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My copy of the Reagan Diaries hasn’t gotten here yet. It was delayed on account of President’s Day. Ha!

What Beloved Leader said is quite right. We accept changes in government very gracefully and as a matter of course. In most other countries, this is most certainly not so.

While our governments may change, the regime (system and rules of governing) remains the same. In most other countries, a change in government also means a change in regime.

I don’t know Musli, the regime is in for a shocka if Barak, the magic negro, or the red queen ascends. Seems these political goons have been undermining our system/rule of law for how many decades now.

Then we’ll get to see how strong our separation of powers dealie really is, PnB.

Hey, check out Ronnie delivering the I paid for this microphone line. That’s what righteous anger looks like! Anybody know what he was so pissed about?

Chile, I tell you.

Chile.

I like Chile. Especially with hot dogs.

Oh, sure, McGoo. Chile looks good now. The problem with those South American doojamahickies is that they’ll turn on you, and allofasuddenly you’re living in Venezuela and Chavez takes all your shit.

I know someone who recently retired to coastal Mexico. He built a freaking palace on $200 grand. But, you know, it’s part of a walled gringo compound.

No, thank you. Give me swinging taxes and stability. I guess.

That’s “swinge” not “swing.” So should it be “swingeing”?

I’m not a very good faux-Limey 🙁

and allofasuddenly you’re living in Venezuela and Chavez takes all your shit.

Like I was saying…….

Touche, PnB! Bravo!

Actually, you’re right, Weasel. Why run away to where my hands are (legally, and citizenship-wise) tied and my ass might be in physical danger, when I can fight the good fight right here – while enjoying Arby’s (or whatever American sin you choose) and high-speed Internet.

I forgot why I came here before. The Duh Show – held over for another fabulous week!

I finished off the last book I was reading (Blasphemy by Dougie-boy Preston) and just couldn’t face “Hood” (sorry Dawn) so I opened up “Whitewash” by Whathisface with Whatshisbreath. (the book isn’t within arms reach and – well – it is a duh week.)

I was almost immediately brought to a boiling point and continued to simmer more-or-less violently through the first and into the second chapter.

I’m sorry – but I have to put the book down. I fear that if I finish it I’ll be brought to a homicidal rage – much like the Be-Toweled Ones have done to Mustlihoon.

Can’t have that, now can we?

So if you’re contemplating reading “Whitewash”, think twice. Oh! Please – do go buy it. But wait until you’re calm before starting it, because it’ll make you really hate that Witch all over again.

The Duh Show refers to ME – not you-all. You’r edefinitely not Duh.

Makes me think of Watership Down. I went Duh.

But wait until you’re calm before starting it, because it’ll make you really hate that Witch all over again.

Kinda like ‘Hell to Pay’, by Barbara Olson, and ‘Hillary’s Secret War’, by Richard Poe, and ‘The Shadow Party’,(outlines the connections of puppeteers far left/Soros moneybags and the media) by David Horowitz?
Makes one want to go out and vote against her.

From wiki:

I am paying for this microphone!

* At a Republican primary debate in Nashua, New Hampshire (1980-02-23). The moderator had ordered the soundman to turn off Reagan’s microphone, as Reagan was about to explain that as his campaign was paying for the debate which had originally been arranged by the Nashua Telegraph and that he had invited Bob Dole, Howard Baker, John B. Anderson, and Phil Crane, to be in it as well

Ha! My John Adams book was shipped today.

Um, I mean, yesterday.

I hate reading books that piss me off. In fact, I’m not too keen on political books at all. I’m okay with history and biography, for the most part. I just think, “I’ll never have time to read all the books I want, why am I subjecting myself to this thing that’s pissing me off?”

That’s what talk radio is for!

Thanks, mesa. I just can’t work out what the moderator’s problem was, or why Reagan was clearly so pissed.

Okay, I’ve just typed some variation of “piss” three times in two posts (or four times in three posts, if you count this one).

Y’all see why I washed out of finishing school?

From the great man himself:
http://www.ronaldreagan.com/primaries.html

As I’ve said, I have often wondered at how our lives can turn on what seem like small or inconsequential events. That winter, a brief and seemingly small event, one lasting only a few seconds, occurred in a high school gymnasium in Nashua, New Hampshire, and I think it helped take me to the White House. In the final days before the election in New Hampshire, I think almost everybody except the other candidates agreed that the primary had settled down to a race between George Bush and myself, with Bush the front runner.

When the Nashua Telegraph offered to sponsor a debate between the two of us on the Saturday evening preceding the election, we both accepted. Understandably, this brought howls from the other candidates. In protest, one of them, Senator Bob Dole, complained to the Federal Elections Commission that by financing a debate between only two of the seven candidates, the newspaper was making an illegal campaign contribution to the Bush and Reagan campaigns. The commission agreed with him, so my campaign offered to pay the full cost of the debate – a few thousand dollars – and they accepted.

I thought it had been unfair to exclude the other candidates from the debate. Most of them were also campaigning in New Hampshire that weekend, and since we were now sponsoring and paying for it, I decided to invite them to join the debate. Four of the other candidates – Bob Dole, Howard Baker, John Anderson, and Phil Crane (John Connally was campaigning elsewhere) – accepted. When we walked on to a platform set up for the debate at the Nashua High School gymnasium Saturday night, there was one table, two chairs, and six candidates. When he spotted the four other candidates, Jim Baker, George Bush’s campaign manager, protested and said George would not participate in the debate as long as they were part of it. Since I had invited them, I couldn’t go along with him and exclude the other candidates, so we were at an awkward impasse. George just sat frozen in his chair, not saying anything; I sat in the other chair with the four other candidates standing behind me, looking embarrassed in front of two or three thousand people while being literally told they had to leave.

Unable to understand what was going on, the audience hooted and hollered an urged us to proceed. I decided I should explain to the crowd what the delay was all about and started to speak. As I did, an editor of the Nashua newspaper shouted to the sound man, “Turn Mr. Reagan’s microphone off.” Well, I didn’t like that – we were paying the freight for the debate and he was acting as if his newspaper was still sponsoring it. I turned to him, with the microphone still on, and said the first thing that came to my mind: “I am paying for this microphone, Mr. Breen.” Well, for some reason my words hit the audience, whose emotions were already worked up, like a sledgehammer. The crowd roared and just went wild. I may have won the debate, the primary – and the nomination – right there.

Oh! Thanks again, mesa. You know, that rings a bell now. I’d like to think from hearing the story re-told, but I can certainly remember that election…

Excellent search results, Mesa! It rings a bell for me – definitely. And it was a Defining Moment. God, I do love the Net.

Weaz said, “I hate reading books that piss me off.”

Yep. Whitewash managed to run a scalpel across every “Hillary” nerve I have, in an astonishingly small number of paragraphs.

That’s why I was warning y’all. It’s potent stuff. I don’t like it that concentrated.

Hey! The Supreme Court just told the ACLU to Eff Off vis-a-vis the terrorist wiretapping crap.

http://www.breitbart.com/article.php?id=D8UTLREO0&show_article=1

Hahaha…McGoo, you are WAY too mellow and amiable tonight. You’ve been into the electric soup, haven’t you?

I’m practicing my “Don’t worry, be happy” mellow, and I put down that Whitewash book. I wondered if anyone noticed.

I had a “Woot!” written right after the first (second) sentence, but erased it.

I hate reading books that piss me off too but one must know one’s enemy. If people just knew half the shit Hillary and Bubba pulled, that the media ‘whitewashes’, they would run them out of town with pitchforks.

That’s what’s so upsetting to me. Being reminded – chapter and verse – of the total scumbaggeryness of those two. This book is especially deft at raising my ire.

I started “Hell to Pay.” Didn’t finish it, then Barbara Olson went down in flames and I felt horrible and pushed it under my favorite chair. It’s in a box somewhere now, destined for England.

I don’t need the guilt, man!

How did Olson bite it, and why?

She was on one of the September 11 flights. The one that went down in the field in Pennsylvania. She was on a cellphone a lot of that time; I gather that’s one reason we know as much about what happened as we do.

Her husband is Ted Olson, who’s sometimes mentioned for AG or even the Supremes.

I don’t pay attention to American politics books (unless written by some of my favorite authors). I tend to focus on books on Islamism or by Islamists.

I want to know who my enemies are.

That said, what is depressing is that there is much info out there and yet so much ignorance. (Then again, the Islamists have done a good job of discrediting many authors who write exposes of Islamism. Which just makes it even more depressing.)

Okay, I’ve just typed some variation of “piss” three times in two posts (or four times in three posts, if you count this one).

I bet that’s because you are pissed right now. In the British sense.

Man, I just realized that you’re going to have to relearn all your slang. I hope you don’t wear a fanny pack.

steve_in_hb told a story once about a British & American couple he knew. They were about to go out with some of the (British) guy’s buddies, and the (American) girl came out of the bedroom wearing a short skirt and said, “I didn’t feel like wearing pants. Is this okay?” The guy responded, “You damn well WILL wear pants! Get back in there and put some on!” Bemused, she decided it wasn’t worth fighting about and went back to change.

When she came out a few minutes later wearing jeans, he was surprised and asked what happened to her skirt.

Oh, dear me yes, Mrs P. Uncle B and I have tripped over minor slang differences many, many times. I would, however, pay good American dollars to listen to him read a shopping list. Or plot to take over the world. Either way. Nice accent.

Even if he does render “boogie” as “bew-gee.”

I tend to focus on books on Islamism or by Islamists.

I want to know who my enemies are.

Thing is, the enemies within are lining their pockets with islamist money. Hillary’s personal assistant is Saudi born and bred. Bubba cleared the way for Kosovo. For starters…

Barbara Olson died just two days before her book, ‘The Final Days – The Last, Desperate Abuses of Power by the Clinton White House’ was to be printed. Her husband made sure it happened.
I have no doubt Hillary was secretly delighted at the fate that befell Mrs. Olson.

Thanks, all. I didn’t have a clue.

Stop bursting my bubble with reality, pnb. In other words: Touché; I stand corrected.

Your Grace: Would Uncle B mind if you put up a short audio of him? I’m curious as to how he sounds. But if he would mind, no problem. Some British accents I find most delightful. A New Zealander accent is also wonderful. (Not so much the Australian accent. There is a discernable difference.) White South African is also nice.

South Asians sound stupid.

Er, that racist Anonymous was me.

I have threatened to intercept our late-night, drunken Skype ramblings and cut them into a podcast, Musli. If “the Glenn and Helen Show” why not “the Badger and Weasel Show”?

It’s all good until we start singing…

The really important issue – the thing that is paramount in my mind – is, how does Badger sound when he says, “And now for something completely different.”

…and I see you’ve been doing a bit of the ol’ wee-hour blogging, Weaz. Sorry.

Do they call it the Wee hours because that’s when lots of folks get up to wee? I know I do…

Indeed. And once I’ve wee’d, my sleeping is done. Thank goodness I don’t have a prostate.

I had a pretty good night, though. I biffed my bedframe yesterday. I should’ve done it twenty years ago. The headboard was busted and the rails weren’t right, so I knew I wouldn’t be taking it with me. I broke it down and took it out to the garage and slept with the mattress and box spring on the floor (but not yet in the basement).

Best night in my own bed for years!

Yeah, let’s hear B’s voice. Being a southerner (as far as I can tell), it’ll either be Received Pronunciation (like the Queen) or Cockney. So,’Good day, my name is Badger, what? How dyoo doo?’ or ‘Gor blimey guvner, I’m orf for a dig in the grave and then I’m orf for a Ruby, you slaaag!’
I, on the other hand am a dirty notherner, so it’s all, ‘Ee by gum, t’canary fookin’ died in t’pit the smornin’. Wet bastard.’
By the way, did anyone see the BBC’s ‘fair and balanced’ coverage of Castro stepping down? Incredible. The ‘great leader’ managed to outlast nine US presidents (gee – I wonder how he managed that), and they mitigated their falling over themselves to kiss Castro’s ass by interviewing some Cubans in Miami who fled Castro’s regime and telling us that, basically they fled Cuba because of Bush or something.

I’m not sure which accent is which, but I know which British accent I like best: the one that Smee (Hook’s aide) does in the movie Hook. Is that one Cockney?

I really liked Smee…

Well Gibby, one of our own media darlings referred to the bastard as a ‘dashing revolutionary’. I wonder if another revolution occurred down there and they let in the numnuts of the media to look at the conditions of the place, what would they say? The mind boggles.

Speaking of accents, I enjoy them muchly. Especially the Brits, Scots, and southern US. Myself, I’m a midwestern redneck. I don’t have one.

I don’t really have an accent/dialect/whatever. You’d know I was from Britain by listening to me talk (and that I have serious psychological problems), but it’s sort of neutral otherwise.

I like the southern US accent very much too. It makes men tough and women sexy. They call it a ‘drawl’ which sounds like it’s meant to be a pejorative, and so is unfair.

I don’t think I’ve seen the movie Hook McG. Robin William’s hair-covered arms are like a red rag to a bull for me, so it’s safer not to watch it.

The nuttiest thing, to me, about his whole Castro thing – apart from the fact that he’s still alive – is that all of the liberals are blaming Cuba’s shitholery on the US, rather than it being a communist dicatorship.

By the way, I’ve noticed Mike Huckabee is still in the Presidential race. Do you think it has something to do with Chuck Norris not allowing him to drop out? Has Chuck threatened to grab an Uzi in each hand, wear some tight jeans a shirt (slightly torn at the top) and go and gun down a shitload of people if Huckabee drops out? I think so.

Ooooooh. I’m listening to Nick Fosteras of Tate and Lyle. He lives in London but works in IL. English accent! Gentle English, not extremely obvious. So nice.

I’m at some boring conference. Feh. I’m leaving after lunch. Began at 7 am, will end around 7 pm. I reached here around 10. I’d like to see what food they have.

And there’s a guy here who confuses me greatly. Is he gay? Metrosexual? Emo? (If the last, isn’t he a bit old to affect an emo look? He’s in his mid twenties.)

Men: dress like men with manly style. Otherwise you drive me crazy with confusion and I’m not going to come up to you and ask, “Why you dressed like gay?”

Is he gay? Metrosexual? Emo?

What’s the difference?

Musli, I admire your style. Roll in three hours late, leave seven hours early. Don’t forget to fill your pockets with as much food as you can.

Easy way to tell an Emo: ask him, “What’s your problem?”

If he’s an Emo – he’ll tell you.

Muslihoon – if you’re at a conference then you have limitless opportunities to have fun!

1) Get something gooey from the buffet and put it in the pocket of a jacket thrown over a chair – that one right over there to your left for instance.
2) Play “take the seat” by reading someone’s nametag – going outside and having him paged, and then go in and take his chair.
3) If your with a group, have one of them paged repeatedly throughout the day.
4) If there is a bachelor in your group, have the hotel bring him messages that his/her spouse called.
If you can get access to someone’s room – call the Desk and leave a wakeup call – for 5AM.

Easy way to tell an Emo: ask him, “What’s your problem?”

ROFL
I am tempted to post the picture of the gay/emo I have butted heads with. Don’t have to ask him if he has a problem. It is obvious.

Bahh…just got an amazon update that my Reagan Diaries won’t be here for another 2 weeks. Did you get yours weasel?

Also ordered me some Rudyard Kipling and ‘Who Killed Homer?’.

Not yet. I’m hoping it’ll be there when I get home. I always order from Buy it Used (or, as Uncle B calls it, Born Again), so the speed varies depending on the conscientiousness of the seller. They’re usually pretty good, though.

Courtesy of a link Her Grace gave us a few days ago:
A P.S.A.

We all have heard of people talking about so-called “towel heads”. This is quite insensitive; it is also wrong.

You see, what they wrap around their heads is not a towel but, rather, more like a little sheet.

And so let us not be insensitive and call them “towel heads”. Let us be sensitive indeed and instead call them “little sheet heads”.

Thank you.

They are here, too! I ordered a copy of Smetana’s Ma Vlast from someone via Born again on, um, Sunday. It was here first thing Tuesday morning.

(Kubelik and the Boston, in case anyone out there cares. It’s rather good – quite a ‘silky’ sound.)

Ah, and it’s ‘rag heads’ in the UK.

Though I think I prefer sheet heads, Muslihoon!

Oh, and one more thing. There’s a total eclipse of the Moon tomorrow morning at around 3 am GMT. Not sure if it will be visible from the colonies, but if it is, it could be quite impressive.

That’s if you like red moons, of course.

I stand corrected, Musli. It’ll be Sheet-Headed Ones – or just sheetheads – from now on.

But you have to admit – some look like they’re wearing a whole week’s dirty laundry.

I was getting worried about you, Musli. I figured you’d gotten caught with your hand in someone’s jacket pocket with something squishy.

Um, there’s an article about the eclipse over at Breitbart’s here:

http://www.breitbart.com/article.php?id=080218195400.xhq81wua&show_article=1

It’ll be at about 9:01PM CT tonight here in the States.

Make that:

http://www.breitbart.com/article.php?id=080218195400.xhq81wua&show_article=1&image=large

I give up.

I made it out the conference. Food was okay. I had a more pressing matter to attend to anyay: my doggie! Had to take him out, let him pee and poo, and give him lunch. Now I’m at the office avoiding calls (because bosses are out and I’m at the conference).

Why is it called “Born Again”?

Ahhh sheetheads…a more psychotic version of our Klansmen.

I hope the sky is clear tonight McGoo. Supposed to get some wintery junk blowing through supposedly tomorrow morning.

It isn’t, Musli. Uncle B ain’t all there, if you know what I mean.

McGoo, the URL worked fine for me.

And YES! My copy of the Reagan Diaries came.

I am ever-hopeful, PnB, but I suspect all is for naught.

However, if I can stand the cold, I may sit outside ’bout 9PM and see if the “redness” bleeds through the clouds. This one could be a good one. And its the last “total” for 2-3 years, I think.

It worked once out of 5-6 tries for me. Kind of a long one – yes? Sorry to clutter up your blog with it.

What is this Reagan book, and why should I get on line right now and order it? Can’t I get it at Borders?

Nah, your huge, throbbing URLs don’t bother me.

Apparently, Reagan kept a diary every day of his presidency, except when he was in the hospital. This is an edited down version.

It’s not absorbing reading in some ways — lots of little snippets and he wrote in abbreviations — but it’s kind of an “eyewitness to history” thing, if you like that sort of thing.

Just a few pages in, and somebody told Reagan an Irishman in Nevada didn’t believe he actually knew the Shooting of Dan McGrew, so Reagan called him up and — after some difficulty convincing the man he was who he said he was — recited it for him.

That kind of thing.

Can it not be bought at Borders or B&N? I’m into instant gratification, y’know.

Thanks for the “Born Again” explanation, Your Grace.

Would The Reagan Diaries warm the cockles of the heart of a neo-con such as myself?

I don’t know where it’s available. It’s not a book for a rainy day and a warm fireside: too choppy and disconnected. It would be — O, forgive me, Zombie Reagan — the perfect bathroom book.

Pace wise.

McGoo: a bookstore may have it. At least at bn.com, you can check store availability. Not so with Borders.

Found it on Amazon. Guess it’s coming out tomorrow. Sigh. And I was just at the bookstore this weekend. Better make a list…I’ll look for it.

I think Zombie Reagan would be proud to be a bathroom book – so long as it was a ‘Merican bathroom!

Actually, for Borders you have to go to http://www.bordersstores.com/. You have select stores whose inventories you want to search, then search for the item you want.

However, if I can stand the cold, I may sit outside ’bout 9PM and see if the “redness” bleeds through the clouds.

If it is pretty clear, I will be out looking too. I will wave in your general direction.
A few years back when we had that outstanding meteor shower, I woke up bean #2 at 5am, and we stood together on the deck to watch (she was studying planets/universe at the time). It was a good show.

Wait, I show it was published in May of 2007. Is there another edition y’all are talking about?

A group of us Mormon college kids bottled up some hot chocolate in thermoses and went to a state park way out in the middle of nowhere to watch falling stars (a meteor shower?). As we were leaving, a park ranger caught us and told us to stop. Evidently, the park was closed and we were trespassing on government land. Oooooh, how daring and criminal we Mormon kids are! Drinking hot chocolate and watching stars!

BTW, they’re coming out with an unabridged version of Reagan Diaries in October this year.

McGoo must be looking at a newer edition. Mine’s old enough to be on Born Again.

We used to take beer out to the uncompleted housing development to watch meteor showers. The Pleides is the best.

That might have been the Leonid’s (sp?), PnB. Hey! We were lookin’ at the same patch of sky at the same time.

We were meant to be!

Naw – you guys! Its just me – McGoo – getting confused again. The book isn’t new. I just hadn’t noticed it before. My boo-boo.

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