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...

Thursday, October 23, 2014

It's the salt air, stupid!

Take a look at a map of good ol' Estados Unidos.  I mean from the top down.  

You'll note that there's a string of deep blue states stretching all the way from Washington State south on the left, through to and including California, and then from upper New England on the right, all the way south down to Mid-Atlantic Maryland. It continues again around Miami, but hey, no surprise there; Miami is made up of transplanted New Yorkers in galoshes and mink coats who brought their leftiness with them.  

These states are, and have been, run by Democrats since God only knows when.  One could reasonably ask, "Why?" 

And then be aware that, with a few notable exceptions, almost all the states in between these deep blue wonders are a vibrant shade of vermilion "red."  These are the states that are quite well managed by Republicans, thank you very much.  Quite well.  They produce the most jobs and the most tax revenues while having the lowest tax rates and the least onerous regulatory burdens.  And one could reasonably ask, "Why?"  Why do the red states work so well and the blue states perform so badly?  

Well, children, I think I have the answer:

Salt air!

Yes, my friends, salt air.  The major population centers in these bluest-of-blue states are within about 50 miles from their respective coastlines.  Think about it.  San Diego.  Los Angeles.  Santa Monica.  San Francisco.  Portland.  Seattle. Boston.  New York City.  Philadelphia.  Baltimore. Washington, D. C.  All are within 50 miles of their nearby oceans.  

And what are oceans?  Oceans are huge bodies of water rich in what?  Salt!  And what does salty water do?  It corrodes stuff.  It fills the air above it.  That sticky, wet, car-rusting, ozone-rich smell that people choose to live near the ocean for is the culprit. I'm sure of it. And what do doctors tell you to do?  They tell you to stay away from salt!  It's not good for you, they say. Assuming they know what they're talking about, that is.  And that's an assumption I'm not prepared to make, by the way. We know that doctors kill more than 700,000 Americans each year due to misdiagnosis and/or malpractice.  Guns only kill about 36,000, and two-thirds of that number are due to suicide.  Clearly, guns are much, much safer than doctors.  Should we have to have a permit to go see a doctor?  Maybe so.  But they say salt is bad for us, and, if so, salt air must be just awful!

Why don't people from Bozeman, Montana do crazy, dumbass things like promise to pay their retirees more than they can possibly generate from their sky-high taxes?  Why don't people from Salina, Kansas pass laws disarming their populace by outlawing guns so that their criminals have a less hostile work environment?  Why don't the managers of Oklahoma City declare their burg to be a "sanctuary city" so that illegal aliens don't have to constantly be looking over their shoulders for John Law?  Why don't the good folks in Omaha vote to raise the minimum wage of their entry-level, pimply-faced teenage workforce by, oh, I don't know, let's say double, just to incur favor with a group of slackers who can't manage to earn a decent living for themselves, and may not even turn out to vote Deep Blue the next time around?     

Well, my friends, the salty-air cities on either coast do these absolutely absurd things.  Santa Monica recently voted to not only raise its minimum wage to $15 an hour, it passed laws requiring its employers to offer healthcare to their workers, including even its part-timers.  S.M.'s city fathers and mothers (and, given that it's California, ahem, others) gave no consideration to the pure hell they were putting their business owners through.  They just did it, because, how shall I say it, they're commie pinko dumbass Liberal weenies! And, they can!  

Their doing so also resulted in an almost overnight  increase in the room rates of their hotels of more than 20%.  And it resulted in a concomitant reduction in the number of rooms rented.  

Their doing so resulted in a $5.00 Mickey D's combo meal now costing $7.60.  And, it resulted in a reduction in the number of Happy Meals being ordered, and thus, the sales and profits of MickeyD's.  

Their doing so resulted in dozens and dozens of small to mid-size, tax-paying companies to bolt this Liberal Paradise. I guess the good residents of Santa Monica can afford to pay those prices.  But tourism has most certainly been negatively affected among those of us who cannot.  Maybe Santa Monica can get along without tourists. And then again, maybe it can't.

As in all things, the Law of Unintended Consequences still holds sway.  You try and screw with the laws of economics and you get bitten in the ass.  Except, they don't care. They're Liberals, don't you know.  And Liberals, by any measure, are mentally ill.  They need help, folks, but they just don't know it, and I fear they never shall.

There's an old saying:  "When you rob Peter to pay Paul, you're pretty certain to have Paul's full and undying support." 

So, my friends, if you're given the choice, make it a point to live nowhere near the oceans.  They'll corrupt you into doing dumbass things from which you'll never recover.  And even if you stay sane, the people you elect are sure to work overtime to ruin your life.  You're going to be rowing upstream your whole life while the good people of Chillicothe, Missouri will be clipping coupons and lazing comfortably on their BarcaLoungers.  You.  Have.  Been.  Warned!

You're welcome.

Saturday, October 18, 2014

Misusing, and Abusing, our Military

It took us ten years to win the Iraq War.  Ten Years!  Actually, it shouldn't have taken that long.  It's just that we changed Commanders-in-Chief in mid-stream and the new one, B. Hussein Obama, wanted nothing to do with it.  

Nothing, we now know, to the extent that he refused...for more than six months...the requests of his commanders and generals to send sixty thousand additional troops to Iraq in the form of a "surge."  He was asked for sixty thousand.  The military experts told him it would take that many to finally win the war.  After six months he agreed, reluctantly, very reluctantly, to send thirty thousand.  Thirty's pretty close to sixty, right?  Well, no it isn't.  But under the new Common Core standards, perhaps 30 and 60 are about the same.  

And those thirty thousand, together with the 120,000-or-so soldiers and Marines who were already there was enough to tip the balance in favor of the U.S. of A.  We won.  Finally. Thankfully.

The Iraq War cost us the lives of 4,503 brave soldiers.  War-fighters. They gave their all for this country, and for their brother soldiers.  And we treasure their sacrifice.

And another 40,000+ Americans were grievously wounded in that War.  Those brave men and women are currently trying to repair and restart their lives after having written a check to America, payable with an amount of up to and including their lives.  Thank God for the Wounded Warriors Project.  At least they are helping to mend our finest.

But we won.  Thank God!  Our guys and gals kicked their asses and we prevailed.  All that remained was to leave a peace-keeping force behind and come on home.

But along comes Obama.  He didn't much care for the Iraq War.  He campaigned against it.  It was the "bad war," he said.  Afghanistan, on the other  hand, was the "good war." That's the one he liked.  Not the other one.  So it was no big surprise that he screwed the pooch when time came to negotiate a "Status of Forces Agreement," or SOFA, with Iraq's Prime Minister Malicki, so that we could maintain a stabilizing, "trip-wire" force there after our departure.  Exactly, you'll recall, like we did in South Korea, West Germany, Italy and Japan. They're still there, in fact.  More than 120,000 in all.  Standard stuff.  Unless you're a Big-City Liberal skinny ideologue lawyer like Obama.  

Malicki wanted 23,000 soldiers.  Obama offered 3,000.  That was an insult, and was taken as such by Malicki.  And Obama wanted Iraq's Parliament to vote on the SOFA. Malicki said, "No, leave it to me and I'll handle it."  Obama, sensing he'd snookered Malicki, said "No" and proceeded with the evacuation.

So he pulled out all our troops in 2010 and the Bad Guys have been drawn into the vacuum we created.  Like flies to a pile of you-know-what.  So much so that we went from a stable, friendly ally in Iraq to now facing the specter of ISIS, or IFIL, or the Islamic State, or HAMAS, or whatever you/he/they choose to call it/themselves today. 

Reluctantly, Obama agreed to actually "do something" about these killers when they started beheading our citizens.  I guess the weenies who inhabit the bowels of the White House whispered in his ear between golf outings and mentioned to him just how pissed the American people were at watching this outrage on YouTube.  

And his "something" turned out to be an occasional air strike from an F-16.  From 20,000 feet.  Yeah, that'll work.

So they're taking town after town, well on their way to occupying Iraq as an Islamic caliphate.  As of this writing they're within a few miles of downtown Baghdad.  What can the Golfer-in-Chief do about it?  Well, he could do as his generals advise and send 40,000 troops back to Iraq.  He could do that, but he won't.  That's because he doesn't want to appear to have blown it real bad by precipitously pulling them out in the first place.  No "boots on the ground," he says.  And I guess he means it.  Ballet slippers, maybe, but no boots.  Of course, he's lied to us repeatedly about so many things over such a long period of time that one can never be sure when he means it, or about what.

Obama, you magnificent poseur, you'll go down in history as the only U.S. president to actually lose a war we'd already won.  Go play another round of golf.  You've earned it.

But now, we find ourselves in the middle of another feces storm.  It's called Ebola.  It's just about the nastiest, killingest virus in the world, and it's come to America.  Confined largely to West Africa for decades, it's made it way across the Atlantic and landed in Dallas.  Obama said it wouldn't happen. Yeah, right.  Another lie.

So instead of acting when he could have, and should have, by sending teams of medical professionals to the Dark Continent, he waited until it's in all likelihood too late.  I wonder if his response would have been the same if Patient Zero had landed at Dulles instead of Dallas.

So, not knowing what he doesn't know (a common failing of Libbies), our Vacationer-in-Chief has decided - ready for it? - to send up to 4,000 American military troops to West Africa to fight Ebola!  Soldiers.  Fighting a virus.  

Actually, I hear his plan is to have our (probably unarmed) soldiers and Marines build hospitals and direct traffic and maintain quarantines and break up fistfights in an effort to minimize Ebola's spread.  Picture it:  Uniformed soldiers, trained to fight bad guys, fighting a virus. Not fighting ISIS, or ISIL, or the Islamic State (even though Mr. Obama guarantees us it isn't Islamic!), but a virus.  

Oh, I should mention that the Department of Defense just named our military action in Iraq.  We have to name these actions, you see, because we just do.  If we don't the Defense Department gets their panties all in a wad.  This one is now named "Inherent Resolve."  Huh?  When does resolve become inherent?  There's been no resolve in this Administration up to now, so we know it can't be inherent.  

But wait, just like the late-night infomercial, there's even more!  Just  yesterday our Vacationer-in-Chief signed an executive order authorizing the Department of Defense to call up our National Guard and Ready Reserve to the tune of up to 4,000 additional troops.  That's because, he said, it might take too long to mobilize our active duty military and get them deployed to West Africa.  

Why would it take too long?  After pink-slipping nearly 100,000 active duty military due to sequestration and almost $1,000,000,000,000  (that's One Trillion Dollars!) of Defense Department cutbacks, he's calling up the reservists because, I believe, there's not enough active duty military to send on this unicorn hunting trip.  Active duty military personnel aren't trained to fight viruses, of course. They're trained to kill bad guys.  But they're not being permitted to do that.  And reservists, who are Wal-Mart managers, lumber yard workers and Verizon cable system installers are even less well trained.  So they're the people our Insurance Salesman-in-Chief wants to send on this one-way trip to oblivion.  And, get this:  They'll receive four whole hours of training!

Is this the very height of insanity?  Is this the absolute dumbest thing an America president ever did?  In the entire history of our country?  Ever?

I think so.

Now, they'll go over there, unprotected, untrained, unable to know what to do and what not to do, and likely get infected. And they'll be pissed at being so monumentally misused by the President they have sworn to follow.  And then they'll bring the virus back home with them.  And infect their families and friends.  I predict that enlistments into our military, Army, Navy, Marines, Air Force and the Coast Guard, will drop like a stone.  And why should they do anything else?  Those desirous of serving their country in uniform are brave but they aren't stupid. They know when they're going to be misused... and abused.

And that, my friends, is "art becomes life," as in "Outbreak," the movie, comes to America.  

Speaking of Outbreak, watch it again and observe the final three minutes.  The medical cell filtering machine they used to separate the blood from the infected monkey belonged to my company.  I actually rented it to Warner Bros. for the movie.  I may be the only guy, besides the movie people, Morgan Freeman, et. al., to have actually made money off a virus that may ultimately kill us all.  Is this "Bizarro World," or what?

And this just in:  Oblamo just appointed an "Ebola Czar." Did he pick a medical professional with management experience?  Ummm, no.  He picked a D.C. partisan insider hack with absolutely no medical experience.  He picked a lawyer lobbyist named Ron Klain, who has served as both Joe "The Sheriff" Biden's and Al "Global Warming will kill us all" Gore's Chief of Staff.  Klain's main claim to fame (kinda rhymes, don't it?) was counting chads during the famed "recount" that made "W" our POTUS.  Oh, and managing the Stimulus Program which made nearly One Trillion Dollars disappear right before our very eyes!  And half-a-billion of those bucks went to his client Solyndra, the failed solar company which was owned and managed by one of Obama's biggest donors and campaign bundlers.  Yeah, that's it.  Pick a lawyer to keep us safe from a virus.  I couldn't make this crap up even if I tried.

So, in closing, I'd like to send along a suggestion to the Democrat National Committee:  The next time you're in the process of selecting a candidate for President of the United States, please do America a big favor; pick someone with a modicum of experience at running something.  Anything.
And maybe a little exposure to our military.  Maybe even someone who has served in uniform.  That would be helpful. And it would make America a whole lot safer.  We could maybe even suffer through an administration led by someone who has actually been in a position of authority and responsibility.  We've had a community organizer for six years now who's never run so much as a 7/11.  For God's sake, pick someone who knows what the Hell he's doing! Please!  What a concept!

(And thanks to Fred Simmer, my old home town classmate and friend, for the suggestion to opine on this important subject.  Keep those cards and letters coming.)

Saturday, October 11, 2014

The Truth About Tax Inversions

You've probably heard about Burger King buying smaller Canadian fast-food chain Tim Horton's.  Horton's is Canada's answer to Dunkin Donuts.  And in an $11.4 billion dollar deal, The "King" has decided to bail on America and move its operational headquarters a couple of thousand miles north. Why?  Let me shine some light on that for you...

America has the absolute highest corporate tax rate in the entire world.  The Universe, actually.  We, America, charge a flat 35% on profits earned by our America-domiciled corps. 35%.  That's a whole lot of shekels, kiddies.  And when compared with the 23% charged by Japan, the previous champ, and the 15% you pay Ireland and Canada, America's more like the Mob than a partner in your success.  

And that's why so many of us are clamoring for tax reform. Lower the tax rates, we demand!  There's an old saying, if you want less of something, just tax it more.  So if we want less tax revenues, we tax corporate profits more.  And that causes the corporations to do exactly what their shareholders demand they do: find ways to lessen the tax bite charged by the IRS.  In fact, corporate CEO's and boards of directors have a fiscal and fiduciary duty to their shareholders to take such steps as are necessary to minimize tax rates so as to increase profits, and thereby returns on investments.  

Let me say that again:  Corporate boards are required to take such steps as prove necessary to maximize returns for their shareholders.  To do less means they'll be updating their resumes post-haste.

One of the ways corporations can use is so-called "tax inversions."  By this practice an American corp can buy an often smaller foreign-domiciled company and then merge with it.  By then moving the newly merged corporate domicile to the other business's country, our corp can stop paying America's tax rates and start paying the foreign nation's.  Or, has recently begun to occur, corporations located in Texas, let's say, or Tennessee, or Nevada, as examples, are buying California corporations and moving their HQ's east.  Same idea, same result.  Imagine: buy a California corporation, move it to a no-tax state, immediately realize a 10+% increase in profits. 

Another method to reduce the tax bite is to leave profits earned overseas...overseas.  According to the most recent statistics, something on the order of $3,000,000,000,000 is languishing overseas because to bring it home would mean an instant 35% tax bite.  Imagine how many jobs could be produced with Three Trillion Dollars!  Wouldn't it make sense to offer corporations a one-time break in exchange for repatriating this huge sum of money?  Of course it would. Will Barry and his sycophants ever do such a thing?  Shame on you for asking.

But our Golfer-in-Chief doesn't like the steps many of our corporations are choosing to take in order to lessen tax impacts. He NEEDS that tax revenue in order to redistribute it to those whose votes he's seeking.  And there's no way he's going to give up tax revenues, even if by doing so he'd increase receipts.  He's frankly just not that bright.  And, importantly, doing so wasn't one of the options covered in Alinsky's book, "The Rules for Radicals," Barry's bedtime reading.  He says that he will therefore instruct the IRS and any other Fed agency to outlaw such activities.  Outlaw them!  
Imagine that.  Outlaw something that isn't against the law, because people are smart enough to use the laws to get around arrogant, selfish, preening bastards who want to punish them for making a profit.  And then stand up in front of a bunch of hipmotized weenies and union goons and bitch about corporations doing what their boards require them to do.  And, what is completely and entirely within our tax laws to do.  

Suggestion to the Democrat National Committee:  The next time you decide to pick a candidate for POTUS, it might be a really good idea to choose one who actually understands something about the principles of economics...  

Monday, October 6, 2014

Taxifornia's Newest 2nd Amendment Outrage!

It is not true that every law passed by the ignorant commie pols in Sacrascrewyou every year are awful, nasty and completely corrupt pieces of festering, Liberal, tree-hugging crap.

Most, but not all.

And this year brings that steaming pile of horsepucky to a new and towering level of complete inane ludicrousness. 

Among the pieces of unbelievably horrid legislation which were not only passed by both the incompetents in the Assembly and the Senate, and signed by our perennial Civil Servant-for-Life Governor Jerry Brown (one of the very few Californians who has never had a real, paying, private-sector job, and likely never will), was Senate Bill 1609 (Gun Violence Restraining Order). Please allow me to ruin your night's sleep by describing this completely obtuse, unconstitutional, wasteful, unnecessary, unworkable, inexplicable and expensive new law that I'm guessing almost nobody will honor. Ready?  Here goes...

Let's say you maintain a residence in another state.  Nevada, let's say.  Or Utah. Or Tennessee.  Or Texas.  States where they don't rape, pillage and plunder your paycheck with outlandish taxes  don't you know?   You have a choice of about 13, but that number is sure to grow.

And let's say you own some guns.  You know, for hunting. Or for target shooting.  Or for self-defense.  Or just because you like collecting guns.  And God knows, you have every right to do so because of a little thing called The Second Amendment to the Bill of Rights.  It's not a privilege, people; it's a right! Get over it, Lefties!

And so while you're living six months and one day in Las Vegas so as to avoid California's onerous state taxes, the absolute highest in the Nation, you decide to come back to the Coast and spend a little quality time with the fam you left behind every now and then.  And you decide to bring your guns with you.  You know, the ones you've bought, and paid for, and passed background checks and paid your DEROS registration fees upon, and enjoyed, and have owned for like YEARS. 

Now, after January 1, 2015, due to this new law, you'll have to stop at the very first FFL (Federal Firearms Licensee) you come upon after arriving in California and turn in your guns. All of them.  And pay a $25.00 per gun fee for new background checks.  And then hand over the guns to the dealer for not less than ten days. Only after this ten day period can you reclaim your guns and continue on with your life.

Got that?  So you have to cough up your paid-for guns, pay for them again, and then do without them for an extended period of time, reason whatsoever!  

Let's say that first stop is in Needles.  And your other home is, say, Huntington Beach.  So, after the ten day waiting period expires, you have to hop in your car and drive the 250 miles back to Needles and recover your weapons.  And then drive back.  500 miles of needless travel, needless expense, and, for those so inclined to believe it, but not me, 500 miles of unnecessary CO2 pollutants puked forth into the atmosphere.  

Or, you might opt to have the guns shipped to a FFL near your home.  But it will cost you somewhere between $75.00 and $125.00, per gun, for shipping and handling.  And that's on top of the $25.00 background check fee.  Outrageous.

Will this make us safer?  Is it likely that a pleasure shooter or hunter will start spraying bullets all around Monrovia, or El Centro, or National City?  Ummm, no.  Is it likely that someone who went through the hassle of undergoing the economic and bureaucratic equivalent of a full TSA pat-down, would then go off the rails and start shooting people? Almost zero, I offer.

So why would the commies in Sacramento want to just mess with your life like this?  My answer is either to a) generate new fees; or b) punish you for being so stupid as to want to own guns.  Or, most likely, c) both.
Oh, and when it's time to go back to your other home in Texas?  Or Salt Lake City?  Or Oklahoma?  And you decide to take your guns with you?  You have to repeat this entire process in reverse!  Visit your local gun shop, drop off your guns and pay the $25-per-gun background check fee.  Then wait ten days, travel back to wherever, and retrieve them once again.Or have them once again shipped at an exorbitant cost.  How many times should we be expected to buy the guns we've already bought?  How many times should we have to pass another background check on our own guns?  How long will it be before their brain-dead drones in the Capitol Building decide we've been punished enough?

Now I don't know for sure, but I'm assuming the National Rifle Association will sue the State over this dumbass law. And they'll likely win, as they almost always do.  And the State will  be forced to overturn the law and pay the NRA a $Million or $Two for their legal fees.  And all the money illegally collected from gun owners will have to be returned back to the people who've been scammed out of them.  But will that stop the ignorant politicians who keep dreaming up these stupid laws?  I don't think so.  

Remember, it was State Senator Kevin DeLeon, Eagle Rock (Dumbocrat) who was recorded stating that his 10-cartridge maximum-per-magazine law was in reality nothing more than making sure you couldn't have "...a .30 caliber "clip" to kill people with."  Of course, you and I know there are no "calibers" associated with magazines, and that there are no "clips."  Just "magazines, Kevin.  Look it up on YouTube. Most politicians are justifiably hesitant to look like a complete idiot on video.  Not Kevin.  No, not Kevin.  He appears to enjoy it.  

And that, my friends, is the real problem we face; these dimbulbs don't know what they don't know.  They will go over, or under, or around the 2nd Amendment any way they can, any time they can, always and forever.  They never, ever give up!  They won't quit until you have no more guns and no way of protecting yourself from the Bad Guys.  But, more importantly, no way of protecting yourself from, as Thomas Jefferson warned, them!

Think of it, my friends.  Imagine just how compliant as a Nation we'll be when we have no way of rebelling.  No way of protesting.  No way of letting our elected representatives know we don't cotton to their leadership.  And that we want a CHANGE!  No guns, just acquiescence.  That's their goal. Bet on it...

Oh, and I don't want to fail to mention the other gun-grabber outrage that kicked in on October 1st.  Your ex-wife, or mother-in-law, or neighbor, or simply just a busybody down the street can now call John Law and proclaim that you're about to go postal.  And the Fuzz can come to your house and confiscate your guns until a judge has conducted a hearing.  It must occur within 21 days, but there's no reason to believe that the outcome will  be positive.  Gun confiscation without any indication whatsoever that you're a danger to yourself or somebody else except the word of another.  And that "another" can have it in for you and simply want to screw with your life.  

I'm guessing it won't be long before that ex-patriot "other-state" homeowner will simply give up on Taxifornia for good. He'll stop returning to the once-Golden State out of sheer exhaustion.  He'll decide that we're too far gone to warrant any more of his valuable time. Or effort.  Or energy.  Or money.  As I've opined before, I can see a time in the not too distant future when there's nobody left here but sign twirlers and Starbucks baristas.  And that time is just around the corner.

And so I end the way I started.  What's the chances that any gun-owning Californian will accede to this utterly foolish and stupid law?  I'd say somewhere between "slim" and "none." And Slim is out of town.  

"Creating new felons everyday" should be California's new motto...

Wednesday, October 1, 2014


Redskins.  Redskins.  Redskins.  Redskins.  Redskins. Redskins.  Redskins.  Redskins.  Redskins!

There.  I said it.  Over and over.  And, in follow-up to my previous posting (scroll down a bit), I guess I'm a racist.

The Washington, D.C. NFL football franchise has called itself the "Redskins" for more than 75 years.  That's its mascot. Just like Jacksonville has the "Jaguars," New York (which is actually in New Jersey) has the "Jets," and Arizona has the "Cardinals," which used to be the St. Louis Cardinals, until a greedy billionaire sold out to the highest bidder and moved the team.  Under cover of darkness.  Just like the Cleveland "Browns" (isn't that racist?) bolted just after midnight to the East to become the Baltimore "Ravens."  That's another story, so don't get me started on that.

No one actually knows why a football team, or a basketball, hockey, baseball or curling team actually needs a mascot, but they do.  And nobody gave a damn until just recently when political correctness took over America.  

Now, certifiably loony gasbags like Senate Majority Leader Harry Reid make it a point to puke forth rambling, incoherent speeches in the Well of the Senate arguing that the Washington Redskins should be required, forced to change their name.  That's because the name "Redskins" is pejorative, don't you know.  It's... 


When did it become racist?  When five Native Americans decided to sue (or were coerced to do so) because they were offended, they said.  And they were offended, most likely, because empty suits like Reid cajoled them into feeling that way.  And nobody in America these days has to put up with being offended.  If you're offended, you get to sue, and some greedy asshole attorney will take your case.  On contingency, no doubt.  And then some court, under the authority of a lefty commie pinko judge, will rule that you don't have to put up with such nasty, offensive treatment.  And you can demand that a football team with a mascot of more than 75 years duration has to pick a new mascot.  Some have suggested they change their name to the Washington "Foreskins."  Or perhaps the Washington "Liberals."  Or maybe the Washington "Politicians."  Those last two names are even more offensive to me that the one in question.  But that's just me.  

So the pols won't give up the ghost on this one.  They're going to gnaw, and chew, and tease, and growl until the Redskin's owner changes his mind and picks a new name. That's the way Liberals are.  They never give up!  We Conservatives fight the good fight when fighting's called for. And when the fight is over, we go back to the pharmacy, or the hardware store, or the family farm to resume our toils. 

But not Liberals.  They will go over, or under, or around every obstacle in the pursuit of their goal, however nefarious.  But are they undertaking this effort due to some perceived outrage?  Are they marching forth waving the flag of fairness?

Ummm, no.

Then what, Mr. Chuckmeister, is their rationale for this Quixotic journey?  Glad you asked, my friends.  

They're simply trying to change the subject because of Barry Hussein Obama's failed Presidency.  His foreign policy has failed.  His domestic policy has failed.  12,000,000 of his citizens are permanently out of work and have stopped looking, thanks to him.  47 million Americans, and no doubt quite a few illegal aliens, are now on food stamps, a 40% increase since GWB left office, thanks to him.  The world is laughing at him and his fecklessness.  ISIS is beheading our citizens and giving "O" the finger.  Obamacare would be funny if it wasn't so tragic.  

So, Reid uses the principles of misdirection seen in the play, "The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas."  "Don't look here, look over there," he says.  And by using this little "two-step" tactic he hopes you'll decide not to pay attention to the facts: Obama is a loser.  Reid is a loser.  The Democrat Party is full of losers.  And it will surely be a loser in 30-some days when time comes to visit the polls.  You'll likely wake up on November  5th with the Republicans in control of not only the House of Representatives, but the Senate as well.

And now, today, we hear that the Federal Communications Commission, no doubt at the behest of Obama and Reid, is considering legislation preventing any Federal licensee station, TV or radio, from mentioning the name "Redskins." Sweet.  What are they going to say?  The "Washington Football Team?"  Wait.  There's another football team in Washington.  It's called the "Seahawks."  How about "D.C. Football?"  Former quarterback and former smart guy Phil Simms has already bought into this nonsense by refusing to say the word "Redskins."  Who's next?  It boggles the mind...

Wake up America!  Look at what's really happening.  The name the owner picks for his football team is none of our damn business.  And if Reid, and Pelosi, and Obama are so offended by the "Redskins" name, then let them pony up a $Billion or two and start their own team.  They can name it anything they want.  And if the customers don't turn the turnstyle, then they'll learn that micromanagement of affairs we have no business involving ourselves in will bite us in the ass...