Stoplight: A Walk For The President

addicts in america

friday, october 5th, 2012

some nights ago I sat in an emergency room while a 19-year-old heroin addict was brought in. It was after midnight, the witching hour, on a weekend when the zombies and ghosts of the city's party circuit begin drifting in dressed in their best clothes, escorted by police officers, clutching bloodied rags to their faces or lying on stretchers and always at their articulate best.

The girl came from a wealthy background and was articulate enough to hurriedly assemble her story. An addict since her teenage years, she had been clean for a while and never used anything but heroin, except occasionally cocaine. The drug use was just a single slip, one mistake, and then she would be clean again.

Anyone who hasn't worked with addicts doesn't know how charming and persuasive they can be. The addict is the distilled ego focused on a single burning need. All the cleverness and intelligence of the human being, the attributes that we would ordinarily use to work, create, befriend and empathize, become tools for protecting the addiction and the supply.

Addicts are intense because they are among the few people in this world who know exactly what they want. They can be charming, but their routines are mechanical. They retain only enough of their humanity to charm us into giving them more of what they want. It is their only reason for interacting with us. The addict is pure ego and the drug is the only focus of their ego. The addict needs so badly that he or she becomes an incarnation of need. Their humanity is slowly or rapidly burned away leaving behind nothing but the animal need, their outer characteristics consumed by their ego and then their ego consumed by the id.

The girl was no friend or family member of mine. I had seen many like her and as our civilization unwinds into its own night of the soul, there will be many more like her. Having all the advantages of life, she was desperately unhappy and like so much of the modern world that tunes in to Oprah for tips on how to be happy, that browses self-help sections on a desperate quest for happiness, she was still trying to be happy. Her cry was the cry of a country addicted to emptiness and losing its soul.

I do not come to judge or to moralize about how people live their lives. Even the best of us are flawed and even the worst of us have their moments of redemption. Many are addicts of one kind or another, becoming tethered to the thing that assures us happiness, even as it seems to drain us of something vital. Many such addictions can be harmless, but when an addiction becomes unsustainable, then it becomes a death sentence. A death of the soul followed by the death of the body.

While I sat there, trying to ignore the noises, the shrieks of pain, the pleas for help and the mumbles, the Republican Convention was beginning to recede. My fingers tapped out the essay on a 3ft-5in screen that would become, "How to Write About the Republican Convention." Ahead of me lay the Democratic Convention, the addicts convention, the festival of that corner of America that was not so slowly losing its soul.

I did not, I could not anticipate the full insane spectacle of it at the time. No one could have. But I sensed that it would sound a lot like the heroin addict in the bed, shrieking at her parents, changing emotional pitches in a moment from hysteria to sweetness, turning on the momentary charm with the nurses, innocently assuring the staff that she was not a user. And it did. It was a lunatic addict festival with designs by LSD and math by cocaine addicts fresh from Wall Street and social programs from potheads.

All that outrage over Mitt Romney's 47 percent hits home because we are all users. Some of that usage is more legitimate. Some of us are using money that we put in there as insurance and some of us are using money that we didn't. But that's not the real story. The real story is that our social safety net was supposed to be like one of those, "Take a Penny, Leave a Penny" tills that depend on the honor and neighborliness of a community. And we don't have that community. What we have is a fragmented mess of givers and takers who are not the same people.

This isn't about wealth or class. Some of the wealthiest men in this country, like Warren Buffett, are parasites who feed off taxpayer money. Some of the poorest men and women work hard for a living and put back more than they take out.

It's not entirely about race, though partly it is because the black community and some other minority groups, have become addicted to something more toxic than heroin or cocaine, and they feel entitled to take and take because some of their ancestors were once slaves and because there was once segregation in the South and because they feel certain that white people look down on them. It's not about gender, though the collapse of the family has put more of the burden on women and tried to fill that gap with social services.

It's about community. It's about who we are as a country. It's about the America of the people who feel ashamed when they aren't doing their best to work and the America of the people who feel ashamed when they don't take the system for every penny they can. It's about who feels that they owe and who feels that they are owed.

The left talks about community a great deal, but their vision of community is a giant till where everyone is forced to put their money and their bureaucracy decides how many people get to keep what percent of their money and how many get to keep other people's money. There is none of the individual responsibility that makes a community work, only the obligation to follow orders all the time for the greater good. There is no community, only ranks of addicts waiting to be taken care of.

The essence of a community is that its individual members feel a sense of responsibility toward one another. Without that sense of responsibility, we all become takers, tuning in to listen to the latest government announcement to learn how much we can expert to make and how much we will lose. We become experts at wheedling government officials, we all become lobbyists and a lobbyist is a paid representative for someone else's addiction.

It is the ego that defines the addict, that terrible sense of need that becomes the mirror of the self, and for all the talk of community, it is that need and that accompanying fear that the need will be cut off, that defined the Democratic National Convention, with its special pitches to the most addicted groups, promising that unlike the Republicans, we will never cut off your supply. At least not until we start running low and all the apartments of the people with money are broken into and then we'll have to start deciding who gets the good stuff and who gets a death panel.

Liberalism has defined entire groups by their need, their addiction to the supply of government, and taught them to feel an angry entitlement to their welfare checks. It has taught them that they are good people for wanting to take other people's money and that anyone who doesn't want to give them what they want is a bad person. This is addict moralizing, the spectrum of moral behavior in which the only thing that exists is the need and the barriers to meeting that need.

Addiction goes by different names now. Racism is one of them, but there are many names and they all mean the same thing. "I want," the moan of addiction, the incantation that becomes the identity of the addict as the one who needs. "I scream, you scream, we all scream for more, more and more." The rhetoric, the talk of privilege, the academic papers, are only the complex rationalizations of addicts, their mechanical arguments for doing what they want and taking what they want.

This kind of addiction is unsustainable. It is personally unsustainable, it is communally unsustainable and it is nationally unsustainable. A nation where takers begin to outnumber givers cannot endure. It has no future and barely has a present. A nation run by a 'former' cocaine user who is forever tossing out schemes for fixing everything that have all the substance of an addicts' plans to get clean is in deep trouble.

Addicts do not get by on results, they get by on personal charm and schemes. They get by on tricking people into meeting their needs. And that convinces them that, like all criminals, they are very clever. The more suckers they lure in, the more convinced they become that they are unstoppable, that they will go on flying forever beyond the sunset on their drug of choice.

Money is our current drug of choice and like all drugs it appears infinite. We are buying our own debt and selling it back to ourselves and lending ourselves the money to buy our own debt in a spiral that seems beautiful and sensible to an addict, but is a complete disaster to anyone still functioning in the real world.

Obama's solution to all problems is to shoot up more money. Billions, trillions, it doesn't matter because the money is unreal and therefore infinite. It works because we believe in it and he's in office because he convinced people to believe in him. To him, money, like his persona, is an act of faith and all he has to do is convince everyone to go on believing. And if we ever stop believing, then like a certain coyote with his own improbable schemes, we will crash down to the ground.

The addict seeks the unreal state because it makes him happy. It is the real world that depresses him. Enough Americans chose to shoot up Obama and a smaller number are still committed to their hope drug because he makes them happy. And fooling them makes Obama happy. All the money is just a counter that everyone trades back and forth in exchange for happiness. Trillion dollar deficits are how we know we're getting high.

The addict cannot cope with the knowledge that the unreal world he has built for his own pleasure is finite. He lashes out violently and angrily at the intrusion of the real world into his sphere, he tries to keep the lie going a little longer, manipulating those around him while inside him the growing frantic sense that the whole thing is about to collapse builds and builds. He rationalizes and makes excuses and promises to fix everything if he can just get the money to pay for what he owes and one last hit. Just one last hit.

America can have a social safety net, but it has to be one based on the responsibility that we all feel toward one another, not on empty cynical rhetoric about "giving back" to people who feel no sense of responsibility for anyone outside their own group. That's just a nation of enablers propping up a nation of addicts until the addicts outnumber them and the country collapses into one big Detroit. It cannot be based on the empty promises and lies, that sound no different whether they are coming from Obama or a 19-year-old heroin addict. It cannot be based on charm or ignorance of the truth.

Whatever social safety net we have must be communal, it must be open and transparent, and it can only be maintained by a nation of honorable people, by people who feel guilty about taking a penny and feel good about leaving a penny. Anything else is just one more hit.

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A Day In The Life

Friday morning, and another good night's sleep, despite the thunderstorms and hard rain. I was up at 6:30am, had some Fresh-Squeezed OJ w/ lots of pulp, Honey Smacks w/ fresh Blueberries, and French-Roast, Turkish-Grind Coffee (from whole, freshly-ground Dunkin' Donuts beans) with my Chemex® Drip System. I scanned the weather and news sites, tried my CATV (Hauppauge Digital TV Recorder) one more time, to no avail, and started thinking seriously of who I could call to help me with this software problem. So I changed the 9v batteries in my 2 First Alert SC9120B Smoke & CO2 Detectors, did paperwork, some Condo chores and preliminary moving of rightside basement's 30-40 year old storage boxes, equipment and debris.

If you live long enough, you have regrets, and the ones that "nag" at you the most, are the ones where you knew you had a choice. The very same ones where you knew you could have stopped yourself; the very same ones where you looked into a mirror, and everything good inside yourself said, "Don't do this".

Here's a great all-around preparedness site: Are You Prepared?

I decided to go back to my Friday, 8pm Church meetings, just to get out of the now empty Condo, and just be with some other people to take the edge off the loneliness. It did help somewhat. I was back by 9:45pm, hyped on coffee from the meeting, so I sat at the Kitchen computer, and worked the caffeine off listening to WHP 580: Dr Bill Wattenberg on WHP 580-AM Radio (Harrisburg), until I tired. I guess I was still kind of waiting for Murphy to come downstairs, *meow*, and rub against my leg, to remind me that it's time for us to go to bed, as he used to do. I finally gave up for the night at 11:30pm. The outdoor temp had dropped from 74°F to 58°F, by 10pm.

At just 41°F outside, I slept-in until 7:15am Saturday morning, and it was downright *nippy* in the Condo. I turned-up the heat, made coffee, had some Del Monte® Red Grapefruit Sections and Rice Crispies w/ fresh Blueberries. I'd made some extra Almond-Crusted Flounder Filets, on Thursday, so I containerized 4 filets to take over for Dad, along with two of the fireplace ornamental items, from my basement. After getting back home at 11:30am, I made Beef Fried Rice w/ a Sunny-Side-Up Egg and a batch of French Fries. I then got a robo-call from the Rite Aid in Stewartstown, that several Rxs were ready, so I took a nice long 2-hour round-trip drive to southern York County to pick them up, for a change-of-pace, and a bit of fresh air. Back by 4:15pm, I worked on my Sunday 7am Shopping List for Weis/Giant Supermarkets, listened to several missed Chris Plante Morning Show Replays and some missed Mark Levin Evening Show Replays. Temps were rapidly dropping into the upper-50s, so I closed-down the Condo, and turned-up the heat to take the chill-off.

Suddenly, I had a craving for Grilled Cheese & Tomato Soup, which I'll make tomorrow. Ahhhh, good ol' "Comfort Food". Here's some "Perfect Grilled Cheese" recipes, several of which I regularly use. By 9:30pm, I'd had a full day and headed upstairs to bed.

Most people don't have trouble seeing what's right and what's wrong; doing it is sometimes complicated, but knowing what's right usually isn't so hard.

Up at 5:30 on Sunday morning, it was again 41°F outside, so I cranked-up the Condo's heat, had some Fresh-Squeezed OJ w/ lots of pulp, a bowl of Shredded Wheat with fresh Blueberries, and coffee. I ran the usual System Back-Up [Start->All Programs->Maintenance->Backup and Restore] to my WD® "My Book" 2Tb External Drive, just as I left for Weis Market at 7am. Lots of "in-store specials" were available, so I took advantage of them for my rapidly-filling basement shelves. After getting back home, I unpacked, stowed the groceries and made a Bacon Cheddar-Cheeseburger w/ Fries. I'll have to do the Grilled Cheese, as all I have is Rye bread. Jeff stopped-by at 1:15pm, and we began work on uninstalling/reinstalling the Hauppauge Digital TV Recorder; we uninstalled both the hardware and the software, through the CP, and reversed the process using the downloaded software upgrade and WIN-TV v7.2 DVD. It gave us some serious fits-and-starts, but it finally worked and I was back in business by 3:30pm. Viola. Temps dropped quickly into the low-50s, and t-storms hit the area. I watched "Kingdom of Heaven" (2005) on CATV BBC-114, for the next 3 hours; wow, what a great epic movie. Then, I watched 6-7 "Counting Cars" episodes on The History Channel until 10pm.

Damn, it's nice to have TV back, when I want it. Thanks, Jeff.

If you've got nothing to do, find something to do. If it's not important, make it important.

Since I started writing "The Virtual Cabin", in January 2010, I completed the 86th Chapter in June 2012, shortly after Mom's passing in May, and haven't written anything since, although I have an unfinished 87th Chapter, and outlines for 10 more Chapters still languishing in my CSS-xHTML Editor app. Mea culpa. Since I stopped writing, numerous people have asked me to continue, as soon as I felt better. As soon as I get over my recent losses – my Mom, our Family Business of 21yrs and now, little Murphy – I plan to get back to it, on a semi-regular basis, at first. I'm slowly getting there.

I did a load of laundry, baked-off 4 breaded Chicken Breasts Stuffed w/Parmesan, let them cool, containerized them and put them in the 'fridge for Tuesday's lunch. I have 2 Allen Bros 10oz Filet Mignon thawing-out for dinner with Dad, on Wednesday. The sun's going down now at 6:40pm, and Winter's not all that far off, but at least we're having a "Real Fall" this year. Last year, we went right from Summer into Winter, with frequent snow and several damaging ice storms in October through February. 10-20 minutes with the heat on, sure takes the chill-off the Condo. I'm going to need to put on the tempered glass storm door, front and back, in a week or three. This coming week is going to be very busy and hectic, with City of York coming into the GC&N for 2 days of digging, Alan & Arthur coming on Thursday to help me with Fall front garden clean-up and major "stuff removal" from the basement's right side, clean-out and reorganize the Condo's back shed, and help Dad with some final outdoor work. Somehow, someway, I'll get it done. I called it a day around 10:30pm.

I slept-in until 7:30am on Monday, a brisk 47°F morning outside, so I cranked-up the heat to 76°F for 15-20mins, had some OJ, made a quick Frittata and coffee, stripped/remade the bed, did a load of laundry, and drove to Staples for 20 new file boxes for the upcoming rightside basement shelf units. I also went to Weis Market's Gas 'n Go Station in West York to use-up my 40¢/gal shopping credit – 18.16 gal @ $3.35/gal; 13.2mpg (city driving) on this tank – and then to Dad's to pick-up 2 cartons of the 10 new HDX Stacking 5-Shelf Units, to complete the left side of the basement's just-cleaned-out south wall area. He's coming over for dinner, on Wednesday. After grilling-off a Bone-In Broiled Allen Bros 10oz Filet Mignon for lunch with some fresh-made Potato Salad, I cleaned-out the storage shed and piled-up a lot of old, unused lawn furniture, stacking tables and garden hoses/reels etc, for hauling down to the GC&N, on Thursday. Whew, what a mess in that shed, untouched for the past 15-17yrs! Clean as-a-whistle, and completely reorganized, now.

Putting out the garbage bags to the curb, various paperwork of Condo budgets and bills, numerous business phone calls, and finally getting caught-up on an inbox full of neglected emails, needed doing, so I did them, until 9:30pm. A lot of rain was moving-up the East Coast and would be with us, as would unusually-warm temps, for the next 2-3 days. The cleaning ladies are also back in tomorrow, since I canceled them 2 weeks ago as Murphy was dying, skipped last week as usual – they're an every other week project – and I also have some errands in Southern York County to get done. My meetings with York City Parks Dept and Twp of Hellam, are now postponed until the end-of-the-month. By 10pm, I was nodding-off, so I shut-it-all-down and went up to bed.

I again slept-in until 6:45am on Tuesday, and woke to the hard, cold (53°F) rain on my skylights. I made Soft-Boiled Eggs w/ Toast In a Bowl, some Hash Browns/Fries, a ½-lb of Bacon, and coffee. After scanning the weather and new sites, my doorbell rang at 8:30, and it was my cleaning lady who was now showing-up at the "new time", instead of 10:30am. While she began work on the downstairs, I went up, got dressed and went down to the basement to begin working on sorting-out and cleaning-up the right side's *nightmare* of the past 20-35yrs stuff. And a nightmare it was; I have a "small mountain" as the first load, to be removed in Alan's dump truck on Thursday, and I'm barely a ¼ of the way through it all. First, everything had to be wiped-off and cleaned; things from my former Office were moved to the left-center of the room for further cleaning and retention on the new shelves; all boxes with damaged and old paper files/books/newspapers/magazines/pictures etc were lined-up to be scanned and kept/sorted/bagged-up/thrown away; old computers, printers and parts sorted and put aside for donation to Penn State (York) on a specified collection day; vast amounts of "stuff/debris/junk" bagged-up for disposal; other reusable items to be given away to the local Salvation Army Thrift Store; extra, custom-built, wine racks stacked for storage; and still a massive, convoluted pile remains. There'll ultimately be 2-3 dump truck loads to be removed. Then, once all the loads are gone, I'll need to sweep and scrub the floor, disinfect it, and get it ready for the new shelf units, and get the retained items sorted, reboxed and labeled and stored on the shelves. I've got a solid 10-12 days ahead until I get this project finished. The last December-January GC& N Clean-out took me 4 weeks, and I had 78 bags to haul down to the front curb for pick-up.

After 4 hours of daunting work, drenched in sweat and grime, I took a break for the day, washed-up, changed clothes and rested my aching back. Damn, that was nasty work, and the worst was yet to come. The rain continued. While re-checking the news and weather sites again, I noticed that The Weather Channel is now going to name Winter Storms, as they do with Tropical Storms and Hurricanes etc. I heated-up 2 Chicken Breasts Stuffed w/Parmesan, listened to Rush and the morning's missed Chris Plante Show replay. By 4:30pm, we'd already gotten 1½" of rain, and some of the local commercial retention ponds were already partially-filled, as I drove over to a nearby convenience store to get a carton of Marlboro Red Box smokes. After getting back, I watched some TV until 10:30pm, took 2 aspirin and quit for the day.

Wow, I was tired from yesterday, and slept-in until 8am on Wednesday. I felt guilty, somehow. Groggy, I made my way downstairs, made some extra-strong French-Roast, Turkish-Grind Coffee, had someFresh-Squeezed OJ w/ lots of pulp, Raisin Bran with a sliced banana and kept splashing cold water in my eyes, just to try to wake-the-heck-up. After scanning the weather and news sites, and 3 mugs of coffee, I got myself to about 80%-of-capacity, and just stared at the computer's Samsung 24" SyncMaster 245T Widescreen LCD Monitor. Damn. I haven't felt this "wrung-out" in a long time. And I've got some more to do today down the basement, and then Dad's over for dinner at 4:30pm. As usual, I'd laid-out the menu, all the table settings, cookware etc in preparation, last evening. I left for Dad's at 10:45am, with a load of my shirts for the DeVono's Kingston Square Cleaners, up here in East York, stopped at Home Depot to get a Hav-A-Heart Trap to trap the malicious squirrel in his detached 2-car garage doing all the damage and disorder, picked-up his shirts also for laundering, and went food shopping at the local Giant Supermarket. I was back by 2pm to relax for a short while, before again working on the "basement horror project", for a while before Dad arrived.

Dad arrived at 3:45pm, so I quit downstairs, washed-up, and made dinner: red seedless grapes, broiled 10oz Allen Bros Filet Mignons, carmelized onions, brown mushroom gravy, peeled baby potatoes, croissants, salad w/ bleu cheese dressing, and we skipped dessert; just too darned full. I always loved it when Mom & Dad would come over for dinner and I could chef for them; those were some of my fondest memories.

It was a warm 68°F evening, and I actually ran the AC for 15-20mins to take the moisture out of the Condo. Dad left at 5:15, I did a load of dishes, listened to the Mark Levin Show from 6-9pm, and turned-on C-Span to watch The 1st Presidential Debate (1:29:42) from 9-10:30pm, read through some various forum threads about it, listened to the C-Span callers reaction, watched Hannity's Show (which I never do) on FoxNews CATV, and called it a day at 11:30. Romney kicked ∅bummer's lying, marxist, racist, hate-America, muslim-filth ass! FUB∅!

Up at 4:15am on Thursday, I just couldn't get back to sleep. Rainy, damp and 65°F outside. I made a full carafe of coffee, had a warmed-up croissant w/ butter and did some paperwork until daylight at 7:15am. I started moving some lighter items up to the garage in preparation for Alan, Arthur & the dump truck, at 1:00pm, for the "basement's 1st-phase major debris hauling project". I'd need help with the larger, heavier items, so I'd wait until they arrived. By 2:45, we had everything in the 1st pile loaded and were on our way to the GC&N's burn pile. I was back home by 4:30pm, tired, made a ham sandwich on a croissant, grabbed a shower, and settled-in for the evening. It would be a short evening. Tomorrow starts a new day here in the "Journal", and I decided to bag it early tonight, at 8pm. I need some sleep.

Obama: "Entrepreneurs Don't Build Businesses"

"Last week, President Barack Obama delivered some telling remarks to a fire station full of people in Roanoke, Virginia. I'll save you the trouble of reading the (long and uninspired) speech and provide you with the most interesting part:

"If you've got a business – you didn't build that. Somebody else made that happen." – President Barack Obama, July 13th, 2012.

It would be easy to respond with something along the lines of, "Somebody else made that happen? Who? Who magically imagined the product or service, started the business, built it up, and created the jobs? Who was it? The tooth fairy?" And to some extent, President Obama's statement is so ridiculous as to merit that sort of quick, flippant response.

(Here's the video of that loony remark.)

However, he's not entirely wrong. This reminds me of an argument that Massachusetts Senate Democratic candidate Elizabeth Warren would probably make. If he's talking about a mid-sized or large business, where an entrepreneur has hired additional employees, then at that point the business's success isn't purely that of its founder.

Employees add value to a business through work and ideas. That's why you hire employees, after all. Steve Jobs didn't invent every last detail of the phones, computers, and tablets to come out of Apple over the last decade. There were engineers working on those products who developed them. So, employees help entrepreneurs to build their business. "Somebody else" did indeed play a part in making that happen.

But what makes the president's remarks so inane is the totality of what he's saying. He's not saying that entrepreneurs and employees work together to build a business. It's not a collaborative effort. It's all thanks to the employees. Usually, I can understand the way the president's mind works on most issues by examining it through a pragmatic, liberal, or progressive framework. This one baffles me.

As I explained, I can see that he has some of a point, but he's still just obviously wrong on the broader point. Sure, the employees help to build the business, but the business itself wouldn't exist without the entrepreneur. So, to say to entrepreneurs and to business owners, "...you didn't build that. Somebody else made that happen," is just wrong. It's silly. They did build that by setting the foundation for the business.

Entrepreneurs are almost always the hardest workers in their business. They work a simply insane number of hours to get their idea off the ground. If they succeed (and they face a tremendous risk if they don't), then they'll start to grow and to hire employees to help. Honestly, if I were an entrepreneur and I read those remarks by the president, I would be furious. It's a tremendous insult to the true job-creators in America, entrepreneurs.

In the context of a long, somewhat rambling campaign speech that touched on every issue under the sun, it may seem as though I'm over-exaggerating the importance of a minor thing he said. But President Obama isn't a stupid man, or even one who makes off-the-cuff remarks he doesn't really mean. He's a very smart man, and he meant what he said.

When the most important issues for most Americans are economic growth and job creation, I believe it's essential to know exactly where both candidates stand on the importance of entrepreneurs. Yesterday, we learned that President Obama believes that entrepreneurs don't build businesses. Ultimately, they're irrelevant. Take that for what you will." ©Principles and Policy, July 14, 2012

Things Which Make Your Head Explode

Here's another reason NYC is in the economic toilet: $2,300,000 for a public restroom; a "new facility" there that features two urinals and one stall for men and three stalls for women. That crapper should be able to be built for easily under $500,000 if the damned, corrupt, criminal union thugs weren't involved. But hey; they need their "cut" of the graft and payoffs.

From the sublime to the ridiculous to the truly obscene, the various perks and privileges bestowed on our Chief Executive, our self-proclaimed man of the people, include the extravagant foolishness of having twenty-six cabin crew members on Air Force One, along with FIVE (5) chefs! In the White House theater, two projectionists sleep in order to remain on duty at all times, should a First Family member or guest fancy a film. A dog walker is also always on hand. One was reported to be paid $102,000 a year to walk and pick up after the first-family s canine. On at least one airline trip in the presidential fleet, the only passengers aboard were the First Canine and his handler. In 2009, the military payroll at Camp David was $8,000,000. And these men and women were not there as replacement for the Secret Service to protect the President, but rather to serve the First Family and its guests. On the political front, we learn that in the first months of his presidency President Obama appointed 43 high-priced czars a number far greater than any previous president, and not one of these professionals voted to office by taxpayers or subject to the approval of any other governmental body or official. During his current term he has also appointed 469 professionals who could be called, assistant presidents. 226 of them are paid over $100,000 a year and 77 of them paid as much as $172,000 a year. The tab: $1,500,000,000 (that's $1.5 BILLION!) so far. Tired of getting f•cked by a subhuman muslim, racist, traitor, piece-of-pigshit! Had enough yet?

Poor ol' Joe-shit-for-brains – Scarborough, not Biden, this time – is a mentally-ill, pathetic, lowlife, dirtbag loser. Read this and decide for yourself what an asshole punk Moe-Boy is.

Lowlife, left-wing wacko, Matt Damon, is a lying piece-of-talentless-shit.

Fat, stupid, bloated, turd-sucking, lowlife, lying dirtbag AlGoreBore, claims 0bummer's pathetic showing at The Debates, was "because of the altitude". Asshole moron.