Radicalism: An Historical Comedy

So there is this tribe of cavemen.

They are happy.

With no “real” leader, the group is basically a family-style structure in which “the best” lead.

So, the best hunter(s) (with emphasis on the “s”) are the tribe’s “leaders” where protein-based sustenance is concerned. Given their prowess at hunting and killing, they also provide security for the tribe.

Back on the home-front, the “best” at farming and agriculture provide for the “side dishes”.  From hard toil, they are muscular and have learned the arts of using farm implements as weapons.  They too provide security for the tribe.

Around the encampment/caves, there are those who provide structure for the social constructs.

Tribal councils exist here made up of elderly members who are no longer able to hunt or farm, but have “been there, done that”.  They are considered smart cookies by all the other tribesmen.

All is happy in their happy little world, until the advent of the malcontent.

We know him today as the radical.

Has to upset the apple cart.

Can not be satisfied with the status quo, and must change everything “for the better”.

So he comes along and tries to break up the “cabal” (as he describes it) of the security forces.  Claims that the hunters are destroying the environment, and the farmers are creating run-off that is killing the sea creatures.

Of course, in cave man days, they had ways of handling the malcontent.

Usually they were liberated to the jungle.

And of course if they tried to return to disrupt, they were hunted like mad dogs.

Now, eventually, they formed their own tribes.

They were not dedicated to hunting, gathering and setting up social constructs.

They were dedication to marauding, stealing and ripping and tearing at everything that is good and wonderful (for everyone else).

Fast forward.

It is the year 1797.

Conservatives (1, 2, 3) are even then standing firm against the radical agenda.

Radicalism, you see, always results in disruption, upheaval and degradation of a healthy, civilized nation.

From the caveman to the revolution(s) that spawned free societies like France (ahem) and America, it was not (as popularly believed) the radical that was the force for positive change, but rather some stable individuals who were against the radicalized change.

The fore-fathers of America were not radicals.   They were standing for tradition.

They were ill with their British “handlers” who were not “playing nice” in business, or elsewhere.

Please take special note that the defenders of the American colonists were the British conservatives.

In America, it was the conservative (not the radical) who was for the abolition of slavery.

Radicalism has resulted in nothing but a slash and burn mentality.

It is, really, the sign of a mind that is in turmoil and then must take that internal struggle out into the world, thus tearing up the world in the process.

Now, here we are today and these agents of chaos are still hard at work.  They are tearing down social structures in America like so many statues built to both remember and learn from the past.

The question I now put out is – are we learning from our present?


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.

Screenshot_2019-11-16_05-11-50the 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.

Screenshot_2019-11-16_06-39-33killed 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!”

Screenshot_2019-11-16_06-44-37Now everyone is poor.

No one prospers in this bleak world.

And what is really behind it?Screenshot_2019-11-16_06-48-37

Well, the party members do not suffer.

The Neocrats.

The new Democrat.

Only, there is no democracy; no republic.

There is only the party.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

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.

Screenshot_2019-11-16_06-54-20Joe 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 ClintonScreenshot_2019-11-16_07-03-12

enough said, (already).


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?).


Why Right is Right, and Left is Not

The philosophers call it an absolute.

Some have made that justification for existence itself (“I think, therefore I am”).

But simple existence is not always enough. Neither can one conclude that because one “thinks”, one actually “exists”.

Benjamin Franklin said it best:

Many people die at twenty five and aren’t buried until they are seventy five.

and it is true.

When a philosophy becomes the rule of your home, and your home becomes vulnerable to storm – is it philosophy or principle that will keep the walls standing?

What are the principles of matter?

I can have the philosophy that pound-for-pound wood is stronger than steel (and it is), but without the principles of just how to put the sticks together, a house will be torn asunder at the first sign of wind.

A philosophy might say “the pen is mightier than the sword” – but a pen in the hand of fools only dribbles ink.

There has to be a structure, and structure is not based on how you feel about the way something “looks” (or is perceived).

We have been serving that liberal master for far too long (one that worries more about appearance than the backbone that holds the visage together).

So why is right “right” and left all bloody wrong?

Let me first lay out a foundation here.

Conservative: what it means, where it comes from

conservative (adj.)

late 14c., conservatyf, “tending to preserve or protect, preservative, having the power to keep whole or safe,” from Middle French conservatif, from Medieval Latin conservativus, from Latin conservatus, past participle of conservare “to keep, preserve, keep intact, guard,” from assimilated form of com-, here probably an intensive prefix (see com-), + servare “keep watch, maintain” (from PIE root *ser- (1) “to protect”).

-Online Etymology Dictionary, accessed October 12, 9:47am.

Or this one, from Brittanica:

Conservatism is a preference for the historically inherited rather than the abstract and ideal.

So there you have it.

We Conservatives wish to preserve and protect, and to keep whole and safe and that to the historically inherited (tried and proven true) versus something “pie in the sky”, abstract, ideal.

So let’s think about that a minute.

What is ideal?

You know, the Conservative in one part of the world, say Australia, will wish to preserve cultural norms, such as now calling (as before) Ayer’s Rock, the Aborigine (original) word “Uluru” (I personally think that “culturally”, both cultures can be preserved – it will always be Ayer’s Rock in my conscious mind, but it will also be Uluru when I think in terms of the Abo).

But let’s consider what is “conserved” in say, the Yucatan Peninsula.

The Mayan language is still in much use there, but do they practice human sacrifice?

Of course not.

But here is the thing.  Would the liberal?

In America, cultures often converge, rather than diverge.

We meld in — the best of all worlds.

And apparently in the world, at-large, we are not alone.

The Mayans, you see, realized at some point that nothing could profit from human sacrifice.

Of course, the modern liberal advocates the downfall of mankind in favor of their “good earth”.  Right.

Burning man is a metaphor for burning mankind.

It is a desire for self-immolation due to some deep-seeded desire for self-harm (and thus, the harm of all of society).

Let’s take up what the modern liberal would say.


Kamala Harris

A liberal (alternately called a left-winger or leftist) is someone who advocates an increase in government spending, power, and control, such as ObamaCare. Liberals often support the censorship and denial of biblical Christianity[1][2][3] and consistently conservative viewpoints. Liberals who are a part of the secular left prefer atheism/agnosticism over the Christian faith, as atheism has no objective morality to hinder their big government plans.[4]

Increasingly, liberals side with the homosexual agenda, including homosexual “marriage”. Liberals favor a welfare state where people receive endless entitlements without working.[5] The liberal ideology has degenerated into economically unsound views and intolerant ideology. All liberals support, in knee-jerk fashion, the opposite of conservative principles, while lacking an actual ideology or values of their own.[6] Many of them cannot understand Christian language.[7] Liberals are especially prone to believe conspiracy theories, particularly those that denigrate people or views they disagree with,[8][9] and they are increasingly intolerant of opposing viewpoints.[10]

Polling data has consistently shown that a larger percentage of Americans identify as conservative, rather than as liberal, by a margin of 35% to 26% as of 2017; while the gap between self-identified conservatives and self-identified liberals has been narrowing in recent years,[11] liberals and “progressives” oftentimes falsely claim that liberals outnumber conservatives. Liberals are especially active at secular universities, however.[12]

-Conservapedia, accessed 10/12/2019, 10:02am

So, on the one hand, we have a set of principles that value traditions.  Value cultures, and value the positives that enhance human life on the planet (and thus, through that enhancement, enhance the planet itself).

Then there is the “other” hand (the crummy one that is dealt at the table). The one that is “knee-jerk” and prone to grand conspiracy theories (like the one that states that the root of all the world’s ills is Christianity).

On its surface, much of its platform sounds grand and glorious.  But underneath…a different story.

Using the fallback of “conspiracy theory” to denigrate those who oppose them.

That is about right.

Recent headlines have liberals tossing bodily fluids on innocent bystanders at political rallies.

I don’t know what you call it where you come from, but that is assault in Tennessee.

It is also unforgivable.

But wholly in line with the nature of the liberal and their root-level hatred.

So, what gives?

The Republican (Conservative) Platform – highlights

Restoring the American Dream

This is solid as a rock, and yet there are those who stand against it?  How?


Government Reform

You know, a wise friend of mine once noted that we are one of two things; men who are slaves to the rules, or men who make rules their guide for success.

Do our rules serve us, or do you serve our Nation’s rules?

It is a perception, and with attitude it can change.

Who can possibly argue that the above are NOT a pathway to success.  Success for every American.

Why would anybody oppose that?

Here’s more from the preamble…seriously – can you look yourself in the mirror and honestly be against this?


With this platform, we the Republican Party reaffirm the principles that unite us in a common purpose.

We believe in American exceptionalism.

We believe the United States of America is unlike any other nation on earth.

We believe America is exceptional because of our historic role — first as refuge, then as defender, and now as exemplar of liberty for the world to see.

We affirm — as did the Declaration of Independence: that all are created equal, endowed by their Creator with inalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

We believe in the Constitution as our founding document.

We believe the Constitution was written not as a flexible document, but as our enduring covenant.

We believe our constitutional system — limited government, separation of powers, federalism, and the rights of the people — must be preserved uncompromised for future generations.

We believe political freedom and economic freedom are indivisible.

When political freedom and economic freedom are separated — both are in peril; when united, they are invincible.

We believe that people are the ultimate resource — and that the people, not the government, are the best stewards of our country’s God-given natural resources.

As Americans and as Republicans we wish for peace — so we insist on strength. We will make America safe. We seek friendship with all peoples and all nations, but we recognize and are prepared to deal with evil in the world.

So what is Conservativism (Conservatism)?

Well, I can sure tell you what it is not.

It is not liberal.

liberal (adj.)

mid-14c., “generous,” also “nobly born, noble, free;” from late 14c. as “selfless, magnanimous, admirable;” from early 15c. in a bad sense, “extravagant, unrestrained,” from Old French liberal “befitting free people; noble, generous; willing, zealous” (12c.), and directly from Latin liberalis “noble, gracious, munificent, generous,” literally “of freedom, pertaining to or befitting a free person,” from liber “free, unrestricted, unimpeded; unbridled, unchecked, licentious.”

“…the unbridled, unchecked, licentious”.

Many things have both positive and negative connotations.

To be noble and generous is something that fits both the liberal and the conservative alike.

But rarely (if ever) will you hear the Conservative described as “…unrestricted, unimpeded; unbridled, unchecked, licentious”.

By its very definition, the conservative is bridled.  We recognize that a Nation as large as ours does not spin, nor stop on a dime.

We are not opposed to slow change, we are opposed to sudden change, and change for change’s sake.

We want stability.  We want prosperity.

And throughout our history in America, we are the proven path for both.

So why does this Nation continue to bank on the failures of the left, rather than the success of the right?

I think humans have an inane fear of success.

What will I do with my extra money?

Now I have no trouble answering that.  And for the life of me, I cannot see why others do.

But they do.

They fall for the slick patter of the con artist.  Of the carpet-bagger. Of the snake oil salesman.

It is a pity.

You can show people the light, but you can not make them go to the city on the hill.

But in time, when they see others getting fat, they will want a part of it.

Choose well, American voters.

Choose well.

Fits, and Starts

Well, stretching the creative wing of vitriolic editorializing is tough.

That last article on Mythology was a bit “stupid”; don’t worry, just takes this old Eagle a little longer to gain altitude (it is an attitudinal thing).

So, fits and starts.

Let’s see.  Where do we go with that?

Well, let’s talk about “jumping the gun”; about “diving in, head first”; about “still waters…”, oh, you get the picture.


Such triteness in an old man.

So there is something to it.  Diving in.

One has to jump on the horse, get back on the bicycle and pick one’s self up, dust off, and get back in the running.

Wow!  Just full of trite and worn out aphorism this “mawnin’ “.

Too many biscuits and not enough coffee I guess.

Say is anyone else getting this damned cold.  Feels like the flu, but also like I can run a marathon (if I have enough tissue paper).


So, fits and starts.

It happens because you have to shock the system to get the behemoth rolling.

An aircraft carrier does not start off at full speed, and a train does not get a load moving quickly, nor does it stop on a dime.

Abrupt change, like stopping a fully laden locomotive too quickly, or turning an aircraft carrier too sharply results in — well, chaos.  Lots of dishes thrown around.

More so than in a Clinton White House.

Dirty dishes too (yucky poo poo).


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Baby-killers and Lotus-eaters.  Every.  Stinkin’.  ONE.



Speaking of Democrats and “jumping in too quickly” – do you think they realized just how deep this water runs?

I mean.  Joe Biden. Take him, please!

Seriously.  The DNC did not know about those skeletons.


This business about his son is old news.  It happened long ago, and the only reason nothing was done about it was that there was a patently corrupt power structure in our Justice System .

Or should I say Clinton-Obama’s justice system.

Appears it goes much, much deeper than DOJ and the Postal Service (as we had previously thought).

No, even the state department (CIA) has remnants of this old-world, good-ol-boy thinking that somehow being devious and corrupt is somehow better than being honorable and straight-up.

And apparently, so does Congress.

Who knew that Pelosi could be bought.  Or maybe.  Just maybe.  Perhaps.

Perhaps she was not “bought”.  Perhaps she believes this “bovine scatology” as General Norman Schwarzkopf once put it (and ever-so aptly, in the moment).

Just maybe, she actually believes her own puffery.

In a doctoral PhD study in embellished scatological rhetoric, Dr. Gord Pennycook, a [then† PhD candidate in psychology at the University of Waterloo in Canada, states

“…acceptance of bullshit statements appears to be related to personal traits such as lower intelligence, belief in the paranormal, and the likelihood of believing in conspiracies”.

-Vox, Dr. Gord Pennycook

Well, certainly the DemonRATz have woven a conspiracy of late.  Not the first time either.  Intellectual investigation aside (I do believe they are at the very least, high functioning – but the decisions they have made???) – what are they really up to?  Do they know?  Does anyone?  It looks like a bunch of 1950’s radio listeners jumping off cliffs after the “War of the Worlds” broadcast.

Think you might want to look for the little green men first, BEFORE leaping to your communal demise?

Remember the Steele Dossier?  Nine-Eleven?  The Alamo (that masonic lodge still has lingering effects today)?


No short-term memory?  Too many drugs?  Yeah.

Well, let this old eagle jolt ya.

You’ve been in slumber too long, and you cannot pretend that what the DemonRATz are doing is above board.  It is anything but.

Never in the history of man have so many whiney-butts assembled in a group to complain about sour grapes.

Eat them, for god sakes.  They are good for you.  If you can’t eat them, turn them into wine (not WHINE).

Give me a stinking break.

What a bunch of losers.

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What, is he above questioning now?


They are willing to put the health of the entire nation at risk because, what?  They did not get their way?

You know the only thing worse than a sore stinking loser is a sore stinking loser who also happens to be a bully who believes they are somehow right and righteous in their endeavor.

What we have here are a bunch of people who believe their authority comes down from on high.

Am I worried about our President? No. Emphatically, no.

He will come out smelling like a rose.

What I am worried about is the health of our nation with numb-skulls like team Pelosi at the helm.

These people are out of control. Like a train wreck, or an oil tanker piloted by a drunken DemonRat.


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Well, if anyone should know about sociopathy, leave it to a DemonRAT.



That is what we have here.

Our Nation is being steered by idiots with the emotional IQ of Bevis and Butthead.

Bart Simpson (little pedophile puke) to the rescue.

When is the Democrat party going to grow up?

Too much cocaine? Crack? Or just too full of selfies?

Whatever the problem, these bullies need to have their faces rearranged.

And I believe, and truly believe, the American public has had enough of their bovine scatology.

It is time to begin socking them right in their self-righteous noses.


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For their own good (and the good of the Nation).


† Resnick, Bryan “Why people fall for bullshit, according to a scientist”, Vox Media Inc., 1201 Connecticut Ave. NW, 11th Floor, Washington, DC 20036 Email: info@voxmedia.com

Let’s Talk Mythology

What is it? How was it “used” in the past, and how-now, brown cow?

What is Mythology?

Mythology is an ante-religion that filled in “gaps” for people.  People confused with their existence.  People requiring “enlightenment”, so that they could be “posh” and in-the-know.

Who was the first god?

Enki and Ninmah were Sumerian gods; but they were preceded by the one who is rarely mentioned – Nammu (Namma) who gave birth to all the superior gods (the mother of all gods).  By rights, the terrific “she” was the first in history (or so we “think”).

How was it used?

To control the masses, of course.  Just like that commie bastard one of them thar popes supports / supported.

Why support a dictator?

By submitting to a dictator who sells the “fact” that he is divinely appointed by the super-god, the people can rest assured that all is right in the world and their difficult efforts are not in vain.

But what of the One, True God?

Well, that is an interesting one.  For this One, He does not ask you to lick His boots.  In fact, He does all the distasteful stuff Himself.  He does not expect much from you.  He only asks that you love Him with all your heart, all your mind and all your soul (oh, and that you love your neighbor as yourself).

He even sent His son to die for us so that we might have eternal life.

Other gods just use people.  Like DemonRatz.

So why are people forever discounting gods?

Because they are narcissists  who think themselves superior to gods, and that they have outlived their usefulness.


flight one

So who watches over “I”.

It is an excellent question for narcissists.

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One I could learn from as well.

They say that man needed a filler for his equations.

When things did not fit just as precisely as he would otherwise wish, he needed that “fudge” factor.

“THEY” say it was for this reason he (man, or mankind – little “h”, littl’er “m”) created gods (blaspheme, du la blapheme! – Sacre bleu!).

Go, go Cincy

Well, if purple is some derivation of blue (and I think it a combo of blue and red), then, well, yes, I suppose there is such a thing as the “royal blue”.


What a royal diadem it is, too.

But the God I serve, and the One who provides “over-watch” over this soaring eagle is one that I did not contrive, but rather submitted to.  I am made whole in the idea that I am of HIS creation, and not one contrived of my own.

I am afraid I am just not up for that task.

HE created ME (not visa-versa), and I am humbled (just not enough to put down my poison pen).

He is not some stinking rank knock-off A.I. created by me (or others) to serve me, and others who think like me.

The Great, Collective “i am” (ain’t nuttin’ in my book).

Au contraire.

“Do I define God, or does God define me”?

You see, society, as a whole, they have become what they self-perceive as the NeoGod.  It is a cult of self, but more, it is a cult of the collective self.

This “body”, this group — perceives that it is of “one mind”, and that this “one mind” lords above all.


They even create AI in their own image, and then cloak it in traditional garb.

Do not let thine heart be fooled!

It is as staring through a glass, darkly.

Screenshot from 2019-09-22 07-17-36It is a rough image, and the reflection is not true.

Can one pick up nuance of the individual from a photograph or painting of that person?

Hell no!

The person is much more than the two-dimensional image.

The same can be said of the reflection in glass.

So, sure…

Mindfulness is important.

Self-awareness, important too.

But the do-all and end-all.


I would honestly be nothing but vapor were it not for a kind and charitable God who defines ME.

Far be it from me to define myself.

Who would want to deal with that cat?

Psycho-Cybernetics-Maxwell-MaltzObamanites?  Quintessential narcissists?  Split personality psycho CEOs?

Who knows?

This much I can say with absolute accuracy – I do not trust myself to define God, let alone to define myself.

To define is to limit.

I, for one, am much more comfortable with a God in heaven, on His supreme throne defining me – FOR ME.

It is too much a burden.  I do not wish to take it on.

So I happily submit to Him to do it for me.

So, back to the egg.

Who watches over me?  Keeps me in line.  Makes certain I toe the mark?

Well it is certainly not me.

And if not I, then whom?

Lord only knows.  Lord, only – cares.

But this much  I do know.  He defines me, and He has defined me as a writer and WRITE I shall.

So, we Screenshot from 2019-09-22 07-28-44are leveling out at ten thousand feet, and OH! Look there below.  It is a RAT on the brink.

Great having Eagle Eyes.

Thank you, God!

Until next time.

Don’t perch on the Precipice unless you are certain never to slip.

Welcome to the New Precipice

Well, it was bound to happen.

Responsibilities have dwindled, and now it is time to get back in the game.

The New Precipice has a new vantage.  A new precedence, if you will.

The chasms are still as deep as ever, the peaks – multitudinous.

We will try and soar above them…remaining aloof, in the clouds, and over-watching the nastiness below.

We will try and not over-lord (try, try, and try again).

We make no guarantees.

What we will do, is keep an eye from above.

Like an eagle over rats.

Ever-watchful.  Ever-mindful.  Ever-vigilant.

So come along for the ride.  It’s a vomit comet, and we promise a thrill-a-minute.

Strap on to the eagle’s back.  We are hunting for egoists.  Peering down on the narcissistic.

Rising above even the thermals to ensure we are not ensnared by the craggy cliffs.

And, as always, it is pure opinion from above.

Remember!  If you are offended, you are exactly in the cross hair of the eagle’s eye.

We are looking at you, and you might just want to re-think your sensitivities.

In no uncertain terms, these stories may make some squirm.

If you disagree, we welcome your comments (we may or may not respond).

But we will consider your vantage on the edge of the precipice on which you are interminably perched.  Left, Middle or Right – we won’t hold back (well, we may be a wee bit blind in one eye – we are most-certain you can guess which).

Enjoy the commentary that is soon forthcoming.

We welcome the new, and look forward to re-establishing with readers from old.


The Ludicrosity of the Age

Yeah, I know.

It is not a word.

Consider that we live in a time when words no longer have any real meaning anyway.


Does this impart meaning (mis-matched meaning)?


We have Mothers who will advocate killing their offspring (so much for loving arms).

Fathers who will pay for football, even when it advocates the over-throw of their Nation.

A political party that would un-do what 253 years of America has done – with pen strokes that legislative body will never read.

Glass_dorkly222There is a re-telling of history that takes place – every day, and a dilution of our very souls.

Words such as gender, patriotism, or murder are being re-defined.

And by whom?

So, is it really all about what truly imparts meaning anyway ?  Or is it about advancing an agenda and holding on to a perceived power base.

And who is this base?  Illegal immigrants? Vegans?  Feminists?

Who are the gullible, and the lazy ?  Those who will believe all that is written? All that is on the net?

Screenshot-2019-02-18-07-50-37The government will take care of your every need.  To each in accord with neediness; from each in accord with their lack of ability.

All the P.U. that is fit to broadcast in this net of deceit.

All the stench, fit to print.

And so borrowing from my friends in journalism, I will now write a couple of  “composites” of just who I think is the average constituent who would vote for this alarming nonsense that emanates from a single side of the aisle – who they really are.



He-she’s name is derived from the Sagitarrian.  The half-ling who  is both man and beast. In Archyr’s case, both man and female beast.  Well, in his mind’s eye any way.

Archyr wears a man-bun.  Not on his amovemberman3ss either.  He is “in touch” with his feminine side.  He oozes casual ambiguity.

He is a member of the Movember movement, a November “creation” that celebrates all things man-“ly”, especially facial hair.  He keeps a nicely quaffed beard.  It looks like a Georgia O’Keeffe painting. On Sundays, he forgoes church for a nice game of Othello down at the city park.

He and his “mates” (also gender-nonspecific) have a central tendency to discuss the finishing flavors that pass for “beeyah”.  They indulge in large part on the “floral” flavorings.

His dad was a steel worker.  An out-of-work steel worker, from … Ohio.

He was raised in a one-parent home.  His Mother, a drunk.  A wino, to be specific.  She worked as a teller at the local bank.

He was told from the time he was two that he could be “anything he wanted to be”.

Trouble is, he still has not figured out what that is.

He lives in a hostel.  One of his “mates” (we think a girl) has a decent job, and the two combine their incomes to maintain and run the “hostel”.  People come and go constantly and give what they are able for their living quarters.

Somehow they “eek” an existence.


She-he is a girl.  Very shapely, and quite beautiful (even when “masked” in grunge).

Screenshot-2019-02-18-08-14-12Her eyes are striking, her feminine figure cannot be contained even when covered by a rain barrel.

The girls and boys both are enamored by her striking beauty. No one really knows her sexuality, if she has any at all.  She got her heart broken at twelve when she found out George Michael would not be interested in her.

She dresses in flannel.

Jeans, and flannel.

She runs a bakery that specializes in homo-erotic “pies”.  They have unusual flavorings, like a beer named after Georgia O’Keeffe.   Only, in a “pie”.

Her favorite odor is “pumkin”.

Her “artistry” is gender-nonspecific, so the “pies” take on the shape of the reproductive apparatii of a specific variety of palm tree that grows in the Galapagos.

She does not like to “offend”. She is “trendy”.

She listens to country music. Grunge country.  It is a “niche”.

The songs she relates to as they talk of beer, and angst.  The kind brought on by too much beer.

And too little “angst” (well, a contrived angst, perhaps).

She has posters of Simone de Beauvoir and Ziggy Stardust hanging in her shoppe.

She is both mis-fit and malapropism.  Yet somehow, she perseveres.


So, these caricatures, they represent total fiction.


No one could possibly be this thin.

Or could they?

Thin-skinned, perhaps.

art07As thin as over-diluted white wash.

As transparent as Obama promised to be.  Transparent, but in an opaque sort of way.

And yet, someone out there votes for AOH.

Someone out there actually believes the bee hive somehow will result in utopia, and not the Manson-family farm.

But who are they really ?

They have to come from money.

Money makes the world go ’round.

But who funds them?

Same people as the hippies.  A rich mommy and daddy who will not give up on their precious children?

Well, we know for certain it would likely be the people who hang around Hillary Clinton campaigns.  Or Nancy Pelosi.

Say, speaking of composites, did you catch what N.P.’s daughter said ?  Who raises this mentality?

Maybe.  Just maybe.

Maybe we should focus less on the average constituent who votes for nonsense, and more – more!  Let us focus on what it is, precisely, that creates such mentality.

The real problems in this nation are not the ideas that are floated, but rather, the lack of intellect that is passed on to a future generation in the promulgation of these “ideas”.

One day, there will be a terrible price to pay.

An ideological price.


Caesar’s Dead and DemonRatz Have the Rattle


It has been said that Julius Caesar had a disease, was dying, and he KNEW it !

Of course, this would make his death a sort of suicide-by-cop.

I will be excoriated for this one, but I see a parallel in the attempts to minimize the death of Christ (it “had” to happen, and Brutus/Judas was a “necessary” pawn to complete a master plan).


If you (and I implore you to do so) dig in and search for all the myriad articles on J.C. (Caesar, although there are myriad on Christ as well, which I implore you also to do) – you will find a number of conspiracy theories.

But the one tie that will bind all the search results is – what happens AFTER J.C. was killed (chaos – Christ and Caesar).

The world devolved into a fallen state of depravity and unparalleled brutality.

At least Caesar was simply stabbed (his was over quick, compared to the suffering of Jesus).

And today, Jesus still suffers.

Why?  His children have learned nothing.

Consider for a moment (yet again) Pilate (one of Julius’ “progeny”).

“What is this thing called the Truth?”.

Well, it is where journalists get it all wrong, don’t you think?

They don’t comprehend the truth.  Part of it is, they follow the wrong Master.

But, that is a story for another day.

We are talking Caesar here (and DemonRatz – or did not get that?).


There is a danger in the aftermath of assassination, and Assassination is a dirty, dirty game.

Lot’s of “innocent” people get hurt.

But it is the nature of politics.

Searing hot, fingers get burned.

Musician Willie Nelson, right, appears at a rally in support of Rep. Bernie Sanders, I-Vt., at a farm in Charlotte, Vt., Tuesday, Aug. 8, 2006. Sanders is running for the open seat in the U.S. Senate left by incumbent Sen. James Jeffords. (AP Photo/Toby Talbot)

Especially when they travel down the path of impugning the reputation of another.

Glass houses, anyone?

I honestly think this whole, new phenomenon witnessed in the demise of the DNC is part and parcel of rampant drug use.

Their brains are fried.

Like breakfast bologna.


Well, so…where is the hope?  The change?

I think I sense a rising ground swell in the Libertarian Party.

The guys just need to come up with a good logo or mascot.  Get the guys who designed Pink Floyd’s pyramid-rainbow, for example.

Why not?

They need a great band to represent them too.  Why not Floyd?

Oh well.

Let’s think about one thing here though.

Unlike Caesar, DemonRatz are not really dead.

They just smell that way.

While on the ropes (thank you Obama), they have not been delivered the death blow (nor will they).

However, a rising Libertarian Party might prove as useful as the Bull Moose.

They would serve as a plausible counter-weight to the Leviathon that is the GOP (IF Congress gets its act together – those eleven retard repubs need to go – stinking up the place worse than the DemonRatz).

So, in closing.  Do your homework.  Killing Caesar was a bad, bad thing.

Trying to assassinate a President’s character…also – bad, bad, bad (tsk, tsk).

Falling on one’s own sword is a good thing (especially when, like Judas Iscariot or Marcus Brutus (yes, he committed suicide as well), you got it coming).

However, in politics, there really are no death blows.

Only a staggering death of thousand wounds (and the unfortunate part is – not the players who bleed, but rather, the Nation).

Let’s hope that some leaders rise from this blood letting.

My money is on Trump.  He seems to be sealing leaks, and bandaging a lot of old wounds.

Soon we will be pert as a rutting buck.

High time.

The Cult of the Victim, Condemned

“Night is here again, baby,
Stretched out on my bed
Seeing all kinds of crazy notions
Running around through my head

One hand is on my pillow,
One hand on my head,
I see a million nightmares
Tearing around in my head;

I need a progressive woman;
I need an awfully liberal woman.
I need a social conscious woman
To ease my revolutionary mind.”

-Woody Guthrie, “My Revolutionary Mind”

“Crazy notions running around through my head”.

Of late I have had the occasion to become exposed in ancillary fashion to the dispossessed.

I’ve taken note of the things they talk about.  “Crazy notions”.

They amble and ramble about the bible, their own conviction, the condemnation of all those who do not share in their fallen state.

Some may be delirium from alcohol, others suffering from the madness that is drug abuse.

Of course, all-the-while, we have cultural elites in Californication advocating the microdosing of LSD to “expand their minds”.

From my perspective, this is just a trickling that is headed down the same murky stream as the imaginations gone wild of the average street person.

Crazy from the heat.

But there is an extrapolation to this as well.

Liberals actually believe this fallen state is somehow divine.

They worship at the altar of those who must rely on their policies to survive.

Of course there are those who wish to escape this madness, this hell.

But a state that pushes them there, keeps them there, and convinces them they want to stay there only compounds their misery.

It is a sad commentary, but it is a truism that the liberal would have us all there.

Living on the commune of the looney.

California is a prime example of this.

They mis-manage their water by forgoing the building of a dam, thinking that later they will simply petition the Federal Government to help them with something they screwed up.

Why should everyone have to pay for those who mis-manage?

Well the obvious answer is that we can not turn our backs on it any more than we can turn our backs on the street people.  There, but for the grace of God, right?

But those who perpetually get themselves in trouble are then written off to skid row.

It has always been this way, probably always will be.

But now we have STATES on skid row.

Barack Obama’s home state (ahem) of Illinois.  Skid row.

California. Jersey.  Kentucky, D.C. and Maryland. New York and New Mexico (Mercatus Center, George Mason University, 2017).

In Armour Square and Austin on the West Side of Chicago do you see the raging effects of skid row diplomacy on a grand scale.

And all-the-while the Democrats point fingers and blame capitalism and the Republican party.

It is a mentality they have created, and one of “this is caused by someone else, and somebody HAS to help me”.

Well, yes.  But only up to a point.

I’ve talked to people on skid row who say don’t help this one, or that one as they are perpetually in this system with no intentions of getting out.

And this sub-culture of a sub-culture is right.

The tiny minority who will escape this will do so by “seeing the light”.

By realizing their “victimization” is being driven by a political culture that needs them there.

Without the dis-possesed, the liberal can not live.

The are like the blood-sucking vampire who feeds only in the shadows, the crevices where the successful fear to tread.

So it is a cult that is driven by a reliance on escapism.

A euphemism for a nation-at-large that thrives on the such.

The Democratic National Convention

From Hollywood to HBO, video games to sexting and vexting on hand-held devices, it is a Nation of dependency.

Yet these pockets of those dropping off the grid is growing.

People are returning to old ways.  They are dropping the internet and turning back to their churches for hope.

And who can blame them?

Where is the hope on skid row?  You damn sure will not find it in the policy of the liberal.

Since FDR they have promised an end to poverty, and yet they have made nary a dent.

They are hollow men, with hollow words, and they have no real intention of helping the situation.

Like the junkie on the street needs his drug, the liberal politician needs the junkie for his policies of government reliance.

They mandate such idiocy as solar panels on every house and factory in California, yet they scream to the rest of the nation to bail them out when their policies fail.

The junkie on the street steals to support his habit; the liberal steals from everyone else through a constant requirement for bail out.

The parallels are stark, but very real.

So what is the answer?

There is no easy one for the poverty, but my home state of Tennessee ranks among the nation’s top financial performers.

We are extremely conservative.

Our poor and down trodden, we go to the streets for.

We minister to them through our churches.

We feed them.

Clothe them.  Even house them.

The homeless actually travel from other states to come here to our system.

And why?

It is not a system based on a state that forces compliance, but rather, a state that encourages us all to look at the problem as though it is one that affects us all.

We all live in this, and we all deal with this.

Are we likely to make it go away?  Very doubtful.

Those who relegate themselves to the pyres of destitution will find an almost insurmountable set of obstacles that might lead to their escape.

But through the kindness of a prosperous state, they stand a chance.  And there are those willing to help them escape that bleak strata that is the dirt of the street.

And some will escape.

Some will climb out.

Horatio Alger is alive and well.

Lil’ Orphan Annie, and the dreams this tale elicit – alive and well.

Hope is eternal and charity – real charity – is a possibility; but not a likelihood in a state that perpetually feeds this dragon of dependency and doom.

It is time to get tough.  Feed them, but make damned certain they understand that we will not tolerate their cycle of dependency – be it for the junkie on the street, or the Nation-State like California constantly getting itself in trouble and then seeking a handout from the rest of us.

Time to pony up, liberal.

Time to face the harsh reality of responsibility.