Buh Bye, Netflix!

Have you noticed that Elon Musk's SpaceX rockets have been firing off flawlessly since he renounced Liberalism and embraced Conservatism?

Too much of a stretch?  

"It's twue, how twue," as Tweety Bird used to say.  Musk's Falcon 9's were blowing up and going off course and draining $Millions from this new effort.  And then, Musk saw "The Light."  He discovered that voting for idealism, which is what the Democrats offer, is like cotton candy.  It tastes good initially, then melts away, just when you need it most.  

Like a Snowflake.

Musk realized this when the BoyGuv of Taxifornia declared that our children no longer belong to us.  They're wards of his State.  To do with as he pleases.  In fact, if they wish to swap genders in school, they're encoured to do so and the Gubmint won't tell you!  So Musk, who has somewhere around a dozen kids, took umbrage.  So much so he bolted Taxifornia and took Tesla and SpaceX with him.  

$Billions in tax revenue the Swells in Sacrascrewyou had planned to redistribute, just melted away...

And he bought Twitter.  To restore the Freedom of Speech, he said.  Remamed it "X," fired 80% of its bloated staff, and made it the "Peoples' Town Hall."  Which simulfriggintaneously made him the enemy of the Silicon Valley set, and the friend of every Freedom Loving American.  In fact, this one act could have saved our Freedom of Speech.  Which has been nearly erased after four years of "Progressivism."

And then he met Trump.  And the rest, as they say, is history.  Not "herstory," history.  He immediately put it all on the line, as he did with Tesla and PayPal and Solar City and The Boring Company and Starlink and NeuroLink, and threw in with Conservatism.  Small Gubmint, strong military, borders locked down tight, low taxes, well-funded police, punishment meted out for crimes committed, and the restoration of individual Rights.  

Oh yeah, and let's cut $Two Trillion Dollars off our Annual Budget.  

As the old saying goes, "The Lord helps those who help themselves."  The price of Musk's stock shot up the day after the Election.  He invested about $150 Million helping The Trumpster get elected.  And he gained another $37 Billion in share value the day after.  Just in Tesla alone.  

The largest such one-day increase in personal wealth in the history of the world.

And then there's Reid Hastings.  He was a co-founder of Netflix.  The used-to-be-rent-it-and-mail-it-back video company that now streams its stuff exclusively.  To 337 million people, worldwide.  And as the 2nd largest such service on Earth, they usually do a pretty good job.  Up until the time Mr. Hastings gave Mzzzz. Harris $1,000,000.  Of his subscribers' money.  

His company immediately dumped 7,000,000 subscribers.  And 4% of its share value.  Hmmm...

And then came that Friday night.  It seems they managed to find the ex-World's Fiercest Boxer when he was old and needed the dough, and set up an "exibition" boxing match at AT&T Stadium.  That's where the World (In)Famous Cowboys play football.

Badly.

So anyway, after two years of preparation, the match finally came off.  And you'd think everyone would be as ready as humanly possible.  One company even paid $2,000,000 for 30 ringside seats!  They were certainly ready.  And one would assume the boxers would be ready.  In fact, everyone was ready.  

But Netflix.  

The match was 8 x 2-minute rounds.  And 65,000 fans showed up to see it.  Expecting, I'm guessing, to witness a 57 year-old ex-champ, with a 49 - 11 record, who hadn't fought a round of boxing in 27 years, to show this YouTube influencer a thing or two.  We would have to think Tyson thought he could compete, even though he was fighting a 27 year-old kid.  Or he so desperately needed the $Cash, or maybe the attention, that he was willing to embarrass himself on international TV.  And he certainly did.

And so did Netflix.

Netflix has a $33.7 Billion Dollar share value.  And one would think they'd be ready for anything.  What a joke!  I spent 45 minutes and watched most of 3 rounds.  The rest of the time the video was searching for the signal.  The picture just stopped.  Pixelated.  Searching.  I stared at it.  Nothing.  

From what I could see Tyson was getting spanked so I went to bed.  I learned the next morning I was right; Tyson lost, but earned $20,000,000.  Paul won, and took home $80,000,000.  The Stadium took in $16,700,000, the most in non-football ticket sales in history.  The final match didn't even start until 11:00 p.m. CDT.  

Who dreamed up this fustercluck, anyway?  

This put me in the mind of what an evening at Rome's Colleseum must have been like.  Just people debasing themselves, both the watchers, and the watchees, for $Money. 

Oh yeah, Reid Hastings cost Netflix more than $4,000,000,000 (with a "B") of his subscribers' money.  

I've cancelled Netflix.  You do as you like...

Epilogue:  I just read our boy Reid Hastings is actively looking for an overseas pad.  Looks like the Almost New America isn't suited for him.  Or maybe he for it.  He said he's following Sharon Stone and headed to Europe.  Or maybe Asia.  Or Africa.  Anywhere but the New America.  To which I say, thank you, Mr. Trump!  

This "Winning" thing is fun!    

Racial Parity.

Remember when Warren Moon was fighting to become the Houston Astros' starting quarterback?

No?  That was back in 1984, BTW.  Before half of America was born.  Without institutional memory.  And I might mention that Warren Moon is Black.

It was the thinking of football's cognocenti back then that Black quarterback's weren't smart enough to be quarterbacks.  

There.  I said it.

Because, ummm, they were Black.  You know, memorize plays and all.  Lead a team and all.  Turns out, Moon could memorize plays.  And lead a team.  In fact, he proved to be one of the NFL's best QB's ever.  Hall of Fame, and all that.  With a mid-market team.  And he helped open the door to "players of color" to follow.  Like now...

As of October, 2024, 15 NFL teams have Black starting quarterbacks.  Out of 32 teams.  77.1% of the NFL's 1,600 players are Black, and only 17.5% are White. 

It seems that question about "smarts" has been answered.  Since Blacks represent only 17.6% of our entire population, I'm starting to wonder just who of us are the dummmies?

   

   

"In Time of Peace, Prepare For War."

The United States Army was down 11% from its recruiting goals last year.  The Navy was down 8%.  The Coast Guard, down 6%.  The Space Force, -11%.  Only the Marine Corps was close to its target at down 3%.  

All of our military is down in recruitment.  Those are our would-be replacements for those currently serving.  Whom we need to protect us from an increasingly hostile world.  And I might mention also that only 0.78% of our population is currently serving in uniform.  That's down from 15.6% during WW2, 11.3% during the Viet Nam conflict, and 5.5% during the Iraq/Afghanistan years.  

Yet, it seems nobody's pulling the fire alarm!  The so-called "Corporate Media" isn't giving this potentially existential situation any minutes or ink or noise at all.  Even though they're supposed to be our journalists.  No problem to them, I guess.

But I think it's a big problem.  I just realized that I'm almost the only person I know who's served in the military.  For the first time in my life I can say that.  It used to be a "rite of passage."  Every young man went off to a couple of years in the military, and then came back all growed up and ready to live their lives.

But no more.

Even though 45 other countries require 2 years of public service.  And I think I know why.  There's no Pledge of Allegiance in most classrooms today.  No Flag in the corner in many of those same classrooms.  No "God and Country" sort of mentality in the teaching.  Because the teachers came from a generation that was taught to hate America, perhaps.  And now they're passing it along. 

And another reason:  Why should a young person join the military instead of working at McDonalds, when working at McDonalds pays more?  We, America, permit that abomination to occur.  The Bozos in Sacrascrewyou, as an example, have mandated a Minimun Wage of $20.00 an hour for fry cooks.  500,000 fast food folks across California are now paid more than a recruit in the Army.  Or the Navy, or Marines, or Air Force.  $20 AN HOUR equates to $41,300 a year.  The military's starting pay is now $35,600 a year!

So you can get shot at, defending your Country, or ask, "Would you like fries with that?"  And take home more pay.  And since you've not been taught patriotism, you just might choose McDonalds.  Instead of donning a uniform and protecting your Country. 

It would be easy to feel uneasy about what might come next.  But I, for one, am suddenly filled with hope.  A new sheriff is coming to town.  And those currently in the services of our Country who are thinking of leaving, may now choose to stay.  And those considering offering themselves up for service, may now be encouraged to join.  New leadership is on the way.  And leadership is what's been sadly lacking. 

As the Roman general Publius Flavius Vegitus Renatus once said, "In time of peace, prepare for war."  Nothing deters like strength.  We had the biggest and best military in the world when Trump was POTUS.  I believe we'll have it once again.  America has always found a way.  If you have a son or daughter without a career plan, might I suggest they consider our military.  

And then let us, the Taxpayers, pay for their college educations when they come back...

Unlike You And Me...

We, you and me, cannot print money.  Like the Gubmint does every single day.  All day, every day.  Stop by the Department of the Treasury in Swampville if you doubt me.  They'll proudly give you a guided tour.  You'll see pallets of $100 bills, 5' wide, 4' tall.  Being printed every 7 minutes.  

The Gubmint, our Gubmint, took in $4.7 Trillion Dollars last year.  That's $Four Thousand Seven Hundred Billion Dollars.  More than ever before.  And yet, it proved to be insufficient for the spending wishes of our elected representatives.  They spent $1.6 Trillion Dollars more than that.  And they (O'Biden/Harris) overspent some $10.1 Trillion Dollars during their 4 years in office.  Causing inflation to spike to levels not seen since Jimmy Carter was screwing up America.  Contributing to an overall National Dept you and I share of more than $36 Trillion Dollars.  That's $Money we borrowed from our Grandchildren.  

And so far are making no effort to pay back... 

Now then, Fellow Patriots, since it seems we can't keep our Gubmint from spending more than it takes in, might I suggest it spend some of that excess $Cash it throws around on a charity right here at home we should all want to support.

Frank Stiller founded the Tunnel To Towers Foundation non-profit two decades ago.  His brother was a First Responder who ran into the Twin Towers while others were running out.  And he gave his life that day.  Frank has been working overtime ever since to honor his brother's passing.  Working for free, I might add.  By paying off the mortgages of, or even building new homes for, First Responders and Members of our Military who gave it all in the service of our Country.  

So far Frank and his 501(c)3 Public Benefit Corporation has taken in more than $10,000,000.  Much of it is received via an $11.00 monthly donation chosen by many Americans like you and me.  And with those donations he's building 62 custom homes for the families of some of those same heroes just this year alone.  

To date, Frank and T2T has built, or paid off the mortgages of, more than 1,000 homes.  He is to be lauded, applauded and congratulated.  But all of this makes me ask one simple question:  Why is Frank Stiller and T2T being forced to do something that should be the obligation of our Gubmint?  If a soldier dies in the service to America shouldn't America take care of his family?  And why are there hundreds of families awaiting such payback as this is written?

We have shoveled off more than $175,000,000,000 to Ukraine since Russia invaded 3 years ago.  That's $One Hundred and Seventy Five Billion Dollars.  It would seem if we could print that much $Money for Ukraine, we could certainly be able to print a few $Bucks for our fallen heroes, right?  But our elected representatives have funneled not one single $Dollar to help the families of the Soldiers and Sailors and Marines and Airmen who have paid the ultimate price?  

Why is that?

It seems nothing gets done in The Swamp unless there's an outcry from the General Public.  That's You and Me.  How about we start an outcry, right now, today?

It Just Hit Me.

It just hit me recently, that all the members of my own family were born and raised here in California.

Well, DUH!

Which means they know no other life.  Some would say that's good.  Very good.  And some would say that's bad.  Very bad.

The "California Dream" to me when I got here back in the '70's, was to be an as-yet unpainted palate.  Just waiting for me and others to invent our own success stories.  We flocked here like the wannabe' gold miners did back in the 1840's.  Looking for a chance to pull themselves up by the bootstraps and become "somebody."  And the very best place in the very best Country back then was California.  

Back when I got here our regulations were few, our laws were reasonable, our taxes were low, and the weather was great.

Now?  The regulations are many, the laws are outrageously numerous and complicated, our taxes are the highest in the Nation, but our weather's still great.

But like the "Frog in the Pot," * our friends and neighbors, and family members, have become accustomed to "socialism-Light."  The Biggest and Grandest State in the Union, home to 15% of America's population (with more than One Million having fled), with the highest gas prices, and mis-managed all to Hell.  But it could be my family, or anyone else's family born and raised here, either doesn't know it, or doesn't care.  

Because they have no other frame of reference.  They have nothing to compare it to.  

Oh, they might choose to differ, having visited nearly everywhere first with their Mom and and I, and later everywhere else on their own.  But that's not the same thing as living and working there, wherever "there" is.  Or having been born and grown up somewhere else.  And therein lay the difference.  Here's one frame of reference.

I grew up in the smallish town of Chillicothe, Missouri.  The nicest little place ever.  9,977 people when I left.  They are still trying to crack that magic "10,000" number, the last I heard.  

My Home Town was a the County Seat and a farming community, like so many others all across the fruited plain.  Everybody knows everybody, which is both wonderful and frightening.  You can never get "out of town," so to speak.  Somebody's always watching to keep you on the straight and narrow.  

And trust me, somebody's mom would call your mom, if you ever varied from the straight and narrow.   

My Dad was besties with a guy named Kenney Frost, who owned the Army-Navy Store.  And besides canteens and web belts and tents, he also sold firearms.  Lots and lots of firearms.  Everybody bought their guns from Kenney, and you could always find a gaggle of hunters and shooters hanging out around the pickle barrel at his place.  

My Dad was a champion rifle and pistol shot and a hunter of all non-human things that moved.  And so became Kenney's fast friend.  And since I often went there with him, I got interested in guns as well.  And before long, I was pawned off to Kenney as an Apprentice Gunsmith.  I'd get to take broken ones apart, and fix them, and then put them back together.  As good as new.

At the ripe old age of 13.

And then I graduated to actually building action-up hunting rifles.  The bolt-actions and barrels and stocks and scope mounts and scopes and triggers and all the other pieces necessary to put one together.  I'd get the specs from Kenney, who'd promised to build the customer's gun.  "Wink-wink."  

Little did the customer know, but I'd be doing the building!  A 13 year-old kid, ordering up actions and barrels and hunks of special wood that I'd then blend together over a couple of months into a thing of beauty.  As it happened, my cousin was a guy named Reinhardt Fajen.  He was the foremost stock maker in all of America at the time.  He produced the finest wood stock blanks which folks like me were to magically turn into finished rifle stocks.  And he was located close by the Lake of the Ozarks, Mid-America's playground.

BTW, it took about 100 hours of intense skilled labor to make a finished rifle stock out of a bare blank.  In my case, those hours were compensated at far less than minimum wage.  

I'd (Kenney'd) promise "minute-of-angle" accuracy at 100 yards from his (my) rifles.  That means 5 shots within a 1-inch diameter target at a distance of 100 yards.  Five quarter-inch bullets into the size of a half-dollar.  Pretty dayummm good, I'd say.

I continued on building and buying and collecting guns as I grew up.  I recall I'd often select a few pistols and rifles when I got older, tossing them into the back seat of my car, and then driving the 2 miles to the city limits.  

I'd park, select a target and then blast away.  All day long.  Maybe a target hung on a tree, or a tin can on the roadway, or the cardboard box that the ammo came in.  Right beside a gravel road, stopping only to wave hello to passing cars.  I didn't think it strange to do what I was doing.  No one else did either at the time.  Imagine the furor it would cause if someone did that here, today?

Maybe not in Oklahoma, or Arkansas, or Texas, but here in California?

Folks didn't routinely lock their doors back then.  Because everyone trusted everyone else.  And also, because everyone was armed.  With lots and lots of guns.  And they knew how to use them.  They'd blow you out of your loafers if you got sideways.  So nobody ever got sideways. 

I recall one Fall day when the request from our Mayor came out.  Our Court House, a big gray 3-story building right in the middle of Chillicothe, had been selected by starlings as their nesting spot.  Not just a few.  Thousands!  They were like flying rats.  And they would swarm and poop, poop and swarm.  It was getting old!  So the Mayor asked local hunters to bring their shotguns and come visit that one particular Saturday afternoon.  Oh yeah, only tiny bird shot, so as not to blow out the windows.

And the hunters responded.  I'd say there were a hundred or more, including my Dad, who showed up that late Fall day.  And on cue they started blasting away.  It was a war zone!  Thousands of shots, thousands of birds bit the dust!  It was lovely!  I wished at the time I'd been old enough to take part.  For it was days like that which helped to make me who I am.

And to a large part, how California used to be.

Oh yeah, street racing was a "thing," everybody participated, the cops looked the other way, and everyone was happy.  Racing each other was a way of determining Clan Supremacy without resorting to fist fights.  The Dairy Queen was our Home Base.  As the sun went down the cars would line up.  Shiny, fast and loud modified cars, loaded with horsepower and proud to show it off.  

We'd all back into a space and then open our hoods.  To show off our cromed-up motors.  We'd buy some barrel fries and a cherry Coke, and then back on the road.  Driving up and down the Four Lane, flashing our lights at each other as we met.  And God help you if you failed to flash!      

And since none of our parents were well-to-do, we'd "buck bales" in the Summer for extra money.  Bucking bales involves showing up in some farmer's yard before dawn.  And then following alonside a flatbed truck as we approached the hayfield.  

The gigonda hay bailer, costing about $250,000 even back then, would scrape the ground for hay and then bale it up, with tough twine.  The bales would be deposited every 20 feet of so, and one of us after another would grab a bale's twine, heft it up with one hand, and sling it up onto the truck's bed.  About 5' in the air.  In 104 degree heat.  All day.  Nearly dying, but not quite.  For the grand old sum of $0.10 cents per bale.  Lemme' repeat that:  Ten Friggin' Cents Per Bale.

Remember what Nietsche said?  "That which does not kill you makes you stronger."

Later, after the farmer had taken pity on us and let us go back to the barn, we'd man the motorized lifter and move and stack the hundreds of bales into the barn.  In the attic of the barn.  In about 130 degrees of Missouri heat.  Which is hotter than the same temperature most anywhere else.  With little bits of hay floating in the air for you to breathe.

That's how we earned enough dough to put gas in the tank and take Little Suzie to the movies on Friday night.  And to the DQ for snacks afterward.  To participate in that car show I mentioned up there above.  

For that was our world.  And we loved it.

And speaking of bales of hay, we'd throw a few dozen bales on that same flatbed trailer.  Then we'd hook it to a tractor come late October and take off on a wonderful, full-moon hayride.  We'd bundle up with our girl and boyfriends, sitting on the bales,  and wander slowly down some cornfield, way in the back 40 (acres).  

And I won't fail to mention our Friday night sock hops.  We bring boy/girlfriend to the school gymnasium.  They'd turn the lights down low and we'd dance all night.  In our socks, so as to not screw up the finish on the basketball court.  To songs across the P.A. like, "Put your head on my shoulder," and "Oh Donna" and "Mona Lisa."  That's how we kept our girl/boyfriends.  And in many cases, that's how we met our girl/boyfriends.  Like my friends and classmates Rich and Sandy Macholtz.  Just celebrated their 63rd wedding anniversary.

There was actually a movie shot in my home town.  It was a black and white movie called "High School Ceasar."  You can find it on YouTube.  Turns out some guy who graduated from my high school wanted to "give back."  So he wrote a screenplay, got the funding and the circus came to town.  I was in it, Rich and Sandy were in it, nearly everybody in school was in it.  Can you say that?

I was 11 years old I think when I built my first cannon.  I bought a 3 foot section of threaded plumber's pipe and a black nipple screw cap.  I then drilled a hole in the cap just large enough for the fuse from a Cherry Bomb to barely fit through.  Then I'd take it out in the woods and blow the sh*t out of something!  

I recall the day I put a 7/8" ball bearing in my custom cannon, a Cherry Bomb fuse through the hole in the cap, screwed it all down tight, and then aimed it at the side of a decrepit old barn.  An abandoned barn.  Which was soon to feel the wrath of The Early Chuckmeister.  And it did.  I lit the fuse and ran like a sumbitch.  KaBOOOOOM!  My loyal cannon blew the barn down!  First the wall I was aiming at, and then the rest of it slowly following suit.  Such was my early childhood. 

Oh yeah, I already mentioned in earlier postings that I was a professional pool player for about 10 years.  I started playing at about 13, and was the best I'd ever seen by the age of 16.  I was on the road playing for money by 17, and was named one of the 50 Best in America by Billiards Digest Magazine by the time I was 21.  I thought everyone wore a moneybelt and carried a gun.  That's my frame of reference.  

I also might also mention I spent almost 4 years in the U. S. Army, trying to keep communism away from our doorstep.  That can alter one's frame of reference.     

Annnnd, (final annnnd), I might remind those so inclined to read this interminable drivel, that my Home Town is the Same Home Town as produced "Sliced Bread."  Yes, the guy who invented Sliced Bread was from Chillicothe.  Which is up there with "Night Baseball" in favorite sayings.  So some of that inventiveness rubbed off on me.  And I took it with me thoughout my life.  Cogitate upon that...

Now back to being born and raised in California.  If a couple of recollections from my yout (what's a yout?) sounds a whole lot more interesting than another day of "Endless Summer" surfing, maybe you ought to listen to those "Rednecks" who were born and raised somewhere else. 

Oh yeah, if any of my family is reading this humble missive, you now know why your Dear Old Dad thinks as he does.  And why those of you who don't agree with him on the issues may grow to share his views as you emerge from the fantastic bubbles I've helped you create for yourselves.

(BTW, I've checked the stats and there had not been a murder in my home town in its entire 100 year history.  Up until the day I left, that is.  That says something about the value of widespread firearm ownership, doncha' think?)

NOTE:  Sorry to talk about me.  But it's the subject I know the most about...

*  The "Frog in the Pot" theory is a cautionary tale.  It goes like this.  If you were to toss a frog into a pot of boiling water, he would surely hop right back out.  But if you put a frog into a pot of lukewarm water, and then slowly turn up the heat, he would turn a bright red as he boiled to death.  We, Fellow Patriots, are that frog...  

Let's Start With the Dept. of Education.

Every school in America has a Principal.  

It's his/her/its job to ride herd on the goings on inside those institutes of higher learning.  Educating our young, so they can live full, productive lives.  

Lives to be lived within the bounds of that which is considered reasonable, moral, ethical and legal (although the ACLU might disagree!).  

And to accomplish that Herculean goal, we dedicate more than 55% of our property taxes nationwide, toward education.  Building and maintaining schools, hiring and training and overseeing teachers and staff, and insuring the safety of the youth we are educating.

There are 98,817 schools in America.  And our property taxes support them.  Additionally we have 6,000 colleges and universities, with 4,724 of them degree-granting post-secondary institutions.  And our property taxes help support them. 

And back to our Principal.  His school is in a District.  That School District will comprise many primary and secondary and high schools.  The one with which I'm most familiar is the Newport-Mesa Unified School District.  It's located in Orange County, CA, where I dithered for more than 40 years.  And 14 of those years were spent as an unpaid volunteer Advisor to its Board of Directors.  It has 32 schools at present, and it runs them quite well.  In fact, one of my wonderfully bright daughters teaches there, to its credit.

Then we have the County Boards of Education, which oversee the various school district boards.  A couple of dozen school boards are overseen by each county.  Looking over their shoulders.  Doing everything in their power to look important.  To seem relevant.  Coming up with new rules and regulations for their underlings to follow.    

Newport-Mesa Unified did a good job.  I have no reason to suspect our other school districts don't do a good job as well.  Except for the Lost Angeles Unified School District, which is our Great Country's 2nd largest.  It has more than 1,000 schools under its management, and a whopping 500,000 students!  Oh yeah, it routinely graduates less than 45% of them.  

Less than 45%!

But the others likely don't need any more outside supervision.  But they get it.  From their respective State Boards of Education.  Every state has one.  And they'll average 2,000 or 3,000 nice folks, each earning more than $200,000, and who have a nice office near the Capitol Building.  They are the folks who produce Edicts From On High to be sent to the County School Boards.  Who will then send them off to the local School Districts.  Like the mandatory implementation of "DEI."  Which rots the brains of our young people.  

None of them are needed.

And guess what?  On top of that we have the United States Department of Education.  There's 4,407 people employed in Washington, D. C.  On The Potomac, with an annual budget of $68,000,000,000 (that's with a "B"), who get paid very well for doing almost nothing.  Except cause the State Departments of Education trouble, which they then pass along in the form of Even More Trouble to their County Boards, and then their District Boards.

Because sh*t, as we all know, flows downhill.  

Think of it as everything past your local County School District as a complete waste of time, effort, energy and money.  And if you live on Long Island, as an example, your average annual property taxes will exceed $15,000!  Often more than your mortgage payment!  Wouldn't you like to have half of that back?

All of this excess is where 55% of your property taxes go.  

The Bottom Line:  We didn't need the Dept. of Education then.  We don't need the Dept. of Education now.  That's why I'm now shining The Chuckmeister's  electronic "Beam of Shame" on it.  It needs to go.  

As Elon Musk has stated, he intends to trim $Two Trillion Dollars off our $6.7 Trillion Dollar budget.  He should start with the Dept. of Education.

Write him on "X" and let him know how you feel...

It Must be the Salt Air!

I have long wondered why California, Oregon and Washington all vote Democrat as a bloc.  Always the same, never varies.

They are as Blue as Blue can be.  In fact, I believe Christ was a corporal the last time any of these states voted for a Republican.  I think it might even be illegal!  So I set about researching the subject to determine the cause.  

We all know that too much salt can kill you.  If you have high blood pressure and injest a bunch of salt, you're toast.  Even if you have low blood pressure and were forced to live in a river of salt, you'd be history within a short while.  Which caused me to put two and two together, and voila!  It's the... 

                 ...Salt Air! 

Think about it:  What do these three states share in common?  The Pacific Ocean!  And what is the Ocean made of?  Water!  And what does the water contain?  Salt!  All three of these states share Salt Air in common.  Kansas doesn't get any Salt Air, and it votes reliably Republican!  Arkansas gets no Salt Air, and it votes Republican!  And Iowa gets no Salt Air at all, and guess what?  It votes Republican.  Clearly we've found the culprit...

Not only does Salt Air rust the bodies of our automobiles, and TV towers, and ships, it must rust the bodies of our Western-most citizens.  Not their livers or their spleens or their bicuspids, but their brains!  My theory is that being subjected to years and years of Salt Air makes one suseptible to Left-leaning hyperbole.  Suseptible to being hipppmotizzzed by politicians who treat them like snot.  Suseptible to all sorts of suggestions that our Founding Fathers would reject out of hand.  And yet, that's how they vote.  

Liberal.  And Democrat, although not nearly Left enough for them, is as close as they can get.  

It's my theory that the Salt Air turns these three states' citizens into mindless automatons.  Into zombies.  Slavishly waiting only for the next time they can vote Democrat.  67% of CA, for instance, has been infected by this religion.  I say "religion," because it's based upon faith and not facts.  It's sad to say, but this segment of our population must be written off for the foreseeable future...

But wait, Mr. Chuckmeister!  Texas borders a mucho bunch of Salt Air!  And Florida has 900 miles of Salt Air shoreline!  And neither of these States vote Democrat!  They are reliably "Red."  They are Republican as Republican can be.  So why aren't they afflicted with this ailment?  

                    Mountains!

Yes, Fellow Patriots, it's the Mountains!  Gobs and gobs of mountains, stretching all the way from Meheeeeeko to Canada.  We've got your Rocky Mountains.  And the Sierra Nevada.  And the Coast Ranges.  And the Klamath Mountains.  And the Cascades.   Plus the Columbia Plateau.  And the Wasatch Range.  And, of course, the Chugach Mountains. 

And in the East?  The Appalachians!  A 1,500 mile long mountain range extending almost from the Gulf all the way to Canada.   

So why should all those mountains make a difference?  Because of the prevailing Easterly winds coming from Alaska and Hawaii.  Pushing air from the West to the East, all day and all night.  Averaging 3 - 5 mph every day of the year.  Except for the occasional "Devil Winds" that afflict California occasionally.  And so rare are these Westerly "Santa Ana" winds that they always lead local TV telecasts.  

But every other day these 70 Million People in the West are subjected to Salt.  And New England?  More than 19 million souls.  Prevailing winds routinely flow from Africa across the Atlantic Ocean to North America.  That's how we get hurricanes.  The winds bump up against Florida, then turn right and head on up the Coast.  To New England.  Where they run into Canada.  And then just sit there.  Bespoiling the brains of so many otherwise normal souls.  Salt on either Coast will corrode steel, so it must also corrode brain cells.  

As Matt Walsh would say, "Prove me wrong!"

Oh yeah, I have to mention a couple of outliers.  Minnesota and Illinois.  Minnesota is filled with nice people and 10,000 lakes and heart valve manufacturers and Looney Left politicians.  Ala Tampon Tim Walz.  My thinking is MN is so far gone we should just cede it to Canada.  Maybe in exchange for Alberta.  Right across from North Dakota and Montana and the now-cancelled "XL Pipeline."  We could then frack its phenomenal tar sands all day and all night.

And Illi(noway)?  It's owned by the fat billionaire heir to a hotel empire.  He's spent $400,000,000 of his own money to get elected, and re-elected, and then re-elected again.  He owns Chicago, and he's a commie pinko dumbass Liberal weenie, so the poor souls in the rest of the State are held hostage.  Pluuuuus, Chicago is our National Shooting Range.  Thousands of Black felons kill each other there every year.  Felons they'd otherwise have to prosecute.  Costing them $Millions.  Notice the "Democrat Media" doesn't talk about it.  Blacks killing Blacks.  Nothing to see here.  Move along...

NOTE:  I'm not a doctor, although I spent 40 years in the medical arena and I like to play one on this blog.  I feel I've divulged enough super-secret, semi-pertinent, medicalescent factoids here to engage you for an entire Monday.  Please accord this little offering the credit it therefore deserves.  

But please don't tell me about it...    

 

Common Denominators.

There are a couple of Common Denominators between the 36 States that voted for Incoming POTUS Trump on November 5th, and the 14, plus our Federal City, that didn't.

Those States are CA, OR, WA, CO, NM, MN, IL, VT, NH, RI, CT, NJ, DE, MD,* and the Federal City of Washington, D.C.  

All of the "Red" States required an I.D. to vote.  But none of the above mentioned states required I.D.  

So if you're a felon, an illegal alien immigrant from Azerbaijan, a Saint Bernard, or "Bigfoot," you could have cast your vote on 11/5.  Without divulging your identification.  Or coming clean about not having one.  Funny, isn't it, that the Democrats imported more than 11,000,000 illegal aliens from 167 different countries to come and be a citizen.  But to first get a drivers' license.  Which enabled them to sign up to register to vote.  

Trump won all the states where you had to show an I.D., and Harris won all the states where you didn't.  Seems to me that makes his victory all the more consequential.  And game-changing.  Let that all sink in...

*    It should be noted that only 7 of the Original Colonies voted for Harris.  All the others threw in with Trump.  Apparently the others don't have to worry about the Open Border and the Price of Eggs and Butter and Gas and the crime in the streets.  I guess they're living in the same bubble as those folks in D.C.  Who are all making over $200,000.  They see no need for change.  But to them I say, rest assured, Trump's bringing it anyway...   

I'll Bet They're Good Swimmers.

So let us take a little break from the Election, okay?  Whether you were gratified beyond all explanation, happy that your Country has a chance now to regain its former status, pleased that we're all going forward toward a Bright, New, and Exciting Future,...

...or not.

Either way, I thought I'd give you something else to think about for the next couple of days.  Until I decide to puke forth another missive, that is.  So here goes...

I've noticed, Fellow Patriots, that we do not have a paucity of actors and actresses. 

In fact, we're told there are 32,345 of them.  Already famous, or not. quite. yet.  That's what SAG-AFTRA, their Union, to which they all pay dues, tells us.  

And 98% of them are serving you dinner at the local Ihop.

The other 2% are the ones who you see at the Oscars.  According to the IRS, these few are able to actually earn a living acting.  Memorizing the lines written by somebody else, and then spewing them out on cue.    

And some of those "2%" earn a grand living, indeed.  Tens of millions per movie.  You'd think if they're so very fond of Left-wing causes, they should be required to pool their earnings and throw a few crumbs to the others, right?

Did you know that the average home in Brentwood or Beverly Hills sits on about five acres.  More like a compound, right?  You'd think they'd gladly welcome a few dozen of their beloved "migrants" to pitch tents in their back yards.  With laundry and kitchen privileges thrown in. 

Anyway, these young folk come straight out of their high schools in Bumphuque, Ohio, where they starred in their high school plays.  They got the "big head" and decided they possessed that special quality which would make them a star.  So they came to Hollywood on the Greyhound bus to become the very next (______).  Singer, dancer, actor/actress.  Fill in the blank.

That's great.  To each his/her/its own.  But I've made an observation recently that might help to shape a young ladies life.  And feel free to pass it along if you agree.  Here is is: Don't come west unless you have gigonda bazooms.  Tasty melons.  Enormous jalonies.  Bloated breasts.  Or as one wag said in the vernacular, 

                       Big t*ts.

Have you noticed that AT&T did everything they could to hide Lili Vayntraub's enormous ti*s?  You know, the cute gal who serves as their spokesweenie?  And for as long as possible she was always filmed behind a desk.  But then they burst forth (pun intended) on the scene in one of her minor movie parts!  She's been blessed (or cursed?) with enormous breasts.  Which more or less guarantees she'll be put toward the front of the pack when casting time comes around.  And chosen for a tasty acting job ahead of all the others who have normal bazooms. 

(BTW, I have long thought we should identify women as "Breasted Americans."  They have such trouble on the Left these days trying to define what constitutes an actual "woman," doncha' know.  Maybe we should just change the name altogether.  Call them "Breasted Americans" and that should help to define them.  In this day and age, with so many men "identifying" as women, which is all that's necessary, we need to be sure and not hurt anybody's feelings, doncha' know...) 

Or has that "DEI" and "Equity" religion gone out of business? 

Now then, there are a legion of doctors who will gladly fit young ladies out with enormous boobs (the ones who will cut them off of confused pre-teens are right down the hallway).  A few thousand bucks and, VOILA!  They've got big breasts, too!  But I've discovered that those who bring those big t*ts with them to Hollywood tend to get the big jobs first.  Remember Norma Jean?  She came to Plasticville with Big Ti*s at the ripe old age of 17.  Within a week she was renamed Marilyn Monroe and was cast in her first movie.  

And I've noticed that those without the big hooters have to earn a few paychecks before they can whip out the plastic to pay for that plastic, right?  But if you show up with the goods, you're available from day one, right?  Look at what it did for Lili?  She's from Ukraine, fergodssake! 

And I've noticed also that young starlets to-be tend to take their clothes off and show their jalonies on the way up.  That helps them to get those cushy (but drafty!) jobs.  And that aging stars, those past their prime, the Sharon Stones, tend to take their clothes off and show their gigantic (sagging) Bazooms when they're on the way down.  Pun intended.  To help them pick up some meager jobs when their star has lost its lustre.  Just a fact of nature.  And of life.  

So, as a student of breasts (although an a*s and leg man, myself), I can tell you a fine face and some real talent is one thing.  A fine face, some talent and really big headlights with the high-beams on is quite another.  Right boys?  And girls?  And wannabe girls without the boobs?  So let's raise our glasses high and give a toast to Fine Funbags!  

And another thing.  I'll bet they're really good swimmers...

Having No Royalty of Our Own...

You know how those (not so) Jolly Olde Kings of England treated their court jesters?  Yeah, that's how we ought to treat our "celebrities."

Most don't know it but our movie industry started in New Jersey.  In the late 1800's.  Shortly after Edison invented Kinescope.  It was called "Fred Ott's Sneeze," believe it or not.  Then, following a string of silent cowboy movies, the bizz moved out West because of NJ's weather.  Never one of its good qualities.  If it has any good qualities.  I'm still looking.  But hey, if you know of one, dm me.

Anyway, "Hollywood" back then just sagebrush and sand and train tracks.  No people.  But it was enough to get it started.  And provided the seeds for a robust, now $35.3 Billion Dollar a Year Industry.

Oh yeah, as I stated up there in the title, we Americans don't have royalty.  And it seems that along with a deep-seated love of gold, we have a deep-seated need to be governed.  As one political wag once said, "Americans need to get what they voted for, good and hard!"  The Brits, from where we fled, have kings and queens and princes.  Why can't we have them and a Representative Republic, too, some may wonder?

Even the Brit's discards, Mzzz. Meghan and Harry, can't seem to find a way to fit in.  Even after being given $200 Million Dollars of Netflix' subscribers' money.  They think they're something special.  And some in America agree with them, just because they're sorta' kinda' royal.  Hmmmm.

And then we had the Election.  

The one where Mzzz. Harris brought in about 500 of our richest and most dolled-up "stars."  Starting with Oprah.  Who's worth $3 Billion Dollars.  And yet charged Mzzz. Harris $One Million Dollars to interview her (!).  And the JLo's, and the Beyonce's, and the Legends, and the Cardi B's, whatever that is.  They come down from on high to lecture us.  To teach us po' folks how we should vote.  And then return to their $30 Million Dollar mansions, driving their $3 Million Dollar Bugattis.    

I don't know about you, but that pis*es me off!  And it should have pis*ed off all those folks at Harris' concerts.  I personally think they attended those star-studded rallies to see the stars. 

We knew that.  She didn't know that.

And now we learn that Mzzz. Harris' Team said they were going to blow the $167,000,000 they had on hand this past October 16th.  They were going to "...spend it down to zero."  Well, it seems they blew past zero to the tune of another $20,000,000.  And how they're reaching out to those same "celebrities" to help retire the debt.  Stating, apparently, that it was to be used for "recounts."  

No "celebrities" to be found, as of this writing...

However, in a terrific troll, The Donald offered to throw them a bone and help pay off their debt, as his campaign has a bunch of money left.

And NOW we learn that Mzzz. Harris was paying for all those "celebrity" concerts.  Although many of the "celebrities" opted to donate their services, Mzzz. Harris still had to pony up for their crews and transportation and stage set-ups.  Running up to several $Hundred Thousand each.  Her Team decided that paying "celebrities" to put on concerts was the way to reach those as-yet unconvinced.  They proved wrong.  And it cost Mzzz. Harris campaign more than $50,000,000 of her donors' $Cash.  What fools.

Harris Team believed, and many on the Left believe, that we commoners look up to these "celebrities."  That we want to emulate them.  Hence, all the "influencers."  They think the more we know about them, where they live, and shop, and what they drive, the more we'll be slavishly smitten with them.  It didn't work.

So I think it's time we gather together as a Nation and start treating these condescending "celebrities" like they've been treating us.  Instead of us being subservient to them, I suggest it's time they become subservient to us!  Let's start treating them like Henry the Eighth treated his court jesters.  

For instance, they argued for Open Borders and Unlimited Immigration.  They own 5-acre compounds.  I think we could pack at least 50 illegals in each of their back yards.  They have pools back there, and BBQ's, and hot and cold running water, which is all these poor "migrants" need to keep body and soul together while they wait for deportation.  

This is Cher's opportunity to show us all how bleeding her heart really is.  She should step up and offer these services!  And if she doesn't, perhaps we should declare her back yard, and the back yards of all her tony friends, to be Public Domain.  And then pack them full of the illegals they so dearly love.

And how about T. Swift?  She owns like 15 houses.  She endorsed Harris last Summer.  She obviously embraces Harris' Open Border policy.  Just imagine how many illegals she could put up?  I'd say hundreds!  Maybe even thousands!

Think about it:  We're the folks who pay the inflated ticket prices at the theaters!  The folks who make it possible for them to live in their protective "bubbles."  It's time they came down from the mountain and rejoin us "normal" folks. 

In fact, I suggest we put together Teams to visit them in their walled-off compounds and make sure they're paying those Brown and Black people they employ enough, also.  And check their Green Cards to make sure they're legal.  And if they're not, we imprison a few JLo's, just to make the point.  Not for long, just a few months.

Now, I don't mind if these folks continue to make $20 Mil a picture.  Or $30 Mil!  But if they stop making us laugh, or cry, or whatever they're supposed to be good at, then we'll treat them like Hank the 8th treated his jesters.  Off with their heads!

Errr, maybe we just "cancel" them.

"The Last Full Measure."

More than 1,400,000 of your fellow Americans have died in the service to their Country.  Our Country.

On November 11, 1918, President Woodtrow Wilson inaugurated Veterans Day.  To consecrate and honor and provide eternal remembrance for those who fought and died in the service to this, the Greatest Country on Earth. 

Although you may not know it, Americans have fought in 12 major, and more than 100 minor wars since we declared our independence.  Starting with our first, the Revolutionary War.  Here is a list of the ones costing us the most lives:

     -  Civil War     620,975

     -  WW2          405,399

     -  WW1          116,516

     -  Vietnam*      58,218

     -  Korean*        36,516

In fact, our Country's soldiers and sailors and airmen have been dispatched to foreign wars for 222 of its 241 year history.  Without their wishes or stated goals or desires.  It's what their Country wanted.  And they answered.  And many of them died.

Just think of all the songs that weren't written.  All the plays that weren't staged.  All the inventions that weren't dreamed up.  All the medicines that weren't devised, and all the new benefits to mankind that weren't conceived.  In fighting and dying, these brave men and women were erased from the gene pool.  Leaving their moms and dads and brothers and sisters alone.  But richer because their son or daughter contributed to the safety and security of America.

15.4% of our poeple were directly engaged in the Second World War.  11.5% served in the Vietnam Conflict.  And then we decided that an all-volunteer military was the better idea.  And those soldiers and sailors and airmen protecting America today are older, and smarter, and better educated, and better trained, and more likely to make the military their career.  Yet only 0.78% of Americans are now keeping America safe.

And just so you know, more than 11,000 of our men and women have died in armed conflict just since 9/11.

There are 1,700,000 Veterans of military service in America today.  Please try and find one or two and shake their hands.  And thank them for sacrificing their time and effort and energy, and for risking their lives, for our benefit.  

This is Veterans Day.  Please try and remain worthy.

*    Both Vietnam and Korea were "Police Actions."  They apparently didn't rise in importance to the level of "wars."  Yet they were imporant enough to cost us the lives of nearly 100,000 of our families and friends and neighbors.

The End of an Error.

The Election is over.  The TV commercials have stopped.  And while I'm at it, those infernal Humana ads stop today as well.  Causing the volume on your TV set to go up by 20db.  Early Christmas presents, both.

Oh yeah, the Democrats invested $2,146,000,000 (that's with a "B") toward getting Harris elected.  I'm glad they're not my investment adviser.  The Dems had $146 Million on hand as of October 16th.  Yet, they blew through that $Two Billion and the $146 Million and still wound up owning another $20,000,000.  They're trying to raise enough donations from their Hollywood pals to retire that debt.  You know, the ones who endorsed her.  Good luck.  I think the celebrities have left the building...

Trump raised and spent $336,000,000 (with an "M") in the same period.  Which means Democrats had Seven Times More Money than Trump, and yet still Lost in a Wipeout!  The candidate, maybe?  And the policies?  Or lack thereof?

I think this Election also spells the end of celebrity endorsements.  At least it should.  If Taylor Swift, the Richest Celebrity on Earth, cannot sway an election with her endorsement, who can? *  It appears nobody.  It appears the Democrats may have just learned that.  Or maybe not.  We'll see if JLo or Beyonce or The Boss or Whomever is trotted out to cover the inequities of their next candidate.  

(BTW, I'm betting against their having learned their lesson.  I'm pretty sure they think they just needed that one more actor or singer or dancer to provide a ringing endorsment and everything would have worked as planned...)

The only thing that would have made Tuesday better for me is if Donald J. Trump had "identified" as a woman and run for POTUS as a woman.  So that the miscreants on MSNBC and CNN wouldn't have been able to say that the only reason he won was because of words like "misogynist" and "racist." 

Just think if The Donald had put on a tutu, as the Supreme Troll to all Democrats everywhere, those Upper East Side NYC Liberals and Malibu "Progressives" wouldn't have been able to play the gender identity card.  It would simply have come down to policies.  And capability.  And experience.  

I learned by 9:00 p.m. on Tuesday that Trump looked likely to eke out a victory.  A major surprise after being told it would take until Thursday or Friday to get the news.  And then by 11:00 we knew it was all over.  Trump had kicked their arses.  He'd taken Wisconsin, and then Pennsylvania.  Leaving Harris no pathway to victory.  Trump declared that victory.  Harris went to bed, leaving her supporters at the "victory party" with instructions to see themselves out.  Nice.

Tuesday was a day which will live in infamy.  Because the Democrat candidate and her "Corporate Media" handmaidens were convinced they'd emerge victorious.  And be one step closer to transforming America into the Socialist Paradise they've long desired.  Where they're the Big Dogs and you're the plebes.  The Worker Bees.  They snap their fingers, you hop to it.    

Yet, Big Orange whupped their arses.  Bigly!  He's won more than 300 Electoral College votes, and more than a 5% point advantage in the Popular Vote.  Winning that popular vote for the first time in more than a generation.  Those on the Left now know why he did rallies in NY, and NM, and VA.  He did so to run up the popular vote.  So that his victory would be seen as a mandate when he takes charge on 1/20/25.

If you'd been reading this humble blog, you'd know this upheaval was getting ready to heave.  That Trump had struck a nerve with those who'd been run over by Big Gubmint.  Those who'd been rude screwed, tripple-tatooed, rammed by the rusty rod of reality and f**ked by the fickle finger of fate.  Hispanics, Blacks, Asians, the young, the really old, women, the poor, Whites and the rich.  All of them joined the Trump Team.  

Plus add in the autoworkers and members of three other unions, contributing more than 250,000 of Trump's votes.  Unheard of. 

O'Biden should not have run in 2020.  He was feeble even then.  Recognizably so.  And in fact, he'd guaranteed his backers that he'd only be a one-term Prez.  He would just be the "bridge" to the next leader.  Yet, due to ego, I'm sure, he did.  And he messed up America terribly.  Their "Inflation Reduction Act" caused rampant inflation.  And that inflation robbed us of 20% of our savings, inflated overall costs 24%, drove up the cost of housing by 40%, car insurance by 50%, home insurance by 34%, energy by 29%, and transportation by 30%.  He did that.  

They did that.  

And once that fateful debate showed O'Biden to be non compos mentis, the Democrats pulled a coup on his a*s.  Showed him the door, they did.  The man who'd earned more than 14,000,000 primary votes.  Handing the campaign to a woman who'd never earned a single primary vote.  In any state.  A woman who dropped out of the Presidential campaign the day before the 2020 Iowa Caucuses.  She would not have been the V.P. candidate with O'Biden except for famously Black NC Congressman Clyborn.  O'Biden was fading.  Clyborn offered his help, but only if O'Biden would select "a Black woman" as his V.P.  And the only Black woman acceptable to him was Kamala Harris.  And the rest, as they say, is history.

I've told my friends and family that had this Election gone the other way, it could have spelled doom for the American Dream.  12 of the past 16 years have been under the management of the Democrats.  As Obama said following his election in 2008, "America is the greatest Country on Earth.  Join with me now as we begin to change it!"  

This Election stopped that change.  It sent the Obamas and the Clooneys and the Harrises and, finally, the Bidens to the showers.  Permanently.  You may never see any of them again.  Thankfully.  In the eternal battle between the "Makers" and the "Takers," the "Makers" won this round.  And if the Republicans do what they promised to do, they may well start a Dynasty.  Of small, responsive Government, reduced spending, a strong military, restored basic freedoms, a vibrant energy policy and a secure Border.  And if they do, the Democrat Party will shrink into nonexistence.  

Thank God we won't have to find out if I was right.  Now we can simply try and hold Trump to his promise:  "To Make America Great Again!"

*  Oh yeah, Swift's endorsement didn't stop me from being a Kansas City Chief's fan, either.  Even though she and Kelce are cohabiting.  He will leave someday, and take her with him.  But the Chiefs will still be here, and still be my Team.

It Was 16 Years Ago...

I woke up that morning really bummed.  And I mean REALLY bummed!

It was the day after the 2016 General Election.  Barack Hussein Obama had won the Presidency.  He'd soundly defeated Mitt Romney, perhaps the worst candidate for POTUS in a generation.

Until Kamala Harris, that is.

And since I'd been following the career of Mr. Obama long before his Presidential run, I knew that his being elected would cause a tremor within the firearms industry.  And the shooting sports in general.  

That's because Mr. Obama was caught on tape at a fundraiser in 2007 saying, 

"I definitely am for gun control.  I'd ban them all if I could!  I'd confiscate all of them if I could!  Just give me the power to try."  

He'd been a Community Organizer if you'll recall.  Signing up poor folks all around Chicago as new voters for the Democrat Party.  And when the door opened just an inch, he slithered on through...

Remember Jeri Ryan?  She was Droid No. 9 on "Startrek: New Generation?"  It was being filmed in Chicago, so it was convenient for her and her Illinois State Senator husband and family. 

But then they had a nasty divorce.  So nasty it had to be sealed.  The judge in the case said nobody would ever get to peak inside that divorce file again.  Exceppppt, when B. Hussein Obama found out about it, he got it unsealed.  Being a Democrat lawyer in a Democrat state, I guess it was easy for him.  He spread their dirt all over Chicago.  Hubby was forced to resign from the Senate.  Obama walked right in.  

Please welcome State Senator Barack Obama!

Oh but wait!  That wasn't enought.  153 days later he announced for POTUS.  Romney became famous for having a dog on the roof of his car.  The "Corporate Media," the marketing arm of the Democrat National Committee, made sure of that.  And a few short months later he was President-Elect Obama!

The morning after the Election I watched him conduct his first press conference on an airport tarmac.  He ended it with, "Ladies and gentlemen, America's the greatest Country on Earth.  Join with me now as we begin to change it!"  There were dozens of journalists in the gaggle.  Not a single one of them asked what he meant by that jarring comment.  But he went on to do just that.  And we are all witnesses...

So like I said, I was bummed.  So bummed I put a call into my good friend Geoff West.  He had helmed the most popular blog on the West Coast for years.  It's called, "A Bubbliing Cauldron."  He somehow figured out how to bring both the Right and the Left together in a sort of digital Townhall without offending either.  Not an easy task in what was becoming a "Purple" county.  Either then, or now.  (NOTE:  He still pens an offering occasionally.  Put the address in your notes.)  

So I told Geoff how depressed the results of the Election had made me.  And along with comforting me, he offered a suggestion:  Why not start a blog of your own, he asked?  I thought about if for days.  A way to state your opinion, he said, even if there's nobody around to hear it.  A way to offer a thought to those who may or may not have thought it.  A way to stand on a digital soapbox on a digital Town Square and maybe provide an idea or two to the masses? 

I figured, what the Hell?  What's to lose?  I had a following of sorts in the Costa Mesa/Newport Beach area.  Those who'd read my frequent offerings to the Daily Pilot newspaper.  So I jumped in feet first.  By the end of the week I'd launched 

"Chuckmeisterunleashed.blogspot.com"  

The title is a result of the nickname I earned from winning the 1968 European Billiards Championship.  The Germans coined the "Chuckmeister," so it stuck.  And that Daily Pilot newspaper I mentioned earlier fired me.  I was a columnist for that 100-plus year-old daily, their only Conservative columnist at the time, and they dumped me.  After I asked a simple question in my column:  "Do you think all those kids and those teachers at Sandy Hook Elementary might have lived, if one or more of them had been armed?"  It triggered the gun-averse editors of the Pilot so much they showed me the door.  

Oh yeah, the Daily Pilot is owned by the Lost Angeles Times, the most Liberal newspaper in the Western World.  

So being the "Chuckmeister," and being then "Unleashed" from my position, I launched my little blog.  Hoping to attract only those who might wish to consider another point of view.  Because I've got a lot of other views at which to point.  And I've been publishing my opinions there ever since.  

And as to this Election upcoming, I can only hope.  I think we're finally down to the "Makers vs. the Takers."  It's whether those who have made it and are making it, can withstand a full-scale assualt by the Left who wish to now take it from them.  If they win, we're no longer the Country as created and as envisioned.  It won't impact me so much, as I'm through contributing as a citizen.  Except for this humble posting, of course.

But to give the keys to someone who's never so much as run a lemonade stand, is rolling the dice.  When we don't have to take a risk at all.  But giving a vote to the unproductive is like asking two wolves and a sheep what to have for lunch.  I pray for our future.

So thank you Geoff, for your friendship and assistance throughout the ride, and thanks also to those who've put up with my sometimes sophomoric antics.  I'll try and do better in the future...

P.S.  I've posted regularly since then.  A total of 1,566 postings over that 16 year period.  I cannot predict how long I'll keep it up (sophomoric joke, there), but I promise to do so as long as I'm able...     

To Be Ignored...

There are 139,700 illegal aliens inhabiting California.  That's according to Homeland (In)Security.

That's one-third of our illegal "migrant" population Nationwide.  But our Mediterraean weather is a big draw for illegals, just as was is for us.  And so they come.  All day and all night.  Welcomed en masse by our BoyGuv Newsom.  Paid for with our Taxes.  They're everywhere.  And somebody needs to do something about it.  

Maybe the upcoming Election will have some effect.  We in the minority here certainly hope so.  I personally doubt it.

But a population never spoken about but that should be uppermost in our minds are our Veterans.  Those who've worn the uniform and carried the guns and fought and risked death to defend us Americans.  Unlike 99.53% of our population.  They are special people and we're treating them like dirt...

We have 1,700,000 Veterans in our Country.  So states the Department of Veterans Affairs.  And we have 39,500 Veterans on the streets of California.  Laying in back alleys and seeking shelter under underpasses.  And I, who study the news daily, have heard not a single word out of Sacramento or Washington or from the Candidates about helping out our Vets.  Giving them a hand up, not just a hand out.  We're giving illegals from 158 countries, so far, food, shelter, housing, legal assistance, medical care, and transportation to anywhere they desire.  By plane, train or bus.  How nice are we?  

But none of those things are being offered to our homeless Vets.  Shameful.

As a synopsis, and as a Veteran, I believe that the "unkindest cut of all," to paraphrase Shakespeare, is to be ignored.  To be treated as if they don't exist.  They just walk right past a Vet on their way to hug an illegal.  Perhaps because they don't think they'll get the vote of our Vets, and just might get the votes of illegals.  Today, tomorrow, or someday.  

They have so alienated their own base of voters with unfulfilled promises, they're having to import new ones from other countries.  All while ignoring Americans in need.  Is that the new Democrat Party?  Or is it the Democrat Party it's always been?

If this influences your vote come Tuesday, great.  But whether it does or not, call your Congressman.  Call your Senator.  Tell them to do something, anything, for those we've ignored.  Thankyou.