…of course, it’s very easy being a self-hating Joo advocating the national suicide of Eretz Yisroel when you don’t actually have to, you know, live in the areas that you urge to commit suicide. Such as that utter gasbag, Ezra Klein, who ought to have his foreskin sown back on.

With a very rusty needle (h/t LC & IB Ace)

ISRAEL, WRONG.

This is the paragraph that I can’t get out of my head:

Hamas had in recent weeks let it be known that it doubted Israel would engage in a major military undertaking because of its coming elections. But in some ways the elections have made it impossible for officials like Mr. Barak not to react, because the public has grown anxious and angry over the rocket fire, which while causing no recent deaths and few injuries is deeply disturbing for those living near Gaza.

No deaths and few injuries. “Deeply disturbing.” Hamas lacks the technology to aim its rockets. They’re taking potshots. In response, the Israeli government launched air strikes that have now killed more than 280 Palestinians, injured hundreds beyond that, and further radicalized thousands in the Occupied Territories and millions in the region.

We’ll leave aside the fact that His Imperial Majesty doesn’t really give a flying fuck what “inflames” the perpetually inflamed hemorrhoids subhuman pisslamic parasites reducing the real estate value of our fair planet. It seems everything is an excuse for some ragheaded goatmuncher to go blow himself up in a Kindergarten.

Some tiny relatively unknown newspaper in a small Scandinavian country prints a few drawings of the prophet of their “peaceful” religion? Great, let’s go burn down embassies all over the Middle East, murder indiscriminately and why not gun down a few nuns while we’re at it?

Some irresponsible and barely literate hack at another newspaper starts floating rumors about the physically impossible feat of flushing Korans down the toilet? Yay! Let’s go murder everything that fucking moves.

It seems pretty bloody hard to avoid “feeding the cycle of violence” where those syphilitic offspring of dogs are concerned.

But nevermind all that. He does have a point. The Israeli response was, indeed, “disproportionate”, as dumb little Ezra points out. If they were to have responded “in kind”, they’d have indiscriminately carpet bombed the entire Gaza Strip without concern for civilian collateral damage. As a matter of fact, they’d have deliberately targeted civilian targets in hopes that they’d kill as many innocents as humanly possible.

Personally, we’re having a hard time seeing a problem with that, but we doubt that’s what Ezra the Imbecile is calling for.

The response will not come today, of course. It will come in months, or even in years, when an angry orphan detonates a belt filled with shrapnel, killing himself and 25 Israelis. At which point the Israelis will launch air strikes killing another 70 Palestinians, radicalizing thousands more, leading to more bombings, and so the cycle continues.

Sure. Blame the victim. They’re to blame for being murdered because they reacted in self-defense in the past when they were being murdered. Those damn Jooos in the Warsaw ghetto who were massacred in ‘44 had it coming for aggravating the Nazis. Good riddance. They should’ve been good Jooos like Ezra and let themselves be murdered. Correction: They should have been good Jooos like Ezra and hightailed it out of Warsaw, THEN cheered on the SS as they murdered their fellow Jooos.

The rocket attacks were undoubtedly “deeply disturbing” to Israelis.

Sending your kids to school every morning not knowing if you’ll ever see them again because Hamas makes a point of bombing when the school bell rings to increase the chances of getting a bunch of the kids will cause some anxiety, yes. Unless you’re a fuckheaded Kapo Jooo living far away from the action that is.

But so too are the checkpoints, the road closures, the restricted movement, the terrible joblessness, the unflinching oppression, the daily humiliations, the illegal settlement — I’m sorry, “outpost” — construction, “deeply disturbing” to the Palestinians, and far more injurious.

It is, Ezra? Really, now? I don’t know about you, other than the fact that you’ve got an IQ that would make an amoeba look like Albert Fucking Einstein, but I’ll take quite a bit of “humiliation” in return for having my kids return from school every day.

But obviously you think it’s perfectly justifiable for paleoswinians to blow up Joooish schoolchildren because they’ve been “humiliated” at a checkpoint. I guess that means that I can go on a murderous rampage because of all of the times I’ve been forced to take my shoes off at the airport?

And the 300 dead Palestinians should be disturbing to us all.

It should? And the thousands of completely and utterly innocent Jewish men, women and children murdered deliberately by the paleoswinian scum shouldn’t? You know, if the paleosimians laid down their arms tomorrow, there’d be peace.

If the Israelis laid down theirs, there’d be no more Jews in the Middle East.

There is nothing proportionate in this response. No way to fit it into a larger strategy that leads towards eventual peace.

Dead lice don’t bite.

No way to fool ourselves into believing that it will reduce bloodshed and stop terrorist attacks. It is simple vengeance.

The difference between “vengeance” and “cold-blooded murder” is that the former requires a legitimate provocation. It really is that simple. I’d go with the former any day of the week if I had to choose between the two.

However, in spite of your “strategic genius”, deliberately targeting the command structure of the most virulent plague of terrorism in the terrortories, Hamas, is not just “vengeance.” Lop the head off the snake and it’s no threat anymore. Or, if you like it better, the Fear of G-d Strategy. You murder innocents, we’ll wipe you out.

Works for me. Sooner or later they’ll run out of splodeydopes.

There’s a saying in the Jewish community: “Israel, right or wrong.” But sometimes Israel is simply wrong.

Sure, Ezra.

Why don’t you move to Be’ersheba or Ashkelon and say that? Bring the kids, why don’t you?

Fuckhead.

Am Yisroel Chai!

In which we address some of the more silly and, thankfully, shorter missives.

Yes, we really are here to help the little ones.

From Neil, age 10, who can’t wait to get out there on the roads. Something that we wholly sympathize with, by the way.

Do you really think that kids want to wait till they are 18 till they drive?

No, we don’t. We also don’t care. There’s a reason why we group human beings into “kids” and “adults.”

The former do what the latter say, period. The reason for this is that the former don’t know what they’re talking about due to lack of education and experience and that they, as a result, tend to come up with really, really bad ideas. Trust us. We were a kid too, and probably wouldn’t be an adult today if it hadn’t been for annoying grownups spending a lot of time keeping us from doing stupid stuff.

I believe that kids should drive at the age of 16. It is a better age because it will teach kids to be responsible if they are not already responsible enough at that age.

Neil, please. You’re telling us that a good reason for getting kids out driving earlier is that they’re irresponsible? That, Neil, is exactly the reason why we don’t want them out there behind the wheel of several thousand pounds of rapidly moving steel. The most irresponsible among them, the ones that worry us, don’t end up more responsible. They end up wrapped around trees and scooped up in plastic bags.

Not that there’s no hope for you, other than waiting until you’re 18. There are states out there that will let you get a license before then. You just have to convince your parents to move.

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(H/t Stop the ACLU)

The Pittsburgh Post-Gazette has decided to run a series of letters from brainwashed child victims of publik skooling to the Fresh Prez of Bill Ayers. For some strange reason, however, quite a few of those paeans to sub-mediocrity have found their way to the Imperial Mail Room.

We’re reasonably sure that they weren’t meant for His Majesty, but that never stopped us in the past. Besides, we’re the Imperial Government, and we’re here to help.

From Maya, age 10:

I am a fifth-grade student at Liberty Elementary School. I am writing to you for a school project. These are some things I think you should do while you’re in office.

My family discusses alternative energy a lot. I think you need to look into it, such as solar panels and wind power. We need to get them at lower, less expensive prices so more people will be willing to buy it.

You seem to have at least an elementary grasp of how the market works, Maya, in that you understand that people won’t buy stuff that it overpriced. “Lower, less expensive” is a tautology, by the way, but don’t worry about it. You’ll never see the word again since it would take away valuable time that your teachers would rather spend teaching you “inclusiveness” and “womyn’s studies.”

In order for a good to become less expensive, you need to understand that the ones selling it have bills and mortgages too. Your parents (and teachers) may have led you to believe that they spend all of their time on Aruba, sipping expensive drinks that they get for free (or by squeezing it out of the veins of poor brown-skinned people), but it just isn’t so. So, you see, they need to make money on the sale too, which means that the price they can sell it at has rather a lot to do with the price it costs to make.

So, Maya, it’s like this: The reason that you don’t see energy made of sunlight, wind and unicorn farts that sells cheaper than traditional forms of energy is that, at this point in time, it can’t be done.

Yes, His Majesty knows that your publik skool teachers have probably told you that it’s because Dick Cheney and George Bush have bought all of the patents to free energy and perpetual motion just to keep the black man down or some such hogwash, but we have to tell you that it just isn’t true, shocking though it may be to you. Because if anybody ever came up with a way to create energy out of free sources such as sunlight that they could sell cheaper than, say, coal-derived energy, they’d be building solar panels all over the place so fast that you wouldn’t believe it.

It’s called “capitalism”, and it’s Good For You.

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…from our Democrat and RINO overlords:

(H/t LC & IB Rurik)

I do apologize for being the last to do so… Well, no I don’t. I have to have the last word, you know. I’m the Emperor, after all. But I definitely can’t not personally wish you all a wonderful Christmas, Hanukkah, Solstice, whatever you celebrate this time of year.

It matters not. What matters is that we’re here, that we have each other, that we have things to celebrate together and things to reach out to each other over when things aren’t so bright. What flavor our faith is, or non-faith for that matter, isn’t really that important right now. To us as individuals, sure, but to us as a community, no.

If there’s one thing that this site has taught me, it is that we can all come together. Not on all things, there will always be issues on which we disagree most vehemently, and thank G-d for that or I’d be bored to death, but if we put our minds to it, we can simultaneously have spirited, heated arguments over that on which we don’t agree and get together on those issues were we do.

I’ve also learned that no man or woman with a community like ours is ever truly alone. To be sure, we may feel alone when life overwhelms us, I’m no stranger to that feeling, but we aren’t really. We’re no further from not being alone than a simple reach out to those who care, and they’re all around us. And this community has provided me and, I hope, all of you, with a readily available and easy way of reaching out when the need arises.

It’s funny when I think about it. This site started out more than 6 years ago because I needed a place to “vent.” I never expected anybody to really read it, much less be interested if they did, yet here we are today. This site, founded to be all about me, isn’t anymore. And I’m grateful for it. I have learned so much, got to know people that I’d have never known otherwise and got to feel the love and support of people I’d never met but, most of all, I have accomplished that which most people never are lucky enough to achieve: I’ve created something bigger than myself.

And I didn’t even know what the heck I was doing when I did it, but that’s true for much of my life. Mheh.

I’m thankful for each and every one of you. I am thankful for those who touched my life and helped me become a better person, those who came and went, those who are still here and those who have yet to show up.

All of you changed and will in the future change me, in some way, and all for the better. We’ve shared sorrows, we’ve shared joys, we’ve wasted retarded amounts of time being just silly, and all of that has been an energy source that would not otherwise have been available to me.

You’ve changed my life and, more importantly, in some cases I’ve been blessed enough to be part of changing some of yours as well, to be part of the rock that you’ve been for me throughout the years.

And all because somebody finally talked me through the easy steps of setting up a website.

Funny how that works, isn’t it?

So I want to thank every single one of you, because without you this site wouldn’t be what it is. It is as much yours as it is mine, if not more so.

I also want to thank every one of the contributors on the Imperial Staff who’ve helped keep the free ice cream flowing when I was too busy doing other stuff. Without you, this would have been a boring place indeed. And not “just” because of you “filling in”, but much more importantly because of your unique perspectives. You can write things that I never could because I’m not you, and Heaven knows that you haven’t been anywhere near sufficiently remunerated for your efforts. The Imperial Pay and Benefits Plan sucks.

And a special thanks to Dave who for years has been making sure that the pipes have kept piping and the pumps have kept pumping around here along with offering himself up as a loyal punching bag. If you want an example of how friendship and politics are two completely different and unrelated matters, you need look no further.

We’re a strange gang around here, but we’re a great gang, and I thank you all for being part of my life.

G-d Bless You All.

Mish

…the subject being just how awesome a Senator Princess Caroline of Kennedy would be because, well, did you know that she’s a Kennedy???

Incidentally, if there is one thing that His Majesty has never quite understood about his adopted country, it’s this utterly baffling and unwarranted royalty-worship of the Kennedys. Perhaps it’s because we come from a continent where we have actual royalty and we know a bit about the standards that they’re held to, as opposed to the standards that the Kennedys are held to, which are best described as “none whatsoever.”

We mean, if a Kennedy were to dump a huge, steaming turd on the sidewalk somewhere, idiots would be stampeding each other to get to it first, sporks in hand and bibs ’round their scrawny necks.

But we digress. It’s obvious to us that the Obamessiah’s preference for Her Royal Kennedyness for Hillary’s seat is based entirely upon his relief that he’s finally found somebody who is even less qualified for public office than His Submediocrity Himself, and that is actually something of an accomplishment.

Back to the subject of the post:

When Scarborough asked Andrea [Mitchell] if [Princess Caroline of Kennedy] was conversant with the issues, Harold Ford Jr. jumped in to say that she shouldn’t be held to a higher standard than other senators. Agreed Andrea: “how many hearings have you guys watched? I mean, you’ve watched them every day. You know it.”

First of all, we weren’t aware that Joe Scarborough was running for the Senate, but we could have missed something along the way. More importantly, we’re happy to see that liberal journaljizzmers have finally come to the realization that most Americans with an IQ above lettuce arrived at shortly after they watched their first five minutes of C-SPAN coverage, namely that the U.S. Senate is the most ridiculously overpriced nursing home for terminally mentally deficient old folks who never could hack it in a real job and therefore had to turn to politics for their daily bread.

What we continue to be baffled about is how those very same journaljizzmers could come to the conclusion that a lady with years’ worth of experience as a CEO of the largest state of the Union was dangerously inexperienced compared to a ticket made up of two of aforementioned imbeciles of the Senator class, one of whom hadn’t even been one for any measurable amount of time.

But he did, admittedly, have some experience as a Chicago ward heeler in his CV.

It’s funny how perspectives change depending on the letter after a name, isn’t it?

As to the Princess Caroline of Kennedy’s credentials as a hard worker fighting for the little guy, we have this:

Rep. Peter King (R-N.Y.) made the rounds on Today and Morning Joe, where on the latter he made no bones about his interest in running for the Senate seat in 2010. He made an interesting revelation about Caroline’s much-vaunted work at an educational non-profit. She apparently toiled to the tune of an average of . . . one-to-two hours a week.

OK, we take it back. She’s perfectly suited for a Senate seat.

Given that she’s obviously not suited for anything else.

Hey, we’ve got to put them somewhere, and euthanasia isn’t politically correct nowadays.

Thatisall.

The Associated (with terrorists and Obama’s campaign) Press are great fans of playing “Name That Party”, as we all know. When the disgraced, corrupt, criminal leech in question is a Democrat, that is. Otherwise party affiliation will be mentioned every two sentences in bold, all caps and with an underline.

But now they’re taking it one step further. They’re now deliberately editing out any and all mention of party affiliation from original sources that they borrow from. As long as the disgraced, corrupt, criminal leech in question is a Democrat, of course.

We could write a separate post about the hypocrisy in the Associated (with terrorists and Obama’s campaign) Press borrowing material from other while they themselves insist that people pay $2.50 per word when quoting them, but we won’t bother.

Two situations over the weekend illustrate that the Associated Press’s habitual failure to identify the political party of Democrats in trouble is more than likely a conscious decision. This is despite the AP Stylebook’s guidance (as of 2000, the latest free edition I can find; a PDF is here) that a reporter should “include party affiliation if readers need it for understanding or are likely to be curious about what it is.”

In both of the instances I will cite, local papers decided that party affiliation was important enough to include. But AP reporters decided that they weren’t, even though out-of-state readers are less likely to know the party affiliation of the politician(s) involved.

The situations involve ousted and disgraced former Attorney General Marc Dann in Ohio, and Chaka Fattah, a Philadelphia congressman. Both men are Democrats.

And what a shocker THAT was to learn!

Speaking of the media, we learn that the New York Slimes are #6 on a top ten list of companies likely to crash, burn and be swept into the dust bin before the end of 2009.

We don’t know about that, but we’re certainly keeping a big bottle of sparkly chilled for just that occasion.

“Pinch” me, I’m dreaming.

That is all.

Sir Christopher sends:

Dozens of youths have rioted in the southern Swedish city of Malmo for a second consecutive night, setting cars on fire and clashing with police.

“We’ve had a very difficult evening,” a police spokeswoman told the AFP news agency late on Thursday.

“There have been fires burning since this afternoon… extensive damage to public property, and… stone-throwing and bomb threats against police.”

Ahhhh… Ye Olde Car-B-Que, made famous by the equally “peaceful” followers of the Pedophile Prophet of fwance. But none dare say their name, even though we all know what is meant by “youths.” Because to accurately describe the perpetrator would be, you know, RAAAAAAAAAAAACIST!

Instead, we have to draw our own conclusions:

She said the trouble was linked to the closure of an Islamic centre.

And we all know how Lutherans react violently to that sort of thing, don’t we? We don’t? We wonder who those “youths” might be then.

The owner of the building, in an immigrant neighbourhood, had decided not to renew the centre’s lease. The centre, which included a mosque, had to move out.

And in the fine tradition of the flaming homo pedophile Mohammed (piss be upon him), any sort of legal exercise of private property rights, freedom of speech or, indeed, anything at all that might even remotely offend a member of the religion of stale, rancid piss is a legitimate excuse to go on a murdering, vandalizing rampage.

We failed to do our duty back in the 11th and 12th centuries, obviously. It’s time to make up for it and finish the job.

Burn their cities, kill their men, rape their women and enslave their children.

Enough is enough.

That’s the position of the Kalifornikate Supreme C*nts when it comes to Good Samaritans.

Moral of the story?

If you live in the Peepul’s Republik of Kalifornikate and you come across an accident scene, a burning house with people crying for help from the inside or anything like that, be sure not to do a damn thing about it or you’ll be sued into oblivion.

If you come across a crashed vehicle that smells like gasoline and a beginning fire and your friend is trapped inside, the Supreme C*nts of Kalifornikate just told you that you should:

A) Call 911.
B) Sit down and enjoy the show while waiting for help to arrive.
C) (Optional) Roast marshmallows.

(In the specific case of Van Horn, that ungrateful foul bitch, we’re actually hard pushed to find a reason why the above would be a bad thing).

(Via IB Cold Fury).

One of Australia’s national treasures, columnist Andrew Bolt, examines 10 of the most retarded, hyper-ventilating, scare mongering Predictions of Doom™ from the Church of the Goreacle and finds them all somewhat… lacking now that the actual data are in.

Go read them all, you KNOW you want to, but our favorite has to be this one:

The British Met Office is home to the Hadley Centre, one of the top centres of the man-made global warming faith.

In April it predicted: “The coming summer is expected to be a ‘typical British summer’. . .”

In fact, in August it admitted: “(This) summer . . . has been one of the wettest on record across the UK.” In September it predicted: “The coming winter (is) likely to be milder than average.”

In fact, winter has been so cold that London had its first October snow in 74 years — and on the day Parliament voted to fight “global warming”.

Lesson: If the Met can’t predict the weather three months out, what can it know of the climate 100 years hence? [Boldening ours -- Emp. M.]

His Imperial Majesty strongly encourages the Glowbull Wormening Hysterics to continue issuing ever more idiotic claims. They are a source of endless mirth in the Empire when they invariably end up disproven, ridiculed and laughed at.

To those who still believe in the Church of Gorebeciles and the efficiency of their “computer models” we have only this to say: Seek help, professional help, and hurry up, please.

The time for debate is over.

…because them there unwashed Southerners are just so primitive and so damnably, bloody successful! (h/t LC & IB Sithmonkey)

Want a rematch, you metrosexual, emasculated yankee cuntmuffin? Bring it.

As the regional politics of the automobile bailout controversy demonstrate, the Civil War continues. If the major U.S. automobile companies go under, it will be partly because timely federal aid for them was blocked by members of Congress like Tennessee Senator Bob Corker, whose states have created their own counter-Detroit in the form of Japanese, Korean, and German transplant factories. The South will have risen by bringing down the North. Jefferson Davis will have had his revenge.

Mheh. And wouldn’t that be just too durn precious for words, y’all?

It’s all the South’s fault. Which is, of course, utter poppy-cock, as this poll shows. According to that, just about everybody, including nearly half of Democrats, oppose the bailout reward of bad behavior with the money of the rest of us.

But never let facts get between a liberal and his psychotic episodes.

The most shocking thing about the alliance between the Southern states and America’s friendly but earnest economic rivals to destroy America’s most important industry is the fact that so few people find it shocking. Contrast the U.S. with the European Union. The nation-states of the European Union collaborate with each other in order to compete against foreign economic rivals, including the U.S., Japan, and China.

And look just how well that is working out for them! OK, so it isn’t.

By contrast, many states, particularly in the South, collaborate with foreign economic rivals of the U.S. in order to compete against other American states. Any British or French or German leader who proposed collaborating with Japan or the U.S. in order to wipe out industry and destroy jobs in neighboring EU member states would be jeered out of office.

Illustrating perfectly the difference between free nations and nations that are — not so free. In EUnuchistan, they’d rather let everybody starve than let somebody earn a buck more than somebody else.

But it is perfectly acceptable for American states to connive with Asian and European countries in the destruction of industry elsewhere in the U.S.

Maybe if those industries would quit being so hopelessly incompetent to the point where their products were competitive? Horrid concept, we know, but us durn Suth’ners just don’t like being ripped off so fat liberals in the North can feel better about their worthless selves.

Perhaps the lack of outrage over race-to-the-bottom rivalries among U.S. states and regions…

Kindly note how the Southern way of doing business, as in “making actual money”, is considered “racing to the bottom.” And those clowns whine about us calling them damnyankees?

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As you all know by now, our lovely country is about to lose a national treasure, the Imperial Blogsister, the Duchess Rachel Lucas. At least for a while while she and her beau go on an Excellent European Adventure in Britain.

His Imperial Silliness is, of course, thrilled for her and her newfound happiness, nobody deserves it more, but with every gushing post about how excellent it’s going to be to live over there for a while, my heart aches with the thought of how she’s going to feel after a bit of Euroweenie National Socialist Nannying up close and personal. But she’s a tough one, so she’ll survive.

In this post, for instance, she tangentially mentions the possible boons of the Euroweenie practice of requiring all of their subjects to pay a tax to the Nanny State for the privilege of owning a radio or a television:

I’ve been reading a book for expats living in England, and finally found out why those BBC programmes (heh) are 40 minutes long, which is because they air over there with no commercials. Which also explains the television license fee you have to pay there, which you know what? TOTALLY WORTH IT. It’s about 140 pounds a year if I recall correctly and the fact is, I would pay twice that here in America to be able to avoid commercials on the major networks. Time is money, people.

Of course, we already do have that option here in the U.S. of A. It’s called Cable TV, and you can get about two dozen committed movie channels for that same amount of money, all unsullied by commercials. And let us be clear about this: we hate commercials just as much as she does, although we’ve found ourselves immunized to an extent over the years. Commercials are the time when you go to the loo, pick up another beer from the fridge or make sure that you’re not missing something better on one of the other 200+ channels.

Here’s the downside. The “fee” that you pay over there for having the nerve to own a “luxury” item such as a TV or a radio, goes directly into the pockets of Nanny State. She, in turn, then doles it out to the broadcaster(s), mostly it’s only one giant monopoly of a broadcaster, which is how they avoid having to have commercials to pay for their programming. And she only doles it out if their programming satisfies the whims, prejudices and political correctness to which she subscribes.

So if some brilliant writer comes up with an idea that will make the most thrilling, hilarious show in the history of television that only has one tiny little flaw: it happens to offend some sort of sensitivity currently officially protected by Nanny State, then it gets shit-canned because, well, if it doesn’t, then the station doesn’t get any money.

Even worse, if the news division of one of the very, very few governmentally supported (and therefore financed without those horrible commercials) gets too froggy about criticizing the regime government, then it only takes one whisper from the PM to slam the coffers shut.

I don’t know. I prefer it our way. If I like it, I pay for it. If I don’t like it, I don’t pay for it and I go somewhere else and if enough people don’t like it, then the shits go out of business.

Over there, you pay for it AND like it, no matter what.

Or you just don’t get to watch anything.

I think I can live with commercials for a bit longer.

Sir Christopher sends (and since it’s a certain press agency who still stubbornly refuses to pay their bill for traffic sent to them over the years, we still can’t link to them):

WASHINGTON (AP) - When Bill Clinton took office in 1993, global warming was a slow-moving environmental problem that was easy to ignore. Now it is a ticking time bomb that President-elect Barack Obama can’t avoid.

Since Clinton’s inauguration, summer Arctic sea ice has lost the equivalent of Alaska, California and Texas. The 10 hottest years on record have occurred since Clinton’s second inauguration.

Actually, it was more like 5 years, since independent studies using actual objective data (satellites, anybody?) have proven that the temperature has been constant and trending toward cooling since 1998, but don’t let actual scientific facts get in the way of a dumb story.

Global warming is accelerating. Time is close to running out, and Obama knows it.

He surely does. A couple of more years of record cold temperatures and global averages dropping and he and his socialist scamsters’ con job will be exposed for all to see.

“The time for delay is over; the time for denial is over,” he said on Tuesday after meeting with former Vice President Al Gore, who won a Nobel Peace Prize for his work on global warming. “We all believe what the scientists have been telling us for years now that this is a matter of urgency and national security and it has to be dealt with in a serious way.”

“We all” meaning anybody except actual scientists with irrefutable data that hasn’t been cooked by Hansen et al.

But there are powerful political and economic realities that must be quickly overcome for Obama to succeed.

And that pesky thing called “reality” which keeps getting in the way when liberal fascists try pulling off one of their fantasy schemes.

Despite the urgency he expresses, it’s not at all clear that he and Congress will agree on an approach during a worldwide financial crisis in time to meet some of the more crucial deadlines.

…since most congress-leeches like to keep their jobs and they know for a fact that destroying the economy and putting half of their constituents out of a job isn’t the way to go about it.

Obama is pushing changes in the way Americans use energy, and produce greenhouse gases, as part of what will be a massive economic stimulus. He called it an opportunity “to re-power America.”

What can be more “stimulating” to the economy than bankrupting the coal industry, making cars too expensive to own and putting hundreds of thousands of people out of work?

Scientists are increasingly anxious, talking more often and more urgently about exceeding “tipping points.”

“We’re out of time,” Stanford University biologist Terry Root said. “Things are going extinct.”

Unfortunately, politicians and scientists in fields having nothing to do with climatology being quoted as “experts” on the subject aren’t among them.

U.S. emissions have increased by 20 percent since 1992. China has more than doubled its carbon dioxide pollution in that time. World carbon dioxide emissions have grown faster than scientists’ worst-case scenarios.

And still, global average temperatures are lower than ever since 1998, the Arctic ice sheet is growing faster than ever before and… Go figure.

The amount of carbon dioxide in Earth’s atmosphere has already pushed past what some scientists say is the safe level.

And here we are at 25 degrees. In Texas. It’s truly horrifying what Glowbull Wormening has wrought. If it gets any warmer, we’ll all fucking freeze to death.

In the early 1990s, many scientists figured that the world was about a century away from a truly dangerous amount of carbon dioxide in the atmosphere, said Mike MacCracken, who was a top climate scientist in the Clinton administration.

And in the early 1970s, many “scientists” figured that we were on the tip of a new Ice Age and that, besides all of that and the return of the woolly mammoth, we were all going to starve to death and be forced to build houses out of sticks and dung. By 1990.

Tell us again why anybody sane should give a shit what “scientists” say?

Scientists fear that what’s happening with Arctic ice melt will be amplified so that ominous sea level rise will occur sooner than they expected. They predict Arctic waters could be ice-free in summers, perhaps by 2013, decades earlier than they thought only a few years ago.

Actually, they predicted that it would be ice-free this last summer, which would be 2008. Instead, we have whales being trapped in ice expanding so fast that they can’t even swim under it to escape.

So now it’s going to be by 2013? And in 2013 we expect that it will be by 2023, right?

Yes, time is running out, alright.

For the Glowbull Wormening Hystericals, that is.

Prepare for them to grow ever more insane with every passing day.

Today’s feel good story, courtesy of the Imperial Blogsis (who will, much to our dismay, soon be leaving for formerly great Britain). Don’t miss her comments either, particularly as they relate to the illiterate imbeciles who claim that “guns don’t make you safer.”

This lady would disagree, we’re sure.

An intended rape victim shot and killed her attacker this morning in Cape Girardeau when he broke into her home to rape her a second time, police said.

The 57-year-old woman shot Ronnie W. Preyer, 47, a registered sex offender, in the chest with a shotgun when he broke through her locked basement door.

The woman told police he was the same man who raped her several days earlier. Officials do not intend to seek charges against her.

Things to note from the article:

1) This was the second time this scumbag intended to rape her. So don’t give us any of that “the lightning only strikes once in the same place” nonsense.

2) He knew what he was doing, as in switching off the power mains when he broke in to make sure she couldn’t call the cops that we’re always told by liberal whinebags that we should rely on for our self-defense.

3) Thanks to the goblin subhuman’s stupidity and the presence of a firearm, this lady actually received some actual justice. If he’d been caught after the first rape, and fat chance of that happening, he’d have been given a slap on the wrist by some pansy-arsed liberal judge weeping about the cold potty that the swine had been sitting on as a kid. Instead, he’s now satisfyingly and well-deservedly DEAD.

Yes, His Imperial Majesty has long been an advocate for the death penalty for the crime of rape. Actual rape, that is. Not the “oh shit, I slept with this bugger in a drunken stupor and I’m too much of a fucking coward to admit it, so I’ll just press bogus charges instead” variety.

If all of that doesn’t make you get the warm and fuzzies, we don’t know what will. And just in time for Christmas too.

Remember, children: When you unload a barrel full of buckshot into the chest (or face) of a rapist, the Baby Jesus smiles.

Thatisall.

Rahm Emanuel is now whining that he’s been “receiving death threats” over his obvious involvement in one of the nastiest corruption scandals in the history of our nation, which is saying a bit when you talk about Democrats.

Back at his home, Emanuel appeared “beet-red,” according to an ABC News cameraman who was invited inside by Emanuel to use his bathroom this morning.

“I’m getting regular death threats. You’ve put my home address on national television. I’m pissed at the networks. You’ve intruded too much, ” Emanuel said, according to the cameraman.

Awwww… What a sad, metrosexual pussy of a seemingly male member of the species. What happened to the Capone-like “man’s man” who once listed a number of defeated political enemies at a dinner, punctuating every cry of “DEAD!” by stabbing his steak knife into the table?

Time to brush the sand out of your vagina, “Rahmbo”, isn’t it?

And, by the way, where was your outrage when Joe the Plumber was subjected to similar treatment and worse simply because he’d had the nerve, nerve to ask your nutless empty suit of a Jug-Eared Marxist Freak Candidate an honest question that your neophyte dumbass Anointed One couldn’t answer without shooting himself in both feet?

Have a fucking cookie and a glass of milk, you gutless pansy masquerading as a man, because you’re beginning to annoy us with your whininess. Make mommy kiss it and it’ll be all better, we promise you.

Cowardly corrupt Chicago Machine fuck. It’s all fun and games bragging about how you’ve “killed” your political opponents until the shoe is on the other fucking foot, isn’t it?