Whi’sss’tle While You Work…

To make America anything but ex’ccc’eptional and the ‘shining ‘ccc’ity on the hill’.

Some blush; Pinocchio had that nose growing issue; but when Chairman Obama really starts dishing the whoppers (lies…not the burger of the same name that Me!chelle does not approve of) the ‘sss’ hiss grows…the bigger the lie…the longer the hiss.

Recent hi’sss’tory will bare this out.

Coalition effort’sss’…to e’sss’tablish a no fly zone…we ‘ssss’tand with the rebel’sss’ …looking for democra’ccc’y…and of course, ye’sss’ I know my Barracket’sss’ ‘sss’uck.

It called sibilants…the whistling sound Dear Leader makes. Con’sss’tantly.

Wikipedia describes it thusly:

A sibilant is a type of fricative or affricate consonant, made by directing a jet of air through a narrow channel in the vocal tract towards the sharp edge of the teeth. Strident refers to the perceptual intensity of the sound of a sibilant consonant. A strident sound could be described as harsh, insistent, and discordant. In phonetics and acoustics the term sibilant is also used to describe the articulatory or aerodynamic mechanisms that produce strident noise. By analogy, the terms shibilant and thibilant are used to refer to specifically postalveolar sibilants and non-strident analogues, respectively.

PERCEPTUAL INTENSITY? Describes, to me, more than just his annoying speechifying patterns. More like the lack of intensity, believe or fundamental belief, the whistles are just ‘phoned in’ around golf, vacays, date nights, more golf, White House parties, and basketball. Its all optic’sss’…read off of teleprompter’sss’ its STRIDENT NOISE designed to lull the great unwashed ma’sss’e'sss to think Duh Won is doing anything of note about anything.

I wonder if Mr. Obama ever had any sort of speech therapy to try and correct this? Maybe it is in his academic tran’sss’cript’sss’?

Oh maybe that’sss’ why they have been kept hidden.

Oooop’sss.’

Buh-Rocketology…

So…Moammar…you think you are having a bad stretch of luck with those ‘rebels’ from Benghazi (is there a BenGay factory there?) and the bros in the Muslim Brotherhood wanting you ‘out’ and all…but…its not like your Barrackets suck.

Hello…falling faster than Duh Won’s approval ratings are his Barracketology standings. Last weekend, he was in the top 3 percent of all Barracketologists…this weekend…’W. T. F?…You want audited?’

How embarrassing when the Hoopstar in Chief EPIC FAILS in the ONLY thing he seems interested in…college basketball. Imagine…having a waaay cool white (is that RAAACIST?) board complete with the Presidential Seal (the official White House won…not the HopeyChangey won) and all of your Barrackets are there for the entire world (even Pravda…but they are taking “liberties” with the all knowing Al Jazeera feed) to see. And YOUR Final Four unravels…like a cut down net on March 31st.

They were ALL number one (err, won) seeds.

First Pitt fell to upstart Butler (the Sarah Palin of college hoops). Pitt, a Pennsylvania state school, in the liberal northeast. The Buckle, if you will, of the Rustbelt. Okay…if a numero uno pick has to fail for Dear Leader…let it be Pitt.

But wait…Duke…Duke…of the conservative state of North Carolina; kinda, sorta Catholic; a private school that charges about a gazillion dollars a year tuition…dropped like a Tomahawk over Tripoli to Arizona. Hmmm…Coach K…went to West Point…and Arizona…McCain donorships anyone??? A Vast Right Wing (Guard) Conspiracy???

Then…the unthinkable.

Barky lost Ohio. Or actually OSU lost to Kentucky. Now Ohio is a state university…but…its Ohio. A swing state…a state EVERY winning President carries. Until…the Curse of Buh-Rock.

Rut roh…

If I lived in Kansas…I would head towards Canada. You should be safe…I don’t think you know who ‘does’ hockey.

UPDATE, UPDATE, UPDATE!!! The LAST pick, Kansas…the chosen one of the CHOSEN WON went down. To Virginia Commonwealth. Even when it doesn’t matter…EPIC. FAIL.

And…my advice about heading towards Canada…I dunno know about that anymore. Barry might be so depressed that he forgets Libya, Syria and the rest of the Middle East…and just say ‘screw it’ today we take the North Country.

Butler…you read it here first. The Sarah Palin of the NCAA.

FLEEdership…

When the going gets tough…the tough get planes in the air and bomb the tanks of ruthless dictators…

http://hosted.ap.org/dynamic/stories/L/LIBYA_DIPLOMACY?SITE=AP&SECTION=HOME&TEMPLATE=DEFAULT&CTIME=2011-03-19-13-23-13

Ooops, THAT is Nicholas Sarkozi. Or they can call a ‘sit down’ with a US journalist and proclaim, multiple times ‘that they are done.’ Oh wait, THAT is Hillary Clinton.

The ‘Leader’ (taking a que from those whacky fellow Democrats in Wisconsin) that choses to ‘cut, run and Blame it on Rio’ is that maven of Barracketology (and apparently not much else), Barry O’Bama (hey…he still wants to go to Ireland).

After promising to lower the seas (Japan anyone?), calm the planet (lets see New Zealand, China, again…Japan), and go 32 and 0 in March Madness (two words Barky, Virginia Commonwealth!) Duh Won is having some ‘troubles.’ So what else to but flee to Rio…where he says he is ‘looking’ for jobs. In every beach cabana and state dinner between there and Monday.

Not to worry though…they have cable (ESPN) down there…and the natives have welcomed our Dear Leader Warmly…

Those gals are happy to have the US _resident(?) in Brazil…they had VCU over G-Town.

Does the Mothership Have Four Wheel Drive?

Or at least all-season radials on the landing gear?

Because the ‘Rev-rhund’ Louis Farrakhan is coming to Pittsburgh’s August Wilson Community Center tomorrow evening (Friday, March 11):

http://www.pittsburghlive.com/x/pittsburghtrib/news/pittsburgh/s_725926.html

In addition to two solid days of heavy, flood producing rains (hey Louie’s friend Jeremiah Wright’s parishner only referenced ‘stopping the rising oceans’ and NEVER mentioned anything about lowering Three Rivers) the percipitation is set to turn to at least a half a foot of heavy snow (white stuff!?! RAAACIST!!!) accumulation.

Ought oh…that could cause travel problems even if flying non galactic business class commercial. Like an AlGore GloBull Worming blizzard postponed testimonial to Congress, its easy to see that the heavens are not amused.

Who knew ‘the joos’ control the weather?

The Nation of Islam leader (and snappy dresser) is set to be the keynote speaker at an Urban Radio simulcast of the Bev Smith Show on the topic “The Disappearing Black Community and How Can We Get It Back?”

Ms. Smith invited Farrakhan, along number three ranked House Democrat, noted Civil Rights Leader (and hearing ‘impaired’ co-parader with Nancy Pelosi, her 48 pound gavel, Steny Hoyer and dozens of other ObamaCare revelers) South Carolina’s James Clyburn to discuss this important topic. At least one other ‘invited speaker’ (Melanie somebody) has backed…err cancelled out.

For her efforts, Ms. Smith (herself a former Pittsburgh television personality) has been sensitively visited by all three locals TV network affiliates most senior African American on air personality…and in each interview Smith has glossed over any and all mentions of Farrakhan’s well known anti-semitism and/or ‘lack of fondness’ for the melanin challenged population. No…his message, to Smith and her 29 station radio network, is all good. Apparently ‘other’ noted African-Americans just weren’t ‘qualified’ to speak on the issue. Supreme Court Justice Clarence Thomas, nope; retired Luitenant Colonel and now Congressman Alan West, no ways. Entrepreneur turned Presidential hopeful Herman Cain? What could he bring to the discussion? Apparently nothing.

How bad of luck for any city to have the politicos of MSNBC, the UFO watchers of the Sci-Fi network arrive on the same day as the Winter Storm experts of the Weather Channel?

Hey Bev, the Steelers lost the Super Bowl…wasn’t that bad enough?

(MaryOhSoContrary will update this thread with a post ‘Calypso and the Blizzard’ report Saturday…weather, electricity and galactic conditions permitting.)

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…This Mortal Coil

Oh that Will Shakespeare…so ahead of his time. “Doth shuffle(d) off this mortal coil…” I guess now my days are REALLY numbered…but in a poetic, energy efficient way.

Who knew Hamlet could be quoted in response to energy saving, demonic (yes, demonic) CFL bulbs?

I broke one.

I didn’t mean to.

It was an accident.

Honest.

Do I need to lawyer up?

For the record, I did NOT purchase the CFL…it came with the floor model lamp I bought from Home Depot…so they, obviously will be a co-respondent/defendant in any and all litigation.

After attempting to rally from my recent killer bout of flu turned bronchitus turned heebeegeebees turned walking pneumonia, I thought it was about time to pack away my Snowmen (before they became pals with either the Leprechauns and/or the Easter Bunny–though that has happened in the past–but rest assured NONE have ever met up with Uncle Sam or any firecracker replica).

As I have stated many, many times, NO GOOD ever comes from housecleaning. In returning a lamp to its usual pre-mini-Christmas tree locale, I removed a lampshade (for ease of transport…I am still woozy) and I had to remove the CFL (or as Mark Steyn calls them ‘Curly Fry Lightbulb’) to unscrew the sconce thingy and I placed the demonically possessed bulb on its side…

And it didn’t so much roll as PROPEL itself (Suicide Bulber?) off the table onto the floor.

Even the dog knew it was a bad thing…and he attempts to snack upon worn baseball socks. Maybe because it was the bad word(s) I yelled or maybe my frantic run for plastic grocery bags (both things HE sees when he has an ‘accident’) but he even backed off.

It broke into six pieces. Six! Numerology anyone?

So I pick up the pieces holding my breath; forgetting EVERYTHING Steyn so humorously advised for clean up…just where are playing cards, a respirator mask, or undocumented, hunky radio hosts when you need one? Placed the pieces in a plastic bag; knotted that bag shut; put that bag in another bag; grabbed wet paper towel; held my breath some more; placed the mercury ladened paper towels I used to wipe the floor in the second bag that I put the first bag into; placed those bags in a multitude of other bags (all while my shelter rescued, 70 pound big galunk of a canine gave me that “look” the one that I know he is thinking ‘Just damn. Why couldn’t I have been adopted by Betty White?’

Some day future archeologists, scouring landfills will ‘find’ my baggage. That ball of Contrarian rolled plastic will survive the nuclear winter and/or my trash pick up day.

So after I played Hazmat EPA clean up site, we both sat…the dog looking at me; me looking at the floor (no chemical chain reaction nor any sort of fission occurred but you can never be too careful)…waiting for either the Grim Reaper or Al Gore.

I guess we will be okay…though the room DID grow dim (yes, the lack of a lamp will do that…but follow me here for the drama folks); and my breathing was labored (but I am an asthmatic recovering from some respiratory ailment and I had been thinking of Mark Steyn…so that could explain MOST of the breathlessness)…now…I just need to ponder my mortal coil.

And stock up on incandescent bulbs.

Billy Shakespeare and Betty White would, I think, both approve.