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?

And a grandstanding, cowardly mutt at that.

When I heard that Andrew Cuomo (Yes, Mario’s boy), the Attorney General of New York, was “taking legal action” against the recipients of the AIG bonuses, I wondered about the legal theory he was relying on to recoup those moneys. Certainly he could not commence a criminal proceeding against these people, for they have committed no crime. None. None at all. To the contrary, they held valid contracts, the payment of which was specifically authorized by the bill passed by both houses of Congress and signed by the President.

So, if they committed no crime, Cuomo would have to proceed against them in a civil action to recoup the money. But, what on what legal theory would he base his case? I suppose he could challenge the validity of the contracts themselves, but no one, thus far, has questioned their validity.

If any lawyers (or non-lawyers) out there would care to suggest why any civil action Cuomo might have brought would not be dismissed for failure to state a claim on which relief could be granted, I’d love to hear it.

I’d also like to know why his suit would not be dismissed for lack of standing.

The truth is that all Cuomo had going for him had nothing to do with the law, but rather was all about instilling fear of exposure and resultant physical harm to these people and their families and instilling the fear of being crushed by naked government power. This is made abundantly clear by the letter of resignation written by an AIG employee who agreed to work for a dollar per year in anticipation of receiving payment of the “bonus.”

Cuomo should be relegated to litigating rear-end hits.

I had intended to write something after watching The One’s press conference. I made it through the press conference but then promptly fell asleep in Mr. Recliner. I dreamed about the bushel of money that will surely be coming my way in the next Stimulus Package. Or a pony. Or something.

A few days ago, I posted links to the record we made in 1966. Today, I received an email from my pal Jerry from Indiana, who found this on e-bay. Yep, someone is selling one of the 45’s. The seller, so far, has gotten a bid of fifty bucks for the thing (check the link before it disappears). Go figure.

I remember, back when I posted this, someone was asking $200.00 for one of the records. I wonder if it’s the same person.

No, I am not the seller, nor am I the bidder. Hell, if I rummaged around a bit in my basement, I probably could put my hands on a half dozen of these babies in never-played condition. I figure I’ll wait until the price soars into the thousands, then I’ll go for the big score.

In the meantime, I’ll happily sing you the shit live for a bottle of decent bourbon.

From my buddy, Brian, the Air Force Vet.