Yuck it up, you pond scum excrement. You accuse racism (among other outrageous lies in this short email) with absolutely no evidence at all. So you are the racist, you pathetic loser. Shut your hate hole. (image and article via Weasel Zippers).
I think it’s important to vote and to vote for President Obama because we’ve got to defeat the evil people who are trying to take over America’s political system. And I’m talking about the Koch brothers, I’m talking about Sheldon Adelson, I’m talking about Karl Rove and all the money that they have poured into this campaign in the most ugly, the worst possible, disgusting tactics, trying to suppress the vote, trying to lie to people — not trying, lying to people — trying to scare people, and just pouring bill-, millions and millions and millions of their own dollars to try to buy this election.
Bill Press is now a repeat offender on uncleham.
I’m not going to sugar coat it, last night’s results were very bad at the national level. But America has persevered through tough trials before: starvation at Jamestown, seemingly hopeless odds in the American Revolution, Brits burning the White House in the War of 1812, bitter division that stewed for decades leading up to and through the Civil War. We’ve put Jim Crow laws in our past, suffered terrible poverty and the Dust Bowl in the 1930s. We’ve defeated genocidal monsters all over the world. Through each of these seemingly insurmountable challenges, we’ve emerged stronger on the other side. Chin up, young Lady Liberty. Be patient with us – it’s going to take years. But we will not let you down.
Yes, I’m well aware that the left classifies me as a card-carrying Samurai in the War on Women.
On the other hand, Barack Obama and the left really care about women. Don’t take my word for it, just watch this perverted ad for conclusive proof.
Surely Obama will be quite proud to show that crowning achievement “first time” ad to his grandchildren one day. We “Warriors on Women” have a polar opposite message for the ladies we love: vote for your individual liberties, vote with your God-given ability to reason.
For previous Ubuntu versions, I had used the Alternate CD .iso image installer in order to get disk encryption for my laptop. As Marius Nestor correctly points out, there’s no Alternate CD with 12.10 – this feature is now wrapped in the main installer. I discovered all this after my first install using the “Something else” option shown Marius’ post, which didn’t offer the disk encryption option (or perhaps I missed it).
There’s no GUI method of turning off “Guest Session” login, but it can be easily done in config.
The launcher is much improved and rearranging icons is finally a user-friendly experience.
I don’t like advertised content in the Dash. I’m betting the community will shout that idea down. But in the meantime, I think I saw a way to turn them off along with Twitter/Facebook/Gmail/etc. integrations.
Overall, my early-2008 vintage ZaReason 2GB BigLap had been ready for a fresh install. Now it’s running 12.10 just fine, thank you very much. It’s a worthy upgrade.
John Jay argued in Federalist #4 for a unified but wise America in the face of late 18th Century foreign threats. It’s a timely read after last night’s foreign policy Presidential debate:
Wisely, therefore, do they consider union and a good national government as necessary to put and keep them in such a situation as, instead of inviting war, will tend to repress and discourage it.
The warnings contained in the final paragraph of Federalist #4 are so applicable today that they warrant full citation here:
But whatever may be our situation, whether firmly united under one national government, or split into a number of confederacies, certain it is, that foreign nations will know and view it exactly as it is; and they will act toward us accordingly. If they see that our national government is efficient and well administered, our trade prudently regulated, our militia properly organized and disciplined, our resources and finances discreetly managed, our credit re-established, our people free, contented, and united, they will be much more disposed to cultivate our friendship than provoke our resentment. If, on the other hand, they find us either destitute of an effectual government (each State doing right or wrong, as to its rulers may seem convenient), or split into three or four independent and probably discordant republics or confederacies, one inclining to Britain, another to France, and a third to Spain, and perhaps played off against each other by the three, what a poor, pitiful figure will America make in their eyes! How liable would she become not only to their contempt but to their outrage, and how soon would dear-bought experience proclaim that when a people or family so divide, it never fails to be against themselves.
Since some “Handshake” links from algop.org are now broken (as of October 23, 2012), see below for a full text capture of the 2010 Republican Handshake with Alabama from handshakewithalabama.com. Also, here’s a PDF copy of the Handshake downloaded from kurtwallace2010.com also on October 23, 2012.
In his book “Dupes“, Paul Kengor chronicles FDR’s misguided charity towards Stalin (to whom he gave the casual moniker “Uncle Joe”). FDR had several close advisors who tried to coax him out of this stance throughout his Presidency, to no avail. Tragically, FDR stubbornly held his position through the Yalta Conference, which occurred just a couple of months before his death. Kengor writes:
It took FDR only a few weeks to deduce that he may have failed postwar Eastern Europe at Yalta. He learned quickly, but only after the conference. He had been president for twelve years prior to Yalta–during which time the Soviet tyrant was murdering tens of millions of his own citizens for his classless “utopia”–but still he had not figured out Stalin’s monstrous character. This was an odd learning curve, and a fatal one.
I doubt these MSNBC lying propagandists feel any shame whatsoever, even though they’ve now been busted (hat tip Right Scoop).
Joe responded after the doctored clip with a fake laugh outburst, hands completely covering and rubbing his face, while he muttered “Sweet Jesus” in feigned embarrassment for Romney. Mika offered a patronizing fake apology: “Sorry. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be so hard on him [Romney].” Both showed outward discomfort in these responses, unable to look into the camera while they lamely attempted to bolster the lie.
One of my favorite little guys in the world is a better sally and taddy catcher than you are, take my word for it. Scared of handling animals? Fuhgetaboutit. He converses naturally in eloquent jibberish, but don’t let that fool ya. He speaks as clearly and as intelligently as any adult I know, and has for as long as I can remember. He’s a quick study, and if you happen to be a little slow on the uptake, don’t be surprised if you get a mildly sarcastic “Uh, yeah?” thrown your way. He’s a solid ball player just like his Mom and Dad, but he plays it cool. My man’s not really the bragging type.
He’s not very good at hide and seek, because he goes into giggling fits when “it” gets close. The potential for natural disasters where he lives is one of his least favorite things. Also, he’s quite the ladies man. You might wonder what those last two random facts are doing in the same paragraph, but a couple of years back when one of his favorite young belles moved away to Indiana, he mused out loud, “I wonder if they have tornadoes in Indiana?”
The little guy’s okay today – I don’t mean to scare my readers. But he lives on the other side of the country these days, so if you see him, please remember to never feed him nuts. He had his last peanut butter last night, and made two scary trips to the ER as a result. He showed courage through an EpiPen jab to the leg, and an IV on the second ER visit. In fact, he offered comfort to his little sister in the middle of it all that she’ll never have to worry about EpiPens like he will.
I got an update that he’s good today, back to normal. He was talking about dragons with his Mom, and when I heard that I was finally able to exhale. Take care, my man, we love you! Can’t wait to see you soon.