Barry O.'s Speech to School Kids

Mr. President, will you please stop pandering to the wretched underclasses of this nation by constantly framing your own upbringing as one rife with poverty and despair?

I know that feeling. When I was young, my family lived in Indonesia for a few years, and my mother didn’t have the money to send me where all the American kids went to school. So she decided to teach me extra lessons herself, Monday through Friday – at 4:30 in the morning.

The truth needs to be re-clarified regarding Barry O.'s family: they may have struggled for a time in Indonesia, but he was raised for a better part of his youth in an affluent household in Hawaii before eventually leaving for college.

Why not mention that? He can't, because he couldn't work his Saul Alinsky inspired radical leftist agenda by separating himself from his target constituency of po' folks. A bleeding heart has to prove their commonality with the people they are trying to coddle.

Later in the speech, Barry O. has a second opportunity to clarify the truth of his upbringing and still doesn't.

I get it. I know what that’s like. My father left my family when I was two years old, and I was raised by a single mother who struggled at times to pay the bills and wasn’t always able to give us things the other kids had. There were times when I missed having a father in my life. There were times when I was lonely and felt like I didn’t fit in.

Living with an affluent grandmother smooths over lots of "pain," Barry O., and you know it, you disingenuous putz. Why not mention how attending one of Hawaii's most exclusive private schools can go a long way toward relieving any of that "pain" you allegedly had to suffer?

Barry O., like his liberal loser pals, can't help but to frame every societal issue in terms of race, ethnicity, socio-economic class, or gender.

As long as you were talking about race, Barry O., why didn't you mention which race is disproportionately represented in the American penal system? You should have stressed why it's important that members of that particular race stay in school and get a real job that doesn't involve peddling dope on street corners?

The Ted Kennedy Death Watch Is Over ... Finally

Congratulations to those who picked the "1-2 year" option since the poll was originally posted in the spring of 2008.

Rot in hell, you scumbag, and good riddance. You're the last to go. Camelot is finally dead, so all the liberal baby boomers can shed a tear move on. They've got their neo- Martin Luther Kennedy in Barry O. to pin their hopes on now.

The 40th Anniversary of Chappaquiddick

I wonder if Senator Teddy "The Swimmer" Kennedy paused to think about Mary Jo Kopechne's tragic and untimely death 40 years ago as his own inevitable demise looms ever so closely?

Where's the GOP Revolutionary Backlash?

I've just spent the last months observing and reflecting on what has transpired in America. As stated previously, I could have joined the collective whining that typically attends the loser's side of any battle. Instead, I've opted to take a higher road and instead I'm assigning blame on my own side for its present problems.

My party's leaders and many of its members seem to remain in a grave state of shock over last November's loss in the Presidential sweepstakes. After nearly nine months, what is the GOP doing? Many of its members are mired in a pointless snipe hunt over Barry O.'s true citizenship, prompting the embarrassing Left-inspired label "birthers." Please, fellow GOPers, this is as silly as the Left's previous clamor over Bush 43's National Guard service in the 70s that also went nowhere. Get over it, Barry O.'s birth certificate can't be disputed. Don't you know that even McCain's own 2008 campaign minions couldn't find anything wrong with it?

Then there's the hubbub over Sweetheart Sarah's abrupt resignation as governor of Alaska. I fervently hope that she can survive the legal onslaught that will most certainly attempt to ruin her political career during the next few years. The GOP faithful loves her folksy charm and cutsie-pie looks. I do, as well. I think she's damn cute and I appreciate how, like me, she believes that America has nothing to apologize for. Yet, she needs to expand her knowledge base considerably. She cannot afford to be made to look alarmingly ill-prepared when media attack dogs like Charlie Gibson and Katie Couric grill her on-camera. It's obvious that she just wasn't adequately prepared to be nominated as the VP during last year's GOP convention. It was desperate move by a desperate campaign. It caused a heartening but brief blip on the campaign's life monitor but it wasn't to be. Fanny Mae and Freddie Mac collapsed and it was all over for the Bush era and any GOP hopes.

I never bought into the GOP mantra of "we had to have a Carter before we had a Reagan." I don't see another Reagan on the horizon. I like Mitt Romney but the "old white guy" image doesn't make the grade anymore. Bobby Jindal doesn't come across as very electrifying. Tim Pawlenty has been invisible for the last nine months. The only Republican to have made any dent on public discourse has been Dick Cheney, for god's sake, a Bush era remnant that I always liked but would soon prefer to forget in view of the future needs of the party.

I won't even consider the unelectable darlings of the GOP freak fringe, Mike Huckabee or Ron Paul, either.

The Obamaniacs Have Won

A man of questionable character and ability that far too many people didn't have the courage to vet too intensely was elected President last week. Sixty five million Americans voted for Barry Obama under the pretense that a "change" would be forthcoming without really knowing what that change would be,  except that their choice was anyone but a Republican. This neo-Martin Luther Kennedy's victory gave millions of guilt ridden white liberals some relief from forty years of non-stop self-flagellation. Just reading through blogs since last Tuesday indicates that the American left experienced its first collective orgasm since Bill and Hillary Clinton were elected as the first co-Presidents in 1992. In less than a week, I am already sick of hearing about an alleged "glass ceiling" that's been decisively shattered for all blacks in America. In reality, each of us can look around and note lots of successful blacks who apparently weren't aware that such a limitation existed since the passage of the Civil Rights Act of 1964. The left still thinks we're living in the Jim Crow era, evidently.

If a "glass ceiling" has in their collective mind been eradicated, then any lingering debt over slavery should now be considered paid in full. If a racist clown like Rep. John Conyers opens his yap about reparations again I will be phoning his office to bitterly complain. 

John McCain and Sarah Palin made the best of a near impossible situation, trying to mount a winning campaign with the MSM and a faltering economy working against them, not to mention the burden of dragging along the discredited Bush years like yokes around their necks. What also did not help was a non-unified conservative base. This writer repeatedly tangled over the last few months with too many disgruntled yet idiotic paleo-cons and Losertarians hell-bent on making it clear that McCain was not the right choice for the GOP. I read too much of this "it took a Jimmy Carter to give us a Reagan" nonsense, as if America can afford to throw away four years so easily. A lot of damage can be done in that short amount of time. 

I read and heard all the blather I could endure from the anti-Bush legions since 2000 and therefore, I have decided not to join the post-election anti-Obama chorus, which will undoubtedly sound as shrill and tiresome as all the Alec Baldwins and the Sean Penns and the Dixie Chickens (sic) put together. Ranting from a position of weakness sounds too pathetic and would force me to side with the underdogs. I have little, if any, tolerance for bottom feeders, either, and that's exactly how I will view many members of my party for the next four years if they do nothing but attack Obama every day over anything he says or does. I would prefer maintaining some dignity by remaining quiet until it's time to elect a new President. Barry O. was elected and there's nothing that can be done about it. I have already stopped listening to any radio or TV featuring political pundits offering their wealth of opinions. I'm sick of all of them and who needs them? I don't.

A word to the GOP: get your asses in gear and start developing some fresh talent for the future. I do not want to see any more old guys grabbing at nominations by virtue of their party seniority. Sarah Palin was a step in the right direction, although she does really need to complete her current gubernatorial term and at least be re-elected for a second one before taking a shot at 2012. She needs to get out of Alaska more. It you can't better improvise some fast-on-your-feet answers with a bobblehead like Katie Couric then you need to repeat Campaigning 101. The GOP needs to replenish its hopes with the help of younger guys like Tim Pawlenty and Bobby Jindal, both of whom impress me greatly. I truly feel sorry for Jeb Bush, perhaps the smartest and most politically agile of all of George and Barbara's kids but unfortunately, facing an ever dimming prospect of being able to extend the family's political dynasty. 

I'm sure there are plenty of other people out there who are as exhausted by the media circus that surrounded this political campaign as I am. Coupled with my family's recent portfolio collapse, I'm ready for an extended break from grinding my teeth, a renewed smoking habit, and sleepless nights. The ink isn't even dry on this campaign and the machine is already being cranked up for 2010. Feh!

This may very well be the last entry for Meet David Black. I don't know where to take this blog now. There are other things to write about besides politics. There is also music to listen to and great films to watch on TCM. It goes without saying that there is also family to enjoy and be proud of.

I now raise my arms high in the air and wave peace signs at everyone before boarding the helicopter for the last time.

Bloodied But Unbowed

I could be the kind of individual that would let the current financial turmoil compel me to condemn everything about the American free market system. I certainly would have the perfect excuse to do so. My family lost a considerable sum of money with the collapse of AIG. We trusted hirelings to advise and manage our capital and as a consequence, they made some grave mistakes recently. We had no reason to mistrust their judgment, as they had been in our employ for years. Needless to say, they have been pink slipped and at present, we are managing our own affairs for the time being.

One must never forget that in life, there are no guarantees. Everything involves risk. "Hope for the best, expect the worst," has been the credo headlined on this blog. It's what I've been taught since I was a youngster.

Is this the worst that could happen? Perhaps not. Money comes and goes and can always be replaced.

My lovely wife Tirzah reminds me of the horrors our people have had to endure over five thousand years. She also reminds me of what we unfortunately witnessed while living in Israel in the 1970s.

You can't replace a loved one or a friend who dies before their time as a consequence of being gassed or bombed by rockets. 

I've been saying for years that the perfect antidote to the spoiled and self-entitled attitude among many Americans is a severe economic upheaval. It would separate the self-reliant and strong from the dependent and weak.

I could count myself and members of my family among the self-reliant and strong. We will always have each other. It's always been an Us vs. Them mentality among members of my tribe. From that our strength comes. 

You can't put a price on that. Whatever happens, we will prevail.  I refuse to jump on this bandwagon of whining about those in positions of power. There's enough blame to go around. We can't forget to place some of the blame on the idiots that signed on to sub prime mortgage deals.

I am undecided as to whether or not a federal bailout will work. I think it might be worth the gamble.

Ron(Laughing)Stock08

Some 10,000 scraggly malcontents and misfits convened upon the St. Paul area last week to stage their own cut rate version of the much grander and official GOP convention being held in Minneapolis. The event was headlined by popular messianic figure and former Presidential candidate, Texas congressman Ron Paul.

As expected during the one day event, each keynote speaker plowed through the now standard script that appealed directly to the paranoid fears and isolationist yearnings of those in attendance.

You can be sure that no one speaking at this event wore a $300,000 outfit like Cyndi McCain's. "Cheap is good" is one of the unspoken mantras of the Losertarian movement. Losertarians as well as their paleo-conservative brethren would prefer a United States that operates like a low rent mom-and-pop store with a "No Furriners!" sign in the window which pulls down their shades and closes at 5 PM.

A group that is fighting for their right to damage their lungs and brains with marijuana smoke wants America to know that the GOP has lost its way from its "traditional" roots. They are also incensed that the Constitution is not being regarded as sacrosanct. If it wasn't necessary then in 1789, it's not necessary now in 2008, they believe. It wasn't known how many of the convention attendees eschewed electricity or arrived to the event on horses and buggies.

No one in attendance, even Dr. Paul, could account for the success of the Bush Administration's US foreign policy that has prevented any attacks on American shores since 9/11/01. That wasn't part of the discussion that day.

At promptly 4:20 PM, the convention floor suddenly cleared as a mad dash for the rest rooms was witnessed. That was immediately followed by 30 minute snack break, courtesy of Frito Lay, Drake's Cakes, and several soft drink vendors.