February 3, 2012 - January 27, 2012
. All right. There really are times when I despair of the
conservative movement in American politics. I hate to say it, but
they're pushing me toward support of Sarah Palin.
The headline, I guess, is that beltway conservatives aren't comfortable with criticizing Obama for playing golf, doing televised segments on ESPN -- with elaborate whiteboard graphics -- about both the men's and women's college basketball "brackets," and then leaving the country for Rio with his mother-in-law in tow even as he puts U.S. troops in harm's way in Libya.
On the O'Reilly Factor, on-again off-again conservative newsman Bernie Goldberg denounced such criticism as "Obama bashing" and O'Reilly agreed. On the Brit Baer Report, Bill Kristol laughed off the whole subject and declared his satisfaction with the fact that Pitt's defeat made Obama's brackets go south (as far as Rio? We wonder.)
At Hotair, it was left to a minor Green Room poster to point out that the trip to Rio was more serious than a PR gaffe. After making Goldberg/Kristol type noises (first paragraph), Jazz Shaw actually detects something amiss (second paragraph):
Given that two U.S. pilots crashed in Libya overnight, and one may not
yet be completely safe, his concern is well founded.
Against this, I retain the image of Kristol blithely ha-ha-ing about golf and brackets in the midst of a monstrous federal budget crisis, a region-wide political meltdown in the mideast, an unprecedented disaster in Japan, and what may prove to be a third war in the mideast. Perhaps it bothers me more since I started reading Jack Cashill's Obama Deconstructed, a book that more or less proves Obama's two great autobiographies were written by the terrorist Bill Ayers. Cashill recounts that Bill Kristol's Weekly Standard rejected his initial article on the subject out of hand shortly before the November 2008 election. They'd already published a "critical" review, but thanks anyway, and we'll call you if we want you.
And another image of Kristol caught up in an ugly intra-party controversy regarding Haley Barbour, which he dismissed with a patronizing two-sentence response.
There's a pattern here. The beltway Republicans are still afraid to confront Obama directly about anything, lest they be tarred as racists. But they're more than willing, even eager, to trash those among their own who have. Palin, for example, is fair game, even in the context of the ongoing lefty abuse of her, exemplified thus:
The sad truth is, the beltway conservatives agree:
So. When attacked as she outrageously was after the Tucson shooting, she fights back. That means she's playing the "victim card"? Really? Bullshit. Underneath their lofty rhetoric, the Beltway impotents think Palin is, well, a dumb twat. Okay. Way better than a PW limp dick, eh?
Once again (hope I'm not falling into a rut), two thoughts.
One. The beltway conservatives are delusional. Failing to attack Obama head-on and hoping some mild-mannered moderate will suffice to defeat him is idiotic. On the same Brit Baer show where Kristol laughed off the brackets, conservatives discussed the prospects of a Tim Pawlenty candidacy without mentioning the one thing grass-roots conservatives really do know about him: he stood by and did nothing for months while Al Franken nakedly stole a U.S. Senate seat under his acquiline nose. No thanks, TPaw. Don't need you. Do they really think they can sell us another castrato who belatedly says the cautiously right things?
Two. When Reagan won in 1980, nobody but his fierce partisans thought he had a chance. He had three huge strikes against him. He was an actor and a lightweight (Eureka College. Sheesh.). He was old. He was extreme, almost a joke. The polls were against him all the way to Election Day.
Make no mistake. Obama may be a weak, hopelessly indecisive and incompetent president. But he knows how to campaign. Chicago style. Mean, ruthless, underhanded, and to the last vote. We need a warrior who can take all the dirty blows and still keep coming. Who's taken the most dirty blows in the last two years without faltering for even an instant? Sarah Palin. Dumb twat? Really?
Maybe. But she's our dumb twat. Too dumb to quit just because a bunch of arrogant pricks (of both sexes) hate her for no reason. And I'd rather follow her than a bunch of hyper-intellectual eunuchs who don't know that they're walking around with "Kick Me" signs pinned to the back of their Brooks Brothers suits. Keep your Romneys, Pawlentys, corny Huckabees, date-expired Gingriches, and promising juveniles like Rubio, Jindal, and Christie.
Let's go frankly and openly to war. Behind Palin. If nothing else, the view from behind Palin is the best view there is in politics.
P.S. Is it a coincidence or incredibly useful information that the president's NCAA men's bracket picked all the top seeds to win? I have this feeling it won't go that way in 2012.
Regarding Rio (and therefore topical):
I would sell everything I have for a car and a few hundred bucks. My bike was stolen by thugs. I don't actually have anything. Well, three Joan Miro lithos from the Ubu Roi, 1956. A bittersweet holding, now that I am faced with the prospects of having no allies, and no conceivable way out of this Midwest Freeholders Zone.
No way out. Trapped. With a bunch of stuff and rare and limited 'things' to accompany me down with the ship. A 1500 year old statue, a monument to Japanese Buddha. Where can it possibly take me now? The Captain-President is long gone. Is he a Punk, making some kind of mockery of Boomers? Is this the secret sign? For I surely need it now, a Sign that is. I need it badly, for the beans I stored require sunlight to activate. And I would love to have a spoon with a drop of gold upon it. For I should stick that spoon in every mouth that offered resistance, and surely they would be cured of resistance. For nothing cures ailments better than gold.
Unless you need to move really, really fast. Gold, being just slightly more voluminous than Uranium, though much less heavy, is still very heavy stuff. And you cannot run with gold.
And I cannot run. This, sadly, because I have a very small "capture crossection" for beans. I guess designing ones life around the philosophy that "less is more" is feasible up until the time one needs to drive quickly south. When one has no car, and is in fact economically insignificant, it becomes difficult.
I have a few books that I published no [on?] Amazon. I would sell the rights to them. I need a ticket for me (and my honey). Just as far south as I can get.
I don't know about any of you, but I've been in liquidation mode
before. The need to go elsewhere, get out from under, even if it means
shedding the objects held most dear.
Can't and therefore won't offer advice about the underlying causes.
Those are personal and beyond reproach from outside. But Helk is
obviously in pain, and a gang is better than nothing when information
and resources are required. So I'm putting up this post for all who are
disposed to contribute their part of the considerable research
capability the commenters at this site have to offer.
I don't know anything about 1500 year old Buddha statues, but maybe
someone else does. If you do, add your two cents. btw this is also the
place where Helk can fill in some of the missing links -- what books
have you written? how much do you know (or not) about electronic
publishing? are you from the midwest and fleeing? or marooned in the
midwest having been born elsewhere and missing home?
The more you can disclose, the more the IP community can offer. We
really do stretch from sea to shining sea, all the way from the
southern Atlantic coast of South Carolina to the northern Pacific coast
of Seattle, not to mention the gulf coast of Texas. We're everywhere.
What little I know. If you
want to be free, live cheap and not be bothered, South Carolina might
be your best bet. Or West Virginia, whose politics are liberal Democrat
but impossible to enforce because the state is so damn bankrupt.
I also looked up the Joan
lithographs from the Ubu Roi series. They're valuable but
probably not valuable enough on their own to finance a flight to
freedom. Each series was limited in number, but only a handful of each
series was signed. The unsigned seemed to be going for $3250 each, and
the signed for maybe double that. And that's at art house auction, which means you
can count on getting clipped for a hefty percentage going in and coming
out. Can't imagine what it would be like to have such pieces and
contemplate losing them. Yeah. I like Miro too.
I know we've had our differences. H. But mean as we may be, we also
have considerable good will here. Share more of your situation, more of
provenance of your possessions and writings, and it's my bet people
will sail in with information -- and empathy -- that might enable you
to navigate the despair and find a new, more hopeful course.
One good thing about the Internet, to which I can personally attest.
You are not nearly as alone, in any respect, as you think you are.
Helk. This is YOUR page. Do with it as you will.
IP commenters. Read and keep coming back here. One of us is down. We don't leave our own
behind. Now, do we?
P.S. Duh. Of course he meant "published on Amazon." Here are his books. Anyone have any ideas about how to promote or repackage these to give them new market life?
. This is just too rich (pun intended). From the U.K. comes
plaint about the Obama administration.
Weren't all the most cerebral Brits, in concert with our own
intellectual caste, urging, insisting
on the election of Barack Obama as a form of redress to a world
offended by the Texas cowboy Bush and his bruiser accomplices? uh, yes,
they were. So they wound up having the cake that looked so good in the
shop window, and now they still have it, but they're not much enjoying
Although they are eating it,
aren't they? Forced to swallow all the crumbs that once looked so sweet
taste bitter to the tongue. The new line seems to be that he is weak,
weak, weak, even though they're still irate about the things Bush did
that were strong, and even more so about the Obama retention of those
At first. But then it became downright inconvenient. The Brits, and the
world generally, ALL want to have their cake and eat it too. They want
the U.S. as a punching bag, an automatic target of blame for everything
that goes wrong or hurts their feelings in any way, but they also want
the U.S. to bail them out of every tough situation, sacrifice our blood and treasure on their
behalf with no expectation of anything in return, indeed without even
mentioning it. They want us to be
their fix-everything daddy while they get to play the part of the
ungrateful teenage girl who denounces every stern daddy response as
and despicable. How dare we now appear to be acceding to their desires
and abandoning them to the natural forces we've spent more than half a
century protecting them from?
Got it. The conservatives who have consistently kept the U.S. engaged
actively on the world scene and want to forestall U.S. bankruptcy are still the evil ones, but please --
please, please, please -- don't
cut us off and leave us alone with all those other evil ones.
Screw the Brits and other Europeans who've been living under our roof all these years with their sullen demands and cast iron contempt for who we are and what we've done for them.
And maybe, just maybe, Obama is presently proving a point that couldn't be proven in any other way. The daddy who spends all his time apologizing to bratty kids really isn't much good for anything else, is he?
How high a price will it be worth it to pay for the world to learn this lesson?
Just don't expect Obama to answer that particular question. He's busy in Rio for the next few days. Then there's the Final Four... And we'll have to get back to y'all later. Much later.