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