Clicky for full-sized goodness of our latest Demotivational Poster:
UPDATE: Michelle Malkin wants inputs for a new Hillary campaign theme song. Sorry, 4 Borders Bundit is more visual than musical, so read the hilarious suggestions in the comments, too.
Recently, former President Bill Clinton touted his wife as a “world class genius.”
One wonders what a non-world class genius looks like.
Suitably Flip notes that the “world class genius” handed out Iowa caucus postcards with the wrong voting date on it.
And that’s where we come in.
With a tip of the hat to the brilliant American cultural references in the Real Men of Genius commercials, we present our first Hillary Clinton Real Women of Genius ad. Today’s target: whoever made up the Clinton Iowa Caucus Postcards.
Ms Iowa Caucus Postcard Maker
Politics Lite Presents: Real Women of Genius
     (Real Women of Genius)
Today we salute you, Ms Iowa-Caucus-Postcard-Maker
     (Ms Iowa-Caucus-Postcard-Maker)
You spent years in art school, and minored in Political Science and Women’s Studies
     (Gotta stick it to the Man!)
Breaking through the glass ceiling to become Art Director at the local copy shop.
     (Full-color and two-sided!)
When the opportunity came to make up a campaign postcard, you jumped on it like a Code Pink hero on a wounded soldier.
     (Hit F7 for spellcheck and print 10,000 copies!)
Too bad the copy shop still had that January 1987 calendar on the wall.
     (But I like the liberal themes in it!)
So crack open an ice-cold brewski, Gregorian genius. You know the way to conservatives’ hearts—by giving them more Red, White & Blue ammunition.
     (Ms Iowa-Caucus-Postcard-Maker)
You may remember Islamic Rage Boy from this post. The latest crazed-Muslim meme is now back, this time in the studio with Alvin and the Chipmunks. Hat tip: Little Green Footballs.
Captain’s Quarters notes that Gang of Generals plankholder Major General (Retired) John Batiste has backpedaled reviewed his position on the Iraq war.
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The ernest and preternaturally haggard Batiste was once featured on NPR slagging off then-SECDEF Donald Rumsfeld.
The Weekly Standard is again aware of Batiste.
Crooks and Liars notes Batiste speaking in 2006 about moral courage: “I for one will continue to speak out until there is accountability, until the American people establish momentum, and until our Congressional oversight committees kick into action.”
It’s humorous to hear Batiste yelping about anything being “kicked into action.” He might well have kicked his latent courage into action before now, by using his experience and training to sufficiently analyze the political-military situation in Iraq toward the kind of understanding he only now has come to realize.
And about that Congressional Oversight: oversight of what? Oversight of his stock portfolio? oversight of the 2008 presidential elections? oversight of the success of the surge in Baghdad? oversight of his rather pedantic view of events in the War on Terrorism? oversight of whoever the hell was responsible for his career advancement? or oversight for any work for him in a 2008 presidential administration?
What passes for Army generals these days, anyway? We once had Ridgway and Eisenhower, Washington and Grant. Now we have… a Gang of Generals, who ply the Party Line until they retire. Then they slag off their former superiors as idiots and sluts, as if they actually know better, as if they had professional visibility on matters far beyond their vision or what their duties required.
One need only remember this when studying Batiste’s wavering positions… hardly the attitude and motivation the Army would have sought from a lieutenant general. Which may help explain his lack of promotability, on a purely military side.
Batiste is a sideline whiner, a Monday morning quarterback, a beer-drunk chump in a Lazy-Boy recliner, a guy who makes sure he’s got his own before he opens his mouth. That’s another definition of a coward. And the Gang of Generals is populated with nothing else than self-serving cowards.
Or maybe Batiste is just a craven opportunist, willing to change sides, opinions, judgments, and decisions depending on how he sees the weathervane turning. Maybe he’s about whatever keeps the money flowing and the TV appearances coming.
You can view posters of the other GOGs here.
Michelle Malkin is hosting a Democrat poster contest. A must-see, and Terry Barker’s entry is plain creepy. I think the contest winner gets to move to a red state.
EL PASO FBI CORRUPTION CASE UPDATE: Things continue to percolate in the Border media, but little of substance came come to light this past week. Which means that scores of people are running around like chickens unindicted co-conspirators with their heads cut off,
Unnamed co-conspirators are fighting back, according to the El Paso Times. We already know ELP lawyer Martie Jobe is feeling a little defamed this time of month. District Clerk Gilbert Sanchez filed a criminal complaint over the odious implications of Ketner’s Complaint “information,” a document that laid it all out better than a corpse at the mortuary.
What’s a health benefits plan company gotta do these days to keep a contract? Apparently more than scandal-plagued Access HealthSource, which is linked to the ongoing investigation.
Nothing to see here: Thomason Hospital suits want to assure the public that the hospital kids are alright. Thomason is tangentially linked to the FBI ELP corruption case as related to a bond underwriting contract, as well as with recently-disgraced bribe-ista Betti Flores, who was involved in that contract.
No longer available: Not the El Paso Times article on Robert “Bob” Jones family violence allegation, or his services as CEO of NCED, which is linked to the ongoing corruption case. The now-unavailable article states Jones allegedly hit his wife in the chest during an argument. Ah, well, here’s a link to the El Paso Police Department mug shot of Jones.
El Paso lawyer Mary Stillinger’s a sharp egg. She’d like to represent three people implicated (I’m guessing through Ketner’s Complaint “information”: EPISD Trustee Charles Roark; YISD Trustee Milton Duntley; and former COO of NCED (now ReadyOne Industries) Ernie Lopez. But the US Attorney’s Office (at least, those who haven’t been fired by the White House) asked a US District Court to prevent her from doing this due to conflict(s) of interest. Turns out, the Feds goofed. Naturally, it was an underling who gets the blame. Ahh, inept civil servants. Can’t live with ‘em, can’t live with ‘em. I mean, the high-paid managers who fail to train said underlings.
MILITARY MATTERS: Don’t know whether these are true or not, but they sure are funny. 213 things Skippy learned not to do in the Army.
ON THE BORDER: The jail border, that is. The Senate is taking up the case of imprisoned USBP agents Ignacio Ramos and Jose Compean. They’re the ones who shot a Darwin Candidate Mexican drug smuggler in the hiney. They messed up in trying to hide the evidence in a crude, GED-achieving, scared 11B Army infantryman kind of way, but the complaint against them is mitigated by the heinous activity of federal prosecutors, who coddled and variously cajoled, befriended, and sexed said sore-buttocks narco-Mexican trafficker into giving testimony. There’s a reason why talented federal prosecutors leave often and soon enough for private practice.
VAST DEMOCRATIC CONSPIRACY: Have they forgotten elections are coming up? The Dems are shooting too early and while it’s a certainty that election day is on the Blackberry of every Democratic clown and her aide, they all seem too stupid to care, in the manner of tactical geniuses who can’t comprehend strategic second-order effects. This week it’s impeachment chatter. Last week it was hundreds of investigations launched against — exclusively — Republicans. One of the most notorious: revival of the ironically-named Fairness Doctrine, which is fair only to a certain segment of the population who might be called Feinsteinian in their hatred of a radio market that doesn’t parrot their views; and, generally, launching sexist and elitist attacks against their constituents.
The Democrats have been looking for another Watergate since 1972, and a chance to impeach nearly as long as Bill Clinton has been looking for extracurricular booty.
Maybe this is the beginning of that chance. Bon chance, Le Dems!
Ever heard of Islamic Rage Boy? Snapped Shot has the background. He’s a professional protester with a gaping mouth, a scraggly beard and a strong right arm that is constantly raised, with fist clenched. He makes a lot of wire service photos. A lot, though we’re not saying he’s sleeping with any stringers. But we could.
And now he’s been parodied. Instead of 72 virgins waiting for him, he’s now got 72 PSs, including “The Scream” and “LOLcats.” His parents must be so proud. I guess it beats selling stolen cell phones and pumping gas from five-gallon cans to stranded cars out in Angerstan.
The Nose on Your Face gets in on the act.
Are We Lumberjacks goes into creative overdrive, PSing a famous football photo-turned-Internet meme as well as the late-breaking news about the Spice Girls reunion. Link to his RSS feed. You won’t be disappointed.
The Inquirer provides the bottom line: “Big media needs a picture of a stereotyped mad mullah to satisfy the prejudices about Arab unrest.” Read the whole article; it just gets funnier.
My contributions:
Because it’s only a matter of time until Democratic presidential candidates turn up in Iraq to occupy valuable mess hall seats and be photo-opped, 4 Borders Pundit has obtained this series of hand signals that troops will use to avoid them. (Hat tip: Army Field Manual 69-FUBAR)
DEMOCRAT PRESIDENTIAL HOPEFUL DINING HALL HAND SIGNALS
Men, it’s time for chow. But be on the lookout for Democrat presidential candidates.
I see a bogie!
Squad, take cover and stay out of the mess hall!
Follow my lead. We enter quietly through a side door. Lock and load your forks.
Now, does anyone want to dine with Democrats?
Shaddup about it, already. You don’t have to dine with them.
I know they hate you because you are stupid and got stuck in Iraq, but tone down the rhetoric.
Enter the chow hall in groups of two. Look out for Obama bombs and Murtha Salad.
Come on ladies, don’t be shy. Oops, no, Ms Clinton, I didn’t mean to infer that you are a lady!
Everyone’s in the dining facility, Lieutenant! You can come in now.
Spread out and cover the salad bar and Willilam Arkin.
Sarge, I’m too close to Hillary Clinton! Ick!
MOPP 4, Private! Gas mask and protective gear!
Sarge, it’s too much! I’m choking on her estrosterone!
Wave off, wave off! Get out of there!
But, Sarge, you think she might give me a…?
You’re a fool. Check her for cojones first! Remember Bangkok and the DNC Convention?
Ha ha!
Sarge, the Dems are stealing my wallet!
That’s a no-no, men. Fiscal conservatism is the way to go.
Sarge, Hillary bit my arm! I think she stole my wallet!
Shake it off. However, “fisting” is not addressed in the UCMJ. Lock and load wrists!
Move back and forth until you get your wallet back!
Use just a finger on Obama and Kerry. They’re no Hillary.
Success! Mission accomplished. Kerry had it.
Yeah, mission accomplished. But we still didn’t get to eat.
Withdraw to the Burger King trailer! MOVE OUT!
