Get out of my country, asshole.

Just a day or so ago, I wrote about a piece of human sewage up in New Jersey who threw her year-old pit bull pup down a nineteen story trash chute.

And now. . . now, I'll be damned if we don't have this piece of shit, Jorge Guzman-Zubiaur charged with hanging two dogs from his tree, one a Doberman and one a Dalmation. He's presently in jail in Homestead (Florida) on $20,000 bail.

Jorge Guzman-Zubiaur faces two counts of animal cruelty. (Source: Miami-Dade Corrections)

The Doberman died. The Dalmation was saved and in the care of an animal facility at this time.

If I could get my hands on this Jorge (pronounced "whore-hay") son of a bitch. . .

Homestead Man Accused of Hanging Dogs in Tree

This piece of shit was ALREADY out on bail for felony drug charges. Now he does this.

Shoot this sorry asshole. Shoot his ass and feed him to the gators.

Then close the goddamn borders down and if you are not an American citizen and have been here longer than one year, you're the hell out of here on the next train, boat or airplane.

I'm sick and damned tired of this multicultural bullshit. I'm tired of the bullshit of having to "accept" other nationalities' cultures when they migrate here.

Tell you what: Don't like the way we do it here in America?

Then get the F-Bomb out of here. TODAY.

A real piece of human sewage

I just finished reading the story of Patrick the Pit Bull. And I’d like to kick someone’s ass.

In case you haven’t heard, Patrick is the pit bull that was found in a trash chute in New Jersey.

Patrick the pit bull was found starved and barely alive inside a garbage chute at the Garden Spires apartment complex in Newark, N.J., on March 16 (AHS). (Picture courtesy of Fox News)

Nineteen floors this dog was tossed down in the trash chute. NINETEEN!

I am not an animal rights activist and I despise the hypocrites of PETA and HSUS, and if anyone from ALF (Animal Liberation Front) ever crosses my path, only one of us will walk away. But perhaps the only group of people I despise worse than the ALF and PETA and HSUS pukes are those who blatantly, intentionally harm and abuse domesticated animals for no purpose whatsoever other than for just the sheer hell of it.

For the record, I hunt. I eat and consume what I hunt. What doesn’t get consumed gets donated to local food banks. I fish, and the same thing goes. The animal rights wackos don’t like this, but I couldn’t possible give a damn less. Furthermore, I’ll guarantee you that I’ve killed a lot less animals than PETA and HSUS shelters and rescues.

So back to Patrick. Here is a story on his update. Dog found starved, tossed in trash chute

Here is the story on the piece of shit woman charged with doing this to him. Woman charged with cruelty, neglect in pit bull case

Five minutes, Lord. All I ask is five minutes alone with people that do this to our pets.

I’ve been a long-time volunteer and supporter with Doberman Rescue of North Texas. In fact, I even wrote their tag line, “I saved my best friend’s life.”

During my more active years of participation with DRNT, we saw some abuse cases that made the hair on your neck stand up and we saw some that made you physically sick. Along the way, I’ve participated in rescuing horribly neglected animals from puppy mills and from the homes of hoarders. I’ve seen pets die because there simply was no saving them.

I’ve seen it with cats, which are not my favorite species of animal by a long shot, and I’ve seen it with horses, which are one of my favorite species. And I’ve also seen it with young children and our elderly—but that’s another blog for another day.

In no way do I equate animals as being equal to humans. Not even close. I do not protest necessary medical research that utilizes animals. I don’t like it, but I fully understand and accept the incredible gains that have been made in the medical field due to the responsible use of animal research.

I do not anthropomorphize. Our dogs are not little people in fur coats. They are canines, pack animals, predators with traits inherent to their temperament and breeding. We train them as such, and we deal with them as such.

Kisha Curtis is the piece of shit who is charged with tossing Patrick down the nineteen story trash chute. Naturally, she says she didn’t do it—“someone else did.” Spare me. If I had a nickel for every time some ghetto, low-class piece of crap example of human sewage told me that during my law enforcement days, I’d be richer than LaBron James.

Bottom line is I don’t like abuse in any form. Period. Abuse is what bullies do, and I absolutely detest and despise bullies because at their core, they are nothing more than cowards.

I’m rooting for Patrick. Hard. Because Patrick is only one dog, today, that we know about and that has gained some attention to the issue of people abusing our domestic animals.

I’m also cheering for the prosecutor who has charged Kisha Curtis. And I wonder if Kisha Curtis is related in some way to Michael Vick?

If you don't want your pet, your cat, your horse, your ferret, your rat or your goldfish anymore, give it away. Take it to your vet's office. Take it to the animal shelter. Take it to a pet store.

Don't abuse it or turn it loose to fend for itself.

In less than five minutes of googling, you can find all the rescue help you need to place your pet.

In the meantime, I'll continue to cheer for Patrick the pit bull--and I'll hope he gets strong enough and healthy enough to have a good life. I'll also hope that maybe the judge in this case will, as part of Kisha Curtis' sentencing, have her tied to a fire hydrant and let Patrick piss all over her.

Obama: Nothing but a pathetic coward

I'm a pilot, I like to fly and my wife's family is up in Maine. So when we fly that way, we can take the coastal route up the Atlantic seaboard, or the great-circle route which takes us just south of the Canadian border around Rochester, New York.

If we were flying to see my mother-in-law this weekend, we'd take the great-circle route. I'd fly that route because I wouldn't want the extra scrutiny and attention that would be given us as we flew near, then over the eastern Virginia area.

Obama is going to be there. For yet another vacation.

You can time the Imposter's vacations with the crisis or situation du jour. Hell, you can set your calendar by them. At present, it's budget crunch time and the government is in danger of shutting down, putting a million or so bureaucrats truly on their asses, but this time, without pay.

I say go for it, but that's another topic.

Let's review the crisis situations in which Obama has run like a scalded dog and hid behind the "vacation" or "need to get away and relax" security blanket:

1. Government in danger of shutting down, and Obama runs to Williamsburg, Virginia for some R&R.

2. Japan suffers worst earthquake in its history, and Obama runs to choose his NCAA basketball brackets, then prepare for trip to Rio.

3. The BP oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico and Obama goes golfing.

4. Attempted Christmas Day bombing on a flight over Detroit, and Obama could not be bothered to even comment on it.

Feel free to add to this list yourself. There is no shortage of material.

Bottom line? We have a real pussy for a president. I used to think there was no bigger pussy in all of politics than Jimmy Carter, but this Kenyan Imposter even has Carter beat--and by a wide margin. At least Carter generally hung around Washington or Camp David and made bad decisions, but again. . . at least he was there.

Obama runs from both his responsibilities, but from accountability as well.

Now we see where the Wisconsin Democrats that ran away like little sissies got their inspiration.

When funny isn't funny

As the old saying goes, "a picture is worth a thousand words." If true, then these political cartoons must be worth a hundred times that much.

Inflation, you know.

Unfortunately, the satire in these images and cartoons is only the tip of the proverbial iceberg.

Democrats and Republicans alike share the blame and both have more than earned our scorn.

The elections in 2010 was a decent start. Let's keep flushing the sewage down the nation's toilet bowl each successive election until they're all gone.

Race War. How do we head it off?

For the record, I despise race-baiters, be they frauds like Jesse Jackson and Al Sharpton or inbred goons like Tom Metzger and David Duke.

In fact, I despise racists of any stripe, color, shape, form or origin. Period.

Every ethnicity has its trash, and that trash has its own politically incorrect label. In fact, within the ethnic communities, they have names for each other that I'd never heard of. When I was in law enforcement, we used to refer to losers of the caucasian race as "white trash assholes."

I still do. In fact, my wife and I just disassociated ourselves of a four-year relationship with a couple of absolute white trash women--white trash of the highest order.

If the women had been black, they would've been called "niggers." If they'd been Hispanic, my Latin friends tell me they would've been called "beaners."

And so on.

Within each ethnic segment of our society, such trash--regardless of race or color--does incredible harm to their respective race because they perpetuate the very stereotype that fuels the prejudice and racist views towards the entire race.

One of my best friends in the entire world and I go all the way back to basic military training school in the Air Force. He was--and still is--black. He was--and still is--one helluva cowboy, and runs a big ranch in the northwest. He's also quite wealthy because of his abilities with cattle, horses, the nuances of running a ranch, and getting other cowboys--white, Mexican and American Indian cowboys--to work as a team. The other cowboys. . . you have to remind them that my friend is black. They don't even notice anymore.

But some of the Aryan assholes in that part of the country noticed. And they made the bad mistake of carrying their skinhead scum out into the ranchlands to harass and threaten my friend, his half Nez Perce/half Hispanic wife, and the (white) cowboys they work for him.

They never made that mistake again. Everyone on that ranch--white, black, Hispanic, Indian--put a hurt on those Nazi pukes that they never forgot.

The ranch works because my friend, the foreman, puts results before race. He puts the interest of his cowboys and their families above the interests of political correctness. He puts the truth of their words and deeds above the appearances and opinions of outsiders who don't know them. And to a man, the cowboys and their families have a deep faith in God.

And God don't care what color we are.

Enter the black ministry. Jesse Jackson, Al Sharpton. We all know how they pander to any race-baiting opportunity that presents itself, truth be damned. We all know how they blame white folks and George Bush for anything that has ever happened to the black community in the last fifty years.

Well, here's another black minister, the Reverend Jesse Lee Peterson, and here's what he has to say:

By Rev. Jesse Lee Peterson

Say a hurricane is about to destroy the city you live in. Two questions:

What would you do?

What would you do if you were black?

Sadly, the two questions don't have the same answer.

To the first: Most of us would take our families out of that city quickly to protect them from danger. Then, able-bodied men would return to help others in need, as wives and others cared for children, elderly, infirm and the like.

For better or worse, Hurricane Katrina has told us the answer to the second question. If you're black and a hurricane is about to destroy your city, you'll probably wait for the government to save you.

This was not always the case.

Prior to 40 years ago, such a pathetic performance by the black community in a time of crisis would have been inconceivable. The first response would have come from black men. They would take care of their families, bring them to safety, and then help the rest of the community. Then local government would come in.

No longer. When 75 percent of New Orleans residents had left the city, it was primarily immoral, welfare-pampered blacks that stayed behind and waited for the government to bail them out. This, as we know, did not turn out good results.

Enter Jesse Jackson and Louis Farrakhan. Jackson and Farrakhan laid blame on 'racist' President Bush. Farrakhan actually proposed the idea that the government blew up a levee so as to kill blacks and save whites. The two demanded massive governmental spending to rebuild New Orleans, above and beyond the federal government's proposed $60 billion. Not only that, these two were positioning themselves as the gatekeepers to supervise the dispersion of funds.

Perfect: 'Two of the most dishonest elite blacks in America,' overseeing billions of dollars. I wonder where that money will end up.

Of course, if these two were really serious about laying blame on government, they should blame the local one. Responsibility to perform legally and practically fell first on the mayor of New Orleans.

We are now all familiar with Mayor Ray Nagin the black who likes to yell at President Bush for failing to do Nagin's job. The facts, unfortunately do not support Nagin's wailing.

As the Washington Times puts it, 'recent reports show [Nagin] failed to follow through on his own city's emergency-response plan, which acknowledged that thousands of the city's poorest residents would have no way to evacuate the city.'

One wonders how there was 'no way' for these people to evacuate the city. We have photographic evidence telling us otherwise. You've probably seen it by now the photo showing 2,000 parked school buses, unused and underwater. How much planning does it require to put people on a bus and leave town, Mayor Nagin?

Instead of doing the obvious, Mayor Nagin (with no positive contribution from Gov. Kathleen Blanco, the other major leader vested with responsibility to address the hurricane disaster) loaded remaining new Orleans residents into the Superdome and the city's convention center.

We know how that plan turned out.

About five years ago, in a debate before the National Association of Black Journalists, I stated that if whites were to just leave the United States and let blacks run the country, they would turn America into a ghetto within 10 years.

The audience, shall we say, disagreed with me strongly.

Now I have to disagree with me. I gave blacks too much credit.

It took a mere three days for blacks to turn the Superdome and the convention center into ghettos, rampant with theft, rape and murder.

President Bush is not to blame for the rampant immorality of blacks. Had New Orleans' black community taken action, most would have been out of harm's way. But most were too lazy, immoral and trifling to do anything productive for themselves.

All Americans must tell blacks this truth. It was blacks' moral poverty, not their material poverty, that cost them dearly in New Orleans. Farrakhan, Jackson, and other race hustlers are to be repudiated for they will only perpetuate this problem by stirring up hatred and applauding moral corruption. New Orleans, to the extent it is to be rebuilt, should be remade into a dependency-free, morally strong city where corruption is opposed and success is applauded.

Blacks are obligated to help themselves and not depend on the government to care for them.

We are all obligated to tell them so.

The Rev. Jesse Lee Peterson is founder and president of BOND, the Brotherhood Organization of A New Destiny, and author of 'Scam: How the Black Leadership Exploits Black America.'

I cannot add a thing to that. Not a thing.

On the Hispanic side, you have the Mexican race-baiters claiming we stole Mexico from them.

Fact is, we didn't steal it. We whipped your ass for it. And we'll whip it again.

La Raza pukes yell and wave flags and demand free everything for illegal aliens and claim that whites and blacks are racists. Likewise, the white trash assholes blame all of our problems on "niggers and spics and Jews" (always Jews when it comes to black and white racists, ever notice that?).

It's each races responsibility to take out their own trash.

Simple solution: Put all of the racists in one city--Chicago would be good, or San Francisco--put a fence around the entire area, and come back and check on it in ten years. Or maybe a hundred.

Meanwhile, leave the rest of us--of all colors--alone. We can get along just fine.

Fiscal retards

I'm looking at a story from The Drudge Report about how our idiots in Congress and Washington increased spending by eight times the normal amount last month, March 2011. U.S. Government spent more than eight times its monthly revenue

This is unfreakingbelievable.

Only a few days ago, I wrote about how we've become Enslaved to the government due to the fact that the government--fed, state, county, city and school districts--has more jobs than significant portions of the private sector does. And what the government does not get is that the source of revenue does not come from the government, but from the private sector.

I hear government employees protest by saying, "We pay taxes, too!"

Yes, you do. I did too when I was on a government salary. However, you do not pay social security, you get a guaranteed pension (feds) which is something that basically no longer exists per se in the private sector, and the taxes you pay are simply public funds in the first place that were cycled your way, and now recycled back into the general fund.

Again, there are a number of government jobs that we need to have, period. Military, law enforcement, air traffic control, border security (ha! what a joke), and believe it or not, I think we need Medicare, Medicaid and SSI programs--but. . . we also need to eliminate the fraud from the programs, and those who are able to work, but don't because they're too damned lazy.

When I was growing up, it was simple: I got an allowance in exchange for helping out around the house and doing things like taking out the trash, mowing the lawn, washing the cars, putting away the dishes, etc.

Today's welfare recipient recoils at the thought of them being asked to do anything in return for the free handout we give them.

That in and of itself is a problem, but the bigger problem is the elected idiots who agree and keep increasing the amount of allowance we give the deadbeats.

We're out of money, folks. We're on borrowed funds. But our idiots keep spending. It's time to shut it down.

In our household, if we don't have the money, we don't go shopping. We set aside the money we need for our bills. We work very hard not to acquire new bills. If we do, we adjust our budget.

We don't take lavish vacations to New York and Rio de Janeiro and Europe. We don't send our Doberman on his own separate vacation in a separate plane the way Obama did.

We know pretty well what our expenses are going to be each month and we budget for them. Why can't our federal government do the same?

Look around you in the news--states everywhere are having to cut back. Wisconsin and Ohio are two good examples. Look in the news in you'll find cities having to roll back their budgets and school districts are looking for ways and places to cut the budget.

The money ain't there for them to spend.

Yet, Washington keeps spending. And then the sons of bitches have the balls to ask us, the taxpayers and source of those funds, to tighten our belts and "be responsible." Anyone remember the Kenyan's comment about not going to Las Vegas and blowing your money?

But how many rooms did Michelle Obama rent, on our nickel, in Spain when she took her entourage of leeches on a private vacation?

I'm tired of being told that I need to cut back, and then I see, hear, read and watch our hypocritical SOBs inside the Beltway laughing like drunken whores with fistfuls of our dollars in their hands.

What we need is for every taxpayer in the United States to figure out a way to simply say, "No. Not going to pay any taxes this week" and make it happen. Just one week. If Washington didn't get the message then, they never will and it would be time for an escalated approach of fixing our government, which would be setting up recall elections and getting them out of power and into the unemployment line.

I'm tired of the socialists. As Margaret Thatcher said, "The problem with socialism is that eventually you run out of other people's money."

Well, Washington, you've run out of our money. So quit spending it.

Two-wheeled organ donors

Motorcycles scare me, or at least the thought of riding one in this day and age does.

Back in my (much) younger days, I had no problem going out with my best friend, who had several motorcycles of the off-road variety, and zooming up and down hills and through hairpin curves. I always had a blast.

What scares the crap out of me today about motorcycles is the thought of riding one in the city where people drive like a bat out of hell with a smart phone in one hand and a laptop computer in the other. At least if you’re in a car and one of these idiots smashes into you, your chances of escaping with only minor injuries are pretty good.

Not so if you are on a two-wheeled death machine.

Which is why I don’t understand motorcycle riders who refuse to wear helmets. If I had no choice but to ride a motorcycle back and forth to work, I'd be looking for a suit of armor to wear that also had airbags around all the major organs.

My hometown newspaper here in Texas had a front page story about a guy who lost his leg in a motorcycle riding accident. Amputated, as in they cut that sucker off because there was no patching it back together. His buddy, also riding a motorcycle, lost his life. Neither of them were wearing a helmet. And yet the surviving motorcyclist still refuses to wear one.

His friend is dead, and he loses one-fourth of his major appendages but he still says that he'll refuse to wear a helmet on his next motorcycle outing. He even said this from his hospital bed shortly after his leg had been whacked off in order to save his life.

How stupid-assed is that? This guy should run for Congress or maybe become a community organizer.

The newspaper story goes on to cite statistics showing that the year before the mandatory Texas helmet law was repealed, there were 113 deaths on Texas roads related to motorcycle accidents. In 2000, several years after the helmet law was repealed, there were 204 motorcycle related deaths. That's over an 80% increase.

For the record, let me state that I am strongly in favor of less laws, not more. I also think that we, as Americans, should be allowed a certain amount of latitude to do with ourselves as we see fit. And if you want to preach to me about your freedom to zoom helmet-less while racing F-16s down the highway on your motorcycle, that’s fine by me.

If this is what you want, I say we give it to you. Let’s repeal all local and state laws regarding seat belt use and the wearing of helmets as they pertain to adults.

But on two conditions.

The first condition is that you can never go to the front of the line at the doctor’s office or at an emergency room because you by-God refused to wear your helmet or your seat belt. For instance, it’s Saturday night and you and your motorcycle just tangled with a herd of 18-wheelers while not wearing your helmet and consequently, you have a gash the size of the Mississippi River on the top of your skull and you’re convulsing worse than a Brittney Spears video.

Think you’re going to get preferential treatment at the emergency room? No effing way. You wait like everyone else.

Which brings us nicely to the second condition. When you expire, as most people who tangle un-helmeted with a herd of 18-wheelers normally do, provided there’s anything left of you, or more importantly your organs, you just became an organ donor. Every organ that is useful, excluding your brain, of course, will be harvested and sent where they’re needed the most. There are organ-recipient waiting lists a mile long for people who have done nothing reckless or foolish to find themselves in the condition that they’re in.

See how easily this can all work out? If you don’t want to wear a helmet or your seat belts, no problem. By not doing so, you readily identify yourself to the authorities as a voluntary organ donor in the event of your grisly demise. Hell, we even save you the hassle of signing up to be an organ donor or having to carry around an organ donor card.

How much more free can one get?

I think what we have here is a potential win-win situation.

Slavery is alive and well in the U.S.

The opening line from a Wall Street Journal piece says it all:

If you want to understand better why so many states—from New York to Wisconsin to California—are teetering on the brink of bankruptcy, consider this depressing statistic: Today in America there are nearly twice as many people working for the government (22.5 million) than in all of manufacturing (11.5 million).

We've become a nation of takers, not makers

In this masterful piece, written by Stephen Moore, it is pointed out that government payrolls have steamed over private sector payrolls by a margin of two to one.

Translation? For every private sector employee in the industries mentioned in the report, there are two government bureaucrats overseeing the operations of our government and nation.

Is it any wonder why we're so fornicated up?

Before any government employees think I'm wailing and railing on all government employment, let me make it clear: I'm not.

I've been on the government dole myself a few times since reaching the age of eighteen more than several decades ago. The first was when I was a young enlisted man in the Air Force. The second time was when I worked for the Defense Department right out of college. The third--and final--time was when I worked in federal law enforcement.

However, the interesting thing about two of those three government jobs was that we were anything but overstaffed and overmanned. In the Air Force, Vietnam had recently ended and an idiot named Jimmy Carter took his smirking, incompetent face and ideas to Washington. One of the first things the peanut brain did was gut the military, starting with personnel and then in the same broad stroke, the B-1 bomber project and the cruise missile project. All the reductions meant no money for training, reliable equipment, ammunition and the other stuff a warrior needs to do his job. And in 1980, we paid the ultimate price for Carter's head-up-the-ass mentality.

Operation Eagle Claw, the failed Iranian hostage rescue mission, we lost eight servicemen due to the incompetence of the Carter administration and their insistence that more attention, funds and personnel power be made available to black-hole social welfare programs than the defense of this nation and the rescue of our citizens held in Tehran.

A lot of of us have never forgiven Carter for that. Every time I get close to doing so, I see the son of a bitch pandering to Obama and I'm reminded why I have less than no use for Carter--or for the Kenyan imposter.

The Defense Department was bloated with do-nothing civilians and ticket-punching military officers. To that end, damn little has changed except to grow more bloated while the actual fighting force of the Army, Air Force, Navy, Marines and Coast Guard have been slashed.

Today's Pentagon is made up of little more than armchair warriors and water-cooler commandos. The real warriors--the ones who keep us safe at night--have about as much interest in serving in the Pentagon as they do being a test subject for a new strain of syphilis.

In federal law enforcement, I only saw two agencies who were bloated: The FBI and the ATF. The others, like US Border Patrol, US Marshals, DEA, Customs. . . hopelessly short on agents--although their respective headquarters were never lacking for desk-jockeys.

FBI I could see. After all, the "B" does stand for bureaucracy and bureaucracy is the FBI way. But ATF? Our inside joke at my agency was trying to remember the last time an ATF agent made an arrest or made a case having anything to do with alcohol or tobacco. Always firearms. And drugs. ATF became notorious in numerous judicial districts for investigating drug cases, swooping in with door-kicking raids, and then hoping they'd find a firearm somewhere along the way.

In short, ATF has always been as useless as tits on a turtle. Today, nothing has changed with them. They are still useless--except to the Mexicans to whom they seem to enjoy supplying illegal guns and weapons to. (House panel subpoenas ATF for documents on gun program

At our agency, I can assure you we were always short-handed--which increased, exponentially, the danger of the job. I miss that job like I miss disco music.

There are other government jobs and duties that I support wholeheartedly. I'm a pilot, and as such, I've had air traffic controllers help me out on occasions where without them, things might have gotten pretty interesting. The pilots within the FAA served a useful purpose in ensuring that our airports were safe to fly in and out of, among other things.

The problem with the FAA is the non-aviator types who pollute the agency. The biggest problem is when the Administrator and other key, senior-level "bosses" are not pilots, but are in charge of an "aviation" entity. . . you get the proverbial fustercluck.

Same goes with our law enforcement agencies. I remember a U.S. Marshal appointee by President Bush (senior) in '89 who was a banker. Had never fired a gun in his life, let alone carried one. Yet, for all the hard work and massive dollars he donated to his state's U.S. Senator during a re-election campaign, the payoff was a gold-badge and the chance to play cops and robbers for four years.

Now how the hell can you, as a cop, respect or work for someone like that?

Welcome to government.

I cringed when George W Bush announced the creation of the Department of Homeland Security. Another instant fustercluck--and now one of the fastest growing, most bloated and undisputedly most incompetent of ALL of the government agencies. After all, they over see the infamous and sexually-challenged Transportation Security Administration.

I rest my case.

HUD, Department of Education (an oxymoron if there ever was one), Health and Human Services, Department of Transportation (where all the senior bureaucrats have people who drive or fly them around--not competent enough to do it themselves), Department of Energy (checked gas prices lately?), and so on and so on.

The bloated levels of sheer incompetency are staggering.

Then we move into the individual states, then individual counties, and individual municipalities--all fed with money that trickles in from the federal government and the endless wealth redistribution process of taking tax dollars, then holding states and cities hostage in order to get some of their own money back.

And finally, school districts.

Here in Texas, the teachers are crying and demanding that we tap into our "Rainy Day Fund" so that they can continue teaching to the idiotic TAKS (Texas Assessment of Knowledge and Skills) test, how guns and hunting are bad, how it's okay for Heather to have two or more mommies, why Muslims are our friends, why we should welcome Julio and Pedro the illegal aliens into our state and feed them, teach them and give them free everything, etc etc.

The taxpayers' response? Go pound your erasers.

These are the same teachers that we've entrusted to teach basic economics, civics and government to our kids, yet these numbnuts can not even grasp the basic principle that we have too damned much government--more government than we have source of taxes (the revenue that feeds the insatiable government payroll coffers)?

Weren't the public employees' union geniuses in Wisconsin crying about the same thing? And the teachers' unions in New Jersey?

It's a real dichotomy when you have government employees who simply do not grasp where the source of their paycheck comes from. It's even worse when they don't give a damn. We seem to have both going on right now.

It's no wonder we're broke and going broker. The bigger the government gets, the more rules, regulations and ordinances it has to create in order to protect the myriad of little kingdoms the bureaucrats protect more fiercely than a lioness guarding her cubs. Then you have to have regulators to enforce those rules, and then revenue collectors to collect the fines and penalties for non-compliance. And with that money, more bureaucrats are hired in order to create more rules and regulations, thus necessitating the need for more enforcers resulting in the need for more revenue collectors.

We have become slaves to our government.

We made a statement in the 2010 elections, but too damn many of our so-called Republicans have already forgotten their campaign pledges. These are primarily the old school assholes who ran for re-election. The freshmen seem to remember why the hell we put them there.

We need to keep reminding them.

And then in 2012, we need to give them some new co-workers and send the old RINOs home to a private sector job.

If they can find one.

Drug cartels to target Texas Rangers? Bring it on.

I read today where some Mexican dope cartels must’ve been sniffing or snorting or smoking some of their own product.

Drug cartels threaten to kill Texas Rangers, ICE agents

They’re boasting to start targeting and killing Texas Rangers and ICE agents on the Texas border.

Bring it on, assholes.

I don’t particularly care one way or another what the dope heads (aka: cartel leaders) want to try and do with the federal boys from ICE. Given the testicle-challenged bunch of eunuchs we have in Washington, the dope heads could probably do whatever they want, and then have Obama and Napolitano apologize for not giving them easier or larger targets.

But to target our Texas Rangers? Those are Texas citizens. So, some advice to any Mexican dope head who gets to feeling a little randy down in the inner rectum of Mexico and thinks that capping a Texas Ranger or two might intimidate us or make us cower.

Two things:

1. We ain’t Obama. We didn’t carry the SOB in the 2008 election, and in 2010, we made our feelings damn well known regarding just what we think of him, his administration and just about everything that has transpired inside the beltway in the past two years. Keep that in mind.

2. If you dope heads screw with one of us, you screw with all of us. Comprende, pendejos?

I’ve had it with the dope cartels and our namby-pamby female-cat-genitalia politicians. If the cartels want a shooting war, we’ll damn well oblige you. Be advised: we are armed to the teeth here in the Lone Star State, and we’re not exactly feeling real warm and fuzzy towards the cartels and politicians skulking in the corrupt country south of the Rio Grande.

I’m sick of Mexico and I’m sick of hearing about how they’re really a good neighbor. Fact is, Mexico isn’t for jackshit as a neighbor to us or anyone else. Mexico is a hopelessly corrupt, stinking outhouse disguised as a sovereign nation. Mexico takes from us in terms of aid and assistance, and in return gives us cartels, murders, Third World diseases, illegal aliens—and then bitches when we say “Enough!”

Screw you, Mexico, and the burro you rode in on.

You better control those dope head animals who are manufacturing and exporting their poison to us. That is bad enough, but for you to take the bribes and then condone and/or even participate in the drug trade, the kidnappings and the assassinations, then try denying it gives us all the reason needed not to trust you lying sacks of crap.

A lot of us still haven’t forgotten what you sorry sons of bitches did to Kiki Camarena. For those unaware, who’ve forgotten or are too young to remember, here’s the story.

Mexico drug cartels, government officials torture, kill U.S. DEA agent

I fully expect to hear the whinings of, “But, they (Mexican government) really are trying, but the cartels are just too powerful.

Well then, consider this, amigos: Your cartel dope heads may run things in Mexico, but they don’t in Texas. So if you do not control your little dope head leaders running around, and they DO shoot and/or kill a Texas Ranger, you will have just declared war on the State of Texas.

And we will kick your ass.

A guest blogger to AOA dares to think. . .

I come from a conservative family. We're hard-working, we pay taxes, we own firearms, we've served and we've raised families. From time to time, some of my kinfolk like to toss in their two cents, which I've always welcomed.

After all, they're Ordinary Americans just like the rest of us.

This post comes from my cousin in Justin, Texas, who has been like a big brother to me since we were five/six years old. He and his wife are some of the finest, self-made people you could ever be blessed to know. Their eighteen-year-old daughter is like a niece and daughter to me and my wife. She also makes a fine co-pilot on some of our flying adventures.

Enjoy.

An Ordinary American

Been thinking

By RoknK

Sometimes I need to just think and when I do, I come up with some observations. Right now, this is what I’ve been thinking.

AOA wrote a blog the other day about Sarah Palin and it pretty well summed up my feelings but one thing I would like to add. Pillow talk. Every president is elected on his or her own merits but you have to accept the spouse as well. I had no problem with Laura Bush; in fact, she was about as proud as I could be of a first lady but Michelle Obama? Oh good God!! Therefore, if you consider Palin as president and we get Todd too, I have no problem at all with that. He reminds me of….well…ME! Let’s call it two for one.

Our illustrious Commander in Thief is big on legislation concerning bullying. Two things on that.

• Kids, if you’re bullied tell your parents and any teachers in charge at the time. Not to get him to stop but to warn them that you are going to kick his ass. Then….kick his ass!!

• Hussein Obama is the biggest bully when he rammed his fraudulent so-called healthcare plan down our throats.

Been thinking about this Iowa school that AOA wrote about. If enough idiot douches can keep up this persecution of regular, real Americans long enough it will become as normal as making fun of Christians and no one, NO ONE will give a damn.

AOA also got me thinking about immigration and our non-policy in this country. Did you know that these parasites are reserving rooms at hotels that cater to the late trimester pregnant illegals so they can have their anchor babies in this country? Sure, nice spas and pools, room service and weight rooms. The doctor even comes to your door. We are truly insane.

When liberal politics are allowed to flourish they rot the countryside and repel productive citizens. The latest consensus shows tax paying workers leaving Libville, USA, in droves. People are fleeing the big northeastern liberal, welfare states like Massachusetts, New York, New Jersey and Pennsylvania, as well as the same kinds of states in the Midwest, such as Michigan, Ohio and Illinois. What was once the center of innovation, Detroit is now a wasteland. Detroit’s population now sits at 713,777, down 25% in the last ten years. Thanks to LBJ liberalism, union greed, laziness, and a simple lack of basic pride.

It really is that simple folks.

Been thinking about sensible gun control and how education would help ease the worried minds of all those pillow-biting libs. First grade you get education on the care and keeping of firearms. Safety, cleaning, storing, of course loading, and shooting for a variety of projectile producing weapons. In addition, the distinction of different firearms so they can be easily recognized for what their purpose is.

Problem solved.

Been thinking that Spring is here and a weekend of camping and fishing is needed. Two and a half days of vacation from Japan, Libya and all other mid-east countries, fed budget, politics in general, my job and of cours. . . The One, The Messiah, The Man-Child, The Community Organizer, The Kenyan, the all knowing, all seeing Hussein.

Most folks need a vacation from their jobs. America needs a vacation from its president.

Maybe the Annointed One taking all these vacations isn't a bad thing. He does less damage when he's gone.

The problem is, he keeps coming back.

What is Sarah Palin's problem?

I don't get it.

My wife, on a lark, had recorded quite a few episodes of Sarah Palin's tv show, Sarah Palin's Alaska but had never sat down to really watch them.

One night, a month or so ago, she sat down while I was gone and watched one. She was hooked. I'm not generally into "reality TV" as I'm one of those who think shows like Survivor and American Idol just flat suck. Don't even get me started on the idiotic reality cooking shows and shopping shows.

But I watched an episode of Palin's show where she went hunting with her dad and one of his friends, and I was hooked.

That's when I really began wondering, "What is Sarah Palin's problem?"

I'm conservative. Time spent growing up in west Texas and the military certainly helped that along, and so did time spent in federal law enforcement. But it was getting finished with graduate school and diving into the private sector world that solidified my basic conservative beliefs.

In that world, you achieve in order to progress. Fail to achieve, and you can forget promotions and raises. If your boss didn't appreciate how well or how much you achieved, send your resume out to his or her competitors--someone out there would not only appreciate it, but hire you and pay you more to achieve for them.

Yes, there were exceptions and still are, but compared to most systems run or ruled by the government or by labor unions, being your own person and striving to achieve success would get you where you wanted to go.

Enter Sarah Palin. In my opinion, a living, breathing entity of success.

Which is her problem.

You see, liberals do not like success that they had nothing to do with formulating or controlling. They especially hate it when a woman succeeds on her own. And if that woman happens to be pro-gun, pro-life, pro-business, pro-family, pro-Christian, pro-you-get-the-example, then they detest that woman with a passion.

And they set out to destroy the woman.

Sarah Palin was thrust into the national limelight by a senile, calculating chameleon presidential candidate whose numbers and popularity were about on par with his personality and likability. One can only play on the war hero bit for so long, and even less when we're bringing back multitudes of war heroes almost on a weekly basis from over in Sandland.

As a veteran, I appreciate John McCain's service while in uniform. As a citizen, I've been less than thrilled with his service as an elected official. I firmly believe he'd compromise with the devil himself in order to appear almighty and wise to his once-doting fans in the famously whimsical mainstream media.

So he, or someone in the campaign, gambles and brings in Sarah Palin as his VP candidate.

Instant star power. Instant wow factor. Instant sex appeal. Instant excitement.

Instant "Oh, shit!" from the other side.

Now, as we all know, presidential candidates win and lose elections--not VP candidates. George H.W. Bush did not trounce Carter in 1980, nor did he kick Dukakis' ass in '84. Ronald Reagan did. Dan Quayle most assuredly did not beat Mondale or Benson in '88. Likewise it wasn't Al Gore's charisma and intellect and charm that defeated the senior Bush in '92 and Bob Dole in '96. And so on and so on.

Yet, Senator McVain and his nutless nimrods sought to place blame on the shoulders of Sarah Palin for their defeat in the last presidential election. The old school establishment Republicans immediately went on a feeding frenzy, one in which the lamestream media was only too happy to pick up on and expand upon. Karl Rove. Newt Gingrich, et al.

What a bunch of sorry-assed, hypocritical, lying sons of bitches. Their boy, McVain, aka "Mr. Excitement-Not" lost the election--not Palin.

I like Sarah Palin. A lot. Is she presidential material?

Compared to what and to whom. If you compare her to the imposter we have now, she is by far more qualified in every single facet. Compared to George W Bush? I'd call it a coin-toss. Both were successful governors of large land-mass states with strong economies and a large influx of people moving in every month and year.

So what is Sarah Palin's problem, so far as the media, the liberals and the doddering old school establishment Republicans are concerned?

When I ask this question, I hear the usual responses:

• She's not qualified.

• She's too young.

• She's too good looking and that could be a distraction.

• The Middle East isn't ready for a woman president.

• She doesn't have enough experience.

Blah blah blah blah. There are others like how she ditched the governor's office after the campaign, her oldest daughter being an unwed mother, etc etc. Give me a break. . .

I occasionally read some of the supposedly respected and learned conservative commentators and talking heads, but again, I take what I read and hear from them with the proverbial grain of salt. So many of these numbnuts are so far removed from the real world, they've lost the ability to relate to it.

Sarah Palin grew up in the real world, made her way in the real world, and continues to live in the real world. Let's look at some of the criticisms offered by both Liberals and the fossil-fuel Establishment Republicans:

She's not qualified. Says who? Establishment Republicans who are five generations rich and get manicures rather than leather work gloves? The media? What would the media know about being qualified to do ANYTHING?

Compared to the imposter we have in office right now, Sarah Palin is more than qualified. But then again, so is Joe the Plumber and dare I say, everyone who reads this blog (and is conservative).

Palin made her own way. Daughter of a school teacher, product of Alaska's public schools and universities. Her and the husband made their own way in business, then she ran for city council in Wasilla, then mayor, then governor--and with a track record of success in each position. That's qualified.

She's too young. What am I missing here? Slick Willie was not exactly a doddering old elder when he got elected, nor was George W Bush, and neither was the imposter we have at present. So the age thing. . . that dog don't hunt.

She's too good-looking and that could be a distraction. I still remember Rush Limbaugh cracking jokes about soccer moms and the "arousal factor" when swooning over Slick Willie. Sarah Palin is easy on the eyes, but that too says something about her personality and character--pride.

Besides, Hillary and Napolitano and our Surgeon General are uglier than an empty glass of buttermilk. Rosie O'Donnell? We'd no longer be able to sing America, The Beautiful if someone like her ever got elected.

A big part of Sarah Palin's looks are because the woman carries herself with class and dignity. That's always attractive.

She doesn't have enough experience. Well, again, she has far more experience than the imposter who is misleading and misdirecting us at present. Big difference between a community rabble rouser, er, uh, 'xcuse me, "community organizer" and someone who actually ran the business of a small town, then the big business of a large state. And did so profitably.

Besides, look what the idiotic "experienced" elected officials have done to us. They've screwed us but good--and along the way, greased the rails for themselves with our blood, sweat and tears.

Maybe such experience isn't a good thing, after all.

Sarah Palin is a stand-up woman. She strives to do what's right, she takes care of her husband and her family, her faith is strong and she loves her country.

I don't know if she's presidential material or not--and that's not the point of all this. The point is, a lot of folks seem to have a problem with her, but can't define exactly why in such a way that amounts to a hill of beans.

Bottom line? Sarah Palin is on our side. The conservative side. The side of gun-owners and veterans and hard-working Americans all over. She stands up for us.

The least we can do is stand up for her.

If we don't, we're no better than the Liberals who seek to destroy her.

Educators or Indoctrinators?

My younger brother is a school teacher. A damned good one. He teaches the curriculum and then some, as in why good communications is important. He teaches English, and often times it is the second language of some of his students.

My brother is also a Navy veteran. I'm an Air Force veteran. All branches of the military are represented in our family, and we also have a lot who are present or former law enforcement--ranging from local agencies to county, state and even federal.

Yet, according to the Department of Homeland Security, we--an ordinary American family--pose a significant risk to the safety of this country precisely because we put our butts on the line in the service and defense of our country.

Oh, and because we're gun owners. And white.

Taking a cue from the the incompetent nincompoop that the great Kenyan imposter appointed to embarrass DHS, a school district in Iowa has taken Napolitano's creed a step further.

They built an emergency police and SWAT response around a scenario involving white male students who are pro-gun and not in favor of immigration.

I'm not making this up. This is from the story itself:

An emergency drill set to take place in an Iowa school Saturday is drawing outrage after organizers revealed the mock scenario involves an “anti-immigration” pro-gun student shooting dozens of students in a racially-motivated shooting spree.

I've spent a little time in Iowa, back when we were living in Kansas City in the mid-90's. Only places in Iowa where I found a preponderance of idiots who thought like that was in Des Moines and around the college campuses. Found a few loonies in the Quad Cities area, but figured they'd been flushed from Chicago or picked up from a wind-storm in Austin and carried north.

So let me get this straight. We have public schools indoctrinating students now that white males who believe in protecting the Bill of Rights, including the Second Amendment, must naturally be anti-immigration and therefore, logically, ready to twist off at a moment's notice and start shooting.

Excuse me. I thought it was a liberal looney who was pro-Democrat and pro-Hitler and pro-Stalin who twisted off in Tuscon and opened fire. But here's the entire scenario from these genius educators in Iowa:

“In the past 6 months, the City of Treynor and Treynor Community School District has received a significant influx of minority residents,” causing “controversy regarding national immigration policies as well as racial tensions with a few embedded, typically silent, white supremacy affiliates.”

Based on those tensions, a white 18-year-old high school senior who “has been seen with anti-immigration demonstrators” and whose family “is known to be firearm enthusiasts, if not fanatics” starts a fight with a group of minority students “blurting racial slurs and that he is tired of them moving in and stealing jobs and money from Americans” then “pulls a handgun from his waistband, shooting one of the minority students.”

A 17-year-old friend of the shooter then joins him in "firing upon anyone in their path and chasing down anyone who is against their ill-perceived stand,” the plan says.

Here is the entire story: Iowa Safety Drill Portrays Mock Shooter as 'Anti-Immigration' Pro-Gun Student

How many more examples are there of our public school teachers indoctrinating rather than educating?

I could point out sinking SAT scores in public schools, rising drop-out rates, increased violence and thus increased security, skyrocketing costs associated with public education. . . with teachers' unions behind all of it.

Question: How come private schools don't seem to have these problems? Or home-schooled students?

A school system in California made the students participate in a mock jihad so as to better understand the radical ragheads. Another school system had the high-school seniors sleep in cardboard boxes in a city park to better understand the homeless. And so on and so on.

What the hell happened to teaching about bicuspids and molars in the mouth, rather than how oral sex is performed. The former was taught to us in health class; the latter is what is now being taught. In sociology, we were taught the nuclear family was mom, dad, siblings. Today it is how ever many moms or dads one wishes to have.

That's not education, that's indoctrination.

My wife and I have no children in the public school system because we have no children of our own. Had we decided to have children, no way would they attend today's public schools.

In fact, given the obscene amount of school taxes we pay on our property even though we have no kids in school, I'm still trying to figure out a way to ask the school district for a refund for a defective product.

Throw out the damned "pass this test or you can't graduate" crap. Start teaching children the basics such as how to read, how to add and subtract, the history of our nation, how our Constitution operates, what the inside of a frog looks like, etc.

Until that happens, I'm all for private school vouchers.

We are insane. Certifiably insane.

Must be my week for welfare scams. . .

I'm in a national-brand retailer this past weekend and overhear a conversation between a couple of employees. It seems one girl we'll call Mary is having to do some extra duty at another sister store to cover another girl we'll call Nangumba.

Nangumba is from Nigeria and is pregnant with her sixth child. Nangumba is not a U.S. citizen, nor is her husband.

But her previous five kids are.

You see, they are anchor babies. Babies born on the soil of the United States, which makes them citizens, even when their scumbag, scamming, deceit-laden piece of shit parents are not.

It also means that as citizens living at or below the poverty line, they get free healthcare through Medicaid, housing subsidies through HUD, food stamps and WIC (Women, Infants, Children) benefits--plus welfare through SSI.

One more time--what the (F-BOMB) is going on here?

I'm for taking Nangumba and her deadbeat husband and sticking their deadbeat asses on a slow boat back to Nigeria, then giving the Somalian pirates a heads-up that another boat is headed their way.

And Nangumba and her husband would have some ransom money to pay. Believe me.

It seems that Nangumba and her husband came over to the U.S. as part of a program run by the Nigerian government, famous for its scams, and what has transpired is this:

• Nangumba and husband come to America, get I9 (green card) identification, find jobs.

• Nangumba immediately gets knocked up (pregnant), files for benefits and assistance. Also notifies her employer that she'll be exercising her rights under the FMLA.

• Nangumba is paid remaining sick time, plus short-term disability by employer, even though she's only worked the minimal time required.

• Nangumba and husband do this five more times, and with each child, they get an increasing amount of SSI, housing subsidies and food stamp allocation. Estimated that they're drawing almost $100K/year in government benefits.

• Meanwhile, Nangumba and husband send almost every dollar they've earned at their American jobs back to their bank in Nigeria where it has sat quietly drawing interest.

Mary stated that Nangumba had told her that they had over $250,000 saved and deposited in their Nigerian bank--more than enough for them to live like literal royalty when they return to Nigeria.

What are they waiting on?

They're waiting until this last kid is born, vaccinated and has gone through most of his/her childhood illnesses and received a basic education before they haul the tribe back to Africa.

Oh, guess I forgot to mention that the kids also get a free education out of this deal. They're U.S. citizens, after all.

Nangumba is only one of thousands, of tens of thousands, maybe of a million or more leeching immigrants who come here to the U.S. for no other reason than to bleed us dry.

Screw them. We're closed. Go back to that shithole continent you call home and that we call Africa. Stay there. Deal with the Somalians. Straighten your own messes out.

And before you leave, stop by Washington DC and grab a politician under one arm, and a reporter under the other and take them with you.

I've had it with immigration.

Sensible gun control

Sensible gun control laws. A phrase I hear from cowards all the time.

When I say "cowards," about 90% of the time I'm referring to liberals. And to me, the term "Liberal" is synonymous with "Pacifist," with "Coward," with "Logically Challenged," with "Employment Deficient," and anyone with a San Francisco zip code.

So, when I hear appeals for sensible gun control laws from liberals and liberal politicians, I can't help but chuckle.

This is where the "Logically Challenged" label comes in. Liberals mistakenly believe that if there were sensible gun control laws, there would be no senseless violence.

Only a liberal could honestly believe that. But that's where the label of "Coward" comes in because cowards like to play make-believe a lot and like to deny reality.

I was listening to a conservative talking head on the radio last night on my way back into town. The topic was illegal drugs and the drug war.

Stupid me, I thought we already had sensible drug laws--yet we have a drug war going on. A war that we're losing. We're not losing it because it's not winnable. We're losing it because the Liberals are in charge of it.

When it comes to the drug war and things like that, Republican and Democrat have nothing to do with being liberal or conservative. Fact of the matter is, most politicians--of any stripe--are cowards, as well as being logically challenged.

The solution, according to a slew of politicians and their learned supporters from great bastions of courage and freedom like Harvard, Yale and Stanford was that Education is the key to winning the drug war.

If we just educate people about drugs, then nobody will want to do drugs is what they're asking us to believe.

But when I ask these same numbnuts how about Education for all Americans in regards to firearms and firearms handling and ownership and if that wouldn't decrease the senseless violence they're moaning about. . . the room gets awful quiet, awful quick.

Then I point out that we've been "educating" generation after generation of Americans about illegal drugs since the early 60's. We've also made a lot of laws against illegal drugs.

Yet, we still have illegal drugs everywhere.

So I then ask the Logically-Challenged why sensible gun control laws will stop the senseless violence they're fretting over--if the majority of the violence is being committed by the same segment of society that we've been "educating" for one generation after another about illegal drugs?

You see, the concept of "criminal" doesn't enter the thinking of a Liberal because a Liberal thinks that education will solve everything.

But wait a minute. . . aren't our public schools all run by liberals?

Hard for a Liberal to make an effective argument for sensible gun control laws when every single other solution to society's ills that they've put forth have failed dismally.

And that senseless violence? The overwhelming majority of it is crime-on-crime violence, and I don't consider it senseless. Instead, I consider it much like when wildfires burn out of control in California--where the liberals have enacted sensible environmental laws to protect against clear-cutting and the clearing of underbrush.

In other words, when nature runs its course, it will eventually clean out its own undergrowth. Back during my days in law enforcement, we used to consider it only a misdemeanor murder when one gangster shot and killed another gangster. We never broke a sweat over it. The liberals cried that "there would be a gang war."

Again, there's that analogy to forest fires again and clearing out the underbrush of society.

No crime in our neighborhood. We all have jobs, we know each other, we watch out for each other, and we're armed. To the teeth.

That's what's sensible to me.

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Welfare cheats are scum

Maybe I oughta just stay away from most retail establishments. . .

I'm in a store today and standing in line behind a woman who was talking on her Blackberry phone. She was talking non-stop and about absolutely nothing--like most inconsiderate assholes who can't stop talking on their damn phone long enough to even acknowledge the cashier.

So she continues to ramble on about some restaurant she ate at last night--an expensive one--and how she was going shopping this evening. On the counter was a pile of brand-name soda pop, expensive boxed fruit juices, beef jerky, and various bags of candy including two bags of Skittles.

The cashier goes to gather everything up to run through the scanner, and the inconsiderate wench finally paused yakking long enough to tell the cashier, "Only rings up one bag of dem Skittles. I gots to rings that other one up separately."

No spelling error--this was how she talked and enunciated.

The cashier rang everything up and gave the lady her total. The lady then asks, "You take the SNAP card, don't you?" as she was sliding the card through the pin pad machine.

SNAP stands for Supplemental Nutrition Assistance Program. In my day, it was called Food Stamps.

For the record, I have nothing against helping out folks who have fallen on hard times, for whatever reasons. There's a lot to that old epiphany of "There but for the grace of God go I." But I also feel like welfare should be a temporary measure and a hand-up to help folks get back on their feet.

It should not be a source of income and a way of life for successive generations like we saw after Hurricane Katrina exposed the freeloading underbelly of New Orleans.

So, back to this yakky wench talking on her $500 phone, who was also wearing new and starched designer jeans, an abundance of jewelry around her neck and on her fingers, and had quite the hairdo. She slides her welfare card in, puts in her identification code, and just like that, the taxpayers of Texas footed the bill for this freeloader's cokes, candy, beef jerky and other junk crap--none of which had a damned bit of nutritional value other than keeping this woman's already fat ass even fatter.

As if that didn't steam me enough. . . remember that second lone bag of Skittles that she wanted rang separate?

The cashier rang that one, and the wench asked how much cash back she could get--after she whipped out her debit card. The limit was $20, which didn't please the freeloading wench and she began bitching about how she used to could get up to $100 back. Her Skittles were only .53¢, by the way.

I'd had enough.

"There's an ATM machine up by the front door," I tell her. "Better yet, why don't you use YOUR OWN damn money to buy that crap and leave your food stamps for buying real food?"

The woman turns around and looks at me. "Who the (f-bomb) you think you be, talking to me like that?" she tells me.

That did it.

"YOU, you freeloading, lazy sorry fat-assed piece of shit!" I said right back at her.

"That's your brand new minivan out there, isn't it?" another customer asked her accusingly. I guess he'd seen her drive up. "New car, new clothes, new phone, fancy-assed high-class restaurants and we're all paying for it."

"Wish I could afford a $500 Blackberry phone and your designer clothes, too," a nurse who was still wearing her scrubs and whose ID tag identified her as an RN remarked to the wench. "But unlike you, lady, I have to pay my own way."

And just like that, the crowd at the checkout lanes turned on this woman and verbally ate her alive. The woman grabbed her $20 out of the cashier's hand and grabbed her sacks full of junk snacks, headed for the door--and at the door turned around and flipped us all off and told us we was "a bunch of sorry-assed racist motherfuckers!"

I guess she missed the fact that the guy behind that also jumped on her case was as black as she was. Or that the RN was Hispanic. Besides, I've said the same thing to white pieces of shit who freeload off society and abuse their food stamps and welfare. I don't give a damn what color you are. You freeload off of decent, hard-working society and then act like it's all a big game and you're entitled, you're going to incur some wrath and that's all there is to it.

But at least today, I was heartened--greatly--to have been surrounded by other hard working ordinary Americans who were just as infuriated. And like me, they chose to no longer stay silent.

Sometimes all you need is to be a catalyst.

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We should've kissed Elvis when we had the chance

It doesn't seem like it was all that long ago when the elders of our nation were up in arms over Elvis. Preachers were telling us that his music, as well as all of rock and roll, was the Devil's music and that it would lead to fornication and eternal damnation.

Little did they know what was in store. Maybe Tipper Gore did, but then she had her husband, Al, and his romps with masseuses to deal with. (I'm sure Al Gore blames his overheated hormones on global warming.)

Parents, elders and the morally-conscious complained that Elvis shook his pelvis and ground his hips in a "suggestive way." I could retort by saying we all know he learned those moves from Forrest Gump. Instead, I'll point out that Jim Morrison of The Doors showed us his entire genital package on stage once in Miami back in the 60s. Thankfully he was arrested and I once read that the police later joked that it was just a "minor infraction."

And of course, Madonna shook more than just her pelvis any time she was on stage. She often mimicked the complete sex act. In fact, she came out with an entire book filled with explicit photographs of her in various stages of undress and in very suggestive and sexually provocative poses. And what about Janet Jackson and the infamous "wardrobe malfunction?"

Ed Sullivan would have spit his dentures out if he'd seen that.

When duty called, Elvis went into the Army. From all accounts I've read, he was popular with the other soldiers in his company and he just did his job with a minimal of fuss. In the 60s and 70s, we had folk singers and rock and roll bands protesting the war and singing songs about burning draft cards and badmouthing America every chance they got.

Elvis swooned many a young girl's heart when he sang "Love Me Tender." The 80s gave us "Me So Horny" by some rap group from Florida.

One of Elvis' biggest hits was "Jailhouse Rock." A portion of the song went, "Hey, buddy, don't you be no square. If you can't find a partner use a wooden chair." In the early 90s, a "gangsta rapper" calling himself "Ice T" gave us a song called "Cop Killer" in which some of the lyrics went, "I got my twelve gauge sawed off. I got my headlights turned off. I'm 'bout to bust some shots off. I'm 'bout to dust some cops off."

Charming.

Elvis shook his hips, greased his hair into a ducktail and often had an expression that was a combination of a sneer and a pout. In the late 50s and early 60s, high school boys by the millions greased their hair back in ducktails and practiced the Elvis pout/sneer expression. A generation later, we had bands smearing their faces with makeup, spitting fire and barfing blood all over the stage. Then along came MTV and with it, video interpretations of songs that left very little to the imagination as far as sex and violence were concerned.

Suddenly I'm feeling very old.

It's been over thirty years since we lost the King of Rock and Roll. But in that time, we've lost even more as far as rock and roll itself is concerned.

Rock and roll used to be fun and fairly innocent. It was often about love, such as when Buddy Holly sang "Peggy Sue," or when Jerry Lee Lewis performed "Great Balls of Fire." Or it was just about having fun such as when Chubby Checker had us doing "The Twist" and Ritchie Valens was teaching us how to sing in Spanish with "La Bamba." The most sexually provocative song out was "Louie Louie" by The Kingsman. I have no idea why as the lyrics are basically unintelligible, but that's how the story goes.

Now we have music that is not only sexually provocative, but also accompanying videos that would make Masters and Johnson blush and cause Dr. Ruth to faint dead away. We have songs talking about rape, killing cops, pedophilia, race wars and drugs.

Know what's even more frightening?

Each new generation of so-called musicians seems determined to shock and disgust us even more than their predecessors did. And so far, they're succeeding. Today we have little shit-stains like Eminem posing with his middle fingers out everywhere he goes. We have ghetto/prison rappers that all the little suburban white kids seemingly can't get enough of.

Maybe the Mexicans here in Texas have it right with their mariachi music. It always sounds festive and fun, and it's rare you ever see a frowning Mexican at one of their parties.

On the other hand, go to a party where gangster and "anti-society" rap is the norm, and all you see are surly, pouting teenage and young adult faces. And trust me: their pouting and sneering doesn't look anything like the pout/sneer from the King of Rock and Roll.

Like I said, we should've kissed Elvis when we had the chance.

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Teenage waste products

OK, I know I'm painting with a pretty broad brush here, so it'll be easier, not to mention a helluva lot faster, to exclude the good teenagers of today's generation.

Each of us (hopefully) knows at least one. I'm fortunate and know probably a dozen or so. We know these kids and young adults and we know that they are a joy to be around. They make good neighbors, good employees, good students. . . they make for good Americans.

The rest? Pure waste products. And getting worse, not better.

Our generation moans about there not being any Social Security left when we reach retirement age. I tell those people to hell with Social Security and that a reason there won't be any is because the selfish, worthless little shits that pass for the next generation are too damn stupid, lazy and aimless to amount to much of anything unless it involves being a professional video-game geek, text-messenger or night club slut.

Pretty strong, huh?

Just a few days ago, I wrote about deadbeat parents and the damage they cause to the children they write off or disown or otherwise neglect and abuse. I still hold to that.

But today, let's talk about the inverse: Overly Permissive Parents, or OPP's for short.

What is an Overly Permissive Parent? Simple: A parent who lets their kid get away with pretty much anything, then when the brat is caught, hires a lawyer and starts screeching that whatever little Jerk or Jerkette did wasn't their fault.

In between times the brat is getting in trouble, the OPP spoils their kid(s) with cars, stereos, computers, $40,000 cars, $500 phones, spring-break cruises and vacations, designer clothes and for the little girl brats, boob and butt jobs.

Yes, boob jobs--as in, we're gonna make those teenage titties two to three times the size they really need to be. And if the butt isn't poochy enough? No problem. We'll get Dr. Plastic to fix that as well.

Then, sometime in between the iPhones and spring break cruises and after the boob and butt jobs, the next gift from the OPP is either an abortion or nine months worth of pre-natal vitamins, because in this day and age, the little Jerks are knocking up the little Jerkettes at an alarming rate.

In my day, a high school girl who got pregnant was pretty much ostracized. While nobody openly looked down on the girl, nobody damn sure condoned her behavior and decision. Likewise for the jerkwad who knocked her up. A few guys might snicker that he's a real stud, but most of us saw him for the inconsiderate dumbass he was.

Today, the jerkette is hailed as a hero of virtue while at the same time, pitied with crocodile tears from her envious fellow jerkettes for the "situation" she somehow found herself in.

Interesting. These are the same jerks and jerkettes that imbibe in "sexting" and "Girls Gone Wild" parties and homemade porn parties--yet they suddenly become clueless as to how little Jerkette got that ever growing speed bump in her belly that threatens her bellybutton piercing?

Where the F-BOMB are the parents? I'll tell you. Read on. I'm confident you can relate.

High school reunions over the past thirty years prove that the jerkwads change damn little over the course of three decades. But the real problem is that they spawn little Jerkwad, Juniors. Same with the Jerkettes.

Which all would lead up to the age-old excuse of "Well, the kids just have bad parents."

Damn right they do. But they also have opportunities that we didn't have at their age. Between cell phones, the internet, e-mail and the electronic information age, there is zero reason for them to turn out like the little jerks and jerkettes that they are. There are more places to get help, more places to get counseling, more places to get free birth control and more places to find proper role models than ever before in this country's history.

But that's no fun. It's more fun to go to parties and film porno parties in the back bedrooms. It's more fun to go to Walmart and Target and shoplift OTC medications and steal from their psychotic, hypochondriac parents' prescription pill stashes and take all that stuff to their parties where they mix it with alcohol that they are too young to legally purchase or possess. It's more fun to go on vandalism sprees around the neighborhood smashing out windows and spray-painting graffiti on homes and automobiles. It's too fun for the boys to wear droopy looking pants that hang down to their knees, for for the little girls to dress like London crack whores.

And yet, their parents see exactly how they are dressed when they leave the house. When the police catch them at their dope and porno parties, "NOT MY KID!" is the wail of protest from these pillars of parenthood.

And the kids stand there smug, surly and defiant, glaring at the police and anyone else because they know mommy and daddy will bail them out and take care of everything.

These are the jerks and jerkettes of our present society. Their parents are just as bad. Maybe even worse.

You can tell a lot about a family by their kids in the majority of cases. When we were growing up, the saying went, "Like father, like son."

Well, given the preponderance of waste-product teenagers and pre-21 adults today, I think the saying could go, "Like parents, like children."

Translation? Both parents and offspring are waste products.

Sexual revolution. . . how many does this make now?

Revolution.

The dictionary describes it as the overthrow of a government or social order. Interestingly enough, the same dictionary also describes it as the process of revolving around in a circle, as in orbit.

To that end, I had thought the sexual revolution was long since kapoot. It seems I was wrong.

Between sexually transmitted diseases and the Jerry Falwell types, with one being just as unpleasant to think about as the other, I had mistakenly assumed that the sexual revolution had come to an end and we Americans had refocused our energies elsewhere.

Several incidents I’ve witnessed as of late have me convinced otherwise.

At the end of last summer, I was out on the boat anchored in my favorite cove when I noticed a large cabin-cruiser type pull into the cove. It wasn’t long before the boat, and its young, very female guest, drifted over my way. I could see the young girl in the water hanging on to an inflatable raft and she was a bombshell in a skimpy bikini. My handkerchief could have made three of her swimsuits. Blonde, perhaps mid-twenties, and even in the water, her mascara and makeup were still perfect. I could also tell she was well on her way to a respectable level of intoxication.

As she drifted over to me, she called out, “Hey Mister! Do you have a beer?”

For the record, we never have any booze on our boat. Period. I’m not a prohibitionist by any means and you can drink a distillery every day if you like, just don’t get behind the wheel of anything that moves.

“Nope,” I answered, not having to yell because she had drifted to within ten or fifteen feet of me. “Don’t keep any on board. Sorry.”

She thought about that for a moment, then climbed up on her floating raft. “If you give me a beer, I’ll show you my (rhymes with zits).”

My first thought was that I couldn’t believe what she just said. My second thought was I wonder what she'd show me for a six-pack? I looked at the guy driving the big boat that she was with and he just shrugged. “Give her a beer if you got one,” he called out. “She’ll put on a show for you.”

This isn’t the first time I’ve seen such things on the lake. Last summer, I had pulled up anchor and was leaving the cove and passed a floating mansion of a boat that had one guy at the helm and four young women in various stages of undress frolicking about on the forward deck. As I cruised by, I saw that two of the young women were absolutely naked and engaged in the sort of activity that ends up on videos you used to rent at adult bookstores. As I passed them, everyone on the boat waved, including the two girls doing the indescribable deed. Friendly folks.

I smiled and waved back. What else could I do—and they didn’t ask me for a beer, did they?

When I told this story the next day at the office, one of my employees enlightened me to the facts. Seems that he had bartended at a “gentleman’s club” for almost a year while he was attending college. “The money and tips were pretty good,” he explained. “And you couldn’t beat the scenery.”

“What happens,” he went on to tell me, “is that these rich guys will come into the club, get drunk and start tipping heavily. A lot of them own big boats they keep out on the lake and after a few drinks, they’ll invite some of the girls back to their boat with them after the club closes.”

I grew up in the middle of the sexual revolution when sex was as common as mosquito bites. When I became of age, a lot of my buddies started going to (rhymes with pity) bars. I went a couple of times but that was it. I have about as much use for those places as I do nosebleeds. Besides, it’s like feeding a starving dog a rubber bone.

Unless, apparently, you own a cabin-cruiser yacht.

Revolutions are wars and wars are best fought by people younger than myself. If what I’ve been seeing at the lake as of late is any indication, another sexual revolution could very well be headed our way. With any luck, however, this one will just be a minor skirmish.

And being the prude that I am, I believe I’ll just sit this one out.