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Living Large, While Others Eat Cake

Hear about who is “Living Large” during these times that try men’s souls?

Click Here for the Modern Marie Antoinette Hoisting Her Hammer, Sickle and Paid-In-Full, Dues Card.

Talk about your Manchurian candidates, huh? (How much they kicking back to you, Herr King of the Hoops?).

I’ve always known that those suck-tails and “brother’s of the hood”, brotherhood were in collective cahoots.  Never fails, pinko-commie flamingos will always flock together.

Oh, and by the way, “John-Q-tax-paying-citizen”…just like with Big “O”, Obama, your the one getting stuck with the bill.

America, did you learn anything at all about all those privileged-puke, up-scale, children of flowers, Charlie Manson and drug-induced state of paranoia that WAS the sixties generation? (Their children’s children have risen in the form of Obama and his Union buds).

It’s all about the have’s and the have-nots.  And guess what?  The one’s who are screaming the loudest are not those who went and fought in Viet Nam — they were the children of the rich who stayed here, shot heroin and made love in the afternoon sun (or, union-produced cannons, M-16’s and napalm).

You know, the same bunch running the country today.

We have sold our souls to commercials, to movies and to propaganda about each of us being “Earth Mothers” and “Earth Stewards” instead of having common sense and living (as best we can) in a universe over which we have little (if any) control.

Welcome to the world of chaos.

You know, I like to think of chaos as a spinning top that suddenly begins to spin out of control.

It will not stay on its tip, spinning beautifully, unless certain conditions are maintained.

Proper speed, the mass and bulk of the “torso” of the top, the material of which the “tip” is made (when I was a kid, I found a compound of plastic or rubber worked best – of the kind skate-board wheels were made – can’t remember the name of the compound, but it was like a sticky “rubber-plastic”).

The tip of the thing was a hardened piece of steel, but it was surrounded and cushioned in this rubber-plastic formed in the shape of blunt-arrow tip.

It had a very long cord, and an instrument to hold it steady while force was applied to the string.

The thing would spin, and spin, and spin (and then, spin some more – absolutely amazing piece of engineering).

It was a thing of beauty, but always, always (unless I caught it), once it slowed, it would careen, out-of-control, its top-heavy mass forcing it to tumble not unlike the current economy.

We, as a global economy, seem to be at a momentary “lull” where things are not getting too much worse, and getting none-too-much better.

This is usually when the top would begin to careen.

Let’s hope somebody besides a bunch of zombie-esque, marijuana-craving and semi-stoned hippies and their brother malcontent union screws hell-bent on robbing the nation’s coffers through government “buy-back” programs is there to snatch the top before it starts to tumble (these rogues have proven that they are only “all about themselves” like a narcotic fiend craving his next fix).

Wouldn’t it be nice if from the ashes of these poor, dumb SOB’s that somebody with some sense would rise and lead this world out of the turmoil it now faces?

God speed the GOP (may the lumbering, sleepy elephant begin finally to trumpet, and to charge!).

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 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 !

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).

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

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!”.


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 ?


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.

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!).

The Duality of Contention

Its Sin, and its Virtue

It is both contemptible, and it is praiseworthy.

On the one hand, contention is the hallmark of the loyal opposition.

On the other, it is the bane of the ruling class.

So what is the fine, divining line for what represents “good” contention?

One must first analyze the concepts of both good, and evil.

The rational mind can easily make such determinations.

For example, when a duck is roasting above an open campfire, “fire is good”; however, put yourself in the place of the duck in the form of a house fire, and “fire is bad”.

The rationalist would say that it is futile to measure, or to try and measure, good and evil.

They would say that it is all based on perspective.

I suppose they’d have somewhat the conundrum on their hands were it to be their cousin, Eddie the duck, who transpires in his house due to fire…but the rationalist would probably say “ah, just go ahead and chow down on old Eddie – never was worth much anyway – oughtta do somebody some good in death, since he didn’t in life”.

I would argue that there is evil in this rationale.

What are you willing to sacrifice so that there can be an improvement in your own condition?  Moreso, what are you willing to see others sacrifice for your own hide?

Being in the minority party now, contention takes on somewhat a “new” light for me.  Now I am forced to defend all, and I am forced to do so by a party that basically falls into the category of the cold rationalist.

They will do whatever it takes to hold on and survive.

I am reminded of spoiled brats I grew up with who would do most anything to “get their way”.

Well, I’m afraid that my contention is a bit different.

I am not willing to sacrifice others for my own sake.

I am, however, most willing to put them in harm’s way for something that is beneficial to us all.

For example, I will not sacrifice one company to save another, when through tried and true principles (free market enterprise), they could both be salvaged.

I was twenty hours from receiving a minor in business, and I remember vividly the mantra of our professors, from econ to business management they railed “Profit is King”.

From the standpoint of business operating in a capitalist system, there is absolute truth in this statement.

The unfortunate thing is, we are no longer a capitalist system (some say never to be again, but I disagree – all things are possible with God, and I believe, free men).

Henry Ford once said “they can have any car they want as long as it is black and a Model T”.

General Motors introduced the concept of a paint line.

People could have a choice.

And boy, did they ever choose.

So much so, that the concept of diversification took on new life.

From the concept sprang not only paint lines, but different car lines.

What was once one, became many.

Cadillac, Pontiac, Chevrolet, Oldsmobile, GMC (and I’m sure I’m leaving some out) – the concept grew into the titan.

I learned, also in business school (and probably before through friends and other classes) that the Japanese have a saying that “on a clear day, you can see Mt. Fuji” (the island chain, I understand, is more extensive than meets the eye in Japan and I’m sure it is akin to my seeing my smoky mountains from far reaches – reminding me of home).

A book came out once entitled “On a Clear day, you can see GM”.

General Motors is one of the flagship corporations that made this nation strong.

It is in part what has stood as a rampart of sorts.  It is one tier in a lined fortress.

ALCOA, IBM, US Steel, Unisys, Microsoft…the list can go on, and on ad infinitum.  Each one represents a rampart in our fortress.

And now we have the voice of “change”.

“Mr. Obama, tear down those walls!”.


It is one thing to tear down a wall that is oppressive and designed to keep people in.

But let’s consider, these are multi-national corporations.   They employ people all over the world.

They are not designed to either keep people in, or keep people out.

Theirs, is but one mission.


They are not prejudiced.

I once worked for a heavy metals company.  I remember fondly how they would say, “we know how to do one thing, and we know how to do it well.  We make that metal.  That metal is our pay.  We do it right because we know there is a reward in the end in the form of our paychecks that we get from making the stuff. It is what we do”.

Now we have Obama and his merry band telling us that they have it all wrong.  That somehow, this needs to be changed.

It is not “fair” that they should make a profit through their hard work when others do not.



You want fair?

Fair is seeing the feather-bedding sons-a-bitches getting off their assess and help the rest of the world turn a profit.  That is fair.

Fair is having a system where everyone is expected to pull their weight.

Fair is a world free from muzzles of the kind Congress and BO’s stinking plans want to place on blogs and talk radio through the “fairness” doctrine.


There is no fairness in their regulation (UNLESS your lazy ass is laying in a feather bed).

He is single-handed tearing down what this nation has built from dust.

He is taking a thriving, positive system and turning it into one that “plays favorites”.

He is essentially reducing it to the lowest common denominator, the sluggish, apathetic sorry piece of shit laying in a feather bed while others accept risk and build civilization.

I am no rationalist when it comes to good and evil.

I believe that any can see the difference between the two.

There can be no good in dismantling through regulation.

The bible states that evil will twist the truth and use it to its own devices.

I believe we are witnessing this first-hand.

There is no good in the policies that are being forced down the throat of this nation today.

What we have is an evil Pygmalion one with an intent not to improve the lot of some lowly individual (what was lowly about American capitalism – once the envy of the world?).

What we have is someone with their own concept of what is righteous and good, and yet from what I see, there is no good in any of his policies.

To destroy what was once something others held in high esteem – where is the good in that?

I remember when Russians (before the wall came down) – when common Russians desired to wear Levi jeans.

We took them for granted.  They were “knocking around” clothes.

They were prized behind the iron curtain.

What is evil in that?

Rampant greed?

Sure, if the object is greed.  But what if it is simply to have a quality pair of durable britches that happen also to be (in some individual estimation)…stylish?  Is that evil?

I always detested that teacher from school who would say “if you bring bubble gum into the class, you have to bring one for everybody”.

Like hell.

It was my ass that was out on the weekends picking up bottles to turn them in for coins with which to buy the bubble gum.

Let the other bastards get out in the hot sun and pick up bottles so that they too can enjoy and nice, juicy chew in school.

What is unfair is for you to expect me to work double-time for the damned lazy slugs who would not get up off their fat assess to change their minds, much less earn a piece of bubble gum.


Your damned right.

But I believe that mine is a form of contention that stands for what is true, and what is right, and therefore, what is righteous.

No more mister nice-guy.

It is time to take off the gloves, and fight for my damned piece of bubble gum.

I’m not a Socialist; I just want “peace”

A piece of the banks, a piece of GM, and a wee, little piece of the American taxpayer’s soul:







“Viable” Business and the Kadenko Underground

Of late there has been a great deal of talk of the Treasury “regulators” and their efforts to ensure that banks are only giving loans to what Geitner keeps calling “viable” businesses.

One could only conclude that those “viable” businesses would be of the kind that would fit well into the liberal concept of what constitutes “business”.

The kinds of “business” from an historical standpoint that have captured the interests of the liberals in the past seem to be of the type that do the most to inhibit industrial-capitalist enterprises.

For example, one such business is the business of regulation itself.

With this “greening” of America that is shaping up, there will have to be countless regulators forming businesses such as environmental study firms set up to count the ass hairs on the rare African Finch to determine how mankind’s breathing has affected hair growth on its nebulous nates.

There will, of course, have to be firms established that will handle all the after-effects of all this greening as well.

For example, we will need firms to determine what to do with all those “green” light bulbs once their “promised” 10,000 hour lifespan has ended.  We can’t have that mercury that is a part of their engineering winding up in landfills.

So Geitner and his 64 banking regulators, I suppose, will play god and determine who gets money, and who does not.  If, for example, you are a firm building large, wind-powered mercury-reclamation facilities, you’ll probably get a large, lump sum of “capital” to build your plants.  With any luck they will make it big, if the wind blows as much as the politicians and regulators you have in your pockets.

I think there needs to be a new word coined.   Since we are no longer a capitalist country under the Obama-Geitner Gulag, maybe we should begin calling the moneys appropriated “socital” rather than capital (capital, after all, comes about from re-investment from your own profits – what profit is there in this whole eco-socialist manifest?).

Well, moving on.

Solzhenitsyn speaks in his book (which, by the way, I’m backing off from the synopsis in the right column – my blog is not a set of cliff notes, and students need to digest this work themselves – it is fascinating) – but Solzhenitsyn speaks of the mining engineers who were thrown into the Gulag because they “hid” large deposits of precious metals while the Germans were invading (ore deposits that they had not yet discovered).

I am reminded of the quip about journalist’s questioning (interrogation, really – like Gitmo Waterboarding) during the media-driven Nixon ‘coup’ – “how often do you beat your wife”.  There is no answer to that one – damned if you do, damned if you don’t (answer, that is).

Through the vast cataloguing of arrests and the offenses that led to arrests in Solzhenitsyn work, I took note of one group that was of particular interest to myself as a sworn defender of all things Capitalist (well, most things) – the Kadenko group.

It would seem that a Russian destroyer was either driven or ran aground near Sweden.  Sweden was (and is, illustrated by the current mass-investigation into USB) a capitalist (and war-neutral) country.

The seamen aboard the ship were welcomed into Sweden throughout the rest of the war.  Once the war was over, Sweden turned them and the ship back over to the Russians.  The crew was, of course, put on trial for sentencing to a “tenner” in  the Gulag, but apparently the trial never gained steam and they were dispersed through-out the country only later to be brought up on charges of “Soviet Agitation” as enemies of the state due to their indiscreet discussions of how good they had it in Capitalist Sweden and then summarily thrown in the Gulags.

They had never known prosperity like they had seen in Sweden during their “captivity” there during the length of WW II.

Now the reason I take such interest in this (and you probably wonder how this ties in to the “viable” business) is that I wonder what sorts of movements will spring up in our nation in opposition to the Socialist undertakings of the left-wing.

Geitner and his bunch are shaping up to be just like the Russians with their convenient definitions of what constitutes “viable” businesses that will qualify for the now state-owned banks to lend moneys to.

It’s like the poor engineers who failed to deliver a bridge when the Politburo members were spending all the appropriated moneys for the bridge on lavish Dachau’s and opulent parties instead.

Party insiders got fat and rich while the engineers were tossed in the Gulag.

Same goes for the undiscovered iron ore that was in the ground that the Russian Geologists had therein been “hiding” and thus hampering the Russian war efforts against the Germans.

It is probably far, far preliminary for such talk now, but I think it is time that an “underground” movement be formed in our nation.  We can call it the “Kadenko Underground” in memory of those seamen who were so enamored with the capitalist society they experienced in Sweden during the war.

By the way, after those seamen had spent years in the Gulags, the Western European press became curious as to what had happened to these men.  The Russians spent time grooming them, fattening them up and conditioning them for a meeting with the foreign press “canard” (as Solzhenitsyn describes them) to feed them propaganda about how they were being educated or working in varied aspects of Russian society and that they had all written one another to get together and meet these journalists and people whom they had known back in Sweden, thus helping to perpetuate the lie that they were being well-treated by the Russians and had enough money to travel to meet with this crack investigation team (not unlike those keeping an eye on Iranian nukes or the United Nations team that was watching Hussein).

After the press canard was satisfied they printed their stories and the men had their head’s shaved, they were deloused, their clothes were taken and they were reissued prison stripes.  Because of their cooperation though, the Russians were kind enough not to give them a second sentence of ten years, hard labor.

This concept of obfuscation and lies, of cover-ups and dirty pool seems all-too-familiar in this age of Obama.

It seems every appointee he has put forth has some sort of troubled financial past; and these are who we are entrusting to “fix” our broken capitalist system?

To this I say long live the Kadenko Underground; it is akin to the Diaspora, where the Israelites had their “taste of honey” only to be cast into the wilderness to relay stories of the promised land.

These poor men, because they had dared to speak of what life outside the iron curtain was like, were cast into the dungeon hell of the Gulag.

It is my fear that the same will begin to happen in America today, as banks and regulators decide who is worthy of government-mandated moneys, and who should be cast into an impoverished wasteland.

Long live the Kadenko Underground (the “KU” or “coup”).


I’ve compiled some quotes from our Revolution that I felt like re-visiting, given current events.

No Taxation Without Representation

Don’t Tread On Me

Liberty must at all hazards be supported. We have a right to it, derived from our Maker. But if we had not, our fathers have earned and bought it for us, at the expense of their ease, their estates, their pleasure, and their blood.
John Adams, A Dissertation on the Canon and Feudal Law, 1765
(from library thinkquest)

Let justice be done though the heavens should fall.
John Adams in a letter in 1777

I wonder where is the justice in Al Gore’s rants that the sky is falling and the globe is melting, melting, melting, or in Geitner’s bank “regulators” who are really more redistributionist hit-squad?  More and more Geitner is looking like the man behind the curtain, and Al Gore like a melting, wicked witch of the West.

But a Constitution of Government once changed from Freedom, can never be restored. Liberty once lost is lost forever.
John Adams, letter to Abigail Adams, 1775

The dons, the bashaws, the grandees, the patricians, the sachems, the nabobs, call them by what names you please, sigh and groan and fret, and sometimes stamp and foam and curse, but all in vain. The decree is gone forth, and it cannot be recalled, that a more equal liberty than has prevailed in other parts of the earth must be established in America.
John Adams, letter to Patrick Henry, June 3, 1776

Human nature itself is evermore an advocate for liberty. There is also in human nature a resentment of injury, and indignation against wrong. A love of truth and a veneration of virtue. These amiable passions, are the “latent spark” … If the people are capable of understanding, seeing and feeling the differences between true and false, right and wrong, virtue and vice, to what better principle can the friends of mankind apply than to the sense of this difference.
John Adams, the Novanglus, 1775

“Where liberty dwells, there is my country.”
Benjamin Franklin

I pronounce it as certain that there was never yet a truly great man that was not at the same time truly virtuous.
Benjamin Franklin

We must all hang together, or assuredly we shall all hang separately.
Benjamin Franklin,
(attributed) at the signing of the Declaration of Independence, July 4, 1776

Slavery is such an atrocious debasement of human nature, that its very extirpation, if not performed with solicitous care, may sometimes open a source of serious evils.
Benjamin Franklin, An Address to the Public, November, 1789

The ordaining of laws in favor of one part of the nation, to the prejudice and oppression of another, is certainly the most erroneous and mistaken policy. An equal dispensation of protection, rights, privileges, and advantages, is what every part is entitled to, and ought to enjoy.
Benjamin Franklin, Emblematical Representations, 1774

Can you say “Timothy Geitner” ???

He that goes a borrowing goes a sorrowing.
Benjamin Franklin, from his writings, 1758

Looks like !

A penny saved is twopence clear.
Benjamin Franklin, Poor Richard’s Almanack

Wish not so much to live long as to live well.
Benjamin Franklin, Poor Richard’s Almanack, 1746

“I am for doing good to the poor, but I differ in opinion of the means. I think the best way of doing good to the poor, is not making them easy in poverty, but leading or driving them out of it. In my youth I traveled much, and I observed in different countries, that the more public provisions were made for the poor, the less they provided for themselves, and of course became poorer. And, on the contrary, the less was done for them, the more they did for themselves, and became richer.”
Ben Franklin, 1766

“The war has actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms!”
Nathanael Greene, In an anonymous letter, 1781

“Every kind of of service, necessary to the public good, becomes honorable by being necessary.”
Nathan Hale, when his friend, Captain William Hull, was accused of crossing enemy lines, 1776

“If this be treason, make the most of it.”
Patrick Henry, n.d.

The battle, sir, is not to the strong alone; it is to the vigilant, the active, the brave.
Patrick Henry, speech in the Virginia Convention, 1775

The republican is the only form of government which is not eternally at open or secret war with the rights of mankind.
Thomas Jefferson, letter to William Hunter

These are the times that try men’s’ souls. The summer soldier and the sunshine patriot will, in this crisis, shrink from the service of their country; bur that stands it now, deserves the love and thanks of man and woman. Tyranny…..is not easily conquered; yet we have this consolation with us, that the harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph.
Thomas Paine, Intro to the The Crisis, December 19, 1776

“If there must be trouble, let it be in my day, that my child may have peace.”
Thomas Paine, 1776

Freedom had been hunted round the globe; reason was considered as rebellion; and the slavery of fear had made men afraid to think. But such is the irresistible nature of truth, that all it asks, and all it wants, is the liberty of appearing.
Thomas Paine, Rights of Man, 1791

What we obtain too cheap, we esteem too lightly: it is dearness only that gives every thing its value.
Thomas Paine, The American Crisis, No. 1, December 19, 1776

See these and more fascinating quotes from our American Revolution at library thinkquest .

Digging up Bones

What can we make of recent history.

It may be that in the future all that we have left will be recent history. Who will remember anything more than the last thing a politician said.

Consider the last 50 days, and then project them into the future.  What do you make of that?

To quote the air traffic controller in “Airplane!”, he could make “a hat, or a broach”.

John Lennon, and the Beatles would make, I suppose, jeu jeu eyballs and marmalade skies (what drugs were they using? Maybe if we pushed some on team Obama it would have the opposing effect on the path now travailed).

Al Gore would probably “invent” some new form of telepathic internet, or find some way to blow cuban-cigar smoke signal, “I love you, my little love-story-girl”, smoke-ring cyphers through the microphone on his laptop computer to his beloved “Tipper”.

What the hell kind of name is “Tipper” anyway?

Here is a quasi-fictional timeline for Team Obama:

(To Be Revised)

If after all the other comparisons (a “savior” figure, Lincoln (the “gay” Republican – gotta keep those “special” interests happy), F.D.R.,  Truman,  Herbert Hoover) and now some Senator has compared him to Samuel L. Gompers.

I’m beginning to think he is the man without a face.  “Mr. Cellophane”, or one of those morphing creatures from the comic books.

Samuel L. Gompers, for those of you who do not know, was once a cigar roller.  He must have been pretty good at it as they made him their craft-union President.

He was later credited with starting the A.F.L. (the first part of the later-formed “AFL-CIO” or American Federation of Labor – Congress of Industrial Organizations).  Now the time-frame for Gompers was the late 1800’s.

It is important to put this in the context of history. The Industrial Workers of the World (IWW or “Wobblies”) formed around 1905 in Chicago (of all places) when anarchists, socialists and radical trade unionists came together to form a united, militant front.

One could consider the similarities here all too uncanny (reference Bill Ayers and the radical underground movement “The Weathermen) not to mention the stomping grounds of our one and only, Barrack Obama.

To put even greater bearing on these historic events, consider that the Bolshevik, or “October” revolution in Russia took place in the year 1917.

It is ironic that socialism’s “birthing pangs” took place in Chicago, and now we are faced with a President who wishes to socialize the entire nation and hailing from where else?  Chicago, Chicago (my kinda town?).

I wonder if it was an unfortunate mistake that the Congressman compares Obama’s policies to Gompers, or whether this is somehow a planned thing.

I hate conspiracy theory.  How about we call this “one’s conjecture” on just what “the other side” may be up to?  I like that better than making another gaffe like Hillary with a “vast left-wing” conspiracy coming from our side of the fence.

This is more putting your finger on their pulse to find signs of life, or better, hooking up an Electro-Encephalograph to their brains to see if the evidence we see of no activity on the outside can be corroborated by a lack of brain activity on the other side of the thick skull.

So, back to Gompers.  He defines the liberal use of union bargaining with management.  He coined the concept of always asking for “more, more, more!!!”.  He would have an idea in mind of the level of extra pay that the union desired, and he would bargain for a hundred times that.

It is a sly maneuver, and seems typical of so many making headlines today.

It is a form of “obfuscation” or masking of reality.

Consider the minds of Al Gore, Bill Clinton (I did not have…), Hillary (when she was in that hot landing zone) – but go outside our borders and look at other news-making figures.

Saddam Hussein claimed to have WMD’s (we had reason to believe he did, and I still think they were there – I SAW the fighter jet (in a news story) that was dug up in the deserts of Syria).  After his capture and subsequent interrogation, he revealed that it was a “feint” to throw off the enemy Syria (and later the WMD’s wind up there – “the enemy of my enemy is my friend”).

Now you have this North Korean, Kim Jung Il, rattling his sabres about the “satellites” he is putting into orbit.

Well, technically, a nuclear missile is a satellite (briefly, anyway).  It may only go through half an orbit, but it does follow an orbit if only for about 20 minutes, or so.

With all this obfuscation, how does one ever derive the truth?

You’ve heard it before from some of your best friends “ahhh, they are all crooks anyway”.

Now, here’s the sign of Armageddon (seriously) – the lies becoming the truth.

Who do we follow?  What line of thinking is the correct path?

This is why faith is so very important.

If you over-lay a scientist’s logic with faith, I believe you will find a pretty good statistical fit.

Scientists operate on assumptions.  The religious operate on faith.

Scientists look for clues in data and what is left behind after an event (like the collision of two particles) and the religious look for the signs that fulfil past prophesy.

I’ve never been a fan of too much mixing of the two, but still…there seems an eerie parallel between them (perhaps because both involve human beings?).

I suppose the same could be applied to history.  History operates on what is left behind.

Writings, musings, photos, paintings, novels, newspapers and government archives.

One could take all the facts, put them together and draw a conclusion, but there is still that element of uncertainty.

Now I think everyone who is faithful would argue that there is no uncertainty in faith, so we stop the comparisons there.

When we look at the truths that are put forth today, how many of them actually follow sound reasoning?

It is my opinion that very few do.  But the fact is, some might.

So we were off by a few years in our prediction of the fall of the Soviets.  Do we really want to gamble that the Israeli’s are off in their assessment of a nuclear Iran?

And what about Kim Jung Il?  Shall we continue to hold our breath and assume he really is just putting up benign satellites (hardy, har, har)?

Perhaps it is time we step back from those bargaining for “more, more, more” and look at past performance.

What has this concept of bargaining gotten Mr. Gomper’s unions today?

Look at the U.S. automotive industry.

They are in shambles.  Their wages have priced them right out of the world market-place (and to hear Team Obama describe it, the world has already adopted socialism, and it is the path we should also follow).


Two years ago I was hearing about how the world was in a state of economic depression already.

Could socialism have anything to do with that?

Everyone is trying to point fingers and assign blame.  Congressmen are ganging up on Bernanke,  Obama wants to blame Bush, and the world all has its eye on USB in Switzerland.

It does not take a genius to look at the facts of what socialist, collectivist mentality has brought the world.

It has brought the world to its knees.

Let’s pray an alternate path springs forth, and soon!