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. 

Again.   

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.  

Right.

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...

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!

"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...