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Thanks William. Just a quick question...How many of you veterans and active duty folks are ashamed that this POS is the Commander - In- Chief?
Billy that was brilliant!
What a fantastic job. I'm going to buy a print for my Mother. She's been leaning towards the " kard edis".
Nice William. Don't forget the white house is his backyard quote.
On a different note opportunity knocks - how about something creative regarding...
Communications Professor Melissa Click, Janna Basler, the director of Greek life and leadership on campus, and Clare (stfu men) McCaskill. D-MOhttp://www.historycentral.com/CivilWar/Missouri.html
Left out the "Chem-trails" and periodic symbols with HAARP arrays.
SUNE down 35 percent in two days...Fuck you First Wind....
NOICE!!! I chuckled at the "entitlement" in place of Titleist. Many thanks.
Its even better, you missed Bill's portmanteuu word. He put Entitleist not entitlement.
What a huge carbon footprint by one person.
CLASSIC Banzai!...
1oz Silver American Eagles €12 @ EurGold
https://www.eurgold.eu/silver/silver-coins/american-eagle-1oz-silver-coi...
"Entitlest" = very nice touch.
Barry has eating grin of shit, always.
Like dog who finds manure pile on farm, he is always in the shit.
Even Lenin didn't run with the Bolshevik pack of hounds, though.
Happy Veterans Day to you, William Banzai, and Boris Alotovcrap.
I lift cup of vodka in your name, drink all, go fuck the shit out of my wife, and smoke some bad cigarettes before going to range to practice 400 yard targets.
Hoping you have a good Slavic day of recreation as well.
Happy Day of Veteran Veneration to you too!
(*Even if Boris is not serve in same army, is undying respect for soldier who is do the bleeding, who is pay the life.)
Thank you for your service Boris. Both here and elsewhere. You made a comment once that is so true and unforgettable that I will repost it here once again.
In cave in rural France is painting circa 5000 BC, and is tell story. One day is rain much and lightening is loud and scary. Leader of cave community is explain danger of lightening and is predict end of world if citizenry is not work hard for stopping of lightening. Every citizenry of community must bring it portion of berries and meat for sacrificial god and make incantation. Leader of cave community is so very smart, is not help hunt and gather, but is must make strategy and "guide" community for self-preservation technique. One day, citizen is look up and see is still lightening, but is look around and is still alive. Other is still alive. Lightening is come and go, and community is survive. Citizen is make comment at cave meeting and next day is fall in tar pit.
Leader of cave community is explain danger of tar pit and is predict end of world if citizenry is not work hard for prevention of tar pit...
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That was worthy of a medal of honor and a nobel prize.
Aw man this one gets me hard.
Put it on a tshirt, Id pay fitty bux for it. Good stuff.
'Hypocrisy gets a mulligan' is also a delicious phrase. I will be stealing it.
While I was piddling in the yard a few days ago I realized something. I think it's helpful sometimes, when you've had a 'time warp' moment, to replay the event in your mind as if you were in the Q continuum [the physical world symbolizing the ultimate reality of your situation in a way your brain can grasp it.] So think about the day you talked to me...I think our nemesis situation was foreshadowed by the way we went our separate ways [you walked to your truck at the cemetery and I dumped dead stems behind my peonies] and we had a communication breakdown due to: the distance between us, the fact that the yard was so weedy it was hard to cross, the road noise, my nervousness at the possibility of having a stranger at my house or that this guy is flirting with me and his woman could show up at any moment [awkward], and the seeming futility of re-engaging in conversation since what I was trying to yell to you was that the tractor pull was rained out. It had been so easy to chat with you a minute earlier, but then the distance between us grew and it was like a big distortion field sprang up and we couldn't communicate through it.
I refused to walk over to you because a lady with bare legs doesn't want to get chiggers [parasites] walking through high grass. (I wanted you to be more of a gentleman about it than that.)
cancelled tractor pull = cancelled tractor beam? rained out = unfavorable conditions?
was I overly nervous because my intuition was already getting screwy over having been secretly followed, or was that just the normal attraction/repulsion phenom described by others when they meet their twin? I thought you were very good looking but your laserlike focus on me was unnerving. Plus I knew I had unnerved you a little at the roadside, most people don't notice when I 'ping' them mentally but you did.
I was standing on my property that I just bought [home-free] and you were standing in the cemetery, and neither of us crossed the distance between us.
It would be nice to not be alone in brainstorming this nemesis situation; I didn't create it alone. Refusing to email me is counterproductive, and shows you're not truly willing to share the burden of resolving all this.
Btw don't gamble with your health or wealth now, you're finishing up a horrible transit this month [exerpt]:
Shedding your skin ***
Valid during many months: This can be a difficult time in your life. Because of circumstances and other people, you find it very difficult to make the changes you would like to make in the world around you. For example, your ambitions for your work may be frustrated. Bosses or coworkers may try to prevent you from accomplishing what you want. Financially, you will probably have to curb expenses because you simply do not have the resources. Sometimes the experience of this transit is much like struggling against chains that hold you down. The temptation is to resist and struggle with all your might.
However, resisting is not the best way to handle this energy, because that would set in motion destructive powers beyond your control. This influence is sometimes associated with violent incidents, so take care. The best way to handle it is with some degree of detachment. Understandably you will be quite upset with some of the obstacles that crop up now, but regard them as a way of finding out which areas of your life are working and which are not. This influence usually represents a call to eliminate the unnecessary and superfluous elements in your life. It requires that you get rid of the dead and useless structures. If you do it voluntarily, it will be easier.
When this period is over, you will emerge from the crisis considerably tougher than you were. Conserve your resources, and if you are in financial difficulty, reorganize your life so that you can get along with less.
Transit selected for today (by user):
Saturn square Pluto, ,
activity period beginning of March 2015 until end of November 2015
LOL! - that reminds me of the great limo crisis at Copenhagen COP15
Copenhagen climate summit: 1,200 limos, 140 private planes and caviar wedges:
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/earth/copenhagen-climate-change-confe/67...
December 7th, 2009…a day that will live in hypocrisy, It will be remembered as the day the greens bombed Copenhagen with limousines.:
http://wattsupwiththat.com/2009/12/07/december-7th-2009-a-day-that-will-...
In 2000, Al Gore and John Edwards ran for the POTUS/VP. Al Gore owned the largest Mansion east of the Missisippi river. Later John Edwards denied a love child with an attached reporter and built a house bigger than Al Gore's. Al Gore used a private jet, not to get $500 haircut on the tarmac, but travel to his favorite massuse.
But in all fairness, after 2000 Bush and Cheney were toruturing some folks on the other side of the world. The 3rd person inline to presidency (Dennis Hastert) was paying bribe munny to a few people for youthful "indiscretions."
'Murica! Please pay your taxes!
In the rumored words, of the rumored manbearpig(IRS/carbon exchanges:)
"Pay me bitches, don't ask why. You would not understand anyway."
{the following was posted on WB's thread from yesterday and is being transferred to today's at the advice of a friend. also, WB7, today marking a milestone of sorts for janus (the 4th anniversary of my boston adventure), i want to extend a special thank you and acknowledgement to our friend, Bill Banzai. thank you for your work, creativity, wit and friendship. btw, WB, i still have my 'hanging liberty' coffee mug...the one purchased in 2011...the one which accompanied me to those expulsion hearings back at that 'univeristy' in alabama...the hearings at which i was arrested for daring to tell a dopleganger of professor click that she was a terrible professor...the event that precipitated this whole crazy adventure. yes, The Hedge and WB7 have been elemental to all that i've done.}
good morning, ZHealots.
this, the 11th day of the 11th month, is not an inauspicious day; which necessarily makes it auspicious. and it is especially auspicious not only because we honor those brave boys felled in foreign fields of battle fighting rich men's wars for causes so contaminated with greed and mendacity it triggers the gag reflex in any with the tiniest mite of scruples, it is similarly the day janus selected to initiate the first phase of his vision-quest some four years ago...today. today is also the day janus made his way to fort jackson, south carolina, where he was physically screened for entry into the united states air force and then put on a plane to san antonio, texas for basic training some seventeen years ago...today.
yes, the 11th day of november has been one of significance and change in my life...as i was saying, auspiciousness par excellance. regrettably, i haven't anything planned in remembrance of it. instead, i was hoping Fortuna would come through with a propitious turn of her wheel. of late i've been giving the matter of Fate quite a bit of consideration. to my way of thinking, janus has done his part -- stuck his neck out, stepped out into the inky void, stared deeply into the abyss and even shouted some obscenities therein -- but the arc of events and my own trajectory have yet to mate in time & space.
that is not to say i haven't met with some success. from the beginning it has been my stated purpose to influence the influencers; and in that respect i do know that my efforts here have attracted the attention of many influential personages. inasmuch as there aren't any metrics by which one can assess the measure of my success, lacking as i do in book sales, public recognition or what-have-you and conversely abundant in anonymity, poverty and ignominy, it would be easy for many (including myself) to dismiss all my labors as meaningless ephemera -- just fodder to fuel vanity's bonfire. and while it is true that janus cannot point to any particulars, i will relate a strange encounter from this just past summer.
looking back, i suppose i would've thrown in the towel long ago if it weren't for strange encounters like the one that follows. my experience in boston has been peppered with them, and they seem to come just when my spirit is flagging and thoughts of responsibility viz. my family start to ballast the hopes & enthusiasm that keep my dreams afloat. crazy as this all may seem to many, i do carefully evaluate the merits of my odd enterprise; and though i could've provided my family with greater material comforts in this span of years, they continue to believe in me; and as i contemplate the shame i'll feel in a month & 1/2 when our humble xmas tree broods over a bleak array of cheap trinkets instead of presents, i start feeling a bit blue. nevertheless, and taking a broad view of things, we still have food, shelter & clothing...i'm still holding it all together, if but barely...and crazy as i keep telling myself this shit is, Destiny seems closer than ever.
strange encounter: while ubering along the cape's bicep janus picked up a fare from hyannis to orleans. the trip spans about 20 miles in just over 30 minutes, and during the bulk of it this gentlemen and i discussed topics of every variety. but it wasn't until we were near his beach house that janus made a discovery. as we approached his summer residence this guy casually noted that timmy guitner's place was not far from where we were. now, i have a certain knack for discerning the occupation of strangers after a very short spell of conversation, and because i sensed that my passenger was part of the finance world it seemed best to avoid the subject (i tend to get bogged down in the minutiae of money once it's broached) but the invocation of that name (timmy g) forced the topic to the fore. after discovering that this guy was working at the highest level of one of the world's largest hedge funds (a fund whose name is known to 90% of we Hedgers...easily 90%), i couldn't help but ask if he were familiar with Zero Hedge. look, i know just as well as any the first rule of Fight Club; but, just because we can't 'talk' about Fight Club doesn't mean we can't 'ask' about Fight Club. sure, sneaky bit of semantics; i know. still, i like to occasionally check and gauge the depth to which we've penetrated. he responded by affirming that 'everyone' reads Zero Hedge. and then, well, vanity took over...janus couldn't help but ask if he'd heard of 'janus'. "yes" was his answer followed by a question of his own, "are you janus?". my answer, "yes". vanity again prodded shamefully for some praise and forced me to ask if he liked what i wrote. his answer: "you don't understand how widely you're read...no joke, my top clients all talk about you and a few other posters. seriously, one of my biggest clients collects your stuff. please, keep doing what you're doing."
ZHealots, that's the truth and it's high praise. i promised not to mention that guy's name nor his specific fund...but i did say there was a chance i would someday write about our strange encounter. and so i have.
anyway, today's piece is not for the prurient purpose of patting myself on the back, it is rather due to the fact that Destiny has finally laid before me a clear path to glory, fame, fortune and whatnot.
in the world of Destiny "coincidence" is not found among the inhabitant's lexicon, it is a place altogether lacking in such a silly phenomena...'everything' portends 'something'. as such, i knew there was something significant to my Mississippi State Bulldogs traveling all the way to columbia, missouri for-to thoroughly thrash their pathetic tigers...right in their own back yard. and thrash them we did.
as through a glass darkly, janus started to see the purpose of events with greater clarity as this latest race-based fracas fulminated throughout the amorican psyche. it seems clear to me that every member of any university's administration must go personally scrub anything incendiary written in feces; they must also submit to mobs of agitated do-gooders when they aggressively surround their vehicle with race-based menace; they should also avoid being white & male at all costs. let me be be as clear as possible: onward, social crusaders. burn it all to the fucking ground. get out there and protest; demand redress; shout, stomp and sit-in. hey-hey/ho-ho 2/3rds of academia has got to go! i want to see every superfluous institution of higher learning ablaze in acrimony. bring the gears of this nonsense to a grinding halt. since we've come to a point where the types who've successfully petitioned for the removal of a university president should never be at a university to begin with, it's high-time we let the snake consume itself. let us all stand back and watch entropy do its thing. it will be beautiful.
but cheered as i was at seeing these feckless acamadicians reap what they've sown, i still couldn't see how janus fit into all of it. that is until today.
for those who lack the capacity to pick out patterns, there is an ever-so subtle motif threaded throughout WB's art today. it didn't come readily to me, either; but after the forth or fifth pic, i finally got it: banksters' pinheads superimposed on roided-out meat-heads posing in neon banana-hammocks. as to the relevance of this motif, i'll get to it in just a minute -- in that it serves as the missing link betwixt janus and Destiny.
for now i'll introduce the other element to be mixed within the alchemy of my destiny: wellesley college. not long ago i had another uber fare, but instead of hedge-fund honchos my prius was packed with wellesly gals...all of them eager hillary acolytes...each of them percolating with the kind of piety and sanctimony that you'll find at any planned parenthood clinic (i mean, really, amorica...have we come to a point where the sale of intact aborted babies is a trivial afterthought and a national campaign is provoked against a fast-food chain if its ceo sheepishly confesses his preference for a traditional definition of marriage? wtf?). as they were departing my prius to enter an ostentatious mansion, i asked after wellesley's mascot. they said they hadn't one.
tragic, thought janus.
i mean to say, what do these girls rally about when their team is facing defeat? what do they paste on banners for the cheerleaders to parade? sure, wellesley doesn't have a football, basketball nor baseball team; but that doesn't mean they don't compete. how sad that they can't chant the name of some mascot at the national knit-offs. there is no avatar at the annual nag-a-thons. why, they took top prize at this year's menstruation and hysterics olympics...but it's as nothing without a mascot. and so janus has assumed the duty of assigning the wellesley gals with a mascot. just as with the construction and founding of that university, it must be left to a man to do the meaningful work.
my first instinct was to submit for consideration "the battle ax". this grim bitch would be dressed in the garb of some turn of the century hag, straight from the marches of this country's first social crusade -- prohibition. yes, these cunts have been trying to make our lives miserable from the get-go. for you see, the term battle-ax comes from the prohibition era, insofar as prohibition was the first feminist cause. they were called battle-axes because these gals would, shortly after downing a fifth of laudnum (popular opiate of the day) grip their hatchets and storm into the speak-easys to hack the barrels of hooch to bits. and prohibition being the unqualified success that it was, i thought it meet to honor those brave lasses with a mascot at wellesley.
thinking this mascot a tad obscure and arcane, i next reckoned that wellesley should have an emblem immediately recognizable to all. and what icon is more emblematic of the wellesley gal than the standard witch. here's the thing, feminism was not established to advance the cause of women, per se; only that of ugly bitches and vexing witches. if you think feminists hate men, it is nothing compared to their contempt for attractive women...O-M-G, do they hate the fair and truly feminine! in point of fact, feminism is the mode by which witches intend to secure vengeance against the pretty ones. fair warning, beautiful ladies -- the hillarys of the world positively detest you, trust them at your own peril.
but i abandon the witch mascot because it wasn't fair to the hot chics at wellesley; and though there are only 3 at that university, they mean the world to me. there were a few other candidates entertained, but none of them really stuck; and my thinking on the matter has since been stunted. until, that is, until today.
and now for intermission and a cig. here's a lil dedication to wellesley. wellesley gals, this is what the women who make this world go round look like. janus' father once dated a miss america runner-up in starkville, ms -- he had to dump her for coming in second place (poor thing). back in the sixties, i think there were like six miss americas from mississippi...the state is just choc-a-bloc full of hot honies, which explains their underrepresentation at wellesley. and so, fugly wellesley bitches, here's a sample of grade-a magnolia magnificence. (full disclosure: janus was a 'house-boy' at this particular sorority back in the day. it was a cool job. as the saying goes, 'nothing quite as fi-fi-fine as a phi-phi-mu')
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4K7T_-_qikc
hate on, wellesley.
my tender heart has been bleeding profusely since first espying the mug of that ghastly professor click. she's sorta stuck in no-man's-land (pun intended)...too cute for wellesley/too ugly for any place else. after watching her shrill demands that a student be assaulted, something inside me 'clicked' (again, pun intended). almost as if it all came together for me. at long last, janus has his cause.
okay, before i lay this out, i want you all to put down the coffee, take a deep breath and brace yourselves for the shock of a lifetime. you're all about to be offended in ways you cannot possibly anticipate.
did you bitchez know that there is an elite university here in massachusetts that discriminates exclusively on the basis of gender? did you furthermore know that one of the leading candidates for president is an alum of the university in question? can you believe that this candidate has yet to distance itself from this unacceptably antiquated form of horrible bigotry?
believe it or not, wellesley college is an all girls school! and to think, in this enlightened age, and at an institution so important, they still cling to this shameful policy. just think of all the 'underserved' males that could be elevated in life through the wellesley experience. seriously, this social crusading has to cut both ways -- how can it be taken seriously otherwise? no SJW of integrity can sit there and say to me that the citadel should accept women and wellesley shouldn't take its share of men...particularly those from 'underserved' communities. the south-side of chicago, watts, the mississippi delta, harlem...all of them communities bristling with future wellesley alum. and so, mrs. clinton, janus calls on you to lead the charge. it's time to bring wellesley into the 21st century!
but i doubt hillary will do anything...she's always looked to men to provide leadership and initiative. lacking in courage, fortitude and conviction she rides on men's coattails. whether it be bill, saul alinsky, webb hubble, larry nichols, don tyson, vince foster...hillary has always waited for a man to show her the way. and so, madame secretary, allow janus to light your path.
in the coming weeks i will be assembling a list of wellesley's administration for resignation. beyond the prima facia case of gender bias, there was a recent episode at wellesley upon which i can predicate these demands, to wit: there was a 'man'-nequin placed in wellesley's quad wearing only a pair of tighty-whities. this symbol of masculinity was first defaced with unseemly vandalism and then stolen -- a clear demonstration of the hate that pervades every corner of that place. where is was the uproar? where were the crusaders? a symbol of our much-maligned gender was defaced and abused at wellseley, and now is the time to respond!
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2552402/All-female-Wellesley-Col...
finally, in order that we may ensure an environment of equality and inclusion at wellesley, i've decided on wellesley's future mascot. i must say, there have been some jim-dandy bits of genius to come my way, but this one takes the cake...girls, janus is happy to announce that your long search for a mascot is at an end. get ready to start shaking your pom-poms, fire-up those bumper-sticker printers and prepare to squeal with delight. your mascot and avatar-as-ambassador is: The Man. brilliant in its simplicity and a prescient promise for the future composition of wellesley's student body.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eiUEmYbCVak
God bless mother nature/
she's a single woman, too/
she took on heaven/
and she did what she had to do/
hallelujah, it's raining men,
janus
Bad facts to start (hard to take the rest seriously) -
MEMORIAL DAY is when we honor those military men and women who have passed on.
VETERANS' DAY is when we honor those military men and women who are still living.
janus (two facing god) you are OK, but you talk too much.
But WB is (again) hot today.
Thanks WB.
And it is Veterans Day, and I'm about to go out and keep a promise I've kept every year for 51 years, and have a beer with a dear buddy and little brother, Panel 01E, Line 79.
That SOB would be a retired lawyer and 72, but now, he will always be 21.
Tyler should make you a contributor.
Absolutely.
Good luck with that Janus! ;-)
With no rudder or stab, can we get that son of a bitch into orbit?
And keep it there?
Like forever?
Those can't be carbon golf clubs, can they?
His tail wing is missing just like the Russian jet liner, does that mean Obama's ride is going to crash in the Sinai?
WB7: No rainbow exhaust?
the various irons and drivers form a complex vortex directive suite of control surfaces. This configuration is inherently unstable and requires continuous solutions of 14 dimensional CFD equations in real-time. This is the reason for the F-35 overruns--the non-standard golf clubs used by our Golfer-in-Chief each must be individually calibrated and then calibrated in pairs and groups. This is an O(n2) set of calculations that must be performed after not more than 24 flight hours.
Rainbow exhaust would plate the control surfaces and destroy the stability offered in this solution.
More golf for the king!
Watch out for your Christmas dungeness crab; this use to be just a summer event but has lenghtened it's time period.
http://odanews.wpengine.com/news-release-crab-advisory-issued-for-domoic...
No treats for us minions!
Climate is manipulated by Govt. spray program of Solar Radiation Mgmt. bet they'll give Obozzo plenty of sunshine for playing on the links.
www.geoengineeringwatch.org
Oshithead rides again.
Funny how his jet does not produce "contrails" that turn off and on at intervals.
Must not be room on board for the tanks and spray jet nozzles.
I thought that was what all those cross hatched lines in the sky were supposed to be.
Then I read that modern jet engines don't actually produce lingering contrails any more.
They are physically incapable of it.
Imagine that.
forget the JP5 on Jets it's the CO2 comming out of there lying mouths....
"Sweet Caroline" "Sweet Caroline" "Sweet Caroline"
It has to tear Barry up inside of the massive carbon print he leaves to enlighten the regular folks about climate change. I'm talking to the point of affecting his golf scores, so it's serious.
Naaaa, he just buys "carbon offsets" from Al Gore with his American taxpayer credit card...he never leaves home without it......
Mate please do a deal with Zero Hedge to sell T Shirts
Tyler: if you don't, I will. I just got laid off in the Iraq oil patch and need a job!
The merchandising potential seems high. t-shirts, postcards, posters. I'd buy placemats if they were sold.
I want to put a ZH sticker at every off ramp and toll booth I come across.
LOL! Him and and his entourage off to Hawaii at the drop of a hat as he lectures us about "climate change". Whatever!
Obama flies his barber in from Chicago every 10 – 14 days:
http://notrickszone.com/2012/05/30/the-usas-imelda-marcos-president/
Obama is clearly a queer
Black clubs matter!
in the war of government versus the people Obama is Tokyo Rose
You are accuse Barry of traitor!?
You are accuse Barry of traitor!?
facts are not accusattory....
they represent the TRUTH
Kind greetings in other post here for you, Boris.
Barry is not accuse of traitor, Barry is accuse of having traitor up his ass, using Barry like finger puppet to do bad things.
Barry is good slave - he does what he is told to do, willingly, with smile, and lube job.
Use organic Saudi oil for lube?