19 October 2012

Iodáil go bragh!


Dear Dr. Bones,
This is basically just a hunk of raw meat that Eye and Paddy tossed into the monkey house.

What went wrong?

Surely the Athens of Suffolk County OUGHT to be Massa Howie’s plantation every election day without exception, an most weekdays in between. Yet here is Himself admittin, out loud an whight in front of the assembled Fehrnstrom Fishwrap bratpack, that some outlandish Person of Pasta is in even better than Flynn: "Mumbles Menino is mayor for life, literally."

What, Eye asks again (and Paddy joins in too), went wrong?

How comes it that the Fearless Funders of Freedumb cannot simply have Fabulous Fernie Fehrnstrom pull a few switches an send out a few operatives an then -- hey, presto -- Boston once again marches behind a Leader, a Cuchulainn, a Wolfe Tone, a Mary or Joe McCarthy! A Man (Person) of the People worthy of the Plain People of Ire Land, who just recently rose in wrath to recover their Fedguv Senate SEAT an hand it over to . . . ta-DAAH .... Fernie an Fernie’s Funders, to whom of course it belongs by sheer whight of purchase.

Where did the P. P. of I. L. go wrong?

Who ordered this Iodáil go bragh baloney? [*]

The theory that His Honor (a. k. a. "Erin’s Shame") earned the nickname ’Mumbles’ by being the last person on his block who remembered much of the Gaelic is twice too cute a hoe to be quight whight. Three times too cute.

Such questions are best left rhetorical, Eye expects. Jesting Paddy would probably do well not to stay and dabble in pserious answers. Still, mostvolks above wombschool level can probably work out from the above calisthenics that Paddy and Eye would begin by looking into that question of questions,

"WHO MARKETED MENINO?"

And then after that, "To whom was Menino marketed?"

Massa Howie appears to be thinkin along similar lines with Paddy McTammany for once.[**] Oh, well, even a stuffed crock is whight two minutes daily.

Freedumb, O men (persons) of NeoAthens, is not the only thing that can get itself funded in our town! In what yoostabe Ourtown.

Para despedirme de Vds. les deseo felices días




[*] Hmm: ¿Do you suppose, Dr. Bones, that this could be where ’yodel’ comes from?
[**] "Mumbles has $608,000 in the bank right now. His fundraising machine is just that, a machine. He touches everything in the city but the third rail. Here are his numbers for the past four months: September — $24,875; August — $28,725; July — $42,400; June — $28,220."
Genteel sneers at "just that, a machine" come oddly from a Howard Louis (?) Laurence (??) Carr with the fake-prole scab shtyk. No doubt the real trouble is that the Daughters of Virtue & Sons of Wisdom (L.L.C.), whose coremost principle of principles is precisely Whight of Purchase, somehow cannot muster up a mechanism to buy their freelordships a path around ‘Mumbles’.

That inability, in turn, is basically the fault of St. Bridget of the Lace Current (formerly "Marjorie Eagan"). Now that Her Beatitude has moved to the suburbs, it appears, plain as day, that H. B. could care less who rules the roost in Boston proper. If Massa Howie an the rest of the whight-noise fundees of Freedumb were to go around successiully touchin all the expatriates from Louisdayhicksville inside 495 for even just one buck ($0.99) apiece monthly, His Honor would think Vesuvio had erupted under him. But this is quite impossible.
"The Irish, sir, are a FRUGAL people. They never specuvest on any number but Number One."
Happy days.
--JHM

04 October 2012

Fabulous Fernie Rides to the Rescue


Dear Dr. Bones,

We have in the world ... lemme see ... (1) liars, (2) damn liars, (3) Mittius Coriolanus Pompo,


Fabulous Fernie Rides to the Rescue
(( ¡Help is on the way! ))

and, above all, (4) Senator Fehrnstrom of Fratbochusetts.

Fabulous Fernie has set himself up against the three cognate subclasses in a most remarkable way. Especially remarkable in a "respectable, cloth-coat Republican"ine, who will not gain from his capers personally at all. There is no self- profitability that Eye and Paddy can detect, anyway.

Top Romney Adviser: States Will Have To Cover People With Pre-Existing Conditions Under President Romney
Brian Beutler | October 3, 2012, 11:30 PM

After the first presidential debate at the University of Denver in Colorado on Wednesday night, one of Mitt Romney’s top advisers acknowledged that, as a result Romney’s plan to repeal Obamacare, people with pre-existing medical conditions would likely be unable to purchase insurance.

The admission directly contradicts the GOP candidate’s claim during the debate that “pre-existing conditions are covered under my plan” — a contention Romney has repeated on the trail and that his campaign has repeatedly walked back.

“With respect to pre-existing conditions, what Governor Romney has said is for those with continuous coverage, he would continue to make sure that they receive their coverage,” said Eric Fehrnstrom, referring to existing laws which require insurance companies to sell coverage to people who already have insurance, or within 90 days of losing their employer coverage.

Pressed by TPM’s Evan McMorris-Santoro, Fehrnstrom said those who currently lack coverage because they have pre-existing conditions would need their states to implement their own laws — like Romney’s own Massachusetts health care law — that ban insurance company from discriminating against sick people.

“We’d like to see states do what Massachusetts did,” Fehrnstrom said. “In Massachusetts we have a ban on pre-existing conditions.”

Romney’s plan, of course, became the model for Obamacare — a fact Obama happily reminded Romney and debate watchers Wednesday night.

Eye takes for granted that His Mass. Excellency, the Master of Seamus and Stepmaster to Miss Rafalca, will have been as surprised by this as eyeself am. Paddy, however, wonders whether the WhightGuard High Command might not be doing it on purpose, by ‘it’ meaning a general system in which Mittens proposes, but Fernie disposes. In the sense, at least, that a Fehrnstromoid version of "¡Jam tomorrow!" is much closer to what a cabal of baincappers installed at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue would actually send aloft to be shot down in Congress.

While canvassing exotic possibilities, perhaps one should consider the possibility, just for practice in the possibility-considering art, that H. M. E. is the one tellin’ us frankly what the Baintrust have in mind for their dupes an‘ their marks, with poor Fernie [1] commissioned only to tell a few ancillary fibs. Though that arrangement sounds fantastic, there would be a certain point to it. Our baincappin’ Betters would not be in power six months (¿six weeks?) before it looks like the Confidence Fairy, that fickle-wingèd lady, decides that on the whole she does NOT care to reside permanently in the White House basement, stalled next to Miss Rafalca. The non-backwater press would start piling on. At that juncture, to toss Fabulous Fernie off the back of the snowjobmobile might be quite sensible. Given a little preparation in advance, such as this present is hypothesized to be, the Abusers of America could just say (on a Wednesday), "No, what Senator Fehrnstrom told you all ’bout "¡Jam tomorrow!" was not whight. We really did mean "¡Jam starting Thursday!" all along. The first Thursday, that is, after House and Senate have passed the legislation, an’ His POTUSsal Magnificence has signed it."

The gimmick being, of course, that such passage is highly improbable. Coriolanus Pompo would announce in His Excellency’s accustomed Style that the bill He just handed over to the von Böhners und von Kantors und von McConnells includes "full coverage of patients with pre-existing conditions," with this language understood exactly the way the meanest intelligence would understand it. H. P. M. would omit to mention, naturally, that nobody would be more flabergasted than Himself, should anythin’ of the sort survive the Capitol Hill wreckin’ crew.

After the lieberal gesture dies in due an’ utterly anticipated course, when some bleedin’-heart whiner from the non-backwater media wants to know what happened, His Magnificence can simply take the line that after all He tried, ¿did He not? Plus optionally remark plaintively how much He wishes that everybooby would recognize that He is really not half as bad as somevolks (like for example Senator Fehrnstrom) have made Him out. In fact, Coriolanus Pompo would have achieved the whole badness that He original-intented as regards wardin’ off the Patient Protection menace, but at the same time look, to all but attentive students of neocomradology an’ the Classmates for whom He is doin’ concrete favors as promised, like Mr. Nice Guy struggling in vain with forces beyond merely human control.

As American D*cl*ne (Pat. Pend.) continues and accelerates, that will be a very attractive way to look. True, it is not entirely to be reconciled with boilerplate Republicanine barks an’ bellows ’bout Rugged Responsibility-Takin’ Individualism. RRTI made sense--sort of, ethics and criticism once safely trashbagged--on the upwards side of the


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national parabola, but now that we are slipping ever downwards, there is much to be said for "Well, ¡it’s certainly not MY fault!" The number of things that nobooby sane will care to take credit for is bound to grow and grow: that is what the word ‘d*cl*ne’ means.

Bein’ both a Cranbrook an’ a double-barrel H*rv*rd ’75, His Mass. Excellency is no doubt capable, on the mere I. Q. side, of foreseein’ American D*cl*ne (Pat. Pend.) an’ then takin’ appropriate measures of the sauve qui peut sort for Himself an’ for His Classmates. Also for Miss Rafalca, whom we may take as emblematic of a limited entourage of poor relations an’ clients an’ ol’ buddies surroundin’ the Serene House of Rombacare. Most of the hired-hand operatives would not, I suppose, make the cut in a crunch. "Sorry, Fernie."


Happy days.
--JHM

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[1] Regardless of the dubious immediate context, it does look as if ‘poor’ Fernie does not really count for much over to the Romney Hills Livery Stables. Runnin’ S. Philip Fratboy ought to be enough to keep Fernie busy, though I daresay there are limits to hiow much fabulosity can be attained by that route.


03 October 2012

The Organization Fratboy

Where’s Scott’s Organization? Sign of Weakness Should Encourage the Rogue Supporters
eb3-fka-ernie-boch-iii   |   Tue, Oct 2, 2012 4:56 PM EST

I think this is a good question. The Democratic party has a very impressive door-knocking operation underway. Anything comparable from Bob Maginn?  Hello?  Bueller? - promoted by david

Maybe that’s what caused the anxiety in his voice last night.  He saw Scott Brown signs tied to fences.  Not in hands like the scores of Warren sign holders.

Where are the fans from two years ago?  What the hell is happening here?  He’s a U.S. Senator and he can’t turn out the bodies for a simple pre-debate sign holding. Tim Murray could do this blind folded.

Where are the headquarters overflowing with volunteers.  What about the canvassing and phone calls? What happened?  What’s changed in two years?  Why can’t Scott get it going?

There’s More…   ::   Discuss: 11


Before attempting to respond to the cerulæan nobility and gentry on their own elevated plane, Dr. Bones, allow me to wonder exactly whom His Blueship has in mind when he speaks of "Rogue Supporters."
 
Presumably H.B. does not mean us to think of the little lady from the BIG UNIVERSITY as any sort of roguess.  But then, if Fabulous Fernie’s Charlie McCarthy be the ‘rogue’ in question,  Eye and Paddy somehow got the impressin that His Blueship doesn’t think there are a whole lot of ’em to be found.
 
But that is by the way,

But it is still there, ¿is it not?, Senator Fehrnstrom’s organization?

(( fold here ))
 
 Why, as you can see,


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¡Paddy just [10/03/2012 03:43] linked to it meself with no trouble at all!

But seriously,  Fabulous Fernie does seem to be campaignin as if The Fehrnstrom Fishwrap customer base were all his fair-haired little laddie needed, a preach-to-the-choir strategy which compels one at last to think that maybe Fernie is not quite as bestembright as he looked.  In retrospect, one sees that natural, in context, comparisons with the Friends of Senator Coakley up on their Great Blue Hill, hard by the Palace of Public Tubavision,  will have made Citizen Fehrnstrom look more like Nicky Mach or Thurlow Weed


Machiavelli, Fehrnstrom, Weed
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  than is strictly warrantable.