Monthly Archives: February 2011

Steve Jobs: The Greatest President Ever

My sister was learning about past American presidents in grade school. She asked me who my favorite was. I cleared my throat and thought about it for a few seconds. I could have went with an easy answer like Lincoln or FDR (a fan of neither) or gone with my personal favorite, Grover Cleveland. That would have been an easy answer. I had to dig deeper, think deeper. A light bulb came to life in my head. I had it! My favorite President of all time is…Steve Jobs!


Steve Jobs is the greatest industrialist since Henry Ford. The inventor of the iPod, iPhone and iPad, President and co-founder of Apple Computers; his gifts to human civilization are immense.


Unlike Barack Obama and almost every other President, he has done no harm. Steve Jobs is not putting a gun to your head to make you buy an iPod. Steve Jobs is not forcing you to give him money so his regime can fight illegal, unjust wars. Participation in Steve Job’s organization is completely voluntary. You can opt-out at any time.


Steve Jobs puts out a product that people actually want. What does the President of the United States push? Taxes, crushing regulations, death, destruction, forced penury and war; Steve Jobs pushes happiness and products that bring you both spiritual and intellectual enlightenment.


The media and public school system tell us to worship tax-feeding bureaucrats like Theodore Roosevelt and Abraham Lincoln. They tell us we should aspire to be like the George Bushes and Barack Obamas of the world. While the true heroes, the ones we should aspire to be are living in Silicone Valley. They are creating heaven on Earth through innovation and mechanics. While Presidents and their underlings are stunting the growth of the dynamic human spirit while robbing us blind, men like Steve Jobs are giving us the tools to explore space; both inner and outer.


Steve Jobs has done more for the world than any government can even aspire to. He is one of the greatest men alive in our time. His inventions, his products and his business tactics will be copied and remembered throughout time. For that, and that alone, he is the greatest President to ever walk the Earth.


Michelle Bachman Voted For The Patriot Act And Supports Endless Wars

            Michele Bachman loves to pontificate to the whole world on why the Constitution should be followed. She can talk about it all she wants but when the task comes to uphold the Constitution she shreds it like a year old bank statement.


            Michelle Bachman voted to extend the Patriot Act last week. The Patriot Act ushered in a police state in this country that crushes souls and takes away the sovereignty of each and every individual living in the United States.


            You have no more privacy. Your right to free speech is impinged upon. Exercising your right of transportation is viewed as suspect. Your home is no longer your castle. You have no more rights. You are chattel. You can thank the Patriot Act for that.


            The Founders attached the Bill of Rights to the Constitution so the liberties of the American people would be protected from the Federal Government. They had the foresight to put into law rigid restrictions on the Federal power structure. They knew when the State obtains more power the freedoms of its people go to the wayside.


            Don’t tell that to these supposed ‘freedom fighters’! These Republicans pay lip service to the Constitution but kill it. Congress Critters like Michelle Bachman don’t care about the Constitution. They only care about what their warmongering neo-conservative friends have to say.  As long as they can keep the welfare/warfare machine turning the Koch brothers will keep the gravy train rolling and neo-con warmongers like Bill Kristol will write glowing reviews about them in their magazines.


            Michelle Bachman is just like Sarah Palin. They both have cutesy Midwest accents that make them seem appealing to every Tom, Dick and Harry working in a coalmine. They both set themselves up as leaders of the Tea Party movement. And they both hate freedom. These two jackals have turned a movement once populated with patriots and fed it to the neo-con hive mind. They led the Tea Party… into the slaughterhouse!


            The Tea Party is now nothing more than the retarded conjoined twin of the tyranny-loving wing of the Republican Party. The Tea Party has relegated itself to future obscurity and political death. It will go away like every single genuine political movement from the New Left to the Carter-era conservative movement that were hijacked by oligarchs and warmongers.


            Ron Paul is surging in the polls because conservatives and wishy-washy libertarians are realizing that he is the only true path for freedom in our time. Michelle Bachman discredits herself every time she opens her mouth. Lets hope no one else falls for her tyrannical tendencies. 

Putting The Pussy On The Pedestal: A Cautionary Tale

            I spent my entire young adult life chasing women. Oh, some were goddesses. They radiated sexuality and the curves of their bodies hinted at what would be possible if you just put a little more effort into reaching that hallowed ground. Some weren’t that special but try telling me that then. I followed them like a lost puppy dog. Reason and self-control went through the window. I sank below them and become a guideless hermaphrodite. I put the girls on a pedestal while devoting one hundred percent of my energy on them. I fell into a trap. I wasted my time.

            I remember Amber like it was yesterday. She was the aloof girl that all the guys want to have in bed but is so lost in her fog you won’t pull her out without getting lost in her transitory mists.

            I met her one late night riding in a friend’s car. We went to pick her up at the end of her shift at some grease spoon restaurant in the middle of a grimy Long Island industrial park.

Her hair was red, her eyes spoke of innumerable surprises waiting for one patient enough to exhume them and she smelled of heaven itself. Just listening to her talk was intoxicating. From that moment on I was bewitched and knew I would follow her to the ends of the Earth. 

That night was the catalyst for my months of misery and discontent. Sure, there were fun times. But I got snared in her web. I was induced into her circle of bitchy unfulfilled girl friends and white trash that dress like clowns just for kicks (not hyperbole). She pulled me around like a dog on a leash while I drooled and asked for more. I was in love and damn the obstacles.

I professed my love to her on many occasions. I went in with aces high but was shot down every time. I knew she loved me. Why would she swat me down? Was she a sadist? Or was she rejecting me because she was on the pedestal like a goddess and knew she was nothing but an abstract in my head and could dick me around for as long as she wished?

Amber was a free spirit, not in the good way. She did whatever her backward instincts told her. The fact she left bodies in her wake mattered little to her.

Half the time I tried to call her she would claim exhaustion. While she laid out this buffet of lies reality was kicking in. She loved being around men…men that were not I.

Depression kicked in. I spiraled into a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. One moment I’d be happy and carefree. The next I would be soul crushingly depressed. The next I would be driven to anger so great that only a force of God could keep me contained.

My life was turning to steam. My career was suffering. My writing output was minimal to non-existent.

Why was my life being destroyed? I believed I needed female companionship to be successful in life. I believed I was nothing without a girl at my side.

She pervaded my dreams. Every night she and I would profess love for each other. Every time I would wake up at the moment of physical expression. It haunted me. It taunted me with the fruit I could never procure.

My dreams were my worst enemy. They eventually came into my favor, like all good double- edged swords do.

In the ether, we were in a factory of some sort with monolithic machines creating nameless items for nameless consumers. Amber was wearing a white dress, matching perfectly with her pale white skin. Her ruby red hair had bone white lilies around the fringes in a broken crown. I was naked, hairy, in the form of a great ape.

She led me around the machines. She always dancing, always bouncing, and always skipping.  I ran clumsily behind her, always tripping in my lack of coordination.

She turned her head to me and grinned. She said,” You must take my hand. Taking my hand will take us to the promised land.”

I reached for her hand. She pulled it away from me and ran on.

I ran after Amber some more. I always came close but never quite reached her.

I grew tired of the chase. I became angry. I punched the ground as hard as I could with my ape arms. The world shook.

I pulled in the hardest breath I could and roared,” I will take no more of this! You are always running! I am always chasing! No more! You have caused me nothing but misery and heartache! You believe yourself an unattainable goddess, but you are just a girl! You mean nothing to me. You may be wearing flowers in your hair but they just hide the aloof and hungry monster waiting inside! You have no more power over me, Amber!  I will succeed in life without you. I no longer need you. I am free! I am a man!”

The hair receded. I became a man once more. She gave me one more look. Her eyes shot white beams of light and she disappeared in a flash of heavenly light. The world disappeared. I woke up.

I felt liberated after that dream. I was running around Amber like a chicken with its head cut off. I had lost sight of what really matters: my self and my well -being. I thought I needed a woman in my life to make me complete. I didn’t. Even though the company of the fairer sex is always a pleasure, thinking you need one of them to be successful in life is a crock. Women are great. But I had been spending almost all of my energies on one single girl while my life fell apart around me.

The next day I let loose on Amber and it was not pretty. I am known for having a quick mouth with a sinister edge. I have a tendency to use my language to make you feel small, to make you reevaluate your life and realize you are nothing but a useless cog in the machine; kill yourself for you are unworthy unto me. I called her axel grease, a reptilian monster let loose upon the Earth to lower the standards and a perky little whore who will only amount to a buck fifty an hour.

Amber cried, she cried some more and she cried even more. But I felt liberated. The monkey was off my back. I was now able to take on the world once more without the burden of a broken piece of tail.

Like most males my age, I had been sold a lie. Liberals have been telling us that women are goddesses on a pedestal to be worshipped by all men without restraint. You don’t need to make money, find inner enlightenment or find success in your chosen field to be a success. No, you need a woman around to complete you. You must chase them or you are less than a man. You are unworthy unto them. You are a dumb slob who is only kept around by benevolent women for your seed and seed alone.

You can see this social dynamic being shoved down our throats every day on television ads. The man sitting on the couch with dead beady eyes and mouth open wide with a thin bead of spittle running down his shirt. He is always in the wrong for his stupidity is unmatched; comparing him to a caveman is injudicious to cavemen around the world. He has no guide in life. The woman comes in and sets the man straight. She is standing erect like a statue. Her eyes blaze with intelligence and infinite understanding of the universe. Her bosom is proportional with the rest of her body; perfect symmetry of the anatomy. She is the head of the roost, the master of the lodge. She is Athena re-born. Who would you listen to?

Men must ignore the social programming. It is doing nothing but turning us into effeminate little wimps who will always be kept down by ruby red high heels. Women are not glowing pieces of flesh with mysteries to be decoded only by the most daring. They are just people like you and me. They, like everyone else on this Earth, hold as much mystery as a Twinkie.

If men spent as much energy making money, on their writing or on their politics, this world would be a paradise. Poverty would be irrelevant, books rivaling the Odyssey would be published on a daily basis and men like Barack Obama would be lucky making a living sucking quarters out of vending machines.

My life after I broke the social programming has not been perfect but it is better than it was before. My head is not clouded with conflicting thoughts of violence and ennui. I feel better, I eat better, I sleep better and I work better.

The results speak for themselves. I am as happy as I can be and she has made a turn for the worse. She is living in a backwards-mutant trailer park town on the ass end of Long Island with a fat troglodyte with fat rolls that undulate like the tides of the ocean.

One day I will be living happy and rich, both financially and emotionally. She will be poverty-stricken living in a trailer with five-cracker spawn that she breast feeds until they are twenty.

There is life outside of the liberal sexual paradigm. Not is there just life but there is good living. You should break it too. You’ll be searching for my address to send me thank you notes.

Obama: Neo-Mercantilist

I always get annoyed when Barack Obama is called a socialist or Marxist. This annoyance does not come from any kind of pent up love and affection for the man. Nay, I just call it like it is. The economic system Barack Obama follows is not capitalism or communism but neo-mercantilism.              


            Mercantilism was a dominant economic system set up in the Late Renaissance and Early Modern period in Europe. Even though it had its roots in parts throughout Europe; especially in the non-free market section of Spain’s Salamanca school, it got the most traction in Great Britain. British merchant Thomas Mun was considered one of mercantilism’s greatest proponents.


            Mercantilism is the mistaken belief that the prosperity of a state is wholly dependent upon its supply of capital, the global balance of trade is unchangeable (unchangeable as in a zero sum game) and that one party may only benefit at the expense of another. In a nutshell, the government has to manage the economy through a protectionist trade policy (either towards domestic corporations or friends of the current regime) using prohibitive taxation, tariffs or extremely restrictive licenses to do business and the total confiscation of gold and silver in favor of domestic monetary units.


            What is a neo-mercantilist? Instead of viewing trade and commerce as between nations, as the old mercantilists used to posit, it views all trade in the domestic market as trade between nations. In neo-mercantilism all economic activity between two parties that are not supporters of the state should be clamped down by excessive taxation and restrictive licensing laws to start and maintain a business. It also incorporates aspects of Socialism, with redistribution of wealth and the control of the means of economic production. There is also a smattering of Keynesianism; a school of thought heavily influenced by mercantilism, where government must infuse the economy with massive spending to boost start the market.


            This fallacious system is alive and well with the Obama regime. If it isn’t him giving waivers from Obamacare to companies that supported his election campaign like McDonald’s, his giving General Electric (one of his biggest supporters) cart blanche to build a clean burning coal plant while burdening every other company that produces coal fuel with taxes and regulations that leave them bankrupt and Obama giving General Electric a special waiver from his oppressive ‘global warming laws’ while leaving other businesses to eat cake.     


            Mercantilism died when it was torn apart by great thinkers like Adam Smith, David Hume, Dudley North and John Locke. Reality also dealt mercantilism a fatal blow. When food prices went up, when factories were closing and people were left homeless on the streets people got angry and kicked the bums who supported this dastardly system out of office and into the streets. Mercantilism was one of the major stimuli that kick started the American Revolution; even if ghouls like Alexander Hamilton only wanted to replace one economic dictator for one born and raised in the U.S.A.


            Neo-mercantilism will die like its much-maligned grandfather. Reality will set in, when food prices sore and affordable energy is a thing of the past, people will get mad. When people lose everything, they lose it. All politics comes down to the pocket book. These elites think they can squash all commerce that does not favor them; even when that competition is by leaps and bounds more economically efficient than they are. Free markets are the only true natural economic order. It is human nature. Any impingement on this system through any sort of economic central planning is a perversion of human nature. Economic central planning is just as bad as a child molestation or infanticide.


            Obama is not a socialist. His economic policy does have elements of Marxism. But, the Marxist argument is a way to get you arguing over that while Obama and his cronies swoop in and discredit every argument you make. He is a neo-mercantilist. That fact is irrefutable. He is killing this country and economy through this foolish policy. Attack him on this. It might be a bit heady for some Americans. I have faith in the intelligence of the American people. So should you.


I Have No Faith In Sarah Palin

We are ruled by statist politicians with messiah complexes. Let us no longer turn politicians into tiny messiahs or we will forever bear the consequences of a society ran by messianic figures and their false idol of central planning. We live in the wreckage such small men and women create.


No matter what side of the aisle they sit, their bible is force and their vicar is central planning. We can look at Presidents of the last 50 years and we see in them the worst our society has to offer; from WASPS with country club Connecticut accents to Harvard graduates with shady backgrounds.


Even ones marketed as our supposed saviors are of this ilk. Take Sarah Palin, she is the Mama Bear from Alaska who can kill and skin a moose before you can say Marco Polo. She, or her handlers, market her as a true independent conservative come onto Earth to save us from the evils of big government, reverse the tyranny of leviathan and she even says some nice words against the Federal Reserve; she’s also easy on the eyes. We are told to have faith in Palin but I’d rather kneel before Moloch before I prostrate before her or any politician.


Why do you have such harsh words for Palin, you say? She represents everything I stand against. Her foreign policy is Straussian, her domestic policy is liberal populist and she supports a leviathan state that takes the power upon itself to regulate what  you imbibe and what services you partake.


She will say nice words to conservatives and libertarians that make people on both persuasions weak at the knees. She will say she will let you smoke a joint but still support a no-win war on drugs that steals men’s freedoms and wastes money on a fight that we cannot win. She goes to advocates of gun rights, telling them she supports their rights, yet she will nary take a single action towards the liberalization of gun laws. She will say nice words about the Constitution while using it as toilet paper.


Aye, she will sit in a smoke filled backroom while ten old men plot the destruction of this country. Just like Obama, she will set herself up as Christ before her followers while not implementing any of the positions she advocated while running for office. In short, she will do what every single Republican president has done, sell out their positions while absconding our freedoms. They will whispers sweet nothings that sound right to their base, while undermining this country behind conservative’s backs.


There is only one politician I trust on the national scene: Ron Paul. All others are lying to you, all others have nothing substantial to say, all others support the leviathan Federal Government and all others will work to have this country go the same direction as Rome; to the dust heap of history to be picked apart and studied by scholars of long dead civilizations.


Cats And Welfare

It is the dead of night and I am sure garbage will be strewn all over the side of my house. Wrappers, rotting food stuff, chicken bones and other things of the smelly kind will be sitting there, waiting for me with my latex gloves and black garbage bag.

This has been a persistent problem for the last couple of months. Having a weak stomach and an aversion to trash I resolved to find the culprit.

I’ve embellished a bit on my description. Garbage isn’t dumped as much as it is thrown all over the place like buckshot. It originates from the over turned garbage cans and moves onward from there. The garbage bags are ripped to shreds, the food having bite marks of the feline variety. The culprit of this heinous crime is obvious.

My next door neighbor is a stereotype. Widowed, ancient, hunched over, voice like a crone, temperament like an angel and avid collector of cats. Siamese, Persian or fat alley cat; name a breed of cat and she has it.

Cats are not territorial creatures. They explore, get into places they don’t belong, go back home to the litter box, laze around for a little while and the cycle continues. My neighbor’s cats are no exception to the rule. I find them in my back yard all time exploring and climbing fences. Until recently, they never caused trouble or got into the garbage.

On an unpleasant Sunday afternoon, after picking up the garbage on the ground and expelling the bagel I had that morning, I decided to talk to my tenants to see if they knew what was going on. Maybe they held the vital clue I needed to crack this case.

My tenants are great people. Being twenty something newlyweds they pick up after themselves, are quiet at night and the nuptial arguments have yet to kick in.

I knock on the door of their apartment. After about 10 seconds Maria, the wife, opens the door.

She is a great woman; a sweetheart that knows her way around a house and a man’s heart. She stands about 5’7, average weight, luminescent dark hair and a smile that could light up the room. I hope to find a woman like her one day.

The door is opened just enough for Maria to stick out her head. She smiles and asks in a cute, mousey voice,” Hey James, something wrong?”

“I just noticed cats are getting into the garbage. You know anything about that?”, I respond in a polite manner

“Cats? I mean…I always see them around the backyard. I feed them all the time. They’re so cute!”, she says.

I give a polite wave,” Well…alright. Thanks. I’ll see you around.”

I turn my back and walk away as she closes the door. I walk back into my house to take a shower, ruminating on the answer Maria had given me.

She was feeding the cats. The cats, being used to always getting food from this house, must have taken for granted it would always be there.  At night there is no food for them here. Being free loaders used to handouts, they smell it in the garbage cans. They take the food from the garbage cans without being permitted to do so, causing a mess in their wake.

During my reverie, I realized that this was the perfect allegory for the welfare state. The cats were given handouts and trashed the place when the handouts were not there. In the welfare system, people who do not contribute one iota to the world are given free money, for them at least, and when the gravy train runs out they act like children having temper tantrums; but their tantrums lead to rioting and looting in the streets. The cats are given food that does not belong to them. The food, with Maria’s husband being the one that makes money, was redistributed from the pantry in their apartment and given to the cats. The money from welfare is taken from the taxpayers and given to free loaders in the ghetto.

The main difference is people are not animals.  We let cats lay around the house and live off the fat of the land because we care for them like they are our own babies. They never have to make money because they are unproductive in the production of capital and always will be; that’s why we love them. They are a reflection of what we would want to be but cannot be for it would fly in the face of human nature. Unlike cats, welfare queens are the antithesis of human nature. They live like dogs and cats. They require the master of all, government, to feed them and make sure they get bathed. They have Cadillac’s, air conditioning in the summer, heat in the winter, DVD players, X-Box’s, an endless supply of cheese blocks and premium cable. All at the expense of the taxpayers while bankrupting our country and leaving us destitute on the land our forefathers fought to create.  Unlike cats, which we voluntarily give sustenance and shelter, welfare recipients are drains on the public treasury, put there involuntarily while acting like animals. Not human beings.

I am one of the few people calling for the complete elimination of all welfare programs by federal, state and local governments. I am one of the few with intestinal fortitude to stand athwart this evil freight train coming our way and saying no. Even so-called conservatives are for welfare and social justice. All they believe in is slightly tinkering with the broken system while the problem is systematic and the whole system must be demolished. Reform is never possible in government. When government has a problem, the whole system it creates should be torn down and re-built if totally necessary. That is the main problem most conservatives overlook. You cannot run a government like a business or any other sane structure. It is a totally insane structure with no competitors and no ways to opt out of its control. You can run a government with a light touch and do whatever you have to do to keep the cogs from turning. But you cannot make it ‘efficient’ because it always runs at its top efficiency. It is efficient at force and extortion and little else.  Welfare is propagated by the outright theft of capital from the productive sector of society into the unproductive sector. It is a succubus for vote getting politicians while giving money to parasites that have no right to the fruits of your labor. The welfare system does not need a soldering iron and WD-40 to make it work correctly. No, it needs the wrecking ball to make sure the system cannot destroy anymore productive members of society.

The moral of this scrawling? Love your pets and treat them right. But don’t feed the cat lady’s feline adventurers. And don’t feed anybody on welfare. They are already eating and living on your dime; don’t enable the parasites even further.

State Sponsored Multiculturalism Is A Failure: British Prime Minister David Cameron

State sponsored multiculturalism has two goals. The first goal is to destroy the idea of the nation state. When you have immigrants from every country in the world rushing into your nation, borders become useless lines on a map and without borders the idea of a sovereign nation becomes toast. Liberals and men without nations would love to get rid of sovereign governments so they could consolidate the power into their hands and out of yours’.  The second goal is to start a race or class war between the natives of your country and the new underclass of foreigners. When you have a class war, your government can create an even bigger domestic government to crack down on the liberties of your people.
Great Britain is the hallmark of what multiculturalism can be. Britain, once a proud nation, has become a third rate power. Their borders are something kids learn about only abstractly in school. Arabs have invaded the city of London, turning it into Baghdad Jr. The whites that had the means moved out of the city and into the suburbs. The ancient cockney accent is dead. The common British accent contains traces of the Pakistani dialect. The whites left behind in the cities are being forced into penury. There is an evening out of wages, where the unskilled immigrants and the native British are about to become the same. Tempers are hot. The climate in Britain is full of gas waiting for a spark. They can thank their own government.
It is a positive development that U.K. Prime Minister, David Cameron, has come out publicly against multiculturalism. His country is no longer the land of the ancient Celts. It is no longer the nation of Queen Elizabeth. That huckster John Maynard Keynes has surpassed Adam Smith. Shakespeare is thought a relic of the past to butcher excerpts from his plays, while romance novels are read as great literature. The Koran has surpassed the Bible. All this while those socialist warmongers Tony Blair and Gordon Brown twiddled their thumbs.
David Cameron is not someone I consider a great politician or conservative. The most conservative policy ever suggested by him was rescinding the ban on fox hunting. His national healthcare system is destroying his country bit by bit. That old hag, the Queen, is still running rampant in this poor excuse of a free country.
But David Cameron is right that multiculturalism must be stopped. It is destroying England. Cameron is wrong on most things but even a stopped clock is right twice a day. He is right. He deserves an honorable mention.
Good job, Dave baby!