Most of the time, what’s posted here are (what I believe to be) answers.
Today however, I have mostly questions.
Let’s begin as follows: What moral responsibilities, if any, do those of us in wealthy countries have to accept new immigrants from less-developed nations?
More specifically, should we make distinctions for political refugees versus those who immigrate entirely because of greater economic opportunities on the opposite side of the border? And to be even more specific, what about stateless refugees from war-torn areas, or those facing severe persecution back at home? What if an undocumented immigrant is fleeing a life-or-death crisis? What about religions and ethnic conflicts such as Sunnis fleeing Shias, or Shias fleeing Sunnis? Under any circumstances should illegals be forcibly returned to their homeland, and if so, when and where?
These are critically important questions facing many, mostly Western nations right now, with no easy answers.
The assholes of America have found their ideal candidate.
He embodies their deepest-rooted fears. He plays to their crazed phobias and nuttiest conspiracy theories. He exploits their frantic desperation for simple answers to complex problems. He’s the grotesque political pathogen of mass ignorance. Like them, he’s every bit as mean, as crude, as juvenile, as xenophobic, and overtly as sexist and as racist as they are — only worse.
Meet Donald J. Trump, the current Republican Party presidential front runner — otherwise known as the baron of bankruptcies, the oligarch of opportunism, pharaoh of fraud, the prince of pricks, and the asshole of all assholes.
Take a bow, sir!
Online poker vs. online trading……guess which one is illegal.
It’s still way too early, but it looks like the American stock market is about to take another nose dive.
At the time of this writing, investors stand to lose about $65 billion in total value on what’s being called “Black Monday.” Never mind that recent “profits” were an illusion, a money mirage, nothing more than a incendiary balloon loaded full of false hope and hot air, vulverable to explosion.
Sixty-five billion dollars evaporated. Within about an hour, right after the market opened and while most of the West Coast was still slumbering in bed. That’s comes out to about $300 for every adult living in this country. That’s more than the entire net worth of all 32 teams in the National Football League combined (valued at $60 billion). Then again, just to give some added perspective about how ridiculously out of control military entitlement defense spending has become, that doesn’t begin to cover the cost of the F-22 Raptor fighter aircraft program (which is estimated at $79.2 billion and could soar higher). The market still needs to drop another $14.5 billion in value, and then the losses will catch up to what those planes are going to set back the taxpayer while American infrastructure continues to crumble.
Admittedly, I would make a lousy political strategist.
I have no concept of how to appeal to the “average voter.” I have no clue as to why the dopes and dummies of the broad electorate continue electing politicians who consistently act against the best interests of the American working class. Call me an elitist — at least, I’ll admit it. Anytime I hear a candidate — any candidate of either party — saying, “let’s make America great again,” I scream at the television, “HOW?” That’s not a plan you ass jokers, “making America great again” — that’s pandering to the lowest common jingoistic denominator. Pandering, patronizing, and frankly pathetic. Yet, dip shit voters lap up contrived campaign patriotism like thirsty basset hounds.
With the 2016 presidential campaign already in full swing, the only thing missing at the moment appears to be to genuine enthusiasm for Hillary Clinton.
No one seems to be excited about her candidacy, not even hard-core Democrats and former Clintonites. She’s become like the boring real estate agent standing around holding a glass of cheap chardonnay who somehow got invited to the cocktail party, the one common bond inking all the guests as disinterested eyes wander the room, desperate to break away in search of a better conversation.
So nice to see you again, Mrs. Clinton, how you doing? I heard Joe Biden is coming — did he arrive yet? Oh wait, is that Bernie Sanders there across the room? Excuse me, see ya’ later.
Could Hillary Clinton already be doomed?