Romney and the ankle-biters

Well, I see the 2012 presidential election campaign has already started. The Comrade, clutching desperately for some "base" of any kind, has announced that, personally, he's in favor of same-sex marriage. However, he also makes clear that this is his own personal opinion, and he apparently has no intention of doing anything about it politically. Marriage laws should be determined by the states, he says.

A perfect example of "leading from behind." That is, with no guts, commitment, or detectable usefulness. Except it seems that many of his campaign "bundlers," who collect donations for him, are gay. If they were aliens from zeta reticulii, I suppose the Comrade would quietly suggest the Air Force reopen Project Blue Book.

So, by way of contrast and comparison, somebody on the Comrade's campaign staff, working in conjuction with the Washington Post or NY Times, or some other socialist mouthpiece, dug up an incident from Mitt Romney's past. Supposedly while Romney was in prep school, he and a bunch of lugs cornered some misfit who'd dyed his hair blond, and they cut the guy's hair off.

Turns out, the guy was gay, though Romney says he doesn't remember the incident, and didn't know the guy was gay. And the guy died about 2004, so he's -- very conveniently -- not available for comment. His family released a statement saying they don't like the way he was portrayed.

So anyway, whatever yellow rag ran that story -- which was 5,000+ words, by the way, an absolutely unheard of length in this day and age -- is no doubt just now researching the several years that the Comrade shared an apartment in Harlem with a drug dealer -- a guy who, by the way, seems to still be a drug dealer. The journalists are, no doubt, looking up stories from the Comrade's past about his own use of cocaine and marijuana, and perhaps how he helped cut the coke with baby laxative and ran bags for his roommate. We can only wonder if he was involved in collections.

More realistically, we'll probably wait a long, long time for that story.

But the thing is -- is this the worst they can come up about Mitt Romney? "Boy, that Mitt Romney, he sure did some stupid things in high school."

So, seems he's human, after all.

And the Comrade enjoyed a big fundraising dinner at George Clooney's house the other night. Got to meet all the Big Stars. I suppose the Comrade promised to make them all exempt from the Tax the Rich bullshit thing.

Except for Jon Lovitz, of course, who described the Comrade as a "f***ing ***hole." Poor Lovitz probably wasn't invited to the big "do" at Clooney's. I bet he's all depressed about that... that's the ticket.

And no matter the Comrade's "personal evolution" to embrace same-sex marriage, Barney Fudd, who's recently decided to marry his boyfriend of many years -- nothing brings people closer than running an escort service from their Georgetown townhouse -- is not inviting the Comrade to the wedding.

Let me tell you one thing that has always troubled me about the Comrade. When he gets around people who applaud him -- from movie stars to the great unwashed masses -- he gets this absolutely giddy, mindless expression on his face. Hate to say it, but it's like he having an orgasm. Just watch sometime. It's scary. It's, like, well, pathological. Sort of a really dangerous narcissism. It's like he has no real self-respect, just a profound hunger for someone to pat him on the head and tickle behind his ears. How much is he willing to sell out to gratify that neurosis?

I'm starting to really like Mitt Romney. Not just in the spirit of "anybody but Obama," but because I think Romney really is a decent, dedicated person who has a functioning brain. He doesn't seem too perturbed about the "ankle-biters" buzzing and stinging like swamp vermin looking for a place to attach and suck some blood. And Romney shouldn't pay attention to this silly crap, anyway. Because it is silly crap.

The campaign so far isn't vicious so much as juvenile.

Enough for now.

Save the Republic.

The man who shot Osama bn Laden

Well, busy day, May 1. OWies on parade all over the USA. Apparently comfortable in the belief that he'd left his marxists peeps in control, the Comrade flew to Afghanistan.

I'll just say that it makes me uncomfortable to see the Comrade overseas. God only knows what he's getting us into. He seems to have signed some kind of agreement with some Afghani official. Haven't seen the details, but congress has to approve treaties, etc. And the Taliban blew up a marketplace in Kabul to celebrate the whole event.

So what's the deal, anyway? The Comrade actually flying halfway around the world to remind US voters that he gave the OK to kill Osama bn Ladn. And/or does he think the war in Afghanistan is popular?

Nothing for days from the White House except how the Comrade was behind the assassination of Osama bn Laden. The DNC or somebody even put out a little video, featuring "Can't Keep It Zipped" Bill Clinton lavishing all kinds of praise on the Comrade for this. Clinton himself, over-rated halfwit that he is, had two chances to kill bn Laden -- before 9/11 -- and Clinton choked both times. So no wonder he marvels at the Comrade's "courage." Clinton has so little himself.

And Joe Biden, his expression like that of the annoying drunk who sits next to you in a bar and claims to tell you "the truth" about the moon landing, yacks about how great the Comrade is for approving the killing of bn Laden. Even though, at the time it was going down, Biden advised the Comrade NOT to do it. Biden also insinuated that Mitt Romney wouldn't have done it. Which is just a stupid comment, but sort of predictable, since it's from Biden.

The democrats are such monumental hypocrites it's almost funny.

But at least the Comrade found something to run on. Although many pundits have found it "unseemly" to self-congratulate for killing somone -- even bn Laden.

I think the whole thing is kind of pathetic. Comrade living on borrowed glory he snatches from the Navy Seals -- because the Comrade actually has not accomplished one other thing that the public approves of.

We only have to deal with the crap for a few more months.

Save the Republic.

May Day, m'aidez

Yesterday was the first of May, traditionally a day of celebration for marxists all over the world. It was on May Day in the old USSR that authorities would have a huge parade, soldiers marching in strict lockstep, accompanied by tanks and missilles on trucks. The current authoritarian dictator would stand on a balcony of the Kremlin. Some stern-faced and committed, others more friendly. It was always a big show.

So, figures, May Day was the day designated for OWie demonstrations across the country. A group of self-identified OWies (and is there any other kind?) apparently had plans to blow up a bridge in Ohio. In Oakland, Seattle, Portland, and perhaps some other places, they smashed store windows, threw bricks and other debris at each other, even lobbed a few molotov cocktails, and in other ways vandalized commercial areas. In New York, apart from screwing up traffic, they sent bags of white powder to bank execs. The powder turned out to be corn starch. Otherwise, the OWies just made general public nuisances of themselves.

I still don't understand what they're whining about Honestly, what are they protesting? Just a general, "Man, life really sucks." What?? Like a two-year-old having a temper fit? What??

Apparently they were joined/supported by labor unions. What are the unions whining about? They're "Comrade's Pet." Why are they complaining? No work? Hey, union dudes, pull a few strings, get fat-ass Trumpka and butthead Hoffa Jr. to get the Comrade to release his chokehold on the Keystone Pipeline. The work is there, just Washington being anal-retentive.

Honestly, I don't get it. Exactly what "message" am I supposed to be receiving? Because all I'm getting out of this is that there are quite a few rather stupid and easly-led people who want to get on the TV news. They appear to have rather poor impulse control. Other than that, I don't know.

OK, so there's May Day -- first day of May. Then there's m'aidez -- which is French for "Help me." Both are pronounced like "may day." It's the second that serves as a desperate, last-minute communication sent by ships at sea who find themselves in trouble.

So this message from the OWies is probably fitting. They seem to need all the help they can get -- hope they find other-than-tax-payers to fund it.

Or maybe for the next couple days, they should just go sit in the corner.

Save the Republic.