Enough WIth Life's Absurdities: I'm Closing This Blog Down

Have you ever said "enough," yet enough was never enough? Perhaps it was a wall you hadn't reached yet and until you finally came almost to the point of smacking straight into it, or perhaps actually did, you just kept putting that "enough moment" off until the finality of what you could stand no longer existed.

I've come to that point with this blog. It's no longer worth writing any controversial column or blog these days when there are so many more positive and constructive things to do with my time. For the past five years I've been building and selling a few scratch-built nativity creches; all but a few modeled from Alpine and European half-timber architectural styles.

It's nice to hear a person remember something I've written that's given he or she some satisfaction; a sense of justification for one's values, hopes, dreams, and recently speaking, fears.

Nothing comes close to the joy I've received from watching a child approach a creche I've built and then grab her father's hand saying, "Dad, Dad, lookit ... " That happened during a particularly bleak time in my life, and I'll never forget the look on this young African girl's face as she rather "forcefully" got the attention of her father, a visiting scholar from Africa, at a church where I'd belonged and which allowed one of my creches to be put on display in its foyer. I never let on to them, but they sure made my day and yes, Christmas.

The little girl captured the essence of Pope Benedict's words above about the task of Christians during Advent; particularly Christian artists. His words first appeared in a book of meditations (That Which Is From Above, Ignatius, SF, 1986.)

While a lot of Christian writers, especially conservative Christian traditionalists like myself, who've decried the lack of attention given to our heritage, especially our European/American Christian heritage, I figured it was time to put my hands on a few saws, sanding blocks, chisels, etc. and go hunting for the most usable rustic material possible to make "that which is from above" more available in the area I'm truly best and blessed at. How good am I? That's up to the buying market and of course, He Who inspires everything; including this closing down of "The Absurdistan Post."

Sometime within the next day, you can find me at http://handmadecrechesbystevenbarrett.blogspot.com/ with a fully operating blog, including picures of what I've made. Not to be braggin, but I've also got to make a few dollars out of my shop to justify myself and and all the sawdust I've brought up from our basement.
You could call it an "adver-blog" and "community posting board" for anyone wanting to discuss various kinds of creches, how to build creches, etc., Christmas folk art, and Christian art in general. There'll always be room at this inn.

Steven Barrett

PS: To all who read The Absurdistan Post, thank you.

At What Point Do We Stop Genuflecting At The Word "Diversity"

Already I'm hearing a Christmas carol sung in the background, "Lo, there is a rose a'bloomin'" ... a beautifully soft and sentimental carol that never fails in moving most people who hear it and ponder its words. No matter how unsentimental life can render us, there are those songs, carols, stories and certainly holy days which bring out the best of us by helping to break down the hardness we carry from the experiences we've gained through this journey called "life."

This year, like 2001, will be one of those years when it'll be harder to shed those toughened layers of cynical misgivings; not to mention find ourselves any more able to even make an attempt to heed the slightest bit of attention to the essential beauty of Christmas and Chanukha.

The mass murder of 13 people at Ft. Hood in Texas last week by a Muslim devoted to promoting violent jihad was bad enough. What made it all the more painful was the fact that the killer was no less than an Army officer; Major Nidal Hasan. Little drips and drabs of news stories indicating how far Hasan drifted off in to at least the mental and spiritual realm of our most dedicated sworn enemies, haven't done much to help our national mood either.

Worse was the fact that this man had been under surveillance for some time and yet the Army still decided to deploy this supposedly lone (let's hope) walking Fifth Columnist to Afghanistan. Keeping your enemies closest to you may've worked well for the fictional Don Corleone in Mario Puzo's Godfather. Jihadists, however, aren't fictional characters. They're real people with real and very hardened agendas. They take their faith seriously, meaning they take it a lot more seriously in a darker sense than most Christians, Jews and yes, Muslims.

Yet, saying that most Muslims don't take the meaning of "jihad" as seriously as those involved in terrorism, (be they actual "soldiers" or political activists and professional cheerleaders working within Islam's intelligentstia, doesn't mean the rest of us should give a big sigh of relief and move on, all the while praying and hoping the "next time" won't be as bad or gory as the last horrific event.

Christians and Jews are expected to share their faith, albeit in our respectively different ways. And while it's true that Christianity wasn't always shared by mere preaching, passing out tracts and (nowadays telecommunication) plus of course, this machine, the computer, for the most part, we've long given up the use of mass forced conversions. Today's "crusades" are big gatherings in stadia, or simply a seasonal push by a local pastor or two to increase his church's enrollment figures. Occasionally Catholics and liturgical Protestants will have to raise their voices against encroachments by evangelical churches, (i.e., "sheep stealing") ... but Christians have long ago dropped the coercive style(s) of evangelization.

Not so within certain influential circles of the so-called Islamic Nation. There are enough Osamas, Major Hasans, the thugs who murdered Vincent van Gogh's grandnephew in broad daylight in Holland, and foxes such as this Holocaust denier for an Iranian president to remind us that the darker spirit of militant Islam is very much alive and well, and we disregard this exponentially growing threat to our detriment.

Hasan even said so before he fired his first shots. He warned us that there are more like him. Saddest of all is that I believe him more than I believe our head our government, the same one whose leaders having anything to do with the Middle East seem overjoyed to have their collected heads up their asses. Indeed, the same Federal government that's more concerned about protecting its ever precious "diversity" in the Armed Forces than in protecting us from more potential "Manchurian psychiatrics" such as this Hasan fellow.

Diversity's fine so long as some of the specific kinds of people you're trying to include (and show off as trophy members) don't have specifically nefarious plans to do in the rest of us. Hasan sure did. Oh, no let's not overreact, saith General Casey, the Army's top general. Well, nobody expected him to say, "Okay, go get the first Muslim so and so's you find ... kick down doors, kick butt, take more names and keep rounding 'em up."

Nobody suggested that General Casey. But a lot of us feel that way. By "a lot of us," I'm including Muslims, too. Hasan, after all, violated one of the biggest taboos in the Koran, the taking of innocent lives. Nobody's suggesting "lone wolf" activities, much akin to the crazed killers of abortionists. I hate abortion with every fibre in me, but I'll be damned before I take up a weapon against them and, hell's bells, general, as a group, they've killed more Americans than all of our combined enemies since we achieved independence in 1783.

What's he worried about, an American Kristallnacht? Nonsense! If that's the case, he'd best be more concerned with watching his back from what might come from the government, if ever it decided to follow the Nazi German government's Propaganda Minister Joseph Goebbels' order to let Brown Shirts loose on the remaining Jews in 1938 after the assasination of a German ambassador in Paris.

Or is Casey looking back at the McCarthy-Army hearings? Don't worry General, nobody's going to lose their "decency" however much that's remaining during these hearings. The politicians' handlers and big buck backers on K-Street will see to that. Perhaps he's also looking back to the Drefuss Affair in France. Don't bother. France then, and still is, a far more anti-Jewish nation than we'll ever become concerning Muslims.

And may God forgive and protect you from saying this, General; that you're concerned how any perceived harm to diversity might affect our relations with our Europe. After all, which nation gets called in towards the end of every brawl in Europe to clean out the place and restore order; only to be chastized for breaking some of the candle sticks? I'm sure General Casey knows the answer to this considering it's only been ten years since we had to play John Wayne in Kosovo. What came of that? A new predominately European Muslim nation.

Diversity has its limits, General. An overwheening dedication to preserving it in the face of commonsense makes as much sense as the coddling of Hitler by France and Great Britain during the Munich cave in. The diplomats who gave us Munich, like the people who thinking nothing of shoving PC down everyone's throats here (and especially in the EU "government") gave fastidiuousness in pursuit of unrealistic goals in the face of greater danger from evil-minded people an even more horrific name. We call it appeasement. They wanted peace so badly, they were willing to give up another nation's existence. Today we want a more pleasant society so we squash out what makes us different, our religious symbols, holidays, seasons, etc., all in the name of making sure "nobody is offended," yet we seldom know what hits us (when it actually does) the moment the appeased smack us back in their way of saying "Thanks, Chump(s)."

Weakness, or even an excessive zeal for displaying "decency" notwithstanding how that comes across to the real victims of atrocities such as Army Maj. Nidal Hasan's will only provoke more atrocities General Casey. The Major Hasan's of this world don't give a damn about "diversity" they never have, and never will, any more than Hitler and his willing accomplices (on both sides) when it came to respecting "diversity" outside of the predominate societies of Europe.

After all General, if you're so damned concerned about "diversity," why the hell don't you take this question up the ranks to your highest commander in hopes that he'll [unapologetically] take it to the UN -- and forgive me for really stretching -- to the leaders of the Muslim nations, especially that bastion of liberalism, Saudi Arabia? How much diversity do they put on display there or in Iran? Since President Obama's heading to Asia, why not nudge him to ask how well China's Affirmative Action programs are working for its minorities ... starting with Tibetans.

No roses bloomin' this December in Texas and at least 13 homes across the country, yellow or otherwise . . .

Before I forget, General I just want to wish you a very,

Happy Thanksgiving

Merry Christmas

Happy Chanukha

At least you weren't given any sappy "happy holiday's" palaber-"greetings." After all, haven't too many GI Joes lost their lives so people could say what they want --when they want -- and to whom they want--without fear of getting into trouble with the kind of the scum the Army, Air Force, Navy, Marines and Coast Guard put out of business, i.e. those thought police and political-correctness experts?

Given The Rest Of The World, The United States Is Indeed THE Exceptional Example Of What A Nation Should Be

Pardon the long title, but it speaks for itself and the nation, my nation, and the nation of 300 million other United States citizens. It certainly does a much better job of speaking for this nation than most of the 1,094 words used by Neal Gabler in his pitiable column "One Nation Under Illusion," which ran in today's Boston Globe. Gabler, who's also the author of "Walt Disney: Triumph of the American Imagination," found a very convenient parking spot for this column, the Globe as opposed to the Orlando Sentinel.

And no, I'm not bothering to link his book. He can sell his own damn books by himself. Moreover, as a former Walt DisneyWorld Cast Member, I'd be damned if I'd give him my usual link(s) to either Barnes & Noble and/or Amazon, especially after reading today's screed.

Gabler does a masterful job of dragging up all the statistical data showing where we fall behind some other patch of global real estate when it comes to this, that and who-knows-what-else. It's all in the column.

So?

We're not perfect; but a nation doesn't have to be perfect in order for it to still be the greatest nation on earth.

If Gabler, the Left, and the nation's other Perpetual Sisters of Pity-Poor-Us-Forever-Unredeemable-Americans -- especially those whose Convent-Towns bear names like Amherst, Berkeley, Cambridge, Ann Arbor, Coral Gables and so forth -- have the guts to bone up to it, even they could possibly come to their senses and see the same light so many of our newly arrived immigrants, both legal and "undocumented," have seen for years.

It's hard to see the lights of anything when your heads are either too high above the clouds due to your own classicist arrogance fed by inhaling too much laughing gas emitted from intellectual snobs; or worse, never lifting your heads out of the trough of public monies that've been delivered by the bucketloaders in Congress ever anxious to appease their pals in academia.

This is a particular specialty of northern liberal pols. They've mastered this art like no one else on Capitol Hill and in state capitols across the fruited plains of grants all fertilized by taxpayers in every rank but the wealthy who keep bankrolling the same old manure distributors, one election after another.

Notwithstanding what this world, sorry as it is, and has been in many places and times between 1945 and the present, is there any body left in the more liberal ranks of the 4th estate and the kind of company Gabler keeps who ... if given even more than even a moment or two could riddle through this gem of "comparative analysis?"

"Even when one considers anecdotal evidence - “If this isn’t the greatest country then why do so many people want to come here?’’ - the case isn’t particularly persuasive. Mexicans cross the border to the United States for economic opportunity. Turks go to Germany, Indians and Pakistanis to Great Britain, Arabs to France. This isn’t a sign of our special greatness, just a sign that desperate people seek a more powerful economy for their betterment."

"The point of all this isn’t that America doesn’t have a lot to be proud of. It does. The point is that just about every country has a lot to be proud of, and America has no more right to assume it is the greatest nation in the world than does France, Switzerland, China, or Russia."
(Color and italicized emphasis, mine./sb)

Turks also come to the U.S., and Germans come to live here, too.

Indians love coming here; so do the Pakistanis, and both are doing quite well. The British aren't exactly enamored with Gordon Brown's brownout of their once scepter'd isle.

Arabs come here as well and they have for decades. (But for those who don't, they've got to be desperate as hell to even consider moving to France!)

Why, to read Gabler's piece, you'd think the only people coming here are "wetbacks" and Haitians. American liberals don't put it this way (for public consumption) -- but when you scratch their ever-thinning veneer these days when it comes to how they assess their homeland, even the most self-professed "progressive-thinking" and "enlightened and socially conscious" people can be just like Archie Bunker in their own peculiar way. Like Gabler, they'll never condescend so far as to say we have nothing to be proud of. They just have a hard time ... admitting it, without a cough or sputter.

What a splendid display of hubris on his own part to say the United States is no greater than "France, Switzerland, China, or Russia." However deeply scarlet be our sins, I dare say we still have a lot of ground to give in order for any of those nations to match us in terms of greatness.

Let's see: How great were the French shortly before WWII broke out, when they, along with the British Empire, had the chance to end Hitler's pieceful dreams of German exceptionalism when it came to respecting the rights of other nations to exist? How great were the Swiss when it came to their footdragging on the matter of recompensation and restoration of property claims filed by Jews who were ripped off the same German government which deposited all their loot in Swiss banks? Were the Swiss outraged at such end-runs pulled by their Nazi neighbors. Nein! They kept their mouths shut and consciences locked in safety deposit boxes.

China and Russia are "great" nations indeed; great for the size and wide scope of their waves of oppression. But don't bring up the Native Americans or African Americans. Comparing apples to oranges and both fruits to potatoes won't do justice to anyone. Nor will it do to bring up the Japanese internment camps during WWII.

Go ahead and see if our sins can be compared to those of Stalin's and Mao's: the two single greatest mass murderers in history. Horrible as he was, Hitler was way behind what Stalin and Mao put up in numbers when it came to killing people wholesale. Don't forget Pol Pot, whom all the eggheads in the many academic theme parks across the country, said was "liberating" Cambodia and "wouldn't start a blood bath."

No, no. Watch what happens when American pro-abortion liberals hear Pro-Lifers criticize the legacy of U.S. Court Harry Blackmun, the late author of the majority decision allowing legal abortion in 1973. Expressions become awfully tense. Fifty million dead innocent children weren't even sacrificed on the altar of "revolutionary social justice," but good old convenience and a terribly court-construed reinvention of privacy. That part of history gets an automatic pass when it comes to liberals handing out exceptions.

This old Watercraft dock hand for Walt's world also has experience working in Academialand; where Alice's Wonderland seems relatively normal. Might I also add, the world the United States stands out quite exceptionally should inspire Disney's Imagineers to come up with a new ride: "The U.S. & The Rest." Why, there could even be an audioanimatronic Muammar Khaddafi and Hugo Chavez giving their famous "addresses" at the UN; Gordon Brown speaking at Normandy last Summer, referring to Omaha Beach as "Obama Beach," and that little man wearing the khaki golf jacket from Iran. He could be matched with the leisure-suited "Dear Leader" from North Korea, and placed right between them is a mock A-bomb that neither fruitcake says their nations are building.

After coming out of that "ride" or exhibit, even the least educated Disney's guests wouldn't need a Ph.D in diplomatic studies to understand why American Exceptionalism has a far more valid claim than whatever its detractors can lob against it ... which is usually at best, the mud taken from a Third World "patch of paradise."

The Not-So-Nobel "Peace Prize" Goes To .... Barack Obama? LAUGH OUT LOUD!

There's nothing so jarring as having your radio alarm go off at 5:15 a.m. only seconds later to hear that the most inexperienced and undeserving nominee for the Nobel Peace Prize, Barack H. Obama, won the Nobel Peace Prize.

Take cheer, I thought, the pointy-heads in Norway will soon start "hearing it." And have they ever ... deservedly so, too.

One such commentator, Aaron David Miller had this to say in a column for CNN:

The award says more about the world's love affair with Barack Obama and its collective sigh of relief that George W. Bush is gone than it does about the president's substantive foreign policy accomplishments. And in the end, America doesn't want to be loved by the world; we want to be admired and respected, and that will depend not on celebrity, process or celebration that the Democrats are back in office, but on real foreign policy accomplishments. (Color emphasis, bold face and italics, mine./sb)

Oh, to hell with the joke of the so-called "Peace Prize," and especially to hell with Europe's viscerally snobbish leftist intelligentsia, especially if they happen to be Norwegians.

Miguel Diaz Might As Well Have Been Obama's Best Pick For The Vatican Post: He Honors His Boss More Than His Lord

I was wrong about our new emissary to the Pope, excuse me...Holy See. Miguel Diaz, Ph.D. is perhaps just the perfect man to represent the Obama Administration, which has already gone out of its way to snub the Vatican, loyal (to the Church, first) Catholics and even moderately conservative non-Catholic Christians in more ways than I'd care to think of, much less take the effort to put them in writing again, and again, and again, ad nauseum, very nauseum!

A while back, I shared that Diaz, along with his fellow heel-clicker Douglas Kmiec, Amb. to Malta, had more or less taken a Fuhrer Oath in order to become part of the Obama campaign's inner circle of influentials when it came to "faith matters." Go ahead, it's okay to give a good sigh. You'll be doing more of that after reading some of his remarks given the other day to the Italian press.

In a story filed by Francis X. Rocca for Religion News Service, the newly minted ambassador let it be known under no uncertain terms that he was there to put Caesar before God. Oh yes, I understand he has a job to do, but when it comes to the push and shove of his moral obligations to his truly highest pay-grade, God, he dropped the ball at the one yard line only to see the fumble picked up for a 99-yd touchdown return.

In Diaz' worldview and that of his temporal boss' ... President Obama, "God and Country" are co-equals and make for a nice motto on patriotic-looking artwork, symbols, etc. In the Obamasphere of today's Washington and Rome's Janiculum Hill, where Diaz' digs are located, "God and Country" is a nice statement and no more.

'Tis a far cry from the sentiments of St. Thomas More who willingly gave up his life because he wouldn't even allow his closest friend, King Henry VIII pull an Obama over God in his time.

Addressing the scribes in Italian, our multilingual ambassador wowed 'em with this wonkish nugget of wisdom:

"The points where we have coordination today between this president and the Holy See are more than just one ... We have the possibility of collaboration on so many points."

The reporters couldn't be blamed if they mistook him for one of the more drollish European Union stuffed shirts who feel more at home using so much gobbledygood to say zilch. And of course, he had to rely on an old half of an Obamaesque attempt at "good cop/bad cop" rhetoric:

"In any international relationship between two states, it's normal to have differences," he said, quoting Obama's statement that it is possible to "disagree without being disagreeable."

Wait'll the Vatican gets a call one day from Dr. Diaz saying "... The President's not happy and is ready to call some people in the Vatican and Catholic hiearchy in the U.S. out." Let's see how far he gets with that South Side Chicago lingo in Rome. As if the men and women who've run that tiny state and stood up to Bonaparte, Garibaldi, Mussolini, Hitler, Stalin and now the most anti-Catholic administration in the White House are going to be shaking because of Obama?

Shaking with laughter.

Obama forgets that this Pope escaped from one of the most visciously pro-Nazi Austrian units he was assigned to late in the war. Escaping meant an instant death sentence, and Benedict, then a teenaged Joseph Ratzinger was willing to risk it all than to put "his fuhrer over God" and commonsense. (If the heel-clickers in this administration haven't gotten this down yet, they will eventually.)

Apparently Dr. Diaz knows he's in over his head, despite all his academic honors, etc., earned mostly through very liberal theology departments beginning with our co-alma mater St. Thomas University's (Miami, FL). He has to know he's no match for this Pope and the Magisterium if they have any substantive theological discussion on the real tough issues, beginning with abortion and his slavish devotion to duty on behalf of this very pro -abortion administration. After all, how does a man who claims to be a loyal devout Catholic square this; especially during a conversation with the Holy Father. Nice try.

So, what did the ambassador do when asked about the prospects of him having any such discussions? He fell back on his and his boss' (misinterpretation of "God and Country," or rather "Caesar and God" typifiying the Obama Weltausschung (world view.)

"As ambassador of the United States, I'm not here primarily to be having theological conversations with the Holy Father ... I'm here to represent my president, my people, my country in the effort to build diplomacy."

In other words, "I'm only following orders."

Jimmy Carter's Much Better At Using A Hammer Than He Ever Was With Using His Mouth

In all the years since I volunteered for the Carter Re-Election Campaign in Florida while living in Central Florida (1979-80), the title I just picked for this post would've probably been the last I could've imagined myself thinking, much less putting into print.

Jimmy Carter's done wonders using a hammer and other tools for Habitat for Humanity since he started volunteering for the organization not long after his forced early retirement, gratis of Ronald Reagan and a very disappointed American electorate in November, 1980. Even though I had my doubts, I always wanted to cut him some slack. My views were more to the left of what they are now. Peg that to age, or simply distancing myself far enough to make a better judgment of his term in office.

It was pretty sad now that I look back. Let me correct that: it was very sad, lackluster, and a cave in to so many things he stood against when he first ran for office.

It's said that Carter grew in stature after he left office, thanks to his, and his wife Roslyn's work with Habitat, their center for peace studies, resolving world hot-spots -- whatever -- and her efforts to combat mental illness. All laudable endeavors; well, on her part, anyway.

There wasn't a Red dictator or character out of a central casting list for banana republic thugs he couldn't wait to appease. That's all that needs to be said for his "peace efforts." And of course, who can forget his over-all-imaginable-peaks-for-TOPS-shameless-campaign-to-obtain-the-Nobel-Peace-Prize through his public efforts to undermine and publicly embarrass one of his successors on the eve of our going to war (with Iraq) in 2003.

There were many good patriotic Americans who opposed the war for a variety of reasons; but look at who went out of his way to demonstrate he could speak on their behalf, as well as the world's (as if he had any right to claim any of our war's opponents' and the world's

So, he got his prize. Aren't you impressed? To this writer, it rates down there with the "scrap of paper" Neville Chamberlain waved on his return from Germany to proclaim he'd secured "peace in our time" with Hitler. It's also down there with Henry Kissinger's "Peace With Honor" scrap of paper he signed with North Vietnam in 1973. And it's really in the sewers with Al Gore's inconvenient myths about global warming that'll prove far more inconvenient in years to come when we're paying the bill that real polluters like India and China in the real world aren't willing to sign on to. (And who can blame them since they have a lot more mouths to feed?)

So now Carter decides he's going to play Grampa Jimmy and give us miscreant children, especially the white ones, lessons on how to behave in a more racially mixed world. He's taken the stage on NBC lately to lecture the nation he once led, about our supposed inability to accept the fact that an African American is in charge now. This of course, implies another irritant for us to remember Grampa Jimmy for. Does he think we're that memory-challenged that we don't remember whom so many voted for last year? Barack Obama didn't just garner minority votes; he garnered votes from all races, both genders and swamped the McCain Palin ticket.

When did a rising tide of opposition to a presisdent's proposed piece of very expensive and still confusing legislation morph itself into a racial issue whereas it wasn't before except in the minds of only a relatively small portion of the opposition? It morphed when Carter opened his mouth earlier this week to blame much of the President's political bumps on white racism.

Nice going, Mr. Carter. Even the man you're trying to help, our first African-American President is putting some necessary added space between you two on this. This certainly says a lot more for his character than your judgment.

Where was this ever-so-concerned-hand-wringing-Grampa Jimmy on racial matters when Boston was torn apart by real raw and palpable racial tensions & acts that occured during the first two years of his presidency while was still working in the U.S. District Ct. Clerk's Office in Boston?

'Tis The September Season Of Sorrows: (Or Is Somebody Putting Kool Aid In The Tea Bags?)

I guess some day in the future, and I hope I'm wrong, little girls stop inviting adults to their "tea parties." Right now, it's probably not too far a stretch to suggest that there's something funny in the tea being served up at these Glenn Beck-inspired (or conspired) "tea parties" designed to voice the angst of the "working stiffs" that are tired of the Obama Administration's programs. The term "working stiffs" directly from the movement's national mini-fuhrer, Mark Williams who was interviewed by CNN's Anderson Cooper. In addition to Williams, he was joined by James Carville, who along with Paul Begala, organized Bill Clinton's successful run against Pres. George H.W. Bush back in 1992. In addition to Carville, Williams also joined by David Gergen, who served Presidents Reagan and Clinton.



Go to Google.com and type in "Mark Williams, tea party." You'll not only find Williams' website, but a lot of other sites, or to be more accurate, cites, about his big moment on the boob tube last night. A lot of the cites ran the same story line about Cooper "destroying" Williams.

I'm sure Cooper probably doesn't mind picking up a win, or a save here and there, but Williams loaded his own bases and proceeded to wild pitch all the runners home. If anybody was a boob on the tube last night, it was Williams and ... well, review that video clip again. Then ask yourself, if you think somebody would want to pay him to represent "XYZ Movement," especially after millions had just witnessed James Carville, smack dab in the middle of the screen just grinnin' and laughin' to his heart's content.


Here's my suggestion to Williams:

You forfeited your right to represent any sizeable group of American voters after embarrassing their cause with your own brand of asinine racist attacks on the President, and of course calling the American taxpayers "working stiffs."


'Tis the September season of sorrows, so Mark Williams, take your place in line. My, my, what company you're keeping, Kanye West and Rep. Joe Williams, (R-SC)?

Mercy!

But don't expect it from Carville; he's still probably too busy laughing!