"One should either write ruthlessly what one believes to be the truth, or else shut up." — Arthur Koestler
by Smitty
Any lefty politicians in California are feeling a tremendous amount of heat from Uncoverage.net. J’s knowledge of the California political landscape is encyclopedic. Seeing her interact with everyone from Andrew Breitbart to Chuck DeVore was truly inspirational. Passionate blogging at its finest.
by Smitty
I enjoyed the privilege of interviewing Katherine Jenerette, a GOP primary hopeful down South in SC-1, which includes Charleston. She’s an Army vet, mother of four, and sounds like more of what the country needs. This blog supports tough veterans in the fight to reclaim the country from the clutches of Progressivism.
by Smitty (INTRODUCTION)
The remaining eight were frozen to their chairs in their filth, except me. None made a sound. Deep gloom swallowed Lake Totenkopf.
A longitudinal crack appeared in the table, right down the middle. Athwart that, connecting the vertices marking the head of the table, appeared a second crack, so that the table was quartered like a Swedish flag.
I pulled back the pad, and kept scribbling in my lap. The four quarters of the tabletop fell inward, hinged at the edge.
The speaker exited the room, while the eight living attendees sat frozen in their chairs, more or less literally.
Tentacles emerged from the darkness within the table. They ended in a mouth full of parallel rows of teeth, below which was an eye, below which began the suction cups. Water was dripping in all directions. Cold water. Barely above freezing.
Some of the tentacles struck quickly, punching through a head or torso, painting the walls and window with gore. Grinding and bone crunching sounds filled the air, plus the occasional snap of a tendon.
There were no screams, rhyme, or reason to the mayhem. The victims stared, in a combination of shock, hypothermia, and disbelief. Some tentacles caressed or wrapped a victim. These seemed to meet their demise and consumption with something resembling pleasure.
Except for me. I can’t move. I have the attention of four tentacles. One devoures the left leg, the other the right, the third his left arm, while the fourth tentacle holds the pad steady.
The three devouring tentacles reach my torso more or less at the same time. The suddenness of it all on cold flesh had delayed the effects of shock and blood loss, flesh cannot take this, and, at last, I feel myself give
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I had the privilege of being introduced to Patrick Murray here at CPAC.
Sir, I look forward to supporting you in June with much enthusiasm. Let us strive together and help increase Jim Moran’s time to work on his memoir.
Please note that I inadvertently stated “Rick” Moran, instead of Jim, as the name of the VA-8 incumbent. Pardon the Freudian slip, Rick.
by Smitty
Andrew Ian Dodge has a shot of the Blogger Cage. I’m in the front row, the splash of white in front of the open door on the far wall.
For 2011, assuming the world hasn’t ended, I’m going to have to get out a bit more.
by Smitty (INTRODUCTION)
The speaker’s points unfolded, and the audience began to panic. In a resigned, fearful, anti-climactic sort of way. There were no actual breaks in the delivery. Eventually, more than one odor began to waft. Yet the audience stared forward.
An older woman to my left cried out, clutched at her heart, and slumped. Evidence of puddling beneath her chair indicated that she’d enjoyed a shockingly traditional trip to the void.
She had been an entertainment, fashion and publishing magnate, but I wouldn’t have ever suspected her of having enough pull to have been invited to this. I knew my own banking background, a cheap pack of lies in the light of this horrid days’ revelations, probably made me more important than her.
More important. Hahahahahaha. How those rating scales had been quickly rendered meaningless. Speaking of meaning, what of the thumps and screams growing louder and more frequent?
“That the peoples may become accustomed to obedience it is necessary to inculcate lessons in humility and therefore to reduce the production of articles of luxury.
By this we shall improve morals which have been debased by emulation in the sphere of luxury. We shall re-establish small master production which will mean laying a mine under the private capital of manufacturers.
This is indispensable also for the reason that manufacturers on the grand scale often move, though not always consciously, the thought of the masses in directions against the government.
A people of small masters knows nothing of unemployment and this binds him closely with existing order, and consequently with the firmness of authority.
Unemployment is a most perilous thing for a government.
Re-establishing patronage and master craftsmen for access to practical training is yet another success story for us on the economic front.
Our excessive crusades in the areas of environmentalism and trade, and against sane energy policy have been quite effective in producing a crop of economically illiterate swine who will welcome the Second Dark Age they engender with satisfaction.
They crave government dependency.”
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by Smitty
This week’s FMJRA comes from the fabulous Mariott Wardman Park in DC. The Valley of the Shadow has a great CPAC roundup post of our coverage. Continue reading From the Mariott, Joyousness Resounds Anew →
by Smitty
Ann Coulter’s stand up was slightly less polished than her usual primo snark.
And, as with previous Coulter appearances I’ve seen, the Q&A is better than the prepared remarks, because the lady is just so smart.
Q: Who do you like in 2012?
A:
We can’t tell them.
Let them know a month before the election.
The media wants to know who it is so that they can ferociously fixate on them.
Q: Have you ever dated a Liberal?
A:
The weren’t Liberal for long.