A mongrel people?

Did Barack Obama actually call Blacks “a mongrel people?”

Why, yes. Yes he did.

I grew up in southeast Georgia, where Blacks comprised nearly 40% of the population during the 1960s and 1970s. It’s down to around 30% statewide today. So, unlike most Whites in the home states of Barack Obama and Daniel Inouye (1.6%), Nancy Pelosi (6.1%), Harry Reid (6.4%), or Howard Dean (0.6%), I actually grew up going to school with, playing with, going to church with … Blacks.

I’ve never considered Blacks a mongrel people. Still don’t, despite what the president says.

And I haven’t changed my opinion of Barack Obama, either. He is a jackass.

Obama Is Coming to Help. Hide!

Obama is wanting to help small businesses, which has to be pretty scary for them. Obama is a lot like Lenny for Of Mice and Men; he’ll want to pet the puppies, but eventually accidentally crush their necks. At least an advantage of being a small business is that they’ll be more able to hide from Obama. He’ll come into town saying, “Where are the small businesses? I want to hug ’em and squeeze ’em and name them George!” But he won’t see any if they’re all hiding well and then he’ll get all sad. Then we try to get Obama to help something we don’t care about, like San Francisco.

The guy is like Godzilla, but more patronizing.

Mother, May I Blog for Treacher?

I have another blog post at the DC Trawler that’s my legal analysis of the Arizona decision. It’s like Treacher never left — except he did and he’s never coming back.

My Questions for Obama

So Obama goes on The View today. Somehow, I don’t think he’s going to get asked the hard-hitting questions we’d wish people would ask him. You know most of that group is going to suck up to Obama, which will leave the fate of the nation in the hands of Elisabeth Hasslebeck. She’s not exactly a towering conservative intellectual, but compared to the rest of the cast she’s William F. Buckley. Still, I’m not expecting much of interest from this, but here are the questions anyone with integrity should be asking the president if they have a chance:

MY QUESTIONS FOR OBAMA

* Why do you suck?

* No really, what’s with all the sucking?

* Like you’d expect most people to at least learn somewhat and suck less, but you just keep sucking more and more. Why is that?

* You suck so bad, it’s like you’re a black hole, just sucking and destroying anything that doesn’t suck. What’s up with that?

* Yes, I know a black hole doesn’t really suck as it just as the same gravity as any other body with its equivalent mass, but I think you get my meaning.

* No, I didn’t say “black ho.” That wouldn’t even make sense in context. You’re just trying to change the subject, but the subject is how much you suck and that’s what we’re talking about.

* No, we’re not going to agree to disagree. You suck; it’s a scientific fact. Now I want an explanation on national television.

* No, you’re not going to get out of this by crying.

* Really, I don’t care how much you cry.

* Okay, okay. Stop crying. Maybe I was being too harsh.

* No, no. It’s okay. You don’t suck. I was just kidding. There’s nothing to cry about. Bad joke.

* Um… next question… um… The White House, is that a fun place to live?

Random Thoughts

I’ve looked at the AZ decision and it has a lot of words in it.

So not only does Obama pass unpopular laws, he blocks popular laws other people pass. I don’t think he likes us.

To Whom It May Concern: Shut up, stupid!

It’s a tough job, but somebody’s got to do it

Jan loved her job. Sure, no job is perfect, but she really, really liked this one.

Jan ran Division 48 at a large corporation. She had a lot of people that depended on her doing her job right. And not everyone in the division liked how she did her job. But most did. And the Division was doing a lot better than many of the other divisions in the company. Jan was satisfied that she was doing a good job.

That morning, like many mornings, she noticed some strange people on the floor. Like every other morning, Jan had parked in the garage, walked to the employee entrance, swiped her badge, and entered the building. And, again this morning, she noticed that there were people wandering around the building who didn’t have a company badge.

She discovered that, while the door she entered every day was working, not every door to the building worked properly. Not that the doors wouldn’t open or allow people to entered with a badge swipe. No, the problem was that the doors would open without a badge swipe. And people from the company next door would walk into the building at will. And people from other companies could just walk in at will. And people who wandered the street would just walk in at will.

There was a desk at the main company entrance — a public area — where other people could enter the building and wait in line at the security desk. There were also security doors required a badge swipe on each floor of the building adjacent to a public area. Not every division was adjacent to a public area, but many were. Including Jan’s.

Jan sat at her desk, wondering how to handle the situation, as she had done for many days. This morning, though, Jan reached a decision. She opened Outlook and scheduled a meeting.


The meeting went well. Not everyone agreed with the decision. But Jan had decided that someone from her division would be stationed at the security door, checking anyone who wasn’t from the company, ensuring that visitors had a visitor’s pass.

Jan sent the memo around, copying the other 49 divisions, plus corporate headquarters, about the policies that were being implemented at the security door between Division 48 and the public area.

Minutes later, the phone rang. It was Eric. He oversaw the security for the company. And he wasn’t happy.

Jan explained that security was a problem on the floor, and that Corporate Security wasn’t doing its job. Eric said that his group was doing just fine thank you very much. His people had more important things to do than stand by the door outside Division 48.

“Like what?” Jan asked.

“Have you seen how many people are putting plastic in the paper recycle bin?” Eric responded. “It’s a full time job keeping people from mixing paper and plastic. We don’t have time to fix the security doors and man the floors looking for people without badges.”

Jan sighed. “That’s crazy, Eric. We have serious security issues at the company, and if you won’t or can’t do your job, my division will do it where we can.”

“We’ll see about that,” Eric said. And the call ended.


Susan concluded her meeting with Eric and Jan. She told Jan that people in her division could do some of the duties outlined in her memo. But some of the items crossed the line because they fell into Eric’s area of responsibility.

Jan would comply. Susan didn’t run the company, but her ruling would stand for now. Jan would appeal.

She just hoped the company would stay solvent until the security doors and processes were fixed.

Be prepared … to be ignored

A Scout is:

  • Trustworthy,
  • Loyal,
  • Helpful,
  • Friendly,
  • Courteous,
  • Kind,
  • Obedient,
  • Cheerful,
  • Thrifty,
  • Brave,
  • Clean,
  • Reverent

Oh, and not as important as a daytime TV show.