Monday, July 28, 2014

America's Obama Buyer's Remorse

News of polling this weekend indicating a sense of buyer's remorse, in that in a head to head, Mitt Romney would beat Barack Obama.  Interesting, but irrelevant.  Our system has no "do overs".  That said, we are watching the Obama Presidency unravel and there is growing affinity/wistfulness for Governor Romney.  Big Brother Jim continues to believer Mitt will run....and win.  I'm not sure of either.  Polling elsewhere indicates Romney loses to Hillary--though Hillary is having her own issues right now.

The normal apolitical Kitten laid it out pretty squarely for me the other night.  In her mind, the Republicans should nominate Romney, and Romney should announce very, very early in the process, his running mate.  The Kitten insists the path to victory is for that running mate to be an EXCEPTIONALLY WELL QUALIFIED woman.  When I mentioned Condi Rice, she pounced on it.

I say all this because The Kitten doesn't swim in the same cesspools of politics that I do.  She's moderate, centrist to liberal, but often votes Republican.

Saturday, July 26, 2014

CW Rockin' His Day Job....

Got an hour and a quarter to waste?

Friday, July 25, 2014

Stop Discriminating Against Racists!

So much of the liberal/progressive agenda is race driven. It's their primary motivator and certainly their tactic of last resort. Anything they can turn into a race issue they will, be it supposed environmental issues like the Keystone pipeline (blacks suffer from pollution more than whites),  gun rights or even municipal services run primarily by blacks for a majority black population. The Race Card is to American leftists what Hyperdrive is to Star Wars characters; get your ass in trouble you can't get out of then HIT THE BUTTON and bam, you're good to go!

To win this country back, to restore the American dream we have to kill the Race Card. We have to make the world safe for racists. In other words we have to understand that freedom is the primary value here, NOT JUSTICE!

Of course we want a colorblind, just society, but we cannot fall into the trap of trying to have a perfect society to the detriment of the good. Freedom is freedom, we know how to do free, but what exactly is just? Justice is a very subjective and selective thing. It's a plasticized, ethereal, indeterminate good that nobody can describe. It's like porn, they know it when they see it, but the "they" is always changing. For example, is it just that Lebron James can play basketball extremely well and I can't? Is it just that Suzie is more attractive than Sarah, but Sarah is better at math? Freedom allows us to use our talents (and God given advantages) to our own personal and society's benefit. The pursuit of justice however, taken to extreme, results in a theoretical world (as yet unrealized) as described in Vonnegut's excellent Harrison Bergeron but to date is more like Kafka's The Trial (most certainly realized). Have a look at the Cultural Revolution or Stalin's purges if you doubt me.

The whole Civil Rights Movement was based on FREEDOM! It was a movement to free blacks from the shackles of Jim Crow. "Give us our freedom" they said and we'll do the rest, or as James Brown put it: "Don't give me anything, just open the door and I'll get it myself". Well too many didn't get it themselves, too many expected payback, too many wanted handouts. Why you ask?  Because leftists and "civil rights leaders" profited by their victimization. What could be MORE unjust or racist?

The 'justice trumps freedom" argument is being made today by people like the Rev. William Barber. This is an opportunity to burn the race card. We should absolutely engage the enemy on this issue with the moral authority of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. as our witness. Freedom is real, freedom works and ultimately freedom is the only justice.

Paul Ryan is the Leader of the Republican Party

How many times will we have to be reminded of how right Mitt Romney was?  Well, yesterday was one of those times, when Romney's hand-picked running mate took to the stage at the American Enterprise Institute to offer his agenda for reducing poverty in America.  Simply put, there is no smarter Republican on the scene today, not a single legislator who understands root causes and conservative solutions, no one better than Paul Ryan.

Yuval Levin has a nice piece at National Review on what he calls Ryan's "Mobility Agenda".  Here is a link to the plan itself--well worth some time in the hammock this weekend to review.  And here's a video of the speech he gave at AEI.

Spend some time familiarizing yourself with these points.  Remember that Mike Lee, Marco Rubio, and other Republicans are saying many of these same things. Arm yourself with the facts so that the next time a whiny liberal says that Republicans don't have serious policy prescriptions, you can beg to differ.

Big Fat Friday Free For All

An unidentified fat man and Tigerhawk
What's got you down, friend?  Another defeat in court for your signature legislative achievement?  A little "shoot down" get in the way of your fundraising fun?

Share, people.  Share.

If you have a kind bone in your body, send out cosmic good wishes to my paterfamilias Jimmy Wires who is recovering from some manner of arterial procedure.  It is a necessary predecessor to upcoming back surgery, which is necessary to his getting back on the golf course.

No weigh in today, on the road.

But a new photo of a fat person (me) after dinner with the famous Jack Henneman, a.k.a. Tigerhawk, latest addition to the team here at the CW, the inspiration for my becoming a blogger, and a damn fine dinner companion.

Sunday, July 20, 2014

Dispatch from the Land of Poetry

This dispatch comes to you from the living room couch of the McGrath Family ancestral seat in Johnston County, North Carolina, where I am reliably informed a great literary debate rages over this State's obvious love of poetry. It is written on my iPad, so please forgive the mistakes. I arrive yesterday, after a deliciously selfish evening of steak and conversation with a brilliant friend, and then sweet repose in the luxe bunk afforded me by a posh hotel in Arlington, obtained for fifty dollars and some reward points.  I rose early (for room service breakfast) and then got on the road for Chesterfield Va and the home of much older brother Tom.  There, slightly younger brother Pat and his family were abiding, waiting on my arrival to whisk his issue to NC to consort with their cousins and grandparents for the week.

Puberty is an awesome force, demonstrated by little Liam greeting me at Tom's, a manboy of 14 and somewhere north of five ten.  From his angelic face boomed the deep yet unready voice of manhood, and I found I conversed with him differently than I had in the past, as if his explosion of hormones had somehow qualified him for a new level of intellectual access. His sister Emma is a girl of interesting depth, and I aim to plumb a bit of it while I am near.

I am here for a periodic visit, timed somewhat to coincide with my sainted mother's 79th birthday. Both she and my Dad are well, in full possession of their feisty spirits, but also dealing with a variety of skeletal maladies that mark the passage of time. Dad hasn't golfed since February, but I have confidence he will be back swinging again in a few months.

There is little on my agenda for the day, save for a nap later in the afternoon. I arrived here yesterday at quarter past two, and was sound asleep by half past three. The room they put me in seems to exert an oddly gravitational pull in the afternoon, and I am powerless to resist. My folks have become used to my post arrival naps, and take no offense therefrom.

Now I will put this down and watch golf with my Dad, something I've done periodically for my whole life.  With great pleasure.

Saturday, July 19, 2014

This is How You Get Sucked In

Into poetry? Me too. Nobody likes a good poem more than the Hammer household.

There once was an artist named Saint
Who swallowed some samples of paint
All shades of the spectrum
Flow out of his rectum
What a colorful lack of restraint!

Well, it seems there's much hubbub in the Old North State about our Republican Governor's choice of "Poet Laureate". What's that you say? What's a "poet laureate" and why do we need one? You must be kidding you uneducated p.o.s. redneck, of course we need a state poet and I'll tell you why...MORON! We need a Grand Master Poet Czar  for the very same reason we need a state flower or state color or state bird...because everybody else has one and Goddamnit we ain't getting left behind!

There once was a fellow McSweeny
Who spilled some gin on his weenie
Just to be couth
He added Vermouth
Then slipped his girlfriend a martini!

Anyway Gov. McCrory (a stupid ass Republican!) went out and appointed some self-published "poet" (I use the term loosely) by the name of Valerie Macon, and guess what? Our REAL poets ain't having none! Just who the hell ever heard of Valarie Macon anyway? She's obviously a tool of the right, why else would she be appointed? I'm sure she thinks she's Emily Dickinson (the stupid bitch) but we ain't impressed...besides she's not in "The Club". As you well know our past Mac Daddy poets have been household names. Who can forget Kathryn Stripling Byer or Cathy Smith Bowers (all women of importance have THREE names, preferably hyphenated). I don't know about you but when I think highbrow I 'm not thinking Tennyson, Dryden or Pope, I'm thinking Bowers! And to prove my point here's just a sample of the genius of Cathy (winner of the coveted Texas Tech Poetry Award).

I had a boyfriend once, after my mother 
and brothers and sisters and I 
fled my father’s house, who worked 
at the Piggly Wiggly where he stocked 
shelves on Fridays until midnight 
then drove to my house to sneak me out,
take me down to the tracks by the cotton mill
where he lifted me and the quilt I’d brought 
into an empty boxcar. All night 
the wild thunder of looms. The roar of trains 
passing on adjacent tracks hauling 
their difficult cargo, cotton bales 
or rolls of muslin on their way 
to the bleachery to be whitened, patterned 
into stripes and checks, into still-life gardens 
of wisteria and rose. And when the whistle 
signaled third shift free, he would lift me 
down again onto the gravel and take me home. 
If my mother ever knew she didn’t say, so glad 
in her new freedom, so grateful for the bags 
of damaged goods stolen from the stockroom 
and left on our kitchen table. Slashed 
bags of rice and beans he had bandaged
with masking tape, the labelless cans, 
the cereals and detergents in varying
stages of destruction. Plenty 
to get us through the week, and even some plums 
and cherries, tender and delicious, 
still whole inside the mutilated cans 
and floating in their own sweet juice.


Friday, July 18, 2014

Big Fat Friday Free For All

What's got you down, Chum?  Did a craven attack on a civilian airliner get in the way of your fundraising?  Are you forced to lay off 18,000 people a week after publicly advocating for increased immigration?  Share your pain, friends.

After ballooning to 191.6 on vacation, a week of moderate eating and exercise has me down to 187 today.  Brother Tom has continued to provide both an excellent example of the benefits of diet and exercise and of the need for more effective psychotropic drugs to control personality disorders.  And yes, Tom, I do believe that my propensity to post a timely BFFFFA is correlated with weight loss that week.

I'm working with a bunch of "young gun" right of center defense and foreign policy types in DC today and then carousing with them a bit in the early evening. Rather than fight the beachgoers all the way to Easton, only to get up at the crack of dawn for my drive to the ancestral center of the McGrath order (North Crack-a-lina), I shall hole up for the night in a posh spot in NoVa for a pittance after having redeemed stay points.

Heading down to see Ma and Pa, the former having turned a sprightly 79 on Wednesday.  I'm rolling through the Capital of the Confederacy in the AM, there to accumulate the spawn of younger brother Patrick, the artist formerly known as "Goldwater's Ghost".  Young Liam and Emma will be at brother Tom's house with their parents for a visit, and then I'll convey them down for a longer visit with their sainted grandparents.  I do hope they won't mind my propensity to blog at 100 mph.

Be well, friends.  Be well.

Thursday, July 17, 2014


Israeli Defense Forces have entered Gaza to eliminate the vermin threat inside Gaza.  I wish them every success and, despite what our Hamas-loving Administration and most American leftists believe, I am confident the IDF will, while ridding the earth of their neighboring pestilence, take considerably greater measures to protect Gaza civilians than Hamas themselves have ever done for their own people to date.

And thank God there are still men of principle and conviction in this dangerous world who were able to fill the gaping hole that our nation has dug for two elections in a row.  I never thought I'd see the day when I would salute the leaders of Canada, Egypt and Israel for bucking a global shamefest and standing firmly united against the Hamas terrorists while our milquetoast, inept, unqualified and shame-worthy tyrant in chief votes "present" on the world stage. 

What in the hell are we doing, America?


From the Washington Times:

NYC Creates ID Card So 500K Illegal Immigrants Can Get
Services New York City Mayor Bill de Blasio signed into law a measure that creates a municipal identification card that can now be used by illegal immigrants to access government services, rent an apartment and open a bank account.

...because you are ignorant enough to think it's really free and you don't care about whether you remain free
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