Jul 24, 2011
Drive-by post
And what just drove slowly by is a gleaming 1955 or '56 Ford Victoria convertible. Mint green and hunter green. Wide white walls. My lust meter pegs and blue suede shoes dance in my head.
Jul 23, 2011
The Obama as Master; full flavor edition
There is some discussion of whether the president actually ordered Speaker Boehner and the others onto his carpet. Here is the White House transcript excerpt:
So here’s what we’re going to do. We have now run out of time. I told Speaker Boehner, I’ve told Democratic Leader Nancy Pelosi, I’ve told Harry Reid, and I’ve told Mitch McConnell I want them here at 11:00 a.m. tomorrow.
We have run out of time. And they are going to have to explain to me how it is that we are going to avoid default.
You judge it your way, I'll judge it mine, to wit:
A young hustler jumped on the public tit early in life and prospered "organizing" Chicago neighborhoods south of the Blackstone Hotel. He discovered a natural talent for slithering through the snake holes of the Cook County tyranny machine and added enough luck to find himself hired to administer the executive branch of the government of the United States of America.
Despite his self-proclaimed status as a professor of constitutional law, his imperial summons of Friday, July 22, 2011, reveals ignorance of -- or more likely a conscious decision to ignore -- the Constitution of the United States, particularly Articles 1, 2, and 3.
In other words, Mr. President, you chose last evening to announce that the legislative branch is subject to your orders and therefore no longer a separate and equal branch; that leaders are at your beck and call; that you have a right to summon them before you at a time and place of your exclusive choosing, and, like an insecure headmaster at a squalid private school, to order them produce their homework.
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On January 20, 2010, you raised your hand and swore:
"I do solemnly swear (or affirm) that I will faithfully execute the office of President of the United States, and will to the best of my ability, preserve, protect and defend the Constitution of the United States."
Just words, eh, Sir?
So here’s what we’re going to do. We have now run out of time. I told Speaker Boehner, I’ve told Democratic Leader Nancy Pelosi, I’ve told Harry Reid, and I’ve told Mitch McConnell I want them here at 11:00 a.m. tomorrow.
We have run out of time. And they are going to have to explain to me how it is that we are going to avoid default.
You judge it your way, I'll judge it mine, to wit:
A young hustler jumped on the public tit early in life and prospered "organizing" Chicago neighborhoods south of the Blackstone Hotel. He discovered a natural talent for slithering through the snake holes of the Cook County tyranny machine and added enough luck to find himself hired to administer the executive branch of the government of the United States of America.
Despite his self-proclaimed status as a professor of constitutional law, his imperial summons of Friday, July 22, 2011, reveals ignorance of -- or more likely a conscious decision to ignore -- the Constitution of the United States, particularly Articles 1, 2, and 3.
In other words, Mr. President, you chose last evening to announce that the legislative branch is subject to your orders and therefore no longer a separate and equal branch; that leaders are at your beck and call; that you have a right to summon them before you at a time and place of your exclusive choosing, and, like an insecure headmaster at a squalid private school, to order them produce their homework.
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On January 20, 2010, you raised your hand and swore:
"I do solemnly swear (or affirm) that I will faithfully execute the office of President of the United States, and will to the best of my ability, preserve, protect and defend the Constitution of the United States."
Just words, eh, Sir?
Excuses Excuses
Real life sometimes shoos a guy's literary muse into a dark corner. It sometimes even shames a fellow into turning off his Apple and taking up tools in the eternal quest to reduce the world's ugliness. Such as:
The hideous nature of the wall is not obvious in this photo, but trust me on this one, Sidney. It was awful -- ancient stained and pocked plaster board, a cruddy material at best and worse when installed by a short-order cook in his spare time.
The ugliness reduced, replaced by the Cowboy Corner and Family Museum. Honest wood holds western dreams in .30-30 and .22LR. Framed document is a grant of Kentucky land to the first of my line to appear in the New World -- just in time to do battle with King George in the Virginia Continental Line. The chair is from Missouri's Salt River country, c. 1900, built of native hickory sticks and splits by my GG grandfather's hired man. Other knick-knacks -- especially the hand-tooled holster -- memorialize a little sister who died too young.
And that's most of what I did this week instead of trying to write. I am soooo pleased with myself.
However, I do, in fact, realize that it's time to get back to life's most noble calling, savaging the asses who govern us.
However, I do, in fact, realize that it's time to get back to life's most noble calling, savaging the asses who govern us.
Jul 22, 2011
Almost sputtering
The President of the United States has this hour ordered the leaders of the Congress of the United States to appear on his carpet at 11 a.m tomorrow.
Mr. President, this is a constitutional republic, and, absent an indictment, you do not have the goddamn authority to order my dog Libby to show up in your office.
Mr. President, this is a constitutional republic, and, absent an indictment, you do not have the goddamn authority to order my dog Libby to show up in your office.
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