Over the weekend we were treated to the height of Democratic hypocrisy, and the stars are none other than our old friend Billy Jaye, (We miss ole Bubba!), and Senate Majority Leader Harry (Squeaky), Reid.

In a new book called “Game Change,” written by Mark Halperin of Time Magazine, and John Heilemann of the New Yorker, both esteemed liberal mags, there are some typical hypocritical white liberal quotes, and the thing I’m amazed at is that they were published at all.

This is the kind of backroom speak that goes on in Washington, New York, Boston, Los Angeles, and many other liberal strongholds, that usually is not repeated in public.

Over the Christmas holidays I attended, (after death threats by my wife), a large corporate gathering where all the top dogs backed the Obamessiah for the election over a year ago. I can tell you that these same people would never let black people live in their neighborhood, and that they have used all kinds of hidden pressure to insure it won’t happen. They mouth all the slogans of the moment, and talk a mean game, but reality is something far more different. It isn’t just me who noticed this hypocrisy.My daughter picked up on this stuff in her freshman year in high school when she attended events and parties at some of the McMansions around the area.

In the book, ole Billy Jaye is talking to Teddy, trying to get him to back Miz Hillary, and he tells Teddy that, “come on, a couple of years ago this guy, (Obama), would have been getting us coffee.” The story is that this quote so offended Kennedy that he quickly endorsed Barack.

Squeaky Reid was quoted as saying that the Obamessiah was an ideal candidate because he was “a light skinned black man with no Negro dialect, unless he wanted one.” This morning I watched in amazement as the NAACP came to Reid’s defense, saying he had apologized, or misspoke, or had been “awkward,” take your pick. Democratic leaders, including the Obamessiah, all seem to have the same talking points.

This is in stark contrast to when they went after the former Senate Majority Leader, Trent Lott, who was forced to resign for his remarks. Senator Diane Feinstein said that when Lott made his remarks, “I saw no other Democrats jumping out there and condemning Senator Lott.” This is in direct conflict with a statement she made in 2002, according to a news report. “This statement casts a dark shadow over Senator Lott’s ability to be a credible party leader.”

Squeaky also piped in, as quoted in the Las Vegas Review-Journal, “Mr. Lott’s remarks are not good for the country; it’s repugnant.” He also said Lott had “no alternative but to resign, because he had dug himself a hole.”

And I would be remiss if I didn’t include remarks from Lt Cmdr Dithers, (John Kerry), who said, “I simply do not believe the country can today afford to have someone who has made these statements again and again be the leader of the United States Senate.” That quote came from the Boston Globe.

Let’s get in the time machine and go back to back to the famous remarks of Tricky Dick’s Attorney General John Mitchell, who has been dirt napping for a spell. Big John said, “Don’t pay any attention to what we say, watch what we do.” He was referring to the Nixon administration at the time.

Indeed, we are watching; Bubba, Squeaky, Diane, John Boy, and all the rest of you sanctimonious hypocrites. November is only 10 short months away, and there will be nowhere to hide.

I’m thinking of building a carny game. The contestants will get a Mace Pepper Gun, and will stand 20 feet away from the targets, which will be Squeaky, Diane, John Boy, Little Al (Franken) Fat Al (Gore), and I probably should include Bill Maher and Jeanine Garafolo, maybe Fat Mike (Moore), there just isn’t any end to candidates.

http://www.bigkahunasecurity.com/mace-pepper-gun.htm

You payze your ten bucks, (I am a capitalist), and you get a shot at your favorite liberal pig. If you make ‘em holler, you get a free shot at another. Now who wouldn’t be happy with that twofer?

Now maybe I could mix in a few local mooks too. Just your every day car jackers, burglars, rapists, murderers, pedophiles, and so on. Then I could add a terrorist or two if you were willing to go for twenty bucks.

I could keep a data file on what people wanted to shoot at most, local mooks, current politicians, or terrorists. I’m betting most folks would rather shoot at Fat Al and Squeaky over everybody else. Gina here in the office says John Boy would win, and Hank in the warehouse wants to use real bullets. (Maybe I’ll have to back the contestants up a hair.)

No…much as that would be fun, it just wouldn’t work. (Funeral costs have skyrocketed.)

But remember, having a Mace Pepper Gun in your pocket is smart business, and I’d go so far as to say it’s therapeutic.

Stay aware, alert, and have a plan.

Aloha kaua,

Nui (Big) Kahuna

Just finished reading a tear jerking piece about Democratic Senators who are going to retire rather than face re-election fights for the first time in their lives.

You may already know that some of these inglorious bastards couldn’t get elected Dogcatcher in their home states after blindly voting for whatever the Obamessiah had on his socialist agenda, including the soon to be catastrophic health care reform.

But before they go, they’ll still have the time and inclination to pass cap and trade, a piece of legislation even more heinous than the alleged health care reform.

Today’s story was accompanied by a photo of the young daughter of Chris Dodd comforting her father after he delivered a self serving speech about how it was time to ride off into the sunset. (To a mansion he purchased after getting a sweetheart loan from the now defunct Countrywide Mortgage.) Dodd was running behind Linda McMahon, daughter of the Wrassler, for god’s sake. The Hartford Courier called him a “SLEAZEBALL” in a newspaper headline. And anybody who has lived in this area knows that he is also a drunk, and one of the towns elite abusers. But being a staunch liberal buys a lot of protection here, and that certainly doesn’t look like its going to change anytime soon.

Dorgan of North Dakota was also running behind many a 4H club prize pig, and his political life expectancy was about the same. The voters put him on the scale, took note of his dead weight, and said he looked like he would make some good head cheese.

Blanche Lincoln is in trouble in Clintonia, Harry Reid is as good as dead in Nevada, and we could only hope more of these sonsabitches were up for election this year.

Ben Nelson is a dead man walking in Nebraska whenever he comes up.

Unfortunately for us, Al Franken will be around for another 5 years, the gift of the old commies from Minnesota. Franken, who failed at everything else he ever did, turned to the government for a job, and got his wish.

While the journalists pontificate on how long gun toting NBA players should be suspended, the political elites ignore our national security, give foreign terrorists Miranda rights and attorneys, and bow to Arab kings. Personally, I don’t give a ratz ass about Gilbert Arenas storing his guns at work, but I do care that the borders are still wide open, and that I will have to pay health care costs for every Tom, Dick, and Harry that walks across the river. And I care that Obama wants to turn us into Kenya. (Where he was born.)

Call me any name you want. (I prefer monochromatic tea bagger, coined by the tall, leggy, dumb blonde, Chris (Tingle) Matthews, who has an orgasm whenever the Obamessiah speaks.) You can shorten it to the Big MTB on the street.

What I’d really like is to walk in to these people’s inner sanctums in my BVD’s and boots, (a very hip look), and give them some volts from Double Trouble, (about 1.2 million of them), and ask them very gently about their votes on certain issues. Then I would persuade them to cast their vote for what the people really want. Then I would have some pictures taken of me and the Senator in question. (For the fashion mags, of course.)

I think a picture of Chris Dodd’s face about 3 seconds in to a good jolt would make a marvelous cover.

I just haven’t figured out who would have to do the cleanup on Aisle 3. And I wouldn’t want to hit him on Bean Soup day, that could make Katrina look like a heavy wind.

Things are fairly calm here right now. Severe cold puts a damper on crime, but you can expect things to pick up shortly as Fat Al is scheduled to bring his Hot Air Express into the area shortly.

But with Double Trouble in your pocket you can help a mook set a new broad jump record. (I’ll have to check on whether that would be considered wind aided.)

http://www.bigkahunasecurity.com/doubletroublestungun.htm

Stay aware, alert, and have a plan.

Aloha kaua,

Nui (Big) Kahuna

Over da hollydaze I was working on a few things to make Big Kahuna a little more fun and interactive, and yesterday Wally the Web Guy, (that’s the guy who is responsible for all things technical), sent me the word that a couple of new features are ready to roll.

The Big Kahuna Blog has now become the first page of the website, which gives everybody who comes a chance to read my rumblings and grousing without looking for it.

Under my blogging, you can now feel free to comment, or leave any message you like. Many of you send me emails containing all sorts of good stuff, and now you can post these for everyone to see. If you have something containing a a good story, or link to something funny, you can now post it here so the entire Kahuna Kommunity can have a laugh too.

On the left hand side of the blog you’ll find a new feature, The Free Speech Wall. This is where you can come in and say what’s on your mind. I’m going to be fairly liberal when it comes to what can be posted here, as long as it doesn’t get too crazy, in which case I will exercise my right to edit, which means I will delete anybody who tries to imitate Fat Al Gore, or Katie Couric. (Anybody notice that Ivy League Professor look Katie’s been going for lately?)

So here’s how it should work. You wanna share politics, religion, whiskey, sex, guns, ammo, and personal protection views, do it on the blog in the comments section. If ya wanna just shout any old thing, (NAMBLA members need not apply), do it on the wall. That’s the North American Man Boy Love Association, which is, I believe, represented by one of Obama’s czars. Probably a Harvard graduate.

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Stay aware, alert, and have a plan.

Aloha kaua,

Nui (Big) Kahuna

During the holidays, while Commander Dithers was in Hawaii, on yet another luxury vacation, I had a lot of time to think about jihadists, or what we now know as BVD bombers. These sad, unfortunate young men, who could be cured by a smidge of horizontal bopping, unfortunately hook up with beady eyed imams who have more problems than a team of shrinks could undo in a lifetime of work.

These mullahs have sphincters so tight that you could use them to crack walnuts with a single grunt, and they devise all kinds of ways for someone other than their cowardly selves to blow up. Sort of begs the question, if martyrdom is such a beautiful thing, why aren’t the old bastards first in line?

So the first thing we need to do is bring back racial profiling. That’s right, open the closet, dust it off, and put it back on the shelf where it can be checked out and used when appropriate.

So when is it appropriate? Anytime, anywhere, and on anyone, to make it simple.

If you are coming to the United States from anywhere, you are guilty until proven innocent. If you are in the United States, and you are not a citizen, you are a suspect, with no civil liberties, just like Americans are treated everywhere else in the world.

I know this will have the White House, the Attorney General, and the New York Times gasping for air, but when the next bombing occurs, let’s prosecute them for being co-conspirators too, and put them all on the “no fly” list, especially if it’s to Martha’s Vineyard, or Hawaii.

If they want to fly to Saudia Arabia, Yemen, Pakistan, by all means get them on the plane, hell, send them first class, just lose that return ticket. I’m sure they can find a job making soccer balls, or something important.

Or how about this? If you’re from Saudia Arabia, Yemen, Syria, Egypt, or any of these other terrorist countries, you just can’t have a visa, period. You can’t come for any reason. No student visas, no tourist visas, no visas at all. Stay home, or visit Somalia, or the Sudan, we don’t have room for you here.

Right here in Virginia, just miles from where I live, the Saudi Academy continues to teach jihad right under the nose of Commander Dithers. They promised to stop years ago, but nobody ever checks on them to see whether they have complied. (They haven’t.) The Saudi government continues to fund jihad around the world, including right here.

Howz about we send them all home? If we just UPS them back to where they came from, we wouldn’t have to search old ladies in wheelchairs, and subject citizens to pissing their pants on the last hour of flights.

But even more sinister, I suggest we make their BVD bombs. The thing we don’t tell them is, that the bomb won’t kill them. It will cause them some amount of distress, maybe even pain, but it won’t kill them. We strap them up with what I like to call Wildfire bombs, complete with GPS units, so we know where they are at all times. We let them into the airport, even the boarding area. Then, about ten minutes before boarding, we set the Wildfire bomb off.

The bomb is carefully designed to hit the sphincter first, getting it good and hot. Then it sprays behind his ballz, and then it coats his entire BVD area, and then everyone is alerted to watch the meltdown, and cheer “God is great!” while the bomber thinks he is dying. The whole thing is captured by YouTube and beamed around the world.

Letz just see how many volunteers they have after that. (Especially after the close ups.)

In honor of this faboo idea you can get 10% off all Wildfire products until Sunday.

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Stay aware, alert, and have a plan.

Aloha kaua,

Nui (Big) Kahuna