This is me!"
Mitt Romney: paper-doll cut-out. This thin-skinned tin man needs some oil.
Rick Perry: A Texas sidewinder in full plume. "Watch out for my Ben-Hur spurs, ya'll."
And oh by gosh, by golly, some are even comparing Mitt Romney (who is far too hair-sprayed for my taste) to the focus-group-focused John Kerry. Lions, then tigers, then lions. Oh my!
Herman Cain, on the other hand, is skyrocketing in popularity, now that Palin and Christie are out of the picture.
Except for Cain's goofy take on being gay -- he says it's a "choice" -- I can't help but like this guy. He's the antithesis of victim (ooh, does saying "victim" sound racisty?) and happy, but not in a hyper or self-helpy way. More importantly, he makes excellent sense.
Though Cain supporters will never win with liberals: you're racist if you like him and damned racist if you don't. Which is plenty rich, since it's the leftist press's coverage of the GOP field that begs the race question.
But meh. The Left's recent attacks on Cain leave little doubt he poses a real threat to the One. Ah, politics makes for strange barometers, no?
The next debate is this coming Tuesday. Do tune in. Something tells me it will be the most interesting one yet.
Well, let's see. He's not worried about inflation (he never is) and he really doesn't like it when people ask him about the Fed's "printing press." He says we're "innocent bystanders" in the Eurozone crisis. Oh, and with slow growth and 9% unemployment, that Occupy Wall Street thing is understandable. Heck, he's "dissatisfied" too.
Now some dude is railing about "overcoming" the "significant concentration of wealth" and hoping Bernanke will rail, too. Ben says he looks at Paul Volcker's picture every day; this seems to come as a great relief to the Committee.
* Case-Shiller's gloomy housing report * More than half of all food stamp households aren't working and aren't looking. * "White House Brushed Off Solyndra Alarms" * Fast and furious gun-walking went all the way to Holder * Obama really doesn't like us * Chris Christie will likely be announcing a big no. (Thanks for that, WaPo)
Alrighty then. Anyone have a good recipe for hemlock?
Passengers may freak out when TSA agents find their vibrators worthy of note, but the voyeuristic TSA has always had its freaks out. So Big Sis's warm, personal endorsement of hands solo is really no surprise.
And at least now, we'll know how to pack. Heck, next time I travel, I'll tuck a copy of Hubris in my suitcase. If they don't catch the irony, maybe I can get on their good side. Or not.
Indeed, at least one disgruntled drummer likened the new limits on noisy drumming to the silencing of the slaves, lo those many years ago, when Wall Street was first being built. Which analogy is perfectly understandable, because when you're a hammer . . .
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