Taxifornia's Newest 2nd Amendment Outrage!

It is not true that every law passed by the ignorant commie pols in Sacrascrewyou every year are awful, nasty and completely corrupt pieces of festering, Liberal, tree-hugging crap.

Most, but not all.

And this year brings that steaming pile of horsepucky to a new and towering level of complete inane ludicrousness. 

Among the pieces of unbelievably horrid legislation which were not only passed by both the incompetents in the Assembly and the Senate, and signed by our perennial Civil Servant-for-Life Governor Jerry Brown (one of the very few Californians who has never had a real, paying, private-sector job, and likely never will), was Senate Bill 1609 (Gun Violence Restraining Order). Please allow me to ruin your night's sleep by describing this completely obtuse, unconstitutional, wasteful, unnecessary, unworkable, inexplicable and expensive new law that I'm guessing almost nobody will honor. Ready?  Here goes...

Let's say you maintain a residence in another state.  Nevada, let's say.  Or Utah. Or Tennessee.  Or Texas.  States where they don't rape, pillage and plunder your paycheck with outlandish taxes  don't you know?   You have a choice of about 13, but that number is sure to grow.

And let's say you own some guns.  You know, for hunting. Or for target shooting.  Or for self-defense.  Or just because you like collecting guns.  And God knows, you have every right to do so because of a little thing called The Second Amendment to the Bill of Rights.  It's not a privilege, people; it's a right! Get over it, Lefties!

And so while you're living six months and one day in Las Vegas so as to avoid California's onerous state taxes, the absolute highest in the Nation, you decide to come back to the Coast and spend a little quality time with the fam you left behind every now and then.  And you decide to bring your guns with you.  You know, the ones you've bought, and paid for, and passed background checks and paid your DEROS registration fees upon, and enjoyed, and have owned for like YEARS. 

Now, after January 1, 2015, due to this new law, you'll have to stop at the very first FFL (Federal Firearms Licensee) you come upon after arriving in California and turn in your guns. All of them.  And pay a $25.00 per gun fee for new background checks.  And then hand over the guns to the dealer for not less than ten days. Only after this ten day period can you reclaim your guns and continue on with your life.

Got that?  So you have to cough up your paid-for guns, pay for them again, and then do without them for an extended period of time, for...no reason whatsoever!  

Let's say that first stop is in Needles.  And your other home is, say, Huntington Beach.  So, after the ten day waiting period expires, you have to hop in your car and drive the 250 miles back to Needles and recover your weapons.  And then drive back.  500 miles of needless travel, needless expense, and, for those so inclined to believe it, but not me, 500 miles of unnecessary CO2 pollutants puked forth into the atmosphere.  

Or, you might opt to have the guns shipped to a FFL near your home.  But it will cost you somewhere between $75.00 and $125.00, per gun, for shipping and handling.  And that's on top of the $25.00 background check fee.  Outrageous.

Will this make us safer?  Is it likely that a pleasure shooter or hunter will start spraying bullets all around Monrovia, or El Centro, or National City?  Ummm, no.  Is it likely that someone who went through the hassle of undergoing the economic and bureaucratic equivalent of a full TSA pat-down, would then go off the rails and start shooting people? Almost zero, I offer.

So why would the commies in Sacramento want to just mess with your life like this?  My answer is either to a) generate new fees; or b) punish you for being so stupid as to want to own guns.  Or, most likely, c) both.
   
Oh, and when it's time to go back to your other home in Texas?  Or Salt Lake City?  Or Oklahoma?  And you decide to take your guns with you?  You have to repeat this entire process in reverse!  Visit your local gun shop, drop off your guns and pay the $25-per-gun background check fee.  Then wait ten days, travel back to wherever, and retrieve them once again.Or have them once again shipped at an exorbitant cost.  How many times should we be expected to buy the guns we've already bought?  How many times should we have to pass another background check on our own guns?  How long will it be before their brain-dead drones in the Capitol Building decide we've been punished enough?

Now I don't know for sure, but I'm assuming the National Rifle Association will sue the State over this dumbass law. And they'll likely win, as they almost always do.  And the State will  be forced to overturn the law and pay the NRA a $Million or $Two for their legal fees.  And all the money illegally collected from gun owners will have to be returned back to the people who've been scammed out of them.  But will that stop the ignorant politicians who keep dreaming up these stupid laws?  I don't think so.  

Remember, it was State Senator Kevin DeLeon, Eagle Rock (Dumbocrat) who was recorded stating that his 10-cartridge maximum-per-magazine law was in reality nothing more than making sure you couldn't have "...a .30 caliber "clip" to kill people with."  Of course, you and I know there are no "calibers" associated with magazines, and that there are no "clips."  Just "magazines, Kevin.  Look it up on YouTube. Most politicians are justifiably hesitant to look like a complete idiot on video.  Not Kevin.  No, not Kevin.  He appears to enjoy it.  

And that, my friends, is the real problem we face; these dimbulbs don't know what they don't know.  They will go over, or under, or around the 2nd Amendment any way they can, any time they can, always and forever.  They never, ever give up!  They won't quit until you have no more guns and no way of protecting yourself from the Bad Guys.  But, more importantly, no way of protecting yourself from, as Thomas Jefferson warned, them!

Think of it, my friends.  Imagine just how compliant as a Nation we'll be when we have no way of rebelling.  No way of protesting.  No way of letting our elected representatives know we don't cotton to their leadership.  And that we want a CHANGE!  No guns, just acquiescence.  That's their goal. Bet on it...

Oh, and I don't want to fail to mention the other gun-grabber outrage that kicked in on October 1st.  Your ex-wife, or mother-in-law, or neighbor, or simply just a busybody down the street can now call John Law and proclaim that you're about to go postal.  And the Fuzz can come to your house and confiscate your guns until a judge has conducted a hearing.  It must occur within 21 days, but there's no reason to believe that the outcome will  be positive.  Gun confiscation without any indication whatsoever that you're a danger to yourself or somebody else except the word of another.  And that "another" can have it in for you and simply want to screw with your life.  

I'm guessing it won't be long before that ex-patriot "other-state" homeowner will simply give up on Taxifornia for good. He'll stop returning to the once-Golden State out of sheer exhaustion.  He'll decide that we're too far gone to warrant any more of his valuable time. Or effort.  Or energy.  Or money.  As I've opined before, I can see a time in the not too distant future when there's nobody left here but sign twirlers and Starbucks baristas.  And that time is just around the corner.

And so I end the way I started.  What's the chances that any gun-owning Californian will accede to this utterly foolish and stupid law?  I'd say somewhere between "slim" and "none." And Slim is out of town.  

"Creating new felons everyday" should be California's new motto...

Reeeeeedddddssskkkkiiinnnnnssss!

Redskins.  Redskins.  Redskins.  Redskins.  Redskins. Redskins.  Redskins.  Redskins.  Redskins!

There.  I said it.  Over and over.  And, in follow-up to my previous posting (scroll down a bit), I guess I'm a racist.

The Washington, D.C. NFL football franchise has called itself the "Redskins" for more than 75 years.  That's its mascot. Just like Jacksonville has the "Jaguars," New York (which is actually in New Jersey) has the "Jets," and Arizona has the "Cardinals," which used to be the St. Louis Cardinals, until a greedy billionaire sold out to the highest bidder and moved the team.  Under cover of darkness.  Just like the Cleveland "Browns" (isn't that racist?) bolted just after midnight to the East to become the Baltimore "Ravens."  That's another story, so don't get me started on that.

No one actually knows why a football team, or a basketball, hockey, baseball or curling team actually needs a mascot, but they do.  And nobody gave a damn until just recently when political correctness took over America.  

Now, certifiably loony gasbags like Senate Majority Leader Harry Reid make it a point to puke forth rambling, incoherent speeches in the Well of the Senate arguing that the Washington Redskins should be required, forced to change their name.  That's because the name "Redskins" is pejorative, don't you know.  It's... 

...raaaaaccciiiiisssst!  

When did it become racist?  When five Native Americans decided to sue (or were coerced to do so) because they were offended, they said.  And they were offended, most likely, because empty suits like Reid cajoled them into feeling that way.  And nobody in America these days has to put up with being offended.  If you're offended, you get to sue, and some greedy asshole attorney will take your case.  On contingency, no doubt.  And then some court, under the authority of a lefty commie pinko judge, will rule that you don't have to put up with such nasty, offensive treatment.  And you can demand that a football team with a mascot of more than 75 years duration has to pick a new mascot.  Some have suggested they change their name to the Washington "Foreskins."  Or perhaps the Washington "Liberals."  Or maybe the Washington "Politicians."  Those last two names are even more offensive to me that the one in question.  But that's just me.  

So the pols won't give up the ghost on this one.  They're going to gnaw, and chew, and tease, and growl until the Redskin's owner changes his mind and picks a new name. That's the way Liberals are.  They never give up!  We Conservatives fight the good fight when fighting's called for. And when the fight is over, we go back to the pharmacy, or the hardware store, or the family farm to resume our toils. 

But not Liberals.  They will go over, or under, or around every obstacle in the pursuit of their goal, however nefarious.  But are they undertaking this effort due to some perceived outrage?  Are they marching forth waving the flag of fairness?

Ummm, no.

Then what, Mr. Chuckmeister, is their rationale for this Quixotic journey?  Glad you asked, my friends.  

They're simply trying to change the subject because of Barry Hussein Obama's failed Presidency.  His foreign policy has failed.  His domestic policy has failed.  12,000,000 of his citizens are permanently out of work and have stopped looking, thanks to him.  47 million Americans, and no doubt quite a few illegal aliens, are now on food stamps, a 40% increase since GWB left office, thanks to him.  The world is laughing at him and his fecklessness.  ISIS is beheading our citizens and giving "O" the finger.  Obamacare would be funny if it wasn't so tragic.  

So, Reid uses the principles of misdirection seen in the play, "The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas."  "Don't look here, look over there," he says.  And by using this little "two-step" tactic he hopes you'll decide not to pay attention to the facts: Obama is a loser.  Reid is a loser.  The Democrat Party is full of losers.  And it will surely be a loser in 30-some days when time comes to visit the polls.  You'll likely wake up on November  5th with the Republicans in control of not only the House of Representatives, but the Senate as well.

And now, today, we hear that the Federal Communications Commission, no doubt at the behest of Obama and Reid, is considering legislation preventing any Federal licensee station, TV or radio, from mentioning the name "Redskins." Sweet.  What are they going to say?  The "Washington Football Team?"  Wait.  There's another football team in Washington.  It's called the "Seahawks."  How about "D.C. Football?"  Former quarterback and former smart guy Phil Simms has already bought into this nonsense by refusing to say the word "Redskins."  Who's next?  It boggles the mind...

Wake up America!  Look at what's really happening.  The name the owner picks for his football team is none of our damn business.  And if Reid, and Pelosi, and Obama are so offended by the "Redskins" name, then let them pony up a $Billion or two and start their own team.  They can name it anything they want.  And if the customers don't turn the turnstyle, then they'll learn that micromanagement of affairs we have no business involving ourselves in will bite us in the ass...

Okay, I'm a racist. So there!

It seems if you disagree with any aspect of B. Hussein Obama's domestic and/or international agenda, you're a racist.

No "if's," "and's" or "but's" about it.  Disagree with Mr. Golfer-in-Chief, and you're a straight-up, no-bones-about-it, plain-as-day, minority-hating racist.  Almost to (and probably quite a bit past) the point of being a Nazi, redneck, Southern, knuckle-dragging, beer-swilling, fatback-eating, pickup truck-driving, KKK-loving racist.  

No matter that Mr. Vacationer-in-Chief's policies have gone a long, long, long way toward destroying the very fabric of our existence (one could argue that was his intent...remember when he announced five days before his immaculation that he intended to "fundamentally transform" America?).  

No matter that the TelePrompTer-in-Chief's economic, political and diplomatic activities have made our enemies ecstatic and turned our friends against us.  No matter that the Community Organizer-in-Chief's decisions have defunded and gutted our military, doubled the number on food stamps and disability, increased the price of our food, energy and healthcare by double-digits, reduced our Workforce Participation Rate to the lowest it's been in more than 35 years, doubled the price of gasoline, closed down almost all the coal mines (and soon quite possibly the remainder!), unilaterally and unconstitutionally gutted laws written by Congress and signed into effect by previous presidents, trashed the 2nd Amendment and all of us who believe in it, put 12,000,000 permanently out of the work force, managed to turn our victory in Iraq, with the loss of 4,300 of our heroes, into a loss, turned America into a part-time, "would you like fries with that?" nation, ran guns to Mexican cartels via "Fast and Furious," while doing his level best to disarm law-abiding Americans, used the IRS as a weapon against those who don't care for his politics but have the right to free speech nonetheless, given our good friend Israel the finger, ran up our Federal Debt from $9.6 Trillion to $17.4 Trillion, destroyed one-third of our citizens' wealth, rendered via executive actions the Congress completely unnecessary, and taken us a whole lot closer to the next World War. 

None of that matters.  If you manage to bring any of this up in polite conversation you are immediately labeled a racist.  And that's where the conversation - and the debate - stops.  The very worst thing you can accuse someone of being in our society is a racist, right?  Whether you are, or not, you are. That's because the lefty weenies among us resort to playing that infamous "race card" whenever they're losing an argument.  And they do it proudly!  That Obama fellow sure has done a lot to improve the relationship between the races, right?  

So, kiddies, I'm offering up a new, and potentially quite helpful plan:  When confronted with the need to debate a hard-core Lefty, if you absolutely must, simply start with the statement that,

"Yes, I am a racist.  So there!"  

Having thus disarmed the brain-dead, so-called low- information drone voter, who will then have nowhere to go in the debate, you can begin to educate the poor dweeb, who holds dear those views which are helping to destroy America. Plus, you will leave them gasping for air, arms flailing about, pupils fixed and dilated, and unable to come up with any comment except..."but!, but!" 

And all this despite the fact that you aren't racist, never was and will never be.

It will likely take them several hours to regain their liberal commie dumbass socialist views.  And they will then no doubt comment to their room-temperature-I.Q. friends that they actually managed to get a racist to admit to being...a racist.  Applause and laughter will then ensue, whilst carafes of Sauvignon Blanc are coiffed, fake cigarettes are vaped and organically-grown kale and barley salads - with a nice vinaigrette dressing - are ingested with aplomb.

But in the interim, you will have taken a small step toward resurrecting our once-great Country.  Go ahead, my right-thinking, law-abiding, fur-wearing, meat-eating, gun-owning, critter-hunting, God-fearing, hard-working, red-blooded American patriots, agree with them.  You're a racist.  And then begin taking them to school.  You will earn the thanks of a grateful nation...

Back to that Obama fellow.  Didn't we hire him a few years back to make sure none of that racism stuff would ever happen again?

Eureka! It's going to flow money!

A 6.0 earthquake hit Napa, California yesterday.  Old buildings crumbled, folks were thrown out of bed and inventory wound up on the floors of convenience stores and restaurants throughout that portion of our Once-Golden State.

But I have a feeling that most of the glass that fell and broke yesterday was filled with Dom Perignon.  And most of the bottles of wine that fell and broke at the 800+ wineries in the area were library examples of their very expensive, older $250 wines.  Only.  Just the very expensive ones broke, don't you know.  It works that way when you're getting ready to fill out your insurance claim.

In fact, I'd say there's a better than even chance that more Opus One fell and broke yesterday than Opus One has ever made.  Why?

My guess is that only about 12 older farmers, the ones who put Napa on the map, still remain.  The rest of the winery owners are Hollywood movie producers and directors and Bay-area hedge fund managers.  They're the only ones who can afford to buy those expensive vineyards and wineries. Example?  A smallish 3 bed, two bath home in Napa and environs is $1 Million Plus.  Too rich for normal folks.  So the moguls are the only ones who can afford to be here and the only ones who will know how to make a natural disaster such as this pay off.  And BIG!

I would predict that within the next day or two the Golfer-in-Chief will declare Napa and the surrounding area a Natural Disaster.  Why?  That's because he's come here and scooped up millions on multiple occasions over the past few years from the socialist billionaires who own and operate this town.  That will mean the Treasury Department will go into overtime-mode and print up, oh, I don't know, maybe about $41.5 Billion Dollars and ship it out to Central California.  

Therefore, I predict that the only people who will take it in the shorts are the little guys who couldn't afford and didn't have insurance.  Even so, it will be the insurance companies who will wind up buying the wine that fell on the floor.

What then?  Natural Disasters equal big losses to insurance companies, which will then send off an email to the Treasury Secretary, who will give them a no-interest loan to restoke their coffers, which Barry will then unilaterally forgive with a stroke of his famous pen at some point in the future.  Maybe just before he vacates the Oval Office.  So the wineries will get repaid up-front by the Feds, and then again via loans to expand, and the insurance companies will smile as well.  Not bad, huh?

So, those wineries who were on the fence, just barely making it from the sale of their $100 bottles of Cab Sauvignon, will reap a windfall.  And those businesses who weren't protected will wind up having to cash out and move out.  They'll then have to sell their properties to the billionaires, enabling them to consolidate their holdings to even more of Napa.  See how this whole capitalism - peppered with crony Progressive Liberalism - works?  

I thought you would...

Yea! He's Gay! That's the Ticket!

You'll recall that our President, one Mr. B. Hussein Obama, took the time out of his suuuuper busy schedule to call one Mr. Michael Sam and congratulate him for coming out as, ahem, gay. 

You know about Mr. Sam, don't you?  He's the Missouri University football player who was drafted in the, oh, 92nd round or something, of the NFL draft by the Los Angeles Rams. 

Oooooopsie!  Exsqueeeeze me!  The St. Louis Rams.  It's hard to keep up when these billionaires keep moving their teams around all willy-nilly, right?

Yes, Mr. Obama had enough time in his otherwise very, very  busy schedule of playing golf, appearing at fundraisers and playing footsie with JaayZeee and his lovely wife Beeeyonce to contact Mr. Sam and let him know just how proud he was that Sam was gay.  Hmmmm.

But somehow that same Mr. Obama couldn't find time in his very busy schedule over the past 120 or so days to pick up his famous phone that apparently obviates the need for the Congress of the United States of America and put in a call to one Mr. Nieto, Meheeeeko's president, and ask him to intercede on behalf of our hero Marine, Sergeant Andrew Tahmoreesi.  

That's the guy, you'll recall, that after having served two tours in Afghanistan and Iraq, and coming home with a bad case of PTSD, made a wrong turn one night and wound up in Meheeeeeko.  

All would have been just fine that lovely evening had our Marine sergeant not had three legally registered guns in his truck.  

Let me state that again:  The three guns were legally bought here in America, legally registered here in America and legally owned here in America. The fact that he had them with him was because he had just been transferred to San Diego from Texas to receive medical treatment.  And the fact they were there was enough for Meheeeeeko's corrupt border goons to handcuff him, throw him in the clink, tie him to his bunk, torture him, break his jaw and more or less toss away the key.  

Since then our sergeant has hired attorney after attorney to try and end his Meheeeeeeko "vacation" and come home to America.  Up to now, no luck.  They just won't accept his explanation that he took a wrong turn and he really wasn't trying to run three whole guns to Meheeeeeeeeko (please note:  I've missed the same turn twice myself; it's easy to do). 

Three whole guns!  I mean, he wasn't running guns like our own Maxi-me Attorney General Eric Holder, who hired more than 3,000 "assault rifles," whatever they are, paid for with our Stimulus Program funds, slow-walked over the border and directly into the hands of Meheeeeeeeeko's drug cartels.  And one of those guns, you'll recall, was used by one of our fun-loving neighbor's to the south to kill Brian Terry, one of our border guards.

Let me say that again.  Our admittedly-activist, and proud of it, and Black, and proud of it, Top Cop gave guns we paid for to criminal drug gangs so that, the thinking goes, one or more or them would be found at a crime scene here in America, forcing our low-information voters into abolishing the 2nd Amendment.  If you're gonna' try and take over America it would be a good idea to disarm the redneck savages first.  

Unfortunately, the crime scene involved one of our own sworn agents.  And then the uproar started.  Our corrupt media was no longer able to keep the story under wraps.  Karma's a bitch. 

So Tahmoreesi is in limbo.  Actually, limbo would be a far, far better place to be than the graybar prison in Tecate, Meheeeeeeeko where he finds himself.  Maxi-me has still not been arrested for his multitudinous crimes (I wonder if he ever shall?).  And Mr. "You can keep your doctor - you can keep your insurance!" Obama is still playing golf and hosting fundraisers and partying with Black stars on our borrowed millions.  

So what's my plan to finally end this deeply shameful and embarrassing chapter for the Obama Administration? Actually, one of many deeply shameful and embarrassing chapters for the Obama Administration?  I mean, my solution, besides never, ever traveling to Meheeeeeeeeeeeeeko again? Ever!  Here it is....

Andrew has to come out of the closet and proclaim that he's proudly gay!

Then, Mr. Obama will be compelled to call not only our long-suffering sergeant with his heartfelt congratulations, but Prez Nieto and demand, demand that he be released.  

We know he'll have to do that.  Remember when he called Jason Collins to congratulate him on being gay?  He's the guy who came out as the first gay pro basketball player.  He was so feted and celebrated that he wound up as one of Time Magazine's 2014 "Most Influential 100 People in America."  It seems if you're just an average roundball player, or maybe just an average football player, coming out as gay is the key to hitting the big time!   Ticker tape parades!  Calls from the Golfer-in-Chief!  Your picture on the cover of a dying, piece-of-crap, lefty magazine!  

And this just in, our TelePrompTer-in-Chief interrupted his 186th round of golf in Martha's Vineyard, the self-described "Whitest Place in America," where he was playing with Ahmad Rashad and Ray Allen (who pays these greens fees, I wonder?), to provide a video welcome and congratulations in the kick-off to the "Gay Games."  Yes friends, the Gay Games, begun in 1982, recently opened in Cleveland and our Vacationer-in-Chief felt both obligated and honored to help open it.  Is there any doubt in your feeble mind that Andrew would be out by nightfall if he "came out?"

What do you think of my plan?  If you think it might work, be sure to call Organizing for America, Mr. B. Hussein Obama's never-ending, permanent election campaign outfit that sends you email after email begging you for $3 for a chance to have a burger and a beer with "You-Know-Who," and pass along my suggestion.  

Oh, almost forgot.  To make absolutely certain our Community Organizer-in-Chief has to act, and act NOW, I suggest that Andrew also play the "race card" made so famous by those poverty pimps Jessuh Jackson and Al Sharpton.  In addition to being gay, he should also proclaim, loudly, that he is both partially Black, and a little bit Native American!  Then, our Maxi-Me Attorney General will launch himself into rapid action, start a DOJ official investigation, and give a speech on the need for reparations so that all of "his people" finally get paid off for the suffering they endured 400 years ago.  

No thanks is necessary.  It's why God put me here...

Alert! Chuckmeister Prediction! Alert!

As you've no doubt heard, the Obama Administration has permitted more than 62,000 illegal alien (mostly) children to cross our southern border so far this year and give themselves up to our Border Patrol.

They've come, they say, although there's no independent way to be sure, from Central American countries such as Guatemala, Honduras and El Salvador.

Most are children and they're escaping wars, famine, pestilence, rape, pillaging, murdering, plundering, crappy food and who knows what other kind of nasty stuff. They're delivering that spiel, they say, because that's what they've been told to say by the "coyotes" when the Border Patrol asks them why they've just illegally broken into our country.

And then B. Hussein Obama and Company orders the Border Patrol to make them PB and J sandwiches, change their diapers and arrange to disperse them far and wide, without permission, all across America.

Now, we know that this wave of illegals was forecast many months ago.  The Department of Homeland Security asked for bids this past January from companies interested in providing "escort services" for as many as...ready for it?...62,000 unaccompanied minors to cross over this summer.  So trying to say they were not expecting this onslaught with a straight face is simply impossible, even from the gang of, ahem, thieves infesting our White House. 

But God knows they try.

So, dozens, even hundreds, of "little kids" are being sent to unsuspecting neighborhoods all throughout our country. However, some of  these little kids are 17 or 18 and have "MS-13" tattoos on their foreheads (?).

They're flown in, or bused in, or dropped in by parachute, or even sneaked in via 10-passenger vans under cover of darkness so as not to raise suspicion.  And the residents of those recipient cities are expected to feed them, and clothe them, and house them, and educate them, and even take care of their healthcare...all without reimbursement of any kind from any source.  

Need some proof?  The Chuckmeister lives right next door to Murrieta, Taxifornia, where B. Hussein Obama ordered busloads of illegal aliens to be delivered and offloaded on multiple occasions without advance notice of any kind.  Only because of citizens standing in the road and forming a human barricade did this nefarious plan die aborning.  

Think of it:  Small towns struggling to barely make it, fighting to make ends meet in the face of a horrendous recession, unable to pass new school bonds because their citizens are dead broke, now having to take on the job of caring for another country's major export: its poor.  And to make sure the bad news is being spread fairly, the first plane load of illegal "migrants" just landed in Hawaii.  What kind of crap is that?  

And worse yet, Mr. and Mrs. America, we don't know squat about them.  No birth certificates.  No school report cards.   No shot records.  No nothing.  

We don't know if, or when, they've been vaccinated, or against what.  But we do know that diseases which have been eradicated here at home decades ago are still flourishing in Central and South America.  Measles, mumps, scabies, pin and round worms, polio, whooping cough, chicken pox, tuberculosis and who knows what else?  And in a matter of weeks these kids, almost none of whom speak English, and many who don't even speak Spanish, speaking rather a polyglot patois of an unknown language, are going to be seated in our classrooms, replete with an interpreter per classroom as required by law (!), on our dollar, actually millions of them, and educated right alongside our kids.  Kids, I might add, which we cannot send to school without proof that they've been vaccinated and are safe from communicable diseases.  And our teachers cannot refuse to teach them.  And our kids cannot refuse to be seated next to them.  This is super scary stuff. 

Think of it.  There's a fair number of countries in the Middle East that hate us and wish us dead.  With extreme prejudice. It wouldn't take a jihadist rocket surgeon to convince an African from Liberia, or Nigeria, or Wisteria, or Plumeria, or wherever, anxious to meet up with his virgins a bit early, to arrange to get infected with the Ebola virus, which has an incubation rate of up to three weeks and a kill rate of over 90%, and then hop aboard a flight to, say, Tijuana.  They walk, actually saunter, or wade, or maybe skip across the border and viola, an Ebola epidemic isn't there, it's here!

I predict that just about the time the leaves begin to turn colors this fall we could well have outbreaks of communicable diseases all over America.  And we could well have shortages of vaccines to treat them.  Vaccines that, in some cases, no longer even exist.  

Friends, this might be a good time to consider home schooling your kids.  If mine weren't already through that process I'd be seriously cogitating on that possibility forthwith. 

Oh yeah, I forgot to mention.  Two of my daughters are school teachers with little kids of their own.  And two of their husbands teach also.  What are they supposed to do?  What are we supposed to do?  And why, I ask, has this been allowed to happen?  

Prepare yourselves.  The worst might be just around the next corner...

Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms

We all know there's a slice of the Department of Justice, overseen by that paragon of good governance one Mr. Eric Holder, B. Hussein Obama's Maxi-Me, who's been given the challenge of managing Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms.

That bureau is a kind of a mixed bag of items, wouldn't you say.  Alcohol you drink, tobacco you smoke, and, ummm, firearms you shoot?  Maybe after having consumed some alcohol and tobacco?  

How did these three things get lumped together into one bureau?  Wouldn't you think that alcohol and tobacco should be under the FDA or the Department of Agriculture?  And firearms might be a better fit in the Department of the Army. But hey there's one more item in this chunk of the DOJ: Explosives.

So you pick up a sixer of Bud, a couple of packs of Marlboros, a Glock 9mm and some extra ammo.  Oh, and about $500 worth of good, old fashioned fireworks.

And after doing so one could reasonably ask...

Why isn't Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives (ATFE) a convenience store?