Thursday, December 18, 2014

The Latest, but Surely not the Last, Assault on Your Freedom...

Dr. Vivek Murthy was just anointed as our Country's newest Surgeon General.

Never heard of Vivek Murthy?  

Well, my friends, and you are my friends, let me acquaint you with one of the most, if not the very most, political appointments in U.S. history. Allow me please to outline for you what makes good ol' Vivek, an American Indian (he's American because he was born in America, and Indian, as in the "red dot" kind), unique:

First, Dr. Murthy was not confirmed by the U.S. Senate.  He was, rather, anointed.  That's because Dr. Murthy's nomination was not required to surpass the Senate's long-standing 60 vote threshold for so-called "cloture." Since the founding of our Country, achieving that vote total has been necessary to shut off debate (and filibusters) and permit nominations to be immediately voted upon.  

But in Murthy's case, due to Senate Majority Leader Harry Reid's decision a few years back to blow up the rules of that venerable old House of Congress, using what was then called the "nuclear option," which had theretofore only been threatened, only a simple majority of 51 votes needed to be cast in order to pass a motion.  Or, in this case, a nomination.  
By the way, that simple majority is what enabled "Obamacare" to pass on Christmas Eve of 2009.  Yes, my friends, with newly-elected Massachusetts Senator Scott Brown on a plane winging his way to D.C. to take over Teddy "The Driver" Kennedy's seat, given that ol' Ted had just had his ticket punched, Brown would then have been the deciding vote against Obamacare.  Reid, being the dour anti-Constitutionalist that he is, chose to invoke the nuclear option using a little-known rule called "Reconciliation" and wipe his ass on 229 years of Senate history. 

Reconciliation, by the way, can by law only be used for budgetary and financial measures that originate in the House of Representatives.  So, yes, it was unconstitutional. 


And, by the way, Dr. Murthy garnered only 51 votes, with three Democrats voting against him.  51 votes. The bare minimum, even with the "nuclear option" having been enacted.  We're talking a dearth of support here, folks. Maybe that's why the Obama Administration chose not to put Murthy up for a vote when the new Republican-led Congress convenes in January.

Second, Dr. Murthy, 36 years of age, only, is indeed a physician.  Yet, to begin with, he's one of the few American physicians who's never practiced medicine. Ever.  No, he's an academician.  A Harvard professor. He teaches. 

Remember the old saying, "Those who can, do, and those who can't, teach?"

In Dr. Murthy's case, one has to wonder just how much he really knows about the practice of medicine because he's never chosen to practice it. But what he has chosen to do is to openly display his political beliefs; just two years out of his residency he founded "Doctors for Obama."  

He was such a huge fan of our now semi-retired, Vacationer-in-Chief that he managed to raise hundreds of thousands of dollars from fellow left-wing physicians to help re-elect Barry Obama in 2012.  Barry was happy he did, and obviously decided not to forget the favor.  And so, now he now he returns it.  

Third, Dr. Murthy is not a big fan of guns.  In fact, he believes that guns are, as he says, a "public health issue."  He believes that the 2nd Amendment needs to be erased from the Bill of Rights and that guns need to be taken from Americans, by force if necessary.  He further believes that there should be a limit on the amount of ammunition Americans are permitted to buy.  And, he favors the implementation of "Universal Background Checks," that heinous new first step in what the National Rifle Association, the National Shooting Sports Foundation, gun activists everywhere - and I - believe is part of a nefarious plan by left-wingers to eventually outlaw guns altogether.  

Don't believe it?  Look back on history and learn that such a government effort to determine who has what gun led to them being outlawed in China, in Cuba, in North Korea, in Canada, in England, in Burma, in Vietnam, and in 1936 Fascist Nazi Germany, to name just a few.

And for those out there in Internet Land who aren't hunters or gun aficionados, you need to know that virtually every gun purchased from every gun store or at gun shows must first undergo a Federal background check before the transfer may be completed.  But those purchase records are destroyed after a few days, by law, making them unavailable to those wishing to establish a database. And that, for gun-grabbers, is the problem.  In short, we don't need no stinkin' Universal Background Checks.

Murthy intends to use his new post as Surgeon General to shine a bright light on the issue of gun control, and, in concert with the likes of the Brady Campaign and ex-New York Mayor Little Mikey Bloomberg, the 17th richest dude in America, to finally realize his dream of ripping guns from our "cold, dead hands."  

Oh yeah, he's promised he won't use his new post to try and ban guns. Sure.  I seem to recall that Barry's two Supreme Court nominees, Sonja Sotamayor and Elana Kagen, also stated that the 2nd Amendment was, as they both said, "settled law," and that neither would use their brand-new SCOTUS positions to try and change it.  


The very first time each of them had the chance to act upon that promise they voted against gun rights (Heller v. D.C. and McDonald v. City of Chicago). They lied.  But, so did one Mr. Barry Obama, who famously stated in his interview with John Lott, author of "More guns, less crime," when he was still a lecturer at the University of Chicago, "I don't think people should be able to own guns."  Nice.  If you need proof, go to YouTube and check it out for yourself.  

Oh, by the way, our outgoing Surgeon General sent a letter to every Senator begging them not to confirm Murthy because, as she said, "He's not qualified for the job."

So, my fellow Americans, and about 11 Million illegal aliens who, if Obama gets his wish, soon will be, we now have a Surgeon General who knows little or nothing about the practice of medicine, who just loves Barry Obama, who demonstrates disdain for the Bill of Rights, who attained his new post on a strict party-line vote, who was confirmed only because of an unconstitutional and outrageous change in Senate rules, who is deemed unqualified by nearly everyone, including his predecessor, and who wants to take your guns away. 

Any reader of this little posting who happened to vote for Mr. Obama should, after being slapped in the face with astonishing bits of information such as this, want to reconsider that decision...

Wednesday, December 10, 2014

Proud Cripples of America!

Some of you may know that I, the Chuckmeister, am a cripple.

Yes, my friends, it's true.  I can no longer run as fast or jump as high as I used to. Actually, I can't run or jump at all.  I just kind of shuffle along with the aid of a cane.    

But who really wants to run and jump anyway?  Certainly not me.  I'm just fine sitting in my Barcalounger with remote in hand, ready to watch some Magnum, P.I. reruns on my 70" Samsung big screen, replete with 5.1 Dolby sound and a magnificent sub-woofer the size of a washing machine.

Have you met my cane?  I usually introduce him as, "Hello. This is John, my Cane." Get it?  John, my Cane?  I thought you would.  Or, perhaps "Herman,"  the other "Cain."  Or, I might say, "I'm Abel because of this Cain."  I crack me up. Maybe you too.

Anyhoo, me and John manage to get around pretty good in spite of three rather gory back surgeries and a complete fusion.  That would be from coccyx to mid-thoracic, my friends.  My doctor calls my fusion, "a**hole to appetite."  My doctor has a rather macabre sense of humor.  

At least I have a doctor.  With the advent of Obamacare it's the rare person who can actually say he or she has an actual doctor.  And it will get worse.  Much worse.  But hey, that's another story which I've covered ad nauseum and shall no doubt cover again.

Back to my back.  Yes, I'm a cripple.  I hurt all of the time, but in varying degrees.  With the proper amount of pain killers and Cabernet Sauvignon in copious quantities, I can manage it.  The cause?  Disc disease probably caused by the million or so games of pool I played during ten years as a touring pro. Bending over a hot pool table for 8 or 10 hours a day, day after day, after day, is likely responsible.  But hey, whatcha' gonna' do?  That was then, this is now.  

So I function quite well considering my rather advanced age and my surgical history. But I'm just one of millions of seniors who are, for whatever reason, laid up or on disability or made lame.  And I think it's time we all get together and use the clout that would come with millions of souls all joining forces.  And I'm just the cripple who could supply the glue.

Do you have bad knees?  Degenerative disc disease? Neuropathy?  Scoliosis? Sciatica?  The heartbreak of psoriasis?  Hemorrhoids?  Gum disease?  Alopecia? Whatever your malady, just think of what we could accomplish if we got together and started using the power of our numbers.  So here's the plan:

We start...

Proud Cripples of America!  

This to-be formed 501(c)(3) corporation will serve to represent the interests of everyone out there in what used to be America who are laid up and in need of a voice.  Of course, it might be that Lois Lerner, or whoever replaced her now that she's sucking down Cuba Libres on her enormous retirement package, will simply put our application in their lower right hand desk drawer for a few years and punish us for having some conservative leanings. 

And trust me, we have some conservative leanings.

Whatever.  We'll ultimately be able to shine our light and force the Gummint to consider our unique needs.  So, please send along $5.00, cash please (we don't need no stinkin' paper trail), as your annual membership fee so I can begin to order up some bumper stickers and refrigerator magnets and business cards and flyers for distribution at the local Wal-Mart.  

And who knows, we might be able to offer up some special travel bargains, or investment options, or car insurance discounts, or two-for-one restaurant coupons. Any way to make (or save) a buck, right?

Speaking of Wal-Mart, have you noticed that most everyone who shops there is a cripple?  That's the place to launch our new effort.  

Actually, I applied for a position as a Greeter at Wal-Mart and they said, "Get out.  We don't want your kind around here." When you can't even get a min-wage job at your local Wal-Mart, you know you're an outcast.  So I just volunteer at the local wineries, greeting visitors and advising them to join the wine club.  I usually say, "Welcome, thirsty travelers!"  Hey, maybe I could also invite them to join "PCA."  They could prove to be a target-rich environment as well.

So, let me know if you're on board with PCA.  Send along some bucks if you want to join, or at least write your thoughts in response.  We're on to something here, my friends.  We can't let this opportunity pass us by.  Just think, America is creating thousands of new cripples every day.  That's because it's the "practice" of medicine, don't you know. They, the doctors, never actually get it right, but they keep on practicing.

Think of it this way.  Guns in the hands of those with ill-intent, or those desirous of offing themselves, kill 35,000 people on average every year.  Doctors, on the other hand, kill somewhere around 800,000 every year due to malpractice or mis-diagnosis. Work with me here.  I would surmise there's an unending supply of cripples to fuel our little venture.

So, I wait to here from you.  Don't fail me.  $5 bucks is all it costs.  About the same as an overpriced cup of coffee at Starbucks.  Let's get started now!

Monday, December 1, 2014

"Communities of Color"

I don't know about you, but I'm growing increasingly tired of hearing political leaders, almost always, no, always, from the Democrat Party, speaking about "communities of color."

You know and I know they're talking about Black people.  And maybe occasionally, Brown people.  But mostly Black people.  But we all know for sure they're never, ever talking about White people.

I'd like to know why?  Black people are black.  Brown people are brown.  Yellow people are kind of yellowish in color.  And Red people are sort-of-a-reddish hue. But there are NOOOO White people. 

Well, except for albinos, of course.

But there are Beige People!

And Beige is a color!

We're not white, we're beige!  And I want to start a movement among the tens of people who follow the Chuckmeister's every word, to stop people - even the commie pinko weenie Democrats - from referring to "communities of color."

Where are these "communities of color" exactly?  Are they in Watts?  Or at the corner of Florence and Normandy?  Are they in or around Atlanta?  Or what used to be Detroit before it was trashed beyond recognition by Black people?  Or just outside the Beltway in D.C.?  Maybe on the South Side of Chicago, where Barry "The Community Organizer," in his only "real" job, ever, signed up people to vote Democrat and get Foods Stamps?

Perhaps they're wherever the "Mike Browns" choose to live.  Or where their "parent" chooses to live.

Or, maybe Mr. Obama is referring to our Country's many and varied prisons where most of the "guests" are "of color?"  

No, my dear friends, "communities of color" are wherever the commie pinko weenies declare them to be.  And you can bet that wherever they are, there are votes to be garnered there if the Community Organizer-in-Chief and his race-baiting, poverty pimp hustlers like Jessuh Jackson and the Least Reverend Alfonso Sharpton, can rally them up to feel put upon, disenfranchised, used, abused and mistreated by Whitey.  

And that's why those in these "communities" vote as a bloc, at the rate of about 90%+, for the Democrats.  Despite the best efforts us right-thinking folks, who do our best to educate and elucidate this demographic to reality, they are owned and controlled by the Lefties who need, nay demand, their votes in order to win elections and stay in power.

Unemployment has increased by over one-third in the "communities of color" since Obama was elected. And yet, they vote for him and other Blacks without a second thought.  High school graduation rates among Blacks in the larger cities are struggling to top 50%. And yet, they vote as a bloc for Dems.  Sad.  

And gunfire in these "communities of color" ring out like clockwork every weekend, despite the fact that guns are usually outlawed therein.  Doubt me?  Look at Chicago.  Guns have been virtually unobtainable for decades there, yet Blacks are killing Blacks every weekend, using guns that "don't exist," and Whites have no choice but to duck and cover.  Please try to defend that, if you're in the commie pinko dumbass liberal weenie camp.

As for me, I won't be satisfied until there's a National Association for the Advancement of Beige People. And a Beige Entertainment Network.  And perhaps a Congressional Beige Caucus.  How about you?

So, my friends, and you are my friends, I take issue with this whole "communities of color" meme.  As a voting, tax-paying, law-abiding, Army vet, Eagle Scout, proud citizen, I demand that those whom we elect stop pandering to what they think are the lesser of us.  And until the "lesser" of us stop falling for the pandering crap, I believe they deserve the nastiness that's being shoveled their way. 

And, as Dinesh D'Souza, famous author, educator, film maker and "man of color," just opined, a proud man of color himself, I wonder how long it will take for the citizens of these "communities of color," once they actually realize that they've been systematically hosed by the Lefties, for decades, to start saying they don't deserve all the blame; after all, they may say, Mr. Obama is half white...

Friday, November 21, 2014

"To my fellow Americans...and those of you who soon will be."

Most of you hopefully know that our President, Brock O'Bama, delivered a speech live on Univision last night.  He picked Univision, rather than ABC, CBS, NBC and MSPMS because he really didn't want the "pay-no-attention-until-it-hurts-my-wallet" voters to know much about it.  

What few know, however, is that Mr. O'Bama had two speeches readied for this fateful announcement. And I, the Chuckmeister, having special "inside" sources that few others enjoy, which have guaranteed me that this is true, have managed to obtain a copy of it.  

One, the "wimpy" speech, is the one he chose to give.  He wimped out, just as he did with his famous "red line" warning to Syria.  And his unilateral removal of rockets from Ukraine.  And his half-hearted "war" against ISIS/ISIL/Islamic State or whatever they choose to call it.  He's pretty wimpy, this guy.

But the other speech, the one he really wanted to give, I'm told, but didn't, is worth reviewing, because it shows what he really thinks and what he really feels.  And children, we shall review that speech forthwith:

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"To my fellow Americans...and those of you who soon will be."

"As you've no doubt heard, I come to you wonderful Latinos tonight to announce a sweeping overhaul of our proud nation's broken immigration system.  I say "Latinos," because the Alphabet Networks aren't covering this, and almost nobody else is paying attention, because they're watching football, or some other waste of time TV show, and the Lap Dog Media will keep this whole thing pretty much under wraps, except for that goddam Fox News, and I'm on just before the Latin Grammys kick off, and it's Mexican Revolution Day, so the voters won't really know what happened here tonight.  Except for you and me, that is.  'Heh, heh."

"Yes, I've said on multiple occasions that I have no authority to make the changes I shall announce here tonight.  Yes, they're unconstitutional.  But hey, I don't have to run for reelection again, and while I still have some degree of power before my "Lame Duck" status really kicks in, and because I don't really care if what I do is illegal, I asked myself, "Why not go big?" After all, the feckless Republicans can't do much about it without risking the media coming after them, which would alienate the low-information voters, and the Democrat Party, which I've almost single-handedly destroyed, needs some serious help, so really, my friends, what do I have to lose?  So, going BIG is what I'm hereby going to do."

"Rather than simply "nationalizing" 4 or 5 million of your brothers and sisters, aunts and uncles, grandfathers and grandmothers, and your little nephews with all those "MS-13" tattoos on their foreheads by simply choosing not to deport them, I'm going the "Full Monte."  As of tonight, I'm granting full amnesty to everybody in Africa, in Asia, in Europe, in South America and even in the Antarctic. Everybody."  

"You may now break into America without fear that those troublesome border patrol guys will try and ruin your travel experience.  And God knows, we wouldn't want to do that.  After all, you either are, or soon will be Undocumented Democrats, so treating you really, really well so you know how to properly vote ("wink-wink") is high on my list of priorities."

"So after tonight, you'll be able to get a real Social Security Number, not the one you've been illegally using, a Green Card, a drivers' license, Obamacare, welfare, some help with the old apartment rent thing and a free Rosetta Stone program so you can learn English should you really want to.  But you won't actually have to, because before long, once the border surge occurs, most of your neighbors will be speaking Spanish anyway.  As a matter of fact, part of this Executive Order is that all phones in America will now be required to announce, "Press 2 for English.' "  

"But part of this whole deal is that you will be absolutely required to go straight to Texas, or Oklahoma, or Kansas, or Arizona, or Utah, or Idaho, because hey, those states have plenty of room, and they're, ahem, RED, and we need to turn them purple, at the very least, and preferably a very bright BLUE.  I personally recommend Texas, because that Perry guy isn't one of my favorite people, and Governor Jan Brewer in Arizona could use some more residents sporting your particular skin color, if you know what I mean, just in case you're interested."

"We want you here.  We love you.  And thanks for mowing our lawns, wet-nursing our kids and washing our cars all these years.  We hope to start repaying you...the Democrat Party does, that is, starting tonight."

"So, in closing, I'm making tacos the Official Food at the White House.  Margaritas will now be decreed the Official Drink of the United States, and all you Latinos will get an extra five points on your civil service exams when you apply for work at the Post Office. But work, of course, will remain optional."

"Thank you for voting for me and my Democrat friends and helping to elect me in previous elections, and God Bless Estados Unidos!"

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That's the speech that El Jefe really wanted to deliver, I'm led to believe, but didn't.  The wimp.  But now you know what he preferred you to know. Perhaps he'll man-up and someday do his Tele-PrompTer thing and read the real speech to you himself.  

But until then, the Chuckmeister will keep you up to date on all the comings and goings as it relates to immigration reform here in what used to be America. 

After all, if I don't tell you, who will?

Sunday, November 16, 2014


Today, my friends, we're going to talk about a new measure of time.  One I've just conjured up.  You know, the way we determine how much time has passed, or is going to pass. Like eon.  Or year.  Like month, or week, or day.  Like hour, or minute, or second. Even a piece of a second, like a "nanosecond," which is, well, pretty damn small.  

To these, children, we will now add another.  One that should be used frequently in our present day society, which is managed all too often by those who are just dead-set, tremblingly, feverishly dead-set, on removing our guns from our hands, cold and dead, or not...

Gunaway:  (Gun-a-way).  Noun.  The smallest measure of time between some crazed terrorist asshole engaging in a mass shooting somewhere, and a commie drone doofus gun-hating lefty calling for unconstitutional enhanced gun control measures.

Yes, "gunaway."  That's the amount of time it takes for the Dinosaur Media, or a member of our Fearless Leader's Administration, or the Democrat National Committee, or Media Matters for America, or, or Jessuh Jackson, or Politico, or the Huffington Post, or Joe "Plugs" Biden, or Little Mikey Bloomberg, or Porky Mikey Moore, or George ("the Nazi") Soros, or MSNBC, or anyone else who cares to opine, to call for new, expanded, improved, or enlarged gun control measures designed to disarm Americans after somebody somewhere starts shooting in a crowded place.

Not "knifing" in a crowded place.  That's happened quite a bit lately.  Or as happened recently on a New York City street, "hatcheting" in a crowded placed.  Just shooting.

While the acrid smell from burnt gunpowder was still wafting through the hallowed halls of Ottawa's famed Capitol building, MSNBC's empty suit talking heads were heard calling for enhanced gun control laws.  That was their "gunaway." 

Rosie "The Mouth" O'Donnell called for increased gun control in less than an hour.  Her "gunaway."  Did I mention that Rosie has a bevy of armed guards protecting her bloated ugly body?

And recently, a disaffected teenager wishing to go out in a blaze of glory shot up the cafeteria in a Marysville, Washington, high school, killing three, and critically wounding one other kid.  The "gunaway" on the Internet for this evil act was a little as 20 minutes.  Not to pile on to MSNBC again, but hey, I can, because they are so "pile-on-able."  Their no-talent airhead host Joy Reid began calling for increased gun control 35 minutes into the attack (their coverage of the shooting started at 11:25 a.m. PDT, and her screeching for more gun-grabbing started at 11:50 a.m.).  As Rahm Emmanuel so famously stated a couple of years back, "Never let a crises go to waste."  She didn't, and they aren't.

What glue holds all of these nefarious events together.  They were all Gun Free Zones!

How about New York Governor Andrew Cuomo's "gunaway" following the massacre at Sandy Hook Elementary School? Less than 24 hours.  That's how long it took him to round up the lefty loons in the New York legislature in Albany and pass the "Safe Act."  That little piece of Lefty Logic, which made only the criminals "safe," turned the 2nd Amendment on its ear in New York State.  Got a so-called "assault rifle?"  Turn it in.  Got a pistol or rifle magazine that holds more than 7 rounds?  Turn it in.  It's now illegal.  Want to buy a gun in New York?  Good luck.  

So, out of about 500,000 "assault rifle" owners in New York, less than 3,000 showed up to register their already registered guns.  The others are now felons.  And they just gave the finger to Governor Cuomo by refusing to knuckle under to his B.S. law.  Oh, and his little 7-round magazine limit?  It made all the magazines in all his Highway Patrol, Sheriffs' Department and Police Department officers' handguns felons, as all of their pistol magazines hold at least 10 rounds.  

No gun manufacturer on Earth makes a gun magazine that holds only 7 rounds!

This guy is some special sort of dumbass, isn't he?

Oh, I should also mention that while New York State is advertising every few minutes on every cable channel that companies should seriously consider moving there, and by doing so pay no taxes for ten years as a result, every single gun manufacturer is moving out!  

Every hear of Remington?  Of Ithaca?  Those two famous gun makers are way over 100 years old.  They have begun the process of pulling up stakes and moving to more favorable climes.  Down south, they're going, where the people in charge can actually read, and therefore understand, the 2nd Amendment to the Constitution of the United States.  

When you elect a dumbass liberal weenie governor, you get dumbass liberal weenie laws.  And so far, Cuomo has presided over the loss of more than 3,000 jobs in New York State.  Did you hear about that on MSNBC?  Or NBC, CBS, ABC or PBS  No?  I wonder why (cough, cough)?

Oh, and let's not fail to mention Buffalo.  Buffalo's gunaway is about two days.  That's the amount of time it now takes the "authorities" in Buffalo to visit the home of a newly-deceased gun owner and demand that the surviving spouse hand over the weapons.  No reimbursement necessary.  No warrant required.  Let me in.  Hand them over.  I'm not kidding.  I wish I were.

Back to "gun free zones."  Those calling for enhanced gun control measures don't seem to understand that people with a proclivity to shoot up the neighborhood don't ordinarily follow the rules of society.  Think about it, folks.  Killing a bunch of strangers is, well, illegal!  They think that criminals will see a sign outlawing their impending activity and say to themselves, "Uh oh, no guns here!"  I guess I'll go home and get my trusty Louisville Slugger."  They seem to think that more and better laws will keep those who don't follow the 20,000 anti-gun laws already on the books, will somehow have the light bulb go "on" and suddenly become law-abiding.  As in, "Who me?"  Shoot up a school?  Oh no, not me!  I'll go to the library and check out a book instead."  Who knows?  Maybe they're right.  And just maybe unicorns will begin dancing to a Cole Porter tune on the White House Rose Garden lawn...

Or, maybe the billionaires with armed bodyguards, who are donating millions of dollars to run ads advocating increased gun control laws, who have decided that the 100,000,000 Americans who own more than 300,000,000 guns will decide to follow the lead of commie pinko dumbass liberal weenies and cough up their firearms to comply with the Politically Correct Crowd.

Or, maybe not.

In the meantime, observe the happenings for yourself.  Keep track of the "gunaways" when next a lefty terrorist kills some nice folks.  And ask yourself, "How much better would it have been if a good guy with a concealed weapon was nearby and ready, willing and able to drop the bad guy like a bad habit and bring the massacre to a quick and successful close?"

Just for the record, according to the FBI's 2012 statistics, the average number of deaths by gun in mass shootings where there's no "good guy with a gun" nearby to thwart it, is 12.7. The average when the "good guy" is around, is 2.1.  Which number do you like the best?

Still not convinced?  A terrorist shot up the Ottawa capitol a few weeks back.  The Sergeant-at-Arms pulled his Glock and dropped him forthwith.  He shot dead an unarmed soldier at point blank range.  The "Bad Guy With a Gun" then began looking for more victims before being shot dead by a "Good Guy With a Gun."  Now let me hear from some of you gun-haters out there just how much better off our friends up north would be if there were no guns in this "gun-free zone."

Ever wonder why bad guys pick "gun free zone" schools for their evil deeds?  I wonder why you never hear of a gun show or a police station getting shot up.  If guns kill people, how is it that people get out of gun shows alive?  Have you got it yet?

Oh, and then go out and buy a gun, learn how to use it safely and effectively, and then take responsibility for your defense and the defense of those good people around you.  

Because remember, my friends, when seconds count, the police are only minutes away...

Monday, November 10, 2014

From Cuba, With Love...

The tens of you who follow this little blog of mine will remember my posting of November 6th, 2008.  I wrote:

"Last night I went to bed in Northern Mexico and woke up this morning in France."

That was a bad morning for me.  And for about half of America.  The election was over.  And for me and that half, we all lost.  I recall thinking that the only ones happy about it at the time were those who didn't have America's best interests at heart.  And who wanted something from America, not for America. And for those who wanted to cut America down to size.  To embarrass her.  And to minimize her importance.  And influence.  And to sully her history.  Like Obama when he went on his World Apology Tour.  I was depressed for quite some time.  Still am, to a degree.

But the morning after this election I awakened with a new sense of hope.  I was exhilarated.   Freedom was returning to our beloved country.  Call it "hope and change" for real.  As in, I "hope" this socialistic crap is finally close to over and the "change" we need is on the way.  The Republican Party had just won a decisive battle and sent the Democrat candidates packing. Thumped 'em, we did, this past Tuesday.  Buried them.  In the aftermath, Barry Obama said, derisively, that "...the Republicans had a good night."  Hmmm.  Ya' think?

That, my friends, is called damning something with faint praise.  However, it was, as Senator Joe Manchin of West Virginia so eloquently put it, a real "ass whoopin."  Yes, it was.  And it was glorious.    

By the way, I predict that Mr. Manchin disavows his commie lefty weenie tendencies and begs the conservative majority to allow him to join its little ruling party.  Just guessing.  But watch and see.  I think I'll be proven right.

I had also predicted in these pages a year or so ago that I expected the Republicans to win 8 Senate seats and 9 House seats in this just-completed election.  As of Wednesday morning, the Republicans had taken down 7 Senate seats with two others very likely to follow suit in the next few weeks (Alaska and Louisiana).  And the House picked up 13 new members, making it the most "Red" it has been since Harry Truman was in office.  Not since 1946 has there been so many Republican House members.  And it's likely that they will have the majority for generations to come. 


Maybe I had some small part in helping this to happen by asking those who had no idea which direction is up, who believed all that "hoppanchange" crap, to "Just Stay Home on Election Day."  Maybe, just maybe.

So one could reasonably say that I'm prescient.  You know, like, I am able to foretell the future.  And I did.  Yes indeedy, I did.  

So, now the reason for this posting.  I would be remiss in my duties to my several avid followers if I didn't do a follow-up to my six-years-ago downer of a statement.  So, here goes:

"Last night I went to bed in Cuba and woke up this morning in France."  

France.  Not great, but not Cuba, either.  We had devolved to "Cuba" since Barry had been ensconced at the helm.  A long, painful, downward spiral that had pretty much hit bottom somewhere just south of Havana.  The Government had taken control of our lives to a degree never before experienced.  It was telling us what to wear, what to drive, what to eat (thanks, Mooooochelle), how much we should earn, and what health insurance that we were required by law to purchase (!).  Every little aspect of our puny lives had been subsumed by the Government.  And it was due to get worse.  Much worse.

And then the election happened.  And the Great Plan of the Progressive Elite was derailed.  We Won!  Yeah!

In the aftermath just-fired Senate Majority Leader Harry Reid looked like he needed an overdose of Pepcid.  Heavily Botoxed San Fran Nan Pelosi looked poleaxed.  Even more than normal. Like she didn't really understand what had just happened (did anyone get the license plate number of that truck?)  Glorious, as I said.

So, back to France.  Not America, yet, but far better than a miserable hovel in Havana.  But those who reside in "redder" climes than Taxifornia may be in far better shape than me and my fellow "Blue Island" prisoners.  The Red Wave seems to always stop at the Sierra Nevada, never managing to make its way over the mountain top to our prettiest and most compelling state.  Oh, and the dumbest, most Progressive, poorest managed, least rational, most overtaxed state in the union.  

But with any luck at all, with any sort of forward progress made by the New Majority in Congress, we'll get a chance to return from socialist Pa-ree and get back to America as it was. And could be once again.    

God, I hope so...

Friday, October 31, 2014

"...Just Stay Home on Election Day."

As I write this, it is just three days before the Election.

Three days from now some small fraction of Americans will trundle on down to the voting places and cast their ballots.  

A small fraction, I say, because historically less than 25% of the electorate does the choosing for the rest of us.  25%!  

Would you feel comfortable letting a quarter of your neighbors choose your next new car?  That's assuming you could actually afford a new car, which is a really big assumption these days.  

But our choice is much more important than that.  Much more.  That's why it's absolutely critical that those who don't know what they're doing, have no friggin' idea what's happening around them, those dimbulbs who believe the crap that comes out of the mouths of politicians as a matter of rote, should just stay home on Election Day. "Why," you might ask?  Okay, the Chuckmeister will tell you...

Those who haven't noticed that that the ten-year war we won in Iraq at the cost of 4,403 brave Americans has now been lost by our Golfer-in-Chief, and that some terrorists there are beheading our citizens on YouTube for sport, should just stay home on Election Day.

That bunch who think that Benghazi was a character actor back in the 50's, and who probably think that Salmonella was a buddy of his who played a mob enforcer in "The Godfather," should - pretty please - just stay home on election day.

Those who haven't noticed that our southern border is in chaos, with thousands of illegals pouring over every day, should just stay home on Election Day.  Those who haven't been paying attention to Russian aggression, the annexation of Ukraine and the replay of the Cold War should JSHOED (Just Stay Home on Election Day).  

And those who don't know that 62,000,000 Americans are now out of the work force, that our Labor Force Participation Rate is now the lowest its been in the last 39 years, that our unemployment rate is closer to 14% than the Administration-approved lie of 6.7%, that Black unemployment is up more than 35% since Barry assumed the Throne, and an alarming percentage of new college graduates are living in their parents' basements because they can't get a job, should JSHOED.  

Similarly, those who don't know that Ebola has arrived in America, despite our Community Organizer-in-Chief's promise and guarantee that it wouldn't, and that it just might kill us all, should JSHOED.  

Those who didn't notice that our corporate tax rate went from 35 to 39.6%, the very highest in the World, making us totally uncompetitive with every other country, and that our Death (inheritance) Tax went from ZERO to 55% should JSHOED.  

The numbskull bunch that haven't noticed that the XL Keystone Pipeline, after having been approved by five separate State Department reviews over a six-year period as absolutely safe and necessary, has still not been approved by Obama, should JSHOED.  And those who also didn't know that this Pipeline would create 800,000 new barrels of North American oil every day, 20,000 new UNION jobs, over $8 Billion in new economic activity to the involved states, further cement our friendship with our great friend Canada, and make us completely energy-independent from the creeps in the Middle East who want us dead, got it...JSHOED.  

Those who also don't know that Obama hates the 2nd Amendment and is on video for all to see proclaiming that Americans should never be allowed to own guns, should JSHOED.    

Those who don't know just how little he values our military, and proves it every time he's given the chance, should JSHOED.  

Those who were sipping Chenin Blanc and couldn't be bothered to notice that Bibi Netanyahu, Prime Minister of the only democracy in the Middle East, and our great friend, was called a "chickenshit" by a member of Barry's Bunch, and then had that comment doubled down on by another highly-placed sycophant, should probably JSHOED.

Need more?  Okay.  Those who haven't noticed that this President has doubled our Federal Debt, from $9.6 Trillion to almost $18 Trillion, should definitely JSHOED.

And those who don't know that this President, and his Maxi-me Attorney General, slow-walked thousands of "assault weapons" to Mexican drug cartels, paid for by you and me, in an illegal scam known as "Fast and Furious," and caused the death of Brian Terry, our brave border guard, should - Please God! - JSHOED.

And in conclusion, those who make it their business to stay up on the news and are painfully aware of all the foregoing facts, unlike the brain dead drones mentioned above, are deathly afraid for the future of our beloved Country, should make it a point to vote on November 4th for a return to sanity. And, to work their very hardest to insure that their friends and family do so as well. This may be our last chance to save what's left of America.  

Let's keep our fingers crossed...