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The Educational Industrial Complex

Wed, 02/27/2019 - 12:30pm

Beware the Educational Industrial Complex –

There is an “Educational Industrial Complex” that seeks to advance its agenda and increase its political power and social influence in national, state and local government. It is an informal alliance between the nation’s educators, education institutions, and education advocates.

They work together as vested interests through lobbyists and groups to influence public policy and distribution of government funds and resources, specifically taxpayers’ money. Money is their power, and they guard the public funds like junkyard dogs in Congress, state legislatures, county courthouses, city halls, and school districts. They also constantly seek more money.

Money and their politically correct liberal agenda are THE agenda to the Educational Industrial Complex, not whether Johnny or Susie can read, write, add, or think properly. However, they always ask for more money to address a student’s academic problems.
Beware the Educational Industrial Complex in your backyard. It is destroying individual freedom and liberty.

George Rodriguez, El Conservador
El Conservador

The Butcher Shop

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The Fall Of Civilizations

Tue, 02/26/2019 - 11:14am

From the Mind of a Dumb ole Biker in Alvin Texas

The Chaplain Gypsy Robert’s personal observations, a man who has studied the history of man and societies going back all the way to the end of the Ice Age.

So a freaking man, dresses in a Tuxedo dress, and this is what makes the headline news all morning praising this fruit cake at the Oscars. I don’t watch the Oscars for this very reason and I feel, the fact that this is what makes the headline news the morning after is a real indication of where this country is headed. There is no substance to our society anymore. This is being shoved in our face as the new normal. Folks, I’m only going to say this once, If you have never had to use a feminine product, you know the ones I’m talking about, Tampons or Kotex’s, then your a freaking man! You are not a woman. You can dress like a woman all you want, but your still a man.

If you do have to use a tampon or a Kotex, your a woman, not a man. Sadly, we have lost our moral compass in this country, there is no turning back, but throughout history, any society that has reached this point, has fallen and never recovered. God is not amused by any of this and he will destroy this country in the near future, That’s historical fact. Whether you believe the Bible or not is irrelevant in this fact, History itself proves this without ever having to open the Bible.

So if you don’t believe the Biblical Scriptures, simply open any historical book and see what happens to societies that reach this point in their history. While the Bible tells us what’s happening, the History books back this up one hundred percent. The scriptures tell us, once this starts happening, it’s going to snowball faster than anyone can imagine. Scripture also tells us, all these things must happen.

Stand Firm, our faith is fixing to be tested like it’s never been tested at any other time in modern history. God Bless, time to put the full armor of God on, the evil that’s coming is unlike anything we have ever experienced before.

Ah, but I digress, After all, I’m just a Dumb ole Biker from Alvin, Texas, What do I know?
Be as wise as the Serpent, be as gentle as a Dove…

From the Butcher: Chappy is spot on! If you are religious or not, we are on a downhill slide. George Rodriguez addressed another aspect to this and Doc Greene went to JAIL trying to protect children in a public library. So this guy shows up in a dress! All Hollywood stood and clapped. I’ll go with that. They’ve all got the clap. Just read his explanation. The Butcher Shop

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PeckerWoods of the World Unite!

Mon, 02/25/2019 - 12:44pm

A word about our new distribution. No, we didn’t go to Facebook Jail. To begin with, our reach has become so extensive the very process of distribution was taking more time than the creation of content. From pages, groups, and select friends it was a full coffee pot job. We began by consolidating individuals on Messenger who routinely read us into one group. That made it a “one click” affair. Also, it won’t set off the Facebook spam filter so no one will be missed. Some people left that group and we’re good with that. Some simply like to seek out material on their own.

Next, we revitalized various pages on Facebook that we controlled. Peckerwood Press was the first. Then The Butcher Shop, Clevenger and Witt, and the brand new Lawless Journalism. Two pages we do not control were included, both from Doc Greene. We also submit to the Dam Good Times, and Crystal Lee hasn’t washed my mouth out with soap yet for which I am very grateful.

This is an effort to not force our opinions upon any groups or individuals who might be offended by straight talk. If you don’t like balls to the wall political content don’t come here!

Our flagship, as you know, is the Tea Party Tribune. They have been very kind to us and I hope we have boosted their circulation. They worked with us as we pushed the boundaries of just what conservatism is. What we are NOT is a bunch of old fools stuck in the last century! We range from Peter in London to Daniel in Amsterdam to a little lady in Texas who we hope will grace the Butcher Shop with her brilliant insight.

Brother Theo and I were frankly surprised by the explosion of interest. From Facebook to YouTube our message of mutual understanding is catching on. We just got tired of not being able to discuss the movie ”Black Beauty” without being called a racist!

So, to all the Peckerwoods out there, join us in pecking at the tree if neo-liberal bias until it becomes a totem pole!

The Butcher Shop

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How To Retire At The Holiday Inn

Mon, 02/25/2019 - 9:23am

No nursing home for us. We’ll be checking into a Holiday Inn!

With the average cost for a nursing home care costing $188.00 per day, there is a better way when we get old and too feeble.

I’ve already checked on reservations at the Holiday Inn. For a combined long term stay discount and senior discount, it’s $59.23 per night.

Breakfast is included, and some have happy hours in the afternoon. That leaves $128.77 a day for lunch and dinner in any restaurant we want, or room service, laundry, gratuities and special TV movies.

Plus, they provide a spa, swimming pool, a workout room, a lounge and washer-dryer, etc. Most have free toothpaste and razors, and all have free shampoo and soap. $5-worth of tips a day and you’ll have the entire staff scrambling to help you. They treat you like a customer, not a patient.

There’s a city bus stop out front, and seniors ride free.
The handicap bus will also pick you up (if you fake a decent limp). To meet other nice people, call a church bus on Sundays.

For a change of scenery, take the airport shuttle bus and eat at one of the nice restaurants there.
While you’re at the airport, fly somewhere. Otherwise, the cash keeps building up.

It takes months to get into decent nursing homes. Holiday Inn will take your reservation today. And you’re not stuck in one place forever — you can move from Inn to Inn, or even from city to city.

Want to see Hawaii ? They have Holiday Inn there too.
TV broken? Light bulbs need changing? Need a mattress replaced? No problem.. They fix everything, and apologize for the inconvenience.

The Inn has a night security person and daily room service. The maid checks to see if you are ok. If not, they’ll call an ambulance . . . Or the undertaker.

If you fall and break a hip, Medicare will pay for the hip, and Holiday Inn will upgrade you to a suite for the rest of your life.

And no worries about visits from family. They will always be glad to find you, and probably check in for a few days mini-vacation. The grand-kids can use the pool. What more could I ask for?

So, when I reach that golden age, I’ll face it with a grin.

Terry Robison

The Butcher Shop

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Dear Hillary

Sun, 02/24/2019 - 9:36am
Dear Hillary,

Well, the last election season for everyone, you included. It’s too bad you won’t be around to crap on the democrats any longer, but let’s face it, ya lost! Yep, the same tactics you used to destroy the hopes Bernie had didn’t work in the general election, thank God, did not work on the segment of our electors as those who slavishly follow your party’s propaganda. For once, the slavish instincts of the other side served to demonstrate to the world that the sleeping giant has been awakened. But now it appears that the old gray nag is back! And you’re up to the same old tricks you’ve been using before.

That’s right, the evidence is right there for anyone who wishes to see past their own concerns, but, as we all know, little people think little, so let me spell it out for you: Less than half of the folks who could have voted turned out to vote in the 2016 election. I know, I know, so what, right? Man, this never gets old. The key to understanding the transfer of one medium to another is volume. Huh? Yep, if a ship gets a hole in it, the ship fills with water, and sinks! That’s because the volume of the ocean is greater than the volume of the ship. Since most of those democrats who would have voted for anyone but stayed home, the picture becomes clear due to the cropping effect of that phenomenon. By removing the blurring brought about by red and blue states one simply turns to the battleground states to discern the true character of this nation.

Adjusting for regional demographics, and voter concerns, one can easily see that voters turned out in the battleground states in far greater numbers. Post ballot interviews reveal that their purpose was to turn back the tide of globalization that has been spewed into this country by you and your confederates. These were the so called undecided voters. We Americans are sick at heart as we watch other cultures assimilate American territory as aliens from the third world march unopposed across our land, simply taking our children’s heritage for their own. Oh, and we know that you guys are selling it. Yeah, we’re on to you. So, look to those battleground states to determine your future, or more accurately, lack of future.

As you plot your strategy, I would like to recap your highest achievements; you know, the ones we will never forget, before before saying GIT! Here is a short list of your greatest crimes: First, who can forget the way you boldly destroyed ACORN? Man, that was slick. You took an obviously bogus video (one thoroughly debunked on the very day of your cowardly act) and led the charge to destroy the last example of Saul Alinsky’s open display to the American people of how to build community representation in a republican democracy. Good work Fluffy! The little folk will likely never recover their voice, and you led the way!

Then, who can forget single payer health care? Before the president could even comment, you brayed “not on the table!” In that signature brassy voice that only you possess. What was it you said when Trump made his famous “bus” joke? Ah yes, words mean things. Words like, “Ah nevah had sex wid dat woman!” That meant something, too. Just where were you you’re your husband ate that pizza that night. I think it’s symbolic that the little sex ring that you’re husband, and possibly even you refer to little girls as “pizza.”

Thanks to you, Iran will have a robust nuclear weapons program soon. Thanks to you America’s diverse economy has been broken up and sold to WTO, because God knows, it takes a village. As I remember it took a village with pitchforks and torches to end count Dracul the inspiration for Dracula. By the way, just so you know, My wife and I raised my children with the help of our family and friends. It the damn village came for them there would have been blood! It would appear though that your efforts to turn our great nation’s cities into third world villages has enjoyed great success.

Many thanks for empowering the IMF to such an extent that most countries cannot establish lines of credit without kowtowing to the guidelines for establishing A One World Government. Honestly, you have a slave owner’s mentality. There is a growing list of crimes that become too numerous to list, much less discuss, that cling to you like what drifted across Mr. Trump’s nose when he said “such a nasty woman!” Hint to the wise, Beano! A case where he who smelt it did NOT deal it.

I simply can not say, “Buh Bye” without mentioning ChinaGate. This is, next to your decision to remove Senator Sanders from the race without giving the American electorate in it’s entirety the opportunity to measure him as a candidate, the most serious crime you are guilty of, or should I say you share responsibility for? As I have said, this is MY country. When you let China steal ALL of our top level secret technology By allowing a known operative to waltz out of the country with a hard drive containing said documents (and yes, there is a smoking gun) you sold secrets that belonged to all Americans. That’s me! Those were my property, and the property of my descendants, and you allowed the Chinese to steal them! Now, this was all publicly available knowledge at the time, but remember, Most of the nation still slumbered then.

Maybe this is how it had to be. Perhaps democrat and republican would never have learned to fight side by side without this event. However, I caution you; do not think we are grateful. You and your ilk have been seen, and were I you I would boogie before Rudy Giuliani figures out that nobody will stop him if he decides to have a few witch trials. Get thee hence white woman! And don’t let the door hit you in the butt on the way out!!!

The Butcher Shop

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Sat, 02/23/2019 - 8:14am

The mothers met at Fat Eddies the following Wednesday about noon. They sat in the back of the café and ordered the “special” which was always meat, two veggies, a salad, tea and bread. Fat Eddie would brag that he didn’t have an “all you can eat” bar because if his lunch didn’t fill you up he’d bring you more out to eat. They ate their salads in silence and then Barbara spoke.

“Look, these things happen. God knows June is wild as a cat, but she is just sixteen, and your son.”

“Don’t tell me about my son Barbara! My son still wanted a truck for Christmas. Your little girl is not a little girl. Everyone in this town knows how she gets around!”

Barbara was not a coward and would have slapped Claudette, except that the real estate lady still had something she wanted. She was smart enough to hold her temper. June was wild, that was no lie. She did get around, and that was no lie either. Still, the object of this meeting was to work out the wedding. They both knew why they were here. She agreed that Mike needed time to graduate, but just as soon as possible after he walked across that stage down at the high school gym, he needed to walk down the isle down at the church! She decided on a verbal attack as opposed to a brawl.

“Don’t you look down your nose at me Miss High Falutin’ divorced real estate lady. Your little spoiled wimpy son runs around messin’ with little girls and gets caught, and I want to give him a decent way out. I wonder how he’d do in the county jail? Wonder how them little shorts with the pockets in them would do in there. What do you think?”

Claudette was surprised at the bitterness in the woman, but she knew the determination, too! This woman meant to marry into her family by any means possible. The reference to Mike’s shorts was recalling a time when he ran around the golf course with tailored shorts with fancy pockets. His stepbrothers wore jeans, but Mike always had to look his best. Apparently Barbara, just like practically everyone else in town, thought Mike just looked silly. Imagine, a west Texas kid with such a get up!

“Ok, calm down. We’ll talk it over more. Let’s just agree to let them see each other for now.”

June’s mother leaned near to Mike’s mom, “Don’t let Ray know. He gets crazy about June. He’s already mad at Mike. Let’s let that pot cool just a bit, and we’ll bring them out of the closet at little at a time. Is Mike coming back to work down here?”

“No, I don’t think that will be wise. He’s going to work on a construction crew on the weekends. My husband is trying to interest him more in the builder trade.”

“Good! Just keep it cool.”

“Ok. Look, we’ll be here Friday. Buddy will be in town visiting and wants to do the catfish thing. Do you think Ray will be here? Maybe if he saw us it might take the edge off just a bit.”

“Yeah, we’ll try that. How long is your son in town for?”

“A week. He’ll leave Wednesday.”

“Ok, see you then.” They finished their lunch and left.

Claudette would never have met with the likes of this woman under any other conditions, and the idea of this “lady” being in her family in any way was repugnant to her. It had hurt when Barbara threw up the divorce to her, but she’d been called worse things so she looked over it. Barbara was just making sure that Claudette knew that as low as she may have thought Barbara was, she was not divorced! Anyway, Buddy was coming to town, and that would be something nice to look forward to. Buddy had graduated high school and took off to work in Houston. He took night courses and liked the big city life, but he also liked to come home now and again and he especially liked to do the ritual of “eating the cat,” with his family. Claudette realized that she wanted to keep the problem between Ray, and Mike quiet. Buddy was rough hewn like his father and he was the type to pull Ray up and slap him in spite of his so- called reputation.

As the weekend approached, Claudette began to make plans to have June drop by and see them. She knew that he’d have to watch out for Ray, but that was no matter because Barbara was firmly on the side of June seeing Michael at any opportunity that could be arranged. They planned to eat out on Friday night because Ray would be there with everybody else eating catfish. True to her agreement with Barbara, Claudette steered the family toward the traditional catfish dinner. June and Mike made other plans, however. June had been calling Mike at a mutual friend’s house all week and they had set up a meeting. Late Thursday night June slipped out of her bedroom in the shacks behind the Catfish house and sneaked to City Park, where Michael was waiting near the duck pond. After making sure they weren’t followed, they kissed and talked.

“We’ll be together soon, I promise,” Michael said, trying to appear “grown up” and in “control.”

She wrapped her arms around him and held him for the longest time. “I miss you more and more every day.”

All that was on Michael’s mind was physical, but he played the game anyway. He had chosen a part of City Park far enough away from the main road so as to assure privacy, but he didn’t see the two forms watching from a nearby tree.

Veronica watched June begin to kiss and hold Michael in the distance. Her spirit guide with her let her watch for a few minutes and then asked, “Did you know what he wanted when you went there?”

Without looking away from the scene she answered, “Sure, I knew what he wanted. What does any man want? I knew he’d be there. All I had to do was make a promise and he’d be there. Sex will lure and hold a man every time!”

“Why didn’t it hold him to you in Tennessee?”

She turned to look at the man. “I thought you were supposed to be an angel. What’s an angel doing worrying about sex for?”

“I never told you I was an angel. I told you there were things we had to talk about!”

“My, aren’t we splitting hairs here.”

“Not splitting hairs, I’m just letting you understand that surprisingly, I may be in the same boat as you. I have things that I have to work out, too. I just have a few miles on you, that’s all. Both of us were put at that intersection. You for your reasons, and me for mine.”

“I can’t go on without you,” June began.

She turned back to the scene. “What broke us up in Tennessee happened in Texas. Like I told you, some things are real bad, and it ain’t easy to get around them. Mike couldn’t get around something I did.”

“Then you’ve got to understand why you did it.”

Veronica looked at him with a puzzled stare. “I did it because I had done things like that all my life! I didn’t expect to get caught, and when I did get caught I didn’t expect them to all go on like they did about it.”

“Two sets of standards?”

“No, a set of standards I inherited. Look, Doctor Angel, I just played by the rules they set. Mike and other men wanted the pretty little blonde and I spread my loving arms and loving legs and they took the bait. They were my toy as much as I was theirs. I think about the only one who took me serious, as funny as it may sound, was Claudette, and dad.”


“Yeah. I seemed to fill a need in him, and not a bad one. It was like I replaced something he’d lost. I pushed him away for a while, but I never felt him push me away.”

“You look happy enough there,” he said looking at the couple in the distance.

“We were happy there. It took a lot to break that happiness up, but believe me, if you work on it, you can break it up. I broke it up real good.”


“Just trying to have it all, Dr. Angel. Just trying to have it all.”

Within a few minutes, her alter ego was coming out of the trees, adjusting her jeans and blouse and scampering back to the shacks behind the Catfish house. Michael sat in the oaks of City Park convinced that he was totally in love.

Juan drew the smoke deep within his lungs and let the drug take hold of him. Slowly his mind relaxed into oblivion and he became glassy eyed. Then the soft spot in his head from his infancy opened up and a single dove emerged and flew up into the night air. Flying this way and that, the dove looked for signs of someone who would be recognizable only to it. Someone who was pure soul, yet was not dead yet. Within a moment or two it spied the young June coming out of the bushes and it descended on her. Unseen in the nearby brush, Dreamwalker pulled Veronica back near him
“Be still! Don’t let him see you.”

“Who?” her eyes searched the night sky.

“That dove. That’s the shaman. He’s trying to
find us. He can’t see you very easily.”

“What if he finds us?”

“He will try to force us back to the accident scene
and continue the accident. It is not good that we do that right at this time. You have to learn some things, see some things before we go back.”

They watched as the dove discovered that the young June was not what it was seeking and turned, flying back to the body of Juan, still sitting in his home. It returned to his body and he came back from the realm of the unseen, a bit angry that he had not found what he sought. By doing this he had crossed not one, but two barriers. The first barrier being the obvious one of leaving his body and searching such as he did, but the other was the barrier of time. Juan had crossed over the barrier of time and actually gone back looking for the Dreamwalker and his consort. Juan knew they were somewhere, but just where in time had not been made clear to him. It was not like searching in one era which to be honest is rather two dimensional, but searching across time took some doing. That took some real savvy.

If he could locate the Dreamwalker he had spiritual power over him that could force him back to the accident scene, and his newfound friend with him, but if he could not find him then he would have to just wait and see just what the spirit had up his tuxedoed sleeve.

Plain Speaking National Emergency FEMA Camps Agenda 2030 Booth Did It! Woman Who Walks on Stones The Butcher Shop

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Booth Did It!

Fri, 02/22/2019 - 11:11am

So, Robert Mueller’s million dollar dog and pony show seems to be coming to an end. After two years of indictments, excitement, and enticements, his national best seller is about to go to press, and hit the streets. Or is it? The puppet masters in Devil City aren’t sure what We The People will be allowed to see, if we’re allowed to see anything at all.

The entire thing was supposed to be about the Russians impugning the integrity of our election process. Supposedly Boris and the boys swung the campaign by screwing with the minds of the Millennials using a few Facebook memes. Now, after all this time and money they don’t know if we can handle it? When did we become little children. They seem to take our money just fine!

This has been the government’s attitude for a while. They still have facts concerning the Kennedy assassination under wraps. Hell, PEARL HARBOR! News flash! We won that war! No wonder we have so many conspiracy theorists. We need to at least try to fill in the gaps. There is a military base, Area 51, where you get shot if you cross a barb wire fence. Oh, and by the way, these are the same fine folks that can’t secure our border. Just thought I’d point that out to you.

They point to “National Security” as the primary reason for all the secrecy. WE’RE the nation you’re supposed to be securing, dimwit! Employing you is like paying a whore who won’t take her clothes off. What did you uncover? You caught a crooked lawyer and a couple lying political hacks. This is our surprised face. Amish children know that! So what did you find that we aren’t supposed to know? Putin had an affair with Ivanka?

Or maybe, just maybe, if the whole thing was exposed the American people would see this for what it really was all along. A democrat witch hunt! That after all this time you couldn’t hang a parking ticket on President Trump. While we’re out here paying all these taxes you have been sitting up there eating steak and lobster, not doing one damn thing! So now you’re not sure if we’ll be allowed to see your report!

I have a suggestion. If we don’t see the report Robert Mueller should be held personally responsible for every dime this three ring circus has cost! We paid for the book, Robert. Deliver! From wheat farmers in Kansas to stock brokers in New York, we can handle it. Trust me. We’ve put up with you all these years. We’re tough! Oh, and shut down that inquiry into the Lincoln assassination, too. Booth did it!

The Butcher Shop

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FEMA Camps

Thu, 02/21/2019 - 6:35am

I’ve got something that is so wrong on so many levels that I don’t know where to begin. The hate in this country against our president has risen to a new level, extending into every aspect of our day to day lives, and now to my family. I’ve got a granddaughter. Not just a granddaughter, a GRANDdaughter. The most brilliant, beautiful, perfect little girl in the world, and if you say not I’ll get mad! She just turned twenty-one and completed college. She wants to be a nurse. She has a boyfriend who is her perfect compliment, and a highly intelligent little Starbucks drinking dog.

Each morning I have included her in my “paper route.” I don’t even know her politics, but I sent her my daily articles. Well, she didn’t get one today. You see, she is trying to get a job in a hospital in Arizona. Now, for those of you that are out of the loop, Arizona is East California. If you think California is liberal just look at Arizona. Liberals move from a place with little water to a place with NO water, and call it paradise. Go figure! For those of you who study such things Arizona is roughly translated, “Dry Place!”

Well, about a week ago I was sending out another daily article and got a notification that my little girl wasn’t taking messages from me. No biggie. A couple years ago she got hacked, or stalked on Facebook and took her page down for a bit, starting another one up later, immediately refriending me. So I didn’t worry about it. Then her father, my son called from Californication. Now MasterChief is gentle when dealing with an old fool like me, but he really had to put a lot of Castor oil on this one in order to ram it up my rear.

It seems that the hospital in Arizona is so liberal that my granddaughter can’t even associate with me on her personal Facebook, even in private message because I am a Trump supporting Texas conservative! Yep! You heard me right. We have digressed to that point. First red baseball caps, and now thought police. My baby girl is not even allowed to THINK about Paw Paw or she won’t get the job!

At first I was just as stupid as any other grandparent. I reasoned that the kid needed every advantage in the competition of fifty applicants applying for ten positions. Baby girl is in a tough field and she needs every point she can get to rise above the crowd. Why take any chances? Then I got mad. First off, why doesn’t she just move to Texas? It’s bigger than Arizona, went “Trump” in the election, and it HAS water! Secondly, I wouldn’t let a nurse in that hospital empty my bedpan, much less give me a pill.

I don’t even know if my granddaughter reads what I send her. Don’t know her politics. She might be a feminazi for all I know. What I do know is she was a little light in my life. Smart, intelligent, and easy on the eye. And now she’s gone. No longer part of my life. Instead of being proud that grandpaw writes for national publications, she hides her face and censors her Facebook lest someone realizes that we have the same last name.

I’ve tried to understand these Tide Pod crunching bastards, but I’ve reached my limit. Thank God we already have polio vaccine because any doctor with this mindset isn’t educated enough to prescribe an aspirin. No cure for cancer coming out of here folks. Might as well go to a Navajo Medicine Man! At least he can sing and dance.

To me Facebook is like that little girl’s diary. Intimate, personal, and private. I never put my articles on her page, only PM’d them to her, privately. A way of saying, “Love you, I’m still here!” But that was too much for the liberals. Grandfathers cannot love granddaughters, even though there is very little chance that they will ever meet again. Her page was filled with pictures of her girl friends and her little dog. I definitely did not fit it, therefore I never posted there. Now, I’m blocked! That’s right, blocked. Like a stalking former boyfriend. The human relations department reviewing applicants can’t even find my name on her private messages. My granddaughter is no more.

Baby Girl lives in a world where there is no freedom of speech. No freedom of thought. No consideration of alternative ideas, political debate, and now, no Paw Paw. Am I crying in my coffee this morning? Nah! I’ve been dealing with these queer pricks for years. I was scheduled to go to Houston this week to protest men dressed up like women, teaching little girls the finer points of sodomy. All ready to go to jail for impeding their right of self expression, and God help me if I was wearing a red baseball cap. They’d enhance the charge. FEMA camps! Yeah. We’ve been wondering who to put in FEMA camps. Well, I have a little list!

The Butcher Shop

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Agenda 2030

Wed, 02/20/2019 - 11:37am

From the Mind of a Dumb ole Biker from Alvin, Texas:

I’m so tired of reading, Democrats want our Southern Borders open because they need the votes. Seriously, if you think it’s about votes, you haven’t been paying attention. This has nothing to do with votes, it has everything to do with destroying our country, They want mass migration to overload our resources and bankrupt our country. They want drugs pouring into our country, and they want the morality in this country to be nonexistent.

There is a much much bigger agenda at play here, U.N.Agenda 2030 is real. Obama even told you, they were going to bring America to it’s knees, we were no better than any other third world country out there, Didn’t people listen?

Bush even pushed the Agenda by lowering our education standards to that of the rest of the world. No child left behind was a deliberate attempt to dumb everyone down, not bring everybody up.They lowered the standards to that of the slowest child so that no one would fail. Everybody passed. Participation Trophies, No one was special, there was no incentive to win, everybody gets rewarded just for participating. After just 18 years of this policy, we see what has happened.

The children brought up under these policies have no clue what it’s like to live in the real world, now the expect everything to be handed to them on a silver platter. So if you think this is about votes, you’ve missed the boat completely. This is and was about fundamentally changing the United States and it’s been working well for these people.

This has never been about votes…Bush Sr. Told us in 1992, We have an opportunity before us, to forge a New World Order…When we are successful, and we will be….They’ve been telling you what this was about for a long time now. No one listened. They were smart implementing their agenda, they told us step by step what they were doing, no one put the pieces together. It’s called the Cloward and Piven’s Strategy…..Look it up.

But what do I know about such things, Everyone knows I’m just a Dumb ole Biker from Alvin, Texas…

The Butcher Shop

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Another Crop of Illegals Moves North

Wed, 02/20/2019 - 11:02am

The savage response of the Trump administration to last November’s illegal alien caravan was such an object lesson for potential lawbreakers that the newest Illegal Alien Reunion Tour making its way through Mexico is 30 percent larger.

AFP estimated the 2018 horde totaled 7,000 potential recipients of Uncle Sam’s largesse. Jeff Bezo’s WoePost reports that the latest herd may number over 10,000.

Another Trump crackdown on illegals like that and we can just deed Texas over to the good folks in Honduras.

It’s ironic that Uncle Sam’s illegal alien problems were initially caused by migrant workers moving north to help with the harvest of tomatoes and cantaloupes. Now our high–profile illegal immigration problems are caused by migrant social workers moving south to harvest the next caravan of so–called ‘asylum seekers’.

And don’t be misled by the Opposition Media. Illegals, unaccompanied minors and ‘asylum seekers’ are a cash crop much more valuable than the tomatoes that are supposed to rot in the field if our borders aren’t kept open. 

Non–profit organizations, lawyers, federal employees and other components of the illegal–industrial complex are paid millions to service the needs of people who don’t deserve to be in the US in the first place. Salaries for all the compassionate do-gooders–at–our–expense, housing for illegals, transportation for illegals, food for the illegals; after a while it all adds up.

It’s a perverse incentive for continued lawbreaking when a captured illegal is allowed to stay in the US while his case adds to the constipation clogging immigration courts. Particularly since GETTING INTO THE US was his goal all along.

It’s like letting the LA Rams commit a flagrant interference penalty against the New Orleans Saints in the NFC championship game and letting the Rams go to the Superbowl while the Goodell brain trust dithers over what to do about it.

You can see why the Trump decision to release ‘asylum seekers’ and others into Mexico, instead of the US, was so controversial. It’s fine for a migrant social worker to go caravan harvesting down south, but the compassion complex that processes the crop doesn’t want to do so on the wrong side of the border.

Trump’s sensible decision prompted 2020 leftist presidential aspirant Julian Castro to make a suggestion with which I partially agreed. Castro told “Face the Nation” he wants to put ankle monitors on illegals. That way “you’re able to monitor where people are in the country.”

As long as the country where they’re waiting is Mexico, I could care less about their precise location. I want monitors acting more like the buzzers at Fuddruckers one gets while awaiting an order. Once it starts buzzing you pick up your burger. When the illegal’s buzzes he reports to court. In the meantime, he’s off the taxpayer’s dime.

Unfortunately, none of this will be done and Trump won’t get our wall. The federal government has no interest in solving illegal immigration. When Democrats say they support border security, they’re lying. And when the Republican leadership says they support border security, they’re lying, too.

Seven of the 9/11 hijackers either overstayed their visas or made fraudulent visa applications. The death of 2,980 Americans wasn’t enough to motivate Congress to solve the visa overstay problem. 

It would be simple to require visitors from nations with a significant number of visa overstays to post a bond. Hasn’t happened. Requiring DHS to match entry and exit records would give an accurate overstay count. Hasn’t happened. Almost 3,000 dead isn’t enough motivation.

It’s the same with illegal alien crime. The deaths, rapes, robberies and assaults aren’t in one fell swoop, like 9/11, but are a steady flow that Congress also ignores. Co–conspirators say illegals are no more likely to commit a crime than citizens. That’s another lie.

John R. Lott, Jr. analyzed the illegal crime data and the numbers are shocking. Lott found, “Compared to American citizens, illegal aliens are more than twice as likely to be convicted for armed robbery, child molestation, and for sexual assault…nearly three times as likely to be convicted of murder and manslaughter …more than four times as likely to be convicted of a drive-by shooting, and for extortion …[and] more than five times as likely to be convicted of kidnapping.” 

 His conclusion, “If illegal aliens committed crime nationally as they do in Arizona, in 2016 they would have been responsible for over 1,000 more murders, 5,200 rapes, 8,900 robberies, 25,300 aggravated assaults, and 26,900 burglaries.”

That’s why we need the wall, accelerated deportations, mandatory E–Verify for jobs, an end to anchor babies and a tax on remittances. Maybe you should ask your Member of Congress why citizens don’t have any of those protections. Are they representing citizens or Latin America?

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Woman Who Walks on Stones

Tue, 02/19/2019 - 11:24am

Toward the end of High street, under the eight eighty freeway, officers Hargrove and Chambliss sat in their crown vic, parked a few yards off the pavement.

Hargrove liked to park here, or he used to anyway. It seemed that there were many things officer Hargrove used to like. Every now and then he wondered why he had liked those things; they seemed so far away now. Slouched on the passenger side of the seat was a man in a police uniform that left a good two inches of wrist and ankle showing. The identification bar, tarnished and dull with thumbprints might have read “Chambliss”. The man looked more like a small ogre.

With his cap off officer Hargrove could see that his partner’s bullet head had lost more hair, and that the skin underneath was a sickly yellow, and what looked like peeling age spots were appearing in the balding areas. Looking out the window toward Farm Island without really seeing it.

Chambliss picked absently at the edge of one of these diseased looking patches of skin. In one of his moments of clarity, which were becoming increasingly rare, Hargrove saw Chambliss. And what he saw pushed against his sense of reality. Leaning back in the seat, his knees against the the guy looked almost exactly like a figure out of Grimm’s Fairy Tales. Looking fleetingly in the mirror at his own visage, Hargrove sensed a thread of unreasoning fear, like a pin worm in a bucket of water twisting endlessly as it sank slowly into the depths of his consciousness.

He didn’t look any too good himself for that matter. Hargrove had grown taller himself, but he had also become thinner. Gaunt, really. His head had grown rounder as well, and instead of becoming scurfy, the skin on his body resembled rubber, or plastic. It felt like plastic too; the kind on the outside of a wire. What folks called insulation.

Worried about the fact that his skin was becoming water repellent, and that his pores were disappearing into a thick, shiny sheath, Hargrove had told himself that he would see a doctor right away. That was six weeks ago or so. The really scary thing was, nobody seemed to notice. Chambliss had discarded the use of shoes for crying out loud, but did the watch commander notice at roll call? Not on your life. In fact, nobody seemed to notice them much at all. Both officers had missed duty several days, time a lost concept to them, memory a thing best left in some frozen bit of experience, now far beyond their reach.

Chambliss finally finished peeling the leathery scab from his head, holding the trophy up between thumb and forefinger. Hargrove stiffened as a vibration went through his torso. He started to say “incoming”, but what escaped him was a hum, like that of a refrigerator. Awareness came into the street monster’s eyes, and Hargrove caught them before he could look away. There was a cackle and a sudden pop. A thin stream of smoke escaped the outside corner of Hargrove’s left eye. This time Chambliss looked away.

Hargrove watched Chambliss turn the glass pipe over in his huge hands and noticed streaks of watery blood on the bowl. As he always did these days, he caught glimpses of terror filled faces pressed against the glass, searching vainly for help as they passed out of view to be replaced by others. As he watched a child of no more than twelve years look left and right, her face real enough to be distorted by pressing it to the side of the bowl, Chambliss put flame to the bottom of the glass.

First pain, and then agony twisted her features as her face first melted, and then turned to smoke in the pipe’s bowl. The thing that had once been officer Grady Chambliss sucked greedily on the tube and untold numbers of the damned swirled up the tube, into his lungs. Officer Hargrove thought about how that smoke was already being absorbed by the beast man’s alveoli to race in milliseconds to the left ventricle of his heart where those souls went…Chambliss passed the filthy thing to Hargrove accepting it, wondering what he had just been thinking.

He held the pipe absently as his partner exhaled an enormous cloud of smoke through his nostrils. Several small graying spots in the smoke obtained gravity, and fell wherever they landed in the car. Hargrove noted for the thousandth time that every surface had small black specks sticking loosely to them. Vaguely he remembered that, when he cleaned himself they were sometimes hard to remove, and that he sometimes wondered where they went after swirling down the drain.

Officer Hargrove, or what was left of him, didn’t remember holding the flame beneath the pipe. He did not remember the imploring faces in the bowl. The part of him that was still Danny Hargrove didn’t want to see those faces as they ignited into smoke, and travelled into him on their way to his shower drain.

Reading his mind, the big man said in a voice that sounded like the crushing of hundreds of bones “That’s the good stuff huh Hargrove? Still fighting it aren’t you?”

Some motion on the waterfront caught both men’s attention. For a moment a ragged man pushing a shopping cart came into view. stopping for the briefest of moments the man looked furtively around. Not seeing the cruiser, he pulled a bottle from his tattered coat pocket and took a long pull on it before recapping it and putting it back in its hiding place. The man started forward against an unsteady gait, and he his cart were almost instantly hidden by a row of dumpsters.

“Be right back partner.” he said with an evil wink. “Got to do some police work, right?”

Hargrove simply put the pipe to his lips, touched flame to the bottom of the bowl, and waited. This time he watched the faces; he noticed how many of them seemed to be from different eras. Many of the faces looked as if they belonged to Paleolithic, or even neolithic humans. Others wore garb that placed them in various historical times. Always, the faces bore expressions of hopeless desperation. He noted, not for the first time, that just before they vaporized into smoke, the faces swirled around the bowl two or three times before being sucked into the tube. Hargrove’s mind lost perspective as his consciousness skyrocketed to fifty kilometers. Up here, at the top of the stratosphere, he felt nothing. What was happening thirty one miles below seemed insignificant. Whatever Chambliss was doing to the man with the shopping cart was far away, and far away was where Hargrove wanted to be. Needed to be. Because back there, on the planet he must return to was the visitor.

Before the visitor Hargrove had been a man with a plan. After high school he had attended Berkeley and gotten a bachelor’s, majoring in criminal justice and went straight into the academy. Hargrove had been married for two years, but the relationship fell apart when he got accepted into the law enforcement leadership graduate program. Pretty hard to keep a job, a graduate degree program, and a family going, but he had tried. Hargrove knew that, and for awhile he had maintained the fiction that his marriage would be revived as soon as he made lieutenant, but none of that mattered now. Nothing mattered since the visitor had arrived.

Hargrove let himself picture the visitor for just a moment, and wished he hadn’t. Why couldn’t he just stay up here? It was cold, sure. The air must be thin, but Hargrove was pretty sure he wasn’t breathing, and it was…lonely; but lonely was good in a world where the visitor could exist. !Later, Hargrove didn’t have any idea how much later, because time had lost all meaning, officer Hargrove saw Chambliss trying to get comfortable in the back seat. The big man was lying on his back, with one leg propped up on his other knee, scratching absently at the black specks on the sole one enormous foot. The discarded souls, because what else could the possibly be, formed a strange swirl on the seat beside his butt. An empty bottle lay on his chest, a still damp blood stain covering his body from his chin to his waist.

Chambliss grinned at him knowingly, and Hargrove saw that sometime in the last little bit of time his partner had developed fangs. While Hargrove searched his mind for surprise, the radio crackled to life. Both officers were being summoned to the scene of a murder. The murder hadn’t happened yet, but it soon would.

The Butcher Shop

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Plain Speaking

Mon, 02/18/2019 - 4:51am

I voted for, and support our president. The reason neo-liberals do not like him is that he puts the lie to practically everything they support. Investigating every aspect of his campaign, his administration, his FAMILY! Trump is a real estate broker! He thinks in linear feet and dollars and cents. The entitled generation can’t stand that. They want a world where even what I’m writing here is considered hate speech.

From due date abortions to trans-gender bathrooms America has spun out of control. No wonder a broke down country like Russia could even consider manipulating our elections. And how did they do it? Memes on Facebook. Think about that. They know where most Americans get their information and they know our attention span. It’s been suggested that Russia developed the HIV virus because they figured destruction of of our society could best be achieved by infecting us with something that attacks sexual deviates and drug addicts.

New York decided to kill babies as they are being born, and then Virginia one upped them by extending that to killing them right after the cord is cut. And the Feminazis stood around cheering. They want the government to pay for their birth control. Stop dating men who can’t afford a condom! With forty-seven genders now it’s a wonder any babies are conceived at all. Last week a man walked into a restroom in England claiming that he identified as a woman. Then he forced a ten year old girl into a stall and tried to pull her pants down. I guess he was a woman inside because the little girl beat him up and ran away.

And the border? What part of “illegal” do the liberals not understand? What part of “immigration” do they confuse with unlawful entry? The democrats are railing against the simplest solution in the world, a barrier to stem the tide. Jim Acosta attacked the president yesterday claiming the border crossings are dwindling, completely ignoring the thousands streaming in from South America with thousands more packing to come. He claimed that more deaths are caused by Americans than illegal aliens. He needs to ask law enforcement about drug deaths and related crimes caused by drugs brought in by cartels. Do you want to know how many deaths need to happen before the president will be justified in sending the Army to secure the border? One! One young lady in San Francisco having ice cream with her daddy on the docks who was shot by a man who had been sent back to Mexico not once but several times! He stole the gun, and his excuse was, “I did not know it was going to go off, senóre!”

In former times this would be labeled a debate, perhaps even patriotic. But, this will all Be labeled hate speech. Red hats with MAGA on them are considered assault now. You can fix a lot of things wrong in this country but still, after all these years, you can’t fix stupid!

The Butcher Shop

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A Blueprint For Stupidity Exposed

Sun, 02/17/2019 - 12:46pm

“Today I think is a really big day for our economy, the labor movement, the social-justice movement, indigenous peoples and people all over the United States of America, because today is the day that we truly embark on a comprehensive agenda of economic, social and racial justice.”
– Rep. Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez on last Thursday’s unveiling of her “Green New Deal”

You know the old saying that he or she is “as dumb as a box of rocks”…well…the new saying making the political go-rounds is that he or she is “as dumb as Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez.” And that folks is pretty damn dumb, but it is also a blessing at the same time for this woman’s mouth is not only splitting her own party in two but actually helps to assure President Trump’s reelection in 2020.

And while the list of her past verbal, in print, and televised faux-pas are endless…starting with her looking forward to her “inauguration;” with her tweeting that the three branches of government are the “Presidency, the House, and the Senate;” and that in a ’60 Minutes’ interview she stated for all the world to hear that “facts don’t matter if you’re morally right”…Ms. Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez has become the poster child for why liberalism and progressivism should have best been left back in the ’60’s and ’70’s when at least then the stupidity and cluelessness of young Democrats could be blamed on Timothy Leary and his magic mushrooms.

And with said Timothy Leary in mind…for this could only come from someone smoking or popping something…here is the latest nonsense from Ms. Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez. Working in cahoots with a fellow Democrat loon, as in Sen. Ed Markey from Massachusetts, I present to you…drum roll please…their Green New Deal…a true “watershed moment” these two miscreants call it…a deal that would “remake the entire U.S. economy”…or so they say…while at the same time eliminating all U.S. carbon emissions.

And if you buy into that faux bravado then pigs do fly and unicorns are indeed real.

Oh and might I add, there is no price tag given or even eluded to as to how much it would cost to implement this nonsense, which means there’s no data given or even available so as to access how many new taxes would have the be levied to pay for this abomination. Afraid to release the numbers most likely…afraid that even their own party would gasp.

Submitting the “framework” for her “Green New Deal” as a non-binding resolution…what Ms. Ocasio-Cortez calls a “10-year mobilization” on everything ranging from energy to nationwide infrastructure to racism…simply means that even if this nonsense somehow was passed that no new programs would be created, but would, in our favorite socialist’s own words, “affirm the sense” that these things should be done within the a fore mentioned 10-year time frame. Translation: if Democrats have their way we will see more, much more, government interference and intrusion into our private lives at, of course, our own taxpayer expense courtesy of the very woman who believes that the “solemn duty of the Federal Government is to create a Green New Deal.”

I thought the only true “solemn duty” of the federal government was America’s protection and defense…at least that’s what the Constitution says it is. But now I guess we need even more federal regulations to not only protect us from “the weather” but to defend us against “the weather” as well. I’m pre-Common Core so I didn’t know that…sarcastically said.

But the question is what exactly do ‘We the People’ have to look forward to from this ever so self-absorbed “climate change” diva and her what amounts to being a massive government takeover coupled with their micromanaging of every minute aspect of our lives? The answer to that is that besides this “deals” terribly misguided measures to cut carbon emissions across the collective board…as in from electricity generation to transportation and even to agriculture…returning us to hunters and gatherers I guess…Ms. Ocasio-Cortez insists we pay “special attention” to the poor, the disabled, and minority communities…illegals anyone…that might be “disproportionately affected” by massive economic transitions like those her “Green New Deal” calls for. Translation: cater to the minority by stealing from the rich, while leaving the middle class majority to basically fend for themselves.

And this comes directly from the very same woman who also demands economic security for those “unwilling to work”…not “unable” to work but “unwilling” to work…as in the dregs, sponges, and gimmee-gimmee sorts who already are raping our welfare and health care systems dry.

It seems Ms.Ocasio…oh what the hell…I’ll call her “Ms. Kotex” like I do on the radio. “Kotex” as in she strives to “soak up” every “bloody dime” of our hard-earned taxpayer dollars with the goal of funneling those dollars to those “unwilling to work,” thus being assured of their votes come her next reelection bid. Again, as always, it’s all about about votes…enough votes to allow Ms. Kotex to hold onto her Congressional seat, but to also garner more support and encouragement as she works her way up the rungs of the new Democrat/Socialist party ladder.

But the bottom line is simply this, Ms. Kotex and crew want to replace our booming free-market based capitalistic economy with a socialist one, and the “New Green Deal” is laying the ground floor for just that.

How so…simply by even allowing the Democrats to present such an overt expansion of government via the sheer ludicrousness of what’s in this “Green New Deal.” By their hopefully, in the near future, being able to allocate billions if not trillions of dollars to both impossible and improbable projects and tasks, Democrats know well that our hard-earned taxpayer dollars will be sucked down the proverbial money pit drain and thus collapse our economy from within. And its this economic collapse, courtesy of Democrats running out of our money, that has led Republicans to call Ms. Kotex’s plan a “Trojan horse for Socialism,” which most assuredly it is. And remember, not only would it cost at least $2 trillion to implement, as some leading economists guess, but it would at the same time eliminate one million jobs already in existence…most especially coal mining, oil rigging, and gas-station attending jobs.

Eliminating jobs creates even more dependents on the government teat than there already are…socialism 101 come to life…just what the Democrats ordered.

“Even the solutions that we have considered big and bold are nowhere near the scale of the actual problem that climate change presents to us.” – Rep. Alexandra Ocasio-Cortez last Thursday on NPR’s ‘Morning Edition’

Fact: the “New Green Deal” is but a continuation and perpetration of the “climate change” hoax what with its 10-year goal of “net-zero greenhouse-gas emissions” instead of “zero emissions.” And to that affect, Ms. Kotex stated in a recent NPR interview that, “we aren’t sure that we’ll be able to fully get rid of farting cows and airplanes that fast.” Never thought I’d hear “farting cows” and “airplanes” being compared to each other let alone to what is simply “the weather”…never mind the fact that any noxious gasses that emanate from either cows (as in methane) or airplanes pales in comparison to the noxious fumes emanating from the mouths of most Democrats these days.

And “net-zero” means that in the near future if we want to go to Europe or the Far East we will have to travel on the trans-Atlantic or trans-Pacific railroads. Oh wait…lucky us as those trains will have to miraculously glide upon water not unlike Jesus did two plus centuries ago…as there’s no way possible to lay tracks on water. But I guess when you’re a liberal anything is possible while delusions of Democrat grandeur dance…or should I say swim…in one’s head.

The Concord is sadly long gone, the rest of America’s air transport system will be next as jets run on the dreaded fossil fuels, while they also make sure that hamburgers become a thing of the past…that is unless someone can genetically engineer a cow that does not to fart or even burp for that matter. And also going bye-bye will be our nuclear power plants…a truly clean source of energy that leaves no carbon footprint at all, yet a source of energy that scares the living daylights out of anyone with a ‘D’ next to their name.

Fact: and with the “ultimate goal” of the “New Green Deal” being to entirely stop Americans from using any and all fossil fuels…as in oil, coal, and maybe even natural gas…means that according to Ms. Kotex we, again in 10-year time frame, must meet “100 percent of the power demand in the United States through clean, renewable, and zero-emission energy sources.”

I’m sorry to tell Ms. Kotex…no…actually I relish in telling her…that wind, solar, and water energy sources…the other “zero energy” sources she is referring to…are but adjunct energy sources to electricity generating fossil fuels…sources that have proven not to be totally reliable nor sustainable on their own. And why…what if the sun doesn’t shine, what if the wind doesn’t blow, and what if the water levels get too low to flow (as is common when it doesn’t rain enough over a given period of time), then electricity must be turned back on thus negating what these nothing but adjunct sources were supposed to accomplish.

But if fossil fuel sources of electricity are no more I guess on the days the sun doesn’t shine, the wind doesn’t blow, and it doesn’t rain but a few drops will see us living in the dark, with no food to cook, and toilets barely flushing. Welcome everyone to Ms. Kotex’s Venezuelan-style American utopia.

And even with all I’ve already mentioned, know the “Green New Deal” now goes from just being all-out bad to total unabashed stupidity, lacking in both common sense and sanity in the process.

First there’s the part about “upgrading all existing buildings” to make them more “energy efficient”…with “all” being the operative word (as in millions if not billions of buildings and homes)…something that truly is undeniably cost prohibited. And where are we all going to live while our homes are being retrofitted or torn down…a little detail that never entered Ms. Kotex’s minuscule mind.

Then there’s the part about the government working with America’s farmers “to eliminate pollution and greenhouse gas emissions…as much as is technologically feasible”…like a stroke of a pen and a new law will ever eliminate either man-made or naturally occurring cow fart pollution. And while the “Green New Deal” claims to support both family farms and the promoting of “universal access to healthy food”…one is left wondering just who will be the judge as to what’s healthy or not…do the words “the feds” pop into your mind as it does mine…just saying.

And dare we forget the part about “overhauling our transportation systems” to reduce emissions while at the same time expanding electric car manufacturing, building “charging stations everywhere,” and expanding high-speed rail to “a scale where air travel stops becoming necessary”…like that will ever happen.

And lastly there’s these two goodies…truly laughable and yet ever so dangerous in their implications.

Let’s start with the “Green New Deal” guaranteeing every American not just a job but a job with a “family-sustaining wage, adequate family and medical leave, paid vacations and retirement security.” Translation: in-your-face, die-hard socialism that will bleed America dry. And last but not least, the “Green New Deal” demands “high-quality health care”…as in a single-payer system for each and every Americans…something we can surely do without, after all we already had a great health care system before Obama got his grubby little hands on it and allowed illegals to move to the head of the health care line.

So now that I’ve laid out at least some of the absolute unabashed stupidity that is the “Green New Deal,” know that several of the key Democrat 2020 hopefuls have actually endorsed Ms. Kotex’s plan. And this includes Sens. Cory Booker of New Jersey, Kamala D. Harris of California, and Elizabeth ‘Pocahontas’ Warren of Massachusetts, while others like House Speaker Nancy Pelosi are saying little to nothing about it, and maybe it’s because even the ‘Botox Queen’ knows what a joke this “deal” is and doesn’t want to give ammunition to Trump.

But then again when you have someone like loud mouth, Obama wanna-be Cory Booker outwardly defending his support of this blueprint for stupidity by comparing this what would be a government-led overhaul of our nation’s economy and energy sector to landing on the moon and defeating the Nazis in World War II, you just know that in the days and weeks to come the Republicans will have much to laugh and tweet about as the Democrats might have just assured President Trump his second term in office.

“America will never be a socialist nation” President Trump said during last week’s State of the Union Address, and with moronic ideas like Ms. Kotex’s “Green New Deal,” her call for socialism might hopefully have just blown-up in her face.

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National Emergency

Sat, 02/16/2019 - 9:19am

Heads on swivels ladies and gentlemen. He has activated the Ready Reserves. This is NOT a political post. The source of this article is Soldier of Fortune Magazine.

DOD statement on the president’s declaration of a national emergency on the southern border:

President @realDonaldTrump signs the Declaration for a National Emergency to address the national security and humanitarian crisis at the Southern Border.

The president has declared a national emergency on the southern border. The president invoked sections 12302, 284(b)(7), and 2808 of Title 10, U.S. Code, and requires the use of the armed forces to respond to this emergency through support to the Department of Homeland Security (DHS) in its efforts to secure the southern border.

10 U.S.C., Section 12302 (Activation of the Ready Reserve) authorizes involuntary activation of the Ready Reserve, which includes members who, when mobilized, perform a federal mission at the direction of the secretary of defense.

10 U.S.C., Section 284(b)(7) (Counterdrug Support) authorizes DOD to support the counterdrug activities of other federal agencies, including DHS, with the construction of roads, fences, and lighting to block drug smuggling corridors across international boundaries. DOD will review and respond appropriately to any request for assistance received from DHS.

Per 10 U.S.C., Section 2808 (Military Construction (MILCON)), this declaration of a national emergency at the southern border requiring the use of the armed forces authorizes the secretary of defense to determine whether border barriers are necessary to support the use of the armed forces and to re-direct unobligated DOD MILCON funding to construct border barriers if required.

I will never waver from my sacred duty to defend this Nation and its people. We will get the job done.

President Donald J. Trump

SECURING OUR BORDER: President Donald J. Trump is following through on his promise to secure the border with legislation and Executive action.

President Trump was elected partly on his promise to secure the Southern Border with a barrier and, since his first day in office, he has been following through on that promise.
As the President has said, sections of the border wall are already being built, and legislation and Executive actions are building on that progress.

Executive action being taken by the President makes available additional funding to secure our border that is essential to our national security.

LEGISLATIVE WINS: President Trump secured a number of significant legislative victories in the Homeland Security appropriations bill that further his effort to secure the Southern Border and protect our country.

The funding bill contains robust resources and additional provisions to secure the border and strengthen immigration enforcement.
The bill provides $1.375 billion for approximately 55 miles of border barrier in highly dangerous and drug smuggling areas in the Rio Grande Valley, where it is desperately needed.

More than 40 percent of all border apprehensions occurred in the Rio Grande Valley sector in fiscal year (FY) 2018.
The Rio Grande Valley was the border sector with the most known deaths of illegal border crossers in FY 2018.

$415 million will go toward addressing the humanitarian crisis at the border by providing medical care, transportation, processing centers, and consumables.
President Trump successfully rejected efforts by some to undercut Immigration and Customs Enforcement’s (ICE) ability to uphold our laws and detain illegal aliens, including criminals.

ICE funding supports nearly 5,000 additional beds to detain illegal aliens and keep criminals off our streets.

Customs and Border Protection will receive funding for 600 additional officers.
This bill will help keep deadly drugs out of our communities by increasing drug detection at ports of entry, including opioid detection staffing, labs, and equipment.
A PROMISE TO ACT: President Trump is taking Executive action to ensure we stop the national security and humanitarian crisis at our Southern Border.

President Trump is using his legal authority to take Executive action to secure additional resources, just as he promised. In part, he is declaring a national emergency that makes available additional troops and funding for military construction.

Including funding in Homeland Security appropriations, the Administration has so far identified up to $8.1 billion that will be available to build the border wall once a national emergency is declared and additional funds have been reprogrammed, including:

About $601 million from the Treasury Forfeiture Fund

Up to $2.5 billion under the Department of Defense funds transferred for Support for Counterdrug Activities (Title 10 United States Code, section 284)

Up to $3.6 billion reallocated from Department of Defense military construction projects under the President’s declaration of a national emergency (Title 10 United States Code, section 2808)

These funding sources will be used sequentially and as needed.

The Department of Homeland Security, Department of Defense, and the Army Corps of Engineers are working to create a prioritized list of segments and a work plan for the remainder of FY 2019 and beyond.
New projects could include: new levee wall, new and replacement primary pedestrian barrier, new vehicle-to-pedestrian barrier, and new secondary barrier.

NATIONAL EMERGENCY ON OUR BORDER: The President is using his clear authority to declare a national emergency as allowed under the National Emergencies Act.

Since 1976, presidents have declared nearly 60 national emergencies.

Most of the previously declared national emergencies have been continually renewed and are still in effect, after being continually renewed.

Multiple Governors have declared states of emergency along the border in the past.
Former Arizona Governor Janet Napolitano, who became President Obama’s DHS Secretary, declared a state of emergency along the border in 2005.

Former New Mexico Governor Bill Richardson also declared a state of emergency at the border in 2005.

Former President George W. Bush and former President Obama both directed the use of the military to assist DHS in securing and managing the Southern Border.

Former President Bush declared a national emergency in 2001, which invoked reprogramming authority granted by Title 10 United States Code, section 2808, and both he and former President Obama used that authority a total of 18 times to fund projects between 2001 and 2014.

ADDRESSING THE CRISIS AT HAND: President Trump is taking the necessary steps to address the crisis at our Southern Border and stop crime and drugs from flooding into our Nation.

Cartels, traffickers, and gangs, like the vile MS-13 gang, have taken advantage of our weak borders for their own gain.

Immigration officers have made 266,000 arrests of criminal aliens in the last two fiscal years.

This includes aliens charged or convicted of approximately 100,000 assaults, 30,000 sex crimes, and 4,000 killings.

Tons of deadly drugs have flooded across the border and into our communities, taking countless American lives.

Methamphetamine, heroin, cocaine, and fentanyl all flow across our Southern Border and destroy our communities.

More than 70,000 Americans died of drug overdoses in 2017 alone.

Human traffickers exploit our borders to traffic young girls and women into our country and sell them into prostitution and slavery.

Massive caravans of migrants view our unsecure border as a way to gain illegal entry into our country and take advantage of our nonsensical immigration loopholes.

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CigarBox – Ray

Sat, 02/16/2019 - 5:46am

Meanwhile, back up in Tennessee, Mike was causing as much trouble for his father as he could. The fat man’s wits were already failing him. Unknown to him diabetes was creeping into his blood and in a few short years he’d be in the nursing home instead of working there. He had never wanted the responsibility of children and Mike was a well-grown child now! Mike made sure that he kept him up after he got home from school at three in the afternoon. Over the period of weeks, the loss of sleep began to tell on the man. He was used to sleeping until he decided to get out of bed.

If he slept all day and had to rush to work in the early evening, so be it. There was no problem there at all. He could always raid the kitchen at the nursing home. He ate one big meal a day, and if that meal was at the home that was perfectly fine with him. Mike threw a wrench into this life style. The constant care needed to provide him his needs wore the older man down and soon he was eagerly waiting for any reason to get him back to Texas, if for no other reason other than to get a good night’s sleep.

Now, enter into this mix June’s stepfather, Ray. He was genuinely upset when he heard what had been going on. In a life of low means and rough times, June had been the one ray of sunshine that had shone on this man his whole life. He’d married Barbara just five months after June was born. He’d lived with her in the shack that she ended up in after she and old man Stillwell had their little falling out. June had never known any other man as her father, and he lavished on her more than he did his own daughter by Barbara of some years later. June was his angel, and Mike had defiled her! Never mind the fact that June had initiated the meetings all by herself. Forget about all the Saturday nights at the SPJST! He didn’t want to hear that, and he wouldn’t hear about any “marriage!” Still, Huntsville prison had taken its toll on the little man. He’d been hurt there, and he was determined never to go back again. Deep in his heart he knew that he’d never do anything to cause his old school chum, deputy Dawg, to have to arrest him again.

Ray had been a good man up until he found drugs. The drugs led him down a road to stealing and worse and it all ended one night when he ran out of money for the white powder the marijuana had led him to. In a fit he ran into a gas station and tried to grab money from the till. The man behind the counter had hit him with a ready baseball bat and Ray, dazed, stumbled back to his truck. He hadn’t driven very far when the deputy pulled him over. By this time Ray was “all in.”

“I gotta take you in, Ray,” the deputy had said.

All Ray could reply was, “Johnny, I think you really should.”

He got six years, and did them without parole. When he came out and drifted back to west Texas he’d left his pride in Huntsville. He hung out at his mother’s ranch for a while, meeting with Juan in the barn as often as he could. Then he met Barbara, and as bad as she was, she was a tad better than what he’d left behind. She’d been carrying on with the old man, and there was a rumor about her and some drifter who had come through town right before Ray got back. Some people could remember the drifter, and some did not. In point of fact, he was only in town for a few days, ran into trouble at one of the private poker games that flourished in the area, and left quietly before he got hurt. They began to sneak around and before long Barbara was with Ray and they were both in the shack behind Fat Eddie’s. Then, in a short while she had June. A few years later the little sister came along, and this one was Ray’s, but the lovely June was always his favorite. For everything sour in his life, his little June was the sugar in his day. He did indeed want the best for June!

By this time, Mike was rolling full tilt to get back to Texas. The more he thought about June the more control the memory had on him. He began daily phone
calls to his mother, and nightly calls to June. Soon all hope was abandoned and he was on his way home again! His father drove him down and was more than just a little vocal about this whole mess.

“Just wants to be somewhere he’s not!”

“He thinks he’s in love,” his mother said.

“Well, we’ll see just how in love he is in a year or
two. Hope he graduates high school!”

Claudette walked out to his truck as he was

“Uh, Claudette, You got a fifty you can spot me ‘till I get back to Memphis?”


“Yeah, that kid tapped me out on the way down.”

As she reached in her jeans to retrieve the money she said, “You’ve been tapped out all your life, Ed!”

He looked at the big house and then he looked back at Claudette. Her teeth were fixed, her hair was done, and her weight was under control. It was to him as if he were looking at a stranger. He wondered if she were actually the same woman who left Tennessee so many years ago.

“I wish we could have worked it out.”

Claudette stared in amazement at Ed. “Worked it out? Are you insane? Do you remember how you spent the money I saved to get pavement on our driveway just so we could get propane to that little trailer you put me in? You bought a horse Ed! I froze out there while you rode that silly-ass horse.”

“He died.”

“Good! You probably ate him!”

“You sure have a sharp tongue now.”

“Yeah, but at least I didn’t call you retarded while your brother was laying there dying, now did I?”

“He was gonna die anyway. You know that.”

She shook her head, “Just take your fifty dollars and go.”


“Just go!”

Mike knew better than to try to see June right off the bat. Her stepfather was waiting and he wasn’t being very diplomatic about it either. Ray’s reputation would keep Mike away for a while. Actually Ray was dodging Mike, hoping that there would be no incident, but it all came to a head one day at Fat Eddie’s.

Mike, and his stepfather were having breakfast at a table when Ray came in to have coffee before he went to his construction site. Right away Mike saw him and fear rushed through his body. He froze and looked down at his plate. Bill saw the man come in also, but made no note of it. Slowly he walked past them, and then turned. Looking Mike dead in the eye he said, “If I ever catch you talking to my daughter again I’ll stomp your guts out!” It was threat enough to scare Mike, and it had all that Texas flair that made Ray look like an offended father.

He then went and sat at a table. When he took off his cap, Bill couldn’t help but notice that he was bald! Then he looked at the general build of the man. Small, yes, and wiry, but small nonetheless! He went over to sit at the table. Ray seemed to have shrunk since he’d been building homes in the Bend. Bill knew that he couldn’t let this slight go unanswered, but he didn’t want a big incident.

“You better just move along,” the bald mam said.

“Well, what if I just don’t feel like moving along. You see, I want to know why you said that while I was eating my breakfast.”

Ray looked at him. He’d never had anyone sit at his table, look him in the face, and question him like that. But this man wasn’t backing off one little bit! He decided to give an answer.

“After what he did to her, I don’t want him talking to her anymore.”

“What did he do?”

“I said I don’t want to talk about it!”

And I asked what he did!” Leaning forward, he said in a quiet voice, “I don’t care about your little record, I want to know why you just disrupted my breakfast! If you ever do that again I’ll personally see to it that you never drive another nail in this county, convict! Ray, we don’t need this kind of trouble.” Bill was suddenly ashamed that he’d been so hard on Ray. Ray was only mad at Mike for being Mike, the very same thing Bill was mad at Mike for. He couldn’t blame him for that.

Ray got up, put his hat on his little bald head, and left. Bill went back to his table and told Mike, “I strongly suggest you dodge him. He is the kind of guy who will hurt you!”

“Why didn’t he hurt you?”

“He’s not mad at me, he’s mad at you Stay away from him. I don’t feel that Ray really wants any trouble, but if you push him you won’t be able to take the ass-beating he’ll give you.”

They ate their eggs in silence and left.
On the way home Bill talked to Mike. “What do you plan to do about that little girl?”

“Well, I wanna marry her.”

“Don’t you think at seventeen you’re just a bit too young to marry anyone? You need to graduate first.”

Mike stared out of the window and didn’t say a word. That was his way of ignoring the situation. He wanted to marry June, and he wanted to marry her this afternoon if he could. Or get a new truck! This problem would involve more than one breakfast at Fat Eddie’s. It would involve a meeting of the minds.

Bill looked at him staring out the window, “You gonna answer me?”

Mike just continued to stare. Bill reached over and took him by the hair on the back of his head and drove his face into the glass he’d been staring through.

As his head came bounding back Mike yelled, “What the hell’d you do that for?”

“Cause you didn’t answer me. And don’t think that running to your mom crying will help. You’re about to ruin that little girl’s life and for what? So you can get laid!”

“I told you I love her.”

“You don’t love anybody kid. You love yourself. Forget it. You spoiled little bastard. You got your mind made up. I couldn’t stop it all these years, what makes me think I can stop it now.”

They rode the rest of the way to the Bend in silence. When they got home Mike ran back to his room.

“What’s wrong with him?” Claudette asked.

“We saw Ray down at Fat Eddie’s.”

“What did he say?”

Bill looked at her surprised, “What the hell do you think he said? He told Mike to stay away from his sixteen year old daughter.”

“Did you take up for Mike?”

“Hell yes! I embarrassed that poor beat up little ex con in front of all his friends. Now, are you happy?”

“No. I’ve been on the phone to Barbara. She wants to meet next week sometime. I think she’s going to make the big push to get us to let June marry Mike.”

“Surely she’s not that crass.”

“Why hell yeah she is. Oh, she’ll be all offended, but the main thing is to get her trashy ass back on this property.”

“Like I said, a whole town full of trash.”

“I don’t even want to start that conversation again. Let’s just worry about one thing at a time.”

Bill went and sat on the back porch, looking at the greens. He’d built this with his ability, bare hands and guts. It only goes to follow that there would always be someone out there that would want to try and horn in on it. The “tracks” are not a barrier so much as an invitation. The tracks were an invitation to every one of those mother’s sons out there who wanted a piece of the good life. West Texas had always been the hardest part of a very hard state. Bill expected them to come, but he wasn’t going to just sit there and hand it all over. Not by a damn sight! Still, he would wait and see what the meeting of the mothers brought. He wouldn’t step in just yet.

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Adios Amigos

Fri, 02/15/2019 - 10:45am

With Trump signing the new improved budget from congress we move into phase two of the great border war. The president wanted five billion, I think he got one. Kay Sarah Sarah. One must ask how many billions went to Saudi Arabia to keep the prince in caviar. Anyway, congress did give Trump a check, albeit not a blank one, but a check none the less.

Let’s approach this not as politicians, but as middle class working Americans who struggle each month to keep the lights on and beer in the box. So, you got a billion dollars, and problems on the border. Now, if I personally had a billion dollars I’d buy a huge ranch with security, and hire the Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders to staff the house, but that’s just me, ok? The president, on the other hand already has a big house with Melania and Ivanka. So he’s gotta spend the money where he said he would. So let’s consider this. It sounds reasonable that some areas along the border are more insecure than others. For instance the stretch near Eagle Pass, Texas is most likely more insecure than say, Downtown El Paso, wouldn’t you think. Now let’s identify about a billion dollars worth of wall along those areas first!

The border is not totally insecure. Only about two hundred or so miles are out there in the wild wild west. San Diego, for instance, has a very nice wall, with locking doors, and if you don’t believe that just look at what happened to the famous “caravan” that ran up against it last month. The border patrol slammed it so tight LEGAL entrants couldn’t even come over to shop at Walmart. It cancelled many family get togethers at Thanksgiving. Families south of the border had to forgo turkey in San Diego and stay home with the big enchilada! So, we don’t have to worry about areas like that. Also, vast stretches are desert or mountains or even desert AND mountains. Whoever is stupid enough to try to walk across Death Valley on the way to Hollywood DESERVES to be an American! Death Valley got that name for a reason. A more modern name might be “Dead Mexican Drop Off.” Americans of the Yankee persuasion think that the Mojave is now a more kinder, gentler place just because it has interstate highways running through it. No está bien! Same ol’ crackers. That’s why when you’re driving through Arizona and someone says, “My, it’s so beautiful out here,” what they’re really saying is, “I’m glad we have gas!”

So, in those areas you don’t have to build a state of the art wall. Just maintain the barrier you have, and use a little bit of that billion or so to beef up the staff, and give them technological tools they need to chase Pablo across Ocatillo Wells. All you really have to do is wave a bottle of water at them and they’ll chase YOU! God! Do I have to tell you people everything? I should run for president. Now, where was I? Oh yes.

So, most of the border is secure. We plug the leakiest holes, and beef up staff with the chump change that is left over. Then one of two things is going to happen. If the wall idea works then along the areas that have new structures, or improved ones, illegal crossings should drop. This doesn’t include routine flights by Cartel Airlines International, but they aren’t coyotes, they’re just dropping off dope, and they go back home, so we can’t include them in the statistics. The president can take these numbers, wave them at congress, and hopefully squeeze another billion or so from the prince’s caviar budget. Over the next two years we close the remaining gaps, and in 2020 we have a big fiesta! Or . . .

The advent of improved structures make no difference at all! We put this wall up, and thirteen year old Mexican girls make sport of going over, under, around, and through. They innovate new ways to breach the thing that would make El Chappo blush with shame. Picture this; you are a Mexican. You can see through this steel picket fence the Gringos put up. You live on tortillas and beans. Your sister works over in Boy’s Town. SHE’S the family bread winner. Oh, and by the way, you should meet his sister, she virgin! So, you’re looking through,the fence at a guy about your age, leaning against a new car, drinking a beer and eating an In N Out burger. You can SMELL it! He’s well dressed, got Nikes on his feet, and the blondest beach bunny you ever saw in your LIFE smoking a joint in the passengers seat of the car. She probably virgin too. And all that stands in the way of this Mexican’s American Dream is this stupid wall with a few Gringos here and there. What could possibly go wrong?

So, there are the two scenarios. Either the wall idea is sound, will work, and congress will crap money like they ate a bad chalupa, or the Mexicans will continue to sneak in as they have for years, and one night even put a scare crow on top of the wall as they slip over to commemorate the biggest straw man in recent times. Adios, amigos!

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What Would Happen If We Threw A War (And Nobody Came?)

Thu, 02/14/2019 - 10:31am

What would happen if we threw a war and nobody came? We Americans are good at war. Right after we kicked the British off the continent we turned around, jumped on the Indians, and we’ve been fighting our asses off ever since. Why, in 1865 we couldn’t rile anyone else up so we jumped on our damn selves.

We manifest destinied our way across the North American continent, took a pause, veered south, jumped on Mexico, returned, and took all the Native American land that had a buffalo chip on it. “You don’t need all dat land. Gimme dat land!” And what we couldn’t fight we sanctioned. We were like the kid who owns the basket ball. Our national policy was if you can’t beat ‘em out, starve ‘em out.

Now, I give you Venezuela! I want a show of hands here. How many of you even remembered there WAS a Venezuela before this latest round of news about the election down there? Now keep your hands up if you even care. I don’t. Ever since Honduras moved to San Diego I’ve been keeping an eye on the bridge in Laredo to see who’s gonna show up next. I do think that it’s poetic justice though. California dubbing itself a sanctuary state, and a whole country shows up seeking sanctuary. Sweet!

Venezuela has a boat load of oil. It also has a very nice communist government. Oh, I mean socialist. Gotta be PC here. They don’t have the clap, they have gonorrhea. At any rate, In a country where bananas grow on trees they can’t seem to feed themselves. Ok, so they’re hungry. Don’t we still have the Red Cross? CARE? The freaking MORMONS? But there is a complicating factor here. Remember I said, “oil?” Oh yeah. When politicians in Washington hear that word their eyes roll back in their head, and they get that white foam around their mouths. Never MIND that Texas has more oil than God, if there is one drop of oil somewhere on the planet we will find a way to get a dipstick in it. And we’ve been dipping our stick ever since the first Model T rolled off the assembly line in Detroit. And we’ll put up with anything to acquire that oil. Sign lopsided trade agreements with countries that chop teenage girls heads off for showing their face in public. Arrange flights for their families OUT of the US the day before two planes fly INTO our trade center. All in the name of “freedom!” We can’t have no oppressed people. Give ‘em freedom and take their oil. Or rather, kick their ass and take their gas! Hey, I grew up on Fort Hood, folks. Ask yourself; how much freedom have we smeared around Saudi Arabia? Someone theorized recently that there may be oil on Saturn’s moon, Titan. Sounds like they might need a little freedom up there, what do you say, general?

So, if Venezuela has oil in abundance, why can’t they eat? Because they didn’t say “Mother may I” to the biggest oil whore on the planet. The good ol’ US of A! THAT’S why! We took it all personal when they went socialist. Now myself, I don’t know what kind of government they had before that, nor do I care so long as the bananas keep showing up at the grocery store. I seriously doubt if any country in South America has a democratic government. But, when oil gets involved, well, that’s the trump card. And it’s really a trump card because we have a TRUMP in office! How do you trump it? Well, you just sanction the hell out of ‘em so they can’t sell the oil, then, as Margaret Thatcher said, they run out of someone else’s money and you get CUBA! When we sanction someone our allies are more or less honor bound to follow suit.

So now Venezuela has had a screwed up election. (This is my surprised face.) Ask yourself, when was the last time any country south of El Paso ever had a straight up election. Matter of fact, when was the last time WE had an election that could pass muster. Shucks, in the last big one we even had to hire the Russians to run it for us so don’t go all patriotic on me. We were so busy keeping the brothers out of the voting booth we didn’t even notice that nobody else in line spoke English. They even tore up Brother Theo’s ballot and he’s a cracker! An OLD cracker!

For those of you who dabble in political science, the brown countries don’t have elections, they have revolutions. The big trick is inaugurating the winner without him getting shot. I know, I know, what if the winner is a woman? Those countries are all the State of Misogyny. Ever been to “Boy’s Town?” You can learn a lot about women’s rights down there!

Anywho, America, yet again, is gearing up to spread a little “freedom” around. The president has said, “All options are on the table.” That’s DC talk for we’re about to declare an undeclared war. The only thing that’s on the table is their oil, and we don’t give a rubber duck if little Fernando gets a Big Mac or not. And, it’ll drag out like Vietnam. In the end we will install a puppet government, complete with some shell corporation to pump the oil out. Shell! There’s a subliminal message there. We don’t have the common decency to just outright steal the oil. Meanwhile, I’ll be sitting down here in Texas enjoying our $1.75 per gallon gasoline as the other forty-nine states try to figure this all out!

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Margaret Sanger, Abortion, and the Democrat women of the KKK

Wed, 02/13/2019 - 1:16pm

During the State of the Union Address, President Trump spoke of a horrific procedure called partial-birth abortion, which is an abortion in the last trimester (seven to nine months) of the pregnancy, where the half-born baby is forced to keep part of its body in the birth canal, preventing it from being completely born or the procedure would be considered murder.  Scissors are then stabbed in the back of the baby’s head to insert a tube to suck out the baby’s brain and collapse the skull.  As you can imagine, this causes excruciating pain to the baby before death.  (  While President Trump supports ending abortion up to, and through the actual birth of a child, I noticed the Democrat women, all dressed in white, sat in silence as President Trump exposed this gruesome and painful procedure.

The picture of these Democrat women dressed in white reminded me of another Democrat woman named Margaret Sanger, known as the mother of abortions, who became the founder of Planned Parenthood about the same time in history when the Democrat party started the Ku Klux Klan.  Margaret Sanger accepted invitations to speak to the women’s branch of the Ku Klux Klan as these Democrat women, who also supported abortion, dressed in white for their own solidarity at their meetings.  From the autobiography of Margaret Sanger, “I accepted an invitation to talk to the women’s branch of the Ku Klux Klan…I saw through the door dim figures parading with banners and illuminated crosses…In the end, through simple illustrations I believed I had accomplished my purpose. A dozen invitations to speak to similar groups were proffered.” (Sanger 366)

Margaret Sanger’s goal was to eliminate the black population.  Margaret Sanger has referred to blacks, immigrants, and indigents as “human weeds” and “reckless breeders.”  She cautioned, “We do not want word to go out that we want to exterminate the Negro population” but wrote that they were “spawning … human beings who never should have been born.”  She said, “The chief aim of birth control” is “more children from the fit, less from the unfit.”  (See

Occasionally, some babies are born alive before the abortion procedure is complete.  Their live bodies are shelved in a utility room, without medical care, to die.  One survivor, Gianna Jessen, told her story.  (See

While some Democrat controlled states like New York, Virginia, Rhode Island, and New Mexico cheered and give each other “high fives” for passing this hideous law of murder.  Virginia’s Democrat Governor Ralph Northam suggested if the baby is born alive, there would be a “discussion” of what to do with it, implying the baby would be left to die.  Ironically, it was revealed this same governor was caught wearing a “black face” next to a KKK member in his medical yearbook showing the ties of the KKK run deep into the Democrat party, even today.  The fact is not providing medical treatment to a living human being and allowing that child to die is murder.

Half of the black children conceived in America today are aborted with the Democrat women in white knowingly or unknowingly supporting and fulfilling Margaret Sanger’s vision of exterminating blacks, which is why her message was so well accepted by the Democrat women in white of the KKK.

Frank Aquila is president of the South San Joaquin Republicans and author of the book, “Sarah Palin Out of Nowhere”.  He can be emailed at [email protected]

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Virginia Democrats Play Last Man Standing

Wed, 02/13/2019 - 11:51am

Note to White People: Whenever an interview or news conference contains the phrase: “I am not a racist” you’ve already lost the argument.

The latest individual of the Caucasian persuasion to make this forthright declaration of stupidity is actor Liam Neeson. It was an attempt to defuse an earlier admission that he was once intent on attacking a random black person after a friend had been raped.

Virginia Gov. Ralph ‘Moonwalk’ Northam was no doubt following Neeson’s career suicide closely in hopes that this latest racial faux pas would overshadow his problem. Namely that Northam had not pursued a random black person, but instead had portrayed a random black person in a yearbook photo from the ’80s.

Northam — one of those rare individuals who when confronted with career conflagration goes to the store for more lighter fluid —decided to hold a news conference and get everything out in the open.

Crisis consultants advise clients that if they can change the subject it is sometimes possible to survive. What they don’t advise is changing the subject by introducing an entirely new crisis.

In front of a sea of reporters Northam denied he was in the yearbook photo, but volunteered that he’d donned blackface in the ‘80s to portray Michael Jackson in a “Moonwalk contest”. The only way the event could have been more damaging was if Ralph had entered wearing a sequined glove or claimed some of his best friends were black.

He proved once again that Northam is so culturally tone deaf he didn’t recognize that admitting to dressing like a pedophile might be an additional problem. While Northam’s political judgement is so bad he was only saved from demonstrating his version of the moonwalk by Mrs. Northam’s horrified intervention.

Northam’s prospects for finishing his term were bleak. Lt. Gov. Justin Fairfax is black and it would have created an elegant symmetry for a disgraced white man — guilty of a race crime — to resign in favor of a young, virile black man.

Only now it seems that Fairfax may be a tad too virile.

A California college professor accuses Fairfax of sexually assaulting her at the 2004 DNC national convention. Something about this charge reminds me of, what was it? OH, YES! Now I remember, the guilty–until–proven–innocent attack on Judge Brett Kavanaugh.

Vanessa Tyson’s sexual assault account is much different from Christine Ford’s. She knows the exact date, she knows the exact location, friends confirm she told them immediately after it happened and Tyson is a Democrat who has nothing to gain from going public.

This means Fairfax should be toast, but in fact he’s only feeling a little heat.

The National Organization of Women called for Fairfax’ resignation, but none of the Democrats who were so eager for Kavanaugh to withdraw have said a word about Fairfax and his much more credible sexual assault accusation.

The remarkable silence and absence of the usual blame game reminds you of the time when Democrats were either wearing white Klan robes or sporting blackface. Their contention then was when it came to sex, black folks just couldn’t help themselves.

But even if Northam and Fairfax are gone the AG is a Democrat so the seat stays in leftist hands, even if Mark Herring is unfortunately white. Then Herring admitted this week that he also did a temporary makeover and wore blackface during the ‘80s.

Maybe Herring was trying to flood the zone. If every amateur Democrat minstrel show wannabe confessed in the same week, there might be too many of them for any one miscreant to be targeted. Herring could escape the blackface blackball in spite of the fact last week he demanded Northam resign for the same offense.

What amazes me is the left’s enthusiasm for blackface. I grew up among rednecks in West Texas and the only blackface I ever saw was in really old movies. By the ‘70s even we had figured out a visit to the Shinola spa was a bad idea.

As this is written the trio is still clinging to office. When I saw a Washington Post headline that read: “Despite protests and isolation strongmen can cling to power” I thought it was a story about Richmond’s Democrat bitter–enders.

Northam appears to be taking the Gaddafi option. Social Justice Warriors will have to flush him out a culvert before Northam will surrender the governor’s office. Even if he leaves, the chances of the groper or the remaining goober resigning are slim.

That’s because next in the line is Speaker Kirk Cox who is both white and a Republican. We’ve learned when the left is presented with a choice between living up to its moral exhibitionism or retaining power, somehow power always seems to win.

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The Rise and Fall Of Nations

Wed, 02/13/2019 - 7:20am

The ultimate downfall of the USA will be the same as it has been for every empire that has preceded it: War. No, not in the sense that somebody else will defeat the US in a war, but in the sense that continuous warfare will deplete the people and resources to a point where the nation-state can no longer function as a world power. For example, consider Spain, which was the preeminent empire in the 16th-17th centuries. Spain essentially bankrupted itself fighting wars in Europe. It stripped the New World of gold and silver, and still did not have enough to finance its wars. Finally, it receded as a global power. Consider also the British Empire, which rose in the 18th and 19th centuries, and was still a global force in the 20th century. But the Great War so depleted its manpower that it emerged without the intellect and leadership to administer a global empire. By the end of WWII, the British Empire no longer existed. Consider the USSR, certainly a global force in the mid to late 20th century. But its whole economy was based on building and supporting its military— indeed, the Soviet constitution itself essentially wrote a blank check to the military. But the USSR ultimately collapsed because its military-based economy not only could not compete with Western economies, but was inherently unsustainable. Arguably, we could also contend that the entire civilization of the Middle Ages collapsed because of warfare: The Crusades, the Hundred Years’ War, the Wars of the Roses and equivalent French civil wars, all contributed to a decline in civilization that rose again only with the Renaissance— a period that emphasized, arts, intellect, and commerce.

So it will go with the USA. The US currently maintains a global military presence, with permanent bases in almost 140 countries. The military is the single greatest expense of the federal US budget, and in Congress, military appropriations are passed almost without debate or opposition. In the private sector, the arms industry is enormous. In the past generation, many young people have chosen the military because the economy outside the military simply wouldn’t support them. And perhaps most importantly, the US uses its military as its primary foreign policy tool; it engages in military action every day, with almost no military objectives at stake— indeed, the objectives of military engagement generally can no longer be articulated, and such articulation as there may be is fuzzy, unclear, and conflicted. Simply put, the US is well down the path of every empire that has come before it, exhausting itself in warfare.

So that will be the downfall of the USA: It will burn itself out in perpetual warfare.

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