Monday, March 18, 2024

I'm Now in The Minority!

We've been told for decades that being a minority here in America makes life unbearable!  That minorities are  being mistreated!  We force them to mow our lawns and pick our fruit and clean up after us.  So we need to give them lots of stuff, and $Cash, too, in order to make them feel nice and warm and fuzzy.     

And they've been bullied!  And pulled over and ticketed unnecessarily by the cops!  And you can't get the job you want, or get into the school you want, or get the loan you want, or get the pay you want!  And you're not rich and famous!

Dayummm, life is tough for minorities! 

I didn't believe them, of course, because our police represent the public in terms of racial dispersion.  In fact, Blacks are represented in our police ranks more than double their national percentage.  So mistreating one race or another seemed unlikely.  

And there are laws to keep all those other things from happening to our "lessers," right?  And that our Justice Department would swoop in an grab up any Bad Guy who was dumb enough to mistreat our little Brown and Black and Yellow and Red citizens, right?  Whether they're citizens or not, right?  

RIGHT?  

But they've kept on complaining to the point it was like a gnat buzzing around inside your helmet.  An irritant you just couldn't shake.  They just kept bitching and moaning about the way they're being treated.  And I said to myself, "Jeeez, Mr. Chuckmeister!  Things aren't all that good for me, either!"  And then I found out what they meant.  I did a little research and guess what I found out?

White people are now in the Minority here in Taxifornia!  

Seriously in the minority, I'm telling  you!  Not just a little bit!  One would have thought you'd have heard we were tippling into the minority way back when it was close, wouldn't you?  When it was like, oh, 51% - 49%?  Shouldn't the "State Media" have done their job and kept us informed? (Bwuuhh ha ha!)

But Nooooo!

According to our Federal Gubmint, 39.4% of us CA citizens are Hispanic or Latino.  Not sure what's the difference, but maybe you do.

And we Whites, who used to be in the Majority here, come in at a miniscule 34.7%.  Not even in the 40's!

Number Three is Asians at 16.1%.  With 5.6% Black, 1.5% "Multi-Nation," whatever that means, and 0.4%  Pacific Islanders. 

I'm half Irish and half English.  Doesn't that make me "Multi-Nation," too?

When I got here back in the '70's Whites represented more than 69% of CA's population.  And life was good.  Our reservoirs were topped off, cops were plentiful and happy, our treasurer's coffers were full, everybody carried guns, the crime rate was low, gas was cheap and Republicans were in control.  And then, like a cancer, the Leftists began to sneak in.  First they took over the school boards.  Then the mayor's offices.  And then the governor!  Like I love to say, "You let a camel get his nose under the tent, pretty soon you have a camel inside your tent."

      We have a camel in our tent.

We're in a world of hurt, Fellow Patriots!  CA's budget deficit is now $74 Jillion Dollars Upside Down!  And our BoyGuv is offering free sex change operations to Venezuelan MS-13 transvestite gang members!  And abortions on demand, for anyone in the entire world, including airfare and lodging on the Modified American Meal Plan.  With us poor taxpayers footing the bills!  

And BoyGuv has opened our borders and Millions and Millions of illegal aliens are flooding in!  Future wards of the State.  Welcomed in!  With no end in sight!  

So yes, all I can figure is the reason I'm being mistreated is because I'm...WHITE!  I'm being treated like the Blacks used to be before their votes were so coveted.  And the Hispanics/Latinos (what's that difference, again?) used to be.  Like the Indians (oops!  I mean "Indigenous First Nation Personages") used to be!  We are now...

I may have to sell my car 'cause it's too nice for a poor schlub like me to own and drive.

Is there some sort of Federal commission I can complain to?  Someone I can sue?  And get reparations, maybe?   

Because I'm a Minority, maybe?  

 

Saturday, March 16, 2024

The "Missouri Missile."

For a couple of years while I was pretending to attend college I was a paid "stringer" for some car magazines.

A stringer is somebody who takes photos "on the come."  Not paid to take them, but if one or more is found print-worthy, then the magazines will buy it.  And what they were paying for were photos and copy from our smaller Midwestern drag strips.  As in, cars going really fast in a quarter mile.  

As it happened, I lived close to Kansas City International Dragway at the time, which was a pretty big deal back then.  It was a big strip in a big town that wasn't Los Angeles.  Where almost all the Midwestern action was centered.  But the magazines knew there was a vibrant drag scene across our fruited plain.  And they wanted some pictures.  And I was glad to help out.

i recall one race in particular.  It was the American Hot Rod Association's Summer Nationals.  A guy named Lou Cangelosi was attempting to break the then A/A Top Fuel Dragster record. It was 8:01 seconds at the time and 199.02 mph, in 1,320 feet.*  

Cangelosi's dragster, named the "Missouri Missile," was the most beautiful car I'd ever seen.  It was painted a flawless creme color over a rich purple, with a 24-karat gold pinstriping separating the two.  Everything that was metal on this car was chromed, and it shined like a diamond in a goat's a*s.  When not racing this "rail," as they're were called, since they're 20 feet long and skinny, it went on the show car circuit, so fans across the Land could ogle it.  Up close and personal.  And trust me, it was ogle-worthy. 

Well, I'd bought a really nice Nikon camera with a telephoto lens (shooting pool for money paid well).  And I was going to get some killer shots for Hot Rod Magazine, and Motor Trend.  And Auto Week.  And any other mag that would buy them.  So I decided to position myself in a lone tree about 10 yards past the finish line.  I climbed up about 12 feet in the air and got comfortable.  Strapped to a branch.  While I waited for the finals.  And good ol' Lou's record-blasting effort.  

It was to be memorable, as you'll soon learn.  

This was back in the days before super-lightweight disc brakes.  They were still using iron-lined drum brakes, which weighed about 20 lbs. per axle.  So Lou had his crew remove the brake drums to save weight.  So he could race himself into the record books.  

Lou was 65 years old at the time, and that was considered old back then.  He'd sold his dragster to an unnamed buyer and decided to retire from racing.  But not from his Day Job as the Mob Capo in Kansas City.  An actual Italian mobster drag racer.  Go figure!  So he decided to throw caution to the wind for this, his last race.  After all, he had a parachute, right?  He'd use the parachute to stop him from 200 miles per hour, right?  It had always worked before, right?

So I'm strapped to a branch in a tree.  Cangelosi and another racer pulled to the line.  They both did a burnout to heat their tires and pulled into the starting beams.  I'm snapping pictures like crazy.  The "Christmas tree" counted down and the green light blinked on.  The drivers left the starting line in a cloud of smoke and the roar of 3,000 combined horsepower, and headed toward me.  Furiously.  And loudly!  The sound of a Hell unleashed was on the way!  Within a veritable eye blink they whizzed past me and toward the strip's end.  With their chutes hopefully blossoming.  

Oh but wait!  Cangelosi's chute popped out, and then ripped off!  It had torn loose.  And without back brakes, stopping it was impossible.  Lou's car made an awful "whoo-oom, whoo-oom, whoo-om" sound as it whished by.  For just a couple of seconds.  And what was to happen next is still talked about in Kansas City.

It seems like this dragstrip decided to put one of those train railcar siding thingies at the end.  One of those wooden ones.  There was a quarter mile of dragstrip, an eighth mile of shutoff space, another 100 yards of sand to stop anything, and finally, this siding ramp.  The kind you use to get on up to the level of a boxcar so you can load and unload it.  Up at sort of a 45-degree angle, made out of wood and iron.  And the Strip's owner had decided to put one at the dragstrip's end in the unlikely event, he thought, a car might STILL need it to come to a stop.  If it was still rolling, that is.

Well, fellow Pilgrims, the Missouri Missile was still rolling.

Screaming by, as it turned out!  With nothing to slow him down, Cangelosi went by me at about 180 mph!  The sand slowed him down to maybe 130 mph.  And then he hit the boxcar siding ramp a good 100 mph.  And it launched him into the air like a Falcon rocket!  

I'd guess he vaulted at least 150 feet into the air from that siding ramp!  And then it pirouetted ever so slowly over to its left, and then morphed into a dart.  With the front end pointed straight down.  It made the most awful crunching sound as it crumpled into the Earth.  And then exploded into a cloud of unburned nitromethane.  It burned furiously.  And completely.  Into nothingness.

And of course I was so gob smacked by the whole thing I neglected to take any photos!  It was all I could do to keep from falling out of that damned tree, fergod'ssake!  

Needless to say, by the time the firetruck arrived Cangelosi was toast.  Literally and figuratively.  Burned along with his car into a crisp.  And the Missouri Missile was yesterday's news.  You could put what was left of it easily into the bed of a pickup truck.  Somebody told me they turned it into a coffee table.  

And Lou Cangelosi had retired.  Permanently.  

How's that for irony?

My photos of the wreck and the fire made Hot Rod Magazine and I got a check.  But it could have been a lot bigger if I'd taken photos of this "once-in-a-deathtime" event as it unfolded,  instead of watching it fly by with my mouth open.

Kinda' makes one wonder about karma.  Or is it "Carma?"

*   The current AA/F "Top Fuel" record stands at 3.66 seconds at 341.34 miles per hour.  To think:  Over twice as quick and nearly twice as fast as 50 years ago!  And more than 11,000 horsepower!  And we thought it was fast back then! 


Thursday, March 14, 2024

Remember Jeri Ryan?

Jeri Ryan was Borg #9 on "Star Trek, Next Generation."  And she and her husband lived in Chicago, where that series was filmed.  

Everything went just peachy for several years.  Good ratings, the checks cashed, and our attractive babe Jeri was "B List" famous.  And then, the disease that infects half of our married population reared its ugly head; they get divorced.  

And due to her fame, and her hubby's position as an Illinois State Senator, and their desire to protect their children from unwanted publicity, they had their divorce settlement sealed.  By a judge.  In a court of law.  So that nobody would ever be able to take a peek inside and see why they got into their own personal Hell, and how they dissolved their property to get out of it.  Sealed forever.  

                          Riggghhhhttt!

Unless, of course, one B. Hussein Obama wanted to have that "peek."  He was a "Community Organizer" in Chicago at the time, if you'll recall, and had his sights set on elective office.  

Maybe the Very Highest Elective Office, even.

So Barry's "Friends in High Places" managed to use some legal trick to pry open that divorce settlement.  Probably either pics of a live boy or a dead girl were discovered.  Maybe pure evil poured out, who knows?  Seems Jeri and hubby were involved in all sorts of sexual adventures involving other, reportedly willing folks.  And that this reality having surfaced caused hubby State Senator to have to resign from office.  And open it up to...guess who?  

                 Mr. B. Hussein Obama.

He ran for the seat.  He won the seat (hey, it's ChicaGO, where they haven't elected a Republican in more than 61 years!).  And...

     ...153 days later he ran for President.  

And as we all know, he won.  And the next day I started rebuilding my own personal firearms arsenal.  With lots and lots and lots of ammunition.

I'd been watching this guy for some time before he actually "pulled the trigger," so to speak.  Before he came forth with his elective goals and objectives.  But not before he'd spewed his political beliefs all over Chicago.  All over their local airwaves.  And as we all have learned, videos like those you find on YouTube are...

                          ...forever!*

So I searched it.  And I found it.  And came across an interesting video in which our Barry stated openly that he'd

"confiscate every single American's firearms if he could."  

And if he ever achieved the Highest Office in the Land, he said, 

"he'd try to use confiscation to do so."  

That got my attention.  It should have gotten your attention, too.  I wrote about it in a newspaper column I had at the time.**  I wrote about it in this blog.  I alerted you we were all at risk of losing our 2nd Amendment Rights.  And it happened.

Barry executed more than a dozen Executive Orders against guns while in office.  And with the Joe O'Biden as his now-ventriloquist's dummy, a guy who brags all day and all night that he "...went after assault weapons before, and he'll do it again," I started buying guns at a fevered pace.  

    And so did about one-third of America.

And they have not stopped.  150,000,000 firearms were in the hands of Americans the day Barry Obama was immaculated.  Or so the FBI tells us.  And Americans have since been buying them at more than 3.5 million a month!  More than 500 Million Firearms are now owned by 110,000,000+ folks just like you and me!  

Not the folks in Philadelphia, or New York City, or Portland, or San Franpoopco, or Chicago, where their Left-wing politicians have disarmed them, but in the hands of those between the Sierra Nevada and the Appalachians.  Where 70% of our land and half of our American folk live.  

    And will not have their Constitutional Rights deprived.  

I owned more than 50 firearms, pistols, rifles and shotguns, on the day I was drafted into the U. S. Army.  Way back on October 31,1966.  All trick, no treat, BTW.  Since that "police action" in Viet Nam was heating up, I fully expected to die.  So I sold off or gave away my guns in preparation for that eventuality.  And then I raised my hand, took the oath, and prepared to defend my beloved Country.  In a far-off war 8,000 miles away.  

Well, I didn't die, as you've since learned.  And by the time I got home, and finished up school, and got married, and started a family, and a company, I never really saw the need to rebuild my arsenal.  Not with Nixon and not with Bush and not with Clinton, even.  He was a "good ol' boy" from Arkansas, so I knew he knew not to go there.  And certainly not with Trump, whose boys go on African safaris, fergodssake!  And living in the then-Red State of California, where we'd had Reagan for two terms, Wilson for two terms, and even Ahhnold for two terms, I had no concerns at all.  So it was a bit of a shock to see a guy elected to a Constitutional office who'd said he was coming for our guns, 

 In express violation of his Oath of Office.  

But did the "State Media" see it?  Report on it?  Naaahhhh!

So I started stocking up.  Guns, ammo, knives, food, everything.  Fortress Chuckmeister is fully prepared for the Conflagration upcoming.  Whether its with the Russkies or Commie Chinese, or even them Nawtheners in a "Blue v. Red" dustup.  With I-70 as the dividing line between "Us" and "Them."  Or perhaps with the Mumbler-in-Chief's DOJ.  Maybe good ol' Joe will send in the cavalry.  Or maybe the "Cackler-in-Chief" will be in charge by then.  I personally cannot wait to find out...  

And I know a bunch of others who are doing or have done the same.  A Good Bud of mine who lives in Minnesota just purchased his very own silo.  An honest-to-God repurposed missile silo from the Cold War!  For when the "Balloon Goes Up."  He and his Missus will be 231 feet below ground and living it up.  In North Dakota.

Face it:  We all know it simply cannot continue the way it's going.  We've had more than 10,000,000 unvetted illegal aliens from 156 countries invade America.  And another 1,000,000 so-called "gotaways."  Those whose intentions for America can only be bad.  At the invitation of our most Elder Statesman.  In direct violation of our Constitution.

I believe there will be a day when true Patriots are going to have to defend that Constitution - and themselves.  And I believe we'll be ready.  So d.m. me if you're interested in having your very own window to patrol here at the "Fortress" when the time comes.  Please note: I have a limited number of windows, and four sons-in-law, so get ahold of me pdq.  Even if you're a Reformed Democrat...

                       P.S.  I won't tell...  

*      Google it.  I don't think they've been able to scrub all of it.  Or because of their protection by State Media, they just don't care.

**     Yours Truly actually worked for a little daily paper owned by the infamous Lost Angeles Times.  They put up with me until I suggested the massacre at Sandy Hook  might not have occurred had a couple of their teachers and staff been armed.  You know, common sense.  They threw a fit, because Liberals don't believe in self-protection.  They believe the cops will come and save them when Bad Guys threaten.  They haven't learned that when seconds count, the police are only minutes away...

Tuesday, March 12, 2024

The "New" Economy...

If an entry-level job pays $20.00 an hour here in Taxifornia, but the price of the Happy Meal they're serving now costs $15.99.  Isn't everything pretty much back to normal?  

Aren't we going to be back to where we were before the Chinese tried to kill us with a manufactured bat virus?  And to where our Gubmint shut down the economy and sent us home?  Apparently yes.  So much so that our BoyGuv decided that people who ask, "Would you like fries with that?" deserve to be paid more.  More than entry-level Army soldiers?  More than any other Minimum Wage anywhere in America?  Much more!  So they'd owe him their vote when he runs for higher office, no doubt.

(Which could be as early as the Democrat National Convention, me thinks...)

So I propose that everything's pretty much back to normal, except for the 50,000,000 folks like me who retired on "yesterday's financial reality" and now find themselves in "today's financial reality."  Today's "new" economy.

As in, those retired folks like me have lost 20% of their retirement $Cash.  20% just up and gone in a puff of smoke while the bozos in Washington, D. C. played with themselves.  While our "Rome" burns.

So now the hourly workers are making mucho more per hour!  That's good!  So they can now afford to buy the stuff that's gone up in price due to the exorbitant spending of the O'Biden Administration, right?  RIGHT?  It took in $4.655 Trillion in 2022, and spent $6.134 Trillion in 2022.  The Government, YOUR Government, flooded our economy with  $1.5+ Trillion extra dollars.  To buy stuff that it wanted.  Lots of windmills and solar panels.  And Chevrolets and lumber and computers and casaba melons and bacon and clothing and rope and pencils and Every Other Damn Thing You Can Imagine.  Putting us in competition with those we put in office.  And that produces inflation.  And the definition of inflation remains the same:

"Inflation results when too many dollars are chasing too few goods and services."

You may not know it, but I, The Chuckmeister, am also a graduate economist.  Degree and everything.  Hanging on the wall right over there.  So I know a bit about this whole inflation thing and what causes it.  And I can tell you these periodic bouts of exuberance by Left-leaning governments only result in the ratcheting-up of prices.  Followed rapidly by upticks in the cost of labor, even if strikes prove necessary to accomplish that goal.  Everything just moves up a notch.  

And the public grudgingly gets used to $15.00 burgers.  Bacon extra.  Not counting fries and a drink.  

You used to work an hour for a burger, now you'll still work an hour for a burger.  Except now you'll be in a higher tax bracket.  And have to pay union dues to SEIU.  The folks who got you there.  And BoyGuv up in Sacrascrewyou and the Thieves in The Swamp will love you more.  

Not the "you" you.  Just the "your wallet," you.

And the pendulum will swing to the Right someday, just like it did after Wilson.  And Hoover.  And Roosevelt.  And Johnson.  And especially Carter, under whom I bought my first house.  At 11.5% interest.  And Clinton.  And Obama.  And the future will tell following the exit of our current White House occupant.  

The excesses will all be corrected, most likely by executive orders, causing the economy to settle down.  It will take a few years of restored freedom, and the claw-back of legislative-excesses, and a period of increased profits, and heightened tax collections, before everything will really settle down.  And we'll be back to normal.  

Normal-"ish."

But that will take the pendulum swinging back to the Right.  If it doesn't come swinging back in November, if "The People" choose not to redirect the Ship of State, back to a safer and more productive course, then I predict Alexis de Toqueville will prove prescient in his predictions.

And our Ship-of-State will hit the rocks.

de Toqueville was the 18th Century French philosopher and economist and historian, and big America supporter, who predicted that if we ever failed, if we, America, were ever to be defeated, then it would come as a result of our politicians learning how to buy our votes with our own money.  

Unfortunately, America, that's yesterday's news.

America has outlasted Rome in the length of its small "d" democracy.  We've now become the longest lasting democracy - our Representative Republic - in world history.  So I guess November will tell us how much longer we have to go.

In closing, I'd like to say:

I love my Country.  My Government, not so much...


Sunday, March 10, 2024

Two Brothers, One Island, and a Money Machine.

 Do you follow the "Curse of Oak Island?"

You know, the History Channel's Number One show?  The #1 reality show on cable?  And has been for 10 straight years?

Well, I am.  A rabid follower, that is.  And I keep on hoping they don't find the Treasure so that this program can go on.

And on and on.

For those who don't know about this License to Print Money, here's a part of the show opening on the History Channel each Tuesday evening:

     "...To date six men have died trying to solve the mystery.  And according to legend, one more will have to die before the treasure can be found!"

Well okey dokey, then!  A little history lesson.  Don't worry fellow "Oakers," I won't bore you.  So it seems that 212 or so years ago, and it could have been several hundred years before that, somebody or something dug a 100+ foot deep hole on Oak Island.  One of the dozens of little outer islands in the Province of Nova Scotia.  Way up there in Canada.

And the "whoever" could conceivably be either the Spanish, or the Italians, or the French, or the Dutch, or the Vikings, or maybe even the Knights Templar.  Or maybe more than one of the above working in concert, over the centuries. 

And they dug this hole in which to sock away $Millions!  Or maybe $Billions!!!

Yes, I love exclamation points.

And this hole on a tiny island in the middle of a bunch of other tiny islands might even contain the official Menorah!  The Real One!  And the Arc of the Covenant!  And even the Holy Grail, the cup that Jesus drank from at the Last Supper!

That deserves several !!!!'s, now don't it?

And $Jillions in gold and silver and jewels.  From gold stolen from the Aztecs.  Or silver taken from those on a mission to the Holy Land, way back in the 1100's and the 1200's.  Paid to the Knights Templar for protection.  An early protection racket, later employed by the Italian Mob.  They in fact became the world's first bank, collecting the wealth from travelers upon their departure on pilgrimages to the Holy Land, and then paying it back when they returned.  

Minus the few percentage points of "vig," of course.  Just like Visa does today. 

They were reputed to be the Very Richest Corporation on Earth way back when.  Until France's Phillip the 6th asked them to loan him more money.  Increasing his already gargantuan debt.  A request which the Templars politely refused.  Not used to having his requests denied, Phil petitioned the Pope to have them arrested, tried, found guilty, excommunicated and burned at the stake.  Then tarred and feathered and drawn and quartered, with their pieces tossed all over France.

He was pissed. 

The Templars were attacked on the morning of Friday, the 13th of October, the infamous "Black Friday."  The day we all fear as being unlucky.  It certainly was for those Templars who hadn't gotten an early warning and ran for the hills.  And if you believe the legend, which almost everyone does, with their treasure in tow.  First to Spain, where they were welcomed.  And where they then changed their name to the "Poor Warriors for Christ."

It's not generally known, but I've studied the subject and can tell you the Knights had one of the largest navies in the world at that time.  And they either filled their fleet with treasure and sailed off to Scotland, or perhaps to...

...Oak Island.

And the Brothers Lagina, Marty and Rick, who've been digging for this treasure for 11 years, are dedicated to finding it.  And the "finding it" part is a lesson in how to make a staggering amount of money, whether you find treasure or not.

First of all, Marty Lagina is a very successful businessman.  He sold his wind energy business for $58 million before he embarked on this venture.  And he own "Mari Vineyards," in Michigan, which means he has money to throw away.  Which owning a vineyard generally means.  And he then launched this venture on Oak Island with his retired postal worker brother, Rick.  

Rick was a mailman.  Yep.  We should upgrade our perceptions of mailmen smarts in general, me thinks.

But they'd dedicated themselves since childhood to one day digging up that treasure.  Since they'd read about it in the "Readers Digest" decades ago.  And off they went.  Using Marty's money, they bought the Island.  Then brought in a bunch of partners and started digging.  And then the History Channel showed up with a reported $100,000 per episode.  Whether Marty or Rick show up or not.  Not too bad for a treasure hunt.

And that paycheck has been guaranteed for at least the last five years.  And the income from the all-day tours.  And the Museum entrance fees.  And the Interpretive Center visit fees.  And most especially, the wad of $cash they bring in from the NSFTVPIF (Nova Scotia Film and TV Production Incentive Fund).  They're receiving a reported $3.45 Million a Year from this Fund!

Rick's personal wealth has ballooned from a reported $1 Million to $10 million today!  And they haven't even found the Treasure!  

Luuuv those exclamo points!

And I'm betting the guys doing the drilling and scraping and dozing and digging aren't doing this for free, either.  I'm betting they're getting paid, and WELL, from the proceeds of this goldmine.  Key figures in reality shows like this one can expect $10,000 per episode, or even more.  You can bet on it  

Yowzer, Batman!

So like I said, I hope they don't find the treasure.  What would we do then?  There's never been a show like this and never will again.  But if they grow tired of wallowing in the cash.  In making tons of money for simply playing in a sandpile, like they did when they were kids.  But if they ever wish to dismount from this Gravy Train, here's how:

          Simply shoot somebody.  

That "...one more will have to die" thing can be defeated by simply killing somebody.  Maybe one of the cast.  Maybe a tourist who pisses them off.  Who knows?  But we know that the very next day after "offing" someone they'd find the Treasure, right?  Because that's the way the legend goes.  And legends are always true, right?  

RIGHT? 

Friday, March 8, 2024

Adderall.

We were all wondering who would show up to the State of The Union this past Thursday.

Would it be the "Mumbler-in-Chief?"  Stumbling to his lectern and then fumbling through a speech somebody else wrote?  While nodding off on national TV?   Or would it be "Dark Brandon?"  His Alter Ego?  The guy who screams at "MAGA" supporters and calls them evil?

                                 /////  +++++  \\\\\

I'm going to tell you a little story about Adderall.

If you're unfamiliar with this drug, it belongs to a family of psychostimulants, including Ritalin and Concerta.

As a class, these drugs, with Adderall in particular, are used by pediatricians, psychiatrists and gerontologists, in an effort to lower the incidence and degree of AD/HD in children and young people, and early- to mid-stage dementia in the elderly.  Adderall has been shown in certain cases to modify the trajectory of cognitive impairment, which has been suggested in previous published research.

Adderall is a stimulant.    It increases the body's production of dopamine, which is our "feel good" hormone.  The same hormone produced when we consume cocaine and methamphetamine.  It is most commonly used in Attention Deficit/Hyperactivity Disorder.  But it is often prescribed "off label" to combat conditions such as drowsiness, slurred speech, appetite loss, and depression.  

In other words, this drug helps improve attention and focus.  Especially in the elderly, where short-term memory loss and focus impairment are normal.  However, it may lead to impulsive, and possibly anti-social comments and behaviors, as well as angry outbursts at inopportune moments.

Oh yeah, I forgot to mention.  I was actually the "Special Psychotropic Representative" for the Pfizer Drug Company way back when.  I actually schooled rooms full of psychiatrists on the use of combination antipsychotic and psychotropic  medications in the treatment of schizophrenia and other severe mental illnesses.  And also using selected psychotropic agents in combination in the treatment of early-stage dementia.   

So I have a little background in the subject.  And I've noticed an apparent alarming decline in the mental acuity of our President.  He evidences every sign of early-onset dementia.*  Except on a few rather indelible instances.  So indelible they demand our investigation.  When he gave last year's State of the Union Address, as an example.  And when he gave his blood-red "Dark Brandon" speech in front of Independence Hall a few months back.  

And when he gave yesterday's SOTU Address.  

In all three, he was animated, angry, outspoken, combative and loud.  It's as if somebody told him that "loud" and "angry" equated to "firm and commanding,"  It was also obvious that this halting old man, this doddering, shuffling aged gent, for whom just walking to his helicopter is a task, was taken over by "Dark Brandon."  His Alter Ego.  "Super Joe" was in the building!  To reassure his worried backers.  And he was going to let everyone know it!

Especially those in his Party who'd been sending up smoke signals that they were on the verge of revolt.  

Which made me think back on my extensive training in pharmacology and psychotropics.  I saw a correlation.  A palpable change.  From Wednesday to yesterday.  Did somebody help good ol' Joe get "up" for his SOTU Speech?  

Many of us watched his welcome stammering, almost unrecognizable remarks to the new Ambassador from Sweden on its entry into NATO on Wednesday.   And then sermonize and condemn anyone who differed with his version of reality, at the top of his lungs, on Thursday.

It was "Old Yeller" who showed up.  The mean old grandpa screaming "Get off my lawn!"

Was that difference stark enough for those of you who still doubt what your eyes and ears witnessed?   

Was it?     

*    I am not a doctor.  Thank God.  And I'm not playing one here.  I'm not providing my Fellow Patriots with a diagnosis.  I am simply stating the obvious.  An obviousness one has to be hippppmotizzzed not to notice...

Thursday, March 7, 2024

"KA-KA"

POTUS Joseph Robinet O'Biden so hates ex-POTUS Donald J. Trump that he quickly reversed every single policy and procedure and regulation and code that he had put into place while in office.  Over his entire four years.  His energy policies.  His foreign policies.  His immigration policies.  Every Single One.

In fact, O'Biden wrote 94 Executive Orders on his First Day in Office, reversing all of Trump's Border Policies.  Title 42, "Remain in Mexico," rapid deportations.  Crackdowns on paroles.  Every single one.

This has directly resulted in 10+ Million unvetted illegal aliens invading America.  Plus another 1,000,000+ "gotaways."  And the explosion of crime our streets.  He killed the Keystone Pipeline, opened the Southern Border, and restored the Iranian Nuclear Deal.  Everything.  

How about that? 

In Prez O'Biden's most recent "Dark Brandon" speech, he railed against "MAGA."  And Trump, of course, but mainly his "MAGA" followers.  And the "MAGA" movement.  And anything "MAGA."  Venom dripped from his lips as he condemned half the U. S. population.  Through clinched teeth.  In fact, he mentioned the word "MAGA" seven times during that single speech.  Making it his speech's major theme.  

Well now, "MAGA" is short for "Make America Great Again."  One must therefore deduce that POTUS O'Biden doesn't want to "Make America Great Again."  And anyone with eyeballs, some ears and a brain (ummm, yeah) can see that we're not as Great as we once were.  Not 20 years ago.  Not 10 years ago.  Not even 1 year ago.  Nor are we as Great as we could be again.  Especially if we would All Work Together.  Which is the idea.  Wouldn't that be just peachy?

There's two chances of that happening under the current leadership, and Slim's out of town.

Dark Brandon doesn't want us to be Great Again.  Obviously.  He therefore must want us to be stay "krappy."  Which is the opposite of "Great Again."  Which he hates.  With a passion.

So I just sent of an email to the Dark Brandon Campaign suggesting they adopt "KA-KA" as its clarion call!  Their primary campaign theme.  

           "Keep America Krappy Again."  

(That's pronounced "Ka-Ka!"  And anyone with babies knows exactly what that stands for.)   

And in the interest of unanimity, I hereby give up all rights to the term.  Use it!  Enchoy!  Just let them know where you got it so I can get some work as a Democrat political consultant...

Anyway, if you just look around, Dark Brandon is doing a bang-up job of keeping America "krappy."  In just 3 short years, he's doubled the price of gas, tripled the inflation rate, and pissed off China, Russia, North Korea, Saudi Arabia and the European Union.  

And Israel, of course, which Democrats have just recently discovered is full of Jews

Oh, and tried his fragile best to outlaw our gas stoves, gas dryers, gas HCAC systems and, of course, our fleet of 220 million gas cars.  The cad (and not as in "Cadillac")! 

Not bad if your goal is to destroy (apparently) our fragile (small "d") democracy.  

So use "KA-KA!" from now on, Joe.  If you're proud of what you've done to America, you'll proclaim it to the masses.  If you're proud of your handiwork you'll want America to know.  Print up some hats and T-shirts and koozies.  And be sure to mention it tonight in your State of the Union speech.  We'll understand that you represent the Exact Opposite Views as Big Orange, your presumptive opponent.  And that you represent the exact opposite views as 74,000,000 of his voters. 

That number is growing, BTW.  Exponentially...