Obama to Trump: Stop Whining

I'm so glad the President spelled it out like this:

Obama Rips Republicans for Attitude Problem

"I don't get no respect!"

Republicans are playing the Rodney Dangerfield card, and acting just like a bunch of whiny, sullen teenagers while holding the nation hostage to their demented anti-everybody agenda. Here's the quote that the President refers to, and here's the video of Obama speaking in Maryland yesterday:




And here's House Speaker John Boehner, getting a mite testy over a quote in the Wall Street Journal:



So which one seems like the grown-up in the room?  I ask you.

And as Rachel reminds us vividly (isn't videotape wonderful?), this is not the first time that Boehner and others of his tribe have tried to subvert the government and ruin millions of people's lives in a goddamned cry-baby tantrum fit.

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Whiner Alert: Bus Ad Hurts My Feelings

The Washington, D.C., Metro Weekly, an LGBT paper, reports this December 12 post from Full Equality Now's website:

The bus is a particularly painful place for these advertisements to be located, as they cannot be avoided. Because of these advertisements, countless LGBT citizens are forced to stare down discrimination as they board the bus to go somewhere or are even passed by an advertisement on the street. The irony is that public buses were the birthplace of another struggle for equality under law not too long ago. For LGBT citizens to have to experience discriminatory messages as they go about their daily life is unacceptable and must be stopped. For this reason, we demand that WMATA remove all advertisements posted by Stand for Marriage DC as soon as is possible.

What I Say:  Oh fuck you, Miss Mary.  What a whining, sniveling complaint - just like the Princess and the Pea.  This is a democracy, not a gay Disneyland; every political ad in the whole freaking world is "offensive" to somebody - grow up and deal with it, honey.  And buy a case of Kleenex, if you're that pitiful and sensitive; you'll need a lot of them in this cruel world.

Your Head Trucker is seconded by the Gay and Lesbian Activists Alliance - who express themselves more politely:

As supporters of civil marriage equality, we also embrace the principle of free speech enshrined in the First Amendment to the U.S. Constitution, which makes our own advocacy possible. Indeed, the then-named Gay Activists Alliance thirty years ago won a court battle against WMATA for the right to place educational posters in Metro buses with the message, 'Someone In Your Life Is Gay.' WMATA is a quasi-governmental body and is thus subject to the First Amendment. We, the undersigned, therefore urge you to reject the misguided censorship advocated by Full Equality Now DC.

Those Damn Women Voters!

October, 1909 2009:  Straight white male whines on video that the "downside" of equality is that women get to vote . . . and tend to vote liberal.  Same goes for blacks and young people.  He didn't mention teh gayz, but well, you know how they are.

Geez, ain't it just a cryin' shame, boys?

From the Wall Street Journal:

Here is a brief list of the truths Mr. Derbyshire wishes us to face: that human nature is not infinitely malleable or even tameable; that biology increasingly really does seem to be destiny; that Diversity (his capital D) does not strengthen societies but makes them worryingly fissiparous; that foreigners cannot be trusted to share our interests; that Americans with different skin colors demonstrably prefer segregation to integration; that higher education is an expensive racket designed to certify worker bees (because Diversity prohibits other forms of screening); and that the wellsprings of American music, poetry and literature have dried up. "Happy talk and wishful thinking," Mr. Derbyshire says, "are for children, fools, and leftists."

So wipe that stupid grin off your face, pal!  Oh for the good old days, when everybody knew their place . . . at the foot of the Great White Heterosexual God . . . when Father Knew Best . . . . and Mother didn't open her mouth.

Some Days

Woke up with a toothache that's been with me a few days, and will probably require some major dental work to fix. Got a bunch of bills to pay. The birds out back are eating up my tomato plants. The weather is so hot, it's exhausting just to go to the store and back. And yada, yada, yada. I know, I know, these are very minor complaints in the big scheme of things. I'm just in a real blah mood today. And my tooth hurts.

Some days, you just get really, really tired of hearing about all the foolishness in the world. Just scanning around on some of the news blogs, today I see there's been a shooter at the Holocaust Museum in D.C.; a pregnant woman, HIV+, jailed in Maine till her due date because the judge thinks that's the best way to protect her baby; some fundamentalist has smeared prayer and holy oil around the room where Sotomayor's confirmation hearing will take place; a Kentucky pastor is planning a guns-for-Jesus service at his church; Pat Robertson says most gay men are gay because they were molested by teachers and coaches as kids; and down in Austin, the cops tasered a 72-year-old granny during a traffic stop for using profanity and resisting arrest. I'm too lazy right now to add the URL's to all these stories, guess you guys can find them easily enuf if you want to.

Some days, you just wonder if there's any point in even speaking out about all the stupidity and cruelty in the world; because it seems so wide and so unstoppable. Like old King Canute stretching out his arm to stop the advance of the ocean tide; he did that to teach his followers a lesson. Guess you can google that up too if you want to read about it.

Some days, you just wonder if there's any point in giving a damn, because so many millions of other people don't. And you know from reading history that there never was a time when everybody was happy and contented and peaceable with their neighbors; we like to think there was a golden age back there somewhere in some Mayberry place, but there wasn't. Not ever.

Some days, you feel very small and inconsequential and totally useless in the scheme of things; just one grain of sand, not even a pebble, on the immense cosmic shore between time and eternity, a bit of dust blown by the winds of fate and circumstance to who knows where.

Some days, you can't even imagine escaping to a nice deserted island far from the madding crowd; because you know you'd be bored to tears, and miserable without the internet, Diet Coke, or air conditioning. Or even a studly native boy to keep you company.

Some days, you feel like a miserable old grouch. And then you glance in the mirror and realize you even look like a miserable old grouch. And you understand with a flash of recognition how all the other old geezer grumps you've known in your life got to be that way.

Some days, you look back over your life up to date and wonder what was that all about, because damned if you can see a point or purpose to it all, this tangled mess of hopes and wishes, frustrations and disappointments, all the good intentions gone haywire that brought you to this day.

Some days, it's better to just stay home, shut up, and not even wonder why life sucks so bad.

Some days, you feel very guilty for being such a whiner.

Some days, you just can't help it.

Some days, you wake up with a toothache . . . .

Whiner Alert: Crash Survivors Not Happy

As Joe.My.God. reports, some survivors of that miraculous US Airways splash-landing on the Hudson are bitching and moaning that they didn't get enough swag for surviving. The airline sent each passenger a check for five grand, plus free first-class upgrades for a year.

But was that enough to satisfy everyone? Oh no baby, we deserve more!

What they deserve is a swift kick in the ass. Jeezus. Sometimes I think I want to get even further away from civilization than I am out here on the prairie, ya know?