7,000 RTs and I’ll be wanting to Make America Great Again?

“I used to call myself a single-issue voter on the essential question of defending civilization against its terrorist enemies and their totalitarian protectors, and on that “issue” I hope I can continue to expose and oppose any ambiguity. Obama is greatly overrated in my opinion, but the Obama-Biden ticket is not a capitulationist one, even if it does accept the support of the surrender faction, and it does show some signs of being able and willing to profit from experience. With McCain, the “experience” is subject to sharply diminishing returns, as is the rest of him, and with Palin the very word itself is a sick joke. One only wishes that the election could be over now and a proper and dignified verdict rendered, so as to spare democracy and civility the degradation to which they look like being subjected in the remaining days of a low, dishonest campaign.” – Christopher Hitchens, 2008.

I was priming myself for a possible “Vote For Trump” article in the near future, where I would essentially paraphrase that entire last paragraph by replacing Obama with Trump, McCain with Hillary, and Palin with Sanders. I bided my time, and would have continued to do so even after Iowa and New Hampshire. Then this tweet came into my life:

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Now I feel a deep welling inside of me. It is a kind of fury that I do not usually see myself having from day to day life. Against what I think is my better judgment and my desire to make an informed choice this election, all I can think after looking at that picture is…

I wanna make America Great Again.

It seems odd this threat of property destruction would goad me to fully back Trump 100% in the game, but then came the news he had physically assaulted the girl. Then came this thought: What political persuasion would Clifford Durand be inclined towards? It would DEFINITELY not be Trump, and by extension any Republican Party candidate. No he’d probably be a Hillary Harpy or a Bernie Bro (I’m leaning towards the latter because well… if I know my Bernie Bros, property rights aren’t exactly kosher to them). Then came THIS thought… an epiphany no less, especially in light of how Trump fuels fear, violence, and aggression! What’s that thought you ask?

THE OTHER SIDE DREW FIRST BLOOD.

Think about it. Trump has been pilloried like he was a Clint Eastwood with an Orangutan vehicle, and despite all the fears about backlashes, nothing on the level of a KKK Kookout and Lynch Square Dance has taken hold. No, the first act of political violence in the 2016 Election Season is from a certain left winger. Instead of going the usual route and ridiculing a girl for the audacity to put a Trump sticker on her laptop, he riles up a crowd in the hopes of making his essentially pedestrian act of disgust (You hate Trump!? Get in line!) a viral sensation, gets caught by said girl, and then assaults said girl. No two ways about it. I’d be charitable and would consider a counter narrative, but this article will probably be 24 hours after the fact, and nothing of the sort has occurred. Hell, he even has SUPPORT because of his actions.

I don’t know about you guys, but right now for a vote for Hillary’s feeling like a vote for people like Clifford Durand. A vote for Bernie feels like a vote for people like Clifford Durand. Hell… a vote for ANY OTHER REPUBLICAN PRESIDENTIAL CANDIDATE feels like a vote for people like Clifford Durand. The only type of punishment he has faced was a suspension of his Twitter account, and has not been duly punished by the university he goes to. Revenge politics of the highest order? You bet it is! Outside of any dire consequences for this action (which may NEVER occur), the only possible way to correct this is a President by the name of Donald J. Trump. Anybody else is a piker and essentially lets him go scot-free.

“OH!” some of you say. “Not all of us are like that. We condemn such attacks on a person, even somebody who supports Trump!” I guess so, if you wish to appeal (NOW for some reason) on the basis of good faith regarding the controversial candidate. Yet again though, we don’t live in a society of good faith anymore, do we? And besides, after Elliott Rodger, Dylann Roof, and the attacks in Paris and San Bernardino where some of you blame EVERYBODY but the actual killers? Pft.

Please, any and all other Clifford Durands out there show yourselves and your works. At this rate, it will help prove my point that 2016 is the year the Frontier pushes back. When it gets really testy as the months toward Election Day end…

…Remember who drew first blood. I will.

#FeelTheBernYearn… For another ice cream.

Just today, one half of a popular ice cream company unleashed his own personal Bernie Sanders-themed flavour. He’s been insinuating he would do it eventually, but now that time is come! Savour the might and magic of the very very VERY limited edition: Bernie’s Yearning!

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Granted I’ve had my fair share of exciting times with Ben & Jerry’s (I do loved me some Americone Dream back in the day), but boy this flavour. Look at this description of what to expect from the After School Special of Ice Cream:

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Now I admire Ben & Jerry’s candour of supporting Bernie, but think about the efficacy of the social impact of this flavour if it had been brought out to the masses. You’re one of the fine 99%, you work hard, and you want to enjoy yourself one night with a nice pint of ice cream. There’s “Bernie’s Yearning” on the shelf. You may have heard of Bernie, he wants to make American great but unlike that other guy who says that, so you purchase the ice cream. You go to your house/apartment/room/barrio/ruin, and you open the ice cream up ready to enjoy it!

…Then you find that there’s a big fucking wall of chocolate there, and you’re wondering what the fuck is this shit. You look around the case and find the aforementioned instructions shown above. Turns out that after you’ve finished work you have to work AGAIN for ice cream. So after a few minutes when the ice cream is somewhat melted, you just chisel away at the surface and find it’s nothing but basic mint ice cream underneath. The ice cream has not melted enough yet, so the struggle to mix everything together is a rather cumbersome task and you’re worried the ice cream will get too liquid for you to enjoy. The case says that’s “Bernie’s Yearning”, but maybe he could’ve just co-opted a generic Mint Chocolate Chip flavour and described it as his yearning (showing AND telling). Then you spy that last bit to ‘share it with your fellow Americans’. After the 20 or so minutes you spent WORKING on ice cream, you decide to eschew that suggestion and enjoy it yourself. It’s your night; YOU get to enjoy the ice cream YOU wanted to buy. If Ben and Jerry want to come to your house and put a bullet in your head for not sharing then they’re welcome to.

If they don’t, the next time you’re peckish for ice cream you head down to the TCBY instead.

Because that’s what the 99% in Bernie’s mind want to do when they want to enjoy ice cream. They have to WORK to consume it AFTER working. Do not even get me started on how an act of violence (STRIKE HARD AGAINST THE 1%) predicates even eating ice cream, never mind that the flavour below is bereft of any personality, signifying the bland, unimpressive, America that Ben Cohen thinks this nation to be. In a sense it’s somewhat exactly like Bernie’s Simon and Garfunkel ad, where all I could muster for an opinion was that of Blade Runner’s Deckard: “…It’s too bright.”  You would think the very essence of why Bernie is supported is to AMELIORATE needless work and overexertion of effort, not perpetuate it. Then there’s the fact there’s only 40 pints made, with 25 of them already donated to Bernie’s campaign. For the rest of the proles, if you’re not one of the lucky 15? “LET THEM EAT HAAGAN-DAZS!”

As for me, this makes me wish I was a shopkeeper, for I would’ve done this instead. If I am selling Ben & Jerry’s Ice Cream, I would remove all of the main flavours and replace them with Bernie’s Yearning. If any customer asked why I’d do that? Well… You don’t necessarily need 56 flavours of ice cream when children are hungry in this country. Hell… You don’t necessarily need ice cream at all.

Now that’s a more effective message using Bernie’s Yearning, don’t you think?

Note: I’ve tried to enter into the contest for winning my own pint. For some reason, after putting in my info I’m led to the financial contribution page. Why is my entry into the contest predicated if I send money to Bernie?

The Banana Stand Fallacy

Let it be known to all of those who bear witness to this page that I am the progenitor of this logical fallacy in economics. If memories fade to past and those who wonder where did this exist if it decides to become popular: I am.

So anyway.

Banana Stand Fallacy – The logical fallacy in economics that business owners (no matter if small or corporation) is always flush with a lot of money, making any arguments about why they ought not to raise the minimum wage null and void. For after all…

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Peruse some tales of unintended consequences of minimum wage laws:

http://www.ijreview.com/2015/05/310771-san-francisco-business-owner-threatened-minimum-wage-law-asks-important-question-possible/?utm_source=facebook&utm_medium=organic&utm_content=PRM3&utm_campaign=PRM3

http://thefederalist.com/2014/11/13/low-income-workers-raising-the-minimum-wage-ruined-our-lives/

http://www.bloomberg.com/news/articles/2015-08-16/-19-an-hour-waiters-risk-stunting-growth-in-reform-shy-australia

http://thefederalist.com/tag/minimum-wage/ – Further compendium of minimum wage articles by the Federalist

https://reason.com/tags/minimum-wage – And of course Reason Magazine

Now some people may grouse and say, “Well if businesses don’t want to give people a living wage, then they shouldn’t have gone into business in the first place.” Of course that always assumes that people starting a business are ALWAYS in a position of power, and are immune to a number of variables that may come up from their business decisions.

But hey, that doesn’t matter. Because as always…

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