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I had a discussion on FR with someone just the other day on that exact subject. Reading a book right now about Atilla the Hun, and previously Gibbon’s The Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire”, one cannot avoid the frightening parallels.

Well, unless one is too stupid to see them, which is what most Romans were doing right up to the day their enemies came knocking at their front door. They were pretending life was going to go on like it had, forever.

Kind of like us.

"...Stonestreet added that he loves attending the White House Correspondents Dinner because he gets to see politicians "for who they are"..."

This guy doesn't have two brain cells to rub together.

"...President Obama mentioned in an interview like three weeks ago, just casually, that Michelle and the kids watch Mitch and Cam and they're in tears," Stonestreet said. "To hear the leader of the free world, the president of the United States, say that and to know we have that sort of reach with people and that the people in power and leadership are watching the show [is incredible]..."

Having seen just five minutes of that crap on television, the statement above speaks volumes.

Volumes.

I have always assumed that providing health care was never the goal...the goal was the destruction of private health care and private insurance.

That is why, even though we conservatives may think that some of the liberal statists who pushed for this disaster are crying (and some are, the dimmer ones) but the ones who really understand the true goals are secretly rejoicing.

They WANT this to be a major disaster, and when it is done, hospitals will be broke, private insurance will have left the sector, and people will clamor for the government to step in and fix it.

THAT is their goal.

I work in healthcare, and it undoubtedly would have been cheaper and more effective to pay money to insure uninsured than this monstrous abortion of big government.

I am certain that the “architects” of Obamacare, when asked about these things, would likely say with confidence “Well, you have to break a few eggs to make omelets...” with the full belief and mutual understanding that it was necessary for “the greater good”.

They would also take great satisfaction at the destruction of “big medicine” as run by private entities that currently (or at least until recently) constitute health care.

They see any opportunity to replace “Big (insert your economic sector here, Pharm, Medicine, Energy, etc) with “Big Government”.

They are evil, especially the POS who Gruber. When everything is destroyed and in rubble, and there is indeed equality, and equality of inefficiency, waste, ineffectiveness and misery, they will be nowhere to be found.

They will all have “Moved On”. Kind of makes you realize why the Leftists knowingly smirk and snicker at the reality of naming an liberal organization something like “MoveOn. org”.

Yeah...I poked around for a while thinking the Flash might be hiding the video somewhere...I have a plug in that makes it so Flash can’t start playing things automatically when you load a page, which really irritates me. You have to click to make it play, and sometimes it is hard to figure out where to click.

They aren't angry or upset at anything this guy did. I can just hear the conversation with the candidate as he explains why they had to suspend him from the campaign, not fire him: "Look...it isn't that we agree or disagree with anything you said or wrote, it is just that it makes us look bad."

These people disgust me.

Hm. Where is the video?

This is the person. Ya coulda knocked me over with a feather.

I saw that movie as a kid back in 1968 on the base theater in Yokosuka, Japan. I remembered it being really long and to me, boring (except for the part where the young White Guard guys are shot by the communists in the snowy field. That stuck with me.

But I watched the movie again for the first time a few months ago, and...I really liked it. Except that it seemed so much like reality.

As you said, “Dr. Zhivago without the love story”.

I have the gut feeling that the people who want to see a world without America are going to get what they wish in my lifetime.

What they get will, of course, be “unexpected”, as it always seems to be for liberals.

And I don’t think they are going to like it.

I am listening to a book about Attila the Hun, and have read Gibbon’s book “Decline and Fall of The Roman Empire”, and anyone who makes an idiotic statement like “too great to collapse” is too ignorant to take seriously.

It is hard to read those types of books and not see frightening parallels.

“Nice Squirrel!”

Exactly.

Hell, it would destroy an erection that is two days away from even being a spark between a couple of synapses.

It is disgraceful.

A black woman was recently promoted to a full four star admiral. I remembered a while back (six months-year ago maybe?) when her “promotion” was announced, I looked up the service record summary of all the three stars that were eligible, just to see who she was being jumped over.

I wish I had saved that post.

I think there were 10 or 15 of them, and the difference in experience when compared to her were stunning. I actually listed all of them in the post without names, including hers.

I asked the rhetorical question: just looking at the resumes, who would be the best and worst candidates. When looked at in that fashion, blinded, the top flag officers were apparent.

But even more striking was the gulf between the bottom resume (which was hers) to even the next one up.

Disgraceful. It is things like this that make me think of liberals as domestic enemies of the United States.

Thanks for the ping!

Of course, Item #1...Hate...is the most encompassing. Deep down, liberals are angry at everything and it manifests itself in their approach to everything.

They think everyone but them is stupid, evil, or both. And that includes other liberals.

Hahahaha...that post made me nearly choke on food!

Good one...

"...flushing shoes..."

Ah...I sense projection here...the constant companion of liberals everywhere.

That was hilarious! Very well done!

I am about two thirds through my second reading of “Senatorial Privilege”

Here is an excerpt from “Senatorial Privilege” by Leo Damore:

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The senator was silent about his intentions, but it appeared he did not want to report accident at this time. Kennedy was having alternative ideas about the situation: Why couldn’t Mary Jo have been driving the car? Why couldn’t she have let them off and driven to the ferry herself and made a wrong turn?

Kennedy asked to be brought back to the cottage to establish the story. After a while he could leave. Kennedy suggested that when he was back at the shire town in, Gargan could “discover” the accident and report police that Mary Jo had been alone in the car. How this is going to work out in so far as “details” were concerned, the senator didn’t say.

Gargan rejected the idea out of hand. Mary Jo was the only other person who could possibly have been driving accident car, but neither the Senator nor Paul Markham knew her very well, Gargan said, later. “Nobody had any idea if she could drive a car, or even owned a license.” And besides, Gargan reminded Kennedy, “YOU told me you were driving.” Gargan doubted he could persuade girls at the party to allow Mary Jo to take the blame for the accident, or that he could concoct a story or persuade them of the veracity of the senator’s alternative version of the accident. The rescue effort that he and Paul Markham had performed had entirely changed the situation, making a revision of the action question, Gargan explained. “We weren’t being quiet. They were shouting back and forth. The bridge is very public place. There was no way of knowing how many people in areas saw or heard us, how many witnesses won’t come forward to say “oh, I saw Ted Kennedy the bridge to other guys, and the lights of the car…” It was clear the senator could be placed at the scene of the accident.

Making a false report to the police required a web of lies involving disparate group of people. In addition, Gargan would be risking his integrity and reputation as a lawyer. Should he be found out, he said I could lose ‘my ticket’-his license to practice law.

To drive home the importance of reporting the accident, Gargan invoked the name of Burke Marshall. “Because Bobby had said in my presence he was most capable or a new. I was advising the senator of this because he had a very serious problem and it was important to get who, in Bob’s opinion, was the best lawyer. “That’s what I thought Ted needed at the time.”

Of no less significance, Gargan was calling upon the memory of Robert Kennedy as a reminder of the responsibility the senator or as exemplar of those ideals. Gargan said, “When we were both boys, Bob spent so much time with Teddy, working on his sailing; more than that, to tell him: “Be disciplined. Be courageous. Meet every challenge with ability you have. We prepared for whatever opportunities that come your way.”

What Burke Marshall would advise, Gargan was certain, was for the senator to do exactly what he was insisting be done. “There was constant pressure on my part, saying it over and over. That he had to report the accident once.

The discussion was a stalemate when Gargan pulled up to the ferry landing looking across to the Edgartown lighthouse. Boats bobbed in the harbor’s waters, but nothing stirred. The channel was smooth as glass. The ferry was more on the opposite shore, the doc looked deserted.

Gargan had used public telephone that the landings ferry house that we can, there was no thought to using it now. He said, “I was expecting to go to the police station with the center to report the accident-once we got the story together.” The discussion about what had to be done continued in the car. Gargan sequence was to call David Burke and Burke Marshall, then report the accident to the police. “This conversation went around and around: “you’ve got to call those two people. You’ve got to report us immediately!”

The senator appeared unmoved by Gargan’s arguments, his silence and eloquent argument against reporting the accident. The famous Kennedy temper was stirring. Gargan had a short fuse himself. There was an edginess now to his reiteration. “I was in complete charge of the situation. I was pushing that sort of thing, saying over and over: Betty had to report the accident.”

The senator’s toleration of Gargan’s nagging was wearing thin. Finally, he had enough. He said, sharply, “all right, all right, Joey! I’m tired of listening to you. I’ll take care of it you go back. Don’t upset the girls. Don’t get them involved.”

Kennedy bolted from the car took three steps and open to the water.

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God rest her soul, and may that spineless, gutless POS rot in Hell.

It has to run neck and neck with Naples.

Eh. I forgot...Naples is the ARMPIT!

I simply don’t believe it. CAN’T happen up here in the People’s Republic of Massachusetts, the liberal utopia!

"Welcome to the United States. I love you."

When I was seven years old, I tried to crawl through a drainage pipe that went under a road. I could see the other side, so I thought it would be neat.

I wiggled my way in, and was about 15 feet in when I suddenly noticed the pipe was getting narrower. Next thing I knew, I couldn’t budge forward, and could only wiggle slightly backward.

I was lying on leaves, twigs and junk, arms out in front of me, and turned my head to say something to my older brother who was standing outside, when I saw that a huge cobweb and got squished all over my neck and shoulder.

And stuck right in it, was a big, huge, Daddy Longlegs. Just like the one on the Johnny Quest cartoon. Staring at me, with that single (I thought) eye.

That pipe immediately became skin-tight and I began to scream and wiggle in a most horrible fashion. Somehow, my brother wiggled in behind me, grabbed me by the ankles and pulled me out.

Next thing I knew, I was running down the middle of a residential street, screaming loudly, jumping in the air and twirling in a way that would have made a professional figure skater jealous, all the while beating my head and shoulders madly.

Every single time I glanced back, like a dog with tin cans tied to its tail, that Daddy Longlegs was still there...bouncing around, just within my field of view.

My brother got it off me, and even though I do not remember how I knew, I somehow found out that damned Daddy Longlegs was a corpse stuck in the web. It was one of my most frightening childhood experiences.

To this day, I harbor an irrational fear when I feel or see one on my body. I cannot kill them...they ARE interesting, and I find them fascinating, but...they still bring out some kind of primal fear in my gut, if even for a fleeting fraction of a second if one is on me.

Another time, I was driving down the road at night, and...a little itty bitty spider begins to lower itself from the ceiling of my car...right...in front of my nose.

So here I am, driving down a twisty New England road doing about 45 mph, at night, and I am completely fixated on this spider about three inches from the front of my face...inching slowly down towards my crotch.

I cannot take my eyes off of it for a second to look at the road. Just as I was coming to grips with the situation, doesn’t the damn thing just DROP and disappear into my lap.

I damn near wrecked my car. But I always wondered how my face looked to the spider...kind of fisheye distorted, bug eyed and crosseyed, with a great gaping black mouth slowly opening to reveal a waving uvula at the back of my throat as I yelled.

And all this isn’t because I am squeamish...I lived in the Philippines, and they had dang near every variety of bizzare huge beetle with enormous mandibles like Tiger Beetles, Rhinocerous Beetles, and the prized and rare, Ox Beetles. They had lizards, geckos, snakes, monkeys, boars, monitor lizards and God knows what else...but it was only the spiders that freaked me out.

BTW...I DO know Daddy Longlegs aren’t really spiders, and I DO know they are completely beneficial and harmless, but...still scary to me.

I am so stealing that animated gif...:)

...and THEN he got mauled...

For some reason, it reminds me of that old joke about a three-legged pig...:)

hehehehehehe...YES. That is EXACTLY what I think every time I see her statist face...

At the Hasty Pudding Award in 1974, one of the liberals asked him what he thought of Women's Lib, and he said: "I think women have a right to work anywhere they want to...as long as they have dinner when we want it!

He was poking the libs in the eye there...:)

They had a few movies together and got on pretty well because they were both very professonal actors, even though they were as far apart politically as could be.

I just finished watching “In Harm’s Way”, which had parts I really enjoyed, even though the battle scenes were...lame. Kirk Douglas was a rogue Navy officer in “Harm’s Way”, but after you said that, I was curious...he did that movie in 1966. here are some he did after up to “Harm’s Way” in which he starred with John Wayne. It had a big cast,Kirk Douglas, Patricia Neal, Tom Tryon, Paula Prentiss, Stanley Holloway, Burgess Meredith, Brandon deWilde, Jill Haworth, Dana Andrews, and Henry Fonda, etc. and I LOVED the on screen chemistry between Patricia Neal and John Wayne...it was great to watch. Sigh. If only they had decent special effects for naval battles back then.

1965 In Harm’s Way
Commander Paul Eddington

1964 Seven Days in May
Col. Martin ‘Jiggs’ Casey

1963 For Love or Money
Deke Gentry

1963 The List of Adrian Messenger
George Brougham / Vicar Atlee / Mr. Pythian / ...

1963 The Hook
Sgt. P.J. Briscoe

1962 Two Weeks in Another Town
Jack Andrus

1962 Lonely Are the Brave
John W. “Jack” Burns

1961 The Last Sunset
Brendan ‘Bren’ O’Malley

1961 Town Without Pity
Maj. Steve Garrett

1960 Spartacus
Spartacus

1960 Strangers When We Meet
Larry Coe

1959 The Devil’s Disciple
Richard Dudgeon

1959 Last Train from Gun Hill
Marshal Matt Morgan

1958 The Vikings
Einar

1957 Paths of Glory
Col. Dax

1957 Gunfight at the O.K. Corral
Doc Holliday

1957 Top Secret Affair
Maj. Gen. Melville A. Goodwin

I just finished reading a book about John Wayne. There was a part where he was at a party, called Kirk Douglas over to the side and chewed him out for playing the part of Vincent Van Gogh in a movie, something like:

“Jesus Christ, Kirk...there aren’t that many of us left! You can’t be playing the parts of weak, pansy f*****ts!” (or something close to that)

Me too. Flo creeps me out. She looks Soviet in some way, in those white rooms...

My All Time Favorite bar none!

Argument Sketch!"

Brilliant and logically constructed...:)

Darn. Wrong picture. This is the Photoshopped one...there is an unphotoshopped one that shows his thumb, and it looks exactly like a small, angry face.

BFL

No flopping in a sport where an anal tear is a real risk!

Mr. Paine...You are obviously a racist and a bigot. While these steps you have outlined seem reasonable to you and your dirty, filthy, sub-human conservative friends, they are completely impractical. I hope you have to cross that desert someday in desperation, and have your dead, desiccated body discovered by hikers.

/S

I agree completely.

I think there are different types of behavior issues, and the resolution/explanation of various ones makes a difference.

We need to figure out how to address them.

"...What I’d fear, and perhaps it is cynical, is that this wouldn’t cut federal taxes..."

I don't know why, but that statement made me chuckle. Not only will it NOT result in reduced Federal taxes, State taxes are almost certainly going to go up.

In a sane world...yes. Federal taxes would go down.

The Federal Highway Funds have rankled me for years. As other people have noticed, it is simply a giant slush fund used to reward and penalize behavior on part of states.

My understanding is states are allotted a certain percent, but a given state can get more if a politician needs candy, and can get less if they don't follow Federal guidelines on anything from Common Core to Affirmative Action.

"...Of all the known deviant sexual behaviors (disorders), what gives homosexuality its special, protected status?"

Liberals and other deviants of all stripes?

"...But my first thought was a bib flap and a safety pin..."

Sometimes, a cigar is just a cigar...

Apparently, not to some people!

Could be a penis. Could be a finger. Could be a flap. I had to look for a while before I saw it, but then...well, it explains itself there.

Who are you?????

Good gosh, you nearly made me spit on my screen several times in this thread!

Hahahahaha...washed down with a tasty draught from the porcelain goddess!

I am sure they find that water much more flavorful!

I went on a tour of the Tufts Veterinary College a long time ago, and they had a cow there that actually had an opening into her intestine. It was a big, screwed cap about six inches across, and when they needed some, they just unscrewed it and dipped some out.

The cow seemed perfectly happy, but it was weird as hell to see that!

This guy Toles is a scumbag of the highest order. I wrote him an email, and he actually sent a snarky reply back, about this cartoon:

This is the guy:

"...One year ago, today, was our generation’s moment..."

That's it? THAT'S your "generation's moment"?

Pretty sad and pathetic. Sucks to be your generation, if that is true.