Shall We Talk Definitions?

I thought I'd share with you the New Oxford Dictionary's definition of two words being tossed about in the our Media these days: 

Conservative:  "Favoring free enterprise, private ownership, and socially traditional values."

Well, here's The Chuckmeister's definition:

In other words:  "Let's strive for the smallest government it takes to properly preserve our safety, and keep our military as strong as it takes to deter aggression, while keeping that government out of our wallets, our bedrooms, and our gun cabinets."

Progressive:  "Advocating or implementing social reform or new, liberal values."

The Chuckmeister:

In other words:  "They wake up every morning asking, "What is unfair?  What am I owed?  What has offended me lately"  And, "What must my country do for me today?"  

Put succintly, the traditional American ethic of achievement gives way to the progressive ethic of aggrievement.  

I have the feeling it's a good idea for God to take figuratively "take out the "trash" as we grow old so there won't be anyone around to remember just how good it was "back in the old days."  Like two years ago.  Before the Commmie Pinko Dummass Liberal Weenies were put in charge.  

While they cling to power like an STD.   

It's the "Frog in the Pot" Syndrome* finally writ large.  Finally come to pass.  Despite the very outrageousness of that entire premise.  We're living it, fellow Patriots! 

Sadly! 

The Democrats have quadrupled down on their ruinous Progressive policies in our 50 largest and Bluest Big Cities.  Where 87% of all of America's crime exists.  Where addicts are clotting up the sidewalks, and cars are getting jacked, and stores are getting robbed, and one has to step over sh*t to enter pricey restaurants.  Just before they go out of business.  

They did it.  They took hold of the tiller and steered their cities into the shallows.  And we're all watching them slowly, inexoribly drown...

Would it be too "shallow" of us to say,   

              "We told you so?"

Can't We All Just Get Along?

My home town was so boring we used to outrun the cops just for fun.  Sometimes several times a night.  As I said, boring.

Yep, I come from a little town called Chillicothe, Missouri.  Its population was under 10,000 when I grew up there, and it still is.  It's about 5 miles long, beginning to end, with the business district taking up less than a mile of that.  Two banks, one movie theater, a Dairy Queen, and a bowling alley with six pool tables (thank God!).  It's the Livingston County seat, so it has a big courthouse in the middle of town, whichis smack in the center of tens of thousands of acres of rich famland and the famers to farm it.  

What's not to like?

Anyway, I grew up in a time when drag racing was just catching on in my part of the Country.  And God knows, we caught on with it.  And although small, my town had about 20 of the fastest cars in the Nation.  We raced them against each other every night of the year.  At the Old Highway 36.  About 5 miles outside of town.  Right past the Grand River bridge, and over the Bear Lake Bottoms.  An old wrinkled and cracked, dangerous two-lane blacktop highway put out to pasture from years and years of (over)use.  No lighting at all, so as dark as the inside of AOC's heart.     

Except we outlaw drag racers found it and repurposed it.  To the chagin of local law enforcement who tried their best to shut us down.  As I said, "tried."  We pooled our $'s and bought walkie-talkies.  We stationed one volunteer at each end of where the Old and New Hwy. 36's came together.  So if (more likely when) the highway patrol tried to sneak up on us, we'd be alerted and disappear into a cloud of dust.  We thought we truly were something.  And for the time, we really were.

We would cruise the "four lane" back and forth, from one end of town to the other.  Flashing our lights and honking our horns at each other as we passed, religiously, never failing to do so.  For failing to do so would invite an early form of "cancellation."  

We'd park in the Dairy Queen every now and then, just to show off our freshly-polished rides (all rides were freshly-polished back then - we might not have been, but they were) and rub elbows with cohorts.  We'd always back into the parking spaces, and then open the hood.  To show off our sparkly, chrome-splashed engines.  Sort of a male bonding exercise.  We'd then get some fries and a Coke and sit back and schmooze.  

I sit here loving on the memory.

Then we'd call each other out for a race at the Old Highway and the cars would vacate the D.Q. in a rush.  Gone!  And in less than a minutes they'd all disappear, with smoke hanging in the air and trails of burnouts and rubber marks headed south.  And the D.Q. would be a morgue...   

What a thing!  Once the racing was over a few hours later, we'd head back to the D.Q. and then talk all about it.  I had a buddy (Hi Dick!) who worked at a printing company make me up some "BLBTA" stickers we racers could put on our cars.  It stood for "Bear Lake Bottoms Timing Association."  Sort of a middle finger to law enforcement.  But if they were to ask what it meant, we had all agreed to tell them, "Better Leave Betty's Tit's Alone."    

Testosterone is a funny thing.  And in all the years of racing on a dangerous deserted two-lane highway, there was never an accident.  Never an injury.  As they say, God looks out for drunks, old people and stupid kids.   

But then, if there was no racing to be had, and the D.Q. was empty, we'd go cop hunting.  We'd try to position our car going in the opposite direction of a cop, with both at the same stoplight.  And then, when the stoplight changed, and they started heading south, we'd do a world-class burnout heading North.  Screeching our tires to beat the band!  Making a racket that would raise the dead!  Laying two black strips of rubber for a dozen yards!  The cops would do a "U-ey," of course, and chase us.  In a tan, four-door plymouth with a 318 cu.-in V-8 and a two-barrel carburetor.  I, on the other hand, was driving my Dad's '58 Oldmobile Super 88 at the time.  And it was fast!  And even full of me and my friends, we easily outran that Plymouth and its 600 pounds of cops.  

Both of them.

I'd do a block-by-block escape, doing lefts and rights in quick succession, laying down world-class drifts, and be gone!  Within a minute or so I'd click that then new-fashioned garage door opener thingie at my Dad and Mom's house and drive in, closing the door rapidly behind me.  

It would be dead quiet, except for the "clicking" of the various mechanical pieces of the motor and drivetrain cooling off after the severe workout I'd just put it through.  We'd be doing our best to hide our laughter there in the dark garage as the cops drove by, slowly, their spotlights dancing all over our house.  They knew it was me, of course, but they had to catch me.  In the act. 

Why?  There was an ordinance in force at the time requiring the cops to actually catch those who flee, as opposed to believing they know who is was that had just fled.  So it was sort of an unspoken arrangement between us goofballs and the cops.  Most of whom we'd gone to school with (I know, never end a sentence with a preposition).  Picture Boss Hogg and an orange Charger.  Except Upper Midwest instead of Deep South.  So we'd run, they'd chase us, we'd get away.  And then we'd sometimes do it again.  Hit rewind.  In the same evening!

Ain't life grand?  

Maybe I'll follow this one up with how our then Sheriff Kelsey Reeter was caught and canned because his Black hooker girlfriend's naked footprints were found on the inside of the front windshield of his police cruiser.

Now today, it seems cops get all butthurt if an ordinary citizen shows them their a*s.  They call in the troops!  A dozen cars and a doggy to bite you and a helicopter to chase you from above!  Is that fair?  I don't think they got the memo!  It's supposed to be fun, doncha' get it?   

Can't we all just get along?   

"Jews for Justice"

What was the first thing the good citizens of Dodge City, Kansas did back in the 1850's, when the Town Marshal wasn't doing his job?

As in, his citizens were dying in droves?  Averaging one a day during its most tumultuous years, it was.

They put together a local citizens' group, sort of like a posse, but without the horses.  It's job was to provide protection for the local shops and businesses.  Often because local law enforcement was corrupt.  On the payroll of the local railroad, or mine owner, or maybe an evil land baron or two.  Who cared not a whit about the plight of the average citizen.  

Sound familiar, fellow Patriot?

And it worked.  Wyatt Earp, who'd been the town marshal, and his brothers rooted out "The Cowboys," a group of local killers funded by a cattle baron, and brought peace to Tombstone.  

But what I'm suggesting is the "Magnificent Seven," times about 20.  The "7" trained the population of that small movie village to fight way back then, except it was Wyatt Earp and his brothers doing the training.  He trained those Good Guys to own and use firearms.  They then shot up the Bad Guys, just like in the movies.  In fact, this whole event was the basis for the movie.  And whichever of them were left when the smoke cleared ran like bandits.  Straight for the exits.  Roll credits, fade to black...

To America's Jews:  You could do that again.  If you're finally pissed enough at expecting the Democrats to protect you, I think you finally have your answer.  And I'm offering an invitation for you to do something about it.

I'm suggesting we form 

               "Jews for Justice."  

It will be based upon one Key Operating Principle; 

if you can't make them love you, at least make them fear you.  

(Which, BTW, is also my key operating principle for the United States of America.  If the Bad Guys won't love you, stop giving them money and make them fear you for a change.  Duh!)

I'll offer all the advice and counsel regarding firearm acquisition and the requisite training necessary to use them.  I have a team of folks who could offer that assistance on Day One.  Others could offer training on the other skills you'll need to function on your own.  A little kung fu, some jiu jitsu, and a tad bit of mui thai.  All the stuff you'll need to know to get away and stay away from the people who want to kill you.  Who've wanted to kill you for eons.  Deep down. 

Ask yourself this: would even the dumbest would-be criminal break into a bodega if they thought there was even the remotest chance the proprietor was waiting behind that front door with a 12 guage shotgun?  Loaded with buckshot?

Which of you would have guessed that the students at more than 200 colleges and universities would have marched in favor of "Palestine" this week, demanding your death and the death of your Country?  I doubt their parents, however Left-leaning, would have sent them away to these expensive schools knowing they'd be brainwashed into Marxist revolutionaries.  Plus, bringing home a huge student debt, to boot?  I think not.  

Is this nuts, or what? 

There is Stength in Numbers.  Picture a few thousand well-armed Jews patrolling Lost Angeles' streets, for instance.  And imagine the fear that would be visited upon all the Bad Guy gangbangers if they were to learn that all the Jewish shopkeepers are finally pissed enough to arm themselves up and be considered dangerous?    

And they wouldn't be encroaching on the cops' beat, as the cops are totally absent these days.  They've all left L.A. and taken safer, higher-paying jobs in the subburbs!  And the ones that are left are hiding under their desks at HQ, "for officer safety!"

My own personal theory is that the Jews have been the victims down through the ages because they don't present a defense.  They've been a soft target for millennia, and the appeasement tactic they've been using isn't working.  They've been using prayer as their shield, when God had already answered their prayer by providing firearms.  Everybody has a beef in life!  Everybody is pissed about something!  They've been unloading on the Jews...because they could!  Maybe it's time some other minority take the heat.  How about trying something different for a change?  How about becoming a badass? 

How about becoming Chuck Norrisowitz?

Why not take matters into your own hands?  Why not force your enemies to fear you?  And I'll help!  If you have a particular skillset you'd like to contribute to our group effort, please sound off.  I even know a 6' 5" Jew in Minnesota who's even better armed than I am (Hi Mike), and even more pissed.  And I'm sure he'll wish to become an integral part of this effort.

In the meantime, I end with that age old question:  

                   If not you, who?

              And if not now, when?

It Must Be The Salt Air...

Have you ever noticed that the farther you go from either of our respective Oceans into the interior of our Great Country, the smarter our population seems to become?

Or, perhaps you're so unfortunate as to never have had that opportunity to travel extensively.  If not, please allow me, The Chuckmeister, a skilled and professional former traveler, to take you on a tour...

Yep, fellow Patriot, I've given this matter exhaustive study.  And research.  I've been in 38 countries and 49 states (sorry, ND), so I've formed some opinions on the matter.  And having been born and raised in the Upper Midwest, and then having relocated to the then-Great State of Taxifornia, back when it still WAS a Great State, before it was taken over like in the "Pod People" by a bunch of crazed, Left-wing loonies, I have a unique perspective on it as well. 

And yes, long sentences are soooo delightful! 

I've learned that those living in Lost Angeles, for example, and Portland, and Seattle, and San Franpoopco especially, or heading East to New Yawk City, and Baltimore, and Chicago, are certifiably nuts.  Either for choosing to live there, or as a result of having lived there.  And in either case, certainly for not moving!  

No matter, the result is the same; those choosing to live in these godfersaken places must love high rents and high gas prices and high taxes and high crime rates, and high-minded busybodies constantly telling us all what to do, and an all-time low level of personal safety.  

Otherwise, they'd move.

And that those living between the Sierra Nevada (those are Mountains) and the Appalachians (those are Mountains, too) tend to be a whole lot smarter and better educated and less neurotic and more Patriotic and all-around happier than their "City-fied" bretheren and sisteren.  

And in Taxifornia, because we're so unfortunate as to be afflicted with 57 genders, "otheren."    

The Coastal Elites are absolutely certain they know it all and are happy to share that knowledge with their "Countryfolk."  Those would be the ones so dreadfully unfortunate as to live outside New York.  Or SFO.  Or L.A.  The Coastals all go to school at fancy colleges and universities, and then bring their educated selves and enormous student debts back to the Big Blue Cities.    

The Coastals buy and drive those fancy little plug-in electric cars, at twice the price of far better performing gas-powered cars, simply because their snooty neighbors would try and cancel them if they didn't.  And because they know that by doing so they'll somehow "fix" global warming.  

Whatever the Hell that is.  

And the Real People who live in our Heartland buy and drive Big, Burly, Heavy-Duty pickem' up trucks, powered by Hydrocarbons!  Lots and lots of them!  Of which we have gobs.  While eating hot dogs and drinking non-Bud Lights.  Yeah, America!  A 900 year supply of oil and gas!  Right there under our feet!  Guaranteed to us by our own United States Geological Survey!  Which O'Biden and his Yalies won't use because...dirty!  And when those Coastals run out of wind and solar power, those of us with big ol' gas powered trucks will be (un)happy to give 'em a ride!  

For a price, of course!  (Have I run out of exclamation points yet?!?)  We have to give those (under)educated miscreants a lesson, now don't we?

!!!

But in the meantime, there really are Two Americas, but not the two that the Rev. Pencilneck likes to talk about on MSPMS.  It's not the Rich and the Poor; rather, it's those who reside within about 100 miles from either coast,  and those who, fortunately for them, don't.*  

Those who live and work and play in our Heartland have it right.  That's why 1,000,000 Californians have waved "bye-bye" through the rear window to the once-Golden State in just the past two years.  That stuff the Coastals have been sniffing all these years is wearing off.  They're waking up from their sun-filled stupor.  They're breaking the habit.  Previously hard-core Californians have grown tired of being carjacked and overtaxed and stepping over piles of sh*t.  And Texas and Florida and Tennessee and South Carolina and Arizona and Nevada are counting the brand-new tax proceeds from all these new emmigrees as a result.  $Hundreds of Millions in new tax proceeds for sunbelt states, courtesy of CA and NY.  And all they had to do was...obey the Constitution.  

Taxpayers tend to vote with their feet, doncha' know...

You hear that noise?  It's the roll-up rear door on those U'Haul trucks slamming shut as they prepare for their journey East down the I-10.  To greener pastures.  And when you're leaving California, all pastures are greener...  

As I've been commenting for years that it won't be long before there's nobody left here but sign twirlers and Starbucks baristas.  But I may have to make a change to that admonition now that Bidenflation has grabbed us by the a*s.  Those sign twirlers may not be able to afford Starbucks $10.00 a cup coffee anymore... 

*   This does not include Florida.  No, fellow Patriots, Florida managed to avoid the dummmassedness that was going around among Salt Air political leaders (you reading this, BoyGuv?).  It's become that "Shining City on the Hill" we've all been looking for, and some have now found...

DAMM! Dat Ol' Boy Can Sure Save!

Now,  I dunno' about you, but I always thought a U. S. Senator's salary of $175,000 a year was a real come-down for most of those who choose to serve there.  

And $225,000 a year for Vice Prezzz is most assuredly a brush-back pitch.  But for some reason folks want to burnish their illustrious careers in business or industry with a term or two at the end of it as a U. S. Senator.  Or even as Vice Prezzz.  One can only wonder why, especially after viewing some of them and their recent antics.  I mean, John Fetterman?  And the torture they're subjected to by our rabid "MainStreamMedia."  

I mean, Fetterman?  Pullleeeezzzee!   

Most of our Senators were CEO's, or high-ranking military officers, or famous doctors or inventors or investors, like that Democrat from Utah posing as a Republican.  You know the one.  

I won't mention his name, as I hear he's in the Witness Protection Program.

But Fetterman?  Really?

So, agreeing to serve "The People" for what I always thought was a token sum is truly admirable.  For that sum couldn't pay the light bill on most of their homes.  I mean, Al Gore's Nashville mansion measures 22,000 square feet, fergodssake!  

But then there's "Lunch Bucket Joe."  Our erstwhile POTUS.  That guy who dutifully rode the Amtrak back and forth from Baltimore to D.C. five days a week, for 134 years, must have been salting it away.  Keeping most of it for a rainy day and eating PB&J sammies out of that lunch bucket.  You know how I know?  'Cause he just wrote a check for his house!    

      NOBODY WRITES A CHECK FOR A HOUSE!!!

There are two kinds of people: those who can write a check for a house, but finance it, and those who cannot write that check, like 99% of us, and finance it.  Same deal.  Anyone well-heeled enough to be able to write a check for...

                    $2,744,001 

would do that!  They'd make a minimal down payment and use OPM (Other Peoples' Money) to invest in other projects and make more of it.  Takes money to make money, and all that.  They have money.  It took a lot to make it.  They don't want to give it up.  That's what rich people do!

But Not Joe!  He wrote a check!  And doncha' know this check he wrote came fast on the heels of a phone call only two weeks earlier between his errant, whoremongering, crack-addicted son Hunter, and a member of the Chinese Communist Party dude back in 2017.  A guy named Henry Zhao.  Hunter said to him, "I am sitting here with my father and we would like to understand why the commitment you made has not been fulfilled."  

Hunter boy was sure pissed.  I'm guessing his drug dealer was at the door with an kilo and he couldn't pony up the cash.  So I'm assuming he'd been sent out as the Bag Man for the O'Biden Mob, forcing the collection of $10,000,000 for, ummm, what?  

We have yet to learn.   The Family Business, perhaps?  But it must have been important enough to pry $10 Mil out of the Chinese Commies.  But it worked.  And the $TEN MILLION arrived!  And notice how Joe got his share?  Approximately one-fourth of the entire load.  And notice how less than two weeks later his share was magically transformed into a...house?

So I did a little rudimentary math on the subject.  Assuming he paid a 33% income tax rate (doubtful, as it's not yet proven all these payments were ever recorded), Joe would have had to save his entire income from serving as Vice President, and 11 of those 134 years as Senator, to be able to save enough to write that check.  And all this doesn't take inflation or the reduced time value of money into account.  But no matter, we'll just take 19 years of income.  All of it.  Every penny.

And remember, fellow Patriot, Our Boy Joe has not one, but TWO beach homes in Maryland.  And the other one's worth more than $10 Million!  Dayummm!  Dat ol' boy can sure save, can't he?*

*   Just in:  The House Select Committee just released proof that Joe received a direct wire payment of $200,000.  His brother Jim got a $200,000 payment, and immediately turned it around and sent it to Brother Joe.  Sort of a poorly-disguised attempt at money laundering.  The so-called "MainStreamMedia" has told us over and over they need proof of a direct payment.  Okay, you co-conspirators in the downfall of a Nation, here it is!

The Drumbeat of War...

Suddenly, it's feeling a lot like 1938.

Germany was decimated by World War One.  It's factories were flattened.  It's cities were pulverized.  And it's citizenry were killed, by the hundreds of thousands.  This was all by their (leaders') choosing, I should add, so we didn't shed a tear.  They started the War.  Yet, the Marshall Plan, the tool by which the Allies intended to rebuild Germany, had it paying the price of rebuilding all by itself.  With no means to do so.  Plus paying back all Allied governments for their War investments.  Starting with America and Britain.  It was unfeeling and unworkable.    

In short, the Germans were pissed.  So pissed they elected a young firebrand named Adolf Hitler in the early 30's as their Chancellor.  He promised to restore Germany to its former greatness, while embarking upon a path to take it there.  

That included illegally building up Germany's air force and navy in secret, hidden from the eyes of the Allies, which forbade doing so, and preparing to take back all the territory they'd lost during WW1.  Starting with the "Sudentenland," the area that used to be in Eastern Germany.  The United Nations punished Germany by giving it to Czechoslovakia.  And they began arming up, quietly, to take it back.  

By force.

Fearing this, the British Crown dispatched Ambassador Neville Chamberlain to Germany in June, 1938, to talk Hitler out of his plans.  But he didn't know that Hitler had already put the wheels of war in motion.  After his visit, Chamberlain came back to Britain and told the King and his people they were safe from Hitler.  That he'd been given Hitler's assurance of that fact.  So much so that Chamberlain delivered a speech on radio on June 15th, 1938, to the Good People of London, proclaiming:   

   "We shall have peace in our time."

Chamberlain sealed his name into history by doing so as the "Appeaser-in-Chief."  The all-time, major league "pus*y."  He wound up being Hitler's mouthpiece and lapdog.  He sullied his and his family's names forever.  Which also wound up delaying Britain's military buildup and readiness for the War that was surely coming.

I arrived in Germany a short 20 years after WW2 ended.  I was sent there by the U. S. Army to protect America from communism (you'll note I did a pretty good job).  I recall they'd yet to fully rebuild from the ravages of War ended decades earlier.  Their heads as a people were still down.  They'd been led to their own doom.  And it lit a fire to the entire world.  We should use it as a learning experience.  If we get beat down enough, it just might happen here someday.  

I visited a museum while there and picked up a 1,000,000 Deutch Mark note.  Their currency.  And it was the size of a bath towel.  Inflation was so rampant toward the end of the War that one million DMarks wouldn't buy a loaf of bread...  

The world was full of anti-war zealots back then, just as it is now.  Just as it always has been.  Those who believe that appeasement, almost for its own sake, is always the best way to approach murderous killers.  The best way to respond to those who decapitated 40 of their Jewish children, is for the Jews to bury their dead, go on home and forget about it.  Sort of a, "Please kill me last," strategy.  Many of the Congressional Democrats were calling for a ceasefire before the Israelis even fired the first shot in payback.  Imagine that.  

After all, they think, the Jews must have cheated somebody somewhere along the line to become so successful.  Read "The Merchant of Venice" if you need an example.  And that was based 500 years ago.  So maybe they have it coming.  Maybe they shouldn't try so hard.  Study so hard.  Work so hard... 

And the Arabs are jealous.  Even though in a tiny country the size of New Jersey, the only Middle Eastern country without oil, the appeasers still want to direct Israel to give up more.  More land for peace after having given up way too much land for peace already.  Google the "Middle East."  It's huge.  Enormous!  It's the size of America, fergodssake!  And somewhere in that vastness is a tiny spot known as Israel.  The Arabs have no land to give the "Palestinians."  None.  After having given up the West Bank and the Gaza Strip, the Jews have to sacrifice once again.  Something tells me the Jews have drawn a line in that sand...  

It's hard to believe God permits people so damn dumb to breath American air.  My air!  

In Sun Tsu's "The Art of War" he warned that, "In time of peace, prepare for war."  I doubt he'd approve of O'Biden's draining our Strategic Oil Reserves to the lowest point it's been in 40 years.  Neither do I.  Or that he unilaterally abandoned Afghanistan, leaving behind $8 Billion Dollars in weapons.  

Or that he permitted Putin to encircle Ukraine over a period of 13 months without taking defensive action.  Which would have prevented the current costly war.  

Or refusing to hurry up the delivery of planes and tanks and weapons to Ukraine.  Or Taiwan, which paid for those planes 4 years ago.  

Or refusing to deal with the fact China has co-opted nearly every country in South America while he's been dithering with transgenders and proper pronoun usage and trying to screw gun owners some more.  

Or perhaps his most egregious act of malfeasance, or perhaps the intentional undermining of American sovereignty, refusing to close our Southern Border.  Across which more than 1,000,000 "Gotaways" have gang-rushed our once secure Country, while 7,000,000 have walked in and given up.  Who are they?  Where are they from?  Why didn't they simply give themselves up for "asylum" unless they meant us harm?  Mr. O'Biden, their future activities are on you!   

That's why you and me have to prepare to protect ourselves from the terrorists who no doubt were among those One Million.  Remember, it only took 19 dedicated killers - without guns - to bring down the Twin Towers.  

I won't be around to fight the upcoming war.  I fought in a last one.  This one will be up to you.  And be forewarned, that war is surely coming.  It's right on our doorstep.  I can hear the drums beating now.  The only question is, just who will be our Chamberlain?  Will it be Anthony Blinken, our Secy of State?  I say no.  

      I suggest it's O'Biden himself...   

We no longer have a police force protecting us from harm.  That safety was stolen away by those Left-wing activists who chose to "defund the police."  Our police!  So now it's up to you to protect yourself and your family.  Visit your friendly gun store today and find out how... 

"Prop. 47"

California does things differently.  And doing stuff "differently" for the sake of being different, can prove disastrous.  

Take the Proposition 47 Act of 2014.  We citizens can actually collect signatures to put an initiative on the ballot here in CA.  And if we get enough people to sign, it's there.  And Prop. 47 was one such initiative.

George Soros' money got it passed and we've been paying for it ever since.*  It actually moved the minimum threshhold to charge for a felony for certain crimes here from $250, which is already far higher than other states, to $950.00!  Yes, you read that right.  $950.00.  

It's $50.00 in Iowa, if you need a comparison.  Go figure...

And as you've heard, this pertains mainly to shoplifting, which will kill California.  It's already forced more than 50 major businesses to vacate San Franpoopco.  That includes "Park Place," with more than one-half of all the square footage of all commercial space in the City.  Including their 39 screen movie theater.  And both Nordstroms.  And their two biggest hotels.  Gone.

But it also pertains to grand theft, carjacking, breaking and entering, assault and battery, mugging, armed robbery and a slew of other felonies!  14 of them in all.  Didn't know that, didja?

So once the word leaked out it was Open Season.  The gangbangers started swarming upscale department stores and jewelers, stealing $Hundreds of Thousands of dollars in goods in a minute or less.  And then selling it on TikTok and Ebay and Facebook.  Everybody knew it, and nobody did a thing about it.  

And because of the "Defund the Police" movement, soundly embraced by Lost Angeles' Left-wing City Council, and so many other Big Blue Cities, there's no cops to around to stop them.  Even our last Sheriff advised us to stay home if we wanted to stay alive.  And although a Democrat, that Sheriff was voted out by Democrats in favor of another Democrat who promised not to tell them the truth about how bad things really were.  It's gotten that bad.  

So now we normal, law-abiding, God-fearing folks are faced with a choice: continue to obey the laws, like we should, or go over to the Dark Side and start taking Our Share.  And remember, Prop. 47 guaranteed us we could steal up to $950.00 per store, per day!  And then move on down to the next store!  

And now that BoyGuv has signed into effect a new law making it illegal for shopkeepers to try and defend themselves against the Five Finger Discount, I cannot see any reason why we Older Folks shouldn't band together and take our Piece of the Pie.  Ya' with me?

So get in touch with me and we'll plan our own foray into Beverly Hills' finer stores.  I'll follow everyone around with a calculator so you don't "over steal."  That would be impolite, doncha' know.  

Perhaps we could even put together a moving train of electric scooters, going store by store, just stealing our as*es off.  And don't they call this "Equity?"  Where everybody winds up in the same place?  With the same amount of toasters and snow blowers and 14k rope chains, and mink stoles?  Yeah, well, we've got a lot of stealing to do before we get fully equalized!  

Remember back in the old days?  When things were normal and safe and slow and easy?  And nobody was shooting at each other and no stealing was going on and criminals went to jail, where they belong, and nobody was dying from Fentanyl and no sabers were being rattled?  Like, ummm, 

                  three years ago?

*    George Soros is the Hungarian Jew who hates Jews, loves money, hates capitalism, loves socialism, and is dedicated to using his ill-gotten $Billions (he tried to bring down the Bank of England!) to install "no cash bail" in all our Big Blue Cities.  

"Special Interest Alien" Apprehensions.

I dunno' about you, but I was always led to believe that our Border Patrol folks were there to keep illegal aliens out.  

Imagine my surprise, then, and perhaps your's as well, when an undending flood of humanity started flowing across our Southern Border, at the invitation of our POTUS, and our Border Protection folks started ushering them in.   

So far, our Border Patrol has welcomed more than 7,348,000 illegals since Joe O'Biden assumed Office.  Giving them each a plane or bus ticket, and clothing, and food, and pricey shelter in used-to-be beautiful Downtown New York City hotels, and $2,200 a month* until they get settled.  Which may be never. 

All paid for by you and me, I remind you.  Sadly. 

Oh yeah, and now recently a "right to work" card.  So they'd stop causing trouble and breaking our laws and killing each other and giving Guvner Kathy Hochul dyspepsia.  And trashing a previously upscale Times Square hotel.  And start taking those jobs meant for Americans.  With the unstated goal behind all this tomfoolery, proclaim them brand-new American citizens so they can vote!  Democrat.  Forever.

That was the Plan.  Excepppppt, reality crept in and messed up our Democrats' playpen.  All of a sudden even those north of I-70, inhabiting those Big Blue Cities, are beginning to pay attention to Joe's Chaos Down South.  And how it's ruining even their privileged lives.  Because it's been visited upon them by the likes of TX's Guv Abbott.  Who's been sharing his illegal
"wealth" with others of those "sanctuary cities."  From what we hear, he's 'shared' some 110,000 illegals with NYC.  He's "shared" less than 5% of his illegals, and they've lost their minds.  They really Do Not Like It!

Why is that, Mayor Adams?  You like sanctuaries, right?

But the very worst part of this deal are those pesky "Gotaways."  A guessed-at more than 1,100,000 of them, we're told.  Guessed-at by the very folks we pay to catch them.  It's like they're bragging about not doing their job.  But I looked a bit deeper into that statistic and found out that there's an internally-known grouping called "Special Interest Alien" apprehensions. 

Not just everyday, ordinary illegal aliens, mind you, but "Special Interest" aliens.  That's what they call them.  Why?  Because maybe they're our enemies, perhaps?  But that's okay.  I hear they turned them loose into the Interior anyway.  Are you reading this?

Here's a partial listing of those who our Border Folks actually caught during recently ended CY '23.  And while you're perusing it, think of the 1.1 Million who weren't caught!  Here goes...

      Afghanistan:  6,386

     Egypt:  3,153

     Iraq:  123

     Lebanon:  164

     Syria:  538

     Mauitania:  16,847

      Turkey:  30,949

     Uzbekistan:  13,874

     Yemen:  139

     Jordan:  186

     And my personal favorite turned out to be a draw: 

     Iran:  659, or               

    Palestine:  1,613

(And News Flash, the State Department just announced this morning that more than 2,000 Chinese were apprehended just since the beginning of new Calendar Year 2024.  That's two weeks, folks!)

O'Biden promised us back in September, 2019 that he'd import 3 million illegals a year if we'd just elect him.  We did, and he did.  One of the few promises he's kept.  

It's kinda' hard to end a blog posting like this one without once again advising my fellow Patriots to be sure you're sufficiently armed-up in preparation for what could come.  Following the Democrats' successful efforts to "defund the police," there's almost no one left to help when you call 911.  And these "visitors" from places that hate the ground we walk upon puts us in danger.  You're paying for safety in your property taxes, but you're not getting it.  It's now Dodge City all over again.  And your safety and the safety of your family is once again up to you.

Good luck...

*    Illegals are given $2,200 a month, while the good citizens of burned-out Democrat Maui got a one-time Visa card worth...ready for it?  $700.00.

When All The Choices Are Bad...

The U.S. Army used to pay me (not well) to noodle out war strategies in a complex, real-life game of "Who lives, and Who dies."  

And one of the very first things my commanding officer taught me was, "When all of the choices you face are bad, choose the choice least bad."  Sort of, apply "Occams' Razor," work backwards and then go ahead.  Secure in the notion you've made the very best choice, even among a sea of bad choices.  Even if that choice is likely to result in death and dying.

Seems simple, right?  But you'd be surprised how many people go all nutso, tying themselves into knots trying to figure out which choice to take when the "right" choice may be simple.  If they'd simply open their eyes.  

Now, I realize my previous blog posting on Israel probably changed nothing in the Middle East.  But even so, just between you and me, fellow Patriot, let's apply that sort of Deductive Reasoning to the almost unbearable situation the Israelis now face.  A bunch of crazed terrorists shot up more than 1,000 of their countrymen and women and children, and they want some payback.  Seems to me they have three choices to get it, and all of them are bad.  They are:

     -  They could  Forgive and Forget:  Just do as the United Nations and the students at Harvard and our (in)famous "Squad" in the House and all the uneducated racist dolts espousing anti-Jewish hatred are demanding, and apologize to the "Palestinian" terrorists for forcing them to become terrorists.  Even though there are no real "Palestinians."  And then give the Gaza pirates a few hundred million $Shekles, bury their dead and go on home to lick their wounds.  For the umpteenth time. 

Bad choice.  

     -  Or they could do a Full "Scorched Earth" Invasion:  As the title to the left there indicates, that means a block-by-block, building-by-building, room-by-room invasion.  Over a period of weeks, even months or years.  Lots and lots and lots of both Israelis and terrorists will die.  Booby-traps, IED's, hidden snipers.  Hundreds.  Thousands.  Tens of thousands will die!  A bloody, agonizing death suffered by each of them.  More terrorists than Israelis, no doubt, but still buckets of blood.  

That will help cure the Israeli blood-lust.  It will also inflame the so-called "Arab Street" (where's that street, again?).  Which is about 20x bigger than the "Jewish Street."  It would likely end in an expanded war, possibly even resulting in World War Three.  Big Boomskies!  We all die!  Got it?  

Bad choice. 

     -  Or sit back and Let Them Starve:  This is my personal favorite.  The IDF has the Gaza Strip all bottled up.  The terrorists are completely encircled.  And so are the more than 2,000,000 Gazans who voted in HAMAS as their political party back in 2007.  Which means they're getting exactly what they voted for.  I like it when people get to express their political preferences, don't you?  And they have, good and hard.

The IDF has cut off all the water, and the fuel, and the electricity to Gaza.  They will run out of all of it soon.  The entry/exit points have been closed and the entry of all food and supplies has been cut off.  I can't imagine a single reason to launch a ground invasion, which would guarantee a horrendous casualty rate, when simply waiting would work quite nicely.  

Think a seige not unlike the one visited upon King Herod's Fortress Masada by the Romans 2,000 years ago.  The one where all the members of an obscure religious sect of Essenes chose to commit suicide rather than be killed or captured on April 15, '73 AD.  All 900 of them.  They chose ten of their group to kill ten each.  Then one of the ten would kill the other nine, who later committed suicide.  Who knows, if the Israelis chose to simply wait them out, to starve them out, if the terrorists would choose suicide instead of capture?  I kinda' doubt it.  Terrorists are cowards by nature.  And cowards don't commit suicide.  They commit murder.  Or if all else fails, "suicide by soldier." 

But one thing is for certain:  The tables are now turned.  It's now the Jews who are now bringing the siege... 

Best Bad Choice.

Be advised that all the Left-wing, pro-Palestine gaggles the world over will clutch their pearls over all this.  They will cry, and scream, and gnash their teeth over the poor, starving Palestinians.  To which I would reccomend those folks go into Gaza and try and talk them out of their Holy War against all things Jewish and all things Israel.  Yeah, that oughta' work well.

I remind everyone, the residents of Gaza voted for HAMAS to be their governing body in 2007.  And that was the last election that's been held.  As we say, "You break it, you bought it."  They voted for it, they own the results.  And the results will be Biblical.

Put simply, if BeBe hired me to advise, I'd say choose the choice least bad.  Build a ring of Israeli soldiers around Gaza.  Then sing songs on loudspeakers, and do BBQ's, with the smell of cooking pork wafting over the fence, and dance around a thousand campfires all happily like, while the starving Gazans gaze across the border wall, while collecting rain water out of their boots.  Of course, some may try and flee.  Across the border wall.  Into Israel.  Turning them shooting gallery targets.  Saves ammunition that way.  Pick 'em off, one-by-one.   

Fitting, right?      

 

Scorched Earth...

Up until four days ago, it was as hard to acquire a handgun in Israel as it is in some parts of California.  And Chicago and New York City and Baltimore and many of our other Deep Blue States.  

Israel has been worried for decades that loosening firearm restrictions could enable the terrorists it sees on all sides to somehow illegally acquire them.  This is despite the fact that every Israeli has been conscripted and served two years in their military.  And trained to use all sorts of firearms including automatic weapons.  And then sent home to become defenseless against any sort of aggression?  Does that make sense to anyone?  That sort of backward, "prevent defense" sort of thinking has enabled only 1.5% of the Israeli civilians to obtain firearms.  

           Up until four days ago, that is.

The Defense Minister of Israel just issued an emergency declaration eliminating all regulatory impediments in the hope that "...as many people as possible can acquire a firearm."  Funny how chaos and tumult and facing one's own idiotic and indefensile prior decisions can tend to focus the mind.

                          ///   +++   \\\

I was all armed-up in the back of a C-130 along with a hundred of my fellow warriors, ready to be dropped into the middle of a War Zone.

That was on June 10th, 1967.  Five days after every Arab nation had just attacked Israel, and the U. S. was on alert to support Israel's efforts.  The storm of info coming out of the region was such that we didn't find out we weren't going in until the plane was warming up on the tarmac that day and the War was already over.  

It was to be forever named "The Six-Day War." 

Fortunatetly, the balloon didn't go up.  My unit was told to stand down because the Israelis had already kicked some major ass.  Incredulously!  No one expected that the Jews would prevail.  A postage stamp-sized democracy in a sea of Arab shieks and religious zealots and a gazillion buckets of sand.  ALL the Arabs!  Egypt, and Jordan, and Saudi Arabia, and Qatar, and the UAE.  The entire Islamic region.  It was a pile-on, pure and simple. 

We in the Army had a joke about it.  We said the Israelis won so quickly because they were using Hertz Rent-a-Tanks at $50.00 an hour.  Yeah, funny back then.   

If anyone wonders whether appeasement works, consider this:  Despite Israel having given the West Bank and the Gaza Strip to the "Palestinians"* for peace back in 2007, it wasn't enough.  They wanted to push the Jews into the sea.  They wanted it all.  The United Nations had given the Israelis the absolute worst, most miserable piece of dirt in the entire Middle East back in 1947.  It was the only country in the Middle East without oil, but because it was their historical Biblical home, they turned it into a garden wonderland.  And a technological powerhouse.  Think about that.  But the so-called "Palestinians" would take nothing less than everything.      

Israel is the only bright shining jewel in a steaming pile of cow manure.  It shines like a diamond in a goat's ass.  And the Islamist extremists have a major case of the butthurt.  So I suggest that Israel do the only thing they can do in a situation like this:

Drop leaflets from your helicopters warning that a Major League shi*storm is coming.  Get your tanks and your trucks and your planes and your hundreds of thousands of troops lined up together, and then...  

            Go all scorched Earth.

Think "Sherman's March to the Sea."  Leave not a blade of grass still living.  Not a whimpering cur alongside the road.  I was taught in Army Intelligence that there are some folks you just cannot deal with.  So they must be eradicated.  With extreme prejudice.  And then let the sound of nothingness prevail.  Run a 24-hour cable news feed from downtown what used-to-be Gaza City.  The silence would be defeaning.

Be as brutal in your response to this outrage as the criminals were in causing it.  And give no quarter to those wishing to trade hostages for anything.  Those hostages were dead the day they were kidnapped.  And their kidnappers will suffer and die a slow, agonizing death for their sins...

Once the dust has settled on this travesty, this human-caused catastrophy, only after the cancer has been excized, only then can the Israelis and the friendly Arabs begin to rebuild this region into the way it should always have been.  

And rebuild it with everyone having the absolute, God-given Right to "...keep and bear arms."  Like some of us still enjoy here in America.  Nothing less will deter soulless cowardly savages. 

On the way out the Digital Door, ask yourself this:  Would the "Palestinians" have attacked and killed innocent Jewish civilians if they'd been armed?  

*     There are no "Palestinians."  There are only non-Hashemite Bedouins who were living in Jordan when the Partition occurred back in 1947.  The United Nations divided up the Middle East, choosing to give land to Israel and Jordan, but none to those calling themselves "Palestinians."  They proved to be such human trash that King Hussein showed them them door.  They immediatly moved into Israel and declared war.  And with only sparse periods of relative calm in between, that war has never stopped.  This time the Israelis may finally put a stop to this lunacy.  

They've Trained Us Not To Care...

I'm afraid that like trained seals, we dutifully pay our "voluntary" taxes, and occasionally vote for whomever.  If it doesn't inconvenience us too much...

Sometimes even using the "eenie, meenie" method.  That's assuming we even bother.  But normally we don't really give a sh*t who's running things.  Assuming our paychecks keep on cashing.  And Armageddon has yet to occur. 

(What's that Armageddon thing, again?) 

Because we've been trained not to.  Not to care.  Not be become involved.  Not to participate.  Just to send in your entirely "voluntary" fees and charges and taxes, local, city, township, county, state and Federal, and then shut the Hell up.  

Who do you think you are?  We Ivy League ideologues don't need no input from you, damned citizen!

I've just summed up the ennui which has befallen America.  An enormous cloud.  We're simply too successful.  Too big.  Too rich.  Too powerful.      

                         So was Rome.

The famed 17th Century French economist and philosopher Alexis de Toqueville, a yuuuge fan of America (remember, they were in the process of overthrowing Louweee), offered up his opinion.  He said America would only fail when its politicians learned they could vote to attain, and then keep elective office using their constituents' money.  That would be your money, fellow Patriots.

           We've surpassed that milestone.

Most of the historians among us know we're over the top of the hill (our own Mid-Life Crisis) and racing downward at breakneck speed.  Toward our own Day of Reckoning.  And perhaps our own Doom.  

My Father was an observer of people.  One day he sat me down and said, "You know, the most dangerous man in the world is a man who don't know what he don't know."  We have a bunch of 40 year-old Yale grads running our Government who've never managed a Subway, telling us what kinds of cars we are permitted to drive and stoves we can use.  As if in a MARKET ECONOMY we should need their permission.  Or require it!  

Psshaaaww!  (That's pronounced "Pisssshaw!) 

They know our current generation is the very first in our Country's entire history that hasn't had to fight for our freedom.  The very first whose citizens have not been required to face conscription.  And then show up to serve.  The very first more worried about their Instagram posts than the safety of their Country.  And because the half of our Country in the Big Blue Cities isn't being taught civics and history and their obligations to their Country, they don't know what they don't know.  Dangerously.  

Just a thought here, but I fought for you so we wouldn't have to be here.

                 And yet we're HERE!

Not in Today's America.

When I was a kid my dream was to become a U. S. Senator.  Or maybe Congressman.  Whichever.  But only after my professional pool shootin' days were over (hustling); and saving the Nation from communism, via the U. S. Army, which you'll note I did.  And finishing up my college degree, after matriculating at no less than five (5) facilities of higher learning (the first four summarily invited me to leave).  

I was brought up believing that the height to which one could hope to attain was becoming an elected Congressperson.  To be able to serve your family, your friends and your Country.  No higher honor.  To go to Washington, to serve, and to then come home.  That was my dream.  And I sought it with every move I made throughout my early career.  I got married and bought a house and had a mess of kids and started a company and hired a bunch of folks and spent decades as a contributing member of society.  

And about that time they, the "Powers that be," started romancing me about running for local office.  A necessary perquisite to climbing the elected ladder.  They suggested the city council.  Or maybe the school board.  Or take my pick, they'd be behind me.  As the "first rung" on the ladder to even higher office.  Maybe state senator.  Or even governor.  And then I thought of my early goal; becoming a Congressperson.  This was the time to decide.  Did I wish to pull the "trigger," metatphorically speaking, and grab at that brass ring?

Ummmm, no.  I decided that the America I'd grown up in was no longer.  That the entirety of the elected elite seemed to no longer be working for the voter.  Rather, they seem to now be sucking at the public teat, padding their own personal wealth, forever.  

And ever.*

All this bile was necessitated by my watching the House Committee on Impeachment Inquiry conduct its first meeting a week or so ago.  It was a ping-pong match between those on the Right and on the Left as to whether the Committee should even exist.  That wading through mountains of "dots-not-yet-connected" evidence weren't enough for the Left, ever so furiously protecting the "Big Guy."  

Their stumbling, bumbling, "Mumbler-in-Chief." 

It had to gall those on the Right.  Having a Hearing to try and determine if there's enough evidence to launch a full-blown impeachment won't work for the Democrats.  To have to hear such bullsh*t and keep a (reasonably) straight face.  Especially when Mzzz. Ocasio-Cortez chose to chime in.  She made me dumber from having to listen to her.  She's got to be the only waitress in history to never bring anything to the table.  If she's our high water mark as to citizen attainment in our Country, then we're doomed.  We're in deep doodoo.  We're screwed.  

And remember, as taxpayers, you're paying for it.  

And let's not forget my personal favorite, Democrat Rep. Hank Johnson (D-GA).  Mr. Johnson famously commented some years ago that we should not base more of our soldiers on Guam, because that poor island nation just "Might tip over."  

Hmmm.

And Gerold ("Jerry") Nadler (D-NY).  Can't forget him.  He's the guy who famously wears his trousers belted ABOVE his nipples.  You can't pay attention to what he says for how he looks and dresses.  

And new to the scene is brand-new Senator John Fetterman (D-PA).  This guy's a slob.  A mental case, and a slob.  A guy who has to be ordered to put on a suit and tie, as if it's his right not to observe a centuries' old tradition.  Think about this: he arrived in Washington, D. C. needing months of mental rejiggering before he could even speak a full sentence.  Months off the job for Pennsylvania.  Professionalism is dead.  A fish rots from the top.  I guess this fool proves the old adage.  Can't you just imagine how awful this must look around the world?  

"Progressive?"  I'll take a pass...

I have to believe that each and every one of these elected folks were successful enough in their prior lives to warrant the trust of their voters to send them to Congress.  And represent them to their maximum abilities.  And for them to have to sit through this crap is personally demeaning.  I wouldn't do it for 10 times what we're paying them.  a Hundred Times!  They have to have a deep-seated need to be thrashed and to have their characters' demeaned to keep from getting up and walking away.  Unless they are full-blown masochists, they should resign in protest, immediately!

Congressional Democrats should be ashamed of themselves.  If they had any shame.

I was always taught people were judged by the company they keep.  I don't think hanging around this crowd would be a good for your reputation, unless making $Millions of Dollars from such bottom-dwelling is more important to you.  

And that's why I chose not to run for elective office.  And plenty of good reasons to run from it... 

*    (See "Gold Bar Bob (Senator) Menendez, if you doubt me.  $500.000 in cash and hundreds of thousands in gold bars in his sock drawer for selling out to Egypt.  And he was tried for the same offense back in 2016 and escaped only via a hung jury.  Some people are just born thieves.  And then New Jersey elects them to higher office...) 

Couldja' Help a Guy Out Here?

I'd like to start by thanking you, my loyal readers, my fellow Patriots, for putting up with my spleen vents over the years.  And God knows, I've had many.  More more than 1,200 of them, so far.  Starting the day after B. Hussein Obama was immaculated, and continuing ever since.  I was so distraught over the outcome of that particular Election that my good bud Geoff West, a remarkable blogateer in his own right, suggested I dump my tears into a blog.  And this thing you're viewing, as they say, is the result.  And I'll continue until I either grow tired of doing so, trade horizontal for vertical, or you grow tired of reading it.  Whichever comes first.  

And I assume you'll let me know about the latter...

And remember, this is just between us.  No passing along.  I've been able to get away with spleen dumps in the middle of the Democrat Party's social media by being small and unnoticed.  Let's try and keep it that way, shall we?

But in the meantime, I have a few pressing questions that I've yet to find an answer to.  Or, to which I've yet to find an answer.  With apologies to Yoda.  Only my English teach Mssss. Wall would care.  But anyway...

First, it seems there are two kinda' guys.  And some girls.  And here in the land of $7.00 gas, others of 57 genders.  There's the kind that wears hats/caps, and the kind that don't.  And I'm one of those in the latter camp.  Because wearing a cap/hat messes up your hair.  And then you've got to recomb it.  Without a mirror, usually.  Put simply, I didn't start with a whole lot of looks, so I don't want to mess up what I have.

Got it?

So how about that other group?  The kind that likes to wear hats/caps?  Or has to, depending upon their line of work.  Just an observation, but I'm thinking that this bunch are either bald, or have a "bad hair day" every day. Or maybe they're just too damn lazy to comb - and recomb - their hair.  So they cover up their shortcomings...by covering up their shortcomings.

That was a joke.

Okay, I get it.  Some people aren't blessed with hair like mine.  Some people need to hide that fact.  But why...now listen to me here...why do many if not all of those folks turn their caps around backwards?  

Why?

Work with me here: the bill on a cap is designed to keep the sun out of one's eyes.  As in what a baseball player needs.  Because it was created for them.  So why choose to defeat the very reason for wearing it?

Forgive me, but I admit to staring at some of them.  Are they trying not to become "rednecks?" *  Or are they trying to make a fashion statement, as my eldest daughter suggested?  I don't know, but I think it looks stupid.  Idiotic.  Full-growed-up men wearing a baseball cap backwards on their balding heads.  Looking like fools.  Some even do so while wearing suits.  Go figure.  

Here's the deal, as the most lying of cops like to say.  Either a), wear your cap pointed the right way, or b), toss it in the trash.  There.  I've said my piece.

Next, can you please tell me why we 'Muricans permit the formation and operation of Public Sector Unions?  I mean, they work for us, don't they?  So they're working for us, but are lobbying us as a group for higher wages and better benefits.  Without, BTW, the right to strike (employees in public sector unions are forbidden by law to strike!  Did you know that?).  So they're going into battle without their guns loaded, so to speak, and those who lobby on our behalf seem to ignore that little fact.  So we treat them like they have some horsepower here, when in fact they DO NOT!

Look me in the eye here, Mr./Mrs./Mizzzz/Them/They, when you take a job in the public sector we all know you cannot be fired.  It would take a suitcase nuke to blow you out of your job.  You'd have to be caught in bed with both a hooker and an underage boy/girl.  And you get every friggen' holiday off, including some I've never even heard of.  Black Transgender Dwarves Day?  Well, maybe not, but only because they haven't thought of it yet.  I mean, "Juneteenth Day?"  Really?  They get to stay home that day!  Did you know we're up to 12 Federal holidays?  Twelve!!! 

And with their Cadillac health benefits they can change their sex if they get bored.  And then change it back again!  Only costs a $Half-Million each time.  Not their money.  Just sayin...

Did you know there are 19.23 Million Public Sector employees here in America?  And 33.1% of them belong to a Public Sector Union?  And almost all of them belong to the SEIU.  That stands for Service Employees International Union, BTW.  They count among their members all the maids that turn down your sheets at the Holiday Inn.  And the folks who flip burgers at MickeyD's.  Nice neighborhood to hang out in; hotel maids, and the lady who answers the phone at the Mayor's office at City Hall.  

And once again, don't they work for us?  If they don't like the pay and benefits, and the only thing they can do about it is bitch and moan, why don't they quit?  They can make $175,000 a year driving a UPS truck.  But no, they think they can and should protest their own job's pay and working conditions!  

Why didn't I choose that line of (non)work, again?

I say, "Get a life!"  And "Get it now!"

And One Last Thing:  Our Black citizens demand to be called "African-Americans."  As if they honor and bow to Africa more than the Country of their birth.  And it galls my a*s.  And it should gall yours.  Name another minority that demands to be called by their home country...first.  I can think of one thing that just might lower the temperature on this whole race thing, and that's for our Black people to finally adopt America as their home.  Unless Obama objects.  And since he's the guy who lit the match and restarted our race wars starting back in 2008, I think he just might...  

There.  I've spoken my piece.  What do you think?

*     The story goes that farmers develop red necks because they work outside all the time.  And the sun shines on their necks all day long, sunup to sundown.  So therefore they must be dumbass farmers.  And farmers must be dumbasses.  The folks who make our food.  Get it?  Me neither... 

Donors to the Vampire's Blood Supply.

Fellow Patriots, the average traffic fine in the once-Golden State of California may now be as low as $35.00.  Yet, when all the garbage fees are tacked on, by the county and the State and the cops and the fire and rescue, it balloons to...wait for it...an average of...

                               $710.00 

Garbage fees?  Let's talk about that, shall we?

You know I've been taking our police forces to task lately because they're set up on a paramilitary basis to try and "catch" ordinary citizens doing mostly minor infractions so they can fine them.  And in many cases those fines can be substantial.  As in, yuuuuge!  As in supplying the majority of a town's budget in some cases.  There's an instance of a town of 440 people in the Midwest, right next to I-70, with more than 25 cops on the payroll.  You can imagine why.    

I'm going to use Costa Mesa, CA as my example, 'cause I lived there for more than 40 years, I still love it, and many of my loyal readers still call it home.  It's a lovely little city with lovely people.  So they'll want to know what my research has uncovered about their Fair City, and their (Un)fair State.  Here goes:

     -  Get caught on your cell phone in CM?  By the time all the charges and fees are tacked in (more on that later), it'll cost you $178.00.  Plus an average increase in your car insurance of $224.00 per year, for the next three years.  Gulp! 

     -  Run a red light in CM?  We're talking $450.00 for the all-inclusive ticket, plus an insurance rate hike of $272.00 per year for the next three years.

     -  The average traffic infraction fee in CA?  We're talking $490.00 in fines, plus that infernal $272.00 insurance rate hike.  For 3 years.

Just so you know, you're looking at 6 x the base fine in extra, pile-on fees.  And for that extra insurance fee, their "rule for the road" is 1 - 15 mph in speed over the limit, they bump your rates $288.00 a year for three years.  16 - 29 over, $317.00 a year surcharge.  Because you were a bad, bad boy.  And because you'll be extra careful from then on, that extra fee likely goes to pay for their Christmas Party.  Or to buy back some of their shares.  Just sayin...

Now then, on the way out the door, my exhaustive research has coughed up this hairball.  All those extra fees?  Tacked upon every single traffic ticket?  Here they are:- 

     -  $40.00 - Court operations fee.

     -  $35.00 - Conviction assessment fee.

     -  100% of Base Fine:  California Penalty Assessment Fee.

     -  $1.00 - Night Court Assessment Fee.

     -  $7.00 of Every $10.00 of Base Fine:  County Assessment Fee.

     -  $4.00 for Every $10.00 of Base Fine:  DNA Assessment Fee.

     -  20% of Total of All Fines - California Surcharge of Traffic Citation.

Be aware:  You are a prospective donor to the vampire's blood supply.  But because so few of us, relatively speaking, get caught up in the vampire's web, a fraction of 1%, we as a society pay no attention.  I suggest you start paying attention.

Don't you feel like most of the above "fees" were tacked on simply because they could?  Did they hold public hearings on these fees?  No.  Were you there to object when they came up with these "fees?"  No.  Do they meet often to consider a restructuring or reduction of these fees?  No.  But you're subject to them, nonetheless.  

And that's why I'm against the system as it's currently constructed.  They punish us for any of the 366,345 "crimes" on California's books.  And we're talking the equivalent of a week's pay for many of us.  3% of us patrolling the other 97%, eagerly awaiting the opportunity to pounce.  To raid your wallet.  Whether you were guilty or not.  To bring that day's tickets back to their "lair" and then to get rewarded by their department because of their "productivity."

Drive carefully.  You're not paranoid if they're really after you.  And trust me, 

                they're really after you...