The political wing of The Dope Show…
April 21, 2011 2 Comments
IRL funniness. I’ve done this three times and can’t get the resolution right, but you can see the point – that’s a snapshot from 0700-CST today – it’s #1 in three different lists.
February 2, 2011 Leave a comment
She would’ve been 96 today, and probably wouldn’t have been shocked that much of what she predicted is coming true. Here’s a gem I found – part 1 and then part 2 of Francisco d’Anaconia’s famous “Money Speech,” arguably the most important piece of writing Rand ever did.
November 29, 2010 Leave a comment
Boom.
This Plinky thing is already getting out of control. For reasons I will never understand, I already have 1 follower whose name is a Cardinal Virtue.
I think.
Plinky (read my Plinky posts cross-posted at The GOC) is sort of like Twitter, except with much more potential and much less growth. It’s recommended by WordPress as a way to generate ideas for something to write about, but instead has devolved for me – in less than a week – as a way to channel that part of me that wises I was a salt-the-burned-earth kind of guy.
Plinky is one of my Don’t Break the Chain events.
Why the Punic Wars are popping up in my writing lately, I have no idea.
I think it’s inspired by the Wikileaks, er, leaks. As a nation, we are witnessing what happens when we have people in charge of important things who are:
HRC and Fred-6 have not earned their spots, not by damn sight. They have no more qualifications to do the jobs they have than anyone readings this – that they are Constitutionally eligible is their only recommendable quality, but by that logic, I am Constitutionally qualified to be a SCOTUS justice.
Which, admittedly, would be the ultimate intergalactic dope show.
Let me remind you, dear reader, that HRC failed the DC Bar Exam, that we don’t know Fred-6’s grades from college, and – so far as I can tell – we’re unsure if either of them know left from right.
Watching HRC babble on (and on and on and on) today about the State Department’s response to all this was chilling, and not in the sense that HRC is evil, because she’s not, just really not very bright. Worse still, like Fred-6, she seems to think the rest of the world responds to the Liberal pseudo-psychobabble as though they are sitting in a Womyn’s Studies class, when in fact the rest of the world isn’t taking back the night, they’re taking back the power in broad fucking daylight.
The American in me – the critical-thinking student of history, the tactical obsessive, the unrefined and unrepentant rough-edged polymathic Promethean, the man of deep humility (heh) – wants to send them Robert Greene’s books so they can learn what the fuck we mean when we say “Smart Power,” but in reality, I’m not sure HRC or Fred-6 can read beyond a post-graduate level, which makes them about as qualified to respond to anything of importance as a monkey fucking a football.
Whoa – three eff-bombs and one really funny cliche – I’ll try to tone it down.
But seriously, this White House and its State Department could use some Fitty in their lives.
Seriously.
Or, if country music is your thing, you must know the following:
Some other wisdom from the great unwashed masses:
And finally, regarding good advice: no matter how hard Fred-6 tries, you cannot under any law or circumstance, divide by zero.
Also, “Wear sunscreen.”
There are times when I look at the vacant, confused, shrinking face of Fred-6 and want to remind him that no matter what he thinks of his own intelligence, it’s not nearly as fabulous as his disciples would have you believe. I can see a younger Fred-6, so full of himself, telling a lesser intellect that ‘when you’re not sure who the smartest person in the room is, you’re not the smartest person in the room.’ After watching international reactions to so many of his clueless pronouncements, pontifications, and his overall office – so vitiated by his own smug ignorance – one wants to remind him when everyone is laughing and you’re not, um, the joke’s on you.
Fred-6 strikes me as akin to the compulsive masturbator who brags about his endurance to his friends (wait, is that projection?). So full of himself is he that he’s placidly, blissfully, completely unaware that those not under his spell are laughing at him.
Yes, we’re laughing.
Sadly, the joke is on us, the American people, and not just the ones who saw through this empty suit while our peers were getting HOPE tattooed on their stretched out anuses.
As I leaf through the breezy Gulag Archipelago I’m reminded why we ever now and then must remember what Statists do when they get power – they turn that power not on those wishing to destroy us and our way of life, but on their own people. It’s sooooo much easier, no?
Some Nazi somewhere once supposedly said that if the Jews didn’t exist, the National Socialists would have to have invented them. I think if Fred-6 did not exist, we the people would have found it necessary to create him, which is sort of what the Davids Plouffe and Axelrod did anyway.
Save us Jeebus, save us!
November 26, 2010 Leave a comment
…I’m now at the point of posting enough on a regular basis to warrant a “recent posts” thingamajig (aka widget) in the sidebar. So, instead of scrolling, just click.
/stating the obvious
November 25, 2010 Leave a comment
An American carol like no other:
“And, because of the biblical precedents set forth in Scripture, they never doubted that their experiment would work. But this was no pleasure cruise, friends. The journey to the New World was a long and arduous one. And when the Pilgrims landed in New England in November, they found, according to Bradford’s detailed journal, a cold, barren, desolate wilderness. There were no friends to greet them, he wrote. There were no houses to shelter them. There were no inns where they could refresh themselves. And the sacrifice they had made for freedom was just beginning. During the first winter, half the Pilgrims – including Bradford’s own wife – died of either starvation, sickness or exposure. When spring finally came, Indians taught the settlers how to plant corn, fish for cod and skin beavers for coats.
“Life improved for the Pilgrims, but they did not yet prosper! This is important to understand because this is where modern American history lessons often end. Thanksgiving is actually explained in some textbooks as a holiday for which the Pilgrims gave thanks to the Indians for saving their lives, rather than as a devout expression of gratitude grounded in the tradition of both the Old and New Testaments. Here is the part that has been omitted: The original contract the Pilgrims had entered into with their merchant-sponsors in London called for everything they produced to go into a common store, and each member of the community was entitled to one common share. All of the land they cleared and the houses they built belonged to the community as well. They were going to distribute it equally. All of the land they cleared and the houses they built belonged to the community as well.
“Nobody owned anything. They just had a share in it. It was a commune, folks. It was the forerunner to the communes we saw in the ’60s and ’70s out in California – and it was complete with organic vegetables, by the way.” There’s no question they were organic vegetables. “Bradford, who had become the new governor of the colony, recognized that this form of collectivism was as costly and destructive to the Pilgrims as that first harsh winter, which had taken so many lives. He decided to take bold action. Bradford assigned a plot of land to each family to work and manage, thus turning loose the power of the marketplace. That’s right. Long before Karl Marx was even born, the Pilgrims had discovered and experimented with what could only be described as socialism. And what happened? It didn’t work!” They nearly starved!
November 15, 2010 1 Comment
I’m terrible at design, so I was jacking around with some WordPress templates. I like this one. If it’s harder to read or what have you, drop me a line by email or comment, and I’ll try to change it. Or not. –z’King
November 8, 2010 Leave a comment
I caught this over at Drudge:
Now this is interesting: With many wondering how the House Republican leadership will accommodate the newly elected House GOPers who are soon to arrive in Washington, many of whom are Tea Party-backed, I’m told the leadership has hit on a solution. They are creating a new leadership post: Representative of the incoming freshman class.
A GOP aide tells me that the decision has been made to create the post, and newly elected Tea Party favorite Kristi Noem, who unseated Dem Rep. Stephanie Herseth Sandlin in South Dakota and is known to her fans as the “next Sarah Palin,” has “indicated a strong interest.”
In another nod to the incoming freshmen Republicans, the position will be elected by only those freshmen, not the leadership.
I like the idea of having a Freshman Rep’o’Reps, and I love Kristi Noem.
I caught wind of Noem’s campaign in South Dakota a few months ago and have followed her on-and-off since. She’s 39, a wife and mother of three, a rancher with a stake in a hunting lodge, adamantly Pro Life, and – best of all – she’s for the repeal of Obamacare and it big on balancing the budget.
She’s young and doesn’t have a huge record, but she’s certainly one to watch, especially since it’s the relatively young, Conservative women who seem to be hell-bent on taking the GOP to the right, where it damn-well should be.
November 5, 2010 Leave a comment
As at the GOC, if you’re interested in contributing or have ideas on what you’d like to see here at KBL, feel free to share. Some ideas I’m kicking around include doing a weekly podcast, doing a weekly ‘Conservative Movies We Love’ thing, and doing an interview here and there. This is the first day, and clearly I threw this together pretty quickly, but if you have a site you’d like to share or what-have-you, let me know. Comment or email at kingb@hushmail.com. Thanks for your support.
November 5, 2010 Leave a comment
My manner of thinking, so you say, cannot be approved. Do you suppose I care? A poor fool indeed is he who adopts a manner of thinking for others! —Marquis de Sade
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For those of you who made your way over here from The GOC, welcome. For those of you who stumbled here through other means, well, welcome. Consider the above quote the root source for this site.
King B Live is, as noted, the political wing of God’s Own Crunk (aka The GOC), the ongoing locale of The Dope Show. Confused yet? Doesn’t matter. Is what it is. Now, what is this?
I’ve spent half my life writing about politics and current events, and then one day, I’d had enough. Sick and tired of being sick and tired, so the saying goes, I quit writing about politics and current events, and focused the inane things I love: music, books, film, memes and, of course, Boxxy. Going half mad from exhaustion, I checked myself into an asylum for two months, and have emerged refreshed and victorious over the demons that rule my soul – driven by my Id, I am now heretofore ready to focus on the matter unrelated to the crunk, namely, what in the hell is going on?
I wanted to wait until after the midterm elections, not only to enjoy the peace that an asylum offers the troubled soul, but to get the hell away from the bump and grind of American political life. Specifically, I grew tired of the daily pronouncements of one Pres. Barack Obama, heretofore and forever after known as Fred-6 (see here for origin). As an American, I wish the man zero harm, but I despise every fiber of his being as much as I loathe the brainwashing that took place of half the voting public a mere two years ago.
In short, I wanted to stand up and scream has everyone lost their fucking minds!and for a long time (relatively speaking), I did. I got a few places, made some points, and that was that. Very little changed, I grew disenchanted, and tossing my nickel in the fuckitbucket, took a sabbatical from The Game.
The Game is back on.
After the lesser of two evils made a sweep through Congress, the nation’s gubernatorial palaces and its statehouses, I felt the need to return to The Game. In short, it’s back on.
I’m not a fairweather fan, nor am I a Republican. I am best described as equal parts Libertarian, Libertine, Objectivist and, since you don’t care but I’m putting my cards on the table, Atheist. From these similar yet slightly different ingredients my political views have formed, and from this mish-mash of -isms I shall bring for the pleasure and pain of The King.
A brief overview of the sources of my thinking (or lack thereof, if you’re so inclined):
And so forth – you get where I’m going with this. Before continuing with the substance, a note about The GOC.
The GOC will remain the site for all writing about the King’s various pastimes, up to and including sex, relationships, movies, music, television, film, memes, the Netz and so forth. It is meant as an apolitical place, and that is what it shall remain. It may be needlessly confusing, but there are links to there here, and there are links to here there. Like any other sentient being (only moreso), I’m a complicated man – I like separating the political from everything else, because I’m not a Liberal and therefore don’t insert my politics into everything.
So, here are some premises – some shallow, some deep – that will guide King B Live, for I’m nothing if not forthcoming:
With that, I close. Welcome to King B Live, The Dope Show is now politically active.
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