Friday, June 19, 2015

It's your mess, Obama, but we're having to clean it up.

So the usurper-in-chief, at yet another in his endless string of campaigning fundraisers, calls for Hollyweird to "mobilize against gun violence."

That's rich.

The number one purveyor of "gun violence" in the entire world is Hollywood via its zillions of silver screen and made-for-DVD films in which over the years a literal Niagra Falls of blood has cascaded. From B-minus horror slasher flicks to the rapt stupidity of endless Rambo sequels, Hollywood has done more to teach Americans new and creative ways to take life.

And now the coward-in-chief, who rode Hollywood money and support to the White House in 2008 and 2012, is asking Hollywood to mobilize against the very entity they continue to propagate today. Note that he didn't ask them to stop glorifying such gratuitous violence or to stop using firearms recklessly in their films, or even for them to rid themselves of their own armed security guards, bodyguards and personal firearms.

But aside from the White House squatter being a world-class hypocrite, he's also an absolute idiot.

Obama rode to power on the pigment of his skin. Period. He had no record in the Senate, other than voting "present" on those rare occasions he drug himself away from "community organizing" to grace Capitol Hill with his imminence. He never had a private sector job and his extremely questionable background and constitutional qualifications for the job have been well documented.

His half-blackness magically became all-blackness so far as the media and fawning liberals were concerned. And Obama wasted no time exploiting it. From the incident in Cambridge when he accused the (white) cops of acting stupidly against a (black) professor, and then invited everyone to the White House "for a beer," the usurper exposed his agenda.

Then came Trayvon Martin and the infamous "If I had a son, he'd look like Trayvon" position. Then Ferguson where he personally stoked the fires and added fuel to them and rallied the thugs onward. Then Baltimore and now Charleston.

Obama has single-handedly set race relations in this nation back to pre-WWII sub-levels. And now he thinks draconian gun-control will change everything.

As is his modus operandi, he blatantly and wantonly lies through his bleached teeth to set his agenda by claiming that "only in America do we have mass-shootings." Sixty-seconds spent on a Google search exposes the fallacy of this intentional lie.

And intentional it is. His remarks were prepared for him and approved by him. With the blood of the Charlie Hebdo victims having just barely dried, surely Mr. Obama couldn't have already forgotten about that the way he did Benghazi? Or could it be because Charlie Hebdo was the result of distant cousins of Obama--radical Muslims--he wants to ignore this, even in a country like France where legally obtaining and possessing and carrying a fully-automatic firearm is no easy task?

By now I'm sure most of you have seen the internet memes and bulleted call-outs of all the mass-shootings that have taken place around the world in just the past few years: Scotland, Germany, Norway. . . to name a few.

So asking Hollywood, who produces violence-filled movies and ships them all over the globe, to mobilize for gun control will stop what happened in Charleston?

I have a better idea. How about our race-baiting attention and media whores quit working overtime to undo fifty years of progress in race relations? Who wins when the races become divided? Do whites? Blacks? Hispanics? Martians or Venusians? Who gets the power, the money, the perks when the races divide?

Not you or me, that's for certain.

I'll close this by saying that Obama and Al Sharpton and Jesse Jackson never have worked in the private sector or had a real job (you know, where you have to accomplish and build/produce something) in their entire life. But they live in nicer homes than what I have and wear more expensive clothes and eat at fancier, more expensive restaurants. Look how the heads of the Ku Klux Klown type groups live and what they drive. When is the last time you or I have been invited to the White House versus Al Sharpton?

There's money in hate. And with money comes power. More hate equals more money which results in more power.

But it only works if they can keep the hate going.

I refuse to participate.

Wednesday, April 1, 2015

The right to refuse service

Growing up in Texas during the 60's and 70's, back when America was largely free, I remembered seeing signs in businesses that read: "We reserve the right to refuse service to anyone for any reason."

But the government says you can't do that anymore.

This is the same government that does everything possible to impede the birth, development  and growth of an independent business. Ask anyone who has started up a small brick and mortar business in the past ten to twenty years how much "help" the government gave them versus the myriad of paperwork, "Mother may I," rules, regulations, ordinances, permits, hearings, unanswered phone calls/e-mails/inquiries and other such nebulous nuances of bureaucracy they had to endure.

Then, once open, comes the monthly filing of state sales taxes, quarterly filing of federal taxes, surprise inspections, visits and audits by any one of six-dozen different alphabet-soup government, state, county and municipal agencies (all of whom can close you down at the drop of a hat for any infraction, implied real or otherwise).

If you have employees other than your wife, children, cousins and family dog, you have the EEOC to deal with, Social Security Administration, Health & Human Services (gotta pay that Medicare/Medicaid tax)--not to mention state workman's compensation personnel and if you aren't in a right-to-work state, you might have the union showing up to discuss becoming a signatory.

And so if you've been able to endure all of that and still open your doors, wouldn't you think you would have the right to serve whoever you damn well please and refuse service to those you don't want in your business?

In the U.S., you could do that. In today's U.S.S.A. you cannot.

At issue is a Christian-owned bakery whose owners disagreed with the idea of a gay wedding ceremony and politely declined to bake a wedding cake for the couple. The couple sued. Similarly in another part of the country, a gay couple wanted to get married and asked a photographer to document their wedding. Again, the photographer declined on religious grounds. The gay couple sued.

Discrimination is the rallying cry of the professional victim.

Whatever happened to choice?

Liberals are vocal and screeching about choice when it involves killing unborn babies, but not so vocal when it comes the choice of deciding who a privately owned business will or will not choose to do business with.

For the record, I could pretty much care less what consenting adults do behind closed doors. I have no problem with gay couples adopting children. God knows Himself that heterosexual couples have created more dysfunctional and screwed up kids than homosexual couples have. I support anyone being able to name anyone else to their life insurance or health insurance policies, etc etc. What I do not support is in-your-face militants.

I'm pretty sure there were a number of different bakeries in the town where the gay couple was refused service by the bakery in question. Likewise, it's a safe bet there was more than one wedding photographer available for the gay couple who wanted their wedding photographed.

But rather than exercising their choice to choose another service provider, they chose to sue--and in doing so they upset the apple cart and further divided the gulf between heterosexuals and homosexuals, much like Obama and Holder have widened the gulf between the races.

In doing so, some pretty stunning ignorance has come to the limelight.

For one, I thought the gay community was pretty organized and had their own shopping and service-provider networks. That would mean they had their own cake-makers and picture-takers who, ostensibly, should have no problem baking a cake and taking pictures of the happy couple. So why wouldn't a gay couple go there first? I mean, all the time and money and energy spent creating a "support your own" kind of network would dictate using it, right?

But where the real question is emerging is in the Land Of Opportunity, wouldn't there be someone who would jump at the chance to fill a void? If there are all these gay couples wanting to get married but they're having to sue to get their cakes made and their pictures taken, wouldn't that mean that there is a dire shortage of bakers and picture-takers?

Shouldn't there be an army of entrepreneurs storming City Hall for permits to open bakeries and photography studios?

Why haven't we seen that happening? I think we all know why.

Bottom line is that when an American entrepreneur puts their money, their sweat, their backbone and their future on the line to open a business, the government has no damn business telling them that they have to leave their  morals, ethics and values at the curb. The business world is brutally Darwinistic and if a business gets the reputation of doing bad work or wantonly discriminating against everyone except for ice-cream white blue-eyed males of the human species, they simply are not going to prosper, and probably not going to stay open all that long.

And so what if they do? It's your money. Spend it where and with who you want.

Or. . . perhaps we need a law that dictates where you must do business. . . just to keep things fair. I think the following cartoon says it all.

I'll be waiting on the lawsuit to make the news.

Friday, January 16, 2015

So you want to spit on Chris Kyle's grave, do you?

The harder you reap, the more you sew. And that is not always a good thing.

Yesterday I get this entry on my Facebook timeline about some guy in Olathe, Kansas by the name of Micah Horner posting some really derogatory garbage about Chris Kyle, the famous Navy SEAL sniper who was murdered last February.

Being the curious sort that I am and having actually met Mr. Kyle shortly after he discharged from the Navy, I went to this loser's Facebook page and got a glimpse of the garbage he was posting.

What caught my eye wasn't necessarily the inflammatory things he was saying about Kyle, but rather that the idiot also had the fact that he was a business owner posted on that same FB page.

I think Bugs Bunny often referred to such nutsacks as "maroons."

Karma is a curious wench. Often times she works right along the old Biblical proverb of "so as you reap, so shall you sew." And in this case, the harvest for Mr. Micah Horner and his business, The Modern Maids, is bountiful.

But not exactly how you'd expect.

Veterans from all over have been posting derogatory reviews on every website they can find ranging from Google to Yahoo to Yelp and others deriding The Modern Maids and urging potential patrons to spend their hard-earned dollars elsewhere.

Johnson County, Kansas is extremely conservative. I know. We lived there for three wonderful years. Kansas also sends a disproportionate amount of young people into the military to serve their country and as such, does not look favorably upon those who would spit upon the nation's finest.

Here is the link to Yelp's review page for The Modern Maids. I'll warn you right now that you will laugh out loud at some of the reviews. Veterans, when angered. . . well, we can be a creative bunch.

Just as it is Micah Horner's right and freedom to deride and make derogatory remarks about Chris Kyle and other veterans, it is our right to make sure that his fertile field of business--Johnson County, Kansas--knows how this business owner feels about those who risk their lives to safeguard the freedoms we all enjoy.

Thursday, January 15, 2015

So where's the money?

Back in August of last year, a story came out that saw some coverage for a brief moment, then faded.

There must've been a new episode of Dancing With The Stars coming on that week as the attention span of the general American public was at its typical "don't bother me with the facts, just please move away from my television, okay?" mentality that has us where we're at today.

 In the story, no less than forty-seven inspectors general formally complained about being shut out of investigating/auditing the very agencies that we, the taxpayers--their bosses, mind you--pay them to make sure there is no financial hanky-panky going on.

Shut out.

Was this the DWTS episode where one of the duck hunters' kids was dancing? Maybe a more fair question would be: Can the general American public not tear their apathetic brain-dead butts away from the idiot tube long enough to see what is going on under their very noses in the cesspool that passes for our nation's capital?

Forty-seven different agencies representing billions of our hard-earned dollars are operating under this administration with exactly zero oversight. Zero. And we, the American public, can't seem to give a you-know-what.

Get away from my TV set, damnit!

I recently wrote a novel called False Gods in which the overriding theme was "follow the money" in finding out where the corruption lay in government and Wall Street/big business. Only, in the novel Americans finally began to wake up.

If the average American had to turn over their entire household income to a financial bill-paying service and was told every month that they need to earn more money because the bill-paying service doesn't have enough to pay the bills--even though an excess of money had been given to the bill-paying service--most Americans of even average intelligence would be livid. We'd be demanding to know where the hell our money went and what the hell did the bill-paying service do with it? If we didn't like the answers, we'd immediately fire the bill-paying service at the least and many of us would move to sue them and recover our money in court.

But when it comes to our government, we seem to not give a damn and instead reach for the television remote.

We're paying all this money into to Washington and we're being told it isn't enough. When a few people try to demand, per the law, to know where the public money is going and how it is being used they are locked out--illegally--by the public employee lawyers hired by these public employee agencies.

And we put up with it.

Now, I guess, the story is back and making the rounds on Facebook and Twitter and other social media sites.

We have a new Congress in session. I propose that we, the American People, raise bloody hell with our elected representatives on a weekly, if not a daily basis to let the IGs find out where our money is going. With today's internet and cell phone technology, it is easier than ever to contact our elected misfits and make their lives miserable by demanding that they uphold the oaths and promises they undertook when they asked us to hire them for another term in the cesspool.

You can find your elected wimp here. You can call the switchboard at: (202) 224-3121.

Light 'em up, folks.

When it comes to where to buy groceries and furniture and medicine and clothes, we have a choice. If we don't like the excesses that we see from any particular business or company, we have the choice to shop and spend our money elsewhere. We don't have that ability with our government which is exactly why we need to hold their feet to a magma-hot fire on a daily basis.

Try recording DWTS and watching it later. Take care of business first.

Monday, January 12, 2015

I can't take the embarrassment anymore.

What passes for leadership in the United States of America is pathetic.

I'm not just talking about the piece of subhuman sewage known as Barack Hussein Obama or the low/no-IQ assclown some call "Uncle Joe" or the eunuch that serves as Secretary of State or the race-baiting radical Attorney General.

I'm talking about damn near the entire Congress of the United States of America. I'm talking about the Pentagon. I'm talking about the Supreme Court. I'm talking about virtually every individual who resides and works inside the Beltway who gives our "leadership" a pass every single time they embarrass America and her citizens.

By now we all know what happened at the French rag Charlie Hebdo. I have no love lost for that POS publication. I find them vile, demeaning and basically oxygen thieves. The only good thing I can say for them is that they were--and remain--equal opportunity assholes when it comes to insulting people from all spectrums of humanity.

So the radical ragheads (are there any other kind?) send a goon squad in to shoot the place up and kill as many as they can. On the way out, we see where one of the terrorists shoots an unarmed cop point blank. We hear the world roar in outrage.

What we don't hear is the leadership from the U.S. saying much of anything. The stinking spineless journalists here in America are little more than overly made up blowdried facelifted fartblowers who urinate submissively at the first hint of being threatened with physical harm.

Fox News, the biggest fraud perpetuated on conservatives since John McCain, was even censoring the word "terrorist" from their news reports. Hell, after all these radical ragheads could storm Fox News Headquarters one day and the limpdicks at Fox don't want to be seen as aggravating an already "unfortunate situation." CNN and MSNBC and the lamestream networks. . . their responses were entirely predictable.

The leaders of the free world gather in Paris--all except the leaders from the U.S. because we have no leaders here. We have talkers. We have whiners. Our coward-in-chief wasn't about to go and be seen front and center railing against the likes of Islamic terrorists. I wonder effing why?

Uncle Joe is just flat too stupid to be seen in public these days. Besides, he's Obama's life insurance policy. John Kerry speaks the language but the French were in no mood to hear apologetic or appeasement ramblings from Lurch on a day that many in France equated to our own 9/11. And Eric Holder? He was freaking there already, but didn't show up. But then again, if he's a leader, then my ass is a magazine cover.

But where have our elected officials been? John Boehner could've grabbed a case of Kleenex and several fifths of bourbon and flown over to Paris. So could Mitch McConnell. For that matter, so could damned near any of our so-called leaders inside the Beltway.

But they didn't. And aside from a handful, none of them are even making any serious waves about the abject embarrassment America's no-show has caused us.

And yet, we still have half of the country cheering on this asshole of a president.

That continues to tell me all I need to know about the State of the Union. No need for me to waste the brain cells watching it live next month.

If only. . . only the ending to Tom Clancy's Debt of Honor could happen.

Sooner the better.

Monday, January 5, 2015

The end would justify the means.

Catching up a little on various odds and ends, thoughts and ponderings.

• Sales for my latest novel, False Gods, continue to do well and feedback via e-mail and other sources is good. Reviews are beginning to trickle in on Amazon and are very flattering.

The most common comment or theme from the readers' feedback is the ending of the novel--or more importantly, why hasn't it happened?

Update on what's next here.

• I just saw some stories on a bunch of racists storming into restaurants and bistros and harassing diners and interrupting their meals. I also noted that this happened in New York and Oakland. Funny that I didn't see any stories about it happening in Fort Worth, Texas or Overland Park, Kansas or Pensacola, Florida or Charleston, South Carolina.

Maybe folks in those locales wouldn't put up with it? Or maybe folks in those locales quit looking at just the pigment of someone's skin some years ago and have been looking far deeper into their character ever since. . . on both sides of the skin color? #BlackBrunchRacists

I won't hold my breath waiting on the mainstream media to report fairly or accurately on this.

• I quit following the National Felons League (NFL) when it not only welcomed Michael Vick back into its embrace, but hailed him as returning hero, a victim and made him a millionaire. I haven't watched a Super Bowl in over a decade. Having spent all those years in major ad agencies, the Super Bowl has become nothing but another revenue-generating event for Wall Street with a little football occasionally tossed in. I do miss the old days of the early Super Bowls. The Cowboys 24 - 3 victory over the Dolphins in Super Bowl VI will always be my favorite. Admittedly, my wife and I enjoyed the romping and stomping of the Buffalo Bills in back to back Bowls.

These days, I have no love lost for the NFL nor the Dallas Cowboys. Jerry Jones' ego is difficult for me to abide by and when the average Dallas fan can't remember all the coaches who've been through the Valley Ranch headquarters, but know that Jerry had a hand in bringing them in then running them off. . .

So I watched a news clip this morning showing what looked like a pass interference call on a Dallas player against a Detroit player. The refs picked up the flag and no foul was called or enforced and Dallas went on to win/steal the game.

Of course they did. Super Bowls make money and that money comes from the largest of television markets and it's been a long time since the Dallas television market has enjoyed that kind of revenue. Detroit's television market is dismal. No jobs, no economy, no money. Why would the NFL want to see a Super Bowl with Detroit in it?

But for all the butt-hurt Detroit fans who continue to whine about the flag being picked up on that play, I wonder if they are just as butt-hurt over that notoriously dirty player having his suspension lifted for a flagrant, intentional attempt to injure the Green Bay quarterback?

• Hawaii continues to be on my "No Fly/No Visit" list. Their fawning over the Imposter-in-Chief, their elected officials' voting record and their gun laws--plus several miserable experiences during TDYs there back in the military--continue to have me cheering for typhoons, tsunamis and lava flows.

• And finally, here's a treat for you. This is pretty incredible to watch and may very well be the best 1:39 you spend today. Enjoy.

Monday, December 22, 2014


The latest labor of love is now officially in publication and distribution in Ebook and print.

2013 saw me spending far more time in the hospital and in various stages of (surgical) recovery than I've experienced since my early 20's when I got out of the military. 

On one hand, one would think it would be easier to write while under the influence of pain medications. Well, it's hard to write when you're asleep in your easy chair and the laptop is indeed in your lap and you're both in sleep mode. And then there's the issue of falling asleep with your hands still on the keyboard and when the wife wakes you up to come to bed (to get more sleep), you look at the screen and see you have just typed either the letter "j" or the letter "f" non-stop for 694 pages.

So in between hospital bouts and deleting hundreds of pages of text that only contained one letter, I dutifully continued to stroke away at the keyboard and finish the book.

The theme of the book is that there are no bigger or more dangerous false gods than Big Government, Big Business and Wall Street--three entities that have duped the middle-class into supporting them financially and politically and for their efforts now find themselves with the knife of elitism stuck in squarely in their backs.

As my friend Miguel Gonzales states, I'm an optimist. Within the pages of False Gods are the seeds of hope planted, nurtured and carefully grown by the next generation of leaders within our nation.

You can find it in ebook and print at and iTunes, and in ebook format at online book retailers in the U.S. and Europe.

Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Meet the DNC poster child of the millennium.

For once, I have no real words to describe how I feel about this except that waste products like this waste product of a woman should be taken and deported to mainland China--along with her waste product egg-bank that spawned her.

Tuesday, April 1, 2014

Oath Keepers versus Oath Breakers.

Oath Keepers are current or former military personnel, former or current law enforcement/first responder personnel who keep at the forefront the oath they swore to the Constitution of the United States of America.

Sadly, not all current personnel of our military and especially our law enforcement communities seem to place much stock in the oath they took before pinning on their badge and strapping on their guns.

Once again, a brutally rogue abuse of power by the police occurred the past few days and once again, the police officer's supervisor saw no problem with it.

The University of Arizona basketball team lost to Wisconsin. UA students who'd gathered to watch the game found the police waiting on them after the game was over.

Friends and associates of mine who live in Arizona insist that there was not a "riot" until the Tucson police incited it.

To those who perpetually give blowjob passes to anything law enforcement does, here is a refresher on a certain freedom contained in a certain amendment in a random document that just so happens to be the foundation upon which our nation was built upon.

Obviously this isn't being taught at the Tucson police academy.

Amendment I

Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the government for a redress of grievances.

Let's look at that "the right of the people peaceably to assemble" part. I've watched other video of this "riot" and read other witness accounts. American citizens have the right to assemble and raise hell. Yelling, chanting, making gestures, et al are all protected forms of freedom of expression and have been upheld by various Supreme Court decisions for centuries.

But if the city and police officials don't like it, the solution is to assemble the goon squads in their riot gear and then push and intimidate and maneuver the protesters and in essence, create a powder keg--then all it will take is one dumb action, by either side, to ignite it and then the goons can begin throwing tear gas, swinging batons, firing their tasers, unleashing the dogs, etc etc.

In fact, in the HuffPo piece, the asshat sergeant who defends Officer Joel Mann--the assailant who decked the Arizona coed flat on her face--as well as how the Tucson goon squad handled the entire sad situation. He states that the police ordered the kids to "disperse."

Wait a minute, Sergeant (Pete) Dugan. . . The kids gather after a game, you have the goon squad ready and deployed and tell the kids to go home or go away?

How about the kids tell you, "Kiss our ass!"

This reminds me of a line out of First Blood when the Green Beret colonel tells Rambo, "Well, you've caused a bit of trouble yourself," to which Rambo responds, "There wouldn't be any trouble if it weren't for that kingshit cop. All I wanted was something to eat, but he kept pushing."

All the kids wanted to do was blow off some steam, but the cops kept pushing until they got their riot.

According to a business owner on University Boulevard and a number of students, the police were already lined up in riot gear and had the street literally blocked off before the game ended. Even one of the business owners who witnessed the event stated that the police kept pushing and that it wasn't until the police began physically pushing the kids off the street that the beer bottles and debris began getting thrown, which then gave the police a green light to begin firing pepper spray and bean bags and rubber batons, et al.

The police defend their action by saying they'd given an order to "disperse."

Again, since when do the police countermand the Constitution? There was no state of emergency declared giving the police martial authority. One could argue, I suppose, about "keeping order," but again, witnesses state that other than the kids being somewhat drunk and crying over their basketball team's loss, there was no violence and no property damage.

In fact, a majority of the kids were simply trying to get to their cars to go home--but they had to navigate through the goons in riot gear to get there.

One more example, people. It's just one more example of the police state we've become.

The Tucson police say they are investigating their officers' use of force and how the situation was handled. A little late for that given the department has already been crowing to the media about how well they handled it.

Letting the police investigate their own malfeasance is paramount to letting a fox investigate himself after he just finished raiding the hen house. What's more, the police work for us, the citizenry--a fact they have long since dismissed.

I used to not be too big of a fan of citizen review boards. I'm now seriously re-thinking my position on that.

Monday, March 24, 2014

KIlled in Jerkwater, USA. For vagrancy.

 Just like from the movie, First Blood, a homeless man is camping in the foothills outside of Albuquerque, New Mexico.

Some real he-men Rambo hunters with badges find him.

They want to serve him a citation for illegally camping.

It's $10.

Instead, they murder him.

This is what cold-blooded murder by the police looks like.

It was in southern New Mexico that the police sodomized an innocent citizen and made him submit to three enemas--all without a warrant--because they thought he might have drugs. Just a random traffic violation, biz had been slow and this guy might have had drugs.

Outside of Taos, we still remember the video of state police firing on a minivan that had kids inside over an alleged speeding ticket.

As New Mexico voted blue the last two presidential elections, we have elected to not only not travel to the Land of Enchantment (better change their state slogan) and spend our money, but cancelled plans for buying acreage outside of Cloudcroft to build a cabin.

Law enforcement in New Mexico has never enjoyed a stellar reputation to begin with.

I used to think it couldn't get worse.

Leave it to the Albuquerque Police Department to prove me wrong.

Note to Law Enforcement: One day, the American citizen as a whole is going to wake up and decide to view you, the police, as you seem to view us--a crime waiting to happen. In doing so, the American citizenry will deal with you, under those terms, the exact same way you deal with the citizenry.

Shoot first. Make up a story. Move on. Repeat.

Law Enforcement? You have no one to blame but yourself.

Thursday, March 20, 2014

Mr. Child Molester, your civil rights have just been revoked.

Seems that there was a big raid by federal agents that resulted in a huge child pornography ring getting busted up.


My next thought is, "Let's not waste time and money on trials for these rabid animals."

I can hear the cowards (liberals) screaming now, especially the deranged, subhuman freaks of that national group that is trying to make it legal for fifty-year-old men to have anal sex with five-year-old boys. NAMBLA or something like that?

Shoot those people in the head. They cannot be fixed and they pose a grave danger to our kids. In the words of an old law enforcement buddy of mine, "They are defective and their warranty is voided. Return to manufacturer."

Damn straight.

Kiddie porn and sexual crimes against children continue and are getting worse because we, as a society, have become a little too squeamish about exacting the harsh and final justice that those defective beyond-repair humanoids who prey on our children deserve.

These creeps do not fare well in prison, often turning up dead. Why should they fare any better in free society?

We had a registered sex offender pop up in our neighborhood some ten or so years ago. For the record, our neighborhood is middle/upper-middle class income in the far northern suburbs of the Dallas-Fort Worth metroplex. The demographics show that in our neighborhood, better than four out of five homes have at least one college graduate with most families having both mom and dad being college educated. The income range is commiserate with the education.

So what's a pervert who had been paroled twice from the Texas Department of Corrections for forcible rape of children between the ages of seven and eleven years-old, male and female, doing in our neighborhood?

Living with his scumbag parents who'd rented a house. In fact, the house had been subrented without the knowledge of the property management company who was responsible for the occupancy of that property.

The creep in question had served less than fifteen percent of his total sentence but somehow managed to slip through the cracks of a broken justice system. We have an informal neighborhood watch group on our end of the cul-de-sac. Almost all of the families living here have children or grandchildren. We don't tolerate people racing their cars down the street, door-to-door solicitors or teenagers in their "thump thump thump" subwoofer rap-crap stereos with wheels disturbing our peaceful little existence.

We don't call the police. We handle these things ourselves. We do it nicely and in a polite, yet firm manner and rarely have any repeat occurrences.

An armed society is a polite society. You better believe it.

So when a twice-convicted Chester the Child Molester shows up on the DPS Watch List living half a block down, word got out fast. Mailboxes had a picture of the creep within twenty-four hours, and in this case, police were alerted--but they told us until he "did something," there was nothing they could do. . . that he had "rights."

Since when the hell does a convicted child rapist who sodomizes pre-pubescent little boys and girls have rights?

Not in my world.

The creep shows up in our cul-de-sac walking a puppy dog. The oldest cliché in the Chester book of malfeasance--but it works. Children are drawn to puppies and kittens like moths to light. Within two minutes of this creep showing up and talking with a couple of six-year-olds in the front yard of our across-the-street neighbors on that Saturday afternoon, he found himself looking down the barrel of a Mossberg 500 (mine), a 1911 .45 ACP (the ex-Army dad of the two kids), an AR-15 (newly married young couple at the end of the cul-de-sac) and a snarling Doberman (ours).

It was explained to him in very brutal, graphic terms what would happen the next time he was even seen anywhere in our entire suburb, let alone our neighborhood. Nobody was smiling and nobody was kidding. Three loaded guns with trigger fingers itching to pull and an infuriated eighty-five pound German dog with an attitude and the angry faces behind them got the message across.

Two of us escorted the creep down to where he was living with his parents. We informed them that they had seventy-two hours to "get the hell out of Dodge" or they just might find themselves experiencing a similar fate as the scumbag son they raised and were protecting. For the record, these parents were not the Cleavers and had the attention of law enforcement as well. How they managed to afford the rent on the house was beyond all of us. Didn't matter and we didn't care. Get the hell out of the house or we'll burn the sonofabitch to the ground. A call to the property management company sealed the deal. They were aghast that not only had the property been sublet, but done so to convicted criminals.

We had a problem that posted a very real, very dangerous threat to the children in our neighborhood. Had we gone through proper police channels, there is a good chance the creeps could still be living here, over a decade later.

Don't blame the police for that. Blame the dickless politicians and bleeding heart civil libertarians that give more sympathy and credence to child rapists than the parents whose child was raped by these defective subhumanoid animals.

On the story I linked to up above, it seems one of the animals managed to avoid the snare. At last word, the authorities were trying to locate him. He posted pictures of himself sexually molesting a toddler between the age of twelve months and eighteen months.

He posted pictures of him committing this crime.

What was that about him having rights again?

Wednesday, March 19, 2014

The health benefits of firearms ownership.

By the time you're finished reading this, I hope you'll be calling your elected officials and demanding reduced health-insurance premiums for firearms owners.

Many years ago, some numbnuts came up with an atrocious piece of twisted logic that tried to claim that if you owned a firearm, it was forty-three times more likely to be used against you if you tried to use it in defense of yourself or your family/loved ones.

The liberals jumped on this and adopted it like a stray kitten.

For the record, I consider anti-gunners little more than cowards or power-mongers, depending upon their station in life. Elected officials and government employees who favor gun control are power-mongers and wannabe tyrants.

All else who favor gun control are simply closet cowards. Such people lack the fortitude to defend themselves, their family, their community and their nation from the wolves that prowl every society known to civilized man. They mistakenly think that if we are all disarmed, then we can all cower together--giving the appearance of a much larger flock of sheep to the wolves, and hopefully the wolves will only pick off a few bleating, fearful sheep and leave the rest of them alone.

Doesn't work that way. Look at the wolves in Montana and Idaho that have been protected and allowed to run loose. The elk population is being decimated and the wolves are moving in closer to (human) populated areas. We see more and more stories about the wolves snatching family pets and domestic dogs, killing them and moving on.

Our government has done much the same thing with human wolves, known as criminals. The cowards (liberals) began giving criminals additional rights and privileges in hopes of gaining favor with these two-legged predators so as not to become victims themselves. The result? A burgeoning prison population explosion with more felons and as-yet-to-be caught and tried criminals prowling our communities than ever before in this nation's history.

The cowards (liberals) seem to think that if we all turn in our guns, the criminals will turn in theirs. That is like thinking that if the elk give up their antlers, the wolves will give up their fangs.

Fat chance.

But back to the health benefits of firearms ownership. In no particular order, here are some examples in which firearms directly benefit and contribute to our overall improved health.

1. Go shooting and lower your blood pressure. Nothing calms me down more after a stressful day than a few hours at the range or out in the country doing some shooting. Shooting requires concentration and this means you have to push whatever has stressed or upset you to the back of your mind so that you can concentrate on that front sight.

There is also the satisfaction of feeling the recoil, hearing the pop/bang/boom that a firearm makes and subconsciously transferring your stress to that minor explosion and imagining it eradicated in a puff of glorious gun powder igniting as it pushes a projectile down the barrel of your firearm.

And finally, you can transfer your problems to the target you're shooting at, then destroy the target. The cowards (liberals) will be aghast at this, but too bad.

2. Your confidence and self-esteem builds as you continue to improve your shooting skills. Like anything else we do, when we get better, we feel better about ourselves. Good shooting takes practice and commitment. When your groups get better, you experience the satisfaction and fulfillment of self-improvement. It's no different than a baseball player who improves their batting average or a basketball player who improves their free-throw percentage. When we get better at something, we feel better about ourselves.

3. You can build better social relationships with people who share a common attitude. Most folks who own firearms and shoot them regularly share a considerable number of similar attitudes about life as we know it today. Thanks to wacked out media loonies and Hollywood weirdos, right is now wrong and up is now down and so on. Nobody knows what is real anymore. This is not a problem with the overwhelming majority of firearms owners. A little social time spent shooting or hunting and our internal compass and GPS is reset back in its proper course heading.

4. If you're a hunter, you're eating a lot healthier. I'm not sure how many firearms owners are also hunters, but I'd wager at least half of those who own shotguns and rifles also use them to hunt with. Wild game has none of the problems with domesticated beef and pork and fowl that we buy in the grocery stores. Nobody is running around giving hormone shots to whitetail deer or stuffing wild pigs with the latest genetically engineered grains. In fact, one of the challenges in cooking wild game is that there isn't very much fat (in most cases) to work with and I often have to supplement the skillet with a little lard to help sear and cook the meat without scorching it. I never have that problem with ground hamburger I get at the grocery store. Just the opposite--I have to drain the fat.

Your firearm is like a shopping cart--you can use it to fill your freezer and fridge with meat that is far better for you than anything you buy at the corner market. Why isn't the First Lady promoting wild game in our children's school lunches?

5. The biggest health benefit of firearms ownership is being able to preserve your own life. My wife and I are proud and loyal NRA members. As such, we receive the publications and the first thing we read each month is The Armed Citizen where excerpts from actual news stories across the country document incidents where a firearm was used to defend the owner's life or someone else's life.

What could possibly be more beneficial, health-wise, than being able to stay alive when some wolf is trying to rob or rape or kill you?

So the next time some coward (liberal) tries to convince you of the dangers of firearms ownership, refer them back to these five simple, factual examples of how beneficial they are to one's health.

If they're still not convinced, encourage them to go play with the wolves.

Tuesday, March 18, 2014

The Maylasian airliner possibility no one in the world wants to think about.

Okay, please buckle your seatbelts and return your trays and seats to their upright position.

There is an old line from a famous Shakespeare play, Hamlet, in which the line "The lady doth protest me thinks too much," is used.

Substitute "lady" with "China" and I think you have a good lead on what happened to Flight MH370--the missing Boeing 777 flight out of Kuala Lampur that has seemingly disappeared from the face of the earth.

A lot of theories have been bandied about, ranging from hijacking by Muslim extremists to crew incompetency to an onboard bomb or explosion to a new Bermuda Triangle. 

However, the one constant in the entire matter has been China's typical schizophrenic attitude towards any catastrophe involving anything that could possibly be connected to the Middle Kingdom or that they might even be inferred to be involved with.

Robber Barons

Communist China has a long history of being that fat, obnoxious bully on the school playground who starts a fight, then sits back and watches the other kids pummel each other. When questioned by the teachers or principal, the bully protests vehemently that he didn't do anything and is being picked on. Sometimes he even offers to try and break up the fight and be seen as the helpful hero.

China's history as a bully is well known. So is their history as thieves.

More pirated copyrights and trademarks and patents end up in Chinese manufacturing facilities than anywhere else in the world. From music to computers to military hardware to nuclear technology (thank you, Clinton administration), the ChiComs have proven to be the world's biggest robber barons.

When accused or caught, they become that obnoxious acne-riddled bully on the playground who goes bellowing and protesting so loudly and incessantly that everyone finally clasps their hands over their ears and says to hell with it. Let the damn thieves keep whatever they stole.

That's the Middle Kingdom of today.

Hi-hacked rather than hijacked

It is exactly zero secret that the Chinese have focused massive efforts into computer hacking and recruiting and training the world's best hackers to steal and redirect as much technology as they can to the rulers in the Politburo.

A simple Google search will net you page after page after page of evidence that would convict the Chinese in any courtroom anywhere in the world other than Bejing.

Of particular interest to the ChiComs these days is drone technology. Fly-by-wire controlled by computer operators from thousands of miles away.

What if the Chinese, who have proven they have the ability to hack into drones and redirect their flight, finally developed the skill to hack into the onboard flight computer of a major airliner?

Hollywood would have some geek with horn-rimmed glasses slurping on an energy drink massaging a joystick and actually flying the airplane. Uh-uh. That's not how it works. You still need a hands-on pilot to manipulate the controls. An airplane operates on three basic axis: Pitch, Roll, Yaw. While Airbus has developed the technology to land an airliner with hands-off input from the left (or right) seat, it is considered technology only to be used in the case of an emergency--although that may have changed in the recent past.

Where the real opportunity for a hacker exists is in breaking into the onboard computer and reconfiguring the GPS waypoints for the autopilot--of which the flights are preprogrammed before the flight even leaves the ground.

To simplify: The pilot gets the airplane off the ground and into a climb attitude, engages the autopilot and it does the rest right up to setting up for the final approach fix at the destination, to which the pilot then hand flies the airplane to the runway.

Economic Terror

The Chinese have been hacking into anything and everything military and aviation-related for the past decade. Imagine the economic terror they could wield if they demonstrate the ability to hack into and redirect global air and sea traffic.

Yes, sea vessel traffic. Oil is transported via tankers from the Middle East, as are commodities the Chinese need like grain and meat from Australia, et al. Today's seagoing vessels utilize the same GPS technology the airliners do.

Why pay for your oil and food when you can redirect the vessel carrying it to a remote area in the ocean where it is met by Chinese commandos, commandeered and the goods transferred to vessels flying the PRC flag? A ship is harder to make disappear than an airliner, but not that much harder--the ocean is a big place and it is deep.

We've been looking for, what, eleven days for a huge Boeing 777 and haven't found so much as a floating barf bag?

China is now professing "outrage" at Malaysia over the incident, claiming a backlash from their citizenry.

Give me a break. Too much citizen backlash in the PRC nets the outraged a 7.62mm bullet and the family gets a bill for the projectile that blew out the brains of their outraged next-of-kin. 

"The lady doth protest me thinks too much." Substitute "dragon" for "lady," and we have Hamlet in Bejing.

It's long been known among cops the world over that those who protest the loudest, longest and most vehemently are usually a good bet to be your most likely suspects.

Questions remain

So why an airliner from Malaysia? 

Why not? What is Malaysia going to do--send their ICBMs and B2s and highly trained commandos to China if it does turn out the ChiComs were behind this? Malaysia is that skinny, undernourished kid on the playground who goes about his own way and doesn't look for trouble. But when the bully sets his sights on him, the kid knows he is defenseless and ends up getting a bloody nose.

Secondly, most of southeast Asia is still primitive compared to Europe and North America. Should one of our flagship airliners or seagoing vessels end up missing, we would employ massive amounts of technology within hours of the event to find our airplane or ship. That didn't happen halfway across the world and in it not happening, should this turn up to be a nefarious event, it gave the guilty party ample time to hide or destroy the evidence.

In short, this would be an almost totally risk-free wet operation to try if the Chinese have indeed developed the technology to infiltrate and readdress information and commands on onboard computers. Only one U.S. citizen was on board, and our present administration has long since proven it could care less about U.S. citizens abroad who come into harm's way.

Zero risk operation

If this, in fact, is what happened, it may never be proven. I have little doubt that every soul on board flight MH370 is now dead and dead men tell no tales. That would only leave someone with a conscience to spill the beans and tell the world what really happened.

And conscience is something that is in short order in the Middle Kingdom.


Wednesday, March 12, 2014

Feminism is a bitch.

Redundant, I know. . .

Another feminist wacko from California (where else?) made the news this week, but this time for assaulting a minor. A minor female, sixteen-years-old, whose views on abortion fly in the ugly face of Mireille Miller-Young, who is a professor, of sorts, at University of California Santa Barbara.

What is Mireille Miller-Young a professor of, exactly?

Black cultural studies, pornography and sex work.

More specifically: Pornography; Sex Work; Black Film, Popular Culture and Art; Feminist & Queer Theory; African American & African Diaspora Studies; Visual Archives; New Media; Ethnography; Oral History.

Her dissertation, which is set to be published this year, is called: "A Taste for Brown Sugar: The History of Black Women in American Pornography."

Are you freaking kidding me? Why is it that the ugliest women are always the ones most interested in porn? Or that are feminists, for that matter?

This woman is so ugly that I doubt tying a pork chop around each of her legs would entice a starving junkyard dog to play with her--which makes me wonder just what the hell she could possibly know about sex?

It seems that there was a pro-life demonstration on the campus of UCSB and some of the pro-life young ladies had some signs that rather graphically depicted what happens to unborn fetuses during an abortion.

Associate professor Mireille Miller-Young, as the article reports, took offense and began raising hell with the students. A sign was forcibly taken from the pro-life protesters and they wanted their property back. In the process, Miller-Young assaults a sixteen-year-old member of the pro-life group.

On a side note, once again I just love the tolerance and understanding shown by the most rabid of the liberal loser crowd who crow the loudest about "free speech." But if they disagree with what you're saying, hey, just assault you and steal your materials.

But back to the porn-fetish queen.

Why are we allowing our public tax dollars to fund, employ and pay for human waste products like Miller-Young to teach in our public education system?

I am going to be a grandfather to a granddaughter who is scheduled to arrive in this world towards the end of July/first of August. I will set up a college fund, I'm sure, at some point and I cringe to think that my granddaughter might end up in a classroom where some ugly feminist wacko like Miller-Young exists only because my extorted tax dollars continue to fund her and her "black sugar" research.

I want so badly to make a "typical California" comment in regards to ugly feminists (redundant) teaching useless garbage in our public universities, but I can't. University of Texas, located in the rectum of Texas (Austin) has more than its share of weirdos and wackos. University of Colorado at Boulder is a lost cause. Chapel Hill, home of University of North Carolina, has long been the Berkeley of the east coast. New York spawns ugly feminists and exports them to Madison, Wisconsin.

Feminism, like race baiting, has run its course. If a woman or minority feels they aren't being paid as much as a straight white male, then go find another job where they will pay you what you're worth. If you're good, you will be in demand and you will be paid what you're worth in the market place.

Of course, there are not too many private sector opportunities for researching and writing on "black sugar in the porn industry" where you also get the chance to assault sixteen-year-old girls who oppose abortion.

Feminists might be wise to think about that.

Monday, March 10, 2014

Reason #7 why I carry a gun.

I carry a gun with me virtually everywhere I go except for Illinois and New Jersey.

That would be because I refuse to set foot in either of those states.

As a veteran, I fought for freedom. Illinois and New Jersey are at the height of freedom-suppressing corruption. In fact, no locale anywhere in all of North America has the corruption history of Chicago, and my sympathies go out to the Land of Lincoln because the cancer that is the Windy City has fatally infected the entire state.

I give you Illinois juries as an example.

Here we have the epitome of an absolute scumbag decrepit piece of crap who somehow learned to walk upright and on two legs. He and another humanoid go into a fried chicken joint to rob it and end up murdering seven innocent people.

Seven innocent people killed by these two pieces of human sewage.

Inside the Cook County jail, the perp gets violent with one of the jailers, who in defense, punches the son of a bitch in the face.

The jailer had no way of knowing that fourteen years later, that would be a half-million dollar blow he landed to James Degorski's face. 

For half a million dollars, I wished the jailer had rendered Degorski unrecognizable, unconscious and unresponsive.

Seven innocent victims dead at Degorski's hands. They only got buried. Their families got condolences. Their murderer got almost half a million dollars.

Did some of the OJ jury's cancer spread to Illinois? Or did perhaps the corruption Chicago has always been known for make its way to California?

Let's not let the scumbag lawyer off the hook here. Jennifer Bonjean was crowing after the verdict that it was a "great day for civil rights."

Question for you, counselor: What about the civil rights of the seven dead victims your piece of crap client murdered? How great of a day was it for them.

I carry a gun because I've seen violence up close and personal. I saw it in the military and I saw it in law enforcement. Rabid vermin like James Degorski only respond properly to one form of deterrence, and that is repeated aeration via lead projectiles.

It's obvious the justice system in Illinois--local, state and federal--is more worried about the civil rights of the murderers and crooks rather than the victims and the innocents.

If you need proof, simply look at our present administration in Washington that hails from Chicago. They prosecuted Marines who pissed on dead murderers known as Taliban. They prosecuted four Navy SEALs who did their job a little too well. They hung an ambassador and two former SEALs out to dry and be killed in Benghazi, then another Chicago product screeched "What difference does it make?"

I hope someone shoves a spiked baseball bat up Degorski's ass in prison.

And I hope his communist lawyer, Jennifer Bonjean, finds herself the recipient of the Knockout Game. And then I hope her assailants sue her for not bleeding enough.

Civil rights, indeed.

Ilk like Degorski and Bonjean are why I carry a gun.

Wednesday, March 5, 2014

Meet the new Sandra Fluke.

Y'all remember Sandra Fluke, right? The floozie broad who chose to attend a Catholic based law school (Georgetown University) and who could somehow afford to go there plus live in the Washington DC area--but she couldn't afford to pay for her own birth control.

I opined in this very blog when the hooha brouhaha first broke that Fluke didn't need to worry about birth control because she was uglier than homemade lye soap.

Oh how I heard from ugly feminists. Many sent me pictures of themselves, ostensibly trying to make me go blind, I suppose.

At the root core of the argument, it wasn't about sex. It was about entitlement.

Here we had an ugly liberal slut (is there any other type?) demanding that we taxpayers pay for her bedroom and backseat antics all the while she is getting a world-class law degree from a university whose Catholic sponsorship doesn't believe in, nor support birth control.

Didn't matter, said the Flukers. They were entitled. 

Now we have another little entitlement princess, again from the northeast, who if Obama had a white daughter, this would be her.

Rachel Channing, of Morristown, New Jersey moved out of her parents' home when she turned eighteen because, as the story goes, they wouldn't let her drink and carry on with her boyfriend (who they didn't like) and they wanted her to observe a curfew and be respectful and do a few chores around the house.

Not this little princess!

She left home and moved in with her BFF, which my kids tell me stands for "Best Friend Forever," and which some reports up in Jersey-land say is her boyfriend.

Fine. Let the entitled little wench pack up and leave. Maybe she'll learn something.

But no. The brat then does what brats like to do. She sues.

You read right. Rachel Channing filed a lawsuit against her parents seeking $650 a week child support as well as continued tuition for the private school she is attending (where she is a lacrosse player and cheerleader and hopes to later become a biomedical engineer), plus tuition and expenses for college. The lawsuit is paid for by her BFF's father. Talk about your douchebags.

I've got to hand it to princess Rachel, she makes Fluke's entitlement mentality look downright ghetto-ish compared to what she thinks she is entitled to.

I'm gonna blame the parents a little bit. This is what happens when you spoil your offspring without requiring anything in return. Throwing money at your kids and acquiescing to their every whim only results in spoiled little shit-ass punks that have all the value to decent society that cockroaches do in a five-star restaurant.

But still, at eighteen the pouty little princess is an adult and as such, her parents don't owe her a damned thing. No more than the taxpayers or Georgetown University School of Law owed Sandra Fluke a case of condoms.

I'm hoping that every human resources and hiring manager across America will burn the name and face of princess Rachel Channing in their mind, and when it comes time for this little brat to apply for a job, they laugh in her face while wadding up her resume and throwing it back at her.

Even better, toss a condom on the resume before wadding it up.

Monday, March 3, 2014

Sissy-ass jeans. Are you what you wear?

This blog post has been a long time in coming. And I'm reasonably confident that a number of the readers of An Ordinary American who are closet liberals and sensitive men who not only go to see Meryl Streep movies, but openly cry at them also are going to be a skosh offended.

For the record, I cried at some movies. I cried at the end of Clint Eastwood's Grand Torino because I wanted one last Dirty Harry scenario where Clint would take that old Gov't 1911 he carried with him and used it to take off the faces of those Hmung gangsters. That he only whipped out a cigarette lighter and got his ass shot off made me cry.

I cried at all of the Death Wish movies--but they were tears of joy and hope because Paul Kersey (Charles Bronson) showed us the way to easily and quickly reduce the crime rate.

And I cried at Animal House and Airplane and Naked Gun because I was laughing so damned hard.

I'm sensitive. I really am.

But what has kind of set me off is the revival of the dreaded designer jeans for men. Or let me rephrase that: The sissy-ass jeans for metrosexuals.

I grew up in the glorious era of the Big Three in rugged men's fashionable denim wear: Levis, Wranglers, Lee Jeans. Levis had the famous "v" stitched on the back pockets along with the coveted little red "Levis" tag that was sewed to the right buttocks pocket. Wranglers had the "don't mess with me W" stitched on their back pockets. Lee had plain pockets--which would ultimately lead to their undoing when Sears brand "Toughskins" dropped the "x" stitched on their pockets and went to a plain pocket.

Jeans say a lot about you. I used to be a Levis guy all the way. They were the only pair of jeans I could abuse day and night that would still stand up and be presentable. They were also THE most comfortable pair of denim anything I ever wore.

Growing up in ranch country and having spent much of my formulative years on the back of a horse, riding and walking through prickly pear, yucca, juniper and cedar brush, mesquite and the other wild, hostile assortment of west Texas native vegetation, your jeans had to be tough. Money was tight back then and it got expensive to keep replacing clothes that wore out--so you bought clothes that were tough enough for the task.

I wore Levis for many years before falling out of favor with them because of their wacko stances on social issues and where they began contributing money.

Not a problem. I had a closet full of Wranglers as well. I kind of preferred the Levis straight-leg jeans for cowboying because the pants leg fit a little more snug around my boot and that kept thorns and bristles and the such from finding their way in during rides through the underbrush. Wranglers had their "boot cut" jeans which were a little wider over the tops of your boots and from time to time, I'd end up getting prickly things inside my boots. Biting insects were the worst of those things.

In high school, you saw a variety of jeans on the girls. As long as they fit snug and tight around the young lady's derriere, then they were just fine with us guys. And if you were a guy, you either wore Levis or Wranglers. Lee jeans weren't too big in my part of Texas.

But then came (expletive deleted) disco in the mid-70s, and with it, silk shirts that looked like a peacock had crapped on them, leisure suits made from polyester, and designer jeans--some of which actually had little fake jewels sewn on the back pockets.

The males who wore the designer jeans were all momma's boys. Every single damned one of them. Their mommas didn't want them wearing rugged manly wear because us ruffians who wore rugged manly wear also were known to imbibe with a longneck beer or two (or three or four), we worked on our own cars and pickups and got dirty and greasy in the process, some of us smoked (I didn't--it took the military to get me to start smoking, a habit I've long since ditched), almost all of us cussed and we'd fight you at the drop of a Stetson hat.

The designer jean wearing males were sensitive. They danced to disco songs, drank feminine drinks like Amaretto Sours and slo-gin fizz (whatever the hell that is), didn't know a phillips head screwdriver from a flathead and were relegated to using full-service gas stations because they didn't even know how to check the pressure in their tires.

They giggled with the girls in the French club, wore their Texas Instruments calculators in little side holsters, had pictures of John Travolta on the walls of their room, used blowdryers on their hair and could recite poetry. A great number of the designer jean wearing males also had a strong tendency to be little smart asses so long as there was a teacher or principle or parent nearby that would offer them safe refuge. When confronted in the parking lot after school, they cried like a jilted prom queen and begged you not to hit them--even though it was they who started the whole mess.

Our president, Barack Hussein Obama, wears designer jeans.

I'm guessing the overwhelming majority of Congress and the Supreme Court wears designer jeans. I suspect the current Joint Chiefs of Staff wear thongs.

I'm a live and let live guy most of the time. Stay out of my face and space and I'll do the same. But I despise smart asses who hide behind the sanctity of "you can't hit me because that would be assault and that's against the law." Worse are those smart asses who berate the cashiers at department stores simply because they know that the managers of those stores, most of whom wear designer jeans themselves, are so scared of losing a customer that they'll let their employees get sassed and harassed unmercifully and chalk it up to "the customer is always right."

Not me. I have no tolerance for bullies, regardless of what they wear. Odd thing is, most of the disagreements I've had in the past few years have not been with men wearing Wranglers. In fact, most of those men were rather polite to the cashiers and counter people. Lot of "yes ma'am" and "no ma'am" type of stuff, never on their damned phone while trying to pay or checkout, and almost always said "thank you."

I'm seeing way too many designer jeans on males these days. I'm even seeing males trying to look like a cowboy or blue-collar worker by wearing cowboy boots or work boots with their fancy little embroidered designer jeans.

Shaking my head.

But then again, as some old Wrangler wearing friends pointed out, maybe it's best that certain folks keep wearing their little designer embroidered mom jeans.

It takes the guesswork out.

I give you our president, again, as Exhibit A.

Friday, February 28, 2014

Just leave me the hell alone!

My pickup truck registration was due this month, something else that rankles the living hell out of me.

I paid sales tax on the truck when I bought it. I pay (outrageous) taxes on the gasoline she gulps. I pay sales tax on the synthetic oil and top-shelf oil filter I replace every four-thousand miles religiously. I pay sales tax on the parts I purchase at NAPA or Autozone or O'Reilly's and install and/or replace. I paid taxes on the tools I use to maintain our vehicles.

But none of that is good enough for the damned government. I have to register the truck as well.

Fine, give me a registration application. I'll fill it out and mail it back to you or zap it to you via Al Gore's internet.

Oh no you don't. Not so fast there, Tex.

You gotta pony up some cash for that registration.

In looking at the list of taxes just to register my pickup (as well as my wife's Avalon and my Z-car), there are about seven additional taxes listed and all in all, the total came out to around $65 dollars. There was an extra dollar charge if you mailed it in, and get this--an extra TWO DOLLAR charge if you sent it in via the internet.


The money is zapped right into the Texas Treasury. No wages had to be paid for typical state employees sitting on their dead asses pretending to be busy. No office space had to be rented. It's the internet.

And for eliminating all that additional labor and office equipment and real estate, it cost two bucks more.

Mind you, I'm not really fussing about paying $67 for registering my truck. I remember a few years back in North Carolina, specifically Nash County, it cost $400 and change to register my truck. Cost more than that to register the wife's car. I told the First In Flight state to kiss my Texas ass and kept the Z-car registered with my address in Texas. We then proceeded to begin looking for ways to get the hell out of North Carolina as fast as we could.

You pay an inordinate amount of money for a motor vehicle, then the exorbitant sales tax on top of it, then the registration fees. . . and that should be it, by God. But no. Always a (expletive deleted) tax or permit or fee on damn near everything you own.

We recently replaced the fence on the west side of our yard. We live in a suburb in the northern hinterlands of the Dallas/Fort Worth metro-madness. Our house is located on a large corner lot on a cul-de-sac. The fence line we replaced was around 115 linear feet. Just as we did with the other two sides of the property, we used concrete posts, 2x4s as rails instead of those wimpy little 1.5 x 1.5 rails that rot after a few years and cause your pickets to fall out. We used the wide cedar pickets. Two-thirds of the fence line was with six-foot pickets. The remaining portion used eight-foot pickets as we have an elevated deck coming out of our downstairs master bedroom and kitchen. The taller pickets affords us better privacy.

Imagine my surprise when some geek from the city shows up and informs me that I'm in violation for NOT getting a permit to replace my own (expletive deleted) fence. Imagine what I called him and suggested he do with his permit.

A fence is required around here, but a permit is required in order to build a structure that the pissants down in City Hall require. Makes no sense. But it gets better.

The pissants at City Hall tack on an additional $100 on top of the $57 permit as a "fine" for not getting a permit to replace a structure required by code but for which a permit is required in order to build the structure so that you will be in compliance with code.

And it gets better yet.

It seems we may have an even larger fine because some fifteen-plus years ago, in the dead of night, the little nutsacks known as Planning & Zoning decided that all new fences on corner/cul-de-sac lots had to be a minimum of fifteen feet away from the sidewalk, or there would be a fine involved.

I measured where our house sits relative to the sidewalk on the west side, where the fence was replaced, and our house sits around thirteen feet from the sidewalk. That means to be in compliance, we'd have to give up a fifth or more of our backyard, PLUS have the fence start next to the house in the middle of our master bedroom picture window in order to be "fifteen feet from the sidewalk."

We explain this to the pissants at City Hall and it fell on deaf and dumb (literally) ears. "When do you want to pay the fine?" was all the women at the desk kept asking.

"I am not paying a damn fine for replacing a structure that had I not replaced it, I would have been fined for not having replaced," was my response.

"We'll send someone to collect the fine from you," was the dude in charge's response.

"Tell him to bring a (expletive deleted) lunch," was my response.

Sunday is Texas Independence Day. Sure as hell don't feel like Independence around here or anywhere else in Amerika any longer, what with all the damned taxes, fees, permission requests, ordinances, zoning, permits and fines for non-compliance of rules you don't even know exist.

In Florida, a woman somewhere near Coral Gables, I think, wanted to live off the grid. The (expletive deleted) city told her she couldn't!


Note to government--just leave me the hell alone.

Wednesday, February 26, 2014

Live or Die: The Choice Colt, Ruger, Marlin and Mossberg must make.

Gun confiscation is starting in Connecticut.

Call it whatever you want, but the rallying foundation of those of us who have been fighting the anti-gunners have long since held that "Registration leads to confiscation."

When the Constitution State enacted anti-Constitutional laws that infringe upon the right to keep and bear arms and demanded that her subjects immediately begin registering certain firearms, a handful of subjects complied.

But more citizens chose not to.

Civil disobedience, I believe, is what the libtards like to call it when hippies burned their draft cards and marched in the streets, or when the Al Sharpton led race-baiters protested and called for George Zimmerman's head.

However, as the citizens are refusing to register their legal firearms, the Constitution State is now drafting and sending out letters of confiscation.

There are a number of problems here, obviously. But one of the biggest problems I, as a gun-owner, shooter and enthusiast have is the fact that at least four major gun manufacturers maintain a significant presence in Connecticut in spite of the relentless war on guns and those who own them is being perpetrated.

Colt, Ruger, Marlin and Mossberg. Four brands of firearms I have long admired and owned products of continue to operate in a state that is now moving towards outright confiscation of firearms it doesn't like based upon nothing more than cosmetic appearance.

The "assault weapons" the Constitution State (oh, what irony) gets their panties in a wad over are nothing more than dressed up semi-automatic firearms.

Colt makes an "assault weapon." Ruger makes an "assault weapon." Marlin makes an "assault weapon." Mossberg makes an "assault weapon." All four manufacturers have or have had semi-automatic rifles in their manufacturing lineups. Yeah, Marlin's was a .22LR but it was still a semi-automatic. Glue a pistol grip (or half-eaten Pop Tart) to it, paint it matte black and add a red-dot to it and it'll be on the "Dangerous Guns You Cannot Own In The Freedom Loving Constitution State" list.

I love my Colt firearms even though Colt fell seriously out of favor with me when they got all elitist and tried the "We're only going to sell to government and law enforcement" route. I love my Rugers, especially the decidedly deadly, dangerous 10-22. My Mini-14 is only a danger to anything broader than the side of a barn because as is most Mini-14s, its accuracy is such that it is hard-pressed to consistently hit the broad side of any barn. There is no finer revolver than a four-inch Ruger GP100. There are wheelguns just as good, mind you, but none better.

And the Mossberg. I love Mossberg pump-action shotguns. I've had my Model 500 with a wooden stock (I don't like synthetic stocks on much of anything) for almost twenty-five years. It's never even hiccuped or given any indication that it might not fire or perform exactly designed.

My days of purchasing new Colt, Mossberg, Ruger and Marlin products have come to an end.

So long as these major gun manufacturers remain in a state that is now in the business of firearm confiscation, I will not spend one damned dime supporting them.

Yes, I realize it is expensive to just "up and move." But consider this: How expensive has it been in blood, sweat, tears and the lives of our men and women, going all the way back to 1776, who fought for our freedom and defended our freedom throughout two-plus centuries? Are the gun manufacturers listed above simply willing to let those sacrifices ultimately go down in absolute vain because it's expensive to "up and move" from a location who has made it clear that your money is welcome here, just not your product or  your supporters?

It may turn out to be a helluva lot more expensive to stay.

Do the right thing, Colt, Ruger, Marlin and Mossberg. Pack up and leave. There are still plenty more states out here that are far more supportive of the Constitution rather than the Constitution State.