Wisconsin Representative Paul Ryan (R-1st District) manages, in this video, to budgetarily shred and skewer the Demorats’ ObamaKare directly in front of Mr Obama himself — by using the very things despised and feared most by the Left: facts.

Check the look of disdain and, dare I conjure, naked hatred on the gesicht of The One (Obama’s Note To Self: no White House “holiday” card to Mr Ryan this year). Do I in fact see the Famed Obama Middle Finger proffered to Mr Ryan? — Why yes, I believe I do.

Please watch the video (h/t to The Crank Files):

The Left and Demorats always speak in terms of “sustainability.” ObamaKare is the epitome of unsustainability simply in budgetary terms — much less taking into account the mind-bending societal terms.

“Facts are stubborn things.” – John Adams

BZ

P.S.
And yes, when you’re looking at that video, our actual president truly is that coarse, rude, itinerant and classless. He is arrogant, megalomaniacal, narcissistic. He is literally “giving the finger” to those with whom he disagrees.

People, this is someone you could possibly admire? Anyone still supporting Mr Obama is simply an ignorant Neanderthal.

Let us take a break and go back in time, for a moment, in order to experience a few minutes of true class:

Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers in 1935’s Top Hat.

Here are the lyrics — so please sing along:

Heaven, I’m in heaven
And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak
And I seem to find the happiness I seek
When we’re out together dancing cheek to cheek

Heaven, I’m in heaven
And the cares that hung around me through the week
Seem to vanish like a gambler’s lucky streak
When we’re out together dancing (swinging) cheek to cheek

Oh I love to climb a mountain
And reach the highest peak
But it doesn’t thrill (boot) me half as much
As dancing cheek to cheek

Oh I love to go out fishing
In a river or a creek
But I don’t enjoy it half as much
As dancing cheek to cheek

(Come on and) Dance with me I want my arm(s) about you
That (Those) charm(s) about you
Will carry me through…

(Right up) To heaven, I’m in heaven
And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak
And I seem to find the happiness I seek
When we’re out together dancing, out together dancing (swinging)
Out together dancing cheek to cheek

Our parents and grandparents really did have it right. . .

BZ

Time to leave the wonderful ocean and northern Fornicalia coast and head back home — taking care of some very important personal business first.

Already I miss the place. If I could somehow afford it or wangle it, I’d live here in a heartbeat.

So no post today — we’re on the road again.

BZ

P.S.
What are your favorite “road songs”?

Two days ago we visited the Mendocino County Animal Shelter — as opposed to the Mendocino Humane Society — and came across a dog who, due to overpopulation at the shelter, had to live in the office. His name was Buddy. At first he growled at us because, after all, it was his office.

But there was something in him that just seemed to resonate with us. My wife said: “He would be a great dog.” He was a Fox Terrier / Jack Russell mix. I thought: now there’s a veritable uncontrollable whirlwind if ever there was one.

Two days later we visited again and took him for a walk. He was quite the gentleman.

Two days after that, we were called: we could adopt him.

Driving him down Main Street, he was already recognized by someone in a red VW. “Is that Buddy?” the driver asked. “I’ve walked him. Glad he got adopted!” Another person recognized him on a walk: “That Buddy? He’s a great dog.”

We had already adopted one dog from the Humane Society next door (back in May of 2009) — that was our dog Lilly, documented here. It turns out that, once we acquired her trust (took about two months, though), she was and is a great dog!

That said, it turns out that Teddy appears to be the anti-Fox Terrier. He walks well on lead. He is astoundingly polite. He hasn’t barked even once. We bought him a cat-bed and he’s already made it his own.

He’s already seemed to be making himself “at home” wherever we’ve been. We left the earlier motel where no dogs are allowed, and are now staying two additional nights at another “dog-friendly” motel with direct access to the ocean.

What an amazing little dog.

BZ