Democratic presidential candidate Barack Obama and his wife Michelle gave $10,772 of the $1.2 million they earned from 2000 through 2004 to charities, or less than 1 percent, according to tax returns for those years released today by his campaign.
The Obamas increased the amount they gave to charity when their income rose in 2005 and 2006 after the Illinois senator published a bestselling book. The $137,622 they gave over those two years amounted to more than 5 percent of their $2.6 million income.
Romney charitable contributions
Tax year Taxable income Charitable donations Donations as % of income
2010 $21.7 million $2.98 million 13.73%
2011 (est) $20.9 million $4 million 19.14%
Nevertheless, the president is very generous with other people’s money and has forged a new standard regarding profligate spending. Perhaps one day he’ll run out of other people’s money. In the mean time, let us enjoy the inflation, a stagnant economy, and welcome our Spanish speaking brothers from the south!
TEHRAN, Iran (AP) — Police have closed down dozens of toy shops for selling Barbie dolls in Iran, part of a decades-long crackdown against “manifestations of Western culture,” the semiofficial Mehr news agency reported Friday.
Barbie dolls are sold wearing swimsuits and miniskirts in a society where women must wear headscarves in public, and men and women are not allowed to swim together.
What a wonderful country to work, live, and worship! Crazy Islamists won’t tolerate anything that is fun. I wonder how big of a porn stash those clerics keep under their mattresses. They think they know what best for their denizens and the rest of us. Now they’re going screw everyone by pushing forward with the nuke program. Israel needs to drop a few bunker busters on those facilities and knock these savages in line. Obama is such a ball-less wonder; his gelatinous spine would never allow such a preemptive move. I guess he’s waiting for the 12th imam as well.
Now, of course, we’re not gonna get ABC News — in a race, by the way, with NBC now. ABC, how about this. We were told ABC had been very concerned about the ethical implications of airing their hit piece on a Republican candidate right before an important primary election. I almost wrenched my back laughing at that, that the ABC suits were in an ethical fight, in a conundrum? I wonder, oh, my God, what to do, what’s the ethical thing to do here? If there was any debate at ABC, it was over when would be the best time to do it so as to cause the most harm. That was the only debate.
I laughed out loud too when I read about ABC’s concern about ethics regarding the airing of Newt’s ex’s rant. Well, who should really feel sorry for her. She’s the one that helped him end his first marriage.
The as-of-yet unnamed product is being referred to as the “Avoid The Ghetto” app by those who are concerned with where it will guide users.
“I’m going to be up in arms about it if it happens,” said Dallas NAACP President Juanita Wallace.
Wallace spent her afternoon at a rally on Martin Luther King Jr. Blvd. and said she felt safe there, but fears the app may project otherwise.
“Can you imagine me not being able to go to MLK Blvd. because my GPS says that’s a dangerous crime area? I can’t even imagine that,” she said.
Juanita Wallace has been sucking on the racial victimization tit too long. What would she do if there wasn’t a race industry to shakedown corporations and the government? The embedded problems of ghetto communities are the real problem, but she won’t breath a word about addressing those issues with solutions; she’d be shooting herself in the foot if she did. The NAACP depends on dysfunctional blacks to continue their patterns of behavior just like personal injury attorneys pray for traffic crashes and slippery sidewalks. Who cares about personal safety that an app would enhance. Remember, these are the same kind of people who will take your firearm away and leave you defenseless. Sadly, the blacks are the ones who end up getting the short end of the stick by being exploited by “leaders” and organizations who ostensibly push for their betterment, but insist that we all hold them to a different standard–a much lower one. Such chicanery costs our nation untold billions of dollars, perpetuates the ghetto lifestyle, and allows a shenanigan like Berry Obama to become president. I know that was probably too much for just an app story, but there it is!
“For the first time, it’s very clear that legislation could have a direct impact on the industry’s ability to do business,” said Jessica Lawrence, the managing director of New York Tech Meetup, a trade organization with 20,000 members that has organized a protest rally in Manhattan on Wednesday. “This has been a wake-up call.”
The foreign copyright infringement is ridiculous. All the knockoffs coming out of China and the internet piracy significantly harm the industries that in turn employ many Americans. For example, just sit through the credits of a movie and read all the names associate with the production of that film. A lot of jobs are created in the production of a movie. Copyright infringement negatively impacts the industry and subsequently diminishes the economic activity that creates jobs through creative endeavors like movie making. Nevertheless, I am no fan of government and mindless legislators who don’t even bother to read the very bills they push through Congress. Watch our elected numb-skulls craft legislation that will kill even more jobs than what the internet piracy alone jeopardized.
My apologies for using the New York times as a source.
The usual caffeine infusion comes from my Mr. Coffee drip coffee maker.
I fill a stainless steel thermos along with a stainless steel mug. I drink it black. It’s a simple calorie-free jolt. The beans I grind myself. Columbia beans from Costco do the job. They used to come in a 3 lbs. bag for 12 bucks. Remember those day? Well, now I pick up a two pound bag with the same leopard logo for the same price. Avoid that Kirkland brand Rowanda red bag of beans—bad stuff.
Time kept on ticking and I wasn’t paying attention. Being deeply ensconced in conversation with wife and child sometimes serves as a time warp. Before I knew it, work beckoned and I couldn’t sit around waiting for the drip-drip to reach demarcation line 10 on the decanter. I guess I could have nuked some water and broke out the French press, but such innovative thinking comes rarely before I have caffeine flowing through my veins. Hedonism over prudence and economy won out and I opted to splurge at Starbucks.
I chided myself for being weak. The rational part of my mind made an attempt to focus on Dunkin’ Donuts coffee as an economically sound alternative to Starbucks. Nevertheless, a venti mocha seemed to overpower my will to economize. Yes, I would ask for whipped cream on the top.
If this picture seems fuzzy and undefined, allow me to add some perspective as far as time is concerned. My current vocation requires my presence at night, so I basically pattern my sleep like the vampires that predated Stephanie Meyer’s novels. I do manage to get some waking hours in the light of day, but for the most part I’m romping around in the dark. I awake when the kids come home from school. So there’s lots of family time, just not much day time.
Getting back to the fancy coffee, I opted for the store over at Wells and North Avenue. It’s one of those larger Starbucks that’s open 24 hours in Chicago. You have the usual retinue students, Old Town dwellers, geeks, bust-outs, and homeless populating the lounge area. The computer notebooks are opened and illuminating the faces of the coffee sippers. I’d see a few serious souls frenetically picking away at the keyboard while most others were casually surfing the web. The computer provides some companionship for those without a companion. Times have really changed with the technology and socializing have certainly evolved or degraded depending on how you look at it. So I take all that in while waiting in line for the drink.
Don’t discount the whole process of making a premium drink. The steaming of the milk, the pressurized boiling water making its way through the ground brown powder and subsequently flowing into a small cappuccino cup, and that swirl of whipped cream on top. The end product is no doubt a treat.
The price turned out to be $4.97 with tax. I convinced myself to pay with plastic; it somehow made the whole transaction less painful as if taking out a five in cold cash would have made any difference. I’m neither poor nor rich, but $4.97 seemed too much for a not-so-simple but simple enough beverage. Just putting the numbers together made me cringe with guilt. For example, two venti mochas and an extra two bucks would have purchase a two pound bag of Colombian beans at Costco—That’s three to four weeks of coffee brewing provisions!
Those thoughts went through my head while sipping the delicious beverage. I know people drink Starbucks every day and pay those kind of prices for the beverage. I just can’t do it. I felt guilty for not prepping my thermos, for forgoing the Dunkin’ Donuts alternative, and succumbing to the decadent allure of Starbucks’ delightful coffee concoctions. I tried minimizing the angst by rationalizing my worth as a human being and justifying that I deserve to treat myself every now and then. However, the economic synapses started firing in my head and I thought about how I could have spend only an extra fifty cents and scored a foot-long over at Subway! Ruminations of more hefty sustenance for my dollar compared to an overpriced beverage now entered my consciousness.
The venti mocha made my mouth happy and woke me up at the same time. Nevertheless, monetary computations continued to nag at me while I walked back to the car. Granted, I wasn’t suffering from a profound sense of guilt. Perhaps the anxiety was more along the lines of the vexation one feels after mistakenly gassing the car with premium instead of regular. No harm or loss is suffered in this instance; you just ended up spending more for a higher-grade product and a dull sensation of dread. In my case, I get the vexation after consciously acquiring the higher-grade liquid.
This mindless maundering may leave one with the impression that I shun the finer delights of life and opt for a spartan existence that is bereft and wanting. Such a conclusion would only affirm that the reader managed to peruse more than three paragraphs or quite possibly had a slow browser/internet connection and continued reading because the link clicked to escape my written dribble wouldn’t load. Whatever the case may be, rest assured that my only motive is to simply rant about expensive beverages that I’d consume more often if they weren’t so pricy. In the meantime, I’ll dream about my Mukka Latte maker that perished after about a years worth of use. Maybe I’ll summon enough courage to buy another one.
Freedom of speech no longer exists in Austria, as definitively proven by the Vienna high court. This week, a judge upheld the conviction against Elisabeth Sabaditsch-Wolff on the following charge: “denigration of religious beliefs of a legally recognized religion.” In simplest terms, this means that Elisabeth Sabaditsch-Wolff speaks the truth about Islam, and in Austria, as in other nations across the Western world currently transitioning to sharia (Islamic law), speaking the truth about Islam is not tolerated, and, more and more, is against the law.
The Islamists wouldn’t have it any other way. It’s strange how fast Europe is falling over backwards to accommodate, but we do the same thing over here for the illegal aliens by pandering to the Latinos. Once a population reaches a certain critical mass, the politicians can’t help but do what they do best–sell us out to the savages.
James Lileks (sub. req.) on why we need to reduce federal spending:
Because that old world is over. . . .
A half-century experiment in draping steamship anchors around the necks of the productive class and expecting them to run a four-minute mile has ended in failure. The confiscation of rights and property, the moral impoverishment of generations caused by the state’s usurpation of parental obligations, the elevation of a credentialed elite that believes academia’s fashions are a worthy substitute for knowledge of history and human nature, and above all the faith in a weightless cipher whose oratorical panache now consists of looking from one teleprompter screen to the other with the enthusiasm of a man watching someone else’s kids play tennis–it’s over, whether you believe in it or not. It cannot be sustained without reducing everyone to penurious equality, crippling the power of the United States, and subsuming the economy to a no-growth future that rations energy.
To which some progressives respond: You say that like it’s a bad thing.
The 17-year-old senior says she cannot believe that she is one of the semifinalists in the highly prestigious Intel Science Competition, in part because she lives in a Bay Shore homeless shelter with her parents, brother, and twin sisters.
The story is short and gives few details. Two things came to my mind: Success was achieved under trying circumstances and Samantha has an intact family (the mother and father are still together for those who forgot what a real family is).
In reality, this young lady has more of a home than all those useless section 8 zombies who wreck havoc our civilization and perpetuate their “lifestyle” from one generation to the next with our government’s blessing.