Lying When the Truth Would Sound Better...

The O'Biden Administration sent a Mzzz. Amee Arambide to a recent Judiciary Committee hearing on "Abortion Access and Care."

If you don't know Mzzzz. Arambide, she's an abortion activist and the Director of Pregnancy Termination (I just made that up) at the non-profit "Avow Texas" abortion clinic.  Since she was the Administration's pick to tell us all why unfettered abortion up until the third grade is a really good idea, Rep. Dan Bishop asked her, "What do you say a woman is?"  Mzzzz. Arambide responded with "I believe everyone can identify for themselves."  Bishop continued with, "Do you believe a man can become pregnant and have an abortion?"  Mzzzzzzzz. Arambide answered with, "Yes."

BTW, I was just thinking:  Isn't it easier not to get pregnant than it is to get pregnant?  If women are worried about what would happen if they get pregnant, why don't they just not get pregnant?  Since there are multiple ways they can choose other than forceps at nine months, I think most of us are wishing they'd lighten up a little and choose them. 

Now, just in case you believe that abortion is the only subject about which our aging, crusty old POTUS's handlers are stark raving nuts, a collection of elite fools who are dead set on destroying America, here's a further example as to why you should make sure to vote properly come November:

During a recent Senate Judiciary  Hearing to confirm the nomination of retired FBI agent Steve Dettelbach to the position of Secretary of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives, Senator Josh Hawley of Missouri asked Dettelbach if he would be kind enough to define the term, "assault weapon."  Dettelbach responded with, "Oh no, Senator, that would be way beyond my pay grade."  Hawley pressed the issue with, "But Mr. Dettelbach, wasn't it you that promised to confiscate all "assault weapons" if you were ever in a position to do so?  And since you would be in that position if confirmed, couldn't you just define them for us today?"  Dettelbach stated once again that, "I'm sorry Senator, but that would be beyond the authority of this Directorship."  

So let's take inventory here.  The O'Biden Administration is asking us to make abortion universally available up to and including the moment of birth, yet cannot define the term "woman."  And it wishes desperately to eliminate the 24.4 million "AR and AK" platform rifles currently in circulation (FBI statistics, March, 2022).  Yet, it simply cannot...or will not...define what an "assault weapon" is.  

It should be known that fully 73% of all firearms currently sold could be defined as having an operating system similar to that of the AR/AK platforms.  And therefore could be included in that list.  And if they could, I insist, they would!

And now we've had two consecutive quarters of negative economic growth, which has universally defined a "recession" since The Flood, we're now being informed that the definition has changed.  That we're not in a recession.  Because, they don't identify with recessions, I guess.  

As in "1984," he who controls the definition of words....controls the language.  And those who control the language control our lives.  Don't let them control our language.  A woman is the opposite of a man, and you can count up the chromosomes if you need proof.  

An "assault weapon" is a select-fire, fully-automatic firearm used by the military.  And only by the military.  They are not available to the general public, and haven't been since the "Automatic Weapons Act," of 1934.  Either those in the Democrat Party have been lying to you about what they term "assault weapons," or they have no idea what in Hell they are.  

And we're in a recession, regardless of what the Mumbler-in-Chief chooses to call it (hey, why don't we call it a "recovery?").  

When you enter the voting booth come November, just remember this:  The Democrat Party has been in complete control of all three branches of Government since January 20, 2020.  And if you don't like the way things have been going, you know who to blame...

Perhaps that's supposed to give them maximum latitude in dealing with the aftermath of these two completely mismanaged events.  Events well within their control.  Events that our Lame-ass Media would have roasted a Conservative President and Cabinet for if is blew the calls as badly as this one.  It's just like, whatever Trump did, we'll do the opposite.  And then go to Rehoboth Beach for the weekend.

Face it.  They are two-dimensional, room temperature I.Q. academicians, who should never, ever have been given the reigns of power, and should never be given them again.  They abuse it every single time...

Red Dye #40

         You're gonna' like this one, fellow Patriot...

Remember a few years back when a group of ordinary citizens grew weary of our Country's blatant non-enforcement of our border policies, leading to a massive invasion of illegal aliens, and decided to open up their lawn chairs and set up their tents...and load up their AR-15's...don their cowboy hats and dare our friends from other countries to wade across the Rio Grande?

Yes, I know it's a long sentence.  I specialize in long sentences.  I'm the very BEST at long sentences...

Anyway, that effort fizzled after a few months.  They were threatened with all sorts of legal action and so they wimped out and went home.  Yawn...  

Now we're back to a full-fledged invasion, just as Mr. Joe O'Biden promised while on the campaign trail back in 2019.  He promised us that, if elected, he would import TWO MILLION BRAND NEW ILLEGALS A YEAR!  And so far as I can tell, that's the only promise he's kept...

Oh yeah, during that same speech he promised to shut down our gas and oil drilling.  He's kept that promise, too...

So what are we gonna' do about it, fellow Patriot?  Don't you think it's time to bring the border charade to an end?  What charade, you might ask?  The charade that only half of our electorate, the half that watches Fox and NewsMax, knows that we're being overrun by people from all over the world!  The one where we require you to take off your shoes and get felt up by a 400 lb. TSA agent with bad breath to get on a plane, yet folks from any one of 178 countries (so far!) can wade across our border with abandon and receive de facto asylum.  They get a cell phone, a warrant, with which they can fly anywhere, for free (!), and a package of goodies from their local NGO.  That stands for "Non-Governmental Activity."  Which we fund with our tax money.  

Think about that:  We make it easy to get here, and then because we fund outfits that like to screw America with bushels of our tax money, easy to stay here.  And the Democrats think, easy to vote here.  While the half that watches CNN and MSPMS and NPR and PBS and the "Alphabets," ABC/CBS/NBC, have no idea that it's happening.  And could probably case less if they did.  

A colonel I had in the Army told me to never, ever bring him a problem without a prospective solution.  I think I'll adhere to that philosophy with this unassuming little missive.  So what's my solution, you might ask?  Okay, sit back and chew on this:

                      RED DYE #40

What's that, you say?  That's the stuff the banks put in their pre-packaged bag of cash, just waiting for a robber to say, "Stick 'em up!"  They give them the "dye pack," they walk around the block, and the "bomb" inside the bag goes off.  It sprays the perpetrator with Red Dye #40.  And it turns them, and anyone near them, a Bright Red.  And they stay a bright red for at least 4 or 5 days!  

Soooo, what do we do with that tidbit of information?  Well, the Army trained me to go all McGiver when necessary, and I think it's now past necessary.  So here's what we do:  We get a couple or five or sixteen paunchy VietNam vets to sneak up to the Rio Grande somewhere around Eagle Pass, Texas.  BTW, Rio Grande means "Grand River," I think.  And then, at the appointed time, they dump a bunch of Red Dye #40 into the River.  And it flows in BOTH DIRECTIONS!  It will turn all 1,702 miles of the River a Bright Red, which in turn, ya' ready?  ...turns anything in the River a Bright Red!  Including any illegal aliens which might happen to be wading across at the time.  And also their coyote shepherds, which is Mexican for "bastardly commie prick," I think.  

I could be wrong on that last one...

So anyway this would give us almost a week to catch and NOT RELEASE these illegals wherever they wind up, and at our leisure!  Our local sheriffs, from Tucumcari to Elizabethtown, from Colorado Springs to Atlanta, could be on the lookout for any "Bright Red" visitors who happen to wander by.  Kinda' doubles or triples the Border Patrol, doncha' know...

So what's with Red Dye #40?  Is it dangerous?  Nooooo, fellow Patriot.  it's in fact one of only 9 additives which may be used in any food or beauty or cosmetic product!  Annnnd, it's available in bulk from Ingridi.com in 50 lb. barrels for only $934,38!  And the good news is if we buy it in volume we can get the price down to less than $800!  What the heck!  We might even be able to pool our cash and buy the company that makes it!  Now, I don't have any idea how much Red Dye #40 it takes to turn a river red, but hey there!  We're sure as Hell gonna' find out!

So there's gotta' be a Conservative $Billionaire or two out there who'd like to contribute to the purchase of a yuuuuuge quantity of Red Dye #40 and have a major hand in turning illegal aliens a Bright Red.  Or maybe the plant where it's made.  And then, like a bunch of superheroes, who strike during the wee hours of the morning, our chunky gize will demonstrate their Patriotism by turning the Rio Red!  And turn a few hundred thousand illegal aliens, or maybe a million...Bright Red!!!

So there's only one question:  Is you in, or is you out? 

p.s.   If this doesn't work, I'm thinking alligator eggs imported from Florida, as a big wet kiss to Boy Guv Newsom, delivered air mail special delivery to Eagle Pass, TX.  Whaddaya think?  

"Climate Crisis"

I'd like to know exactly which likely college freshman decided that convincing the world that we're all gonna' die in a fiery Hell from "Global Warming," or "Climate Change," Or "Climate Chaos," or "Climate Crisis," or whatever they're choosing to call it these days.

And if he (or she, or "it") was surprised that it became the banner behind which the Democrat Party united.

I'd like to know also when and where those who design the platform for the Democrat Party decided that they had such a paucity of goodies to give their constituents that "Climate Crisis" was going to become their Number One Goal!

Recognizing, I'm absolutely certain, that it ranks at less than 1% of that which concerns Americans on national polls these days.  And that the other stuff the Democrats are fussing and fuming about are also farrrr down the list of concerns ordinary Americans are expressing.

And not recognizing that America is the lowest polluting Country on Earth, according to its population size!   Down from 28% of all the Earth's atmospheric pollutants to now 23%!  In other words, preferring to basssssh America instead of the countries that are responsible for the pollution.  Like China and India, which are responsible for more than 53% of atmospheric pollutants!  China's responsible for more than 35% all by its lonesome!  

So why, I ask again, with utmost facetiousness, why aren't those who are predisposed to marching and chanting and protesting, doing their marching and chanting and protesting in front of the Chinese Embassy or the Indian Embassy?  

That would be "red dot" Indians, not "woo woo" Indians...

So why, I ask facetiously as only a post-graduate facetiousness expert can ask, why is the "Legacy Media" covering all this nonsense?  Don't they remember that just last year we had record-breaking heat in the Southwest, causing blackouts all over Texas?  No?  And don't they recall the record-breaking floods that drowned Houston?  No?  Basically, this is an attack on our collective sanity by those with short-term memory problems!!!  

So what we have to do is, ready?  Just stop listening to them!  They don't matter anyway.  They are just the "MainStreamMedia," that reports only what they consider to be the "news," and only that which they want their sycophants to digest.  WE now know what's going on, even if they don't!

So now that I've solved that problem, I'll be working on World Hunger next week...

P.S.  World Peace the week after next.....

G. O. A. L.

           "Gun      Owners      Against      Loudmouths."

Do you know the definition of "politics?"

According to "The Chuckmeister," "poli" is Greek for many, and "tics" are small insects that burrow under your skin and rob you of your lifeforce.  

So there.  

It used to be that the shortest measurable unit of time was that period between your traffic light changing at an intersection in Times Square in New Yawk City, and the taxi cab behind you honking his horn.  To get you to move.  Now that's a short period of time.

Like reeely short!

Now?  It's that period of time between a mass shooting somewhere and a loudmouth, know-nothing, Haaavid-educated politician, probably from the Upper East Side, having never, ever been even in the same zip code with an actual "firearm," (bleccchh!!!) crawling all over people to get to a microphone.  So he/she/it (gotta' remember Taxifornia with that "it" thing, doncha' know!) can demand more gun control.  Enhanced background checks.  An "assault weapons" ban.  Ammunition purchase limitations.  Sueing manufacturers for making scary black guns that go "bang!"  Taxifornia's Boy Guv Gravid Newsome just signed into effect his 111th gun-control law since his aunt (San Fran Nan Pelosi) and his Godfather (J. Paul Getty) bought him the Guv's mansion.  Yawn...  

Thank God I saw this "Progressive" legislative avalanche coming Taxifornia's way and bought all mine before it hit... 

Are you sick and tired of being lectured to by those who read what's written by others?  Off a TelePrompTer, most likely, like our aged, infirm, crochety old buzzard of a POTUS?  By those who've never even touched an actual, horror of horror, "GUN?" 

So I've grown weary with all these commie pinko dumbass liberal pukes.  And I've decided to do something about it.  To try and offset whatever effect those "Birthing Persons Against Anything to do With Those Awful Ugly Guns, Ever Again!" groups, which have all formed using George Soros' money, I'm starting a new group as of today, using your money.  Ready?  Here goes:

      Gun Owners Against Loudmouths!  

From now on there will be an alternative source for information so as to combat the drivel pouring forth from the greedy, self-dealing lips of the Schumers and the Pelosis and the Sandy Cortez-es-es-es and every single Democrat from those dangerous Big Blue States.  

Simply send me $5.00 and you'll be a Charter Member of the "2nd Amendment Club."  You'll be a member of "G.O.A.L!"  Just think!  That's quite a bit less out here than a gallon of gas, and hey!  "Bidenflation" has made sure you can't afford to go anywhere anyway, right?  So send me a gallon of ga..., I mean $5.00 and I'll be your ombudsman.  Your professional firearms expert, which I am, to parry all the ignorant anti-gun thrusts offered up by those fools who've never even met anyone who's ever known anyone who's gone hunting.  Or sports shooting.  Or had a family member who's served in the military.

Don't they get all dirty and such?

I'll make sure all the "Legacy Media" gets the word that I'm available to provide a counterpoint to all their no-nothing commentators.  So that when the next mass shooting occurs, and it surely will (and don't call me Shirley!) until they go along with the kind of legislative changes necessary to thwart mass shooters, they can just call The Chuckmeister and I'll give them my enlightened commentary.  

And in the meantime, if nobody calls, I'll just use your dues money for cheeseburgers, fries and diet Cokes.  My faves.  And if I need more, I'll get back to you.  Okay?  Just address your "donations" to "Fortress Chuckmeister," Murietta, CA 92563.  And don't worry about an address, the mailperson knows where I am.  He's a Charter Member.

Oh yeah, and if I need more of your "donations" I'll get back to you.  Okay?  

Okay...

Colorless Studies...

Just thought I'd let you know that I've applied to a number of area colleges and universities to start and manage their new White Studies Department.

That's because I've just learned that, shockingly, they do not have a White Studies Department!  And they surely need one!  Am I the first guy to notice this?  Each of them with a Black Studies Department needs to have White Studies Department.  And Indigenous Personage Studies Departments.  And Asian and Pacific Islander Studies Departments.  And Gypsy Roma Studies Departments.  Equity, you know.  I'm sure you're as surprised as am I that this "inequity" has been permitted to exist in this day and age!  And so I'm offering my scholarly services in the pursuit of correcting this glaring oversight.

I am college educated, you know!

Because you're one of my friends and/or family and/or associates and/or mailman or -woman, or -other (California, doncha' know), you'll likely be contacted for a character reference by the colleges and universities that will be surely be wishing to hire me.  As well they all should.  Every single one.  You likely know of Jason Nichols, as an example, the erudite and very handsome Professor of African-American Studies at the University of Maryland, whose "Blackness" qualifies him to teach at the university level.  (BTW, why is it "African-American?"  Why isn't it "American-African?"  Can somebody get back to me on this?)

He, Nichols, is all over Fox News, as an example, expressing his "Black" opinion on the matters of the day.  And how they affect "Black" people.  But there's also a full legion of them scattered across the other "news" channels touting their "Blackness."  So I say if their "Blackness" qualifies Professor Nichols and all the others of his group to teach at the university level, then my "Whiteness" qualifies me and others like me to teach at the university level.

Equity's a bitch, ain't it?

Did you know that I am of Irish extraction?  And that "my people," the Irish, immigrated to America through Ellis Island.  And that they were treated worse than dogs by the New Yorkers at the time. In fact, there was a famous sign in a Manhattan bar window back then that read, "Dogs Welcome, Irish Stay Out."  Not very welcoming, I'd say!  All while "Black" people were frequently those same establishments!  That really stings!  It hurts my feelings, and as you know, feelings are everything these days!  

And so I say "my people" were so mistreated that I "deserve" a teaching professorship at several colleges and universities, and of course, some "contributorship" gigs on cable "news" channels.  I put asterisks around "news" 'cause on most of the "news" channels, they don't report the news.  Just their opinion.  Based upon feelings...  

And God help you if you try and deny me my "civil rights" in this situation, 'cause we'll have to file suit and own your house.  And your daughter's car.  In fact, I think I'll bring in the ACLU and the Southern Poverty Law Center and the sheriff and the highway patrol on this.  Did you know that there's a Black Entertainment Channel?  Well there is!!!  But guess what?  There's no "White Entertainment Channel!"  Wha....?  

And did you know that there's a "National Association for the Advancement of Colored People," but there's no "National Association for the Advancement of Colorless People?"  Is this an oversight or something?  Or is this a plot, perhaps!  A conspiracy!!!  I can't believe there's not a Republican $Billionaire or two out there who hasn't noticed this glaring inequity!  And has failed to start their own "Colorless Entertainment Channel!"  

And I can't believe how many "!'s" I've typed into this nearly worthless rant!    

I cannot wait to have a recurring "contributor" gig on two or three cable news channels after I get all my university and college professorships.  I could opine with abandon on all the matters of the day!  The extra cash could help me get through the "Bidenflation" we're all now suffering, doncha' know...  

So thanks in advance for your positive comments when those "institutions of higher learning" begin to call for a comment.  I'll be sure to include you in any "programs" I can create at those filthy rich institutions, btw.

(Wink, wink...)

Culture Shock!!

I welcomed a new member to our extended family a few years back.  

He's a Brit who just retired from their Royal Air Force.  He was one of those special guys made out of spring steel, who needs not air or water or food to survive, and who made a career out of jumping out of helicopters and shooting bad guys.  All over the world.  From the ramp of a C-130...at 25,000 feet.  So you'll understand why I was anxious to welcome him aboard.

A family can always use a few more studs...

(BTW, he'll get his own window to defend here at "Fortress Chuckmeister" when "the balloon" finally goes up.  And it's surely going nowhere but up...)

Anyway, he married a beautiful niece of mine and they just moved back to Temecula from "Jolly Old."  So we got together for a BBQ the other day.  And while there the subject of the massacre at Uvalde and all the other Uvalde's came up.  And of course, the subject of gun control here in America came up right behind it.    

My new family member, "Jon" let's call him, knowing I'm sort of an expert on all things guns, asked my thoughts on the subject.  He opined that it's so different in England where nobody's supposed to have guns, and here, where nearly every right-thinking soul has guns.  (I added that "right-thinking" part there).  I thought for a minute, then told him to sit back and contemplate the following scenario from my past, and see how it might be viewed in the context of today.  

Firstly, I told Jon, one must consider the vast difference in the culture of gun ownership and usage between the U. S. and Britain.   We have the absolute, inherent, individual Right to own and use firearms ("...to keep and bear,"*), I reminded him.  But the Brits, and all of Europe and the entire world, are only afforded the privilege of using some firearms, by some elites,  some of the time.  And why we Americans so jealously guard our Right to - and of - self-defense.  And how when I was a kid everybody owned a gun, and as we used to say, should be considered "armed and dangerous."

Yet, there were no mass shootings.  There were no shootings of any kind.  There was no crime!  And if that shocks you, let me tell you a bit about my rather unusual upbringing... 

I was born and raised in the upper Midwest, I told Jon.  My Dad was a champion pistol, rifle and shotgun shot and he used to take me to competition matches with him.  So I naturally gravitated to hunting and the shooting sports.  So much so that I was entrusted with my first .22 caliber Stevens single-shot, bolt action rifle when I was barely 8 years old (imagine the howls among today's urban "Progressives!").  A friend of my Dad's owned a gun store, and as they said back then, he "took a liken' to me."  So much so he took me in as an apprentice gunsmith when I was only 12 years old!  And by the age of 13 or 14 I was building custom bespoke hunting and varmint rifles for my mentor's customers (slave labor!  I was slaving away in the back of his store after school and on weekends and Kenney Frost was selling my labor as his own!  Kidding, not kidding...).  

But while I was doing that I was also becoming first a Cub Scout, then later a Boy Scout, then an Explorer Scout, and finally an Asst. Scoutmaster all the way into my early 'twenties.  My Dad was the Scoutmaster and my gun store mentor was his Assistant.  In short, I learned everything there was to know about the Great Outdoors.  And firearms.  About working with my hands.  About applying myself and paying attention, when not doing so might kill me.  And about hunting and survival and staying alive in the often harsh outdoors.  I not only could go spent a week camping in the wild, I did.  Often.  And often with friends.  Friends who often knew as much about the outdoors as did I.  That was the time in which we lived, I told Jon, and the place where we lived.  

And it was glorious...

So anyway, I decided one day to also build a custom varmint rifle for myself.  And it, I told Jon, was to be my masterpiece (Jon is the namesake of the hero of the Terminator series, BTW!  He speaks softly and could kill you with anything that happens to be laying around.  It just couldn't get anymore perfect!).  

To get started, I told Jon, I bought a 30" Timken Bearing steel "bull" barrel blank with a 1" in 16" right hand twist, and chambered in .270 Winchester caliber.  That's a good, all-around caliber for deer, bear, antelope and moose, I told him, as well as for small varmints like woodchucks and prairie dogs when loaded light with hollow point bullets.  

He probably already knew that.  

I paired the barrel with a '98 Mauser Magnum, five-lug bolt-action, and then braised the two together into a working barreled action on my workbench.

I then cold-blued the barreled action over a period of several days.  It featured a lustrous, deep blue sheen that was a thing of beauty.  My Dad was so proud of it he took it to the pool hall with him to show it off to the "boys," I told Jon.   

My cousin was a guy named Reinhardt Fagen, I told Jon, and he was the foremost gunstock maker in all of America at the time.  He lived near the Lake of the Ozarks, which is just about my favorite place on Earth.  He offered me a slightly-flawed, so slight you couldn't see it, Circassian Fiddleback  beavertail-fore end walnut stock for only a few dollars, as I recall, and I snapped it up with many thanks.  It was probably worth a week's pay, I remember thinking at the time.  

I then spent more than 100 hours hand-fitting the rough-hewn, semi-inletted stock blank to my barreled action.  That involved using a rat tail file to slowly, carefully open the channel for the barrel in the stock.  And then hogging out the perfect place for the action to sit.  And of course, I told Jon I fiberglass-bedded the action into the stock and made sure the barrel was free-floating.  I could put a dollar bill around the barrel and move it all the way to the action without it touching.  That guaranteed the barrel would never touch the stock and heat expansion of the stock from rapid fire would never effect the point of aim.  And of course a mirror finish on the stock had to be gained by dedicating hours and hours and hours of hand polishing.  

Hours and hours.  

My Mom thought I was weird for spending so much time on a piece of wood.  My Dad tried to explain it to her, but it's a guy thing I think...  

The stock once fitted with my barreled action was a thing of beauty.  It was literally a piece of art.  The fiddleback grain from the wood shown through like magic.  Even Fagen posted a picture of my work above his cash register!  High praise, indeed!  

The stock featured a full cheekpiece and a beavertail fore end, as well as quick-detachable swivels and a one-arm leather sling.    

I then fitted my masterpiece with a Lyman Wolverine 10 x power telescopic sight, I told Jon, using helium-filled Redfield Jr. scope mounts.  I'm sure that tiny bit of helium helped a lot, I told Jon, because the entire rifle once put together weighed some 13 and 1/2 pounds.  Imagine carrying that beast around in the woods all day long!  But remember, it was designed to be a varmint rifle, accurate to more than 600 yards.  And heavy ain't a problem if you're out for accuracy...

Anyway, I finished the package off, I told Jon, with a Jaeger Trigger and an Ace trigger shoe.  The trigger was infinitely adjustable as to "break," to the extent you could cock the hammer with the rifle on the east-west level, I told Jon, and then rotate it to vertical, north/south, and the weight of the one-ounce trigger would cause it to fire.  Now that's fully adjustable!  

The results?  This rifle was built to produce super-accurate long-range performance, and it did!  I used necked-down .30-06 Caliber Norma cartridge cases and 110 grain Sierra brand bullets, along with 55 grains of Dupont #4350 powder as my preferred hand load (I handloaded all my ammunition, of course.  Didn't every pre-teen?).  This load produced phenomenal results.  How about five shots into a playing card from 600 yards away?  Every single time.  Good enough?

Jon's eyes had glazed over by the time I stopped giving him the background.  He'd long since stopped trying to gather in all the extraneous facts I'd been throwing out and simply stayed silent, as befitted his proper English upbringing.  Nodding periodically to seem interested.  But I sensed he was trying to ferret out why I'd been telling him all this.  And so were other members of my family.  And then I summed it all up for him, and them.  I decided this rifle I'd built was so magnificent that it needed to be shared with my other Upper Midwestern, 1950's, 12th Grade classmates.  So I of course brought it to... 

                   "Show and Tell."

Since I was kind of a nerdy kid at the time (ya' think?), I was delighted that my classmates loved my presentation!  I even captured the attention of a particular girl I was interested in at the time.  Did the school get locked down?  Did the sheriff and the highway patrol get called?  Did somebody yell, "Active shooter!  Get under your desks!?"  No, no they didn't.  They listened to my presentation with rapt attention.  And were all jealous as Hell of my creation.  As well they should.  I bought it in pieces, I hand-finished each and every one of those pieces over a six-month period into a finely-tuned, glorious piece of art.  A piece of mechanical art that could keep you in meat should we ever get to "Mad Max" time.  And I thought I was due the recognition such an accomplishment might bring.

So when it was over I left the building and proceeded to hop on my bike (!) to leave, sporting subject varmint rifle slung over my shoulder.  Before I could leave the Principal who'd watched my presentation called me over.  He congratulated me, told me my rifle was beautiful and asked if he could borrow it sometime!  

Now THAT'S the difference between then and now.  We had guns, God did we have guns!  EVERYBODY had guns!  There was not a single pickup truck in the parking lot of the school that didn't have two rifles and a shotgun on a rack in the back window.  And those belonged to the teachers!  But we also had parents.  Two of them.  And they had Paddles of Mass Correction.  And they knew how to use them!  That's how kids managed to grow from kids to adults back then without shooting up a grocery store.  Or a school.    

I think we need to bring some of that back again, don't you?

*  2nd Amendment, Bill of Rights, Constitution of the United States of America.  They come as a boxed-set, BTW, and you can't "pick and choose" like in a Chinese restaurant.  Don't like the 2nd Amendment?  Vote to change it...  

My Dad...

My Dad had rheumatic fever when he was a kid.

It was going around back then, so he got it and it changed his life, forever.  And his family's lives, as it turned out...

Rheumatic fever can, and in my Dad's case did, damage his heart muscle.  So much so that a side effect was his teeth had all fallen out by the time he was in his early twenties, and he could not qualify for military service.  And qualifying for military service was very important to a young man like my Dad in the shadow of Japan's sneak attack on Pearl Harbor.  So he looked for and found an alternative he could use to serve his Country.

My Dad went to work for the Sunflower Ordnance Plant in what was then-unincorporated Johnson County, Kansas.  The Army had built a brand-new town of 12,000+ acres in which more than 13,000 people would produce ammunition.  And boy, did it ever!  From 1942 to 1945 it produced more than 120,000,000 rounds of small arms ammunition and some 2,000,000 pounds of gunpowder!  Dad's Plant made all the explosives used in the Pacific Theater.

And my Dad was so smart he wound up in charge of their chemical lab.  A guy with a high school education was running with the Big Dogs.

You'll forgive me if I brag a bit.  It's a DNA thing, doncha' know...

And thus, with all this new-found knowledge, my Dad applied to take the Board of Pharmacy examination in the State of Missouri following the War.  It seems the State of MO found itself with a dearth of pharmacies to serve towns of under 300 population at the time, so it offered PharmD licenses to any who could pass the test.

My Dad passed the test.  With colors that flew.

And thus, Cassity's Drug Store came into being.  In the tiny town of Bosworth, Missouri.  From there Dad moved on to a career in insurance and real estate, as well as serving as the Livingston County Superintendent for several years.  My Dad chose not to be limited by his disability.  Nor should any of us.  Thanks, Dad!  You found a way to serve...

Epilogue:  My Dad's heart finally gave out when he was only 66 years old.  I was visiting from out of town when he collapsed into my arms and died.  But he packed one Hell of a lot of life into those 66 years.   

All us disabled should do so well...

Get Off My Lawn!

I guess I can now understand how young folks often fail to follow the advice of their elders.  Because that advice is often wrong, after all, especially these days, so maybe they know best.

But maybe sometimes it isn't, and they don't.  This is one of those times...  

I used to be like that, too.  When I was six I thought my Dad knew everything.  When I was sixteen I thought I knew at least as much as my Old Man.  When I was twenty-six I was absolutely sure I knew at least twice as much as my Dad, and he paid for my college degree!  And now that I'm almost as old as our bozo POTUS, who couldn't find his ass with both hands and a flashlight, who's proof-positive that the Peter Principle works (look it up), I wish he was still around so I could tell him I wish I knew half as much as he did!  On my best day and his worst!  

But I'm guessing he already knows that, wherever he is, in that Cloud of Consiousness up there, because I think that's the nature of the beast.  We're dumb until we're not, and by then we're too old and feeble to do anything about all the stuff we've learned.

So yes, I can understand how we tend to look askance upon advice from our elders.  But that doesn't free us from the responsibility of making the right decisions.  And for that we need information.  The right information...

I began advising my close friends and family members a couple of years back that the light we all see at the end of the tunnel...is the headlight of an oncoming train.  Because of the General Election preference expressed by just over half our population in November, 2019, they were facing a recession the likes of which hasn't been experienced in America since Jimmuh Carter was f*****g up the Country more than 40 years ago.  

I know.  I lived through it.  I paid 11.5% interest on the mortgage on my first home.  And it later got all the way up to 18.5% for those who got in late.  And then most likely went bankrupt later.  

And it got worse from there.  Much worse.  Interminable gas lines, sky high prices, price gouging, tax dodges.  I'm suggesting to all who will listen that they should expect Federal Reserve rate hikes totaling at least 275 basis-points by the end of the year.  And as much as 300 more during 2023.  That will have the effect of killing the U.S. economy.  Those "help wanted" signs will all be taken down.  People will have to be "punished" in order to quell the raging inflation.  So they should prepare, now.  Buy those things that are permanent, those things that will last, including homes and cars and boats, today, at today's lower interest rates, using tomorrow's deflated dollars to pay for today's inflated purchases.  

Stock up.  Buy several months' supply of foodstuffs to last in the event of an emergency.  Learn to bake.  Buy in bulk.  Not "prepping," necessarily, but stock up if for no other reason than to take advantage of today's lower prices.  And they're not "lower" except from the perspective that they'll be higher tomorrow...

And if you doubt what your Gubmint can do to you in the future, just think of what they did during the pandemic!    

That the profligate spending of the O'Biden Administration, the more than $3 Trillion Dollar "Stimulus Bill" just dumped upon our unsuspecting economy, would cause too many dollars to chase too few goods, I told them, and cause rampant inflation, making the cost of everything skyrocket (luuuuv those lonnnng sentences!).    

Especially, in this case, I told them, all products made with or delivered by fossil fuels.  Which is damn near everything.  And this should be no surprise to anyone who's been paying attention.  Mumblin' Joe told/warned us that he'd do his best to end the oil and gas industry if we'd just elect him to the Oval Office.  These are the same fossil fuels upon which the O'Biden Administration has declared open war.  The same War that has caused your price of gas to $Double at the pump.  Almost $7.00 here in Taxifornia, where my family unfortunately lives.

Including me.  Boo hoo.  Anybody know of a service which will come on out, box you and all your stuff up, ship your ass to any of about a dozen other states, and then unbox me, hook everything up and turn on my TV?

I would pay dearly for that service.

But most of my family and friends ignore my advice, the way I did from my Father way back when.  Because if for no other reason than he was my Father.  Like that was a reason, which it wasn't.  And even though it happens, in my case, because this Father, moi, is a graduate economist who actually knows what the Hell he's talking about.  

Only in this case, perhaps, but accidents happen... 

I'm sure, also, 'cause I'm a craggy old fart, admittedly, who often metaphorically yells, "Get off my lawn!"  Just like Clint did in "Grand Torino."  That's because it often takes a few decades to actually figure out what the Hell is going on here in our plane of existence.  And by that time, you're too old and infirm to do anything about it.  So you get mean and nasty and occasionally cantankerous.  Like I now do on occasion. If for no other reason than nothing else seems to work.  

Woe is me (and millions of other old farts!).

I kept reminding my brood of what was coming 'round the pike.  I did so nudgingly, hoping they wouldn't tune me out entirely.  And knowing there may be members of my family who don't think I know what I'm talking about (you know who you are!).  Up to them to either take my advice, and prosper, or fail to do so, and face the consequences.  Look at the advice I've given thus far and decide for yourselves...

But in the meantime, just count me among those who were ordered to go home, close and lock the doors, pull down all the shades, and stay there for a couple of years.  During which time my accumulated "wealth" has been depleted enormously by a series of idiotic policy blunders (or successes?) by Mr. O'Biden and whomever is behind the curtain pulling his strings.  Some 8% a year of my meager savings has gone out over the transom since he mumbled the Oath.  While I've been ordered to stay home.  And wear a mask.  And grow poorer.  So I ask, can you now believe anything this Outfit has to say?    

And if you voted for this bozo, you deserve our collective blame.

Those in Foggy Bottom are congratulating themselves over the recent "drop" in the price of gasoline, apparently not knowing that "demand destruction" has occurred and folks can no longer afford to buy gas.  They're not out buying that new bed or that new car or that new suit.  And remember, our buying public, you and me, are responsible for fully 71% of our economic engine!  Far more than corporations, and even employers, the Buying Public's 71% keeps the turnstile turning.  And when they can no longer afford to go out and BUY, the game calls a halt; until or unless we see a yuuuge drop in the price of energy, we're facing a long, miserable, painful and expensive downturn.  

I'm guessing I'll be long gone before this recession is.......

The main difference between FDR's 12 year-long Great Recession and the one we're now facing, is that Mr. Roosevelt was a Patriot.  A misguided Patriot, but a Patriot nonetheless.  Although misguided, at least he wanted the very best for America.  This Administration...doesn't.  You think we can't face another "Great Depression?"  We can.  And we just might...  

I know the "suits" in Foggy Bottom don't know that, however, because they're a bunch of commie pinko dumbass liberal pukes.  None of the bozos in charge of economic policy in the O'Biden Administration has any business experience nor idea of what they are doing!  None!  So I call a spade a spade.  

Will somebody ask Mr. Obama if I can still say that?

No Bigfoot..

Today marks the 1,000th day in a row that I've failed to locate Bigfoot.  Or any of his family and friends.

No, although I've looked high an low (mostly high, heh, heh), no Bigfoot.  I guess I should admit at this point that I only search my Murietta, Taxifornia "Fortress Chuckmeister" property.  And it is, I should also admit, rather smallish and urban.  As in, ummm, tiny.  When people say they can't see the forest for the trees?  In my case, no forest, no trees.  No shrubs, even.  Just one lonely old bush and some weeds.  So no place for Biggie and his fam to hide out even if he was here.  

Which, as I already mentioned, he isn't.  

So why, you might ask, do I keep on looking for this magnificent cryptid when I know I won't find him?  Why, you might reasonably ask, do I keep on looking in the wrong places, knowing I'm looking in the wrong places?  Sort of like one has to ask why the O'Biden Administration keeps looking for answers to our energy production needs in windmills and solar panels, when they know they're treading upon the largest proven oil reserves on Earth, directly under our collective feet?  

Kinda' makes one wonder, now don't it?

Well, according to my feeble computations, we have some 900 years worth of proven oil and gas reserves directly under our feet.  Just the Permian Basis, under a small chunk of New Mexico and about one-fifth of Texas, contains enough proven oil and gas reserves to power our Republic for at least 200 years!  And yet, Mr. O'Biden is in Saudi-Arabia, begging a proven murderer to produce more oil.  Is this guy eaten' up with the dumbass, or what?

So anyway, no Bigfoot.  And similarly, no Loch Ness Monster, or Jersey Devil, or the Arkansas Howler.  Nor is there any answer to America's need for fossil fuels in Saudi Arabia.  But they keep looking.  And so I guess I'll keep on looking in my sparce little patch of dirt.  Which, btw, I'm prepared to defend to the death!  Etc., etc...

So pass the word along, equity vs. equality is a really nice concept, but if you're in charge of America's Ship of State, it's a really good idea also to know what you're talking about.  The folks in the last Administration, did.  These folks, don't.  Hold your breath.  Don't know if we can keep it together for another two and one-half years, assuming the Mumbler-in-Chief keeps mumbling, but God knows, we're gonna' try...  

"Abortion Careerism"

"Don't know why, every time I pee I cry,

              GONORHEA..."*

Oh, I'm sorry!  I was just re-imagining the lyrics of an olde' timey' hit song named "Stormy Weather."*  That's what old people do to pass the time while they're kept on hold for interminable periods with their health insurance companies trying to get the answer to a simple question.  At least that's what I do with mine (SCAN).  Your experiences may vary (but I doubt it).  So while awaiting a min-wage lady to come on and help me with my question, I dreamed up this little blog posting.  Sit back and enjoy/be repulsed: 

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No doubt by now you've heard about "Abortion Tourism." 

That's where states like Taxifornia invite you to, "Come on out to the coast!  Get a little tan!  Lose that unsightly fat around your tummy!"  

That's already "baked in," so to speak, as our Boy Guv Gavin "French Laundry" Newsom has already agreed to pay for all abortions for all out-of-state women, or rather, "birthing people," whether illegal or not.  And preferably illegal, I'm guessing.  With our tax money.  Including the tax money of us Uyghur Troglodytes who might disagree with such an expenditure.  

Of course, Right-thinking law firms will glom on to Boy Guv's pronunciamento, suing him and Taxifornia into the Stone Age.  Which is where it's headed.  That's why I say it won't be long before there's nobody left here but sign twirlers and Starbucks baristas...

But to that I, The Chuckmeister, now add "Abortion Careerism!"  We know how hard it must be for those overburdened Human Resources Department slugs to fill those corporate high-rise jobs that are currently going unfilled.  You know, the kind where the victi.., er I'm sorry, the employee is assigned to a cubicle, given a computer, and told to add the vargles to the preebles, and subtract the furnigles from 8:00 to 5:00, M - F, with a 15 minute break morning and afternoon.  Forever.  And wear a mask.  Maybe a gold watch when you depart.  Unless nobody's wearing watches by then.  And please God, don't get sick or "preggers" in the meantime.  

Er, forget that God part...

These are the jobs most normally filled by college-educated single women on their way up the "corporate ladder" to middle management as an Asst. Deputy Preebles Brand Manager, or something, and a (not so) nice pension.  And that's just fine with the corporations.  Single career women are cheaper to hire, cheaper to insure, cheaper to pay, and don't need those annoying days off to take care of "family business," nomsayin?  So any threat to the status quo, like a flood of babies to take time off to nurse, and add to insurance polices, is to be avoided at all costs.  So with the new ruling by SCOTUS on "Roe," abortion is or will soon be illegal in half the country.  

(R)oe is them...

Ah, but Voila!  There just might be a silver lining in all of this turmoil.  Some corps are now deciding to add "reproductive rights" to their benefit packages.  That's another of those Gubmint-speak phrases like "undocumented Uninvited Visitor" instead of "Frggin' Illegal Alien."  And it means they will pay some or all the costs of shipping their pregnant serfs off to a distant state so they can get an abor..., er, a "necessary medical procedure" if they happen to toil in one of those awful "Red" states.  If it involves the taking of an unwanted and nascent life, we'll just call it "reproductive rights."

You see how manhandling the language, throttling it to within an inch of its life, can help to change peoples' perspectives?

No discussion, BTW, about providing a stipend or a subsidy for their min-wage workers who might decide to keep that mass of protoplasm.  To start and provide for a family.  The absolute bedrock of our civilization.  Nope, no stipend, to put it simply, for life...  Only to take a midnight plane to Vegas so they can climb up into the chair, spread their legs, "fix" the problem, do a little gambling, and be back at work on Monday, 8:00 a.m. sharp!  I'm guessing the casinos might even fork over a special corporate package!

How responsive to their shareholders!

And speaking of their shareholders, here are just a few of the corporations which have so far offered to pony up for out-of-pocket costs to end the "affliction" of unwanted pregnancies:

   -   Dick's Sporting Goods is offering to pay up to $4,000 in travel expenses for their "birthing people" to go find an abortion out of state.  And please come back soon and get back to work.  Dick misses you, and your cubicle misses you...  

   -   Amazon is right alongside Dick.  Not literally.  Bezos has Laura.  Anyhoo, $4,000 for each employee.  Seems to me you could carefully arrange each pregnancy to coincide with the best beach weather here in Taxifornia.  Too big to fail, too big to care, I say.  I can see it all now; some smart babe working in the Pumpkin Center, MO Amazon distribution center (there might be one!) will turn her min-wage job into two all expense-paid trips a year to our most exotic locations (the beaches are in RED states, remember!) for not observing proper birth control measures.  And oh yeah, the ACLU will dare Amazon to stop paying her.  And the tens of thousands like her.  Sort of like with guns.  Don't blame to shooter, blame the weapon.  Don't blame the woman's complete failure to utilize effective birth control measures, just blame the state.

BTW, many of them can't even define "woman," including our newest Supreme Court Justice, so there's that...

   -   Starbucks is also agreeing to cover costs for their baristas to travel out of state for an abortion.  Jeeezus!  How profitable is a cup of coffee when Starbucks can pay $4,000 to keep a $15.00 an hour barkeep protoplasm-free? 

   -   Alaska Airlines.  Well, duh!  They've got the planes already, remember?  They've got a head start with virtue signaling.  That's sorta' not fair, right?  

   -   Yelp!  I'm guessing it's just to keep them from getting any bad reviews.  From their own staff.  They're being held hostage.  It's the Helsinki Syndrome, I'm guessing...

   -   Levi, Strauss, Inc.  There must be something in the foggy air out there in San Francisco.  Something that causes everyone who lives there to become raving, screaming Left-wing, wild-ass nutcases who think hopping over piles of sh*t to go out and get yourself a $75.00 kale salad lunch is somehow okay.  So much so that even a maker of jeans has to weigh in.  I think there should be a law that corps must move out of SFO for at least one year out of every ten in order to achieve "equity."  And keep your head on straight.  Either that or just shut the Hell up about politics.

   -   Tesla, Inc.  Mr. Musk has been married three times and has TEN children, some of whom continue to admit to their birth gender.  And he just had twins the other day with some errant executive at SpaceX.  (Didja' hear about the guy who tripped and fell into his secretary?  Heh, heh...).  So what he does with his money is his bizz.  (Especially if he buys Twitter!). 

   -   Uber, Inc.  They'll drive you to your abortion.

   -   Lyft, Inc.  So will they.  But they'll get you there faster!

(Maybe they'll have a colossal wreck and cause a yuuuuuge pileup and keep folks from getting to their protests!)

   -   And lastly, for now, but there will surely be more later (the list of companies offering to pony up for abortions is now up to 95!) is Disney, Inc.  They've lost more than 53% of their stock value waging a "grooming" war with FL Gov. Ron DeSantis.  That works out to a stunning $103 Billion Dollars.  They decided to insert themselves into this kerfuffle, and Mickey's pockets are now a little more bare.  Let's see if Disney CEO Bob Chapek still has his job at this time next year.

(BTW, Disney could have built 20 shiny new theme parks for the amount of money they've pissed away in this needless and wasteful show of "wokeness...")

Joe O'Biden is now threatening to build abortion centers on Federal land (!).  He's just signed an Executive Order making permanent some jibberish designed to placate his Progressive base.  In other words, since he can't do anything, he's making permanent the already obvious.  Or how about a nice, new Planned Parenthood abortion center next to that Indian casino near you?  And some dufus Left-wing doctor is suggesting floating abortion centers just off the 12 mile coastline of Mississippi/Alabama!  Sort of an "f-you" from the O'Biden supporters to our Conservative friends.  

And then there's the war over morning-after abortion pills.  Will the "Red" states make them illegal?  And how?  Will there be a guy at the post office looking over the incoming mail?  And will they be sold by a guy in a trench coat in back alleys outside your local high school?  And when, exactly, will these same corporations begin to one-up each other in an effort to pirate the others' employees?  When will the $4,000 in travel reimbursement become an offer of $5,000?  Or $6,000?  Or actually drive away employees who also happen to be - horror of horrors - "mothers?"  Or even just plain ol' Conservatives?  You know they do exist!  

I should add about here, I think they're so friggin' eaten up with the raging dumbass that they just might.

It would seem to me that there's really simply solution to all of this "sturm und drang" going around.  Ready?  

Turn off the "news" you've been watching if you're being lied to and learn that the Supreme Court has returned the awesome power to rule over women's lives to the various states for decisions on abortion to be made by you, the voters.  And if you don't like your state's abortion laws, vote with your feet!  

And for those women who've been using Planned Parenthood's abortions for birth control, they might now want to think about getting birth control pills.  They're only $9.95 a month, and they're free from many sources if the woman cannot afford to pay.

And yes, I said "woman."

Maybe birth control pills should be dropped out of Gubmint helicopters over our Deep Blue Inner Cities like rock candy in an effort to stop this "epidemic" of unnecessary and unwanted and horrific abortions.  Some 63,000.000 of them as of now!  Nothing else has seemed to work...

P.S.  Be sure to remember all of these above corporations the next time you go out shopping.  Remember also, you vote with both your feet AND your pocketbook...

18 - USC - 1507

That number up there, fellow Patriot, is the Federal law governing conduct outside a Federal and Supreme Court Justice's home.  It states that picketing or protesting outside their homes in an effort to change or solicit or influence their vote on a pending bill is a Federal crime!  It is a felony!  It is punishable by a $5,000 fine and up to ten (10) years in the hoosegow.  

That's ol' timey' cowboy speak for "prison." 

And as we know for the past nearly three months pro-abortion activists have been parading up and down the streets in front of three of our Conservative justices' homes, only their homes, banging drums and screaming at the top of their lungs.  At all hours of the day and night.  Generally making fools of themselves and life unbearable for the Justices, their families and their neighbors.  

Which is exactly the idea.

So why doesn't the Attorney General enforce the law and arrest the protesters?  Even today, after the "Roe" opinion has been delivered?  Yes, why?  There can only be one reason.  O'Biden and the idealogues he works for and with were hoping that a Justice or two could be shaken from their intended vote.  And by "shaken," I mean, by any means necessary.  Including an assassination or two.

One was attempted awhile back, you might know.  You might know it if you watch the right news channels.  For if you watch the wrong ones, such as MSPMS and the Clinton News Network, you'd never know.  Because they never reported it.  Neither did the "alphabets," ABC/CBS/NBC/PBS/and NPR.  I guess they just didn't want their serfs to know...

They really screwed up and I know they know it.  Had a Justice been "offed,"  O'Biden and his gang of sycophants would have issued the obligatory words of sorrow.  Boo hoo.  Maybe even a press conference.  Where O'Biden gets to read what somebody else wrote for him.  And then he could have appointed his/her successor.  Which would have been a Liberal activist like Katenji Brown Jackson.  Who so completely removed from reality that she cannot even define the word "woman."  

And that appointment would have necessarily taken a few weeks.  Which would have by design forced the matter past this SCOTUS session, as specified by Congress, and given the Progressives a year to figure out an answer to this fifty year-old question: how do we legally kill our fetuses up to the moment they graduate from the third grade?

To which the only real answer is the one this Supreme Court just delivered.  And that is there's no "Right" to an abortion in the Constitution.  They've looked for it high and low (and I often think "high,") and just cannot find it.  Look for it somewhere else.  Maybe from Amazon or Tesla or Boy Guv Newsom.  Oh, they'll bitch, and they'll bark, and they'll whine and whimper.  But they'll just have to come to terms with the facts; no amount of not following the law got a Conservative Justice murdered.

Talk about the gang that couldn't shoot straight!  This gang can't even get somebody ELSE to shoot straight!

Let's See if I've Got This Right...

Did you know that between and China and India, they together produce more than 53% of all atmospheric pollutants?  That's COx2 and methane and cocaine and some other stuff.  And did you also know that China produces 32% all by its commie self?

And between them they're opening three coal-fired electricity generating plants every single week!  While we mothball ours.  

Yes, we've put out of service all but 157 of our 456 coal-fired plants.  Why?  Because it makes Sandy Cortez happy.  And making Sandy Cortez happy is the only thing on what's left of good ol' Joe's "mind."  

Oh yeah, and the United States of America produces only 23% of all atmospheric pollutants.  Only!  While we are simulfriggintaneously producing more than 40% of all energy production!  In the entire world!  

And we're down from 28% pollution in 1974!  That's when we started requiring catalytic converters.  Which gave thieves something else to steal.  So pollutants are down even though our population and growth have increased exponentially since then.  And that's as a result of capitalistic corporations cleaning up their act, all on their own!

Example:  Did you know that those green-loving Feds required coal-fired plants to install "scrubbers" on each of their smokestacks, at a cost of more than $100,000 per, as the cost to continue operation?  And after making that investment many have STILL been shut down?

And although inconvenient to Joe O'Biden and Sandy Cortez and all the Climate Zealots roaming around slashing tires and stopping traffic, the Earth rotates on its axis.  Follow me here.  And the atmosphere, that stuff "up there," rotates in the opposite direction.  One goes to the left, the other to the right.  So what China puts into their atmosphere today...will be directly over Joe O'Biden's Rehoboth Beach, multi-million dollar, Delaware mansion, which we paid for, next Tuesday.  So somebody really ought to tell this old bozo that convincing the Saudis to burn their dirty oil over there, instead of us pulling our own from the ground and burning it over here, only results in dirtier air you have to wait a week to experience...

So could somebody also tell me why people are protesting nearly everything and everybody to get some really tough "climate controls" (Progressives believe they can control the weather!)?  To force the end of fossil fuel usage, the single greatest reason for the rapid advancement of Western Civilization?  The reason why America leads the entire world?  So they can go back to horses and buggies?  No, not them.  YOU!  They'll keep riding around in Gulfsteam 5's, but you'll have to walk.  Too bad, so sad, boo hoo.  The price to continue living, they'll say.  Of course, that won't be living, now will it?

When was it we lost our freedom, exactly?

Why are they protesting US again?  The U.S. of A.?  Why aren't they parading up and down the street in front of the Chinese Embassy?  Could it be they think that it wouldn't do any good?  Me thinks we should work extra hard to make them think it won't do any good here, either.  

And me also thinks maybe they should have spent more time on real subjects in school instead of "equity and diversity and inclusion..."

(BTW, Sandy's parents are rich, she graduated from Boston College, she believes deeply in whatever she uses as a soul that we'll all roast in a fiery Hell when the climate goes off the rails, and she still hasn't paid her back taxes.  Just sayin'...)