Tuesday, August 30, 2011

The Tea Party can go straight to Hell!

"The Tea Party can go straight to Hell," shouts Maxine Waters, hardcore Democrat from Los Angeles who never met a handout she didn't like.

Let's see:

• Record deficits

• Record debt

• Incredible unrest in the Muslim world

• Unemployment still at record highs--no relief in sight

• Gas prices still at record highs--no relief in sight

• Obamacare passed

• Consumer confidence at lowest point ever

• Housing market is worst in forty years

• Personal debt skyrockets

• Half of the country pays no taxes at all

• Bankruptcies skyrocket

• New business openings/start-ups at all-time low

• Racial divides widening more than ever

Well Maxine. Looks like we're already in Hell. You and your dumbass minions and parasitic constituents put us there.

The rest of us want out. That's why we support the Tea Party.

So go to Hell yourself.

The 10th argument for Perry

This was sent to me via e-mail in early July. I found it interesting, and in going point by point, I found it even more interesting. Sometimes we tend to take for granted what we already have, and at least here where my wife and I live, we sometimes take for granted the fierce independence and individualism that is at the core of our genetic makeup here in Texas.

The RINO establishment makes me not only want to puke, it makes me want to punch people like Karl Rove and Newt Gingrich in the face. I can already hear the little sissies now: "Oh, but violence doesn't solve anything." The hell it doesn't. Violence creates fear, and fear is a great motivator.

I'm already tired of the RINOs and MSM tossing out whatever they can just to see if something will stick. And that's why I dug this e-mail up from last month--it was written before Perry (publicly) decided to toss his Stetson in the race.

Enjoy the words, musings and thoughts of Dr. Wheeler.


by Dr. Jack Wheeler

Thursday, 07 July 2011

Monday's (7/04) unveiling of Ronald Reagan's statue, described in A Reagan Fourth of July, was followed that evening by a black tie Ronald Reagan Centennial Banquet in London's magnificent 14thcentury Guildhall. Some 800 Reagan admirers attended and I was fortunate to be one of them.

I was seated next to a nice lady who was the dean of a prestigious US law school. When she asked who I was supporting for 2012, without hesitation I answered, "Sarah Palin." She blanched. "Palin can't win - so there's no way I could be for her."

"So who are you for?" I responded. "Mitt Romney," came her reply. When I made a face, she explained, "For me, it's all about who has the best chance to beat Obama. We simply cannot afford four more years of this guy. I think Romney has the best chance of anyone out there, so I'm for him."

"I disagree with your conclusion, but I certainly agree with your premise," was my response.

A fellow across the table joined in, an investment banker from Connecticut who now lives in London. "Palin could win, although I'm far from convinced of it. I am convinced, however, that there is someone else in a much better position than Romney to defeat Obama."

Our eyes turned to him.

"Rick Perry. I think he would slice Obama up like shredded pork and have him for a Texas barbeque."

We all laughed and agreed that called for another glass of wine. "Just compare the stats, the economy of Texas, the state that's created half of all the jobs in the country, vs. The economy of the country as a whole under Obama," he continued. "Obama - or Zero as you call him, Jack - is an abysmal failure, Perry is a stunning success, period. I could go on..." We invited him to.

"Well, to start with, Perry is a man's man, while Obama is a metrosexual, a girlie-man. Perry is 100% American, Obama is 100%... Something else. In 2008, the energy and passion was pro-Obama; in 2012, the energy and passion will be anti-Obama, which Perry could personify as he'll go for Obama's jugular like Romney could never do.

"But there's another reason why I'm excited about Perry that is far more fundamental than all of this, even the economy. The only possible way I see to truly cut the federal government down to size, is for the states via the 10th Amendment to do the cutting, to take chunks of power away from it. A President Perry would be uniquely positioned to lead his fellow Republican governors in a crusade to do this."

I could not help staring at him. "That is a very interesting and persuasive argument - the best I've heard for Perry," I mused. "What you're saying is that Perry, as the most successful sitting governor in the country and chairman of the Republican Governors Association, would naturally focus his campaign on the success of states with Republican governors like him..."

We began ticking them off: Christie in New Jersey, McDonnell in Virginia, Kasich in Ohio, Scott Walker in Wisconsin, Rick Snyder in Michigan, Rick Scott in Florida, Mitch Daniels in Indiana, Bobby Jindal in Louisiana, Nikki Haley in South Carolina, Tom Corbett in Pennsylvania - 29 out of 50 now.

"... And focus by contrast on the failure of states with Dem governors, like California, Illinois, and Minnesota. He'd bring all these GOP govs, his current colleagues, into a lead campaign role, and make 10th Amendment freedom of states from Washington control a major campaign theme."

"Exactly!" the fellow across from me exclaimed with a smile. "No other major political leader in the country has embraced the 10th as a personal cause like Perry. Can you imagine how much he would enforce it upon the Federal Government as President?"

There's no doubt about Perry being a 10th Amendment champion. He wrote an entire book about it: Fed Up! This is no presidential aspirant vanity book. He actually calls, for example, Social Security "a Ponzi scheme." He advocates the repeal of the 16th and the 17th Amendments. Repeatedly he argues that the way, the mechanism, for regaining our freedom from the federal nanny state is enforcing the 10th.

He offers a fascinating rebuttal of the Dem states-rights-is-Jim-Crow-racism canard, that it was the federal government's unconstitutional violation ofnorthern states' rights that precipitated the Civil War:

"Unwilling to give up a way of life inexcusably based on an abominable practice, southern states persuaded Congress -- the federal government -- to pass the Fugitive Slave Act of 1850, which compelled citizens of northern states to act against their conscience and help return escaped former slaves into bondage.

"Meanwhile, the federal Supreme Court got involved, striking down states' personal liberty laws and ruling in Dred Scott that federal territories could not be free and that free states were not entitled to offer the rights of citizenship to former slaves. Thus, while the southern states seceded in the name of 'state's rights,' in many ways it was the northern states whose sovereignty was violated in the run-up to the Civil War."

Ever hear of Paint Creek, Texas? It's in the middle of total nowheresville on Farm Road 600 about halfway between Abilene and Wichita Falls. Rick Perry was born there in 1950. His folks were cotton farmers. He's a fifth-generation Texan who went to Texas A&M. He's an Aggie. He's a real guy, a real American unlike the ersatz-elite pseudo-educated pretend-American infesting the White House today.

Liberals hate him - and so does the RINO Republican Establishment elite. The latter, led by Karl Rove, went full bore against him in supporting Kay Bailey Hutchinson in the 2008 GOP gubernatorial primary. All the smart money was on KBH. Perry obliterated her by over 300,000 votes.

He sums up his philosophy of governing in five words: "Don't spend all the money." He despises Warmism as "junk science," despises ethanol subsidies as "corrupt," and is "drill, baby, drill" pro-energy. He's solidly pro-life and pro-traditional marriage. His first book (2008) is On My Honor: Why the American Values of the Boy Scouts are Worth Fighting For, and loathes the ACLU.

He married his high school sweetheart 29 years ago who's now First Lady of Texas and with whom he has a son and daughter. He's much handsomer than Zero, and a much better speaker without a teleprompter. In a debate, Perry would chew Zero up.

As I write this, enormous pressure is being put on Perry by the entire world elite from Zero personally on down to cave on the execution of a Mexican, Humberto Leal, who in 1994 hideously raped and murdered a 16 year-old girl, Adria Sauceda, in San Antonio.

He has become a cause célèbre of every commie-marxist-liberal-moonbat hate-America outfit on earth. They are freaking out that the execution of this proto-hominid dirtbag is ‘‘a violation of international law. ''

You of course can see how the Left wants to use Leal as a camel's nose under the tent of American sovereignty. The black hilarity is that Leal is an illegal alien whom the Left would normally say should have all the rights of a US citizen - but suddenly now he's a ‘Mexican national' subject to ‘international law' with the rights of a Mexican citizen.

This will be a real-time test for Perry. If he caves, and gives this Mexican pig a stay of execution, he will torpedo his chances for the presidency. If he stands up to the world, to Zero, the UN, and the International Left by allowing the execution to proceed at 6:00 pm Central Time, then... game on. The likelihood of 2012 being Perry vs. Zero will drastically increase.

We'll know soon. The 10th argument for Rick Perry is persuasive - even the law school lady thought so - but the proof is in tonight's pudding.

Although I'm still a Palinista, I'm getting tired of her teasing. She didn't announce as she teased she might on the 4th. She can't wait much longer and neither can Perry. It's going to be one or the other - and maybe that's the issue. They are good friends and don't want to challenge each other. They both haven't decided for sure.

It's doubtful that they'll both run. One will defer to the other - but which one? No more suspense, you two! Make up your minds! Then again, they are probably having a good laugh talking on the phone right now over this. "Let's keep this going until after Labor Day, Sarah." "Why not, Rick? Let's relax, enjoy the summer, and drive everyone crazy at the same time."

Maybe that's good advice. Relax, enjoy the summer, let everyone else go crazy, and relish the fact that either one of them will kick Zero's skinny derrière in 2012.

Monday, August 29, 2011

A Jewish cowboy on a Texas governor.

Kinky Friedman is an icon of the "Keep Austin Weird" image. He's run for governor a couple of times, seriously in 2006 and blamed his loss on the Crips and the Bloods, which is what he--and many other Texans--refer to the Democrats and Republicans as being.

He's a singer, songwriter, entertainer and fun guy to have a beer with. He's also not known for mincing words. The Daily Beast asked him to write a column about Rick Perry, the man he ran against in 2006 during Friedman's one serious run at governor.

Like him or not, "The World's Only Singing Jewish Cowboy" epitomizes the colorful characters that come out of the Lone Star State and the no BS attitude we have when calling the shots how we see them.



Rick Perry has never lost an election; I’ve never won one. Maybe that’s what’s wrong with the world. On the other hand, I’ve long been friends with Bill Clinton and George W., and Rick Perry and I, though at times bitter adversaries, have remained friends as well. It’s not always easy to maintain friendships with politicians. To paraphrase Charles Lamb, you have to work at it like some men toil after virtue.

I have been quoted as saying that when I die, I am to be cremated, and the ashes are to be thrown in Rick Perry’s hair. Yet, simply put, Rick Perry and I are incapable of resisting each other’s charm. He is not only a good sport, he is a good, kindhearted man, and he once sat in on drums with ZZ Top. A guy like that can’t be all bad. When I ran for governor of Texas as an independent in 2006, the Crips and the Bloods ganged up on me. When I lost, I drove off in a 1937 Snit, refusing to concede to Perry. Three days later Rick called to give me a gracious little pep talk, effectively talking me down from jumping off the bridge of my nose. Very few others were calling at that time, by the way. Such is the nature of winning and losing and politicians and life. You might call what Rick did an act of random kindness. Yet in my mind it made him more than a politician, more than a musician; it made him a mensch.

These days, of course, I would support Charlie Sheen over Obama. Obama has done for the economy what pantyhose did for foreplay. Obama has been perpetually behind the curve. If the issue of the day is jobs and the economy, Rick Perry is certainly the nuts-and-bolts kind of guy you want in there. Even though my pal and fellow Texan Paul Begala has pointed out that no self-respecting Mexican would sneak across the border for one of Rick Perry’s low-level jobs, the stats don’t entirely lie. Compared with the rest of the country, Texas is kicking major ass in terms of jobs and the economy, and Rick should get credit for that, just as Obama should get credit for saying “No comment” to the young people of the Iranian revolution.

More to the point, could Rick Perry fix the economy? Hell, yes! Texas is exhibit A; Rick’s fingerprints are all over it. He’s been governor since Christ was a cowboy. The Lone Star State is booming. The last time I checked, Texas is kicking in a hell of a lot of the U.S. GDP. Unemployment is lower than the vast majority of the other states. Hell, we could probably even find a job for Paul Begala.

As a Jewish cowboy (or “Juusshh,” as we say in Texas), I know Rick Perry to be a true friend of Israel, like Bill Clinton and George W. before him. There exists a visceral John Wayne kinship between Israelis and Texans, and Rick Perry gets it. That’s why he’s visited Israel on many more occasions than Obama, who’s been there exactly zero times as president. If I were Obama I wouldn’t go either. His favorability rating in Israel once clocked in at 4 percent. Say what you will about the Israelis, but they are not slow out of the chute. They know who their friends are. On the topic of the Holy Land, there remains the little matter of God. God talks to televangelists, football coaches, and people in mental hospitals. Why shouldn’t he talk to Rick Perry? In the spirit of Joseph Heller, I have a covenant with God. I leave him alone and he leaves me alone. If, however, I have a big problem, I ask God for the answer. He tells Rick Perry. And Rick tells me.

So would I support Rick Perry for president? Hell, yes! As the last nail that hasn’t been hammered down in this country, I agree with Rick that there are already too damn many laws, taxes, regulations, panels, committees, and bureaucrats. While Obama is busy putting the hyphen between “anal” and “retentive” Rick will be rolling up his sleeves and getting to work.

A still, small voice within keeps telling me that Rick Perry’s best day may yet be ahead of him, and so too, hopefully, will be America’s.

Saturday, August 27, 2011

Six Colorado Springs citizens who should be run out of the country.

The six of you in Colorado Springs damned well know who you are.

You sat on a jury and decided that criminals, and their families, have more rights than hard-working, law-abiding citizens.

But before you get thrown out of the country, somebody ought to kick your asses but good.

And I have just the three people who should be first in line to do that.

Their names are Jovan Milanovic or the other men, his father Ljuban Milanovic and brother-in-law Srdjan Milanovic. The men are refugees who came to the United States from the former Yugoslavia in 1998.

The Milanovic family fled Yugoslavia after the Bosnian war, but the father, Ljuban, a Christian Serb was captured and held POW for three years. Finally he gets out, grabs his family, comes to America looking for a better life.

And he gets this.

And you six disgraces to humanity decided that they needed to pay almost $300,000 to the scumbag family of the scumbag career drug-addict criminal that tried to burglarize their business.

In short, a meth-smoking piece of human sewage by the name of Robert Johnson Fox and some of his fellow sewage were burglarizing the Milanovic's business. They got caught and Robert Johnson Fox caught a bullet and assumed room temperature.

In Texas, we call that a happy ending.

But in Colorado, it's apparently called a tragedy because in Colorado, you apparently have no right to protect your property and if you defend it and some shitstain like Robert Johnson Fox dies in the process, his sperm donor family and love child are entitled to big money from you, the victim.

Oh, and by the way. No criminal charges were filed. This was strictly a (typical) bottom-feeding tort lawyer scam made possible by six pathetic excuses for American citizenship.

The story will piss you off to no end. Some of the comments by the Colorado granola transplants will piss you off even worse.

Of course, helping in this travesty of justice were the two piece of shit ambulance-chasing bottom dwellers we know in this country as "tort lawyers." And to Terry Rector and Jennifer Stock, the two disgraces who obviously don't give a rat's ass about the rights of law-abiding citizens and instead choose to prostitute the legal system, I hope bad things happen to you. I hope you get a taste of what being a victim is all about.

I hope you get accosted by some career thugs and I hope you shit your pants in fear, not knowing if you're going to live or not or whether you're going to be sexually assaulted. I hope you get the ever living crap beat out of you and as you're recovering in the hospital, I hope you wonder where the "good Samaritans" were that might've helped you.

I'll tell you where they were: Nowhere.

Scumbag, greedy, whoremongering lawyers like yourself have made it to the point that decent people are scared to come to anyone's defense for fear of pieces of shit like yourselves representing THEM in case we use a little too much force in saving your sorry fucking hides.

So, since lawyers and liberals are so damned gung-ho and stalwart about such things, I'm proposing a new law.

I'm proposing that if you're a tort lawyer--you know, one who profits by suing others for anything and everything, and/or if you're a sniveling, cowardly liberal like the six pathetic excuses of human genetic material that made up this jury, or you are of the same sniveling, pathetic, pussified mindset of some of the commenters on this story, you do the following:

You wear either an article of clothing or get a tattoo in your forehead that says "I won't fight back" or something like that. In other words, identify yourself so that the rest of us can simply pass you by when you're getting robbed or beaten or raped or burglarized by the very constituency you choose to represent and revere over that of decent, law-abiding society.

Or better yet, maybe we can just shoot both of you--robber and robbee and kill two birds with one stone, if you'll pardon the cliche.

After all, neither one of you are fit to live in this nation after all you do to tear it down.

Typical contingency fees range from sixty/forty to fifty-fifty. Translated, that means these two bastions of justice profited over $100,000 off the backs of three hard-working immigrants.

I'm sure, in your warped greedy little minds, that you think that justice was served when you managed to bullshit the six infantile minds on that jury to rule in favor of a criminal's family at the expense of the victim.

I hope you cocksuckers rot in hell, and the sooner the better.

That would be justice.

Friday, August 26, 2011

Thursday, August 25, 2011

Unmarried marriage counselors running our government

It's always been a favorite expression of mine and I use it to describe the sheer incompetency of typical management in top-heavy bureaucracies, corporations and organizations.

Perhaps no organization epitomizes this better than the Federal Aviation Administration.

I have some business with them and was trying to trace down the number of the specific "in-charge" administrator I need to talk to. He's a helluva good guy, helluva good pilot and very good at what he does for the FAA, which deals with pilots.

Having worked for the government myself (Department of Justice), I knew the routine--find a main office, grab a number and start calling and asking each de-successive person for the number of the next de-successive person until you get the person you need.

This technique works incredibly well in the government because just as shit rolls downhill, there is nothing a bureaucrat loves more than passing a problem on to the next person below them. That seems to empower them.

Finally, I get the number I'm looking for, but while I was on hold each of the de-successive six times working my way down the typical government flow chart, I got on the internet and looked up the regional directors and read their bios.

Now, keep in mind that in the FAA, the second "A" stands for AVIATION. That means pilots. It means airplanes. People who fly airplanes. People who work on airplanes. People who facilitate airplanes and those who fly them, fly on them and work on them at places called AIRPORTS.

With that in mind, here is the bio of the Southwest Regional director or ringmaster or whatever you want to call her. Note that in the bio, you will see no mention of her credentials as a pilot, air traffic controller, engineer, mechanic, flight surgeon (medical) or anything like that.

What you'll see is what really matters to the government: Diversity and bureaucratic bullshit, of which this woman has a mountain of.

Read for yourself:

In September 2007, Jane Doe was appointed to serve as the Regional Administrator.

In November 2006, she was appointed to serve as the Deputy Regional Administrator for FAA’s Southwest Region headquartered in Fort Worth. The Southwest Region encompasses Texas, Arkansas, Louisiana, Oklahoma, and New Mexico. In this capacity, she assisted the Regional Administrator in maintaining oversight and appraising overall mission accomplishments for this 4,600-person region. Additional responsibilities include interfacing with industry, the public and Congressional offices and other government agencies at the regional level. In addition she served as the Regional Emergency Transportation Coordinator for the Department of Transportation, Region VI.

Prior to this appointment, she served as Regional Executive Manager, managing and directing the daily operations of regional headquarters personnel in logistics, financial and information management, operations center, executive staff, charter program office, and runway incursions.

Prior to these assignments, Ms. Doe was Division Manager, Human Resource Management Division, FAA Southwest Region, for 10 years. In this position, she served on many national level teams and actively promoted programs within Human Resource Management Division and the FAA for hiring and career advance for people with disabilities and people of color.

And people wonder what is wrong with our country today? Look who the hell we have administering to our infrastructure! It's no wonder we have a gazillion-trillion dollar debt.

With bozos like this running this large of a region of just ONE of a myriad of government offices, you're going to have problems. I seriously doubt this woman knows the difference between a tampon and a pitot tube or a departure stall versus a power-off stall, but she is administering almost five-thousand other federal aviation staffers, of which I'll also wager that less than a fifth know a damn thing about airplanes, flying them, fixing them, etc.

The bad thing is that at our general aviation airport, I'm constantly running into recently separated military types--pilots and mechanics and controllers, etc--who would love to transfer their military skills and experience into the FAA.

When I ask them how the application process is going, almost every single one of them in the past ten years has thrown up their hands and basically said, "Screw the FAA," and then gone on to work for the airlines or elsewhere in the private sector.

Is it really any wonder, with this head-up-the-ass mentality that we, as a nation, are where we are in the arena of absolute government incompetence.

If you still don't believe me, just take a look at our Chief Executive.

He's the biggest unmarried marriage counselor in the nation.

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

We're communists here in America, and too damned stupid to even know it.

I got this in an e-mail and I'm not always good about clicking on videos that take me all around the net.

But this one chilled me. Badly. And as I did some more research, it got worse.

A lot worse.

First, the video, which I found on YouTube and am posting here. It's not long but at the beginning, you're kind of wondering what the hell this Idaho Congressman is talking about.

Keep watching and listening. Absolutely keep listening.

The horror movie hasn't been made that will scare you like this one does.

Because there's nothing fictional about it. 100% factual.

Oh my God. What have we done?

If you somehow, or for some delusional reason do not believe that The Naked Communist contains what Bowers says it does, check this out from Wikipedia about the list of 45 Goals of Communism. And keep in mind this was written in the late 50's when everyone laughed at McCarthy.

I'm going to list a few here, although by my count we're well over the 85% percentile mark in seeing/having their goals firmly accomplished. For example:
4. Permit free trade between all nations regardless of Communist affiliation and regardless of whether or not items could be used for war.

6. Provide American aid to all nations regardless of Communist domination.

7. Grant recognition of Red China. Admission of Red China to the U.N.

8. Set up East and West Germany as separate states in spite of Khrushchev's promise in 1955 to settle the German question by free elections under supervision of the U.N.

11. Promote the U.N. as the only hope for mankind. If its charter is rewritten, demand that it be set up as a one-world government with its own independent armed forces.

12. Resist any attempt to outlaw the Communist Party.

15. Capture one or both of the political parties in the United States.

16. Use technical decisions of the courts to weaken basic American institutions by claiming their activities violate civil rights.

17. Get control of the schools. Use them as transmission belts for socialism and current Communist propaganda. Soften the curriculum. Get control of teachers' associations. Put the party line in textbooks.

20. Infiltrate the press. Get control of book-review assignments, editorial writing, policymaking positions.

21. Gain control of key positions in radio, TV, and motion pictures.

22. Continue discrediting American culture by degrading all forms of artistic expression. Skousen claimed that an American Communist cell was told to "eliminate all good sculpture from parks and buildings, substitute shapeless, awkward and meaningless forms."

28. Eliminate prayer or any phase of religious expression in the schools on the ground that it violates the principle of "separation of church and state."

29. Discredit the American Constitution by calling it inadequate, old-fashioned, out of step with modern needs, a hindrance to cooperation between nations on a worldwide basis.

30. Discredit the American Founding Fathers. Present them as selfish aristocrats who had no concern for the "common man."

32. Support any socialist movement to give centralized control over any part of the culture—education, social agencies, welfare programs, mental health clinics, etc.
36. Infiltrate and gain control of more unions.

37. Infiltrate and gain control of big business.

40. Discredit the family as an institution. Encourage promiscuity, masturbation and easy divorce.

44. Internationalize the Panama Canal.
Now, in case anyone is left wondering just how the hell this happens, check out the response to Bowers' article in the Idaho Statesman by these two individuals. First response is here, and the second response is here.

And yet, there are still people ignorant enough to question why I so vociferously defend the Second Amendment, never leave the house unarmed, practice at the range regularly, and cast my own bullets and reload my own rounds.

I've seen communism up close and personal at the DMZ in Korea, 38th Parallel. If you haven't seen it, haven't been there, there is no describing to you that even comes close to giving it justice.

Likewise, on TDYs to Germany, there was the Wall. Ask any modern day soldiers who've been to Gitmo how the rest of Cuba looks.

Thanks to the liberals, their lackeys in the media, their handlers and enablers in college universities and an absolute worthless bunch of sniveling assholes who steal oxygen every single day from inside the Beltway in our nation's capital, we've given the farm away.

Screw that. Time to take it back.

Draw your line in the sand. If someone supports any of the above goals of communism, either set them straight or refuse to acknowledge them from that point forward.

But be warned: You might lose some acquaintances, family members, work associates, etc. I know I did when I drew my line in the sand after 9/11, then poured concrete in it after the Kenyan bastard was anointed.

And you know what?

I haven't missed those people for one damned minute.

We have to take our country back.

Take down the stupid birdfeeder!

I bought a bird feeder.

I hung It on my back porch and filled it with seed. What a beauty of a bird feeder it was, as I filled it lovingly with seed.

Within a week we had hundreds of birds taking advantage of the continuous flow of free and easily accessible food.

But then the birds started building nests in the boards of the patio, above the table, and next to the barbecue.

Then came the poop. It was everywhere: on the patio tile, the chairs, the table ..

Then some of the birds turned mean. They would dive bomb me and try to peck me even though I had fed them out of my own pocket.

And others birds were boisterous and loud. They sat on the feeder and squawked and screamed at all hours of the day and night and demanded that I fill it when it got low on food.

After a while, I couldn't even sit on my own back porch anymore. So I took down the
damned thing down and in three days the birds were gone. I cleaned up their mess and took down the many nests they had built all over the patio.

Soon, the back yard was like it used to be .... Quiet, serene.... and no one demanding their rights to a free meal.

So let's compare--

Our government gives out free food, subsidized housing, free medical care and free
education, and allows anyone born here to be an automatic citizen.

Then the stinking illegal's came by the tens of thousands. Suddenly our taxes went up to pay for free services; small apartments are housing 5 families; you have to wait 6 hours to be seen by an emergency room doctor; your child's second grade class is behind other schools because over half the class doesn't speak English, nor do their illegal parents who refuse to learn.

Corn Flakes now come in a bilingual box; I have to 'press one ' to hear my bank talk to me in English, and people waving flags other than 'Old Glory' are squawking and screaming in the streets, demanding more rights and free liberties.

Just my opinion, but maybe it's time for the stupid-assed government to take down the damned bird feeder.

Saturday, August 20, 2011

The dumbest, most worthless woman in America. (And she's not even a politician)

I was browsing through some files the other day when I ran across a Jim Dandy of an example of exactly what is wrong with at least half of America.

That would be the half that voted for Obama.

It would also include anyone stupid enough to still support him.

This got e-mailed to me shortly after the Arizona illegal alien law went into effect, and I almost bounced off the ceiling.

Listen to it for yourself.

I'm willing to bet that this ignorant waste of molecules is also a registered voter.

She is THE poster child for why I believe, firmly, that no job/no contribution means no being allowed to vote. Same as I believe non-property owners should not be allowed to vote on issues where property taxes or valuations are concerned.

Hell yeah they'll vote for property tax increases. Why not? THEY'RE not the ones paying the increase. Spare me the "they pay taxes through their rent."

Anyhow, listen to this oxygen thief and remember her as you listen to the candidates argue and debate for the next twelve months.

But most of all, remember her next November when you go to the voting booths.

Thursday, August 18, 2011

8 things you need to know about Texas Governor Rick Perry

As a Texan, I'm getting asked a lot about our governor, now presidential candidate, Rick Perry.

Here at home, he has his detractors. But this is also Texas where we pretty much despise all politicians.

"Despise" isn't a severe enough word to describe how we feel about Obama, however.

The (thankfully deceased) communist-columnist Molly Ivins is the one who tagged the label "Governor Goodhair" on Perry and she was also responsible for painting a smear against the man that many so-called conservatives still believe to this day.

It's been said here in Texas that the pygmies in South America used to dip their spears in little jars of Molly Ivins' spit before they went hunting.

Texas Monthly, our unabashedly liberal unofficial state rag, did a recent piece that is well worth your reading titled Dear Yankee: Eight things you ought to know before you start writing stories about Rick Perry. You're welcome.

I pretty much refuse to even line a bird cage with the pages of Texas Monthly, but I found this article very interesting, straightforward and truthful.

The article omitted the fact that Perry also served active duty in the United States Air Force as an officer and pilot. Not Air National Guard, but active duty. He flew thousands of hours in C-130s around the world and left active duty as a Captain.

Of all the candidates trying for the White House, only Perry and Ron Paul, two Texans, have military experience. Look for the mainstream media to conveniently ignore that.

However, 20 million of us veterans won't.

Again, here in Texas we don't really like politicians so don't be surprised when you hear Texans bitch about Perry. We bitched about Bush, we frothed at the mouth about Ma Richards, who incidentally vetoed concealed carry every single time it came across her desk. Bush signed it right out of the box.

Perry is not only strong on the Second Amendment, he practices it because he carries. Hell, everyone's heard the story about him shooting the coyote that threatened him and his dog out on a morning jog. Perry and his wife hunt--real hunting, not staged photo-ops the way bozos Kerry, Gore and Clinton tried to portray themselves.

I urge you to take five minutes and click on the link and read the article. There are some myths about the man, as well as how our state operates politically, that you'll find not only interesting, but enlightening.

Our goal is to send that Kenyan bastard and all his socialist appointees packing.

To do that, we have to put someone up who is not only electable, but who has a track record.

Romney presided over Massachusetts, an abysmal shithole of one failed liberal experiment after another. That's a crying shame for a once proud state that was a rock in the foundation of a fledgling nation over two centuries ago.

When it comes down to the nut-cutting, I'll take Rick Perry over Mitt Romney any day of any week of any month of any year.

Check out the article.

Monday, August 15, 2011

How to stop the rioting and looting. Instantly.

Use this

to do this.

It works every time.

Why no country in Africa is a military power.

Aside from the rampant corruption, complete lack of discipline and the criminal element, there is this--

. . . a distinct lack of intelligence and common sense.

Which makes me wonder why we continue to screw around with the Somalians and their pirates?

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Looking for work?

A doctor from Israel says: "In Israel the medicine is so advanced that we cut off a man's testicles; we put them into another man, and in 6 weeks he is looking for work."

The German doctor comments: "That's nothing, in Germany we take part of the brain out of a person; we put it into another person's head, and in 4 weeks he is looking for work."

A Russian doctor says: "That's nothing either. In Russia we take out half of the heart from a person; we put it into another person's chest, and in 2 weeks he is looking for work."

The U.S. doctor answers immediately: "That's nothing my colleagues, you are way behind us....in the USA (about 2 years ago) we grabbed a person from Kenya with no brains, no heart, and no balls.....we made him President of the United States, and now....... the whole country is looking for work !!!!!!"

A lady's 4th wedding and how she can still wear a white dress.

A woman (married three times) walked into a bridal shop one day and told the sales clerk that she was looking for a wedding gown for her fourth wedding.

'Of course, madam,' replied the sales clerk, 'exactly what type and color dress are you looking for?'

The bride-to-be said: 'A long frilly white dress with a veil.'

The sales clerk hesitated a bit, then said, 'Please don't take this the wrong way, but gowns of that nature are considered more appropriate for brides who are being married the first time---for those who are a bit more innocent, if you know what I mean? Perhaps ivory or sky blue would be nice?'

'Well,' replied the customer, a little peeved at the clerk's directness, 'I can assure you that a white gown would be quite appropriate. Believe it or not, despite all my marriages, I remain as innocent as a first-time bride. You see, my first husband was so excited about our wedding, he died as we were checking into our hotel.

My second husband and I got into such a terrible fight in the limo on our way to our honeymoon that we had that wedding annulled immediately and never spoke to each other again.'

'What about your third husband?' asked the sales clerk.

'That one was a Democrat,' said the woman, 'and every night for four years, he just sat on the edge of the bed and told me how good it was going to be, but nothing ever happened.'

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Barney Frank blows his brains out on live television. MSNBC, fittingly enough.

It's Barney Frank.

When he farts, that's his brains he's blowing out.

Doing it on live TV is even better.

It shows what kind of zero-class this bozo has.

Obama--the biggest, most gutless pukebag in American history.

(Warning: Strong language. Very strong, very un-Christian-like language.)

I'm pissed. As in seriously, horrendously pissed.

We just lost two-dozen of our absolute finest, bravest fighting men to a questionable attack and the nation is grieving.

And what does this arrogant, stupid sonofabitch do?

Goes to a fucking fundraiser.

Not for the downed SEALs and AFSTS guys and Nightstalkers that were on that Chinook.

For the goddamn fucking Democratic national party. The same bunch of socialist douchebages that got us in this pile of stinking quicksand in the first place!

We're in debt up to our eyebrows. We're experiencing double-digit unemployment figures in most of the country. Our stock market told us we suck today. Almost a fourth of this nation is dependent--DEPENDENT--upon the government for food stamps, rent and medical.

And yet this dickhead doesn't give a flying fuck about any of that. All he wants is to do another goddamn four years of this!

I swear to God, the next fucking Obama bumper sticker I see on somebody's car, I'm gonna rip that entire bumper off and shove it straight up their ass.

Mr. President--you just lost two-dozen of your best warriors and you don't say or do jackshit about it except to run off to another fundraiser?

You're not fit to be commander-in-chief.

You're a fucking disgrace to humanity.

Monday, August 8, 2011

The ultimate shotgun-gasm and gotta-have-gun.

The AA-12. The ultimate shotgun.

Blackwater has taken the best of Benelli, Beretta and the traditional shotgun and created the ultimate shotgun.

Wait, did I already say ultimate once? Oh well. A better word to describe this firearm escapes me at the moment.

For one, it doesn't need cleaning. The owner of Blackwater assures us that you can run ten-thousand shells through it and not need to clean afterwards. The advantage of an all stainless steel weapon.

No recoil due to the gas-operated ejection system.

Fully automatic and with a 20-round drum.

Can you imagine having this baby belt-fed?

Sunday, August 7, 2011

How to never grow old. Guaranteed.

Age is just a state of mind. . . for the most part.

Sometimes your body betrays you when you first get up out of bed and your joints sound like a bad box of Rice Crispies--you know, *snap* *crackle* and *pop* for a few minutes.

But our minds. . . ah, our minds. THOSE we can always keep young and youthful.

If anyone had ever told me twenty years ago that I would have thought a Michael Jackson song would ever be appropriate for anything other than at the skeet range, I would've laughed.

But now that I'm older, oh well.

Here are three people who have simply refused to age. And no, Brett Favre is not in this one.

I don't see myself ever dancing to anything Michael Jackson, but who knows what we'll be doing in a few years, eh?

Two sides to every arrest--the suspect's, and the truth.

Being ex-law enforcement, I take a dim view of cops who blatantly abuse their authority, such as we've seen in Canton, Ohio and elsewhere.

On the other hand, I'm trying to remember the last time me or any of the agents, deputies, troopers or officers I worked with ever arrested a genuine patron saint.

At trial, even the vilest of crack-dealing gangsters became the poster child for altar boys around the world.

You'd testify about how the altar boy not only brandished his Mac-10 at you, but pulled the trigger and emptied the magazine. The assistant U.S. Attorney would enter into evidence pictures of your car riddled with bullets, but the defendant would always insist that it wasn't him--it was his "cousin."

"Why, T-Bone here," says his defense attorney, "was at church cleaning the wax off of the candle holders over where the priests light candles for fallen police officers. I'm sorry, mister police man, but you arrested the wrong person."

All you present and former cops--you know the drill, you know the story. You've seen it and been there a thousand times.

This is why I bookmarked this video.

Just as video taken by civilians has been used to weed out bad cops, this kind of video can be used to protect and defend the good cops.

Every officer, deputy, trooper and special agent in America should be issued one of these.

Video works both ways.

Saturday, August 6, 2011

Whores and hockey players.

A man in a Florida supermarket tries to buy half a head of lettuce. The very young produce assistant tells him they only sell whole heads of lettuce.

The man gets huffy and persistent and demands to see the manager.

The boy says he'll ask his manager about it. Walking to the back of the store, he finds his manager and said, "Some asshole wants to buy half a head of lettuce."

As he finished, he turned around to find the man standing right behind him, so he added, "And this gentleman has kindly offered to buy the other half."

The manager approved the deal and the man went on his way.

Afterwards, the manager said to the boy, "I was impressed with the way you got yourself out of that situation earlier. We like people who can think on their feet around here. Where are you from, son?"

"Canada, sir," the boy replied.

"Well, why did you leave Canada?" the manager asked.

The boy looked at the manager and said, "Sir, there's nothing but whores and hockey players up there."

"Really?" said the manager. "My wife is from Canada."

"No shit?" replied the boy. "Who'd she play for?"

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Old Guys Are Helpful

I was in Lowe's the other day pushing my cart around when I collided with a young guy pushing his cart.

I said to the young guy, "Sorry about that.  I'm looking for my wife and I guess I wasn't paying attention to where I was going."

The young guy says, "That's OK. It's a coincidence.
  I'm looking for my wife, too. I can't find her and I'm getting a little desperate."

I said, "Well, maybe we can help each other.
  What does your wife look like?"

The young guy says, "Well, she is 24 years old,
  tall, with blond hair, big blue eyes, long legs, big
boobs, and she's wearing tight white shorts, a halter top and no bra. What does your wife look like?"

I said, "Doesn't matter --- let's look for yours."

Most old guys are helpful like that. 

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When Fighter Pilots Retire

A ragged, old, derelict shuffled into a down and dirty bar. Stinking of whisky and cigarettes, his hands shook as he took the "Piano Player Wanted" sign from the window and handed it to the bartender. "I'd like to apply for the job," he said. "I was an F-4 driver and a Colonel in the Air Force but when they retired the Phantom they cashiered me, as well. So I learned to play the piano."

The barkeep wasn't too sure about this doubtful looking old guy, but it had been quite a while since he had a piano player and business was falling off. So, the barkeep decided to give him a try.

The Colonel staggered his way over to the piano while several patrons snickered. By the time he was into his third bar of music, every voice was silenced. What followed was a rhapsody of sound and music, unlike anyone had heard in the bar before. When he finished there wasn't a dry eye in the place.

The bartender took the old fighter pilot a beer and asked him the name of the song he had just played.

It's called "Drop your Skivvies, Baby, I'm Going Balls To The Wall For You!" said the Colonel after he took a long pull from the beer. "I wrote it myself."

The bartender and the crowd winced at the title, but the piano player then went on with a knee-slapping, hand-clapping bit of ragtime that had the place jumping. After he finished, the fighter pilot acknowledged the applause and told the crowd the song was called, "Big Boobs Make My Afterburner Light." He then excused himself as he lurched to the john.

When he came out the bartender went over to him and said, "Look Colonel, the job is yours, but do you know your fly is open and your pecker is hanging out?"

"Know it?" the old fighter pilot replied, "Hell, I wrote it!"

Gas prices up. S&P rating down. Unemployment up. Stock market down.

Congratulations, Obama, you've done it.

You have done what no other president in the history of this once great nation has managed to do--destroy us. Relegate us to a banana republic. Drown us in debt that there IS no getting out of. Divided us not just by race, but by economics, religion and geography.

You've screwed America over. Big time.

You socialist bastard.

And to think that so many people howled when Rush Limbaugh opined that he hoped you would fail in your administration and what you planned to do.

He was right. The liberals were--and are--wrong.

Of course, you couldn't have done it without that dipstick Harry Reid and his little penis-sucking minions, especially in the press.

You couldn't have done it without Nancy Pelosi and her spineless loyalists.

In 2010, we flushed the House of Representatives. We didn't go far enough. Boehner is still there. He needs to go in 2012. Period.

In 2012, we'll continue flushing the House, but we'll also give an enema to a third of the Senate.

And of course, you Mr. Obama. You're history.

You can't blame Bush for this. You did it, and you did it with the full knowledge that this was going to happen.

Bush didn't hold 37 fundraisers in his first three years of office. Bush didn't play over 70 rounds of golf in his entire two terms. Bush didn't hold one after another outlandishly, incredibly expensive parties at the White House. Bush didn't order up Air Force One for a quick date with Laura up to NYC.

You did, you arrogant hypocritical son of a bitch. And you act as though we, the American people, owed it to you.

The result in just three years of your mismanagement?

You did what your idols, Jeremiah "God damn America" Wright, Jimmy Carter and Bill Ayers could not do.

You've done irreparable damage to America and her citizens.

Hope you're proud.

You arrogant prick.

Friday, August 5, 2011

Why blacks get called the N-word.

Where I grew up, there were whites, blacks, Mexicans, Asians. . . a little bit of everything. It was, after all, in the shadow of a major Air Force base in the earliest years of the Vietnam War.

What we had in common wasn't skin color. It was that we were poor, working class people whose dads, uncles, brothers and cousins were headed off to some place called Southeast Asia to fight a war where none of us could find on a map.

One of the homes I used to eat at the most was at my "Aunt Jewel's" place. Jewel wasn't my aunt--not unless I had some black folks somewhere immediately in my family tree, which I was pretty sure I didn't.

Jewel was an older mom whose husband and oldest son were both serving in the Air Force. Husband was at the base; son was overseas in some strange place called U-Tapao, Thailand. I'd never heard of it.

Of course, what a world traveler I was at age six.

Everyone was welcome at Aunt Jewel's dinner table, just as everyone was welcome at my own momma's table. If you were a neighborhood kid and hungry, someone would feed you.

We never paid any attention to skin color. We paid attention to the food on the table.

One of the best lessons Aunt Jewel taught all of us was that "a black man and a nigger are two one-hundred percent different races of people." My granddad taught me the same thing about white trash and decent people. Every ethnicity has its own minority segment that perpetuate the stereotypes and prejudice that fuel the flames of racism.

I really doubt that I need to expand upon that.

Aunt Jewel has long since passed away, but I'm pretty certain if she was to watch this video, from a metro area in Pennsylvania, I know which race she'd call the punks who terrorized the bus.

Now, should any of the liberal black readership, or New Black Panthers or Louis Farrakhan supporters out there want to rush and call me a racist, I have the following responses for you, in order:

1. Screw you.

2. Is this a race crime since black people were the victims?

3. Watch the video again. This was premeditated and it was black-on-black crime.

This kind of crap goes on daily, and the national black leadership doesn't say or do jackcrap about it except to try and blame it on past transgressions that occurred four, five, six or more decades before these punks were even illegitimately conceived.

Translation? It's white society's fault.

Well screw you if you think that.

And by the way, where are all the chickenshit race-baiters like Al Sharpton, Jesse Jackson, Eric Holder and of course, that fraud that poses as our first "black President?"


What a bunch of assholes.

A date with the Dragonlady of aviation--the U2 spyplane. Breathtaking footage.

A British journalist is offered a ride in a U2, and finds there is simply no way he can even consider saying no to the Air Force.

The following is an excerpt from his report, along with his narrative taken during the flight itself. Fantastic footage and a report well done.

Ride in a U2 Spy Plane

You can see why the U-2 is considered the most difficult plane in the world to fly. Each pilot has a co-pilot, who chases the plane on the runway in a sports car. Most of the cars are either Pontiac GTOs or Chevrolet Cameros — the Air Force buys American. The chase cars talk the pilot down as he lands on bicycle-style landing gear.

In that spacesuit, the pilot in the plane simply cannot get a good view of the runway. Upon takeoff, the wings on this plane, which extend 103 feet from tip to tip, literally flap. To stabilize the wings on the runway, two pogo sticks on wheels prop up the ends of the wings.

As the plane flies away, the pogo sticks drop off. The plane climbs at an amazing rate of nearly 10,000 feet a minute. Within about four minutes, I was at 40,000 feet, higher than any commercial airplane. We kept going up to 13 miles above Earth's surface.

You get an incredible sensation up there. As you look out the windows, it feels like you're floating, it feels like you're not moving, but you're actually going 500 mph.. The U-2 was built to go higher than any other aircraft. In fact today, more than 50 years since it went into production, the U-2 flies higher than any aircraft in the world with the exception of the space shuttle.

It is flying more missions and longer missions than ever before — nearly 70 missions a month over Iraq and Afghanistan , an operational tempo that is unequaled in history. The pilots fly for 11 hours at a time, sometimes more than 11 hours up there alone. By flying so high, the U-2 has the capability of doing reconnaissance over a country without actually violating its airspace. It can look off to the side, peering 300 miles or more inside a country without actually flying over it. It can "see" in the dark and through clouds.

It can also "hear," intercepting conversations 14 miles below. The U-2, an incredible piece of history and also a current piece of high technology, is at the center of the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan .

Enjoy the ride! Lockheed U-2 Take A Ride in a Spy Plane, Click the link below.

Thursday, August 4, 2011

A funeral and the shotgun

At dawn the telephone rings, "Hello, Señor Rod? This is Ernesto, the
caretaker at your country house."

"Ah yes, Ernesto. What can I do for you? Is there a problem?"

"Um, I am just calling to advise you, Señor Rod, that your parrot, he
is dead".

"My parrot? Dead? The one that won the International competition?"

"Si, Señor, that's the one."

"Damn! That's a pity! I spent a small fortune on that bird. What did he
die from?"

"From eating the rotten meat, Señor Rod."

"Rotten meat? Who the hell fed him rotten meat?"

"Nobody, Señor . He ate the meat of the dead horse."

"Dead horse? What dead horse?"

"The thoroughbred, Señor Rod."

"My prize thoroughbred is dead?"

"Yes, Señor Rod, he died from all that work pulling the water cart."

"Are you insane? What water cart?"

"The one we used to put out the fire, Señor."

"Good Lord! What fire are you talking about, man?"

"The one at your house, Señor! A candle fell and the curtains caught on

"What the hell? Are you saying that my mansion is destroyed because of a

"Yes, Señor Rod."

"But there's electricity at the house! What was the candle for?"

"For the funeral, Senor Rod."


"Your wife's, Señor Rod". She showed up very late one night and I thought she was a thief, so I shot her with your new Kreighoff Limited Edition Custom Gold Engraved Trap Special with the custom Wangi Exhibition Grade Stock.


"Ernesto, if you scratched that shotgun, you're in deep trouble."

Virginia Tech--On lockdown again due to "suspected" gunman on campus.

When will Virginia Tech--or any other of our ridiculously liberal, pathetic, left-leaning institutions of higher propaganda ever learn?

Bad guys don't give a damn about laws, signs, traditions, etc.

So when something bad happens because of a bad person, good people are rendered ripe, fat and ready for the slaughter.

We've seen it too many times, including once already at Virginia Tech.

According to this report, Virginia Tech is in lockdown
, again, because somebody thought they saw a guy walking around who might have a gun.

The message? You stupid students are nothing but sheep and are here for us to indoctrinate--and if anything bad or unforeseen happens, you will have to rely upon the government to save your sorry butts. . . if the government can get here in time, or if they take this seriously.

What a bunch of crap.

This kind of liberal, panty-waist, limp-wristed thinking has been polluting our campuses since the 60's, and now that those long-haired communist hippies have grown up and are unable to make it in the real world, where do you suppose they've mostly ended up?

That's right. As professors, school teachers, administrators, journalists and of course. . . community organizers.

The good professors and good teachers and good administrators don't stand a damn chance except at private schools, where there is a line from here to the moon lined with application and resumes from well-qualified teachers and administrators applying for jobs.

Virginia Tech? You suck. Virginia lawmakers? You suck. People of Virginia? Hey, get off your asses and DEMAND of your lawmakers to either change this crap or get ready to go home unemployed.

Your call. They're your kids, after all.