The War on Excellence

After seeing Barack O-I hate America get elected to ruin our country, I did not think it could get any worse. But as we can expect over the next 4 years things will get a lot worse. Baracks relatives in Kenya have declared a holiday over his election!

They say when you are most upset you do what makes you feel comfortable - for me that is reading Politically Incorrect Gazette.

Once again offering the relief of reality - that sensational scribbler of pagan prose, Hambo, pulled out his crayons and got to scribblin'....

From Hambo's Hammer --

The War on Excellence

[Been here, read this? I feel your pain, but, all things considered, given the deafening "gimmie, gimmie, gimmie" din bellowed heavenward by the Messiah's parasite horde, this rant says what needs to be said, at this moment in our history. If you crave fresh Hambo rhetorical meat, go read this week's Top Story.]

The Founding Fathers were visionary individuals who dreamed of a society, a nation, where the government is explicitly forbidden, legally, ethically, morally from interfering with any individual's 'inalienable rights', rights embodied in each individual at birth, rights with which a government dare not tamper. We began as a nation in which a small, well-defined island of limited government was surrounded by a sea of individual rights. We’ve strayed from that founding vision and getting back promises to be a royal bitch.

From time to time, a member of the VRWC will kick their RNC talking points habit long enough to notice how far this nation that was conceived in inalienable liberty has drifted from its founding principles. They’ll thunder with suitable alarm, about the ‘creeping Socialism’ that is slowly suffocating those 'inalienable rights' which were so eloquently advanced by our Founding Fathers. As usual - it’s probably Kool-Aid withdrawal - they’re on the right track, but still a step or two away from the brink, where they need to stand to get the big picture on America’s plight. I'm compelled to point out that the term 'creeping' is no longer accurate and the term 'Socialism' seems much too mild. San Fran Nan, Teddy ‘The Swimmer’ Kennedy Dingy Harry Reid, and that Dumbo-eared reincarnation of Joseph Stalin - Barry Obamunist - have rolled out the ‘Welcome Comrades’ mat and invited an Ivory Tower brainwashed Red Brigade into government where they can implement neo-Marxist theory. 'Creeping Socialism' has given way to a headlong Stampede toward full blown Marxism.

These neo-Marxists advocate a faceless blob of humanity, in which each person becomes indistinguishable from the next as they achieve the coveted 'wards of the State' status, a State which caters to the relentless 'gimme' rhetoric of those perpetual victims, the 'underclasses'. In this brave new world, excellence, achievement, and success are vilified while mediocrity, conformity and sacrifice are lauded. Egged on by George Soros, the Daily Kossacks, and progressive pinheads (a Marxist in disguise) the neo-Marxist Demoncrats propose an all powerful state which is 'empowered' to micro-manage ever aspect of every citizen's life from cradle to grave.

Life is inherently unfair. This is a fact of nature which the neo-Marxists who were swept into power in the 2006 elections are trying to eradicate through their war on excellence/achievement in American Society. These neo-Marxists, hide behind such buzz words as 'true democracy' ‘shared responsibility’ and 'equality'. They clamor for 'a level playing field' that enriches everyone, regardless of their individual competence/capabilities, by stealing from those undemocratic, self-centered over-achievers whose exploits make these equality-seekers feel inferior. The equality for which the neo-Marxists and the 'common man' they champion clamor is an equality of results, where the incompetent enjoy the same rewards as the competent, invariably at the expense of the competent. Such a system necessarily reduces all performance levels to that of the least competent person in the group, leveling the playing field at the expense of excellence.

How long does this neo-Marxist sludge, none of whom has earned an honest buck in their alleged life, expect the achievers, the competent, their designated 'slaves', to keep producing for them? They don't care. They'll use them up and throw away their spent husks without batting an eye. Anti-rational by nature, mystics to the core, the neo-Marxists are convinced that once the achievers, those dastardly Capitalists, are eliminated, the 'underclasses' will magically, miraculously, selflessly, become competent. These faceless cogs in the world economic machine will produce, tirelessly, ignoring - for the first time in their lives - their own need as they work for the benefit of society as a whole. The fact that this scheme has been tried, repeatedly, failing miserably each time, doesn't discourage them in the least. Convinced that, as Tammy Bruce so cleverly put it, they’re smarter than the average bear, they have deluded themselves into thinking that they can make a fatally flawed scheme like Marxism work. It has to work because, among other things, "It’s for the children".

In their neo-Marxist Eden, these delusional dipsticks plan to banish 'failure', by sacrificing 'success'. Mediocrity, that bland 'sameness' so coveted by the incompetent, is destined to become the ultimate virtue. The rugged individual, that uniquely American over-achiever whose bold vision and innovation made so many significant changes, improvements, to the proverbial 'human condition' will be banished from the American landscape. One must disappear into the teeming faceless horde, or perish. Those perpetual victims of Capitalist tyranny, the 'underclasses', can’t wait to trample the inherent property rights of the achievers in their mindless zeal to satisfy
their endless 'need', without earning it.

During those initial, heady days, weeks, of this neo-Marxist American Eden, there will be ample unlooted achiever wealth to sustain everybody. But, like any orgy of looting, that stolen wealth won’t last forever. Eventually, things will start breaking down and essential staples of life will become scare. The parasite horde, the underclasses, won’t have the means, or the desire, to replace these essential items. The achievers who were the primary victims of this class warfare won’t be riding to the parasite’s rescue, either. It didn’t happen in Russia, or North Korea, or anywhere else Marxism was unleashed and it won’t happen here, either. That’s when ‘society as a whole’ will devolve into smaller groups - probably based on race/ethnicity - that will begin fighting for the remaining scraps. It’s going to get ugly because it’s the natural cycle for liberty suffocating Marxism.

The economic collapse that's destined to accompany the looming reality check will devastate the incompetent, but the achiever, that American icon, the rugged individual, will survive and rebuild. This long overdue bitch-slap will teach these class warriors and the ‘smarter than the average bear’ cretins who aid and abet them an essential lesson: A host (achiever) can survive without a parasite (class warrior), but the parasite dies without the host.

After the parasites are forcibly disconnected from their host (the achievers) those dauntless rugged American individuals will rebuild America. We can only hope they'll emulate the Founding Fathers, taking any and all necessary steps to ensure that another Red Brigade doesn't disinter Marxism, again, and let it wreak it's inevitable havoc on us all over again.

Parting shot: Am I thrilled spitless by this scenario? Not really, but I know that you can’t make an omelet without breaking some eggs. As far as I’m concerned, we can start breaking those neo-Marxist eggs right damn now.

Another candidate enters Presidential Race

Still unsure on who you want as our next President? Not "thrilled spitless" over Messiah Barry or Juan McSpain? Never fear Hambo is here! The scribbling prince of pagan prose has decided to throw his hat in the ring for President.

Who is Hambo you ask? Hambo is the man... the man with a monkeywrench plan!

From Politically Incorrect Gazette --

Hambo For President? Why The Hell Not?

The Free State OF PIG may have finally found a "too real" candidate for the American Presidency in it's own Executive Editor, Hambo, and we're proud to endorse him as Chief Executive Officer.

Hambo is a real man, a real man with a monkeywrench plan. How real? He's real enough to saddle up, then ride into town with his bull whip attitude to do what these sellout, spineless jellyfish Washington hijackers, sellouts, crooks and pussy's have failed to do for a long time: kick ass and take names. He's real enough to put the American people back in charge of this nation.

As a behind the scenes, closet, adviser to the Hambo campaign - after much beer and Vicadin - I suggested that we do a "Take The Money And Run" road trip, in and out of the White House.

What the hell is that? It's a temporary, very overt, mission called getting in, getting the job done in 30 days or less, then getting out again. If Hambo can resist the Siren song of bell towers, he can clean out that Beltway den of thieves in 30 action-packed days, then get back to The Free State Of PIG as fast as possible, where he can contribute more to American liberty in his editorial capacity than he could inside the Beltway.

I asked Hambo if I could be Vice President, and he said no. I think he wants me to be the getaway driver. Cool with me, as long as I get to serve in what could be a most historic administration.

If you choose to elect either one of the two status quo, future sellout pipsqueaks being pathetically offered up as President, it's not just your business. As a nation, we are ALL going to pay... dearly, during the four miserable years to come.

Grow a real set, think for yourself, don't be a zombie and Vote Hambo.

Do you want a real dude that can not only call the shots, but will show no fear in carrying out Executive orders? Do you want a POTUS who will Executive Order some richly-deserving, America hating wackos who have already made our ‘Executive Order reality check' list? Of course you do, which is why you need to bring your crayons to the polling place this November, and write in Hambo.

Name is Porcus Maximus, publisher, PIG, and I am 100% guilty of endorsing and nominating Hambo For President and his Monkeywrench platform.

THE MONKEYWRENCH PLAN, WARTS AND ALL

It's down to crunch time in the Oval Office Derby and, no matter which way you turn, the outlook is bleak. We saw this one coming and tried to head it off at the pass, MONTHS AGO, when we started our Nudge the Nuge campaign in a Top Story. We knew, at the time, that we’d be hard pressed getting one of America's rugged individuals, Ted Nugent, to give America the kind of kick ass, no bull crap, get back to basics, leadership it needs in this troubled times. Unfortunately, Ted, for reasons of his own, didn't pick up his bow and arrows, then go hunting for the Nanny State venerating legends in their own minds, who were seeking the highest office in this land. Ted was, our last, our best, hope for a rational adult winning the Oval Office, but he doesn't want the job. We don't blame him, given the political cess-pool our Elected Tormentors created inside the D.C. Beltway.

We searched high and low for a rational adult on the political scene and couldn't find one. We searched far and wide among America's sovereign individuals, but couldn't persuade any of them to pick up the fallen 'life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness' banner. They wouldn't be RATIONAL adults if they were willing to seize Uncle Sam by the throat and shake him until he cuts the crap and gets back to properly-constitutional basics.

Bummed, but determined to field a PIG-worthy Oval Office candidate, our elite selection committee met in private session. After a sufficient quantity of adult beverages were ingested, frustration reared its ugly head. "Desperate times call for desperate measures. If we can't find a 'rational' adult, why not go for the gold, and throw our support behind a suitably IRRATIONAL adult?" After a memorable melee, somebody said 'it', and that easily, an insane idea was born.

It? The selection committee realized that, while they were searching high and low, far and wide, a suitably irrational Oval Office candidate was right under their noses, skulking through the hallways of the PIG Bunker. In fact, he got the ball rolling by posting this prose on his PIG page:

I have more or less given up hope that a rational adult - one who is up to speed on the restrictions the constitution places on the government and no shit means to govern under those non-negotiable limitations - will ever be elected president. On the other hand, if someone wants an irrational adult, I am superbly qualified.

My campaign platform would be the "Monkeywrench" plan. As soon as I took office, I would spend every minute before I was impeached, jamming a monkeywrench into the gears of government. That would involve firing anyone and everyone I could within the federal bureaucracy, shutting down entire federal cabals by refusing to allocate the money to them, and generally creating a Gordian Knot-class mess that it will take DECADES to unravel.

Irrational? Why deny it, since he freely admits it? Like we said, a few moments ago, desperate times, desperate measures. How desperate are we? Very, and ‘Hambo for President’ proves it. You might be tempted to agree, but, before you make that call, you should get up to speed on certain essential Hambo campaign planks.

Plank: Foreign Policy

Hambo doesn't tolerate fools, and has no patience whatsoever, when it comes to the kind of word games perpetrated by our foreign policy experts. If he resists the urge to order a tactical nuclear strike on the State Department, on his first day in office, he'll probably fire every damn person lurking there and, personally, frog march them out of the building. With those mealy mouthed fools out of our misery Hambo would give every nation in the world a reality check. How? You'll love it.

Every Monday morning, he'd give his personal assistant - he's determined to give Kendra from 'Girls Next Door' the job - his latest list of 'asshat countries'. Kendra would arrange for the top diplomat from each country on the list to meet me in the Oval Office, where they would have the name of their country written down and put inside Uncle Sam’s top hat. Then, a randomly chosen American would get to pull out the name of the winner.

The name of the winner will be announced and its ambassador informed that his nation will be nuked, immediately, for being a pain in Uncle Sam’s butt. This mushroom cloud reality check will remind all the other pissant nations who dodged that nuclear bullet why they don’t want to screw with us. (Hambo promises to repeat the process, until the pissant punks get the message.)

Hambo explains this policy with these utterly presidential words: "What's the point in being the meanest dog on the block if you don't bite someone occasionally, to engender the proper respect?"

Plank: Justice for Ramos and Compean

Hambo has promised that his first task after being sworn in will be to liberate these two political prisoners from federal prison. As soon as they are free, they will be given the honor of dragging Johnny Sutton into solitary confinement, at Club Gitmo. Furthermore, if they want to job, Ramos and Compean will be granted complete control over the care, feeding, and enlightenment of Johnny Sutton. The job is theirs, for as long as it amuses them.

Hambo insists that, "It's time for that rat bastard Sutton to get a new perspective on the American graybar hotel system, from the inside. If it's up to me, he'll rot in that cell."

Plank: Privatize the Airwaves

Since the airwaves never were, and never should be the property of "the public", Hambo would force Uncle Sam to renounce any pretense of owning them. The airwaves are - and should be - the rightful property of the broadcasters who give them value. Hambo would return control of the airwaves to the marketplace, where it belongs. The FCC would be out of the content business and put to work on their original task: making sure that broadcasters don’t trample on each other’s signal.

If Brent Bozell, Donald Wildmon and others of that ilk don’t like what these new airwave owners are doing with their property, they should grab their own patch of the electromagnetic spectrum and broadcast their own ‘safe for the kiddies’ programming.

If Dingy Harry Reid and San Fran Nan are tired of VRWC, they will be forced to grab their own piece of the electromagnetic spectrum. Maybe they can find a way to make rational adults tune in on lunatic lefty whining. It’s probably doomed to failure, but watching another liberal boom box network bite the dust would be very entertaining for President Hambo.

Would the ensuing, privatized airwaves, programming deluge be butt ugly in many cases? You bet, but that’s a price you pay when you live in a nation that does more than give lip service to inalienable individual liberty.

Plank: Presidential News Conferences

Hambo has vowed to meet with the press on a daily basis. Knowing that, by and large, a White House press conference is a well-known cure for insomnia, Hambo has promised to make his encounters must see, T.V. He vows to electrify his audience by making the reporters draw straws. That luck short straw earns the rare honor of being tasered by the President of the United States. [FYI: Mrs. Hambo has declared dibs on tasering Helen Thomas.]

Do you want a president whose idea of a ‘hot line’ is having a direct connection to the best pizza joint in town? You’ll get him when you punch a chad for Hambo.

Do you want a president who will wage war on Nanny State bloat by taking a meat axe to the federal alphabet soup: EPA, DEA, EEOC, FDA, IRS, etc? Hambo is the man with the monkeywrench plan.

Do you a want a president whose ‘inner circle’ includes Old Betsy and her pumped up brother, Big Bang? You’re talking Hambo, again, Sparky.

Do you want a president with the vision to propose a trial lawyer hunting season? Hambo’s your man.

Do you want a president whose idea of a state dinner is a kegger with the burgers and pizza served by the Hooters hotties? Hambo’s the man to git ‘er done. Hell, if you play your cards right and he’ll send you an invitation.

Do you want an utterly irrational adult who will scare the snot out of Islamikazes, Commie scumbags, Nanny State Nitwits, Korrectniks, and neo-Marxist meatheads? Hambo’s the man for the job.

Do you want a loose cannon who will really send lefty Tinsel Town loons fleeing for Europe? You know what you’ve gotta do, Sparky.

Vote Early. Vote Often. Vote Hambo.