For those of you who do that kind of thing, please keep our brother Nigel in your prayers as he goes through some health issues. We know that he shall overcome, but every prayer counts.

Important Update
Nigel tells us that Toad Blogging might make him feel better. So without further ado, Stalky the Democratic Opposition Researching Frog.

Get well, Nigel!

You may have noticed that we temporarily dropped off the face of the earth, but fear not, no hate-filled hackers can keep us down.

And just to be clear, this is ghey.

Now they can finally wed…

Pic from kick ass artist Drake Dunaway

The best bare-knuckle boxer of the blogosphere has passed.

Coincidence? I think not.

COOTUS promised a radical transformation, so welcome to the third world, bitches.

From Victor Davis Hanson. (more at link)

Happy 4^th, dear reader.

Violent Felon And His Gump Humping Accomplice

In what, unfortunately, is becoming part of a continuing series.

When last we left our listing ship of state, an Iraqi War Vet was intentionally murdered in his home by a SWAT team who wanted no prisoners and has since taken a vow of silence that would make monks envious.

Since then, our beknighted Supreme Court has held that evading our increasingly militarized police force in itself constituting a “violent felony” and the Department of Education (which shouldn’t even exist) has discovered that it has the power to issue warrants for arrest and maintain a standing SWAT team to enforce Collections of past due student loans with deadly force or other non-violent offenses.

I can only assume that Chief Injustice Roberts and Injustice Alito will soon find that inability to payback the loan on your education constitutes a violent felony as well and is “inherently dangerous” because you have created a situation where the SWAT team might kill you.

This is not America.  Our Supreme Court has a prevailing statist homodoxy with no regard for the 4th Amendment or individual liberty.   I blame the Harvard/Yale monopoly on the court.  Sure we’ve got two Italians, a black, a wise Latina, two lesbians, a clatch of metrosexual crackers and a flip-flopping Father Time but they all have one thing in common – Homodoxy of Education.   They all went to the same two schools and have never been exposed to a world outside of those Ivy League enclaves.  We’re a country of 300 Million plus people.  How can 9 people from two schools possibly be the one size fits all approach when they’ve all mutated from the same intellectual petri dish?

It’s time for a moratorium on Harvard and Yale being anointed to lead our country and the court. The Egghead-ocracy has failed or else we wouldn’t be complaining.  We’re living in The Simpson’s “They Saved Lisa’s Brain” episode with deadly results.

Sometimes evading the police is a necessity.  Ask any woman traveling alone who has been pulled over by an unmarked police car.  Almost anyone would tell her that if she cannot identify the car behind her as a police car that she should continue driving, following the rules of the road, to a well-lit public area.  By the standard the Supreme Court has enacted this week, any criminal impersonating a police officer has a new weapon in their rape arsenal provided by our illustrious Supreme Court.

I also take it that now any time a van full of illegal aliens  refuses to pull over that they will all be charged with felonies and deported, correct?

Why are our cars designed to travel faster than the speed limit?  Why are we even given the choice if the penalty for using it is the loss of your voting rights and ability to get a job? And above all else, why are we surrendering individual freedom to people who have been shown time and time again to fall far from sainthood and abuse it?

The Supreme Court is making police officers the new Priesthood.  Instead of Scarlet A’s on our chests they mark Scarlet DUI’s to the sung glory of MADD madrigals.  Instead of molesting altar boys, they coerce sexual favors from motorists in exchange for leniency.  Not all, but enough to not give the entire profession a pass on infringing on everyone else’s rights.

Our highest court has been compromised and with it our freedom is on hiatus for their lifetime appointments.  The Dark Ages of American Liberty.

Thank God the Harold Camping jokes are almost over. They’ve been rare, if non-existent, here and I thank everyone for that.

To that end, Mr. Camping got people talking about their faiths in the living rooms of their neighbors and the eye-rolling, gallows humor of the rare few with jobs left.  Singing along to Camping’s Jonathan Edwards cover band.

If it takes the imminent threat of eternal damnation to change the way you treat your fellow man then your faith’s credibility ranks somewhere near Camping’s clairvoyance.

The man’s almost dead.  I’m sure he thought he would be dead before this date came and went.  When I was 20, I thought I would be dead by 25.  It’s why we drink.  It’s why we smoke.   It’s not that we think we’re indestructible.  It’s that we’re painfully aware of how vulnerable we are to a nihilistic degree.

Camping’s no different than Al Gore and the Hot Earthers.  I thought all the coastal cities were supposed to be modern day Atlantises by now!  How many passes does this guy get?  An armada of polar bears on ice floes should be threatening invasion of Southern California by now.

This planet hates us.  The story of human history starts with our adaptation and conquest of it and then each other.  Every once in a while, it reminds us that we don’t control it.  So quit trying.  You can’t balance a budget, quit telling us that you can manage a tilted spinning mudball with a Happy Fun Ball center.  And quit pretending you’re any different than some nut with a shock of white hair waiving a bible at us and telling us that we’re all doomed if we don’t repent and by $50 LED bulbs.

By my count, Camping’s been an amateur compared to how much money the environmental movement has looted from the Treasury.  At least his followers were given a choice.

I have my doubts.  For those who are still disgusted by the perpetually going-off-half-cocked behavior of Arizona Sheriff Clarence Dupenik, who blamed right-wing radio for a paranoid schizophrenic Democrat shooting Gabby Giffords, it’s of no comfort that his pre-meditated murder (and subsequent cover-up) of a two tour Iraqi War veteran in his own home will be applauded by the allegedly conservative Justices Roberts, Alito, Scalia &  Thomas:

A Tucson, Ariz., SWAT team defends shooting an Iraq War veteran 60 times during a drug raid, although it declines to say whether it found any drugs in the house and has had to retract its claim that the veteran shot first.

And the Pima County sheriff scolded the media for “questioning the legality” of the shooting.

Jose Guerena, 26, died the morning of May 5. He was asleep in his Tucson home after working a night shift at the Asarco copper mine when his wife, Vanessa, saw the armed SWAT team outside her youngest son’s bedroom window.

“She saw a man pointing at her with a gun,” said Reyna Ortiz, 29, a relative who is caring for Vanessa and her children. Ortiz said Vanessa Guerena yelled, “Don’t shoot! I have a baby!”

Yes, it’s an isolated incident.  Not nearly as isolated as we would like to believe. But the revolutionary disrespect for the Fourth Amendment from Rookie SWAT/Hired Murderer #1 all the way to Supreme Court Chief Justice makes me question my continued citizenship.  We’ve got to expect the murder of a few innocent eggs to make our Drug War omelet and if they were innocent after all – well, fuck it.  Don’t you dare have the temerity to question the policy.  After all, who do you think you are?  A free person in a country that respects your right to life, secure in your personal property or to pursue your individual happiness?

Grow up.

When you no longer have a right to defend yourself from someone anonymously and violently breaking into your home, you’re no longer in America anyway.

I like coupes. Two doors and six cylinders is my simple automotive mantra for attaining vehicular Nirvana. That’s why I was wish-listing on the Interwebs last night with Infinity G37 Coupe*.

While surfing this morning I see this Google ad (note the first link).

So I conducted a little Thought Exercise, I deleted the cookies and refreshed the page. Yep, we are being profiled.

No one, least of whom me, should be surprised by this. I just find the technology both fascinating and creepy as hell.

Another interesting point is that I used Bing** last night. Yet the result came up through Google ads.

* If you’re curious, the car is nearly $40k. As mentioned earlier, it’s a wish list.

** Sergy Brin’s smug disregard for privacy is sometimes enough for me to embrace Bill Gate’s smug regard for monopolistic business practices.

Kiss my ass, President Obama.

Kiss my ass Nancy “Let’s pass this to see what’s in it” Pelosi. Kiss my ass Unions who demanded that it be funded with Cadillac plan taxes, but not their Cadillac plans. Kiss my ass liberal college students who agitate for justice as long as the only cost to them is the evening they could have spent watching Mad Men ironically. Kiss my ass Eurotrash who think that Americans are too selfish to embrace big State nannyism. Kiss my ass Blue Dog Dems.

Did I miss anyone? If so, they can kiss my ass too.

Where my commies at?

Obama plays golf while wife speaks in Arkansas

(AP) – 9 hours ago

WASHINGTON — President Barack Obama is playing golf while his wife, Michelle, delivers a college commencement speech in Pine Bluff, Ark.

The president watched his daughter Malia play soccer Saturday before heading to the Fort Belvoir course to play golf.

Politicizing the gulf oil spill, having Iran spit in our face,plotting the destruction of Israel, bragging about how high unemployment is actually a sign of economic recovery, and oh yes, ignoring the largest non-hurricane disaster in US history – oh yes he can and no, he can’t be bothered.

Hrm, I certainly remember how this played out a few years ago.

Two AP photos from this past Tuesday, placed side by side, tell a story.

Here a fellow named George W. Bush is having a delightful time playing a guitar given to him by country singer Mark Wills after a visit to Naval Base Coronado in sunny southern California. It’s fun to be president.

Here firefighters and rescue workers try to cope with the worst disaster to strike Americans since 9/11. It is not a good day for them.

David Corn, September 2005

Where little Davey Corn on this?  Where all my commies?

Yea, you can imagine.  Playing politics and the race card as usual.

Six years ago today, this little blog started. It has run the gamut from 8th-tier blog, to several beautiful weeks as 1st-tier blog, eventually settling in to our cozy little spot in 3rd-tier blogdom.

Life was simpler then. We spent time arguing about the idiotic socialist-lite, country-club Republican ways of President Junior. We chuckled as Lurch Kerry tried to dethrone the Bush family in 2004. How bad must you suck to lose to a liberal, country-club, elitist Republican like that? Just ask Kerry and Gore, they know. And they still suck out loud in every facet of their putrid existences.

Most of all, we’ve spent quality time together mocking the gaggle of commies on the left. Now that we’ve got a Marxist in the White House and a bunch of card-carrying useful idiots in congress ram-rodding George Soros’ new great society down our throats, it’s just not as amusing as it once was.

However, six years later, we’re still here and we’re still taking pot-shots and fighting the power. It’s not as cool to fight the power when you’re white, male and conservative, but since when have we ever worried about being cool?

So happy birthday to us and screw everyone who doesn’t hoist an adult beverage in our honor today!

On a good day, the country of Haiti is a little glimpse of what the tropical areas of hell might be like. After the earthquake, it’s unimaginable.

The Anchoress has a massive round-up of ways to help.

I’ve also put up a link in the sidebar to World Vision, one of my preferred charities with their hands already at work down there. There are many worthy ways to help, so do what you can wherever you feel will do the most good.

And Merry New Year and what-not from all of us at the Buffet.

It’s not about gifts, it’s about the greatest gift of all.

I just got this email from our excellent public school (no, really!) regarding Tuesday’s Presidential Message to Our Youth.

Here’s the question in two parts; How do you feel about it and what, if anything, are you going to do with your child on that day?

I’d put up a poll, but I’m at the office and have many enemies who are planning my destruction. I have already said too much.

I have bad news, friends.

I’ve just received word that Preston is suffering from the Swine Flu. Worse, he unsuccessfully tried to self-medicate with a Nyquil and Meth cocktail.

Michele, ever the heroine, tried to rush Preston to the ER only to be accidentally run off the road when the credit ape became unmoored and hit her speeding Ford F-150.

Completely unrelated, but equally tragic, our very own Brian was beaten near senseless by a group of hairy Nashville Scene staffers ironically wielding their Pabst Blue Ribbon bottles.

So, while our friends are incapacitated, I’m going to make a few changes around here. Not sure what that will entail, but rest assured, it will suck.

That is all.

Cranky

… your wife refers to this as “The Laundry Song”.

Sure there is a lot going on what with the economy melting down and all.

But I wanted to quickly share with you some technical geekery.

I recently my home PC was infected by the Virtumonde virus. (Hence the lack of Photoshops last week) This is one the nasty cuss that attaches itself very deep in your operating system memory.

Well, I finally killed it dead using ComboFix.

If McAfee is the National Guard and SpyBot Search & Destroy is the Special Forces, the ComboFix is a freakin’ nuclear warhead.

By the way, I do recommend SpyBot because it is a very smart and efficient tool. It is free but the authors will gladly accept donations. They’ve earned a big one from me.

On an unrelated note, I have a tips and tricks blog that I occasionally update. If you’re so inclined, check out Stupid Code Tricks.

As we drift headlong into our new Socialist Paradise as envisioned by Omaraosa Obama, Rahmbo, Dumbo and the rest of the Marxists who have taken over the Central Government, we decided it was time for a facelift that was more in tune with the times.

The new look may have heavy Soviet overtones, but we’ll be working in a mix of all the fantastic Central Governments (past and present) that our new brave nation is modeled after – North Korea, China, Iran, Saudi Arabia, Cuba, North Vietnam, the list goes on. Expect constant change, because I hear change is really hip and what-not.

We are also welcoming a new face to the fold. The lovely Michele (whom you may already know from some of our sister and brother bloggers-in-arms) will be joining us and has the keys to the blog for as long as she so chooses.

I’ll be updating the blogroll and adding/changing stuff regularly, so stand by for chaos. These are the kinds of problems one causes when one is not actually a web designer, but does a redesign just the same.

Have you ever wondered, in a fit of nostalgia, how your first girlfriend/boyfriend was doing? We are talking hypothetically, because doing it for real might be a little creepy.

Say that, while Googling, you find that your former flame wrote something like this:

Again, hypothetically, wouldn’t that make you feel that maybe things worked out for the best?

This post is brought to you by seat belts.  Those wonderful pieces of fabric that keep you from flying through the windshield as your vehicle uses you to soften it’s landing between rolling over several times and finally skidding on it’s roof across the interstate.

Thanks seat belts! I take back everything I ever said about you wrinkling my freshly pressed shirts.

I’ve been AWOL lately, yes, I know. Hey, real life interrupts, and, let’s face it, it’s much more rewarding in many ways. Thankfully, I have excellent cohorts who do the heavy lifting for me, so thanks to BMac and Cranky. I am thankful at Christmas (and year-round) for you twisted freaks.

I would like to take a moment to wish all of you a merry Christmas and acknowledge the true reason for the season – the birth of Christ. For that, I am thankful beyond words.

This post from LaShawn Barber serves as a reminder that we need to be grateful for every day we’re given and do our best to focus on the gift that is another day and not the negatives of our daily irritations. God bless.

Kiss my ass, Microsoft.

That is all.

No pervs, it isn’t what you think. I have a domain name that some China-based sino-douche is using to spam people to his “Canadian Pharmacy”.

I have sent rude emails and even tried to contact an internet attorney. All were ignored. Now I would like to pay him back in kind.

Are there any geeks* out there who know some guerrilla war tactics?

ps To my fan(s), During daylight hours, I’ve been doing contract work with an employer who would frown upon any blogging activities. Hence the light posting.

pps. I just finished reading Thomas Sowell’s Black Rednecks and White Liberals. If you have a long train ride into some metropolitan center that went ga-ga for Obama, I HIGHLY recommend it. Perhaps a Cranky book review is in order.

* More geeky than me.