An Rx For Peace in the Middle-East.

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

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

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

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

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

For the Jews' exit from Ben Gurion International Airport.

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

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

By God.*

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

That's in the past tense.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Right?

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

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

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

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

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

A Day For Our Veterans...

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

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

They were wrong.

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

I'm not kidding.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Take abortion for example.  Please.

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

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

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

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

And maybe even after delivery...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"People of Color"

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

                   "People of Color?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Uhhh, wha...?

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

Mr. Pithy...

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

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

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

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

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

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

But mostly for him.  And for his people.

Well, old Buddy, here's it is:

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

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

     ...you'll no longer be bullied.

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

Maine is the Safest State in the Nation.

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

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

In the safest state in the Nation...

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

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

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

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

     -  Courthouses 

     -  State parks (probably unconstitutional)

     -  Schools 

     -  Federal buildings 

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

     -  Private property (if posted, one assumes)

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

     -  Wildlife reservations (Really?  Probably unconstitutional)

     -  Labor disputes  

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

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

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

       "Firearms may not be carried

        on premises.  No exceptions." 

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

        But the blood will remain on their hands!  

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

"When You're a Hammer..."

                "When you're a hammer,

              everything looks like a nail."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

                       We're that "nail."

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Chuckmeister has spoken.