Four wheels good, two wheels bad

This may astound you, but there are times when I fear that our elected representatives don’t have our best interests at heart.

Take Rep. John Mica (R-Big Oil). The American Energy and Infrastructure Act, scheduled to be marked up on Thursday by Mica’s House Transportation and Infrastructure Committee, has been described by Ben Goldman of DC.Streetsblog.org as “a return to 1950s-style transportation policy” that is “particularly unkind to transit and bike/ped programs.”

No-bike routeAndy Clarke of the League of American Bicyclists has penned a list of the top-10 problems with the proposed legislation, and I expect there are many more than 10.

Andy told my colleagues over at Bicycle Retailer and Industry News that the legislation undoes 20 years’ worth of progress made toward including cycling and walking in the national transportation plan.

“We were expecting the funding would be under attack but were surprised at how carefully they want to take bike/ped out of the bill altogether,” Clarke said. “There were sections of the bill that we didn’t know they knew existed. They’ve gone out of their way to attack the bike/ped portions.”

It truly boggles the mind. Self-described “conservatives” who don’t bat an eyelash at starting wars that run into the trillions of dollars take the greatest possible umbrage at the pennies required to create and maintain sidewalks, bike lanes and pedestrian/bicycle trails that provide safe havens for the folks who’d just as soon not crank up the family tank for short trips to school, shopping or work.

Jesse Prentice-Dunn of the Sierra Club told Streetsblog that the bill represents “a significant step backwards for safe biking and walking.”

“Today more than 12 percent of trips are made by foot or bike, yet less than 2 percent of our nation’s transportation funding goes towards biking and pedestrian infrastructure,” Prentice-Dunn continued.

“According to the Alliance for Biking and Walking, bike commuting increased 57 percent between 2000 and 2009. Instead of increasing investment in transportation options that Americans want, the House bill appears to funnel more dollars towards roads, further deepening our addiction to oil.”

Addicted to oil? Say it ain’t so! I’m certain the only reason we want to keep the Strait of Hormuz open is to defend the 1982 U.N. Convention on the Law of the Sea.

Dexter Romney guts Gingrich

Charles P. Pierce opines on the Florida primary so I don’t have to:

“(I)t was how Romney delivered the speech that was so revelatory. This is a rich kid who likes flogging The Help. There were just enough shit-eating, country-club grins as he delivered his rancid material to show you what the guy must have been like in those golden moments when he realized that there was more dough in wrecking a company than in investing in it.”

 More in the morning.

It ain’t over until the fat dog stinks

Newt Gingrich, junkyard dog
Newt Gingrich, junkyard dog.

It would be swell if, when the votes are tallied and today’s primary finally ends in Florida, animal control would drag Newt Gingrich off to a small wire cage in a cheerless concrete building, where he could bark day and night and none of us would have to hear it.

I doubt he’d be adopted; ol’ Newtie looks like a biter to me. And before long, that would be that.

Alas, he is a mutt who walks on two legs and thus will remain at large as long as Sheldon Adelson cares to give him a loose leash. The Mouth That Roars continues to generate its own reality-distortion field, claiming “momentum” in Florida — though at least one poll shows the RomneyBot 2012 with a 14-point lead — and canceling press charters to keep those annoying fact-checkers at a safe distance.

This morning on “Fox and Friends” Newt was predicting that “the conservative vote will be dramatically bigger than Governor Romney’s. So we’ve got to find a way to consolidate conservatives, and I’m clearly the front-runner among conservatives.”

In other words, if all you losers will have the goodness to piss off, I got this.

Good luck with that, Newtie old scout.

The RomneyBot 2012 can money-whip this fat yellow dog from now until the convention and still have enough left over to buy the general election — though why he doesn’t just paint one of his three houses white and call it good remains a mystery to me, since he’s never articulated exactly why he wants to be president beyond a general desire to cause harm to humans (so much for Asimov’s Three Laws of Robotics).

But since it seems that GOP voters find each of the four remaining candidates more or less repellent, ol’ Newtie will continue barking and chewing and peeing on things until his casino owner decides he’s bet on the wrong mutt in this race to the bottom and has him put down.

Notes from the 1,094,245th GOP debate

First off, though clearly one of these yahoos may become president, anyone who thinks one of them should be president needs a hole punched in his or her skull so that the bats may escape.

Jabba the Newt should be deported to Tatooine to keep all his ex-wives’ grandmothers company.

Rick Sphinctorum needs an enema. Preferably from Dan Savage. He sounds like Milton Waddams squeaking about his stapler.

Ron Paul is hereby awarded a “No-Class Warfare” T-shirt with goldbug cluster for shamelessly courting white supremacists, militias and survivalists with racist, anti-Semitic, homophobic newsletters and not having the sack to man up about having done it.

And the RomneyBot 2012 needs to be locked into a portable toilet at the U.S.-Mexico border and forced to listen to a replay of each and every lie he’s told while running for president, in both English and Spanish.

Finally, Wolf Blitzer should be welded into a 55-gallon drum full of tarantulas, scorpions and the vengeful ghost of Edward R. Murrow, then rolled off the stern of a garbage scow into the Marianas Trench, for that blindingly stupid fucking question about whose wife would make the best first lady.

Bang! Pow! To the moon!

The Man in the Moon
Ground Control to Major Newt. ...

Newt Gingrich wants to go to the moon. I propose that we send him there as soon as possible.

Dredge up an old Gemini capsule and a Titan II rocket, stuff Arizona Gov. Jan Brewer in there with him for company, and three … two … one … blast off!

The world is thus unburdened of a pair of massive egos and the bad-noise level in the United States diminishes considerably. You’re welcome.