trump is serious!!!!!

[Gob]

Vote Trump!

Why should the Pilipines be the only country who elects a crazy-assed moron for president?


yrs,
rubato

Those damn Pili's are insane

[Bicycle Bill]

ok guys....

just watch one trump speech...

watch the one coming today , in Michigan I think, today...

everyone just watch that one speech and report back here....

...watch it on the google later, or catch it live and come back here tonight and discuss it...

It's also available free and on-demand in many convenient locations....



-"BB"-

[wesw]

right joe...

Hillary has dead and illegal voters locked in....

...trump needs to give up trying to get those demographics.

stick with the live ones Donald..., stick with the live ones....

[Burning Petard]

Yes Donald--stick with the live ones who are brain dead, you know, the ones who are gonna vote for you even if you stand in the middle of Fifth Avenue and shoot somebody.

snailgate

[Burning Petard]

I just read the latest blog from Jim Wright. He refrained from posting in his blog for almost two months. Then he wrote something yesterday that pulled in about 30 pages (when I printed out a hard copy) of comments in less than 24 hours. I pass on one comment:

Romantic HereticOctober 31, 2016 at 9:39 PM
Once again, Mr. Wright, you've knocked it out of the park.

Rather that 'liberal' or 'conservative' I've been using Jefferson's categories for dividing people up politically.

"Men by their constitutions are naturally divided into two parties: 1. Those who fear and distrust the people, and wish to draw all powers from them into the hands of the higher classes. 2. Those who identify themselves with the people, have confidence in them, cherish and consider them as the most honest and safe, although not the most wise depositary of the public interests. In every country these two parties exist, and in every one where they are free to think, speak, and write, they will declare themselves. Call them, therefore, liberals and serviles, Jacobins and Ultras, whigs and tories, republicans and federalists, aristocrats and democrats, or by whatever name you please, they are the same parties still and pursue the same object. The last appellation of aristocrats and democrats is the true one expressing the essence of all."

But I always found it a bit unsatisfying. Eventually I discovered what was missing as a category, barbarians. H. Beam Piper defined them as 'people who don't understand the concept of civilization and wouldn't like it if they did.'

The GOP was until recently the party of the aristocracy who used the barbarians as their foot soldiers. But as is always the case the barbarians took over and destroyed the Republican Party. Now they threaten the same to the country.

(end of quote)

I have read some by HB Piper, but never noticed the political or philosophical implications. However I do believe the opportunity to explore ideas in those areas of human thought from a perspective separate from one's daily life, is the greatest value of science fiction. I think I's gonna take another look at Piper.

snailgate

[wesw]

while we are navel gazing....., you forgot a class....

the carpenter and fisherman class....

,,,,ah well, perhaps they are included in with your barbarians....

the Clintons and Co are the new aristocracy.

[wesw]

we are all Russian operatives or stooges.... just ask msnbc and cnn....

Hillary has passed out her talking points..., and the networks?

...achtung baby!!!!

[Econoline]

Here's the blog post to which Snailgate referred:

http://www.stonekettle.com/2016/10/pragmatism.html

....and a bit from near the beginning of the essay:

• Why would somebody like me vote for Hillary Clinton?
  
  That’s not a rhetorical question.
  
  You see, I’m a stereotypical conservative.
  
  Or a least I should be.
  
  I’m male.
  
  I’m white.
  
  I’m straight.
  
  I’m a veteran.
  
  I make a decent living.
  
  I believe in the promise of the Declaration.
  
  I swore my life in defense of the Constitution.
  
  I believe that the only truly inalienable right is the right to define yourself.
  
  I should be a conservative because everything in this society is tilted in my favor and I should want to keep it that way.
  
  I should be a conservative because by inclination I tend towards the traditional conservative values of personal liberty, personal responsibility, limited government, personal enterprise and free markets, balanced budgets, strong military, and self-reliance. Hell, look at me. I couldn’t look any more the traditional conservative if I channeled the staid and buttoned-down ghost of William F. Buckley himself.
  
  I should be a conservative because my childhood was the 1960s. I came of age at the end of the 70s. I was raised in a conservative Republican household in a predominately white Christian conservative Republican Midwestern town surrounded by the traditionally conservative Republican professions of factories and farming. The soundtrack of my youth was Johnny Cash and the Grand Ole Opry and we never missed a John Denver or Donny and Marie Christmas special. I was a Boy Scout. My heroes wore white shirts and ties, they were serious frowning men with brush cuts who smoked Pall Malls, they were the scientists and the engineers and the astronauts who built and flew the rockets and got America to the moon and safely home again. My dad was a veteran of Korea and I respected the tall fit dangerous men who wore the uniform of America and went to fight in Southeast Asia and I had little use for the dirty unemployed hippies who smelled of burning rope and shouted from the street corners protesting The War and The Man and The Establishment and who sang silly songs about the Age of Aquarius.
  
  After high school, when it became apparent I had neither the aptitude nor the money for college, nor the desire to shovel cow manure or work on a factory line, I joined the military. It wasn’t a popular choice at the time, earning you scorn from liberals and conservatives alike – albeit for different reasons. Vietnam was only four years behind us and you had to go to the worst parts of town to find a recruiting station. And in fact, the Military Entrance Processing Station in Detroit where I went for my induction physical via Greyhound bus from Grand Rapids was in the bottom two stories of an old burned out hotel surrounded by drug pushers and prostitutes and bombed out buildings. Inside, the walls were peeling yellow paint and the place stank of urine and mildew. The uniformed men who worked there had seen hard service in the jungles and rice paddies and they held new recruits in the kind of sneering contempt it takes years to master and even they thought we must be the dregs indeed to join up. You really had to want to enlist. Now, I’d like to say I joined up out of a sense of patriotism or to serve my country or for freedom and democracy or some other such lofty conservative ideal, or at least the pragmatism of an education and salable job skills, but mostly it was just a way to get the hell out of my suffocating hick town and see something of the world. Also I had the vague idea military men got a lot of girls. And it was that, but it also eventually became the first part too. My enlistment turned into a career, a college degree, a marriage, a son, the very best of friends, unusual and unique skills, incredible experiences, three wars, and finally an officer’s commission. And during the two and half decades I spent in uniform the military went from being hated and despised, the refuge of scoundrels and losers and alcoholics in the public perception, to a professional volunteer force of America’s very best. And there is no more a concentration of conservative ideals than the military. We are conservatives both by definition and by practice. Adherence to discipline, tradition, doctrine, order, accountability, conformity, authority, service, sacrifice, patriotism, and a powerful resistance to change, these are the very traits which define both military life and traditional conservatism. I spent nearly my entire adulthood living up to those ideals, I was damned good at it and I have the scars and decorations to prove it.
  
  I retired from the military to a conservative red state and then moved to an even more conservative red state. My friends are conservatives. My family are conservatives. My acquaintances are conservatives.
  
  I did consulting work for the military, but eventually I became a full time writer and an artist. These days I’m a self-employed small business owner who resents the hell out the hefty check I send to the IRS every three months. It’s true that as a disabled veteran and a military retiree I get a stipend from the government each month, but it’s not nearly enough to live on and it’s not nearly enough to pay for all the damage that was done to my body over decades of service. I can get lousy medical care at the VA if I’m willing to stand in line for a few months, or I can pay a large deductible for Tricare and hope to find a decent doctor who will take it. I pay more to cover my family and I pay out of pocket the full cost of dental insurance which military retirement doesn’t cover. And even if I do everything just right, the government can (and does) change the rules arbitrarily to renege on the promises they made back when America was desperate for my service and I was foolish enough to believe.
  
  As a writer I have no idea if I’ll make enough to survive each month – let alone pay for my son’s college tuition and take care of my mother-in-law who lives with us due to medical issues.
  
  I’ve fetched up for now in the Panhandle of Florida, unlikely ever to return to my beloved Alaska. I’m surrounded by the welfare state. Lack is what defines this place, lack of education, lack of decent jobs, lack of basic healthcare, lack of opportunity, and most of all lack of dreams. Nevertheless, they are a fiercely proud people and the Civil War still smolders just below the surface. Here in my adopted homeland they hold their religion and their guns and their families close. Passionate about their heritage and their history, they raise the banner of the Confederacy alongside the American flag and they honor both. Their anthem is Sweet Home Alabama and they play it loud and woe to the man who fails to render proper respect. Here they speak fervidly of state’s rights, self determination, and liberty. They hold on to their traditions hard, what traditions they have left anyway. And it’s easy to see that government has long ago failed the citizens here in the Old South and while the American Dream might not be entirely dead, you’d have to be a fool to believe you have much of a shot at it.
  
  And so that’s me. That’s who I am. That’s where I come from and where I live.
  
  So why would a guy like me vote for Hillary Clinton?
  
  Why indeed.

His answer is interesting and well worth reading. (For example: he says, "I don’t like Clinton. I never have."...yet he later says that he's not just voting against Trump, he is voting for Clinton "enthusiastically and with gusto and I encourage you all to do the same."

Read it.

[Crackpot]

I don't think there's anything In there even Jim would disagree with.

Though I'm sure he'll find something just to avoid the agreement.

[oldr_n_wsr]

Sounds like my kind of guy. I'll have to read it tonight to find out his reason for voting hillary.

[Econoline]

"If you vote for Hillary you're a grownup; if you vote for Trump you're a sucker; if you don't vote for anyone, you're an asshole."

[kristina]

Thanks for the link to Stonekettle, Econoline. I've been following Jim Wright for some time now, and think it's quite likely I found him through a link you posted here. He is always worth reading, IMNSHO.

[oldr_n_wsr]

Haven't had a chance to read ityet, but I linked it and emailed it home. Now if Iever sat down at thecomputer at home, then I could get to reading it. Maybe before election day.

[Lord Jim]

I'm sorry, but I'm not going to bother with it...

I've caught Jim Wrong playing fast and lose with the facts (to put it charitably) so many times, that now whenever I see "stonekettle" I just scroll on by...

I give no more credence to something written by him then I would give to something from breitbart.com....

[Crackpot]

I knew Jim couldn't bear the possibility of agreeing with him.

[MGMcAnick]

Considering that neither of my rear doors open from inside...well, it could be entertaining, at least.

Are we talking P71? All of those I've had could be set to open from inside. What's the situation here?

[Lord Jim]

I decided to skim through it...

I came across this:

Perhaps it’s that I don’t much like her friends – particularly Henry Kissinger, a man I hold in utter contempt blah blah blah

Hillary is friends with Henry Kissinger?

I didn't know that...

My opinion of her just went up...

Thanks for the 411 Jim....

[Crackpot]

I played you like a fiddle Jim.

[Jarlaxle]

Considering that neither of my rear doors open from inside...well, it could be entertaining, at least.

Are we talking P71 here? All of those I've had could be set to open from inside. What's the situation here?

Linkage rods not installed.

[MGMcAnick]

Linkage rods not installed.

By choice? Seems like an easy fix.