Can You Be Keynesian If You Are Not From Kenya?

Life is so strange, just when I had given up on Adriana Huffington, her blog posted this expose demonstrating the ignorance of rabid Obama supporters. God save this country from voters like these people! And, here is hoping this experience brings AH back from the uber-left.

Someone is blocking the accompanying video of the ill-informed demonstrators, and that is too bad.

Let's make one thing clear: John Maynard Keynes was an influential British economist who believed governments should intervene to help their economies.

Being a "Keynesian" means you subscribe to Keynes' ideas. It does not mean you are from Kenya.

But when asked by comedy group the Partisans if President Obama is a Keynesian, some apparently random people (for the country's sake, we hope they were planted) at the weekend's Rally to Restore Sanity had this to say:

"That he's Keynesian? Like he's not American? Is that what you're saying?"

Another said: "He was born in Hawaii. That is a state of the United States. He is born here legally, and he is an awesome president."

And another added: "It doesn't matter. All right, maybe it would matter on his views on things. But, like, most of us come from, you know, Ireland, Germany, Italy, you know, most of us come from different countries."

Finally, one woman got truly apoplectic at the question, shouting: "WHAT PROOF DO YOU WANT? HE GAVE YOU PROOF! HE GAVE YOU PROOF! HE WAS BORN IN HAWAII!"

So, What, He Doesn't Like Them Anymore?

“One of the reasons I made that mistake is that I paid particular attention to the farmers in my home state of Tennessee, and I had a certain fondness for the farmers in the state of Iowa because I was about to run for president.” - Al Gore

Two Foot Long Razor Blades

TSA, what is that, Russian for sheeple?

Adam Savage is on fire!

The Kitty And The Bunny

I had a dream last night that I was given three cats. Two of them were easy to care for and quickly became at home with their new surroundings. The third, an orange brown little rascal never made eye contact and soon was not to be found. I busied myself laying out quarters for the dart game. Then a small white bunny appeared. It occurred to me that my sister, who had given me the kitties, was looking for their bunny. I went inside to phone her when I discovered all but three of my quarters were missing. This was quite puzzling. So, I began to look around for what happened to my quarters. Now the bunny and the orange brown kitty were together and they headed for a tree in the back yard. When I came upon the other side of the tree I found a hole at the base with the roots forming two shallow and adjoining open compartments. From the one on the left came the white bunny. From the one on the right came the orange brown kitty. And, as they stepped away I saw my quarters, there, among the nest of small roots and leaves covering the bottom of the right compartment. The orange brown kitty was a hoarder and had taken all of my quarters, including the three left behind before.