What is most noticeable about the Bernie Sanders campaign is how cavalierly it treats the Democratic Party, and how many Sanderites would wish to destroy the party that they claim they belong to.
Most of Bernie's acolytes and devotees refuse to accept that defeating the Republican candidate is far more important than their unrealistic goals, and that their threats of boycotting the election if their hero is not the candidate, when put into action, will give us Trump.
I do not like being blackmailed by the "Occupy" movement.
This is an election year. Now is not the time for a structural overhaul of the Democratic Party, nor for obdurate threats of destruction and sabotage. Especially not by people who until Bernie Sanders entered the race were not even remotely concerned, only barely involved, and, many of them, too apathetic to do anything before now. As reviews of their personal histories on Facebook, Twitter, and elsewhere on the internet attest.
Boys, please consider that if your behaviour allows Trump to win, you will be in very real danger yourselves.
Probably not just from Trump.
BTW: How nice that you are finally paying attention to politics! And after all these years! That's just so precious!
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Showing posts with label Sanders. Show all posts
Wednesday, May 18, 2016
Thursday, May 05, 2016
FOAMING AT THE MOUTH FOR SANDERS
One of my friends posts seven or eight vicious anti-Hillary messages a day, firm in the belief that if he just keeps doing the Republicans' dirty work, we will all swing massively behind Bernie Sanders. The idea that a venomous hate-fest among Democratic ranks will somehow defeat Trump in November truly baffles me.
I like Sanders. But Bernie won't get the nomination, and he just does not have the financial backing to wage war on Trump.
The most important thing is blowing the fascist out of the water.
Too much is at stake to go full-tilt Berniac.
A campaign requires money.
He has none.
If course, if you truly want to prevent Hillary from getting the nomination, keep taking your tropes and memes from Fox and the ultra-right. That's what they want, and you are clearly incapable of reason at this point.
Kermit the Frog would make a better president than any of the candidates, but I am a realist, and he doesn't stand an amphibian's chance in hell, so I'm not ramming him down anyone's throat.
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I like Sanders. But Bernie won't get the nomination, and he just does not have the financial backing to wage war on Trump.
The most important thing is blowing the fascist out of the water.
Too much is at stake to go full-tilt Berniac.
A campaign requires money.
He has none.
If course, if you truly want to prevent Hillary from getting the nomination, keep taking your tropes and memes from Fox and the ultra-right. That's what they want, and you are clearly incapable of reason at this point.
Kermit the Frog would make a better president than any of the candidates, but I am a realist, and he doesn't stand an amphibian's chance in hell, so I'm not ramming him down anyone's throat.
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Wednesday, October 14, 2015
HUCKABEE, DOGS, AND TWEETS; BLUNT TRAUMA TO THE BRAIN
Not Trump. Not Jindal. Not Rubio, Cruz, or Bush. The biggest dick among the republican clowns running for presidential candidate may very well be the clueless formah gubnah of Arkinsah, Mike Huckabee.
Who is the father of dog-killer David Huckabee.
This is what the aforementioned formah gubnah tweeted yesterday:
"I trust Bernie Sanders with my tax dollars like I trust a North Korean chef with my labrador!"
Um, what?
Does this man not realize that cracking jokes about people eating dog meat is rightly considered hugely racist? And that he just shot himself in the foot?
Not that I mind Southern Baptists OR southern republicans saying stupid things.
It's why all true Americans look at them with kindness.
The more of them do that, the better.
Who can forget this classic:
"I would love to know more. What I know is troubling enough. And one thing that I do know is his having grown up in Kenya, his view of the Brits, for example, is very different than the average American."
Are all southerners stupid dumb-ass twats?
No, not all. By no means all.
Not even Mike.
AFTER WORD
Governor Huckabee once said that Beyoncé's lyrics were "obnoxious and toxic mental poison." Which is entirely correct. One rather wishes that Bubba Hucka would limit his utterances to critiques of modern music.
Perhaps mixed in with occasional recipes for possum and coon.
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LAGNIAPPE
Possum with young potatoes is an excellent dish, by the way, suitable for a family of four. Strip and gut the possum, cut off head, claws, and tail. Rinse very well.
Cut it into large pieces like you would a bird, and simmer in lightly salted water with a bay leaf and a dash of vinegar till tender. About an hour and a half to two hours, but that really depends on the beast.
Boil about three or four pounds of young fingerlings separately, along with two or three chunked carrots.
Then place the possum in an oven-proof dish, arrange the potatoes and carrots around the meat, along with whole jalapeños if you like, and lay four to eight strips of apple-wood smoked bacon overall.
Brown in the oven.
The average wild possum yields about three pounds of usable meat.
At least, around here they do. But avoid urban possum.
City possums are scavengers.
Southerners prefer possum with sweet potatoes, but I am not a fan.
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Who is the father of dog-killer David Huckabee.
This is what the aforementioned formah gubnah tweeted yesterday:
"I trust Bernie Sanders with my tax dollars like I trust a North Korean chef with my labrador!"
Um, what?
Does this man not realize that cracking jokes about people eating dog meat is rightly considered hugely racist? And that he just shot himself in the foot?
Not that I mind Southern Baptists OR southern republicans saying stupid things.
It's why all true Americans look at them with kindness.
The more of them do that, the better.
Who can forget this classic:
"I would love to know more. What I know is troubling enough. And one thing that I do know is his having grown up in Kenya, his view of the Brits, for example, is very different than the average American."
Are all southerners stupid dumb-ass twats?
No, not all. By no means all.
Not even Mike.
AFTER WORD
Governor Huckabee once said that Beyoncé's lyrics were "obnoxious and toxic mental poison." Which is entirely correct. One rather wishes that Bubba Hucka would limit his utterances to critiques of modern music.
Perhaps mixed in with occasional recipes for possum and coon.
* * * * *
LAGNIAPPE
Possum with young potatoes is an excellent dish, by the way, suitable for a family of four. Strip and gut the possum, cut off head, claws, and tail. Rinse very well.
Cut it into large pieces like you would a bird, and simmer in lightly salted water with a bay leaf and a dash of vinegar till tender. About an hour and a half to two hours, but that really depends on the beast.
Boil about three or four pounds of young fingerlings separately, along with two or three chunked carrots.
Then place the possum in an oven-proof dish, arrange the potatoes and carrots around the meat, along with whole jalapeños if you like, and lay four to eight strips of apple-wood smoked bacon overall.
Brown in the oven.
The average wild possum yields about three pounds of usable meat.
At least, around here they do. But avoid urban possum.
City possums are scavengers.
Southerners prefer possum with sweet potatoes, but I am not a fan.
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Thursday, July 02, 2015
BUBBA JINDAL: A DUCK DYNASTY KIND OF DUDE
This blogger is looking forward to the upcoming presidential election.
Especially after listening to someone last night voicing strong opinions, to wit: Both Hillary and Jeb are corporate stooges, their corporations being their respective parties and the policies that those parties stand for. The Trump will drop out of the race before he has to disclose his assets, and having a history of bankruptcies, the Trump should not be considered a business success so much as a rather limp-dicked failure. Bernie Sanders doesn't stand a chance, alas, and most of the Republican candidates are rather remarkably stupid.
Well, he's got several good points.
He also mentioned a hairpiece.
Donald Trump's dead rat.
I would vote for the rodent before I would ever vote for the rearendwipe underneath it.
One candidate we didn't discuss was Bobby Jindal. Who is probably the worst clown of the dozen-plus to have rolled out of the Volkswagen.
Christie was mentioned, but not Bobby.
Honestly, what can one say about a man who set about destroying his own state? Who converted to a repulsive religion, and may very well have done so because it was socially and politically expedient? A politician who over a decade-and-a-half has managed to fritter away brain cells and positive regard at lightening speed?
About the best that can be said for him is that he suffers from Stockholm Syndrome and a Napoleon Complex simultaneously.
But we didn't talk about him. Good whisky, wine, and cigars (actually, a pipe in my case) are not improved by bringing up sewage.
The next eighteen months will be entertaining.
APPENDIX
My tobacco: Grep Pease's Sixpence, which is a richly evocative relative of one of his previous offerings, namely the Navigator, albeit bolder and requiring a more contemplative approach. Followed by one of my own concoctions; a span of aged Virginias, mostly on the blonde side, with the merest dab of Perique (a dark oily fermented condimental leaf from Bobby Jindal's own state).
Cigars enjoyed, by the other gentlemen: Camacho Corojo, made with a pungent leaf originally grown in Cuba; two Olivas, one of which had a Connecticut wrapper for which the word "creamy" was invented.
All Robustos, if I remember correctly.
The host of the venue where we met last night enjoyed at least two Padron cigars, which are manufactured in Nicaragua. The Padron line is probably the best thing to result from Castro's wholesale robbery of lands and brands among the tobacco families, as well as the exile that resulted. The cigars that Jose Orlando Padrón and his son Jorge make in Estelí are far, far better than anything from Cuba itself.
In all honesty, the eventual lifting of the embargo cannot have much effect on the industry. After a brief orgy with Fidel's whores, serious afficionados will realize that Cubanos are overrated, and return to the embrace of the Nicaraguans and Dominicans.
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Especially after listening to someone last night voicing strong opinions, to wit: Both Hillary and Jeb are corporate stooges, their corporations being their respective parties and the policies that those parties stand for. The Trump will drop out of the race before he has to disclose his assets, and having a history of bankruptcies, the Trump should not be considered a business success so much as a rather limp-dicked failure. Bernie Sanders doesn't stand a chance, alas, and most of the Republican candidates are rather remarkably stupid.
Well, he's got several good points.
He also mentioned a hairpiece.
Donald Trump's dead rat.
I would vote for the rodent before I would ever vote for the rearendwipe underneath it.
One candidate we didn't discuss was Bobby Jindal. Who is probably the worst clown of the dozen-plus to have rolled out of the Volkswagen.
Christie was mentioned, but not Bobby.
Honestly, what can one say about a man who set about destroying his own state? Who converted to a repulsive religion, and may very well have done so because it was socially and politically expedient? A politician who over a decade-and-a-half has managed to fritter away brain cells and positive regard at lightening speed?
About the best that can be said for him is that he suffers from Stockholm Syndrome and a Napoleon Complex simultaneously.
But we didn't talk about him. Good whisky, wine, and cigars (actually, a pipe in my case) are not improved by bringing up sewage.
The next eighteen months will be entertaining.
APPENDIX
My tobacco: Grep Pease's Sixpence, which is a richly evocative relative of one of his previous offerings, namely the Navigator, albeit bolder and requiring a more contemplative approach. Followed by one of my own concoctions; a span of aged Virginias, mostly on the blonde side, with the merest dab of Perique (a dark oily fermented condimental leaf from Bobby Jindal's own state).
Cigars enjoyed, by the other gentlemen: Camacho Corojo, made with a pungent leaf originally grown in Cuba; two Olivas, one of which had a Connecticut wrapper for which the word "creamy" was invented.
All Robustos, if I remember correctly.
The host of the venue where we met last night enjoyed at least two Padron cigars, which are manufactured in Nicaragua. The Padron line is probably the best thing to result from Castro's wholesale robbery of lands and brands among the tobacco families, as well as the exile that resulted. The cigars that Jose Orlando Padrón and his son Jorge make in Estelí are far, far better than anything from Cuba itself.
In all honesty, the eventual lifting of the embargo cannot have much effect on the industry. After a brief orgy with Fidel's whores, serious afficionados will realize that Cubanos are overrated, and return to the embrace of the Nicaraguans and Dominicans.
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LETTER BOX.
All correspondence will be kept in confidence.
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