"Merry Christmas, Frank Lasee!"

In his usual spirit of generosity and self-effacing humanitarianism (except if you don't look like him!), Frank posted a Christmas card on his blog.

After all this bullshit about pleasure and cheer and crap, Frank really gets to the point at the end. Basically, Frank wrote the card to himself ("Merry Christmas, Frank Lasee") and thinks the rest of you shouldn't be reading his blog on your free time (don't you have some work to do?) and instead should find publically-funded jobs where you have, oh, 7 free hours on the internet every day to go into Microsoft Paint and make up blog Christmas cards directed at your own holiday good cheer.

If he had any sense of work ethic, his Christmas card would've looked like mine:

Because I've got 2 minutes to kill...

Frank's confused again. As a result, we get this:

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"Politicians gave us the idea that the things we could not afford individually we could somehow afford collectively through the magic of government."

--Thomas Sowell
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Remember that one time when you wanted to get drunk, but you didn't have enough cash to buy a case of beer? Then you met up with your buddy, who also wanted to get drunk, but also didn't have enough dough. You two decided to pool your money, split the beer, and you both got drunk. Remember that?

Frank doesn't have any fucking clue how that worked out.

Frank made me stop studying

It's early December, and as all of you either unfortunate enough to be a law student yourself or, perhaps more perniciously, unfortunate enough to be friends with one, you understand that things go a little bonkers this time of year. The entropy level in the law school is high, 1Ls are flinging themselves around like it was 0G, and professors interrupt their uninterruptable walks through the hallway to respond to your idiotic question about promissory estoppel solely with a borderline-rhetorical 'well, what do you think?'

And yet, Frank doesn't even have the sympathy to give his detractors some time off. The bullshit meter is running, and therefore I ceremoniously take a break from my antitrust procrastination to wade into the dismal swamp of Lasee's mental faculties.

"We contend that for a nation to try to tax itself into prosperity is like a man standing in a bucket and trying to lift himself up by the handle." -Winston Churchill

If there is a God up there, Frank, he's in tears. Can't you hear him? He's like "Lasee, stop being such a fucking douchebag, run headfirst into a wall a few times and see if the agitation can't get some action going up there."

To briefly move to the actual idiocy of the quote, I'm really curious how you'd distinguish the Americans that get up every morning and go to work from the taxpayers in your metaphor. The metaphor a dead Brit used awhile ago relies on this idea of something not being able to impose a force upon itself. Wouldn't the hard-working guy who gets up early to put in a good day's work be trying to pull America up by the handle while standing inside? Would you say it's distinguishable because he's not actually pulling, or because he's not actually inside the bucket? Would you want to answer that question with a bunch of laborers around?

Once again, Lasee takes a massive dump all over the idyllic illusion of some sort of interplay between government and logic. Thanks, Frank, frankly, for being Frank: I didn't want to study Dr. Miles anyways!