Does Anyone Doubt?

We have a bunch of problems as a Nation.  That's a fact.  

And only about half of us seem to notice.  The other half are hipppmotizzzed by the so-called "MainStreamMedia" into believing you should rely on their lies...instead of your eyes.  Keep watching those channels that simply avoid those topics "uncomfortable" to their preferred political Party.  Like Hunter, and China, and Russia, and inflation, and baby formula, and our two-tier justice system, and crime in the streets, and our open borders, and our worsening air travel situation.  And a hundred others.

All that stated, I've been doing some deep thinking.  And I've come up with a thought you might find interesting:

     "The only way Government or its representatives, get anything at all from us, its Citizens, is by force, or the threat of force."

Doubt me:  The Federal Gubmint just bought more than $1,500,000,000 in firearms and ammunition for their 87,000 new Agents.  Got it?  Somehow "Show me your receipts" just got real!

Let's take a page out of our Gubmint's book, and try and solve some of its problems.  Ready?

Does anyone doubt that an M-60 machine gun emplacement, say every 100 yards, all across the 1,763 miles of our Southern Border, would tend to cut down on illegal immigration?

With a nice controlled 180 degree sweep area from each, with overlap, to insure complete coverage? 

I mean the .30 caliber type.  7.62 mm.  Nothing too major.  Aim low.  Legs can be repaired.

Don't worry, we could keep an ambulance or two on duty to help cart out the law-breakers.  The wounded law-breakers...

Orrrr, perhaps we release aligator hatchlings upstream from the rivers and streams creating the Rio Grande.  That's a river.  Annnnd, you know those explosive packs they put in with the money at the banks?  The ones that go "Bang" when the robber gets a block or two away?  Yeah, I want to release lots of that die into the Rio Grande.  Make it look like the Chicago River on that special Irish holiday.  Then when the millions of illegal aliens wade across, they'll turn a nice shade of the brightest green, and give us a week to track them down and arrest them.

Assuming there was any political will to actually enforce our already existing Federal Law, which there isn't.  The Law that makes crossing our Border between ports of entry to request asylum illegal!  I wonder when we'll start enforcing that law?

Maybe the same day our Attorney General demands his Federal Marshals protect the homes of Supreme Court Justices protesters.  As Federal Law requires.  Which they're not doing.  For some POLITICAL reason only the A.G. knows.

Maybe that day...

And how about a gun-toting security guard placed conspicuously at every ninth or tenth Home Depot, just waiting for the thieves to stop by?  And then to blow their collective asses off when they do?    

The Bad Guys wouldn't know which of the Depots were protected.  And I'll bet they wouldn't have to find out more than once.  Thieves are crazy, but they're not stupid.

How about if we put an armed resource officer in every single school in America?  And then blow the next sucker out of his loafers who tries to murder our kids?  A couple of those should send a signal to all would-be mass murderers that schools are forevermore off limits.  Simple, see?  

And then how about we put together roving gangs of cops in our Biggest Bluest Cities, all dressed like the homeless, and armed with a slate of new laws to protect them, just waiting for the next perp to "reeducate?"  With extreme prejudice?

That oughta' putta' stop to that!

These are just a coupla' suggestions as to how we get our Country back.  With Aldean's #1 song in the Nation blaring in the background.  At about 140 decibels...

Equality vs. Equity.

The Declaration of Independence proudly states that we citizens of a bright, new America, were given, by their Creator, 

        "Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness."

Please notice it says you may pursue, but not necessarily obtain that happiness.  

And therein lay the rub, as Shakespeare used to say.  For it appears we have an entire generation of Americans who want happiness, and all that the word entails, without bothering to even pursue it.  They just want to take it.  By force, if necessary.  And they seem to think they can, because of a thing called "equity."  A term that's been sold to them by all the Black Marxists in charge of our minorities all these years that's now threatening the very fabric of our society.

If you don't believe that "Antifa" and "Black Lives Matter" are Marxist-oriented and -derived, check out their websites.  They're proud of it.  

For the sake of definition, "equality" means everyone starts from a level playing field.  And from there they either "sinks," or they "swims."  That's why some folks wind up caressing a needle on San Franpoopco's sidewalks, and some others wind up wearing Rolexes and riding around in Bentleys and Learjets.  That could be one reason why not everyone becomes Beyonce.  Or Willie Mays.  Or Samuel Jackson (notice, all Black $Multi-Millionaire examples).  

Remember, you can lust after it, but perhaps not attain it.   As in, boo hoo.  Too bad, so sad.  Some win, some lose.  You can file that under sh*t happens.  And some others win, and then lose (i.e., Whitney Huston, and Robin Williams).  Could it be our "social media" has sold an unatainable bill of goods to our younger generations?  

Maybe that's why we have so many drug addicts?

But wait!  Those who harbor the opposite view from mine just will not settle for that.  No, no, no!  The definition of "equity" is, ready for it?  No matter where you start out, everybody's got to wind up in the same place.   

BTW, that's also the definition of Marxism.

Kinda' dumb, right?

Here's a way of comparing the two viewpoints:  Let's say there's a six-foot fence separating our citizens from a developing news story.  Each of these citizens are of differering heights.  In fact, our average height is 5' 9."  The equality crowd would issue everyone a wooden crate to stand on.  A nice, sturdy wooden crate.  And everyone would be able to view the story as it unfolds.  Equally.  

The equity crowd would issue boxes of varying heights to enable all the viewers to wind up viewing from the exact same perspective.  So they'd all wind up viewing from exactly the same height, no matter how tall they each started out.  Jeeeez, that could start an entirely new industry, making boxes of varying heights to accommodate Marxists!  

I'm wondering what might happen if you had a dwarf who's also afraid of heights?  

Kinda' dumb, right?

But let's take this to its likely end point.  I always wanted to play professional basketball.  But a.), I'm too short.  And b.), I'm White.  Soooo, since I indentify as Black (and also gay, and Jewish, and a Gypsy, and Transgender, so that's out of the way), all I need is a vertical assist to play professionally.  Maybe leg extensions, paid for by Medicare.  Or more directly by those folks who don't pay "their fair share."

Sounds painful.  Or better yet, cut everybody else's legs down a foot or two (ouch!)!  So that every basketball player winds up exactly the same height.  Then we could find out who's the best player, right?  

You decide.  That's equity.

Oh yeah, and I can't sing, but the equity crowd should pay for my vocal chord enhancement, or turn down everybody else's hearing, or force everybody to buy my songs just to make everything equal.    

And I live in a majority Hispanic state.  Like Mehheeeko, North.  And that means as both a Black-identifier, and White-by-Birth, I'm doubly mistreated.  I get jeered at by all those who are jealous of my Blackness.  And so I need a mansion in Bev Hills to be sorta equal.  Like JayZ.  And his leggy wife's vocal chords.  And the ACLU should make all of this happen, post haste.  Which means right now.  In Latin.  I think.

I'm waiting.  

Something I Never Thought I'd Read...

Whilst perusing the news this a.m., something they used to call "surfing" back in the Stone Age, I came across a paragraph I never, ever thought I'd read:*

     "A post-operational transexual Canadian has requested that the socialised healthcare system provide an assisted suicide lethal injection in order to end long-term suffering and pain from a surgery to manufacture a "neo-vagina."

Ummm, what?

Yes, fellow Patriot, it goes on to tell us this, "...self-described "First Nation" transsexual has undergone untolerable pain from this "neo-vagina," which was manufacutured from an inverted penis."  Gulp!  And not only thaaaat, this proved to be a surgically-created open wound, that needed daily medical care to prevent permanent closure.  As in daily.

In consdideration of all the lopping off of pre-teen breasts and the surgically removing of genitalia going on now in the top-tier universities all over America, perhaps we could take a moment and look at what happened from overly-liberal social decisions made a decade ago up North.  And then learn from it.  Then perhaps take a tack back to the center, socially, politically, medically, and psychologically.

Does anyone but me think there may be a few dozen Porsche-driving surgeons, completely devoid of any consideration for young minds and bodies, making Big $Bank off "gender dysphoria?"  Slicing and dicing and cutting and shaving in the name of...profit?

The Hippocratic Oath:  "First, do no harm."  Me thinks those Porsche-driving surgeons should re-read their oaths.

Firstly, I'd like to say this paragraph's writer is afflicted with "LSS" (Long Sentence Syndrome).  So am I.  Got something to say, and I can't wait to say it.  The few, the loud, the duplicative.  Good for him.  

Secondly, WHAT THE HELL?  I had to read that paragraph three times in order to get all the parts and pieces right.  In order just to understand it!  That's how far we've gone off the rails!  And that's right next door!  The Great White North!  Huh?  When will it migrate Southward to infect us as well?  Like some gigantic "blob," as in, the movie.  

I've been yelling from the rooftops (figuratively speaking) for a decade or more that "social media" will be the death of our families, our culture, our society and our Country.  I think we now see proof of that.    

Plus, is it just me, or is this TMI?

I know we're all in on transparency, but I sometimes yearn for the half-hour newscasts of the 60's and 70's.  Just the "Joe Friday" facts.  Is there a news source which delivers just that?  Only that?  Or will the "Legacy Media" continue to function as the Media Arm of the Democrat National Committee.  Or is it finally time for us to oil up the old 'thutty-thutty," gas up the Jeep and head for that proverbial mountain cabin?  

*    And wish I hadn't...

The "Cuisinart Effect."

I was perusing Tesla's online sales brochure yesterday.  You know you can only buy these critters direct, doncha?  As in, no dealerships.  The only car dealer to not have...dealers.  How'd he get away with that?  Anyway, one of its options is eye-popping.  Lemme' 'splain...

Every car ad you see on the Telly is for a plug-in electric (PIE).  Not an auto-regenerating hybrid, mind you.  And not even a regular old gas-operated vehicle.  Old hat, those.  But they have an average of 33,123 parts on board.  PIE's?  1,327.  That oughta tell you all you need to know about their hoped-for profit.

And your Gubmint is taking your tax dollars and forcing your neighbor to help you buy one.  As much as $7,500.  For whatever reason.  As yet to be determined.  Whether your neighbor has one or not.  Did you know that?  

And so far, about 6.8% of our population has responded by buying or leasing one or these new-fangled devices.  Except in Taxifornia, where 16.9% of our residents acquired a new PIE vehicle.  We're always ahead of the pack here when it comes to dumb sh*t.

Remember the Pet Rock?

But what blows this tired old soldier away is that some of these PIE purchasers are tikking the self-driving option.  In Tesla's case, that's... 

                            $15,000 Extra!

You read that right.  You pays $90,000 or $100,000 for a 2,000 pound battery and four wheels, and then you gets to pay them another $15k for somebody else to drive it?  From some sattelite somewhere?  When we read every day about these spontaneous combustion machines running over little girls on tricycles?

When I was a kid we would have walked over broken glass to get to drive.  Driving meant freedom!  It meant getting out from under the control of mommy and daddy.  It meant being able to turn left versus right.  Go to town or out in the country.  Or go to that special parking spot with little Suzie on Friday night.  We would have stomped warm puppies to death to get to drive our cars!  We would have kissed our sisters to drive our cars!  On the lips!  

Whatever the Hell has happened to America?

I just read a poll that reported fully 30% of our police are "uncomfortable" being photographed, even though under Federal court case "Turner v. Driver" its our Constitiutional right to film them.  Why?  Are they doing something we should know about?  Or are they just improperly trained?

I wonder what percentage of our soldiers in foxholes during WW2 would have been uncomfortable being filmed?  SInce they were the ones who by their victory reaffirmed that Constitutional Right.

Have we turned into a bunch of pus*ies?  Limp-wristed twits scared of our own shadows?  I recall a time in my (whatsa') yout when a few of us parked a truck under a shade tree on afternoon, then pulled and replaced the motor that same day.  Today?  I just noticed a tag under my hood.  It read:  "Don't drink the battery acid."  I doubt half our yout could change a tire.  Or want to.  

I don't know for sure, but I sense a silver lining in all of this.  The auto industry trade journals report that PIE's are stacking up on dealer lots.  They are waaaay behind on anticipated sales.  As in, LOTS of them on dealer lots!  We know that GM and Ford and Toyota have invested $Billions in their battery technology, and need to sell cars to recoup.  Ford has stated they anticipate losing more than $4.5 Billion this year on their PIE program.    

              Those cars aren't selling.  

Example:  Hyundai's killer success the Ionic5 came on the market last September.  They were immediately priced at $Thousands above their window price.  But here's something that might prove interesting.  An Ionic5, with a window price of $51,945, is being advertised for sale this weekend by thier Corona dealer at $41,050.  $11,000 under window!  Holy price dump, Batman!

Didja' know that PIE cars take 41% longer to charge when the temp outside is below 20 and above 100 degrees fahrenheit?  Deep into this year's heat wave, PIE owners are finding this out.  That may be one reason why sales are cratering... 

I sense we may be entering a period called the "Cuisinart Effect."  If you're unfamiliar, Cuisinart was an overnight "must have" back in the 80's.  They were the original food processors, pimped by a succession of famous chefs.  They were a multi-year smash.  People were standing in line to buy them.  

Until the day they weren't.  

Sales stopped dead, virtually overnight.  Screeeeching halt!  And the Harvard Business Review, after a bunch of research, came up with this conclusion as to why: 

             Everybody who wanted one...

                had already bought one.

I think it just might work out that way for our PIE's.  If you live within a short drive of the movie studios, or Pier 39, or the Space Needle, or the Empire State Building, or the White House, a case might be made for a PIE car.  Especially as a second, back-up to your ICE car.  But if you live between the Appalachian Mountains and the Sierra Nevada, they make little sense whatsoever.  Even at half the price.

Even when your neighbor is helping you pay for it.

Might be a good time to short the car stocks, buy an ICE car while the "Big Guy" and his gaggle of socialist friends still permits it, load up your .30-.30 and hole up in your mountain cabin until things get back to normal.

       If they ever get back to normal...  

The Treaty of Guadelupe Hidalgo.

The official end to the Mexican-American War was the Treaty of Guadalupe Hidalgo of 1848.  

Since we kicked their asses, we got to decide how much of Mexico we decided to take.  As our very own.  Spoils of war, and all that.

Prior to that War, Mexico owned everything in California up past San Franpoopco, then all the way over past Utah, and down to include all of Nevada, Arizona, New Mexico, and most of Kansas, Oklahoma and Texas.  

So, how much should the victors enjoy these spoils?  Should we have taken it all?  I think so.  But we didn't.  We only took the territory north of the Rio Grande.  That's a River.

And we've been paying for that mistake ever since.  

The agreement to have the Line of Demarcation between Meheeeeko and 'Murcia be the Rio (not so)Grande, was pretty stupid.  Had we just subsumed the entire country all that time ago, it could by now have been our 51st State, and we could have machine gun emplacements all across its Southern Border with Central 'Murica.  Had we done so, we wouldn't have had to ask, "pretty please," for people to stop raping, pillaging and plunding our Border.  We could just have demanded it. 

                     LIKE MEXICO DOES TODAY!

Did you know Meheeeeeko has tens of thousands of its crackest of troops guarding its southern border with Guatemala?  With machine guns ever 100 yards?  With overlapping sweeps so as not to allow any non-Meheeekanos in?  Because that's what borders are for?

The Bottom Line:  We are the world's chumps.  Its citizens break into our Country, illegally, and we give them stuff as a reward.  More than 7,000,000 of them so far.  Equal to the population of Hawaii and Nebraska.  So far.  They're living in style at Times Square on your $Dollar.  And this orchestrated chaos will continue until the "Big Guy" is made to leave office.  One way or another.   

Even the "Cackler-in-Chief" would be an improvement at this point...

Any questions?

Born Too Soon (Part 1)

We're were scare of The Man, back when I was a kid.  And that kept us on the Straight and Narrow, as my folks used to call it.  I had two of them.  Folks, that is.  In fact, I didn't know a single kid who didn't have a matched set of parents.  

Two of them.

Perhaps that had something to do with our almost non-existent crime rate.  We didn't commit crimes, and the cops didn't arrest us.  And the D. A. didn't prosecute us.  And we didn't go off to the Gray Bar Hotel.  

But our society has now gone soft on crime.  Too soft, in my opinion.

Now, you rob a convenience store, steal a car, run over an old lady, and get caught with enough Fentanyl in the trunk of your trunk to kill everybody in Cinncinnatti, and you'll get a no-cash bail, get-out-of-jail free card.  And an apology letter from the mayor, quite possibly. 

If they can somehow manage to catch up to you.  With their diminished supply of cops.  The ones they've so vigorously defunded.  Likely the next time they'll see you is when you get arrested for your next crime.  As you'll always commit...  

We know that's true 'cause there was this guy in West Covina, California, who had his own minor crime wave this past year.  He stole three cars, all within 24 hours, starting at 11:20 p.m. on a Tuesday.  And all within the city limits of West Covina, California (there is no East Covina).  And he was out on a no-cash bond for all three by 3:30 Wednesday afternoon. 

Seems like you and me, fellow Patriot, were born a bit too soon.  Please allow me to provide an example:

I can tell you the story of a young man who stole $163.00 from a chicken hatchery back in 1953.  That was 70 years ago.  He worked for them after school and on weekends, sweeping up and dusting and mopping.  He thought he deserved a raise.  His boss disagreed.  So he took the money when they weren't looking.  He thought.  Dumb decision, and one he'd come to regret for the rest of his life.

He was tried and convicted of a felony and sentenced to the Algoa Reformatory for Boys, in Jefferson City, Missouri.  Until he was 21 years old.  And since he was only 16 at the time, it was a 5 year sentence.  For what would now be called petty theft.  Today, he'd be released on a no-cash bail and told to stop back sometime in the Fall and say "hi" to the judge.  If it wouldn't prove too inconvenient.  

This event I told you about ruined the life of that young man.  I can tell you that for certain, as he was my older brother.  He was 16 and I was 10.  I watched the sheriff put him in handcuffs and lead him away.    

His name was John, he was six years my senior, and he's passed on to his just rewards.  I can therefore now tell his story, not to embarrass his memory, but to make the starkest of comparisons between then...and now.

Then?

They threw you in the slammer for almost nothing.  And there was almost no crime.

Now?  

You can do pretty much anything you want to anyone you want, at anytime you want, and nobody gives a sh*t.  And nobody goes to jail.  Why do we need jailers, again?  Is that an improvement?

BTW, one side effect of all this is I learned how to fight.  Having my brother called a "jail bird" sparked many after school dust ups.

My brother was born too soon.  And, ummm, so was I.  I might actually have chosen a different career path had the outlaw ub in me grown up in today's liberal 'Murica.  

Now then, being born today means you can steal the car you want instead of work for it.  You can walk into Bloomingdale's and simply grab an armfull of clothes and walk out.  Without paying.  And if the clerk tries to stop you, he'll get fired.*  It was just reported that San Franpoopco pharmacies are now chaining up their toothpaste.  And their ice cream.  And thier Tide.  With chains.  And padlocks.  

Is this Bizarroo World, or what?  

Yes, yes it is.

While trans wierdos are flashing their tits at White House gettogethers, viewed by none other than our own Bad Conduct Discharged crack-addict and whoremonger, Mr. Hunter Biden, who today will plead in the Delaware District Court to two misdemeanor sweetheart deals in an effort to avoid 10 years in jail for the commission of two felonies.  He perjured himself on Federal Form 4453 when he bought a gun.  Which is a felony.  Which he then threw in a trash can at a supermarket.  Which is a felony.  Forget everything else: where we to do the same thing as the Big Guy's son, it would cost $3.00 to get us a postcard.  

Americans are suffering through record inflation and crime and stultifying overregulation.  And those of us who like to obey the law are conflicted; it would pay so much better to do the Five Finger Discount, now wouldn't it?  

I am not suggesting we revert to the overly harsh sentencing so prevalent in my brother's time, but maybe take a look at whether perpetrators have previous crimes on the books before turning them loose to commit others.  A rap sheet as long as your arm should be enough.

What do you think?

The Answer. Finally.

Forever, we citizens of the U. S. of A. have been subjected to a never-ending barage of nastiness and gaslighting and snipping at our heels from the anti-gun brigade out there.  They blame firearms for what their owners do with them.  They want our weapons taken away.  For some strange reason. 

Maybe so we'll be more compliant?

You know what they say, a disarmed society is a compliant society...

But in the meantime all these harpies have been screaming that guns are more deadly than cars!  At the top of their lungs!  Yet, they don't seem all that concerned about placing blame upon the driver.  Instead of the car.  When everyone knows you can put a 16 year-old behind the wheel of a 4,000 pound missile and he can wipe out an entire family.  On their way to a church social.  

Which is more dangerous?  A 16 year-old kid with a .22 rifle, or a 16 year-old kid with a Corvette?  

Hmmm?

So The Chuckmeister,* a guy who just barely passed math, but who has the geometry of a pool table all mapped out, has come up with a unique mathmatical formula that reduces this whole thing to a simple equation.  Are you ready?  Here goes...

     -  According to the National Transportation Safety Board, 42,795 people died from all sorts of auto accidents in 2022.  

     -  And, according to the Center for Disease Control,** 44,310 people died by gunfire of all types in 2022.

We're getting somewhere, now aren't we?  You'll note those two numbers are not statistically different, one from the other, so for the purposes of this lecture, let's just consider them even.

     -  Okay then, that same NTSA tells us there are 290,800 automobiles in America.  Cars of all types.  Got it?  

     -  And the FB of I (which, I remind you, we can no longer trust) tells us there are approximately 495.400 Firearms*** in America.  Owned by more than 100,000,000 citizens.  

With me so far?  Okay.

     -  So then, there are 40% more firearms in 'Murica than there are automobiles, even though the number of cars and guns are about equal.  

     -  Therefore, seems to me that you're 40% more likely to die in a flaming car wreck than being gunned down by some crazed gangbanger!

Howevvvvver, if you subtract the firearm deaths occurring regularly in Chicago, and Baltimore, and New Yawk City, and Portland, Seattle and Lost Angeles, and all the other Big Blue Cities, like New Orleans, and San Francisco and Philadelphia, where dying by gunfire is as regular as rain, then America becomes the safest Country on Earth!   

Because about one-third of us are armed.  And considered dangerous.  And they, the gun-grabbers, don't know which of us are in that dratted one-third column.  But they're doing everything they can to find out.  

Pluuuuuuuusss, a car can weigh several tons!  A bullet?  Less than an ounce.  Think of it this way:  Would you rather get run over by a charging, 2,500 pound Cape Buffalo, who thinks you wrote him a bad check, or ventilated by a small chunk of lead, weighing less than one-tenth of an ounce?

That's about it, folks.  My mathmatical comparison is now complete, and all those Brady Bunch and Moms Demand Yada Yada can put it where the sun don't shine.  

NRA, you know where to send the check...  

So you now know that cars are statistically far more dangerous than guns, unless you live in Chicago.  Or those other dens of iniquity I mentioned up above.  

Thankyou, thankyou, thankyou.  No applause, please...  

*      Doncha' just love folks who talk about themselves in the third person?

**     Could somebody tell me why the CDC, those folks that seem to think we should all be wearing masks, is in charge of tracking our firearm deaths?  Are bullets diseases?  Or do they just consider them so?

***   That same F B of I tells us there were 150,000,000 firearms in America the day B. Hussein Obama was immaculated.  Just imagine: Obama scared the Electorate so much that, in a short 15 years, he was able to triple - TRIPLE - our gun ownership.  That's why he's been called the Greatest Gun Salesman of All TIme...