Showing posts with label ace of spades. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ace of spades. Show all posts

Monday, January 11, 2021

Ed Morrissey? Screw Him

Over at Hot Air, Ed Morrissey, whom we've read since 2003 when blogged at Captain's Quarters, says he's no longer a Republican. Ace says that's been true of Morrissey since 2015. Morrissey's mad about Trump contesting the election, as if it wasn't stolen before our eyes. He talks about duty, republican virtues, blah, blah, blah. The Dems turned the streets over to racist, fascist mobs and stole the 2020 election and Morrissey wants to go on about fidelity to small 'r' republican principles. Remember, Ace is always right. Morrissey and his ilk will be blabbing away about small 'r' principles when Antifa is lining them up against a wall. 

Even at a time like this, some Republicans need to be respectable. It's just baffling. We tore a friend of ours a new one over this a few months ago and after a hard talk told him it was time to do the right thing and register as a Dem. This friend of ours works for an industry that will be hurt by Harris/Biden. We hope he enjoys the knew regulations. 

We weren't planning to talk about stuff like this till inauguration week, but as Prime Minister McMillan said, 'events, dear boy, events.' We said we'll never vote again. And we mean it. But that doesn't mean we won't have to deal with the left from time to time. 

The best advice we can give, stop being polite. Don't let people get away with knocking Trump or the Deplorables or America at meetings, parties and the like. We've told this story before, but a couple years ago we were in a waiting room in Massachusetts when a woman walked in and made a big deal about Fox News being on the TV. She thought she could get away with it. We shredded her. 'What, you want to put it on fake news CNN, like you have fake Indian senators up here? Me white man, trade big wampum.'  And don't be nice about it. Be disrespectful, belittle the bastards. We've warn a MAGA hat practically everywhere we go since George Floyd was murdered, an act of defiance. We dare someone to do something about it.

The time for mutual respect and civility has passed. There's a certain type of Republican who just doesn't get that. And never will. 

We've lived through two Republican Revolutions, the Gingrich in '94 and the Tea Party in 2010. When it started we were debating gays in the military. At the end we're arguing over bathrooms and pronouns. When the GOPs had the presidency, house and senate from 2017-2019 Ryan, McConnel and company did....what? Conservative Republicans have conserved nothing and won nothing.

That's why we're not a Republican anymore either. How's them principles, Ed?

Wednesday, October 3, 2018

Stroockisms

We give you Ace of Spades spot on analysis of the Kavanaugh confirmation:
This story had been a bus crash. 
Then it devolved into the crash of a bus filled with clowns.

Now it has entered a new phase: A bus full of circus clowns crashing into a school for blind children and even worse the clowns were doing their "Gasoline Comedy" act that day and now all the blind children are on fire and the clowns are trying to squirt water on them with their stupid lapel-flowers but the flowers are just squirting out more gas and the children are crying tears of fire out of their Unseeing Dead Eyes and holy shit a couple of the clowns look like they have boners and they're chasing around the fiery blind children trying to rub up on them with these bobbling clown-boners with big red bulbs on their tips.
It took us ten minutes to read our way through that. Ten minutes.

If you really want to crack up, use your computer's 'read aloud' function.

Middle Daughter: What's wrong with Daddy?
Youngest Daughter: I can't hear the TV!

Thursday, March 9, 2017

Flip This

Via the intrepid and indefatigable Ace of Spades we have this bit of irony:



Ace makes a great point. In the time it took these gals to flip all the books around they could have cranked out a few thousand words in their magnum opus about angry feminists, disillusioned young women, urban hipsters, or some such.

One is further reminded of Herman Wouk's Caine Mutiny. The Caine of course has a novelist on board, the cynical Tom. When our protagonist Willie Keith takes over many of Tom's duties, he is shocked to learn how badly and inefficiently he performed them. Tom valued time above all else, time to write his novel.

Time people, make some. I know I do. Ok, today I blew it and let myself stay in bed all the way till 6:30. You can't blame me. Mrs. Stroock was too much of an alluring S beneath the blanket not to snuggle up to for a while. After that I got my coffee (life blood) and was writing this post by 6:40.

You think any of the gals in that bookstore or the ones who are cheering them on were up at 6:30 and thought they slept in? Look up what the feminist harpy Elizabeth Wurtzel was doing on 9/11. These people will sleep through anything.

Really, come on, girls. There's a fiction gap? I suppose maybe, for example, in historical literature. One suspects that most of your 19th century frontier novels were written by men. Most of the hardy frontier women were too busy, you know, with the household chores and just didn't have the free time of your modern, urban and hip young women with degrees from the writing program at Oberlin. 

Have these gals been to a B&N lately? Have they seen the sea of romance novels, vampire lit and pastel clad tomes about pretty urban young women with great careers living in exposed brick apartments but still somehow single?

You know what there's a dearth of? Men's lit. That's why everyone I know who is writing about stuff men like (explosions, tits) is indy.

Hey, you want to write your feminist tome? I'm all for it. Get to work.