Track-A-’Crat: The Roll Call of Democratic Delinquency

Guys, Hot Air is conducting a poll to decide the Obamateurism of the Year.

Miraculously, they’ve narrowed the choices down from infinity to eight.

Go forth and vote!

Yeah, I know that everyone and his dog is crapping all over Janet Napolitano’s invisible intelligence (click here for easily the best title on the ‘net -- yes, the whole ‘net -- regarding her claim that some random Euro beating up the poor little Nigerian is proof positive that DHS anti-terror measures are working better than ever), but I’d like to analyze a different aspect of the interview.

Namely, WTF is she wearing?

Since when has the turtleneck plus tan leather jacket (almost certainly a fake, too, judging by its plasticky appearance and sh*te hang) combo ever been a good idea?  Has Jan not bought any clothes since the 1970s?  Or was she deliberately going for the oldschool porno look?

What a frackin’ mess.  And let’s not even get started on her toilet-brush haircut, either.

If someone can’t be trusted to dress themselves without *cough*Michelle Obama*cough* f*cking it all up to hell and back, don’t put them in charge of the nation’s security, Barry.

Read some of the comments over at I Hate The Media (linked to above), should you go over there.  Napolitano really is only a hair-net away from being the ultimate personification of the school dinner lady…

PS -- Should Jan be the next comrade to be chucked under the bus, guess where some people think she might resurface.  Makes perfect sense, really, for this administration.

Christmas, as ever, was awesome (well, aside from the nine hours that it took me to do the five hour drive from DC to NC) – I hope it was for y’all, too.

If there was one thing that would’ve come in handy, though, it would’ve been a Christmas bonus from work.  See, the wife and I normally go shopping very rarely (crowds kinda drive me insane, so I find it best to avoid them altogether), but we went berserk about two weeks before Christmas.

Really, we barely saw anything we didn’t like that we didn’t buy.  Which has basically been my attitude towards food and alcohol for the past six weeks, as well.  Healthy all around!

Anyway, after our two-person shopping rampage, some extra cash would’ve been handy.  So it must be nice to be one of the 12 – warning, a universe-threatening paradox follows – “top executives” at Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac who received $42 million in Wall Street-style compensation packages for 2009.

Which is not at all bad when your sinecure essentially entails doing nothing but spraying money at anything that holds/wants/is thinking about a mortgage.

I guess Chuck “Schmuck” Schumer must’ve been correct all along when he said in 2005 that,

I think Fannie and Freddie over the years have done an incredibly good job and are an intrinsic part of making Americans the best-housed people in the world.

He sure got that right.  Many Americans are housed so well that they’re residing in abodes that they could and can never afford.

So Merry Christmas to those who are living large through what the government has stolen from those of us responsible enough to keep our desires in check!

And a Happy New Year to their enablers at Fannie and Freddie (which are now also the proud recipients of unlimited financial assistance from the government)!

You’ll have noticed that posts have slowed down over the past few days, and there probably won’t be any more for another few days now, as well (but, to immediately contradict myself, there just might be one or two tomorrow, as the project I’m working on at my real job is insanely boring).

I’m driving down to NC after work tomorrow, and am returning to DC on Sunday.  As with last Christmas, I’ll be spending it with my wife, her dad, her two sisters and their husbands.  Pretty sure that it’ll be awesome again.

I hope that you all have a wonderful Christmas.  Amongst all the drinking, eating, presents and everything else, I’ll offer up some prayers for my family and friends, and for all of you – though I’ve met only a handful of you in person, I truly look forward to reading your comments and emails whenever they appear.

Merry Christmas, everyone!

PS – You’ll probably have also noticed the new Facebook thingy on the right-hand side of the site.  I’ve no idea how I’m going to use it yet: I generally detest Facebook and never use it in my real life, but I have some kinda vague idea that it might prove slightly useful in generating some traffic…  So, why not click the icon and befriend me?  What have you got to lose?

OK, so it took a whole three hours for me to breakdown and do another post, but this one’s worth it.

Remaining true to his organizing roots, Barry got some community groups to oversee White House Christmas decorations (because he finds the whole, ugh, Christianity of the thing off-putting, perhaps?), led by Simon Doonan, the creative director of Barney’s New York, who,

has often caused a stir with his design choices. Like his naughty yuletide window display of Margaret Thatcher as a dowdy dominatrix and Dan Quayle as a ventriloquist’s dummy.

So he’s one classy guy, then.

And guess what?

The One managed to f*ck this up, too!  Can this doofus wipe his own a*s or does he need that to be supervised, as well?

Really, is there anything he touches/looks at/goes near that doesn’t turn to sh*t?

All hail the man with the reverse Midas touch.

Rolland Burris’ titanic contribution to the healthcare debacle was to deliver his own rendition of ‘Twas The Night Before Christmas on the Senate floor today.

Moron.  Moron.  Moron.

Well, what else would you expect from a man who -- no joke -- named his children Rolanda and Roland II?

He still has a ways to go before he matches George Foreman, though, who magnificently named his male children George Jr., George III, George IV, George V and George VI. Way to make your kids feel like unique and worthwhile individuals in their own right, there, George.

Err.

Um.

At least the guy was an off-duty police officer, I guess.

No, wait.  Does that make it any better?

See, far as I’m concerned, there’s no such thing as police brutality when it comes to wailing on criminals, convicted or otherwise.  The police should be allowed a few shots gratis, since criminals invariably run from/resist/shoot at them. 

But since when does throwing snowballs warrant pulling out a gun?

Granted, the group was kinda big, and they all look like adults rather than kids, but does this guy reach for his persuader when he sees a litterbug?

Doubtless they’re all also Democrats (this took place in DC), though, so it could have been a valuable lesson for them about the impending police state that is being ushered in under the glorious reign of The One, and not his much-maligned predecessor.

Keep your eyes peeled around the 0:44 seconds mark…

Modeling the most douche-tastic look that I think I’ve ever seen, above, is Desiree Rogers.

She is, ahem, the Busiest Woman in Washington, as you’ll no doubt recall, and the person responsible for letting a couple of randoms crash Barry’s party the other week.

There are certain things about which it is unnecessary to know anything more than your gut instinct.  One is tofu.  Another is Michael Moore.

And then there is anyone who uses the collar-grabbed, lips-pursed, or eyebrows-raised look that just screams, “I’m better than you. Serfs.”

Those looks are bad enough individually, yet Desiree Rogers here achieves what was previously thought impossible by amalgamating them all into one grotesque display of unwarranted superiority.

As far as the anatomy of a douchebag goes, this guy ain’t got nuthin’ on Ms. Rogers.

UPDATE I: I’ve just woken up and p*ssed myself off all over again by glancing at this moron.  Why is she holding her collar like that?  What does it achieve?  Was there a chilly breeze inside the room where the pic was taken?  Or is it officially “cool”?

UPDATE II: Though now The First African-American White House Social Secretary, for which we must all give eternal thanks, Rogers was previously, and I quote,

president of Social Networking for Allstate Financial.

What, I hear you ask, the f*ck is one of those?

I don’t have a clue, but Desiree’s so awesome that she was the president of it.  Judging from that press release, however, it’s pretty clear that she was paid to arse around on Facebook, MySpace, Twitter and the wider web all day long.  Which is about as productive as anything ever “achieved” by diversity officers, another artificial job construct from the pit of socialism that is now somehow critical to a company’s success.  It was also a newly created position, just for Desiree, so a huge dollop of cronyism was doubtlessly involved.  Ah, the Chicago way…

Standard mental people are bad enough, but sadistic crazies fueled by righteous religious fervor?

Oy.

You’ll have probably already seen that Iran has supposedly taken control of an oil well in southern Iraq.  A US military spokesman has said that,

There has been no violence related to this incident and we trust this will be resolved through peaceful diplomacy between the governments of Iraq and Iran.

When they’re not screaming at each other for being heretics and threatening to stone each other’s mother to death, of course.  As bad as whatever motivation underlay Iran’s decision to seemingly invade Iraq undoubtedly is (forcing the price of oil up?  Messing with al-Maliki?  Humiliating Barry?  Insanity?), I don’t consider it to be the most disturbing aspect of this incident.

That lies elsewhere.  If this is what it appears to be, China – whose existence I’m currently than… thank… thankful for, given their intention to scuttle any Copenhagan agreement – will be watching very closely.  In the 60 years since the CCP slaughtered its way to power, circumstances have never been more favorable for them to finally overwhelm the ROC.  If Iran persists in this illegal war against human rights (note: sarc), the US reaction is going to be critical.

Enjoy however much time you have left as an independent, though largely unrecognized, nation-state, Taiwan.  Either China’s gonna invade during Barry’s term, or Zero will just hand you over on a silver platter in return for debt forgiveness.

How would you prefer to be shafted?

I love the smell of trepidatious communists in the morning.

Barry wee-wee’d off the Right with his incessant socialism.  Then he wee-wee’d off the Center with his fixation on big government and big taxes.  And now – oh joy of joys – he’s even succeeding in wee-weeing off the Left.

Friends of the Earth’s supreme enviromaniac, Erich Pica, has slammed Zero, saying that:

This speech appears to be more of a face-saving exercise for President Obama than an attempt to unite countries around a truly planet-saving agreement.

Ha!

Copenhagen just gets better and better.  We have Russia accusing the UK’s Meteorology Office of manipulating the “data” behind the AGW hoax, and China steadfastly refusing to consider an agreement that will damage its economy.  African nations are p*ssed about a plan by the democracies to force them to do more in the Global War on Carbon, beyond simply taking our money and lavishing it all on new palaces/Mercedes/weapons for themselves.  It increasingly appears that Barry has staked his credibility on another trip abroad to achieve precisely nothing.

And, outside of the conference halls where the world’s leaders conspire to rob us blind, lots of enviro-loons have received a taste of good, old-fashioned law and order, all against the backdrop of possibly the first white Christmas in Denmark in 14 years.

Barry has precious little time to achieve anything substantive before the Republicans slash the Democrat’s stranglehold on power next year (and he’s wasting it on pointless PR exercises like this).  Once that happens, his whole agenda, his fervent desire to make the rich poor, and the poor poorer, is gone.  Barry is incapable of doing a Clinton and moderating himself, having never known anything other than the deepest, darkest recesses of the far-Left.

The humbling of the most hubristic man on the planet awaits us.