Saturday, October 24, 2009


Man, when I was kid I wanted a nanny. One with big boobs. My dreams went unanswered. Instead, I outgrew my need for a nanny. But the morons found me one anyway. Frankenstein on steroids. Lucky me. This is how they think.

The Rise of Parentalism

In a recent paper published in the journal Public Choice, "Afraid to be Free: Dependency as Desideratum," Nobel Prize–winning economist James Buchanan composes a new taxonomy of socialist threats to liberty. Buchanan argues that the conventional threats to freedom from managerial socialism (central planning) and distributionist socialism (the welfare state) are today joined by paternalistic socialism and "parental socialism," which Buchanan describes as the willingness among many to allow the government to take control of their lives.

The emerging threat to American liberty today, then, is a combination of these latter two forms of socialism—the desire among some in government to interfere in nearly every aspect of our lives, and the lack of concern on the part of many Americans that this is happening. And while conventional critics of capitalism came primarily from the left, the parentalist-paternalist movement isn't as easily marginalized.

No where is this more evident than in my little home town in Idaho. Nanny government has spawned a class of citizens that seemingly never wean themselves, cradle to grave. They pass prohibitive tree cutting ordinances on private property, dog poop ordinances, car idling ordinances, dark sky ordinances. Hell, if you can dream up anything to bitch about at all, light your torches and march on city hall. Next week, they'll pass another 60 million school district levy-thinking perhaps, all this money will turn their kids into geniuses. They love Frankennanny.

Or maybe they are just a bunch of spoiled, whiny ass, and deluded parents willing to spend everyone's money. In Frankennanny we trust. Can't rule that out.

I'd like to introduce this Nobel prize winning economist to the folks in my home town. They'd set him straight. Hell, Buchanan might just take his kids and move there.

Friday, October 23, 2009

I Am Here For All of Your "Givernment" Insanity Needs









Hurry Up Barack, The Public is Gaining On You

Ben Stein in the American Spectator. Undressing the Won.

Ben Stein had the courage to apologize to Peter Schiff. Schiff as you might recall, was the poor guy who foretold the housing market and banking collapse while people laughed at him on network television. Stein was one of those laughing back then. After financial markets collapsed, along with his investments, Stein quit laughing.

Stein is becoming a quick study.

Thursday, October 22, 2009

Every Once in Awhile, You Gotta Chop Someone's Head Off in the Square

I read this story on the BBC and it kind of left me speechless.

When did it ever, I mean ever, become government's role or job description to determine the salary of people working in the private sector? Did we pass some amendment that I never heard about?

And just what is a "Pay Czar?" Did we get that term from communist Russia, comrades?

Now Frankenstein has apparently determined that in addition to stealing tax payer dollars and delivering it to bankers, that somehow that bestows additional rights to determine what any given executives' salary should be. Two wrongs make it right- kind of thinking.

Hey Franky, while you're at, why don't you adjust the entire payroll of the NY Yankees? They have been overpaid and under performing for years. Or the NFL or NBA? Some of those players make eight figures. And don't forget Tiger Woods, that dude has been making 100 mill a year. Or what about that Oprah-eviscerating men and hawking books on TV?

Sic that pay czar on 'em. That ridiculous kind of pay offends my sense of values yet nothing ever seems to get done.

And just who are these "anonymous people" with offended values? Did they sign a petition or something?

So let me explain what this really is. This is cowardly and political expediency. I saw our fearless leader dispose of GM's CEO, Rick Wagoner. I saw Obama dispose of an Inspector General who caught Sac Town Mayor and loyal supporter Kevin Johnson stealing taxpayer money and offed him when he tried to expose it. And now, you greedy bankers, its your turn.

This is what happens when your leader is dropping like a rock in the polls. A narcissist that attacks anyone and anything that doesn't agree with his un-communicated belief system. Preying on easy targets and chopping their heads off to make the minions happy. This country has so many problems yet here we are, worrying about this nonsensical shit. Like it's new or something.

If this is the kind of stuff Frankenstein is focused on, man we are in a lot of trouble. Jimmy Carter, your prayers have been answered. We may have found a worthy successor for your place in the annals of history.

The Dark Lord

In my house, in uniformed regalia, there is a picture of me shaking Dick Cheney's hand. The Dark Lord. Although stricken with a painful and terminal illness, I was suddenly and inexplicably cured shortly after that brief encounter. Here then are similar tales of the most sinister man that ever buried a man in the rose garden. My thanks to AceofSpades HQ and some of the wittiest bastards around. Just as funny the second time...

While on a sex-spree in a Tijuana whorehouse, Dick Cheney used a live cougar as a condom.

The bodycount was fourteen Mexican whores and one cougar.

Dick Cheney refers to it as "last Thursday."

Dick Cheney's dark powers, when not being harnessed and channeled by their master (i.e. sneers and hobo murder), manifest in the corporeal world through a phenomenon described by one noted scholar as "loose shit." It's not known if this result is explicitly tied to the temporal continuity of Dick Cheney. One proposed theory states the existence of Dick Cheney at any point in the timeline may explain everything from the Big Bang, to the Heat-Death of the Universe, and even beyond to blackhole evaporation and the very existence of entropy. Another noted scholar known only as "Joe" disappeared promptly after beginning an investigation into the Cheney-Entropy theory.

Once, a protestor yelled at Dick Cheney while he was walking through Washington.

Dick Cheney smiled, then ripped the man's heart from his chest and ate it raw in front of the guy's kid. When the kid cried, Dick Cheney said, "Oh, don't be such a fucking pussy," and spit blood on the sidewalk.

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

The Stock Market Has A Promising Future Behind It








A beautiful description, purloined as promised...




Tuesday, October 20, 2009

When You Kill Them, They Just Might Kill You Back

When I was kid, we had this bully that lived a few blocks away. Dude was mean. Parents fed him with a slingshot-which of course was one of those family traditions that never ends.

Now a lot of us were scared to death of that bully and I couldn't even convince the neighborhood kids to give this halfwit a blanket party.

Necessity really is the mother of invention. So I found the toughest kid I knew and paid him 20 bucks to beat the shit out of that kid and warn him to leave us alone. A lot of dough in 1970. It worked. Some of the best money I ever spent.

You see, that's how it was for me at age 10. The bully was 13. I never thought about killing this kid. That was insane. As I grew older, I learned that killing people is acceptable as long as you have a good reason. Or you can invent one. Killing people without getting killed yourself....well that's just good business.

So two things happened to me. I discovered that I had more sanity at age 10 than I did at 40. I also learned that inventing the next kick ass weapon and having the capacity and where with all to use it scared the hell out of everyone else. At age 10, my weapon of choice was named Garth G, age 15.

Now nearly 40 years later, the newest weapon for killing is called "Metal Storm." In fact, you don't even have to man it. It just starts leveling anything that moves. Great stuff as long as you invent it first-not so great when someone else invents it first and remembers that you were the kid that had Garth G. kick your ass. Karma will come this way.

"Hey Honey...Would You Hand Me a Roll of Dollar Bills, Quickly Please...

The above article details how prudent savers are getting hosed by the government and the Federal Reserve. Deflation is an absolute windfall for savers with low debt. Your dollars, in short supply, go much further.

Inflation is an absolute windfall for those who failed to save and have high debt levels. They are servicing their debt with essentially free money. That is what the bankers are doing now.

The government/politicians hate deflation. People with debt whine. Debt laden bankers don't make campaign contributions or offer interest free loans. They love inflation. Fiat currency. Backed by nothing. Paper.

In fact, as I stood in a local grocery store the other day, eyeing the cheapest sandpaper style toilet paper at 3.99 for a package of four rolls, I asked a man doing the same, "when did toilet paper get so expensive?" He looked at me and said that it may soon become cheaper to wipe your backside with dollar bills.

I got a visual. Paper cuts. That sort of thing.

Now a couple of days ago, I stumbled onto a very interesting thing. A guy saving pre 2006 nickels and pre 1982 pennies. You see as it turns out, a penny is worth two cents in melt price. A nickel may soon be worth 7 cents. As it turns out, 100% and 40% respectively are pretty good returns.

It costs more to produce and replace copper and nickel than it does paper. Frankenstein figured this out in 2006 and passed laws preventing the hoarding and melting of coins. Frankenstein is telling me what I can do with my money. Fascinating. He says it's his money.

Copper and nickel are commodities. They have value. Paper, except that used for personal hygiene, has very little value.

Frankenstein artificially devalued my paper by printing, flooding, and giving it away. But it can't do this with metals. All it can do is mint coins out of the most worthless pot metal it can find which of course- it will do soon.

And pass laws that prevent me from hoarding and recapturing the lost value of MY dollars by melting down MY coins. Frankenstein of course maintains that they are his coins. Imagine sitting in some federal joint-telling your murdering cell mate that you are in for melting nickels. That will undoubtedly get you all kinds of respect. Grow an eye in the back of your head, wear pants in the shower.

Make sure you read the part where the Mint guy says hoarders are robbing taxpayers. That part brought tears to my eyes.

Hey Franky I got an idea. Just pass a law requiring all countries to use our dollar as the reserve currency even if it completely collapses. If those countries don't comply and insist on using a currency with value, we'll pass some more laws and give them a fair trial. Stick them in prison. If that doesn't scare them, or they resist, hell... we can always start a war with them.