Slick Rick Blumenthal Caught Out in MORE Vietnam lies!

Hearst Connecticut papers bag on lying Democrat sack,

"This man Blumenthal... impresses me." 

-- His Excellency Idi Amin Dada,  President for Life, Field Marshal Al Hadji Doctor Idi Amin, VC, DSO, MC, Lord of All the Beasts of the Earth and Fishes of the Sea, and Conqueror of the British Empire in Africa in General and Uganda in Particular.

Obama Solves Energy Crisis!

Enthusiastically toadying to Presidente Calderon of Mexico, the kleptocratic sock puppet of a failed state on our Southern border (and I don't mean California), Barack Obama announced that "our shared values transcend our shared borders... and since our borders are being transcended anyway, I've ordered the Navy to re-occupy the Vera Cruz oil fields.  This will dramatically reduce our dependence on foreign oil and end the need for offshore drilling..."

US Navy alleviating domestic energy crisis, Vera Cruz, Mexico

Hump Day Rule 5 -- Hill's Angels!

Veterans Defend Outed Vietnam Fraud Candidate! -- UPDATED!

Veterans today rushed to defend embattled CT Senatorial candidate Richard Blumenthal, exposed by the NYT as having lied about serving in Vietnam instead of receiving five deferments and a safe spot in the Stateside reserves...

"I think maybe the proudest days of my Vietnam service were the time I fought alonside Rick Blumenthal to hold Charlie out of Stuttgart during the Tet Offensive..."  -- Ward Reilly, Vietnam Vets Against the War

"I support Rick Blumenthal even though he never bravely killed a two-year-old like I did..." -- Senator John Kerry, D-MA

"I would endorse Rick Blumenthal but I can't spell it..." -- Jessie Macbeth, Iraq Veterans Against the War


"Rick Blumenthal saved an Iraqi dog my Bradley driver wanted to run over!" -- The New Republic's correspondent Scotty Beauchamp

UPDATE:  Fake veteran 
"endorsing" Blumenthal 
AT HIS PRESS CONFERENCE

His name is William Joseph Trumpower and he's listed on the POW Network's "Phony" database, for claiming medals he never earned, rank he never held and experiences he never had.

UPDATE AGAIN!  BLUMENTHAL'S 

FAKE VET BUDDY 

HAS EXTENSIVE CRIMINAL 

RECORD! 

(Ht: This Ain't Hell)

BTW, if you're seriously interested in the "Stolen Valor" outrage, This Ain't Hell does an outstanding job of covering it.

Evil Genius Dick Cheney Throws CA GOP Primary to Steve Poizner -- Endorses Meg Whitman!

"You have one more eye. I have nine more fingers.  Choose carefully, Republicans..."

It's now official: Meg Whitman cannot win the race for Governor in California.  Cheney's endorsement will make her toxic to the independents and wavering Democrats the GOP needs to win the governorship in CA.


I'm not sure what the mechanism behind this decision  is, but it works for Poizner any way you can posit it:


Cheney's endorsement is simply bought and paid for: plain old business as usual corrupt politics?


An embittered Cheney sticking a finger in the eye of the party he feels abandoned him., and Meg Whitman is the best way to pay the GOP back?


An act  of careless inconsideration, from a man who doesn't have a rep for same?


Or a brilliant piece of counterintuitive strategy from the Evil Schemer Mastermind of theVRWC, who knows just what it will take to ruin Whitman's chances?

Jewish Supporters Abandoning Obama!

Followoing polls showing that just 42% of the Jews who voted for Obama would vote for him today,  Obama addressed the issue before an enthusiastic crowd in Berlin, saying:

"Too late, beyotches!  Heil myself, heil to me, I'm the

kraut who's out to change your history...so give a great big smile,

and one 'SIEG HEIL' to ME! WONDERFUL MEEEEEEE....!"

Administration staffers were quick to clarify the President's remarks.  Rahm Emanuel went before the press to explain:

"We really screwed up the messaging.  Folks, the armbands are optional, and won't cost you one penny more in taxes!"


On a serious note, Three Beers Later wishes a happy 1932 to all the happy little kapos of the American Jewish Left.  You were nice while you lasted.

Rule 5 -- Juliana Moreira!

My Arizona Immigration Adventure!

Boycott Arizona?  Now there's a new idea.  Because it worked so well the last time...

1976, I was a brand new Democrat (having cast my very first Presidential vote for James Earl Carter) on top of being a terminal nerd.  Arizona had just refused to ratify the Equal Rights Amendment (ERA).  Pulp writer turned self-promoting "speculative fiction" author Harlan Ellison had decided America had to punish the evil rednecks via Iguanacon, a regional SF convention in Phoenix.  He called on fans from all over the country to come to the convention but not to spend one penny on anything in Arizona.

Being 20 years old, a New Yorker, and a brand new Democrat, and thus being blithely certain I knew exactly how the world worked, I set off to Phoenix to teach them cowboys a lesson by my principled example, armed only with my sleeping bag, two boxes of Granola Bars and a Greyhound Bus ticket.

Now, because I was going out there to stand up to the Man, man, and because I had seen not only Billy Jack but also The Trial of Billy Jack, I knew what those evil western lawmen could get up to.  And also because I was a New Yorker, and didn 't drive, I didn't have a driver's license.  So I brought my passport, so I could legally identify myself in case the heat came down, man.

Once upon a time, Greyhound actually was a cheaper alternative to airline travel.  You had to make two minor tradeoffs, one in travel time and the other in the fact that you were traveling with all the other people looking for a cheaper way across the country.  In my case that translated into two and a half days and a kindly little old grandmother traveling to join the Perfect Master Maharaj Ji, who thought it would do her good to bring along a convert.

So after two and a half days of having Maude Frickert try to enlighten me, I stumbled off the bus in Phoenix to discover a) that I was hungry and thirsty, b) Phoenix was frigging hot and had a negative humidity index, and c) Harlan Ellison's idea of boycotting a state involved a fully-stocked camper in the parking lot and meals paid for by the convention.  Thus after the first day my principled example evolved into "Screw it, I'm buying a cheeseburger and a coke and that Wally Wood Sally Forth collection I saw in the dealer's room."

After a couple of nights crashing in the all-night film show and under draped tables in the halls, I climbed on the bus back to NYC.  Phoenix seemed largely unchastened by my gesture.   The only seat left on the bus was in back with a bunch of people speaking Spanish.  Being 20 years old, a New Yorker, and a brand new Democrat, and thus being blithely certain I knew exactly how the world worked, I said to myself, "Hey, Puerto Ricans" and thanked God they weren't eyeballing my chakras.

We motored out of Phoenix, having a high old time, sharing food and drinks (granola bars receiving a mixed reception), changed buses in Albuquerque, motored on happily... until the whole freaking world turned flashing red and blue.  State cops, country cops... and INS, who boarded the bus and started removing my seriously bummed Hispanic buddies.  It slowly began to dawn on me that these folks just might not be Puerto Ricans after all... especially after a couple of them produced expired Guatemalan passports.

However, that train of thought immediately derailed upon the appearance of a gut, a badge, and a holstered Chief's Special about six inches in front of my nose and the demand: "Let's see your ID, sir."

Now.  Did you ever try to explain to the INS why you need a US passport to travel between Phoenix and New York with a bunch of illegal Guatemalans?  The Harlan Ellison story carried surprisingly little weight.  The word "coyote"was bandied about rather freely and in varying tones of loud until we were finally able to agree that most coyotes probably didn't get on the bus with their customers and that my round trip ticket from NYC probably supported my story, since it was unlikely I would have to travel all the way to Arizona to score my illegals for whatever purpose.  The muttered question, "Yeah, but does he know that?" might have done some damage to my self-esteem, if I was minded to complain, which, um... I wasn't.

They did like the Sally Forth collection, though.

Since then, I've been somewhat skeptical of the value of organized boycotts.

Rule 5 -- A Joan Jett MiniFestival!

Armed Forces Day