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9.29.15

I had all kinds of deep, groundbreaking material about Free Speech and Rule of Law and . . . all that stuff, but I decided to grant you a reprieve. I won't bore you with my lame attempts at finding patterns in the sands of the Universe.

Enjoy some 'toons . . .

You laugh to keep from crying. Honestly. Have you ever seen anyone—on a playground or in a boardroom or anywhere—more thoroughly punked than Putin is doing to that pathetic pipsqueak Obama (and his pathetic girlfriend Kerry)?

I'm sorry, I thought I could do this, but I can't keep myself from boring you with my observations (he says to his imaginary reader). I'm the scorpion biting the frog.

Referring to the interview where Hillary backhanded Obama saying "We need a leader who cares about us . . ."

A mother is a precious thing. The feelings surrounding the relationship with a mom are a well that centuries of poetry, prose, and fiction will never begin to deplete.

That's why what Hillary is doing is so heinous. It's the Rape Hoax/Boy that Cried Wolf deal all wrapped up in the Masqerade/Counterfeit/Hijacking Deal. In that speech she invoked her mom . . . again. (What's the punctuation for "Uuuugggghhh!"?). I'm surprised I found the clip, it but it was so long ago, but it's like an Abbott and Costello routine—you can find various versions of it from a lot of different performances.

Your mom, especially your dear departed mom, is a sacred thing. That's why Hillary continually goes back to that trough. It's the unblockable curse. "Really? You're going to mock my grief about my mom?"

Yes, I am.

I certainly am, because if you cared about your mom you wouldn't use her as a tool in your transparent ploy to grab power.

Here's a free tip, Hillary: It takes a very good actor to fake crying and make it convincing. You are not a very good actor.

Before you call me heartless listen to the clip. Don't read the transcript; listen to it. If you don't puke I will refund your full Leany on Life subscription price.

I think the most solid observation that I have coined personally is that people in the world are getting killed at about the right rate—it's just usually the wrong people.

When a punk walks into a convenience store with a gun, someone should die. And it's not the guy behind the counter trying to make ends meet.

Look, as long as there are bad guys on the planet, people are going to die. That's a fact. So, acknowledging that fact I say that the good guys need to make sure that it's not them.

Take the Michael Brown/Ferguson case. Nobody had to die in that encounter. Everybody involved in that should be alive today. The trouble is, Michael Brown decided someone was going to die. In that case, the cop made the decision that it wasn't going to be him, and in that case it turned out right.

Seriously.

The way people act you'd think that they would rather have the bad guy kill the good guy, then you have a trial and bring the bad guy to justice. Really, it seems like that. Look, the bad guy decided that someone is going to die. Someone is going to die. Call me crazy, but I honestly think it should be the bad guy.

That very thing happened up in Heber City when a lady killed her boyfriend to save her life and some people figured the system was broken because he didn't kill her then go to jail. (Here's another version of the same thing that I guess I just tightened up the writing on a little. Dunno.)

As you diagram this out you may object that there's a way to have no one die. "It's a false dilemma; there's a way between the horns of the dilemma."

There is not. You can hate that fact but you can't change it. As long as there are bad people, people are going to die. I'd rather it be the bad people.

Your claim to love flowers has no credibility if you don't hate weeds.

Remember when I told you about "Debbie," who claimed her father died to justify my paying for her utilities? When somebody tells you something like that you give them a lot of latitude.

I'm not sure if I made my point very well when I posted that (What?! A Leany on Life first!!). It was the same trick Hillary tried to pull, very clumsily, when she deleted all the e-mails from the server she used as Secretary of State. You remember that news conference. If you're like me you detached a retinal rolling your eyes when she said "Well, I didn't think e-mails about my mother's funeral were anything people needed to see!"

She couldn't believe that after invoking that people still had questions! She figured everybody would be all "Omigosh! I forgot, your mom died. Hey, forget about it, our bad. We excuse you for whatever you want to do now."

Oh, hey, we trust your judgment. If you say those 30,000 e-mails were personal, we're cool with you making that determination.

I wonder if BeatTheDeadHorse.com is taken. That should be the name of this blog. I keep coming back to a few themes. Like . . the stupid vs. evil deal.

You'll be pleased to know I've come up with another alternate name for that this week. It's the Incompetence Plea. 'Cause that's what you're doing. You're copping to incompetence; you're copping to a lesser charge . . . like a plea bargain see?

Did you just see me wave my hand like "forget it?" Like Leno does after he re-states the punchline of a joke

You see it all the time. Like in Supernatural when the human hunters captured Sam. Then the deputy let Sam and Dean go. "You'd better get out of here before the FBI and State Police show up." To cover that she intentionally let them go she must admit she wasn't up to the job she was supposed to do.

I just waved my hand again. Go on . . .

So here's another dead horse, but it ties into the stinking rotting carcass that I'm beating on above.

I wonder if you—"you" being the imaginary reader of this blog—picked up on the undertones of what I was saying about Obama bashing Romney for not creating companies for the express purpose of giving people jobs.

Liberals don't care about results. Intentions are everything. It's like when your kid says "Dad! I didn't mean to!" Oh, so it's totally okay, then. The oak dinette set is trashed but it's totally cool 'cause you didn't set out to carve it up with the X-acto knife.

Here are some examples of what I'm talking about:

Obamacare. The great great granddaddy of them all. It's OK that everybody's health care is worse and costs more, because the name of it is the "affordable care act." Don't you see? He really really REALLY wanted to help people The fact that it hurts people doesn't matter one bit.

And, a little bit like that, is the fact that he admitted that increasing the capital gains tax would decrease revenues, but did it anyway. Results don't matter to a liberal. Intent is everything. That's how the Cop to Incompetence comes in. I told you I could pull it off.

Back during the three minutes Rachel Dolezal was a thing, someone commented that she's helped the black community, so what's the problem?

I agree you don't have to be black to help the black community. For example, Mitt Romney is as white as they come, but his creation of jobs and a vibrant economy would have benefitted the black community.

The problem there was she lied on a resume.

Liberals who freak out about Scott Walker not having a degree, which he did not lie about, might want to think about that.

(Picture Jay Leno here "See, 'cuz remember when they were all indignant that he hadn't finished . . . " Dismissive hand wave.)

So Obama's back on his ridiculous green jobs BS. He's running around making good on his promise to bankrupt the coal industry.

But think about this. Before you can introduce your stupid replacements for coal power, you have to eliminate the good option.

Nuclear.

Before you can vilify coal you have to get rid of nuclear. That happened back in the 70s. Jane Fonda and her ilk freaked everybody out about nuclear power and we've built I think one nuclear power plant since then. Otherwise Obama would say "This darn coal is just too dirty!" and everybody would say "No problem, let's just go with nuclear."

This is the same thing that happened with his little socialized medicine program. First they had to mess up health insurance industry with regulations and all their bullcrap. It's the Hegelian dialectic. Before you can dash in and be the hero with a fix, you've got to break it.

Years ago there was an ad by Dupont that said "Teflon(R). The R is silent, but very important." They were upset that everyone was calling all PTFE "Teflon" even if they hadn't made it.

What's the problem? You'd think that once you got to that level of name recognition, you've arrived. Once your product is the flagship of the industry, that's a good thing. Kleenex, Teflon, Ajax . . . I heard someone call my camera a Kodak once.

That's not the case. When your name becomes generic for the product you lose your trademark. You can't trademark "Car." You can trademark Ferrari, or Berretta (a judge once dismissed a lawsuit on that name saying that he figured the public could tell the difference between a handgun and a car), or Mustang, or Camaro . . . but once your name becomes synonymous with the product, you lose your trademark.

Back to ancient history.

So the gays got their marriage. But it was funny to watch, they weren't all that happy about it. For years they were used to fighting and being different and special . . . then, okay, sure, Get married like everybody else.

Great! Wait . . . what? Well, sure, we said we wanted to be like everybody else, but . . .

No worries. You'll notice that our dear friends in the gay community never seem to have any trouble finding something to bitch about.