So we got sick of Lasee

Seriously, this guy is a gigantic wad of toilet paper in the sewage system that is Wisconsin politics, and Dr. Nugz and I realized that we've said about all we can say about Frank's totally-ignored and ridiculed tentatives to make Wisconsin better for him and all other upper-class white inhabitants.

I may start dinking around a bit over at Blawgering, and I swear that when Lasee admits he's a massive douchebag, we'll post back here just to confirm our undying correctness on this issue.

Keep it real.

YLfB 1, Lasee -75

Due to a confluence of factors, YLfB has been a little slow recently. However, I just wanted to take a second to acknowledge the moral victory we've captured over Lasee. He doesn't post on his blog any more, and therefore there's slightly less drivel in this world. Now, to get him to resign from office. Dr. Nugz and I have some plans, and most of them involve impersonating members from different organizations around town to set up a meeting that ends in us taking a picture of Lasee holding a sign reading 'I'm with stupid'.

Franky breaks his nearly-month-long silence

to tell us that we can get his stupid ass newsletter. Perhaps, after a holiday-inspired epiphany that YLfB is actually, as we all knew, spot on, he's decided to shelve the open-access internet shitstorm of political bile to instead concentrate on those devoted fans who receive his newest bastardization of reasonable thought.

Luckily for YLfB, Dr. Nugz is on the case: He has already subscribed to the newsletter under a cleverly-crafted psuedonym. As soon as school restarts (and we again have hours upon hours to waste on lost causes like Lasee), there'll be a chronicling of some of the newsletter gems sent out over break.

Lasee: If you want to know who the mole is, post a comment and we'll tell you.

Frank Lasee Explained

Frank claims here that "Illegal aliens take taxpayer dollars."

Explanation, by example: If Frank were a politician in the early 19th century, he'd be railing about housing and feeding the slaves.

"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!