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I plan to refuse, of course. And yes, the resistance will be blogged! I am a Citizen, not a Subject, and Dear Leader needs to be taught the difference.
Let's face it, me getting this survey from the Census Bureau is no more "random" than Lois Lerner's jihad against conservative non-profit groups. The Obama Administration is working overtime to harass their enemies, and intrusive demands for intimate details of my life is indeed government harassment.
Well guess what, I'm not going to help them build a dossier on me.
It's none of any bureaucrat's business how many toilets I have in my house.
The sole provision for data collection defined in our Constitution is for an enumeration of persons.
Representatives and direct Taxes shall be apportioned among the several States which may be included within this Union, according to their respective Numbers. … The actual Enumeration shall be made within three Years after the first Meeting of the Congress of the United States, and within every subsequent Term of ten Years, in such Manner as they shall by Law direct.
The Founding Fathers weren't busybodies. They believed in individual liberty, and would never have countenanced digging into the personal lives of their fellow citizens no matter what the supposed benefit might be.
Periodically counting heads is necessary to ensure proportional representation. Counting toilets is not.
And, as any schoolkid ought to be able to tell you, with the Fourth Amendment they explicitly protected us from intrusive government snooping:
The right of the people to be secure in their persons, houses, papers, and effects, against unreasonable searches and seizures, shall not be violated.
So there is no Constitutional basis for the government demanding to know when I leave for work, what I eat for breakfast, or how long it takes my daughter to get to school. Let alone any of the other minutiae about disabilities, cost of utilities, computer and internet usage patterns, and how many burners are on my stove.
Then there's the question about fertility. Seriously? They wanna know if I'm pregnant? Curiously they don't ask how many abortions we've had. Oh, right, that's private information. Emanations of Penumbras dontcha know.
After that, they want to know whether or not I'm a citizen. But there's no box for "illegal alien." Gee, I wonder why!
And finally, as for any of their balkanized race and ethnicity questions, a pox on their quota-mongering houses. My race is American. That's all they need to know. And it's what I put on the 2010 census form. You know, the one that's (marginally) Constitutional.
Sadly, most sheeple will blindly follow orders and send the intimate details of their personal lives to Obama's storm troopers. But not me. I found this guy, who gives some pretty detailed information on how to politely and legally resist the Inquisition. I won't go quietly into that dark night!
Wish me luck. I'll keep you guys posted. Especially if I need bail money.Wolverines!
It's like a list of all the cool kids. And me. Which is quite an honor, and I'm humbled and thankful.
Ed and Doug do fine work over there and the real honor here is that I can call them "friend." We've never met in person but I love them both like brothers, because we share a deep and abiding reverence for this great nation and we stand in solidarity against the forces of darkness seeking to undermine America.
And that goes for the other 24 recipients of their esteem. We are warriors all, fighting the good fight for Freedom and Liberty. May God have mercy on our foes.
Does Lance actually read WyBlog? I only ask because then the answer to his question would be glaringly obvious.
Before we accept the results of this survey, I think we better find out exactly how many times Chris Wysocki voted.
Chris Christie named U.S. .hottest politician.
Quinnipiac University is out with a new type of poll Monday, surveying the "hottest politicians" in the country.
In the poll of voter attitudes toward the country's major political figures, the "hottest" are New Jersey Gov. Chris Christie and former Secretary of State Hillary Clinton.
The perfect power couple! Chris and Hillary sitting in a tree. K-i-s-s-i-n-g.
Dude, for the record, as a presidential candidate I think Chris Christie makes an excellent governor of New Jersey.
As for Hillary Clinton, since this is ostensibly a family-friendly blog, I'll
refrain from revealing my true feelings. Let's just say, the farther back into
a cave that she goes, the hotter she becomes. All the way to the center of the
earth, if you get my drift.
I think Jillian is just as surprised at my stamina as you are.
My blogging stamina, that is.
Hey, six years on the internet is like an eternity in dog years. Or so they tell me.
A lot's changed since May of 2007. Much of it, unfortunately, not for the better. But I'm still here! — Nyuk. Nyuk. Nyuk. — Defenestrating liberals one post at a time.
Along the way I've learned a lot. Met some great people, albeit virtually. Pissed off more than a few folks too. So I must be doing something right.
My plan, if you could call anything I do around here "planned," is to keep on keepin' on. Keepin' it real. Really.
And with any luck I'll still be here after another six years!
And now for something completely different! A WordPress replacement for my Posterous blog!
Introducing — He's pretty fly for a Jersey guy.
Please, hold your applause.
When Twitter bought Posterous I just knew they'd kill it off. Posterous was too darn useful. Simple. Clean. Fun. Now, sadly, today is its last day.
At least they had the decency to provide an "export" function. So the question became, where do I import my wisdom to?
Let's try WordPress!
However, some asshat is already camped out on wyblog.wordpress.com. He's not using it for anything, but the powers-that-be said I can't have it.
Someone once told me, "you're pretty fly for a Jersey guy." Probably in jest. But it's a better name for a blog than WyBlog1.
Spread the word! Tell your friends! Tell your mom! Tell your mom's friends, and your friend's mom! Bookmark He's pretty fly for a Jersey guy and let me know what you think.
And Bill Quick not only gives the new digs a shout-out but he bookmarked it too! That's awesome, thanks Bill!
I suppose it isn't exactly climactic when it takes 4+ years to get to one million hits. Then again, I got a million hits!
It's cool to me.
And what better way to celebrate than with a one in a million gal? Here's Raquel Welch from One Million Years BC.
Perseverance pays off. 2762 posts oughta count for something, right?
The millionth hit came from a guy in Haworth, New Jersey via Facebook around 2:30 AM.
Thanks for being awake!
Onward to 2 million...
And for the second year in a row too!
Oh yeah, I am the man!
Thanks Zilla, when it comes to Awesomeness In The Dextrosphere, you are the
awesome-est! I'm honored to be listed in
such good company. And I owe it all to you guys, my loyal fans, who keep
me honest and put up with my crazyness day after day. You're cheaper than
therapy, and whole lot more fun too!
C'mon man, throw a guy a bone!
Oh, you guys don't know what I'm talking about, do you. I get that a lot.
Well, see, it's that time of the year again, when the A List Bloggers garner accolades from their peers. John Hawkins of Right Wing News compiled his list of The 60 Best Conservative Blogs For 2012.
Alas, because I write for Right Wing News, I'm ineligible. John calls that "fairness".
It didn't seem proper to include any of the bloggers who semiregularly blog for RWN which meant a number of phenomenal blogs like Ali Akbar, Conservative Compendium, D, S & P Magazine, Doug Ross, Wintery knight, Ed Driscoll, Blue Crab Boulevard, The Shark Tank, Wyblog, House of Eratothenes, Intellectual Conservative, Likelihood of Confusion, Sunshine State Sarah, The Right Mixx, Texas Sparkle, Pubilus Forum or Pirate's Cove.
Wait? I'm phenomenal? That's gotta be better than "best". Please, tell me that it's better than "best". It's kinda like the Hall Of Fame, right?
Heh. Joking, I am. It's an honor just to be linked. Which he does. Thanks!
As for his list of
the 60 best bloggers? Yeah, it's a darn good list. Full of excellent blogs.
You really should check 'em out. Ask 'em about that "phenomenal" vs "best"
One day last week, deep in his cave, Lance got some snail mail from Google.
He found that ironic.
It's ironic, obviously, because you'd think if any company could deliver its messaging and solicitations without resorting to the U.S. Postal Service, it's Google.
But: if you approach this from the "Google is evil" standpoint, then it's not ironic. The only thing more annoying than junk mail is telemarketing calls, so of course Evil Google would engage in it.
On the other hand, if Google really was evil, they'd engage in telemarketing, too. Because why only be partly evil? Or maybe they are doing telemarketing, but they're covering their tracks. Cloudy, Google is. Difficult to see.
Covering their tracks? Uh, no. Evil? Maybe. Probably. Don't get me started.
I get telemarketing calls from "Google Dental." All. The. Time.
Thank God for the guy who invented Caller ID. Otherwise I'd have to listen to their spiel.
That's the tooth. The whole tooth. And nothing but the tooth. So help me Obama.
Once upon a time, when America was a great nation, we paused annualy to give thanks for God's bounty. And as we re-enact today the glories of celebrations long since passed, we again pause to reflect on what made America great.
Let us pray that she will be great again. Soon.
From a friend on Facebook:
Union organizers plan on picketing at Ford Field, Cowboy Stadium, and MetLife stadium today in attempt to unionize pro football players.
"But they are unionized already."
"Well, it must not be a good one 'cause they are subject to a draft, are sold and traded like slaves, and have to work on Thanksgiving. We will make them more like the NHL union and Twinkie bakers' union."
Now excuse me as I go join Group W on the bench.
At the height of the storm, as the wind howled and rain fell in buckets, Sophie called out to me — "Dad! Come quick!" I ran. She pointed to the back yard. A lawn chair had blown over. And an old arbor, which I'd always swore I'd get around to properly anchoring down, fell over too. That was pretty much it for damage from Hurricane Sandy at Chez WyBlog. A few branches came down, and I had to go grab a garbage can out of my neighbor's yard this morning.
We were lucky.
Lots of folks around town have big problems. Trees are down everywhere. Roads blocked, houses crushed, cars damaged. Power is out, indefinitely. Fortunately $DayJob has power and internet. And coffee! But the best estimate I heard for when I'll have power back on at home is ten days. Yikes! I sure hope that's just the worst-case scenario.
But then I read some of the news accounts and I say, New Jersey pretty much looks like the Worst Case Scenario From Hell. The devastation is unbelievable. Everywhere you look, something is destroyed.
And it looks like Halloween might be cancelled for the second year in a row.
Fortunately it isn't as cold as last time. So at least we won't freeze
in the dark. And with my FiOS out I won't have to listen to any more political
robocalls. Hey, that's one silver lining!
Our computer room air conditioning is back online.
I think that made Jillian happy.
How about you? Didja miss me?
Since the blog was down I'm extending my "double your donation to Mitt Romney"
offer until midnight tonight. Click that donate button up there in the left
corner and I'll match your donations (up to the legal limit). Send Chris's
money to Mitt! It's easy and it's fun!
And... I'm back. Hope Nadz and Rich (and Myron) kept you folks entertained. From the drive-by's I did through the comments it seems like quite a lively discussion or three broke out in my absence.
Cool. And thanks. I knew those guys wouldn't let me down.
Sophie and I spent two weeks playing golf. Mini-golf, to be exact. It's all she wanted to do.
"Hey Sophie, let's go to the beach today."
"Can we play golf first?"
There was one day, I think it was a Tuesday, we played seven rounds of mini-golf. Dad never embraced cocktail hour quite like he did on that day! Which leaves me to wonder. Why isn't there a kid selling beer at these places? He'd make a killing. Trust me.
In between mini-golf we biked, pretty much everywhere. And out of the blue one day Sophie says to me "Dad, this is the car I want you to buy me when I go off to college" as she points to that little green number you see in the picture to the left.
And so it begins...
Yes, we did eventually get to the beach, and it was delightful. I really needed that vacation. Did I miss anything important? I understand that Obama fellow channeled Fauxcahontas? Yeah, my business, the government built that. Sure. Of course it did. Any schmuck with a PHD in puppetry could do what I do, when Obama is at his side!
Next thing you know he'll be telling welfare recipients they don't have to work anymore. The government will do the work for them. Or something. Dig a hole, fill it in again. The guy with the clipboard has your ObamaVoucher, good for one free meal at the Taco Bell of your choice.
Except for the one down the road in West Caldwell. While I was gone it closed. Bummer. Say what you will, mock me if you must, but I like Taco Bell. Word is they're gonna bulldoze it for a parking lot for the new Shop Rite. Progress.
But not unprecedented. Remember last summer when I took a little vacation and Nadz pinch-hit here at the blog?
Well, he's baaack! And already pining for the salad days of Jimmy Carter. Sorry, Carter 2.0 was the best case scenario, and that ship has sailed.
Anyway, it's time for another Wy-cation from blogging. And to double your fun, joining Nadz this year will be a second liberal friend, Rich Stelt.
Why, you may ask, do I turn my blog over to liberals?
Three reasons. They're both really good friends. They're both really smart dudes. And (this is key) it's good to hear opposing viewpoints once in a while. It helps us to sharpen our game.
"Stupid people surround themselves with smart people. Smart people surround themselves with smart people who disagree with them."
I'd like to think I'm not stupid. I know you guys aren't.
So keep an open mind. And don't freak out.
I've always believed in a pretty free-wheeling comment policy. I give most folks wide latitude because I enjoy a good debate as much as the next guy.
Unfortunately recent events necessitate a re-iteration of some basic rules of decorum.
Commenting here is a privilege, not a right. You can have all the "free speech" you want … at your own blog. But when you're here, it's my way or the highway.
No trolling. No personal attacks. No flame wars. Keep the discussion on topic. There are plenty of respectable adjectives in the dictionary, try to minimize the vulgarity. And I absolutely will not tolerate repeated flogging of the same tired old dead horse. Make your point, then move on. Pedantry is tedious, and it pisses me off.
In short, don't be a jerk.
I reserve the right to delete any comment. I will always delete comments that discuss deletions. If you have a problem with that, email me. Maybe we can work something out. Then again, maybe we can't.
Sometimes your comments are held for moderation. That's up to Disqus, based on an arcane algorithm of their choosing. I check the moderation queue at least once a day. So be patient. Sometimes your comment is flagged as spam. Again, that's something over which I have no control. I check the spam folder when I remember to, you can always email me to move that process along.
If these simple rules don't work for you, it's really no skin off my nose.
There are approximately 800 quadrillion blogs on the Intertubes. I'm sure
you can find one that suits your fancy. Don't let the door hit you in the
ass on the way out.
Perhaps National Day of Blogger Silence is a misnomer. We won't be silenced! But we will be focused. Focused like a laser on the nefarious antics of Brett Kimberlin and his demented army of thugs. And not, as our political associates would like, on the things they care about, such as elections and fundraising.
Why? So our elected representatives will take notice of our plight, and bring the auspices of their good offices to bear on our behalf.
It's called petitioning our government for a redress of grievances and it too is a fundamental right of all who embrace Liberty and Freedom.
Thank you gentlemen. You understand the value of free speech to the foundations of our Republic.
Some of you will say, "oy vey, another blog war?" and move on. And if this was merely a war of words I'd agree. But sadly, it's so much more.
Kimberlin's cronies went after Ali Akbar's mother. Even if you're not sure where the line is, attacking mom is pretty far across it.
Kimberlin uses lawfare and SLAPP lawsuits to silence his critics, because he can't counter with facts and actual arguments. His dissembling has already resulted in blogger Aaron Walker being jailed, and enjoined from blogging for six months. Yeah, that pesky First Amendment, it doesn't apply to mere bloggers.
But it gets worse. Far and away the Kimberlin crowd's favorite weapon is SWAT-ting.
These hoaxes occur "when a perpetrator contacts local police to report a violent incident at a target's home." Callers disguise their true identities and locations in order to provoke a potentially deadly SWAT/police response descending upon the targets' homes.
As online conservatives and now ABC News have reported, recent SWAT-ting victims include New Jersey-based Mike Stack, a blogger and Twitter user targeted last summer after helping to expose disgraced former N.Y. Democratic Rep. Anthony Weiners shady social activities; California blogger Patrick Frey, a deputy district attorney at Los Angeles County District Attorneys Office who recently posted a bone-chilling account and audio of his summer 2011 SWATting at his blog, Patterico.com; and CNN Contributor and RedState.com managing editor Erick Erickson, whose Georgia home was targeted by a faker claiming an "accidental shooting" there late last month.
This isn't a blog war; it's domestic terrorism. The FBI ought to be involved. And they would be, of course, if the targets were any of the typical liberal "victim" groups who've translated their vacuous whinging into official governmental protection from "dangerous right-wing bogeymen."
There's no left-vs-right angle to Free Speech. Either you have it, or you
don't. That's why our elected representatives need to act, and act now.
The Constitution they swore to uphold is under attack.
I blog for fun (mostly). Yes I'm political, and yes I'm provocative, but absent the occasional nutjob emailer I guess I'm not important enough to get the whackos really fired up. Which is fine by me.
Other bloggers aren't so lucky. Robert Stacy McCain was recently forced to flee his home, and go into hiding with his wife and children. Why? Because a left-wing "activist" named Brett Kimberlin didn't like Stacy digging into his past.
Stacy's a tenacious old cuss though, and he's taking the fight to the enemy, albeit from an "undisclosed location." Interestingly he's used the old-school spycraft technique of a "barium meal" to apparently out one of Kimberlin's online personas.
Both Patrick Frey and Aaron Worthing had expressed suspicion that Kimberlin is "Breitbart Unmasked," a site no honest person should ever link, but which has proven to be a sturdy rope with which Kimberlin has now hanged himself. Why? Because, you see, there were some elements in my small slice of this story that I have never disclosed online — key facts that only lying felon Brett Kimberlin could have known — which appeared in the false "Breitbart Unmasked" attack on me.
Given that "Breitbart Unmasked" has in recent months been used to publish smear after smear against various of Kimberlin's enemies, this attack on me therefore provides crucial evidence indicating that, while Kimberlin claimed these law-abiding citizens were "harassing" or "stalking" him, quite the reverse is true.
As Glenn Reynolds put it, trying to out-crazy Stacy McCain is not going to end well. If anything it's caused many, many bloggers to look into just who Brett Kimberlin is. And what we've found is downright scary.
Kimberlin has engaged in a prolonged systematic smear campaign against a coterie of right-wing bloggers.
Read Patterico's bone-chilling story. I'll wait.
[I]f we allow our friends to be picked off one by one, we will all be picked off. It is imperative that we stand together, and face this together as a united front.
Hang in there Stacy. The cavalry is here.
Five years. Five years ago today I started this blog.
Stats — 2385 posts, a little over 800,000 hits, almost 1,300 Twitter followers, and my Networked Blogs / Facebook "likes" stuck at 99. Would it be too much to ask for one more Facebook liker? Just one. Please?
Click the damn button!
Or maybe it's stuck at 99. Kinda like the odometer on an old Pinto.
I used to obsess about my stats. Now I'm calmer. Or so the voices in my head tell me.
Rambling, I am.
Glad you're here though. Five years is a long time. On the internet it's an eternity, considering the click-click-click and click some more mantra of most web surfers. (Do we still call people "web surfers?" Or is there a new, hip term now? Nobody ever accused me of being hip!) So thanks for sticking around, and coming back.
Know what's cool? When someone comes up to me in the supermarket and says "love your blog." Alas there's also the "Wysocki, you ignorant slut!" contingent as well; but enough about my wife.
I'm kidding dear!
Looking ahead to the next five years, I hear there's an election coming up. Maybe I'll look into that, in between keeping tabs on Tim Tebow and the Jets. Superbowl here we come! Hey, it'll be in the Meadowlands in 2014; maybe I can score a ticket. I was worried about freezing my butt off since there's no dome, but the Global Warming dudes tell me winter's been canceled until every American buys a Chevy Volt and lives in a solar-powered yurt.
So long as the yurt has WiFi, you'll still have WyBlog.
Bristol Palin has a blog now. She's making the most of it too, calling out Barry's hypocrisy vis-a-vis Sandra Fluke. Because the Gospel According To Bill Maher dictates that when Democrats / Liberals belittle Republican / Conservative women it's funny, and besides you can't be a Real Woman unless you celebrate having an abortion. That's why Ted Kennedy can murder an actual woman yet still be a feminist hero while Rick Santorum and Sarah Palin, who choose to love and care for special needs children, are Enemies Of The State.
You go Bristol, I have a feeling the liberals will throw everything they've got at you and you'll still come up smelling like a rose. Because you've got more class in your little finger than the Obamas have ever had.
And what's up with the news blackout / scrubbing of Malia Obama's spring break fling to Mexico? With twenty-five Secret Service agents in tow? How much did that cost?
Yeah, the Obamas are just like you and me. I'd certainly let my 13 year old daughter go away on spring break by herself. Well maybe, if the taxpayers were picking up the tab, right? And if I could ensure she'd be safe from Eric Holder's drug-dealing gun-running buddies who are already on Felipe Calderon's payroll.
And don't feed me that "we can't talk about the president's kids" malarky. He's got no problem putting them front and center while waxing philosophic about how cool it is they can get abortions without parental consent, unless that Rick Santorum guy gets elected at which point his girls will be locked into chastity belts or something.
Mike Bloomberg's Department of Nannyism has a new slogan — Welcome to New York City, Please Don't Feed The Homeless. Food donations to homeless shelters are now banned in the Big Apple. Why? Because the Food Police can't guarantee they meet Michelle Obama's official low-sodium high-fiber dietary requirements. It's better that the homeless go hungry than be obese.
And of course to a liberal, the only good form of charity is government charity. If people started helping each other, bureaucrats wouldn't have anything to do!
Fear not, Jersey Shore fans! Snooki will be back for the 6th season — "fist pumps and baby bumps" — with the gang who puts the fun in dysfunctional. GTL yes, clubbing, alas no. "I don't want to be one of those moms who's pregnant in a club. It's disgusting."
No dear, it's television.
After this year the U.S. Navy will no longer have an Enterprise, which is why there's a petition to name the next planned carrier, CVN-80, the USS Enterprise. Sign it, because we've gotten into the habit of naming our greatest warships after politicians, and not even dead ones — one of the newest carriers is the USS George H. W. Bush. Look, I voted for the guy, and he was a whole lot better than the current occupant, but nothing named by the U.S. government — not a building, not a scholarship program, certainly not one of the greatest warships built by mankind — should be named after a living person.
Reading that all I could think of was this: re-elect Barry and that carrier will be named the USS Barack Obama so fast our heads will spin. Why not? The presidential naming precedent is already set, and with his Nobel Prize firmly in hand he'll want to get a jump on his legacy.
Unless his feminist brain trust really starts feeling their Cheerios. Then we're probably looking at the USS Sandra Fluke, with an all female crew and birth control pills dispensed in lieu of communion wafers by lesbian chaplains.
Well, it's not like they're planning on having more sex. The feminuts are going on strike. Sex Strike. As in, single women will refuse to have sex with their male partners.
I wonder how the Bishops managed to finally convince them this was a good idea.
Just a quick reminder — my latest #VRWC Report is up at Theo's place. Lots of good stuff in there if I do say so myself.
Let's go to the videotape: Michelle Obama insists Let's Move is not about government telling people what to eat, then tells people what to eat.
Like Johnny Carson used to say, sometimes the jokes just write themselves.
Doing the reporting the MSM won't do, Stacy McCain is at it again, exposing the SXSW secrets of "cousin" Meghan's boobs. Apparently they're in therapy. But only when there aren't any hot college guys hanging around.
Down in Louisiana Governor Bobby Jindal steps up with some sensible energy policy suggestions. Because Barry did ask. Rhetorically, of course. He's smarter than everyone else dontcha know. And who listens to Republicans anyway?
Alright, time for bed. Yes, Daylight Saving Time is annoying me even more
than usual this year. It sucks to get old. I'm cranky. So get off my lawn.