Thursday, July 31, 2008

Quote of the Day

"I am convinced, and always was, that Platonic love is Platonic nonsense."

— Samuel Richardson, Pamela.

Wednesday, July 30, 2008

The Government Did It — Again

And history keeps repeating itself…

Early twentieth century: Fed cuts rates, causes stock market bubble of the roaring twenties, bubble bursts, renowned power brokerage Roosevelt, Hitler, Stalin & Co. claims capitalism has failed and needs to be saved and/or replaced by their plans advertised as "The New Deal," "Fascism," and "Communism."

Early twentieth-first century: Government forces lenders to lower lending standards, causes housing bubble, which bursts into subprime mortgage crisis, big government moon bats claim the free market has failed and needs more government regulation.

This kind of thing will go on as long as people believe that governments initiating the use of force to promote a (nonexistent) common good is moral — and free, voluntary cooperation to mutual advantage (capitalism) is immoral.

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

House Mulls Assault Breathing Ban

Today, Congress Critter Nancy Pelousy introduced HR ID10T, popularly dubbed the Assault Breathing Ban.

Whereas, carbon dioxide output has been scientifically proven to lead to global warming via the greenhouse effect;

Whereas, global warming causes manmade natural disasters like tornados, hurricanes, and storm surges;

Whereas, natural disasters cause loss of life, injury, loss of property, and public cost for flood control and emergency management;

Whereas, causing said disasters amounts to a negligent initiation of the use of force against the victims and the government: Now, therefore, be it

Resolved that Congress shall regulate carbon dioxide output…

To summarize the bill, which is quite lengthy:

Once the bill is signed into law, all Americans will have two weeks to have their lung capacity measured by the ATF, which will issue a Lung License to each individual, stating their Sustainably Allowable CO2 and Karbonium-equivalent Output Future Footprint (SACKOFF).

Under this license, individuals have the privilege to emit an amount of CO2 corresponding to at-rest breathing at their lung capacity. Individuals wishing to participate in sports such as jogging or any other activity that breaks their SACKOFF will have to buy carbon offsets.

Unauthorized breathing will become a class one federal felony. Transgressors will be transported to Centers for De-carbonization Compliance (CDC), where their CO2 output will be permanently terminated.

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Monday, July 28, 2008

Advice for Moon Bats

Allegedly, Exxon paid to bring to you this beautiful video, which too merits a rerun.

Moon bats: If you really want to stop the "global warming" you believe in, heed the advice of the video and stop exhaling. Believe me, the world will be a better place for it.

Full disclosure: As of now, I'm not getting any money from Exxon. Quite naturally, I would accept it if they wished to make a donation. :P

Sunday, July 27, 2008

Rage, Rage against the Dying of the Light

In Memoriam: Randy Pausch (1960-2008).

"During the lecture, Pausch was upbeat and humorous…"

"Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light."

— Dylan Thomas

I guess that would have a little more credibility if Thomas hadn't drunk himself to death afterwards… Then again, he sure did not go gently in any possible sense of the meaning.

Anyway, nobody should have to die at that age. In fact, nobody should have to die at all.

Thanks, religious fanatics. This one's on your hands, like untold billions before.

Without your obstruction of science and your promising your followers a hundred billion hours of free internet access after death, theses kinds of things would have long since been overcome. Instead of helping scientists to fight death, you make up stupid stories how nice it will be when you're dead.

Think about that on the day of your murderous "lord." If you can think at all. Fuck you.

Money from Exxon or Pull for Free

How is it that a global warming skeptic is discredited by taking money from Exxon, while a global warming believer is somehow not discredited by taking money from governments and the UN?

Exxon is acting in its own best self-interest if it fights the enslavement of oil producers and consumers. Just as politicians are acting selfishly in the worst sense of the meaning when they fund bugbears to make the lemmings vote more power to politicians and make said lemmings permit the UN to be turned into a totalitarian world government.

Without bugbears, there is hardly any need for politicians or governments.

What is the chain of causality here? Do scientists doubt global warming because they get money from Exxon? Or do scientists get money from Exxon because they doubt global warming?

Do witch doctors get money from the government because they believe in global warming? Or do witch doctors believe in global warming because they get money from the government?

Now look at them fascists that's the way you do it
You play the voter at the UN see
That ain't workin' that's the way you do it
Money from the UN and pull for free
Now that ain't workin' that's the way you do it
Lemme tell ya them guys ain't dumb
Maybe get a blister on their little Johnson
Maybe get a blister on their thumb

We gotta pay world government taxes
Pay for all their fuckin' freebies
We gotta believe these freakin' bugbears
We gotta make these insane moneys

See the little moon bat with the phony movie shit 'n' crap
Yeah buddy that's his bugbear
That little moon bat got his own jet airplane
That little moon bat he's a millionaire

We gotta pay world government taxes
Pay for all their fuckin' freebies
We gotta believe these freakin' bugbears
We gotta make these insane moneys

I shoulda learned to play the voter
I shoulda learned to command them pigs
Look at that moon bat, he's gonna stick it up your asshole
Man you will have some fun
And he's up there, what's that? Dissenter's death screams?
Bangin' on their heads like a chimpanzee
That ain't workin' that's the way you do it
Get your money from the UN get your pull for free

We gotta pay world government taxes
Pay for all their fuckin' freebies
We gotta believe these freakin' bugbears
We gotta make these insane moneys

We gotta pay world government taxes
Pay for all their fuckin' freebies
We gotta believe these freakin' bugbears
We gotta make these insane moneys

Thursday, July 24, 2008

Doomsday Called Off

Comrade Al: Watch this and weep — the death knell of your beloved bugbear, global warming.

Everybody else: Before you give the aforementioned Comrade Al any more power or money, watch this video.

Comments Big Red Chief Al "Warming Bull" Gore: "****. Now I have go back get job. How!"

Thanks to Ted Keer over at Rebirth of Reason for bringing this to my attention. The documentary has been around for some time, yet many still believe in manmade global warming. Thus, it was high time to give it a rerun — here at Reason and Liberty Central, where it's open season on bugbears year-round.

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

I Left My Bush in San Francisco

To George the Second Paris
Seems somehow sadly gay,
Friend Berlusconi's Rome
Is just another day,
He's been terribly alone
And forgotten in Manhattan,
He's going home
To treat sewage by the bay.

I left my Bush in San Francisco,
High on a hill his IQ's to be
Once dead, like little cable cars
Climb halfway to the stars.
His fascist fog may chill the air,
I don't care.
My Bush waits there in San Francisco,
Above the blue and clear discharge,
When he comes home to you, San Francisco,
Your golden turds will shine at large.

Thanks to an august body of concerned citizens, the Presidential Memorial Commission of San Francisco, San Francisco voters will be asked to consider naming a local sewage plant for George II. Looks like democracy is working for once.

Yes, I know that that's probably the work of Comrade Al worshipping moon bats. But as I despise wing nuts and moon bats equally (I'm, so to speak, an equal opportunity despiser), I still get a good laugh out of this one.

By the way, the same honor should be bestowed on any future President who isn't a Libertarian, hell, on any politician who isn't. Too bad there aren't enough sewage plants. Then again, some more might be purpose built. Then, for the first time in history, politicians would be good for something: eliminating raw sewage.

On the other hand, there's a cheaper option. During the Thirty Years' War, a popular method of torture was force-feeding feces to the torturee.

They called it the Swedish drink. I guess our Scandinavian friends invented it. Or at least their Catholic enemies blamed inventing it on them.

So if politicians proliferate like locusts, instead of giving them power and money, why not quench their thirst with something the people have more than enough of? Would be a fitting tribute to the heroes of Abu Ghraib.

You water board potentially innocent suspects turned over for cash by Afghan warlords, you get free drinks in return. Fair is fair.

Monday, July 21, 2008

Gore Way to Galway

Frog eater in chief Nicolas Sarkozy went to Ireland today, on a mission to export the liberal Al Gore way: Recount until I win. Apparently, that way's popular in liberal Frogistan, too.

Only, this time around it's re-vote on a re-referendum until the Bolshevik Brussels bureaucrats have a blank check attesting their ersatz legitimacy. Comrade Al must be proud of his frog and escargot disciples.

Not that anybody but a total moron could believe in democracy. How can a majority presume to force their will on others who don't even want to be part of the same "corporation"?

First the majority comes, makes laws, and steals your money by way of taxes. When you abide by these laws, and/or try to steal some of the money back by accepting government freebies, bang, you've just implicitly "signed" a "social contract" forcing you to obey any command the lemmings might decree.

Of course, anybody who refuses to "sign" the social contract, who disobeys the lemming laws, is a "criminal" or a "terrorist" who'll be jailed or murdered. Little wonder hardly anybody openly breaks that sham contract.

What's the result of letting the lemmings and morons vote and choose their own rulers? For every valid law, like against murder, there are hundreds of slave laws, including at least one that legalizes murder if committed by the government.

And guess who voted in favor of the EU takeover of Ireland? Irish farmers, lusting for agricultural subsidies and trade barriers. Yes, it's always whose ox is getting gored.

Yet, moronic or not, politicians in the democratic "free" world pretend to believe in democracy, in the tyranny of the majority. It must take Orwellian amounts of doublethink, Randian amounts of blank out, for voters and their elected rulers to cherish this charade. How can they possibly square their belief in democracy with politicians' habit of ordering recounts and re-referendums until the "right" (in the eyes of the liberal big-government "elite") option or candidate wins?

Democracy, meet reality check. QED.

Monday, July 14, 2008


"Lector, si monumentum requiris, circumspice."

— Epitaph for Christopher Wren at Saint Paul's Cathedral in London, which he designed.

Reader, if you want a monument, look around you.

One thing that creeps me out about Americans is how many regard the President as a symbol of the country. Just like Britons regard the Queen as the symbol of everything British. I don't know how that lady feels about being the symbol of fish and chips, but America deserves better than the democratically elected village idiot.

It's been a long and steep way down from the last semi-decent President, Ronald Reagan. He was followed by a religious fanatic who wanted to strip atheists of their citizenship, a liberal power luster whose only objectives were staying in office and getting blowjobs, and George II — whose coming H. L. Mencken predicted thus in The Baltimore Evening Sun, on July 26, 1920:

…all the odds are on the man who is, intrinsically, the most devious and mediocre — the man who can most easily adeptly disperse the notion that his mind is a virtual vacuum.

The presidency tends, year by year, to go to such men. As democracy is perfected, the office represents, more and more closely, the inner soul of the people. We move toward a lofty ideal. On some great and glorious day, the plain folks of the land will reach their heart's desire at last, and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron.

Not that Comrade Al would have been any better.

One should think that a country that fought a war to get rid of one George should know better than to worship a "leader." But maybe two hundred odd years is enough to induce amnesia — or maybe dementia?

Well, at least we're out of the dark ages of Camelot, when the common (wo)man was dying to feel the joys of being a feudal serf on their own hide. There's only one good thing about the Kennedy years, and that's that they're over.

As Mencken had it ,

Even the most precious functions of government — say, collecting taxes or hanging men — would be better done if the doing of them were farmed out to Ford.

What a free country needs isn't politicians, but CEOs. And even they shouldn't be symbols, but administrators and maybe role models. But in that respect, neither Sheikh Hussein nor John "I Hate Capitalism" McCain qualifies.

If you absolutely need some concretization, let's look at the abstract values that set America apart from all other countries. It's these words, and the fact that the country was founded on them:

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.

From that, everything else follows. If you're looking for a symbol of America, look at the Statue of Liberty, or the Manhattan skyline, or the auto plants of Detroit, or the oilfields of Texas, or the copper mines of Arizona, or Silicon Valley.

But a mere human, and one elected by popular vote at that — forget about it.

In the Flesh

Barack Hussein Obama and his campaign are howling about his depiction on the cover of this week's New Yorker. While the magazine insists that it's meant to be a caricature of how the "right wing" perceives him, Sheikh Hussein is not amused.

Well, I despise right-wing fascists as much as left-wing commies, but to me it looks like that so-called caricature has Sheikh Hussein down to a T. I mean, that guy shares his middle name with a dictator and mass murderer, an accomplice and protégé of the UN.

Hussein II really doesn't seem to like America:

I'd be the last one to force anyone to salute any flag. On the contrary, I have a soft spot for people who are against all flags.

If he doesn't like what the Star Spangled Banner stands for, he's free to burn it. That's what that Flag stands for.

But if you talk the talk, you walk the walk. You want to be President, you salute the Flag. What if that guy's elected and it suddenly crosses his mind to treat the Constitution likewise?

As for his name, I don't care if he's named for his father. If he wants to be President of the US of A, he has to choose between allegiance to his father or allegiance to America.

As it stands, Hussein's campaign is as odious as that of a German-American named Adolf during WWII or that of a Russian-American named Vladimir Ilyich during the Cold War. Until Barack Hussein Obama changes his name, his campaign is nothing but a sick joke.

Friday, July 11, 2008

Kevin Traynor Anticipates Supreme Court Ruling

In 2006, the Kevin Traynor novel Torch in the Night correctly predicted the outcome of District of Columbia v. Heller.

However, what Traynor could not foresee were the consequences of that decision in concert with other historic events. Defeating gun control would prove to be only the beginning of an adventure that would pit him against the whole world.

Get the whole story while it's still time. For the forces that are out to get Traynor are after you, too.

Kevin Traynor — always ahead of time. Kevin Traynor — the way of the future.

Get your copy now, directly from the publisher or from Amazon.

Howard Roark in a Tricorn

My latest article on The Atlasphere.

BTW, The Rider on the White Horse is also available for online reading. Comes with popups, though. If you don't like popups (and who does) get the PDF version.

Thursday, July 03, 2008

Happy Birthday, America — Where's the Present?

How about this?

"Ground Zero Debacle Demands Return of Twin Towers"

By Deroy Murdock

In olden days, Americans needed just 13 and a half months to erect the Empire State Building, four and a half years to build Hoover Dam, and six years, four months to install the Transcontinental Railroad. And yet this Independence Day, six years, nine months, and three weeks have elapsed since September 11, and Ground Zero remains an 80-foot-deep international embarrassment for the United States.

Read the full article: "Ground Zero Debacle Demands Return of Twin Towers"

Then let's put the New York back into New York. It's about time.

See how you can help.