Breaking Rules (and Regulation)

Regulation.

Sounds like something that an old person would wish upon their own bowel.

I run to the gutter today, as I believe that is where the nation (as a whole) is headed.

Actually, to the sewer.

Well, I realized that I had said that I would try and keep this column from getting too personal.

As a (former) student of journalism (I’ve now crossed over to a full embrace of Public Relations), but as a former student I remember all-too-well the journalism professor’s admonition to “never get in the way of the story”.

I also remember them telling us that such stories (articles, which EVERYONE always referred to as “stories” – a concept that warrants a future diatribe in another column) – telling us that such stories belong on the OP ED page (opposite the editorial; the editorial page is the page upon which seasoned journalists get to “opine” and / or “vent” (you make the call) — “OP ED” is the page where you (read “kooks” as in “anyone who would take the time to write in to the newspaper), but it is the place where you and I can “vent” and “opine” just across from those professional “kooks” who get paid to be kookie.

Well, what is a blog if not an OP ED page (and thank God, I don’t get paid).

Health Care, revisited

So what rules is ol’ Precipii going to break today?

How ’bout all of them (at least where ObamaNation is concerned).

I try and not make a huge deal out of this, but I suffer from a malady known as Rheumatoid Arthritis (RA, for short).

It (RA) affects my body in such a way that my immune system (which I have learned is much, much more complex than what they teach us in health class; it is more than just white blood cells (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6).

Now the reason I’m spending so much time on this is that I am “stretching” my rules about getting personal as I think my experience here speaks volumes about the coming health care system.

Yesterday … wait, back up.

Six weeks ago, I began thinking I need to get a flu shot.  I started researching what is going on, and I learned that the greatest success rates on the swine flu indicates that the hospital workers who took the mist (the one containing the live virus) were having fewer incidences of catching the flu than those who took the injections (containing “dead” virus).

So, I have to stop taking my arthtritis meds, which lower my immune system.  By going off the meds, my immune system re-bolsters itself in about four weeks (I think two weeks, actually, as my arthritis started back again after about two weeks) – but anyhow, my immune system is “cooking with gas” four weeks into it.

So, yesterday I go to the health clinic in my nearest, large, metropolitan city and I fill out the paperwork (being careful not to lie, which in hindsight, I should’ve done anyway), but they ask me if my immune system is compromised.

Now I have a note from my doctor telling them that I’ve been off my immune system-inh8ibiting drugs for well over four weeks and that he’s instructed me not to take my arthritis meds for another two weeks, but the nurse has to go talk to her supervisor anyway.

Her supervisor (of course, being smarter than all the other doctors in the world, combined, and for God sakes being from the GOVERNMENT and all – (probably just promoted from the DMV) TRUMPS my doctor and says I only qualify for the dead virus).

I endure four weeks of arthritis pain, not being able to sleep, just so some nit-wit in a public office can over-ride the prescription set out by doctors who have earned degrees and somehow have careers that lead them into actual practice, rather than playing god in some public health care facility!

WELCOME, america, to the new health care system!

The bottom line, I ask the nurse “does the injection work equally well against the swine flu as does the mist” to which she replied “yes”.

Now, her answer is not consistent with the research I’ve been reading on the subject (1, 2, 3) (note how public officials, health care workers and police and firemen are getting the MIST !!!).

The bottom line is that here we have yet another public official playing god.

I am told, by a health department (and contrary to my regular doctor’s orders) that I am not “qualified” to take the mist (I wonder if the health care system is “qualified” to give me a vacation or something to make up for the agony I’ve been through while off my RA meds?).

Well, I know I’m whining over these sour grapes, but you know what – you will be too, one day.

This is what the future of YOUR health care looks like.

On top of this, I get home from the health department visit only to read that there are new “studies” out that indicated that cheaper (and much more dangerous to my over-all health) drugs are available that work equally well to the more expensive drugs I know take (those that actually work and cause much fewer side effects).

Welcome, once again to your future.

Now a panel of medical scientists (equally adept, I would bet, to the all-knowing, all-seeing supervisor down at the public health clinic – oh, which I had to go to because it was the ONLY place in an expansive vicinity that had the flu mist) – but this panel of scientists (public-funded, no doubt) now says that I can do equally well on the other drugs.

Let me tell you about the one they recommend.

It’s called Methotrexate, and it “used” to be used to treat pediatric leukemia…and it really, really makes one ill.

I really did not pay much attention to how much better my arthritis was when I was taking it, because I was constantly dealing with have zero energy, feeling clammy (you know that feeling you get when you have a high fever, like say for instance when related to, oh, I don’t know, say the swine flu?)…and then there was the nausea, the sore muscles, the over-riding feeling that this “treatment” must be doing more harm than good.

Then there is the baseline liver biopsy that they have to do.

They take that device they use on pregnant women (ultrasound) and some technician scans your liver.  Then you lie in that room for what seems like an eternity.

Then they wheel you into this next, big room where they take all your clothes off (not that a gown constitutes clothes) and you lay on a cold, steel table waiting on the doctor and nurses.  He comes in with this big gun and places it on your iodine-covered side…get’s it into position and then gets cold feet.

“How long before he had the ultra-sound?”, he asks (a real confidence builder)…”too long…too long (and he cusses, under his breath).

He looks at the nurses, then decides to go ahead with it anyhow (just before telling me he is worried because organs like the liver can “float” within your body and he uses the ultrasound to be certain he is hitting my liver).

The big, spring-loaded “gut” that he places on my side has a very long, very heavy gauge needle that he pushes through my side to pierce my liver (thank God for local anesthetic) and once inserted, he pulls the trigger which drives another needle down the first to essentially take a “core” (like coring a pineapple) sample of my liver.

I’m supposed to get this procedure done on a periodic basis with the Methotrexate-treatment option (the one favored by public health clinics, and publicly-funded “pseudo-scientists” who come up with such studies – same guys who predict how much vaccine we will need to prevent the coming pandemic – probably also predicted by publicly -funded “scientists”.

Again, welcome to your new health care system.

Are you cozy yet?

Under capitalism, and free choice, I am still able to take my biologics, which, by the way, actually treat the disease (and not the symptoms) and I don’t get all sick on them, and I don’t have to have my liver ruptured on a periodic basis.

But God knows the public option has to be the best for THIS patient.

To quote ol’ Lynard Skynard in “Freebird” – “Now I’m as free, as a bird now ‘how ’bout you, Atlanta?’

I just wonder how long we (how ’bout you, America?) will stay free in the coming Obama health-care system with all its egomaniacs, sham science and people with Napolean complexes down at the local clinic playing god with the health of OUR bodies, human.

 

By the way.  I wouldn’t even bother with the flu vaccine, but the biologics I take (and the same goes for Methotrexate) lower my immune system making me more vulnerable for contracting the swine flu.

Since I’m a guinnea pig in all this, just had to share my experience.  I think it offers great insight into what awaits us all in the coming years.

I’m so appreciative to Harry Reid, Nancy Pelosi, the Clintons and Obama for all this “love” they so kindly share.  Now, why don’t you bug off and leave us be. We’d like to get on with taking care of our own bodies (as the doctors all tell me – the decisions for my treatments all rest with me).

Regal Regulation

It reminds me of the quote from Sigmund Freud.

The story goes that some of his colleagues pointed out to the pillar who founded one branch of thinking on the subject of psychology that his smoking a cigar, by the very definition of human behavior that he founded, constituted an oral fixation.

His classic reply was “sometimes a cigar is just a smoke”.

There is a certain arrogance and pomp in Sir Sigmund’s response.

It would seem there is a similar arrogance going on today in health care.

Over and over we hear the Democrats speak of how it was unregulated capitalism that has caused the nation to be in the state of chaos in which it now exists, and yet…have we not had almost one, whole year of Obama’s brand of regulation?  Where is the prosperity.

But I digress.

Now, the President has come out and stated that for the purpose of the national emergence that is the H1N1 (swine flu) virus, that we must lift federal regulation so that hospitals can cut through red tape to prevent a pandemic.

Why can’t we cut through the same red tape to put people back to work?

Why do we need the red tape in the first place?

Granted, airlines need certain regulations to ensure a certain standard of maintenance and pilot acumen is being met.  I agree with that.

It is an extreme circumstance.

But how extreme is the swine flu?  How much of this is simply playing on basic human psychology and preying upon the fear of a pandemic (that, by the way, may or may not exist).

Have you heard the joke about the fellow standing on a street corner waving his arms?

Guy walks up to him and says “what are you doing, fella?”.

“I’m keeping away the pink elephants,” he replies.

Well, thank goodness someone is keeping away the pink elephants.

In no way do I mean to suggest that the swine flu is a pink elephant.  It is perfectly normal for pigs to be pink, and for socialists to be pinko.

I do know that a pandemic is a very serious thing, and I believe that one death (child or adult) is one too many.

Staying in bed, drinking plenty of fluids for hydration and doing all you can to get healthy and remain healthy is a must.

I feel the same about our economy and our society in general.

So when is it OK to lift regulation?  When it helps your image, perhaps?

Oh well, I suppose Freud was right.

A cigar can be just a smoke, and there are some who will buy a pig in a polk.

The whole thing is making me a bit feverish.

Guess I’ll try and regulate it with some good, common sense and old-fashioned capitalism (I’ll take two store-bought aspirin and go to bed).

A Time for Reflection

Ahhh, reflection.

Ain’t it grand?

Narcissus thought so.

You remember that cat, don’t you?  You know, the one from Bullfinches?

Bullfinch, you ask?

Yes, Bullfinches, you see, was (and probably is, for any who still read) the  pentultimate collection of Greek Mythology.

And so, what of this Narcissus?  Well, you’ve heard of Narcissim, surely?

If not, let me give you an example, (ahem…well, let my friend’s at “Real Clear Politics” give you an example from our recent history…back before all the hullaballo that goes on in the moment).

Perhaps next week we can talk of that cat who flew too close to the sun…now what was his name?  Oh, yes, that Icarus fellow.

Now, there is some REAL globular warming!

Tooooaaaasty!

(Say Albert…maybe when you and B.O. get finished polishing your Nobel Paprazzi Peace Prizes, and looking at your reflection in them, maybe the two of you will want to hop aboard Icarus Air and take a quick jaunt to see how well his wings of wax are holding up. While you are at it, you can give us all a status report on the solar flare activities and perhaps a ski report or two looking down from on high at one of the earliest ski resort record snows in history.  Looks like it’s gonna be an icey one, fellas!  Maybe you guys will want to re-think that whole “re-writing” history thing as well…huh, guys?).

A “wrap-up” on the week’s wrap-ups that is “all wrapped-up” (just, not too tight, please!)

Ever felt a bit “constrained” ?

How Ironic...she appears to be "in bondage", and America is...in "Obama-bond"

I know that I do.

I know I said I’d not get personal in this column, but the fact is, this is an opinion-based blog.  Its mission as a rag is to be driven to (vainly) be humorous, at times, but always to be driven to try and be published in a manner that displays at least “something” about the most significant news story(or stories) of the past week.

Now, this is NOT my day job, and in no way pays my bills.  Now that I’m working long, long hours, I basically only have the weekends to “opine”.

So, the column is taking a new “flave” for a bit…”wrap-ups” (and what a week to begin them, huh?  ref the pic above, hee, hee).

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Enough already about “wrap-ups” (beginning to make me feel like some people are wrapped just a little too tight).

But, what an irony, huh?

Our Commander-in-Thief is constraining us with health care, robbing us of our inherited wealth (and then re-distributing it to people who should inherit only the, let’s see, how does it go?  “inherit the wind, but reap the whirlwind” ??? – remember “God moves in a wind storm”, and this is how both Noah and Moses remembered the “harkening” of His divine presence…but, that’s another story, ENTIRELY), and generally “mucking things up”.

And now we have to be jap-slapped with this hoo-ha about “America (sic, WOMEN) being constrained”.

YAWN.

Let’s see, what about these people where “constraints” are concerned?

What is it, that quote, you know the one…concerns “doom” (and who is doomed when they forget (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, ψ)).

So, “what of it“, you might ask?

Well, “let me tell ya” (it is, as I’ve so many times stated, an opinion column, after-all) -

when people forget what happens when humans begin yielding to their nasty, human nature, baaaaaad thangs start to happen, that’s what!

Real bad.

Real, real bad.

For the first time, I think, Madame Pelosi’s sense and sensibility is beginning to serve her (it remains to be seen whether she will demonstrate some personal responsibility).

But the point is, she is beginning to sense that the world is becoming an extremely “constrained” place (as IF, EVERYONE…did not already perceive that tid-bit – the internet is, after all, making it a smaller and smaller place (let’s all get “small”, eh, Steve-a-reeno“?).

Well, I guess I should say, everyone, who remembers history (and histoi in the making).

The most disturbing thing, for me, about the vid of the Madame, is not her tears (of/for fear? yuck, yuck), but rather, that one, singularly-”prickly”,  statement … “the ears that it is falling on…are not as balanced“as those making the statements”.

Now who, on earth, could she be referring to? Not as balanced?

Well, I guess balanced is, as balanced do.

OK…Politicians Lie – enough, already

Whoop-et-tee.

Here’s a news-breaking story for you.

Politician’s lie.

subhead:

For once, team Obama tells the truth.

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Only thing is, he gets it tea-totally wrong about George Bush.

But this is the way of the unqualified lie, told by extremely qualified liars.

Barrack Obama comes from Chicago-land.

It is the place where corrupt and scoundrelous, unmitigated liars are born.  It is their breeding ground; a maggot’s nest of smarmy politicians.

Let’s see, I simply can not remember the Greek or Athenian or other “of that ilk”, but his famous quote was “All [Athenians, let's say] are liars (and then he, it is related, was an Athenian).

So, if all were liars, and he was one of them and made that statement, it would then mean he was lying, which means they all tell the truth (Athenians)…yikes…which in turn would mean, he was lying.

I tell ya, you can’t win with those Greek philosophers.

Or with politicians.

During times of universal deceit, telling the truth becomes a revolutionary act.

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-George Orwell

Ah, the truth…how revolutionary indeed.

For a politician to tell it, especially a braying donkey, now that would be revolutionary indeed.

It seems a universal truth to me, once you cut through the bull, that a Democrat is a liar by his very nature.

He can’t help it.

He lies to himself with such beliefs as “There is no God”, or “We can win the war on poverty” (the bible, old-as-it-is, still prevails “we will always have the poor”).

Cut through the mumbo-jumbo, and you’ll find truths, slapping you in the face.

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…and all this time, I thought this was “Spock” who said this one (eh, eh).

For example, one could make the statement (circular again) that ALL politicians are liars.

George Bush would have been lying then, when he made the “mis-statement” aboard that aircraft carrier that “the war was won” (in truth, one phase of it was won that day – but the media spun the story so, that it became yet another brick in the wall for a case that all politicians are liars).

If you stick to that maxim, then Obama is a liar.  That said, he lies when he calls us liars.

So what is the real truth?

The great enemy of the truth is very often not the lie–diliberate, contrived, and dishonest–but the myth–persistent, persuasive, and unrealistic.

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-John Fitzgerald Kennedy

The real truth is, we have a President who has been defined as Superman, and the savior of man (I think he is neither).

He is just a man.

Talk about your myths.

So are we to believe such as this ?

Why would we ?

The fact is, the two sides here can continue to act like school children (really more the donkeys right now than the pachyderms), or they can stand on the truth, on tried and true methods, and they can listen to their constituents who are tired of all the crap.

Let’s see some responsibility come out of Washington.

Now is the time for the Republicans to “seize the day”…they are literally poised for it.

Over, and over, and over we have been hearing the mantra “Bush lied, people died” – well, think about this quote, comrades…

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Perhaps the real revolution that is going on in America today has nothing what-so-ever to do with this so-called “mandate” of Obama’s, but rather, the very real opportunity that sits in the laps of Republicans to step up to the plate and “do the right thing” ; your people are screaming for it.

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Don’t spend any more of our hard-earned money.

You’ve got pimp-daddies in Acorn who are screwing the country and everybody else around them.

It’s like a feeding frenzy of sharks, and I don’t want them to take down the ship.

We do not err because truth is difficult to see. It is visible at a glance. We err because this is more comfortable.

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-Alexandr Solzhenitsyn

Sure, sure.

Universal health care will help us all, universally.

Just like AIDS has been cured in France, or Norway, or Britain.

Just like they are beating Cancer in Germany.

Let’s see now – what was the last, great medical breakthrough of grand scientific nature that came out of a socialist nation?

Madame Curie’s radium, perhaps?  Or Pasteur’s germ-killing heat?  Maybe it was a cure for syphilis in Amsterdam?

Let’s see now, what do we, here in America, have to our own, capitalist, credit?

PET scans, CT Scans, MRI’s, biologics, artificial hearts, stem cells that are NOT derived from aborted human beings (thank you, President Bush) – what else?  I’m sure the list goes on, and on, and on.

To hell with “power to the people” – power to the people who invest.

Who invest their time in hard work.

Who invest their moneys in innovation.

Who invest their lives in improving the lot of everyone in this great nation.

And you know what else?

To hell with lying politicians who create myths about themselves and try and get us to swallow some universal lie like “free health care to everyone” – ain’t nuthin’ in this life free, ‘cept for the lies told by a lazy, thievin’ mule.

“Big, Fat Zero”…Hero

(or why I gave up socialist ‘bombs’ and learned to love a realistic account of history)

OK.

So you heard it here first.

Superman is really one of the “President’s of the United States“.

But, understand something PLEASE !

The first article was not about Obama, really.  It was about team Obama.

It was about the love-fest that led (and leads) to mega-maniacal, ego-bloated, ego-mania.

It is zeitgeist on cocaine.

But here is the problem with this “form” of zeitgeist – it is NOT representative of the national “mood”, but rather, it only represents the mood of his Kook-aide drinking minions.

So they say it (this foray into America’s classroom) is nothing more than hero worship by a bunch of “Lord of the Flies” zeros.

Well even zeros can cause a great deal of damage.

Look at Columbine.

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Michael Moore.

What are you gonna do with him?

Here he comes, out of the woodwork again, to lead a pep rally for his blue-collar buds.

“Capitalism is baaaad”, they shout.

You ever heard of the dog that bights the hand that feeds it?

It was the “Summer of Love“, 1968.

A bunch of dumb-assed kids, fat and bloated on their momma’s and daddy’s seeming endless supply of monies, got together for a “love feast” now infamously known only as “Woodstock”.

It defined (and defied) a generation, really.

They were hopped up on their weed, and their cocaine, and they defied conventional wisdom, their parents, their Nation, and I would argue, even their God.

They thumbed their noses at responsibility, at tradition, at their own homes – they basically made it so that home was no longer a hospitable place at all.

Like their love feast, it was a muddy, disease-infested mess of muck, mixed with excessive sin and of course, the mire that results.

And now ladies and gentlemen we have Michael Moore, entering, stage left and trying his damnedest (with a bunch of other hard-luck hippies who wish to re-kindle a past best left Manson dead) waltzing on the scene and resurrecting what was really a hate-fest in disguise and all aimed at the heart of America, of God and of capitalism.

Thank you Michael Moore.

Here’s hoping (literally) that you trip on your bong, fall face-first in the mire and are forever choked beyond speech by the very mess you and yours so happily created.

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On Propaganda (yet again)

I re-visited some of my prior articles and noted Hitler’s views on “big lies and little truths” from Mein Kempf.

It causes me to earnestly re-think this in light of this propaganda move by the President and by the White House.

I know they’ve been endlessly compared to the little Furor, but…common guys, this bit with the school children is truly below the belt, even for a bunch of Nazi’s.

And the propaganda wheel turns ’round, and ’round.

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When Abundance KILLS

I walked down to the lower 40 (probably about 40, square centimeters) to pick some tomatoes for my morning breakfast and noted the withering vine.

Of course, in part, it is owed to the time of year (although of the last several years I have been known to pick them Christmas day), but in most part, as are all things from the world of agrarian production, they are wholly (well, it would seem) dependent on the weather.

This global warming is of little concern to me this year, but everyone I know is talking of the incredible amount of rainfall we’ve encountered (in particular where it has affected our tomato crops – for we hillbilly’s LOVES our ‘maters).

Well, the lower, back-yard sits on what is known in some collective, socialist, root-kissing circles (root-kissers are the next evolution for tree-huggers) as a “blue waterway”.

Now, I’ve been here going on five years now, and normally the blue waterway is nothing more than dried clay.  We have a wet year, and it becomes a mix of creek and swamp.

So, as you can see, too much water and the next thing I know my tomato crop is halved and my cypress trees begin to die.

It’s a soggy, boggy…suck! (like a root-kisser).

You pray for water as a farmer, but you don’t want to over-do your prayers.

Nasty Maters: excess ANYTHING, and we all wither on the vine

Too much of a good thing.

A metaphor for the hedonistic yet morbidly vapid approach the spendthrift Dems take in “running” our great Nation (to its knees, actually) – a fruit that withers on the vine due to excess hydration is a prime example of “too much” liberal, socialist policy.

You wind up with rotten tomatoes.

I think the same principle applies to governing (in fact, all things farming are a form of governing; remember the terminology in its “exact” interpretation – to govern, after all, is to limit (as in a governor on an engine)).

in farming, you always want just the right mix of everything.  This is the recipe for success.

Too much fertilizer and you burn the plants.

Too much water and they rot from the root up.

Too much sun…you get the picture.

I think we’ve had too much Obamanation, personally.

Too much socialism.

Point-in-fact; let’s paint a picture of a world where the Dems get all the socialist programs their hearts so madly (and recklessly) desire.

Can you imagine a glut of doctors and nurses in this country?

Well, under Obamanation, it is exactly what you’ll receive.

Once the programs are in place, medical universities will become clearing houses.  They will pipe students through programs like, well…”pate de foie gras” through a goose.

That’s right, folks.

Our esteemed and hallowed halls will become indoctrination mills for up-and-comers from God-only-knows where.

I mean, how do you think they will handle the increased demand that their “give-away-health-care” will place on the society ?

When salt flows free, it ruins the flavor of food.

When a health-care system will provide your every need, we’ll even be expected to eat at the government fast-food houses.

Everything, and I mean literally everything, will be incorporated into the health-care system.

We’ll buy our groceries at hospitals.

Probably our smart cars (imagine just how those mean, old seat-belts affect your health) will be mandated as “USDA-approved as so-so-so GOOD FOR YOU!”.

Mega-SMART!

If your neighbor barks at you because your dog is crapping in his yard – he (your neighbor) will be  a candidate for “anger management” school (and, NO, he won’t have an option).

“It’s a mandate for improving our society”, don’t you know.

You’re probably sitting back saying, “Precipii, you’re over the edge on this one” – HELL YES, I stay over the edge.

I promised you when I started this blog that it would be edgy, and I hope I always live up to it (gotta release the talons sometimes to go on a hunger-hunt).

So, how would “plenty” kill a falcon?  How does a falcon know when he’s had just about ENOUGH?

Eat too many rats provided from a “system” that gives you anything your heart desires, and even a falcon’s fat gut won’t take flight.

A falcon knows when to quit stuffing his gut with government propagated propagandai.

Can’t get off the ground?  Stop eating at the government pig-sty.

This system is promising everything in the world, to anybody dumb enough to believe it.

It’s simply too good to be true, and it is put forth by a bunch of do-gooder Dems who always promise the moon and stars (and deliver nothing but more graft, greed and heart-ache for you and me).

Think “union” here (and all the wonderful, wonderful things those blue-collar bums have done for you and me, lately).

The reason I believe that capitalism will ultimately prove to withstand the maelstrom that is this Obamanomics, or socialist onslaught, or radical agenda (or whatever you want to call this “thing” that is the Obama-rovoltalution) is as obvious as the nose on your face…it is putrefying sin.

It is slothful, it is greedy, it is bloated on too much excess (and oh so too, excessively so).

Do you really believe that I will not plant tomatos again next year?

Or that farmers will re-plant corn after a rough year…or buy new hogs, or head’s of cattle, or sheep?

Life will go on, and so will the process of ex-change.

Next year, we may have the perfect mix of rain and sun, and fertile-fertile soil.  If not next year, maybe the year after.

But, it will come again.

Every farmer knows this.

Whether you’re farming for beef, or for grain, or for ‘taters (or how about simply digging silicon up out of the ground) – whatever your racket, I guarantee you that capitalism assures you a plentiful crop once again in the future.

The dems run on running out.

Capitalism runs on faith that we’ll never run out.

It assures us that we will once again walk on the moon.

It assures us there will be brighter days (and no, it is not MY God…it is simply the plan that my God set before me – read your bible – it (capitalism) far, far pre-dates Marx, and Lenin, and Lennon – damned hippies and their sandal-wearing perversions).

And thus, the spirit of capitalist adventure, and of capital reinvestment (in some by-God something that makes sense – more so than a government-run any by-God thing), of the real hope that capitalism assures (with Adonai’s blessing, of course) – it will, once again (like my tomatoes) THRIVE!

Such is life in the agrarian world.

But such is life also, in the mechanized world of production.

So is life in the computerized world of Bernoulli’s machine (1, 2, 3, 4) – there will be feast once again!  You can compute on it.

It does compute!

You can count on it.

Capitalism will survive this massive onslaught that is (and has been) the Democrats “answer” to what ails us.

That’s really their problem, you know?

They think they know.

They do not.

They think they know our bodies better than we know them ourselves!

And how, you might ask?

They think they are God Almighty!

They’ve been conditioned to think this way.

It is in the spirit of “you can do anything” (reference what teachers and other polly-anna’s will tell ya anymore).

Well, if you can do anything, donkey, strap a rocket to your ass and fly yourself to the moon sans-capital.

Without money, you might make it to El Segundo.

They think they know what ails us, and none of those poker-playing assholes in Congress really get it (was it poker or solitaire those bastards were playing last week? 1, 2, 3).

We are tired of their damned shenanigans.

Tired of bills they’ve published, but never read.

Tired of incompetence, and most-of-all, double-dog tired of morons who have been indoctrinated and then turned loose on this social structure and government without an inkling of either good sense, or even (methinks) real ability to do their f***ing jobs.

That is the way of internet education (back in my day, it was related to receiving a doctorate through the mail from some institution with a high-sounding name like “Prince-Town U” or something).

Ah, it is a poor musician who blames his instrument (and God, how I do love the net).

I believe that government has proven itself highly capable of such acts in the past.

Look at what a joke our government has become (and is becoming).

Soon, by God, we will rival even France, or dare I say it?  Quebec !

Now, the truth is, I believe there is probably a French underground (just like when Hitler was in charge), and I mean no ill-will toward the Francs.  The fact is, I like the fellas (and their gals).  Hell, one could make the case that I am part French (and probably, the better part).

But the fact also remains, that in our heart’s and minds, they represent a center of socialist “intellectual” thought, and this is why I pick on them (at them, really – it’s fast becoming a cliche).

Intellectualism can not be bound by some “old-country” thought.

But the fact remains, look at the examples set by others.

Look at the Nordsmen, or the Slavs, or the Ruskies, or the Chinamen for heaven’s sake.

Where on earth has socialism actually worked ?

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So, what of abundance?

Well, when the money grows on the government tree, you can bet your bottom dollar (little as it will be worth) that not only will its value be in decline, but the value of everything else will be too.

This is the way of socialism.

Like my tomato plants, liberal application of water causes the plant to rot from the roots up.

This is what happens when kiss-slobber gets all over your roots.

Too much water (and too much groupie-love) will infect the whole body (and probably with more than just feel-good feelings – can you say “razor-blades” ???).

Like a social disease (and that is exactly what socialism is), too much of this “good thing” will cause the entity (you and me) to wither and die, just like my tomatoes (or worse; God, how I hate self-inflicted pain).

We really do not want to be forced to survive such nonsense.

Personally, I’ve simply just had – too much…Obama.

Pharaoh, let my people go.

You and yours, Sir, are simply, obviously, and patently…too, too much.

It is, simply put, time for moderation.

HIGH, time.

Roll ooooon, Big Pachy

Well, have you heard the one that Drudge reported yesterday?

Republicans now outnumber Dems in every, single state in the, “ahem”…union.

Every state!

You know what…this is about a helluva lot more than health care.

In my community (I live in the deep, dark mountains of the deep, dark South – down here,  when we’re born, we come out shooting) – but in my community, they seem to think that over-whelmingly their constiuents support banning concealed carry in our local parks.

Go figure.

I guess our elected officials believe that all the NE liberal Yankees have moved into our sleepy, little town.

Well, wake up geniuses!  We Southern boys are still here, and we are still carrying our guns in spite of your stupid laws.

When the federal government (under Obama, mind you) passes legislation that sais we can carry our guns in the Great Smoky Mountains (protecting ourselves from moonshiners, dope runners and scofflaws making camps up there), and you won’t let us do the same here in our city and county parks – what the hell?

I tell ya what the hell – the officials are a bunch of chicken-shits who think we are going to turn them on them.

Well, guess what geniuses – DO YOUR DAMNED JOBS!

We HIRED you, and yes, we WILL fire you.

Do you actually think your frickin laws mean anything to us now?

You’ve literally pissed right in our faces and down our backs.

The convential wisdom doesn’t lie.

People are turning in droves, back to the conservatives.

They have seen the way you do business.

You are tricky, and you don’t care about your base, you care more about your agenda.

And here is what I believe…brothers and sisters…

I believe it is about more than concealed carry issues in local parks – I believe it is about people being damned tired of having agendas shoved down their throats.

I believe it is about freedom-loving people who are on the verge of literal hand-to-hand in order to get their freedom back.

So pass your damned laws.

Most of us law-abiding citizens are going to ignore the damned things and carry our guns anyhow.

And one more thing -

Don’t tread on a viper that still has its venom – and…its teeth!

The Seeds of Discontent

Ever watch dandelion seeds?

Come on.

Every kid knows what it is like to pick up that white, globular, feathery lollipop on stick and send its seeds (much to the discontent of every lawn meister) scattering throughout creation to as far as the four winds will carry them.

Give it a week or so, and the yellow sentinels begin to multiply like rabbits, along with my blood pressure. They take over the whole neighborhood (if you let them).

Last week, we witnessed what the media and the left are branding as “kooks” get all upset over socialized health care at all these town hall meetings.

Shirts were torn, dignity flew out the window, and all respect for freedom was as shredded as that poor man’s shirt we saw so much of in the press last week.

Normally, I do not take part in civil discourse (of the assembling variety).

The sixties and seventies pretty much turned me off to that.

I hate protesters, loathe protesting, and generally can not stand for the “sit-in” crowd – so I avoid it like the plague that I believe it is.

This week, I feel so motivated and will change that attitude.

I did not participate in the tea parties.

I did not get “up in arms” at the townhall meetings these government officials were holding to measure the pulse of their constituency over socialized health care (as if they had no clue as to what was coming from the polls and conventional wisdom).

I guess they only listen to the polls they choose to listen to.

Well this week, in my little community, there is a sinister, big, bad government that is ready to countermand our State-level regulation that states that we have the right (responsibility, I believe) to carry hand guns (concealed, of course) in our parks (I wonder how many joggers would have been raped in central park were those magnificent New Yorkers and all their vain-glorious laws and rules and regulations able to carry pistolios in their parks?).

When my Grandpa was still living, he revealed something to me that I think no one else knew about him.

On the outside, he appeared the consummate Republican, but behind the scenes was a slightly different story.

He never gave (I don’t think) a red cent to the party.

He told me “the only thing worth contributing to is the NRA.  It is the only thing standing between you, and big government, and even bigger politicians”.

Now, more than ever, I agree with old Grandad.

He had it just about right.

When people get attacked for speaking their hearts, liberty dies.

The politicians are now completely unregulated.  They are running amok, forcing their policies, bright ideas (and the taxation that pays for them) down our gullets.

And so now,  I feel so motivated.

I’ll go to our townhall meeting and I’ll tell those fat-assed, cigar-chomping politicians what I think about them taking away now even our right to protect ourselves in this “so-called” free society.

I’ll tell them what I think about their policies and their procedures and their “due” process (and maybe something about their lousy opinion polls too).

I’ll tell them that they are trying to get away with rape, and with murder (of the worst order), and they wish to take away our guns to ensure that they get away with this menace they represent.

I’ll also tell them that now that I’m a man, I don’t pick up the dandelion seeds and scatter them any more.  Now, I grip them in my fist and throw them in the garbage in my house where they belong.

Landfills would look much better covered in dandelions.

Oh, and did I mention that my lawn is nothing but green, green grass?

That is what happens when you tend to things reckless, radical, deviant and prolific.

Let them get out of control, and they take over everything.

Now there is a place for the little yellow monsters, and I believe they are well-suited to grow in the garbage dump – BUT NOT IN MY BACKYARD !!!

There MUST be something there to protect the individual, and our right to keep and bear arms provides that avenue to the responsible and to the true lovers of freedom, liberty and democracy.

So this week, I will exercise my right to assembly.

I will exercise my right to be heard by my city officials, and the right that guarantees this by backing up my words with unabashed and carnivorous pearly white incisors (or shiny copper jackets, take your pick).

Thank you, Grandad.

Thank you for always standing for what you believed, and instilling that wisdom and courage in me.

And now, on to the next phase of the “Obama-lution”.

May the peace of God be with us as we seek to eradicate the seeds of this vile, soul-less and statist revolution that so defines these scumbag, hippie-pigs from the left.

Unlike Hitler’s Brownshirts and gestapo, you are NOT going to get away with murder in America’s heartland.

Not in the green, green grass of my peaceful little town, anyway (and it’s peaceful because everyone knows that we will take care of business with guns we’ve held in our hands since we were each and all five years of age!).

Me, Hindu and Halston

It was the seventh grade.

I can still see those lamps, hanging from the ceiling.  The room seemed like it was a “squared off” corner of a gymnasium.

The lamps were exactly the kind you’d see in a gym, armored with thin tin and wire cage, with big, yellow bulbs that gave off an almost sickening yellow “haze” that was just enough to read by – maybe a little better than candle light.

The room smelled the whole year of the paint that some school board member bought and paid for so that the teachers, out of work for Summer vacation, could be hired to paint the rooms in the school.  The floors were that putty-colored tile.

And then there was this blackboard that stretched all across the room in front of me, and there was a row of windows behind me.  I sat in the front row of a rank that faced another rank directly across in front of me with a gap running down the middle that reminded me of a barracks, and the drill instructor was a cat named Horny Haskill.

That was what we called him.  I don’t remember his name, and I hate remembering even this, and hate even more conjuring it up from the recesses of my soul for the purpose of this article.  But I think it is worth it, given the current times.

Horny Haskill would stride up and down this center isle, treating us like a bunch of low-lifes (worse than the way Marines are treated in movies).

As the year progressed, the boys in the class began to dwindle.  The subject was Tennessee History (and to this day, I feel cheated for that year – I would have learned a lot more had it not been for the duress I am about to describe).

Horny Haskill would “lean” on the little boys in this class.

“Come join me at my table,” was the call…and,  “Any of you boys want extra credit, you can come to the front and sit at my table”.

To my right, there was a big desk (like those in kindergarten, all oak and big and heavy and flat)…that was the center of his kingdom.  Behind it was the blackboard Haskill always used (so we had to crane our heads to the right to look at him as he lectured, there behind his band of little, brave, boy soldiers).

He also was fond of showing film strips.

I can’t remember if he would sneak boys out of the class room or not – I’ve probably repressed it if he did; I know I stayed the hell away from the bastard.  I can remember him sitting up at the “head” table during the slide shows and movies – God only knows what those young boys might be repressing even to this day.

The hell of it was, after the first little boy went up there, Horney Haskill would give him “special” duties.  He’d get to call the roll, or act as the monitor for the class if Horny Haskill had to go to the bathroom (which he did, quite frequently).

Of course, his “little angel” boys would be just as tyrannical as their master.

Toward the end of the year, there were three of us left among the ranks of the girls in the classroom – me, Hindu and Halston.

I remember one day, Haskill was especially intent on keying on me.  I was almost ready to get my books and go up to the “head” table (as we called it), but a little girl sitting next to me said “Don’t do it, Jim”.

I scooted back in my seat.

I know we were all tempted (we ALL wanted to take home good grades to our parents), and I don’t blame (necessarily) all the other little boys.  The pressure the teacher applied to us was immense, and I was humiliated, tired and demoralized, as I know was everyone else in the class.

If you are wondering what is the purpose of all this story (and you haven’t guessed by now) – I went to a high school that has the distinction of also being the Alma mater of a very prominent United States Senator.

I understand after a golf match yesterday that the scuttlebutt is that this Republican Senator “caved” on the Sotomayor confirmation.

Crossing over to the left, for me, is just like giving in to Horney Haskill – joining his ranks at his “head” table.  You have become a part of the frey…selling your soul to the alternate of goodness, or more simply put, to the devil himself.

It is the liberals who foster this kind of extreme, draconian, morose sort of hell that we were forced to endure there at my school in the seventh grade.

So many are willing to cross over, be it for grades, or for money.

They will sell their souls to the very antithesis of what it is that got them elected to high office in the first place.

They will “cave” in order to perpetuate “the system”.

In essence, they have become their own straw boss, locking themselves in immortal, and inescapable chains.

They have compromised all, and fallen on their swords.

I don’t have a lot good to say about this prominent Senator right now.  Thanks to him, all things conservative have taken yet another, major blow.

But I can tell ya this -

I’m glad that little girl sitting next to me in that class helped me when my courage was faltering…I’m glad I stayed the course, and I thank God above not only for that little girl, but for Hindu and Halston as well.

We held the line that year of hell.  We did not give in.

It is unfortunate that GOP officials do not have the integrity of those twelve-year olds in Haskill’s class.

(The names have been changed to protect the innocent).