In a strained defense of wasteful “make work” projects to temporarily sustain government employees and their favorite no-bid contractors, the Bolshevik revolution continues with aplomb as the SouthCommunists at the reconstituted Nashville City Paper (NCP) serve up a little cover story complete with quasi-Soviet/NorK iconography:

You Forgot To Add The Sickle

ed. note – Six Meat Buffet uses Commie iconography as parody – not praise.

Among some of the brilliant observations from the Kremlinesque note-takers at the NCCCP:

More than $1 billion in stimulus funds have flowed into Tennessee’s 5th Congressional District, represented by U.S. Rep. Jim Cooper, a Democrat who voted for the recovery act. That money has created nearly 7,000 jobs in the geographic area that includes Davidson and parts of Wilson and Cheatham counties, according to federal figures that cover Oct. 1 to Dec. 31, 2009.

At $1,000,000,000.00, that’s roughly $143,000 per job.  Excuse me, “nearly” 7,000 jobs.  Round it up a little.  Now would those be full-time jobs in the private sector that will be contributing taxes next year or a gubmint project filling potholes for 3 months because that’s a top 1-percenter income being funneled through the models of efficiency that are the federal and state government.  At least on Charity Navigator we can see how much went to Administrative costs.

The government’s stimulus-tracking website, recovery.gov, is designed to offer transparency about how the federal funds are being spent, and indeed, the wealth of information is almost overwhelming. The slightest bit of navigation will reveal initiatives throughout Nashville. Some, mostly construction projects, were unveiled with staged photo-ops and now don the familiar red-blue-and-green stimulus logo at their sites. Others have gone largely unnoticed. The list is much too lengthy to cover in its entirety without risking utter boredom.

You read that right.  Indeed,  they would hate to bore all you 10+% unemployed Tennesseans out there with all this free funemployment time on your hands. The information is so overwhelming we simply don’t have the ink to describe how completely awesome it is.

I thought this level of lickspittle A2M Soviet cockslobbery was reserved strictly for The Nashville Scene.

Indeed, I certainly don’t want to bore you with any more of the slavish teabaggery that Joey Garrison begged for at the wrinkled sack of the Obama Administration but this was just too much:

More heat on the street: Perhaps the most celebrated stimulus project allocated to Metro — hailed by Dean and others — is the $9 million grant awarded to the police department to bring on 50 new officers. According to spokesman Don Aaron, most of the money pays for salaries and other benefits.

That’s $180,000 per police officer added for those Metro school graduates averse to math.  Ask those cops how much they get paid a year and then ask where the other $135,000 went.

It seems Pravda On The Cumberland finally got a little competition.

Best not to examine all those Phantom Congressional Districts that got $54 Million in cream right off the top.  You say “Cream!” too loud around these inky apparatchiks and all they do is close their eyes and open their mouths.

$54 Million??? Why, that’s almost 300 new Robocops we could have bought or at least fended off lawsuits over rightfully arresting illegal aliens.  Or at least put a down payment on a light rail so we can have the illegals polishing the brass on our Shining Sanctuary City On The Hill.

Robocop: Only cost $73k in 1987 dollars (though most of his parts were made in Mexico)

Whatever you do Joey and the rest of your Comrades at the NCCCP, don’t look into that ghost money.  We’d all much rather read your incessant lacrimosas over Juana Villegas’ spilled breast milk.

Last night I got a call from a survey company out of Denver.  It went something like this:

Hello, my name is ***** and I’m calling from ***** and was wondering if you had some time for a brief survey concerning your political opinions?

I felt a little energetic, so I replied in the affirmative.

Great Mrs. ****.  Tell me, how likely are you to vote in Tennessee’s next gubernatorial election? Not Likely, Likely, or Certainly?

Certainly.

(here I begin paraphrasing a bit.)

Thank you.  Mrs. ****.  Some in the administration have proposed that in order for Tennessee to be fiscally healthy, there should be a one cent tax on sugar, soft drinks, and sports drinks.  Others have proposed that local officials come and take your babies by force and have them severed in two.  Tell me Mrs. *****, which option would you support?

Uh.  Um.  Can I pass on that one?

Sure.  I’ll just note that you “don’t know”.

In the country right now there is an epidemic of obesity.  Some lawmakers in Tennessee have proposed that special funds should be set aside for educating school children, especially at-risk kids, about healthy lifestyles.  Others have proposed that all Tennessee babies should be force-fed crack sandwiches.  Tell me Mrs. *****, which option would you support?

I’ve gotta pass on that too.

Sure.  I’ll just note that you don’t care about children.

All right,  let’s see.  Mrs. *****, due to the same obesity epidemic, some lawmakers have proposed a law that would require chain restaurants to list nutritional information on their menus.  Those who don’t support the proposal have stated that they would like to stand by as fat customers choke to death on their fried buffalo bacon and bleu cheese sandwiches.  Which option sounds best to you Mrs. *****?

You know, all of these questions seem designed to get me to choose option A.

Ma’am, I didn’t design the questionnaire, I’m just reading from a form here.

Oh, I understand.  Can I just say something here?

Sure.

(here begins the transcript of my fantasy conversation.  The one I came up with after the survey while I was making bean sprout sandwiches on whole wheat with sugar free yogurt for the kiddies, and Nutri-Crap cake for dessert.  This is what I would have said if I had a quick wit to match my justifiable political cynicism.  I mean, do you know how long it takes me to write these things?!)

I think I understand the political purpose of this survey.  First to publish in the news that the population of Tennessee overwhelmingly supports higher taxes and greater government intrusion, since no decent survey taker ever supported option B.  Secondly to place in my mind (the Tennessee voter) that there are no other viable alternative solutions (besides the evil option B) to the problems of the budget or obesity. Thirdly, to place in my mind that the candidate I must vote for is the option A candidate, because his opponent is obviously an option “B” man, and to give the option “B” man our vote would prove that I hated children and thought they should grow up ignorant and die a slow painful death from diabetes and heart disease. Right?

Like I said, I didn’t design the questionnaire.

Let me just say this.  I’ll start taking the advice of my school officials on issues of children’s health when they stop loading my kids with white bread and high fructose corn syrup in the lunch room, and chocking kindergartner’s pie holes with marshmallows and chocolate kisses every time they bark like a trained seal.
And I’ll start giving Tennessee’s wise government authorities my ear about my kid’s health and safety when they start putting aside a bit of the budget to make sure autistic kids don’t end up in cages, and to do background checks on elementary school teachers to make sure they haven’t attempted to kill anybody in the last few years.

Mrs. ****, should I note that you intend to discontinue the survey?

Click.

Yeah.  That’s how it should have gone.

Hold on to your Bose Wave Radio and leatherbound Paul Harvey transcripts. Fred Thompson’s planning on releasing his memoirs:

“Teaching the Pig to Dance” recounts the movie star-turned-politician’s 50s-era upbringing in Lawrenceburg, Tennessee.

The title alludes to what Thompson concedes were some of his own flaws and specifically how difficult he made it for those who were trying to help raise him.

“There is an old saying that teaching the pig to dance is a fruitless endeavor,” Thompson said in an e-mail. “It is a waste of your time and it irritates the pig. That was probably how my parents, teachers, coaches and townsfolk felt about me.”

And me with all these hoof prints on the top of my shoes.

Give it a week. He’ll abandon his writing and ask you to read McCain’s biography again.

Tea Parties dominated by conspiracist kooks. According to Newsweek’s Jonathan Kay.

This world view’s modern-day prophets include Texas radio host Alex Jones, whose documentary, The Obama Deception, claims Obama’s candidacy was a plot by the leaders of the New World Order to “con the Amercican people into accepting global slavery”; Christian evangelist Pat Robertson; and the rightward strain of the aforementioned “9/11 Truth” movement. According to this dark vision, America’s 21st-century traumas signal the coming of a great political cataclysm, in which a false prophet such as Barack Obama will upend American sovereignty and render the country into a godless, one-world socialist dictatorship run by the United Nations from its offices in Manhattan.

Sure enough, in Nashville, Judge Roy Moore warned, among other things, of “a U.N. guard stationed in every house.” On the conference floor, it was taken for granted that Obama was seeking to destroy America’s place in the world and sell Israel out to the Arabs for some undefined nefarious purpose. The names Jeremiah Wright and William Ayers popped up all the time, the idea being that they were the real brains behind this presidency, and Obama himself was simply some sort of manchurian candidate.

Of course every movement has its radicals, but if these ideas dominated the Tea Party movement, wouldn’t I have heard about them before stumbling upon them in a Newsweek article? I mean, I know my political prophets and they’re all pretty much dead.  Well, not ‘Zo, but anyway.

Kay didn’t even mention all of the wordpress-hating, Bill Whittle goading, gun-toting, earth-loving, secular Christian, veteran Wiccan Tea Partiers that had me fascinated all morning, but then again, they don’t fit his narrative. If you’re at all intellectually/philosophically/spiritually curious, and willing to have all of your own stereotypes challenged, you should read the comment thread on that one.

Harold or Clayton???  I get these two so confused.

There are so many striking similarities.Quick, Prudence.  Tell Jasper to get the pick-up truck helicopter ready.  Brother Harold’s going to make white liberals in New York feel comfortable with him one egg-white garden omelet at a time.

Serial racebaiter Harold Ford Jr., of the notorious Ford Memphis Crime Family, gave a perplexing interview to some columnist named Marion Dowd of a paper named after her visage, the Old Grey Lesbian.  Enjoy how he remembers things the way they weren’t:

Ford said he and his pretty blond wife, Emily, a marketing expert, were married in 2008 after his racially charged run for the Senate in Tennessee. They have made her apartment their official home.

“My wife decided after the ’08 election,” he said. “There was so much bad racial stuff out of Tennessee on Obama. I’m in an interracial marriage. I don’t want to subject my wife to this, and I want to start a family. I think my marriage is more accepted here than it would be in Tennessee.

Then promise to never come back, asshole.

First off, race was never a factor in Ford’s losing effort to become a Senator.  If it was it was on his part.

Allow me to posit that there is a kernel of truth in his accusation about racism in Tennessee though.  If St. Alban’s little Lord Fauntleroy thought him marrying a “pretty blond wife” was going to lose him votes it was going to be from people on his own side.  Mainly, a fractured black vote against him for being a race traitor. All those black church ladies in Memphis might have a problem getting up to vote that morning if Harold’s son was sporting Pam Anderson on his arm every day.  Evidently they resent that kind of stuff.

He kept his fiancee in the closet so long that she needed the pedicures to remove the mold.  That’s not an indictment of Threlkeld’s hygiene as much as one of the fungus she’s attached herself.

Then Obama came along and the Clinton star that Ford attached himself to started to descend.  Apparently there were more palatable “light-skinned, clean and articulate” candidates out there who also were absent of that pesky negro dialect that some Nevada Senators find so objectionable.

The question New Yorkers must ask themselves is “Are they ready to elect Clayton Bigsby as their new representative?”

Sadly, a local icon passed away yesterday afternoon.  Doris Demos of the world-renowned, if not Mid-TN renowned, Demos’ restaurant chain died in Murfreesboro:

“She was the heart and soul of Demos’, and she made the heart and soul the way she did with her kids, which was with discipline of the staff — and she did it with 100 percent love,” he said.Peter explained that his mother had been in good health her entire life, but suffered a massive stroke Tuesday night that caused hemorrhaging next to her brain stem. She died on Wednesday afternoon.

I started going to Demos’ shortly after they opened when I attended MTSU.  Mrs. Demos was an omnipresent fixture.  Everything was always outstanding – the food, the staff – everything.  Especially the price.

One night, and this is my only Doris Demos story, I ordered a steak that might have been a little too rare and did not feel so well afterwards.  In what was sure to be a sign of things to come, I left a negative comment card on the table.

Bright and early the very next morning, I got a personal phone call from Mrs. Demos inviting me to come back and that she would take care of everything.  And she did.   That’s been over 15 years ago as much as it pains me to say and to this day I still go there for a bowl of baked chicken and rice soup whenever I start feel a cold coming on.

Godspeed, Mrs. D and condolences to the family.   You are already missed.

Yes, a belated hat tip to Yiddish and Nigel for not clubbing the Titans crowd to death with the yule log Vince Young laid in the home field stocking on Christmas night.

Class act, ya’ll.  With poise, you remained silent after the nationally televised, open-air colonoscopy Philip Rivers performed on the Titans’ secondary.  Thanks to the camera mounted on the tip of his foot, we have identified several polyps in need of removal during the suddenly present offseason.

Admittedly, my prediction would have been was 3-4 interceptions for Young but my fortune-telling abilities had been damaged during a freak turkey & dressing accident earlier in the day.  Little did I know that the biggest turkey was yet to come  as Young had only two interceptions and a forehead slapping fumble.  For the passes where he did sling on target, my dog’s veterinarian hasn’t seen that many balls dropped.  Instead of VY, we’ve got KY.  And every time he’s in use we’re gonna get screwed.

His accuracy as a passing QB makes me long to see Marty Feldman suit up.

Coach Jeff “Cold” Fisher can’t even muster a cheese spread knife of outrage as mistake after mistake compounded to 21 unanswered points topped off with a roughing the passer penalty against Rivers and a foul from the Titans bench after the play was over – all on the same play!

With the exception of a couple of our team members, the rest should serve as towelboys through the Chargers playoff run as they gratefully did not ramp up the score on them again like New England did.  So thanks again for not rubbing it in, guys.

After all, it’s not like he admitted that he belonged to the Crips and murdered somebody on a golf course because they were wearing the wrong color or anything – did he? Oh, wait:

A gang member who told police he killed a stranger to gain rank in the group is back on the streets, detectives said.

The average bond for someone charged with first-degree murder who confesses is about $125,000. If the person is a danger to the community or a flight risk, $500,000 is common.

Police said Christian Walters is both of those, but all he needed was $7,500 to get out of prison for Christmas.

Walters said he’s a member of the Crips and that when he saw Dontrell McFadden with a red bandanna in his pocket near the Nashboro Village Golf Course in October, he felt disrespected.

After a brief meeting with his friends, he returned and fatally shot McFadden, said police.

The Democrat, Judge “Three Card” Monte Watkins is offering to let (see update at bottom) a self-confessed murderer who is a flight risk back out on the street for a mere $7,500.  Did it ever occur to Your Honor that this time of year a lot of people are wearing Red and Green and given Walters’ admitted sensitivity to attire reflecting colors across a certain end of the spectrum that this might not be the right moment to expose him to such onslaughts?  It’s disrepectful!  And you know what he does when he feels disrespected.

For a flight risk, you don’t have to set bail at all. This was purely elective and more than hard to believe that it wasn’t intentional.  As WSMV correctly notes, the standard bail for first degree homicide is $100,000.00 to $500,000.00 much less $75k.

For all you Bloods and Gangster Disciples out there, now you know what color bandana at least one judge wears under his robe.

Watkins was unable to be reached Wednesday because of the holiday. Criminal court judges do not comment on their rulings under any circumstances.

Don’t worry, Judge.  Rest up them pipes.  You’ll have all the time in the world to explain at your impeachment hearing.

CONFUSING UPDATE: Channel 4 is updating the page (linked to above) to now say that Walters is still in jail but that he can still make bond and get out.  I cut-and-pasted directly above but now the page is saying otherwise.  Guess I’ll just screenshot this one from here on out.  The first sentence now reads:

A gang member who told police he killed a stranger to gain rank in the group, has not posted bond yet, detectives said.

Slight difference.  But you can bet Auntie Shirley’s Buick that Momma’s coaxing her out of the keys for a foot race to TitleMax.  Hence the popular Mother-of-the-Year refrain:  My baby ain’t never hurt nobody!

Walters, who once disappeared for 10 days and is not a Tennessee native, told detectives he was worried that he didn’t kill McFadden.

After talking to the killer’s mom, Judge Monte Watkins set bond at $75,000, meaning the family just needed $7,500 — 10 percent of bond — to set him free.

Hopefully, the homies will have trouble selling half a bird of cocaine this close to Christmas to get Walters out before he turns state’s evidence and rolls on everyone anybody with any sense in Metro Government (read:  no one) can slap some into Three Card.

Take a good look at your future America. Tennessee has the healthcare model you’re getting ready to have ramrodded down your throat:

State officials have talked about letting felons out of prison and capping benefits for TennCare recipients. They’ve brought up the possibility of cutting highway patrols in 13 counties and raising fees for a driver’s license for the first time in more than two decades.
…
Seven years after a debate over a personal income tax split the state, Tennessee again faces a massive budget shortfall, one that could force political leaders to reduce spending by as much as $1.5 billion next year.

Of course, The Tennessean newspaper being The Tennessean, everything is passed through the prism of how can we use this manufactured crisis to our advantage by instituting an unconstitutional state income tax.

TennCare is southern-speak for HillaryCare and is the Dr. Jekyll to Obamacare’s Mr. Hyde.

The first thing we discovered is that private insurance companies dumped the sickest among us onto the taxpayers. The “pool” of the chronically ill, with pre-existing medical conditions, were shifted from private plans to TennCare. The past practice of apportioning out the chronically ill among private insurers was scrapped. The chronically ill paid high premiums, but most were glad to get coverage of any kind.

We also discovered that many businesses stopped offering health insurance and threw their employees onto the TennCare rolls. In many cases, the businesses had no choice. If you operated a motel and offered health insurance for employees and the motel across the road had employees on TennCare, how are you supposed to compete? The state is also home to many small manufacturing plants who have wage scales so low even the working poor with children were eligible to sign up for TennCare. The rolls exploded and soon one in five Tennesseans were enrolled in TennCare. Over a million people on TennCare in a state of five million residents.

And every deadbeat in driving distance of the eight states that touch us made Tennessee their new home. Or at least mailing address.

Doubling state tax receipts could never match the spending excesses of this government. In response, in their infinite wisdom, the state will now unleash the felons in your community, fire the cops, shut down the parks (because Nature was never available before you had several full time TWRA patrolmen at every location) and shutter the libraries.

A few years ago they instituted the state lottery to help in-state students get a college education and before it could even fund the first wave of students they started diverting the funds to CREATING a statewide pre-K option that would need to be funded every year after.

Make no mistake – this is a manufactured crisis to bring up the unconstitutional income tax debate (again) and if you think that throwing more money at a spending problem is going to make it better I have a slightly used socialized healthcare program I’d like to sell you.

Tenncare for All

This yellow dog in blue dog’s clothing has crapped on our lawn long enough:

I will vote yes on H.R. 3962. My vote is not an endorsement of all the provisions of the bill because I find much of the bill to be deeply flawed. There is little chance that H.R. 3962 will become law due to the long legislative process. My reason for voting yes is to advance the cause of health care reform by forcing the Senate to act.

He said, there is a problem with this village and we absolutely must burn it to the ground so that we can advance the cause of fixing it.  Because the federal version of Tenncare will be much more successful than our socialized medical program which has been the envy of deadbeats and frauds for every state within driving distance.

Ummm, actually your vote is an endorsement. That’s what your vote is by definition. How about – don’t vote for it but tell us that you support the idea of it.

For years you paraded around the Congressional Budget. Waving it in everyone’s face when Republicans held the majorities while touting your own fiscal responsibility yet here you are – quadrupling that debt in one bill. At every townhall forum you carried your little prop and passed around copies for everybody and it’s a shame that we didn’t spit in your lying face then.

You’re done, son. Believe it or not, you’ve been the focal point of discussion for many conversations in the 5th District where I live and that’s never a good thing.

Thanks for providing the catalyst for all of those door knockers and phone callers to throw you out on your banjo next time around. See you real soon.

Can you at least switch from Baptist Sports Park to Vanderbilt?  This team doesn’t have the sniffles.  They need a heart transplant.

And some psychiatric help wouldn’t hurt either.

I’m a Titans fan.  I love derivatives of Buddy Ryan’s acolytes on defense.  But the Titans’ need a coach and they don’t have one.

Aside from firing everything that touched the University of Texas on the team, the alternative is firing everything in coach’s gear on the sideline – starting at the top.  Jeff “Joe Cool” has no passion for this game anymore.  He’ll sleepwalk through the recap tomorrow before the Monday Night game and stoically “take the blame” for another humiliating bowel movement on all 100 yards of LP field – televised nationally to raise awareness for Colorectal Cancer Month.

His sideline demeanor raises awareness of Anger Management because no matter what seems to happen he never gets angry,throws down a clipboard, grabs a player’s face mask or decks an Offensive Coordinator for calling a run up the middle 3rd and long.  Of course, this could turn into a masochistic endeavor if we include the coach who turns down a penalty against the opposing team giving you 3rd &  8 and another chance to gets  a 1st down versus taking 4 & 2 and kicking a field goal.

You’re not really here to win anymore are you, Coach? Or is run left, run up the middle, incomplete pass to the left, punt some brilliant new strategy whose time just hasn’t come yet?

You will be mine.

Paychecks need to be withheld because outside of the defense, the product that is being put on the field does not qualify as a football team.  Not that we’ll find that out from local sports talk radio who are so completely in the bag and starstruck that they are void of making any meaningful criticism.  You’re still doing my sitdown interview and we’re going to go play golf, right?

Nashville is such a polite city.  Nothing like the Chicagos or Philadelphias.

As our pampered, prideless, heartless multimillionaires can’t seem to catch the ball or run with it without dropping it, it’s time to up the stakes.

If Jeff Fisher cannot keep this almost all returning 13 & 3 team from last year from going 0-6 this year, he should be forced to shave his mustache on The Jeff Fisher Show next week.

We will keep his mustache in a fireproof safe, occasionally poke it with a stick and keep a bottle’s worth of Grecian Formula just out of reach to taunt it.

Do note the highly selective application of standards by The City Paper / Nashville Post / Nashville Scene’s CEO in the wake of Klanheider’s most recent pooch-screwing:

We trust our writers to post content that is appropriate. Most of the time they do that, but in this case Kleinheider did not. If this had been a news story for the Post or the Citypaper or the Scene it would have been edited and that headline never would have been made public.

Really?  Really? I notice you make the distinction to “headline” as opposed to content.

Was it appropriate when he started deploying the derogatory homosexual epithet “teabagger” as the go-to insult for townhall protesters who wanted nothing more than the oppressive gonads of the government removed from the squinting face of the nation?

Kneeling At The Altar of Teabag

Teabagging President Obama

The Teabagging Right

A Million Screaming Teabaggers Are Nothing

Who Shall Lead the Teabaggers

Driving the Teabaggers Into the Arms of the GOP

Thank You Teabaggers May I Have Another

That’s Just Their Bag

Bagging The Tea Party Vote

Beware of Being Blindsided By The Bag

You’re going to honestly pretend like you didn’t notice all of those?  There’s more.  Many of the post titles are sexual double entendres themselves.  In short, we see why Klanny is the liberal editor’s favorite “conservative”.  His scrotal fascination is surpassed only by Jeff Woods.

Here’s one even joking about getting away with it:

Hurtting My Sense of Propriety.

After all, who knew that your head political writer writing on your own site was  calling the majority of the people in Tennessee faggots for the last 7 months? It certainly wasn’t lost on the comments sections.  This is really too rich for the people who supported the recently passed anti-discrimination ordinance in Nashville.

I’ll hold off on breaking out my hazmat suit to wade, balls-deep as it is, through The Scene’s recent archives (or worse at your Pith site) since “teabagger” is one of the nicer terms they frequently employ to describe anyone to the right of Bruce Barry’s wife.

Maybe we should have changed the headline when it came to our attention. I didn’t actually see the post until it had been up for almost four hours. By that time, it seemed to me that the readers had pretty quickly corrected Kleinheider and that a serious discussion about race was beginning to happen. I think discussion is a good thing. Kleinheider went about creating it in an inappropriate way, but race is obviously still an important topic for us to discuss in this community. SouthComm will continue write about race in this city because it is too important an issue to be swept under the rug. I regret that this incident will likely bias how some of you view our future more serious reporting on the topic. I assure you that as we approach the subject in the future we will do it in a more respectful manner.

Oh, yes.  We’ve seen how “respectful” and “serious” your *cough* unbiased *cough* reporting has been in the past (YSNI contest winner: “Your local GOP makes the KKK look like the ACLU.”).  If Ferrell wants to start complaining about poor judgment, perhaps he can start by removing the scales bags from his own eyes.

Ferrell steeped in a “respectful” discussion on limited government.

From teabags to d-bags. Thanks for the inspiration.

Aside from Tim McGraw’s lame, traveling suburban cowboy show to “warm up” for the game, I’ve got to say – If you aren’t watching the Thursday Night Titans/Steelers game. *glug, glug*

You are missing a heavyweight bout. *ding, ding*

Two teams, in their prime, and playing playoff caliber football in the first game of the season for your entertainment.

0-0 halfway through the 2nd Qtr.

Last 2 minutes of the game, Santonio Holmes catches a TD after Chris Hope breaks his coverage and the Steelers go up 7-0.
Polamalu is injured and leaves the field with 1:21 left in the 2nd.

Collins goes to Britt three times in a row knowing that he can break it without Polamalu and he gets down inside the 20 with 50-something left. Collins TD to Gage on the next play with :48 left.

Game of the Season. (more…)

Did you know that you can now sue a teacher who expresses a fact contrary to your political ideology?  It’s true.

Well, technically you can sue anybody for any reason at all.  It doesn’t mean that you’ll win but you can certainly waste everybody’s money and time which is really the point of the legal terrorism that some people gleefully engage in.

Case in point, Robertson county’s own Rick Casares is throwing down the gauntlet because a teacher had the nerve to say that illegal immigration is a burden on our healthcare system.  Behold, fajita-eating fascism at it’s finest:

It has come to my attention that you use your classroom to extol the virtues of Conservative thought.  It should not be my responsibility to remind you that you are there to teach, not preach.  It is your right to have an opinion, but it is my right to have my daughter receive an education free from political propaganda.  You may not be aware that Alena’s grandparents were undocumented when they arrived in this country.  Your inference that illegal immigrants are to blame for this country’s health care crisis upset her, and I am putting you on notice that if it happens again, I will contact our family’s attorney.  I am sure the Robertson County School District has plenty of excess funds with which to fight off a lawsuit, especially one where precedent is clearly set.

Nevermind if what the teacher said was true.  Since it is. It’s also a burden on the school systems while we’re at it. And the courts. Admittedly, since hospitals do not track this information it’s hard to determine an exact number but having hard data has never stopped hard headed liberals before. Just ask a discredited Lancet study that every liberal sings by heart.

Rick’s site “Coyote Chronicles” is presumably a celebration of the noble “coyote”. A coyote is a man who sees another man with a leafblower and a dream and helps him to scam government services and drunk drive over families after fleeing the mess he made of his own country under the cover of darkness for a nominally outrageous fee. Not a celebration of the same coyotes who haul in the drugs and human traffic hispanics into the underground sex slave trade. Just so we’re clear. Coyotes with a heart of gold.

Some people conservatively put that healthcare number at $10.7 billion a year. But we know how some people feel about the word “Conservative” so let’s make that a more liberal number like $100 Billion a year. The facts aren’t fully in but if you don’t consider potentially billions of unpaid hospital bills a burden on the system, maybe not the biggest but definitely big by any measure, then perhaps you’d like to just give me $500,000 since it ain’t no thing.

You see, by Mr. Casares’ estimation no teacher can interject their opinion into a classroom if that opinion upsets their child or a parent’s well-established set of beliefs (no matter how ill-founded) to which I wholeheartedly agree!

By that rationale, we can now sue every teacher and school system who:

- teaches evolution as a fact and not a theory.
- Teaches sex education to under 13 youngsters at all instead of leaving it to their parents
- Teaching elementary schoolers that Heather Having Two Mommies is a-okay
- insult children if their parents voted for John McCain (and make them cry – call my attorney!)
- recruiting students to work for political campaigns in exchange for credit

Just a few. If we were to throw out all the bums who teach their opinions as fact the schools and colleges would be closed tomorrow. I guess it only matters when you feel it’s your particular pet issue that’s being attacked once in a very infrequent while.

Try having the board that accredits the schools forcing teachers to take an ideological litmus test before they could teach and forcing students to take a loyalty test to their definition of “social justice” before they would be allowed to graduate and then get back with me.

This is really very simple, Sir. Were the shoe on the other foot, and I had your children in my classroom, and attempted to indoctrinate my charges into the Godless, heathen, liberal agenda, I believe you would be as concerned as I.

And a godless, heathen, liberal agenda isn’t what we have now?

By their own description, 72 percent of those teaching at American universities and colleges are liberal and 15 percent are conservative, says the study being published this week. The imbalance is almost as striking in partisan terms, with 50 percent of the faculty members surveyed identifying themselves as Democrats and 11 percent as Republicans.

We just need to sue everybody who presents their opinions as fact in the public school system and browbeats their students with it. Were it the case, your leftarded side would be getting beat with the shit end of the stick that they wield so often that it has prompted a nationwide homeschooling movement.

Do yourself a favor “Teach” and take out the warrant now. Casares and reasoned debate go together like Ivan Moreno and Mary Sadler. Reasoned debate may try to put up a good fight but at the end of the day it’s going to be strangled to death and raped in the name of diversity.

A little girl will be in need of medical attention for the rest of her life.  Possibly because of an accident at a hospital that had no choice but to see her for an emergency.  Scumbag, ambulance-chasing attorneys, I repeat myself, have indicated that she is due for a big cash settlement.

Her father is not around.  Her mother was deemed by the court to not be fit to care for her when she was present at the apartment where her baby daddy was caught after buying cocaine from an undercover informant named “Zorro”.

The medical bills are all being sported by the kind and generous donations the taxpayers of Tennessee through our socialized healthcare program TennCare and the $630 a month from Social Security.

Oh, did I mention that they are all illegal aliens? The father was deported. The Mexican government hired another local attorney to represent “his interests”.  Presumably, that does not include buying or selling any more drugs from or to undercover informants in his absence.

The cover of The Scene article depicts the little girl as a piñata.  Would she have been stereotyped as anything else if she was a different race?

Somehow, when you’re a liberal this is completely acceptable.

When Tim Wilson thought up the First Baptist Bar & Grill, I’m pretty sure this is what he had in mind. When kicking it old school, the Big J might’ve turned water into wine but in Ashland City the King of Tears can get you tanked on Cumberland tap.

Crack open a six-pack of Salvation and behold. When you say Blasphemy, you’ve said it all:

Sure, the communion is served in a 12 oz. frosty mug and the Body of Christ is pretzels instead of wafers but when Jesus is your designated driver the night can last an eternity.

Though I drive through the Valley of the Shadow of Serpas,
I shall fear no DUI checkpoint.
My liability insurance and alcohawk, they comfort me.

So if you find the three-headed Schlitz Malt Liquor heifer of hell breathing down your neck – rip into a cold one. Ahhhh….and pour a pint on the curb courtesy of your Matador of Mercy.

After all, His Blood’s For you.  Nailed to a bar stool for your sins.

They’re serving after noon on Sundays but closed on Wednesday nights. After all, we have to keep something holy.

I’ll update our full White Trash Wednesday list as soon as I hear from the people still keeping their Coleman kerosene lamps / tire fires in their backyards burning bright.

I won’t say who said this but I’m kind of taken aback. And when I say “taken aback” I don’t mean that in a “taken from the rear” kind of way:

July 6, 2009

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Dare I say, they’ve got a good many “bottom men” working on it too.

Now I know the feud is sticking in his craw.

I haven’t had a minute to process this yet but short of a nuclear attack on Hawaii this is about the worst news someone from Tennessee could expect to hear today.

The pair died of apparent gunshots wounds and were found in an apartment near the old General Hospital on Rolling Mill Hill. The woman, sources say, was approximately 20 years of age.

While details are sketchy at this time, NashvillePost.com sources say that the scene could be double homicide, a murder/suicide, or made to look like a murder/suicide. Metro Police said they have identified the woman, but are not releasing her name until the family has been notified.

What’s certain is that the unnamed woman at the scene is not his wife which opens a range of possibilities to the motive but it’s no excuse.  If your spouse or girlfriend is cheating on you then get a divorce.  If they ruin your life for what they did to you why let them ruin the rest of your life by going to jail over it?

That’s not speculating on what’s happened.  No one knows what that is yet.  But if the motive was not money then that narrows it down.

Naturally, many of our liberal friends are rushing to comment on this story as an example of how legal gun owners being allowed to carry their weapons into a restaurant is the same thing as someone either breaking in or being invited into McNair’s residence and shooting him dead.

Not quite the point, fellas.  The point is that this city has gotten so dangerous under Chief Ronal Serpas’ Reign of Error that we have to maintain the right to defend ourselves.  We have a meter maid at police chief who would rather harass people going 6 miles over the speed limit than putting the serious criminals away and no one can dispute that.

It’s a note I’ve been playing for quite some time.

Either way, it’s a sad day for the McNair Family, the city, the state, the sport and I hope they bring the person or people who did this to justice.

UPDATE:  Murder suicide. Crazy bitch took a DUI rap two days ago and celebrated having her license being revoked for six months by killing McNair and then herself.  How much does six months worth of taxis cost?

The young woman, Sahel Kazemi, was arrested just before 2 a.m. Thursday after an officer spotted her speeding down Broadway. Kazemi was driving a black, 2007 Cadillac Escalade that, according to public records, she owned along with McNair. McNair was in the vehicle at the time Kazemi was pulled over; however, he was not charged with anything and was allowed to leave. He left in a taxi.

The vehicle is registered at the address of McNair’s restaurant on Jefferson Street.

Going to Dave and Busters makes me want to shoot myself too but not enough to take somebody with me.

This incident is enough to give strange a bad name.  Remember that when you go home and kiss your wives at night.

Regardless of this marital infidelity, McNair comported himself with grace on and off the field and deserved a better ending than the one served up ice cold by this Opry Mills bimbo.

It’s all over now except for the funeral and the family that has to go on without a father.

Curiouser and curiouser: McNair had a death threat made against him by a woman claiming he slipped her a roofie some time last year and that her boyfriend was going to kill him at the Blue Moon restaurant in Rock Harbor early yesterday morning.

IRONY WATCH: For those people concerned about guns in restaurants, don’t you find it the least bit ironic that McNair was shot by someone who worked at a restaurant? Based on the broad brush you use to paint patrons, maybe people need to protect themselves from the staff.

COINCIDENCE AND ONE LAST QUESTION: The arresting officer from the Kazemi/McNair DUI stop from this last Thursday is the same one who arrested McNair previously for DUI. Talk about a small town. The thing that’s getting me here is that Kazemi admitted she was high at the stop and it is still a crime for someone to be riding with someone that they know to be intoxicated yet no charge was filed against McNair at the time and he was allowed to leave by taxi.

According to the arrest affidavit, Kazemi’s “eyes were bloodshot and watery. She had an obvious odor of an alcoholic beverage coming from her breath but denied any consumption.” According to the police report, “She said she was not drunk but high.”

Would that have happened had the officer in question not been browbeaten by McNair’s attorney and a sympathetic judge who also threw out the gun charge as “fruit of the forbidden tree” in that same stop. Indeed, he was suspended following the first arrest. I’d forgotten that McNair had been charged with that exact offense two years ago.

But not this time. Why?

Or, how Tennessee continues to show the rest of the country how to do it. The only problem is that 37 other states have already made restaurant carry legal, so, technically we’re not cutting edge, but at least we’re a little freer (is that a word?).

Right on cue, the Tennessean (or as BMac calls it, “Pravda on the Cumberland”) had their hysterical local restaurant owners ready to foam at the mouth.

Sounds like Cliff is encouraging folks to engage in fisticuffs at his place of business. You heard him, boys!

The best non-quote is a restaurant owner who is so distraught that he couldn’t even put together a sentence.

All Ben had to do was mutter “uuuuhhhh…. ummmmm……. uuuuuuh….” like President Hussein sans teleprompter and he would undoubtedly be heralded a genius. Use this article to guide where you spend your ever shrinking dining dollar.

Way back before the veto, I sent the beloved Governor a note and urged him to sign the legislation. He declined to do so, but was kind enough to (1) let me know why and (2) call me friend.

Time to Fisk the Governor.

I think he means that.

If you ever listen to leftists speak – particularly President Hussein – they always say “let me be clear”. My response is, who is stopping you from being clear? Who is obfuscating your message? You have the entire media machine amplifying your message, liberals, and you still have to say this? Tedious.

In other words, “I believe in your right to own a gun, but leave it locked up at home, unloaded and make sure there’s a trigger lock in there too…” Heaven forbid we be allowed to take it places where they may be needed, though the occasion may be rare. Just to reinforce how much he loves guns (and how much he is just like me), he provides some history.

Or as Nashville’s own Barney Fife says, “see what happened in all them saloooons in old westerns when people would just start a-shootin’?”

The law explicitly states that the carrier is prohibited from drinking. You do care about the rule of law, don’t you? Well, we’ll all make an exception for the groups of illegals who come to do your yardwork, but aside from that, you do care about the law, right?

He needs to know my views so that he may locate me and send his press ghoul Lydia Lenker to my house to interrogate me for being one of Napolitano’s right-wing terrorists.

Fisking… the last refuge of the uninspired blogger. But still, suck on that, Tennessee elites, and by all means, put up your “firearms prohibited” signs sooner rather than later so that we will know where not to spend what’s left of our disposable income.

I really really do.  I don’t want any scary government agency breathing down my neck.  There are a few things a sane person should never do, run down the street naked, douse yourself with honey and throw yourself into the bear pit at the zoo, or to call for the assassination of the president.  Apparently there is a politician out there who misunderstood my tea party sign and posted about it in a letter to the editor of our local paper.

It is slated to run this Sunday.  Here’s the bit:

Among the most noteworthy signs were the following: ‘Revolution is Brewing’ held by a member of the College Republicans; ‘Each State is Sovereign,’ citing the Articles of Confederation; ‘Stop Predatory Taxation’ with a target on the president’s head;

I wish he had come up and asked me about it, and I would have told him that the target was not in fact on Barack Obama’s head, but the head of a businessman, meant to symbolize Congress’ unconstitutional targeting of AIG reps’ bonuses with a 90% tax. I also would have reminded him that these same AIG reps were the recipients of a polite request by Senator Charles Grassley that they give up their bonuses or kill themselves. That too inspired the target.

He could have looked at me for goodness sakes.  Imagine Debbie Gibson calling for the president’s head.  That’s pretty much what it would have looked like.

So here’s the photo of my sign:

Yes, he has big ears and a skinny neck. I should have thought of that. I went to great pains to make him balding, I put pinstripes on his suit so he would look more like a banker-type, and he wore a bright blue shirt.

Here’s the original that worked from:

Next time I’ll just go to Kinko’s. But let me say this. I think people see what their preconceived notions tell them to. Like how for the last 8 years when I was watching all of  those peaceful rallies where screaming activists painted Bush up like Hitler and the Devil and burned our president in effigy. The media never made a big deal about how dangerous these folks might be, I mean these political activists were just doing their patriotic duty to dissent and disagree. Maybe I remember that all wrong because I’m a right-wing extremist teabagging nut.

Ugh.  Enough with this blogging. I have a country barn to draw and some azaleas to plant.

Confirmed.

We’ve given the Great Pumpkin a lot of crap, but he has given his all for the Orange, so the least we can do is say thanks for the memories and best of luck. Now we must go on the hunt for the Bruce Pearl of Pigskin.

And on Halloween too.

I’ve gotten word from two different reliable sources that the straw has apparently broken the camel’s back and this will be The Great Pumpkin’s last year as head coach of the Vols.

Obviously none of this is confirmed by the “legit” media, but I’d put at least five bucks on it. For a five dolla foot long.

My friend Patrick GhostofNeyland (sorry, Ghost) sums it up well…

Fulmer gave his all for the Vols, but it’s time for some fresh blood. The old guard has been stale since 2005.

I was going to go to the Valient Thorr concert at the Exit/In tonight since I didn’t see Wolf Blitzer at lunch but instead I’m douching it out with the Snoozefest at Belmont.

Due to a runaway request by one person, who will remain nameless (Nigel), consider this an Open Thread.

I say good day, sir.

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McCain lights up the crowd with an awe-inspiring rip on Earmark Reform.  Nothing motivates the crowd more! *snooze*.  How’s making those earmark-getters in the $700B bailout famous with your pen going, Senator?

Obama thinks 9/11 was a missed opportunity – to engage in offshore drilling – when did this happen?  Oh, and to create an army of volunteers with a draft.

McCain panders to the breeder set – shit out a few kids???  I’ll double the amount of Brian’s money I’m going to give to you.  Eat me, my friend.

Dur, the Straight Talk Express lost a wheel….I hope Al Franken didn’t stay up all night writing that one.

We’ve got one person fighting here and the other guy’s just laying his hands down at his side.  Kofi Obama couldn’t whip on McCain more unless he had a Viet Cong uniform.  Luckily, Bill Ayers probably still has one in his closet he can borrow.
Read on you glutton for punishment.
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