BS Analogy 5

The job interview:

I’m here to apply for the Director of Communications position.

Great. First, tell me what you know about our company.

I hate your company and everything about it. I'm here to force you to do things my way.

What is your way? What have you accomplished that should make me think you could do the job?

I don't know what my way is. I named a couple of puppies and scammed a few people. SHUT UP AND LET ME TALK.

I was letting you talk.

I am the only person who ever did anything right in your company.

You haven't done anything in my company.

Doesn’t matter. If I tell people to believe I have, they will believe me. By the way, your CEO sucks, too, except when he does things that I want to take credit for.

You're hired! (Only in the fantasies or delusions of BS supporters.)

Short-sighted, Hat-trick, Preying Candidate Sanders Strikes Again

When Candidate Sanders has spent a couple of years trying to claim credit for everything that the people he criticizes have actually said and done and accomplished, and people are finally checking records and noticing that he has no actual accomplishments other than renaming a couple of post offices, it makes sense that he would scramble to introduce a bill or two. It would probably surprise no thinking person that he would choose something that would appeal to the very people he preys on – uninformed, knee-jerk-petition signers who jump before thinking. 

His gullible soldiers would flood the internet with memes praising him if he announced he was going to make the sun come up tomorrow, or that he supported eating food daily. So, I am not at all surprised that they are praising him for introducing a bill to make Election Day a holiday. Who doesn’t like holidays? Who wouldn’t support this idea even if they had no intention of ever voting for him or anyone? Who would criticize him for this?

I would.

There are a number of other actions that would more effectively protect rights to vote. Even though he stated this is ‘just a first step’, that’s not what his meme pushers are hearing. Nor, are they asking the important questions like why this instead of something more effective like 24-hour polls, mail-in voting, making sure no one has to stand in line to vote, Election Week instead of Election Day? How about getting rid of electronic voting machines that can be easily manipulated? Automatic voter registration for everyone who has a social security number? 

The problem with introducing this bill is that it creates a false illusion, which seems to be the trick Candidate Sanders pulls out of his hat most often. Declaring a day a holiday only ensures people will receive holiday pay; it does not guarantee that people will not have to work that day. Nor do we want everyone to have that day off work. I doubt there is a single person who wants healthcare workers to have that day off. Are hospitalized patients going to be left on their own for the day, or sent home for the day? Do we want fire fighters and law enforcers to get the day off? Can we life without a White Castle for the day?

Refusal to think things through is just one more reason to admit Candidate Sanders is not qualified for the office he seeks. Added to his lack of experience, diplomacy, and honesty, it isn't a very pretty picture.

BS Analogy 4

Bradley's mother put her foot down. The birthday party invitation list would include family only. His brothers would be there and he could invite cousins. That was it. No one else. He could decide if he wanted a sleepover with male cousins only, or a pizza party with the girls. Bradley chose a sleepover.

Since her son shrugged off every attempt to elicit menu or entertainment ideas, Bradley's mother bought salsa and chips (his favorite), popcorn, and pretzels. Even though the party would start after dinner time, she picked up ingredients for chili dogs just in case, and she baked a chocolate cake with chocolate icing (also his favorites). She and Bradley's father rearranged furniture in the basement to make room for corn hole, the game these cousins always ended up playing when they got together.

When asked about Bradley's birthday, his mother told the neighbor across the street that they had decided to go low-key with a small family affair. Finances were tight. Besides, she and her husband were not fans of the way birthday parties had become huge, expensive, out-do everyone else, who can schmooze and get the most gifts, impersonal, often out-of-hand bashes. Their siblings agreed and had all decided to return to family events for birthdays. The neighbor shrugged and said it didn't matter much to her since her kids didn't really like Bradley much anyway.

The next day, the neighbor stood on her front porch, shaking a fist in the air, and screamed about how horrible it was that Bradley's family hated neighbors. She told everyone who would listen that she was the first and only person to think that people spend too much on birthday parties, that her kids had never been friends with Bradley and never wanted to be friends with Bradley. Sensible neighbors scratched their heads and wondered how she could make such ridiculous claims since, for years, many of them had talked about how ridiculous it was that their children were invited to elaborate parties by classmates who obviously were either trying to buy friends, or were just looking for gifts since they had nothing to do with their kids any other time. Why would this neighbor think they were foolish enough to believe she was the first and only person to make such claims?

On the evening of Bradley's party, hours before guests were scheduled to arrive, the obnoxious neighbor's son and three daughters dropped by Bradley's house. When the son picked up the bag of pretzels and started to open them, Bradley's mother took the bag from him and said she planned to serve them later, when the invited guests arrived. The three sister's yelled a bunch about how rude Bradley's mother was.

The brother pumped his fist in the air, shouted and raged, and insisted that she make chili dogs immediately, and he wanted three, with chopped onions and brown mustard, neither of which she had on hand. Again, the sisters told her she was rude for not jumping at his command.

Bradley's father came into the kitchen and told his wife that she should remain positive and polite, and try to accommodate. "But, they crashed the party and they don't even like Bradley," did nothing to change his mind.

  

Bernie Soldiers Practicing to be Tea Party

They sure made this post easy for me. I’ve wanted to do a blog post comparing Sanders and Soldiers (although soldiers isn’t what I call them but, hey, if they want to emulate right-wingers right down to war language*, I’ll call them what they want to be called) like the people who called themselves teabaggers and then threw temper tantrums when people called them teabaggers. Will be interesting to see if the soldiers do the same when we call them what they’re calling themselves in this directive put out by, I’m assuming, the campaign. 

 

In true tea party fashion, Bernie Soldiers have been flooding the internet with misinformation for close to two years now. I’ve watched carefully as they devolved into caps-locked, hash-tagging, bullies** who hate facts and cry up storms that would probably end California’s drought if their tears could only be directed to something more worthwhile than flooding the internet with pure obnoxiousness. 

I can think of few things more disingenuous than using war language – soldiers, battle plan – or encouraging people to spam (well, to be fair, he did say ‘copy and paste that joker’ but it’s the same thing, while encouraging people to be classy and positive. To me, posting facts instead of rhetoric and hashtags, and following rules of grammar would be classier. Original comments that are pertinent to the article that I’m guessing he doesn’t want Sanders Soldiers to bother reading would be classier.

It says a lot, though, that the Sanders General had to call back his Soldiers from continuing to regurgitate hateful lies (that have been discredited repeatedly) about Hillary Clinton. Tells me the Sanders War Machine must finally realize that people are seeing through all that crap, and it’s not working in his favor. How do they stuff that mess back in the bottle after it flooded the internet all this time?

I don’t think they can.

Flood the internet with joy and hope? Does this remind anyone else of the Bush Administration trying to convince people that the Iraqis would welcome us with open arms and flowers? Who sends soldiers to battle with joy and hope? And who reads tripe like this without choking back puke and saying WTF?

*Other people I don’t like who also use war language

**A person who crashes the primary race of a party that he has continuously criticized, and who lies about that party’s sitting President, and claims he is only doing it to force that party to do things the way he wants them done is a bully. It’s no surprise that his followers also bully people on the internet. Show of hands of the people who have had multiple Sanders Soldiers follow them on Twitter so they’ll have easy access to bulling them every time they post support for a real Democrat in the primary. My way or NO way – that’s a bully.


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