EXCLUSIVE: Situation Room Map Boosts Obama’s “Victory in Europe” Claim

by Smitty

HotAir has the scoop about the blowback over this SOTU passage:

We’re upholding the principle that bigger nations can’t bully the small–by opposing Russian aggression, supporting Ukraine’s democracy, and reassuring our NATO allies.

Sissypuss the Blog Kitty was able to sneak into the Situation Room, where #OccupyResoluteDesk does all that there “strategery” stuff with Al Sharpton, Joe Biden, and Van Jones. This photo of Obama’s NATO Strategic Vision totally refute what those “Jaycee” dudes with all the brass are saying:
General Van Jones said so
Anybody that thinks sixten* armies in the Urkraine isn’t enough to deter Vladimir doesn’t know we’re going to drop a monster set of cards, pour guys into Southern Europe, and make a flanking move through the Middle East, cleaning up ISIS (shown here in red) en passant. If that doesn’t shut up the peanut gallery of patriots with deflated balls, nothing will.

Hot Obama leadership tips #39: “The key to sounding confident is arranging the map just so.”


*Thanks to kzintis for a little help in the comments. “First day, new eyes.”

Let Me Be Perfectly Clear. . .

by Smitty

  • Bulungi is not an actual country.
  • “Profits insulting” is a play on “Insulting the Prophet”
  • The whole gag is a Benghazi reference, specifically to throwing Nakoula Nakoula in the joint.

Note that no religious figures have been explicitly depicted (much less, mentioned) in the making of this joke.

REVEALED: Colonel Jessup’s Bean Jones

by Smitty

The World Is Safe From Me Cramming Wool Up My Backside & Using It To Knit

by Smitty

In stark raving sane contrast to some woman in Australia, I just want everyone to know that the general relaxation I find in doing knitting and crochet (at least I used to, before fatherhood) will not be enhanced through caching the material in a (presumably cleaned and suitably prepared) body cavity.

. . .the performance project aims to address taboos surrounding female genitals and a woman’s body in general, similar to the many provocative endeavors spearheaded by Jenkin’s art activism group, Craft Cartel.

One hopes, as a matter of public safety, that Jenkins doesn’t seek to address taboos surrounding metal knitting needles and electrical outlets. Because I just don’t know if that kind of hardcore Raising Awareness about the need to Make a Difference while being all Mindful and stuff could blow my year’s supply of General Empathy for People Committed to Creative Stupidity, and it’s still the first week in January.

I realize I’m probably being Politically Incorrect, and could trigger some hardcore feminist animus against this blog. Feminists do love this blog, right, Stacy? But let me just  go there anyway. You’re supposed to respect and admire this perversion of human flesh, if a suitably empowered person such as Jenkins does it.

Do keep it at the forefront of your mind  that, were, say, Larry Flynt to commission a set of Jenkins-style silk stockings from some 3rd world location doubling as an artillery range, such artifacts would (probably) be exploitative, misogynistic, and despicable. Even if he paid substantial wages for the accessories.

The moral of this story is that, in our Brave Feminist Future,  absolutely no *pussyfooting* around with art will be tolerated.

via Instapundit

Dave Barry Rocks

by Smitty

Another righteous outing from the great humorist:

DECEMBER
… President Obama, moving to fill the Cabinet vacancy created by the resignation of Chuck Hagel, announces — in what is seen as a major shift in military policy — that his new Secretary of Defense will be Chuck Norris. The nomination is swiftly approved by the Senate Armed Services Committee after Norris, in lieu of making an opening statement at his confirmation hearing, reduces the witness table to kindling with his forehead.

Read the whole, delightful thing.

Christmas…Christmas Never Changes.

— by Wombat-socho


Between Obama sucking the Castro brothers’ toes and the pathetic behavior of Sony and Paramount, this has been a pretty miserable day. Yet, all is not lost – there are still a few brave (and funny) souls out there mocking the idiocies of the left for your entertainment. One of them, of course, is the International Lord of Hate, better known as SF/Fantasy author Larry Correia. For six years in a row, he’s delivered excerpts from his series of Christmas novels, The Christmas Noun, and this year is no exception. This year, though, can Tim save Christmas from the reality-warping horror that is…Attack of the Social Justice Noun? Features guest stars Darius Rucker and Wendell the Manatee.


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When Parody Unites With The Subject

Leftist propaganda webesite [email protected] was humiliated today when a bug in their anti-Second Amendment screed generator script triggered an accidental posting following the Antares rocket explosion at Wallops Island, Virginia.

Sissypuss the Blog Kitty, quick to spot a red herring, managed a screencap before the mistake was taken offline:

Working his extensive source list, he caught up with script whiz kid Ezra “EZ” Kleindrubble in EZ’s mother’s suburban Denver basement.
Sissypuss: That burning smell. Is that what I think it is?
EZ: Wha? Oh, that’s the, um, neighbors. They’ve been partying more or less continuously since that far-out new law was passed.

S: Right. Now, what do you know about the anti-Second Amendment effort in this country?
EZ: Oh, that rich dork from New York, Michael Blooper. He’s throwing all kinds of money around. So, like, this chick at CU Denver in my Comp Sci course is all like: “Dude, you really know Python. How’d you like to score a little cash and help the cause?”
And I’m all: “No way.”
And she’s all: “Way.”
And I’m all–

S: So, she gave you some requirements?
EZ: Dude, you’re missing the part where I tried to make a pass at her and she showed me a stack of forms and I was all: “No way.”

S: And she was all: “Way”?
EZ: Dude, were you spying on me?

S: Let’s just say you that read like a lousy blog post.
EZ: Yeah. Anyway, so I’m like hacking on any major tragic event, lifting out keywords, matching them against a database of crappy phrases they gave me, and presto: your last six months of MSNBC. How’d you like my Ferguson, Missouri work?

S: [puking sounds] Sorry about the hairball there in the middle of your roaches, man.
EZ: No worries. They give us all the dope we can smoke, as long as we keep the propaganda coming.

S: So, that’s an encouragement. What made your code blow up like the Antares rocket at Wallops, then?
EZ: Oh, probably some regular expression cock-up. “Strings will hang you,” as they say.

S: Do they? What about S@lon’s vaunted “layers of fact checkers and editors”?
EZ: That bunch of Haighters? They haven’t even shown up to work since last spring, for all they answer the phone. I just have my scripts generate content, and up it goes.

S: That explains much. What about the vaunted Joan Walsh?
EZ: She never recovered from that time John Travolta hit her in the sternum with the horse needle.

S: Dude, that’s a scene from Pulp Fiction.
EZ: Where do you thing Tarantino gets his crazier ideas?

S: I’d have said Valerie Jarrett.
EZ: It’s certainly not rocket science.

S: No, and neither is code. Look: you’re a techie. Why do smart, capable people support moronic ideas like smoking dope and eliminating the Second Amendment in the first place?
EZ: Dude, man: capitalism is like work, or something.