Guest Blogger: Mr. Scorpio on Palin the Millionaire

Sometimes Mr. Blunt and Cranky happens upon a post that deserves sharing. Thus it is today, with this bit of awesomeness from Internet DJ Mr. Scorpio:

Today, as it just so happens, I found out that Sarah Palin is worth twelve million dollars

Marinate on that thought for a moment: As a person who all but demonstrates the intellectual dexterity of a rusty crankshaft all of the time, she has somehow accumulated twelve million dollars.

Obviously, you don’t need to be smart in order to get rich in America. That much is sure.

Now, how much of that she had before she became America’s most egregious example of poor family planning, I don’t know.

But she’s rich beyond her dreams of avarice now. Scratch that… Her dreams of avarice knows no bounds, as long as there are gaggles of willing rubes for her to grift. Hence, we see her advantage.

Basically, to get rich, all she had to do was invest in a complete lack of scruples. Let’s forget about any moral compass that she may have… It only points toward money.

Just recently, our favorite Wicked Grifter of the North indicated that she may toss her pointed hat into the political ring in some upcoming election. Now we’re talking about a person who’s too moronic to be voted dog catcher, but that’s not going to prevent her from exercising her delusions of grandeur, now is it?

Say whatever you will about this babbling, gun toting wolf murderer, she has a purpose and she has the blindingly stupid belief in herself to achieve that purpose. Personally, I’m aghast that she incoherently blundered her way into accumulating 12 million dollars. This says even less about her than it says about how many people who are walking around today who are willing to give her all of that money.

Many of these people vote, I’m sure of that. And they consistently vote wrong.

Now, I’m not worried for one second that Caribou Barbie is going to stumble into the Oval Office. If she can still operate her lucrative business model in the same way she has for the last six years, getting elected would be too expensive for her and limiting as well.

The grift is on. That’s all that matters. Whatever she does, just remember that no one ever got rich by underestimating the stupidity of the American people.

In Bible Spice’s case, quite the opposite.

Nice takedown of the Sparklemoose, innit? Thanks to the author for allowing this repost. Check out his writing and musical activities.

Mr. Blunt and Cranky

Moore, OK’s City Manager Would Rather See Kids Killed Than Build Storm Shelters to Save Them.

As you know, seven third-graders died in a massive tornado in their elementary school this week: they were suffocated by their school building when it collapsed on them. They died because, and only because, the cheap-ass mother***ers who built their schools decided not to spend money on storm shelters.

Moore’s mayor has seen the light, and is demanding that replacement buildings have storm shelters. One might think that was common sense, and one would be right.

But alas, common sense is anything but common: Moore’s city manager (Steve Eddy) hates the idea: http://www.npr.org/2013/05/23/186171500/okla-officials-toss-around-storm-shelter-issue-after-twister he says that locals don’t like people telling them what to do. Really, Steve? Somebody has to tell you to protect children? Christ on a pogo stick.

He also says that while “you can’t count the value or cost of lives”, “you can count the cost of construction”, and that “homebuilders are influential”. Translation: “it’s better to let kids get killed than it is to spend money to protect them”. Christ on an electric pogo stick.

Mr. Eddy represents everything that is wrong with the Teabaggers and Wingnut “Republicans”: all they care about is slashing services to the community and transferring our tax dollars to their fat-cat buddies. They do. not. care. if our kids die (or if we do). 

Do you care about the lives of children? Here’s Stevie-boy’s phone number: (405) 793-5200.

Let the stupid, heartless bastard know what you think.

Mr. Blunt and Cranky