Hour of the Czars

perfumeI haven’t really given much thought to the czars the various Presidential administrations have been appointing since Reagan.  I know, I should have paid more attention.  Well, now I am, because Obama came along and wouldn’t stop appointing them.

Now he has 34 (as of this post), but who’s to say he’s done yet?  He might just need a Czar of Proper Fashion or something.  You know, someone who goes around making sure everyone is wearing state-approved clothes.

The Russians had a heck of a time putting up with their czars, and it looks like it’s our turn to endure a few.  At least today I can smile and give out some kudos to Congressman Kingston and his YouTube video, Czarist Amerika.  My thanks to Michelle Malkin for posting about it.

The Blue Dogs Blunder Health Care

doctorknotI can’t say this is a real shock. The Blue Dog Democrats, who like to assert that they’re the more “moderate” members of their party, have reached a deal with the rest of the Democrats on health care. The changes in this “compromise” may as well be cosmetic.  Kind of like that whole Blue Dog label.

Let me sum it up for them again. If this bill passes and hits this country like a tidal wave…

  1. If they voted for it, they’re toast.
  2. Their excuses won’t mean much to their constituents.
  3. The finer points of their “compromise” with the rest of their party won’t fly much either.
  4. No one will care if they were bullied into submission.
  5. No one will have forgotten about it, because the misery these Democrats cause over this won’t have gone away by 2010 or possibly in anyone’s lifetime.
  6. They won’t just be making people miserable, which tends to be what Democrats do best.  They may well be killing people this time.
  7. Which Republicans voted for it won’t make a difference. A lot of us don’t see the Republicans as conservative any longer, so lame attempts at hiding behind the “bipartisanship” argument won’t matter much.

If they think they’re hearing sob stories now, wait until people have to bury infants or grandparents because the quality and availability of health care in this country went through the floor.  Of course, I’m sure their friends in the press will happily turn a blind eye to it.

Culture of Corruption

Yes, I’m a fan of Michelle Malkin, and so I’m going to help her promote her new book, Culture of Corruption.

I suppose you may have noticed that “fan” thing already. I appreciate her solid journalism, wit, and the fact that like me, she’s conservative first and not a Republican shill. She may be one of the reasons I stayed (partially) sane through the disaster that was the 2008 Presidential election. If you don’t know who she is or what she does yet, visit her blog.

Ok, maybe not so sane. I mean, I am the only political blogger I know to post Elmo and Cookie Monster YouTube videos.

Addendum, Oct 5, 2009: I am mentioning this book to you because I’m a fan of Michelle Malkin and I like her work.  This is not a paid post.

The Official Maverick Lapdog Strikes Again

judgeIf you hadn’t already heard, Sotomayor was approved by the Senate Judiciary Committee and sent to the floor for a full confirmation.  All the Republicans voted against her, and all the Democrats voted for her along with the Official Maverick Lapdog, Lindsey Graham (Pomeranian – SC).

Yes, Graham probably did it to not look racist, for all the good it will do him.  His owner’s fellow Democrats will still call him one no matter what he does to appease them.  Not only that, but when one Republican screws up, even misnamed ones like the Official Maverick Lapdog, they all pay.  It’s something they still haven’t learned yet despite 2006 and 2008.

Ok, so I’ll show some pity for McCain.  He’s trying to get re-elected, and he can’t poke conservatives in the eye on his own behalf until he does.  So he’ll just have to live vicariously through the Official Maverick Lapdog in the meantime.  He’s the only Senator in Congress to keep another Senator as a housepet after all, and he can still enjoy that achievement.

Link is to Michelle Malkin.