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The sort of thing that gets 4000 cheers at Sparklepants dot com

America has become so horrible a place that Christians can’t tell fag jokes any more. Whatever do you mean, Mark Steyn? I mean that Bob Hope once told this bell-ringer:

“I’ve just flown in from California, where they’ve made homosexuality legal. I thought I’d get out before they make it compulsory.”

For Hope, this was an oddly profound gag…

But it’s no longer acceptable. Then there’s this:

Dean Martin and Frank Sinatra kept this one in the act for a quarter-century. On stage, Dino used to have a bit of business where he’d refill his tumbler and ask Frank, “How do you make a fruit cordial?” And Sinatra would respond, “I dunno. How do you make a fruit cordial?” And Dean would say, “Be nice to him.”

But they tell me it’s wrong. Now I see that you’re all giggling, how very surprising. Well I suppose this is as good a time as any, so here goes: The drunkards fornicators and homosexuals in America are bad. Call me crazy if you like, but it’s time that somebody at National Review said it.


Today in Mark Steyn blows a cockroach

You want to give people healthcare while China is still around?

The West’s rivals do not think like this . . The Daily Telegraph in London reported this week that the Chinese have just signed a deal to lease five percent of Ukraine (or an area about the size of Belgium) to grow crops and raise pigs on . . Beijing thinks the half-millennium blip of Euro-American dominance is coming to an end and the world is returning to its natural state of Chinese preeminence. The West assumes it can endure as a kind of upscale boutique unaffected by the changes beyond. Like, say, the frozen-yogurt shop at the Westgate mall in Nairobi — until last weekend.

Zing. Or like, say, a security brokerage in the World Trade Center. Hiyoooo…

China’s Ukraine deal may sound kinda wacky, but the People’s Republic consumes about 20 percent of the world’s food yet has (thanks to rapid industrialization) only 9 percent of its farmland. As Big Government solutions go, renting 5 percent of a sovereign nation to use as your vegetable garden and pig farm is a comparatively straightforward answer to the problem at hand. By contrast, try explaining American “health” “care” “reform” to the Chinese: You could rent the entire Ukraine for about 3 percent of the cost of Obamacare, and what does it solve?

Inflammation of the factoid? Fracture of the fib-you-lie? Death is a phantom menace, apparently. Meanwhile look at all those Chinese people eating succulent pork ribs. If that isn’t testament to the yellow horde’s supremacy, I don’t know what is.

Apropos of nothing, China spends around $340 billion annually on healthcare. The U.S. government’s expenditure on Obamacare in 2014 will skyrocket to about $110 billion. Remember when your second grade teacher warned you not to try to count to infinity? That’s how dumb Mark Steyn is.


Today in Mark Steyn blows a gerbil

Peggy Lee impersonator Mark Steyn:

A few years ago, after the publication of my book America Alone, an exasperated reader wrote to advise me to lighten up, on the grounds that “we’re rich enough to be stupid.” That’s to say, Western democracies and their citizens are the wealthiest societies ever known, and no matter how much of our energies are wasted on pointless hyper-regulation for the business class and multigenerational welfare for the dependency class and Transgender and Colonialism Studies for our glittering youth, we can afford it, and the central fact of our wealth will ensure that our fortunes do not change. Since the collapse of Lehman Brothers in 2008, we have been less rich, and our stupidity ought in theory to be less affordable. Instead, it’s been supersized. To take only the most obvious example, President Obama has added six-and-a-half trillion bucks to the national debt, and has nothing to show for it. As Churchill would say, had his bust not been bounced from the Oval Office, never in the field of human spending has so much been owed by so many for so little.

Recession? Hullo? Mark lives up his ass.


Mark Steyn sings GOLDFINGER!!!11!1

Warning. You do not want to get inside Mark Steyn’s head. Believe me. As if National Review writers don’t come with twisted personalities standard, he’s got his own special problems.

In American pop-culture terms, [Putin] is a faintly ridiculous figure, with his penchant for homoerotic shirtlessness, his nipples entering the room like an advance security team…

I’m trying to come up with a term for whatever this is. What do you call political arguments that all eventually end up at the crotch? Dongthink?

Goldie Hawn was in the crowd when Putin, for no apparent reason, sang “I found my thrill on Blueberry Hill,” which Goldie seemed to enjoy. In reality, Putin finds his thrill by grabbing Obama’s blueberries and squeezing hard.

Yep, he’s a dongpundit.

The late Milton Berle, when challenged on his rumored spectacular endowment, was wont to respond that he would only take out just enough to win. In London, Kerry took out just enough to lose.

Umm Porky? That makes no sense.

In the Obama era, to modify Teddy Roosevelt, America chatters unceasingly and carries an unbelievably small stick.

But it’s all piquant in light of Mark’s lifelong obsession with the theater. That’s right – the theatah.

In this, the wily Putin saw an opening, and offered a “plan” so absurd that even Obama’s court eunuchs in the media had difficulty swallowing it.

Oh master of the sex non-sequitur, you are a gratuitous ooze of musk. And though he’s Canadian Mark has done a righteous job of perfecting a ponce English accent. So let it out, bitch. Sing the theme from Goldfinger already, or something. Oh Christ he did:

Mark makes Noel Coward sound like Danzig. A real-life queer would never come off so womanly.


If you can’t beat them, you stink

The Supreme Court finally takes on gay marriage, and this makes for some excitement. But it’s not really all that. If I were gay, I imagine it would be a bigger deal. More of an event if I had any skin in the game, wink. But the case for legalization is air tight. As your one decent history teacher used to say, the arc of history bends toward justice. The outcome is a pretty sure thing. Without palpable tension in the third act, it’s not really much of a thriller.

If you’re one of the culture warriors, the whole thing’s different. There’s a sense of dread and reckoning all around. As every conservative is a Constitutional expert, flanked only by more brilliant legal minds to the right and left, they know the involvement of the Supreme Court is bad news. There the conceptual headwinds of ‘freedom’ and ‘equality’ run fast, and bigotry constructed as ‘traditional values’ won’t stand. Which is the long way ’round to say it’s all over. And the losers know it, poor things.

So this would be a good time to get in some parting shots.

In some sense, it doesn’t really matter how the Supreme Court rules on the gay marriage case it’s hearing today. The culture war is over on this front, and gay marriage has won.

Megan McArdle threw this punch early.

At this point, it’s just a matter of time. In some sense, the sexual revolution is over . . . and the forces of bourgeois repression have won.

You people just had to have your Marriage, didn’t you? Now you’re all dorks. Happy now?

You thought the fifties were conformist? Wait until all those fabulous “confirmed bachelors” and maiden schoolteachers are expected to ditch their cute little one-bedrooms and join the rest of America in whining about crab grass, HOA restrictions, and the outrageous fees that schools want to charge for overnight soccer trips.

Goodbye swingin’ nation. Is that Tailgunner Joe? You old dog (. . he’s the only one we bother to call ‘tailgunner’ any more.) Here I have a list of 57 Americans suspected of face-to-face relations in the shadows of America’s rest stops and bus stations. And how many of you pinkos will protest? Hmm? They say for the want of a nail, the shoe was lost. For the want of a pervert, the McArdle was lost, then left to her devices. And is it me, or is that Larry Craig one helluva dancer? Here’s Mark Steyn:

. . there are those who argue it’s a victory for the powerful undertow of bourgeois values over the surface ripples of sexual transgressiveness

*stentorian* . . In A World. Where boys kissed girls. And Wonder Bread didn’t hurt your heart. And hot arsenic meant fine tobacco — they did the unthinkable. They kissed boys. They were . . THE SURFRIPPLES OF SEXESSIVESSNESS. Oh. Really.

Gays will now be as drearily suburban as the rest of us. A couple of years back, I saw a picture in the paper of two chubby old queens tying the knot at City Hall in Vancouver, and the thought occurred that Western liberalism had finally succeeded in boring all the fun out of homosexuality.

Remember when the queens were reedy and attractive? Oh MAN Mark does. He thought about smooching one. But now with all their open-mouth chewing, and their legal whining, without the muscled butt-ripping and orgasmery, they’re not as handsome. God opens a window but he turns off a lamp, on the vanity. You’re no longer in Mark’s league fays.

Oh my what’s that thing called? Where your opponent beats you in the game and all you do is slag them? Not sour grapes, it’s something else. Let me know.


Then it occurs to me: Mark Steyn happens to be white

Is there anything that whines more gratingly than a Mark Steyn? He is the annoying power tool. You’d think the man had been bashed in a Rangoon prison or something, and now he’s wildly out of balance, chattering and over-heated. So disappointed. Thanks very much for the state of things. Not even the ants can manage properly, what a nauseating display. Then there’s you, could you be any dumber? (idiot.)

Mitt Romney lost the election. (jerks.) Can you believe how it happened? (Salvadorans.) What a stupendous country we’re living in, huh? (Mozambique.)

Tribal America

To an immigrant such as myself (not the undocumented kind, but documented up to the hilt, alas), one of the most striking features of election-night analysis was the lightly worn racial obsession. On Fox News, Democrat Kirsten Powers argued that Republicans needed to deal with the reality that America is becoming what she called a “brown country.” Her fellow Democrat Bob Beckel observed on several occasions that if the share of the “white vote” was held down below 73 percent Romney would lose.

As if these racial hugs weren’t bad enough. This was Fox News! Behaving like a melange artisan down at DeAundray’s Halal Shack. Good lord. But I’m no bigot, he whispered.

In the end, it was 72 percent and he did. Beckel’s assertion — that if you knew the ethnic composition of the electorate you also knew the result — turned out to be correct.

This is what less enlightened societies call tribalism . .

You’re Bushmen of the Kalahari, I tells ya. This is what clueless people do, lob ‘tribalism’ at things that disappoint. Not racist! The browns are predictable as fuck, and predictability is for insects. You ethnic-voted for the black fool so Romney lost. Take a bow or a rumba or whatever.

That same year America held an election, and Ronald Reagan won a landslide victory. Nobody talked about tribal-vote shares back then, but had the percentage of what Beckel calls the “white vote” been the same in 2012 as it was in 1980 (88 percent), Mitt Romney would have won in an even bigger landslide than Reagan.

Back when America was great, 88 percent of the voters were white and Ronald Reagan was king. Just saying! You get the point, though. White people vote for whites because of political intelligence, national identity and a none-too-disagreeable dash of élan. But now — have you seen California?

If one were informed that, say, the population of Nigeria had gone from 80 percent black in 1970 to 40 percent black today, one would suspect something rather odd and unnatural had been going on. Twenty years ago, Rwanda was about 14 percent Tutsi. Now it’s just under 10 percent. So it takes a bunch of Hutu butchers getting out their machetes and engaging in seven-figure genocide to lower the Tutsi population by a third. But, when the white population of California falls by half, that’s “natural,” just the way it is, one of those things, could happen to anyone.

White people are being harvested. It’s true! From the next few paragraphs: Habsburgs, Romanovs, Balkans, Western Hemisphere, Anglo-Celts, Hallmark Cinco de Mayo card, Latin American society, Jason DeParle, the aura of Central America, laundromats, money-transfer stores, jobless men, drink and sleep in the sun, no city government, little community. (utopia.)

Bleh bleh my final point: Or as Peggy Lee sang long ago in a lost land, “Mañana is soon enough for me.” And ‘Adios,’ suckers.


If Orpheus had a stick, Steyn would need a helmet

It’s bad enough that lumbering ginger bitch Mark Steyn pesters the internet with his whining. Today he’s crying about an Obama campaign graphic, btw. A flag! Bastards!

But can you believe he sings? Or tries to?

Mark Steyn is an international bestselling author, a Top 41 recording artist, and a leading Canadian human-rights activist . .

“Top 41?” There is no Top 41, Dino. Any more than there’s a “Billboard Hot 99.” Or a “Kapitol Records.” Larfs.

“A Marshmallow World,” his Christmas single with Jessica Martin, reached number seven on Amazon’s easy-listening bestsellers, and number 41 on Amazon’s main pop chart . .

Marshmallow World! Great fartz of schmaltz. On YouTube, there’s also a Sweet Gingerbread Man. I shit you not! Typing and giggling, it’s harder than it looks.

The man has no soul, so how does he carry a tune? He doesn’t. He can’t come close. Mark Steyn has the music in him, and your budgie is Don Giovanni. He’s flat as a Texas panhandle:

Woof woof. Looking good, too.


I am hip high with wingnuts

After National Review’s lumbering ginger bitch, Mark Steyn, wrote a pissy post about Sandra Fluke, I criticized him. Here he was:

. . she has concluded that the most urgent need facing the Brokest Nation in History is for someone else to pay for the contraception of 30-year-old children.

Sandra never “concluded” that. But this is about contraception, so she’s a child. Don’t you know anything about the national debt? That’s adult stuff.

Anyway, Steyn read the post —

. . and now I’ve got a thousand ginger twats saying I’m stupid.

Abortion and contraception are the only technology we have to manage pregnancy? The ONLY TECHNOLOGY we have to manage pregnancy?? We have no other sort of technology related to pregnancy at all in this world? So “managing” pregnancy means nothing but preventing or ending it?

Once you’re accidentally pregnant, the technologies are pretty lame. Don’t you think? There’s a morning-after pill, I suppose, but that’s cold homicide buddy.

Way to take something out of context. Mark’s point was that contraception is not the job of a federal government. If Sandra cannot afford the $4 pill then maybe should try the old tried and true “just say no” approach to birth control

Way to take something out of context. Sandra was talking about Georgetown’s healthcare plan. It costs students $1800 a year, but it won’t cover birth control. Even though it would likely save the plan money. Strange, don’t you think?

Back in days of yore they used that outdated model of keeping penises out of their vaginas but what is a middle aged student about to start a career in her mid-30′s supposed to do today?

Back then things were smarter. We used to lobotomize certain people. We used to drown others. We used to hang other others.

Your arguement is incoherent at best and again as other posters have mentioned proves the point that liberals want daddy government to protect and care for them cradle to grave.

Oh, youe . .

1.) “Please Mark instruct us. Tell us educated people what we should do with our lives.”

Now there’s irony for ya…

2.) “Tell us educated people”

Based on the quality of your writing and the coherency of your argument, I’m not sure “us” is an appropriate word choice there.

Subjectivists. Ouch my tuxedo ears. I could have pleased the crowd with a “we,” but then I’d be a fool. Wouldn’t I? This is so National Review, it’s pitch perfect.

The only coherent thought in this article is when she quotes Mark. I fear that this is written by another college uneducated 30 year old…

Hey! I’m a dood dammit.

First I must comment on how incoherent this commentary was. It made little sense, and the maligning of the English language indicates someone who learned English from rap albums. Second your point about contraception, well let’s jaunt over to the more enlightened Europe, where the evil white, christian( sorry too few of those), yuppies are barely reproducing at all, as in the case of the vampire sex is merely healthy excersise, and reproduction is strictly for the realm of the living.

Heeeeeee’s Mr. Coherent, doot-do-dooo. Yikes. Somebody call filmmaker Martin Excersise, there’s a Euro-vampire treatment he’s gotta read.

Steyn is addressing his comments to rational adults. That’s why you missing the point.

I not miss point! I get point! Very good point!

How far you’ve fallen if the greatness of a man is to be measured by his enemies.

You came all the way to my blog to say this. Telling. Anyway, thank you Steyn ye ginger bitch for sending me your dullards. This was entertaining graffiti. And now, some hot dogs.


Mark Steyn waving his toddler stick

Pity poor Mark Steyn, lumbering ginger bitch of National Review. He dislikes everybody. He can’t stand everything. You people, hot damn. Use your stupid brains.

Sandra Fluke has been blessed with a quarter-million dollars of elite education, and, on the evidence of Wednesday night, is entirely incapable of making a coherent argument. She has enjoyed the leisurely decade-long varsity once reserved for the minor sons of Mitteleuropean grand dukes, and she has concluded that the most urgent need facing the Brokest Nation in History is for someone else to pay for the contraception of 30-year-old children.

What a pucky diatribe. Thesis: you Sandras are lame. How so? Ladies and children, who thinks about these? Princes. Belgians. Cat people. Women.

Don’t the tough guys grow pale when it matters. A pregnancy is a deadly serious thing. Other than abortion, which is a mechanical intervention, contraception is the only technology we have to manage it. How can I overemphasize the importance of contraception to a healthy society? To any society?

Please Mark instruct us. Tell us educated people what we should do with our lives. Tell us children what to do after we’ve given up managing the reproduction of the human race. Go to war. Stab somebody in the eye. Launch rocket bombs. Or should we marry you? Should we all quit our jobs and birth your musclehead rats?


How National Review hates the Olympics and its foreigners

Dyspeptic camel or lonely, heartbroken man? You tell me. Remember that he works for Bill Buckley’s propaganda mill, if that helps. Mark Steyn flashes the same winning charm that illuminates the National Review. You should see what he thinks of the Summer Olympics. And London. And foreigners, and people everywhere, in general.

In 21st-century London, traffic moves at fewer miles per hour than it did before the internal-combustion engine was invented without the added complication of fleets of Third World thug bureaucrats and the permanent floating crap game of transnationalist freeloaders being dumped on its medieval street plan.

Translation: I hate you.

Nevertheless, having drawn the short straw of hosting the games, Londoners felt it a point of honor that the city be able to demonstrate the ability to ferry minor globalist hangers-on from their favorite whorehouse in Mayfair to the Olympic Village in the unfashionable East End in time for the quarter-finals of the flatwater taekwondo.

Roughly speaking: You suck.

The psychology of the traffic cop enters into the opening ceremony, too. One becomes inordinately fearful that the giant Middle Earth trash compactor will not arise on cue, or the dry-ice machine will fail to blow smoke up Voldemort’s skirt, or one of the massed ranks of top-hatted mutton-whiskered extras recreating the Industrial Revolution in hip-hop will miss a stomp.

Also, again: I can’t stand you. Why? Mark won’t say. He’s shy. Hell, Mark, piss in your own mouth and get it over with. Think of the primo bits and bytes we’ll save.


Mark Steyn manages to not call the President a n*gger

Maybe this piece that Mark Steyn wrote for National Review got away from him. But then maybe not. More likely that Mark feels the President is ‘The Other.’ As in: The N*gger President. It starts off snotty and contemptuous (even for Steyn), and it takes for granted that the President eats dogs for dinner.

Cuisines from My Stepfather
By Mark Steyn

A couple of days ago, Obama-campaign top dog David Axelrod threw in the towel on the dog war. “I thought it was a little absurd to talk about what the president had done as a ten-year-old boy,” he sniffed to MSNBC’s Andrea Mitchell . .

Employing the lighthearted elan of asshole, Steyn plays coy with his Obama disgust. He lightens his piece with dog breeds and canine metaphors. It’s all so cute, all for larrffs woof. But it’s obnoxious for getting wound up in spite of the truth: Barack was a boy, good lord Mark. But Steyn’s getting paid, so:

Confronted by the revelation that his preferred candidate only swings by the Humane Society for the all-you-can-eat buffet, [Jeremy Funk] huffs that this is “false equivalence.” “A six-year-old with no choice in the matter” is not the same as a grown man choosing to place his dog on the roof of his vehicle. My Canadian compatriot Kate McMillan, a dog breeder, advised Mr. Funk to “try this experiment–sit a normal, American 6 year old down at a plate and tell him it’s dog meat. Watch what happens.”

See? The president’s a disgusting freak.

Meanwhile, back in the female-friendly party, Obama’s father was a polygamist; his grandfather was a polygamist; and his great-grandfather was a polygamist who had one more wife (five in total) than Romney’s great-grandfather. It seems President Obama is the first male in his line not to be a polygamist. So, given the “gender gap,” maybe those 86 percent of American women are way cooler with polygamy than Governor Schweitzer thinks. Maybe these liberal chicks really dig it.

This Barack is the first non-polygamist in his family for maybe thousands of years. And if you think that rehabilitates him, remember that he will eat your pets. But comedy aside, let’s get to the matter, friends. This is where Mark really begins:

This is nothing to do with young Barack being six or ten years old and meekly eating whatever was put in front of him. He was 34 years old when he wrote the passage quoted above and ten years older when he recorded the audio edition. And, as both versions make plain, he thinks it’s kinda cool, and he knows that to the average upscale white liberal it has the electric frisson of the exotic other.

This is where differences matter. He’s used otherness to thrill the white liberal voter. And that’s how America ended up with a n*gger president. Good golly. Look at what it’s done to the country:

Obama is correct that certain cultures believe a man takes on the powers of whatever he eats. In Liberia, where presidential contests are somewhat more primal than in this effete republic, Samuel Doe was captured by some of his eventual successor’s, ah, campaign staff, who cut off President Doe’s ears and then fed them to him. They then removed His Excellency’s genitals and wound up in a fight over who should get them, believing that the still not quite yet late president’s powers would be transferred to whoever got to chow down on the crown jewels. I’m not suggesting that President Obama has eaten a human penis, because, if he had, he’d almost certainly have boasted about it to the impressionable NPR ninnies who gobbled up his memoirs. But I am suggesting that Mitt Romney might like to consider it for next year’s Inauguration Day.

African cannibalism. Gee I wonder how that ended up in this post. Ninnies like us would love to vote for a shit-eating pig, or a crow with a gizzard full of road kill. So the moment that candidate Obama Mobotu Bombaye bragged about his fierce tribalism, it was pretty much Game Over.

. . any revulsion to dog-eating is trumped by revulsion to criticizing any of the rich, vibrant cultural diversity out there in Indonesia or anywhere else. Most polygamy in the developed world is nothing to do with Mormons: It’s widely practiced by Western Muslims, whose plural marriages . .

Testicle gnashing furriners, you get the drift.

. . 57 percent of Pakistani Britons are married to their first cousins, with attendant increases in their children’s congenital birth defects. Bur the comics save their inbreeding jokes for stump-toothed West Virginians enjoying a jigger of moonshine and a bunk-up with their sisters . .

Pakis who sex mongoloids, you get the drift.

. . Ayatollah Khomeini produced a hierarchy of “the uncleans”: Dogs are at Number Six, Infidels are at Number Eight, and Number Eleven is “the sweat of an unlawful ejaculation.” In the liberal hierarchy, conservative infidels are at Number One, dogs are somewhere between Eight and Eleven, and the sweat of an unlawful ejaculation isn’t on the list . .

Persians, mongrels and the president. You get the drift.