The Storms

Well, we made it through last night’s storms unscathed. No one is hurt, and we have power, air conditioning, cable and Internets! YAY for human innovation!

I tell ya, I’ve NEVER seen storms such as the ones I saw last night. Frankly, I didn’t even realize we were headed for Stormpocalypse. It wasn’t until the lights began to flicker at the house, and the Internets decided to blow up, that I realized something was amiss.

The Redhead and I stood in front of the impossibly large living room window in our house, and watched the lightning light up the sky and the wind abuse the trees in our very green neighborhood. A large limb came crashing down from our roof right in front of the window, and the Redhead jumped back, and out of the room, screaming, “ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE!”

I wasn’t concerned until I realized I had to pick up Teeny from work. Teeny works at a large mall, approximately 12 miles from our house. The option was to either take Rt. 50 West or I-66 West. My first thought was Rt. 50. It would be quiet that time of night, and I knew I-66 had construction going on. As I got into the left turn lane to get on 50 West, I realized some impossible fuckmonkey had the entire exit blocked. He had apparently taken a wrong turn, and instead of simply driving a block on 50 and taking a U-turn, he thought it might be best to back out of the exit, thereby blocking it – back onto the road from which he had just turned. Back out. In the rain. With tree limbs flying all around. In the dark.

I decided it was safer for all involved if I just drove past and took the I-66 exit. It was definitely safer for the massive dildo who was blocking the exit trying to back out in the dark and torrential downpour (I had this compulsion to jump out of my car, and take a tire iron to his head), and it was safer for me (I had no desire to wind up in jail on assault charges). So I drove a few blocks further and got on I-66 West.

Big fucking mistake. Huge.

As soon as I got on the highway, I realized that a) there was traffic – a shit ton of it and b) it was all stalled because the entire Interstate was littered with trees. Not just limbs and leaves. Trees. Huge massive downed trees blocking several lanes at one time.  Not only that, but the geniuses at VDOT had scheduled highway road work for that night, and decided to SHUT. DOWN. THE. ENTIRE. INTERSTATE. leaving only one tiny shoulder for this mass of traffic to use. Never mind that no road work could be done in this storm. There was no equipment or construction workers in sight. So technically, they could have just opened the highway back up – at least until the storms left the area – to allow traffic to pass, especially considering it was already in a snag thanks to the fallen trees. But no. They dispatched one State Trooper to sit there and watch to ensure that no one traversed the construction barrels that were blocking off the entire Interstate, even though no roadwork could be done in those storms. They closed off the highway for no reason, and the State Trooper sat there and watched everyone struggle to get through this mess.

We’re from the government, and we’re here to help.

Motherfuckers.

It took me nearly an hour to drive the 12 miles to pick up Teeny from work. I swore that I wouldn’t take I-66 back. Too many fallen trees. Besides, I needed to fill up, so I decided to take Rt. 50 home and stop at a gas station en route.

BAAAAD idea.

Big fucking mistake. Huge.

1) The cops had blocked off every left turn, because the traffic lights were fried by the storm. After several circumventive (yes, I just made this word up. Shut up.) measures, I finally got onto Rt. 50, but every single solitary gas station had closed. Not a single one operating.

Wow.

Well, we got home anyway, and I had about a teaspoon of gas left. I figured I’d fill up in the morning.

Big fucking mistake. Huge.

I promised Cara Ellison and her daughter that I would take them to the Pentagon and show them around.  I had planned on filling up and picking them up around noon.  Only two problems:

1) Every gas station in the area was still non-operational

2) Since all the street lights were out, every left turn was blocked. The authorities literally decided that it was easier to not allow anyone to make a left turn than to post a cop at every dead intersection.

Guess what turn we had to make to get to Cara’s house! Just guess!

At this point, my car was running on little more than fumes, and there was only one operational traffic light where I could make a left turn. Only one problem: the intersection before that one was blocked off with traffic cones, indicating to motorists: DO NOT TURN LEFT HERE!!!  Did they care? Nope! They circumvented the cones and blocked traffic in the process, waiting for all the cars going in the opposite direction to pass, so they could make their (prohibited) left turn. Because obviously where they needed to go was much more important than anyone else’s destination. Think that caused a back-up? It certainly did!

I finally made it to the intersection at which I could actually make a left turn – after much cursing and screaming and hitting the steering wheel, and scaring both munchkins half to death. The next step was to find gas.

Not a single working gas station to be found.

I texted Cara and asked if there was a single operational gas station by her house. She said she knew of one, so after I picked her up, that is where we went.

Big fucking mistake. Huge.

The single, solitary Exxon that was open had four different entrances from four different sides, with cars trying to get in and get gas from every entrance. Lines to the gas pumps were beginning to block the streets, and the station was running out of gas. I wasn’t around for the fuel shortages of the 1970s, but I imagine this was a taste of what that fiasco was like back then.

The first pumps to go were the cheapest “Regular” ones. Did that stop the Great Unwashed from sucking every drop of the cheap gas from those pumps? Of course not!  Do you know what happens when a pump gets low? It slows to a trickle. So imagine a Toyota minivan filling up for 20 minutes, topping off, while everyone else sits around in 100 degree heat waiting for him to get done. And he wasn’t the only one. Another douchebag did exactly the same thing. The pump apparently dribbled gas into his tank, while he calmly cleaned out trash from his trunk and watched slackjawed as everyone else waited for him to get done.

It took an hour for us to get to the pump. I bought just enough gas to get us out of there and back on the road, somehow managed to weave my way out of the gas station, and we finally made it to the Pentagon.

A few observations from the fiasco.

It was instructive to see the operators of the Exxon do absolutely nothing to maintain positive control of the traffic flow on their property. Instead of blocking off entrances that caused jams, and controlling the flow of traffic into the station from a single direction, they simply stood by and shrugged as motorists attempted to maneuver themselves to the pumps.

It was interesting to watch tempers flare. An Audi trying to get at a pump wound up blocking the exit from the Exxon. Another motorist yelled at him to move back and allow him enough room to maneuver back to the street. The driver of the Audi just stood there with a look on his face I could probably describe as a monkey fucking a football until several other people ganged up on him and began yelling at him to back up.

The people in Arlington have no concept of how to behave at an intersection in which traffic lights are not operational. In any civilized society, the intersection would be treated like a 4-way stop sign. Oh no. Not around here. Whenever we stopped at an intersection to allow folks going in the opposite direction to take their turn and pass, invariably some third-world monkey cab driver would simply blow through the intersection without consideration for others. Several others would follow him, blocking anyone who was polite enough to stop and allow the cross traffic to pass from actually taking their turn. It was do or die.

I remember driving in Kosovo during my deployment and joking around that traffic laws were merely suggestions in that third-world shithole. This was no joke. The third-worlders reverted to their pre-civilization ways and were literally wreaking havoc!

Suggestion to Arlington County: next time spend a little extra money and post cops at the busiest intersections with traffic light outages! You tax us enough to be able to afford paying them a bit of overtime in order to avoid the idiocy we saw today.

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Octomom loves ObamaCare

Not satisfied with turning her reproductive giblets into a clown car, shitting out 14 fuck trophies she couldn’t afford and then neglecting them, the attention whore known as Octomom has made a porn video in which she pleasures herself.

I’ll wait for you to finish vomiting. Go ahead.

While I’m sure that there are probably a handful of creeps living in their moms’ basements who will rub one (or more) out to this crazy twat’s bid for yet more attention, her absurd pleas for relevance are getting really old. She can’t afford to actually care for her crotchfruit, so she has famously neglected them, forcing them to live in squalor and squat outside like animals.  Neglect = news.

She filed for bankruptcy, because somehow she could afford to shit out 14 pups through in-vitro, but apparently had no marketable skills to actually take are of them. Bankruptcy = news.

Apparently the only part of her body that is actually capable of making money is her vajayjay, so she’s using her already overused plumbing to make porn movies.  Masturbation when you’re Octomom = news.

I’ll wait for you to finish yet another round of regurgitation. Go ahead.

So this worthless cuntwart, who somehow managed to convince a doctor to artificially inseminate her and shat out two litters, and who is living off society, because she’s too stupid and lazy to get a job that doesn’t actually involve her vagina, is now pontificating on ObamaCare.

With a huge family, she said her medical expenses were exorbitant.

“No one should pay a dollar for health care,” she said. “It’s imparative [sic] and a very important law — like the driver’s license. A lot will change with me. I’m spending up to $2,000 a month on health care.”

However, even if Suleman didn’t have to spend a dime on doctor visits for her massive brood, she said she’d probably still have done her recent porn video.

“I would’ve made the same decision,” she said. “I have more bills to pay than just health care.”

She made the choice to shit out two litters of rugrats – INTENTIONALLY – knowing she had no job and no way of supporting them and likely counting on notoriety and attention and maybe a reality show to provide needed resources to raise said litters.

And she thinks she should receive health care for free. She believes that people who worked hard in college and medical school, who put up with grueling hours, exams and incredibly challenging academics, whose skills are in demand and relatively rare, because not everyone can do what they can do and maintain their sanity – she believes those people should be forced to give her those skills FOR FREE. She believes she deserves their hard work, experience, mind, blood, sweat and tears without having to”pay a dollar” while she shits out more kids and relies on others to pay for their upkeep.  And she believes the government should force you, me and every other taxpayer to pay for her tendency to create an entire generation of welfare recipients!

And “like the driver’s license” ???????

What the flying, blithering, vomiting fuck????

So thanks once again, SCOTUS, Zero and every felching piece of gonorrhea that has voted for him!  THIS IS WHAT WE ARE SUPPORTING.

Go ahead. Puke up the last vestiges of food you’ve had during the past 24 hours. I’ll wait.

 

 

Not surprising – DOJ moves to shield Holder

House holds Holder in contempt of Congress. Zero asserts executive privilege over a case he apparently “knew nothing about.” Case goes to…

Justice Department.

The contempt vote technically opened the door for the House to call on the U.S. attorney for the District of Columbia to bring the case before a grand jury. But because U.S. Attorney Ronald Machen works for Holder and because President Obama has already asserted executive privilege over the documents in question, some expected Holder’s Justice Department to balk.

Deputy Attorney General James Cole confirmed in a letter to House Speaker John Boehner that the department in fact would not pursue prosecution. The attorney general’s withholding of documents pertaining to Operation Fast and Furious, he wrote, “does not constitute a crime.”

“Therefore the department will not bring the congressional contempt citation before a grand jury or take any other action to prosecute the attorney general,” Cole wrote, in the letter obtained by Fox News.

Not shocking or unexpected from the corruption-ridden DOJ.

Now it’s time to bring this case to civil court and kick Zero, Holder and that entire morally bankrupt crew, including the jackholes who walked out on the contempt vote in the collective labia.

And good for Darrell Issa for dropping the details about the “secret” wiretap application in the Congressional Record. If Zero can use executive privilege as a loophole to shield that arrogant, corrupt piece of shit Attorney General of his, Issa can certainly use the Speech or Debate Clause in the Constitution to let the public know just how corrupt this repugnant administration is!

The May 24 letter to Rep. Elijah Cummings (D-Md.), ranking member on the panel, quotes from and describes in detail a secret wiretap application that has become a point of debate in the GOP’s “Fast and Furious” gun-walking probe.

The wiretap applications are under court seal, and releasing such information to the public would ordinarily be illegal. But Issa appears to be protected by the Speech or Debate Clause in the Constitution, which offers immunity for Congressional speech, especially on a chamber’s floor.

According to the letter, the wiretap applications contained a startling amount of detail about the operation, which would have tipped off anyone who read them closely about what tactics were being used.

Holder and Cummings have both maintained that the wiretap applications did not contain such details and that the applications were reviewed narrowly for probable cause, not for whether any investigatory tactics contained followed Justice Department policy.

The wiretap applications were signed by senior DOJ officials in the department’s criminal division, including Deputy Assistant Attorney General Jason Weinstein, Deputy Assistant Attorney General Kenneth Blanco and another official who is now deceased.

Oops!

 

No, it doesn’t make it any better

I’ve seen several attempts to make excuses for Chief Justice John Roberts‘ defection to the left on the SCOTUS ObamaCare decision.  I liken this to trying to extract bits of corn out of a bowlful of diarrhea.

Law upheld, Supreme Court’s reputation for neutrality maintained. Commerce clause contained, constitutional principle of enumerated powers reaffirmed.

– Charles Krauthammer

There is a very real chance for the Constitution to be the reason for 0bamacare to be repealed.

According to Art. 1, Sec. 7, “All bills for raising revenue shall originate in the House of Representatives; but the Senate may propose or concur with amendments as on other Bills.”

The House version of the Affordable Care Act bill failed in the Senate. Then the Senate proposed a separate bill that the House deemed passed. This was then signed into law as the current Affordable Care Act.

This was possible because there was no tax increase in the bill, just a fine.

However, Chief Justice Robert’s opinion has invalidated the claim that the individual mandate is a fine, but asserted it is actually a tax.

As such, the Senate bill violates Art. 1, Sec. 7 because a tax originated in the Senate in direct violation of the Constitution.

– A commenter on this blog

Here’s what really occurred — payback. Yes, payback for Obama’s numerous, ill-advised and childish insults directed toward SCOTUS.

Chief Justice Roberts actually ruled the mandate, relative to the commerce clause, was unconstitutional. That’s how the Democrats got Obama-care going in the first place. This is critical. His ruling means Congress can’t compel American citizens to purchase anything. Ever. The notion is now officially and forever, unconstitutional. As it should be.

– I. M. Citizen

Oh, and this is my favorite one: Roberts wasn’t in his right mind.

“Let’s talk about Roberts. I’m going to tell you something that you’re not going to hear anywhere else, that you must pay attention to. It’s well known that Roberts, unfortunately for him, has suffered from epileptic seizures. Therefore he has been on medication. Therefore neurologists will tell you that medication used for seizure disorders, such as epilepsy, can introduce mental slowing, forgetfulness and other cognitive problems. And if you look at Roberts’ writings you can see the cognitive dissociation in what he is saying,” Michael Savage said on his radio program this evening.

No. OK?  Just no.

Despite some limiting language on the Commerce Clause, which has been used to extend congressional tentacles on every aspect of our lives, the fact remains that SCOTUS affirmed the Congressleeches’ right to penalize us via taxation every time we don’t make purchases they want us to make, or alternately make purchases they don’t want us to make!

Don’t like celery? Too bad. You’ll purchase at least 3 lbs. of it per month, or you’ll have a little problem with the IRS that will cost you $35.

Eat too much pizza? Welcome to the pizza tax. Every time you inhale that pepperoni and bacon pie, you will pay a “small” levy for the government to take care of those who can’t control their eating habits and get sick from being morbidly obese. After all, we must all take care of one another!

Smoke? Yeah, your taxes will go up exponentially.

Booze? Congress will impose a small tax on you for alcohol treatment for those who can’t afford it.

And by the way, you will be REQUIRED to visit an HHS approved doctor at least twice a year. For your own good, of course, because preventive care is important to keeping costs down. If you don’t, well… you’ll pay another tax.

Gum is good for you. It keeps your teeth clean and breaks up plaque. You must purchase it. So sayeth Congress and the insurance companies.

Get it?

The power to tax is the power to destroy — John Marshall