It's Dangerous Out There!

I used to travel a lot on business.

I averaged a plane a day for nearly 5 years.  I was the sales manager, the world was my territory, and I lived on planes.

But at the end of the day, when I'd arrived in tomorrow's city and I was all set to go, I'd sometimes try and find a nice bar to visit.  Grab a cocktail or two, maybe have a snack, watch a little TV, relax, and perhaps attempt to find some feminine companionship.  

And whatever might reasonably ensue from that.  Ahem.

But whereas finding a nice babe in a bar is starting off with two strikes, it's still a worthy effort.  How else are we expected to keep divorce lawyers fully employed unless we continue getting drunk and making stupid choices?

Have you ever wondered why they make it so dammmed easy to get married, and so terribly hard to get a divorce?  And so expensive?  

Remember what they say, "alimony is the f--king we get for the f--king we got!"    

Funny.  Not funny.

Anyway, trying to find an attractive babe with whom to share a drink or two in an airport hotel bar at 9:00 p.m., is always fraught with danger.  But never moreso than right now.  That's because millions of us have adopted transgenderism.  As in, putting on a dress and some lipstick and pretending to be a woman. 

BTW, I stopped trying to "drink them pretty" in the Army.  A part of my storied past, no matter what anyone says.  

But back in the '70's before I found my forever wife, the "chase" was a lot simpler.  A LOT simpler.  Back then there were the men, you see, and there were the women.  Only two choices.  As we were taught in biology class.  The concept of 57 genders had yet to be adopted by the State of California.  And however many genders in Illinois.  And New York.  And Oregon.  And another dozen Blue States.  

CA had begun doing really stupid things, but disavowing science wasn't yet one of them.

Those professing what we now call "an alternate lifestyle" had yet to do so.  People kept their sexuality to themselves, because that's where it belongs.  Kept all private like.  They did not wear it on their sleeve, or on both both puffy sleeves and a skirt.  And most assuredly they did not advertise it, unless they were in "that part of town."

Back then we had gay folks to be sure.  The guys who liked guys, and the ladies who went for ladies.  However we did not have millions of transgenders pretending to be the opposite sex.  Those afflicted with gender dysphoria should have an avenue for relief.  Unlike those who've transitioned in order to gain an advantage.  Like the "men" who've managed to steal more than 900 college scholarships from women.  But millions of others are so good at it you cannot tell from a distance with whom you are dealing.  

Which brings me back to the bar.  A dimly-lit bar.

Just imagine you're in a nice airport hotel lounge, and there's a nice looking babe at the other end of the nice bar.  And you think to yourself, why not offer that nice babe a drink?  Since you're on your second, you don't hesitate to head right on over.

Except when you get there you find out it's not Donna but Don, and he just might proceed to take you apart, limb from limb.  Which brings me to my Recommendation of the Day:   

Maybe it's best to confine oneself to church socials when we go out hunting from now on...

"Uncle Sugar"

There are 195 countries on Earth.

Plus two "unofficial" countries, the Vatican and Palestine.  Which was never a country, and never will be.

We, the U. S. of A., trade with 135 of them.  We trade some 600,000 products across the world, and pay a higher tariff on 60% of them than we charge.  That means we pay the exporting country more than they pay us.  And that leads to a net trade imbalance.  Of hundreds of billions of $Dollars.

Today is "Liberation Day," as Trump calls it.  The day when we are supposed to seek "parity" with all those countries who've been screwing us across the decades by imposing "reciprocal" tariffs upon them.*  Tariffs which are supposed to level the playing field.  And because there's been so much confusion about tariffs among the uninformed, I thought I'd try and bring more light on the subject than heat.

Remember, I am a graduate economist.  And although I'll comment on anything, including stuff I know absolutely nothing about, it's glorious to actually know enough to have taught this subject.  So you can "take this to the bank," as they say.

But first, a little history.

I recall my Dad bitching and moaning about how we were spreading our money all over the globe instead of taking care of "America First."  That was post-WW2 when rebuilding war-torn countries was paramount.  We got into the habit of giving to anyone and everyone who needed a hand.  And we haven't yet been able to kick that habit.  Dad called the U. S. "Uncle Sugar."  For good reason.

Learning just how much of a trade imbalance we suffer is often hard to discover.  That's because countries try and hide those numbers, and so does our "Legacy Media."   But these are some of the best numbers I can find for FY 2024:

     -  Canada:  -$63.3 Billion.

     -  Mexico:  -$171.8 Billion

     -  Ireland:  -$86.7 Billion

     -  Germany:  -$84.8 Billion

     -  China:  -$295.4 Billion

     -  India:  -$45.7 Billion

     -  Vietnam:  -$123.5 Billion

     -  South Korea:  -$68 Billion

     -  Japan:  -$68.5 Billion

     -  Taiwan:  -$73.9 Billion

These are just a few of the countries who are eating our lunch.  Both literally and figuratively.  Trump thinks by imposing tariffs on "them" equal to those charged to "us," we can bring in upwards of $600,000,000,000 (with a "B") a year.  Which we can apply to our Federal Debt, currently standing at almost $37 Trillion Dollars.  

Did you know the interest we currently pay on our Federal Debt equals almost $One Trillion Dollars per Year?  More than we pay to fund our Defense Department ($887 Billion)?  Trump thinks it's time to do something about it.  I agree.  Do you?

As an example, these are the import tariffs Canada currently imposes upon America:

     -  Milk:  270%

     -  Cheese:  245%

     -  Butter:  298%

     -  Poultry:  238%

     -  Eggs:  163%

     -  Barley:  160%

     -  Wheat:  94%

     -  Sugar:  265%

     -  Rice:  150%

     -  Peanut Butter:  295%

     -  Vegetables:  100%

     -  Fish Products:  100%

     -  Metals (Steel, Iron, Aluminum):  25%

     -  Tobacco:  100%

Any wonder now why we can't sell milk, butter and eggs into Canada?

It's the same story with Mexico.  The people building cars in our plants down there are paid $3 an hour.  The United Auto Workers in our Country require an average of $48.50 per hour.  Any question why it's cheaper to build cars in Mexico than in Detroit?  And why it's more profitable?  That should all soon change.

The idea of tariffs is to protect products and industries in your country from imports less costly to make than yours.  Canada's been doing that, as you can well see.  And Mexico, and Japan, and China, and South Korea, and all the others.  And they're squealing like a stuck pig over our having finally found out.  And that we're finally, FINALLY doing something about it.  Are we their friends?  Yes.  Are we their "Uncle Sugar?"

President Trump says "No."  

*   Note:  All items manufactured on American soil will be tariff-free.  Zero tariffs.  Which is what these actions are supposed to attract.  To force manufacturers to come on home.  More revenue, more jobs and more taxes generated.  And more American wealth.  Put a businessman in charge and get some sanity back into the way we run our Country. 

Rent-A-Protest!

(NOTE:  If we had a "Legacy Media" that reported on the news, they would be bringing you this information.  We don't.  They haven't.  I am.)

If you're like me, you're probably wondering where all those people come from to mount a protest in the middle of the day.

Dozens, even hundreds of folks will magically appear, pick up their professionally-made signs, and then march and sing and shout pre-written songs and phrases and jingles.  At the top of their lungs.  Usually against something or other being debated in the halls of Congress.  And usually against some aspect of the Trump Administration.

Like the 200-odd protests against Tesla which occurred this past Saturday.  All across America and even including Europe.  All carefully organized and conducted as if by professionals.

Because they were.

Don't these people have jobs?  How is it, I wondered, all these folks could wind up at the same place and the same time to all say the same things?  Well, Fellow Patriots, I did some research and found out.

You can now "Rent-A-Protest."  There are two main outfits who specialize in providing you with your very own protest.  The biggest is "Crowds on Demand."  It's a Beverly Hills, California-based company specializing in providing crowds for events.  It calls itself "The ultimate guerilla lobbying and government relations firm."  It will supply any number of actors and activists and demonstrators and pretend-fans for any type of public event.  They pay $15 an hour, 3-hour minimum, with an average pay of about $50 per event.

Their full-time protestors make an average of $99,062 per year, making marching and shouting and demonstrating quite a lucrative career.

Another group is the San Diego Union Tribune newpaper (!).  They hire actors and activists starting at $25 to $30 per hour.  A newspaper!  A Left-wing newspaper.  Does that surprise you?

Other such firms are "Crowds for Rent" and "Rent a Crowd."  I'm sure there are others, but we now know the truth.

This tells us all we need to know.  All those anti-Musk and anti-Tesla and anti-Trump demonstrators parading around as if they actually believe what they're spouting.  We needed to know this.  All Americans need to know this.  Why aren't we being informed?

And you can easily tell which protests are organic or pre-organized, I learned.  The organic gatherings usually trickle in and trickle out.  The paid-for groups will all arive at exactly 12:00 Noon or whatever, and then disperse immediately following their gig.  They're paid by the hour, after all.

And oh yeah, I also learned who pays for this sham.  "MoveOn.org and "Action Network" are the two main purchasers.  And one George Soros* is behind both.  The Democrats' own $Billionaire opens his wallet and buys these protests.  He's worth some $30 $Billion and has donated more than $400 Million to their efforts.  So far.

Wouldn't it be nice if our vaunted "Legacy Media" had made a point of informing you of this?  Not some dude with a laptop, like me, but an actual journalist?  Somebody paid to look underneath the hood and fill you in on the truth?  

Near as I can tell, more than 2,000 people were paid to influence your opinion on Saturday.  To influence your thinking against Musk and Tesla and Trump.  Without you knowing it was all bogus.  And who paid them to do so.  

I just threw up in my mouth... 

*    You can thank Soros for bankrolling all the Left-wing D.A.'s in all the biggest and bluest cities.  They're the ones who keep letting criminals out of jail on no-cash bail.  So they can go forth and reoffend.  The revolving door of Democrat crime prevention. 

 

Hair-on-Fire, and Tesla's Too!

I was blessed with a pretty good memory.  Or perhaps cursed, given the events of the past four years.  

Actually, I've been accused of reminding elephants, but that's another story.

To the point, I recall that the aftermath of the 2020 Election was contentious.  Contested.  A lot of yelling and screaming and cursing.  But then, after all that, the Republicans went on home, licked their wounds, and dedicated themselves to fighting another day.  No yelling and screaming, no torches and pitchforks, no violence at all.

And you'll notice, they did a mighty fine job.  Having just captured the White House, the Senate and the House of Representatives.

And boy, are the Democrats pissed!

So pissed, in fact, they just don't know what to do with themselves.  Some of their "leaders" have gathered themselves on street corners and screamed expletives at the top of their lungs!  The "F Word" has become their favorite.  Cursing and yelling and generally making fools of themselves.  They are in the preverbial wilderness now, with only 27% of the Electorate having a favorable opinion of them.  

The lowest in recorded history, BTW.

But others have begun using violence to express their outrage.  Primarily against the properties of Elon Musk, our appointed Advisor to "DOGE."  That's the Department of Governmental Efficiency."  He's donating his time in an effort to remove "waste, fraud and abuse" from our Federal Government.  A worthy task since the U. S. of A. has never been audited in its entire 250 year history.

Did you know that the Department of Defense has failed 7 audits in a row?  With $Billions unaccounted for?  Yeah.

So Musk and his Team of overachievers has so far saved us, you and me, the Taxpayers, some $130,000,000,000.  That's with a "B."  And he expects to save us a $Trillion Dollars.  They've accomplished that astounding feat in only a bit over two months.  Just half trying.  

Example:  More than $130 Million Dollars in loans were given to 11 year-olds and under during the Pandemic.  Wouldn't you like to know who got them?  And try and claw back that thievery?  So would I.

But it appears Democrats don't.  They're furious at Musk's Team for trying to make sure our taxes are spent wisely.  They're so mad they're burning Teslas.  Their own, and the property of others.  Even blowing them up with homemade pipe bombs.  One corpulent bozo even drove his groaning scooter into Teslas.  Repeatedly.  They're engaging in "Domestic Terrorism" in an effort to show Musk how pissed they are.  And maybe force him to go back to Starbase.  The same far-Left "Progressives" who bought their cars from him in an effort to "fix" Global Warming.  

But their efforts prove that their climate activism was a sham by burning the electric cars that were supposed to help.  Senator Kelly (D-AZ), as an example, traded in his Tesla for a Chevy Tahoe.  Big, ungainly gas-guzzler.  Kelly sure did show Musk a thing or two!

So we've got the elites stamping their little Gucci-clad feet while egging on the even weaker minded Leftist drones to go out and commit terrorism.  Pam Bondi, our Attorney General, says she'll throw the book at those she catches.  I sure hope so.

BTW, they'll get 5 to 20 in the Gray Bar Hotel.  No bargaining.  I hope burning a Tesla was worth it.

But in the meantime, I find it personally ironic, and amusing, and a bit shocking that we're now watching Tesla owners key each other's cars.  I wonder how long it will take before these mental defectives win another election?

(P.S.  Sorry for the extended absense.  A nagging ulcer kicked my ass.)      

When Did We Stop Punishing Criminals?

Back when I was a kid if you did something wrong, they threw the book at you.  So you wouldn't do it again.

And we didn't.

Now?  It seems that, "Don't you do that again!," is used over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again (throw in a few more "overs"), until the threat has no teeth.  No perpetrator believes them anymore.  And that's why the average, AVERAGE number of criminal arrests in our 50 largest cities, before a criminal actually goes to prison, is 34.  

34!

And some are as many as 50!  I write about this because a news story caught my attention.  It seems that Darez Diggs, Buffalo Bills running back Stefon Diggs' brother, was arrested for burglary, assault and robbery in Los Angeles last year.  He and two accomplices followed a jeweler into an elevator, roughed him up, kicked him in the head, and stole more than $100,000 of his jewelry.  Diggs held the elevator for the thieves and then fenced the jewelry, the victim's lawsuit claims.  And Diggs pled guilty to avoid trial, copping to only to petty theft.  

PETTY THEFT?  

So, instead of getting 5 to 8 years for his part in this crime, Diggs was given two years of probation, ordered to serve 20 hours of community service, and fined $1,000.

WHA.....?

I gotta' tell you, after a pretty rocky youth, what with hustling pool in dirty dive bars all over the Country, I straightened out pretty good and became one of those "productive citizens" you read about.  But now I'm wondering why?  Why should anyone stay on the straight and narrow when a.), the chances of getting caught are so remote; and b.), even if they catch you you're out by dark and you get some stupid probation?  As in, don't do that again...

Here's the problem; we have 1,998,443 prison and jail cells in all of America.  And at any one time we have as many as 4,600,000 criminals.  That we don't have a place to put.  So we give them a bond and send them back out into the world.  So that many can commit some more of the same crimes.  They are screwing us, The Public.  And they don't even give a sh*t.

There was a particularly productive car thief last year who stole a car in West Covina at 2:15 a.m.  He was arrested by 5:00 a.m., booked into jail, fingerprinted and released.  He stole another car at 1:20 p.m. and was subsequently arrested, booked and released on a separate bond.  And while the cops were still filling out the booking papers from his earlier two car thefts, he stole yet a third at 9:49 p.m.  From the police parking lot.  He was arrested at 12:40 a.m. the next morning and booked into jail.  This time they decided to keep him.

So one would logically think that so long as they keep on releasing perpetrators this law-breaking will continue.

Well DUH!

In case anyone with a hint of common sense might just be reading this, how about putting Bad Guys into jail and leaving them there?  Hello?  Anyone there?

We move to the cities for convenience and jobs and a better life.  We do so expecting we'll be kept safe in exchange for the outrageous taxation those cities impose upon us.  But when we're forced to swim through a sea of sharks, I'm thinking a return to hunting/gathering might be in order.

It's BigFEET!

I was just wondering whether Bigfoot(feet) get together every now and again.

You know, like a convention of Bigfeet.  And I hereafter name them that.  Bigfeet, that is.  If there's more than one, it's "Bigfeet."  I proclaim it to be so.  And forevermore.

Yes, Fellow Patriots, I still have a few questions I'd like answered before I take the "Celestial Discharge."  Like who built the pyramids?  And when are those folks gonna' find the Oak Island treasure?  And why do Lefties try so hard to disarm our citizens?

Existential questions, like those.

Us older folks tend to do a lot of thinking.  And since there's a whole bunch of Bigfeet sightings every year, there must be Bigfeet.  Not many, but some.

And it seems they sure do leave a lot of footprints.

In fact, a Dr. Jeff Meldrum of the University of Utah, its specialist in bi-pedal movement, has plaster casts of more than 300 'Feetprints in his lab.  Sent to him from all over 'Murica.  He suggests there may be 2,500 of them roaming around.  Maybe even twice that many, he says.  Located mainly in the Pacific Northwest and around Ohio, and in the High Sierra, and in Florida swamps.  But there's been sightings in every state.

No real way of knowing how many, Meldrum says, but enough to sustain a population.  And that's the key; there has to be enough of them to permit repopulation.  A Bigfeet Ball, maybe?  Pot Luck Wednesday, down by that big upside down tree?  A dating app?  

Which brings me back to my original question:  Are there Bigfeet conventions?  If so, maybe we should be launching drones around likely sites until we scare one up.  And then take oodles of pictures of it so we can finally resolve the issue.  

I have rejected a suggestion from one of my readers.  He wanted us to sprinkle needles filled with meth throughout the forests.  Then they'd then get hooked and have to come to us for a fix...

But do not shoot one.  Believe it or not, 8 of our states have "Bigfoot Protection Orders" on file.  Near murder, it is, if you gun one down.  And you don't want to be the first one to test the legality.

Imagine the trial.  It sure would be entertaining, though.

I hear the chuckling out there.  Some of you doubt that Bigfeet exist.  And why, I ask?  Our Family Tree includes at least 13 other hominids competing at one time with us for dominance.  We won, they lost.  But among the last to lose were beasts called the "Denisovans."  We've only discovered a couple of humungous teeth, and a finger bone, and a thigh bone, but they were enough to declare it a separate "branch" of our family tree.  And oh, BTW, it was 10 feet tall and weighed in at 1,200 pounds.

Did it "run for the hills" to escape us Homo Sapiens Sapiens?  Did it hide in the forests of uninhabited areas to escape our rampage (we "survivors" killed every competitor for our food, our women and our territory)?  Did the Denisovans make a living above the tree line and only come down every now and again for a spare cow or two?  

I presume I'll find out the answer once I pass.  I'm betting us "good folk" will have informational privileges in Heaven's Library.  And somebody, er, soul will enlighten me once I get there.  But I'd sure like to find out before I go.

On the way out the Digital Door, I heard they used to live in California.  But they saw the light and left... 

You See How That Works?

It was mere moments after taking the helm that our 47th President began spewing forth Executive Orders.  

Dozens of them.  So many the "Legacy Media" were overwhelmed.  They couldn't keep up.  By design.

And in addition to a bevy of E.O.'s, Trump also began firing off insults and accusations and demands and wishes and requirements with his mouth.  Like, insulting Canada's P.M. by calling him our 51st State governor.  And suggesting, strongly, that Canada would be far better off being one of our states.  

It would have lower taxes, Trump said.  And lower costs for energy.  And better defense, and a whole lot of other stuff.  Pissing off Trudeau and embarrassing him in front of the world.  Throwing him off kilter before the negotiations even began.  

Trump explained to Trudeau, and the world, all the ways Canada has been screwing us, the U. S. Taxpayer.  To the tune of more than $200 Billion Dollars a Year.  Trump had taken the measure of the man and proceeded to go for the figurative jugular.  Remember, Canada taxes the crap out of us on bourbon, and cars, and lumber, and milk, and paper, and grain, and so many other commodities.

We can't even sell milk across the border to Canada, fergoddsake!  They won't let us!  

He did the same to Meheeeeko.  Demanding they stop their cartels or we would.  Stop permitting Fentanyl from crossing the River, Trump demanded.  And illegal aliens.  Trump threatened 25 - 50% tariffs on cars and tequila and fruit and a bunch of other stuff, in an effort to equalize the cross-border taxation between them and us. 

Annual income from tariffs currently favors Meheeeeko to the tune of more than $288 Billion Dollars a Year.    

He did the same to the European Union, issuing 200% tariffs on Champagne and wine and cars and a bunch of other stuff.  Which could benefit our wineries and distilleries greatly.  BMW just issued a statement telling the world they'll be moving the production of U. S.-bound cars to the U. S.  Another victory.  A victory the "Legacy Media" won't tell you about.

You see how that works?

Except we wouldn't introduce those tariffs if Europe and Canada and Meheeeko would lower theirs.  To our rates.  Reciprocal.  Or none at all.  Same for both parties.       

Trump also demanded an end to the Russia - Ukraine War.  Something our previous "occupant" of the Oval Office never did.  Or even tried to do.  Of course, it might have helped if Mr. Biden had come to work...

He first had to determine if Putin wanted peace, he said.  Preliminary negotiations said he did (whether he did or not).  He then called upon Ukraine to see if they also wished a cessation to hostilities.  After a childish blow-up in the White House, Zelenskyy said he did.  Bi-lateral peace talks may now take place.  With the U. S. as the mediator.  The Honest Broker.  Something we couldn't have been if we'd appeared to be on Ukraine's side from the outset. 

You see how that works?

Just think:  We've given Ukraine more than $125 Billion Dollars so it can fight Russia.  As our proxy.  And more than 100,000 soldiers have died in the process.  Wouldn't it be better to stop the killing?  Trump thinks so.  And only Trump can get them both to the table.  

You see how that works? 

We're watching those peace talks begin to unfold.  Zelenskyy finally said "yes."  Putin's said a "qualified "yes."  Those qualifications need to be addressed and worked out.  Else, Russia will be declared the impediment to peace, an international pariah.  And the U. S., and its allies, will unleash every tariff and tax and all the economic warfare on them available to us.  Including forcing our allies to cease the purchasing of Russian oil.  And making ours available for purchase.  Which we can do.  And which would bring them to their knees.  And to the negotiating table, within weeks.

You see how that works?

Oh yeah, and he threatened to invade Greenland and take back the Panama Canal.  We don't really need to invade Greenland.  And he doesn't want to invade Greenland.  We just need to take defensive control of it.  In response, it just called a snap election and their version of our Republicans were elected.  I predict our troops will have that defensive control of Greenland without having to annex it.  And our doing so would be much cheaper.  

And "invading" the Panama Canal won't prove necessary, either.  Blackrock Corp. is now in the process of buying the port controls from the two companies that own both its Pacific and the Atlantic ends (both members of the CCP).  Which Panama sold as a result of Trump bluster.  So the U. S. will have "control" of the Canal, but without having to buy it.  Or invade it.

You see how that works?  

It astounds me that so few of the folks I speak with on a daily basis fail to understand that Trump's bluster is nothing but a negotiating tactic.  You ask for far more than you expect to receive.  You ask for the moon, then go from there.  Or even demand the moon if you've got the advantage, and the other side capitulates for someting less than the moon.  But far more than they would have given had each side started at the 50 yard-line.  Carrots and sticks.  Teddy Roosevelt knew it.  Donald J. Trump knows it.  And he's putting it on display.  

You see how that works?

A lawyer friend of mine taught me years ago that a successful deal is one where both sides are mildly unhappy.  Where neither side feels like they got all they wanted.  Where both sides are allowed to take away a "victory," even if it's only pyrrhic.

For those of you who've been trained to hate Trump, to detest the ground upon which he walks; who cannot stand the sound of his voice,* who wish he'd be hit by a comet, just take this one piece of advice from your hoary old friend, The Chuckmeister:

Stop listening to him.  Stop watching the negotiating process.  Stop following his every word.  Turn off the Telly, get some "Books on Tape," buy a fishing pole and head to the lake.  Check back in in 6 months to see how things are going.  I'm betting EGBOK.  That means, 

"Everything's Gonna' Be Okay."  

*     I confess, neither can I.

On Predicting the Future.

If I could go back in time and predict the future, I wouldn't have done anything as lame as asking for winning Lotto numbers.  

Nope, I'd have conjured up something mucho more exciting.  And enjoyable to watch.  In fact, the only time in my life I've wished to be able to predict the future was back in 2020 - 21...

That was when the Powers That Be decided to shut down our Gubmint.  And all the bidnezzes.  And all the churches.  Because you just might contract the evil Chinese Wuhan Coronavirus.*  Or give it to somebody else.

But they left liquor stores and casinos open.  For some strange reason...

Everyone was required to go home, shut and lock the doors behind them, close all the windows, pull down the shades, and wait for somebody to rescue you.  No going out unless an absolute necessity.  Like just before you starve to death.

Two things happened as a result of that Guburnmental Proclamation.  Number One:  Uber had previously been fighting with Yellow Cab, trying to snake riders from them at the local airports.  COVID-19 helped them find an exit from that dummmass strategy as they morphed into "Uber-Eats."  They would now happily bring you a $10.00 hamburger and fries for only $25.00.  

I wish I'd been able to predict that little transformation.  I'd have bought a sh*t load of Uber stock and never had to work again.

Number Two:  I'd have shorted Gillette.  I'd have bet its stock would tank.  Because everybody was sent home and didn't have to go back to the office.  So they could sit in front of their computer in their jammies.  Eating bon bons.  And drinking Pabst Blue Ribbon.  While watching Jerry Springer reruns.  

And not having to go to the office for our menfolk meant they didn't have to look presentable.  No more need to shave.  That terrible, awful, nasty process we must undergo.  So the growing of beards became a thing.  For the first time since the 19th Century.** 

(Was there a pandemic back then?) 

No shaving meant Gillette's sales would drop.  And so would their stock.  No more shaving meant no more buying razor blades.  So Shorting Gillette would mean I'd be making a windfall for every time their stock took a hit.  I'd have been jumping up and down with glee. 

Just look at the next guy with a beard you see and know deep down, that guy is lame.  He's lazy.  He's too uncaring about his appearance to actually want to shave his face.***  Don't trust your daughters or your money with these bozos.  

So going back in time a bit, and being able to predict the future, would have meant I'd be making a fortune on Uber going up, and making another fortune as Gillette was going down.  I wouldn't have needed winning Lotto numbers to join the ranks of those who don't pay their "fair share."   

*      BTW, Florida gave the Feds the finger by refusing to close down.  Instead, it stayed open and flourished.  Because Freedom-Loving 'Muricans moved there in droves.  NOTE to Blue States:  You can keep on shedding population by continuing with your idiotic policies and procedures...

**     NOTE:  I had a Zapata moustache for 27 years.  It looked great, but only because I spent about 30 minutes every morning trimming it and styling it and plucking little hairs from where they didn't belong.  It was a lot of work.  A LOT of work!  An accident with an errant razor while under the influence of something or other one day resulted in a chunk being cut off.  So I was forced to mow the rest.  And that, as they say, was that.   

***   Except for wannabe' lumberjacks.  And observant Jews.  And Hindu holy-types.  And J. D. Vance, our current V.P.  He grew a beard to try and look old enough to buy alcohol...

At Any Given Moment...

At any given moment up to 3% of our population is preparing to commit a crime, is in the process of committing a crime, or has just committed a crime.  And you could be the victim.

Please engrave that truism on the inside of your forehead.  So you can't avoid seeing it.  And so you can prepare to defend yourself at any given moment.

Oh, BTW, that particular bit of information comes to you from the National Association of Psychologists.  Just so you know.

And about 3% of our population is hired, trained, fielded, managed and paid to try and prevent them from committing those crimes.  And then arresting them if they're caught in the process of committing crimes.  And hunting them down if the cops have a "reasonable articulable suspicion" that a crime has been committed.  

And after all of that, another 3% or so of our population is engaged in the Court System.  The sheriffs, and the baliffs, and the judges, and the stenographers, and the jailers, and the lawyers.  The tons and tons and tons of lawyers, all engaged in arraigning, charging, prosecuting and defending those accused of crimes.  

And then, if necessary, which it almost always is, carting them off for a spell at the local Gray Bar Hotel.

The only exception to this rule is in our 558 so-called "Sanctuary States and Cities and Counties and Towns."  Places where their elected leaders have chosen to disregard the law.  To simply give our Federal Law the finger.  

Just enforcing some of the laws while ignoring others.  While still happily collecting the $Billions of Dollars in State Aid from the 51 Federal Agencies charged with distributing it.*

What America needs, and what America might now have, is an Executive who enforces the law.  All of the laws.  Not just the ones he/she/it prefers.  That's the way it's been for the last 4 years.  Liberal politics have infested Washington, D.C. like a bad case of the clap.  It will take a lot to "cure" it.  A lot of blood letting, both figurative and perhaps actual, before this Major Problem is solved.

Think about this: were we to begin enforcing our laws, and start locking up the criminals, early on before they've racked up 30 or 40 or 50 prior arrests.  We could then save a Big Chunk of that 9% of our Gross Domestic Product we're forced to spend defending ourselves from the Bad Guys.  

What do you think?

*   Let's see if that gravy train continues now that The Donald's running things.  I'm thinking some of those sanctuaries might dry up if the money does...

12 Out of the Last 16 Years.

If we look at this whole deal from 30,000 feet it's mucho easier to figure out.

While the Democrats were answering the call of the Far Left, and crafting their rancid policies accordingly, the regular folks out in the Hinterland were gagging over "Identity Politics." And "Diversity, Equity and Inclusion." And "Critical Race Theory."  And the gigantic mess that these Leftist creations are leaving behind.

I sense that much of the half of America without political power over the past four years has been cowered into submission by those who've had it.  And were wielding it like a sword.  

It seems that the cacophonous beatdown coming from the Hard Left has served to force more Conservative citizens into silence.  Where the Democrats have been vocal in their support for boys in girls' rest rooms; and releasing hardened criminals on no-cash bails; and failing to denouce the stratospheric crime rate that followed; and demanding (and applauding!) the acceptance of transgenderism and other outlandish lifestyles; and skyrocketing inflation from overspending; and the public mistreatment of Jews; and the welcome mat thrown out to illegal immigrants.  From 152 countries, so far.  Millions and millions of them.  And the more Conservative in the population, even amongst Democrats, were required to accept it.  Or face a public trouncing.  And sometimes face verbal assault, and sometimes even battery.    

We didn't.  We just stopped talking.  We kept our mouths shut while the Lefties were screaming.  They hijacked our Government.  And their acolytes hijacked the "Corporate Media," late night TV, the Unions, Hollywood, Wall Street CEO's, and 95% of our elite colleges and universities.  

Like the non-NAZI's in 1930's Germany, it seems (fewer than 30% of Germans were affiliated with the Nazi Party).  And since I was stationed there, just 20 years after the Big War, I had an opportunity to talk with many of them.  And learn just how they were conscripted against their will into unwilling acceptance. 

I'd like to remind those of my readers who never learned or have forgotten, our Government has been run (down) for 12 of the last 16 years.  During those 12 years the Democrats did their best to remake America into a socialist paradise.  And screwed us regular Americans in the process.  

Mentally, sometimes physically, and always economically and politically.  

The guy who started to "fix" it was co-opted in his previous "45" efforts 4 years ago by "Russia, Russia, Russia," and the "Muller Report." And the infamous "Laptop From Hell." And a phone call to Ukraine, resulting in one of his two impeachments.

The Democrats were either impeaching him, were preparing to impeach him, or had just finished trying to impeach him.

All efforts unsuccessful.

It's hard to fix something when you're saddled with an unwilling partner with whom you must work who does everything in its power to stop you.  This time "47" has all three branches of Government.  And he doesn't have to prepare to run for another term, "unleashing" him from political incumberances.  

That's why he's operating at flank speed to fix America.  And running roughshod over an impotent bunch of feckless fools who occupy the other half of our Legislature.  Their antics continue to both mystify and bring discredit upon their Party.  And by extension, their voters.  And us, the U.S.  Proven recently by their scandalous actions during a Joint Presentation to Congress last Tuesday evening.  And if they continue with their recalcitrance, they will lose Big Time in the next Election.  Especially if Trump continues to keep the promises he made on the campaign trail.  

This warning will not be heeded, of course.  The Democrats aren't smart enough.  They hate The Donald so much they'll burn down their own houses just to spite him.  No, my advice won't be embraced.  But I had to get it out of my craw, nonetheless...     

Democrats Hate Women!!!

Every single Democrat senator voted against the interests and the safety of American women and girls on Monday!  

Including their female senators!  That's like Israeli hostages voting for a continuation of the Gaza war!

They voted in lockstep, all 45 of them!  Against "The Protection of Women and Girls in Sports Act of 2025."  It would have modified an Act passed back in 1972 which established protections of our fairer sex in sporting activities.  This new Act, which our Democrat senators voted against, all of them, would have prevented transgender men from competing against women and girls.  Women and girls who've either been hurt by such men, or well could be.  

As the father of 4 women, who all competed in high school and college sports, I cannot possibly fathom what could have so hippppmotizzzed these bozos into such a self- and female-destructive action.  

Except, perhaps, their hatred of one Prez. Donald J. Trump.  

For those of you who don't know, there are "two kinds of people" in this country.  There are those who either love Trump, or suffer him enough to vote for him because they love his policies.  

And there are those who absolutely loathe him.  They detest him with every fiber of their being.  They hate the ground he walks on.  They would like to kill him, then revive him, reanimate the bastard, so they can kill him again.  And so they would vote against their own best interests* just to spite him.

And half of America.  The female half.

They know he's for it, so they must be against it.  The same cockeyed thinking that makes them have to applaud continued wasteful, fraudulent and abuse-laden Government expenditures because Trump's trying to end it.   

They tried their best to bankrupt him.  They tried to put him in jail for the rest of his life using trumped-up (!) charges.  They illegally colluded with 3 state D.A.'s to do so.  They kept him off the campaign trail for six weeks trying to beat him.  They weaponsized the Federal Bureau of Investigation to try and put him under a jail cell.  They did their best to ruin him.  With extreme prejudice.  But he was simply unkillable.  He took everything they threw at him and grew stronger.  He even survived assasination attempts!  The American People view him as their Knight in Shining Armor.  Their Sir Gallahad.  Their David set off to battle the Giant.    

And the Giant, in this case, is every single Democrat senator.**  They should be ashamed of themselves.  If they had any shame, that is...

I always thought that Democrat politicians as a class were nice folks, just misguided.  Grew up in the wrong place so they harbor beliefs out of step with mainstream America, perhaps.  Now I'm thinking they're not such nice folks.  Now I'm thinking they just may just be a bunch of nasty, self-dealing, greedy pervaricating fools, fueled by incessant animus, looking under every rock for retribution against that guy who keeps showing up to ruin their p(P)arty.  If so, they should pack their bags.  They're not gonna' make it past the next election...

*        79% of all Americans believe that transgenders should be kept out of womens' and girls' sports.  And out of their restrooms.  And their lockerrooms.  And showers.  And they believe that those who voted against these beliefs should be run out of office.  As they were last November 5th.  And as they will be if they continue making bone-headed votes like this one...

**      The Democrat senators who deigned to present themselves at Trump's speech last night to the members of Congress was a sh*t show.  Of the first magnitude.  Trump layed out his vision for his Presidency, and the Democrats showed him a thing of two by sitting on their manicured hands.  For everything.  And showing little paddle fans like 5th graders.  A little kid's recovering from brain cancer and a hostage returning from Russia and the capture of the terrorist who killed our 13 soldiers in Afghanistan...were not enough to get these sedentary old goofballs off their seats.  Even CNN's own post-speech poll showed 69% of Americans found it to be uplifting.  Yeah, I guess they really showed Trump a thing or two!  

Free Will.

Now, I'd like to start with the fact that I have a 10 year perfect attendance pin from Sunday School.

And I've read the Bible twice.  Or, rather sort of read it, as a whole bunch of it's just down right unintelligible.  Lots of begatting in Genesis, plus some wars and angels fighting angels and Moses doing his thing and such.  But I read it anyway.  And my understanding of the Old Testament for those of you who care goes something like this:

God created everything in less than a week, and boy, was He tired!  He then took Sunday off.  Saturday off, if you're Jewish.  After that, there was that Adam and Eve thing, the interference of the Watchers, nephilim and seriphim, giants eating humans, etc.  Sort of rich with unintended consequences.

So God appoints Noah to build an ark and he gets to work.  God brings on The Flood (with a capital "F"), it rains for 40 days and 40 nights.  And you know the rest.  Everyone but Noah and his crew are erased.  Or, perhaps everyone in Noah's neck of the woods is erased.  

Perhaps it was "only" that little piece of dirt separating Europe from Asia Minor called the Bosporus Strait.  Enabling the Mediteranean Sea to pour into the Black Sea.  At the rate of 100 Niagara Falls a day.  Drowning everything in sight.

Either or.  You decide. 

But then God thought He might have overreacted a tad.  It seems He had brought forth The Flood because he'd sent his Watchers down here to manage the Earth.  And the Watchers got all up and personal with human women, which they found desirable (so do I!).  Which resulted in the birth of a whole bunch of Nephalim.  These were hybrid giants who were good at being blacksmiths, and making weapons, and building big stone structures.  Like all those stone temples in Italy and Greece and Turkey.  Like the Parthenon and the Temple of Balbek.  But when they started eating humans, God said that was enough.  So he flooded the Earth to eliminate them. 

That was the reason.  Didn't know that, didja? 

He thereafter stopped micromanaging and gave us Free Will to go and do as we wished.  Good or bad.  Our choice.  He was going to then observe from a distance and let the chips fall where they may.  After all, it's tough to start populating the Earth (or a small chunk of the Earth) all over again.  But the Bible tells us He did.

He said go out there and make babies.  And they did.

So now, with Free Will, we get to do well and make God pleased, or screw up and make God mad.*  And you DO NOT want that!  At least I don't.  And I'm coming around the Club House turn, so to speak, with the Finish Line in sight, so to speak, so I'm being Extra Careful how I conduct myself.  As I'm about to get my just reward.

Or so the Bible says.

So the next time anyone asks why God permits a bus full of little children to go off a cliff, or folks in a plane to get their lives cut short, you won't have to ask, "Why does God permit that to happen?"  

Because now you'll know.

*    Assuming you believe in God.    

Peace and Tranquility...

Half of Americans had yet to be born when peace and tranquility reigned supreme in our land.

That was before the cell phone and the Internet were invented.

Oh yeah, and "Progressivism" had not, like the camel, gotten its nausiating nose under our collective tent.

Did you know that Facebook was incorporated in 2004?  Making it to the Party somewhat earlier than Twitter, which arrived in 2006?  Google?  1998.  It was among the earliest to jump on the Internet bandwagon.  Which didn't become available to us, the 'Murican people, until about 1983.     

Facebook and Twitter (now "X") were the earliest "disrupters."  The earliest to scream for us to give them our time.  Demanding that we turn them on and stare at them for 18 hours a day.  And fall into water fountains and off curbs and into trees while our faces are planted firmly on their malignant screens.  Providing the perfect platform for us to send pictures of our lunches and our cats to our friends and neighbors.  

Oh yeah, and surf porn sites while at work.

It was a time before video games.  Before "World of Warcraft."  Before our kids could avoid quiet study in their rooms at night by figutatively stealing cars alongside "Gone in 60 Seconds."

This was a time, 1984, 40+ years ago, before half of America was born.  I had the first car phone in Orange County, Taxifornia in 1984.  Hard wired into my Supra.  I could make calls at my peril, as the cost was a whopping $1.25 a minute.  Back when $1.25 would get you a Big Mac.  People learned to talk like a Telegram so as to save money.  "Everything went great, I'll get Suzie, be home by 7, luv you."  Click...

This was a time back when we owned our time.  We had yet to embrace the  "digital life" by then.  We talked with one another, and discussed the day's issues, and planned for the future.  We all got together around the table for dinner each day.  Now?  Everyone lives in their phones.

I recall writing several years ago that "social media" would be the death of America.  Or at least American values.  Now we have a platform 140 million of our citizens go to daily.  It's called TikTok.  And it's owned by the Chinese Communist Party.  Who won't let Chinese children use it.  

TikTok was designed to corrupt our kids.  We know that.  They become bulimic or anorexic due to body conciousness.  Racism is promoted openly.  Abortion is normalized.  And promoted by this media platform.  It is corrosive.  So disruptive is TikTok that it must be shut down if not sold to an American company by sometime this month.  We'll see if that actually happens.  There's an open offer on the table of $1.6 Billion Dollars.  With a "B."  I have the feeling there's a lot more money on the line than that, and a lot of politicians on the payroll.  

Could be a fistfight on Capitol Hill. 

If I had young kids there's no way I'd allow them to have anything more than a phone without Internet capability.  They can call if in trouble.  Otherwise, they must be protected from all that our social media portends... 

The .44 Magnum.

Even though the Model 29 Smith & Wesson .44 Magnum (the "Dirty Harry" revolver) was officially released in 1957, their production was so slow that I saw my first one only in 1963.  And the circumstances surrounding that event are worth retelling.

You may know that I was a gunsmith, starting my training at the age of 13.  So by the time I was 18 I was a seasoned hunter and target shooter and collector.  I was at a shooting range one day competing in the NRA's 1,000 yard, 1903-A3 .30-'06, Springfield, Ohio, Open Sight Nationals.  That's where you take an old WW1 battle rifle and, using only open, "iron" sights (no scopes), you shoot at a man-sized target 1,000 yards away.  That's three-fifths of a mile!  And yes, we actually hit it every now and again.

But this day was different.  That day while I was competing there was a conversation a few yards away.  One that I couldn't help overhearing.  It turns out a fellow down the line had just been presented with a Model 29 S&W.  The biggest and baddest and heaviest weapon one could carry.  3 and 1/2 pounds of man-sized revolver.  If you ran out of bullets you beat the guy to death.  I'd never even seen one so I was distracted a bit.  In fact, I removed my ear coverings so as to catch the conversation between the two men.  

The recipient of this wonderful present ($1,000, 60 years ago!) wasn't an experienced shooter, he said.  His friend was trying to explain to him what he'd been given.  While the guy was loading it up with .44 Magnum rounds.  Bringing the weight of this monster to a full 4 pounds.  And just like that, he aimed it at a target.  While holding the revolver with both hands, only about a foot in front of his eyes.  As in, up close and really personal.  As opposed to held out arm-straight, with all body parts tensed up real good.  

And for many, eyes closed, head turned and flinched up real good.

While I was computing all of this, I finally realized this guy was about to screw up badly.  He was about to fire off this cannon within a foot of his kisser. 

I started to yell, "Don't Pull That Trigger!," I got out "Don't..." as he pulled the trigger.   

Uh Oh!  

I should start by saying the .44 Mag was the most powerful handgun available anywhere at the time.  It shot a 245-grain lead bullet at about 1,400 feet per second.  Look at your middle finger back two wrinkles, and you'll get an idea of the size of the round.  And as with Newton's Third Law, the recoil from this brute is a bitch!  As that heavy bullet leaves the barrel, the gun simultaneously punishes the owner with a tremendous kick.  

Held properly, as in at the end of an outstretched arm, it will kick your hand upon firing more than a foot and a half into the air, and twist your hand counter-clockwise a full 60 degrees.  It was a joke back then that it was better to be in front of one of these than behind it.  While trying to aim and shoot.  Most sort of aimed and then closed their eyes.  In short, it is a most unpleasant gun to shoot.  Nor is it pleasant to be on the receiving end.  Put simply, it will shoot completely through a car.  Even hiding behind a car's engine block does not guarantee one safety.  

It will also bruise your hand before you can fire its 6-rounds.    

In this instance, the revolver fired, assaulting the new owner with its ferocious kick.  A kick which smacked him right between the eyes.  Burying its steel notch rear sight deep into his forehead.  Right between the eyes, breaking his nose and splitting his upper lip.  Resulting in his legs kicking forward, and his body reeling backwards.  Knocking him clean out.  

For a split-second his entire body was airborne.  And then he fell with a "Whump!"

I stopped shooting and ran to his aid.  He was knocked out cold.  His forehead was an awful shade of reddish purple by the time I arrived.  He had rivulets of blood running down each side of his nose.  Which by then had swollen to about double in size and turned a bright shade of blue.  His eyes were swollen shut as well.  He was really messed up. 

There was a medical team on site and they tended to his injuries.  After a minute or so he came to, and was aided in standing.  By then his face was blown up to about twice it's normal size.  He was led to the ambulance and taken away.  I never learned what became of him, but I really should have followed him to the hospital.  I'll bet I could have bought that gun on the cheap... 

Who, Exactly, do They Work For?

The U. S. Gubmint leases more than 14,000 buildings.

(!)  

The New Administration just provided lessors of its intent to break 7,500 of those leases.

That's because, according to that same Gubmint, only 7% of that office space is currently occupied.  Empty.  Vacant.  Silent.  Nobody home.

Most of the 93% "working" remotely have done so since the Chinese Wuhan Coronavirus Outbreak occured.  That was 4 years ago.  One wonders how many of those 2,700,000 employees toiling away at home are still working?  Or being supervised?  Or even still alive?

Maybe they're watching Jerry Spring reruns, while eating bon bons and sucking back Pabst Blue Ribbon.  And stroking a key every now and again to try and fool the algorythm.  

That's exactly what the New Administation has been asking.  Where are all those nice folks who were sent home a few years ago.  By an Administration that apparently didn't give a sh*t about getting a $Dollars' worth of work out of the Taxpayers' employees for a $Dollars' worth of pay.  

And then nobody bothered to ask them to return.  Back to the office.  Nobody overseeing their acitivities.  Their output.  Their contribution to the Organization.  That would be Us.  The U.S.  Seems to me there's a whole lot of Chiefs in D.C., and a whole lot of Indians, but dammm few Braves to make sure the trains run on time.

Those nearly 3 Million Federal Employees make (earn?) an average salary of $106,000 a Year.  Did you know that?  Don't know about you, but I'm wondering just how many of these "remote" workers have at least one other job?  Wouldn't you like to know that also?  

After all, it's your Tax Money!

Yet again, the outcry from these Federal Workers has been cacophanous!  They've been crying their eyes out on the Clinton News Network and what's left of MSPMS.  Too think!  "I'm being asked to spend a minute providing 5 bullet points of what I did last week!  Five!  By a miserable billionaire!  And then send them back by email!  Or get fired!  That's insulting!  I have a Master's Degree from Columbia!  Who do they think they are?"  

I'm guessing none of these nice folks has ever had a private sector job.  Where you have to justify your contribution to the organization Every Single Day.  Justify your very existence or get shown the door.  You get fired.  Canned.  Dumped.  Excised.  Culled from the herd.  Removed from the scene.  

With extreme prejudice.

I must admit, I've been fired a couple of times.  Because I wasn't performing.  But it steeled my spine.  And forced me to become so valuable to my employers that they fought to keep me.  And I learned enough to venture out on my own.  And made a success of it.  Seems to me a rather large number of those "Swamp Dwellers" could use a good firing.  Or maybe just cushion the blow by one of those "Reduction in Force" memos.  

Just imagine if we were operating on a Balanced Budget.  And where everyone hired must be justified or not happen.  And every Department and Secretariat operating on Zero-Based Budgeting.  Every year you start back at zero and they have to justify every expense they seek.  No more of that last year's budget plus an automatic 17% bump for "inflation."

You should know that our Gubmint rakes in about $4.6 TRILLION DOLLARS every year from income taxes.  An all-time record, BTW.  Yet, it spends more than $1.5 TRILLION DOLLARS more than that!  That's why we're nearly $37 TRILLION DOLLARS in debt! 

When Elon Musk (over)paid $44,000,000,000 for Twitter, he immediately fired 80% of its staff.  And you'll notice "X," the old Twitter, is humming along quite nicely.  I doubt such draconian cuts would prove necessary in D.C.  But I'm betting we could get along without at least 25% of the Federal Gubmint's workforce.  After all, they're not coming to work anyway!  

Oh yeah, and free them from the burden of having to reply to their Boss...

Here's a question on my way out the Digital Door, do they work for us, or do we work for them?

"Viewer Discretion is Advised"

I'd like to ask you a question.

I'd like to know if you're as infuriated as am I, and insulted, when you see those infernal "Viewer Discretion is Advised" taglines streaming across the bottom of your TV screen? 

You turned on the TV, you grabbed your remote, you picked the channel, and you selected the program.  After presumably learning what it's all about.  So I would think you'd need no "warning" about its contents about to spew forth.  Or fifth, even (yuk, yuk).   

Usually preceded by, 

"Foul language, sexual situations, pedophilia, Conservatism, gunfire, pictures of happy families, the hunting of innocent animals, war, loud noises, blood spurting, and the mentioning of God or illegal Aliens." 

As if to say, "We know you're a lily-livered pu*sy, so you might want to cover your miserable, overprivileged eyes and stick your fingers in your ears, at what we're about to show you.  Or else you might wind up terminally offended.  And want to go protest somewhere.  Or throw paint on old Masters.  Or glue your hands to the highway.  Or assume the prenatal position and suck your thumb." 

Cop shows.  And firefighter/1st Responder shows.  And doctor shows.  And military shows.  And reality shows.  And every other kind of show you might realistically see.  If they screen it, they've added that disclaimer.  Written by some $800 an hour lawyer.  A warning so if that if you, the viewer, get somehow shocked and/or offended, it won't be their fault.  So you won't be able to sue.  Hopefully.  

Maybe.   

But since lawyers are now ubiquitous, I mean, every family's got one (what, you don't?), he/she/it can file a lawsuit for a filing fee of $100.00.  And since you don't have to pay little Johnnie, or Suzie, or Sky, the family lawyer, you can ride it out with a smile on your face.  They'll likely settle a "nuisance" lawsuit for $100 Grand or so, enabling you and Johnnie or Suzie or Sky to splurge at the local steak house.  And cause an entire 'nother round of those infernal "warnings" to be visited upon our friends and neighbors before the program can start.

Remember the fat old babe who poured her MickeyD's coffee in her lap?  And scorched her no-longer-needed nether region?  She got a $Million.  Back when a $Million was a $Million.

All this started back in 1994 when "Home Box Office" was forced by the Gubmint to come up with advisories to protect our little kiddos.  That's where the "G, R and X" came from.  It was meant for cable channels, but gravitated to broadcast shortly thereafter.  And soon it was on just about every dammm program they offered.  Don't know about you, but I don't need anyone telling me what to be offended about.  Frankly, if you'd lived my life, it would take one Hell of a lot to offend you.  

I think those infernal warnings should be limited to graphic violence.  Violence so eggregious it would shock the conscience of Americans.  Like car crashes with bits of arms and legs flying in all directions.    

And kidnappings and rapes and mass murders and dismemberments with a Skil saw.  Which occurs almost always in those Big Blue Cities.  Controlled by Democrats, almost exclusively.*  For decades!  And almost any other thing that might trigger some poor soul teetering on the edge of reality out there in TV land!  Or it just might make one "uncomfortable!"  That watchword of the 21st Century.  And lots of other stuff that could warrant me using an exclamation point "!"  

And you know how I just luuuuv to use those "!'s!"

Back to that old lady who snagged the $1 Million over a dropped cup of hot coffee in her unproductive area?   Well, my area's unproductive also and I'm tired of sitting here watching my $money lose its value through Bidenflation.  So I'm going to the local MickeyD's and ordering one of those $8 coffees.  I'll bring my lawyer with me.  'Cause we have more lawyers now than there are guests at Rykers Island, doncha' know.  So why not bring them along, just in case?  I mean, they have nothing to do after law school except study for the Bar exam, right?  And even after they pass, if they do, they'll be driving part-time for Uber to make ends meet.  I'll keep you informed as to how the lawsuit's going.

I saw a rerun of "Saving Private Ryan" on one of the cable channels recently, which prompted this spleen venting.  It was made before the word "woke" was a word.  But now it comes with a viewer "warning."  About what?  War?  Blood?  Guts?  Isn't that kind of what it's all about?  Especially now, in this, the 80th Anniversary of the D-Day landing?  Seems to me we need another war to get our priorities straight.  

When, exactly, did we shed our  masculinity?  Our bravery?  Our sense of patriotism?  Do we really need to be warned about life?  And all this begs the question:  Just who, exactly, decides which shows to tag?  And were they bullied on the playground as a kid?  Getting wet willies and their BVD's pulled all up real tight in the crotch, doncha' know?

I'm guessing the Russians and the Chinese are laughing their commie as*es off...    

*    34 out of 40 of our Biggest and Bluest cities' mayors are Democrats.  Only 6 are Republicans.  Makes my point. 

  

There are Now Three Kinds of People.

"There's two kinds of people in this world.  There's my kind, and that other kind."

Sorry, that's an old joke.  But it's actually become a reality, what with our dramatic political polarization.  Except now, there's not two kinds of people; there are three. 

A recent poll was conducted among 1,063 adults who were self-identified registered voters.  They were asked if they agree with POTUS Trump's new Executive Order naming only two kinds of humans.  The "Males," and the "Females."  Just like it was when we were in high school.  And just like it was when Benjamin Franklin was in high school.

But apparently not like it's been taught in the high schools of Democrats.  The results to this poll were rather shocking.  97% of Republicans agreed with this poll (I'm wondering about the other 3%).  59% of Independents agreed with this poll.  77% of Democrats disagreed with this poll.  In fact, only 14% of Democrats were old enough to have taken biology in high school, and thus agreed with this poll.  

Shocking?  I'd say "Yes."

This is the "Whatever makes you happy" generation.  The Democrats firmly believe that if you view yourself as a female, yet born as a male, you're a female.  It gets worse.  Wisconsin's Governor Tony Evers actually signed new legislation declaring mothers as "Inseminated Persons."  And fathers as "spouses."  Whether they're married or not.

Are they friggin' nuts?  I'm afraid so.

It seems that Democrats are on a collision course with reality.  They still haven't gotten The Word.  They still don't know why the Great Unwashed voted them out and Trump's Team in.  I fear it will result in a number of Blue States forcing major league legal wars over the $hundreds of millions of dollars to-be-withheld by the Feds from the states for failing to prevent men from competing in womens' sports.  Doing so is a failure to protect Title IX rules and regs.  And a giant Middle Finger to our women.

Trump called Maine's Gov on the carpet yesterday about allowing a man to win their womens' pole vault championship.  She told him she'll violate his Order.  He told her he'll withhold their $250,000,000 a year in Federal tax sharing funds.  Legal fights a'brewing.  

Remember the old saying, you never want to pick a fight with a newspaper, because they buy ink by the barrel.  In this case, might not want to pick a fight with the Feds.  They print money by the ton.

So we now have Three Kinds of People:

     -  Males

     -  Females

     -  And males looking to displace women from their rightful place in our society.  To take away their places in organized sports.  To steal their legitimate Rights under Title IX.  To grab their scholarships and their sponsorships and their fame.  And the Democrats are applauding their efforts.

This would be funny if it wasn't so tragic.

"Scouting America"

Did you notice the press release a couple of days back?  The one where we're notified it's the 115th Anniversary of the Boy Scouts of America?

Which then went on to announce it had formally changed its name to "Scouting America?"

Thank God this didn't happen 7 decades ago!

Why the new name?  Because whereas the Boy Scouts of America when I was a Scout only catered to males, little boys looking to join together and learn how to grow up to be men, the new iteration welcomes girls.  And gays.  And lesbians.  And "Two-Spirits," whatever they are.  Not only as "Scouts," but as their leaders.  The Scoutmasters may now be a transgender, gay or lesbian.  Or maybe all three.  This new Organization's leadership made these changes in order to be more "inclusive."  

Inclusive?  Did anyone call for Boy Scout inclusiveness?  Except those who mirror the values of downtown San Francisco?

Just so you know how I view this, I joined the Cub Scouts at the age of 8.  I became a Tenderfoot at 10.  And then a Boy Scout at 12.  I rose throught the ranks to Eagle Scout at the age of 17.  Fewer than 4% of Scouts attain this ranking.  

And then an Explorer Scout the next year.  And then on to Asst. Scoutmaster and Scoutmaster.  I have 34 Merit Badges and a God and Country Award with two Oak Leaf Clusters.  In short, I was, and am, a dedicated Scout.  And it helped make me a man.  Like millions and millions of other boys.  Who are likely all now devistated.

The Scout Motto is (was?) "Be Prepared."  And I was, and am.  With thanks to the Scouts.

No doubt the $2.3 Billion Dollar judgment a team of lawyers pried out of the Scouts laid the foundation for all of this.  It seems a number of homosexual Scout leaders used their positions over the decades to harm young boys.  They should be found guilty, and were.  But in the process it gutted Scout treasuries.  All around the world.  Plus, the bad publicity resulted in their going from a membership of 2 million Scouts, to just over a million.  Harming dues and finances, and fundraising activities.  

But to go looking under every rock for new dues-payers is just plain idiotic!

If revenue is their goal, why not add in plumbers, and retired airline pilots, and librarians, and any other pedophiles with $dues money?

I wonder how many $Millions that used to be in the wills of life-long Scouts will now go elsewhere?  I was certainly poised to send some there way.  

But no longer.

I'm wondering also how much more fun I'd have had if such a decision had been made when I was a Scout?  I must tell you I'd have enjoyed it much more!  MUCH MORE!  My hormones were raging back then, and I would have enjoyed a captive audience as an outlet.  Instead of learning how to tie knots and build fires and camp in the wilderness, I'd have been trying to get in Little Suzie's skivvies.  And Sandra's.  And Gwendolyn's.  All day, every day.  Had I a choice back then I'd have much rather "camped" with Little Suzie than smelly Harold.  

It would have  been like Studio 54 in the Woods!  I wonder how quickly I'd have been sent to the Gray Bar Hotel?

If you'd like an incandescent example of "WOKE," this is surely it.  I am sorry to say it, but I expect this effort will fail.  I certainly hope it fails.  BTW, there's still a "Girl Scouts of America."  Where girls who want to learn what Scouting can teach, have joined for decades.  Except for those whose interests lie outside those stated.  Maybe they'll be trying to get in little boy's shorts!  

Isn't this just the dummmest damm thing you've ever heard of?