That previous post was, of course, based on today's news-cycle story as defined by Mr. Gibbs. Obama is heading for upstate New York to huff his pride in General Electric's $755 million contract with the Chinese.
The deal has been years in the making, but never mind that. If a little unearned credit sticks to His Obamaness, well, heck, that's okay with him, 2012-wise.
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A five-buck Chinese calculator is the most useful device in existence for analyzing political rhetoric. For instance, if Mr. Obama used one to divide $755 million by 308 million, he would discover the largess he sorta created amounts to $2.45 for every man, woman, and child in America. (Assuming of course that the whole shebang is pure profit.)
I don't know about you, but, by cracky, my Escalade is gonna be a white one.
Jan 21, 2011
Barry's neighborhood organization v.2
America's most successful organizer of neighborhoods south of the Blackstone Hotel may be laying the groundwork for a career move. Up until Mayor Daly gave him permission to be a U.S. senator, HIs Obamaness made a living on street corners, haranguing the welfare class to stick it to Duh Man.
His priority seems to be shifting to making sure Duh Man loves him, maybe even enough to reserve a nicely upholstered chair for him somewhere in the Wall and Broad neighborhood upon his retirement from government service, in, one hopes, 2012.
He has appointed General Electric Boss Jeff Immelt to head up a new federal Chablis klatch called the "Council on Jobs and Competitiveness."
This replaces the old Obama Economic Recovery Advisory Board, whose demise remains unlamented even among the 769 Americans who were aware of its existence. (This number includes the 466 payrollers who earned their livings typing memos and pouring wine for said council.)
AP paraphrases Obama's thought processes this way: "Obama, in a statement after midnight, said the council's mission will be to help generate ideas from the private sector to speed up economic growth and promote American competitiveness."
(When I say dimwitted things, I try to do it in the wee hours, too, Mr.President. So I do not criticize your timing.)
Well, I probably won't be appointed to the council, but I generated an idea anyway, andI hope it's okay with you if I say it: Mr. President, call your favorite congresspersons and economic advisers and invite them on a pleasant golf vacation, preferably at that nice Ulan Batar course. Check your voice mail every couple of months. If we need y'all, we'll let you know.
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The old council held the usual conglomeration of successful union bone crunchers and government has-beens, but it was dominated by NGO guys who made their bones running conglomerates with hefty government contracts and/or selling one another repos to protect their Singapore pickle-futures positions.
It's a lock that similar parasites will run the new council, which is a shame. Because among all the names with even the remotest chance of getting to stir their coffee with White House spoons, not one will have the balls to address America's First Orator thusly.
"Sir, like most of Washington's stupid meddling, this council and -- more to the point -- its premise are a bull on Ex-Lax. Governments don't create jobs. Governments create positions for slugs and thugs who get off on extorting citizen's honestly earned wealth, then (a) passing it around among themselves and (b) using the residue to buy voting blocks. Me? I just discovered my parents were married, so I quit."
All by itself, that wouldn't be enough to make it morning in American, but it would reveal a tinge of orange just peeking over the eastern horizon.
And if that ain't professor Von Mises' own ever-lovin' truth I'll kiss Geithner's inflationary arse at the Bureau of Printing and Engraving and give you a full day to announce the festivities to all your Acorn buddies.
His priority seems to be shifting to making sure Duh Man loves him, maybe even enough to reserve a nicely upholstered chair for him somewhere in the Wall and Broad neighborhood upon his retirement from government service, in, one hopes, 2012.
He has appointed General Electric Boss Jeff Immelt to head up a new federal Chablis klatch called the "Council on Jobs and Competitiveness."
This replaces the old Obama Economic Recovery Advisory Board, whose demise remains unlamented even among the 769 Americans who were aware of its existence. (This number includes the 466 payrollers who earned their livings typing memos and pouring wine for said council.)
AP paraphrases Obama's thought processes this way: "Obama, in a statement after midnight, said the council's mission will be to help generate ideas from the private sector to speed up economic growth and promote American competitiveness."
(When I say dimwitted things, I try to do it in the wee hours, too, Mr.President. So I do not criticize your timing.)
Well, I probably won't be appointed to the council, but I generated an idea anyway, andI hope it's okay with you if I say it: Mr. President, call your favorite congresspersons and economic advisers and invite them on a pleasant golf vacation, preferably at that nice Ulan Batar course. Check your voice mail every couple of months. If we need y'all, we'll let you know.
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The old council held the usual conglomeration of successful union bone crunchers and government has-beens, but it was dominated by NGO guys who made their bones running conglomerates with hefty government contracts and/or selling one another repos to protect their Singapore pickle-futures positions.
It's a lock that similar parasites will run the new council, which is a shame. Because among all the names with even the remotest chance of getting to stir their coffee with White House spoons, not one will have the balls to address America's First Orator thusly.
"Sir, like most of Washington's stupid meddling, this council and -- more to the point -- its premise are a bull on Ex-Lax. Governments don't create jobs. Governments create positions for slugs and thugs who get off on extorting citizen's honestly earned wealth, then (a) passing it around among themselves and (b) using the residue to buy voting blocks. Me? I just discovered my parents were married, so I quit."
All by itself, that wouldn't be enough to make it morning in American, but it would reveal a tinge of orange just peeking over the eastern horizon.
And if that ain't professor Von Mises' own ever-lovin' truth I'll kiss Geithner's inflationary arse at the Bureau of Printing and Engraving and give you a full day to announce the festivities to all your Acorn buddies.
Jan 19, 2011
What, if anything, happens in their minds?
All across Iowa, local governments are tinkering with ideas for gun bans for public buildings. It's a reaction to the new shall-issue law. Up in Dickinson County, the hoplophobes didn't get far.
A county supervisor named Paul Johnson introduced a resolution to post no-guns signs at the court house and other county buildings. And he sure wanted you to know he is passionate about this.
A county supervisor named Paul Johnson introduced a resolution to post no-guns signs at the court house and other county buildings. And he sure wanted you to know he is passionate about this.
"I will err on the side of going overboard as opposed to not going far enough," he told the board.
This sublime logic of Johnson's statement was lost on the other four supers, and his measure died for lack of a second.
I think more than one of his constituents grins at image of Supervisor Johnson madly treading water next to his row boat and screaming (passionately, of course) that he was only trying to do good.
It helped that County Sheriff Greg Baloun calmly reported to the board the ban would be unenforceable short of setting up a TSA-style security gate at every door.
This sublime logic of Johnson's statement was lost on the other four supers, and his measure died for lack of a second.
I think more than one of his constituents grins at image of Supervisor Johnson madly treading water next to his row boat and screaming (passionately, of course) that he was only trying to do good.
It helped that County Sheriff Greg Baloun calmly reported to the board the ban would be unenforceable short of setting up a TSA-style security gate at every door.
Cold
Fifteen below.
This makes me cheery because the season is so far advanced I can speculate that this clipper may be the last nasty one of the winter.
(See the midnight grave yard; hear me whistle.)
This makes me cheery because the season is so far advanced I can speculate that this clipper may be the last nasty one of the winter.
(See the midnight grave yard; hear me whistle.)
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