The Other McCain

"One should either write ruthlessly what one believes to be the truth, or else shut up." — Arthur Koestler

Bill Schmalfeldt Finally Gets His Reply

Posted on | July 28, 2013 | 245 Comments

Bill Schmalfeldt ranting, 2011. (Image via Thomas Anderson at Vimeo)

“I’m disgusted that it has come to this. I thought that Facebook, being an honorable organization that everybody loves, that everybody has heard of, would honor its own terms of service and remove this cancer, this tumor, this malignancy from its own service.”
— Bill Schmalfeldt, Dec. 15, 2011

“Just in case you ever entertain the thought that Bill Schmalfeldt might be sane, remember this: When accused of criminal harassment, Schmalfeldt’s reaction is . . . more harassment.. . .
“It’s as if he is incapable of learning anything, or is unable to restrain his insane urges to lash out at the targets of his obsessive rage.”
— Robert Stacy McCain, July 19

Every picture tells a story, as an old song says. In 2011, during the Wisconsin recall battle, Bill Schmalfeldt went to war against a Facebook group that was supporting Republican Gov. Scott Walker. The group calling itself “Operation Burn Notice” (OBN) was the subject of multiple posts Schmalfeldt wrote at Daily Kos.

About a Facebook group, you see.

Lacking all sense of proportion, Schmalfeldt’s war against this Facebook group became extremely bitter because, in essence, he began “doxing” the group’s members, publishing personal information about them, accusing them of crimes, etc., as he himself explained:

The cowards behind “Operation Burn Notice” can’t even be SHAMED into identifying themselves. . . .
I have mentioned three names that have been suggested to me as being involved in this OBN effort. I make no such assertions, other than to say every time I attempted to place a redacted version of a picture of these folks, their identities obscured, it was swiftly removed from their Facebook page.
[T]hese freedom-hating slugs . . . are discussing a crime that could land them in jail for 3-1/2 years and cost them $10,000 each.

This war-of-annihilation theme is a pattern in Bill Schmalfeldt’s online behavior and, whenever he fails to achieve his goals, he invariably claims that he is being victimized, that other people aren’t playing fair, and then attempts to play “Internet Cop,” threatening to have people arrested, to get them fired from their jobs, to sue them, to have their various Internet accounts shut down, etc. During the course of his obsessive anti-OBN jihad, Bill Schmalfeldt decided to give a 19-minute Terms of Service (TOS) lecture to Facebook:

Well, you know what they say about karma, right? About five months later, in May 2012, Bill Schmalfeldt put up a genuinely vile rant about anal sex at DailyKos and was banished. (He attempted to get back on DKos last week and was re-banished.)

It’s interesting how this cosmic principle operates: Bad things happen to bad people and, “Vengeance is mine; I will repay, saith the Lord.” The people in that Facebook group whom Schmalfeldt sought to persecute — claiming they were infringing his copyrights, among other things — had nothing to do with Schmalfeldt getting banished from Daily Kos. That was a self-inflicted wound, as such downfalls usually are. Bad people do bad things and get away with it, so they keep doing bad things until that day comes when they don’t get away with it. Thus Schmalfeldt is banned (again) from Daily Kos, while Barrett Brown is in federal custody, facing felony charges that could put him away for a long, long time.

“Pray for Ten Thousand Angels,” I said last November, when Bill Schmalfeldt’s relentless harassment finally escalated to the point that he was threatening to call my wife. That was the first time I ever posted a photo of Schmalfeldt. If you’ve been reading John Hoge’s blog lately, you know that Schmalfeldt filed a “Digital Millennium Copyright Act” notice, claiming Hoge had “stolen” Schmalfeldt’s intellectual property. Schmalfeldt also filed a DMCA notice with our web-hosting company, which is now handled through Ali Akbar’s Pundit Syndication LLC. This is being dealt with appropriately. (Click here to read Ali’s reply.)

Bill Schmalfeldt being who he is, however — which is to say, a deranged cyberstalking troll — has been ranting and raving on Twitter, demanding that I personally take notice of his nuisance claim.

So I decided that it was finally time to reply to e-mails Schmalfeldt sent me months ago. Five thousand words. Enjoy. — RSM Read more

Category: Bill Schmalfeldt

FMJRA 2.0: Atomic

Posted on | July 27, 2013 | 11 Comments

— compiled by Wombat-socho

Who Tipped BuzzFeed About Weiner’s Cyber-Girlfriend Sydney Leathers?

How Soon Will This Madness Stop? And How Much of a Damn Should I Give?

Mediocrity Celebrated, Greatness Ignored

Is There A ‘George Brotherman’, A ‘Chocolate Klansman’?

Rule 5 Sunday: Pyjamarama

‘Carlos Danger’ Is a Democrat’s Fake Name, But Sydney Leathers Is Real

Was Zimmerman ‘Profiling’?

Baby-Hater @AmandaMarcotte Rather Laments the Survival of the Royal Baby

Subway, the Anti-Rush Limbaugh Boycott and the Sad Debacle That Is #UniteBlue

 

FMJRA 2.0: As Falls Wichita…

 

An Entirely Random Observation About Etiquette and Dead Jew-Haters

 

Some Creepy People Get Arrested, and Speaking of Brett Kimberlin …

 

 

 

COPS SHOOT CRIMINALS; COMMUNISTS HATE COPS

 

Epic New Failure: DailyKos Re-Banishes Deranged Cyberstalker Bill Schmalfeldt

LIVE AT FIVE: 07.22.13

 

 

 

The World’s Youngest Blogger Salutes The New Brit: “Ask For An Aircraft Carrier.”

 

 

LIVE AT FIVETEN: 07.23.13

 

Breaking News: MSNBC’s Ed Schultz Is Still an Angry, Dishonest Partisan Liar

E.W. Jackson Refutes Making The Zimmerman Case A ‘Racial Confrontation’

 

 

LIVE AT FIVE: 07.24.13

 

Is McAuliffe Taking One For The Team, Or Do Dems Think Virginians That Stupid?

 

#BooksWithOneLetterMissing S.A.V.E: Shameless Acts of Vandalism & Ent.

 

LIVE AT FIVE: 07.25.13

Nora Louise Kuzma, Sydney Leathers: Commodities in a Sexual Marketplace

 

Project #Groundswell Memo, Number 17: What Conspiracy? Oh, That Conspiracy!

 

Huma Abedin Is So Hot, Her Creepy Husband Can’t Resist Other Women

 

LIVE AT FIVE: 07.26.13

 

Armageddon, U.S.A.: Because Nobody Cares About ‘Social Issues’ Anymore

21 Books, Part I

As Though I Never Have Anything Nice To Say About #OccupyResoluteDesk

Oh, That Saucy Drudge

Top linkers this week:

  1. Rick’s Crazed World (26, some the hard way)
  2. Regular Right Guy (11)
  3. (tied) Da Tech Guy, Lonely Conservative, and EBL (5 )

Thanks to everyone for their linkagery! Deadline to submit links for next week’s FMJRA is midnight on Friday, August 2.

Category: FMJRA Award

Whatever Your Problem Is, ‘Vote Democrat’ Is Never the Solution

Posted on | July 27, 2013 | 148 Comments

That’s a 10-word sentence that would fit on a T-shirt or a bumper sticker, or which any Republican politician could add to his stump speech — an effective answer to the perennial message that the Democrat Party offers to the aggrieved and malcontented.

Democrats and their media allies are very good at suggesting that people have problems that can be solved by liberal policies. Democrats imply or suggest that these problems — poverty, racism, violence, whatever — are somehow the fault of Republicans: “Corporate America,” for example, being a handy code, a way of telling the working class that those greedy Republicans are ripping them off. Mitt Romney was made into a proxy for irrational economic resentments, and his GOP handlers were unable to figure out how to combat this cunning theme.

Hey, guys, how about telling the simple truth? Like for example: “The Democrats are stirring up irrational economic resentments. Rich people aren’t the cause of our nation’s problems. You can’t blame ‘Corporate America’ for the job-killing effects of Democrat policies that most business leaders warned would be bad for the economy. And whatever your problem is, ‘vote Democrat’ is never the solution.”

(Crowd at Ohio rally goes wild with applause.)

No GOP consultant would ever approve that speech. A phrase like “irrational economic resentments” isn’t the kind of dumbed-down language GOP consultants recommend: Too many syllables — it sounds too smart. But voters are much smarter than GOP consultants give them credit for, and they don’t like being talked down to, as if they were too dumb to understand anything except Fourth-of-July platitudes about “good jobs” and making America great again.

It’s amazing how much better people respond when you talk to them as if they were intelligent grown-ups, and tell them the plain truth.

These thoughts were inspired by a Tweet from Tammy Bruce:

Calling attention to my 2008 column, “Future Ex-Democrats,” was not merely self-promotion, but an attempt to remind Republicans that they don’t have to write off vast demographic segments of the electorate. It’s not just that Tammy Bruce’s neighbor is a Hispanic who voted for Obama, but that Tammy Bruce herself is not exactly a stereotypical corn-fed Midwestern “family values” Republican.

Tammy Bruce is a secular Jewish lesbian feminist who was the president of the Los Angeles chapter of the National Organization of Women until a dispute over the O.J. Simpson trial woke her up to the brutal reality: Her allies in the feminist “sisterhood” were just a bunch of selfish dishonest power-oriented political hacks, which is another way of saying, they’re left-wing partisan Democrats.

As an ex-Democrat myself, I understand how that kind of political disillusionment can be. You grow up as a Democrat — and trust me, I came from a fiercely partisan Democrat family — you think that your party is the be-all end-all of political virtue. There is always some “cause” or inherited loyalty that explains your allegiance, some mythological explanation of why you owe everything to the Democrat Party because of what they did for “your people.” And if you’re that kind of Democrat, your mind is inevitably crowded with stereotypes and rationalizations for your allegiances. It doesn’t matter who you are, or what your rationalization for being a Democrat is, you learn — you are taught — to make “Republican” a synonym for whatever you hate.

Hating Republicans, however, won’t solve your problems. And the minute a Democrat figures that out, he’s not a Democrat anymore.

Between 1992 and 1996, I figured it out, and when I turned, I turned.

Folks, America is at a turning point now, this very minute. We can either keep going the way we’re going — the road to hell is paved by liberal Democrats — or we can turn the other way and try to get back to basic, common-sense American values. As Ronald Reagan once said, there are no easy answers, but there is a simple answer. It’s not really complicated, but it will take hard work and most of all, courage. We need leaders who are not afraid to speak simple truths.

The truth may not always be popular, but it is always the truth.

We have 45 million Americans on food stamps. We have a $16.9 trillion national debt that grows by about $3 billion every day.

We have an unemployment rate that is too high, and would be 40 percent higher if not for the millions of Americans who have simply given up trying to get a job, or who are scraping by with part-time jobs because of a Democrat “health care reform” law that discourages companies from hiring full-time workers. Vote Democrat!

Detroit went bankrupt after being promised by Democrats that the solution to their problem was a multi-billion-dollar bailout for the auto companies. Instead, the bailout was a ripoff that handed more money and power to the same corrupt labor union bosses who were the cause of the problem in the first place. But hey, vote Democrat!

How’s that “Arab Spring” working out for ya, huh? More than 100 protesters killed in Cairo, because vote Democrat!

We have a dead U.S. ambassador and three other Americans — including two former Navy SEALs — who were killed by radical Islamic terrorists armed with weapons provided through a secret State Department program. The administration started lying about the Benghazi attack on Day One and they’re still lying about it now, so . . . vote Democrat?

And let’s talk about spying, OK? If you’re afraid of the government reading your e-mail, just send an e-mail to the White House Press Office with “Benghazi” in the subject line. I guarantee you, they’ll never read that e-mail, and they sure as hell won’t answer it. Vote Democrat?

The FBI couldn’t stop the Boston bombers, maybe because they were too busy investigating the Associated Press and Fox News.

We have a president who praises communist dictators while the IRS is persecuting the president’s enemies. The husband of Hillary Clinton’s assistant is sending meat-tweets to 22-year-olds and the perverted Democrat mayor of San Diego says he’s “taking responsibility,” so he will run the mayor’s office from the psychiatric rehab facility where he’s getting therapy for his problems.

Please, explain to me again how Democrats will solve my problems, because maybe I didn’t quite understand it the first time.

The Democrat Party is a pathetic joke, and this would all be a whole lot funnier if it weren’t for the fact that millions of Americans are still laboring under the delusion that Democrats are the solution to their problems. In fact, Democrats are the problem.

 

 

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Do you agree with this? Does this represent the way you feel?  Then please help spread this message to your friends, family and neighbors. Post this to your Facebook page, or recommend it on Twitter, or send the link by e-mail to people you know. Send it to your favorite talk-radio host, or send it to your local Republican state representative or congressman, or the leaders of your local or state Republican Party.

Never underestimate your own influence. Don’t think that you’re a little nobody or that politicians are too important to listen to you. Don’t believe that America’s problems are so big that you can’t make difference, because you can make difference, if you try, and if you encourage the people you know to join you in the fight.

Thank you for reading, and please: Keep fighting every day!

— Robert Stacy McCain

 


Category: Conservatism 101

Oh, That Saucy Drudge

Posted on | July 26, 2013 | 48 Comments

by Smitty

Obama raises his hand for a point of order on the Snowden issue. Putin, holding a dead fish, looks down. Tee hee hee.

Stop mocking my President, Vlad! Stop, or I shall say “stop” again.

Category: humor

As Though I Never Have Anything Nice To Say About #OccupyResoluteDesk

Posted on | July 26, 2013 | 16 Comments

by Smitty

Category: Barack Obama, humor

21 Books, Part I

Posted on | July 26, 2013 | 34 Comments

— by Wombat-socho
I’ve been somewhat pressed for time this week, and mostly reading The Last Lion, so this is what you get for a book post. Originally published in various parts at my LiveJournal and in somewhat different form at Everything2.


If you’re looking for the Great Books, I’m afraid you’re going to be disappointed. Most of these books would probably make the average American Lit professor turn up his nose in scorn, but that’s okay; I’m not trying to impress anyone. These are the books that for one reason or another left their mark on me, changed my life in some subtle (or maybe not so subtle) way, and made me who I am.


The Gulag Archipelago, Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn
But now that State Security has seized the book anyway, I have no alternative but to publish it immediately.
People who think they’re living in a repressive police state here in America need to STFU and read this book, because they obviously have no idea what a real police state looks like or how it functions. Solzhenitsyn’s classic work of history, assembled painstakingly under the noses of the KGB, recounts the history of the massive prison camp system, the secret police organizations that built, staffed, and often died in it, the perverted legal system that fed it, and the twisted political system that gave birth to it in the midst of the Revolution. Solzhenitsyn dispels the myth that the GULAG was born from Stalin’s madness; rather, he makes clear that a system of this sort was what Lenin had in mind all along. I first read this book in junior high school, and if I had ever had any doubts about Communism, Solzhenitsyn killed those doubts forever. Coming on the heels of One Day In The Life Of Ivan Denisovich, it also determined my military career: I chose Russian over Chinese or Korean when I enlisted in the Army, because someday I wanted to read Arkhipelag’ GULag in the original Russian. It’s a tribute to the quality of instruction at the Defense Language Institute that I could do so without having to refer to my Smirnitsky Russian-English dictionary more than once every dozen pages.


Once An Eagle, Anton Myrer
So in the Libyan fable it is told- That once an eagle, stricken with a dart- Said, when he saw the fashion of the shaft: ‘With our own feathers, not by others’ hands- Are we now smitten’.
I don’t think there’s another book out there quite like Myrer’s classic novel about Sad Sam Damon and his nemesis, Courtney Massengale, who rise through the ranks of the Army’s officer corps from quite disparate origins. Sam Damon leaves Nebraska to enlist in the Army during the Mexican Expedition, wins the Medal of Honor, a battlefield commission, and a wife in World War I, while Massengale comes from a down-at-heels upper-class New York family, goes to West Point, and spends World War One as a staff officer far behind the lines. Damon takes care of his troops and leads from the front, while Massengale exemplifies the overly political staff officer, ultimately maneuvering his way into a corps command under MacArthur in World War II despite never previously commanding troops at all. The book has become a cult classic for Army and Marine officers alike for its stark, often brutal portrayal of the horror of war, the men who fight in them, and the women those men love.

I came across Once An Eagle in high school and have since read several paperback copies to death. There are a lot of lessons to be drawn from the book, but it wouldn’t be half as popular as it is if it weren’t such a damn good story in its own right. There are dozens of memorable characters, all of them fully-rounded people with their own stories…”Paprika Ben” Krisler, “Porky” Bannerman, Reb Raebyrne, Joe Brand, Emily Massengale, Tommy Damon, and most of all the protagonists themselves. Sam Damon is no stainless hero, and Courtney Massengale isn’t totally evil; Myrer shows them to us at their best and their worst. I have a weakness for well-written soap operas, and this globe-spanning masterpiece depicting the agonies and ecstasies of an Army officer’s career that spans the World Wars is one of the best. I really ought to get a hardback or Kindle copy one of these days.


Rocket Ship Galileo, Robert Heinlein
We have a tradition of freedom, personal freedom, scientific freedom. That freedom isn’t kept alive by caution and unwillingness to take risks.
This is actually the proxy for the half-dozen Heinlein juveniles that somehow had wound up in the collection of my elementary school in Maryland, which the librarian wished she could give me when I left the 6th grade for junior high since nobody else ever read them. This book, along with Time for the Stars, Between Planets, Farmer in the Sky and Space Cadet, really got me into the habit of reading science fiction, which I hadn’t really developed yet in spite of reading Madeline L’Engle’s A Wrinkle In Time back in second grade and Ray Bradbury|Bradbury’s The Martian Chronicles in third. Heinlein’s first juvenile novel recounts the adventures of the “Galileo Rocketry, Marching & Chowder Society”, four young high-school friends who get involved in a retired atomic scientist’s plan to convert a surplus UN suborbital mail rocket into a fission-powered craft capable of reaching the Moon. This they then do, but they find on arrival that they’re not the first humans to reach the moon, and that’s when the real fun starts. The first of a dozen or so juvenile novels written by Heinlein for Scribners; the last, Starship Troopers is probably the most famous.


This Time Let’s Not Eat the Bones, Bill James
The minor leagues as they exist today are an abomination in the sight of the Lord.
Like Rocket Ship Galileo, this is a stand-in for all the Baseball Abstracts and Baseball Books I dug into when I was falling back into love with baseball in the winter of 1989-1990. I don’t think it’s an understatement to say that Bill James changed the way a lot of fans looked at baseball; he coined the word “sabermetrics” and over the course of his twenty-plus years of writing has begun to have an effect on the way some front offices work. The thing is, most people assume that he’s a “figger filbert”, some kind of mad statistician who thinks everything can be explained by the numbers, when in fact he’s gone to a great deal of trouble explaining why that attitude is pure bullshit. What Bill James is, really, is a scientist who has turned the scientific method on baseball. What are the facts, and what do they mean? This is the question he constantly asks in all his books, and when you get right down to it, it’s the reason he’s working for the Red Sox now, because John Henry don’t want to hear no jockstrap bullshit, he wants to know what the facts are and what they mean, and between Bill James and his disciple Eddie Epstein, I don’t think there’s two better guys for coming up with the answers to those questions.
Bill James is responsible, along with the fellow who wrote the article in Smithsonian magazine on the League of Nations rotisserie baseball league, for restoring my love for baseball after Bob Short killed it in 1972. I got interested in Rotisserie baseball, then involved in a Pursue the Pennant league, began scoring for STATS, Inc. during the horrible summer that was the 1990 Minnesota Twins|Twins season, and wound up reading (and buying) a metric buttload of baseball books. Not too surprisingly, a lot of them (The Politics of Glory, to name but one of many) were written by Bill James, but I would recommend this one as a good starting point. It’s out of print, but there are plenty of used copies out there; maybe one of these days some savvy publisher will get James to polish it up so they can offer a second edition.


Sharpe’s Rifles, Bernard Cornwell
” What the hell is this bloody army coming to? He’s a jumped-up sergeant, Johnny! He isn’t even a real officer! And in the Rifles, too!”
This is one of several books I went looking for after seeing the TV or movie adaptations, although since I hadn’t seen the credits to the show I thought I was looking for Rifleman Dodd by C.S. Forester. Fortunately, the folks at the now-defunct Baxter’s Books were able to get me pointed in the right direction, and so I began a long hunt through the libraries and bookstores for more books about the scarred, ill-starred officer of the 95th Rifles. Unlike Forester’s books, these are not stories suitable for children: there’s enough gory death and violent sex (to say nothing of rape) to earn these books an R rating at the very least, if they were ever faithfully brought to the big screen. They do have the virtue of being accurate, though; Bernard Cornwell|Cornwell has unquestionably done his homework – which is more than one can say for the idiot who cast Daragh O’Malley as the hulking Sergeant Harper in the TV series. On the other hand, casting Sean Bean as Sharpe was pure genius, so I guess overall it’s a wash.
The Sharpe novels are historical novels at their best: they give you an unflinching look at life in the period when they take place, and England during the Napoleonic Wars was a damned interesting place. One sees both the extreme poverty of the London rookeries and the often-corrupt but quite stylish Court society, sometimes all in the same novel (Sharpe’s Regiment) while other novels delve into the shadowy world of espionage and counter-espionage in which even strong men like Richard Sharpe are just pawns in the hands of the game masters. (Sharpe’s Sword). Some people draw parallels between Cornwell’s Sharpe and Fleming’s Bond; this isn’t fair to Sharpe, who isn’t the sociopath that Bond rather obviously is. Sharpe loves his men and his wives in a way that Bond never could, and I would argue that leading men from the front in the Napoleonic Wars takes a sight more courage than facing off against SPECTRE or SMERSH, if only because Sharpe knew he couldn’t rely on H.M. Government to take care of him if things went sideways. Excellent, excellent fiction and a worthy complement to our next book…


Beat to Quarters, C. S. Forester
During this first hour of the day the captain was not to be spoken to, nor his train of thought interrupted.
Unlike the previous two books, I discovered the shy, solitary captain of the Lydia one winter when I was a child, sick abed and plowing through a set of Reader’s Digest Condensed Books for Children. I’m a sucker for a complex, sympathetic character, and Horatio Hornblower certainly is one; also, I was a sucker for a heroic fight against long odds, and Hornblower’s cruise was definitely one of those after another, even without the romantic subplot involving Lady Barbara Wellesley. (Oh, my! #^_^#) Like Sharpe’s Rifles, this book sent me off on a hunt for the other books in the (quite extensive) Hornblower saga, which I someday hope to sit down and read IN ORDER for the first time.
What can I really say about the Hornblower novels that hasn’t already been said a million times? C.S. Forester’s lonely captain has been the inspiration for dozens of others, including one starship captain from Riverside, Iowa and another whose career was less spectacular but arguably more colorful. Oh, yes, there’s the Salamander as well. Still, Forester’s novels deserve to be read for their own sake and not as some literary archetype. They’re great sea tales and wonderful stories. Read them, and read them to your kids.


365 Days, Ronald Glasser
And so it goes, and the gooks know it. They will drop the point, trying not to kill him but to wound him, to get him screaming so they can get the medic too. He’ll come. They know he will.
Ronald J. Glasser was a pediatrician assigned to the Army station hospital in Camp Zama, Japan, during the Vietnam War. Times being what they were, he found himself working on a lot of the wounded who had been medevac’d from the war zone, and eventually writing about the experience. 365 Days isn’t Glasser’s story; it isn’t even a coherent narrative. What it is, is a collection of vignettes about Americans in Vietnam, pretty much as Glasser says in the foreword that I quoted at the beginning of this. Some of them are gripping. Some are sad. Some are extremely creepy (“Gentlemen, It Works” in particular) while others are grimly amusing (“No Fucken Cornflakes”) – and some will leave scars. You’ll know them when you find them.
There have been a lot of books written about Vietnam, and I probably read far too many of them when I was in high school. I’m pretty sure it affected how I viewed the Army, and not for the better; all the more so since the Army of the 1980s in Europe was not what it had been during Vietnam. So much the worse for me. This book, though, I couldn’t stay away from. I must have checked out every copy from the county library and the local base libraries at least half a dozen times, reading and re-reading it from cover to cover. I’ve long since worn out my first copy, and the second one’s spine is starting to go. I don’t know if I can really call it one of my favorite books, but it’s a part of who I am, and it would bother me not to have a copy on hand.


Category: Books

Armageddon, U.S.A.: Because Nobody Cares About ‘Social Issues’ Anymore

Posted on | July 26, 2013 | 61 Comments

First, the headlines:

Amanda Bynes — Doctors Win Bid
to Keep Her in Psych Ward
— TMZ

Sydney Leathers Details Being At Center
Of Anthony Weiner Sexting Scandal
— Inside Edition

Weiner Had at Least 13 Sexting Partners
— 3 After He Left Congress
— American Power

Four More Women Accuse Filner
— KPBS-TV, San Diego

San Diego mayor to seek therapy
for ‘inexcusable’ behavior
— The Hill

Democratic Party officials ask
San Diego Mayor Bob Filner to quit 
— Los Angeles Times

Obama Says Vietnamese Dictator
Inspired by Founding Fathers
— Fox News

Miley Cyrus … POSES NUDE
— TMZ

Now, the serious commentary: These are not the disease, these are merely symptoms of the disease, and the pattern is not coincidental.

Why has Amanda Bynes gone crazy? Why is Sydney Leathers being treated like a celebrity? Why can’t Anthony Weiner remember how many women he “sexted”? Why is Miley Cyrus naked? Why does Bob Filner think “therapy,” and not resignation, is the answer?

Don’t tell me we don’t know the answer to why President Ho Chi Minh is in the White House and Amanda Bynes is in the nuthouse. This kind of escalating madness doesn’t “just happen,” does it?

Quem deus vult perdere, prius dementat.

Finally, the random sarcasm:


 

Category: Fear. Loathing., Scandal, Sex

Mediocrity Celebrated, Greatness Ignored

Posted on | July 26, 2013 | 30 Comments

And douchebags insufficiently denounced:

Liberal bias is not a matter of unfairness, but rather a matter of dishonesty — deliberately ignoring some facts, and misrepresenting other facts, in order to misinform the public by portraying to them a politically falsified view of events and personalities. If there were ever any honest person employed by the  New York Times (we stipulate the hypothetical), that person would have been obligated to quit Thursday morning, when the banner headline on the front page of the paper should have been: “ANDREW BREITBART WAS RIGHT.” (An appropriate subhead might be, “Anthony Weiner Is a Typically Dishonest Democrat Dirtbag.”) Cheating a great man out of his posthumous vindication is, however, just small change in the vast franchise of journalistic dishonesty of which the New York Times is the flagship enterprise. The fundamental falsehood of the whole Big Lie business is that Democrats are virtuous simply because they are Democrats, which is the only reason any fool ever could have thought a wretched human stain like Anthony Weiner worthy of admiration. . . . .

You can read the whole thing at The American Spectator.

 


Category: American Spectator, Anthony Weiner, Media Bias, New York Times
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