Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Obama Fire Insurance

Obama's next big deal:

The Obama fire insurance law requires fire insurers to sell coverage to burning orphanages starting this year, and that protection is extended to all houses on fire in 2014.

The law requires insurers to cover children regardless of health problems starting this year, and that protection is extended to people of all ages in 2014.

Ruin your health by smoking, pigging out, or BASE jumping, and an insurer and its shareholders and customers will be forced to pick up the tab for your stupidity by providing coverage for a nominal fee.

And if ruin or risk your health by smoking, being obese, or engaging in suicidal "sports," any premium you could possibly pay is purely nominal. To the insurer, you're basically a house on fire.

Of course, once all insurers have been successfully bankrupted, the taxpayer will be forced to pick up the tab. Of course, to protect the taxpayer, tobacco, hamburgers, and parachutes will be outlawed and their possession persecuted, just like the possession of weed.

There ought to be mass lynchings of smokers, fatties, and skydivers, too. Why should governments have all the fun?

Obama Insurance. Transforming capitalist insurance into socialist welfare schemes since 2009.

Welfare is our business. Totalitarianism to protect you from yourself is the lagniappe.

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So you built a light-frame McMansion instead? Because with a wood-framed house you get more space for the same money? So you can impress your equally IQ-challenged friends?

Fear not, we've got you covered! Here comes Obama Disaster Insurance!

Build a house in a brush-choked canyon, on tornado alley, on the beach, or below sea level, and once it naturally gets destroyed, taxpayers will buy you a new one, in the same indefensible place!

(Hey, wait, we already had that in New Orleans…)

(And in case you live in a wooden house in a brush-choked canyon, you're not only a burden on the taxpayer, you're a burden on the gene pool.)

Obama Insurance. Protecting fools from the consequences of their irresponsibility at the expense of their betters since 2009.

Fine Print:

If you succeed in burning down your house on you own, you are on your own. We only pay if the disaster is big enough to get on national TV.

(We don't get any political mileage out of charity nobody ever hears about. Our charity is paid for by other people's money, so we have to make sure we get the biggest bang for the buck.)

Monday, September 20, 2010

Presidential Clothes Quiz

Which President wore the most unfun clothes?

Washington: He never LOLd a tie.

Thursday, September 16, 2010

A Tale of Two Cities

(Make that one City and one cow frog town.)

For what would happen to New York if the NIMBYs and Tony Munchkins had their way, look at Paris. It died from what the frogs call museification.

Sure, it's full of American tourists who want to see what they have been told to find romantic. So they do this original Disneyland with its Cinderella architecture.

But Paris is dead. Sure, there are plenty of people and nightlife and whatever.

But it can't grow, it can't improve, it can't change. It's forever stuck in a period from the Middle Ages to the nineteenth century.

When Montparnasse Tower, the first and only skyscraper in Paris proper, was built, Parisians, or at least the majority of them, decided that they hated such buildings and banned them. Ever since, businesses have been leaving for the suburbs, like La Defense, where skyscrapers are allowed. What's left to the city is the tourist trade.

Now look at London. Just like Paris, the City of London outlawed modern skyscrapers with large floor plates to protect the views of its ugly, kitschy cathedral. The result was that the world's biggest banks moved their European headquarters from the City to Canary Wharf, where they can build beautiful, boxy, modern skyscrapers with trading floors as big as they want to.

Suddenly, it became possible to build modern skyscrapers in the City. As I am writing this, the tallest buildings in London are going up in or just across the Thames from the City.

Now, Britain is no purely capitalist country. It's in fact a strange blend of capitalism, democracy, and monarchy. But it sure is way more capitalist than France, and observe the results.

Capitalism = The market wants skyscrapers. The City gets skyscrapers.

Democracy = The majority doesn't want skyscrapers. The frog town gets stuck in the past, a quaint little Disneyland for the majority that is afraid of change and likes to stagnate and the deluded tourists who believe vacation means watching stagnation happen.

(That doesn't mean that slumming in Paris isn't fun. It just isn't exactly noble.)

Sunday, August 29, 2010

Quote of the Day

"If you're gonna play the Game Boy, you gotta learn to play it right."

— Kenny Rogers, "The Gambler."

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Poor Slave-Driving Millionaire Bitch

"I tried to enslave my husband. My husband refused to stay enslaved. The stress of trying to keep him enslaved and of stealing his money, and society's scorn for my inability to keep him enslaved, put me through hell. Poor little me."

— Elin Nordegren

"Now, as the divorce is finalized, Nordegren says she is working on her college degree in psychology…"

"A competent and self-confident person is incapable of jealousy in anything. Jealousy is invariably a symptom of neurotic insecurity."

— Robert A. Heinlein

Someone insane enough to be jealous should not be allowed to work as a psychologist.

"…and is feeling confident in her 'beliefs, my decisions and myself.' "

Her beliefs that it's right to own a human being and exclude others from his life. Her decision to destroy her poor, clueless husband's life through her jealousy. Her self, which does not exist apart from as a shade on the lives of others, apart from the degree to which she can make them dependent and suffer, as her substitute for self-worth and achievement.

"I believe in love because I've seen it. I've been there."

No. You can't tell love from slavery. Dumb bitch.

Would someone who likes blondes and intellectual slumming even more than me please marry her and separate her from her ill-gotten money?

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Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Your Social Security Check Just Bounced

Walter E. Williams reads the riot act to the government victims turned looters…

And they don't like it one bit.

To all the aging Pauls that want to rob Peter:

A dude accosts you on the street, "Hi. I'm a victim of Bernie Madoff. Give me my money back or I'll murder you."

Good idea?

The point is that those who paid into social security can only get their money back if it is robbed at gunpoint from others.

The criminal government is bankrupt, and no one has any right to get any more back from the government than what they can get out of the auctioning off of the government's assets. As the government is trillions in hock anyway and has practically no assets, no one will get more than a couple cents on the dollar, if anything. (Observe that most land the government claims to own is in fact unowned.)

The bang you just heard was the sound of a check bouncing.

"Paper is a mortgage on wealth that does not exist, backed by a gun aimed at those who are expected to produce it. Paper is a check drawn by legal looters upon an account which is not theirs: upon the virtue of the victims. Watch for the day when it bounces, marked: 'Account overdrawn.' "

— Francisco d'Anconia

If you have been defrauded by the government, don't be sad, though:

Hungarian farmer Nagosh was asked to buy 5,000 forints' worth of government bonds.

"But what collateral do you have?" he asked the party promoter.

"I vouch for it myself," the man declared self-confidently.

"And what if something happens to you?" the cautious farmer asked.

"Now, comrade, then you'll still have the party as a guarantor!"

"But if we assume that something should happen to the party?"

"Well, comrade, that ought to be worth 5,000 forints to you?"

Sunday, August 22, 2010

Empire State Looter

Next week, the City Council is expected to approve 15 Penn Plaza, a proposed office tower that has generated some criticism from its neighbors — namely the owners of the Empire State Building, which is two blocks east.

The 67-story tower by Vornado Realty Trust is planned to rise as much as 1,216 feet on the site of the Hotel Pennsylvania at West 33rd Street. The tower is expected to get the green light, despite opposition from Community Board 5 and Malkin Holdings, which controls the Empire State Building.

Like guild socialism or fascism: Use the power of the state to get rid of superior competition, in this case of those who want to build a more modern and beautiful building a couple blocks from your aging landmark.

"Community Board 5 had unanimously voted down the project."

Damn NIMBYs.

However, the full City Council is expected to vote on Wednesday to grant Vornado the final approval needed to proceed with the project.

"The height and bulk of 15 Penn Plaza are the result of waivers and bonuses greatly in excess of code. Another waiver granted 15 Penn Plaza the right to build without setbacks," said Tony Malkin, president of Malkin Holdings, in a press statement.

Setbacks make a building apologize for its greatness. Setbacks are bad. And who can't use a bit of shade in the summer?

"At only 67 stories, 15 Penn Plaza would be as tall as the 102nd floor of the Empire State Building…"

So what? What's it to you how many or how few floors the competition has?

In fact, it shows how outdated your building is. No space between floors for modern wiring.

"…and would, if built, be as much a scar on the complexion of New York City as the loss of Penn Station."

Really? If anything, the ESB is the scar on the complexion of New York City. If you look at the rendering in the article, sleekly soaring 15 Penn Plaza is much more beautiful than the ESB with its atrocious setbacks, no matter how much the general public has gotten used to it and thus even grown attached to it. Goes to prove that the general public is stupid.

The City Planning Commission, which gave the development a green light last month, said in its report that "the prominence of the Empire State Building would not be significantly affected because the new building… would be shorter than the Empire State Building (approximately 230 feet shorter), and the two buildings are approximately 1,000 feet apart, which would further diminish the perceived height of the new building in more distant views."

Who cares about the prominence of the Empire State Building? I hope towers twice or thrice as tall will be built all around the ESB.

If anything, the ESB embodies all that's wrong with New York: bad architecture pandering to the bad taste of the masses and a stagnation that would protect views of an outdated building, short by today's standards, instead of building the taller towers the city deserves.

Whatever became of "Excelsior!"?

Damn you, Tony Munchkin, damn you to hell, for stabbing the New York skyline in the back so that you can squeeze some more ill-gotten gains out of your ugly 1,250-foot hand-me-down hovel with its idiotic zeppelin docking mast on top. Damn looter.

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

The Couch-Surfing Song

(With apologies to Enya.)

Let me sail, let me fail, let me see the world for free,
Let me reach, let me beach on the shores of luxury.
Let me sail, let me fail, let me crash upon your couch,
Let me reach, let me beach on both sides of the great sea.

Surf the couch, surf the couch, surf the couch…
Surf the couch, surf the couch, surf the couch…
Surf the couch, surf the couch, surf the couch…
Surf the couch, surf the couch, surf the couch…

From Nassau to Trump Tower — in the shade of ESB,
No Fiji, no Tiree, just one isle of NYC,
No Peru, no Cebu, fuck the power of Babylon,
From Bali and Cali — pay with lines that bring pigs on.

Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up.
Ah-ah-adieu… No.
Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up.
Ah-ah-adieu… No.
Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up.
Ah-ah-adieu… Yeah!

Surf the couch, surf the couch, surf the couch…
Surf the couch, surf the couch, surf the couch…
Surf the couch, surf the couch, surf the couch…
Surf the couch, surf the couch, surf the couch…

From New York to London, Turtle Bay to the Docklands,
From the deep clouds of weed to a loss north of ten grand,
Carry me on the waves to the lands I've never been,
Shelter me on the couches of the lands I've never seen.

We can surf, we can surf, we can see the world for free.
We can surf, we can surf…
Surf the couch, surf the couch, surf the couch…
We can cock, we can block, we can cock block with all chicks,
In return, you can stay at our armpit in the sticks.

We can surf, we can surf…
Surf the couch, surf the couch, surf the couch…
We can reach, we can beach on the shores of luxury.

We can surf, we can surf…
Surf the couch, surf the couch, surf the couch…
From Bali and Cali — pay with lines that bring pigs on.

We can surf, we can surf…
Surf the couch, surf the couch, surf the couch…
From Nassau to Trump Tower — in the shade of ESB.

We can surf, we can surf…
Surf the couch, surf the couch, surf the couch…
We can reach, we can beach on the shores of luxury.

We can surf, we can surf…
Surf the couch, surf the couch, surf the couch…
No Peru, no Cebu, fuck the power of Babylon.

We can surf, we can surf…
Surf the couch, surf the couch, surf the couch…

We can surf, we can surf…
Surf the couch, surf the couch, surf the couch…
Surf the couch, surf the couch, surf the couch…
Surf the couch, surf the couch, surf the couch…
Surf the couch, surf the couch, surf the couch…
Surf the couch, surf the couch, surf the couch…

Argh… Argh… Argh!

Sunday, August 01, 2010

Fascinator = Something Died on Your Head

Why is it that if you want to visit the royal enclosure at Ascot (I guess that's where they keep the horse that rules Limeystan), females and males can get in with something that just died on their heads, but females not in a dress that doesn't give them a heatstroke and males not without a tie?

Well, my brain at least needs oxygen. That's what happens to you if you wear a tie long enough: You become a limey.

Fascinators… Apparently, people are fascinated by stupidity. I'm not. At least not the good way. Who wants to pick up something with the IQ of a peacock?

The fact that women would wear rags on their heads even if it doesn't rain that wouldn't protect them from the rain if it did rain and men annoying and potentially dangerous nooses of cloth round their necks just to appear to be paying homage to the significance of the event is disturbing. BTW, if they were really dressing for the significance of the event, they'd be covered in horse manure.

I do agree that royalty ought to be enclosed at all times, though. Best incarcerated along with all the other looters.