Zero Tolerance

I’ve got a message, for the eight Republicans who crossed the line to vote for the cap’n trade bill.

I’m sick and tired of this nonsense.

Life is good.  You’ve heard me say that many times.  But the fact is, until we demand that it stays good, and not put off till tomorrow to when you might be less busy, or more outraged, then every idiocy that has  ever percolated to the top of the liberal wish list will become law:  enabled by poltroonish wads of goo like the 8 wads of goo named above.

No more concessions!

It’s time for Zero Freaking Tolerance.  No more allowance for the nutjobs.  No more concessions to the free lunch crowd.  No more agreement with the idiotic utopian premise of the psychotic Left.

NO to  industry destroying, job-exporting tax increases disguised as feel-good “save the planet,” man-made global warming mumbo-jumbo legislation that is rushed to the floor of the House, unread, undiscussed, unbelievable in its size and scope, and as unworkable  as a Rube Goldgerg mousetrap.

NO to the nationalization of the health-care profession.

NO to a free-spending, unaccountable Congress.

Argue every single piece of legislation, and every single appointment all the way. Demand the details of every bill put forward by the nutjobs, and if they won’t provide them, then walk out!  Call a press conference.  Name names.  Use the internet.  Make Youtube your ally.

And, when you do finally get some details, then comb them for every single crumb of waste.

If your elected representatives don’t vote for common sense then turn up the heat.  Make their professional lives a professional dolor. Call them, email them, make a video and post it on the internet.  Slap every single example of incompetence with an equal measure of common sense every single time.

Zero Freaking tolerance.  That’s what I’m talking about.

Think, people, think.   This Republic isn’t the way it is by accident.  We allowed it to happen.

It’s time to make common sense cool again.

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Happy Hurricane Season!

June 1 kicks off the Atlantic hurricane season, though the NOAA map shows no activity at this time. I’m sure Ed the weatherman is in fine spirits. I can’t wait for the colorful maps to start showing up over at GCP.

NOAA says 9-14 storms, yada, yada, yada, and the named storms will be as follows:

Ana, Bill, Claudette, Danny, Erika, Fred, Grace, Henri, Ida, Joaquin, Kate, Larry, Mindy, Nicholas, Odette, Peter, Rose, Sam, Teresa, Victor, and Wanda.

Nothing really remarkable there. Of course, I’d like to see NOAA start getting a little more inclusive with their name choices. We have the hispanics covered with Joaquin and Erika. The French get a nod with Henri. I reckon that will be pronounced “Ohn Ray,” or some such shite. But, how about some more diversity for Pete’s sake?

How about a hurricane named for an American Indian? Hurricane Running Bear, or something like that. And how about an African American name, say Hurricane LaKeisha? Or an Egyptian name, Hurricane Mukhwana.

I can just picture Geraldo Rivera standing on the coastline waiting for the storm, hair blowing in the wind and spray, putting his best Egyptian pronunciation on Mukhwana, with The Flight of the Valkyries playing full blast in the background (helicopter sound effects optional).

So, Happy hurricane season folks. It will be a relief to pay some attention to the hot air coming in from the Gulf for a while, rather than Washington, D.C.

Oh, and, get your emergency plans in order, OK?