The Annihilation of Nihilism

The Banality of Comfort and Love in the kingdom of self

When existence has no substance, does it exist at all?

Of course we can argue that space exists, and for years we thought it was a complete vacuum – a sort of nonexistence; a place reduced to absolute nothing-ness; empty, null — vast, and void.

And then our Astronauts described its scent.

Nothingness appears in the mind’s eye only and yet presenting with it an odor.

Deconstructing self. Of, by and through – one’s self.

How utterly feeble to exist only perceived in a vast array of unknown by a single sense locked in plain sight but available only to the traveler’s nostril.

One of bacon, rotten eggs and gun powder.

So let’s talk about what is left in the wake of those who choose the paths of destruction, or that of philosophy based in an empty void.

The mentality is a simple one, and its allure, grand. It can be reduced to a phrase open to much speculation on its nature as a profane; an outcast with potential origins in stoicism, Buddism and Taoism.

Embrace the Suck

–Historynet

Ross Perot comedically used the concept in his less-than-laughable bid for the Presidency in which he described yielding to globalist and collectivist mentality (in the form of NAFTA) as leaving in its wake a “giant sucking sound“.

Ah, nature does love a vacuum. Until it realizes there is no deodorant for the void suckering it in. It is the culmination of devotion to the nothing, ripping it apart to true nothingness as if by the grand maul force of a mega-black hole of self-aggrandizement, absorbing substance, odor (and even light) in its putrid embrace of only its own gnarled and bony rib cage and prison over which that same self is warden.

Now there is nature’s deodorizer…the absolute vacuum.

You know for me, nothingness leaves a sense of despair, and not hope.

It is embracing the wind. It’s playing air guitar. It’s just silly and ridiculous and leads to and yields — nothing. Like the result of a child lost forever in fantasy and never growing up to the glory of adulthood.

I choose not to embrace the vapor, but rather to embrace what is real. What is absolute. What can be defined in real terms, and not those utterly of one’s own imagination.

It is a form of nihilism to “embrace the suck”.

The adversity will always exist, with or without yielding to the void.

Even in the depths of the black hole, that force exists.

In living, death is constantly ripping at the cells that make the physical you, whole and alive.

But consider this.

What is life without a perception of it? And that comes not from the physical, but rather what is perceived (not contrived) in the mind and soul.

There is the “unconscious” mind as it is so often defined – the one that keeps the physical clock ticking.

If its counter-part, the conscious mind, were to be cast into naught, until its end of days the unconscious mind would keep the living matter alive.

But can that solitary existence be defined as life?

It is as empty of thought as the odoriferous void, incapable of anything but mere and ill-perceived (if at all), existence.

Tangible, yes, but existing? Only in form. Only to a single sense, and not to a whole. If at all, trapped in an absolute cell of self.

Like the “vapor” of the void, only apparent to the olfactory nerve most often used to seek sustenance for an otherwise dwindling life. It is not whole in its existence, and worse, it has no self-perception…no self-esteem. It only provides self-sustenance.

It is the scorned and confused little girl shooting up an enclave of Christians because she refuses to accept what is real, and what is absolute. Those physical attributes that at least to the outside observer defines that blob of cells having no conscious sense of being, existence or even configuration.

It is the stalwart who abandons unbounded logic and unfettered reason and in the end embraces the singular prison of self-love alone (of what use is it when you can love no one else?).

Embracing the suck leads to this utter sense of a self-conceptualized perfect being.

It is the “religious” who in vane hegemony abandon the embracing of God (the “all” in the Almighty), for some insignificant sliver of His overall creation. Putting the self over the all.

Choosing these vainglorious paths of self-definition, rather than to abandon all and allow this God and His universe to cast that lot and to make that definition for you is surrendering to the Dark Lord of the Underworld.

It is to put oneself above God who would elevate and liberate you, and beneath a fallen god who would unmercifully suffocate you by the gravitas of his own self love.

To say you are more capable of the definition than is He who created it, and making that assertion with limited sense, and sensibility that inevitably yields from such a narrow and selfish definition is profanity extraordinaire.

It is an absolute yield to self, and to that giant suck you become when bracing it.

So have at your void.

As for me, I will take the all that is so freely offered.

While you grasp at molecules of the ether, I will stretch mine arms to the expanse of the infinity.

You may yearn for the gross-heavy mass of self-determination , but I will kneel for the easy yoke and light burden of that which creates something from nothing, rather than that converse to which you relegate self on pyres of pathos and the arrogance of a self now abandoned.

Yours is the way of the suck. Of the great void. Of utter destruction, and annihilation of both self and soul.

The true symbol of this “movement” is not that of light refracted in brilliant color, or better in searing white light but rather that curved tube of blackness that absorbs all in a voracious and glutenous gulping of all that is, and ever will be. It is the culmination and marriage of all black holes in the universe into one giant suck.

But at least it will have a smell.

And on all counts the smell of death; dead pigs (a legion, no doubt), dead and rotting precursors to life (eggs – kill them before they hatch), and that fury-powder that delivers a kinetic death punch in massive numbers (gunpowder).

How fitting a symbol for those who choose the path of self-definition that yields destruction to nothingness; for down its gullet lie the very origins of existence – “void, and without form”.

That odor is of a quadrillion universe historically waxing and waning on a colossal mobius of infinite time. It is the place of sentience. The soil of the forbidden fruit and then sentience that comes when transitioning from a blob of cells to a self-aware, albeit disobedient being with knowledge of good and evil.

There is only one decency in that deep. The one good. It is that spirit of God that moves upon the face of those troubled waters. Sentience itself (and yes, self-determination) exists only in that God-provided light.

Fidelity and true definition through the perception of all senses exist only in that light. All else is a quiet, blind, unsavory and unfeeling smell of corruption and of death.

So you go, boy. Embrace that nothingness, that immortal suck, that snare of absolute corruption yet false sweet cologne of anything real other than death.

As for me and my house, we will turn to the light and the life.

Dateline: 2024

In the year 2525
If man is still alive
If woman can survive
They may find-

In the year 3535
Ain’t gonna need to tell the truth, tell no lies
Everything you think, do, and say
Is in the pill you took today

So, move ahead.

It is now the year 2024, and after the Democrat reign of terror, everything has changed.

Private property no longer exists.  The government has mandated a “Sanctuary Nation” rule, and everyone who possesses more than 1/2 acre, and a home with more than one bedroom will now be “privileged” to house refugees from across the border.  If you have a garage, your car goes in the driveway and you will house them there.

Guns have all been confiscated, but sovereign citizens have moved into Government lands and are holding them with their illegal weapons.

The wealthy have been driven into the streets and shot.

“All Power to the Soviets.”

“Tribunals” (read “councils”, or “soviets”) have been set up all over the country by a Congress that now operates in the basement of the Capitol Building.

They are the vanguard, the ruling class.

the ruling class

These “tribunals” exist in every county in the land.  They are outreaches of the Federal government, and they decide who gets what, and how much.

Capitalism is dead.

With no private ownership, the state has taken everything.

They get to determine who eats what, and again, how much.

They set standards on the amount of gruel each person is allocated.

Farmers have burned their crops in protest, and there is a counter-revolution, but once contained all are shot like the Romanovs.

killed like a Romanov

Ike and Betty were farmers out in Indiana.

They’d lived simple and fulfilling lives all their lives.

Until the collectivists took over.

“They will collect your soul,” Ike was fond of saying.

Betty was not so bold.

She had seen her neighbors gathered up and shipped to an inner-city work farm where dissenters were made “social workers” – dedicated to cleaning up urban blight.

“I am more afraid than Ike.  He thinks there is nothing to lose, but I have heard rumors about what happens to those who stand up to the power.  To the tribunals,” she said.

Ike continued.

“There were some folk living down the road, the De Niros.  They were taken into the woods and shot like rabid dogs,” he said.

“But I don’t fear such things.  Gotta make a stand.”

This is the fate of those who dissent.

There can be no dissenting opinions.  Not under this rule.

Tribunals have done away with social justice.  There is no justice.  The under-class have perverted the justice system.

With an entitled sense, they have over-thrown what they perceive as an aristocracy.

“All power to the Soviets Councils Tribunals!”

Now everyone is poor.

No one prospers in this bleak world.

And what is really behind it?

Well, the party members do not suffer.

The Neocrats.

The new Democrat.

Only, there is no democracy; no republic.

There is only the party.

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Too far-fetched you say, this fictional scenario above?

Well, let’s take a look at the platforms of three of the major Democrat candidates in this election cycle, starting with the front-runners.

Joe Biden

“Stronger Together”

And who exactly constitutes this big “togetherness” ?

A collective, that is who.

A group that gets together and decides for the individual.   In effect, killing the individual.

“Abolish the death penalty”

(unless you are a dissenter; it is open season on dissenters).

“Eliminate Private Prisons”

(along with everything that is private.  read “no privacy”.  wonderful, in the hands of a serial groper). we will live in our own private prison, one in which our thoughts must never manifest verbally, and we must never get in proximity of Biden and his grabby octopuses.

“End new oil and gas leases on federal land and end offshore drilling”

(and, while we are at it, end the booming economy).

 

“organization, organization, and organization”

Elizabeth Warren

She too wishes to “eliminate all private prisons”

make them all public, so the public can witness the horrors of the Gulags reserved for anyone who disagrees with her.

Banking – wants the Glass-Stegal act re-enforced

so, now the leftists will control what constitutes an “unsound loan”.  guess that pretty-much precludes anyone who is not into solar power and green dumbs (err, thumbs).  yeah.

Raise the Federal Minimum wage to $15.00 per hour

because it worked so well in Californication (1, 2, 3).

Eliminate the Electoral College

yeah.  give those out-of-work Californicators an even more lop-sided voice in Washington.  just what we need.

Hillary Clinton

enough said, (already).

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Ike and Betty went through a transport beam and were thrust back in time to dateline: today.

They maintained the memories of what they had witnessed in that bleak future run by DemonRATz.

Both Ike and Betty are voting for freedom.

They are voting for the rights of the individual, and for the Constitution.

Ike and Betty, former Democrats are voting for the party of the Conservative.

Ike and Betty are voting for GOP candidates (why wouldn’t anyone else, knowing what they know?).

 

Seperating Realities

We live in an age where the lines are no longer simply blurred, they hardly exist.

Woe unto the man or woman with mental disorders when it comes to keeping the two in their respective corners.

I am speaking, of course, of fact and of fiction.

In an age when authors blend the two in a genre known as “faction”, it becomes even more obscured when journalists practice a similar concept (the “composite” character made up of several individuals, or worse, the elusive “sources close to the White House”).

It is with cautious aforethought that The Precipice has waited this long to comment on the Arizona shooting.

We listened as the spin-meisters from the left tried to pin the whole incident on radio talk shows, or the “vitriolic” nature of we bloggers.

I think that intelligent speech is meant to be consumed by intelligent people.   I think that intelligent people can “read between the lines” as my high school history teacher used to say.

Of course, you can make too much of reading between the lines, but by the same token, one has to have a built-in malarkey protector as well.

I would say that this whole even was the orchestration of a delusional mind, but also one that has been fed without the ability to use a clarity of focus to separate the facts from the spin.

The Bible speaks of “lies becoming the truth, and the truth becoming the lies”.

This young man definitely has his issues, no doubt; and I believe that his mental state is largely to blame; but also his volition.

Everything in life is a matter of choices; choosing wisely is aided by clear thinking.

Numerous articles have been published concerning the mental state of Loughner (1, 2), and I think it wholly unjust to try and make a conclusion that this all results from political discourse.

It would be just like the liberal to make such an assertion when the truth has them “up against the ropes”.

For me, I believe we should press forward with our dialogue; press forward with pushing, hard, with facts and our take on the issues.

It is what makes America strong, our free voice.

Stifling it, as the Arizona Sheriff would like to do stinks of Stalin and Mao’s “little red book”.

As for the Precipice, we will continue to sing out the truth.

Immigration (et, al): A DIATRIBE

So, the new immigrants are the same as the old?

Let’s think about the first immigrants.

Well, now there is one that is highly contested, isn’t it?

Let’s see.

My first thought is (was), that they were puritanical Pilgrims; but wait, what about that Leif Ericson cat?

Now, there was one, righteous-Nordic DUDE (1)

But, I digress (you gotta admit, though, he was COOL – literally; he had chilly grey matter – “ees cooold in dat North Sea”).

The FIRST immigrants to the “New” World (can you say “Order in the court?”…hmmmm? Can you?).

Let’s see, I seem to remember somewheres in my vast repository of useful information some will call a waning noggin a certain LAND BRIDGE – let’s see – what was it called?  hmmmm THE BERING STRAIGHT ????

Immigration in this great nation of ours started when the ASIAN crossed over from Russia, through the periphery of the Arctic circle and then down and around and into North America (one could argue that they were Ca-nooks, but, let’s not; sorry, Leif).

At any rate, immigration is truly a very old concept to this ragged Continent of our’n.

Now, I ask a simple question.

Did Leif Ericson have universal health care?

What about those first Asians?  Did they have an emergency ward when they got an icey fishook gorged through their nostrils in some horrid mis-adventure?

Well, the answer is obvious, isn’t it.

All immigrants are not alike.

Take the Irish, for example.

They were escaping a potato famine, and they were damned glad to get to this “land of opportunity” (seems it has now become a land of entitlement opportunity).

Did Paddy and O’leary and Shamus have a wet-nurse-maid awaiting them on the shores of “opportunity”.

Well…I’m waiting…

Let’s forget about immigrants (just for a moment) and think about those brave young men and women in buckskins who braved the elements, left “BAH-STAN” and headed into the wilderness “to see what they could see”.

What about them?

Did they have a Humana or Mercy General out there in the rough and tumble of the Great Smoky Mountains, or the Wild West that lay beyond.

The answer, is of course, “HELL NO”.

There was no one there to wipe their snotty noses.  No one to hand out free aspirin and toiletries.

In short, they had to make it.  They had to rely on the natural resources.  They had to rely on their “gumption”.

Now, I truly do know, full-well, that there are immigrants who approach this caliber of mindset today.

Even they are not faced with the “hardships” of those “ancients” who came before us (when, exactly when were the “mud-hut” builders of the earliest settlers in Tennessee?  Ten or twelve THOUSAND years ago…I use Tennessee as example as it is buried about as far away from the Bering Land Bridge as one can get (on this Continent anyhow) to demonstrate that the West truly is much, much older than our Constitution.

So, what of it, you may say.

Well, here is “what of it”…when one sticks to basic precepts, things work pretty well.  When one drifts, far afield, concepts and philosophy’s and even religions begin to unravel.

As they say where I come from “it is time to get down to brass tacks”.

The basics.

There is no divine right to “a car in every garage and a chicken in every pot”; this is NOT a concept our forefathers envisioned in our Constitution.

Utopia, frankly, is a big, fat lie (as is Haight-Ashbury and every damned thing the Beatles ever thought to sing but forgot because they were too flippin’ stoned).

There is no yellow brick road, Dotty.  No pot at the end of the rainbow.

What there is, though, is…

FREEDOM.

Freedom to make choices.  Freedom to live without having someone breathing down your neck all the time.

Freedom to eke out (and I do mean EKE)…to eke out a living.

THIS is what “built” our country.

I believe that in the coming days, weeks, months and years, our great nation will “get back to the egg”…we will remember the people who built this nation.

But we will also remember the people who have tried to tear it down.

We won’t forget (and I pray, and I mean deep, deep prayer) that we NEVER let this mess happen again!

One-Sixteenth, of an inch

I am a proud, Freemason.

I am the Master of my Lodge, for this year, Year of Our Lord, 2010.

Each and every time I attend our stated meetings, since my induction into our humble Lodge (Prudentia, No. 719 – fifteen LONG years ago), I have pledged allegiance to our Nation (One, Under God).

And each time I recite my pledge, I take special note (and privilege) of one, one very special, sixteenth-of-an-inch.

Freemasonry (and its perfection, it is said) can only be attained through degrees.

I have always taken special note, and pride, of a singular, sixteenth-of-an-inch.

The flag to which we pledge, the stars and stripes of our humble Nation, hangs opposite the Christian flag in our Lodge. It hangs singular against a pole, and is “furled” straight to ward the ground below.

Its seven, red- and six, white- stripes, and fifty-white stars in constellation set upon a blue (not the dark of night, nor the light of day, but the dawn of day-break or the dusk, of evening-tide) background all hold special, historic and  dear significance to each of us who know its history (and more-especially, have not forgotten).

It is mounted to a pole, and hangs -regally straight- a full, one sixteenth of an inch from Mother Earth at the tip of her terminal corner.

Each and ever time I recite my pledge to my Nation (at least once per month), I take special note of that one, singular, sixteenth-of-an-inch.

I have been a Freemason for going on, some odd, fifteen years (or there-about).

I have pledged to that flag, once-per-month at each and every of our stated meetings (save for a couple of Presidential elections that have taken precedence for me over our stated, Tuesday-night meetings).

I have been regular in my attendance, and regular in my pledge to my Nation.

I have also taken regular note of that sixteenth-of-an-inch.

I would stop the world of Freemasonry were that flag ever to contact Mother Earth.

She hangs there, for some fifteen years that I have observed, and none (not one) of her fibers have ever loosened so as to allow her grace to commingle with the earthen filth.

Each time I take upon myself my pledge, I take note of that scant distance between her grace, and the filth of the ground.

I am reminded of that which separates both heaven, and earth.

It is a small chasm that separates her; but it is an eternal distance for the vigilant who in heart know of that which awaits the steadfast !

Our Nation, today, stands in that crux…that scant distance that separates grace, from ruin.

I believe, with all my heart, that with this same concept of equal regularity, that this distance does not have to “change”.

You know, change can have negative connotation (especially in context of our flag’s proximity to the ground, and the profundity this entails for a metaphor for the whole).

I believe that this is borne out in current event.

It is up to us, as stalwarts of our precepts, our guiding principles, and our mortal (and immortal) integrity, to stand guard against her grace being dragged through this pit of mire, and of mud.

It is my prayer that November will make all the difference in world, for all the World.

Grace, is a funny thing.

You will find it in the most, odd, of places.

China has shown us grace today.

They have shown us that they still have confidence in us, in spite of a lack of confidence that we have in ourselves (and most-especially, our current “leadership”).

The Union of Soviet Socialists have offered a gift of olive leaf in the form of a spy “exchange” (still not certain that the offer is full of salty savor, but it is a nice gesture, none-the-less, even when Bill Clinton’s arse hangs in that delicate balance).

From these two “world powers”, I believe there is immense significance for today’s events.

Perhaps only one-sixteenth-of-an-inch in worth, but oh what that meager distance can mean.

The world wishes to survive this massive and horrendous financial failure that has taken place due to what I believe is a lack of diligence in keeping a steadfast eye on that meager sixteenth.

It is only that sixteenth that separates us from the dyed-in-the-wool socialist.

It is “high” time for us to work together with this world to unite against a common enemy – that of world-wide financial depression.

The knee-jerk reaction to the onslaught of financial depression is far-too-often today that of continued strife and horrendously burdensome taxation, and of bloodshed, and of War (turn an eye to Europe for reference).

We can avert that fate!

It is time to come to terms with this world-wide depression, and face it with the economic  precepts that have brought down a wall, and turned China into a financial power-house.

It is time to embrace the concept of capital., yet again.

We must abandon the radical hippie and His mind-set.

We must deal with the world through sound financial concepts (capitalist concepts) that have not only made our Nation great (in the not-so-recent past (Reagan, Bush and Bush), and in a 200-year track record preceding them), but has also born first fruit to the formerly, socialist world (that of China, and in part, the Soviets).

We must demonstrate to the world our confidence not only in our own tried-and-true capitalist philosophy, but also to those that have been borne out in both Russia and in China are maintained.

We must embrace that sixteenth-of-an-inch. We must be vigilant in maintaining it with exacting regularity, and we must demonstrate that we are “in” for the long haul.

We must also make one helluva severe “change” come this November.

The Preicipii calls upon this Nation to commit to a change that will bring us “back to the future”; we must abandon our recent divergence from our tried, and true principles, and re-embrace those to which China now expects us to maintain proper deference, both for their livelihood, and for that of the World-at-large.

It is incumbent, imperative really, that we maintain our vigilance in keeping those fibers of Red, White and Blue from ever reaching that chasm of muck and mire that our Mother Earth represents, along with the Utopian, Socialist lovers of the earthly realm .

Come November, we must see POSITIVE change (for a change).

May the Republican party, in a glory that is manifest in our great symbol of Freedom, in our Nation’s flag…may it once again place that flag in its position of both authority, and of sound, ethical and solid, capitalist ideology, and maintained ever-vigilant in that razor’s edge, one-sixteenth-of-an-inch.

I believe that the World must stop and ensure that this meager, singular, one-sixteenth-of-an-inch be forever and a day, maintained.

And I believe that We the People will only achieve that through the grace of our Lord, and through our incipient knack for eternally maintaining that one-sixteenth that separates us from utter chaos, annihilation, and ruin – in short, Obamanation.

Come November, vote Republican, and VOTE OFTEN !

That’s it. Blame, Play Politics and Yuk It Up While the World Knocks

As if you weren’t “cozy” enough with all this bright rhetoric coming out of Obama’s Washington concerning the “worst economy since the depression”, I’ve taken serious note of the fact that everyone seems to be just ignoring these stories in favor of “gloom-mongering” or escapades on late-night television. Sorry Mr. President, but I don’t see you joking your way out of all this mess.

“US Destroyers to Escort Ships in South China Sea”

“US Warships Head for South China Sea After Standoff”

and, this from “Politics.ie”

“Barack Obama approves sending armed destroyers to protect US ships in South China Sea”

Oh, but you just think you are finished with global, catastrophic worries…check out these articles…

“Russian Bombers Based in Cuba?”

(yeah, so why the hell are we “lifting” the restrictions placed on Cuba by the Bush admin. – can you say “BO-Polar” (a unique condition whereby sociopathic behavior is exhibited by someone who is the President, but is acting as if he is not much of one, as opposed to those with the unfortunate delusion of grandeur that they are Abe Lincoln when in fact they are nothing more than a doped-up, bowery bum).

“Cuba Could Host Russian Bombers, Air Force Chief Says”

“Cuba, Venzuela Might Host Russian Bombers”

“Venzuela Offers Bases for Bombers: Russian General”

“Cuba, Venzuela May Host Russian Bombers”

“Chavez: Russian Bombers Welcome in Venzuela, but…”

“Russian Bombers Based in Cuba?”

So, what the hell is B.O. doing?  Stinking up the place even more with Havana Stogeys?  Or wait a minute !  Maybe he is rolling  a bunch of “blunts” using Cuban Sensimillion.  He sure acts like somebody who is stoned (first he’s a savior, then superhero, then he is Abe Lincoln, then LBJ, then Kennedy, then Samuel Gompers – who the hell could he possibly be compared to next?  Richard Nixon?  No.  NO!  You AIN’T no Dick Nixon – you couldn’t carry his water).

How ’bout “Sly and the Family Stoners” ?

Oh, but it doesn’t stop here…

“Planned North Korean Satellite Launch Arouses Suspicion”

“South Korea Warns North Korea of U.N. Action on Missile”

“U.S. BELIEVES NORTH KOREAN MISSILE LAUNCH IN VIOLATION OF U.N. SECURITY COUNCIL RESOLUTION-CLINTON”

“North Korea’s Taepodong-2 Long Range Missile”

You nervous yet?

All that seems to come from BO and his band of merry, merry men is “Bush Lied, People Died”.  You know what?  I’m sick and tired of your out-and-out lies.  First, this RECESSION is NOT a depression!

Supposedly, Mr. President B.O., you are a graduate from a prestigious law school.  I’ve had experience with law school, and I know that as undergraduates, we do study economics.  Did you miss that semester?  A recession is not a depression, and some funky weather patterns do NOT constitute the end of the world as we know it.

The above situations MAY !

Oh, but we are STILL not done.

“Mr. Iran Envisions Major War in Coming Months”

“China in 4.9b Deal to Develop Iran Gas Field”

“Allies Clocks Tick Differently On Iran” (yeah, well one of these “Allies” needs his clocked cleaned – and it ain’t a Hebrew clock, I can tell ya).

“US and Israel Differ on Urgency of Iranian Threat”

How can these numbskulls get any DUMBER?

It is very simple math.  Nobody is impressed with BO’s taking a war-time economy and turning it into a legitimate NOSE-dive and then blaming Bush and Cheney and the oil companies and the people who Al Gore says brought us global warming (when in fact it was Al Gore who brought us global warming, and supposedly the internet – notice the “delusion of grandeur” similarities when comparing Gore to B.O.) ?

Further, not only is no-one impressed with your “making nice” with Cuba when all about there are enemies trampling at our gates no one, and I do mean NO one, is happy with the current events shaping up globally.

Just last week I found myself in the “unusual” position of being out very late (helping a friend celebrate his birthday – I went “clubbing” with him three nights in a row as his designated driver).

On my way home one night (Thursday last week,  I think it was) I caught this Catholic Priest on late-night radio on my drive home.  He said he’s been getting reports from Priests in Russia that the Russians have put their military on high alert in case some sort of a breakdown happens in the U.S.A.

One could jump to the conclusion that they are preparing for an invasion (and it doesn’t seem that far-fetched given their attempts to establish bases in Cuba and S. America) – or one could assume they are like wolves waiting for states to begin seceding, or one could just say they are being pragmatic given the state of the entire world and how much it seems it is tied into our own situation.  I’d say that all are fair assessments.

The main question to ask here is “what are we doing about it?”.

Are you listening Madame Clinton?

You can’t blame Bush for this one.

You also won’t be able to use all the printed greenback dollars you are issuing to somehow “unpaint” yourself from this corner you are locked into.  You need to lay off the green – you are printing too much, and you are about to paint all the rest of us in there with you.

You make all these claims that the Republicans have not offered you any plans.  Just yesterday I watched a Congressman (Eric Cantor, the Republican Whip from Richmond, Virginia) state emphatically that he personally handed you a viable plan.

You blatantly ignored it, Mr. President.

Ignorance, President Obama, will not make the world go away.  Sticking you head in the sand will not make the GOP go away, it will not make the Russians go away, or the Chinese, or the N. Koreans, or the Iranians.

You know, I did not notice all this activity from our enemies when Bush was in office.  What the hell is your excuse?

You can’t blame Dan Quayle or Reagan either.  Or George H.W.

This is “all on you”.

Since they’ve got the global warming “crisis” locked in, and now they are making a depression mountain out of a recession mole-hill – what is next for the BO magic act?  Is he going to  make Armageddon fly out of his ass?

There most assuredly needs to be some change.  Positive change, and in the “right” direction.

Oh, and by the way…we need it pretty damned quick.

Too bad we don’t have a “do-over” in Presidential politics.

Chronicles from the Gulag

Chronicles from the Gulag

This page has been added to “The Precipice” (see “Pages” in the column to the right) to document this writer’s journey through the work of another writer, living vicariously through his journal of his imprisonment in a socialist system and observing certain aspects that are all-too-similar in the age of B.O.

The Precipice will continue to report this work as long as its “right to correspondence” holds under the age of Obamination; which may not be much longer should the so-called “Fairness” doctrine pass.

Fascism?

So, did you here the one about this goomer in England who is worried about the rise of fascism from radicals on the far right?

Far right.

For me, it’s always been a little akin to being caught in Superman’s “bizarro” world when you begin applying American concepts of the politic to European philosophy.

A close relative of mine once tried to explain to me how it was that the labor party in Australia was really more conservative than our own Republican party.  Like I said, bizarro world.

Or is it?

If what Mr. Ball means by “far-right” fascism is a fascism born of the “privileged” class, then he may be “spot on” as the Brits would say (I suppose, if the clichés are correct).

At any rate, think about it.  Were there to be an uprising in say, America, where do you think it would begin?

Well, there have been rumors of class envy and class warfare for two or three decades now.  It exists.

Think about the last time you were at the barber shop and someone said “yep, the rich keep gettin’ richer, and poor keep gettin’ poorer”.

Yeah.

Well.

Now that do sound like the seeds of discontent.  Of course, as the same guy to “define rich and poor” – you may be suprised by his answer.

He probably calls himself “middle class” (something the French would refer to as the “bourgeoise” – or Eddie Murphy as “Bougie White People”).

The fact is, were there to be problems, I don’t really see them “springing” from the rich, but rather, from another faction attempting to re-distribute wealth, to quash the opposition (ie “rich”, ie “define rich”, i.e. “you and me”, i.e. “middle class”, i.e. “Bougie White People”)  (say, through a “fairness” doctrine, or better, muzzle), or by telling everyone to “get used to it, we won, you lost”.

Now what I learned in reading literature and history books and so on, was that repression is basically equivalent to fascism.  I know, fascism in it vile form is probably more about concentrating wealth and power into the hands of the few, say through “re-distribution programs”, such as when the Nazi’s took all the possessions from the wealthy Hebrews (paintings, jewelry, their gold teeth) and essentially redistributed that wealth to their own, sinister devices.

So, when you repress speech, when you take moneys from one and give to another, when you adopt a cavalier and arrogant attitude toward the minority party, essentially, isn’t it the left who is acting fascist?  The “redistributionists” ?

I’m sorry, but for me, fascism, communism, totalitarianism – they are all evil monsters, and they are designed for one purpose – to favor one group over another.

The Politburo, the NKVD, “Il Duce”, the “SS” (now, that’s bound to get your attention) – silly me, and I thought all the left was worried about was some waterboarding of known terrorists (of the beheading variety) down GITMO way – what they are really interested in is redistributing Adam Smith’s “Wealth of a Nation” – and they are doing it by spending your hard-earned taxes.

Guess I’d better go back to practicing “getting used to it”.

I’m going to snuggle in for some more reading of Solzhenitsyn’s “The Gulag Archipelago” – got a funny feeling I need to bone up on what life is about to be like for we living in this “liberal democracy” where everyone is free – everyone “who won” that is.

On “Bad” Banks (and worse policy)

Have you heard the latest “plan” to come out of the vapor filling that space in the cranial cavity of the liberal, a space that is normally reserved for a brain?

“Bad” banks.

Essentially, a bad bank is formed by the government and run by the government to buy up all the “toxic” loans that exist out there.

It is based on a model run by the Swedes several years back when they faced a crisis.

You and I both know what this facade really means:  our tax dollars will fund this “shill” corporation to liquidate these bad loans.

What we are essentially doing is giving a free pass to the legislators and regulators who were supposed to “mind the till” and now turning these toxic debts over to the very same people under whose watchfull eye the debts were incurred in the first place.

There ya go.  Turn over the debt to a bunch of people who have no aversion to “kiting” their pay checks.

This is all very troubling.

It makes me feel like setting up a dummy corporation and then paying dummy taxes.

This should make the dummies up on Capitol Hill just ecstatic.

They can have all the play money known to man.  Put them in a sandbox and hope that their attention is never drawn to an outside world where we try and deal with what is real.

Real money.  Real debt.  REAL responsibility.

To hell with this concept of bad banks.

You know what I would really like to hear?  I’d like to hear what some respected and conservative bankers have to say about this whole mess.  What is their take on how to come out the other side of this mess?

Presumably, they are experts in their fields (and I bet they could make more sense than the President’s press secretary.  What was that gibberish he was spewing yesterday?).

Personally, I think it is time that the guys who created this mess “buck up” (to use a phrase near and dear to the President’s heart).

It is time we see some people in the hot seat who helped create this mess.  You want us to foot the bill for your screw-ups – then step up to the microphone and tell us what you did and why you did it.

Who are the people behind these “toxic” loans?  Who are the regulators who were supposed to catch it; and further, what about these organizations (like ACORN) who were coaching individuals on how to secure a toxic loan?

You know, it is interesting that the left can throw so much money and so much effort into cleaning up an industrial toxic spill, yet when they are personally and patently involved in a toxic financial spill they will immediately place the entirety of the burden on the taxpayer.

We are left swimming in the sludge.

Kinda makes you feel a bit of empathy for the endangered species.

I am beginning to believe that we honest, hard-working and tax-paying citizens are now at the top of endangered species list.

Let’s hope someone with a plan (say some Conservatives) will offer us a sponge to soak up some of this toxic debt.

A nice, thick and absorbent tax break would go a long way to soaking up some of this sludge from my back.

How ’bout you, fellow tax payers?

Thank you Mr. Funk*o*sly-elect, yo sly…

Well, well well.

It is most difficult for me to put myself in the shoes of someone else.  Writing is a real chore, and to do it well, you really have to contemplate the character of others.

To write a story about a killer, you have to “become” a killer (not literally, but more, drawing upon the act, for instance, of hunting (whereby we kill critters), or farming where we have to at times “do the dirty deed” of taking down livestock)…now, I suppose, you Peta-ites would consider this equitable to murder (and, hell, you may be right).  Fact is, the act is violent, and a very close second to that (I would imagine) of killing a human.

But the bottom line, you have to draw upon what you can in your experience in order to do a creditable job of, in effect, “becoming” that character.

I can not, literally “become” a Hebrew.  I’ve studied one nearly all my life (the carpenter), and I think I’ve come to know Him pretty darned well; but I still do not know what it is like to be a Jew.  Can I write about one?  I think so.

Let’s consider this; the one thing most anathema to me is any sick SOB who would hurt or destroy the innocents.  How can you harm creatures who are not as strong as you and feel good about yourself?

I am reminded of this given the current events (finding that poor, little girl in the woods yesterday – the big news story – very sordid situation, and just horrid).

Now that is something that I’ll never have any personal resources upon which to draw.  BUT, I can still “put myself” in the person’s head.  What would motivate someone to hurt a child?  Perhaps, as a child, they were hurt themselves.  Perhaps they are “dissociative”, whereby they truly HAVE never been loved and have only known violence in their own lives (perhaps constantly and consistently threatened with bodily harm and even death. They disconnect with the act, and consider it as trivial as shooting a bird for dinner).

Sick, sick, sick.

So, anyway, I woke up and began pondering this whole concept of the “Missile Shield”.

Our peerless leader-elect has now “reassured”Israel that “if Iran attacks them” then “we will lob a bunch of missiles at Iran” (to paraphrase).

Well, putting myself in the shoes of an Israeli, I can only say “Gee…thanks.”…

After the fact, you are going to bomb my enemy.  You have always been such a great friend.  Thanks for the sacrifice, pal.  Did you have to think long and hard to choke that one up?  Say, how is it you treat your friends back in Chicago?  Baseball bat to the back of the head like Al Capone?

Hmmmm.  You know, in management school, one of the concepts they really stressed was that of proaction.  Let’s do what we have to in order to circumvent an act, or more appropriately, a catastrophic failure.

Do you really think that a Nation who preaches bevies of Virgins as reward to their martyrs…do you really think they are going to care about a nuclear missile coming down their pipe AFTER they have accomplished their goal of destroying their enemy?

In my country, you will do all you can to take the guns out of our hands.  You will beg, borrow and steal; connive and manipulate; legislate and mandate; and yet to our ‘real’ enemies, you only capitulate.

You say we “cling” to our guns and bibles, and look at you; your “fortress”, your strength is protest, and civil disobedience and “civil” unrest…pure upheaval – not unlike the Iranian approach.

You argue that to make America’s streets safer, you want to melt all the handguns and assault weapons into manhole covers, and yet you will not make a pre-emptive strike on Iran, who we know IS building a nuclear missile, and who we know from track record (PROVEN – like the WMD’s) that are willing to use it without reservation, and with bold determination (like the 500 hostages – remember them, President Carter?).

I say proven WMD’s.  Do any remember the jet fighter that was dug from the sands on the Iraq border with Syria?  Do any of you know of the destructive capability of a single jet fighter when launched against a city, say, of the population density of  a Chicago, or a New York (you listening, Nashville)?

One volley (about five seconds on the trigger) lobbed against, say the Sears Towers…how many people do you think those 50 caliber rounds would wipe out?  A hundred?  Five hundred?

What about a single hell-fire missle launch (one of ours)?  How many then? The whole building?

Is that “mass” enough for you, Mr. President-elect?

What about the third largest army in the entire world?  Do they have (would have), have, destructive capability that would earn them the monniker of “mass”?

Maybe it is like your concept of the “rich” where your economic warfare is concerned.  Or the super-rich.  (Say, where does Oprah fall in these delineations?).

One nuclear strike against Israel by the Iranians could wreak utter devastation.

And what your plan?  “Oh, rest assured, we’ll take care of business after-the-fact”.

I’m sorry, but I just don’t feel so self-assured when a child of the Chicago-7 tells me “all will be right with the world”.

Kinda leaves my soul all a quiver, like a solitary hanging chad shimmering in the breeze, hanging by less paper than represents the integrity of a Demonrat politician (and worse, a Demonrat from Chicago).

It is the call of the Precipice that we absolutely must, as a Nation, support our allies.  We will have no allies left if we turn our backs and opt for a sit-in or love-in somewhere in El Segundo.

The Israelis have already made it clear that they will “go it alone” (what a sorry state of affairs)…and our only consilation in this is that we will do honorable thing and “vindicate” their deaths.

Frankly, I think Capone showed more leadership skills; he would not wait for a hammer to fall, he’d swing a baseball bat against his enemies, were he to “perceive” them as such.