Henry Waxman: Scary
Yeah, you got me.
There’s no good reason, other than personal vindictiveness, as to why I juxtaposed photos of Henry Waxman (D-CA) and Michael Jackson.
But if an anonymous blog (well, except for all of you who know my name) isn’t an excuse to make fun at other people’s expense, then I don’t know what is.
Lots of dweebs get into politics because (a) they might actually be able to then score with members of the opposite – or same – sex, (b) they might laden themselves down with loadsa money or (c) they hope to achieve both of the previous two options.
Public service used to figure into the equation, but that one got dropped eons ago, once politicians realized that self-service was much more to their tastes.
Waxman, however, is not only in politics for the drugs, sex and rock n’ roll.
He’s the useful idiot discharged with the responsibility of crashing the US economy once and for all – via the huge con/enrichment scheme for friends of the Democratic Party/complete bollocks known as cap and trade.
And he freely admits that he doesn’t know what he’s doing.
You know what made me feel slightly better, though, the other day?
I was at the Andrews Air Force Base aerial display last Sunday and bore witness to the awesomeness of the F-22 Raptor.
Oh Lordy, do those things kick unholy a*s. While drooling over their unmatched capacity to rain down death and destruction on our enemies, I heard a wonderful sound, as pleasurable as Beethoven’s Symphony No. 9 Choral (no, I haven’t just plucked some random piece out of the air, I do listen to it quite obsessively).
It was the sound of the F-22 shredding the air around it, making it scream in agony and fear, over and over and over again.
And it was a beautiful thing to behold.
UPDATE: I wrote this post before Michael Jackson’s death, so please don’t bombard me with any righteously furious emails about it…
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May 22nd, 2009 at 17:22
Ludwig van’s memorable chorale, me droogies. Freude! Freude! A memorable piece of music to viddie our nation’s instuments of the old Ultra Violence, droog!
How art thou, Henry W., thou globby bottle of cheap, stinking chip oil? Come and get one in the yarbles, if you have any yarbles, you eunuch jelly thou!
Or, as Gethner says to us at tax time, “Can ye spare some cutter, me brothers?”
May 22nd, 2009 at 20:22
…by the way, good juxtaposition. It is sublimely pervrse. I wonder if Henry has enough cartilage left to get a nose job. I know Michael does not.
May 25th, 2009 at 22:22
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June 12th, 2009 at 23:43
Waxman, Waxoff… Who could be with this guy without serious barbituate consumption?
Seriously…I’m willing to give my fair share of methane to convert to electricity. Just show up at my house on taco night.
June 13th, 2009 at 13:40
Enjoy the tacos while we’re still allowed ‘em, Sandy. How long before they’re deemed WMD?
And how long before night-time baseball games are called off because of the electrical consumption of all the lights?
And so on and so on…
It’s a dim future.
January 16th, 2010 at 05:12
Rope, Tree, Little henry douche bag. Some assembly required.
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January 16th, 2010 at 14:59
Hate speech, Glenn!