"The Quiet Part Out Loud"

Bloomberg TV conducted an interview with Department of Homeland Security Secretary, Alejandro Mayorkas yesterday.

Mayorkas was asked what he intended to do with all the millions and millions of illegal aliens he's let into our Country.  One would assume he'd have answered the same way he answered Congress when asked that same question.  As in, "The Border is secure."  

But no.  This time he went off his well-seasoned message.  Presumably believing he was in the friendly camp, he decided to finally tell the truth.  See if you find Mayorkas' answer both startling and enlightening...

"There are 12 million people in the United States illegally who contribute so fundamentally to our Country's well being."

Well then, that finally puts a number to the flood of illegals coursing across our Southern Border.  Most of those railing against these Country-destroying policies have been forced to put the number closer to 7 million illegal crossings.  Because they didn't have the real number.  Because the Government, YOUR Government, wouldn't give it to us.  But Mayorkas, the guy charged with making sure nobody crosses our Border illegally, has overseen 12 million of them!   

12 Million!  Did you know that's more people than live in 11 of our states?  Including Hawaii?  And Alaska?  And O'Biden's own Delaware?  Did you know Mayorkas has let in more people than live in, Houston, Chicago and Baltimore?

I'll leave you with Joe O'Biden's own words while on the campaign trail back on September 19th, 2019.  He said, and I friggin' quote:

"Elect me and I'll open our borders to 3 million new immigrants every year!

That might be the only campaign promise the Mumbler-in-Chief has kept.  And the one we most feared he'd keep...    

The "Summer of Love"

Unless you've been living in a refrigerator box behind the local Wal-Mart, you've no doubt noticed the violent anti-Jewish and anti-Israeli protests taking place across our oldest, largest and most prestigious college and university campuses. 

You know, the ones that cost parents a $New $Car in tuition every year they send their precious darlings off to their "re-education camps."

The result should have been predictable.  Protests involving tens of thousands of students, each waving Palestinian flags or shouting "From the river to the sea!"  Hopefully not knowing the gravity of those words.  

Or perhaps, they do.

These were purported to be our best and our brightest.  Should have been our best and brightest.  Our post-grad and post-doctoral students from $60,000 a year, Ivy-League schools, hurling the most vile invectives at their fellow Jews.  Fellow Jews with whom they've broken bread and shared a campus for years.  Without any such racism and hate previously surfacing.  Why?  And why now?

And to add to those questions, let me add a rather jarring factoid:  99.9% of all these students who are so violently and often illegally protesting Israel and the Jews today will not suffer a backlash or other negative response to their evil and divisive actions.  But they WILL be Professors and Chancellors and Superintendents and Presidents and Chairmen of our largest and most prestigious universities, tomorrow.

Let that sink in.  And then consider the following...

                        /////   +++   \\\\\   

I often wondered what happened to all those drug-addled, booze-drenched, sex-crazed anti-war wierdos who infested the Haight-Ashbury District during San Franpoopco's "Summer of Love."

You don't remember them?  Thousands of tie-dyed hippies, constantly stoned, engaging in full-on sex in view of SFO's kiddies, right there in the public parks? 

Kinda' like they do today, BTW.  It was illegal then, and they did it.  It's legal now, and they're still doing it.  Just sayin'...

But for those who wonder where the so-called "MainStreamMedia," and all our colleges and universities went off the tracks, I would say just take a look back at the "Summer of Love."  I watched it from afar.

Now we're all living it from "a-near."

My thesis is that, having nowhere else to go, all those stoners and anti-social, change-the-world zealots went on to colleges and universities.  And then, since their only talent was smoking dope and protesting, stayed on there to become tenured CPDLW* professors.  Professors of "Black Studies" and "White Colonialism."  And even "Medieval Lesbian Poetry."  While they brainwashed your children!  

Yes, fellow Patriots, they stayed on at their alma maters to teach socialist/ Marxist/communist garbage to the children of priveleged, upper-income parents who struggled to send them there.  Or even worse, where the kids take out student loans they can't repay.  Unless the Mumbler-in-Chief decides unilaterally to cancel them later.  Which he's furiously now doing in an effort to buy their votes.  Sad.  

Or, permit them to now declare bankruptcy to avoid repaying their lawful debt.  And then shift the burden of repayment on you and me.  The Taxpayers.  And we didn't send our kids to those schools!  Because we couldn't afford it!  Do you see the irony in this?

You know that I've been advocating for years for parents to refuse to play this game.  DO NOT send your kids to these brainwash factories!  DO NOT make your kid waste money learning all sorts of useless nonsense they cannot readily convert into an income!  DO let them go to a community college for two years for almost nothing, while they work at Home Depot or MickeyD's to save up some money for when they head off to an upper-level college for their final two!  Why?

     1.  They'll get to grow up a bit before being thrust into The Game.  A Game in which they may not be Game-ready.  That's why some 40% of all college freshmen either flunk out, or achieve so little they're forced to repeat the classes.  And then achieve so little they wind up asking, "Would you like fries with that?"

     2.  They can get a job and learn to work and pay their bills and be an adult before they go away to school and waste your money as a kid.  Like I wasted my parent's money as a kid.  Yes, I come at this from experience.  You might as well learn from mine. 

The Bottom Line:  Our most prestigious colleges and universities exist only to promote the value of their own diplomas.  Which their graduates then wave around like victors on the Battlefield of Life.  So they can get better paying jobs.  Lemme' see here.  Pay more, get more?  Or pay more, and get it jabbed up your a*s more?

Or maybe pay less, get that coveted diploma, and wind up with exactly the same thing?  Duh!

*    "CPDLW" stands for "Commie Pinko Dummass Liberal Weenies.  The very best way I've found to describe these miscreants...

Dear Bebe...

November 25, 2023

Jerusalem, Knesset, Israel, Promised Land

Attn:  Mr. Benjamin Netanyahu, Prime Minister

Dear Bebe;

     I'd like to apply for the job as your Hostage Negotiator in your Holy War with HAMASS.  

     We all know this is the Palestinian terrorists' 7th uprising since your Country was created back in 1947.  Well, not "created," exactly, as God already did that when He gave Judea to the Jews in Genesis 12:1, multi-thousands of years ago.

So that little consideration has already been worked out, as they say.

Except this is the very first one in which the merciless, hedonistic, anti-God murderers have chosen to chop off babies' heads.  40 of them.  Which tells us they have no other hobbies.  They were given 25 miles of the most beautiful, pristine shoreline on the Mediterranean and could have built world-class resorts to help their people with the $Billions they were given.  But they chose to dig tunnels and make rockets and bombs instead, and chose murdering Israelis as their National Pasttime.

As we all know, it's in their Charter.  Oh, I'm sorry, not all, as it seems many of the students in America's most prestigious colleges and universities haven't bothered to read that quite yet.  

     And as you've surmised, killing them, like any invasive pest, is your only option.  Regardless of how much grief POTUS Joe is getting from the HAMASS-Wing of his Party.  And that Wing seems to be growing in size.  So we all know you have to stroke him a bit to keep those weapons flowing while you kill the rest of the terrorists, right?  Right!

     So I'd therefore like to provide you with a synopsis of My Plan in dealing with those mangy evil killers.  It's not lengthy.  Ready?  Here we go:

     "Release all the hostages now! 

  Otherwise, we will kill you sooner!"

     There it is.  You like it?  YOU LIKE IT?  I thought you would!  So all we have to do to put my little Plan in motion is slip a note to the Head HAMASSIAN living the life of luxury there in Qatar that you consider the hostages all dead.  Too bad, so sad.  That's the high price of doing that kabutzim-ing thing.  We'll tell them you'll no longer trade 1,000 evil terrorists for one 19 year-old IDF private.  Them days, as they say, is over.  Now, we'll trade 7.62mm rifle slugs and 155mm Howitzer shells for hostages.  So buckle up, HAMASS-ians, we're coming for you!

     That's the Plan, Bebe.  I'm available at a moment's notice to hop a plane and come join you and the IDF in your Quest.  To finally root out terrorism high and low (and preferably high).  Awaiting your call, or text, or email, or passenger pigeon, I remain,

                                  Very truly yours,

                                  The Chuckmeister

      

And The Winner Is!

By now everyone's given thanks for everything for which they're thankful.  Including the wheel, air, Band-Aids and pecan pie.  Especially pecan pie.

I have as well, to include my lovely daughters, their delightful children, and their sufferable husbands.  

But in addition, now that Turkey Day is over, I'd like to express my thanks for an item almost never singled out for thankfulness.  And I'm about to right that wrong, right here, right now, today.  Ready?

      ...The TV Remote Control!

Yes, fellow Patriots, no one asked me to dig deep to discover our Most Important Invention.  But as a Patriot, and knowing that my Gubmint is busy ushering in our newest voting bloc, those Illegal Aliens streaming across our Southern Border, the millions and millions of them, and micro-managing the War in Gaza, and desperately trying to convince us all that "Bidenomics" is good for us, I decided to volunteer.

America needs more volunteers, right?

So I looked at all different categories of inventions, to include the airplane (they fall out of the sky and kill people!), and guns (little items spurt out of their pointy ends and blood flows!), and even cars (4,000 lb. missiles driven by snot-nosed, pimply-faced teenagers, street racing all thither and yon and running down little girls on tricycles!), but there was one clear winner:  

                      The TV Remote Control.  

Nobody doesn't like the Remote Control!

Ahhhh, the freedom!  The new sense of ease that confronts one as one operates the leg lift on one's Barcalounger and prepares to view a rerun of "All in the Family" is just beyond belief.  And trust me, I know, because I was my Father's TV remote control-er for many years in my yout (what's a yout?).  So I welcome their arrival upon the scene with gusto.  

And vigah!  

Say you're an Amazon delivery guy/gal/it and you've been delivering packages to folks all day.  When you come on home, take your shoes off and put up your feet, the very last thing you want to do is get up and change the channel!  Especially when those insufferable "My Pillow" commercials come on!  Or maybe an ad for any of the 150 drugs to fix medical conditions you don't have!

Annnnnd, did you know that most Remotes have a "fast forward" feature?  That'll permit it to jump ahead 30 seconds?  And did you know that football plays in the NFL must happen every 30 seconds?  And that 2 games are often on simultaneously?  So you can watch two games at the same time by using the "FF" feature and jumping back and forth?  Sort of like speed football?  Back and forth, zip zap!  Did you know that?  No?  Well, that's why you have The Chuckmeister!

Yes, fellow Patriots, I love exclafrigginmation points!

So I say we knight the inventor of Remote Controls.  Knight, hell, let's make him/her/it into a Saint!  Saint Remote!   

There.  I've opined.  And my spleen is once again devoid of bile.  

Have a feet-up, channel changing-free day...

Like it Was Yesterday...

It was 60 years ago tomorrow.  November 22, 1963.

I remember that day as if it were yesterday.  The day Jack Kennedy was murdered.

To set the stage, I was hustling some "hearts" in Northwest Missouri State College's Community Commons.  That's what Liberals call a huuuuge dining hall.  It makes them feel more like it's important, so they must be important.  

Anyway, I was always hustling something.  Pool was my old standby, but poker, pin ball, drag racing, or even pitching pennies closest to a crack in the sidewalk.  And trying to earn a living taking $cash from the local student body was my goal that fateful day.  But it was early afternoon when the announcement came over the TV...

12:30 p.m. CST.  President John F. Kennedy had been shot!  The thousand or so kids in the Commons fell to a hush.  Sort of a rolling quiet all the way to an audio nothingness.  You could have heard a napkin drop in a room full of 1,000 kids.  Someone turned up the little TV in the corner to max and we crowded around it.  For an hour or more we were glued to that little TV.  We followed Kennedy's limo from Dealey Plaza, the locus of the shooting, and on to Parkland Hospital.  And from then we waited.

And waited...

The announcement came over the TV loudspeaker a bit later.  John Kennedy was dead.  Everyone sucked in their breath in unison.  This could not be happening, I thought.  Not in America!  They proceeded to transport his body to the airport, and then on up and into the belly of Air Force One for its trip back to Washington.  Vice President Johnson was sworn in as President as the plane took off on its journey into history.

To say we were shocked would be an understatement.  We were gobsmacked!  There were kids walking around in a daze, tears running down their cheeks!  You must remember those were the long-lost apolitical days.  Where being a Democrat or a Republican didn't much matter between friends.  Even enemies!  But when having your President murdered, did.  It put the entire Nation into a Major League funk.  And us as well.

The kids in the Commons that day had all grown up in an era when we all stood, hands over our hearts, facing the Flag and repeating the "Pledge of Allegiance" at the start of each school day.  And then later, in high school, we'd stand at attention by our desks as the principal read the "Pledge" over the loudspeaker as school started.  Hands over our hearts, facing the Flag, as always...

There was a Flag in every school room, of course.  Because this was the United States of America.  The Country that had Saved the World!  And we knew we'd already won the population lottery by being born in the only place on Earth with total freedom.  

Or, at least it was back then.

There were conflicting reports about how JFK was shot as soon as the smoke was clearing.  And I, being a certified gunsmith and competition shooter, knew the physical limitations of the weapon the accused was purported to have used.  In fact, I purchased one exactly like it via an ad in the back of "Field & Stream Magazine" in 1960 or early '61.  

It was a Mannlicher-Carcano carbine in 6.5mm.  That's about .270 caliber, roughly, or about what you'd use to hunt deer.  It was Italy's military equivalent of the German Mauser rifle patent, the most popular firearm in the world at the time.  it was both quickly and poorly made of all stamped pieces (not forged), and was infamous for its inaccuracy.  The one I bought included a 4x telescopic sight and cost me, are you ready for it?  $9.95.  Only.  

So now I was supposed to believe that a sometime communist revolutionary ex-Marine could fire three shots out of a rickety old bolt-action, WW2-era rifle, in something like 5 seconds, at an open limo travelling around a curve, at an estimated 9 mph, from the third story of a brick building, through a bushy tree.

Ummm, no!

I wasn't buying it, and neither were my friends.  To the point where four of us hopped in my 1963 Plymouth Sport Fury.  It fit four, and four of us made the trip.  Non-stop.  From Marysville, Missouri to Dallas, Texas.  17 hours straight.  At 100 mph for most of the way.  We were on a mission.  We were going to go there, look things over for ourselves, and figure out what happened.  We had appointed ourselves as investigators on behalf of those who couldn't make the trip.  That was back when we actually thought we could change the world.  And we were set about to do so.

Yeah, that's what we did.

We arrived at about 6:00 a.m.  We stopped for some coffee and doughnuts and directions to Dealey Plaza.  It looked pretty much as we'd seen on TV as we arrived, except the crowd had dispersed.  There were only a few dozen mourners left to mark the scene of the crime.  We drove past the infamous Texas Book Depository Building and parked across the street.  We exited my car and did an immediate 360 degree scope-out.  I stood directly across from the infamous "grassy knoll."  I viewed the entire scene.  And I can tell you there had to be a second shooter.  

If not a third. 

We stayed for the day and night and the next morning before departing for home.  At a more liesurely pace.  For we had gotten what we'd come for.  We'd decided for ourselves what must have happened by simply viewing the scene critically.  And many others had done the exact same thing.  However young and dumb we were, smoke could not be blown up our collective arsses.  

We weren't buying it.

P.S.  The Postcript of this blog posting is that the Warren Commission met for a year, reviewed some, but not all of the evidence, and quickly issued its "findings."  JFK was shot by a lone assassin.  Can I say, Bulls*it?  There are at least three main theories as to who put Lee Harvey Oswald up to it:  The Mob, the FBI and the Cubans.  But believe me, it wasn't only Oswald.  He was made the patsy sure as night follows day.  And anyone who paid attention knows it.  But as with now, there are way too few folks paying attention...

If you'd like another opinion on the matter, read Mark Lane's, "Rush to Judgement."  It's a 1,000 page, page-turner.  It lists all the evidence and all the efforts to cover it up.  And you'll be happy you read it because you'll finally know, and sorry you read it because you'll finally know...  

Very simply, the Warren Report was intended to defuse a bomb.  A civil war.  It did tamp down some of the uproar over this outrage at the time, but not all.  There's still an undercurrent of disbelief running through our society.  There's still the feeling that we were manipulated to make this story go away.

It hasn't gone away.  

I doubt anyone in my family knows of this, as I don't recall ever mentioning it.  But I'm telling it now.  On this occasion, as well as on so many other occasions, folks like me found out the Government had lied to us.  They started with Roswell, and just couldn't stop.  We caught them at it.  

This was the death of America's innocense.  And one could say it's been a downhill trip ever since... 

The World Needs a Scapegoat.

 How about if the Jews were to promise to just be "average" for a generation or two?  You know, maybe even below average, just to make up for their millenia-long dedication to excellence.

You know, not go to med school and become a rich and famous doctor, curing thousands of their ills while driving a Tesla.  Living up there on the hill, pissing off average folk who didn't extend themselves.  Or try harder.  

Those folk.

Or maybe no law school for, say, 50 years.  Maybe promise to not run for Congress or start a big bank or cure cancer and make $Millions.  Or become Hollywood directors like Spielberg.  Just maybe be truck drivers, or garbage collectors, or welders, or build Ford trucks on an assembly line.  That sort of average stuff that pays average wages and lets you live an average life in an average apartment or an average size house.   

If you're lucky, what with "O'Bidenomics" and all.

You see, I've cogitated on this matter and believe I have the answer.  Here it is: 

     The world needs a scapegoat.  

Since the beginning of time we've needed someone to blame when things take a dump.  And there are dumps being taken all over the place!  There always has, there always will.  And somebody needs to be held responsible.  Whether they have culpability or not.

Face it:  The world hates Jews because they're just plain superior to the rest of us.  They know that they have only themselves to fend off the animus.  Just as the Israelis have nowhere else to go if they lose their "Never Again 2.0" War, Jews have no one to depend upon but themselves.  Oh, they can look to America, as it always has, but you'll notice our Mr. O'Biden is starting to lose his "unwavering" support for their efforts.  

So, having no one but themselves to count on when the chips are down, the Jews have developed a culture of self-sufficiency.  And self-improvement.  A culture of education.  And necessarily, a culture of insularity.  

I'd say the world either needs more Jews, or it needs folks to act more like the Jews.  And it needs underperformers to stop laying their guilt on those who decided to follow their heritage and perform.  

So until or unless they do, how about the Jews lay become the slackers for awhile?  How about you Jewish parents send your little darlings off to junior college instead of Harvard?  Put the $70,000 a year into a world cruise.  Or a bigger house.  Somehow I doubt there will be huge anti-Jew rallies at the local J.C.  So maybe they can hide for a generation or two and let the torches and pitchforks brigade find some other race/religion to blame for their own shortcomings for awhile...  

Who knows, maybe they'll start in on the Blacks again... 

Want to Make Some Big $Bucks?

Hey there, fellow Patriot!  I've come up with a great new business opportunity! 

I have a new way for us to pick up a bit of extra $Cash while suffering through "Bidenomics."  It's called...

      "Live Better For Less:  Steal."

Now, this wouldn't work in South Carolina, or Texas, or even Arizona, where they'd throw your a*s in the slammer.  But it will work in Taxifornia, where you can (il)legally steal up to $995.00 a day, per location, without being grabbed up for a felony.

Simple misdemeanor here folks!

Yep, you can steal it from a Bloomingdale's, or you can steal it from a guy on the street, no matter.  Or, to be fair to our LBGTTLSQZXYZ2+++ folk, a gal/other.  And due to Proposition 47, which passed here back in 2014, raising that limit to absurd levels (it's $50.00 in Iowa!), people are stealing stuff here Major League!.  So even if the coppers caught you, all they could do is issue a $50.00 ticket for a misdemeanor.  WITHOUT a court date!  As in, please don't show up and clot up our court calendar.

John Dillinger, the infamous bank robber, was asked one day why he robbed banks.  "Because that's where the money is," he said.  Using his logic, I figured that the place where it would be easiest to find folks with money to rob would be at those funny electric charging stations.  You know, where Teslas line up day and night to get a bit of juice.  And so do the M-B's and Audis and the other little playthings.  

We could even set up a card table and bring a case of (non) Bud and relax.  Like the crocodiles do as they wait for the gazelles to come take a drink.

Behind the Costcos.  And the Sam's Clubs.  And the Piggly Wiggly's.  At 11:45 p.m.  As in, at NIGHT!  Just saw a vid of a charging station located at the Burbank Airport.  At 11:45 at night.  With Teslas and M-B's, and those enormous Audi SUV's lined up around the block and down the street.  With people being forced to waste hours and hours in order to get their growed-up golf carts topped off.  So they can drive right past that gas station tomorrow, heads held high, subtle middle finger being offered, luxuriating in the knowledge that they have individually "saved the planet."  A way for small people to feel big.  

Ugggh, Gas!  Oil bad!

Overpriced plug-in electric cars where little Chinese kids dig in the dirt for rare Earth minerals to turn into 2,000 pound batteries for rich Americans, Good.

Well folks, Tesla drivers must have money.  Else they couldn't afford to spend $100k on their dummass cars.  And they'll be bringing their pockets full of Liberal cash right to us, as we sit by the chargers sucking down brewskies, awaiting their arrival.  When they do we simply lighten them of their Rolexes and walk away.  We could run this scam for quite awhile, me thinks.  We could even turn this into a franchis opportunity!  so how about it?  Wanna' join in our little "CRS?"  That stands for 

    "Cash Redistribution Scheme." 

We'll arrange for you to be picked up at the war zon..., er, airport, in the biggest gas guzzler we can find and trucked out using those expensive hydrocarbons to your very own charger.  With a minder and a calculator.  So you won't go over than $995 limit as you steal Tesla owners blind.  And it's not like they have anywhere else to go!  

Tell me now, wouldn't you like to lighten the wallets of those smug, smarmy arseholes?  I'm thinking we could even call good ol' Elon and offer him a choice between negatives; send us some ransom $'s and maybe we'll stop. 

BTW, it just struck me, if these dummies would punish law-breakers when they first start breaking laws, they wouldn't have folks like me thinking this way... 

DM me at Fortress Chuckmeister and we'll plan our attack together...  

Not So "Krispy...Kreme"

I recall earning a big fat $0.75 cents an hour at my after school and on weekends first job.  So a $One Dollar Bill was a big deal back then.  Heck, quarters were a big deal!  So $5 Dollar Bills were those things carried around by folks in a different socio-economic strata than us po' folks.

So you'll perhaps undertand the following ramblings of a man who just needed a couple of nice, warm donuts, and a greedy corporation trying to hold them hostage for a gargantuan payout.   

                              ////  +++  \\\\

Seldom has the dreaded symbol of Bidenomics burst forth more than an experience I suffered this morning.

I decided to stop by my friendly Krispy-Kreme on my way home to pick up a couple of those delish donuts.  You know the ones I mean.  The ones made from the breath of the gods.  The ones that are the prandial equivalent of crack.  The ones no doubt invented by an Arthurian Knight riding a unicorn.  

One bite, hooked.  If you haven't tried them, don't.

So I pulled through the drive-in and, wait..what?  No cars, no waiting.  Shocker!  A nice older lady took my order.  "Two OG's," I said.  "Original glazed!"  She gave me the thumbs up and went to work on my order.  While waiting there, I must add, I noticed the gas station sign across the boulevard.  $5.99 for regular, it broadcast.  Jeeesh!  $2.50 Trump gas for only $5.99!  Thank you, BoyGuv Newsom!  Please, can you just stop helping us so much?  

We sit on a river of oil, BTW, but can't pump it and use it because...ummm...global warming.  Or cooling.  Or something else, because small, insecure humans need something to be afraid of.  Some "boogeyman" who just might ruin their party.  "The Sky Is Falling!"  For them, it is.  And it always shall be... 

Just about then the nice older lady handed me my two donuts.  With a request for...ready for it?...$4.98.  

      $FIVE BUCKS FOR TWO FRIGGIN' DONUTS?  

I don't care if they're the made from spun gold, two donuts aren't worth $5.00!  

I think the last time I bought K-K donuts they were about $1.00 each.  Still overpriced for fried dough, but acceptable as a sometime treat one can splurge on.  But $5.00?

But then, I thought to myself, forget it, Mr. Chuckmeister, there's not a damn thing I can do about it.  This was a plague wrought upon us by B. Hussein Obama and his crowd.  They decided to socialize America and are doing a fine job of it.  Remember, he and his Gang of Community Organizers brought us Joe O'Biden!  Just smile through clenched teeth and give the lady $5.00, I thought to myself.  Just submit and it won't hurt so much...

I shared my exasperation with the woman behind the drive-thru window.  She agreed with me, stating she couldn't afford her own employer's donuts.  And, she added, it was a good thing I stopped by as she hadn't had a customer in more than half an hour.  It was about 10:45 at the time, but even so, that was a shocker!  It should be known that Mr. "Kreme" took over this space in Temecula, Taxifornia from a "Yellow Basket" burger joint.  Which had just gone t*ts up.  As, I thought to myself, this joint would soon follow.

But then, again, I thought to myself, it's no big deal since that $5.00 bill is now only worth about $1.00.  And soon it will likely be worth that Quarter that I used to value so dearly.  Only then did I regain my composure and head off into the sunset.  To eat those delicious donuts.    

         For the very last time...

An Rx For Peace in the Middle-East.

Remember my suggestion that we engage in a strategic withdrawal (while flag) on the subject of abortion?  Simply because at this time there's more of them then there are of us?  And losing gets old?  Okay, then.  Here's another one...

Do you recall those haunting images of people falling off the C-17's departing from Kabul International Airport a year ago?  As we ran for our lives to escape a War that had consumed two decades and $Two Trillion Dollars and 4,400 of our fine soldiers lives?  Those images?  

Those C-17's were certified for 500 unsecured souls, BTW.  That means McDonnell-Douglas guaranteed that, in an emergency, their C-17's could carry 500 soldiers.  And that last plane took off Kabul with 849 aboard.  

Not counting the ones that fell to their death....  

As it's apparent O'Biden is getting a tad squishy in his "unending" support for Israel, I think it might be time to do a little advance planning.  

For the Jews' exit from Ben Gurion International Airport.

Let's get, as they say, "real" here.  The world hates the Jews.  It's hated the Jews for 5,000 years, and it'll hate the Jews most likely long after you and I are gone.  And, the Arabs won't stop until they're all dead.  Or at least run out of the Holy Land.  And then tracked down and made dead.  

You see, with 2,400,000 square miles of sand, the Arabs couldn't spare 5,734 of them for little old Israel.  Even thought they were given the land fair and square.  

By God.*

And this is true especially because Israel is the only chunk of dirt in all of the Middle East without oil.  None.  Zip, nada, none.  Most thought it was the U.N. giving the Jews the finger.  But the Israelis made it into a technological powerhouse.   An economic miracle.  So much so that they employ(ed) 22,000 Arabs who used to transit back and forth via the Rafah Crossing to work each day.  And draw a paycheck in the only place in the desert from which there's a paycheck to draw.  

That's in the past tense.

So even though the Jews are fighting like Hell, you'll note that about 18 hours after 1,400 of their men, women and babies were slaughtered in their beds, there were pre-printed signs being waved down 5th Avenue and Harvard Yard.  All part of a coordinated, worldwide attack?  

You decide.  There were 300,000 ill-informed and ill-advised dummasses who protested ISRAEL yesterday in London.  Not HAM ASS, but ISRAEL!  And 100,000 did the same in used-to-be beautiful downtown Manhattan.  Who put them up to it?  It certainly wasn't organic.  Do a bit of research, fellow Patriots, and you'll find out.

But in the meantime, here's my prescription to avoid World War Three:

     1.     Bundle up everyone of the 9 million Israeli Jews and fly them to New York City.  

     2.     If we can turn ourselves inside out and spend borrowed $Billions to feed, shelter and clothe illegal aliens, at the cost of more than $1.4 Billion Dollars to NYC so far alone, then we can certainly feed, shelter and clothe our friends, the Jews.

     3.     New York has 19 million residents.  And there is nobody home between the 5 Burroughs and Buffalo.  And there's damn few in Buffalo.  So we could fit all those Jews in the 245 miles of farmland between NYC and the Bills.  They could repeat their economic miracle once again, to the benefit of New Yorkers and the whole Country and themselves.  Without getting shot at every time they turn around.  

            Pluuus, New York City has 9 million residents.  It is 19% Jewish, the highest such concentration in the entire Nation, and in fact, the world.  So welcoming another 9 million very smart, well educated, English-speaking, tax-paying Jews shouldn't present a problem.

Right?

     4.     Assimilating 9 million new neighbors would give New York State another 2 Congressional Represenatatives and $Ooodles of cash from our Treasury to help soften the blow.

     5.     Taking this step would save us future expeditures on weaponry to aid the Jews in their fight with HAM ASS, and every other Muslim nation.  It would also keep us from having to borrow the money from China we then send to Israel, which, I might add, we cannot afford.  Our service on the National Debt this year alone will be more than $One Trillion Dollars!

     6.     The Arabs would get Israel (note: not get it "back" as they never owned it).  They would then most likely turn it into someting resembling Chernobyl.  Just sayin'

So, besides the fact that the "Pales-tinians" would never go for it, because it would end the fighting, I ask you, fellow Patriot, what's not to like?  

*     Check out Genesis 12:1 for God's precise words when He ceded Judea to the Jews.  In perpetuity.   

A Day For Our Veterans...

When I was a kid I thought everybody wore a money belt and carried a gun.

That's because I found out early that I was pretty good at the game of pool.  As in, by 14 or so.  And by the time I was 16 I was on the road, hustling up a storm, night after night.  Dirty dive bars located by river bridges were my specialty.  Even at that tender age.  It seems that most didn't believe a snot-nosed kid could take their wallet.

They were wrong.

However, playing pool 8 or 10 hours a day, when I should have been in school, as in, high school, and studying, meant I was pretty much a pool hall rat.  So much so I "brag" that were it not for the fact my 1st cousin Louise was my typing teacher, I would not have graduated from high school.  

I'm not kidding.

And it grew worse from there.  I flunked out of 4 colleges (actually, I think you have to attend classes to flunk them, don't you?) while failing to worry about failing.  I frankly didn't give a damn about school, or my future, or life in general.  All I wanted to do was take OPM (Other Peoples' Money) across a hot pool table.  And play poker.  And race cars.  And drink beer.  I was averaging a new car every six months.  It was joyous.  Splendiferous!    

And then it all came crashing down.  I opened the mail one day and there it was:  "Greetings," it said.  "You're going to die."  

Actually, it didn't say that, but that's what it meant.  The U. S. of A. was fattening up its armed forces so that it could teach those uppity little Viet Cong a thing or two.  I'd been drafted.  To go off to some God-forsaken place on the other side of the planet, and fight some God-forsaken people for some reason-or-other.  But that was in the conscription days when our Gubmint reached out an touched millions of young  men like me and sent them off to war.  To die.  And now it was my turn.

I'd like to say I was in good shape when I showed up for basic training that October 31st (talk about a trick!), 1966.  I'd like to say that, but I can't.  And they made me pay for it.  For the following 16 weeks they tore me down to nothing but sinew and bone, and then built me back up.  They took me on a physical and mental and emotional journey like none other I'd ever traveled.  A journey designed to turn me, and those around me, into MEN.

I'm acrophobic, which means "afraid of heights."  Imagine me then leaping off a 61' parachute jump training tower.  Neither can I.  Again.  

And it wasn't just me.  There were men from all over America, from all economic strata and from all educational backgrounds.  Black, White, Red and Yellow.  All blended together in the giant Mixmaster called the military.  In just a few short weeks we were taken from raw recruits and turned into hardened soldiers.  Marching in sync on the parade ground.  Proud, patriotic, tough as nails, heads held high.

We'd been turned into a lean, mean fighting machine.  And then it was time to go off and prove it.  And we did.  Until the brass told us it was time to come home.  Those of us who were still alive.  To resume our civilian duties.  To go back to our jobs and our schools and our families.  And to then proceed to turn our moms and dads and brothers and sisters and aunts and uncles and all our cousins and friends and neighbors into Patriots!  Because we were able to educate them about what we'd done in the military.  About what we'd accomplished.  And how the experience had changed us for the better.

It was then time to get married and start a business and have some kids and watch America mature.  And it was that way for every soldier I'd met.  While those who had avoided the draft, or been fortunate enough not to be called, you missed something.  Something great.    

I can say I became a Man because of my military experience.  I might have anyway, but the Army certaiinly accelerated - and guaranteed - that process.  I can tell you they beat the little boy out of me and put back a man.  And there's 1,800,000 of us veterans in America today.  Most are proving their military experience enriched their lives.  I know it did mine.  

If you have a say in whether a young man or woman in your life might benefit from service in one of the six branches of our military, please recommend that they do.  It changed my life for the better.  It could do the same for them...

"When You Find Yourself in a Hole..."

"...it's a good idea to stop digging."

That's a "good idea" slogan that's managed to survive down through the ages.  Because it makes sense.  Whether not talking to the cops when you have the 5th Amendment Right to remain silent, and perhaps stay out of the slammer, or continuing to try and ram argueably good ideas down the throats of those who have no appetite for them.

Take abortion for example.  Please.

I think the electoral defeat for Republicans on this issue is about seven.  As in, they've lost seven elections in a row when abortion was on the ballot.  And last night in Ohio was just the most recent.

Ohio's "Issue 1" was what it's called.  It codifies into the Ohio State Consitution the absolute Right of women anywhere and everywhere within its borders to have an abortion on demand, limited only by a physician's statement* that the fetus "has viability," in perpetuity.  That means the baby could survive outside the womb.  

So far, so good, one could argue.  Especially since most reasonable Right-to-Lifers wish to limit abortions before about 16 weeks.  The age at which we're told a fetus can feel pain.  Not be viable, just feel pain.  

And to limit abortions to the 2nd trimester.  That's six out of the nine months.  Because a fetus can survive outside the womb from about 6 months (I know, I had one do that).  But "abortion rights" folks want to have them available at anytime, on any day, at any hour.  Even up to the moment of delivery.  

And maybe even after delivery...

I've heard there's a measure being considered in our meaningless politburo Legislature here in Taxifornia to make abortions legal up until the 3rd grade.  Especially if the little darlings are mouthy and ill-tempered.  But that's just a rumor...

So here's my suggestion to the Republican Party.  If you'd like to start winning elections again, how about joining with the Democrats and welcome abortions on demand, at anytime, anyplace!   

First of all, it would take away the only major issue they have with which to beat the Republicans over the head.  And only because they don't know how to argue effectively.    

Second, it's my opinion that permitting Liberal women to abort their pre-borns means they cannot raise more little Liberals.  Choking off the supply of Liberals should be our foremost objective, doncha' think? 

And we know this little plan would work.  Look at Planned Parenthood, for example.  Margaret Sanger created this outfit a century ago to murder pre-born Black people.  She was a nurse and a rabid racist.  So she came up with a plan to erradicate them.  Since its inception PP has "disposed" of more than 18,000,000 Black babies.  lt would be our largest minority instead of Hispanics, BTW, were it not for bad ol' Margaret...  

And anyway, to put an umbilical cord around it, say twenty years down the road, perhaps a less rabid electorate will show up at the ballot box and voting against their self-interest if there were fewer baby-raising Liberals.  Maybe they would dry up and blow away.  One can only hope.

Oh yeah, "Issue 1" passed in Ohio overwhelmingly!  60 - 40%!  Not even close.  They want the State to provide for their birth control, one must assume.  But, one could offer that the losing side was outspent more than 9 to 1.   

Please RNC, raise the white flag!  Give up!  Stop digging!  Regardless of what you think your particular sect of whatever religion demands, and I know it does, what your Country demands is that you first refuse to lose!  Ours is the only Country where you have the Right to abuse your Rights!  And by permitting it to come apart at the seams you're endangering the viability of your Country.  You not only have Rights as an American, you have Obligations.  One of which is not to set fire to our society!  

We've handed control of our Ship of State over to a bunch of whiny Ivy League wannabe pantywaists who've never so much as managed a 7/11.  The ones who want to manage our lives.  Those guys.  And who believe if they just get control of Climate Change, they can then go after all those "White Nationalists," wherever they're hiding.

Let's pry their manicured little fingers off the tiller of our Ship and steer it off the shoals.  Before it's too late...

*      There won't be any "Physician shopping," will there? 

"People of Color"

Say there, fellow Patriots, I have a question.  Maybe you have the answer.  I'd like to know why we stopped calling colored people "colored," as they are, and started calling them...

                   "People of Color?"

So I did an little Google Ngram search and found out that the use of the term "colored people" peaked back in the early 1970's.  Then the term "minorities" grew in popularity, peaking in 1997.  Since then we've had the term "People of Color" as the "standard" term which we must use to describe any "non-White" person.  Hmmm.  Seems like we're being told what language metric we must use, whether we want to or not.

Just between you me and the fencepost, I'm sort of a nice light tan, isn't that a color?

Anyway, that same question goes out for those "Communities of Color" instead of colored communites?  Where are those Communities, anyway?  Can I Google them?

And how about "Voters of Color?"  Are they any different than "Colored Voters?"  Except that some socialist weenie somewhere, probably a Yale grad whose daddy is a $Billionaire so they know he must be right, decided to cloud up our language?  You know, born on third base and thought he'd hit a triple?  By coming up with new names we must use to call some members of our society?  

And often to soften up and try and sideskirt the enormous and growing mess they've made wherever they've been given control?  As in, NOW!

I imagine the answer to those rhetorical questions are all the same; they strated with that whole "People of..." stuff about the same time they stopped promoting the populist, voter-centric, worker-centric, middle class-oriented results they were sent to Washington to deliver.

About the same time they stopped calling Black people "Negroes," I'm thinking.  And reluctantly stopped calling White people "Honkies" and "Crackers."     

There's an old saying I'd like to share with you at about this point.  It goes like this:  

"The fear of loss is a far greater motivater than the anticipation of gain."  

If you need proof, just look at what the "Progressives" have done to try and remain in power.  Even though their policies are tanking in front of our eyes, with their stumbling Prezz taking them down for the count, they'll try furiously to hold on to power...

...By pandering to every single, individual voter bloc in America.  

No longer is it "E Pluribus Unum."  "From Many, One."  No, now it's now "E Pluribus...PLURIBUS!  

Out of Many, Many!  Slice and dice that electorate, they demand!  Just like they do to sell us corn flakes!  And window shades!  Figure out what bitch every group might have, and then promise to fix it!  Pit old against young, Black against White, poor against rich, and now, everyone against the Jews.  

Or simply promise to give them whatever they want in order to win their vote, and then give them the finger instead.  Thus further segregating them from the whole.  Notice how the residents of Chicago's South and West side are still poor and still dodging bullets after decades of Democrat promises.  

Chicago averages 48 shot and 12 killed every single weekend.  Predictably.  If you can predict something like that, shouldn't you change it?  So the Democrats either like that their constituents are being killed, or they're admitting they can't stop it.  Either way, it's been 61 years since a Republican was elected in any capacity in Chicago.  What are they getting for those votes, again?

It's very simple: they're getting pitted against every other voter bloc.  Thanks, Democrat Party! 

Want proof:  Taxifornia's BoyGuv just appointed a Black, Gay female and probably transgender $Billionaire hedge fund manager, and yuuuge Democrat donor, to fill the Senate seat left still-warm by recently expired Di Feinstein (and boy, did she ever!).  Which would be bad enough, except our new Senator  makes her home in...Maryland!  

Uhhh, wha...?

Yep, fellow Patriot, our new Senator is Joe O'Biden's Maryland neighbor, and our BoyGuv is a Panderbear.  And don't forget, our new Senator is also one of those "People of Color..."

Mr. Pithy...

I asked my oldest and very best friend what he thought about this whole Middle Eastern thing.

He happens to be very smart, and is an attorney, so he's trained to process gobs of information quickly.  He and I travelled together on bizz back in the 70's, so I know how he's put together and what makes him tick.  And what it would take to piss him off.

Oh yeah, by the way, he happens to be Jewish.     

My closest friends know who I'm talking about, so no need embarrassing him.  So I'll just say I trust his opinon.  

He told me it was just the most recent chapter in a book 5,000 years in the writing.  As if resigned to whatever pogrom or holocaust or "Kristallnacht" this engineered craziness might bring upon us all. 

We commisserated for a time and then I rang off.  Dedicated to writing some pithy, Earth-shattering commentary that was sure to win the day.  For me.  

But mostly for him.  And for his people.

Well, old Buddy, here's it is:

"If you're a Jew, and you're unarmed, you're participating in your own demise.  And if you don't advocate doing the very same thing to all your friends and family, you're participating in your demise and their demise.  You are hated.  You've been hated down through the centuries.  And whatever the reason, there appears to be not a good goddam thing you can do about it.  

As somebody once said, 'If you can't make them love you, at least make them fear you'"  So go out and buy a gun and learn how to use it.  Tell your friends to do the same.  And then let the world know you have.  When the word gets out you and your kind can no longer be bullied...

     ...you'll no longer be bullied.

Mr. Pithy just spake.  Do with it as you will...  

Maine is the Safest State in the Nation.

Yes it is.  Truly.  It's so safe there were only 22 murders in the entire state in all of 2022.

Yet, a disaffected Army reservist, on mental tilt, who had already announced his propensity to commit mass murder, shot up a bowling alley and a bar.  He killed 18 people and seriously wounded many others.  

In the safest state in the Nation...

You know why Maine has been declared the "Safest State in the Nation?"  One reason is that a Public Law was passed on October 15, 2015, declaring...

"An Act to Authorize the Carrying of Concealed Handguns Without a Permit."

That was its name.  And wonder of wonders, fellow Patriot, that Law passed Maine's Legislature.  Helping to insure that every Mainer had the absolute Right to carry a weapon concealed so as to protect his life, the lives of his family, and the lives of those around him.

Howeverrr, the Weenies in Maine's Legislature then proceeded to water down that seemingly straightforward piece of legislation they call "Constitutional Carry."  That means the Consitution gives us the absolute Right to "...keep and BEAR arms."  But they began to place limitations on where that absolute Right to carry concealed may be exercised.  Trimming off a little bit of that Right here, and a little bit there.  Nibbling at it around the edges so as to render it almost meaningless.  Here is a partial listing of where you CANNOT bring your gun:

     -  Courthouses 

     -  State parks (probably unconstitutional)

     -  Schools 

     -  Federal buildings 

     -  State Capitol and surrounding areas (no doubt unconstitutional, plus undefined boundaries)

     -  Private property (if posted, one assumes)

     -  Establishments licensed for the in-premises consumption of alcohol (bars)

     -  Wildlife reservations (Really?  Probably unconstitutional)

     -  Labor disputes  

Is there anyplace else, fergodssake?  And with undefined boundaries, this law is rife for law enforcement abuse and misuse.    

So you can carry a handgun, concealed on your person, anywhere in Maine, except for...almost everywhere having a concealed handgun might prove helpful.  

There was a bowling alley full of over-21 citizens, all growed up and presumably ready, willing and able to defend themselves against a crazy man dedicated to killing them all.  Which could occur at anytime, anywhere, and to any of us.  Except for that pesky sign on the front door of both the bowling alley and the bar, following the dictats of their pantywaist "leaders" in the Legislature.  It read:  

       "Firearms may not be carried

        on premises.  No exceptions." 

Although capable of protecting themselves, these Mainers had been disarmed by a bunch of Commie Pinko Dummass Liberal Weenies.  Who simply cannot fathom why anyone other than a Troglodyte would want to even so much as touch one of those, ugh, GUNS!  So they denude the law until it has no teeth.  

        But the blood will remain on their hands!  

*    Data indicates that citizens with firearms manage to stop or difuse potentially life-threatening situations more than one and one-half million times a year.  The so-called "MainStreamMedia" doesn't report that statistic because it doesn't fit the O'Biden Administration's narrative of "Guns Bad.  Being a Target, Good."  

"When You're a Hammer..."

                "When you're a hammer,

              everything looks like a nail."

I don't know who said that first, but I just said it last.  So there.

Anyway, one of the things every police department needs these days to be up to date and all, is a drug-sniffing canine.  And not only do they want one, the Federal Gubmint often pays for them to get one!  Using our tax money.  So they can hunt us down and pick our pockets.  

We taxpayers are nice that way, aren't we?

So I thought I'd bring you, my fellow Patriots, a little bit of the inside of police doggie ownership and operation.  First of all, most of the drug-sniffers are trained in Europe.  Holland, mostly.  They're big into tulips and Heinekin and windmills and German Shepherds.  Go figure.

Anyway, the average price charged for one of these doggies all trained-up and ready go drug hunting is $15,878.00.  Pricey dogs, indeed.  But as I said, all they have to do is ask Joe and they'll likely get one.  

Next comes the selection and training of the dedicated handler, who's already a police person (can't say "man" anymore, now can we?).  So the handler gets a bump in salary for learning how to be a canine officer, usually 5%, and another bump over base pay for making the doggie a member of their family, which they do (they go home with them at night!).  Another 5% or so.  So figure about $15,000 a year for having the pooch at the ready, not counting the doggie-specific cruiser the department must then acquire ($45,000+/-).  

Now then, once a department has invested all this time, effort, energy and nearly $One Hundred Grand of somebody else's money in a "hammer," it's likely they're gonna' start looking for a "nail." 

                       We're that "nail."

So what happens is a cop will stop a motorist.  Somewhere along the line the cop will try and convince/intimidate/beg the driver into providing permission to search the car.  Or, the cop will simply say, "I smell pot."  Whether he/she/it does or not.  For the cop's nose is all that's required.  They say they smelled it, they get to search the car.  

I mean, they wouldn't lie, would they?

So they force the driver out of the car and call in the doggie.  And then the fun begins.  If the dog "alerts," or indicates it smells illicit drugs, usually by sitting down, the cops start their physical search of the car and the driver goes into bracelets.     

According to Homeland Security statistics, drug-sniffing pooches are correct when they signal only about 50% of the time.  Didn't know that, did you?  And I had to dig deep to get that data.  In fact, it may be as low as 40%, they say.  So why do we use them?  Because it gives a police department the "key" to open up your car to "searches and seizures" along the side of a highway which would otherwise be a 4th Amendment violation.  The cops might find guns.  Or bombs.  Or counterfeit money.  Or a bunch of monkeys stolen from a zoo.  No matter, the cops have open season on your car, and you might be fighting to stay out of jail for years as a result.  

And then there's the fact that some dogs may respond to silent commands from their handlers having nothing at all to do with drugs.  That's what we're told.  But they wouldn't do that, would they?   

I'm happy turning a poochie loose to chase down Bad Guys.  Or ferret out truckloads of dope at the Border.  But trying to hem up a weary traveler along side the road is just not the American thing to do.

The Chuckmeister has spoken.