Wanna' Stop a Caravan?

Simple.

First:  Print up a whole bunch of those "Map to the Stars Homes" thingies.  Nice ones.  Four color.  A few thousand should do.

Second:  Supply them to the Border Patrol and our Army National Guard troops.

Third:  Line up the Border Patrol and the Army Guard folks starting at El Centro, CA, where the fence is falling down, all the way across Arizona, where there is no fence.

Fourth:  Instruct our patrol folks to hand out a Map to each marauding "migrant" as they invade, along with a bus ticket and instructions how to get to Brentwood and Bel Air.  Kind of like an official "Welcome Wagon" reception.

Since we know that the Katy Perry's and the Babsy Streisand's and the George Clooney's of this world have excoriated all of us who wish our laws followed, stating flatly that they would gladly provide shelter and sustenance to any visiting "migrant."  

Well, folks, let's have them put their expansive back yards where their famous mouths are.  You'd be surprised how many "migrants" you can stack in one of those 5-acre compounds.  All you need is some pup tents and a few butlers and maids to get them fresh sheets and blankies and supply sundown cocktails.  Got to make them comfy, right?

Oh yeah, we've got to contact Howard Schultz and see if we can get some freebie coupons to Starbucks.

Guv. Jerry "Moonbeam" Brown, our Civil Servant-for-Life, has given The Donald the finger regarding illegal immigration.  To Brown, no immigration is illegal.  Well, let's put him to the test.  Imagine the optics of 15,000 "migrants" living next to the Beverly Hills Hotel.  Ya' think maybe Brown's phone would ring?

Well, it's Finally Come to This...

Venezuela visits America, America!

Yes, my friends, if you've not had the occasion to visit San Francisco lately, you might be surprised to learn that it's been magically transformed from the Jewel on the Pacific Coast to the Trash Heap by the Bay.

Progressive politics have (mis)managed to turn this once beautiful town into the worst city in America.  I didn't say that; the United Nations representative on human rights (heh, heh) has declared Oakland and San Francisco blights on the human condition.  The only two American cities, he's proclaimed, that are "unlivable."  

Maybe there's somebody at the U.N. who actually knows whereof he speaks...

Think about that for a minute.  The home to Silicon Valley tech companies whose employees cannot afford to live there.  A repurposed shipping container, a hole cut for a window, a single light bulb hanging from a string, now rents for $3,000 a month.  And they're stacking them atop each other...

The homeless are living on the streets.  And peeing.  And pooping.  In front of Union Square tony restaurants and department stores.  You have to walk around them to conduct your bizz.  But you can't ask them to leave; noooooooo!  That would be insensitive!  Immoral, even!  

These people are dumber than a bag of rocks!

But one Sean Miller, a tech engineer, has finally grown weary of stepping over and around human feces.  He's launched an app called "SnapCrap."  You notice a pile of s**t, you notify those nice folks who work picking up poop and they'll be right there, Johnny (ahem!) on the spot, cleaning up all that poop and making life livable again for the nice rich folks who live in SanFran.  

SFO just launched a new service to its beat-down residents called the "Poop Patrol."  Yes, they really did.

And these Poop Patrol folks, who do not have to have a high school education or any experience (what sort of experience would one need to pick up crap?), start at $75,000 a year plus a bennie pack worth north of $50k per annum.  

Perhaps they should hire the poopers to pick up the poop they're pooping, thus putting a homeless pooper to work de-pooping.  

Just a thought...

I can't decide which is worse; allowing folks to live and pee and poop and build tent cities in front of your banks and bizznesses, or having to use a high-tech method to clean up the messes they make.  

You decide...

"The Fear of Loss."

There's an old saying that's worth coughing up about now.  Here goes...

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

What does that have to do with the price of an 1/8th in beautiful downtown Santa Ana, you might ask?  Here's what:

Did you know that the political party not in power has retaken the House of Representatives in 19 out of 20 Mid-Term Elections, going all the way back to the 1940's?  And the Senate has fallen to the out-of-power Party in the vast majority of mid-terms as well?  

That's all to be expected.  People don't get all worked up for the mid-terms.  A POTUS battle isn't in the offing, people are usually either lethargic or resigned to their current political plight, and with exception of those who are clamoring to regain lost power, they're usually too busy to be bothered.  That's the normal situation.  Normal...

But now is not "normal."  I've been paying fairly close attention to the news lately, and I've noticed hoards of folks chasing Republicans through airports, hounding them out of restaurants, doxxing them at their homes and work, screaming and yelling at them without mercy as if they had some God-given right to do so. 

Assuming they believe in God, that is.  An assumption I'm not prepared to embrace at the moment, by the way.

A MSMedia that for the most part reports only slanted opinion masquerading as "news," an overt and incessant hostility towards all things Conservative, and now a caravan of 10 - 15,000 individuals from Central America headed our way we're being told are "economic migrants," but since they tell us they have every right to be here, look suspiciously like an invasion, I offer up an observation (God, I love long sentences!):

The People are Very Afraid:  They're afraid they're losing their country.  Or perhaps have already lost it.  And if they were ever complacent or lethargic or too busy to get involved, no longer.  

It's for that reason that I suggest we may be just as surprised at the outcome on November 6th, 2018 as we were on November 8th, 2016...  

Prepare Yourself for the Coming Cat. 5 Meltdown, 'Murica!

Remember how crazy the Lefties became when The Donald was elected?  Crazy, as in unhinged!  Completely bonkers!  Out of their collective minds!  Or, what was left of their minds... 

Yep, my friends, and you ARE my friends, the Democrats pegged their hopes for another Obama term on Hillary.  It was her turn.  She's a woman.  She's managed to amass a personal fortune north of $500 Hundred Million Dollars from a career in public service!  You have to be really, reeeeeeeeeely smart to save up that much money from the pay of an ex-POTUS and one lonely Secy of State!  That's hard to do!   I mean, she was qualified, right?  She lived with Billy Jeff "Blue Dress" Clinton for all those years.  That's enough to make her Prez right there!  Right?  

Wrong.

Come 2016 Election Day night, it was reported that Ms. Clinton threw a $100,000 bottle of Cristal Champagne, a "gift" from those nice French bubbly folks, through a $990,000, 100" Big Screen TV, a "gift" from those nice Samsung folks.  I believe she had consumed plenty of other adult beverages prior to that ignoble feat, watching the election results come in as she no doubt was, but I cannot be sure.  Word has it she had to be restrained and put to bed without the obligatory concession speech by that walking cadaver, Mr. John Podesta, her campaign advisor.*  

Anyway, she lost, The Donald won, and the rest, as they say, is history.  The Progressive Leftoids have been in full battle mode ever since.  So much so that they have bragged about being the "resistance."  And they've been doing everything they can to resist any legislation put forth by Trump or his people, hoping to deny him any victory, however minor, even if it meant a benefit to their constituents and the Country.  No "reaching across the aisle" for them.  No "go along to get along."  

Nope, just resist.  Scream, shout and stamp their little Gucci-clad feet.  Seriously, America, this has reeeeely grown tiresome!

But all will be right with the world when November 6th comes around and the Democrats take back both houses of Congress.  Or at least one, furGossakes... They're due at least one, right?  I mean, that'd only be fair!

But something funny happened along the line; the polling firms, most owned and operated by the giant  MainStream- Media companies, none of which have evidenced any strong Trump favoritism during the past couple of years, somehow failed to ask the people out there in "Flyover Country" their opinions.  

And their opinions are the same ones that put The Donald in office two years ago.  

And they're the same opinions that are likely to keep at least one, and quite possibly both houses of Congress in Republican hands.  And if that happens, Katie bar the door!  

I don't know Katie, or what door she'd be barring, but it's an old saying and I thought it seemed to fit, so I thought I'd throw it in right about here...

If these folks don't exact at least a token victory from the upcoming Midterm Election I predict they will go completely nuts!  You think screaming at diners will be enough?  Chasing people through airports?  Noooooooooooo!  Who knows what extremes will follow another Major Election Loss!  Is there a restaurant that'd be safe for a Republican to try and grab a hamburger in after November 6th?  Who knows?  Whatever happens, if recent events give us any indication, it will be nasty to the extreme.

And I, for one, cannot wait...  

* I only report the truth.  Google any or all of this stuff if you doubt me...

"Pyramidism," Part Trois...

In response to my most recent posting on Egypt and pyramids and such, one of my oldest and dearest friends wrote this in response:  "Hey Chuck:  OK.  You suggested "where" but not "why."

To bring those up to speed who were too busy trying to pay their taxes to read that posting (shame on you!), it had to do with the fact that there are Egyptian-style, reeeely-big stone pyramids all over the world.  On at least 6 of the 7 continents, and maybe all of them.  And they bear a strong resemblance to each other, even though there's no way there could have been any "collusion" between pyramid builders on difference continents 4,500 years ago. 

So, with more than 15,000 pyramids dotting our collective landscape, all over the place, the question really has to be, WHY?  And to a lesser extent, even HOW?

Lemme' cut to the chase.  I'm one of those who tend to believe that if we couldn't build it today, with our amazing advancements in science, technology and materials over the millennia, and we couldn't, then someone or something had to build it for them, or teach them how to build it for themselves.

And whether that someone or something was from "Out There," or an emissary from "On High," or even if they're one and the same, matters not.  It only matters that it simply had to have had help.  The form or fashion that help took is for another debate.  

As for this posting, I've stated my case.  What say you?

Let's Shout 'Em Down! All of Them!

I don't know 'bout you, but I've grown weary of Leftist mobs disrupting Conservatives when they try to grab a cheeseburger somewhere or other.

Hardly a day goes by now that some Conservative leader and his family is heckled out of a restaurant somewhere by Leftist drones who seemingly have nothing better to do.  And now with unemployment at the lowest it's been since the Earth cooled, one would think the protesters' time would be better spent working for living.  

Unless, of course, they are working for a living by protesting.  Hmmm.  Being paid to protest.  How about that.  And since we've been told that it's true, that is is, in fact, happening, that people are being paid by their Leftist handlers to protest, it makes matters even worse.

And then the Leftist bozos have the temerity to tell us that those on the Right have done the same thing, and that this is just turnabout's fair play.  Remember, they say, that time 8 or 9 years ago when one of those nasty Tea Party folks actually yelled at a Senator?  Remember?  Remember?

Me neither.

So I think it's High Time (especially where Pot is now legal!) for those of us on the Right to get together and begin some of that payback thing.  You know, let's team up and go into restaurants and scream at paying customers whose political views we just happen to dislike.  Or maybe follow them through airports, yelling and shouting like pre-schoolers, making complete and utter fools of ourselves, while we try and make them, uh, ummm, change their minds.  Or something...

Oh wait.  That won't work.  We don't act like that...

The "Law of Attractive Nuisances"

I recall when my too-soon departed wife Elaine and I purchased our first home together back in early 1979.

It was bigger than we needed, more costly than we could afford at the time, but it had a pool, and DAMN!...we wanted a pool and nothing, NOTHING, including 13.5% interest rates (thanks, Jimmuh Carter!), could keep us from getting that pool!

So, my best friend Sam did two things for us that we could not have managed without; he loaned us $10k to round-out the down payment, thanks again, Sam, and he offered up some of his best lawyerly advice:  "Lose the diving board!"

You see, this pool had been built shortly after the home had been finished, a couple of decades prior, and the pool sales guy back then no doubt convinced the previous owners to max-out the entire back yard with concrete and water.  And they did.  Big Time!  The pool was only slightly smaller than the back yard.  Only slightly.  And it was a big back yard!  You could barely walk around it.  And it had a diving board.  An old, rickety, ugly, corroded diving board that looked like it might crumble at any moment.  It was truly a fearsome beast.

Well, Sam was then kind enough to explain to me the "Law of "Attractive Nuisances."  That means, if it attracts stupid people to use it, or touch it, or smell it, or eat it, etc., and if they get hurt from having done so, it's your fault!

So, we tore out the diving board post-haste and used the pool happily during our 30+ years at what came to be known as "The Hotel California."  No injuries, no lawsuits.  Happy, happy, happy!

Anyway, I bring that up because we have a similar situation unfolding daily on our Southern Border.  Because we, The People, have a mish-mash of outdated and ineffective immigration laws that do not serve us well, immigrants enter our country illegally every single day, and risk life and limb in doing so.  And we will continue to have those stupid, dumbass laws unless or until our Congressweenies somehow manage to play nice and change them.  

However, in what has to be the cruelest sort of irony possible, if these reeeely nice folks from Down South manage to get hurt crossing our border, it's our fault, and we have to pay to fix them up.

An item caught my eye on the news yesterday.  In just one section of the Border fence near El Centro, CA last year, 1,500 illegals were hurt trying to jump over the 14' fence there and had to be patched up at one of their local hospitals.  Fixed up at a cost to us, the American Taxpayer, by the way, of more than $3,000,000!  

So, it seems they cost us if we don't prevent them from breaking in, and they cost us if we do.  

This, my friends, is what's called a No. Win. Situation...

So, I'd like to sum it up with this:

-     Trump was elected by a plurality of the Voters to Build The Wall.  Some two years later, we haven't.  

-     But in the meantime illegal crossings are at an all time high, and so is the number of injuries from such entries.  Proof positive of the "Law of Attractive Nuisances."  We are the shiny object they reach for, and if they hurt themselves in doing, it's our fault!  

So, we could simply build our walls higher.  If 14' isn't enough, let's go to 16'.  Or how about 18'?  Or 20?  Oh yeah, we can't do that, because there isn't the votes in Congress to do that.  I guess we should be happy.  Because if we jacked up the height of the wall and more people hurt themselves trying to get over it, then it would cost us taxpayers ever more to repair them.  Counterproductive, it would seem.  L
And proof once again of another of those immutable little Laws we're forced to live by:  The "Law of Unintended Consequences."