Sunday, 29 May 2016

This Way to the Egress!

The circus came early to Vancouver this year, but it wasn't the Shriners, who pretend they're Arabs. It was the Conservatives who pretend they're conservatives. 
            First in the big tent was former ringmaster Harper, who broke a six-month silence to say absolutely nothing. The old tax tamer was obviously still convalescing from the mauling he got last October when he took on the Liberal pussycat, Trudeau the terrible. Without his whip he looked a broken man, and thanks to him and his cowardly party, we'll soon be a broken country. 
         Transmania notwithstanding, there were no bearded ladies (unless you counted the macho matrons vying to be the next leader). But a star speaker turned out to be something just as bizarre: a Muslim Tory. After calling out the party bigots who made her "feel that she didn't belong" in the party during the election, she got hugs and penitence all round. Poor freak. No one had the heart -  or the guts - to tell her that anyone who believes that a mass-murdering so-called prophet, who is the inspiration for nine out of nine acts of terrorism in the world, was the "most perfect of men," will not ever belong in the country! 
             On to the high-wire act, where the pseudo-righties walked the tightrope of gay marriage. The crowd grew hushed as the old one-man-one-woman plank was struck from the platform. The old stalwarts had to cover their eyes but the feat was finally accomplished: sods and sodbusters reconciled at last.  
            Next up were the Flying Amenders, acrobats who double as contortionists. Agreed: on just ticketing marijuana possession. Agreed: abortion, short term, late term, is here to stay. Agreed: the safety net must stay but taxes should fall. Agreed: we agree with the Liberals on just about everything. 
            Political correctness has banned most animal acts these days, so the big cats are gone. But the fat cats are everywhere. They run the three-ring circus of all the country's parties and that's why immigration is never on the bill. 300, 000 (mostly Islamic) "new Canadians" coming by year's end thanks to the Pretty Boy Tyrant, and the entire Conservative establishment has nothing to say about it except what they said during their own heyday in the ring: "Immigrants make good Conservative voters." And Conservatives make good Liberal cucks. 
            This is a party in need of a suicide assist. When they lose the next one in '19 after the Liberals import a new electorate, maybe we'll find a Trump to rally the right. Until then, send in the clowns!               

Monday, 16 May 2016

Is Something Burning?

A day after running its most preposterous smear against Trump to date, based on anecdotes and decades-old impressions from former dates and spouses, the New York Times is now assailing him for his upcoming "little is off limits" campaign against Hillary Clinton. It's the familiar lament: the Donald and women! Yesterday he was out of bounds getting in their pants; today he's off limits airing their dirty laundry. Will he never learn!
    The article offers nothing in the way of new information about either candidate, but as a testament of media bias it turns a corner - right off a cliff.

"For Mrs. Clinton, the coming battle is something of a paradox. She has decades of experience and qualifications, but it may not be merit that wins her the presidency — it may be how she handles the humiliations inflicted by Mr. Trump."

          Quite possibly, Patrick Healy may be the stupidest donkey in the entire Times stable. Never mind the blatant shilling for Hillary in what is purporting to be a piece of analysis: is he really suggesting that Clinton simply deserves the presidency over an unmeritorious Trump? 
         And never mind his confusion of "paradox" with irony: it may indeed be an irony that a political contender pushing a feminist agenda should get dragged down by such "patriarchal" baggage as traditional marriage vows, but there is nothing quizzically illogical, i.e., paradoxical, in merit confounded by shame. 
        But can't this idiot grasp the difference between an insult and a humiliation? If Trump succeeds in "inflicting" a humiliation on her, then, by definition, she's lost it. There are many ways of handling criticism or insults, the usual method being the one favoured by Trump himself: hurl back one or two of your own. 
         But there's only one way to handle a humiliation: you suck it up! So is Healy conceding that Clinton is damaged goods before the contest even starts? Seems to be the case, although he's loth to state it in plain English.

"Mrs. Clinton has often flourished in the wake of boorish behavior: her husband’s affair with Monica Lewinsky, Kenneth W. Starr’s investigation of her husband, the congressional impeachment proceedings."

These are examples of boorishness?  An infidelity, a judicial inquiry and a congressional vote? What dictionary is Healy using? Aren't they, in fact, straightforward examples of adultery, legal overreach, and a failed motion, respectively? But Trump is "boorish" so it follows that all who have challenged the Clintons are "boorish" as well. 

"In a telephone interview, [Trump] noted that women did not like seeing Mrs. Clinton insulted or bullied by men. He said he wanted to be more strategic. . ."

What telephone interview? Where's the transcript, Patrick? Or are your readers content to trust your paraphrase of the NYT's most hated enemy? It's highly improbable that Trump would have referred to attacks on Clinton as "bullying." That would be tantamount to conceding that he himself has been "bullying" her up to now. And according to the media and to Clinton herself, that is exactly what he's been doing. When Trump talks of the "woman card," what he really means is the bully card. 
          But, literally, a bully is defined as someone with an unfair physical advantage over another. There's no question of a physical encounter between Trump and Hillary, even at the level of a shouting match. In fact, it's doubtful that the two rivals have ever been in the same room together. So the term must be a metaphor. It is a figure of speech. In that case, unless his critics are conceding that the "bombastic" Mr.Trump has some mental or rhetorical advantage over the woman, they can only mean that he is verbally "abusive" toward her. But how, exactly? 
        A simple test of a street bully is whether he - or she - would fight someone their own size or even bigger. So a simple test of a sexist, metaphorical, bully would be whether he attacks men with the same vigour he does women. The last year proves that Trump is no bully: he insults one and all, all too indiscriminately. 
       Now, is this really where fifty-plus years of feminism has taken America: that no man can prevail over a woman in the rough and tumble of the political arena without being castigated for unfairly using what the gynocracy calls his "upper-body advantage" - recalling that the brain is indeed part of the upper body? If so, then it's time to dust off and update Harry Truman's old adage, and tell the woman who once so famously scorned the humble prospect of ever baking cookies: Lady, if you can't stand the heat, go back to the kitchen!

Saturday, 14 May 2016

Item: Trump has "no opinion" on school bathroom law.

Now, though pink doors may no longer close,
To pretenders in makeup and hose,
If Obama enforces
What folly endorses,
There's one cross he'll completely expose!

Saturday, 7 May 2016

News item: London votes in first Muslim mayor

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London's bridges are falling down, 
Falling down, falling down;
London's bridges are falling down,
My fair lady.


Build them up with lies and hype,
Lies and hype, lies and hype;
Build them up with lies and hype,
My fair lady.



Lies and hype will get found out,
Get found out, get found out;
Lies and hype will get found out,
My fair lady.

Bolster them with bribes and threats,
Bribes and threats, bribes and threats;
Bolster them with bribes and threats,
My fair lady.

Bribes and threats will viral go,
Viral go, viral go;
Bribes and threats will viral go,
My fair lady. 

Silence all with blocks and bans,
Blocks and bans, blocks and bans;
Silence all with blocks and bans,
My fair lady.

Blocks and bans won't stop rage,
Won't stop rage, won't stop rage  ;
Blocks and bans won't stop rage,
My fair lady.

Crush them down with fines and jail,
Fines and jail, fines and jail;
Crush them down with fines and jail,
My fair lady.

Fines and jail won't kill the truth 
Kill the truth, kill the truth;
Fines and jail won't kill the truth,
My fair lady.

Give 'em a choice: dhimmi or Muz,
Dhimmi or Muz, dhimmi or Muz;
Give 'em a choice: dhimmi or Muz,
My fair lady.

Some will fight against the tax,
Against the tax, against the tax;
Some will fight against the tax,
My fair lady. 

Chop their heads off with an ax,
With an ax, with an ax;
Chop their heads off with an ax, 
My fair lady. 


Monday, 2 May 2016

Song of the Cockroaches

To the tune of "La Cucaracha"

La coo-coo Raza, La coo-coo Raza,
How crazy can they be?
To block the hotel plaza,
And hand Trump a backdoor victory!

La coo-coo Raza, La coo-coo Raza,
Yelling grievances and gripes,
While waving the flag for Aztlan,
Only boosts the Stars and Stripes.

La coo-coo Raza, La coo-coo Raza,
Trashing parks and police cruisers;
And every can they set ablaze,
Lights up the Donald with the Hoosiers.

La coo-coo Raza, La coo-coo Raza,
Spitting on and torching Old Glory,
Browning off even democrats yeah!
Who'll vote Trump and not be sorry.

La coo-coo Raza, La coo-coo Raza,
You'll rue throwing rocks in a brawl,
When they come back a tu casa,
Helping build the Donald's wall!

La coo-coo Raza, La coo-coo Raza,
Look yourself in your collective face,
And face the fact that, 
You've given Trump the race!

La coo-coo Raza, La coo-coo Raza,
When you planned your revolución,
Who knew you'd be asking,"Que pasa?"
When America got one of her own?