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If there was truth in campaigning...

A Year On.

Barack Obama's THE ANT AND THE GRASSHOPPER

Once upon a time in the heartland of America, an ant and a grasshopper were discussing the future on a bright spring day.

"I'm going to gather a little extra food each day and store it away for the winter," the ant said. "That way I'll have enough to last until next March, when the grass and seeds will start growing again."

"Oh, that's too hard!" exclaimed the grasshopper. "Besides, there's time to do that later. I'm going to take some time off to enjoy the summer and have some fun!"

So every day, the ant would work hard gathering food, carrying it past the grasshopper, who played his fiddle and paused only long enough to smirk or laugh at the ant.

"You work too hard!" he observed. "Who do you think you are?"

The ant answered "I'm someone who intends to survive another year!" and kept on going.

This continued all summer and into the fall.

Little by little, the food became scarcer and harder to find.

The ant didn't worry; if he didn't find enough food in a day, he would take a small amount out of storage to fill his plate. With careful rationing, he'd still have plenty to last until spring.

But the grasshopper grew hungrier and hungrier and became resentful of the ant.

"Who does that greedy little ant think he is, hoarding all the food?" he muttered to himself. "He thinks he's too good to share with those less fortunate than him!"

When the grasshopper's appetite grew too voracious to control, he petitioned the Deer Leader, a tall, lanky creature with protruding ears, whose job it was to make all the decisions the woodland creatures had to live by.

"Look at all the food that greedy ant has, Deer Leader, and I don't have ANY! If I don't get something to eat, I'll be dead by November! It's not fair!" he implored.

So Deer Leader paid a visit to the ant.

"It's not fair that you have so much, ant," he said, "while the grasshopper has so little."

The ant cried, "But I worked hard for every piece of food that I have! If you take it, all that work will have been for nothing!"

Deer Leader snorted derisively, "Then maybe you shouldn't have worked so hard!"

Angered, the ant asked "And why is it that the grasshopper had NO responsibility to work HARDER, instead of playing his fiddle all summer?"

Deer Leader snorted again, "What an insensitive question!"

Deer Leader seized half the ant's food and took it to the grasshopper.

"Here, grasshopper," he said as he dropped the food on the grasshopper's doorstep. "When the rich, greedy ants won't share, remember that Deer Leader will take care of you, because I CARE."

The leaves fell, and soon the snow did too.

As December faded into January, the ant, who had gathered enough food to last until March, and the grasshopper, who hadn't even gathered enough to last through November, starved to death, dying in fact on the same day.

And Deer Leader laughed and laughed and laughed, because their Outcomes were Equal, and in the end that was the only thing that mattered.

THE END

Barack Obama, on his decision to abolish my freedom to choose. (My comments in brackets.)

"Now, even if we provide these affordable options, there may be those -- especially the young and the healthy -- who still want to take the risk and go without coverage ... The problem is, such irresponsible behavior costs all the rest of us money. If there are affordable options and people still don't sign up for health insurance, it means we pay for these people's expensive emergency room visits.

[Except that it is not a foregone conclusion that those without insurance will go to the emergency room. Some, such as I, will go to their family doctor and pay out of pocket. Others have a deep mistrust of all doctors and will choose to treat themselves. Some might even take care of their health and not HAVE to go to a doctor.]

... And unless everybody does their part, many of the insurance reforms we seek -- especially requiring insurance companies to cover preexisting conditions -- just can't be achieved.

[It's not my responsibility to offer up my liberty as a sacrifice just so you can achieve your agenda, Mr. President.]

And that's why under my plan, individuals will be required to carry basic health insurance -- just as most states require you to carry auto insurance.

[Apples and oranges, Mr. President. I can CHOOSE not to buy auto insurance, by choosing not to drive a car. Do we really want to live in a society where the only option I have to exercise my freedom is to choose not to live?]

... There will be a hardship waiver for those individuals who still can't afford coverage ...

[So, I'm supposed to go crawling to some career bureaucrat on a power trip, throw myself on his mercy, and beg for an exception?]

... [W]e can't have large businesses and individuals who can afford coverage game the system by avoiding responsibility to themselves or their employees.

[Where did this responsibility come from? Is it in the Constitution? Or is it a responsibility because you SAY it's a responsibility?]

Improving our health care system only works if everybody does their part."

[I am a human being, endowed by my Creator with certain unalienable rights, such as life, LIBERTY, and the pursuit of happiness, not some cog in your death machine, Mr. President.]

Now, just a reminder of what CANDIDATE Obama said about the Individual Mandate:

From our "God Is The State; The State Is God" desk...

Earl Durnell: "God" and "Government" are synonyms, and Barack Obama's my Own Personal Jesus.

What's a polite way to say BIG FAT LIAR?

Oh, I know.

Obama's remarks upon signing the tobacco legislation yesterday are inconsistent with reality.

This legislation will not ban all tobacco products, and it will allow adults to make their own choices.

Well, no. Clearly it won't.

The new law bans candy and fruit flavors in tobacco products[.]

So as an adult, I will be prevented from buying an orange-flavored cigarette (similar to those Camel used to make) or a chocolate-flavored one. How does that allow adults to make their own choices?

Prohibition is alive and well, folks. I just didn't know they'd get around to banning FLAVORS so soon.

The War on Pleasure marches on.

Bonus Democrat Knock-Knock Joke.

"Knock-knock."

"Who's there?"

"Barack Obama."

"Pardon me; I have to go change my panties. The mere mention of His name makes me Moist Down There!"

"Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't know this was the Mainstream Media's house!"

Democrat knock-knock joke.

Knock-knock.

Who's there?

Barack Obama.

Hurry inside, Mr. President! Sandy Berger's in the area and he might stuff you down his pants and run off with you!

Bonus Democrat Knock-knock Joke.

"Knock-knock!"

"Who's there?"

"Barack Obama. I hear you clinging to your guns and religion in there! Stop it RIGHT NOW!!!"

Another Democrat Knock-knock Joke.

"Knock-knock."

"Who's there?"

"Barack Obama."

"Ted Kennedy left a message for you. He wants to take you on a car ride over the Chappaquiddick Bridge."

"But I'm not pregnant!"

Another Democrat Knock-knock joke.

"Knock-knock!"

"Who's there?"

"Barack Obama."

"Oh, are you back from your drug-fueled limo joyride into Sodom already, Mr. President?"

Well, *yeah*, but it's not a good thing.

Breitbart reports on the possibility of Borg Queen Obama being a Vulcan.

What with all the "The needs (or in his case the WANTS) of the many outweigh the needs (or in his case the RIGHTS) of the few" positions, the similarities are definitely there.

So maybe he IS a Vulcan. Or at least he WAS, before he got assimilated and ascended the Hive Mind to the rank of Queen.

[H/T 2 Drudgey-poo.]

Call it the KILL THE MUSIC bill.

This is alarming.

Radio stations say the artists get their fair share when their music is played over the radio free of charge, and people who like it go out to buy it. That could all change if a bill in Congress becomes law. The bill's proposed tax would make all radio stations pay every artist whom they play, on top of what they pay for licensing fees.

A lot of radio stations (maybe even most) would have no choice but to either fold up their tents or switch to a talk radio format. And since right-wing radio is more pervasive and more professionally-produced and more interesting, they'd likely choose that. Which, of course, would give the Obama administration an excuse to bring back the Fairness Doctrine.

Which may be their plan all along.

The Recession: Cliff's Notes.

Need a concise piece you can assign to non-policy-wonks to read to help them understand why Obama's economic plan will lead to drift and decay?

Print this out and give it to them.

[H/T 2 my friend R.]

For the purposes of this post . . .

. . . forget the fear and lost productivity that this cost New Yorkers.

My question is, how much did this little stunt cost taxpayers? And for what purpose, so Obama could use the picture of Air Force One with the Statue of Liberty in the background in campaign ads in 2012?

And if I might ask a follow-up, Mr. Gibbs, why hasn't whoever ultimately authorized this maneuver been fired?

This goes under "How much did this cost taxpayers, Part 2?"

Obama McCavity.

I had one of those Unified Field moments of synthesis last night.

I was planning what I wanted to post today, and while mulling over Borg Queen Obama a seemingly random memory popped into my head. A quote, I think to my friend Max, in high school or maybe my brief stint at a Government Higher Indoctrination Center.

A simple observation:

"Dogs are glad to see YOU; Cats are glad that YOU see THEM."

I've revisited this once or twice over the decades, and come up with an expansion.

"Dogs are glad for themselves to see you; cats may be genuinely glad for YOU that you see them."

Suddenly, my muse vomited the following on my head.

Obama is a cat. He thinks so highly of himself that he honestly believes he is doing us a favor by letting us bask in his presence. Our President, my friends, is a cat.

Which explains why it took him a lifetime to get a dog.

And why he is so often found sitting on the floor, one leg hiked straight up in the air, cleaning his butt with his tongue.

I just hope he doesn't spray the furniture.

This is belt tightening?/How much did this cost the taxpayers? Part 1.

Only if this is Opposite Day and by "tightening" you mean "loosening."

Remember the hell Nancy Reagan caught for buying some drapes and dinnerware? Borg Queen Obama, against the will of Congress, decides to renovate the Washington mall at a minimum cost of $55 million (They, those monuments to Obama's narcissism, such as the "People's Garden," aren't gonna build themselves), then plans to embark on a self-congratulatory joyride in Air Force One to celebrate his first 100 days in office.

But hey, how do you* complain about THIS frivolous use of taxpayer money when you let him get by with that little jaunt to Denver for a photo-op without so much as a peep?

You want to save money, Mr. President? Then put a boot on one of the tires of that plane, and don't take it off without the permission of the minority party.





* - And by "you," I mean YOU, Lapdog Media!

There's No "I" In "Drone."

I get what He's trying to do with the bees.

He's borrowing a page from the Clintons' playbook and trying to make it all about the symbolism. You know, style over substance. You remember the Clinton Era, don't you, when appearance mattered over reality so much that on more than one occasion when Congress held hearings on pollution or harassment or the health problem du jour, they would call to offer expert testimony and actor or actress who had starred in a movie about that problem?

It's not all that surprising really, coming as it does from someone with a Borg mentality. "Look what the noble collective can do, My underlings. All it takes is a strong central individual and a bunch of workers and drones that have shed their individuality and intellect in favor of The Hive Mind. See how much can be accomplished when we are each our brother's beekeeper."

But bees are not people, Mr. President. They do not come with a soul in their basic equipment package. They are not endowed by their Creator with certain inalienable rights to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. Those very concepts are often annihilated for individuals in The Hive for "The Greater Good."

Another difference between bees and people is that bees lack the greatest force for the good and progress of the species that has ever existed -- the human capacity to reason. Bees do not experiment. Bees do not invent. Bees do not transform a slab of metal and perspiration into a Cadillac, nor do they aspire to try. Bees do not discover penicillin. Bees do not punish the murderers among them.

You know what bees do, Mr. President? They eat and drink and poop and accidentally pollinate some flowers and stick chewed-up paper on the walls and if they're lucky they might get laid somewhere along the way and then they sting you and then they die. They don't assign their best minds to work on curing the Colony Collapse problem; they have not invented a Mite Repellant Cream.

And when they die, hey, no big. What is one nameless drone among thousands? It's not like he ever did anything special with his life. It's not like he invented the Cadillac.

Nothing worth a damn was ever designed by a committee.

I'm pretty sure that goes for colonies, too.