"Depp v. Heard"

I don't know what I'm going to do with myself.

Now that the "Depp v. Heard" trial is over in Virginia, I won't have anything to watch on TV.  And nothing else on TV is anywhere near as entertaining as this trial's been to watch...

Zowie, Batman!  I've been glued to the old telly while Johnny Depp and Amber Heard are trying to replace actual, physical, personal abuse, like they each alege against the other while married, with expensive, high-powered, well-tailored words of war from $800 an hour divorce lawyers, fired at each other back and forth with staccato bursts of vehemence.  

Jesus!  I've never seen anything like it!  Mzzz. Heard has reportedly spent (invested?) more than $6,000,000 on attorneys so far trying to sue Depp into the Stone Age, and Depp has probably spent as much further sullying Heard's good (?) name.  But I doubt he cares, if he's seeking to reclaim his "good name" in this circus, as he's put forth.  They reeeely don't like each other!  Very much!

Now then, I  have to admit that my first (starter?) marriage was somewhat less than stellar.  Ahem...  If it wasn't, it wouldn't have been my "first."  However, it allowed me to know how it should be done the next time, were there to be a next time, and what sort of woman might likely be able to meet my admittedly lofty expectations.  

And I found one.  Her name was Elaine.  It was a "Sleepless in Seattle" deal.  Literally.  That's enough.  Move along...

And I can assure you I was a bit reticent to get remarried following my first effort.  Once bitten, twice shy, doncha' know.  Yet, Elaine gave me to know I really had no choice.  I had fallen into her web and I might as well submit.

And I did.  And it resulted in nearly 40 years of wedded bliss.  Even though we chose to also be business partners, meaning we spent 24 hours a day together, almost never apart, for four decades.  And notwithstanding the occasional disagreement, mainly over bizz, we managed to run that bizz and produce four lovely daughters and travel the world and drink gallons of wine and make hundreds of friends.  Loving every single minute of it.  And were it not for the cancer that killed her, she'd be here today.  And God, were it so...

Anyway, I'd like this missive to be a love note to my Dearly Departed Elaine.  She's somewhere out there in the Ether now, quite possibly drinking margaritas and playing the slots at an Indian Casino in the Sky with her Mom and Dad, vacuuming up new friends by the dozens, and when I push 'publish,' this love letter will zoom off somewhere out there too.  Kicking around the Cosmos like a BB in a boxcar.  Zinging around until it finds her.  And I'm betting she'll be on the lookout...

So to all those who might be a bit offput by this trial and the awfulness some marriages produce, mine sure didn't.  And I know dozens of married couples who are happy as a saltwater clam.  As least I think they're happy.    

As for me, I'll have to find something else to watch now that this mess has gone to the jury.  I sure can't watch the news, 'cause we know by now what the news will be.  Bad.  And the outlook for tomorrow?  Bad.  For at least the next couple of years at least.  So I'll have to watch the rodeos, or maybe the Smithsonian Channel and learn all about the House of Windsor, because now I'm lost!  

As many of you know, I've lived a life straight out of the Hallmark Channel for the last few years, without all the kissing of course, and I'm looking for a change of pace.  To all you Patriots out there, got any suggestions?

My "Show and Tell"

 I recall my "Show and Tell" event from waaay back in the __ grade.  

Since I'd been enamored with guns of all types since I was about 4 or 5 years old.  And since I came from a part of this great Country where firearm ownership is considered an absolute Right as well as a privilege, I was given a single-shot .22 rifle for my 8th birthday.  And then trained how to use it.  By both my Dad and my Grandfather.  

Kenny Frost was the owner/operator of the "Army/Navy Store" in my home town of Chillicothe, MO.  He was a certified gunsmith, and agreed to take me under his wing as an apprentice at the age 11.  He let me help repair and build custom target and hunting rifles of all types.  So much so that I learned enough to make my own custom varmint rifle.  And it was a thing of beauty.  So much so it just had to be shared...

I was 13 years old, and an 8th grader.  It was "Show and Tell" time at school and my teacher invited us all to bring our favorite item and then give a 3 minute presentation.  I chose my custom rifle.  And the presentation, as I recall, went something like this...

"This is my .270 Winchester varmint rifle.  It was built to shoot accurately way out there to 600 yards and beyond.  I built it myself by combining a barrel, the bolt action, the telescopic sight and the stock.  It has a Timken Bearing Steel "bull" barrel, 28" long, 1" in 16" right-hand twist, ticker than your thumb.  It has a Mauser 98-style magnum bolt action for strength.  I fitted the barrel to the action, and then fiberglass bedded it to the Circassian Fiddleback walnut, full fore end, full cheekpiece stock.  The barrel was "free floated" so it never touches either the stock or the action, and there any innacuracy which might result from changes to moisture or temperature.  

The trigger is from Jaeger.  It was so adjustable that cocking the action and pointing the gun skyward woud discharge the firearm using only the trigger's own weight.  The trigger shoe is from Ace, only the very best.  The telescopic sight is a 10 power Lyman .  The scope mounts are helium filled, for lightness.  Again, only the best.

Back to the stock.  It came from ___, widely regarded as the very best.  He also happens to be my cousin, and he agreed to sell me this flawed blank for cheap, or I couldn't have bought it.  I hand-polished it for more than 60 hours to make it shine so brightly.  And all of this works together just fine.  I can put 5 shots, each more than a quarter-inch wide, into the size of a playing card, at 600 yards.  That's called sub-minute of angle accuracy, which is one inch per 100 yards. 

And then I told my 8th grade classmates that I did all of that for only $120.00!   And about half of that I was able to work off in Kenny's store, helping to build firearms for others.

With this as a background, I later entered, and won, several rifle, pistol and shotgun competitions.  I score 998 out of 1,000 on the rifle range at Fort Leonard Wood, MO, still a course record after more than 50 years.  I was also Range Officer at two separate Army installations, and also Firearms Training Officer for a German shooting club (!).  I've been an avid shooter, collector and proponent of firearms all my adult life, and am a Life Member of the NRA, the oldest public benefit corporation in America (it started in 1877!).  And I'm also a firm believer that just like so-called "hate speech" requires MORE speech, not less.  And that improper or illegal use of firearms requires MORE firearms, not less!  

Ever ask yourself why they are trying so desperately to disarm us?  What do they have in mind?  I'd kind of like to know, wouldn't you?

If Only 5% of the Ducks Were Armed...

Did you know that 7% of our entire U. S. population are military veterans?

Yep, that works out to more than 19,000,000 ex-military.  Surprised?  

And each one of them is trained in the use of firearms, of all types, of course.  Better than any cop who's just graduated after six months from any academy.  Our ex-military were trained enough to protect you and me from all enemies foreign and domestic while they were serving in uniform.  And trained enough to remember how to protect themselves and their families now that they're back home.  Remember, they have kids too!  And those kids attend schools.  The very same schools they would all love to help defend, most likely. 

And that's what I'm suggesting:  

Hire our military veterans to provide School Resource Officers, all across the fruited plain. 

Further, did you know that as of 2020 fully 13.34% of our population between the ages of 55 - 64 are retired military?  They've served at least 20 years in uniform and are now ready for a second career.  

And if that statistic surprises you, consider that 43.92% of our folks 75 and over are retired military!  Almost half of them!  And on top of that remarkable statistic, more than 200,000 veterans depart our military service every year!  Clearly, we have a lot of well trained ex-military out there, who've all taken an oath to protect us from all enemies foreign and domestic.  They've done so in the past, and I'm betting many of them could use a good part-time job now, doing so once again.

And yet, those on the Left are still bleating today about the fact we cannot protect our school children from mass shooters.  And the hard-core activists among them are telling us that the only way we can protect them is to pass a whole slew of anti-gun laws.  Even though there's been no evidence any of those laws they propose would have prevented this recent tragedy in Texas - or any other mass shooting in memory - for that matter.   

They won't relent, fellow Patriots.  There's already 107 anti-gun laws on the books here in Taxifornia, as an example.  And even though none of them would have prevented the killing in Uvalde, TX, our Boy Guv (aka "Hairgod"), just called for some new ones.  Like always.  Remember, if we get weaker, he gets stronger.  Let's see here; the Sheriff of Lost Angeles County just advised his citizens to take off all their jewelry if they have to shop downtown.  And take Ubers instead of driving their Bentleys to Rodeo Drive so they don't get carjacked and robbed of their Rolexes.  Like happens there every single day.

And the Sheriff of Lost Angeles County is a...Democrat.

They refuse to prosecute criminals and refuse to let us protect ourselves from the crimes they commit.  Have they got s**t for brains?

But to Hell with the guy and his Bentley.  I'm advocating for our schoolchildren.  I know that a big percentage of our 75 year-olds are still spry.  They go for long walks and play golf and tennis.  So the half of them who are retired military would be the ideal population from which to draw our new School Resource Officers, I'm thinking...

What do you think?

Cops cost at least $150k a year to hire and train and field.  And candidates for open cop jobs are not knocking down the doors these days.  Maybe that whole "Defund the Police" meme the Left adopted over the past couple of years has backfired.  Cops are leaving the Big Blue cities in droves, and few are lining up to replace them.  So assigning a sworn, armed officer to every single one of our more than 140,000 schools isn't likely to happen anytime soon.  

But a yuuuuge chunk of them could be protected by a trained, armed veteran.  Like me.  Who would cost a whole lot less than $150,000 a year.  Maybe a couple or three of them serving at minimum wage, or even working gratis, patrolling each of your local schools, each packing heat, with that fact widely publicized, and each of them just waiting for the next potential mass-shooter they could drop like a bad habit, would be just the ticket...

Remember, when you're a hammer, everything looks like a nail.  And the potential mass-shooter would need to know that...

And as I head out that proverbial Digital Door, I'd like to offer this bit of sage advice:  The very shortest measurable unit of time used to be the period between the street light changing in downtown Manhattan and the cab driver behind you honking his horn.  

Now?  Now it's the period of time between the sound of the shots dying out in some school somewhere, and your average hard-core Leftist politician, like Joe O'Biden, sticking his face in front of the nearest microphone and crying out for new and improved gun control laws.  It always happens.  It happened last time.  It happened this time.  It'll happen next time.  

And the next.

Until we finally decide to "harden" our schools.  To make them more impregnable.  So crazed idiots cannot gain entrance in the first place.  And until we invest the time, money, effort and energy to find and treat those so sick they'd be willing to shoot little kids, we'll not fix this problem.  So they're out there.  And schools are not "hardened."  And the next tragedy is just waiting to happen...  

But for those "hardened" schools where the potential mass-shooters would have to choose the front door, I suggest we place a sign on the lawn saying: 

"Our teachers and staff are armed and are to be considered dangerous.  Enter at own risk." 

Do you think a crazed potential mass shooter will enter a place where there's a chance he'll get dropped like so much dirty laundry, before he can do his nefarious deeds?  No, I don't think so.  He'll want to take a few innocent lives with him.  Just like the guy did yesterday.  So he'll pick a softer target.  Like a local theater.  Or stadium.  Or supermarket.  We need to help them make that decision... 

Give up, Hard Core Left.  Stop resisting!  You kept us from putting armed security guards in our schools the last time a Bill was up for a vote in the Senate.  In fact you used that racist filibuster to do so (Google it).  Let us put trained security forces in every single school in America right now.  They're available.  They could be trained in a few days.  They have a dog in the hunt.  And they're guaranteed to cost less that the $40 Billion Dollars our Gubmint just shipped off to Ukraine.  Plus, they're guaranteed to save lives.  Large...and small!  

So think about it, America...

...If only 5% of the ducks were armed, do you think anyone would go duck hunting?    

The Party of Starving Babies!

A C-17 Air Force Globemaster cargo jet costs us, the U. S. taxpayers, $340,000,000.  That's $Three Hundred and Forty Million Dollars.  And so far as I know, no cents.

They contain as much internal space as your average 5-bedroom/4-bath house.  And they are anything but average.

They were designed to transport our soldiers, and our materiel, and our vehicles to anywhere on Earth, on short landing strips, in just hours.  They were not designed to transport infant formula from Switzerland to Indiana.

Just this past Sunday the O'Biden Administration did just that.  They forced the pilots of a C-17, each making an average of $117,00 a year, to fly 78,000 pounds of infant formula from Europe to the U.S.  That flight brought us one half-million bottles, the Administration told us.  With more to come next week.  And the week after that.  Until the Abbott plant will reopen, which they say will take another 6 - 8 weeks.  Because the O'Biden Administration's own FDA closed it down tight back in February.  With no plan to replace the 40% of all baby formula Abbott makes and our mothers depend upon to feed their infants.

What they didn't tell us is that this flight costs us, the Taxpayers, $23,811 an hour to operate.  And it takes 9 hours at 500 mph to fly the 4,373 miles from Zurich to Indianapolis.  That means you and I paid more than $200,000 to transport baby food to try and Band-Aid another O'Biden royal goof.  One in a never-ending series.  Which very well could cost lives.  This means you and I paid about $4.00 for each 8-ounce bottle we transported in Operation "Fly Formula."  Will they add this to the retail price?  Will they force the retailers to pay for it?  Or Abbott?  Or will you and I eat it, just like always.  I'm thinking it's you and I...

It's not a good idea to get between mothers and their screaming babies.  

Those who know me know I'm a retired marketing executive with a vast wealth of experience.  And I'm always willing to help out those poor misguided souls in need professional guidance.  Like the Democrat Party.  So knowing they're having a lot of trouble with messaging, I'm offering one they might want to use in light of the current situation.  And here it is:

     "The Party of Starving Babies!"

And if that's too, you know, "human," then you could always change it to the "Party of Undernourished Infants." To help the public understand that importing 132 pallets of baby food, from...ourselves...surely indicates they're trying.  Right?

Or they could try and once again deflect attention away from this problem of their own making by calling attention back to our high inflation, or our high gas prices, or our high utility rates.  But I'd suggest just try doing their jobs for a change and stop causing all these crises.

We've had entirely enough of those...

The "Silver Arrow"

I was meandering down the Main Drag of Frankfurt, Germany, one fine Spring day, taking in all the sights and sounds of the country.  I was stationed near there, protecting all of you from those evil commies behind the Iron Curtain.  But every now and again they let me loose to go out and explore...

I soon found myself in front of a huge Mercedes-Benz showroom.  Floor-to-ceiling plate glass windows displayed its wares.  And among those wares were the wettest of dreams a hot rod kid like me could ever have...

Displayed behind velvet ropes and under intense spot lights was the 1955 Mercedes-Benz 300 SLR open roadster that Juan Fangio and Stirling Moss had driven to victory in the 24-hour race at Le Mans.  And then the Mille Miglia (1,000 mile race across Italy) in 1956.  And next to it was one of the only two 1956 300 GTO "Uhlenhaut" Coupes made to prove the concept of a closed car before mainstream production.  And that production we all know as the famous 300 SL coupes (3,245 produced)  that now command at least $1 Million Dollars each at auction today.  I was transfixed!  

Maybe 16 year-old boys had picture of Farah Faucet on their walls back then, but car-crazed, 16 year-old boys also had pictures of this amazing race car tacked up there as well.  And now I was given the chance to see it in the "flesh," 10 years later.  And that flesh was aluminum.  Beer-can thin aluminum.  Bright aluminum made thin in an unending quest for lightness, the velvet ropes protected it from onlookers who might get too close.  And ruin its sleek silver flanks with their overeager mitts. Poking an expensive hole that couldn't be repaired.  In what would come to be known as the "Silver Arrow." 

The M-B 300 SLR was designed just after the Big War to prove a concept; that a clean-sheet-of-paper, super-light roadster could win Le Man, a race previously the province of the Italians.  And with the 300 SLR, they did.  Three years in a row.  

It was a thing of beauty.  It was designed by Rudolf Uhlenhaut, M-B's chief engineer.  It featured an inline six-cylinder engine producing for the time a phenomenal 302 horsepower!  That's pretty racy even today!  Due to its lightness, it would peak out at an unheard of 182 miles per hour!  And remember again, this was back in 1955!

Anyway, I entered the showroom and edged up to the car.  I was noticeably drooling.  The salesman asked in German if he could help.  And I knew enough of the language by that time to ask if the car was for sale.  Not expecting a positive answer, I was surprised when the guy came back nonchalantly with, "Ein hundert tauzen Deutchmark."  Or, with DM's, their currency, trading at the time at about $0.25 each, the guy was asking for $25,000 for what I knew to be a museum piece.  

Perhaps he didn't.

Now, it's not like $25 Grand wasn't a lot of money back then.  It was.  The average American car back then could be had for around $3,000.  And I'd just bought a new Volkswagen bug to tool around Germany in for $1,600.  So $25,000 was Big Money!  Yet, I thought this might be a good investment.  So I called my Dad...

Now, my Father was a successful real estate broker.  So was my Mom, his partner.  So I asked Dad to sell my beloved 1966 427 cu. in., 450 hp, 4-speed Corvette* I'd placed in storage for while I was away.  And anything else he owned which he might like to contribute to the project.  I knew he owned several houses, a farm and a motel at the time, so I knew he was able to make the investment.  And I'd been playing pool professionally for several years before I got drafted into the Army, so I had a bunch of assets I was willing to dump toward making this deal come together as well.  Let's buy this car, I told him!  

He thought I was nuts at the outset.  Until, that is, I outlined the deal and explained the rarity of this car and why we should take the plunge.  He slowly came around to my way of thinking.  He wanted to know if they were serious.  I said the only way we could find out was to present them with a certified check for $25 Grand.  He agreed...

I recall the day a couple of weeks later when I proudly walked in to the show room and presented the salesman with the certified check.  He nearly fainted.  His manager nearly fainted.  And I would assume that the manager of the Mercedes-Benz Museum in Sindelfingen, Germany, from which I later learned this car had been borrowed for display, nearly fainted also.  In short, I was told in halting English by some executive they called in to queer the deal that it was all a mistake.  That the car wasn't really for sale.  "So sorry, estumerlite!  May I get you a coffee?"  

I'm guessing somebody got fired over this.

Anyway, I was pissed.  But if I couldn't buy the roadster, I asked the guy, how about that Uhlenhaut Coupe, the "Silver Arrow" sitting next to it?  Presumably less valuable that the SLR with the famous driver pedigree, I thought, but still valuable.  Maybe I could pick it up for a bit less.  Nope, the manager told me, they couldn't do that either. So I took my check and left in a huff, promising to never, ever buy a Mercedes-Benz.

Well, fast forward, I did later buy an Benz.  Actually several of them.  But what made this story interesting to recall, and why I'm writing this blog entry, was I just learned that M-B had decided to sell one of its two prized Uhlenhaut Coupes.  And they did so, I learned, at a private auction over this past weekend, to an unnamed, British collector.  This was the very same Coupe I'd drooled over that bright Spring day back in 1968 Frankfurt.  And Christie's just sold it...

...For $183,000,000!

I was right back then.  That M-B would have been a pretty good investment.  My Dad and I were both right.  Screw the money, I wish he were still alive so we could gloat about it together.  Over a cold beer.  Laughing our asses off all the while...

*  (That '66 Corvette was equipped with all four "off-road" options, including exhaust, brakes, steering and suspension.  And those extra options make such cars so valuable today.  In fact, one just like mine sold at a Mecum auction over this past weekend for $145,000.  That would have been a pretty good return on my original $6,100 investment...)

Setting the Record Straight...

Did you know that the Bakken Oil Field contains a proven 4.3 Billion Barrels of oil according to the United States Geological Survey?  

Enough, according to the USGS, to power America's energy needs for at least the next 200 Years?  No need to rely on windmills, or whether the sun decides to shine, just pull it out of the ground and enjoy as citizens the fruits of our Great Country?

And that the Bakken Oil Field is located in Saskatchewan, North Dakota, South Dakota and Montana?  In other words, mostly in America?  Which we own? 

And that Prez Joe Biden shut down the Keystone-XL Pipeline with the very first of his blizzard of Executive Orders?  On the morning of his first day in office?  Before he ate lunch even?

And that this action resulted in the immediate loss of employment for more than 100,000 union laborers making at least $100,000 a year each?  

And that this action pissed off Canada, our 2nd largest trading partner, with whom we were to share both the costs and the proceeds of the Bakken exploration? 

And that it also killed our economy, sent it on a nosedive, which had been set to take off like a rocket following the pandemic's end, without any of the more than $6 Trillion Dollars of unnecessary stimulus spending Biden spewed on our economy as if from a firehose?  Starting the inflationary spiral in which we now find ourselves?  

And that it not only didn't result in killing the drilling, it just meant that what would have been our oil from the Bakken is now being shipped, by truck, straight to the port in Vancouver, for transshipment to China?  Disabusing any notion that stopping drilling here, versus there, has any effect on our climate?

And then Biden green-lighted Dictator Putin's access to the Nord Stream 2 Pipeline, without anything in return (him perhaps?), by way of which Putin was to supply oil and gas to Germany, and thus to other western European countries?  

It also meant Biden then chose to buy oil from Russia, instead of drilling our own?  Thus directly paying for Russia's invasion of Ukraine?

And that the day before Biden's EO we were shipping LNG, Liquified Natural Gas, by container ship to Germany?  Making them dependent upon us, not Russia? 

And that the day after he issued that killer EO, Germany and other European countries became dependent upon Russia for their energy, instead of us?

And that Mr. Biden and his Upper East Side cronies, for whom his laws have no effect, seem to believe that oil drilled in another country, like Venezuela, for example, which he has begged to drill and take him out of this problem, contributes to THEIR global warming, NOT OURS?  So if they drill, no problem?  But if we drill, ummm, whu...?

So Mr. Biden, here's the deal:  The Earth rotates on its axis East to West.  And the atmosphere, that stuff, umm, "up there," rotates in the opposite direction.  Thus, the "climate" in China, where they're mining for coal and digging for rare metals furiously, pumping scads of crap into the air, will be here in a week.  Shanghai today, California next Wednesday.  Got it?

Oh yeah, while we're headed out the digital door, we also have the Permian Basin Oil Shale Deposits, which are proven by the USGS to be at least 2.3 Billion Barrels.  On top of the Bakken Boom.  And it's locate in Texas, Oklahoma and New Mexico.  All ours.  We could drill it, and pump it, and pipeline it, and refine it, and ship it to retailers for no more than $15.00 a barrel?  Or some 85% less than is currently being paid?

Which would also mean you'd be back to $2.50 a gallon gas, if your neighbors would simply learn how to vote?  Not you, you're a Patriot.  Your neighbors.  

I'm relying on you to help win them over before the next election.  Simply tell them that the World is not ending in 12 years, or 10 or 8 years, depending upon Alexandria Occasional-Cortex's momentary brain fart.  That this Earth is warming, yes, perhaps an additional degree, ONE DEGREE, over the next 100 years.  Which is great, as this would mean millions more would be able to grow more food in a more temperate climate, and thus avert starvation.  Don't let "the sky is falling" folks foment fear.  Counting on you.  Don't let us down...

However, I doubt it will take a lot of convincing anymore.  The folks who voted these dimbulbs into office have seen the light, me thinks.  They  have kids, which Mr. Joe Biden's policies and his FDA are keeping you from feeding.  And they have cars they have to fill with $7.00 a gallon gas.  You do to.  And they eat.  Oh yeah, they eat.  At least they used to.  They can't afford to any more...

How do you think they'll vote next time?

The "Great Replacement Theory"

Do you know what that is?

I don't.  And I'm what they call a "voracious consumer of news."  As in, almost all day, every day.  And I admit that most of that consuming is of the Conservative kind, what there is of it.  Although I force myself to also watch the socialist drivel on CNN and MSNBC, I do so, because, frankly, I want to know what the dumbasses on the other side are thinking.  And doing.  And damn!  I learned something today I didn't know before!

The killer from New York murdered his victims because he'd been radicalized into believing what's been called the "Great Replacement Theory" (GRT).  That's when Democrats import new voters to replace those they can no longer sway into voting for them.  

And from what we hear, almost nobody wants to vote for a Democrat anymore.  Their policies are despised, except for on the Upper East Side, where they don't apply.  So O'Biden and his Yale faculty lounge sycophants are doing their level best to import millions of illegals from all around the world.  And if you need proof, simply turn on Fox News and watch the unending stream of illegals pour across our Southern border.  

You can watch it from a drone, or a Texas State helicopter, or from the Fox News reporter's own camera crew.  It averages some 7,000 a day now.  More than 2,500,000 since O'Biden was inaugurated.  Greater than the population of Houston, our second largest city!  And if "Title 42" is allowed to expire in a week, they we can expect that we'll see more than 18,000 a day assault our Country.  Daily.  And our President doesn't give a s**t.  In fact, he's counting on it to stay in office...  

I guess they call that the "Great Replacement Theory."  That's the name of a book written by a French author, Renaud Camos.  He wrote it awhile back it to shine a light on what's happening over there, not here!  It's even worse there, where there are no effective borders anymore and the Mediterranean coastline from all the African immigrants to aim for.  But his work was co-opted and is now being used by those snarly crooks here on the Left against the Republicans who are slated to begin eating their lunches on November 8th. 

How do I know that?  I watched this new meme unfold on CNN and MSNBC and PBS and NPR all weekend, and blasted out this morning.  I guess that was the newly-approved attack line their highly-paid campaign consultants just dreamed up, which they've all now adopted.  The same folks who came up with "The Great MAGA King," I'm assuming.  They're stating that the mass shooting in Buffalo yesterday was caused by "GRT."  The shooter had adopted it as his own, they say, and written a 182-page manifesto embracing it.  Which, BTW, no one seemed to notice, even though it was posted on line!  Yet, apparently this same kid was hospitalized for his propensity for violence just weeks ago!  And the FBI placed a "Red Flag Alert" on him, whatever that's worth.  And since we now know they've been radicalized, why do we have an FBI again?  I heard Elon Musk offered $100 Billion Dollars for it, but demanded that all the Left-wingers be purged of the System before he took the keys...

Anyway, if believing that the Democrats are attempting to replace those who won't vote for them with those who will, count me in!  And it's not a conspiracy theory, mouthed only by Tucker Carlson, as they say on the Left, and a few other Right-wingers, considering that illegals are now voting in San Franpoopco and Lost Angeles and Santa Monica and Seattle and Portland and Baltimore and New York City and Newark, and, and, and...  

Which is Unconstitutional, BTW...

And as I said, it appears the only folks who don't know there's an invasion on our border these days are those who watch these Leftwing channels.  Oh yeah, and also sit behind their microphones!  Imagine, because of the news they choose to consume, half our Country doesn't know what's happening to the other half! 

So, let's cut to the chase.  This is all claptrap.  White noise.  They're scared to death.  They're grasping at any straw.  Even trying to pin a mass murder on mainstream Americans.  How low will they go?  How low is...I don't know...low?

They Just Couldn't be Bothered...

The National Baseball League and Coca Cola and Delta Airlines and a slew of other "woke" corporations couldn't be bothered to read the 3 entire pages of legislation overhauling Georgia's voting rights laws before jerking the All Star Game from Atlanta, costing the local economy at least $100 Million Dollars.

Of course, Georgia's new laws were far less restrictive than those of Joe O'Biden's home state of Delaware, or Colorado's, where the Major League Baseball chose as its new location, but they couldn't be bothered.

And Disney couldn't be bothered to read Florida's 7 whole pages of legislation insuring our toddlers aren't subjected to drag queens and pedophile groomers  before declaring all-out war on the State of Florida, resulting in its loss of some $93 Billion Dollars of shareholder value, so far, as a result.

So I guess it stands to reason that the Democrat Party and the Legacy Media and Hollyweird and Planned Parenthood who knows who else couldn't be bothered to read the 96-page draft opinion from the SCOTUS indicating its intent to overturn Roe v. Wade.  Resulting the backlash no doubt intended by the leaker, which has yet to peak in intensity.

That draft opinion states in summary:

     -  "Roe" is unconstitutional.

     -  The matter must be returned to each state for their voters to decide.

Thus, if the voters in your state want unfettered abortion, you'll get it.  The Right Way.  And if it doesn't, you can either engage in "abortion tourism," as I've previously described in this blog, or simply VOTE WITH YOUR FEET, as our Founding Fathers intended.

Don't like Oklahoma's abortion laws?  Move.  Don't like Alabama's abortion laws?  Move.  Or, conversely, if you're of a more Conservative nature, and your state, California for instance, or maybe New York, wants to hand out abortions up to the the third grade?  Move.  But those women...er, excuse me, those "birthing persons," can simply fly to sunny Southern California and take advantage of Governor Gavin Newsom's illegal, immoral and unconstitutional offer of free abortions, to everyone!  No matter where they're from!  

So, the Bottom Line, as they like to say, is this:  If you'd rather vote on your abortion rights then have them decided for you by 9 stuffy lawyers in robes, be happy that the SCOTUS has chosen to face this torrent of misplaced outrage now, while we still have the chance.

Damn, when socialism goes off the rails, it takes a lot of folks with it as collateral damage, now don't it?

Abortion Tourism...

In follow-up to a recent posting, I'm (dis)pleased to report that Taxifornia's Boy Guv, Gavin Newsom, or as we sometimes call him, "Hairgod," has broadcasted far and wide that if any prospective "birthing person" out there wishes to enjoy their next abortion here in the sunshine, he'll be happy to cover all their costs associated with travel, lodging and medical costs to do so.  

Now, this pronunciamento went out to all prospective abort-ors without his having first checked with the 38% or so Conservative tax-paying minority here in the once-free, once-Golden State.  The ones who might take umbrage with such an expenditure of their hard-earned tax money.  Perhaps California's ONLY hard-earned tax money.  Not to mention all those True Believers who do not condone the taking of a pre-born life.  Not at all.  And they VOTE!  California's "Uighers."  It's serfs.  The ones it plucks like a Christmas goose for tax money, and gives them the finger in return.

The poor bastards who have yet to flee this site of impending doom.  

But hey, if prospective abort-ors find themselves in one of the 25 or so states that do not permit abortion upon demand, up to and including the first day of kindergarten, then they've hit the jackpot!  They should just give Boy Guv's travel office a call and I'm sure his minions will take it from there.  

Unless he begins to get competition from Kathy Hochul, the unelected Governor of New York.  She's declared NY a sanctuary state for abortion.  All you abort-ors out there get ready to become an abort-ee in New York State!  Kathy doesn't give a damn about the wishes of the Conservative, Pro-Life 40% of her state, the ones that don't live in the Five Burroughs.  The ones who live in 96% of the State.  All the others?  New York's Uighers.

See a pattern here?  

But wait, fellow Pilgrims!  In from Left Field we now have Lori Lightfoot, Chicago's first Midget Black Lesbian Mayor.  She's decided to compete with CA and NY, by making Chicago your go-to place for a Midwest abortion.  The weather sucks, but hey, you may not have to travel far.  She's already kicked in $500,000 of City (taxpayer) money, and promised another $40 Million More!  

Zowee, Batman!  They really, REALLY don't like babies there, now do they! 

But hey, Ms. Kathy and our Boy Guv and the very tallest dwarf in all of Lilliput Land might soon get into a competition of sorts over prospective abort-ees.  They might begin to jack up the booty, so to speak.  Maybe throw in a pass to Disneyland, which just luuuvs abortions.  Or one of those Chicago deep-dish pizzas from Lori you hear about.  Or some coupons from Starbucks.  Or a new Tesla from Elon.  Or a free checking account from Citibank.  Or an all-expense paid trip to either place from Amazon, up to a max of $4,000.  Per year!  All have sworn their allegiance to abortion tourism, so Katy bar the door!  I can see this becoming an annual event!  

And hey, since the Democrats own the "MSMedia" and Hollyweird, I can this all becoming a movie!  And maybe even a game show!  Let's face it, now that picketing outside Supreme Court Justices' houses with the express, stated intent of swaying their opinions, in spite of the fact it's a Federal Crime, I suggest there are no more guard rails.  No more limits to Leftoid behavior.  Everything is now acceptable.  

All I can say is Thank God we've got all the firearms.  We just might need them...

The 2022 Chuckmeister Voters Guide...

I just got my new Taxifornia voters guide in the mail.

Psshaww!!!

That's pronounced "pisshawww," btw.

I, The Chuckmeister, have been approached on numerous occasions of late with queries about how to vote in our upcoming election.  For some strange reason.  So I, The Chuckmeister, have responded by creating my very own "Chuckmeister's 2022 Voters Guide."  Just a few simple questions will let you know exactly how to vote.  Ready?  Here goes...

1.     If you believe that ancient Egyptians, who possessed neither beasts of burden nor iron tools nor the wheel, could have stacked some 2.8 million limestone blocks, each weighing some 2.5 tons, to a height of more than 485 feet, 4,500 years ago, all by their lonesome, you should vote Democrat.*

2.     If you know owning and using a firearm is our absolute Constitutional Right as free Americans, that's with a large "R," yet half our states are doing their best to trample upon them, you should vote Republican.

3.     If you believe that buying cars from a vending machine, sight-unseen, without a test drive, trading good money for them across the Internet, to some slick bozo, is a-okay (wha...?), you should definitely vote Democrat.

4.     If you believe that it's somehow okay to spend more than $3.6 Billion Dollars defending Ukraine's 1,261 mile border from aggression from a single foreign power, with another $33 Billion requested from Congress to continue that fight, while simultaneously finding no apparent contradiction in only requesting a budget of $8 Billion to run our entire bureau of Immigration and Customs Enforcement, including protecting our 1,761 mile border, with proof of encroachment by citizens of 153 countries so far in 2022, you simply must vote Democrat.  

5.     If you believe that you're better equipped to decide what to do with the money you earn than the Gubmint, vote Republican, straight ticket.

6.     If you think teaching kindergartners about transgenderism is a-okay, and that anyone who disagrees with you is a racist, a homophobe, a misogynist, and most likely a capitalist, fur God's sake, you vote Democrat.  Early and often.

7.     If the only reason you still live in Taxifornia is because your job or your family keeps you here, and that you'd bolt in a minute if you could, you're a Republican voter.  All day.

8.     If you believe there are 57 genders, but can only name two, vote Democrat.  They need you.

Now then, this is a simple Guide, but one that should separate the wolf from the sheeple.  No need to thank me.  It's why God put me here...   

*     I am the master of the long-ish, but enormously informative sentence.  So don't bitch.  It's free.  

"Birthing People"

Fret not, all you prospective "birthing people!"*

     (That's what the National Broadcasting Corporation and Jeff Bozos' little plaything the Washington Post choose to call pregnant "women.")

By now you may have heard that a draft opinion from the SCOTUS indicates they're ready to dump Roe v. Wade.  That's the 1973 decision that somehow managed to find the word "abortion," or even an oblique reference to it, in the 437 words of the Constitution.  

But acceding to public pressure at a time sort of like...now, they somehow did. And since then obtaining an abortion in America has been a Federal matter, not one rightfully governed by each of the several states.  Like every other matter in America.  As the Constitution intended.  So if "Roe" is now found unconstitutional, then the matter is returned to each State.  Where their citizens can vote on how they'd like the issue handled.  And those states wishing to make abortion legal may do so.  And those that don't, won't.

How "big D" democratic.  Which the Liberals say they crave.  Notice how hard they're fighting to keep their citizens from having a say in the matter?

And God help us, they're proving it!  So far 10 major corporations have stated publicly their support for any employee wishing to go out of state for an abortion!  I find that rather startling, don't you?  Amazon, for instance, a company I used to buy from until yesterday, states they will pay up to $4,000 per year for medical, travel and lodging expenses for any employee seeking an out of state abortion.  These Biz Bizzes are on board as well, with the list growing daily:

     -  Lyft

     -  Citigroup

     -  Levis

     -  Sales/Force

     -  Yelp

     -  Uber

And guess what, fellow Pilgrim!  Boy Guv Gavin Newsom, is offering to have the good taxpayers of Taxifornia pay for the travel and lodging and medical expenses of anyone, anywhere, if they'd prefer their abortion in the sunshine.  No geographic limitations given.

So I'm thinking a bright young prospective "birthing person" might reasonably get a job at Amazon in Texas, porculate* with abandon, and if nature takes its course and "it" becomes pregnant, then "it" can fly out to wonderful sunny, southern Taxifornia for an all-expense paid "child" removal project!  

Or so Joe O'Biden called them yesterday.

So spread the word!  The insanity that has become 2022 America is not only not getting better, it's getting far, far worse!  But be sure to know that I, The Chuckmeister, will keep you informed each and every sordid and miserable step of the way...

*  I make up words sometimes...

"Blazing Saddles"

With the titanic kerfuffle just unfolding over Elon Musk's buyout of Twitter last week, I'm forced to recall, with fondness, the Grand Opening of Warner-Bros. 1974 movie, "Blazing Saddles."

I was in the audience that night.  And it erupted with laughter from the opening credits until the "The End" scrolled by.  It was a monumental success, both theatrically and financially, because it made fun of everyone in America.  Equally.  No conventions were spared.  No "sacred cows."  Every little group was scorned equally.  Which was the idea.  Like the TV shows "Archie Bunker" and "The Jeffersons" back then, free speech abounded.  The only limits to it were of the legal kind.  The kind that would get you sued.  Or thrown in jail.  

But it was a time of humor.  Even then-POTUS Dick Nixon appeared on "Laugh In," a show that skewered every politician equally.  Not just those of the Republican persuasion.  Like it is now.  Since the so-called "Main-Stream-Media" has been co-opted by the Democrat National Committee.

But back to "Blazing Saddles."  It was written and directed by Mel Brooks, who also starred in it.  And it was off the wall even by 1974 standards.  It was the story of a small town which appoints a Black railroad gang worker to be its sheriff.  Yeah.  And the reaction by the purportedly universally racist West was hysterical!  The movie's opening should give you a taste:

A bunch of White, KKK-member cowboys encounter Little's railroad gang.  They demand that this "N-word" and his gang sing plantation songs, like they did when they were slaves.  Little breaks out with "I get no kick from champagne!  Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all...," with his gang singing backup behind him.  

You didn't even have to be there...

The movie starred every comedian then extent, including Gene Wilder,  Harvey Korman, Slim Pickens, Alex Karras and, of course, Madeline Kahn as "Lili Von Sctupp."  And if you don't speak German, look up "Sctupp."  It'll do you good.

But anyway, all those who were wounded by the mere thought of having someone other than those who speak, eat, think and act "woke," like now, should be forced to sit through an entire screening of "Blazing Saddles."  Most likely with the benefit of restraints.  Their doing so would instantly acquaint them with what it was like back way back when America was free. 

Or maybe they should just take a look at the gigondo mess Disney's CEO has made out of trying to make a tiny minority of his employees happy.  By picking a fight with a State.  The State in which it's a guest.  A State which can pull the "Reedy Creek" self-governing authority out from under it.  And did.  And a State which can tax the s**t out it in the future.

And I'm guessing...WILL!

Tell me what part of CEO Bob Stupak's $34,000,000 annual salary paid for Disney's more than $50 Billion Dollar cratering in stock valuation?  Oh yeah, that guy Stupak brought in to craft his new "woke" agenda has been shown the door.  Look at the carnage he left in his wake...

Memo to America's corporations:  Pay attention to your bottom lines and to your shareholders' return on investment.  And not on trying to remanufacture America...  

And also to our temporary Gubmint that if they persist in trying to create and run a "Ministry of Truth Board," which is so Orwellian as to defy description, so 1984 it could have been dreamed up by the "Babylon Bee," that I'm pretty sure a bunch of true believers will start looking for the torches and the pitchforks.  

And, oh yeah, oiling up the firearms...