Saturday, April 30, 2011

The Knockout Game

Once again, we have an incident where our inner-city urban wildlife that disguises itself as human beings is in the news for a senseless, horrifically violent crime.

Here is the piece of shit that is accused of beating a 72-year-old Vietnamese immigrant to death. . . for the fun of it.

Elex Levell Murphy is being held without bond as I type this. I say "at this moment" because it's not widely known whether or not the usual race-baiting rabble-rousers have decided if they want to get involved. I'm talking about Jesse Jackson, Al Sharpton and Louis Farrakhan. I'll guarantee you if enough television cameras show up, Jackson or Sharpton will be there.

There are three more of these animals associated with Murphy on the loose. This is why I suspect Sharpton, in particular, is agonizing over how to spin this in his favor so he can get involved. The stupid son of a bitch hasn't learned much since the Tawana Brawley incident in the late 80's.

Hoang Nguyen, 72, a recent immigrant to the U.S. was beaten to death as part of The Knockout Game, something our inner-city urban wildlife has apparently adopted as being "fun."

Think about it: Here's a seventy-two-year-old man who survived the Viet Cong, Ho Chi Minh, the fall of Saigon, the spillover from Pol Pot and the Khmer Rouge and who knows what else. He comes to America, the land of opportunity, and within three years is beaten to death as part of a game.

Our inner-city urban wildlife is out of control. Not long ago, I proposed a hunting season for gang-bangers, no license needed and no bag limits. Once again, we see another perfect scenario for thinning the herd.

This kind of crime is nothing more than the result of generation after generation of senseless liberal thinking and policies. Excuse the criminal, blame the victim. Play the race card at every draw, demand more affirmative action. If it's white on black crime, it's a hate crime. If it's black on white, it's justice.


It's a gang mentality and it's out of hand. Our courts can't deal with it. Our cops can't deal with it (because the courts and politicians won't LET them deal with it). Our legislators WON'T deal with it.

We can deal with it this way. And history shows it will work.

A cowboy, Indian and gang-banger were sitting around a campfire one night, drinking and discussing the state of the nation.

"I remember when we were plentiful, but now we are few," the Indian lamented as he downed another shot of whiskey.

"Shit, man," the gang-banger sneered as he took a hit off his crack pipe. "I remembers when we wasn't nothing and now looks at us--we be everywhere, mothafucka."

The cowboy took a long pull from his beer, crumpled up the can, tossed it in the air and quicker than lightning, drew his six-gun and shot a hole in the middle of the crumpled beer can. Looking square at the gang-banger, the cowboy drawled, "That's only because we haven't played Cowboys and Gang-Bangers yet, asshole."

If these gangsters and inner-city animals want to play games, I say let the games begin.

Friday, April 29, 2011

Yankee judges a Texas chili cook-off

(I'm not feeling all that good at the moment as a head cold has descended upon me and made me cranky as hell. Making things worse, today was a perfect day to go flying or shooting, but thanks to this (expletive deleted) head cold and the requisite OTC medications I've consumed, no flying or shooting for this Texan.

Two things work for me during such times: Chili and humor. As I was brewing up a batch of my homemade chili, I got to thinking of the story of Frank, the yankee judge who accidentally found himself judging a Texas chili cook-off.

There are several versions of this going around, and all are funny.)

Thursday, January 08, 2009
Yankee Judging a Texas Chili Cook-off
Please note, Judge #3 was an inexperienced Chili taster named Frank, who was visiting from Boston.

Frank: 'Recently, I was honored to be selected as a judge at a chili cook-off. The original person called in sick at the last moment and I happened to be standing right there at the judge's table, asking for directions to the Coors Light truck, when the call came in. I was assured by the other two judges (Native Texans) that the chili wouldn't be all that spicy and, besides, they told me I could have free beer during the tasting, so I accepted and became Judge #3.

Here are the scorecard notes from the event:


Judge # 1 -- A little too heavy on the tomato. Amusing kick.
Judge # 2 -- Nice, smooth tomato flavor. Very mild.
Judge # 3 (Frank) -- Holy crap, what the hell is this stuff? You could
remove dried paint from your driveway. Took me two beers to put the
flames out. I hope that's the worst one. These Texans are crazy.


Judge # 1 -- Smoky, with a hint of pork. Slight jalapeno tang.
Judge # 2 -- Exciting BBQ flavor, needs more peppers to be taken seriously.
Judge # 3 -- Warning! Danger! Keep this out of the reach of children. I'm not sure what I'm supposed to taste besides pain. I had to wave off two people who
wanted to give me the Heimlich maneuver. They had to rush in more beer
when they saw the look on my face.


Judge # 1 -- Excellent firehouse chili. Great kick.
Judge # 2 -- A bit salty, good use of peppers.
Judge # 3 -- Call the EPA. I've located a uranium spill. My nose feels
like I have been snorting Drano. Everyone knows the routine by now. Get
me more beer before I ignite. Barmaid pounded me on the back, now my
backbone is in the front part of my chest. I'm getting shit-faced from
all of the beer.


Judge # 1 -- Black bean chili with almost no spice. Disappointing.
Judge # 2 -- Hint of lime in the black beans. Good side dish for fish or
other mild foods, not much of a chili.
Judge # 3 -- I felt something scraping across my tongue, but was unable
to taste it. Is it possible to burn out taste buds? Sally, the beer maid, was standing behind me with fresh refills. This 300 lb. bitch is starting to look HOT ... just like this nuclear waste I'm eating! Is chili an aphrodisiac?


Judge # 1 -- Meaty, strong chili. Cayenne peppers freshly ground, adding considerable kick. Very impressive.
Judge # 2 -- Chili using shredded beef, could use more tomato. Must
admit the cayenne peppers make a strong statement.
Judge # 3 -- My ears are ringing, sweat is pouring off my forehead and I can no longer focus my eyes. I farted, and four people behind me needed paramedics. The contestant seemed offended when I told her that her chili may have given me permanent brain damage. Sally saved my tongue from bleeding by pouring beer directly on it from the pitcher. I wonder if I'm burning my lips off. It really ticks me off that the other judges asked me to stop screaming. Screw them.


Judge # 1 -- Thin yet bold vegetarian variety chili. Good balance of spices and peppers.
Judge # 2 -- The best yet. Aggressive use of peppers, onions, garlic. Superb.
Judge # 3 -- My intestines are now a straight pipe filled with gaseous, sulfuric flames. I crapped on myself when I farted, and I'm worried it will eat through the chair. No one seems inclined to stand behind me except for Sally. Can't feel my lips OR my face anymore. I need to wipe my ass with a snow cone.


Judge # 1 -- A mediocre chili with too much reliance on canned peppers.
Judge # 2 -- Ho hum, tastes as if the chef literally threw in a can of chili peppers at the last moment. **I should take note that I am worried about judge number 3. He appears to be in a bit of distress as he is cursing uncontrollably.
Judge # 3 -- You could put a grenade in my mouth, pull the pin, and I wouldn't feel a thing. I've lost sight in one eye, and the world sounds like it is made of rushing water. My shirt is covered with chili, which slid unnoticed out of my mouth. My pants are full of lava to match my shirt. At least during the autopsy, they'll know what killed me. I've decided to stop breathing. It's too painful. Screw it; I'm not getting any oxygen anyway. If I need air, I'll just suck it in through the 4-inch hole in my stomach.


Judge # 1 -- The perfect ending, this is a nice blend chili. Not too bold but spicy enough to declare its existence.
Judge # 2 -- This final entry is a good, balanced chili. Neither mild nor hot.. Sorry to see that most of it was lost when Judge #3 farted, passed out, fell over and pulled the chili pot down on top of himself. Not sure if he's going to make it. Poor feller, wonder how he'd have reacted when we started tasting some really hot chili?

Judge # 3 - No Report.

Thursday, April 28, 2011

Shaving the Hoohah

You simply cannot make this stuff up. . .

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Republicans are pussies

I'm beyond fed up with the Republican Party, or GOP--or Gathering Of Pussies, as I've referred to it for years.

Last year, in 2010, we elected a whole slew of Republicans to go to Washington and start making some drastic changes. We get a crybaby as the Speaker, John Boehner has a history of breaking down and sobbing like a heartbroken prom queen. The night of the elections was just one more example.

I'm ready to make Boehner really cry by sending his neutered, hypocritical ass back home to Ohio as a private citizen.

To the right on this blog, I have a graphic as to how the country was in 2007 right as the Socialists got elected and put into power--and how things are now after four years of Socialist rule. In case you've missed it, here it is again.

Well now we have a Republican majority in the House and we've broken the deadlock on the Senate. Yet, unemployment continues to rise, gas prices skyrocket, the Kenyan imposter bombs Libya (Wag the Dog, anyone?), the White House snubs Christians at every turn--including this past Easter with zero mention or message to the American people, and we're still getting our asses kicked in the press.

Nice leadership, Boehner. Worse yet, are all the numbnut old-school Republicans who support this guy in exchange for political blowjobs that strengthen and solidify their power.

I've had it. I've had enough. To hell with the Republican Party as it stands today.

Every disgruntled conservative needs to spend $5 on a Fleet Enema kit and postage and send them to Boehner's office.

Enclose a note telling him, and his fellow RINOs, exactly how to use that enema.

Whatever gets flushed out, I propose we take Karl Rove and Newt Gingrich and toss their sorry butts in the muck, seal it in a 55-gallon drum, and then ship it off to the Middle East. I realize this would be bio-warfare, but at this point I could care less.

I'm okay with my Congressman, Michael Burgess of the 26th District, but I remind him loud and often that I don't think he's doing ENOUGH to get the message through to his good friends and distinguished colleagues. I'd have no problem voting Burgess out and replacing him with someone who WILL get that message out to the rest of the Republicans.

What do I want in a conservative/Republican elected official? Simple:

• I want someone who will tell the President to go to hell every time a tax increase is mentioned.

• I want someone who recognizes that the Constitution is not a "living, breathing entity" and who will respect it as such.

• I want someone who will keep their damned hands off of my guns. Period.

• I want someone who will stand up and tell Mexico to go to hell and if they don't start controlling their internal problems that are spilling over into OUR border areas, we'll pave their ass like a new Walmart distribution center parking lot.

• I want someone who has WORKED FOR A LIVING rather than been a lawyer or politician most of their waking years.

• I want someone is not afraid to tell the welfare class in this country to get off their lazy asses, find work, or prepare to starve to death because we're through paying for you.

• I want someone who'd just as soon kick the King of Saudi Arabia in the balls as opposed to bowing to him like our Kenyan imposter does.

• I want someone who believes in a strong military and a DFWU mentality. (That would be Don't Fornicate With Us)

And finally, I want someone who will only do that job for two years, then give it up for someone else just like himself/herself to do for another two years, then give it up.

Only way that's going to happen is if WE get off OUR asses and vote these RINO leeching imposters out of office.

If we don't, then we're just as big of a bunch of pussies as they are.

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Bringing a gun to a sword fight?

(Oh, I'm gonna catch hell for this one. . . I already know it and I can already here all the names some folks are going to call me. Too damned bad.)

This from the people of Ghandi (and I type this as sarcastically as I possibly can).

Sword fight breaks out at Indian temple

The first thing that went through my Texas skull when I saw this headline was, "never bring a sword to a gunfight." But these idiots brought swords and sticks and cricket bats--TO A CHURCH, FOR CRYING OUT LOUD! IN NEW YORK CITY!!!

Freaking animals. Get the hell out of my country and take your ugly women and your scamming, thieving ways with you.

Yes, I have a problem with India. A huge problem.

• It's a third world shithole for starters. When executives from New Delhi and Calcutta go to Bangladesh on vacation, that tells you something. Those who've been to Bangladesh will understand this, believe me. If you haven't been to Bangladesh, but would like to experience something like it, go spend a hot summer weekend at the landfill right after they've stirred the dirt around and the smell and filth is unbearable. Either that or go spend a weekend in Newark, New Jersey. Same thing.

• They still honor a caste system (which the politicians try to deny) and the people in the lower castes are treated worse than garbage. Yet India continuously tries to claim it's a democracy.

• It's legal to sell your kids into the slave business as well as into prostitution rings. That in and of itself should get them nuked right off the map, in my opinion.

• They come to America for high tech, high paying jobs but with no intent of becoming citizens. Money and goods are sent back to India. Again, I have a real huge problem with people who enjoy all the privileges of U.S. citizenship without any of the responsibilities. Get out of my country, assholes.

• A doctor friend of mine tells me he quit accepting Texas Medicaid (welfare) because the single biggest abuser of the system he's seen has been Indians over here on visas who were making six-figures, but scamming us for food stamps and free medical (Medicaid) "simply because they can, so why not?"

• I stand behind these people in the supermarket lines and watch one after another after another attempt to scam cashiers with coupon fraud, rebate fraud and generally just nickel and dime the store to death. I've watched them berate the poor high-school or college-age cashiers and clerks, call them stupid, insist that they take their coupons or rebates and then hold up the entire freaking line. And sometimes FOR AS LITTLE AS .25¢!

I raise hell with them. Right then, right there. In the checkout line. The men will act belligerent and puff themselves up and yell. I've offered to knock the living shit out of several of them, but so far, damn it, none have taken me up on the offer.

People tell me there are good Indians, and I agree--they're all back in India.

Go back and fix your own damn country before you come over here and screw ours up.

Indians who are American citizens? No problem. They're Americans.

Big difference.

Monday, April 25, 2011

Newspapers deserve their doomed fate

I swear, the publishers and editors running today's newspapers are the biggest punch of morons short of Congress that I've seen in a long while.

And ironically, or maybe not. . . the majority of newspapers are liberal rags that shill on the editorial pages for whatever communist and socialist du jour they have a flavor for.

So is it any wonder that readership is down and subscriptions are plummeting?

Better yet, now the "thing" is for newspaper to try and hustle a paid subscription out of readers who wish to view their drivel on the internet.

A good example (of a bad newspaper) immediately comes to mind: The Dallas Morning News

The paper was barely tolerable a decade ago, but ever since getting this pinko feminist editor from somewhere in Arizona (who I'm sure is thrilled she's gone), The News has sunk faster than Al Gore's credibility with massage therapists.

Advertisers are demanding lower rates to match the declining readership. The paper has resorted to setting up shop in local Walgreens, Tom Thumb (grocery stores) and other small general retail locations and GIVING copies of the paper away in a last-gasp attempt to lure readers in. Of course, once they give you the paper, they then pitch you for a subscription.

I haven't cared to read a newspaper from front to back in years--not even when I find myself trapped on rare occasion in an airport with the inevitable flight delay. So internet versions of most papers work for me. I can scan the headlines, choose which (few) stories I care about, click and then read.

And now The Dallas Morning News braintrust wants me to pony up a subscription fee in order to do THAT. I asked them if I paid for a subscription, would I not have any internet ads to mess with.

They politely told me that no, that was how they made their money.

I responded by telling the sales guy he might want to update his resumé because DMN was about to go bust.

Don't know anyone who subscribes--paper version or internet version--to the Dallas paper. But I also make it a habit not to hang around idiots, either.

Not wanting to be left behind, my college hometown newspaper, The Lubbock Avalanche Journal announced that THEY were going to start charging online subscription fees.

Good luck with that.

Most folks who read online newspapers often enjoy checking out stories from locales where they don't live. We no longer endure winters in Kansas City, but I find myself occasionally checking with the Kansas City Star, THE worst excuse for a newspaper I've seen anywhere in the world. No word from the Star whether or not they're going to start trying to charge me for my occasional checking in. They can try and I'll just laugh.

The problem that these idiot newspaper people don't seem to get is that their product sucks these days. It just flat sucks. Even the online versions--in fact, I think they often suck even more. Typos, bad grammar, poor to no (AP) style, etc.

And they want us to pay for that?

We're already paying Congress and the Kenyan imposter for doing a lousy job. I'll be damned if I'm going to pay online newspapers for doing the same.

Sunday, April 24, 2011

Eric Heyl--just another pissant, anti-gun, numbnuts reporter

It seems a certain columnist for the local Pittsburgh paper is getting his ass kicked up and down and all around by some angry conservative females.

So, for the record, I am a conservative male, who shaves his face rather than his legs and who takes his leaks standing up rather than sitting down. And as a native Texan, I have been genetically programmed by my ancestory to defend the honor of women when and where appropriate.

But in this case, I'm only playing clean-up hitter because the women-folk have done a downright admirable job of exposing this guy and laying the smack down on him. So how did this all start, you ask?

This year's NRA annual meeting and convention is in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania--a city I've come to love.

Pittsburgh reminds me of my adopted hometown of Kansas City--a good mix of hard-working blue and white collar folks, great food, good sports teams (well, Pittsburgh more than KC these days), and plenty to do.

But according to a local columnist who writes for the Pittsburgh Tribune-Review, Eric Heyl, women need not bother venturing downtown next weekend to the NRA convention.

According to Heyl, there are a variety of reasons why you of the more delicate sex should not bother attending this year's NRA Annual Meeting & Convention. In the pissant's own words:
• Spending several hundred dollars on a serviceable handgun might leave them without enough money to get the full treatment at that next visit to the day spa.

• Carrying a gun in a small purse would leave less room for more important items, such as lipstick or compact.

• The baggy clothing required to successfully conceal most holsters would make them appear frumpy.

• Gunpowder residue might stain the new Karen Scott blouse they just bought at Macy's.

• The gunpowder smell when the weapon is fired could totally overwhelm the Chanel they're wearing.

• Most firearm accessories come only in one boring color: black.

• Target practice earplugs simply aren't sexy.

Obviously Heyl knows about as much about female gun-owners as Barney Frank knows about testosterone.

It would be interesting to see him explain his misogynist views to the caribou-killer (as he refers to her), Sarah Palin, and see how far he got chopped down at the knees. And just as interestingly would be to do a "couple's comparison" of Sarah and Todd Palin standing next to Eric Heyl and whoever his mate du jour might be.

Who would epitomize what America is about in terms of self-reliance, ruggedness and success?

Damn sure wouldn't be this pissant columnist.

I found out about this yokel through one of my favorite blogs, The Breda Fallacy. I would encourage Mr. Heyl to check out Breda's blog, check out her pictures, and then re-think his asinine attempts at sexist humor regarding women, guns and the NRA convention.

I'd also caution Mr. Heyl about getting into a word-slinging faceoff with Breda. The blogger is a librarian and has more words at her immediate disposal than Heyl has pubic hairs on his now missing-in-action testicles.

In fact, here ya go Heyl, here are a few more women with guns you might want to run your opinions past: View From The Porch, Politics, Guns and Beer, and then if you have any doubts left over, check out this one from a fellow Texan, Bells A Ringing.

Would enjoy seeing you explain your views and beliefs regarding women and guns to those ladies.

It always cracks me up how so-called defenders of the little people (journalists) are often the biggest damned hypocrites there are. Heyl's mocking of women simply because they may like guns is a good example. Same with his caribou-killer label he so un-originally hung on Sarah Palin. The stereotypes of women and their purses, shopping habits, Chanel perfume, etc. So where the hell are the NAGs (National Association of Gals, as coined by Rush Limbaugh) or any other feminist groups?

Gotta stop. Damned if I'm not starting to sound politically correct here, which this ol' Texas boy is anything but PC. . . Kinda how I get when our women's honor is being challenged because they own a firearm. Likewise, I'd like to talk to the (suppopsed) gun-store owner/worker Heyl (supposedly) interviewed who said women were an un/undertapped market for gun sales.

Maybe that might be because of pissants like Heyl and their attitude about women?

In the meantime, it wouldn't surprise me at all to discover that Mr. Heyl takes his leaks sitting down and shaves his arm pits. He certainly seems to have all other aspects of the female gender down.

Maybe the women attending the NRA convention should send him some tampons?

Saturday, April 23, 2011

Massachusetts and Texas. There is a difference.

As if it isn't already obvious. . .

In Massachusetts, especially eastern Massachusetts, they love electing crooks like Barney Frank. Of course, the state overwhelmingly continued to elect hiccup-Ted Kennedy, who is finally sober by the way, and the Great Fraud John "Swift Boat" Kerry.

Just the fact that two of those assholes get elected at-large, term after term tells you where the state's head is. This new guy, Brown, well, we'll see. . . RINO at best, but nobody was worse than hiccup-Ted Kennedy.

In Massachusetts, most residents are scared of guns. I mean, really scared. So scared, in fact, that they imagine seeing them (guns) at every turn, every corner, and every hidden nook.

In Texas, we love guns and the only gun we fear is the one we just bought at a gun store or gun show without letting our spouse know about it in advance. But seeing that this is Texas, our spouses quickly get over it and the only thing they're usually mad about is if we didn't bring them home a gun as well.

In Burlington, Massachusetts, they're very scared of guns. So much so, it seems, that even a mere umbrella begins to look like a deranged assault rifle when being carried in the local shopping mall.

Even the police are scared of dangerous assault umbrella/guns, and they send their entire SWAT team goons out, along with State Police, helicopters and it wouldn't surprise me if they didn't have their fingers poised on the speed dial button to call out the National Guard.

You think I'm kidding, doncha? Heh heh heh. Read on: Umbrella toting teenager spurs SWAT team to raid, evacuate Massachusetts shopping mall.

I love the part in the story where the brave, daring and dashing mall employee is proud and fancies himself quite the friggin' hero and stating that "he'd do it all over again" in reference to quickly whipping out his cell phone and gunning in NINE ONE ONE the second he saw and recognized that dangerous assault umbrella/gun with the high-capacity canopy.

Hell, this guy probably thinks he's related to Paul Revere.

You know, I'm now officially ashamed in trying to explain to my friends in other countries how the Tea Party started in Boston, and about Paul Revere and all the other brave revolutionaries that we had in Boston.

The majority of what we have up there now is nothing more than a bunch of pussies relying on the government (ala the taxpayers) for everything, right down to wiping their butts when they pee their pants after seeing a dangerous umbrella being carried in a shopping mall.

Massachusetts. You can have it.

Meanwhile, several thousand miles to the southwest, a seventy-one-year-old woman in rural east Texas had her front door kicked in on a Saturday night. Her dogs apparently raised holy hell with the would-be dumbass who kicked in her door, but nonetheless, rather than calling for the Massachusetts State Police and SWAT goons to come down and assist the Texas DPS and Texas Rangers, she did what any self-respecting Texan would do.

She simply added another gun to her collection and then had an appropriate sign made and posted in her yard.

I think the difference in attitude between the two locales just about says it all.

Friday, April 22, 2011

Texas & Australia--two of a kind

Australians and Texans have a lot in common.

• Don't mess with us

• We're a destination, not a detour

• Even though a Texan and an Australian may have never met, put the two of us in a bad situation and reflexively, we'll have each others' back.

We were both pretty much kicked out of civilized society (England for the Aussies, just about anywhere east of the Mississippi for Texans) and found our way into barren wasteland.

But what we found in Australia and Texas were beautiful shorelines, rugged country, fertile land and an entire new way of looking at life and how to live it. We have rugged men and beautiful women as seen by these two lovely Australian ladies and the girls from my old college alma mater, Texas Tech University.

Because of how our respective lands came to be settled, there is a huge and fiercely independent streak in both Aussies and Texans. In Texas, we reserve the right to secede. Yankees and dumbass journalists dispute this, but all I'll say is: "Don't trifle with us on this one."

Down under, Australia doesn't need to secede--they just need to kick out the remaining remnants of British royalty and liberalism from their land. We have our own version of that crap here in Texas--we call it "Austin." We'd do good to flush it back to Boston or Philadelphia or Berkely or wherever the hell it came from.

Why? Because those are liberal bastions and what places such as that produce are more liberals who eventually produce criminals. And criminals like to rob places.

These criminals made the bad mistake of trying to rob a bar in Sidney, and 50 bikers came rushing in, caught the robbers, beat the hell out of them, then held them for the police.

God Bless Australians.

But as much as me and some friends enjoyed this video about Australians, an Aussie pal of ours--he refers to us as his mates--reminded us of this video, which is one of his favorites. He tells us he especially enjoys the scenery.

I assured him that we enjoy the scenery, too.

My wife is anxious to visit Australia and New Zealand, and we already have some friends, er, mates, lined up to tour guide for us. We also have a couple who are planning to visit Texas next year and we'll reciprocate the favor.

What's not to love? No language barrier, we both have great beers, we're independent as hell, don't mess with us, and our women are one of our greatest natural resources. Even our cookouts are pretty similar--they call it the barbie, we call it BBQ. And let me tell you: the Aussies have some pretty dang good BBQ rubs and spices.

Only thing I'm not crazy about as far as Australia goes is their gun laws, but I figure if enough Texans migrated there, we'd fix that in a hurry. We'd also bring some good beef along with us, and our women, of course.

Why, it would be Heaven Down Under.

Thursday, April 21, 2011

Westboro Baptist freaks, ghetto entrepreneurs, nuke the Middle East. . .

A hodgepodge of stuff today, just because it's there. . .

Westboro Baptist freaks chased out of town

First, back to our old friends The Phelps Gang. Someone sent me this video of a warm and loving reception they received somewhere up in the northeast. This is thoroughly enjoyable viewing, and short enough that you don't even need to run to the microwave to make popcorn.

Next time, maybe the protesters will use rocks the size of Shirley Phelps' ass, although it would take several men to lift that size of rock. Just saying, though. . .

Here, some patriots in one of my favorite states in the nation, Missouri, show up and basically tell the Phelps Phreaks to stick it up their backsides.

But here's my favorite, just e-mailed to me by some friends in southern Mississippi. For the record, I have always loved Mississippi and came within a cat's whisker of taking a job there back in the late 90's.

This is from an Ole Miss sports message board:

A couple of days before, one of them (Westboro protestors) ran his mouth at a Brandon gas station and got his arse waxed. Police were called and the beaten man could not give much of a description of who beat him. When they canvassed the station and spoke to the large crowd that had gathered around, no one seemed to remember anything about what had happened.

Rankin County handled this thing perfectly. There were many things that were put into place that most will never know about and at great expense to the county.

Most of the morons never made it out of their hotel parking lot. It seems that certain Rankin county pickup trucks were parked directly behind any car that had Kansas plates in the hotel parking lot and the drivers mysteriously disappeared until after the funeral was over. Police were called but their wrecker service was running behind and it was going to be a few hours before they could tow the trucks so the Kansas plated cars could get out.

A few made it to the funeral but were ushered away to be questioned about a crime they might have possibly been involved in. Turns out, after a few hours of questioning, that they were not involved and they were allowed to go on about their business.

God Bless Mississippi!

And one more time, a plug for some of the toughest, most disciplined Americans I'll ever meet--the Patriot Guard Riders.

I'm not sure I could do what they do when these Phelps Phreaks show up. Burn or stomp on my flag, mock or spit at my fellow veterans, and you'll probably get the exact response out of me you're looking for--but you're going to get a helluva lot more of that response than you counted on or bargained for.

A New Orleans entrepreneur

Now, this is a real obit apparently taken from the New Orleans paper in 2004 or 2005. It came to me, several times, in e-mails with "entrepreneur" taking a different meaning. The latest version of e-mails and internet rounds have "entrepreneur" being that this career welfare waste-product spawned nine illegitimate kids, and thus, was able to collect a buttload of welfare money.

Well, ol' Larmondo "Flair" isn't alone in that entrepreneurship, especially down in the Big Easy where welfare schemes have been perfected beyond perfection. The dollar amounts claimed vary from e-mail to e-mail, but I don't think anyone doubts that there wasn't some serious welfare bank being paid out to this human family of ooze.

My interpretation of "entrepreneur" is more in line with that of some of my old cop buddies--Larmondo was a drug-dealer. "Entrepreneur" is a euphemism amongst the parasites and race-baiting apologetic black ministers that is often used to cover up the true illegitimate cash-generating activities of shit-stains like "Flair."

Good riddance, no loss to decent society.

Just nuke the Middle East and let's be done with it.

But seriously, what more do I need to say?

After reading this story from Reuters, Saudi slashes oil output; says market oversupplied I'm ready to go find an FAA designated pilot examiner and get my type rating for either B-1 Lancers, B-2 Spirits or hell, I'll even gladly drive the proven B-52s over to the Middle East and start turning it into a nuclear wasteland.

To ensure that the regions stays a wasteland, I'd like to strap on each nuke a Washington liberal who bitches and moans every time anyone suggests that maybe we drill our OWN oil in our OWN country so we don't have to rely on these raghead sons of bitches for our economy.

I'd then call those nukes with the likes of the Kenyan imposter and the Delaware Dumbass strapped to them "not-so-smart bombs."

After all, anything goes over there, right?

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Why is George Soros still breathing oxygen?

Quite frankly, I'm amazed this scumbag asshole is still alive and breathing.

Either he has one helluva private security detail, or much of the rest of the world couldn't find its testicles with the help of a dozen Clinton White House interns and Hillary's infamous lock-box.

Long regarded as the puppet master who pulls the strings and programs the lips of the Kenyan imposter, Soros is an admitted and avowed enemy of not just the United States, but pretty much democracies everywhere.

You see, Soros, now that he's a billionaire, is a facist who thinks he should be running the world. Actually, he's been referred to as a socialist-capitalist as well as a national socialist.

I just refer to him as an oxygen thief.

Call Soros what you will, he's not a nice guy. In fact, he's one miserable twisted son of a bitch. And, he's an admitted enemy of the United States and our strongest allies.

While he's not one of my favorites, Glenn Beck apparently sniffed Soros out pretty good and has connected the dots. Glenn Beck: Soros Exposed There are some pretty damning admissions from Soros himself in this piece.

“If truth be known, I carried some rather potent messianic fantasies with me from childhood which I felt I had to control, otherwise I might end up in the loony bin. But when I made my way in the world I wanted to indulge myself in my fantasies to the extent that I could afford.” George Soros “Underwriting Democracy: Encouraging Free Enterprise And Democratic Reform Among the Soviets and in Eastern Europe”
- George Soros 60 Minutes Interview – 12/20/98

A piece in The American Thinker today, Soros the guiltless, reveals that Soros has no regrets whatsoever about helping Nazi soldiers loot the property of Hungarian Jews--his own people--during WWII when Soros was a teenager.

Moveon and M-M are slander squads funded by György Schwartz, later known as György Soros (with two sh-sounds), and later George Soros, US citizen. In his autobiograpy, modestly entitled Soros on Soros, he described how as a teenager he helped to cart off the stolen possessions of Hungarian Jewish men, women and children after they were rounded up and transported to death camps. He claims it never bothered him a bit, and still doesn't bother him today. He has no personal regrets about his actions. Somebody would have done it.

This makes me wonder why the Israelis haven't put an end to Soros' ability to flex his diaphragm and inhale air. Those folks were pretty serious about chasing down a number of WWII war criminals, no matter where they'd fled or how rich or how poor they were.

Why no interest in Soros? If I were the Mossad, I'd be on this guy like stink on a skunk.

Or what about the Brits? Soros crashed their economy and jeopardized the pound, the primary currency in England at the time. Businesses failed, personal savings and wealth vanished and so on.

Why wasn't MI6 or SAS given covert orders to cease and desist Soros?

And then there's Russia. Many firmly believe that Soros' financial market meddling is what brought the Kremlin to its knees. And even today, the Russians aren't in real great financial shape, thanks to this SOB.

And while the KGB no longer (officially) exists, the Motherland still has the ability thanks to the SVR, the Foreign Intelligence Service.

Three mighty nations Soros has severely wounded, yet he's unblemished.

And then there's us, the United States, the nation Soros rabidly hates. We already know everything this asswipe has done to us, how he set up and funded and to wreck anything moderate or mainstream or conservative in American politics and/or business.

The result is we have the Kenyan imposter leading the charge, who bows to the raghead kings in Saudi Arabia while intentionally snubbing the Israelis. Not to mention the most devastating historic debt this nation has ever seen--and may not be able to pull itself out of.

All deliberately planned and executed by the Hungarian ex-patriot piece-of-shit traitor to his own homeland and native people.

So again, I ask the question: Why is Soros still breathing oxygen?

Can anyone answer that?

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Hunting season for gang-bangers. No license needed, no bag limits.

Look at the face of this piece of human sewage. Sixteen years old and already ruined. Warranty void, unable to repair, return in pine box to manufacturer.

According to authorities in Sarasota, this puke's name is allegedy Shawn Tyson.

His name needs to be Deceased.

Think I'm being harsh? Take a look at the two British tourists he gunned down in cold blood.

Why did this little shitstain who goes by "Shawn Tyson" gun them down in a hail of bullets?

Gang initiation is what is suspected. Britons shot and killed in Florida in suspected gang initiation

Want one better, or worse, depending on your sense of macabre irony? An idiot judge let the little creep loose a day or so after he'd been arrested for an aggravated robbery just two weeks earlier.


Enough of these little pissant gangbangers running loose like rabid animals. Enough of these cesspools of human debris that pose as public housing. Enough of these idiotic robed morons posing as judges upholding the law letting these present and future killers run amok.

When I was growing up out in West Texas, if we had a problem with coyotes getting too populated and encroaching on our cattle and farms, we went and eradicated the pests. I mean, we took their population down to the point it would be rare to see a coyote.

Did we ever get them all? Of course not. Only an idiot--or Florida judge--would be stupid enough to think that was possible. But what we did do was make it so those remaining, surviving coyotes gave serious pause before coming anywhere close where the scent of man--and gunpowder--was around.

Rabbits eating on the cotton plants? We thinned 'em out. Too many rattlesnakes? Sweetwater has a rattlesnake roundup every year in which tens of thousands of the useless critters are hunted, brought in, and killed.

The liberals and animal rights wackos howl like a coyote with his balls caught in a trap, but we quite frankly couldn't give a damn less. We always noted that not one of those hypocritical, citified SOBs ever wanted to take any rattlesnakes home with them and raise them, or coyotes, or anything else.

And likewise, we have the same class of hypocritical idiots who place the same value on these gangsters' lives as the animal rights weirdos place on vermin like rattlesnakes and coyotes.

What have these little shitstain gang-bangers given society? Car-jackings, drug-dealing, drive-by shootings, turf wars, gang-rapes as part of initiations, smash-and-grab robberies of people in their cars, and many more admirable contributions to civilized society.

Enough. Time to thin the herds and then give the surviving vermin serious pause about venturing anywhere near decent, civilized society in the immediate future.

We send our military overseas to defend who knows what, but won't let them defend their own families, friends and neighborhoods once they're back home in supposed civilized society. That needs to change. We have cops whose hands are restricted ten times more than the occasional piece of shit gangsters they arrest. When a cop shoots a gang-banger, that cop will spend more time on administrative leave than the gang-banger will spend in the hospital--at our expense, mind you, if he survives.

In other words, the effing government is not part of the solution, and is, therefore, part of the problem.

The thing about our Constitution is that it begins with We The People, not Us The Government.

When government fails the people, as it has increasingly been doing more of in the past forty years, it is the People's responsibility to restore order. The faint of heart amongst us will call me a vigilante. But those same nimrod cowards have no idea the origin of the world vigilante.

The origin of the word vigilante comes from the Spanish where it means to watch and or to stand guard over. Merriam Webster defines vigilante as a member of a volunteer committee organized to suppress and punish crime summarily (as when the processes of law are viewed as inadequate)."

Cops are government. Judges are government. Legislators are government. All three, individually and collectively, have failed to do a damned thing about these gang-bangers running amok in our streets and neighborhoods. They're afraid of the political fallout.

Well screw political fallout. I'm afraid of having a loved one killed like those two young men from Great Britain were killed. So that's why I propose a hunting season for gang members.

Just like other dangerous predators, we know where they live, we know what they look like and how they act. We know how to bait them and we know how to get them to come to us. We have over 70 million legal gun-owners in the U.S., many of whom are also veterans.

I say it's time time turn us loose and let us hunt. It's more than obvious that the cops, the judges and the legislators aren't going to do a damned thing about this menace.

So let's start thinning the herds--and the sooner the better.

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Air Traffic Controllers. Give them a break.

Like most Americans, when I heard of the snoozing controller at Reagan International Airport (KDCA), I wasn't real happy about the circumstances.

But unlike most Americans, I'm a pilot--and I know there is a lot more to stories like this one than the non-flying public wishes to believe.

Initially, the media tried to make a big deal out of the safety issue. Typical media--rummage through the news room and find out who has the most frequent flier miles, and then put them on camera with a CG (computer graphic) under their picture that says, "Aviation expert."

For what it's worth, that's usually the same way the media finds their military experts (whoever had the most GI Joe's as a kid), medical expert (who's the biggest hypochondriac at the station), etc etc.

What the media didn't report was that air traffic controllers do not fly airplanes. Pilots fly airplanes.

In the aviation world, there is an axiom that is decades old that every pilot worth his wings not only knows by heart, but lives by. It goes like this: "Aviate. Navigate. Communicate. In that order."

Translated, that means fly the damn airplane first and foremost. Maintaining safe control over your aircraft is your first and most pressing priority. Navigate--finding your way from point A to point B--comes second. Communicate--with ATC and/or other pilots or ground facilities--is your third priority.

I've lost contact with air traffic controllers on I don't know how many occasions, and the wings on my airplane never fell off as a result, nor did I suddenly forget how to operate the airplane. Likewise, I've gotten off course a few times, but the airplane still flew as I worked to navigate my way back on course.

In other words, the airplane can and does fly just fine without radios.

Now, communications with a busy airport are important. It is the job of ATC to provide separation between aircraft so we don't bump into each other (especially) in the air or on the ground.

But the two flights that had to land without ATC instructions at Reagan were in zero danger whatsoever.

Likewise with the medical flight that had to land without ATC communications in Reno a few days ago. In listening to the video/audio, the pilot made the decision to land (due to a seriously ill patient) and used the Reno airport tower frequency as what we refer to as a CTAF--Common Traffic Advisory Frequency. In the video, at the end, you can hear the pilot call out, "Reno Traffic, Cheyenne xxxxxx on short final for Runway 16. Full stop."

Translated, that meant any other aircraft in the vicinity of the Reno airport, be advised that this medical flight was heading for the runway to land and would be making a full stop, meaning they would be turning off the runway onto the first available or most advantageous taxiway once on the runway and slowed down enough.

Every pilot trained in America knows how to utilize CTAF frequencies as well as landing at uncontrolled or non-towered airports.

No danger.

So let's look at why the controllers are falling asleep. To do that, we need to look no further than the non-flying morons who mismanage the FAA.

For whatever reason, it seems the FAA has been loathe to give consistent, regular schedules to many of their employees who deal with air traffic control operations. By regular consistent schedules, I mean having a set schedule of working from say 7 a.m. to 4:00 p.m. five days a week. Or working 2:00 p.m. to 10:00 p.m. five days a week.

That makes too damn much sense for the FAA manager. So instead, what controllers get are schedules and shifts where they get off at 2 p.m. (which meant they were up early in the morning to begin with) and have to be right back at the tower at 10 p.m. for the graveyard shift.

Here is an excerpt from a news report that explains it pretty good:

one of the most tiring schedules worked by controllers is a week of midnight shifts, followed by a week of early morning shifts and then a week of swing shifts that start in the afternoon and wind up at night. The schedule doesn't give controllers time to adjust to any one set of waking and sleeping hours.

You can read the entire story here: FAA announces new work schedules coming for air traffic controllers.

In the past few weeks of these stories, the overwhelming tone of the comments I've read has been "Fire them. No excuse for sleeping on the job."

On one hand, I can absolutely understand that sentiment. On the other, those making the comments, I dare to speculate, have never set foot in an air traffic control tower.

There's some serious pressure and stress up there. Very little margin for error. And those folks do a helluva good job given the antiquated junk our government gives them to work with.

Yet, even with that explained, I still hear people cussing air traffic controllers. I normally shut them up by asking them what kind of pilot's license they have.

Silence. Then the predictable, "That's not the point" BS.

It IS the point. The FAA's ground-pounder management style has relegated human controllers to working like robots in which you charge their batteries simply by plugging them in. Humans, fortunately, do not work that way.

There is a difference between sleeping on the job because you're lazy and incompetent, and sleeping on the job because your employer schedules you ridiculous and ever-changing shifts.

We can do without the former, but unfortunately that's where government management applicant pools come from. The latter, I'm all for working to make things better for them.

Because when things are better in the tower, they're often better in the cockpit.

Think about that next time you're flying.

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Trump is a chump

With the old-school Republicans unable to fight their way out of a wet paper bag, we have an icon of arrogant idiocy throwing his bad hair into the presidential race.

Donald Trump.

For the record, I have thought Trump was an asshole of the highest order ever since I first learned of him years ago. And today, my opinion still stands.

He has some business sense, I'll grant that. But as far as any insight or instincts in which he could lead this country? Not a snowball's chance in hell.

In November of 2008, Trump referred to (George W) Bush as "evil," while praising the Kenyan imposter up one side and down the other.

Seem hard to believe? Check this out: Trump calls Bush evil, praises Obama.

Like I said, an asshole of the highest order.

About the only thing Trump has ever done that I even sort of like is his alleged investigation into the Kenyan imposter's seemingly imaginary proof of American citizenship.

But even then, I don't trust Trump. Just don't. Alpha-hotels like him have far too many ulterior motives, and "love of country" ain't one of them.

Trump flip-flops almost as much as the fraud known as John "Swift Boat" Kerry did during his campaign run. And all that flip-flopping tells us is that Trump has his OWN interests well ahead of those of anyone else.

For the record, I don't believe the Kenyan imposter is a U.S. citizen, but I've pretty much moved on from that. We're stuck with the arrogant son of a bitch and the best thing we can do is kick his Jeremiah Wright, muslim loving ass out of office in 2012 with a monumental landslide victory for our side.

Trump is jeopardizing that by just being Trump. And he knows it.

The media loves Trump because he's always good for a sound byte or some juicy gossip or for causing some sort of turd-stirring. So it was no surprise whatsoever when the media announced, via a "poll," that Trump was the number-two runner in a presidential campaign--right behind old-school RINO Mitt Romney.

Of course, another reason Trump may be sitting at an imaginary number two pole position is that the Republicans can't get their stuff together enough to even agree on a platform among themselves.

We have two big factions within the Republican party: The old-school establishment RINOs like McCain, Romney, Newt Gingrich, Karl Rove, et al, and we have the new faces, the up-and-comers like Sarah Palin, Michelle Bachman, Marco Rubio and company.

The old school RINOs can't stand the fact that we're rendering them as irrelevant as an Al Gore sound byte and that we're willing to flush them faster than last night's chili.

So a character like Trump slithers in, throws his hat in the ring, gets some media sound bytes and becomes a darling of the media.

Isn't that exactly what happened in 2008 with McCain?

When will we ever learn?

Friday, April 15, 2011

Westboro Baptist freakshow coming to Texas to protest Marine's funeral

Today, Friday, 15 April 2011, Arlington, Texas, will bury one of the nation's finest. U.S. Marine Corps Staff Sergeant Jeremy D. Smith was killed in Afghanistan on 6 April 2011.

Smith gave all to this nation and deserves to be honored in a respectful, fitting manner.

Enter Fred Phelps and his traveling freak show of skinhead anti-Semitic nimrods who make headlines by protesting at fallen warriors' funerals. They're headed to Texas for Smith's funeral.

And that's a crime.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know. I know the Supreme Court rules 8 - 1 that these inbred racist freaks of nature have the right to protest just about anywhere they want.

However, I have a problem with people who protest the very Americans who protect the protesters' rights and freedom to be obnoxious, riot-inciting and downright infuriating.

Personally, I think the friends and family of the soldier, sailor or airman being memorialized should be allowed to spit in the face of these Topeka, Kansas creeps.

I think veterans should be allowed to take a baseball bat to these WBC assholes and swing like Barry Bonds on steroids.

My father-in-law was a Marine. A WWII Marine in the First Raider Battalion. If one of these asshats had shown up in Maine with the sign shown in the picture above, I'll guarantee you I--and the other vets at his service--would've shoved that sign straight up the protester's ass. And then I would've beaten that punk unrecognizable.

Sorry, I have zero tolerance for such freaks and I consider their protesting at military funerals the same as burning the flag. Do that in my presence, and one of us is going to jail and the other to the hospital.

God Bless the Patriot Guard. The Patriot Guard Riders are an all-volunteer group whose mission is to respect those who serve and have served our country and in doing so, achieve two primary objectives (as taken from their web site):

1. Show our sincere respect for our fallen heroes, their families, and their communities.
2. Shield the mourning family and their friends from interruptions created by any protestor or group of protestors.

These are good folks who can use our help, support and donations. You do not have to ride to be a member, you don't have to be a veteran to be a member, and it doesn't cost anything to be a member.

Want to support the families of our fallen veterans by shielding them from obnoxious and toxic nutcases like the Phelps pack? Join Patriot Guard Riders today.

Here's a way to show your support to the Patriot Riders and to our vets and to anyone who sees this: It's a cool embroidered patch and for a $10 donation, it's in the mail to you. Mine is on the way.

The constitutional and legal and free speech issues surrounding toxic ilk like Fred Phelps and his losers is another discussion for another day. However, suffice it to say that I personally view such antics about the same as I do burning crosses, marching with swatiskas and yelling "FIRE!" in the proverbial crowded theater.

When you do that, you're simply trying to piss someone off, or scare them.

Well here's some advice for you, Mr. Phelps and ilk: Don't be surprised if when you extend your fist beyond where normal patriotic Americans' noses begin, you end up beaten to a pulp. You're already beyond unpopular in America--you're despised. And the good folks of McAlester, Oklahoma made that clear last Saturday:

McALESTER - Members of a Kansas church that protests at military funerals may have found themselves in the wrong town Saturday.

Shortly after finishing their protest at the funeral of Army Sgt. Jason James McCluskey of McAlester, a half-dozen protesters from Westboro Baptist Church in Topeka, Kan., headed to their minivan, only to discover that its front and rear passenger-side tires had been slashed.

To make matters worse, as their minivan slowly hobbled away on two flat tires, with a McAlester police car following behind, the protesters were unable to find anyone in town who would repair their vehicle, according to police.

So far, you've been lucky. You're more of a nuisance at times. You're like that bad wind that occasionally blows from the east over the landfill or the sewage treatment plant. Unpleasant, but everyone knows it goes away. And everyone knows the source of the unpleasant smell is the sewage and other fecal matter in the facility.

That's how we tend to view you and your racist inbred clowns. Fecal matter that has a mouth and legs, but not much more.

Pictures of you, your skank white trash asshole family and your scumbag clan support this view.

Thursday, April 14, 2011

Chick-fil-A for President

When I got out of the Air Force in the early 80's, I took a part-time job at Sears, while I was studying advertising and business at Texas Tech University in Lubbock. Sears was located in the South Plains Mall--a huge, sprawling shopping mall that was a major economic draw for all of the peripheral towns located within a hundred-mile or so radius of Lubbock.

One of my favorite eating establishments at the South Plains Mall was Chick-fil-A.

I, like many in my generation, remember when you could only find Chick-fil-A in shopping malls. I never saw any stand-alone restaurants, which was unusual.

The other thing that was unusual was that Chick-fil-A was always closed on Sunday, even though the mall had recently began opening for business on Sundays.

There are a lot of churches in Lubbock and west Texas, and nobody thought anything about Chick-fil-A staying closed on Sunday. I missed my chicken sandwich and waffle fries, but it was only one day and I admired a company that held to its core values and principles.

Today, Chick-fil-A has held to those same core values and principles. And earlier this year, the looney liberals and "progressives" began ridiculing Chick-fil-A and putting them in their sights.

It's a no-holds barred battle royal that the so-called progressives are waging, and one of my favorite writers, Michelle Malkin, exposes the liberal rats for their attempt to tear down Chick-fil-A.

First off, I don't call these people "progressives." I call them loonies, because that's what they are. They support everything that is anti-American, anti-value and anti-moral that they can get their grubby little uncalloused hands around.

And now they have Chick-fil-A in their grip. And what is Chick-fil-A's sin to draw the ire of these looney liberals?

They dared to openly support Focus on the Family, the National Organization for Marriage, and the Pennsylvania Family Institute.

Translation? Chick-fil-A dares to support traditional marriage between a man and a woman, and even worse yet, *gasp*, they dare put their money where their mouth is--something liberals are loathe to do, by the way.

As reported in Malkin's brilliant piece, Chick-fil-A donated money to a pro-family, pro-marriage organization.

Naturally, the looney Left can't have that. And naturally, according to their thought process, Chick-fil-A must naturally be anti-gay, therefore a protest campaign is needed.

But a protest campaign isn't enough for the loonies. A smear campaign has also been orchestrated by recruiting bloggers and freelance writers--and apparently all spearheaded by some loser-looney at the New York Slimes by the name of Kim Severson, who herself is uglier than a batch of homemade soap gone bad.

(I tried posting a picture of Severson, but my Apple computer kept putting up an image of a prune. I suppose the computer kept getting its fruits mixed up.)

Severson, by the way, is the former Vice President of the National Gay and Lesbian Journalists Association. She's also a professional victim and world-class whiner who moans about being an unwed lesbian partner with a child.

So Severson goes after Chick-fil-A simply because the company supported a marriage group that supports traditional marriage.

And yet, the morons in today's mainstream media wonder why not only they are not taken seriously, but why they're going bankrupt as well? Yet, these dumb asses still see fit to tell the rest of us how we should live and think?

Chick-fil-A is as American of a company as you can get. Good food, good prices, easy to find, pride in their product and they treat their employees very well. They have scholarships for their employees, tuition assistance, great benefits, they're active in the community and they're pro-family.

Every time I've been to a Chick-fil-A, no matter what part of the country I was in, I've always had fast, friendly service and the employees were always genuinely happy. I see a lot of high school kids working there. It takes the patience of a saint to train high school kids in their first job, but apparently Chick-fil-A does a pretty darn good job of it. And the kids usually go on to do well in college and/or future pursuits and become happy, productive Americans.

No wonder the Liberals hate Chick-fil-A. So, guess where I'm having lunch tomorrow?

In fact, I think I'll buy some Chick-fil-A gift cards to give to some of my friends. I'll just forewarn them about not looking at a picture of Kim Severson before they go eat.

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Setting up college students for the slaughter

OK, so I read that a couple of spineless Democrats (redundant) in Texas have managed to temporarily shelve our push to allow college students to legally exercise their Second Amendment rights even while, *gasp*, attending state-supported colleges and universities.

What a wonderful message that sends. . .

One Dem, a Sen. Mario Gallegos of Houston, whined to the Associated Press that parents were scared of guns on campus. Texas lawmakers forced to back off college campus carry bill

I'm scared of muggers and rapists on campus. But I never seem to hear much about that until after those criminals have already ruined someone's life. Then, after lots of hand-wringing, moaning and blaming Bush, the college academics and management promise new solutions, new rules, new regulations, etc etc.

My solution is to just shoot the son of a bitch who tries to mug you or rape you. Then leave the hand-wringing to the psychology and sociology professors that are perpetually convinced that nothing anyone does is their own fault--but rather the fault of either Bush or someone else.

When it comes to the Bill of Rights, liberals and most educators are anything but tolerant. They're controlling little bastards with a power trip running around their pea-sized brains. And when a reality suddenly happens that upsets their applecart, they are clueless as how to handle it. The solution? More laws with the naive expectations that criminals and psychos will follow those laws.

I'm conservative because I want the government and other people to leave me the hell alone. Liberals want to meddle in everyone else's lives and tell us how to live--then pass laws that force us to live they want.

I give you the EPA as a prime example.

I am a firm, ardent, unwavering and unapologetic supporter of the Second Amendment. And I own guns. Plenty of them. However, unlike liberals, I do not try and force anyone who doesn't want to own a gun to rush out to the nearest gun store and buy one.

Yet liberals are doing their damndest to keep me from owning a firearm.

I don't tell anyone which papers to read or how to speak or how to think, ala our First Amendment, yet liberals are forever chastising me over my "political incorrectness" and calling anything that I, a conservative, might say that they disagree with as "hate speech."

Then the cowardly SOBs run out and try to get laws passed turning hate speech into hate crimes.

As I've said for years and years, liberals are cowards and cowards are bullies. Bullies need a swift kick to the balls and a closed fist to the mouth and then knocked on their ass--and they quit being bullies. They leave you alone.

But I'm also convinced that we have a number of so-called conservatives that are just as big of cowards as the liberals. Only, they're hiding behind the rest of us because we'll say what they're afraid to say; we'll do what they're afraid to do.

How did we ever get this screwed up in America?

Just look at our college campuses and there's a big part of your answer.

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

We need to start punching out lawyers

An old military pal of mine once opined that almost every ill and wrong and problem that we have in this nation can be traced back to how damn many lawyers we have.

They've become, he noted, the suburbanite wussy's version of a frontiersman's six-gun.

I agree.

©Marty Bucella

Some ten years or so ago, I had a dispute with a neighbor over something or the other. The neighbor was an asshole from somewhere up north and "couldn't wait to get the hell out of Texas." We couldn't wait for him to get the hell out, either.

One thing led to another and I'm pretty sure I called him an asshole or prick or SOB or something. Couple days later, I get this attorney who shows up in my office, all hot and bothered about me "threatening his client."

Long story short, I explained to the lawyer it was a neighborhood dispute involving his client and the rest of the cul-de-sac. Lawyer said it didn't matter and he was going to hold me responsible for "frightening" his client with my calling him an asshole.

I told the lawyer I was getting ready to kick his ass not only out of my office, but right off the effing planet. Lawyer smirked and said he'd "see me jailed and then sue me."

I smirked right back and told lawyer that maybe so, maybe so, but HE'D still be eating food made in a blender and sucking it through a straw for the next twelve months, and that his (expletive deleted) nose would never heal straight, and that if the lawyer was stupid enough to threaten me AGAIN with such a frivolous threat, I'd do MORE damage the next time I caught up with him.

As I walked him to the elevator, I had one hand on the crux of his neck and collar bone, and was shaking his other hand--and crushing it as hard as I could to get my previous point across.

Result? No lawsuit. Obnoxious neighbor said nothing further to any of us. Never heard from said lawyer again.

Was I serious about my threat? You're damned right I was.

The problem with lawyers is that so many of them grow up to be judges, and inevitably, some of those judges end up becoming federal judges, or worse, appellate judges, or even worse than that, Supreme Court justices.

Seems the higher they rise, much like a turd in a toilet bowl, the more their decisions tend to stink up the entire country. I give you the recent bunch of turds from the Ninth Circuis Court in the People's Republic of Kalifornia as further evidence.

Arizona Immigration Law: Enforcement Blocked by Circuit Court

I find myself getting angrier by the day the way this nation is going. Bad enough under Bush, but under this Kenyan imposter, we're plummeting faster than the value of our dollar with the ChiComs.

Arizona got sick and tired of the feds not doing their job; not following the law; not even enforcing the law. So Arizona told Uncle Sam to kiss its sovereign ass, and wrote, drafted and passed a law telling Arizona lawmen to begin doing what the useless feds refuse to do.

Liberals had a conniption. The Kenyan imposter had a coronary and actually urged the rest of the country to boycott Arizona. Now, what kind of a shit-stain for a president would do that--refuse to enforce laws that would help border states, then urge the rest of the nation to boycott those states who are trying to protect themselves because the useless-ass feds REFUSE to do it?

Only someone of the fraudulent ilk of the Kenyan imposter, who by the way, is a lawyer. Damn near every blood-sucking politician in Washington is not just a lawyer, but a rich lawyer.

Does that tell you anything about the law profession as we know it today?

Everytime I turn around, I'm hearing about lawyer this, lawyer that. How so and so has had to hire a lawyer. How lawyers for the unions in Wisconsin have filed this suit or that. How lawyers for the illegals have filed a suit against this or that. How lawyers for child rapists and dog-killers and pampered professional sports figures are bemoaning the unfair treatment their clients receive.

Screw lawyers. Man up, America! We need to man up to our responsibilities and doing what's right. Reach down and try to locate your testicles and ovaries. There was a time when we only needed a handful of lawyers--and that was to conduct our criminal courts. We need to go back to that time.

In the meantime, where the hell are all the lawyers raising hell with the government to make them ENFORCE the laws that Arizona is trying to do?

Seems to me that most lawyers are on the wrong side of the law. Maybe if we started punching more of them out, and hard enough to put some real fear into them, we might get rid of some of this crap and could get back into the business of being the United States of America rather than a spawning field for more attorneys.

I expect to hear from some damned lawyer threatening me over my opinion. My advice? Best leave me alone. I'm fed up and I've had enough.

And I'm far from alone with that attitude.