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by Smitty

There is nothing — nothing — in politics that is less useful than pundits sitting around blathering about who the presidential nominee is going to choose as his running mate. Grant that most pundit blather about politics is fairly useless, and yet there is still a special place in Hell reserved for people who waste our valuable time playing the “veepstakes” game.

Nia-Malika Henderson of the Washington Post earns herself another million years of excrutiating torment in the afterlife for “Bobby Jindal’s Stock on the Rise,” the infernal hosts will inflict unimaginable pain on Jeff Zeleny of the New York Times for “Pawlenty Looked at as Romney Running Mate,” and Beelzebub is stockpiling extra brimstone in anticipation of the infinite horrors Alexander Bolton of The Hill has earned in recompense for imposing “John Thune rising: GOP senator on Romney’s veepstakes and his future” on mankind.

If you are tempted to click one of those links and actually read one of those worthless wastes of pixels, I urge you to resist that temptation. Reading “veepstakes” articles will destroy your soul. They are Satan’s snares, as are all cable-news veepstakes roundtable discussions, and the pundits who participate in them are all doomed to burn in the same circle of Hell as Tom Eagleton and Nelson Rockefeller.

by Smitty

[applause]

Thank you. Thank YOU. Oh, and Thank you, too. I’d also like to thank the Academy, and Robert Stacy McCain’s bad self for roping me into blogging and social media.

[applause]

Finally got to that pinnacle of Twitter success, the Twitchy post. Sure, I’d participated in the hash tag games before, but last night I got in early enough, before IowaHawk or ExJon blew it away with some caustic riff, and did the following:

#ObamaBooks The Protocols of the Bitter Cling-on Elders of the Tea Parties

— Chris Smith (@smitty_one_each) July 14, 2012

[cracks knuckles]

I am so nearly almost kind of a big deal now.

by Smitty

She does not, as Breitbart claims, explicitly name the network that does not take editorial direction from her, but one may infer the network whose name rhymes with ‘jocks’ from Valerie’s line of bollocks:

The atmosphere in all 57 states will improve when that Jezebel is distanced from the levers of power.

by Smitty

Soldier’s Angels is a fine charity. Since I’m not traipsing about the Hindu Kush, dressed like a modern centurion, sweating my hoo-hah off this year, it seems like time to get with the program.

This blog would like to do something outlandish, unusual, and totally Navy. I will crush all comers with a ferocity that would make Conan the Barbarian look like he’s gearing up for Bronycon by comparison. Here’s how the challenge works:

• You go to cue me on Twitter or email that you’d really, really like to make a Solider’s Angels donation.
• You meet me on games.com.
• You get flogged relentlessly about the head and shoulders.
• Loser (that’s you) is on their honor to donate $1/point by which they lose to Soldier’s Angels.

Stand by to get beat. In particular, I’d like to call out that noxious knuckle-dragger, The Troglopundit. That guy just ain’t packin’ the gear.

by Smitty

Mead on Soros on Europe:

. . .see what one of the EU’s truest friends thinks about the future of the “fantastic object” on which so many hopes have been placed.

The Soros article that Mead references is here. For a quick skim (I’ve reviewed Soros’s ideas here) the main thing still missing in George’s thinking is anything from the Austrian School that points out the existential impossibility of Holy Government and legislation offering any human redemption.

When you look at the Lefty outfits that Soros more or less overtly funds in the U.S., it’s hard to envision George as a true friend of anyone except perhaps George Soros. Remarks like the one above make me wonder just what has crept into Mead’s coffee cup.

by Smitty

I suppose the newly gay Green Lantern might sell in ‘Frisco, New York, and Addams-Morgan. But how many heterosexual parents with hopes of grandchildren are actually going to expose children to this dead end?

My guess is: not enough to keep the story going, irrespective of the rest of its artistic merit. Fact is, I can’t muster much more than a Sunday installment of Day by Day. I bought a copy of The Watchmen, which is great, and made it about a third of the way through.

The new Green Lantern will join all of those “strainin’ hard, tryin’ to mainstream homosexuality” sitcoms on the scrapheap.

Update: “Americans Have No Idea How Few Gay People There Are.” Must be their low replacement rate.