Class is in session....homework on the board, apples on my desk.
i really, really like my cats... i guess i have what you might call a petish...
Our socialist President’s reddish
He’s peevish and petulant, pettish
His fear (very strange)
Is about Climate Change
Not Jihadists or Russia (some fetish)
Obama, the wimp, is all pettish,
‘Cause someone discovered his fetish,
He whines at the Mooch,
While munching on pooch,
As he travels by Air Force big jettish.
Williamson nails it. Again.
http://www.nationalreview.com/article/418926/bernie-sanderss-dark-age-economics-kevin-d-williamson
Right now, we are embroiled in a deeply, deeply stupid debate over whether to raise the statutory minimum wage to $15 an hour. (I write “statutory minimum wage” because the real minimum wage is always and everywhere $0.00 an hour, as any unemployed person can confirm for you.) Because everything in the economy is in reality priced relative to everything else, using the machinery of government to monkey around with the number of little green pieces of paper that attaches to an hour’s labor manning the register at 7-Eleven or taking orders at Burger King is, necessarily, an exercise in futility. The underlying hierarchy of values — the relative weighting between six months’ work washing dishes and six months’ tuition at the University of Texas — is not going to change. Prices in markets are not arbitrary — they are reflections of how real people actually value certain goods and services in the real world. Arbitrarily changing the dollar numbers attached to those preferences does not change the underlying reality any more than trimming Cleveland off a map of the United States actually makes Cleveland disappear.
I took my girlfriend Shtacy and her shistah to Sheattle to shee Tom Pettish and the Heartbreakersh
It has been sprinkling off and on since I was on the way home-
Obama tries with no success
To exhibit a sense of humor
But his ever pettish attitude
Only proves it’s just a rumor
No matter what the subject is-
What questions reporters ask
If the emperor doesn’t like it
He will take them all to task
Like the adult brat that he is
His ill nature fits as a glove-
If it weren’t for the koolaid
The mob would show no love...