"Garbage"

You might be interested in learning just how much each of our two major political parties has raised in campaign donations during this Election Cycle.

So far, as of October 16th, the Democrat Party has raised $997,000,000 in political donations.  To elect Mzzz. Kamala Harris as President.

The Republican Party, however, came in a distant second.  It raised $338,000,000 during the same period to put The Donald back in the White House.  

So the Democrats have been given $One Billion Dollars to play with.  An all-time record.  Clearly, there are a bunch of techy and Hollywood $Billionaires who know they're not good enough to live that life.  So they purge their guilt by offloading oodles of $Cash to the bleeding hearts, so as to possibly get a dispensation.  Not from the Pope.  Or from Heaven.  But from there neighbors in the Bubble.  And the Democrats are the recipients of that largesse right now.  They should enjoy it while it lasts.   

And the Democrats have $118,000,000 in cash left on hand.  The Republicans, $38,000,000.  The Democrats have nowhere left to spend after blowing $cash like a drunken sailor.  They've bought out every single available TV ad spot in every single Battleground State.  They've already hired every influencer in the bizz to go out and toot their horn.  They've kissed the as*es of every Silicon Valley $Billionaire to censor Trump on Social Media platforms and give them cheap advertising.  They've so blanketed the networks with massive advertising their target voters are getting pis*ed!  

Pluuuus, they've trotted out every Left-wing Liberal to their rallies, presuming Kamala's star power isn't enough to bring out the crowds.  They even promised that Beyonce would perform in Houston, while all she did was show up and endorse.  And today J-Lo is putting on a show for Harris in Arizona.  That should bring out a crowd.  

To see J-Lo.  

And the Republicans, you'll note, are spending very little on advertising.  They don't have to.  They have The Donald.  He's the celebrity!  Notice he's captured the airwaves with his stunts and won't let go.  First he visits bodegas and fire houses and police stations in New York.  Then he shows up at the Al Smith Dinner when Harris sent along a cringy video.  And then he sat down for 3 hours with Joe Rogan without a sip of water or a pee break.  Harris couldn't make time.  Then he serves fries at MickeyD's.  And now he's riding shotgun in a garbage truck, trolling the Hell out of the "Mumbler-in-Chief," who once again uttered one of his patented verbal stumbles.  Upstaging Kamala's big speech on the Elipse.  Capturing the narrative for the second day.  While the White House tries to lie it out of the news.  

And all of that cost Nothing!  Squat!  Zip!  Nada!  Zero!  But yet he's got the microphone and won't let go!  He's owning the narrative every day!  

And Kamala?  She's yelling loudly and stamping her Jimmy Choos!  I'm afraid she's lost all her "joy."  

Trump's enjoying himself.  He was born to it.  He's the P. T. Barnum of our age.  A flawed knight to take to battle in our name.  He's worked morning 'til night for 59 days in a row.  If we didn't have him at this unreal time in our lives, we'd have to invent him.  

Kamala's hating every minute of it.  She believed those around her who told her she could do it.  That it didn't matter she's unqualified to run the Largest Business on Earth.  They could cover all that up with "Joy!"  Until she discovered she'd brought a knife to a gunfight.  She'll get spanked, and he'll gloat.  And I think she knows it.  All she wants to do is go back to her cushy life, with her Jewish lawyer husband carrying the load for awhile.  Not caring a whit about HAMASS or the Border or Abortion or how she grew up in a Middle Class Family.  

With her being a sad footnote to history...

The "Peter Principle."

Those of a certain age will remember a best selling 1969 book by Professor Laurence J. Peter, entitled, 

                   "The "Peter Principle."

In brief, it's a management concept that suggests that employees in a hierarchical organization will continue to be promoted, based upon performance in a previous postion, to their own level of incompetence.

We've all known somebody who was a rip-roaring _____, (fill in the blank).  But once promoted to the next level, proved to be a lousy _____.  Or a terrible ______.  Or an especially awful _______.  

And they usually languish in that position for the rest of their careers, stultifying the goals and objectives of those under them, until the day they get their gold watch.  A drain on organizational resources, and a source of inner rot.  Bad blood, rumors and hate.  Employees leave without leaving a reason why they left.  So no corrective measures are taken.  With lawsuits perhaps the next step.  

Especially today, when everyone has a cross to bear, and a chip on their shoulders.  And looking forward to suing the pants off somebody, just because they're pis*ed.  And 1,331,290  lawyers willing to take their cases.  They've discovered their education in basic life is lacking, posing a serious potential drain on the organization.  Poor performance, resulting in  depression.  It's like stomping on the brakes.  

I can give you a glimpse into my own life.  I was a terrific salesman, and was promoted to sales manager as a result.  But just because one can sell, does not mean one can manage the training and activities of those sales persons underneath them.  Many cannot.  And the organization will spend a lot of time and money correcting the problem.  

As it turned out, I could both sell and manage the activities of salesmen, so all worked out well.  Bullet dodged.  And I don't think I ever reached my own personal level of incompetence.  Because I've yet to be elected President of These Here United States.  Nomsayin?

Do you know anyone who has risen to their own level of incompetence?  Anyone who might have been promoted organizationally because of their class?  Or their race?  Or their status?  Or whom they know?  Someone who just happened to be at the right place at the right time, so a promotion occurred?  Anyone you've noticed that appears to unbiased eyes like they're in way over their head?  Can you think of anyone who just might have been escorted through law school, let's say, and eased through their jobs, let's say?  Which they may have gotten because of someone they knew?  Maybe someone they had a relationship with?  And then welcomed via the ballot box in friendly territory into one powerful position after another?  And continues to seek ever more power, seemingly unaware that they've already exceeded their own quite pedestrian limitations?  By a wide margin?  And a whole lot of people are witnessing it?

Remember what Clint said: "A man's got to know his own limitations."  

Or a woman...  

 

They "Parachuted In."

Throughout America's history, it seems that just the right person or persons will "parachute in" at just the right moment.  They arrived just when we needed them most, and changed the course of history...   

(BTW, Remember, America is consecrated in the Name of God.  So I think God had/has a lot do with providing us those "right persons," but that's just me.)

There's been a whole bunch of such heroes parachute in at just the right moment over our Country's history.  Those who could have turned their backs on us, but chose instead to try and help.  There were too many to mention.  There were 55 such heroes who stepped up and signed the Declaration of Independence, for example.  And 8 of them were hung by the British.  So stepping up often carried with it extreme personal danger.  And for them and their assistance to the Great Country I love, I offer my sincere thanks.  

But I will mention today two who've had the greatest impact on you and me of late.  Two who decided to put it all on the line, their personal freedom, their wealth and their time, and maybe even their lives, to help you and me.  Here are two who come to mind...

It wasn't so very long ago that we, you and me, the Taxpayers, were coughing up $76,000,000 (that's will an "M") for every ride our astronauts took to and from the International Space Station.  For years. 

And that check for $76 Million was written to one Vladamir Putin.  The Emperor of Russia.  And our enemy.  Because our Space Shuttle program was timed out, and we'd not bothered to replace it.  

Hey NASA, plan for the future much?   

In fact, we'd discontinued our own rocket program, leaving it to other countries to sell us a ride.  Like a very expensive Uber.  So buying a seat for every single one of our astronauts for years and years, was getting old.  And very, very expensive.  And frankly embarrassing.  So expensive that NASA was looking around for a solution.  So adhering to the old marketing adage, "Find a hole, and fill it!," a guy who would become a very famous entrepreneur stepped up to create a solution.

Elon Musk parachuted in!

Musk came from an abusive household.  His dad beat him regularly.  His mom was an alcoholic.  Musk left his home country of South Africa at the age of 17 with one suitcase and $500 American and caught a flight to the USA.  He gravitated to those with his near-equal in intellect and soon out popped PayPal (I know, I'm a pretty good synopsizer).  Which made him a multi-$millionaire.  Then Solar City.  Another few hundred $Million.  And then Tesla.  A few $Dozen Billion more.  And then The Boring Company.  Another few $Billion (there's a giant tunnel he dug all the way under city of Las Vegas).  And Neuralink.  To help paraplegics walk.  And then...Ta Da!  SpaceX!  In which he owns the controlling interest.  

Oh yeah, "Starlink" is another of Musk's creations.  If you're on top of Mount Everest or deep in the Amazon Jungle today, you can now call home because of the 6,000 Starlink satellites Musk put into place.  At SpaceX' sole expense.  And it's right now enabling the police and fire and first responders to communicate with each other following recent hurricanes.  

Millions are without cell or phone service in Western North Carolina and Central Florida.  But with Starlink, they're talking.  And saving lives.  Without any help from, or involvement with, our feckless Gubmint.  FEMA not involved.  Chose not to be.  And oh yeah, Musk provided the Starlink equipment for free.  That's pretty remarkable stuff...  

He even figured out how to make booster rockets fly back to their home base and land, ever so gently.  Almost ready for the next mission.  500,000 pounds of Falcon Super Heavy Booster Rocket "caught" by the spindly arms of the 400' tall tower from which it had just launched!  You might have seen it!  It was stupendous!  Reducing individual flight costs now from $600,000,000 to $60,000,000.  

And the duration between flights using that booster from months to weeks.

Musk's SpaceX is now responsible for more than 80% of all the world's rocket launches.  Even the one to rescue the astronauts left stranded by Boeing.  Musk's SpaceX received $1.6 Billion dollars in funding from NASA to develop its Falcon 9 rocket system.  Boeing got $4.6 Billion Dollars in funding to be SpaceX' "back-up," just in case Musk couldn't produce.  To call upon in case Musk's company fails.  And Musk is now doing the backing up!

Very quietly Boeing has abandoned its rocket program, taking a write off today of $250,000,000.  And at a cost you and me of some $Four Billion Six Hundred Million Dollars.

And lastly, Musk paid $44 Billion Dollars for Twitter.  Which was worth somewhere between $10 and $15 Billion at the time.  He paid the premium, in his words, "To preserve our Freedom of Speech."  And he has.    

It turns out one man can have a positive impact on our society.  On our individual lives.  And Elon Musk is one of those men...

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America had been on a glideslope to socialism since Woodrow Wilson was elected President.  More than 100 years ago.  And every single Democrat President since has further aided that effort.  Continually eroding our individual freedoms while enriching and empowering the "Permanent Government" in Washington, D.C.

(210,000 Gubmint employees live within the "Beltway" around D.C., BTW.  And they're going to be there long after the next President and his Team leaves.) 

There's been little the occasional Republican president has been able to do to stop it (Republicans have had the White House only 4 out of the past 16 years...just so you know whom to blame.). 

But I doubt our Founding Fathers could have imagined that we'd elect an aging reprobate, under investigation for graft and corruption, who trips going UP the stairs, and could barely read a TelePrompTer.  And mumbled when he did.  

Or a Vice President schooled in the very worst aspects of uber Left-Wing San Francisco, scorched-Earth, soak the rich politics.  And then chosen - in a coup - to replace the guy who got 14,000,000 votes, without her ever having received a single one.  Not in the Primaries, not ever.

A woman who is anti-police, anti-business, anti-gun, anti-Border Patrol, anti-gas and oil, and anti-Israel.  And because the Democrat Party couldn't hide their mumbling President until past this coming Election like they did in 2020, they were forced to annoint her as their chosen, "cough, cough," leader.   

And then a builder $Billionaire named Donald J. Trump parachuted in.  To try and "Make America Great Again."    

Donald J. Trump came down that golden escalator back in 2015 having turned his back on the Democrat Party.  A Party he'd backed with his votes and his money for more than 40 years.  He was a two-time recipient of the NAACP's Man of the Year Award, BTW.  An 8-time recipient of the "Builder of the Year Award."  A 3-time recipient of "Man of the Year Award" from Bnai Brith, NYC's largest Jewish organization.  Those are Black and Jewish organizations, BTW, which should counter some of those "racism" accustions.  Oh yeah, he used to have a Black girlfriend and his daughter's married to a Jew...

A man who'd changed the skyline of New York all by himself.  A man who owns a winery, and started an airline, and owned a major-league football team, and currently owns a suite of famous golf courses around the world.  And 5-Star hotels on six continents.  A man who flits around on his own private $100 Million Dollar airplane.  This man decided he didn't like the glideslope America was on.  So he risked his fortune and his legacy and what little time he had left on you and I.  The American People.  And we voted him in.  Can you remember that day?

On Inauguration Day, 2017, Donald J. Trump gave his acceptance speech.  There were no Democrats in the audience.  They'd all gone to a bar or something, literally turning their backs on the incoming President's first day in office.  And the New York Times called for his impechment on that very same day.  Just because.  "Why wait,?" they said...  

Trump has been impeached by the Democrats 3 times.  Unsuccessfully.   He's been slandered and libeled on a daily basis for 9 years.  N.Y. State's loudmouth racist Laeticia James ran for Attorney General on the promise she'd arrest and jail him.  For whatever.  Just because.] she didn't like him.  And she did.  

He's been charged with four felonies, but only after having declared himself for President.  He's been convicted of two bogus crimes, and one paperwork mistake his lawyer made that's cost him more than $550,000,000.  So far.  The single largest civil fines ever leveled against a single person in our Country's history.  

And the Supreme Court just said as much.  And will likely overturn both the fines and the convictions...    

The "Lawfare" against him was designed to bankrup him, or jail him, or both.  To hamstring him while trying to run his campaign.  It's only served to make him more popular with the American people.  They've seen what's happened and they know he's being crucified.  He's been the victim of 3 attempted assasinations, including an ongoing threat on his life from Iran.  A State Sponsor of Terrorism.  Word has it his fortune has been more than halved by his efforts on our behalf.  He's lost $Billions since he became our Standard Bearer.  He's additionally been forced to spend more than $50,000,000 on legal fees!  $Fifty Million Dollars!  His whole family has been the subject of an ongoing effort by our "Corporate Media" to have him - and them - eliminated.  

With extreme prejudice.

It seems that if the Democrats can't convince you they're right, they'll just go ahead and try and kill you.

Whether you like Trump or not; whether you buy Trump's brand of politics or not;  whether you think Trump's a bloated gasbag blustering orange philandering misogynistic racist money-grubbing fool, or not; whether you want Trump to be your next President or not, you must admit he's the only man in America risking everything he's got to try and stop us from becoming Canada.  Or England.  Or maybe France.  Or maybe Venezuela...

You can vote come November 5th for the candidate of your choice.  But maybe you might consider who's invested the most to try and win that vote.  You could vote for Harris, whose thin resume and minimal accomplishments are oft repeated.  I won't do so again here.  

All I can say is if she wins I may have to have my eardrums removed.

Or you could vote for a guy who built the skyline of New York City, helped to turn the Supreme Court Conservative; helped return the vote over abortion to our states, where it belongs; passed the single biggest tax break for individual families in American history; has managed to suffer through an entire year of Lawfare by O'Biden's Justice Department, which no other human could have withstood; has been fined more than any other American in history; works for us for free; and is forced to vanquish our "Corporate Media" and our "Social Media" to become victorious, for us.  

Like him or not, he's sort of our appointed soldier, our
"Sir Galahad," our "Rooster Cogburn," fighting our battles no matter the personal cost or risk.  

And Elon's voting for him, too!

These two men parachuted in, just in time, in my estimation, to try and put our Ship of State back on the Right Track.  When no one else either could, or would.  And now it's up to you.  Good luck.  We'll know what kind of an "America" we have on the morning of November 6th... 

A "Strategic Truce."

Liberals and "Progressives" and socialists and Marxists and fascists and communists are apparently dead-set on killing their unborn children.

We know that because abortion comes in #3 in the polls after the economy and the border as the major topics on our citizens' minds.

Some of us believe that every state should offer as-needed abortion services.  As was guaranteed by "Roe."  Whether the states' majority voters agree with that decision or not.  

And some of know that Planned Parenthood has killed more than 60 million pre-borns so far, and that our Government gives it more than $400 million a year.  That's what some people are concerned about, and will bring those concerns into the upcoming Election.

The Democrats (Liberals/"Progressives") want to be able to abort their fetuses up to and including the third grade.  Republicans (Conservatives) would prefer to never abort a pre-born baby, except for the life of the mother.  "Roe v. Wade" which established the abortion "rules," was struck down by the Supreme Court recently.  Because it was faultily created.  The most Liberal Supremes dug into the Constitution 50 years ago until they found the issue of "privacy."  Which was imputed.  Meaning it did not exist.  And upon which they based "Roe v. Wade."  

It was flawed, and everybody knew it.  But succeeding Courts were too scared to upend it.  And then along came Trump.  He was able to seat 3 Conservative judges, who overturned "Roe."  Finally.  Thus returning the issue to the various states.  Which is where it was before "Roe," and where it legally belongs now.  

Whether you like it or not.

If your state is Liberal, like California or New York, or Illinois, then you can abort-away.  Nobody's stopping you.  And about half the states fall into that category.

If your state is Conservative, then likely it will have voted for restrictions on the taking of a pre-born life.  And if you happen to be a Liberal living in one of these Conservative states, you can either, a) move to another state (Vote with your feet!); or b), you can take our BoyGuv up on his offer to spend our Taxpayers' hard-earned money against our will and fly you out for an all-expense paid abortion.  And most likely some excursions and entertainment thrown in.  

Or the fat guv from Illinois, who's spent $400 Million of his own Hyatt hotel fortune to buy that office, is all for abortion anytime.  No 3rd grade limitations for this guy.  They'll offer you a free abortion, and a plane ticket to get there, and even throw in a bit of tourism.  Lincoln's home, maybe?  

So I'd say the very best plan is to simply declare a "Strategic Truce."  Sort of like that line separating North from South Korea.  Simply let those who wish to kill their kids, kill their kids.  Conservatives will continue to value human life while Liberals will use PP like birth control.    

It will only take one or two generations before they abort themselves into unimportance.  Irrelevance.  Superfluousness!  And then we won't have to continue having this Godfersaken' conversation for another Election cycle... 

The More They Know Her...

...it could be the less they like her.

I believe this is one of those situations where they tried to "hide her in the basement," like they did with her boss, "Mumbles" O'Biden.  To keep her hidden, at least verbally, until after the Election.  So that they could prevent those ubiquitous "word salads" for which she's become so (in)famous from tumbling from her unprepared mouth.  

To think, a lawyer who can't talk on her feet!  Politics was all that was left for her, I guess.

Harris' handlers want this Election to be over.  Quickly!  Before Harris exposes herself to be a soulless, talentless, witless, humorless, San Francisco socialist, masquerading as a moderate Democrat.  

A woman who graduated in the bottom half of her law class.  From a law school ranked #80 of America's 127 law schools, to make it even worse.  No wonder it took three tries for her to pass the Bar!  A woman who's never owned a business, nor hired anyone on her own dollar, nor signed a check on its face.  Put simply, she's never had a private sector job.  

Except that summer job at MickeyD's, which she either had or didn't have.

This is a woman who crawled her way to the top under the then-married "tutelage" of SFO's Mayor Willie Brown.  For years.  A shoo-in because of her ability to be "Brown" when being an "Indian" brought in California money and votes, and "Black," for her less well informed electorate.  

She actually believes that oil and gas will end the Earth and kill us all in a fiery Hell.  Thus, fracking is out.  Except it's "in" until the Election is over.  

And that prisons are bad so we should close them down and let everybody out.  Remember, she was a major contributor toward helping rioters make bail in Minnesota back in 2022.   The ones who Gov. Timmy Walz didn't stop burning down Minneapolis for more than 3 days.  

And that guns should be confiscated.  "Mumbles" made her  "Firearms Czar" just a month ago.  Adding to all her other "czar-ships."  

And that Prop. 47, the stupid law that permitted unfettered shoplifting in California back in 2014, was just great!  In fact... 

...she authored and sponsored the Bill while serving as CA's Attorney General!  

(BTW, Prop. 36, which would undo the worst aspects of Prop. 47 outlined above, is on the ballot this November 5th.  It would give Kamala the symbolic Middle Finger she deserves by cleaning up the mess she left us.  And it's leading in the polls by a wide margin.  Think about that major rebuff as you prepare to vote...) 

And now, after having ignored them for years, and realizing she's losing Black votes in the polls, she's openly pandering to Black men.  Offering unconstitutional giveaways like free, no-recourse loans to start marijuana dispensaries (Black only, how humiliating!), and $25,000 no-recourse loans to start a business (Black only, how infuriating!).  Completely unconstitutional.  

Do you even hear yourself?

She, Kamala Harris, doesn't have the verbal chops to actually conduct a press conference (none in the past 93 days, and counting).  And the People are beginning to notice.  Even her "friendly" interview on CBS turned into a train wreck.  They had to edit her answers to make her look semi-intelligent.  And then got caught with their hand in the cookie jar.  And yet they still won't release the actual transcript of the interview.  

CBS is no longer the Network of Edward R. Murrow.  It's now nothing but a newsmagazine like TMZ.  

And we just learned that her NBC "Town Hall" in Michigan a couple of days ago was being conducted using "pre-determined" questions.  Meaning they managed to say "The quiet part out loud."  Harris had the questions before they were asked!  And NBC has now lowered itself to CBS' level.  As in, the basement.  We've long suspected that our "Corporate Media" is nothing but an extension of the Democrat National Committee.  And now they're proving it.  Don't ever believe a word CBS or NBC has to say.  On any topic.  

So when she'd delivered the same campaign speech, with the same exact words, at the same tempo and at the same decibles, for the dozen-th time in six states, the People began to notice she's a phony.  She's memorized a stump speech written for her by her Hollywood pals, who know she cannot be permitted out alone at night.

Speaking of which, do you ever wonder why these Hollywood folks openly express their political views, perhaps not knowing that by doing so they're pi*sing off half of America?  If you ever suspected that our "stars" may be dumber than a stump, they're now proving it, as we speak. 

I don't think they're even talking to us.  I think they're talking to each other. 

So once her team had begun to notice Trump was coming up in the polls and that Harris' initial campaign boost, and its "joy," had begun to wear thin, they started putting her on podcasts.  Like, "Call Her Daddy," fergoddsake!  And friendly night time TV (all but "Gutfeld" is friendly night time TV!).  Left-leaning outfits that would play along by agreeing not to challenge her weak abilities (and by extension, her weak mind, we can surmise).  

And then all of a sudden us prognosticaters began to notice something that's only happened a few times in past presidential campaigns.  

"The more they know her, the less they like her."

     -  It happened with Walter Mondale (D-MI) in 1984.  He had a mental breakdown on the air.  What a Wuss!  Reagan won 49 states! 

     -  It happened with John (Lurch) Kirby (D-MA) in 2004 ("I actually voted for the bill before I voted against it!").  Born on third base, thought he'd hit a triple.    

     -  It happened with Jimmuh Carter (D-GA) in 1981.  He did to our economy what O'Biden/Harris just did to ours.  And Reagan mopped the Electoral College floor with him.

     -  It happened with smarmy Mitt Romney and his famous dog on the roof (R-UT) in 2008.  I think we're all happy he lost.

     -  It happened with Gov. Dukakis (D-MA) in 1984, when he drove that dumb tank to a hugh electoral loss.  Looking for all the world like Howdy Doody.  

It happened with Hillary, too.  "A basket of deplorables!"   People didn't like her.  And still don't.

And it even happened with Trump in 2020 (R-FL).  Wouldn't you like to have some "mean Tweets" right about now?). 

And now it's happening again.  Harris' shrill, nasal voice, coupled with her maniacal laugh, would be one thing, if she were only smart.  And also well versed on the subject matter, which it seems she refuses to study.  And able to spar on her feet.  I think they knew right away after they'd pulled a coup on O'Biden that they'd jumped from the frying pan and into the electoral fire.  They discovered it doesn't matter what color she is, the People are beginning to notice, she's in waaaay over her head.

And there's one more thing (you're noticing that I write like I talk?  Sorry, I know no other way): 

Recent polling shows that 71% of the American People "...think we're headed in the wrong direction."  That's two-out-of-three.  They're trying to tell us something...

I don't do predictions.  I just provide data.  Data from which you can draw your own conclusions.  I know I've drawn mine.  So now I'll pop a pop-top, grab a bag of Fritos, turn on the Telly and wait for the all-out, full-blown Revolution.  The one that will occur if Trump wins, or the one that will occur if Trump loses...  

Boucoup $Bucks...

I love football.

Have my entire life.  As a matter of fact, I occupied seat 54-03 at Super Bowl III.  The Kansas City Chiefs destroyed the Minnesota Vikings 26 to 10.  Lenny Dawson completed 16 in a row for a then NFL record.  Oh yeah, my seat, on the 54 yard line, cost me a whopping $55.00.

But I was a' wonderin' today whether we're fans of our favorite football teams, or of the players that play for them.  Or the town.  Like, it's hard to be a Rams fan and then move to Jacksonville, and not root for the Jaguars.  

Nomsayin?

Yes, fellow Patriots, I was a fan of the Chiefs during the decades between winning spells.  Still rooted for them.  Because they're from K.C.  And I was born in K.C.  So there.

But wait!  The Chiefs were formed in Dallas, Texas.  By the Hunt Brothers.  They also owned almost all the silver in America at one time.  But Dallas must have pis*ed them off 'cause they moved the Team to Kansas City.  And changed its name from the Dallas Texans to the K.C. Chiefs.  

That left a vacancy in Dallas, which the NFL quickly filled with the Football Cowboys.  In exchange for boucoup $bucks from Jerry Jones.  And the rest is history.  

But some of our teams' history isn't quite so simple.  Remember the Raiders?  They were put together in Oakland, California more than 50 years ago.  Its owner, Al Davis, moved the Team to Lost Angeles before it was "Lost."  Because it agreed to give him boucoup $bucks.  And then, Oakland wooed him back with more boucoup $bucks.  And then, Lost Angeles wooed him back with even more boucoup $bucks.  They should have bought a chunk of U-Haul, fergodssake!  They now play in Las Vegas, because they not only built them a new stadium, they gave the Davis family many more boucoup $Bucks.

(BTW, you can insert "Boucoup $Bucks" as the grease that oils up the skids in movements between towns from now on.  We'll call it "BB.")

Remember those Rams?  Oh yeah, Georgia Frontiere, a really good, ummm, dancer, married the Rams' owner.  And then some say she drowned the old dufus in the surf.  And then she moved the Team to St. Louis, giving L.A. the finger as she left.  For, well, $76 Million of those BB's.

How about the Baltimore Ravens?  Art Modell, the owner of the Cleveland Browns, decided that he didn't like the weather in Cleveland anymore.  So he loaded up the entire Team, under cover of darkness, and moved it to Baltimore.  Why?  Because Baltimore gave it many BB's.  Hey Cleveland!  Screw you!

Houston Oilers?  Owners moved the Team to Nashville, Tennessee as the Titans.  And then Houston got an expansion team from the NFL, now named the "Texans," and lots of BB's to salve their wounds...

The Arizona Cardinals?  Do you recall when it used to be the St. Louis Cardinals?  For more than 50 years?  The owner of the Cards took some of that BB and moved to  Phoenix.  Leaving an opening for L.A. to move to St. Louis.  St. Louis got screwed, which is how they got the Rams.  

Are you getting dizzy yet?

If you're getting the inference here that towns don't own teams,* but that money-grubbing owners do, you're picking up what I'm laying down...

Remember the San Diego Chargers?  Yeah, well their owner tried to float a new stadium bond issue.  The townies in S.D. voted "No."  So in a fit of pique, and in exchange for a bunch of BB's, he moved the Team to L.A.  Leaving San Diego without a team for the first time in decades.  

Oh yeah, the Portsmouth, OH Spartans moved to Detroit and became the Lions way back when.

The New England Patriots moved to Foxborough from Boston.

The Baltimore Colts moved to Indianapolis, opening up a spot for the Browns to move to Baltimore.  Really.

There are others, but I'm taking pity on you.  So just remember, when you're cheering for the "Pumpkin Center Fuschias," you're really cheering for the player.  The one who passed to the other player, and that other player who caught it.  

And remember, each of those players is a $Millionaire.  That's starting wage.  They have to suffer for awhile to prove they're star quality.  They they start to rake in the BB's.  And each of those players has an agent, who takes a cut.  And a publicist, who's job it is to make his player famous.  And the guy who takes care of his houses, and his cars. And his lawyer, who gets him out of paternity suits.  And his wife.  And his girlfriend.  

So each of these folks acts as a team of, by, and for the player.  Who moves from team to team over his professional career.  And takes his entourage with him.  Including his wife and girlfriends.  If he's really good he'll make $50 or $100 million over his career, and struggle to keep any of it once he retires.  

Remember I said we cheer for the guy who threw the pass and the guy who caught it?  Enjoy the moment, because the odds are, neither of them will be a member of the "Fuschias" next year...

Sorry if I burst any bubbles.  Just watch football as the spectacle it is.  It's 1,800 professional athletes sacrificing their bodies for 32 teams, in exchange for oodles of BB's.  And for team owners who are raking in BB's.  While shown on TV networks, earning major-league BB's.  

Oh yeah, the Kansas City Chiefs at 6 - 0, is our only undefeated team...

*    With exception of the Green Bay Packers, which is owned by more than 400,000 individual share holders.  Besides a good chunk of Green Bay's 250,000 residents, its share holders are also spread all over Illinois, Michigan and Minnesota.

The MinWage...

Did you ever ask yourself why the Gubmint is involved in setting, and enforcing, the Minimum Wage?  

Inserting its Heavy Hand between the worker and his employer?  Acting as deal-maker for every individual hiring decision.  Who appointed them to do that?

The MinWage is very simply the Gubmint deciding it has authority over every aspect of our puny little lives.  

Including where, and for whom, and at what wage.  Forcing  employers to do as it says.  First about this, and later about everything.  Let's take a hard look at it to help fuel our hatred:

The Minimum Wage was established as a part of FDR's 16 year assault on American's individual freedoms.  All excused because he was ostensibly attempting to help America out of its Great Depression.  First came the "National Industrial Recovery Act" of 1938.  A part of FDR's "New Deal."  And later the "Fair Labor Standards Act" of that same year.  They set the Minimum Wage at $0.25.  That was the Gubmint playing winners and losers, trying to punish the so-called "robber barons," who were exploiting the poor.  These laws were designed to help "establish a floor on wages to help folks out of poverty."  You can do a lot of damage with the very best of intentions...

As if its the Gubmint's place to micromange such things.  But as you can see, it's been doing it anyway for more than 85 years.

California established a MinWage back in 1916, if you're interested.  It established that MinWage at $0.16 an hour.

But the question I'm asking today is why Gubmint assumes it has both the authority, and the reason, to insert itself between a ready employer (buyer), and a ready employee (seller).  Isn't it a deal, a contract, struck between them, and them only?  

How is it that they each have a "silent partner" who presumes to set the price, the terms, and the conditions, under which the employer can employ, and the potential employee can accept that employment, before they can go to work?

It's very simple:  The Gubmint thinks the lowly worker is stupid.  Too stupid to find a job without being screwed.  So he needs the Gubmint to hold his hand.   

And that the Gubmint believes the employer is a rapacious slaver.  And I don't like it!

I should add about here that I owned and operated my own business, in the State of California, for nearly 40 years.  Being able to do that in California should get me sainted, but that's for another posting.  What you need to know is that for every dollar spent in wages, there's another $0.43 spent in Unemployment and Workers Compensation Insurance.  Which the State mandates.  And With 500,000 fast-food workers having just been given, GIVEN a 25% bump in pay, by the GUBMINT of California, to try and win votes.  Without regard for the damage it would do.  This should make you gasp at the Legislative overreach.  Whether you're a Liberal or a Conservative.  

And if it doesn't, you're a part of the problem...  

People of Color...

The racial problem in America was pretty much solved until one B. Hussein Obama was immaculated.

You may recall his words to a group of journos a few days later.  He said, "America's the greatest Country on Earth.  Join with me now as we begin to change it."

Funny, not a single member of our vaunted "Press" asked him what he meant by that...

Among his first actions as our new POTUS was to host a "Beer Summit" between a White cop and a Black college professor.  Obama caused a racial upset around the incident and then tried to put a Bandaid on it.  He inserted himself into a misunderstanding, which he branded racism.  When it wasn't.  Remember, Fellow Patriots, Obama was a Community Organizer in Chicago before he wangled his way into a Senatorship.  And then President 157 days later.  Look this all up if you've somehow lost faith in my ability to research.

Lyndon B. Johnson and his wife Lady Bird forced the "Great Sociaty Program" into existence back in the '60's.  And it was designed to salve all the wounds left by racial strife.  And we've dedicated more than $6 Trillion Dollars toward that effort since.  And it worked.  The problem was resolved.  And then Obama burst upon the scene.  To our mutual disadvantage.

And so now we have the term, "People of Color."  It's always used to try and segment Black people as "Black people," not just plain old 'Murican "people."  We're all Americans.  Citizens.  With an ownership interest in the welfare of our Country.  If you get wounded, I should bleed.  If I need help I should be able to count on you.  As neighbors in a Great Land.

It used to be that way.  It was when I was growing up.  It's been lost.  Or taken away from us.  We should seek to get it back.  At all costs...

I found it to be that way in the Army.  There were no Blacks or Whites or Browns or Yellows or Reds in the Army.  There were just guys who could save your life.  Just like there's no athiests in foxholes, there's no room for racism in the military.  You try it and you'll get your face rearranged.  By your fellow soldiers.  And then busted in rank by your superiors.  

So I come home to what, this?  Policial action committees doing their best to resegregate our society?  Doing everything they can to divide us up into racial groups?  And a President dedicated to "Community Organizing" America?  Like Harris' promise to help Black men open marijauna dispensaries?  Only Black men?  And promising to give them $25,000 "forgivable" loans to start businesses?  Only Black men?  

I don't stand for it.  I won't stand for it. 

Among the things that make this old reprobate pi*sed to the "nth" degree, if you haven't figured it out, is hearing some race-baiting blowhard mouth the words, 

               "People of Color."

This is a phrase used by Black minorities to demand equality be regained when none has been usurped.  To try and force Black people into thinking like tribal members and not individual citizens.  It's nothing but inverse racism.  It's attempted to have Blacks circle the wagons and vote as a bloc.  Forget your pocketbooks!  "They" hate you, whoever "they" may be, so vote for us!  And then the Election will be over and they'll forget you exist.

I don't hear Brown minorities demanding that we give favors to "People of Color."  Nor do Yellow people.  And nobody gives a dayummm what Red people think.  Or Pacific Islanders.  Because they don't vote as a group, and there's not so many of them.  But there are millions of Blacks,* and they're ripe for the picking.

The aforementioned Yellows and Reds and Browns have colors.  And I, The Chuckmeister, have a Color as well.  I am a sort of Medium Tan.  I get a little Browner in the Summer, a little Tanner in the Winter.  But I am Colored.  Just like the Black folks.  So I'd like them all, especially Black folks, 

  TO STOP TALKING ABOUT COLOR!

In fact, I'd like all references to the Color of individual Americans to be stopped.  Excised.  Eliminated.  Disused.  Avoided like the plague.  It should not be used in print, on the airwaves, or in the "Corporate Media."  Only when a criminal suspect is involved should the race of the perp be used.  And only then as a descriptive.  We should otherwise be forced to guess the race of a person, if we're even interested.  Because it's otherwise not important.  

Barry Obama's a racist.  He was caught talking down to his "brothers" recently, demanding that they vote "Black."  Because so many of them have awakened to reality.  They're starting to think for themselves.  The polls show it.  

And so are the Jews.  A reliable Democrat voting bloc for generations.  Now, after witnessing O'Biden/Harris mistreat Israel, trying even to micromanage their fight for existence, they're starting to figure out that they've been played for suckers.  Only pursued at Election time.  They've been getting squat for their votes and they know it.  An alarming percentage of them are thinking maybe it's time to try a different flavor. 

I've been told that if a Republican candidate for President gets anything more than 20% of the Black vote, he wins.  Recent polling has Trump at 29%.  

Have a nice day...

*    Quick note.  There are 42,000,000 Black peope in America.  Had Margaret Sanger, R.N., not created Planned Parenthood in the early 1900's, to eradicate the Black race, as was her stated intent, there would be 61,003,000 more Black people in America.  Abortion is a political weapon.  And it's still be used to kill Black preborns and divide Americans.  

The Fevered Ramblings...

When you become a "seasoned" citizen, as Rush used to say, you realize that there's more road in the rearview mirror than there is through the front windshield.  And that makes you look at stuff a bit differently.  

You can whistle at a cute girl/lady should you wish.  They will glace at you quickly, and then smile sweetly.  You can even tell them they're cute.  You've earned that privilege.  And I've never, ever gotten schooled by a woman to whom I'd offered a complement.  BTW, you can also get all pissy if getting pissy is called for.  By you.  Whereas someone much younger with a lot to lose, and who gives a s*it, would probably avoid any such issue like the plague. 

And not that I'm complaining, but I wake up every morning knowing at least it can't get any worse than that.  And then I wake up the next morning...

That was a joke.  My beloved daughters accuse me of having a weird sense of humor (Moi?).  So I have to provide the following Audience Warning:

     "The Chuckmeiter has a weird sense of humor.  But he knows it.  And now so do you.  Continue reading at own risk."

That's for those who's sense of humor has been sanded off over the past few years.  We used to have comedy shows on broadcast TV.  For decades.  With actual comedians.  Now we have comedians on broadcast TV without them even half trying.  That's what the last four years has given us.  Has saddled us with.

Yes, Fellow Patriots, I'm of the age where my major goal for each day is to not break anything.  On me or in my house or car.  Or to have anything break.  

I hope that the air conditioner and the coffee maker and the washing machine, and of course my enormous TV, all keep working for another day.  Not necessarily too many more days, but for just today.  Because today may be all I've got.  I luxuriate in "today."  "Right now."  "This instant!"  This cup of coffee.  This cleaning of the cat box.  This taking out of the trash.  This trip to the supermarket.  Short term planning, doncha' know.

And for the past 4 years I've had an ice cream sundae after each and every meal.  Ya' never know when this meal might be your last...

When I was a little kid I would pick up a penny off the sidewalk.  Now my sore back won't let me pick up anything smaller than a $20.00.  Pretty soon I'm thinking it might have to be a certified check...  

I just realized that nearly everything I have to do, I don't want to do.  I first tend to sit and think about the things I have to do for quite awhile before actually doing them.  So I can a.), decide whether those chores really need doing; and b.), if they do, is today necessarily that day?

And then I make a list of all those things I hate to do, but must do, and then do them all together.  As a clump.  Huffing and puffing and grunting and moaning and complaining and talking to myself under my breath while I toil away.  Wishing I'd waited a bit longer before embarking on this exercize.  Maybe cracking a beer and watching a game instead.  Or maybe taking a nap and finishing up later.

But I'm also elated because I'd been putting those chores off like the plague and they'll soon be done.  So that I can sit on my arse, ensconced in my 24-way, fully electric Barca Lounger, with a wry smile on my unwrinkled face, and prepare for a long stint doing absolutely nothing.  Before the next slate of chores I hate to do are past-due for the addressing.

I'm thinking of having myself catheterized so I don't have to get up as often.

And I chuckle to myself when I open the bill from the car insurance mafia.  Increased my rates, they did.  Again.  It seems the number of miles I allow myself to drive goes down now inversely with the amount I must pay to drive them.  To be insured against an ever-lessening chance of crashing and burning.*    

Since I'm often either too sick or too tired (I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired!) to drive, or don't wish to dodge the crazies who pollute our highways and  byways these days, I tend to hide out at the haven I've created for myself here at Fort Chuckmeister.  The moat is dug and I'm almost ready to fill it.  So I just figured out that, not counting gas or maintenance, it costs me about $8.00 a mile to pull the old steed out of her stall and take her for a spin.  

So why don't I take an Uber?  Because I fought for Freedom.  And I'll not willingly give my Freedom away.  Nor may anyone take it.  Offered as a promise from a 1st, 2nd, 4th, 5th and 6th Amendment-loving guy.  

And also I'm not yet willing to turn in my Mancard.  So there.

And I used to plan for all the neat stuff I'd do once I'd finally retired.  Like playing poker with the boys and doing some charity work and taking nice cruises to balmy climes.  Little did I know that my retirement would be filled with doctors appointments.  And visits to the lab and to the imaging center.  Why didn't they tell us about this?

And finally, I've discovered we're just about ready to depart this dimention when we don't recognize the names of any of the of the nominees from the Tony Awards.  Or the Grammy Awards.  Or even the Academy Awards!  Who are these people anyway?  You ever think that maybe going from 3 channels on Broadcast TV with maybe 50 great actors, to more than 500 on Cable with 10,000 actors, served to prove the old adage: "Nature abhors a vacuum?"

Thank you once again, fellow Patriots, for choosing to read these fevered ramblings of a troubled mind.  If you like it, I'm pleased.  If you don't, it's Trump's fault.

It seems that eveything else is...   

*    Remember, you insure yourself against something you expect to happen.  And your insurance company is betting it won't.  They spread the risk of each one they insure over a huge population.  And by getting their "risk to benefit ratio" correct, they're betting that their actuaries are smart enough to keep them in business.  In other words, they'll make a profit on the "vig."  The difference between their risk payouts and their premium income.  If you want to beat them at their own game, you might want to try and assume some more of your own risk.  Go from $500 deductible to $1,000.  And from $1,000 on your house to $2,500.  If it turns out you don't need the insurance, you've beaten the insurance companies at their own game...

Prescience...

I wish I could foretell the future.

Were I able to see what's just around the corner, I would have shorted Gillette stock back when the Chinese decided to unleash their "Chinese Wuhan Killer Coronavirus Pandemic."  

I would have also bought some shares in "Uber."

Because when the Pandemic happened the Gubmint decided to shut itself down.  To send everyone home to immediately lock their doors, pull down the shades, get in their 'jammies and prepare for a long, long, LONG vacay.  From work.  Not from life...

Because in life you have to breathe, and eat, and sleep.  And shave, lest you look like a slob.  And being freed from that requirement can completely change one's life.

When the Pandemic hit we could all stop shaving.  And stop showering.  And stop dressing.  All of those who were theretofore dressing up every day for the office were finally freed from their miserable automaton lives!  They could now do anything they wanted.  They could walk the dog.  They could go shopping.  They could learn how to play the guitar.  Or learn fly fishing.  Or take up knitting.  Anything but work...

And you could also grow your beard.  Long.  Which could, and did, have a biiiig impact on the fortunes of those in the shaving industry.  The Gillettes.  And the Harry's.  And the Shicks.  And the $1 Shave Clubs.  As in, nobody was buying any of that crap anymore.  They were languishing in their underwear, eating bon-bons, watching Jerry Springer reruns while drinking Pabst Blue Ribbon.

Anything but working.

And once that dreaded Pandemic was over, guess what?  They didn't shave those beards!  They kept on growing them!  As if they made the wearer somehow attractive.  Which they DIDN'T!  And DON'T!

Not one man in ten knows how to wear a beard in a way that adds to his attractiveness.  Or his sex appeal.  Most bearded gents look like they just don't want to shave.  And they don't care if it makes them look like a slob.  Apparently unaware that if they don't care, no one else will.  I'm guessing about half of them have been married so long they don't think it matters anymore (it does).  And the other half have given up any hope of attracting a mate so it no longer matters (it does).  

And then there's Uber.  That was a company, you'll recall, that was fighting with Yellow Cab to pick up passengers at the airport.  And then the Chinese unleashed their Pandemic.  All of a sudden we couldn't go out to eat anymore.  But we could order our favorite food delivered.  Voila!  Uber spun off "Uber-Eats!" 

And overnight "Uber-Eats" became a multi-$Billion Dollar corporation. 

Now you can order what used to be a $10.00 hamburger from XYZ restaurant, which now costs $18.00, and wind up paying $35.00 for it via Uber-Eats.  You can't even keep up with the many levels of charges you have to pay to get them to honor you with a visit.  But be sure to tip well - in advance - or they may not come at all.  

The good news is that you won't take a beard-wearer for a woman when you go to the local bar next Friday night (California's 57 genders complicates things, doncha' know).  That's one of the major benefits to wearing a beard.  You won't look tranny.  You might BE tranny, but you won't look it.

And the good news also is that you can order an Uber to take you home from the bar, and they can bring you a pizza to snack on while you go... 

Our Hidden Army.

The police in our Country conduct more than 50,000 traffic stops a day.

Each and every day.

That's more than 20,000,000 a year.  For traffic violations, to be sure, but for all manner of suspected illegal activity also.  Especially in the bad part of town.  After midnight.  When people may be bored.  

We have 708,004 sworn law enforcement officers in the United States.  That mean they hold up their hands and swear to abide by the Constitution.  Of these here United States.  And then give them a few weeks training on how to arrest DUI's and folks who beat their wives.  And nearly nothing about their employers' civil Rights and how to avoid abusing them.

And there are another 1,200,000 unsworn.  Giving you about a 1% chance of getting pulled over each year.  Costing you $187.00 on average.  With California's $671.00 per ticket is a noted aberration.  Because everything costs more in Taxifornia, doncha' know.  Gotta' pay for those free abortions for everyone from anywhere somehow...

Now then, just for grins, multiply 20,000,000 times $187.00.  You'll find out why there's so many traffic stops.  And why so many police chiefs and mayors in towns of 2,500 or less drive fancy cars and live in the Big House on the Hill.

The point of this screed is that we may well have created a monster in our paramilitary policing forces.  It's well known that "when you're a hammer, everything looks like a nail."  It's true also that a tiny minority of our population breaks the law.  Continuously.  And it must be tough to go out and look for them.  

But busting some poor schlub nearly a week's pay for 10 mph over, if he wasn't hindering traffic or posing a danger, is obscene.  But like with transgender males beating the crap out of girls in girls' sports, the ruling class tends to look the other way.  "Not my problem."  "Don't take down my name."  "Please leave me alone."

There are nearly 30,000 cops in New York City.  And from their increasing crime rate, they probably should have more.  Especially because they've willingly imported nearly 1,400,000 illegal aliens.  All of them unvetted!  And then, because they decided years ago to symbolically declare themselves a "Sanctuary City," never expecting to have to suffer because of it, they're now suffering because of it.  

They've been forced to learn that every action carries with it the equal and opposite reaction.  And sometimes an over-reaction, like if you increase a "Sanctuary City's" population by 15% virtually overnight.  

Who don't pay taxes.

But back to the subject, there are 8,832 cops in crime-ridden Lost Angeles.  And they certainly could use more.  Especially since L.A. has a bigger population than most states.  It can take hours to just drive across it!  Which is possibly one of the reasons there's so much crime.  

But Liberals run the city, like every Big City, so that'll never happen.  Because they hate to incarcerate anybody.  Ever.  And will never, every build a new jail.  So they're bursting at the seams.  So they just kick them out the back door on a "No Cash" bail.  While the cops are still completing the booking report.  Must be depressing.  Making the poor cops wonder why they bother to arrest anybody, I'm certain.  I'd guess the excitement of a new job and a new uniform and getting to pack heat must wear off pretty dayummm quick, when you're working for idiots.  

But lastly, I wonder if the day a new officer starts his law enforcement career, if he/she/it isn't forced to become one of "them."  And be forced to succumb to that "Us vs. Them" mind-set.  The 3% of "Them" against the 97% of "Us."  We see it every day on the news.  Officers knowingly or unknowingly (worse)_ violating citizens' Rights.  And if called on it, their city is forced to pay.  Big $Bucks.  And they seldom, if ever, get reprimanded, because their underpoliced cities cannot do without them.  

We Created All That! 

As I've opined before, cops are those folks we love to love when we don't need them, and love to hate when we do.  Go ahead, you can confide in me.  Aren't you near crap-your-pants afraid when you see the blue lights in your rearview mirror?  And aren't you afraid of the cops and what they can do to you, on purpose or by accident?

If the answer is "Yes" to either question, then we ought to do something about it...

Right vs. Left...

Have you ever wondered about that whole "Right - Left" thing?  

Politicians telling you that those on the "Left" will bring socialism to our doorstep, and those on the "Right" will bring on fascist doom?  

Well, I, The Chuckmeister, am here to bring enlightenment to those in need.  Since we know by now that our schools no longer teach civics, and that nobody anywhere can tell you the five Rights we all enjoy under the 1st Amendment,* it might prove helpful if we take a short review of what constitutes our two major voting blocs.  That would be the Democrats and the Republicans.  The "Left vs. the Right."  Condensed from Wikipedia.  Here we go:

     -  Liberals (includes Democrats, "Progressives," socialists and communists.  And "Furries," also.).  Willing to accept and/or respect behavior or opinions different from one's own; open to new ideas; believing in wealth redistribution where appropriate; generally believe that climate change will doom us all; often intense dislike of oil and gas, due to a lifetime of indoctrination by those selling solar panels and windmills.  

     -  Conservatives (most often Republicans, some Southern Democrats who've seen the Light.).  Averse to change for the sake of change; or innovation where none is needed; favors capitalism and free trade over any other form of government; believes also in entrepreneurism; believes in the private ownership of land; favors socially traditional ideas and values. 

So before we get started, the "Left" v. "Right" comes from the view taken by our Speaker of the House of Representatives as he conducts our business in the Capitol Building.  The "Left," the Democrats, are to his left as he sees them, and the "Right," or Republicans, are to his right as he sees them.

Simple, eh? 

Now then, it's just my opinion (what else?), but seems to me the 49% of our citzens who pay no Federal taxes are getting a free ride.  And they're the ones who are most often "Liberals."  Or even "Progressives."  Which is another word for, Gimme' some of what it is you got!  Or all of it!  Or even, in some cases, they'll just outright steal it.

Which is why we all need firearms.  Which is the 2nd Amendment, if you've forgotten.  That's the one that permits you to protect yourself if some bozo doesn't like what you just said.  Under the 1st Amendment, covered above.  Which gives you the absolute Right to do the pis*ing off.  If you're walking around in the mistaken belief that the cops will protect you if you pi*s somebody off with your mouth, check with the obituary section of your local newspaper.

Then head on off to your local gun dealer... 

*     1st Amendment:  Freedom of speech, freedom of the Press, freedom of Religion, freedom of Assembly, and freedom to petition our Gubmint for a redress of grievances (protests).

Civil Disobedience.

Did you ever wonder what would happen if we all just stopped "voluntarily" complying?  

The Federal Gubmint tells us that paying income taxes is "voluntary."

              Rigggghhhhhtttt!

Try "volunteering" not to comply!  To just brush it off.  Sort of, not today.  Maybe tomorrow...

We're learned just how "voluntary" it was when O'Biden's little boy Hunter, almost went to trial because he decided to "voluntarily" spend $1,300,000 of his ill-gotten income, the part he didn't share with his father, on hookers, porno sites, coke, meth, Zanax, MDMA and booze.  Instead of writing a check to Uncle Sam.  

Like us, the "little people." 

So our Uncle Sam could endorse it on the back and send it off to Ukraine.  Or Lebanon, which just got another $157 Million yesterday.  From you and me.  

And he also bought that now infamous .45 Colt Cobra revolver.  Which he purchased in the midst of a coke haze.  And lied on Federal Form 4453 about not being a coke freak.  Which is a Class "WOW" felony.  

And then he got a heavy case of the paranoids and had one of his "girlfriends" throw it away.  In a trash bin behind the local Albertson's.  

Now then, Fellow Patriots, the foregoing few paragraphs should prove forevermore than one can be smart enought to pass the bar exam, and still be dumb enough to get kicked out of the Navy with a Bad Conduct Discharge.  And then screw his dead brother's wife.  Yeah, dumb.  As a bag of hammers.  

He blew that $1.3 Mil on everything but the income taxes he owed.  Which got him in some very hot water.

But I'm here to tell you that the Gubmint could be all bark and no bite.  Especially if we citizens were to all band together and decide not to play by their arbitrary rules.  We could just take our toys and go home.  Forcing the Gubmint to reconsider some of its more outrageous and ridiculous laws, policies, procedures, rules and regulations.

And that would include city, state, and Federal policies.  Lemme' tell you how.

If you're a regular reader of this humble blog, you know that you have to try really hard to get sent to prison.  Like killing someone.  Or a group of someones.  With an AR-15.  The average number of arrests before prison as we know is now up to 37.  It's as if we don't want to punish people for breaking our laws.  Perhaps, as I've opined before, because we don't have anywhere to store them.  So I say put them in a gigantic interment camp in South Dakota.  Nobody lives there anyway!  Just carve out a few hundred acres, put a reeeely tall fence around it, and fill it with Bad Guys.  Because...  

...We should have already learned that failing to punish for bad behavior...gets us more bad behavior.

But they haven't learned that, have they?  And I think I know the reason why.  Ready?

We, you and me, American citizens, have a Grand Total of 1,998,588 jail cells in our Great Nation.  That includes township, city, county, Indian Nations, military lockups and brigs, and the Federal Goverment.

Yet, we have a total of 4,566,986 out on bail or parole.  And get this:  there are some 259,000 felons in California who have skipped bail.  Just decided all by their lonesome not to participate in our court system anymore.  Not to show up for court.  Just blew it off... 

Feeling safe? 

And that 259,000 felons include more than 7,899 charged with attempted murder, 8,544 carjackers and 5,488 armed robbers.  Thousands and thousands accused of serious felonies refusing to show up for trial.

Maybe they shouldn't have been turned loose in the first place?

Ahhhh, but the reason they were turned loose, I believe, is there's no place to put them.  Nearly every single Federal prison has cell architecture designed for one prisoner.  Yet, nearly every one has two or even more prisoners living together.  In very tight spaces.  Which cannot improve their general mood.  Making it ever tougher to keep them subdued while incarcerated.  So when they're released they're extra specially pissed.

So I'd say we all just decide to stop paying.  Just stop sending in that tax return.  Or send it in but without a check.  Maybe just write across it with a felt pen, "I no longer choose to participate."  If only a few of us were to do that they'd crucify us.  If all of us did that they could'nt do a dayummm thing... 

Wyatt Earp...

I just binge-watched "Wyatt Earp and the Cowboy War" on Netflix.

It was very well done.  Well acted, characters well fleshed out, storyline tight, especially when it was done on the cheap.  And as a semi-expert on the Old West, it gets my seal of approval.

This multi-part series told the complex story of Earp's arrival in Tombstone.  He brought in his brothers and proceeded to assume duties as the sheriff.  But the "Cowboys" were the local gang.  And they weren't going to play by Earp's rules.  The whole thing resulted in the famous shootout at the O. K. Corral.  A 30-second period which is rooted in infamy.

But if you've seen this series, you know two things: Life in the Old West was challenging, and gunfights were incredibly rare.  Murders weren't rare, but facing one another at High Noon on Main Street for a "Who's quicker on the draw?" contest almost never happened.  Most often people were just shot in the back.  I can only find 12 instances of High Noon style gunfights in the entire period 1850 - 1895.  And the last, as many may know, was between Wild Bill Hickcok and a gambler named Davis Tutt in Springfield, Missouri in the Spring of 1895.

Seems Tutt took Wild Bill's prized pocketwatch in a poker game one night and refused to let Bill buy it back the next morning.  The arguing back and forth culminated in a famous gunfight.  On the Town Square.  Tutt was on one side of the Square, Hickcok on the other.  75 yards away.  An unheard of distance for a face-to-face gunfight. 

Now, it should be known that Wild Bill was real handy with a firearm.  In fact, he packed a pair of 1836 Navy Model Colt .36 caliber revolvers.  And he went through an elaborate process every morning upon wakening.  In fact, it was so famous it drew crowds.  And since the powder in these "cap and ball" revolvers could get damp, and possibly misfire, Bill would whip out both pistols and empty them into targets.  And then carefully load them again just in case.  With the crowd watching every step of the way.  And this particular morning was just such a case... 

Tutt walked out of the Mercantile Building at about 11:00.  Wild Bill stepped out from the Standard Bar.  They faced each other down.  Wild Bill yelled to Tutt to give him back his watch.  Tutt's response was to draw and fire first.  The bullet whizzed by Bill's head.  Wild Bill then drew and steadied his Colt Navy over his other arm, aimed, and fired.  He put a ball right between Tutt's 4th and 5th ribs.  Blew up his heart.  From 75 yards.  

Tutt dropped in the spot where he stood.

I doubt I could make that shot, using today's best weapons and ammunition, and I'm a professional.  Wild Bill earned his reputation.  And Tutt earned an early grave.  As did so many of both Earp's and Hickok's enemies throughout their storied lives.  They earned their reputations fairly.  

I've said this before but it's worth recalling.  Do you know what a cowboy would say if he happened to bump into a dusty cowpoke while stepping up to the bar in the Long Branch Saloon?  He'd say, "Excuse me, Sir!"  Because that other cowboy was armed.  And so was everyone else in the bar.  

Because an armed society is a polite society...