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I for one welcome our New Jersey overlord

Breathe. Breathe. Pause. Read.

New Jersey Gov. Chris Christie told Kentucky Republicans on Saturday that President Barack Obama was “posing and preening” instead of working to resolve pressing issues facing the country.

“He is the most ill-prepared person to assume the presidency in my lifetime,” Christie told some 600 Kentucky Republicans at a Lexington hotel. “This is a guy who literally is walking around in a dark room trying to find the light switch of leadership.”


George Washington Bridge lane closures


She lived. She loved. We called her ‘Karen.’

It begins…

Karen Handel was born in Washington, D.C. and grew up in Upper Marlboro, Maryland. After graduating in May 1980 from Frederick Douglass High School in Upper Marlboro, Handel attended both Prince George’s Community College and The University of Maryland but did not complete any degree. She then went to work for Hallmark Cards.

…with the teen’s college cruising and boozing, followed by not graduating, school is hard, and a glancing off the greeting card industry, then an internship with the Marilyn (wife of Dan) Quayle brain collective, followed by a subtle shirking at the Land’s End Peat Marwick, and then an ascension to the Greater Fulton County Chamber of Commerce, the proactive non-profit business advocacy and community development organization (with three principal objectives) who tasked her with running the whole shebang entire operation next big thing, where her only/best/most trusted employee embezzled every last nickel of the organization’s finances leaving Karen and Georgia’s job creators asscrack-on-the-tracks down at the county line, feeding the crows.

Remember the Susan G. Komen Breast Cancer Foundation?

But three sources with direct knowledge of the Komen decision-making process told me that the rule was adopted in order to create an excuse to cut off Planned Parenthood. (Komen gives out grants to roughly 2,000 organizations, and the new “no investigations” rule applies to only one so far.) The decision to create a rule that would cut funding to Planned Parenthood, according to these sources, was driven by the organization’s new senior vice president for public policy, Karen Handel, a former gubernatorial candidate from Georgia who is staunchly anti-abortion and who has said that since she is “pro-life, I do not support the mission of Planned Parenthood.”

She does not support Planned Parenthood. Then well done, Karen, please take a bow:

In the 24 hours after the news broke, Planned Parenthood received more than $400,000 from 6,000 donors, followed by pledges of a $250,000 matching grant from New York Mayor Michael Bloomberg and a $250,000 gift from a foundation run by the CEO of Bonanza Oil Co. in Dallas to replace the lost funding.

Four days later, Komen’s Board of Directors reversed the decision and announced that it would amend the policy to “make clear that disqualifying investigations must be criminal and conclusive in nature and not political”. Several top-level staff members resigned from Komen during the controversy. In August, Brinker announced she would leave her CEO role. The number of participants at various Komen fundraising events dropped 15-30% in 2012, compared to the previous year. It is unclear whether this was because of the initial decision to defund Planned Parenthood or the reversal. Karen Handel, the Republican Brinker protégé whose opposition to abortion was at the center of the Planned Parenthood controversy, resigned and has published a book on the controversy titled Planned Bullyhood.

Well friends. I’m sure she was only doing what she thought was best for the Komen Foundation.

Former Georgia Secretary of State Karen Handel announced her campaign for Senate on Friday morning, as the state’s Republican convention was set to kick off in Athens . .

Handel is the fourth Republican to enter the race for the seat of retiring GOP Sen. Saxby Chambliss. Notably, she is also the first woman and first candidate who is not a member of Congress. GOP Reps. Paul Broun, Phil Gingrey and Jack Kingston are running.

Say. Do you think her opponents will accuse her of playing banker to America’s abortion factory?

The [2010] primary campaign was particularly heated, and Karen Handel’s past membership in the gay rights group Log Cabin Republicans became an issue. When [Nathan] Deal used her membership against her, Handel denied that she had ever been a member of the group, which was an important and influential constituency when she was a commissioner. An investigation by the Atlanta Journal-Constitution confirmed that she was on the Log Cabin Republican’s membership rolls in 2003 and 2004, and that she had signed a questionnaire affirming her support for domestic partnership benefits. Politifact rated her denial a “Pants on Fire” lie.

Ah, life is a roller coaster. In a shoulder-padded brocade jacket.


Blow his campaign to smithereens

The Sacramento Bee’s Jack Ohman.

Poor Governor R. Boom:

While I will always welcome healthy policy debate, I won’t stand for someone mocking the tragic deaths of my fellow Texans and our fellow Americans.

The cartoonist:

I’m defending this one because I think that when you have a politician traveling across the country selling a state with low regulatory capacity, that politician also has to be accountable for what happens when that lack of regulation proves to be fatal.

That’s exponentially more offensive to me.

The incineration of those poor West Texas folks should relegate Perry to the depths of political revulsion. A governor with a shred of courage should have by now admitted that it was criminal to put a fertilizer plant next to houses. And, too, that the person who responded to the state’s safety concerns with a chuckle knowing a half million pounds of ammonium nitrate sat nearby deserves a prison cell.

Instead, the coward will stand tall on the victims’ graves and wave to gullible crowds while he runs for President in 2016. Sic semper horizon.


Goodell clowning NFL football with non-union refs

This is bad:

So the Packers ‘lost’ a game they won. Via Deadspin, Minnesota punter Chris Kluwe:

As a player, as someone whose paycheck relies on the fans’ interest and their consumption of this game, I’m asking you to do what’s best for the NFL and get the regular refs back on the field. It may sting your pride, and that of the owners who employ you, but at the end of the day this is a business, and a very successful one at that. I’m asking you: Please don’t risk alienating your customers over something that should never have been an issue in the first place. Bring the regular refs back before it gets even worse.

How bad is it? The Lingerie Football League blasted their dumb cousin, the NFL:

Because of the LFL’s perception it is that much more critical for us to hire officiating crews that are competent, not only for the credibility of our game but to keep our athletes safer. Due to several on-field incompetent officiating we chose to part ways with with a couple crews which apparently are now officiating in the NFL. We have a lot of respect for our officials but we felt the officiating was not in line with our expectations.

We have not made public comment to date because we felt it was not our place to do so. However in light of tonight’s event, we felt it was only fair that NFL fans knew the truth as to who are officiating these games.

All because the richest sports league on planet Earth simply cannot stand to have their referees collect a normal pension upon retirement. If they won’t give that up and take the league’s far poorer 401K plan, then football, the game, can go to hell. And so it has.

ADD: Look who’s supporting the union refs:

The holy union-slayer, Governor Scott Walker. The nerve of some people.


Please be Charlie to stop kissing Porky the Pig

Former Governor Charlie Crist may have retired from public life, but he’s stayed busy:

10 News has learned of allegations of homosexual affairs, a governor trying to kiss another man, and drunken escapades by former Governor Charlie Crist. . .

The allegations come from Damon Chase, Jim Greer’s attorney. Chase told John Morgan of Morgan and Morgan where Charlie Crist works, that if [sic] had to depose the former Governor, Crist would be embarrassed by the following issues:

The former FL GOP chair Greer was arrested in 2010 on a number of charges. He’s about to go to trial, and he’s angry at everybody, Crist especially.

– Charlie Crist is a homosexual and had homosexual relationships with at least two men who were paid to leave the state to avoid embarrassing then Governor Crist.

– Charlie Crist attempted to kiss Greer at a hotel in Beverly Hills, California.

– Governor Crist had drunken escapades and his security detail had to cover for him.

– Charlie Crist attempted to run over people while he was intoxicated and operating a golf cart.

Charlie Crist stole my heart. Charlie Crist invaded Poland.

In addition, Morgan said if the former Governor were a homosexual he would have to be a ‘sick s.o.b. to try to kiss Porky the Pig’ which was a reference to Greer.

And Morgan would know, somehow. Here’s the lovable cartoon pig:


Governor Scott Walker fathered out-of-wedlock child, wanted to abort it

Wisconsin Citizens Media Co-op reports:

Wisconsin Governor Scott Walker, Tuesday afternoon’s recall target, goggle-eyed homunculus hired by Koch Industries to manage its midwest subsidiary formerly known as the state of Wisconsin®, isn’t what he appears to be?

Self-banging Tea Party skank. Dedicated enemy of the working stiff. Assassin for the national big-business bully brigade. Point man for the cradle-to-grave poverty interests. A whopping butthole too, along with all that, but not the Jeezus-trembler he’d have us believe.

No, if true, Scott Walker isn’t the man of steadfast principles and moral steel he’s been imitating on the TV, before the voters, around the polling stations. He’s your extra sonuvabitch. A “You’re pregnant so what’s that got to do with me?” kind of guy.

Bernadette Gillick was a college freshman in 1988 when she first met Scott Walker. It was spring semester, and she had just transferred to Marquette University. She was assigned a room in O’Donnell Hall (then a women’s dormitory), which she shared with her new roommate, Ruth (not her real name). Ruth was dating Scott Walker, who was 20 at the time, and, according to Bernadette, Ruth was deeply in love with him.

Midway through that spring semester, Bernadette alleges, Ruth found out she was pregnant. She informed her boyfriend, Scott, and initially he was supportive. That support changed to callous indifference for his girlfriend’s predicament after Scott informed his parents of the pregnancy.

Bernadette reports that at this point Scott began denying that he was the father of the baby, and when Ruth said she was considering an abortion, he claimed he didn’t care, as he wasn’t the father anyway . .


“Walker has stated that he is ‘100% pro-life’ and that he believes life should be protected from conception to natural death. He opposes abortion in all circumstances, including in cases of rape, incest, or to protect the life of the mother. He supports abstinence-only sex education in the public schools, and opposes state supported clinical services that provide birth control and testing and treatment of sexually transmitted diseases to teens under the age of 18 without parental consent. He supports the right of pharmacists to refuse to fill prescriptions for contraceptives on religious or moral grounds . . ”

“I supported her as he went from encouraging her to get an abortion, to telling me it was in my best interest to keep my mouth shut, to denying that he was the father and having his own mother call her and tell her to stop erroneously accusing her son of paternity,” Bernadette recounts.

It was a “horrible time” for her friend. “Imagine her being 18 years old and pregnant, walking around Marquette’s Jesuit Catholic campus with her boyfriend denying he was the father,” says Bernadette. . .

After consulting with her family, Ruth decided against an abortion. Bernadette was with Ruth in the hospital for the birth of her child later that year (and says Walker was not present), and later stood up as a bridesmaid in Ruth’s 1992 marriage to another man. She says Walker eventually had to concede that he was the father, after the birth and paternity test.

. . so if having a nasty turd for your governor makes Wisconsin any much better, vote for Scottie. If not, recall the bastard.

UPDATE: Latest says the whole story is wrong, that the father was another Scott Walker at Marquette. Well, if this is case, I sincerely apologize to the sonuvabitch. By the way, if having a nasty turd for your governor makes Wisconsin any much better, vote for Scottie. If not, recall the bastard.

UPDATE II: Okay, it wasn’t the other Scott Walker. So who was it? Gillick stands by her assertion:

According to Dr. Gillick’s attorney, Michael Fargione, who was present for an interview of Dr. Gillick conducted by Dave Umhoefer from the Milwaukee Journal Sentinel last week, he asked Dr. Gillick, “How do you know it was this Scott Walker?” She told him she had multiple conversations with him because her roommate was dating him. She exchanged words with him directly and in person after, as she alleges, he turned on her roommate once she notified him of her pregnancy and became unsupportive of her. “There is no mistake that it’s him,” she said.

So the only one denying it is the child’s mother. Who may have never told the child who her/his real father was, understandably. It’s currently the big story in politics, and the Governor remains stone silent, two days before the recall. Hmm. Tick-tock tick-tock . .


Wisc. Lt. Gov. Rebecca Kleefisch is not, nothing like, in no way, a whore

The political partner of Wisconsin Governor Scott Walker, Lt. Governor Rebecca Kleefisch, takes to her blog. She means to warn the good and righteous citizenry of an impending moral hazard. There’s a slavering political whore loose amongst us, she says. You might cover the kids’ eyes, closet your husbands, and batten down the marital aids. Here comes the Democratic recall challenger to Walker, Kathleen Falk:

” . . you would think she might rely on her own record or values or grassroots support to propel her in her desperate race for progressive recall glory. But instead of pulling out the greatest hits of her own resume, or digging into a reserve of grit and resilience, instead of building a campaign around her own ideas, Kathleen got a sugar daddy.”

I can’t recall a political attack quite like this one. Kathleen spends her free time on her back pleasing some rich jerk? Very classy, Rebecca.

“The big unions got together and decided that, if Kathleen promised to veto a budget that didn’t bring back expensive union entitlements, they’d give her their money and endorsements. She exchanged her political promise for money and influence. It is scandalous, and it reeks of the dependent, fragile woman leaning on a big, strong arm . . “

She’s banging the labor unions? Is that what you’re saying? Admirably despicable gender politics, woman. You’re so very far above a rival female politician who plays straight-up politics. You’re the type to bat your eyes and pretend that politics is the furthest thing from your mind. Next thing the voters know, their watches and wallets are missing. The creepy one-handed hotel clerk is banging on the door, but you’re already in the shower at the YWCA. Aren’t you the wholesome one?

“Hi voters. My name is Rebecca. I’m just your average person, of no import or significance, here with a humble message. Did you know that representative politics is dangerous and destructive? That’s right, it’s very awful and horrible. Why? Because when you choose to recall somebody, like our Governor, your signatures strangle all the bunnies and kitties across Wisconsin. Is that what you’re about? Murder? Maiming? Democracy?”

“I didn’t think so. Please, think of the children, and the ponies. Don’t you feel better now? I know I do. This has been Rebecca Not-the-Lieutenant-Governor-who’s-also-currently-being-recalled.”

BTW, Becky: If you want to avoid looking like a shameless woman who peddles lurid trash in order to pick the voters’ pockets, you could go easier on the makeup. Sheesh.


Republican government pushes you on your back, shoves a probe in you and cranks up the electricity

What was Winston Smith’s crime? Having sex with Julia. Falling in love with Julia.

O’Brien picked up the cage, and, as he did so, pressed something in it. There was a sharp click. Winston made a frantic effort to tear himself loose from the chair. It was hopeless; every part of him, even his head, was held immovably. O’Brien moved the cage nearer. It was less than a metre from Winston’s face.

“I have pressed the first lever,” said O’Brien. “You understand the construction of this cage. The mask will fit over your head, leaving no exit. When I press this other lever, the door of the cage will slide up. These starving brutes will shoot out of it like bullets.”

Rats. Remember that? Now consider the legislation about to be signed into law by the governor of Virginia. Imagine what Big Brother will soon force upon many panicked and love-struck women:

The Virginia legislature has passed a bill that will force women seeking an abortion to undergo a medically unnecessary transvaginal ultrasound. The mandated procedure requires that a woman’s vagina be distended with a speculum and that a probe be inserted into the vagina and manipulated around so as to produce a high-resolution picture of the uterus and surrounding organs — once again, for no medically sound reason. Governor Bob McDonnell has said that he will sign the bill.

See the Virginia government:

Rats on your face. How about a rat in your ass?


This is the real Mitt Romney? Really?

Boston Globe political writers Michael Kranish and Scott Helman dug into the mystery that is Mitt Romney, and the result is their new book The Real Romney. Covering his spiritual leadership as a bishop within the Mormon Church, his days at Bain Capital where he went from business investor to jillionaire carcass picker, and his years as Massachusetts Governorship, the book’s sure to be an interesting read. A distillation of some of it is currently featured in Vanity Fair, and my reaction to it is: Really? Our Mitt Romney? I’m so surprised.

Even from the earliest, people remember Mitt as privileged and aloof. Son of George Romney, the president of American Motors, Governor of Michigan and confidante of Richard Nixon, Willard was confident, square and a citizen-king in his own bubble. Nothing and nobody seemed capable of getting near the progeny Romney. Except his wife, of course, who needs to pee right now so pull over, mister. Yes dear.

More surprising than his demeanor is the way he may have treated his own people, his Mormon charges. He’s not all that friendly or compassionate with his closest friends and neighbors. Especially when they’re women.

1983, Peggie Hayes was a struggling mother of one, devout Mormon and pregnant with her second child. She was also a good friend of Bishop Mitt Romney.

Then Romney called Hayes one winter day and said he wanted to come over and talk. He arrived at her apartment in Somerville, a dense, largely working-class city just north of Boston. They chitchatted for a few minutes. Then Romney said something about the church’s adoption agency. Hayes initially thought she must have misunderstood. But Romney’s intent became apparent: he was urging her to give up her soon-to-be-born son for adoption, saying that was what the church wanted.

Peggie couldn’t believe Mitt would ask this of her.

She told him she would never surrender her child . . “And then he says, ‘Well, this is what the church wants you to do, and if you don’t, then you could be excommunicated for failing to follow the leadership of the church,’ ” Hayes recalled. It was a serious threat. At that point Hayes still valued her place within the Mormon Church. “This is not playing around,” she said. “This is not like ‘You don’t get to take Communion.’ This is like ‘You will not be saved. You will never see the face of God.’ ”

Our Romney would do this? Gosh. He says it didn’t happen. Peggie says when Mitt later pulled another d*ck move, that’s when she’d had enough. Peggie left. Just imagine: snotty Mitt driving people out of his church because they weren’t good enough for him.

More: a married woman with five children got accidentally pregnant. She couldn’t handle another child but knew she wasn’t likely to get a church dispensation for abortion absent an emergency. Then she developed a dangerous blood clot in her pelvis. Two months pregnant, lying in a hospital bed, she got a surprise visit from the Bishop.

He told her about his nephew who had Down syndrome and what a blessing it had turned out to be for their family. “As your bishop,” she said he told her, “my concern is with the child.” The woman wrote, “Here I—a baptized, endowed, dedicated worker, and tithe-payer in the church—lay helpless, hurt, and frightened, trying to maintain my psychological equilibrium, and his concern was for the eight-week possibility in my uterus—not for me!”

Geez Willard.

The woman told Romney, she wrote, that her stake president, a doctor, had already told her, “Of course, you should have this abortion and then recover from the blood clot and take care of the healthy children you already have.” Romney, she said, fired back, “I don’t believe you. He wouldn’t say that. I’m going to call him.” And then he left. The woman said that she went on to have the abortion and never regretted it. “What I do feel bad about,” she wrote, “is that at a time when I would have appreciated nurturing and support from spiritual leaders and friends, I got judgment, criticism, prejudicial advice, and rejection.”

Judgment, criticism, and rejection? From our Mitt? Hard to believe. Especially when you remember how Gov. Mitt Romney was so thoroughly pro-choice a couple years or months or hours ago. It’s a mystery how the Romney so personally rigid ended up being a politician so flexible. Practically rubber.

Anyway, the people who knew the Massachusetts Governor personally said more of what you’d expect. Mittens was uptight, remote and mechanical.

. . a Democratic lawmaker recalls, “You remember Richard Nixon and the imperial presidency? Well, this was the imperial governor.” There were the ropes that often curtailed access to Romney and his chambers. The elevator settings restricted access to his office. The tape on the floor told people exactly where to stand during events. This was the controlled environment that Romney created. His orbit was his own. “We always would talk about how, among the legislators, he had no idea what our names were—none,” the lawmaker said, “because he was so far removed from the day-to-day operations of state government.”

. . but the public Romney championed gay rights and constructed a public healthcare system. Of course, that was the previous public version. Romney 3.0 opposes gay marriage, abortion and the minimal initiation of national healthcare. It’s a puzzle.

Or is it? You’ll have noticed that Mitt Romney, headstrong bishop and cocksure business tycoon, doesn’t resemble the Mitt Romney we know. The candidate is forever confusing everyone, changing his mind and leading from the invisible middle of the pack. He can’t get off a single sentence without several hems and haws. The comma is the only consistent part of his vocabulary. There may be a reason for that. That, too, might be a consistent part of his makeup:

“He was troubled when we didn’t invest fast enough; he was troubled when we made an investment,” said Bain partner Coleman Andrews . . Some partners suspected that Romney always had one eye on his political future. “I always wondered about Mitt, whether he was concerned about the blemishes from a business perspective or from a personal and political perspective,” one partner said years later. The partner concluded that it was the latter. Whereas most entrepreneurs accepted failure as an inherent part of the game, the partner said, Romney worried that a single flop would bring disgrace. Every calculation had to be made with care.

The real Mitt Romney may not be an amalgam of all these things. Instead, he might be one single thing: consumed by the desire to be president. He may have wanted it since the day he was born, and everything else has followed.

Unfortunately, he still doesn’t understand politics very well. He hasn’t been able to unlock the puzzle of satisfying political wants and needs without making mistakes. People have been slippery and unpredictable. They’re quite annoying.


Dennis Prager: Don’t taunt the fat “Blow Me” governor

Dennis Prager, National Review Online:

January 10, 2012
Leftism Makes You Meaner
They have to be cruel to say about us what they do.

“Only a fool believes that all those with whom he differs are bad people. Moreover, just about all of us live the reality — often within our own families — of knowing good and loving people with whom we strongly differ on political, religious, social, and economic issues.”

“That said, I have come to believe that the more committed one is to leftism, the more likely one is to become meaner.”

“Did I say ‘meaner’? That makes no sense — meaner than what? A kitty? A skunk? Remind me to correct that. But did you see where New Jersey governor Chris Christie responded to a protestor? He said, ‘You know – something may go down tonight, but it ain’t gonna be jobs, sweetheart.’ That was a typically kind and conservative thing to say. But look what he’s gotten in return: bloggers likening him to a killer whale or a Depression-era German airship. I imagine it won’t be long before a leftist says fellating Christie would be like bobbing for licorice in a hamhock barrel. Some liberal will suggest, when the sweetheart governor confronts protestors by dropping his shorts, a willing young man or woman ask ‘Could you open the flap, or a fold, or something?'”


Kathryn Jean Lopez: Nobody from New Jersey wants fellatio

Kathryn Jean Lopez, National Review’s The Corner:

January 9, 2012
Who’s Really Obsessed with Sex?

Slate deserves some kind of award for interpretive stretch in reporting that Chris Christie was talking fellatio on the campaign trail Sunday . .

I suspect he would have reacted the same way to a male protester. Call him a bully, guilty of Garden State chauvinism. But this is ridiculous.

“This is ridiculous. A New Jersey governor may tell anyone ‘You know – something may go down tonight, but it ain’t gonna be jobs, sweetheart,’ and it would hardly be a invitation to fellate him. It would be a playful jape, as in ‘You’re going down to defeat, my worthy friend, in this battle of wits.’ The gentleman would then expect a reply from you, sir. You’d say ‘I don’t swing that way, Bruce Vilanch,’ adding ‘Didn’t they try to land something like you at Lakehurst? Didn’t 97 people die?'”


Chris Christie, one whale of a classy guy

Governor Mister Future President:

January, 9, 2012
Chris Christie to Occupy protester: You’re going down, sweetheart

After Christie took the stage, protesters changed their message to “Christie kills jobs!”

“Really?” Christie sneered, walking towards the protesters in a menacing way. “You know – something may go down tonight, but it ain’t gonna be jobs, sweetheart.”

“Get it? You’re going to suck a penis – because you’re female. That’s right. I heard your voice and I looked in your direction and I told myself ‘It’s a woman. This will be easy.’ And I said ‘Go suck a cock.’ Funny, huh? Now if YOU had insulted me based solely upon my appearance, you know what you’d be? A bitch. If you said I’d be in Cape May tonight wearing a bib and going down on a dead humpback whale, because I’m fat, what a bitch you’d be. If you said that I’d look like an over-cranked weedeater in a pail of paint as I tore through a whalefull of gut blubber, my only want in life being to tear open its belly and pack my mouth with scrumptious half-digested lobster tails I’d say: ‘Here’s a nickel, bitch – go buy yourself some class.'”