Berkeley Bunk: Whiny Kids End Up Conservative, Self Reliant Kids End Up Liberal?

From the Toronto Star via the UC Berkeley:

Remember the whiny, insecure kid in nursery school, the one who always thought everyone was out to get him, and was always running to the teacher with complaints? Chances are he grew up to be a conservative.

At least, he did if he was one of 95 kids from the Berkeley area that social scientists have been tracking for the last 20 years. The confident, resilient, self-reliant kids mostly grew up to be liberals.

Read the entire article for the rest of the details, and take off your Birkenstocks in favor of fishing waders, because the BS gets pretty deep.

First of all, I wouldn’t classify anybody who is still in his or her early 20’s as having “grown up”, and certainly not in California. Secondly, performing a study involving conservatism using test subjects completely from the Berkeley area is like test marketing Metallica’s new CD at a nursing home.

The “study” aside–be honest–when you think “self reliance”, is a liberal the first person to pop into your head? I didn’t think so.

Here’s my favorite part:

The confident kids turned out liberal and were still hanging loose, turning into bright, non-conforming adults with wide interests.

“Hanging loose”? Oh well, it sounds better than saying “unemployed”, or “snowboarders”, or “social activists”, or all three.

The message? Self reliant kids who are destined to grow up to be liberals can thank their lucky stars that part of this self reliance will apparently involve the ability to rely on themselves to secure a tenured professorship at a liberal college. While there, they can conduct “studies” that nobody in the non-self-reliant private sector, populated in large part by former whiny kids, will give a damn about.

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The Belzer Tolls for Thee: U.S. Military is Stupid, Uninformed, and Unemployable

Note: This post can also be read in column form today at The American Spectator.

On a regular basis, we hear people say how they “support the troops but are against the war”. This has never made much sense to me, but then again, I’m not as smart as actors and comedians. Is there anything they don’t know?

Richard Belzer helped hash this out recently. The “Law & Order” actor and long-time comedian let the cat out of the bag during an appearance on HBO’s “Real Time with Bill Maher”.

The bottom line for Belzer: The troops aren’t the best qualified to comment on the war because they don’t have time to read 20 newspapers a day, can’t know the truth because too busy trying not to die, and are “19 and 20 year old kids who couldn’t get a job”.

Read the exchange or watch the video for yourself.

At least Belzer lets it fly unabashedly. Usually the left is often a little more tactful in camouflaging the truth as it concerns their view of the troops.

The reason why they believe that the U.S. soldier is an empty-headed dupe isn’t tough to figure out.

Consider Casey Sheehan, for example. He joined the military on his own accord, willingly re-enlisted during this conflict, and fought and died for something in which he believed. Casey’s mother Cindy, founder of the Crawford KOA and rabid collector of frequent protester miles, has said he died “for nothing”.

To use the deaths of U.S. soldiers who joined willingly as an anti-war statement is to discredit their beliefs and judgment, not to mention their intellect. These are all things that liberals do with artful virtuosity. They just don’t usually come right out and say it, like Belzer.

Take Belzer and Sheehan out of the equation for a moment and look at some of the others who “care about the troops”. Observe protests by the group called Code Pink. An organization so named, presumably, because of all the Pepto Bismol you have to drink to keep them from turning your stomach.

Code Pink members have hung around the Walter Reed Army Hospital, which houses many wounded soldiers, and waived signs such as “Maimed for Lies” and “Enlist here and die for Halliburton.” This sounds like a bunch of people who obviously respect the soldiers, doesn’t it?

You’d be hard pressed to find another group of people who are more abusive than those who seek peace for a living.

Adding fuel to the “they’re so stupid” fire is the fact that these same morons in question are also overwhelmingly pro-Bush.

Much of the left views the U.S. soldier as having discovered an entirely new level of dim-wittedness—a doofy outlook perhaps deserving of the mockery that has taken place at the Walter Reed Army Hospital, not to mention worthy of the applauded insults that rocketed from the moonscaped mug of Richard Belzer.

To be led into an unjust war by a moron is one thing, but for those same people to vote for that moron in droves makes the military reprehensibly imbecilic in leftist eyes.

For a moment, let’s consider the people Belzer insults. Americans like these have helped put an end to slavery, oppression, genocide and all manner of craziness put forth by every spiral-eyed deranged dictator and tin-pot wanker on the planet.

The military can be sent to fight in some of the biggest dung-heap, dirt-bucket and generally scummy areas on the face of the earth – places that make a septic tank look like the Presidential Suite at the Bellagio. They perform tasks – from the incredibly dangerous to the intolerably mundane – without complaint or plea for recognition.

The military is often called upon to take on unhinged nut cases – the aberrant likes of whom may make you long for the stability of Courtney Love. They volunteer to dive head first into a big bowl of “Crackpot Bouillabaisse” against knee-jerk fascists, totalitarian fist wavers and nut cases engaged in a fierce game of “Virgin-Quest.”

All this is offset by the lousy pay.

What must make a soldier’s job even more difficult is that, on top of all this, they hear entertainers who make a fortune on fiction telling them they have no idea what they’re talking about because they didn’t learn about their own missions in the biased mainstream press.

Sure—and Neil Armstrong couldn’t wait to get back to Earth so he could see the cover of the New York Times and learn all about what it was like to be on the moon.

Members of the U.S. military have fought and died so people like Belzer are free to sit in comfortable security and insult them. Hey, maybe that’s why Richard thinks they’re stupid.

In this one isolated instance, Belzer may have a point.

 

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Business Climate for Hooters Air Getting a Bit Nippy

Just a couple of years ago, it seemed that Hooters Air was going to fly high for some time to come. Now it looks like the airline could be in serious trouble. How did this happen? This seemed like one of the most promising ideas to come from the business community since microwavable hamburgers and anatomically correct Baywatch action figures.

In 2003, Robert H. Brooks, chairman of the Hooters of America restaurant chain, purchased the Winston-Salem-based Pace Airlines. A new airline – named “Hooters Air” – was born, despite pleas from around the world (by “world” I mean me) for more creative names for the company, such as “United Areolalines,” “Northchest,” or “Pan Mamm.” 

Just last year, Hooters Air announced that they were expanding their service to new markets. The only airline on which you pray for heavy turbulence increased their list of routes to include Las Vegas, Nev., Allentown, Pa., and Myrtle Beach, S.C. Apparently, something has gone wrong:

MYRTLE BEACH, S.C. — Low-cost carrier Hooters Air is ending service at two Pennsylvania airports and apparently will depart the Tampa Bay, Fla., area for good next month, further clouding the future of the Myrtle Beach-based airline.

Hooters Air is ending service to Wilkes-Barre/Scranton by March 26 and at the Lehigh Valley airport by April 17, Pennsylvania airport officials said.

Sex sells?

The reason I was optimistic about the future of Hooters Air was due to the time-honored axiom of “sex sells”.

Based simply on the “sex sells” model, Brooks simply created a Hooters at 30,000 feet. No boring in-flight movies. No male flight attendants who won’t stop talking about Cher’s new album, and no more of the biggest cup on board being the one containing your coffee. Just good old, testosterone driven, 500-mph fun, where all seats come with a first-class view, your stewardess can be used as a flotation device, and where the phrase “upright and locked position” has nothing to do with your tray table.

So don’t count out Hooters Air just yet. For a while there, they were making boobs out of the other airlines, and maybe someday soon they’ll again be expanding more than just passenger inseams.

Oh yes, there is one important point about the “sex sells” axiom. As countless businesses have discovered, sex may sell, but sex doesn’t necessarily know jack squat about accounting, insurance, and federal regulations.

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Little Boy Blew: The Rise and Fall of Michael Jackson's Neverland

The ferris wheel of justice has rolled over The King of Pop.

It’s now official: Neverland Ranch, home to the, uh, man, who was once the most famous singer on the planet, many carnival rides, and who knows how many tickle fights with McCauley Culkin, is closed.

Dozens of employees have been laid off due to the fact that the California Department of Labor shut down the ranch because Jackson carried no workers compensation.

After all that has been alleged to have gone on at Neverland–from supplying kids with alcohol to drug use to sequined fingerprints on Garanimal zippers–Michael Jackson’s home is shut down not due to any of the plethora of “alleged” crimes, but because he wasn’t set up to accommodate government regulations in the event his umbrella holder poked out an eye or a Neverland carney lost a leg in a bumper car accident. 

The government shutting down Neverland for a lack of workers comp is the pop world real estate equivalent of getting Capone on tax evasion. The lesson here being that, if you’re a bank robber, child molester, carjacker, or mobster, your odds of getting off the hook are far greater if you simply keep your paperwork with the State timely and on the up-and-up.

Frankly, Jackson should feel lucky for getting away with just having to leave the country. A couple hundred million dollars in outstanding loans and problems with the government pale in comparison to what could have happened. For a while, it was looking like Michael was facing the kind of serious jail time often reserved for the kind of person that has a playscape in the wine cellar, but fame can get you out of just about anything–with the exception of government financial regulations.

When Jackson was found not guilty on all counts after last year’s molestation trial, it was not surprising in the least. I have no legal background, but yet managed to follow the case enough to conclude that many of the witnesses for the prosecution were as greasy as half-cooked bacon. When you’re trying to convict a freak, you can’t do it with people who are freakier than the freak in question–the kind of folks who make Mr. Haney from Green Acres seem like a beacon of integrity.

In his later life, Jackson allowed himself to be surrounded by every form of blood sucker, extortionist, and weasel imaginable–yes, it was worse than pro wrestling. These were the witnesses the prosecution at the molestation trial had to testify against Jackson.

Jackson could be really stupid for allowing these people in his life, or very smart. He could have surrounded himself with dirtbags and leeches who have no credibility so that when they take the witness stand they’re laughed out of the courtroom. It’s a quite effective life strategy for those with dealings that are questionable at best. “If it’s good enough for the Clintons…”

Somehow though, the thought of Michael Jackson going to jail without being accompanied by some of the parents who allowed their kids to spend the night with him would have made the vessel of justice seem a little emptier. Especially the parents who sent their kids to Neverland after all that was known of the charges against Jackson.

Late last year, for example, about 200 kids visited Jackson at Neverland. Yes, parents were still allowing their kids go to the place where “beat it” wasn’t just a song. Amazing. Perhaps when those kids get older and realize what their parents did, they’ll reciprocate by sending ol’ mom and dad off for a weekend at Jack Kevorkian’s “amusement van” and see how they appreciate the gross negligence.

When you figure all the money Michael has paid out to the families of children to shut them up, his financial difficulties are easy to understand. Consider just the kids in the visit mentioned above. Let’s see, 200 kids at about $1.75 million a kid equals… a checkbook that’s very difficult to balance.

The problems were so insurmountable that Jackson left the country.

Now it appears that Michael will live out his days as a “kept woman”, if you’ll pardon the expression. Jackson is living in Bahrain, where it has been reported that Prince Abdullah has supplied him with a driver, a Bentley GT, Rolls Royce Phantom, and, more valuable still, gas for both cars.

In Bahrain, Michael Jackson will have more than enough admirers and donors to keep him believing that he’s still on top of the world, even if he is nearly broke, shamed, and can’t sell new music. Much of Jackson’s life has been built on fantasy. Why stop now just because the carousel has been repossessed?

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Little Boy Blew: The Rise and Fall of Michael Jackson’s Neverland

The ferris wheel of justice has rolled over The King of Pop.

It’s now official: Neverland Ranch, home to the, uh, man, who was once the most famous singer on the planet, many carnival rides, and who knows how many tickle fights with McCauley Culkin, is closed.

Dozens of employees have been laid off due to the fact that the California Department of Labor shut down the ranch because Jackson carried no workers compensation.

After all that has been alleged to have gone on at Neverland–from supplying kids with alcohol to drug use to sequined fingerprints on Garanimal zippers–Michael Jackson’s home is shut down not due to any of the plethora of “alleged” crimes, but because he wasn’t set up to accommodate government regulations in the event his umbrella holder poked out an eye or a Neverland carney lost a leg in a bumper car accident. 

The government shutting down Neverland for a lack of workers comp is the pop world real estate equivalent of getting Capone on tax evasion. The lesson here being that, if you’re a bank robber, child molester, carjacker, or mobster, your odds of getting off the hook are far greater if you simply keep your paperwork with the State timely and on the up-and-up.

Frankly, Jackson should feel lucky for getting away with just having to leave the country. A couple hundred million dollars in outstanding loans and problems with the government pale in comparison to what could have happened. For a while, it was looking like Michael was facing the kind of serious jail time often reserved for the kind of person that has a playscape in the wine cellar, but fame can get you out of just about anything–with the exception of government financial regulations.

When Jackson was found not guilty on all counts after last year’s molestation trial, it was not surprising in the least. I have no legal background, but yet managed to follow the case enough to conclude that many of the witnesses for the prosecution were as greasy as half-cooked bacon. When you’re trying to convict a freak, you can’t do it with people who are freakier than the freak in question–the kind of folks who make Mr. Haney from Green Acres seem like a beacon of integrity.

In his later life, Jackson allowed himself to be surrounded by every form of blood sucker, extortionist, and weasel imaginable–yes, it was worse than pro wrestling. These were the witnesses the prosecution at the molestation trial had to testify against Jackson.

Jackson could be really stupid for allowing these people in his life, or very smart. He could have surrounded himself with dirtbags and leeches who have no credibility so that when they take the witness stand they’re laughed out of the courtroom. It’s a quite effective life strategy for those with dealings that are questionable at best. “If it’s good enough for the Clintons…”

Somehow though, the thought of Michael Jackson going to jail without being accompanied by some of the parents who allowed their kids to spend the night with him would have made the vessel of justice seem a little emptier. Especially the parents who sent their kids to Neverland after all that was known of the charges against Jackson.

Late last year, for example, about 200 kids visited Jackson at Neverland. Yes, parents were still allowing their kids go to the place where “beat it” wasn’t just a song. Amazing. Perhaps when those kids get older and realize what their parents did, they’ll reciprocate by sending ol’ mom and dad off for a weekend at Jack Kevorkian’s “amusement van” and see how they appreciate the gross negligence.

When you figure all the money Michael has paid out to the families of children to shut them up, his financial difficulties are easy to understand. Consider just the kids in the visit mentioned above. Let’s see, 200 kids at about $1.75 million a kid equals… a checkbook that’s very difficult to balance.

The problems were so insurmountable that Jackson left the country.

Now it appears that Michael will live out his days as a “kept woman”, if you’ll pardon the expression. Jackson is living in Bahrain, where it has been reported that Prince Abdullah has supplied him with a driver, a Bentley GT, Rolls Royce Phantom, and, more valuable still, gas for both cars.

In Bahrain, Michael Jackson will have more than enough admirers and donors to keep him believing that he’s still on top of the world, even if he is nearly broke, shamed, and can’t sell new music. Much of Jackson’s life has been built on fantasy. Why stop now just because the carousel has been repossessed?

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Looney vs. Clooney: George is Huffing Mad at the Honorary Gabor Sister of the Left

One of the finer things in life, besides football, a hot grill, and ice cold brew, is listening to liberals feud with each other.

A couple of days ago, The Huffington Post, a large blog hosted by Arianna Huffington, former conservative who has somehow turned into a left-wing Gabor sister from hell, posted a blog supposedly written by actor/liberal activist (pardon the redundancy) George Clooney.

George has since said he neither wrote the posting nor gave permission for Huffington to use it. A big row has since developed.

Here, in a nut’s shell, is Ariana’s explanation: “Eet vasn’t our fault, dahlink Cheorgie”.

Also writing on the Post, Jane Hamsher defends Arianna, saying she was there when she spoke with Clooney about the possibility of him blogging (this was after they managed to convince George that “blogging” has nothing to do with deforestation).

I’m sure Huffington would have gone more in-depth with her explanation, but she’s busy firing up the private jet so she can burn 50,000 gallons of fuel to fly to an emergency conference on ozone depletion.

Really though, if these women were speaking to George Clooney, what are the odds that they were actually listening to anything he was saying? The same that the odds are of us listening to anything he’s saying, but for different reasons.

This whole thing is a microcosym of Democrat failings politically. The people at The Huffington Post are, with some exceptions, liberals. So is Clooney. As Hamsher wrote, they should “have each others back”, but instead end up firing verbal barbs at each other. Republicans usually don’t need to “divide and conquer” when the other side is already doing the dividing.

Sit back and enjoy the fun. Geez, with all the trouble in mainstream media, from the New York Times Jayson Blair mess to Dan Rather’s fake document fiasco, the blogosphere was the last bastion of real news integrity, and even helped expose these frauds.

Now that has vanished, thanks, of course, to a couple of liberals.

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Like White on Rice: Spike Lee Dismisses Black Conservatives

Concerning the remote possibility of Condoleezza Rice running for president, Director Spike Lee told the New York Observer the following:

“African-Americans will have to really, really, really, really, really, REALLY analyze the Secretary of State’s record, and get past the pigmentation of her skin,” he said. “If we do that, I don’t think we can vote for her.”

Blacks can’t vote for Condi? Hardly surprising. According to Jesse Jackson, John Kerry, and others, blacks can’t vote for anybody. 

Jesse Jackson, for example, says there were a million disenfranchised black voters in 2000. Yeah, I know. How can Jackson know exactly how many of them there are, since the whole point of the thing is that they were denied the right to be counted in the first place? Easy. He pulled the number out of his ass, where many liberals keep all their data.

Back to Spike Lee. I sincerely hope 2008 sees a plethora of black conservatives in the running for the Republican presidential nomination. Condi Rice, J.C. Watts, and others, should take their best shot. This will have the Spike Lee’s of the world all of a sudden coming out against blacks at a level not seen since Robert Byrd was being fitted for his Kleagle hat.

Lee is right about one thing: voting should be about ideology. I hope he remembers that the next time he says conservatives won’t vote for a black liberal because of sheer racism and fear.

Not long ago, Lee told the NY Daily News that Condoleezza Rice has “gotten a free ride from black people“. Huh? Yes, yet another trap set for successful black people by liberals.

I’m just a white guy, so I don’t know firsthand, but it would appear to be that one of the biggest hurdles to success nowadays for minorities isn’t white racism, but rather black criticism. If you’re black and don’t succeed the “correct” way, which is athletics, acting, hip-hop, or being a minority film director making movies about minorities, you’re not a “real” black person and, as such, are subject to abuse.

In the meantime, in coming elections, get ready for black conservatives to continue to be shoved to the back of the bus en route to the Jim Crow era (part of that “free ride” Lee mentioned), courtesy of Spike and many, many others who care so deeply about the “black experience”–just so long as none of that “experience” opposes Democrat wants and liberal preconditioning.

Chief Wana Dubie: The Candidate, The Website, The Munchies

A couple of days ago, I wrote a bit about “Chief Wana Dubie”, who is running for a Missouri State Rep. seat as a Libertarian (here’s the actual Missouri Sec. of State candidate list).

I also suggested some campaign slogans for the Chief.

Well, the Chief has contacted me and pointed us to his website, ChiefWanaDubie.com, which contains many photos, a platform, and enough bong residue to get a good contact high until the election.

All I can say about the Chief is this: manna from political comedy heaven.

The Chief’s campaign slogan is “Put a hippie to work in ’06”. I thought MoveOn.org was already doing that, but maybe they don’t have a Missouri branch.

It may shock you, as it did me, when you discover that much of the Chief’s platform has to do with ending the war on drugs and legalizing hemp and marijuana:

It has become painfully obvious to me that the War On Drugs is becoming another holocaust. In the interests of the preservation of Freedom and Family, I have decided to run for State Representative of the 150th District of the State of Missouri, as a Libertarian candidate.  “Liberty and justice for all” means “tolerance of all.”  If it’s not JUST, it’s not JUSTICE.  The policies of zero-tolerance are comparable to Hitler’s tolerance of the Jews. The time to take back our government at the grassroots level has come. 

“United we stand, divided we fall.”

“And together we get the munchies”.

By the way, the Chief doesn’t like to get stoned by just pot. If you’re looking for a good rock, you’ve also come to the right place. The Chief will soon have all your rock needs covered.

God speed, Chief Wana Dubie. Here’s to hoping you go a long way in politics. I need the material.

Note to Debbie Stabenow's Opponent, Here's Your Campaign Poster

Drudge has a story up right now concerning my home state Senator, Michigan’s liberal-to-the-point-of-dry-heaves Debbie Stabenow:

Sen. Debbie Stabenow (D-MI) went to the Senate floor Wednesday afternoon and displayed an enormous sign that read “Dangerously Incompetent” while giving a speech attacking the Bush administration over first responder and Homeland Security funding.

Stabenow was on the Senate floor selling an amendment she has offered to increase funding for first responders by $5 billion. “God forbid that there is another terrorist attack or a natural disaster,” Stabenow warned.

Here’s a picture from Stabenow’s speech, complete with sign color that matches Debbie’s Lane Bryant blazer, and words that nicely compliment her Senate tenure:

This is the most redundant photograph I have ever seen, and maybe it could come in handy.

Republicans really wanted to target Stabenow’s seat in 2006. Senator Elizabeth Dole is the chair of the National Republican Senatorial Committee, and she once called Stabenow one of her top three targets for 2006. It would appear that any likely opponents won’t have the muscle in Michigan, where the GOP has lately been as organized as an Enron filing cabinet.

At least Stabenow has provided her opponent with a great photograph to use. The GOP may lose, but there’s no reason to not tell the truth with a lot of help from Debbie.

Fun fact: Debbie Stabenow and Ted Kennedy once agreed to split a cab, and, thanks to the laws of physics, ended up doing exactly that.

Note to Debbie Stabenow’s Opponent, Here’s Your Campaign Poster

Drudge has a story up right now concerning my home state Senator, Michigan’s liberal-to-the-point-of-dry-heaves Debbie Stabenow:

Sen. Debbie Stabenow (D-MI) went to the Senate floor Wednesday afternoon and displayed an enormous sign that read “Dangerously Incompetent” while giving a speech attacking the Bush administration over first responder and Homeland Security funding.

Stabenow was on the Senate floor selling an amendment she has offered to increase funding for first responders by $5 billion. “God forbid that there is another terrorist attack or a natural disaster,” Stabenow warned.

Here’s a picture from Stabenow’s speech, complete with sign color that matches Debbie’s Lane Bryant blazer, and words that nicely compliment her Senate tenure:

This is the most redundant photograph I have ever seen, and maybe it could come in handy.

Republicans really wanted to target Stabenow’s seat in 2006. Senator Elizabeth Dole is the chair of the National Republican Senatorial Committee, and she once called Stabenow one of her top three targets for 2006. It would appear that any likely opponents won’t have the muscle in Michigan, where the GOP has lately been as organized as an Enron filing cabinet.

At least Stabenow has provided her opponent with a great photograph to use. The GOP may lose, but there’s no reason to not tell the truth with a lot of help from Debbie.

Fun fact: Debbie Stabenow and Ted Kennedy once agreed to split a cab, and, thanks to the laws of physics, ended up doing exactly that.