Tax the Rich

Newsweek columnist Evan Thomas this week writes about the cynicism of Washington insiders over Obama’s ability to actually effect “change” in this country, should he get elected. Thomas postulates that Obama would have a tough time delivering on all his campaign promises for change, because predecessor liberals like Clinton and Carter made the same promises, and failed.

Fine. Probably true. Who cares?

Obama will be a successful president if he accomplishes one thing and one thing only, and I ain’t talking Iraq — tax the hell out of the rich.

The rich have benefited enormously under King Georgie’s reign, at the expense of everyone else. Repeal their tax cuts? Fuck that. Jack, jack, jack UP their taxes, not only to make up for the damage they’ve inflicted on this country for eight years, but to penalize them, as well.

The rich will run to other countries, jeopardizing all of us and destroying “trickle down,” you say?

Fuck you. These bastards want to live here. Most of them don’t relish the thought of permanent European banishment.

Obama should penalize, yes “penalize,” these rich CEOs and Wall Street barons … and then make it public. Nothing would pick up the spirit of average Americans, and thereby get this country back on the right track, more than that.

Fuck the rich. If this doesn’t happen, I am really, really, really looking favorably on a replay of the French Revolution — off with their heads!!!

Feminism

Feminists will have us believe that the 1960s-1970s women’s movement was a wonderful thing for all concerned. Equal pay. Fair laws. Greater respect for the “fair” sex. More choices for females. All very true. But the feminists conveniently leave out the profound societal downsides of their movement …

When was the last time you heard someone, male or female, comment on that “man”? Probably not for awhile. “Man” and “men” are now relegated to “guys.” Witness the recent “Guys Choice” awards on the Spike cable channel. Men are now more often referred to as guys, dudes, boys … and it’s because no one is sure what the definition of a “man” is anymore — including men. Was John Wayne a man? Of course not; the feminists castrate him in a second for his chauvinistic, condescending attitude toward women. Is Alan Alda a real man? Of course not, because (thank God) males of the species look at him and these adjectives spring to mind: wimpy, whiney, effeminate.

So who, exactly, is a “man” in 2008?

We don’t know, because we’ve allowed the feminists to control the agenda, and they don’t really care. Notice how people never have a problem determining who is or is not a “woman”? Females, by virtue of their gender, automatically qualify. I’m sorry, but I’ve met just as many cowardly, shallow, stupid women as I have men, and yet the females, no matter their personal deficiencies, are never pressured to live up to “womanhood.” Meanwhile, time after time, every woman feels free to determine who is a real “man,” and who is not. When was the last time some bimbo was attacked for not being a “real woman”?

The feminists, and their “everybody wins in the long run” bullshit, are full of it. I’m afraid the “war of the sexes” might be the natural state of things, and I’m also wondering if men, in general, ought to stop listening to these crusading feminists.

My solution (difficult to implement, I admit, due to the feminist takeover of human resource departments) — if you respect her, she’s a woman. If you don’t, she’s merely a “girl.”

Best Movie Ever Made

It’s easily North by Northwest.

Hitchcock in his prime.

Cary Grant just a tad past his prime, but not by much.

The best screenplay ever written.

Spot-on casting: Eva Marie Saint, James Mason, Martin Landau …

No one made a movie like this before Hitch, and especially not after (take your special effects and stuff them).

The music … Mount Rushmore … the cornfield. Hitchcock might have been one weird-ass momma’s boy, but he was the epitome of that much-abused term — genius.

Colmes

For years now, whenever I’ve tuned in to Hannity & Colmes, I’ve felt like the parent who goes to his little tyke’s elementary-school musical, knowing full well that little Susie has a voice that shatters eardrums. I would cringe.

Colmes operates in the most hostile media environment possible: that of a liberal on Fox News. He can’t win. He sits on a set opposite the narcissistic Hannity (do you suppose he compares his helmet-hair to Rock Hudson’s?), and is always ganged up on by right-wing nuts. Dick (Suck My Toes) Morris, Ann (I’m an Insane Bitch, But Maybe Republicans Think I’m Hot Because of My Hair) Coulter, Newt (My New Trophy Wife Has Cancer, So I’m Outta Here!) Gingrich … and so on.

And yet, somehow, Colmes, despite his nightly nutball gang-bangs, emerges with his dignity intact. I’m guessing he will have the last laugh on all of these jokers.

4-Dollar Gas Pain … What??

I keep reading in the local paper (Minneapolis Star-Tribune) and elsewhere about the “pain” citizens are feeling. “Pain” at the gas pump. “Pain” at the grocery store. People are cancelling vacations to Belize and going to Florida instead. They are dropping Starbucks in favor of work-supplied coffee. They are finding out that they are not entitled to a new “McMansion” on a $50,000 per year salary. Won’t somebody help these poor people? This makes me sick, but I’m not sure whether to blame the “people” or the media.

“Pain” is what people experienced in the 1930s, during the Depression. “Pain” is something nearly everyone experienced in this country in the 1800s. This “pain” people are feeling now … I keep hearing about it in the media, but aside from an occasional grumble over gas prices, I don’t get many “pain” vibes from the people I see every day.

I have no doubt that rising gas and food prices are causing genuine pain for one segment of society — the poor. But that’s not who I keep reading about in the newspaper, or in Newsweek. I read about yuppies Bill and Susie in Edina who are seriously considering dumping their precious SUV, and I read about Martha and George who, after years of blissful retirement, might have to sell their lake-side second home.

This ain’t “pain,” this is just a wake-up call.

Guys Choice Awards

Am watching the “Guys Choice” awards on Spike. Not sure why, just stumbled on it while channel-surfing. Mixed feelings about it. On the one hand, I’m kind of embarrassed for my gender, and hoping this is not the direction civilization is headed. Everything is cruder, ruder, and grosser these days, and the “Guys Choice” awards is emblematic of that shift.

But, on the other hand … I am enjoying most of it, because it’s real and it’s a backlash to unchecked political correctness and feminism. It’s a reminder that the social engineers might be successful at changing laws and social behavior, but they will never, ever succeed at changing (male) human nature. Which is neither good nor bad. It just is.

I guess the good thing is the battle itself: You can’t let the political-correcties have too much power, and you can’t let the Neanderthals have too much power.

But right now, I’m enjoying all the sex and body-parts jokes. Sue me.

Video Games

Can’t do ‘em. Not no more. It’s not that I don’t like them; quite the contrary, I like them too much.

This comes to mind because the latest “Grand Theft Auto” is out, and generating mucho buzz, and I have to admit it arouses my curiosity. But I can’t go there. Too addicting, I know.

I found this out in the ’90s, when my ex made the mistake of giving me a Sega machine with “Sonic the Hedgehog” games. That pretty much ended our evenings out. Hell, maybe even our marriage. I would get home from work at 6 p.m., and two minutes later she would inform me it was 1 a.m. and she was going to bed. I couldn’t join her, because I was one level short of setting my personal-best “Hedgehog” record.

Madness.

Few years ago, I got this computer and of course it came with games. I was achieving greatness with a shoot-em-up game at 2 a.m. one Saturday when Officer Friendly knocked on my door, informing me that neighbors were upset by the explosions and screams pouring through my walls.

Video games. Love them. But I already have too many other addictions ….

Michelle Obama

I voted for Bill Clinton in 1992, but I was either misled or ignorant about one aspect of his first term: Hillary’s role. When she took over health-care reform, and began leading highly secretive meetings about this overhaul, I was pissed. Really pissed. I thought, “I voted for the husband, but nobody told me this was a two-for-one deal.” Again, maybe I missed it; maybe it was announced and I just missed it. But at that point, it didn’t matter to me if her committee delivered a world-class, kiss-our-ass-France-and-Canada system … I didn’t care, because I didn’t vote for her, I voted for Bill, and they were putting one over on me. Or so I thought.

Fast-forward to Michelle Obama. Obama’s people are still trying to spin her “first time proud of my country” gaffe, but it’s all bullshit, because what she said was pretty damn clear. And I say that as an Obama supporter.

I’m still voting blue in November, but some frickin journalist (paging the ghost of Tim Russert?) needs to pin down both Obamas on this question: What, if any, policy role is Michelle going to play in your administration? Tell me now, and I won’t care if she’s Secretary-of-Blowing-Up-Texas. Play coy and don’t tell me, and I’ll … I’ll … I’ll … be mad, but vote for them anyway.

Javon Walker

NFL punk. Wimp. Little girl.

The Oakland Raider got the shit kicked out of his pansy ass, and was robbed, and left bleeding and unconscious on the street like the loser he is.

I don’t know much about Javon Walker, but I’ve spent years reading about pricks like him — professional jocks, with tons of cash, strutting through big cities’ nightlife like “masters of the universe.”

That’s why I love it when one of these jerks gets his rectum handed to him. I’ll bet he doesn’t feel like such a badass today.

“No Spin” Zone … yah, right

I’m going to start a cable news network. I’m going to call it the “no-spin” channel. I’m going to cast the following talent, either as guests or hosts: Oliver North, Newt Gingrich, Bill O’Reilly, Karl Rove, Dick Morris, Ann Coulter …. and so forth.

Let’s take a look at the backgrounds of these unbiased, “no-spin” paragons of media: North, a so-called “patriot” who happened to be convicted of lying to the United States Congress. Gingrich, leader of the impeachment movement against Bill Clinton — on “moral” grounds — while failing to pay child support and carrying on adulterous affairs of his own. O’Reilly, the Irish kid with a tough, moralistic approach to life, tough on “liberal” America’s slide into Gomorrah … and also a phone-sex-loving harasser of his female, Fox coworker. Rove, the outer of an American CIA operative, an offense which used to be punishable by death. Morris, exposed as a prostitute-seeking foot fetishist and tax cheat, venting his moral outrage at the Clintons. Coulter … well, draw your own picture.

I watch this idiotic channel because, if this were 1939, and Hitler had a show and Churchill had a show, Hitler’s would be much more entertaining. Psychopaths are simply more arresting, just like the proverbial trainwreck. But does America believe their bullshit?

Let’s hope not.