Paid pundits in the famed Talking Heads Regiment are beside themselves predicting the content of tonights State of the Union address. The coverage is worse than predicting how the SCOTUS will decide a case.
Without bragging, I can predict how the Nifty Nine will rule on certain types of cases. My High Court crystal ball is programmed for 100 percent accuracy:
The SOTU is a new field for me; so I had to purchase a crystal ball programmed especially for . . . the nauseating spectacle that is the State of the Union address.
Much to my surprise my crystal ball supplier said they dont make balls for the SOTU; so I had to settle for a magic marble. I offer no guarantees on my first prediction.
After gazing into my magic marble for three seconds, I saw Barack Taqiyya reaffirming his spiritual leader pretensions. I admit that its not much of a prediction since he sure as hell has nothing else to say.
Without bragging, I can predict how the Nifty Nine will rule on certain types of cases. My High Court crystal ball is programmed for 100 percent accuracy:
The SOTU is a new field for me; so I had to purchase a crystal ball programmed especially for . . . the nauseating spectacle that is the State of the Union address.
The annual State of the Union pageant is a hideous, dispiriting, ugly, monotonous, un-American, un-republican, anti-democratic, dreary, backward, monarchical, retch-inducing, depressing, shameful, crypto-imperial display of official self-aggrandizement and piteous toadying, a black Mass during which every unholy order of teacup totalitarian and cringing courtier gathers under the towering dome of a faux-Roman temple to listen to a speech with no content given by a man with no content, to rise and to be seated as is called for by the order of worship it is a wonder they have not started genuflecting with one wretched representative of their number squirreled away in some well-upholstered Washington hidey-hole in order to preserve the illusion that those gathered constitute a special class of humanity without whom we could not live.
Its the most nauseating display in American public life and I write that as someone who has just returned from a pornographers convention.
Its worse than the Oscars.
January 28, 2014 4:00 AM
Great Caesars Ghost
On the nauseating spectacle that is the State of the Union address
By Kevin D. Williamson
Great Caesar?s Ghost | National Review Online
Much to my surprise my crystal ball supplier said they dont make balls for the SOTU; so I had to settle for a magic marble. I offer no guarantees on my first prediction.
After gazing into my magic marble for three seconds, I saw Barack Taqiyya reaffirming his spiritual leader pretensions. I admit that its not much of a prediction since he sure as hell has nothing else to say.