I’m about to go Section 8 about Section 8

Remember the sitcom MASH? And Klinger who walked around in dresses in the army trying to get a psychiatric — “Section 8” — discharge?

There’s another Section 8. I didn’t know about this one till recently. I found out about it after I got rid of cable TV. I started DVRing The People’s Court. I keep doing it because I have a crush on the new judge.

I call her Judge Hotner and Judge Cutie, because my wife thinks that’s SO funny.

Section 8 is this government program where poor people get a portion of their rent paid by government (usually 80 or 90 percent) to allow them to afford to live in conventional rental properties. I don’t know how many states have it or whether it’s a federal thing.

I suppose that the idea was to get rid of government housing projects and dilute criminality. (That’s worked out real well in Memphis, where they went beyond Section 8’ing to actually dispersing criminals to suburbs and buying them houses. Check out the Memphis crime rates. If you think I’m just groundlessly ranting at minorities again, go find The Atlantic article from a couple of years ago where they laid it all out.)

Over and over again, Judge Cutie has landlord vs tenant cases where the tenant is on Section 8. I’ve even saved a few of these shows because they’re so unbelievable.

These Section 8 people are exactly why I loathe the poor. (I used to say I hate the poor, but it was pointed out to me that they’re only worthy of my loathing.)

As I may have mentioned a time or two, I used to be poor, and I knew a lot of poor people. Most of them sucked. They’re criminal, dishonest, lazy, greedy, cunning and, most of all, championship rationalizers. Not only do 80% of the poor deserve to be poor, they deserve to be in jail.

There is no excuse for being poor in this country, over the long haul, even if, especially if, all government benefits to the poor were cut off today. That includes all poor people except psychotics. And half of them are faking. Cutting off all government help would be the kindest thing we could do to help the poor, and a blessing beyond price to their children and grandchildren. Get a fucking clue, liberals.

Some might say, “But those people in Judge Hotner’s court aren’t typical Section 8 rent-seekers.”  You can say that, but you’re wrong. They’re exactly like the majority of poor people next door that I knew. I’m sure they get sued at a much higher rate than real tenants, even with government paying most of the bills. Do I have statistics to back that up? No, I don’t. If you find statistics saying I’m wrong, go fuck yourself. When government crawls this much up people’s asses, what’s really going on will always be distorted and covered up in the statistics.

Usually, at this point when I rant about how shitty poor people are, gentle liberal persons give up trying to pretend they don’t think poor people are gross, and retreat to, Well, you had advantages they didn’t have, like being smart.

Ok, I’m not going to go all faux-humble and say I’m not that smart. I’m obviously pretty goddamn smart. And being smart is the best thing to have. I’ve traded on being smart ever since I smartened up in my late 20’s.

My dad was smart too. I don’t think he ever made more than $30K a year. He was subsidized by his parents and they bought every car he had till he was in his late 40’s or so. Then he got a used Gremlin or something. Never owned a house till his parents died and left him theirs. He was poor because he had poor values and I think he kept his poor values because he never was forced to be a fully independent adult. Good intentions do not guarantee good adults. Take that Jesse Jackson.

While writing this, it’s finally dawned on me what the sine qua non poor value is:

Rationalization and denial as your go-to life strategy. BS’ing yourself as your first move. And being allowed to live your whole life in a context where you can get away with it.

I never once saw my father admit he was wrong. And he was the King Kong of Obviously Wrong. Here’s my dad, a typical vignette:

As a little kid, I loved the Wizard of Oz books. There are a lot of them, in case you don’t know. Read them to your 4-7 year olds. When I was 9, they did a movie of the second Oz book. There’s an evil witch called Mombi who has custody of the hero Jack and who abuses him like he’s Cinderella. Well, after considerable begging, me and my younger brothers got treated to that movie by my dad. And then we got yanked out of it after 10 minutes because it was an offense against “family values.” See, how dare they have an evil character called “Mommie.”

In the VW microbus on the way home, I tried to explain that it was “Mombi,” not “Mommie” and no they weren’t slurring the name to deliberately attack Kinder, Kucher, Kirchen, which was his next argument. I heard Mombi clearly, everyone else in the theater heard the B except you, you dumb bastard (that last with a silent b  and a silent dumb bastard).

I refused to admit defeat, marching down the stairs to my basement lair, and pulling out the book and quoting book, chapter and Mombi. His defense morphed to L. Frank Baum obviously was a member of the international anti-family Bilderberger Communist CFR conspiracy and the name Mombi was a subliminal attack on the family because it was similar to Mommie so it didn’t matter if he couldn’t hear the letter B.

My dad was a John Bircher, a lifelong disappointment to his parents, a vile abuser of his children, and I’m glad he’s dead, though he didn’t die soon enough, like 6 months before I was born would have been about right.

So, where was I? Oh, yeah….

When government or anybody helps the poor more than once in a short term, time limited, personal way, they train the poor in BS’ing as the way to get by.

Government is the worst. Not only is it impersonal (a problem shared by soup kitchens), but every government agency seeks actively to make the problems it is supposed to address worse. No social worker ever got fired for increased caseload. Instead, they learn from the poor how to BS about how hard their lives are.

Government standards for deserving help are necessarily and always BS’able. The poor must pretend to be victims and learn to sell their bullshit on a government form to a government worker. It’s a short step from selling to buying your own BS. Whichever side of the desk you happen to be on.

I’m not claiming that I don’t rationalize or deny, but it’s not my go-to life strategy. I’m occasionally, grudgingly willing to look at how I might have fucked up hard enough to be the linchpin in creating this fucked-up situation.

I promise you, at least 80% of people on Section 8 subsidies are not examining their eipic fails EVER.

My dad had his loving, hopeful parents. These Section 8 assholes have hopeful, guilt-expiating liberals.

You know what poor people, like my dad, like the people in Judge Cutie’s court, need to have blasted into their bedrooms at 3AM like it was an ATF raid on David Koresh’s Waco compound?

YOU’RE FULL OF SHIT AND YOU WON’T LISTEN! AND THAT’S REALLY YOUR FUCKING PROBLEM!

Here’s the tertiary argument I usually hear after I say something like fuck poor people and their bullshit excuses:
Well, you get welfare too, it’s just middle class welfare. That’s right and it’s irrelevant.

I was too proud as a young person to take poor people welfare, to take welfare that depended on me defining myself as a helpless victim. Doesn’t mean I didn’t get welfare.  I patronized libraries, I paid the posted fares on busses. I understood I was being subsidized for books and transport. But there was a bright line between taking advantage of services that shouldn’t exist but were available to all and trying to finagle a government check by acting like a dumbshit.4

There is one case in which I did get poor people welfare. Here and now I’ll confess to a crime–a series of crimes, without checking the statute of limitations, though I’m probably pretty safe.  Christ am I getting old:

I used to buy food stamps off my neighbors at a huge discount, usually at least 50% often 80%. I could get those discounts without hard bargaining. I’d spend the food stamps on food for my family; they’d spend my money on drugs and gambling and 8-track tapes.

Nowadays, the gubmint food stamp guys have the debit card thing going, which they think has stopped that kind of shenanigans, but it hasn’t. It’s just maybe made the transactions slightly more costly and barter-y. I don’t know, but I suppose, you actually have to give your shopping list to the chick who’s going to go buy heroin as soon as she hands over the groceries and you hand over the cash. It’s probably much more efficient than I’m guessing.

I feel zero guilt about that food stamp “fraud.” I feel proud. It wasn’t just ethical, was righteous. Hey, gubmint, think about it: People buying food stamps under the table either intend to buy FOOD or to re-sell them to people who will buy FOOD. Because, in the end, all food stamps are good for is FOOD.

Food stamp “fraud” moves food stamps away from people who are getting food stamps they don’t need to people who really want them. And who are those people who really want them? I haven’t committed food stamp “fraud” since I could afford to not go through the hassle. It’s poor people who value food more than luxuries like drugs and iPods who benefit from food stamp “fraud.”

The only real fraud being committed is by those people you stupid bureaucrats give money to who don’t need food stamps. Food stamp “fraud” as you gubmint assholes define it, is the market working to get that money to people who really need it, despite the gubmint’s best efforts to give it to people who are best at BS-ing the system.

Liberals know nothing more about the poor than they know about unicorns. And they moon on about the poor like pre-pubescent girls dream about unicorns. To a liberal, unicorns and the poor are mythical and noble and have a lot to teach us, non-verbally. But I wouldn’t want one shitting up my house.

 

UPDATE 2016. My father died several years ago. I don’t remember how many. I take back nothing I said about him. He was more ridiculous than he was horrible, unless you were a child subject to his ranting hours of Orwellian abuse. Anyhow, when he died, I felt nothing. Well, of course, I felt something, but it wasn’t near as deep as what I feel watching the latest episode of Game of Thrones. Pretty much, I didn’t care. I post this only to help others who’ve been similarly abused and have had the courage to reject their vicious birth-parents. I doubt you’ll have some deep emotional reckoning waiting for you either.

2012 Human Referendum

Here’s how Obama gets re-elected:

• a million government workers get fired and all they can hope for is getting their jobs back
• Democrats are smart–they know that you spend money on getting out the vote not on persuading people. If you’re not already persuaded, you’re not a Democrat.
• Republicans spend their money on persuasion, trying to win the “center.”

This is a 50/50 country: those who depend on government for a living and those people those people depend upon. There is no center. Either you are on the side of government and its handouts or you are the target of government and the payer for those handouts. Nothing else will matter to people in the 2012 election.

If you’re on SSI, welfare or otherwise dependent on gubmint, you’d better think hard. You won’t kill the golden goos, you will piss it off. We who pay your bills will not go quietly into that good night. We will stop paying, many of us will get most of what we’ve worked for all our lives wiped out, and we will survive and thrive.

Many of us have been poor. Returning to poverty doesn’t scare me. It pisses me off.

Unlike the perpetual poor, the ones that Jesus talked about, I didn’t get government checks and spend them on iPods when I was poor. Instead I got shitty jobs and worked my way up and out, spurning the gubmint goodies dangled in front of me.

If I lost everything I’ve earned all my life, it would be the second time I had to dig my way up from poverty. This is your first time at the rodeo, you new iPod-sporting faux poor.

Kiss my ass or die. If the Democrats win this next election, they’ll build a wall around Martha’s Vineyard and leave you outside. Good luck, grasshoppers.

Make the world go away

Regular readers of this blog might remember that I have been under federal subpoena for saying mean things about several Republican senators.

The ACLU stepped up.

The Feds have just folded. Ignominously.

The ACLU is trying to get everything unsealed.

If the Feds refuse to unseal, they will lose.

I will publish all the legal documents here. Wikileaks wouldn’t return my phone calls.

Food Deserts

I live in a food desert.

The stupid fucking gubmint has started defining “food deserts” as places in America where there isn’t a supermarket in a mile radius.

Average house prices in my neighborhood approached half a million dollars before Democrats fucked up the housing market. Most people in my neighborhood are now close to upside-down and we’ve given back a couple of hundred thousand dollars of equity in the last couple of years.

But we live in a “food desert.” Created by zoning,.

This is what happens when gubmint agencies start scratching and clawing to survive from doing NOTHING.

The “food desert” propaganda is about to ratchet up. Watch it. Learn from it. This is what these motherfuckers do. Generate fake crises from nothing.

Think about it: if you were about to get fired what would you do? If you worked for the gubmint, you’d do ugly shit like this too.

Black People Are Dangerous

Partly because of my last post, my wife and I sat down and YouTubed together. We watched the Nutter video, and downloaded it.

This is the video where Philadelphia mayor Nutter went off on young black men.

I found it odd that the only complete video of Nutter’s “Bill Cosby on PCP” sermon had distorted sound and was way down in the search results.  At the top was a sanitized MSM 2 minute summary. What does that mean?

It probably means I could easily go Glenn Beck batshit crazy with a little push. It really does bug me that this thing is sparse on YouTube. The Nutter sermon is a big moment, however disingenuous it may or may not be. There were 500 copies of Friday on YouTube before you could say Christ, stop, please, stop! Nutter going nuts on the black criminal community, not so much.

So I recorded the Nutter thing, to keep it from going down the memory hole, like I recorded Friday after that girl got sued by the douchebags who took her mom’s money.

ReplayAV–buy it, learn it, love it–it saves almost anything that Our Internet Overlords don’t want you to save.

Then me and the missus found multiple “flash rob” videos. Dozens of black people converging, via cellphone alerting, on hapless 7-11’s, clothing stores, even beaches. All over America, from Vegas to Minnesota to Tennessee. And in Brazil too, where it looked like Piranha, except you had to go into the water to be safe. Nice job representing, black people.

To be fair, I saw one white girl in one mob, and 3 Hispanics. Still, 99% black.

We watched this one crazy bitch on a bus who was beating on her brat call in her homeboys at the next stop and got them to strafe the bus with automatic weapons because someone on the bus objected to her parental incompetence. That happened, on video, a few weeks ago, I think in PA. I downloaded that in case it disappears too. The guy who objected to her beating on her brat was black, and she said something like “get that nigger!” when her homeys showed up.

If it weren’t for her fat butt getting stuck getting out of the bus, a lot of people might have died. As it was, her homeys couldn’t board the bus and shot high and got only windows, not passengers. That’s their legal defense now: we were too incompetent to actually hit anybody despite firing about 100 rounds into a city bus. So obviously these guys were about as serious about killing people as about ever getting a fucking job. Nice job representing, black people.

Mayor Nutter read a prepared speech scolding young black men, way too mildly. He talked about “nonsense.” And stop being idiots. If Nutter were white, he’d have said “shenanigans.”

He talked about mobs of black people robbing and bashing people’s heads in and strafing city busses with machine guns like all they were doing was baseball-batting mailboxes and TP’ing Nutter’s mansion. He told young black men to pull their pants up and act civilized and to quit scaring the shit out of innocent nice white people. A dollar late and a day too short for a mayor whose policies have not just encouraged but created a vacuum for shit like this to rush in.

Still, I welcome the rhetoric, like I welcome PM Cameron’s reaction to the British mobs (whose worst miscreants and instigators have been Caribbean black immigrants). For the first time in ever the morally destructive opprobrium of the welfare state on its clients is being widely acknowledged. In England and in the former colonies.

When intelligent white people start talking about how full of shit black people are, we’re supposed to demonstrate that we’re not racists by blaming white liberals for turning black people into assholes.

I actually think black people are fully morally responsible equal human beings. I’m not a white liberal so I don’t think blacks are in the societal Special Olympics. I know lots of black people who are great people. Because they embrace white values. Uh oh. Yeah, I did just say that.

Nobody calls productivity, responsibility, hard work and the like “white values” except lazy people who dream about being slaves who don’t have to do chores.

You black people need to think hard about what it is about you that makes you so attractive and so willing to be the bitches of white liberals. I really don’t know what that is. Not my problem. You figure it the fuck out.

Black people in America are way more likely to be criminals and promiscuous irresponsible bastard-makers than people of different pigmentations.

Accident or coincidence?

I don’t give a shit. Correlation is enough for me to cross the street.

I want to thank all you hundreds to thousands (listen to Nutter’s speech–he said thousands) of black flash robbers, and the three non-black flash robbers caught on video.

I’m finally going to get off my lazy, busy ass and spend about 3 grand on getting my wife and me outfitted with guns fit for concealed carry, not just home defense, along with training (not just safety, but marksmanship training). And if a gang of people tries to flash-rob us, we’re going to shoot black people. To kill. Because it is highly unlikely there will be any white people around to shoot during that event. We’d shoot them too. If you’re being black and you think I’m being racist, then go out and get some white people to flash-rob.

Or, you could go out and get more black people to get jobs and stop being violent assholes and learn fractions and how to swim.

Because, let’s face it, black people compared to all other people suck at getting jobs and learning fractions and swimming. And they suck at not committing crimes and getting married before getting knocked up. Or you could say American blacks excel at committing crimes and getting pregnant, like orders of magnitude better than the rest of us. Spin it any way you want to.

Imagine….

How about if the majority of black people start doing the hard stuff that is the fabric of citizenship and productivity and white people are surprised when the majority of black people don’t succeed instead of surprised when they do?

At this point, in America, black failure is all on black people. Blaming white liberals for black failure is like a guy who’s 30 still blaming his indulgent co-dependent parents because he still can’t set his own alarm clock.

Get your shit together, you narcissistic black brats.

UPDATE 2016. I double down on this. I forgot I thought this way so presciently.  Black people really are mostly ridiculous. Criminals, whiners, rioters, baby-mommas and baby-daddies. Their heroes are dead criminals, not just rappers now, but real criminals like Trayvon Martin and that fat thug who got put down in Ferguson. If Black Lives Matter, why don’t you black activist/rioters/assholes start acting like it?

Black People Are Ridiculous

Yes, I am trying to provoke a race riot. That’s the only good riot Americans can gin up. If there’s not something racist about it, Americans just don’t have the attention span to riot about anything.

The majority of black people in America are good people. But that’s not the point of this post. The point is that as a percentage within their racial group, there are a lot more bad black people than there are bad white people or bad hispanic people.

Young black men commit cirmes at a ridiculous rate. The overwhelming majority of young black women who get knocked up do it with no plan to pay for their brats, except going on Maury or the dole. Except for Eminem, when’s the last time you heard a pop song with “ho” or “cap in yo ass” or “nigger” in it?

Yeah, I know, slavery. That’s why act that way.

It’s been a hundred and fifty years. That excuse smells as dusty as your great-great-great-great grandfather’s corpse. Quit waving his corpse around as a reason you can’t behave like an average human being.

If you’re black and you live in America and you suck it’s on you.

At the Wisconsin State Fair, black boys once again covered themselves in glory.

In Philadelphia, the Nutter black Mayor is now running for cover after the shit you black boys just pulled.

Yeah, I said boys. That’s so racist.  Would you feel better if I said animals (which is what those black boys acted like)?

Here’s my theory:

Black people, putative pets of white Liberals, prove that nobody should let a white Liberal pet them.

Blacks in America have been domesticated. Sure, they snarl. That doesn’t mean they haven’t been domesticated. Pit bulls are domesticated too. As long as you don’t bite your owner, you’re domesticated. Hey, black people, here’s what your white liberal owners think: when I walk you, I don’t give 2 shits who you bite. Because I don’t live in your neighborhood anyway.

 

Clash of Civilizations

It’s not, fundamentally, Muslims vs The West.

England has taught us.

It’s about the productive vs. the parasitic.

Muslims, hoodied soccer fans, British brats of all stripes who don’t earn the money they spend…if you don’t have a job, you’re in my gunsights. Come into my neighborhood, bitch.

Everyone’s saying this shit in London is coming to America.

We’re not disarmed in America.

It won’t last long.

There’s a reason Clockwork Orange is British.

Seriously, Brits, what the fuck is wrong with you?

Big G and big E or little e

Big government is always evil. Sometimes it’s Stalinist, big E. Sometimes it’s our government or the Romans–bread and circuses and pensions and unions, oh my! Small e.

At this point in history, only evil or stupid people still advocate big government.

Obama is evil.

My neighbors are stupid and stubborn. I’m resisting the temptation to declare them evil. They’re just resisting giving up their illusions.

 

Cujo

Cujo is the only movie I have ever walked out of before it finished.

I made a Cujo-reference in my last post. That the US government is a rabid-dog St. Bernard Cujo.

Nancy Pelosi is a botoxed Cujo. Harry Reid is a neutered Cujo. President Toonces is a big-eared Cujo.

I’m not saying I’m going to beat Harry, Nancy and Barry over the head till they die. No way in hell would I do that.  I’m just saying somebody should and they’d get my pay-per-view dollars.

UPDATE: At the end of Cujo the heroine (the mom in ET) clubs Cujo to death. So I’ve been told. I didn’t see the end. I’m not saying somebody should club Toonces and Reid and Pelosi to death, I’m just saying I’d pay to see it. Clear now? In no way am I threatening their lives. And I’m not advocating anyone else should kill them except if they could make it work on Pay-Per-View. Currently, there’s no viable business model for clubbing Toonces, Pelosi and Reid to death. More’s the pity.

A Temperate Opinion

Yeah, I know, no temperate opinions allowed on this blog.

I’ve been listening to and talking to a lot of people about the debt “compromise” and I’ve heeded no one’s opinion.

This is my gut talking. I have a good friend who’s half llama who thinks my gut is just reflexive Pollyanna thinking. He’s getting ready for economapocalypse. So am I, but as a hedge.

I am in favor of the so-called debt ceiling compromise and I think it was a huge win for people who don’t suck like vampires for a living. Not a stake in the heart, but a win.

I think the mouth-foaming from the left is genuine about this. They are.fucking.panicked. This isn’t a stake in the heart, but it’s garlic.

What happened?

No tax increases. Obama bluffs and blusters again, but he won’t get tax increases.

A poison pill for both sides: Either we get our shit together or we cut defense and discretionary spending. Everyone on the right is on about how defense shouldn’t have been put on the table. Of course, it should have. Liberals are so stupid. They think they’re the majority.  This was brilliant. “Support our troops.” How many of those bumper-stickers have you seen in the last week? Liberals will have to cut and run, as they do on everything, to avoid cutting defense. Call their fucking bluff…that’s the strategy. Worked with President Toonces last week, will work again. CALL THEIR FUCKING BLUFF.

Everyone in the country who votes is now aware of the debt problem. It will take them some time to absorb the information.

The “narrative” has changed. You can’t be taken seriously now if you don’t at least pay lip service to slashing entitlements.

Forget meme-triumph, what just happened was zeitgeist triumph.

Sure, sane people are still in the car. Outside are Cujo-Pelosi/Reid/Obama/Dowd slobbering their rabies all over the windshield. But we just found a gun in the glove compartment. This movie could end differently. We just have to shoot straight.

To the gubmint: I am not advocating actually killing Pelosi/Reid/Obama. One of these days, if I’m really bored, I might kill Maureen Dowd if she’s in the same bathroom as me. I do hope that Pelosi/Reid/Obama will be mobbed one day in their home towns and lynched. I know perfectly well that I shouldn’t say “lynched” or “boy” in the context of talking about a black person.

Oh, so…

I am sick and fucking tired of defending Pat Buchanan. Quit making me do it. When he said the other day that Obama’s your “boy” it was obviously unintentional and not racist, but sports-ist. It was a SPORTS METAPHOR.  Buchanan, obviously, had not racist intent in this case. Doesn’t matter in this poisonous PC climate.

Pat didn’t help by not immediately going “mea culpa, mea saya boya sorrya oopsa” and taking the wind out of Sharpton’s sails. Or by attacking that racist prick Al Sharpton, which I would have recommended.

That race-baiting worthless piece of shit Al Sharpton got all self-righteous in PB’s face about the word “boy” and PB didn’t crumple, it was worse than that. PB got flustered. He laughed nervously. He DIDN’T INTEND TO GIVE OFFENSE, and didn’t know how to deal with it when he realized he had chummed sharky Sharpton. If I ever meet Al Sharpton in person, I will punch him in the face. Not a metaphor, seriously, I will bloody him.

Hey, black people, when white people say something you think is “racist” and we didn’t mean it to be racist, well, you better fucking FORGIVE IT AND GET THE FUCK OVER IT. Or you’ll never be in my house again. Seriously, I’m sick of prickly little bitches, don’t care what color or what sex.

And Al Sharpton can burn in hell, he should be in jail.

UPDATE 2016. If I ever am in a room with Al Sharpton, I promise, I will bloody him. I will get at least several punches into his face before they pull me off of him. That’s a threat, US Gubmint. Go after me for it.