This gem from PMQ's--in which The Iron Lady slays Labour--declaring 'they have no competence on money', and battling against any encroachment of the EU upon British sovereignity.
Her words were prophetic. Had she been heeded, we would not be witnessing Europe coming apart at the economic seams.
Where is her successor? Cameron is a failure and a fraud, and we need a strong Great Britain as never before.
Daniel Hannan, step forward. Please.
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Sunday, October 16, 2011
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
The Strauss-Kahn Rape Debacle And OS's Favorite Redneck Joke
He's cooling his heels in a private cell at Riker's Island, a bit more cramped quarters than he usually occupies while in New York.
Obviously, the briefcases of cash, the wire transfers, and gold deliveries necessary to spring him haven't arrived to the correct locations yet, somewhat further up the judicial and political food chain in New York, Albany, and Washington.
Wait for it, ya'll. It'll be an ankle bracelet, the apartment overlooking Central Park, and the law firms blackmailing and threatening the chambermaid's family out to the second cousins. And then, a few months of silence, followed by a meek 'Never mind'. Then to the Gulfstream, already warmed up on the tarmac. And life will go back to normal, with this story, already fading from view, taking its place in a trivia quiz.
Does it strike you as, well, somewhat terrifying that the man in charge of somehow keeping financial Europe held together with duct tape, chewing gum and baling wire, turns out to be someone who seems to lack even a modicum of sober judgment?
Does it also strike you as, well, unsettling that a large organization, run by a board of supposedly the best-and-brightest from across the world handed this man the reigns a few years ago? What if those guys really are the best and brightest amongst the leadership of government and business around the world? (That's even more scary, really...)
We really could possibly be in a shitload of trouble, ya'll!
Not much scares OS, really. But people like this clown, and Bill Clinton, Tony Blair, Gordon Brown, Jerry Brown, Zimbabwe Ben, Little Timmy, and The Beloved Leader all spike his blood pressure. It's not about their particular sexual appetites, or lack thereof, or their ideology--it's their astounding, brazen, cheerful lack of judgment. And the fact that people like them have the ability to pick up the phone and start wars, or collapse economies, or print gazillions of dollars, without telling anybody ahead of time. They really don't grasp that their folly really does get people killed, sometimes millions of people that they'll never meet. It's like the idea never crosses the intellectual horizon.
They remind OS of the object of an old and popular riddle:
Q. What are the final words of a redneck before he dies?
A. Hey, ya'll! Lookie here!
Obviously, the briefcases of cash, the wire transfers, and gold deliveries necessary to spring him haven't arrived to the correct locations yet, somewhat further up the judicial and political food chain in New York, Albany, and Washington.
Wait for it, ya'll. It'll be an ankle bracelet, the apartment overlooking Central Park, and the law firms blackmailing and threatening the chambermaid's family out to the second cousins. And then, a few months of silence, followed by a meek 'Never mind'. Then to the Gulfstream, already warmed up on the tarmac. And life will go back to normal, with this story, already fading from view, taking its place in a trivia quiz.
Does it strike you as, well, somewhat terrifying that the man in charge of somehow keeping financial Europe held together with duct tape, chewing gum and baling wire, turns out to be someone who seems to lack even a modicum of sober judgment?
Does it also strike you as, well, unsettling that a large organization, run by a board of supposedly the best-and-brightest from across the world handed this man the reigns a few years ago? What if those guys really are the best and brightest amongst the leadership of government and business around the world? (That's even more scary, really...)
We really could possibly be in a shitload of trouble, ya'll!
Not much scares OS, really. But people like this clown, and Bill Clinton, Tony Blair, Gordon Brown, Jerry Brown, Zimbabwe Ben, Little Timmy, and The Beloved Leader all spike his blood pressure. It's not about their particular sexual appetites, or lack thereof, or their ideology--it's their astounding, brazen, cheerful lack of judgment. And the fact that people like them have the ability to pick up the phone and start wars, or collapse economies, or print gazillions of dollars, without telling anybody ahead of time. They really don't grasp that their folly really does get people killed, sometimes millions of people that they'll never meet. It's like the idea never crosses the intellectual horizon.
They remind OS of the object of an old and popular riddle:
Q. What are the final words of a redneck before he dies?
A. Hey, ya'll! Lookie here!
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