Blackuary 7, 1478 - The Birth of Sheer Stupidity

On this day in 1478, Saint Thomas More was birthed. I use the title of this blog post not to describe More, but the movement that was spawned from his work of fiction that described "No Place Land."

As a brief aside, Sir Thomas More was executed for refusing to acknowledge Barry Obama as the Supreme Head of the Catholic Church and to bow to Michelle Obama as his Queen. Oh, sorry, I am getting my history mixed up, it was actually Henry VIII (Dumbass-England) and his wife, Anne Boleyn, but it is weird that last week, Barry Obama told the Catholic Church that he was now the Pope.

You see, More's book was written to show the futility of an existence devoid of individual salvation. More actually penned EVERY SINGLE "Progressive" idea in this book to pinpoint the stupidity of it. There are many, many interpretations of More's work of fiction, but NONE come close to being the end-all to the explanation without assuming that More was a moron. Personally, I think that the Catholic Church doesn't offer Saint status to morons, but certainly "Progressives" think that any Catholic is a moron. Just curious, why would every land, geographic notation, or character be named something like, "dispenser of nonsense?" Just can't make sense of that, y'all.

Anyhoo, the book was written and now we have all of the stuff that More pointed out as silly becoming part and parcel of Democrat ideology. You see, Democrats are only capable of embracing stupid stuff and racism will always develop from anything that they embrace. Understand, every time a Democrat passes legislation, Black people die.

And if you are even remotely curious as to what was actually developed as fallout from Sir Thomas More writing "Utopia," consider the writings of the Royal Society and follow the corruption and the leanings toward WEALTH REDISTRIBUTION. Oh, you must connect the dots from a book published in 1516 and the email coverup at the University of East Anglia.

If you can't make that connection, just ask.

Liberty and Tyranny - I Can Read!

There has been much, much publicity surrounding this book, so I made a special trip to Borders to grab it with my free six million dollar gift card. Seems that I did not need that much. Cover price is twenty bucks with a thirty percent discount.

You might say, "That is not much money for a hardcover book!" It is not a very big book, it took me four hours to read it. It shall take quite a bit longer for me to research the footnotes, but I am going to start that tonight.

In case you are unaware, Mark Levin is an attorney. The true story is in the footnotes in ANYTHING that an attorney writes. Most people refer to this as "the fine print." Get with the program, the truth is in the links.

Anyhoo, the book is a very simple read. Nothing in the book is earth-shattering, all concepts are stuff that an intelligent fourth grade student KNEW when I was growing up. In other words, to the Statist, as Levin calls them, everything contained within is SHEER HERESY.

This book is a very good book to give to your leftist friends. Cheap, simple to read, and everything is completely apparent to even the most dense reader. There is no possible way to debate the things contained within, they are simple facts that are easily understood.

But, to call this book something that is going to transform the world is laughable. The only idea I have of even why this book was written was to inform those people on the left, known to us as "morons," on the way things really are. They will not read it unless you give it to them. Give it to them, maybe you can transform ONE person with the book.

If you want to order it, it is on Amazon for less than fourteen bucks.

Here's Mark Levin's Wiki. He seems like a normal enough guy.

All in all, this book is not adult reading, it is a school book for really young people. Or for "Statists," all of whom have the intellectual capacity of fourth graders.

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Healing America - A "Book" Review

In an act of malicious, unrepentant violence, I was given "Healing America The Life of Senate Majority Leader William H. Frist, M.D." for Christmas.

Advertised as a "biography" but parading as a Harlequin romance novel, this book is sheer, unmitigated GARBAGE. Man, reading this pablum is like picking up the Washington Post and reading a story about Dumbshit Obama!

Avoid this book at all costs! Pick up a Toni Morrison book instead if you would rather read something of substance. Charles Martin was able to take a really smart, good dude and turn him into a something that is covered over in some kinda sticky, syrupy stuff found on the backseat of a 1967 Mustang. I now HATE, HATE, HATE Bill Frist and anyone that can even tolerate him.

Rating: Negative eight grintaplefrillion stars of ONE BRAZILLION stars. Terribleness rivaled only by the record-shattering awfulness of Moby Friggin' Dick.

Every building owned by W Publishing Group should be burned to the ground and all traces of its existence eradicated from this planet.

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Why do you Hate, Hate, Hate your Family?

I have a big weakness, I love books and read all the damn time. I could be watching informative television programs like Adult Swim, Divorce Court, or Orpah, but Hell to the naw, I gotta read.

Since I prefer nonfiction over the Harlequin romances, my choices are generally more limited than the Orpah Book Club reading morons. Anyhoo, this past week when flying up to flatlander country, I purchased The Google Story for my inflight reading pleasure. Dang, if you want to read something to make you realize exactly how ordinary, dumb, and unimaginative you are, crack open that one.

Brief synopsis: two PHD guys at Stanford decided to put down the Dungeons and Dragons twenty-sided die long enough to practically mint a country's GDP. And you are not as smart as those guys. Neither am I, even though I am vastly superior to you in my seemingly unlimited knowledge. Well, seemingly unlimited until I read that damn book.

Anyhoo, anyhoo, I read that book and started looking at all the stuff that Google offers and lo and behold, I realized that us normal folks do not love our families. How did I arrive at that conclusion?

We do not own explosion proof refrigerators. Because we do not care if our families just blow the Hell up.

From THIS Google Product Search. *Click it to get the big one!*

Can someone please tell me why I need to be cowering in the corner, worrying exactly when my damn refrigerator is going to blow up? And exactly how do I go about finding someone that will do nothing except go get me stuff from the refrigerator? The refrigerator that is apparently just itching to blow up the minute that I remove a Caffeine-Free Diet Coke from it.

A very interesting book and story, but we are stupid and poor. So at least we have that going for us.

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Holy Crap! Finally Someone Read "Dreams from my Father!"

It has only taken thirteen years, but finally someone other than me has read Barry Obama's racist screed "Dreams from my Father." I am overjoyed, not only because I hated being alone in the subset of humans that wasted money on that book, but that it was Ann Coulter that read it. (Obviously, she didn't have to pay for the book, so I am probably still in that subset by my lonesome.)

*snip*

from OBAMA'S DIMESTORE 'MEIN KAMPF':

Has anybody read this book? Inasmuch as the book reveals Obama to be a flabbergasting lunatic, I gather the answer is no. Obama is about to be our next president: You might want to take a peek. If only people had read "Mein Kampf" ...

*snip*

HERE's the rest of Ann's article.

Not only that, but I also found an article in the Chicago Tribune that might give you some insight into the blithering stupidity that is Barry Obama. READ THIS.

From the Tribune article, we find out that Barry's mother was an atheist. Self-proclaimed even. Barry's description of his mother, "My mother was a Christian from Kansas." HERE.

Oh, but Hillary lies? Shit, they both do. Every time their mouths move.

Please take the time to read these articles. Please.

Books Bloggers Should Own

And by bloggers, I mean everyone. Everyone should blog.

Get out the checkbook, Homer, it's time to buy some books. These are not suggestions, these are demands. I am not the smartest person in the world and I am most definitely not the richest, but my belief is that people should read more than they write and should listen more than they talk. Women, just try for like twenty-five/seventy-five, on the talk/listen ratio, sorry that is supposed to the listen/talk ratio, we know your limitations and accept them with joy. Trust me, men do understand that you have been dealing with the kids all day and need to talk to an adult. Ha.

1. A damn dictionary. I get so tired of people telling me, "Well, I ran it through the spellchecker." Example, on Hillary's website she is going to "Reign in spending." Every word is spelled correctly, but the word is "rein." Moron. Rain, reign, rein. Get it? HERE.

2. The Elements of Style. It is tiny, too. Chock-full of good stuff. I never use it. HERE.

3. A damn thesaurus. I make the mistake of using the same word over and over. It's a damn miracle that I have a single reader. HERE.

4. The Bible. I run into so many people that argue their opinion into the ground using scripture. That is fine, IF, and only if, you know what you are talking about. I am a "conservative" that tries to follow Biblical teaching. The first thing that someone tries to do to discredit my opinions, is whup out the Bible. Trust me, that isn't the way to beat me down, I'm Catholic, we kinda depart from some of that stuff. HERE's a very nice one.

5. And finally, Atlas Shrugged. It is a gianormous endeavor, but one worth your while. I know plenty of people that despise the book, yet follow closely the basic principles outlined here. To me, it is inspirational and placed a name to everything that I have understood since the age of four. Until I read this book ten years ago, I thought that I was a monster. Now I know who the real monsters are. HERE. (It's got sex and violence, too. You know that you like that.)

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I Can Read! A Book(s) Review

I have a special treat for my reader because I have actually enjoyed a three hour long nap this afternoon and feel awesomatic tonight. I think that I will write a review on the last two books that I have read, yeah! On to the SHOW!

Richard Wright-Black Boy. Oh boy, if ever there is a misnamed tome floating around, this would be the damn one. Dick should have called this book "My Road to Becoming the Biggest Asshole Ever in the History of the Earth and Why I Love, Love, Love Communism!"

Also, I searched every single site on the Internet (there are seventeen as far as you know) for a good image of the actual cover of the book that I read, THAT would show the congruence of these two book reviews, but, alas, there was none worth posting on the entire damn interwebs that fulfilled the high standards of this blog.

Anyhoo, HERE is the Wikipedia page for Dick. It seems that Dick was born in G-d's country, right here in damn Mississippi, which ties this book to today's other one as well. A native of little Roxie, MS, Dick was born into a share-cropper home and grew up po'. And he wrote about it in this damn book. Damn, Dick, you want me to go get your shawl and purse outta the damn truck? What a whining little cry-baby, this guy is. Ooooooo, Dick, you gonna get in trouble for being Black! Well, just kiss my ass from now on! (Get it, gnut?)

This story was obviously written by someone that had absolutely no damn education or common sense at all, but still managed to think that he was better than everyone else. No, he really had no education and the Communists thought that he was an intellectual and kept on his case about it. That gives you another reason to hate Communists because they are so stupid as to think that Richard Wright was an intellectual. The funny thing is that every single reference that he makes to Communism proves that he was a fool. He makes the statement on numerous occasions throughout the course of this mind-numbing drivel that he knows that Communism is the surefire bet on the governmental type lottery. And he was still pushing that agenda when he died in Europe in 1960, even after every single human in the world knew that it was an utter failure. What a dumbass!

So, he bitches and moans throughout the whole book about how bad it was growing up a poor, Black sharecropper's son and then moves to Chicago and joins the dumbest movement ever. Damn, this book is a treatise on how to completely fail at life and become a drain on society in general. And oddly enough, he bitches about the treatment of the Black man by the White man and then goes off and marries a White woman. Hinky, but she WAS an avowed Communist, and this proves that the references to his being Black are secondary to being Communist.

The thing that keeps tripping me out is that "Mississippi Believe It!" still puts him on the state posters for "great" writers, when he hated everything about our great state and everything about our great country. Dick, you suck and I hope that Communists don't even go to Hell for their crimes, I hope there is no afterlife for y'all. Okay, that was harsh.

Opinion: Read this damn book, so you never have to have a conversation with someone that thinks that Richard Wright is a great American and Mississippi writer. He denounced his country and his state. He was French.

Anne Moody-Coming of Age in Mississippi. Damn, I wish that y'all could see the cover of the Dick-Book I read, it is almost exactly like this one. But, that is where the similarities end, well not really. Here is yet another book, by yet another Black writer, that attempts to lump every Black person together and assumes that their experiences are the same because of the color of their skin. Damn, I hate that, but I did like this book. Let me tell you why.

This book starts out with another poor Black person growing up in rural Mississippi and the memories of the era are familiar to me. The experiences that Essie Mae Moody (her real name) had were some of the same that I had growing up as a "white" Catholic in rural Mississippi. Yeah, there was damn bigotry, but it made me better, not worse. These experiences filled the voids in my life, they did not exacerbate them. Remember, I am not now, nor have I ever been, Black. I do not know what that is like, but I do know that as the human race, we pretty much get the same things from the same situations. We can't turn away from the train wrecks, but still we can't stand them either.

For the sake of brevity, I shall refer to Ms. Moody as "EM", that's Essie Mae in case you fell asleep during the last paragraph. HERE's her Wikipedia page. Remember, wiki is bad about information gathering. Her parents were Diddly and Toosweet Moody, not Fred and Elmira. Those are probably just nicknames, but EM's book never refers to them as Fred and Elmira, ever.

Just like Dick, EM had issues as a child. She rarely got along with anyone. My thoughts are that she was searching for a way from the po' side of the tracks and got pissed at everyone that couldn't help her. Instead of using her anger to lift herself up from her bootstraps, she used that anger to lash out at everyone around her. She was a spoiled brat even though she didn't have a pot to piss in. And she hated whitey. That was what was odd to me. When she didn't have anything, she worked as domestic help for WHITE folks that really couldn't afford to pay her and STILL she was bitter, same as Dick. Well, enough about being poor in Mississippi except for this; it really didn't have anything to do with race. It had to do with economics, in my opinion. I really was never hungry, but still I understand, being the offspring of a single mother that rarely got financial help from a very wealthy ex-husband.

My interest lies with her road to a career. She graduated from Tougaloo College, a hotbed of socialism and subversive stuff going on back in the Sixties. Tougaloo is still a hotbed for socialism and subversive activity, but so is every other private college in the Nation. She did however participate in the Woolworths sit-in in Jackson and got her ass kicked. I respect that a whole damn bunch. She did something instead of just whining like the Dickster.

After college, she continued to be an activist and went to work for CORE in Canton, Mississippi during the most volatile times in our state's history. Death threats were not uncommon and she lived in complete fear most of the time, but she was standing up for the right things. Granted, she hated white people, too, but she still moved forward. Oh well, you can't have everything, where the Hell would you put it? Oh, CORE is the Congress for Racial Equality, in case you are white and didn't know that.

After writing all this inflammatory stuff for four hundred twenty pages, she wraps the book up with six pages of nothing but crap. It's more of that touchy-feely stuff that all of the far, far, far leftwing folks spew out. "Let's hop in the Rambler and move to Eutopia" type garbage.

Opinion: Good damn book. Held my interest for the entire read. Read it and know what it is like to date an angry, Black woman. Well, I think that she is actually a lesbian, so you couldn't date her, but that doesn't matter 'cause the lesbians are mad all the time too. Damn mad lesbians.

Final parting thoughts: Why is it when someone grows up poor, and in these cases, Black, do they always look to organizations or government to solve their problems? Why can those same people not turn to the tenets that successful people have turned? You know, when I think about something that I want to accomplish, I look to people that have accomplished that exact same thing in their own lives, I certainly don't turn to people that cannot work for anyone other than some non-profit or even worse, the government. And further and worser, countries that are poor and oppressed ALWAYS try to turn to some type of dictatorial government that has proven to further the same things that caused revolution in the first place.

A wise man once said "Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it." Yeah, George Santayana was talking about Liberals and Radicals, namely Getrude Stein, who oddly enough was friends with Dick and was also an angry lesbian. Full circle, dude.

Deddy Reads Some More

As everyone that stops by here knows, I read. I read all the frigging time and I do not limit my reading to things that I know that I will enjoy. Trust me, I ain't gonna enjoy this one from what little that I read last night.

Anyhoo, I cracked open Satan's ass Barry Obama's tripe last night and got a first hand glimpse of a profound racist within the first seven pages. Dammit, this guy was frigging raised by white folks and so far in the book all he can talk about is how much he hate-hate-hates white folks.

Granted, this book was written way back in the day when he was just a wee, little lad of thirty-three years of age. Wait, that wasn't that damn long ago. Do you think that his entire racist past can be erased in a few short years? Maybe we should ask his master on the hill, Robert Byrd.

On to the book. What I read last night was about ninety pages, so I am only a third of the way through this tome, but I think that it is going to be more of the same crap that I read last night. How poor, poor Barry had such a terrible time growing up because he didn't have any Black dudes around to teach him how to be a Black man in this country and how his mother couldn't help him even though she did try. Number one, because she was the only parent that he ever knew. So far, that is the entire gist of this pap. Dammit, it is awful. That ungrateful little punk should have been sent to live with his daddy in Kenya, that would have taught his little punk-ass.

Since I always take one for the team, I shall complete this book. For anyone that is even remotely considering voting for this Klansman, I suggest you do the same. Remember, this book is called Dreams from my Father, not My White Mama Never Deserted Me, but My Black Daddy Did.

Because he wants to be President and he doesn't want White folks to know that he hates them, he did add a new Foreword later to the book after every single person that read it, pointed out to him the fact that he wasted a bunch of trees writing about a guy that he never knew except for one month when he was ten and actually took a big, fat dump on the White family that actually raised him. This new foreword offers a look at how awesome that Barry is at crawfishing and lying.

I will keep you updated on my progress through this crap. Remember, that's my job.

UPDATE, DAMMIT!: I forgot that I had actually penned an article about our buddy Barry, once before. Go HERE now. And do please read the "tongue-in-cheek" comments. Hey, the readers of this damn blog can predict the future. Or not.

Moby Dick - A Two Dogs Book Review!

For all of you that come here to get every piece of information that is overwhelmingly important, I have thrown myself under the bus and taken upon my gianormous shoulders the daunting task of reading Herman Melville's Moby Dick.

Okay, here we go....Holy crap, I think that I will never get over the suffocating need to return to bed and sleep for at least another forty-three years. I had to drop to my knees and give praise to my chosen worship idol for never being required to read this overblown piece of tripe. I promise if I ever have the chance to dig up Hermy and beat him to death again, I shall leap at that chance.

Any English or Literature professor that makes this required reading should be taken out back, tied to a hornet's nest, and then every single student that they ever had should be allowed to gang rape them anally. Female students shall use an open umbrella covered in barb wire.

Truthfully, this is the single worst book that I have ever read and I have read Terry McMillan's How Stella Got Her Groove Back. Moby Dick is honestly the Queen of the Damned of Literature. Just the fact that this book was not slated to be burned in front of joyous children that have been tortured with the punishment of reading this crap proves that G_d is not actively manipulating our actions.

Now, on to the story. Seems that this book is narrated by the Greek G_d of boring, that goes by the name of Ishmael. I know that he must be a G_d because he is an overwhelmingly anal retentive narrator of Biblical proportions. The prose of this instruction manual on whale fishing honestly put me to sleep a minimum of three hundred times in less than two weeks. How frigging many different ways can you type the word "whale?" Herman only knows "leviathan." Geez. This is a classic? Yeah, a classic turd. It took me two weeks to read it because I had to find the right torture implement that was powerful enough to keep me awake during my reading time. What I wound up with was a burlap sack full of rabid weasels that I tied around my scrotum. Painful? You betcha, but it still didn't work about 90% of the time.

Sleep debt? Gone, baby. Nuts? Hurting. Weasels? Let 'em go over in Dewayne's yard and took care of that damn cat that was scratching up my car. Dewayne has asked me at least twenty times what happened to Bolivar. His cat's name was Bolivar, how strange. Remember, Dewayne is the neighbor that cuts my grass so I couldn't actually tell him to keep his damn cat off my damn car.

Sorry, the book, oh yeah. DO NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES READ THIS DAMN BOOK. If your child comes home and says that Moby Dick is required reading for him/her, immediately withdraw that poor tortured child from their school and send them for a month to Disneyworld. One whole month, dammit. Haven't they suffered enough? Salem's witches didn't have it that damn bad. I seriously would rather be a Kurd under the regime of Sadaam.

The next time that I get an urge to read any of Mr. Melville's work, I am going to consult my male dog, Sarah, for his opinion, which is shown in its entirety below.

I Can Read Despite Attending Public School....A Book Review

The oddest thing in the world has happened. This blog will not allow a title to be posted. So the title appears below.

I Can Read Despite Attending Public School.......A Book Review

Most of you are aware that I am possibly the most intelligent person in the world and today I am going to prove it. Well, maybe not, but I'm going to try.

On average I read about seventy books a year, not counting the re-reading of my favorites. I don't watch television that much and if I have a minute of free time, I usually try to find a minority to suppress (being a radical Conservative) or pick up a book. Anyhoo, the way that I purchase books is probably different from most people, because I only allow myself to purchase one popular book for every "Classic." So, in order to purchase Godless, I will re-read Huckleberry Finn, which I have already started, again. And, man, all the racism is just sickening, we should lynch Mark Twain. He's already dead? Let's dig him up and burn him, then.

On to the review. The thing about Ann Coulter that kills the brainless folks that screech about her "hatespeech" is the fact that she footnotes every damn thing. To the unwashed, that means that she has numerous sources for the facts that she points out and makes a little note at the point that she quotes her source. Enterprising readers can actually purchase the quoted text and then see for themselves where Ms. Coulter got her information. This little glitch in her writing makes her books hard to read for those people that believe in man-made global warming, vegetarianism, Darwinism, abortion for any reason, and eugenics. I translate: That makes Ann's books hard to understand to people that like to ignore facts, reason, and proven science. Oh, and she includes humor and that just sends the Left into orbit.

A quick sidenote on the quoted articles, it seems that since the publishing of Ann's book, the Left has come down on some of the people that Ann cites with the Atheist cudgel and the scietists have tried to retract what they stated. That is to be expected when you don't adhere to the Leftist dogma. Bad scientist!

This book takes a hard, albeit quick, look at the Democrat Party's base ideas and platforms and the fact that the only things that they promote are the things that are direct contradiction to the things we are taught in Sunday School. Hence, the title of the book.

Ann addresses pretty much all of the idiotic ideas that the Left has forced down our throats for years. Read this damn book now.

Book Meme Stick Whupping

Harvey at Bad Example has been sending this book meme around and gbfan at Spotted Horse wanted to see my answers to these questions. Here we go.......

1. You’re stuck inside Fahrenheit 451, which book do you want to be? Believe it or not, I have never read any of Bradbury's works. So, I have to claim ignorance. But, if I could be any book, it would be a Braille version of Playgirl. Think about it.

2. Have you ever had a crush on a fictional character? If we are talking about animation or the like, why yes! Can I claim almost all the women illustrated in Heavy Metal, crank my damn tractor?

3. The last book you bought is: Actually Old Man and the Sea. I haven't read it since high school and that was almost before it was written.

4. The last book you read: Just finished the Dark Tower VII. Damn, I thought King would never get through that series and it was plum weird. But it does explain alot to me. Oh, did you know that it is non-fiction?

5. What are you currently reading? Mission Compromised by Oliver North. Man, he has all my respect. Ollie for President in 2008. Do you think that we would have any problems with the radical Muslims then?

6. Five books you would take to a deserted island.
A. The Fountainhead - Ayn Rand One of the best of all time. Plus it's kinda relevent to my profession.
B. Atlas Shrugged - Ayn Rand Possibly the longest book that I have ever read that kept my attention the whole time. Also, it put a name to what I have believed my entire life even while growing up with hippie, dope-smoking parents.
C. Call of the Wild - Jack London Anything by London always seems to bring out the best in me. Just gotta have that blood flowing. Plus, dog fighting is cool. jk
D. Postcards From the Edge - Carrie Fisher I have read every book that she has written and I just can't quit. I guess the drug abuse, alcoholism, and mental problems just appeal to me. What a woman! And she looked so damn hot in that gold bikini thing. Even with Michael Moore standing over her.
E. Burn Down the Night Craig Key Street This book was written by an Indian (Feather kind, not red dot) that used to hang out with Jim Morrison in the early days and it was too cool. Again, the drug usage and stupid stuff that Jim and his very own Tonto accomplish are legendary.

Remember kids, drugs are bad. I just like reading about the stupid things that people do when they are trashed.

Leave your answers in the comments if ya' wanna.

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