Hillary: It depends on what the meaning of "pledge" is.

Ron Paul gets more votes than Hillary in NV caucuses.

Bonus Song of the Day: Sidney Blumenthal's Theme.

Clinton Adviser: "I'm nawt drunk, Ossifer!"

[Sidney] Blumenthal, an unpaid senior adviser to Hillary Clinton’s presidential campaign, was arrested in Nashua on the eve of the New Hampshire primary and charged with aggravated DWI, according two members of the Nashua police force.

...

(The Clinton campaign declined comment on the arrest and whether it would affect Blumenthal's status as an adviser.)

You have to wonder what kind of person attracts drunks and thieving traitors?

New Hampshire Notes.

1. Any state that prefers a big-government neosocialist and a big-government pseudoconservative ought to have a restraining order issued against them, barring them from using the slogan "Live Free Or Die." I do believe in truth in advertising, after all.

2. When will men finally get a clue and stop rewarding women for turning on the waterworks whenever they're losing? It is a ploy, a strategy, a manipulation. Crying doesn't make you right. It just makes you wet.

3. Proof yet again that polls are useless.

4. How many of the "independents" that voted for Hillary are really Republicans who would rather not face Obama in the fall?

5. Damn that Obama guy can preach! Jesse and Nannny Huckabee and Reverend Al should take lessons from him.

6. Ron Paul's still got twice as many delegates as Rudy.

7. What was the point of that whole Free State Project thing again?

8. There's something about Romney. The next time you see him, ask yourself -- doesn't his body language and cadence bring to mind how a space alien would act if he was trying to impersonate a human being?

Song of the Day: Hillary Clinton's Theme.

In Hillaryspeak, this is "generosity."

When Person A forces Person B to give something to Person C, the Left describes Person A as "generous" or "caring" or some other warm and fuzzy concept. Then they give you a blank stare when you ask them how generous or caring they were to person B.

See Hillary's Xmas campaign ad, for example, where she doles out expensive government programs as "presents." She is Person A, the recipient is Person C, and Hillary has stolen the presents from you, the taxpayer, who is Person B.

You'll find from time to time in this blog I point out Randian Superheroes, people who embody the ideals of Ayn Rand's philosophy of Objectivism.

The following bitch is what could be called a Clintonian Superhero.

The holidays were sad enough for Kim Velevis and her husband after their lovable pug "Scooter" dug its way out of the backyard and disappeared on Christmas Eve. But the real blow came with the new year: A letter from an anonymous woman who had found the friendly dog and gave it to her daughter as a Christmas present.

Douchebag of the Month nominee: Hillary Clinton.

Said the woman who married up:

“The estate tax has been historically part of our very fundamental belief that we should have a meritocracy, that we do not want a system — where we expect people to make it on their own — to be, over time, dominated by inherited wealth,” she said.

The question she is neither asking nor answering is: Shouldn't the government EARN its money instead of getting it just because someone died?

SOMEONE is going to get that money. Tell me, Ms. Rodham, why should that someone be the government and NOT the people who the deceased WANTS to get it?

Gummint Cheese: Damn Paulinoids!

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Question: How do you push the CNN/YouTube Planted Questions Controversy off the newscasts . . .

. . . while garnering sympathy for your candidate?

Answer: Manipulate a mentally ill guy into taking hostages with a bomb threat at one of your headquarters.

[H/T 2 Drudge.]

Apparently, Hillary hasn't learned the lessons of 2004.

"I was for licenses for illegal aliens before I was against them."

I can't wait for the convention and the sequel to Go Balloons.

[H/T 2 Drudge.]

Observation.

If she can't handle Obama, B-Rich, and Koos-Koos, how does she expect to handle al-Qaeda?

[H/T 2 Drudgeypoo.]

Song of the Day: Hillary Clinton's campaign song.

What has happened to Hillary in the three weeks since September 19th?

September 19th, Hillary Clinton called Dick Cheney Darth Vader.

Now, she "acknowledged that she has contributed to the divisive politics of the past decade but said she has learned from those experiences."

Did the Ghost of Partisanship Past give her a late-night visit? Because that seems like an AWFULLY big (not to mention convenient and disingenuous) lesson to have learned in those three weeks.

So tell us, Hillary. What happened to you during that period of time that made you a changed womyn?

Suggestion.

Instead of going after a twelve-year-old (who's family DID, however, allow him to place himself on the front lines of America's culture war), how about running ads featuring a 25-year-old driving a black BMW fast, bordering on recklessly, up a twisting mountain road in vineyard country. He gets to the top and steps out, wearing an Armani suit and hundred dollar shades. He looks into the camera says, "Hillary Clinton wants to make the taxpayer pay for my Botox. Thanks, Hillary!" And he gives the thumbs-up sign.

The ads could be tailored to each Congressman who voted for SCHIP and run in that district.

Another could feature an illegal alien sneaking across the border. He emerges from the Rio Grande, turns to the camera, and says "Ted Kennedy wants to make the American taxpayer pay for my health care with no proof of citizenship required. Muchas Gracias, Teddy!"

And maybe in the background, the back end of a submerged car in the river. If you look closely, you can just make out Mary Jo's body-double.

Hillary Clinton: Jail the poor.

An interesting tidbit in the latest version of Hillarycare:

Everyone would be required to take out health insurance, just as all drivers have car insurance.

Except that driving is a privelege. Existing is not.

And if you're too poor to buy health insurance, even with the subsidies, do you go to jail?

And I thought the Republicans were supposed to be the heartless bastards.

Sandy "Stickypants" Berger back on the scene!

Lengthy post over at BeldarBlog, but well worth the read.

An excerpt:

Last month, Newsweek's Michael Hirsh revealed, as part
of a story about younger Clintonistas who were "defecting" to Barack Obama's
campaign, that Berger was indeed functioning as a close adviser to Sen.
Clinton
...:

Younger former Clintonites ... are also wary of what one describes as Hillary's "closed circle," including her husband and a triumvirate of senior officials from his presidency — Holbrooke, Albright and former national-security adviser Sandy Berger.

Do we want a President who seeks advice from a traitor?

[H/T 2 memeorandum.]

Anne Rice: Back to being pro-gay-vampire.

[H/T 2 Drudge.]

I've figured it out.

First, take a look at this clip from the Socialized Television program “Sesame Street,” keeping in mind that it IS socialized television.




Now, take into account that the Left is all about symbolism.

Bert symbolizes the HAVES in American society. The clay sculpture is the HAVE NOTS. Ernie is the government, and Bert’s nose is money.

The act of appropriating Bert’s nose and giving it to the sculpture is the redistribution of wealth through socialist economic policies such as the progressive income tax.

The government finds the looting of Bert’s wealth laugh-out-loud funny. Why should HE get to keep his nose, after all, when there are so many WITHOUT noses? True, Bert has a right to his own nose, but what are rights when there is need in the country? “Rights” is only a word, after all.

Socialized television does not go on to address the obvious, though. Does Bert not become the HAVE NOTS and the sculpture the HAVES? And why did the government create the HAVE NOTS without noses anyway?

The answer to that one is simple – so that it has an excuse to take Bert’s nose away from him. Ernie resents Bert’s ability to provide for his own needs. Ernie hates Bert’s unconcern for the plight of the sculpture. Ernie hates Bert’s certainty. Ernie, simply put, hates Bert.

But he’ll never admit it.

If I had written that skit, I would leave it exactly the way it is, except at the end, Bert would give a long, protracted, John-Galt-style speech and shoot Ernie in the head.

The bullet being symbolic of the ballot, of course.

Then Bert would take his nose back from the sculpture and tell the sculpture to grow it’s own nose or do without; he doesn’t care which.

End of scene.

Note: I tried to post this yesterday, but it disappeared. Perhaps a sinister, shadowy man smoking a cigarette in a darkened room at the hub of the blogosphere, on orders from our country's shadow government, removed it because of the part where Bert shoots Ernie in the head, not realizing it was symbolic of an election and not the actual shooting of the government in the head.

Gummint Cheese: L for Liberty.

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