Biden's 2016 Speech

I watched President Joe Biden sit at the Resolute Desk in the Oval Office a couple of weeks back, all prepared to sign yet another tranche of Executive Orders.  I think he's up to about 62 of them by now.  He pulled a pen from his inside jacket pocket, fumbled around a bit, lost in the moment, looked to "Dr." Jill for help, finding none he seemed to give up, and put his pen back in...a different jacket pocket.  Cameras rolling.  Pregnant silence.  Time passed.  Various coughs and mumbles among those in attendance.  You could hear people breathing.  Only to then see Joe pick up a pen from a box of them after being prompted by his seeming co-president Dr. Jill, and a stack of 5" x 7" crib notes somebody had written for him to read.  He picked one up, stared at it for a moment, described to the camera what he was about to sign, as he signed it.  As if it was just as much a surprise to him as it was to all of us.  Because it likely was...

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Many of us have been sounding the alarm about Joe Biden's cognitive competency for more than a year now.  Many of us, myself included, have been doing our level best to warn those around us that their vote last November against their own economic interests just might elect a guy who's lost his fast ball.  Assuming he ever had one.  

Our warnings fell on deaf ears... 

Those of us, myself included, have been warning that Joe is nothing but an avatar, created by those with nefarious intent, to be the empty suit into which they intend to pour socialistic laws, rules, regulations and policies.  We're already seeing many of them, unfortunately.  He is, in my humble, aged opinion, Jerry Mahoney to somebody else's Paul Winchell.  And if you don't recognize those names, look them up.  Google them, and weep.

And while you're Googling, Google Joe Biden's 2016 Democrat Convention nominating speech.  Just Google something like...  "biden 2016 speech."  Just click on it.  Spend a couple of minutes listening.  Or even just a minute.  30 seconds, even.  That's all you'll need.  You'll see much of the Old Joe Biden, speaking forcefully and crisply, eyes wide open, gesticulating masterfully, calling successfully upon more than 40 years of Democrat speechifying, spewing empty calories of political pabulum to any who might listen.   

You've heard the old poker term, "Read'em and weep?"  Well, this is "See'it and weep."  

This is not a question of, "What have they done with the old Joe?"  No, this is simply good ol' Joe, suffering from the ravages of age, with "Early-Onset Dementia" (look it up) clouding his mental acuity.  And now Good ol' Joe, voted President of these here United States, having to read a cue card in order to know what he's been told to sign.  Good ol' Joe, going where he's told, saying what he's told to say, signing what's put in front of him, being led around on a leash by "Dr." Jill.  And then presumably to be parked away in the corner until they need to trot him out for his next heavily scripted appearance.

By whom?  One can only guess.  But I'm afraid we'll soon find out.  For those who chose to vote for, even after numerous warnings, including some closer to me than I'd like, Google up some Joe.  

If you have the courage...

"The Richard"

I'd like to know the name of the guy who let President Richard M. Nixon escape Washington, D. C. without being impeached.

"The Richard" was guilty, we know.  He was a bad man.  A very bad man.  That's what we're all told.  And so, we shouldn't have allowed him to simply resign.  He should have been charged, and impeached, and found guilty, and frog-marched down the Capitol Steps, and then tarred and feathered and run out of town on a rail.

But they didn't get to do that.  And we know that the Democrats in Congress just have to be "triggered."  They need some payback.  Sort of like the payback they're trying to get against "The Donald" right now.  By impeaching him even though he's long gone from Foggy Bottom.  Even though he's enjoying himself playing golf at Mara Lago, he must be punished, and our friends there in the Democrat Party are the ones to mete it out.  

With extreme prejudice. 

Have you heard that  "The Bill" De Blasio, New York City's erstwhile Mayor-for-the-Moment, whose real name is Warren Wilhelm, Jr., who must have assumed this alias to escape some past prosecution, has tried to shut down the Central Park ice skating rinks which the Trump Organization operates, just to punish New Yorkers and spite Trump?  There's a Democrat in Congress who's even gone so far as to put forth legislation preventing Trump from being buried in Arlington Cemetery.  And to have his name on any future currency.  Yeah, that oughta' fix him!  

And just like The Donald, we must also punish "The Richard."  You know, Richard M. Nixon, one of our former Republican POTUS-ES.  So I suggest we trundle on over to Whittier, CA where he was planted, dig his ass up, cart him off to D.C., preferably on a train, with whistle stops at every small town all across America.  And then impeach him.  And find him guilty.  Preordained.  And then, like Cromwell, cut off his head, place it on a pike, and display it above the Capitol entrance.  For ten years.  Or for 20.  Just like Cromwell.

I've always believed that if a little bit's good, a whole lot ought to be better.  And that you'd better be careful for what you want, for you just might get it.  Those two old aphorisms are in play here.  I suggest the Democrats be happy they won, and get about the business of running the peoples' business.  Else they just might find they got exactly what they wanted.  And once they've picked it up, they simply cannot lay it down...

The "Anti-Self Defense League"

Gun owners should not be paranoid unless the Government is after them.  And the Government, it appears, is really, really after them...

Some might be surprised that there is a major chunk of our population that just cannot physically stand the fact that our citizens should be permitted to buy and own and use a firearm.  I mean, they just abhor the fact that some of us wish to trundle on down to the local gun store, which they want eliminated, and whip out the old plastic, and buy themselves a gun.  And some ammo.  They actually buy ammo, too!  And they use it!  Shooting all hither and yon, with no concern at all for those whose feelings they're hurting, or for those in other states that might be shot as a result. 

Well, I'm here to tell you that they are pissed, and the political party to which they belong has just won a majority in both Houses, and also the Presidency.  And so, they've set about crafting a new and all-encompassing piece of legislation to try and keep Mr. Redneck from exercising his Constitutional Rights.  Which brings us up to today...

Their "Anti-Self Defense League" has been formed and is looking for new members.  Representative Sheila Jackson-Lee, the little Black lady from Houston with the very, very big mouth, has just dropped a piece of legislation we firearm owners have been nervously awaiting since O'Biden became Resident.  It's entitled, "The Sabrica Sheikh Firearm Licensing and Regulatory Act."  Who is Sabrica Sheikh, you might ask?  So did I.  She apparently was a Palestinian exchange student who was accidentally shot and killed by errant gunfire in Santa Fe a couple of years back.  It seems Mzzzz. J-L couldn't be bothered to name her gun control act after an American.  After all, about a forty or fifty are shot every weekend in Chicago, and at least 7 or 8 die.  That's how bad it's gotten...

Anyway, Mzzzzzz. Jack-Lee, presumably with the help and assistance of every gun hater in D.C., purports to solve Every. Single. Gun. Problem. In. America.  And the Act names them all, one-by-one.  And I shall summarize their little wet dream for you here:

     -  First, according to Mzzz. J-Lee, we may no longer possess any gun which is not registered with the Federal Gummint.  And since no guns are currently registered with the Federal Gummint, because the Founding Fathers wanted it that way, Mzzzzzzz. J-Klee would order the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives to come up with a registration program, and give it only 3 months to do so.  And we, the American People, would be given that same 3 months in which to register all our firearms.  

Wha...?

Annnnd, this new registration of all gun owners, which is unconstitutional, BTW, would be "...made available to all members of the public and all branches of the military."  Why it should be your neighbor's bizz whether or not you own a gun, Mzzzzzzzzz. Ja-Cklee chooses not to tell us.  And why the military should be permitted to also know, given the hard-and-fast limitations of the Posse Comitatus Act of 1878 (look it up!), is not revealed to us plebes.  It should be.  Now.

     -  Next, we'd be given an as-yet unidentified period of time to turn over to the State, via an enforced buy-back program, all then unregistered guns.  How the Gummint could arrange to "buy back" something it never owned in the first place is some of the legerdemain the Democrats are using to push this piece of horses*it through Congress.  I simply cannot wait to hear them explain this one.

     -  Now then, we'd have to turn over all our ammunition magazines to the State which hold more than 10 rounds.  It should be known there are millions and millions and millions of magazines in peoples' hands which hold more than 10 rounds.  And very few which don't.  Perhaps as many as One Billion Magazines.  How they'd be "turned over" is yet to be announced.

     -  Not to leave shotgun fans out of the mix, Mzzzzzzz. Jackle-L wants you to know that all gauges above .410 will now be illegal, and you'll have to sell the Gummint your 12 and 16 and 20 gauge shotguns you used to use to hunt ducks and quail and pheasant and geese with.  Why?  Because they can.

     -  You may no longer possess a .50 caliber weapon, or the ammunition it fires.  Now then, .50 caliber weapons are currently legal in most of our Red states, and Mzzzzzzzzz. Ja-kleee is pissed about that.  They can't be allowed to have any fun, anymore, at all.

     -  Mzzzzz. J-L goes on to mention that it would be made a felony for anyone under the age of 21 to own or use or touch a firearm.  Presumably even to say the word "firearm."  No exceptions.  And if a person currently legally owns a firearm, and is under the age of 21, he/she/it must turn in that weapon within 3 months.  And what if the under-21 person is both in the military and owns a firearm?  Too bad.  Felony.  Turn it over.

     -  This piece of legislation goes on to punish members of the military who might contract PTSD, as it specifically outlaws the ownership of firearms by anyone with a brain disease, like cancer, or epilepsy, or Parkinson's Disease, or is medicated for such maladies, such as the examples it states.  Again, unconstitutional, but why should that stop them?

     -  Want to buy a firearm?  Be prepared to pay an annual fee of $800 for liability insurance in case you or your firearm might cause damage.  Yeah, unconstitutional.  You think this might be unfair to poorer citizens who wish to exercise their Constitutional Rights?  Too damn bad.    

     -  One of my personal favorites, Mzzzzzzzzzzzz. Jackson-Lee makes it mandatory for all persons desirous of purchasing a firearm to be given a psychological evaluation, interviewed and approved by the FBI.  Plus, their wife/husband/significant other must also undergo such an evaluation, as must at least two other members of their family.  And, if the prospective gun owner was divorced, all ex-spouses must be interviewed, as well as all current and previous employers.  Unconstitutional, again.  But creative, yes?

You think they might be trying to make it tough to buy a gun?

     -  And last but far, far from least, if you choose to ignore or violate this new Law, you'll receive a fine of NOT LESS than $50,000, and spend NOT LESS than 10 years in prison, and most likely BOTH.  

Lemme' see here.  You can burn down a courthouse and not be charged, with anything, but holding a gun while under 21 gets you ten (10) years in prison?  Who gave these people the keys?

POSTSCRIPT:  It should be noted that Mzzzzzzzz. Jack-Lee's piece of legislation has yet to garner any co-sponsors.  None at all.  Seems no other Democrat is quite as ignorant as this foul-tempered leach...

For Every Action...

Remember Cecil the Lion?

Yeah, he was the really, really old lion that hung around the game preserves of Botswana.  That's in Africa.  The Dark Continent, you know.  Perhaps they need some electricity...

I hear wind and solar work well.

Anyway, Cecil really screwed the pooch one day.  He wandered off his uber-safe game preserve and away from his pride of lionesses-ses, and into the sights of one Cinnncinncinciinnatti dentist who was looking for a yuuuuge prize to hang on his wall!  Our dentist friend was doing nothing wrong, except attempting to shoot a lion, which he had had waited his whole life to do, and for which he'd saved up his money to fund, for which he paid upwards of $50,000, and for which he had a permit to shoot, and in a place where lions hang out.

What could possibly go wrong?

Except he had failed to check the latest listing of "Social No-No's" back home.  Somewhere along the line it became socially unacceptable to go hunting, and most particularly the hunting of old lions, especially those 8,000 miles away.    So at the top of this list must have been "Thou must not shoot lions!"  So when he pulled the trigger and Cecil bit the dust, our dentist friend had instantly become persona non grata to the entire world! 

His wife divorced him.  The state of Ohio revoked his medical license.  He lost his lease and his business.  His hygienist stopped hygienicizing.  He went bankrupt.  All because somebody, or several somebodies, decided that shooting a lion should absolutely result in him being "cancelled."  For he surely was.  As a matter of fact, have you heard of him since?  Anything?  At all?

My point.

Oh yeah, back to the title of this particular posting.  Because of the backlash due to Cecil's killing, and because the vast majority of Big Game hunters come from America, Botswana could not give a Lion License away because no one wanted to be cancelled like our dentist friend.  And in the two years following this sad event, lions, which had been professionally overseen by state-appointed Preserve Franchises with the excess animals culled via proper herd and pride management, were permitted to grow out of control.  To the extent that more than 200 local villagers became the Evening Buffet for Cecil's relatives until this all died down (you'll forgive the expression) and proper lion hunting resumed.

And the sharing of license fees from Big Game hunting would once again not only be collected, but shared with the dozens of local tribes.  In most cases their only source of income.    

So some elitist socialite in Ohio got "triggered" because Cecil got shot, and 200 poor African villagers got eaten because lions were no longer being "triggered."  

Remember the title of this blog posting?  "For every action?"  Yeah, well, I think we can wrap a ribbon around this one with, "..there is an equal and opposite reaction." 

The Trump Impeachment Channel...

What are the Democrats going to do now that this second faux-impeachment trial is over and The Donald has departed Foggy Bottom?

I'm betting they've dreaded its conclusion, as thereafter they'll have to rely on recordings to relive those glorious days.  How long has this been going on?  Weeks?  Sure seems like it!  I'm guessing our friends at MSPMS and the Clinton News Network will be playing video cuts from this "trial" for weeks.  And from the Capitol "riot."  Months.  Years, even.  I mean, every TV network besides Fox and a couple of other little ones have been making bank on Trump for at least five years.  They've been "All Trump, All The Time!"  24-7.  Ad infinitum.  So what are they going to do now?  They'll have to...GULP!...report the news?  

Puleeeeze!  Instead of trying to make these Left-wing lifestyle channels act like real, honest-to-God news channels, and given that the Democrats amongst us are getting a cathartic buzz off this clown show, I say, why not give them more of what they crave?

I suggest that some hedge fund $Billionaire or two start the "Trump Impeachment Channel."  It could roll unending footage of the Democrat Impeachment Managers making their long, exhaustive, tiresome charges in each of the two ill-fated impeachments, and the Capitol "riots" for posterity.  Although I doubt they could reasonably be called "riots."  More like "protests," I'd say.  Sort of like the "protests" that broke out in Portland and Seattle and New York City and Minneapolis and Rochester and so many other Big Blue Cities all summer long.  

Except less deadly.  By far.  So long as we're counting here, we incurred more than $2 Billion Dollars worth of damage to our largest and oldest and "bluest" cities during these incessant "protests," along with 5 police officers killed and more than 2,100 wounded.  "Protests?"  Ummm, I don't think so... 

Anyway, this Channel could be there forever so that Democrats, even after this is all over, whether or not The Donald comes back to town to haunt them ever again, they can watch it late at night and revel in just how great they handled this whole thing.  Sort of like political porn.  

Trying to remove a man who'd been removed.  Hadn't they noticed?  I'd say eye exams are in order for these bozos...

So anyway, "The Impeachment Channel" could even boast a few moderators, and guest pundits, and authors, and statesmen (and women and members of the other 55 genders), to comment on how the trial went, and how they could have done it better, and why "The Donald" is perhaps the very worst person who ever lived.  The Channel could even have a segment on which former Presidents could be dug up and impeached for perceived "crimes" while they served.  Starting with Richard M. "The Richard," Nixon.  How'd he get out of town without being impeached, anyway?  Didn't he erase something?  "Impeach him!" 

Anyway, just an idea.  I have lots of them.  I come up with them all the time.  Old age, drugs, alcohol and a tinge of insanity causes that.  And some I write about on this unassuming little blog.  As by now you no doubt know.  

God, it must be amazing being you...

Why Brady Won The Super Bowl...

If you'd like know why Tom Brady won the Super Bowl, I'm here to tell you.

He eats grass.

Tom Brady, and his supermodel wife Gisele, eat all sorts of naturally-occurring fruits and vegetables and extra-lean meats, prepared by his own private chef.  Who only eats naturally-occurring extra-lean meats and vegetables.  Only.  Let me repeat that.  These two people, perhaps manufactured by some alien power, most likely in some distant star cluster (Sirius B, perhaps?), along with their perfect children, only eat vegan stuff.  Only.

I've read their menu, which left me with cold sweats and several nights of recurring nightmares.  I was going to type it out for you here, however the mere thought of eating this farfala made my fingers go numb.  I could not make them hammer out the letters.  The thought made me want to...puke.

I should insert here that the Kansas City Chiefs quarterback does not eat grass.  But then again, he didn't win the Super Bowl, either.  What should we deduce from this?  I leave that to you...

I have it on good authority that whenever Tom and Gisele and the little ones get hungry whilst driving along in their Rolls-Royce Mulliner Park-Ward Silver Ghost Corniche Heritage Edition Droptop Coupe in Celestial Azure, and get that late afternoon gnawing feeling, which comes from eating stuff with no caloric value, they just pull over to the side of the road.  And graze.  Yes, they eat grass.  No, not the kind that every state now is trying to legalize, and profit from via heavy taxation.  No no, just your regular, everyday, in your yard, grass.   That stuff growing naturally alongside the road.  Your road, perhaps.  They try and do so without publicity, I might add.  

Grazing for superstars is not a good look... 

I also hear the grasses cultivated on the Long Island Expressway are some of their favorites.  However, those featured around Tampa are gaining in their favor.  

I've been thinking about it.  I'm too old to play professional football now, but if I could, I just might consider adopting Tom's lifestyle.  No, not eating grass; living with a supermodel... 

Update From Fortress Chuckmeister...

You'll all be pleased to know that Fortress Chuckmeister is fully stocked and ready to go for when "the balloon goes up."  You know, when folks stop talking with each other and start shooting at each other.  Civil War "Part Deux" starts.  Or something similar.

Yep, we've searched high and low and managed to fill the larders with at least a year's worth of toilet paper.  And disinfectant wipes.  Yeah, we've got lots of those.  And bottled water.  And lots of that cardboard food ready in a minute; just add water.  And ammunition.  Of all calibers.  Not only for The Chuckmeister's guns, of which he has many, but for those of my expected Fort-mates.  For when the Balloon Goes Up, once again...

Oh yeah, and wine and liquor and booze of all types.  Lots and Lots of it.  Gotta' have that, now don't we?  Seems like sometimes nothing can fix something somebody else broke, unless there's a good shot or two (or nine) of one of those adult beverages nearby.

And the moat is finally dug (thanks to all the volunteers!), and is filling with wa-wa as this is written.  Won't be long before it's full and we'll have to install the drawbridge.  Anyone know how I can get some alligator eggs?

So I've already notified the Clan as to their marching orders; what to pack, how to act, etc.  All that's necessary for when the Bad Guys seek to separate us from even more of our Constitutional rights.  Like they've been doing a little bit every single day for most of the past several decades.

Remember the story of the frog in the pot?  You toss a frog into a pot of boiling water and he'll hop right back out.  Any self-respecting frog would.  But if you put a frog in a pot of water and slowly turn up the heat he'll sit there, quietly, until he turns a bright, cherry red.  I hope we're not like that.  I'm not like that.  My Clan is not like that.

Don't you be like that...

However, things have changed rather dramatically over the past few months, I'm sure you'll agree.  You may have heard the Democrats re-took the White House and the Senate, while keeping the House.  That means we normal people are in for a ration of s**t for the next four years.  And that means we have to prepare for the uprising that's sure to follow.  Not from their election, mind you, that happens; but from their post-electoral actions and activities and excesses.  They've made it known they're coming for us, so we need to be ready for them.

Anyway, back to the matter at hand.  You need to know that when the bullets get ready to fly, just make your way to Fortress Chuckmeister.  Each of my Sons-in-law have their own assigned windows to guard.  However, others who make reservations to join us will be assigned tasks in support of our collective defense, under orders of your Commander-in-Chief, The Chuckmeister.  That would be "Moi."  A trained assassin, BTW (thank you, U.S. Army!).  And an Eagle Scout with 33 merit badges.  And an Oak Leaf Cluster.  And a God and Country Award.  So you can be sure that we will be ready to parry the onslaught.  And I, for one, cannot wait.  

First come, as they say, first served (Heh, heh, served, get it?).

So, fellow Patriots, as the guy once said, "The tree of liberty needs to be refreshed with the blood of tyrants from time to time." *  (I sure hope them there tyrants don't make that necessary...)     

*  Tom Jefferson said that, in case you forgot. 

His Head on a Pike?

Watching the Democrats flail around aimlessly in their attempt to impeach ex-POTUS Donald J. Trump for the second time, even after he's long gone, brings to mind the events of 17th Century England (the penalty you must now endure for my having undergone a good, solid liberal arts education, I would presume).  

You might find that a bit strange, what with trying to compare the Democrats' attempting to erase every single vestige of Trump's footprint on our lives with the drama that unfolded after England's King Charles 1st's untimely death.  Well, actually it was "timely," in that he was beheaded, so I guess they knew when the axe would fall.  One would assume.

That drama unfolded after the defeat and beheading of Chuck The Uno during the English Civil War.  Oliver Cromwell became Lord High Protector and ruler of the English Commonwealth following this event.  Cromwell, who had been the King's consigliere, took the opportunity of his death to seize power.  However, his rule was such a fustercluck that he was universally despised by all, causing all sorts of angst and anger among the populace.  He then up and died on September 3rd, 1658 of natural causes and was given a public funeral at Westminster Abbey equal to those of monarchs who came before him.  His son Richard succeeded him.  Charles The Two was recalled from exile and the monarchy was re-imposed.

It should be noted that the hate for Cromwell was so deep-seated among the cognoscenti back then that the Parliament ordered the disinterment of the elder Cromwell's body.  He was then tried for treason, found guilty, and posthumously executed.  Posthumously.  That means after he'd been dead for years.  He was ordered to be hung "from morning till four in the afternoon" before being cut down and beheaded.  His head was then placed on a 20-foot spike in front of Westminster Hall.  

For a long, long, long time.

In 1685 a yuge storm broke the pike upon which Cromwell's head was displayed, throwing it to the ground (although sources list the date as having happened anywhere between 1672 and 1703).  It was thereafter lost to private collections.  

It was later recovered on March 25, 1960, and buried at Cromwell's alma mater Sidney Sussex College.

It would seem to me that the moral of this story is that the monarchy (supplant Congressional Democrats here) so hated this civilian interloper's having had the temerity to assume the throne that they wished to punish him so terribly, so awfully, so completely that neither he, nor any other member of his political class, would ever presume to try this ever, ever, ever again.  They wished to humiliate him so indelibly that people "like him" would never again try to rise from the masses and assume the mantle of leadership.  They couldn't try him and kill him, so they dug him up and tried him and "killed" him again, ceremoniously, so their hatred could be expunged.

Do you see any similarity between these events of nearly 400 years ago and the events unfolding today, as we speak, under the Capitol Dome in Washington, D.C.?  They couldn't "get" The Donald before he left town, so they're going to "get" him after he's gone?  Do you support this?  Are you happy to be paying for this?  You are, you know.  And if you're not happy about it, make your voices heard.  

"Peaceably and patriotically..."

Why do I burden you with all this history?  Unless or until it becomes socially acceptable to put Trump's head on a pike, like Cromwell's, I'd suggest we'd best pay attention to history lest we be forced to repeat it...    

Hey! I've Got A Question!

As an informed American, I've been waiting with baited breath (just a saying there, folks) for somebody, somewhere to ask a question.  A key question.  A question for which the answer could be costly.  For school districts everywhere.  Explanation?  Sure...

I think I recall that we pay for our schools out of our property taxes.  Taxes which the counties, or cities in some cases, religiously collect from us.  Forever.  So long as we own a piece of dirt.  And a major part of those property taxes are levied to pay for our schools.  "Major" as in 80% or 90%.  "Major," as in upward of $10,000 a year in cities like New York, and San Franpoopco, and Seattle, and Chicago, and, and, and.  Cities that have run up huge debts over the years which only gouging the property owners with enormous taxes can cover.  

That's why they've bitched so much about Trump's 2018 Tax Plan.  It disallowed all deductions over $10k for sales and property taxes (look for O'Biden to change that post-haste).  Our elementaries, our middles, and our highs.  All of them.  The buildings themselves are built and maintained from our taxes.  The teachers and assistants and janitors and the little old ladies in the cafeteria.  All paid for by our taxes.  And the administrators to oversee all of this rampant bureaucracy are also paid.  Dearly.  By our property taxes.  So long as they're public schools, open to the public, which our kids simply MUST attend, or we parent will be frog-marched by the local sheriff to the hoosegow, they're paid for by our property taxes.  

But you may have noticed something.  Most of our schools are now closed.  In fact, the vast majority of the schools in our biggest and bluest cities, where 75% of our population lives...are closed.  It seems the teachers unions in those cities are afraid to teach our kids so long as a single Coronavirus virus could be found anywhere in America.  Even though they are presumably aware that the odds against contracting the virus for adults is just a tad less than one in 1,000, and succumbing to that ailment is not quite one in 1,000, which, by the way, is much lower than the common flu, they will not go back to work.  Even though $140 Billion Dollars was already puked forth by us taxpayers last year to modify and rebuild and polish and tweak our schools to make them safe, for unions, they're still unsafe.  For unions.  And they won't be safe for these big-city union folks, in my opinion, until lounging in your bathrobe, at home, at full pay and benefits, sucking on a Red Bull, like many of them have come to enjoy, can somehow be made socially unacceptable.  

But in the meantime, our taxpayers are paying for something they are not getting.  Some of them are even forced to secure private schooling in order to continue with their work.  At a huge expense.  Somebody is going to sue.  And that somebody is going to win.  And them a whole class action of folks from around America will join in the suit and a thousand school districts will be forced to pay out $Billions.  To taxpayers.  Ummmmm, from, presumably, increased taxes upon those same...taxpayers.  To pay the...taxpayers...

You see just how crazy this whole thing is?

The good news I guess would be that just before America declares bankruptcy from all of this, O'Biden's America will step in and bail out all the school districts.  For a few $Trillion.  On top of the nearly $30 Trillion Dollars that we already owe.  When do we then become Venezuela and start eating our zoo animals?  That, my friends, is the $64 Trillion Dollar Question...

The Adults Are In The VA...

So being one of those AAA's (Aged American Adults), I found myself in need of a vaccination.  For a virus.  Unleashed by China.  Because it was pissed off we were kicking its ass in trade negotiations.  But that's another story...

Anyhoo, being an AAA, I found my in need of one of those shots.  An inoculation. To protect me against what they call the Coronavirus, and I call the Chinese Wuhan Killer Coronavirus.  I live in California, unfortunately, and so I'm forced to interact with those in charge of doling out this apparently uber-rare vaccine, purchased and paid for by the Federal Government, and given to the states to give to us.  And watching them try to do so, and I emphasize "try," in anything like an organized fashion, is reminiscent of that clown car you saw at the circus.  

Somebody cranked up a website by way of which we were supposed to register for the vaccine.  A bush-league website if ever I've seen one.  We were given a time that registration could commence, and a number of sites where the shots would be administered.  I dialed up the website, on time, as directed, picked a time and location, and set to work.  

There was five or six pages of medical questions we needed to fill out, one at a time, before we could continue.  And sometimes the wait for the system to acknowledge our request to continue, from screen-to-screen, was several minutes long.  And then, finally, after completing this never-ending questionnaire, the system would tell us...that all shots available for that day and time and location were all spoken for...and crash.  Sorrreeee! (NOT!).  

We then had to begin all over again, from the start, as if we'd just signed in.  I did this for 5 hours one Saturday a couple of weeks back.  Five hours.  With no luck.  Apparently, there were another 50,000 or so Riverside Countiers who found themselves in the same boat.  

We screamed bloody murder!  And they heard us, surprisingly!  And then a few days later they opened up another day of shots.  I signed in.  And the fun began.  Again and again, I would get almost to the screen where it would grant me a day and time for my inoculation.......and then DUMP!  Again and again.  For three more hours.  8 hours in all I'd spent trying to arrange a shot for this dreaded and dratted bug, and all without success.  Was I pissed?  Ummmm, yes.  Yes, I was pissed.  Pissed at this bug, pissed at the Chinese, pissed at our Boy Guv for presiding over this fustercluck, pissed at the teen-ager who must have written the dumbass computer program we all spent hours and hours trying to use, without success, and pissed at myself for living in a state where they would permit such crap as this to take place.  

And then make us all pay for it...

And then...  As if by accident, I happened to notice a blurb in my email that the Veterans Administration was offering a limited bunch of shots.  Those wishing to sign up were given a number.  I, being a veteran, and one who saved America from communism, almost singlehandedly if you hadn't heard, called the number.  I got the appointment post-haste.  I arrived at the VA in Loma Linda 15 minutes before appointment time yesterday, as advised.  I signed in and started to sit down.  They called my name before I could do so, ushered me into a treatment room, administered the shot, made me stay seated for 15 minutes to make sure I had no adverse reactions, scheduled an appointment for Shot No. 2 and turned me loose.  In and out - 35 minutes.  Notice something missing here?  Drama.  Just complete and total program professionalism.  On all levels.  Top to bottom.  Everyone knew exactly what they were supposed to do.  And did it.  No missteps.  No unnecessary motions.  Very military.  Thankfully.  Exactly what's missing in Sacramento these days.  

Oh yeah, and they valet parked my car.  

Somehow today made the pain I felt from those push-ups I did way back in basic training hurt just a little bit less...     

Army Intelligence

My Army intelligence training (you'll forgive the oxymoron) taught me that things won't necessarily get better all by themselves, if all we do is just hang around for awhile and wait.

No, things won't necessarily get better.  We Americans have come to expect that things will automatically get better, no matter what they are.  Hurricane?  No sweat.  Throw a $Billion at it and it'll go away.  Tornado?  Same deal.  A $Billion will salve most any wound.  Flood?  We don't care.  Those flooded are usually farmers, and farmers don't vote the right way, so screw them.  Just kidding, there (not)!  Floods are "fixed" with tax money as well.  Just borrow another $Billion or two from China and spread it around on whoever's bitching at the time.  Anyway, the Second World War conditioned us, the Proud Americans, to assume that no matter how bad things are today, they'll automatically get better tomorrow.  Or the next day.  

Or the day after that, latest.

That's one of the reasons we've taken this whole pandemic thing so hard.  Remember, if you will, we were told to go home and lock the door and pull down the shades for two weeks to "slow the spread."  And then we did so, trusting indelibly in the words of our sage elected (and in the case of Drs. Fauci and Birks, unelected) leaders.  Well, we did.  And then the goal posts were moved.  And we were then ordered to wear masks.  That was after we were told that masks don't work.  And we were told to sanitize ourselves anytime we came in contact with another human.  Which we've done everything in our power to now avoid.  Domino's is bragging on its ability to get you a pizza without human contact of any kind.  Am I supposed to be happy about that?  The goal posts moved once again.  And even THAT isn't good enough, as entire states are locked down now, including my own.  

Just think about it: Disneyworld is open, Disneyland is closed.  California is closed, Florida will host the Super Bowl today.

Things are not getting better.  They weren't so sage, now were they?

And then The Donald invited a million of his closest friends to join him on the Capitol Mall and the World Came To An End.  A few of the visitors decided to break in the Capitol, which makes me wonder where the more than 27,000 cops in an around the D. C. area were hanging out that day.  That's how many were available in the Capitol Police, the Park Police, the Metropolitan Police Department and the Secret Service.  And that doesn't include the National Guard, of course, which was requested by the Park Police as backup, but denied by infamous Lefty Mayor Bowser.  

Available but unutilized. 

BTW, late breaking news is that they Capitol Police received warning on January 4th that an uprising was planned.  Two days before the "uprising."  The reason why they apparently didn't pass that info along to others is currently unknown.  But this fact alone means Trump didn't incite an insurrection.  The insurrection was already planned... 

Anyway, I don't think things are going to get better.  Not until or unless the Democrats drop the faux-outrage and decide to make nice with Republicans.  There are 74 million of them who voted, after all.  And that hasn't happened yet, and Pelosi's words and deeds gives me no expectation that it will.  She's impeached The Donald again.  What's that old adage?  "The definition of insanity is doing a thing over and over again expecting a different result."  This will backfire.  In their faces.  You want backlash?  Just watch the backlash from a previously-docile chunk of our population.  Who are armed.  And considered dangerous.  

So I'd suggest you all get ready for what I expect will be a bumpy ride.  Have plenty of cash on hand, at least six weeks worth of food and water in the larder, and a firearm you know how to use, plus ammo, at the ready.  Plenty of ammo.  And if you hate guns more than you love your own life and that of your family, be sure to make friends with a nearby Troglodyte neighbor who disagrees with you on that point and is armed to the teeth.  Both of your lives may depend upon it.  

Remember, there's no law that says we Americans are special.  There's no law that says America won't go down in flames if those in charge set it on fire.  They proved that all last summer when 48 of our oldest and "bluest" cities burned.  Which the Democrats in charge somehow failed to notice.  And there's no law that says we Americans cannot protect ourselves if and when our Government either cannot, or will not, protect us.  Remember, we hired it to do just that.  And the day it proves it cannot, Thomas Jefferson told us we should.  And if you don't think there are militias of angry, right-leaning Constitutionalists just waiting for the chance to face off against a failed state, or one they can assist in failing, you're dangerously uninformed.

Remember the play, Les Miserables?  Yeah, it portrayed a true event.  The French decided that a monarchy just wasn't working for them.  And the peons with torches and pitchforks stormed the battlements.  And it could happen again...

I pray that time won't come.  But I'm prepared in the event that it does.  Are you?  A word to the wise should be sufficient...

The Fabulous Warthog

I've decided that I'd like to have an A-10/2 Thunderbolt.

Oh, I know, most guys like me would prefer an F-18 Hornet.  Or an F-16, at least.  Or perhaps even that "Top Gun" F-15 Eagle.  But even though it's "low and slow," as they like to say when denigrating this stallion of the air, I'll choose the famous A-10 for my preferred fighter plane.

What, you think I'm dumb for wanting a fighter plane?  You think maybe I should want a Corvette instead?  Or a Furrarrari, perhaps?  Why do I jump right straight to a fighter plane?

I mean, people can win the lotto, right?

Anyhoo, the A-10 is the brute of the airways.  Commonly called the "Warthog" by both friends and detractors, because it's down right ugly, the "Hog" has been a fixture on the scene for more than 30 years.  The reason is clear: it packs the Biggest Punch ever mounted on an airplane.  It features the 123mm GAU-8 Avenger, 7-barrel rotating cannon, capable of firing 3,900 rounds of some of the fiercest-looking, depleted uranium armor-piercing ammunition the world has ever seen.  The A-10 can immobilize a tank from 6,900 yards away!  Each round weighs about two pounds and is about the size of a beer bottle!  Each shot from this awesome cannon costs the U. S. Taxpayer $11,200.   This plane's airframe is so rugged it can carry enough firepower to take out no less than 16 battle tanks.  In fact, the airplane is designed around the gun.  The pilot sits offset to port, and the barrel of the rifle sits to his starboard at 9 o'clock.  That's because the recoil from this baby if the cannon were centered on its axis, would turn the plane on its side.  This cannon is 18 feet long!  Think about that, kiddies!  A plane wrapped around a cannon!

The Warthog is sub-sonic, with a top speed of about 420 mph.  But that's enough to have made it the P-51 Mustang of the skies (and also about the same speed, too!).  It's the No. 1 resource called upon for close air support when our troops are pinned down.  It can fly slow enough to ferret out the Bad Guys, and then lay down a withering layer of cannon or rocket fire to free up our guys in the field.  And as a former soldier, I can tell you there's nothing like the sound of a "Hog" coming in at treetop level all ready to blow the s**t out of the Bad Guys.  And when that cannon begins to fire, the smoke from it is called "The smell of freedom."

And although its low speed might subject it to enemy fire, it's built like a tank to protect the pilot.  It contains more than 150 pounds of titanium cladding around the pilot, permitting him to come in "low and slow" on protection runs without worrying about his own safety.  In other words, this plane can take a beating from enemy fire and keep on flying.  

And they are the acrobats of the air.  Any foreign fighter that tries to match flight characteristics with with a Warthog with get its wings clipped.  Various flight surface and control features enable the Warthog to perform like an acrobatic airplane, almost stopping in air, if needed, with air brakes deployed.  And there's really nothing like the sound of the cannon going off; the "BarrrrruuuuupppPPPPPP" is unmistakable.  Truly this plane has earned its "wings" many times over.

Let's put it this way:  The Warthog will fly on one wing and one engine, full of holes.  And has on many occasions.

The Air Force, having never really warmed up to this baby (it was originally ordered by the Marine Corps!), has tried to kill it a number of times over the years.  They're into the really fast stuff, and tend to feel this plane is more associated with the Army and the Marines.  Which it is.  They're not into to "close air support."  But the Army and Marine generals who have commanded troops in the field know the real value of this dangerous and truly magnificent weapon.  However, I'm happy to report that its just recently received a new lease on life.  The "powers that be" have voted to keep the Warthog in their inventory well into the next decade.

So, I'm guessing the used fighter plane lots won't have any well-worn Warthogs for sale on them anytime soon, which is just as well; I haven't won the lottery yet...

Just Erase 2020

Hey Joe!  Erase 2020!

You, our 46th President of These Here United States, temporarily at least, until Karmala finds you puttering around in the Rose Garden and 25th Amendments your bony old ass.  You, who are so damn fond of writing Executive Orders, why don't you write an Executive Order just erasing all of Calendar Year 2020?

Yeah, that was one of my patented long-ish sentences.  I revel in them.  I love them more even than basketball, or pickles.  Or long walks in the rain. 

So Joe, you could make everything semi-okay by just erasing 2020.  It wouldn't matter to most of us, but to our school kids, it could be dramatically important.  Since they've lost the last year, they'll never, ever catch up unless you make this a National Emergency, making it Number 5 of those I think.  I mean, you've already declared the weather a National Emergency, so why don't you pick a real emergency to declare?  Simply make our kids a year older than they ordinarily would have been when they resume school.  That's if school ever resumes.  If the teachers' unions ever permit them to do so.  Which is in major doubt.   

(My favorite is the L. A. United School District's demands for returning.  They include defunding all police, everywhere in the United States, and guaranteeing world peace.  Got that?) 

So little Johnnie will be shaving when he's a sophomore, but what the heck?  Gillette would love the business...   

So you "blue" state goons have (mis)managed to so screw up the year 2020 that millions are without jobs.  Millions are underemployed.  Millions of parents cannot work properly because their kids aren't in school.  And millions of kids aren't learning, and haven't learned, because they've been forced to stare at a computer screen.  And some, more than a few, have committed suicide over it.  They lost a whole school year.  And you bozos are to blame!  You ridiculous fools have so screwed the pooch that there's no repairing 2020.  Just trash it!  Just tell parents that you've erased 2020 and that their kids are just a year older and better prepared to learn once the teachers' unions have successfully received their ransom payments and let our kids back into school...

So far you've proven yourself the willing tool of those who have shoveled campaign donations your way.  And of the "Progressive" idiots who seem dedicated to destroying America from within.  And you've proven yourself willing to sign dozens of Executive Orders, written by who knows whom, why don't who sign an Order that actually does something?  Something positive?

For a change?

On Coping...

That whole "On..." thing that I introduced in a previous blog posting worked so well for me I think I'll do it again.  But this time it's...

"On Coping..."

BTW, I knew Ralph Waldo Thoreau didn't write "On Golden Pond."  It was actually Bill Shakespeare.  I was just kidding.  A joke, kind of.  But you probably knew that...  

Anyway, several of my friends have confided in me recently that they're having trouble coping with the events of the past few weeks.  What with an election that didn't turn out the way they'd hoped and all, and a pandemic that's dramatically altered their lives, and elected politicians who are demonstrating daily that they have no friggin' idea what in God's name they're doing, these folks are not happy.  And on top of that this old geezer in the White House is governing by Executive Orders, written by who knows whom, killing jobs wholesale and inventing new ways to ruin our plebian lives.  

So I, like so many of you, have witnessed these events with displeasure.  The mere act of watching the news now causes me physical pain.  We're talking major migraines here!  And so I've decided, out of pure self-defense, to alter my TV viewing habits.  I have decided to no longer watch wall-to-wall news on TV.  I no longer flip between cable news channels feverishly to find out what they're reporting, and the particular "spin" they're putting on stories.  I no longer obsess over issues and problems and events like I used to.  

In short, I've decided to become an "average American."  One of the 80% of our adults who get their news from Yahoo or Google.  Sadly.

The "average American" doesn't watch wall-to-wall cable news and doesn't obsess over each and every issue and event and occurrence.  For them, not knowing is bliss; no news is good news, in other words.  They proved it in the last election.  And I think they're on to something.  So for me, from now on, or at least until adults resume control over the White House and the doings in D.C., I'm focusing intently on these new interests:

1.     UFO's:  We know they're real because 9 months after that famous July, 1947 crash in Rockwell, New Mexico, both Hil(liar)y and Algore were born.  

2.     Bigfoot:  Those cryptids known affectionally as "Bigfoot," which is a pejorative, are much smarter than humans.  They must be because they've been avoiding humans for centuries.  And avoiding humans is a trait that more humans should also adopt.    

3.     Ancient Aliens:  I've been trying to figure out how ancient Egyptians somehow transported 20-ton blocks of sandstone 40 miles, without the wheel, and then somehow hoisted them up 400 feet in the air and fitted them into place in one of those pyramid thingies, perfectly, without bronze tools or draught animals or unions...   

4.     The Knights' Templar:  Some 700 years ago the Knights' Templar folks were run out of Europe by France's King Phillip (his friends called him "Phil"), with prejudice, and they likely took their treasure with them to Oak Island, where they started a TV show, which we get to watch every Tuesday on the History Channel.  

If you have any suggestions for other areas of interest I might pursue, please let me know.  I'll be forever in your debt...