Comments on: Bill Kristol is (gulp) making sense

By: Smut Clyde

Smut Clyde — Tue, 17 Mar 2009 08:31:40 +0000

But being on the side of a healthy populist reaction [...] is at least a good political start. Does Kristol at least get some credit for the unparalleled honesty of his naked cynicism and opportunism? But if capitalism is to survive, shouldn’t the Republican party, the party that ~~defends~~ that denies the possibility of excesses from democratic capitalism, be particularly vehement in denouncing its excesses? -- Not so much Fixed, as rephrased in Smuttish.

By: commie atheist

commie atheist — Tue, 17 Mar 2009 06:50:11 +0000

I must have been thinking of the Gramm’sStealit Act of 1999.

Also known as the Gramm-Leach-Bliley Financial Services Future-Rape-of-the-American-Taxpayer Enablement Act.

By: commie atheist

commie atheist — Tue, 17 Mar 2009 06:46:43 +0000

I rule!
At fuckin’
My job
Is truckin’
Don’t stop
Keep suckin’

By: owlbear1

owlbear1 — Tue, 17 Mar 2009 06:45:43 +0000

oops, Glass-Steagall

I must have been thinking of the Gramm’sStealit Act of 1999.

By: commie atheist

commie atheist — Tue, 17 Mar 2009 06:45:05 +0000

Also, I just pooped. A lot. On your dog.

Just for that, I’m going to pound the farts out of you!

That is some funny shit, there. Thanks.

By: owlbear1

owlbear1 — Tue, 17 Mar 2009 06:41:42 +0000

Figuring out the right policy going forward with respect to toxic assets and the rest is, of course, a major intellectual task.

Value everything from the day Gramm-Steagal was repealed and the Counterfeiting operations were legalized.

By: justme

justme — Tue, 17 Mar 2009 06:15:07 +0000

Between this and Pat Buchanan pining for the New Deal and Glass-Steagall during his McLaughlin Group appearance, my world, she has gone all topsy-turvy. Cats lying down with dogs, and whatnot. This means the aliens really are coming in the tail of that comet! What next? Townhall union drives? American Thinker fundraising for Planned Parenthood? Confederate Wankee learning to speak English? Teh Pantload swearing off the Cheetohs?!?! It's all too much for me. Maybe Rick Santorum can save us. He's even more reliably wrong than Bloody Bill. Oh, crap. We're fucked either way. Apocalypse it is! Also, I just pooped. A lot. On your dog.

By: henry lewis

henry lewis — Tue, 17 Mar 2009 05:19:13 +0000

standard thirty-seven hour day.

If only. Then a person might be able to get something done.

By: Smut Clyde

Smut Clyde — Tue, 17 Mar 2009 05:13:06 +0000

I had always assumed that the rest of the Sadly.Nocracy were on Centaurian time, standard thirty-seven hour day.

By: henry lewis

henry lewis — Tue, 17 Mar 2009 05:06:36 +0000

I broke my calendar.

By: Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson — Tue, 17 Mar 2009 05:03:08 +0000

Because I would not stop for time and tide,
they kindly stopped for me,
but then they complained that I was 15 minutes early.

By: Smut Clyde

Smut Clyde — Tue, 17 Mar 2009 04:49:48 +0000

Good night, moon.
Time and tide are right every 12 hours and 15 minutes.
Alternatively, a stopped clock waits for no man.

By: handy

handy — Tue, 17 Mar 2009 04:44:03 +0000

“It’s metric” I would say. Most of ‘em just said ‘Oh, I see.”

METRIC! OMG great story.

By: PeeJ

PeeJ — Tue, 17 Mar 2009 04:42:13 +0000

Way back in 19*cough* *hrm* (the 70′s) I had an early “digital” clock radio. After I dropped it on the floor, it showed the time as 26:79 and the like. I could read it, the alarm still worked and I was a poor college student so I kept it. People would see it and get puzzled looks on their faces. A brave few asked me about it. “What the fuck” was the ussual form of the query. “It’s metric” I would say. Most of ‘em just said ‘Oh, I see.”

By: M. Bouffant

M. Bouffant — Tue, 17 Mar 2009 04:35:25 +0000

the party that defends democratic capitalism

No one else found that amusing?

By: M. Bouffant

M. Bouffant — Tue, 17 Mar 2009 04:33:44 +0000

Good night, moon.

By: Mo's Bike Shop

Mo's Bike Shop — Tue, 17 Mar 2009 04:32:48 +0000

Kristolbill shows some light with the anarcho-capitalists and you say ‘gulp?’

Brad, I have a rubber chicken, and I am not afraid to use it.

By: Smut Clyde

Smut Clyde — Tue, 17 Mar 2009 03:36:55 +0000

Also: If you set your clock Euro-style, Kristol, et al are only right once a day,
I personally keep sidereal time, and thus am right every 23 hours and 56 minutes.

By: Smut Clyde

Smut Clyde — Tue, 17 Mar 2009 02:50:39 +0000

Asenath Waite sent me.
The Waite kid? I remember her leaving a flaming bag of dog-poo on my doorstep on Hallowe’en..
Actually I’d rather it had been dog poo.

time to start celebrating part of my heritage by living up to the negative stereotype
Presumably you speak of the non-scaly part of your heritage. I shudder to think what you do to live up to that negative stereotype.

By: jim

jim — Tue, 17 Mar 2009 02:43:31 +0000

Kristol talking sense? Hmm. I wonder why I’m reminded of Bush in 2000, earnestly promising to Americans that he’d be the education president, bring “compassionate conservatism” to America, protect the environment & reverse the trend toward more fruitless foreign adventurism?

He’s bullshitting – I can tell because his lips are moving.

Bonuses schmonuses – compared to the bailouts themselves (let alone the king’s ransom that’s been siphoned out of the global economy via corporate cupidity) it’s chump change. Double them, eliminate them, or leave them as is – it won’t make a rat’s ass of difference unless America’s willing to confront the sheer malevolent parasitism of its financial elite head-on & take away their ball for real, not just symbolically.

Why is everyone still thinking small? Try petitioning Obama to overturn or amend the “Fiduciary Gains Uber Alles” law that makes being a sociopathic viper mandatory & you may see some light at the end of the economic tunnel that isn’t an oncoming locomotive. Otherwise you may as well lube up, reach for China & get ready for the Thains & Santellis to deliver the next dose of trickle-down love a few years hence.

Oh, & arguing with a libertarian is like jerking off with your feet – you can call it an accomplishment if you want, but you still look pretty bloody silly doing it.