Ian Stirling Ireland Lang Simeone Celsius Welch

I wise adage slightly adapted. If you are what you eat, then certainly you are what you blogroll, hence the collective entity that is this title.

I will have my next Coming To America post up within the next week, but until then, I want to make it clear that war has broken out. What war? My war with the hypocritical Left/left and front and center in that war is the namesake of this blog post. I’m sick and tired of these lamb burgers and their pugnacious preening so I’m going to metaphorically Smash Mouth them. They’ve had it coming for quite some time now, and I’m also going to rip this affiliation, however tight or loose it is, a new one that’ll make the TSA antics an enjoyable massage in comparison.

This Jane Hamster FDL collective will be held to account and raked over the coals for their hypocrisy that White Americans should be marched off to gas chambers because of alleged White Americans’ unflagging support, and approval, of the U.S. Military yet these numbnuts provide blogrolls that endorse the likes of Pat Lang who is the former American Director of Human Intelligence meaning he’s no doubt, being the hard-hearted empath he emphatically and boastfully claims to be, engaged in all manner of sadistic connivance and if that’s not approval and support, linking to and endorsing a de facto torturer and murderer’s blog, than nothing is.

The Welch’s have been drinking too much grape juice. They want to cart poor White apolitical hairdressers from Shasta, California off to the gas chambers to pay for the sins of the Oligarchs while they suck the ass of torturers and murderers. They’re going to own up to their hypocrisy — or maybe not — feckless, pompously-parading, holier-than-thou, lamb burger jellyrolls like this really aren’t capable of self-reflection and introspection, so they’ll continue unabated in capturing any Wayward Sons and returning them to the fold for punishment or reconditioning. Make no mistake though, these people are not your friends.

I dare you to knock this battery off my shoulder. Oh, Cold is going to, don’t you worry.

 

Also, anyone who has any information on this mfi (Mark from Ireland) character, I’d appreciate it. I want him fully exposed. Ordinarily, I don’t care about someone’s identity if they want to remain anonymous, but when they start claiming credentials and accomplishments and drawing attention to themselves as an authority and others defer to them as an authority, well, to me, you then forfeit your anonymity because for me to take your credentials seriously, I have to be able to validate and verify. If you have information about who and what this cretin is, please comment accordingly. Ian has provided him cover and protection as he’s done for Pat Lang. I want to investigate whether there’s a nexus. Lang claims to control a network of analysts. Are mfi and Welch part of this network? If not, they should be, but in the least, since they approve of and endorse Pat Lang, they are stark hypocrites considering their culpability/responsibility argument. What is the Riesen for this post, you might still be asking. Here’s the Riesen why, and it’s a good Riesen, I’m sure you’ll agree. Tell me this isn’t Ian Welch when he was young and that he wasn’t a Lang project all along. It’s right here, in living color.

And Lisa Simeone, you are connected to Pat Lang via Ian Welch. Blogrolls are endorsements, and since you have Ian Welch on your blogroll and Ian has Pat Lang on his blogroll, you’re indirectly endorsing Pat Lang, and as such, you negate any credibility you otherwise might have had. Take a look at the margins of this blog. You will not find a blogroll. Any link I use in my blog posts is for informational purposes only and I do not endorse any blogs.

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8 thoughts on “Ian Stirling Ireland Lang Simeone Celsius Welch

  1. Q. Shtik, I’m not sure if you’ve been released from the mental hospital yet after my taking you to task over “your” versus “you’re” in a previous thread, but perchance you are back from your hiatus, I would appreciate your opinion on a certain grammatical matter. This touches on a discussion we had in an earlier thread about compound word insults for which there is no official guidance or ruling(s). If you recollect, we decided as the residential experts (and clowns to some) that insults like scum bag and horse shit should henceforth be one word so it should read scumbag and horseshit.

    Should I apply this rule of thumb we’ve collaborated on together and do the same for the the insult lamb burger? I know you may have never heard this insult before, and truthfully, neither have I. It just came to me in a dream last night, so in keeping with one of the themes of this blog, let’s rule on yet another original content item exclusive to Catcher In The Lie.

    I want to make the insult all one word but I’m not sure how to go about it. Lamb ends with a b (not the Moon of Alabama variety) and burger begins with a b so if we combine both words into one and don’t drop any letters it leaves us with lambburger — which doesn’t look appealing to me (not in written form at least, but from a culinary perspective I find it highly appetizing). Should we drop one of the b’s so we get lamburger? I’m thinking the latter, but I value your opinion in these matters and I don’t want to proceed without your vote, so for now I’m leaving it as lamb burger, a compound word insult.

    Thanks for your time in advance if you’re out of your straight jacket. If not, enjoy the rest of your binding reprieve and I look forward to your guiding opinion when you return and are able to stretch your arms.

  2. Some wackadoo, but not surprising considering the source, assertions from Ian Welch. Methinks he had one too many of Mrs. Lang’s Storck Chocolate Riesens. Here’s what I’m talking about from his latest blog post here.

    George Bush was a great man (he changed the nature of his country and made it stick)

    Hitler and Osama Bin Laden were great men. They also had great gifts: it is jejeune to not admit, for example, that Hitler was a great orator, one of the greatest in the 20th century. Without his great gifts, he would have been far less dangerous.

    That last sentence jumps out at me. To me it reads “he sure is articulate for a nigger, isn’t he?” Those on the Left/left are like that. Black folks can walk amongst them if they use all the right words in all the right, and wrong, ways. Like the word jejeune, even though jejeune isn’t a word. Jejune is a word, so maybe that’s what Welch meant. Don’t you love it when jejune calls out jejeune as Welch has done in this comment and the blog post from which it was extracted? Talk about pot calling kettle black, Welch is about as jejune (dry and uninteresting) as they come. The irony. The irony.

    Kingsley Amis called the substitution of “jejeune” for “jejune” his “favourite solecism of all time.” In a passage from his book The King’s English, Amis gives a fictional reconstruction of the life history of this unusual eggcorn, positing three English speakers, A, B, and C:

    Stage 1: A writes: “His arguments are unoriginal and jejune” (A knows that ‘jejune’ means ‘thin, unsatisfying’, a rare word, admittedly, but one with a nice ring to it).

    Stage 2: B notices the nice ring. He doesn’t know what the word means and, of course, wouldn’t dream of consulting a dictionary even if he possessed one. There is something vaguely French as well as nice about the ring to ‘jejune’; in fact, now he comes to think of it, it reminds him of ‘jeune’, which he knows means ‘young’. Peering at the context, he sees that ‘jejune’ could mean, if not exactly ‘young’, then something like ‘un-grown-up, immature, callow’. Hooray! – he’s always needing words for that, and here’s a new one, one of superior quality, too.

    Stage 3: B starts writing stuff like “much of the dialogue is jejune, in fact downright childish.” With the latest edition of OED giving ‘peurile’ as a sense of ‘jejune’, the story might be thought to be over, but there is one further stage.

    Stage 4: Having ‘jeune’ in their heads, people who have never seen the word in print start pronouncing ‘jejune’ not as ‘djiJOON’ but ‘zherZHERN’, in the apparent belief that French people always give a tiny stutter when they say ‘jeune’. (I have heard ‘zherZHERN’ several times in the last few years). Finally C takes the inevitable step of writing ‘jejeune’ (I have seen several examples) or even, just that much better: “Although the actual arguments are a little jéjeune, the staging of the mass scenes are {sic} impressive.” Italics in original! – which, with the newly acquired acute accent in place set the seal on the deportation of an English word into French, surely a unique event.

    There’s still more wackadoo from Welch and yes, it only gets worse. The lengths feigning intellectuals on the Left/left will go to to not appear jejune is staggering.

    In the same regard, I can admire the pre-9/11 Taliban for their apparent genuine belief: their actions were in accord with their theology. I can admire them for all but eradicating the opium crops and for bringing peace to most of the country.

    Or how about this:

    I can admire, likewise, the fighting ability of ISIL and, to a lesser extent, their belief. I can admire the breadth of the dream of creating a new caliphate.

    And this:

    For that matter, I can admire Putin’s abilities

    He’s left so many off the list, though. What about Jack The Ripper? How about Henry Lee Lucas who was the only person to bizarrely have his sentence commuted under George W. Bush who was a noted zealous executioner (under his leadership, Texas executed 152 prisoners, more than any previous governor in modern American history) whilst Governor of Texas. Surely these fine folks are as worthy of admiration as those on the list Welch has cobbled together, right?

    I find Welch’s jejune musings about who he does and doesn’t admire — amusing, just as he finds this blog post amusing.

  3. Unless I forget, for all of you who are tuning in, and there are quite a few Left/left sheep who are at Welch’s amused behest, in the previous thread, if you don’t find it too jejune (some more sophisticated bloggers refer to it as jejeune) for your taste or lack of taste, I have elaborated somewhat on this blog post in the comments to that previous blog post here and here. No doubt Ian Ireland Welch admires the work of the Magdalene Laundry nuns and defrocked Father Oliver O’Grady, so they should be added to the roster of The Admiration Society Welch is creating.

  4. You sir or madam, are completely unhinged. May I suggest a long stay at McLean’s mental hospital or a jump off a bridge? I prefer you do the latter, but the former would work as well.

    • Well, if I was anything like Ian Welch, I’d either delete or overwrite your post, but I’m not like Welch — I truly believe in freedom of speech and expression so long as that speech and expression doesn’t impinge upon the freedom of speech and expression of others. In that sense, your comment is welcome and appreciated because you reminded me of the venerable McLean — and this book review I read so many years ago. I never did get around to reading Beam’s book, though, so maybe I’ll now find the time. I did see the movie Girl, Interrupted starring Winona Ryder and I enjoyed it. I like Winona Ryder as an actress and I like that she’s a shoplifter.

      Here’s the book review for those not familiar with McLean.

      The Thoroughbred Crazies

      ”CLAYMOORE is a top-notch place,” the psychiatrist tells a suicidal Winona Ryder at the start of the movie ”Girl, Interrupted,” urging her to commit herself to a nearby asylum with a national reputation. ”A lot of people go there — even writers. Like you!” Now that depression has become a literary subgenre, with confessional memoirs of the self-consciously despondent topping the charts, it would be hard to think of a more persuasive marketing campaign for a mental hospital. Claymoore is in fact McLean, in Belmont, Mass., where Susanna Kaysen, author of the best-selling book on which the film is based, spent nearly two years in the late 60’s. Other illustrious alumni (to name only the writers) include Robert Lowell, Sylvia Plath and Anne Sexton, who, before being admitted herself, taught a Tuesday night poetry seminar in the hospital library. On the basis of literary achievement alone, McLean would seem to have a better track record than many institutions of higher learning.

      McLean figures in the biographies of these and other famous patients, among them, the mathematician John Forbes Nash, winner of the Nobel in economic science; Ray Charles (following a drug bust); the Taylors — James, Livingston and Kate; and several analysands notorious in psychiatric circles, to say nothing of Frederick Law Olmsted, who, having planned the hospital’s new campus after its move from nearby Charlestown in 1895, lived out his last years there in a single-patient home, the victim of a series of brain hemorrhages. Now we have the biography of the place itself, its title taken from what Sexton admiringly said of Lowell: ”You are so gracefully insane.”

      A columnist for The Boston Globe, Alex Beam succeeds in telling several stories simultaneously, weaving an account of changing attitudes toward mental illness, the methods employed in its treatment and the shifting context of the larger culture into an entertaining narrative that centers on the hospital and its history. McLean was founded in the early 19th century, the product of an idea born in Europe — that a bucolic setting might prove beneficial to the mentally ill. The only hospital of its kind in Boston at the time, McLean catered to patients from every level of society until 1833, when the Worcester State Asylum opened its doors and siphoned off those too poor to pay their own way. From then on, McLean specialized in the treatment of a clientele that Lowell called ”the thoroughbred mental cases.” Indeed, the accommodations and services seem to have been modeled on those of a five-star hotel: fireplaces, private bathrooms and ample closet space; two tennis courts, two indoor gymnasiums and a nine-hole golf course, plus croquet, ice skating and cross-country skiing on the grounds; room service and restaurant-quality food; silver tea sets, antique furniture and Oriental rugs. On behalf of the patients, the nursing staff wrote thank-you notes, sent flowers and, with the arrival of warm weather each spring, arranged for the transfer of their furs into cold storage. Upham Memorial, a men’s residence, was nicknamed ”the Harvard Club” because at one time its four corner suites were all said to be occupied by Harvard graduates.

      More at link

      As far as the bridge goes, I don’t think I’m ready yet, but just in case, do you have a suggestion for a bridge? Would the Oakland Bay Bridge do, or do you have another in mind?

      Just out of curiosity, my sixth sense tells me you may have spent time at McLean. Is that so? If it is, don’t be ashamed. You can tell me — tell us — it’s alright. Mental illness doesn’t have quite the stigma attached to it that it once did. In fact, these days it’s hip to be mentally ill — and don’t you know, every writer who is a writer jumped on that bandwagon and wrote about their depression and mental illness. It’s been a Gravy Train for many a writer and publisher — but I think it’s on the downside of that trend now. Vampires and Zombies have taken its place.

  5. Thank you everyone for the information you have provided me thus far. It’s good to know I’m not as deranged and unhinged as the Welch Collective would have me, and you, believe. Still, there is much work to do in putting this all together. Think of this as The Wire and we have our old-fashioned blackboard with all the information laid out trying to connect the dots. We’re just beginning, but by golly, we’re going to connect these dots and expose this, whatever this is, for what it truly is.

    Pursuant to that, we still need to know whether Welch’s connection to this mfi character is a witting and collaborative effort, or Welch is an unwitting fool exercising acute, or chronic, naïveté and is being used by pretentious creeps such as mfi to control and direct messaging. Personally, I feel the latter is implausible for a number of reasons.

    First, Welch held the lofty position of editor at FDL for a while, and apparently that’s where he and this pretentious mfi met and formed a relationship. Considering mfi’s pseud nature, as an editor of FDL, Welch had to have been privy to it, and yet he continues to aid and abet it. It’s pretty damning.

    Second, Welch’s messaging is too on-script for it to be considered genuine questioning and inquiry of various political matters. The script is quite clear. It’s anti-Americanism 24/7, and whilst I concede that America is worthy of a great deal of criticism, this incessant America all things all the time is over-the-top and reeks of propaganda and an agenda. Pursuant to that, how is it Welch is able to use his real-life name and yet suffer no career blowback from his loose lips? We’ve witnessed that Lisa Simeone was essentially railroaded out of NPR for her outside-of-work activities, but Welch has survived unscathed and intact. I find that curious considering the tenuous nature of careers in the corporate environment these days — meaning you rock the political boat, you walk. I have gathered that Welch works in the insurance business. Is this correct? That writing is a hobby? If not, and writing is his day job, how the hell does he do it? How can anyone survive on material as pseud and jejune as his?

    Also, what role does FDL play in all of this. It’s clear that venue or space is virulently anti-American in all things and in all manner. It exudes the other side of the American Exceptionalism coin — meaning America is exceptionally horrible and evil and must be deposed and annihilated at all costs. Who would be behind such messaging? Putin, perhaps? It certainly serves his purposes well, just as Pat Lang does. Speaking of that, Pat Lang is not only a darling of Welch’s but he’s also a darling of FDL. Is there a nexus here.

    This is just the tip of the iceberg in filling up that blackboard, so if you’re interested in helping me piece this together further, contact me at coldnholefield@gmail.com and let’s crack this nut open.

    As I told Selene in the previous thread, knowledge is power, and sharing of that knowledge is even more powerful.

    I’ll state this for the record once again for those who don’t understand this blog and its purpose and intent. This is not about me because there is no me. That’s the exact opposite of pseud, so for someone or anyone to claim this blog is pseud, well, you’re nuts, but that’s not surprising in this increasingly upside-down world.

    Because there is no me, I have no credentials to claim, no reputation to uphold, and I make no claims of being an expert of anything or having any experience with anything. I have no personality and want no personality. This blog is about the content. If there is a me, it’s only in the sense that I am The Word of this blog, no more or no less.

  6. Here’s a good one from the author of Winning By Sharing. It’s too good to be true. More ironic satire for the grist mill.

    Leon Benjamin

    July 21, 2014

    Off topic but for the record. Google page rank of Catcher in the Lie = 0. Ianwelsh.net = 5. Appreciate this isn’t about mine being bigger than yours but MoroccaBana doesn’t exist according to Google. But hey, everything is a lie right?

    Here’s a photo of ‘ol Leon for exhibition purposes. Perhaps someone can share some of their hair with this poor soul so he can win — you know, put his book to use and help him avoid skin cancer on his bald pate.

    Didn’t he forget a word to his title? It should read Winning By Sharing Hate, and talk about pseud, authors of books like that couldn’t be more pseud. They exude it. This pretentious peasant has his pic plastered all over Google. “Look at me. Look at me!!” But of course, don’t look at him, because when you do, it gets ugly when you pull back the veil.

    Anyway, the comment reveals just how much these fools are like the Israelis (read Jews) they so often decry. He might as well say, Israel = 5 and Palestinians = 0. What they hate about the Israelis is precisely what they hate about themselves, but they have the nerve to write self-help books when they can’t even help themselves. Give me a break.

    I don’t think I’ll be reading that one — it goes in the metaphorical trash heap with all the other pseud garbage just like it crowding the space.

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