nolanimrod on November 25th, 2014

A tell is some behav­ioral quirk or ner­vous tic that lets peo­ple know when you’re lying. Tells are most fre­quently employed in poker. A player might, for exam­ple, stack and re-​​stack his poker chips with great care when he has a great hand. Or he might do the same thing when he has a ter­ri­ble hand. But if he only does one or the other and you find out about it that gives you a big edge when you’re play­ing poker with him. If you know that George only gets fas­tid­i­ous about his chip-​​stacking when he has a noth­ing hand and dur­ing a game George spends five min­utes stack­ing his chips before going all-​​in you know he’s bluffing.

Obama has a tell. It’s folks. When­ever you hear folks from the Fear­less Leader’s lips you know he’s say­ing some­thing he knows to be untrue, say­ing some­thing he knows doesn’t make any sense, or both.

In this clip from the Pow­er­line Blog he’s elu­ci­dat­ing for our poor dim brains why the pres­i­dent not enforc­ing immi­gra­tion law is entirely dif­fer­ent from the pres­i­dent not enforc­ing tax law and he really lays on the folks. We are treated to a triple-​​helping: at 00:31, 00:33, and 00:36. In addi­tion he launches his tell bar­rage with the old­est tell of them all: The truth of the mat­ter is...

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nolanimrod on October 30th, 2014

In next Tuesday’s elec­tion most of us will be vot­ing for our U.S. Con­gres­sional Rep­re­sen­ta­tive and some of us for Senators.

Most of these races will fea­ture an incum­bent and a chal­lenger. There is a ques­tion we must ask the incum­bent in each race and it wouldn’t hurt to ask the chal­lengers, to boot. I know there is not much time left before the elec­tion but I didn’t think of this until around ten min­utes ago.

Here’s why it’s important.

When Obama took office he blath­ered con­tin­u­ously about how trans­par­ent his rule would be and promised to post the text of impor­tant bills on the Inter­net for a cer­tain period before vot­ing on it so the peo­ple could see what their elected rep­re­sen­ta­tives were get­ting them into. Then, when the most impor­tant piece of leg­is­la­tion was being con­sid­ered, leg­is­la­tion that would directly affect every per­son in Amer­ica, they not only didn’t post the text on the Web but the peo­ple vot­ing on it didn’t have time to read it, with the Speaker of the House blandly telling us that we had to pass the bill so we could find out what was in it.

Not only did we not know what was in the bill before pas­sage; we still don’t really know what is in it today.

One thing we do know, though, is that a promise the pres­i­dent made to us over and over and over again was that if we liked our health care poli­cies and we liked our doc­tors we could keep them. Period.

We found out that was a delib­er­ate lie. There are some big secrets wrapped up in the so-​​called Afford­able Care Act (aka Obama Care). Obama knew they were there. Kath­leen Sebe­lius, the Sec­re­tary of Health and Human Ser­vices, knew they were there. They knew a lot of us wouldn’t be able to keep our doc­tor. They knew a lot of us wouldn’t be able to keep our health care cov­er­age. They didn’t want us to know that. So Obama and Sebe­lius lied. They lied early. They lied often. Sebe­lius even enforced a Mafia-​​like omertà on the insur­ance com­pa­nies by threat­en­ing them with legal pros­e­cu­tion if they told us what was really com­ing our way.

Obama and Sebe­lius played us for suck­ers in the most shame­ful way. But Obama has run his last elec­tion and Sebe­lius is gone from gov­ern­ment. And even though it might be sat­is­fy­ing, con­sid­er­ing her fond­ness for oper­at­ing like a Mafia Don, it’s prob­a­bly not a good idea to leave a horse’s head in her bed. For one thing: it wouldn’t be fair to the horse. The horse didn’t lie to us. She and her boss did.

The worst thing about Obama’s lies was that even after the bill was passed he didn’t tell us we’d prob­a­bly lose our doc­tors and/​or our cov­er­age. We had to get con­cel­la­tion notices from the insur­ance com­pa­nies to find that one out. All the things Obama and Sebe­lius knew were things we had to find out one bit at a time. First we’d find out we were can­celled. Then we’d find out our pre­vi­ous cov­er­age was unac­cept­able under Obama Care. Or we’d find out that cov­er­age like we used to have cost more. Then we might find out that even though it cost more it didn’t cover our doc­tor. Or our hos­pi­tal. Or a spe­cial­ist hos­pi­tal we might have to go to.

But we know all of that. And there is noth­ing we can do about it. But, as Mr. Monk used to say, Here’s the Thing: while Obama was post­pon­ing a require­ment of Obama Care or delay­ing a reg­u­la­tion our Sen­a­tors and Rep­re­sen­ta­tives had to know at least some­thing of what was loom­ing in our future. And while they might be of the President’s party, and while they are def­i­nitely part of the gov­ern­ment, they don’t rep­re­sent the exec­u­tive branch. They rep­re­sent us.

So — did YOUR Rep­re­sen­ta­tive and Sen­a­tors give you a heads-​​up about this? Did you get a let­ter telling you that you were likely to lose your cov­er­age before you got your carefully-​​worded love note from the insur­ance com­pany? Did they tell you that where, and to whom, you went for your med­ical needs was up in the air and might change? They have a Frank­ing priv­i­lege and can send mail postage-​​free. Did you get a letter?

Before you vote this Tues­day it might be a good idea to call them up and ask them a ques­tion from the Water­gate Era: WHAT did they know and WHEN did they know it?

Here’s another:  Why didn’t they tell us?


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nolanimrod on October 28th, 2014

Los Con­quis­ta­dores weren’t a faint-​​hearted lot. These were a bunch of guys who could live in bru­tal con­di­tions, eat spoiled food, drink ran­cid water, endure harsh dis­ci­pline, and risk death daily all for the priv­i­lege of con­quer­ing some lands, grab­bing some gold, and feel­ing the lithe bod­ies of the native women they were rap­ing squirm­ing under them. Not what you would call a crew of shrink­ing vio­lets. These guys weren’t hor­ri­fied by the sight of blood nor by see­ing some guy’s entrails dragged out of him by a pike nor blood spurt­ing out of a neck recently vacated by its head. Not the sort to loose their cook­ies at the sight of some­thing gruesome.

Not, that is, until they got to Tenochti­t­lan, capi­tol of the Mex­ica, or Aztecs, and found priests so versed in anatomy that they were good at slit­ting a victim’s chest and pulling out his still-​​beating heart to show it to him just before shov­ing it down the throat of a stone idol. Even they were horrified.

That’s why the lat­est native Amer­i­can hurt feel­ings mas­cot brou-​​ha-​​ha is funny.

Temple of the Sun in Tenochtitlan, floating city of the Aztecs

Tem­ple of the Sun

Kind of takes some of the air out of the mul­ti­cul­tural arti­cle of faith that any cul­ture is just as good as any other.

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nolanimrod on October 27th, 2014

This gem is way beyond a Freudian slip. The first sen­tence was a slip. Then he threw in the whole under­wear list: Freudian corset, Freudian camisole, Freudian pet­ti­coat, and the clincher: Freudian bloomers.

I grew  up in Tuc­son, and at the time south­ern Ari­zona was rep­re­sented by his father, Mor­ris. Mor­ris Udall was a genial fel­low who played bas­ket­ball at the Uni­ver­sity of Ari­zona and was known mainly for being a really nice guy and for hav­ing only one eye.

His father never, as far as I can remem­ber, took it upon him­self to pro­nounce judg­ment upon the moral char­ac­ter of Amer­ica by approv­ing of it just so long as it elected the pres­i­dent can­di­date from the proper racial group

I was so proud of our coun­try, in 2008, in 2012 we showed …

But, then, Mo had more to rec­om­mend him.  I don’t remem­ber Mo Udall ever using a Teleprompter. Nor do I remem­ber Mo Udall imply­ing that his polit­i­cal oppo­nents were racial big­ots. Though an hour’s drive north of Tuc­son resided the bête noire of lib­eral ortho­doxy, Barry Gold­wa­ter, Mo Udall never accused him of big­otry or misog­yny. Fur­ther­more, Papa Mo would never have got­ten wrapped up in his own tongue the way junior did.  Per­haps because when he spoke he talked about him­self and what he wanted to do in Wash­ing­ton for Ari­zona. He wasn’t lim­ited to attack­ing his oppo­nent over racial mat­ters, over a War on Women, or because he had heard tell that his oppo­nent knew one of the Koch broth­ers. In addi­tion, Mor­ris was a gen­tle­man back in a time when you could be that and also be a Demo­c­rat. Mor­ris Udall would never have intro­duced a speaker by call­ing atten­tion to her race.

It wouldn’t have been a wise move even had he been so inclined. Back in his day the only black U.S. Sen­a­tor was a Repub­li­can and the most famous black U.S. Rep­re­sen­ta­tive, a Demo­c­rat, had just been cen­sured for finan­cial hanky-​​panky.

Here’s what can hap­pen to you when your party is out of step with the coun­try and so forces talk­ing points down your throat. I say forces because I don’t believe the son of Mo Udall would be that boor­ish and shal­low on his own.


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