I cannot get this image out of my head. Of course, it doesn’t help that it’s all over the web, but, even with that, I suspect the image will stick with me for a long time. The spectacle of the President of the United States of America bowing to the Saudi King Abdullah is simultaneously sickening and enraging.

Call me old fashioned, but I believe that the President of the United States, in his role as President, should bow to no mortal. None. Ever.

If being a member-in-good-standing of the world community means that the President must behave as a supplicant to anyone, let alone a monarch of a repressive country and a country, which, but for sitting atop of sea of oil, would be little more than a collection of desert nomads stuck in the seventh century, we shouldn’t join the club.

While the barber tonsorial artist was cutting my hair this morning, the following exchange ensued:

Tonsorial Artist: I’d give my left nut to have your hair.

Me: I don’t think I’d go that far.

PRS operatives, always on the case, have managed to get a copy of one of The One’s partially completed “To Do” Lists.

1. Pick out gift for Queen Whatshername. Maybe something musical, but No CDs!

2. Fire that capitalist pig who runs GM.

3. Tell Rahm to get moving on a new GM Board of Directors.

4. Return Bill Ayers’ call re: speaking gigs.

5. Thank Nancy Pelosi for the weed.

6. Call Soros: ACORN loved the rifles, but they want bayonets. Important for door-to-door canvassing. See if Soros will help.

7. Figure out someplace to send Biden where no one will see or hear the dopey bastard.

8. Learn about military stuff, like guns and missiles.

9. Ask Holder what’s keeping him from getting that capitalist pig Limbaugh off the air.

10. Ask Holder to have one of his guys draft an Executive Order – I will no longer be addressed as “Mr. President,” but rather as “My Leader.”

I sort of expect that by the time I post this it will have already gone viral, but there are probably some peeps who have not seen/heard it. It is really quite good on several levels. Enjoy.

That’s probably if for me today, as I spent far more time than I would have liked downloading Microsoft security stuff and waiting for it to install.

Mr. Recliner beckons.

A thirty-five member commission appointed by New Jersey Governor Jon *spit* Corzine has recommended, among other gems, in-state tuition rates for undocumented illegal immigrants. Jersey blogger, lawhawk, states:

Stop this insanity. These are illegal aliens who would be getting what amounts to a $10,000 subsidy per year over what out-of-state tuition would be at state schools. A New York resident seeking to go to Rutgers couldn’t get the in-state tuition rate, but an illegal alien could. United States citizens from outside New Jersey couldn’t get the deal that Corzine is offering illegal aliens.

This, at a time when New Jersey citizens are bolting from the state, because it’s too expensive to live here and when no one in his right mind would seek to start a business in New Jersey, only to be stripped clean by taxes and crushed by burdensome, often make-work-for-bureaucrats regulations.

In Jersey we get it in neck from Washington and Trenton. It’s a regular goddamned festival.

Coalition of the Swilling and the JerseyNut have more.

Yo, Jimbo. You seem rather depressed and surly these days. Wassup?

Oh, not much, except that:

We have a Secretary of the Treasury who didn’t pay his taxes demanding the power to nationalize companies (can’t say how many or which ones), which in someone’s opinion (don’t know exactly whose that might be) are in danger of failing (not sure what “failing” means).

We have a President who has absolutely no business experience whatsoever, firing the CEO of a publicly held corporation (No, He’s not on the Board of Directors), replacing the current Board of Directors, and overseeing a reorganization plan.

We have a President using his campaign contributor database to identify and mobilize people (people whose allegiance is to Him and not to the democrat party or the Constitution) to go door to door to convince the “non-believers” of His righteousness and wisdom.

We have the legislative groundwork for a uniformed “volunteer” force, part of which will be staffed with members of ACORN, an organization with members that plead guilty to voter registration fraud in several states.

We have a Congress that targeted specific American citizens, who broke no laws, with punitive taxes, because they didn’t “like” the very contracts they had previously approved.

We are being saddled with murderous debt at the same time that our investments (and the investments of the “middle class” who are participants in a pension fund) are in the crapper.

Aw hell, maybe I’m over-reacting. The guy’s got a great smile.

1. I saw a guy wearing whites and a chef’s hat walking into a local convenience store.

I figured, maybe he ran out of salt? Pepper? Sugar? It could happen.

On my way back a few minutes later I saw him coming out of the store carrying one of those cardboard trays, which contained several coffees “to go.” WTF?

Yo, you’re a farookin’ chef. Put on a pot!

2. I walked past a black kid in his late teens who was waiting for a bus. He was wearing a too-large, flat-brimmed Yankee baseball cap turned sideways and baggy pants just slightly south of the beginning of his asscrack. He was also wearing a black and white keffiyeh around his neck. I know that the black and white keffiyeh is a “symbol of Palestinian heritage,” but I think I am safe in assuming that this kid’s heritage is more like … Newark.

I really wanted to stop and ask him in a very friendly, non-confrontational way why he was wearing a keffiyeh, but I didn’t, because IJ decided that there isn’t a single possible answer he could have given me that would have convinced me that he was anything other than an asshole. Besides, I really don’t feature tangling ass with a kid one-third my age, even though I’m sure I could have easily jacked his pants down around his ankles (they were one-third of the way there already) and as he was doing the penguin walk, kick him in the stindeens.

I’ve had better groundpounds.

While the country was distracted by perfectly legal bonuses, the Administration and the Congress have been busy. This, from Doug Ross, ought to make you more than a little nervous.

Others have posted this video, but I figure there must be some of you who haven’t seen it. The irony here is as thick as setting concrete. Howard Dean, who looks like he has a poker up his ass and who sounds like a robot, obviously hasn’t watched Kieth Olbermann’s show very much, which is true of most people, judging by Olbermann’s ratings. Olbermann’s little attempt to explain himself at towards the end of the video without mentioning himself is solid gold.

Two farookin’ maroons.

h/t SondraK

Not having thought about what to write (Life 101 had prevented such), I figured I’d do a bit of stream of consciousness:

1. I like Dick Cheney. Oh, I know, “Horror of Horrors, he actually likes Dick Cheney.” Well, I do. I frankly don’t give a shit what happens to terrorists or, in Obamaspeak, “Islamic friends who just don’t know us well enough yet.” For all the talk about “Constitution shredding,” the current mob in Washington, compared to Dick Cheney, is like one of those machines that gobbles up credit cards as if they were made of pastina. Velociman said it way better than I could ever hope to.

2. I caught an old episode of the “Andy Griffith Show,” and it made me think about how much I would like to live in Mayberry, even if I were Otis Campbell, the town drunk.

3. I would pay a good deal of money to slap the shit out of Bill Maher.

4. Rhetorical question: Is there anyone more loathsome, on more levels, than Barney Frank?

5. I wish John would have never met Yoko and Paul would have never met Linda (three-finger-chords) Eastman.

6. I would like to find the guy who dreamed up the idea of reality shows and knock the shit out him on prime time.

7. If I were King, there would be NO college sports. Colleges “recruit” morons, most of whom are never graduated. It’s all about money. Screw “March Madness.” Yeah, I’m cranky.

8. If you don’t like the Eagles (No, not the goddamned football team), you are either deaf, young and dim, or your head is way up your ass.

9. Obama is a Marxist. If you don’t think so, you fit in well with those described in number 8, above.

10. Feh! Like I said: I’m really cranky.

P.S. I don’t care to argue with people over any of this. If I wanted to argue with people I don’t know, I could go to the corner saloon and enjoy getting hammered in the process. Therefore, if you don’t like any of the above, please move along, for I don’t give a shit about what you think. Follow?