Criminals Kill Innocent Americans, Obama Apologizes to Killers*Updated

Update. The "Innocence of Muslims" trailers on You Tube are allegedly the cause of the murderous behavior from followers of Islam. The trailers are poorly done and really represent free speech at it's worst. But that's free speech. It can be nasty. It is no excuse for murdering people- nor should the first thing out of Obama's mouth be an apology. Who speaks for the millions of Americans who don't condone malicious attacks like those found in those trailers?

I am so sick of this bastard. Really. I am so beyond party bashing- I simply have never witnessed a more inappropriate cowardly human being- pretending to do a job.

Islam and some of the sick bastards that practice this cowardly religion think it's ok to kill people simply because Americans exercise free speech when we say, maybe, Islam sucks. In fact, maybe Mohammad was full of shit.

I've read the Quran. I wouldn't be a member of that religion under any circumstances. It's not a religion. It's a philosophy of hate.

I'm not sure whether these statements are inaccurate or not. I'm not sure whether it is foreign press propaganda being espoused here that says the motive behind the embassy killings- was the badmouthing of Islam. Maybe it wasn't. Who knows. What I am positive about is this.

This type of incident does not entitle those mideast bastards to kill a few Americans. That Obama has Hillary craft an apology for free speech defies all common sense and essentially condones the killings.

I am fucking outraged at the lack of leadership in this country. I would gladly exchange this coward in the White House for the life of any person serving this country who was killed on foreign soil.

What I am going to do here is link an article from Ben Stein. Ben uses this incident to wax poetic for Romney. Our next ineffective leader. http://spectator.org/archives/2012/09/12/what-romney-should-have-said

Frankenstein Government Announces New Hours of Operation

Due to high consumer demand, Frankenstein Government will now remain open around the clock, 24 hours a day, seven days a week.

These hours are effective immediately and will coincide with a number of events this fall, the least of which will be the Foodstamp President getting kicked the fuck out of our house. The White House will probably be a downgrade, like a HUD home, for Romney.

Soon this will all be over. Like a bad dream. Until then, I have two words. Gary Johnson. Vote well or not at all.

Hyundai Elantra Snubs Corn Gas

I first saw the re-designed Hyundai Elantra in 2011. I loved the look of the car. In addition to it's great looks, it was allegedly getting 40 MPG which was nearly 4 times what I was getting in my 11 MPG Ford F-250 truck.

Base priced at around 15 grand or so, I set my sights on obtaining an Elantra. Unfortunately, my home town Hyundai dealer also fell in love with the Elantra which made it virtually impossible to get one for less than 19k. So in November and December, I played back and forth with two Hyundai dealers in Salt Lake City until I got what I wanted.

That was a black Hyundai Elantra with a six speed manual transmission, air conditioning, cruise control, and Sirius radio because I travel all over the western U.S. and commute 40 miles a day. I loved the two tone brown interior and got that- rather than the usual gray. Out Ken Garff's door at 15,866.




The Elantra was supposed to get 40 MPG on the highway. I never obtained that kind of mileage. The best I could do was 35 MPG combined highway and city driving- which was still a helluva lot better than the Ford F250. 

Then out of the blue, a couple months ago, a dealer rep called me. He told me that I would get 40 MPG with no problem (especially since I had the manual trans.) if I switched to straight gas- no ethanol. Days later, I met a guy at the mall driving an Elantra who said he got 43 MPG on the interstate while driving out west. I suspected that kind of mileage was possible especially if someone had stumbled into a gas station serving up real, unadulterated, fossil fuel. So...

I have never been a fan of ethanol. It takes more energy to produce it than it allegedly saves. I have always suspected that corn gas was essentially useless- serving no real purpose other than wasting space in my gas tank. Oddly enough, high fructose corn syrup which is in virtually everything we eat, has the same impact on the human body. It is useless and makes us fat. Like the Elantra, we should snub it also. Finding 100% real gas was kind of difficult at first-but after a few internet searches- I found two fuel dealers in Boise that don't like corn gas either.

On Saturday, I paid one dime a gallon more and bought my first tank of real gas. My mileage immediately shot up to 39 MPG combined city and highway. I am looking forward to using up this entire tank of gas up because it still had two gallons of the corn gas in it when I filled up.

So for an extra dollar, I am going to get an additional 40 or 50 miles per tank. That's a deal that's hard to beat. With the drought this year, it may be that real gas soon becomes cheaper than corn gas anyway. We'll see. 

Frankenstein Government Still Attracting High Brow Types

The readers of Frankenstein Government have one thing in common. Uncanny intelligence coupled with intuitive logic. 

You may not have to dress up to read this blog, but it doesn't hurt. This ain't the fucking dollar store. So in that "circumlocuous" fashion that has made this blog so brilliant- let the buffoonery begin.

(I am proud that the spell checker does not recognize the word, "circumlocuous.")

Years ago, I worked with this Moonbat city clerk who had perfected a couple of useful people skills. Predominantly, she was the absolute U.S. champion in terms of ass kissing and brown nosing. In fact, that woman elevated ass kissing to such lofty and stratospheric levels- that she was able to eliminate all of her detractors (one of them being me) and become city manager where she dwells to this very day. She currently makes six figures while accomplishing virtually nothing- except making her subordinates kiss her ass in some form of city government apprenticeship that never ends. But the main reason that I mention her here- is that she had this odd habit of using giant words during our city staff meetings on Tuesdays. I think she figured that using at least one giant word each week at the staff meeting would help her sound really smart to those of us who would unwittingly become her subordinates one day.

Now I know what salmagundi is and what pusillanimous means. But I would never walk into a staff meeting and use those kinds of words.

When I was a kid growing up in Butte and used a word with two or three syllables that nobody recognized, maybe like the word "vagina" for instance, my friends would look at me like I had just been dropped off from some far away planet. Quite possibly, one of those friends might pipe up and say, "Who says shit like that? "Va...gi...nahhh." Not only was the public isolation and embarrassment severe, but every once in awhile your friends might turn on you and beat you up.

I saw that happen to Frankie Lombardi one time. We were in the 7th grade. He had used the word salmagundi in public and that is why I mention it here. I don't think it was that particular word necessarily- that set that horrible chain of events into motion that day. Instead, I think that the kids were just sick of Frankie and his high brow vocabulary. They beat him bad. He was so scared of those kids after that day that I once heard Frankie describe spaghetti as long, skinny noodles covered with sauce rather than risk another ass whipping. So I knew the possibilities early on. Start using vocabulary and big words that people do not recognize- and risk greeting the pavement with your face.

Oddly, a few people fall through the cracks. I don't know precisely where they come from but I know this. They say and use humongous words and get away with it. There is no way that these people could be from the west. I think they are probably folks from the northeast or lawyers. They use words like "arbitrary" or "capricious" or in some stern lawyer voice say stupid things like, "That bond amount is absolutely draconian, your honor."

This is the very shit I used to hear the Moonbat city clerk say. Someone should have beat her up a long time ago.

So everyday, I read "naked capitalism." Every blog on there reminds me of Frankie. Written by some woman with a pen name of "Yves." Rhymes with Jeeves. Heh. She would not have lasted five seconds in Butte. http://www.nakedcapitalism.com/

I like to think that I attract the best and the brightest not because I can use a big word here or there- but because the people who read this blog know the inherent dangers. They understand. They don't want to me to wind up like Frankie. Or worse.

Dreams From My Other Father, Frank Marshall Davis*Updated

The facial similarities between Obama and communist, Frank Marshall Davis, are hard to ignore.

Update. The NY Times is getting into the fray. They are running an ad promoting the idea that Davis is in fact, Obama's father. Bloomberg writers are highly critical of the ad. This is what happens when while falling all over yourselves in a media love affair- nobody checks into or properly vets a candidate. Rather than do some investigative reporting in 2007- all the media can do now is spew venom whenever someone attacks our food stamp President. http://www.businessweek.com/articles/2012-09-11/new-york-post-runs-boldest-anti-obama-ad-yet 

Obama's mother, Stanley Anne Dunham, was certainly no choir girl either. She conceived Obama about a month before turning 18. Odd too, that Ms. Dunham traveled in the same cities as those Davis haunted.

How does the whole birth certificate thing figure in? I dunno, but I think Obama knows the truth.  

I'd love a DNA test to settle this once and for all. Until then- check out this site and view the side by side photos of Obama and Frank Marshall Davis. Ok to put tinfoil hat on before viewing. http://www.obamasrealfather.com/frank-marshall-davis/

The Food Stamp Presidents

Bush-Clinton-Bush-Obama and 24 years worth of banker congressional lackeys. Give them all credit. Each of them had a hand in this mess.

How can a Rhodes scholar, two Yale grads, a Harvard grad, and 24 years worth of lawyers masquerading as Congressmen- all conspire to turn our country into a Banana Republic?

Aren't these people the best and the brightest? No, quite clearly they are not. The last great President that this country had was Ronald Reagan. And you know what made him really great? The thing that he possessed that none of these other shitbags even think about? Well aside from the fact he apparently had a better education from Eureka college...

He had vast amounts of moral courage- and values. He talked about the decay of the American family. He pulled us out of one of the worst recessions ever. Was he perfect? No of course not...but compared to the last 24 years worth of "leadership" Reagan looks like pure genius.

I swear to the Almighty, I will not vote for one more piece of shit lawyer or elite banker. Vote well or not at all.

More on the latest food stamp President from the Wall St. Journal.

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By MORTIMER ZUCKERMAN

Don't be fooled by the headline unemployment number of 8.1% announced on Friday. The reason the number dropped to 8.1% from 8.3% in July was not because more jobs were created, but because more people quit looking for work.
The number for August reflects only people who have actively applied for a job in the past four weeks, either by interview or by filling an application form. But when the average period of unemployment is nearly 40 weeks, it is unrealistic to expect everyone who needs a job to keep seeking work consistently for months on end. You don't have to be lazy to recoil from the heartbreaking futility of knocking, week after week, on closed doors.

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Assistant editorial page editor James Freeman on the August jobs report and how it gels with President Obama's speech last night. Credit: Associated Press

How many people are out of work but not counted as unemployed because they hadn't sought work in the past four weeks? Eight million. This is the sort of distressing number that turns up when you look beyond the headline number.
Here's another one: 96,000—that's how many new jobs were added last month, well short of the anemic 125,000 predicted by analysts, and dramatically less than the (still paltry) 139,000 the economy had been averaging in 2012.
The alarming numbers proliferate the deeper you look: 40.7% of the people counted as unemployed have been out of work for 27 weeks or more—that's 5.2 million "long-term" unemployed. Fewer Americans are at work today than in April 2000, even though the population since then has grown by 31 million.
We are still almost five million payrolls shy of where we were at the end of 2007, when the recession began. Think about that when you hear the Obama administration's talk of an economic recovery.
The key indicator of our employment health, in all the statistics, is what the government calls U-6. This is the number who have applied for work in the past six months and includes people who are involuntary part-time workers—government-speak for those individuals whose jobs have been cut back to two or three days a week.

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Bloomberg A recruiter, left, talks to a job seeker during a career fair in Houston in August.

They are working part-time only because they've been unable to find full-time work. This involuntary army of what's called "underutilized labor" has been hovering for months at about 15% of the workforce. Include the eight million who have simply given up looking, and the real unemployment rate is closer to 19%.
In short, the president's ill-designed stimulus program was a failure. For all our other national concerns, and the red herrings that typically swim in electoral waters, American voters refuse to be distracted from the No. 1 issue: the economy. And even many of those who have jobs are hurting, because annual wage increases have dropped to an average of 1.6%, the lowest in the past 30 years. Adjusting for inflation, wages are contracting.
The best single indicator of how confident workers are about their jobs is reflected in how they cling to them. The so-called quit rate has sagged to the lowest in years.
Older Americans can't afford to quit. Ironically, since the recession began, employment in the age group of 55 and older is up 3.9 million, even as total employment is down by five million. These citizens hope to retire with dignity, but they feel the need to bolster savings as a salve for the stomach-churning decline in their net worth, 75% of which has come from the fall in the value of their home equity.
The baby-boomer population postponing its exit from the workforce in a recession creates a huge bottleneck that blocks youth employment. Displaced young workers now face double-digit unemployment and more life at home with their parents.
Many young couples decide that they can't afford to start a family, and as a consequence the birthrate has just hit a 25-year low of 1.87%. Nor are young workers' prospects very good. Layoff announcements have risen from year-ago levels and hiring plans have dropped sharply. People are not going to swallow talk of recovery until hiring is occurring at a pace to bring at least 300,000 more hires per month than the economy has been averaging for the past two years.
Furthermore, the jobs that are available are mostly not good ones. More than 40% of the new private-sector jobs are in low-paying categories such as health care, leisure activities, bars and restaurants.
We are experiencing, in effect, a modern-day depression. Consider two indicators: First, food stamps: More than 45 million Americans are in the program! An almost incredible record. It's 15% of the population compared with the 7.9% participation from 1970-2000. Food-stamp enrollment has been rising at a rate of 400,000 per month over the past four years.
Second, Social Security disability—another record. More than 11 million Americans are collecting federal disability checks. Half of these beneficiaries have signed on since President Obama took office more than three years ago.
These dependent millions are the invisible counterparts of the soup kitchens and bread lines of the 1930s, invisible because they get their checks in the mail. But it doesn't take away from the fact that millions of people who had good private-sector jobs now have to rely on welfare for life support.

I, Moron- The Sunday Collage

Have you ever had one of those weeks when you were absolutely positive that the worldwide village idiot Olympics were being held in your city?

That's how my week went. By this morning, I had to ask myself the appropriate question.

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Was it me, or was it them? I had to be honest with myself. I landed on them. And as I crept up the passenger side of a Jeep Cherokee on the four laner yesterday in heavy traffic, I watched as a woman put makeup on while gazing into her mirror and steering with her wrists. I knew this week was truly something special.

The morons have landed.

The difference between myself and most idiots- is that I know I am an idiot. This gives me a huge leg up on the competition. It allows me to attain a level of consciousness and in fact- it is my secret weapon. It is a weapon that not one person has ever tried to wrestle from my grasp.

I am not kidding you when I tell you- that I have had a number of former prison inmates who I work with (voluntarily) tell me what's wrong with me and how I should live my life. I cannot begin to describe that level of unconsciousness. I often look at them in awe and disbelief. I have everything I want and probably more than I deserve. I am happy.

I think, and this is how my simple mind works, that I'm probably not going to ask some guy doing a seven year stretch for robbery- for pointers on how to live my life. Here is the really, really interesting part. These people rarely- if ever- think there is something wrong with them. I am not kidding. Even after a seven year pit stop. They all think that they are smarter, wiser than the next guy. But it's not just them. It's a cultural epidemic. Just look at our current "leadership."

I might very well have not discovered the depths of my own idiocy without the help of Tolle's, "A New Earth." It's like a Chilton's Repair Guide for Morons, insert year. I actually cringed as I read parts of that book. 

That type of critical thinking- the mere possibility that you might be a moron- is forever lost on our culture. They see nothing useful in it. Everyone these days, apparently comes pre packaged with all of the self intelligence they will ever need. Thus they spend their time on the remaining critical life tasks. Fiddling with cellphones and dusting blush on in traffic. Fighting for the closest parking spot at the gym. Asking stupid questions in class and yes...there are stupid questions. Wearing earbuds. Watching garbage on television. Isolating themselves from others as they go about fulfilling their own wants and desires. Never coming to the aid of another.

But every once in a great while- I stumble onto a complete idiot like me. Someone actually mulling over the outlandish possibility that they might be the problem. When that happens- it's like a great reunion. Two people willing to admit that yes, they have never felt quite right in this meat suit that adorns the exterior. That they have always felt just a little uncomfortable around others and have recently become willing to accept that something must change and improve within them. 

Father Des would say, in a world where everyone thinks that they have the credentials to teach- finally a student has arrived.

And when you find someone like that- oh so rare- I often stop to consider the larger possibilities. How far might we evolve as a culture if all of our people realized that indeed- they were morons? Idiots like us. There's just no telling what we could achieve.