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Ocasio-Cortez: Illegal aliens are ‘my constituents’

Liberty Unyielding - Sat, 03/16/2019 - 11:31am
Cameron Cawthorne, WFB

‘Saturday Night Live’ accused of plagiarizing sketches

Liberty Unyielding - Sat, 03/16/2019 - 11:27am
Holloway& Low, Variety

Kathy Griffin is being blacklisted in Hollywood and she blames Trump

Liberty Unyielding - Sat, 03/16/2019 - 11:13am
Jessica Chasmar, Wash. Times

At age 15, Beto O’Rourke wrote a short story fantasizing about killing children, mass murder

Liberty Unyielding - Sat, 03/16/2019 - 11:06am
It was as a member of this group that O’Rourke under the pen name Psychedelic Warlord wrote a short story titled 'Visions From The Last Crusade.'

Bernie Sanders proudly announces his campaign will be unionized: What could go wrong?

Liberty Unyielding - Sat, 03/16/2019 - 10:31am
I give Sanders credit for putting his money where his mouth is, though I have to wonder if the Vermont senator has given enough thought to the decision to encourage his staff to go union.

Is Chief Justice John Roberts tacking left?

Liberty Unyielding - Sat, 03/16/2019 - 9:23am
‘We do not have Obama judges or Trump judges, Bush judges or Clinton judges. What we have is an extraordinary group of dedicated judges doing their level best to do equal right to those appearing before them. That independent judiciary is something we should all be thankful for.’ – Justice John Roberts

Drag Queen Gets Dragged To Jail!

Tea Party Tribune - Sat, 03/16/2019 - 8:19am

Well, Well, Well! Lookee here! While that librarian at the Montrose Library in Houston was rolling in Doc Greene’s arrest like a dog in a dead armadillo she had a baby raper, dressed like a woman, reading the Karma Sutra to the little boys and girls inside! This is my surprised face!

The librarian who had Doc Greene arrested

Are you people in Houston being politically correct enough? I can’t imagine any danger in putting a Sodomite, convicted of raping an eight year old boy within reach of, wait for it, EIGHT YEAR OLD BOYS! And the Houston mayor, a Sodomite himself, sitting up there in the council chambers, lavishing love on his contemporaries as they paraded before him explaining how queer they truly were, can now ask the same cops who handcuffed the Amazing Doc Greene to arrest the registered sex offender, and I might add, the librarian who set the whole thing up in the first place!

She didn’t even go on the net and do a simple check on the people she was exposing your kids to people! A grown man, dressed as a woman, who was convicted of raping a little boy reading to kids in a public library. What could possibly go wrong?

Several things need to happen here. First off, the librarian needs to be arrested, charged, and registered as a sex offender for enabling this mess. The ”Drag Queen” has already been arrested, I believe, so he’s most likely getting his ass whipped down at the Harris County Jail. Next, children should not be allowed in that library ever again. The American Library Association needs to scrub all the support for this nonsense from its website, or better yet, just disband the ALA and let some other organization take over. Some group of retired school ma’arms who like kids to read books, or something like that. And finally, a little compensation might be in order to sooth Doc’s hurt feelings. I think about two mil may work. And, oh yeah, I suppose the librarian has kids, grandkids, etc. Since she’s so fond of sexual deviates perhaps a little visit from the CPS and let a super pissed off caseworker drag her through a key hole backwards might get her mind right. Yeah. That’ll do.

The Butcher Shop

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CigarBox – Real Daddies

Tea Party Tribune - Sat, 03/16/2019 - 7:16am

“Ok, Pa,” she said, and took Mike’s hand to lead him away. They walked over the rise and she took him to a little man made pond surrounded by an embankment. She sat and pulled him down to the ground with her. He started to kiss her, but she pecked his cheek and said, “No, not here. Pa’ll be coming over that hill and see us. He’ll beat your butt good you messin’ with me out here. You like the joint?”

“I didn’t know you did dope.”

“Well, I don’t ‘do dope,’ I just smoke a little grass. How’d it make you feel?”

“He did ok.”

“Wow, like, two beers. I feel, real good.”
She laughed, “You ain’t a good liar, Mike. You didn’t smoke enough to make you feel much. Next time you’ll do better. How’d Pa treat you before I got here?”

“Thought he was gonna kick your ass, huh?”

“No, I wasn’t worried.”

“Liar! Everyone in town’s scared of my Pa. He’s
been in prison.”

“Well, ok, maybe I was a little. But I love you, and
it’s worth the risk.”

She smiled and leaned back on the Johnson grass
on the embankment. “My real Pa’s in Las Vegas.”

“Really? You ever meet him?”

“Nah. He left before I was born. They never got
married. She told me he came to town and was runnin’ card games all over the county. He was so good he decided to go to Vegas. He’s rich there, I bet! Ray’s my mom’s first husband. Boyfriends don’t’ count. Your mom’s divorced, ain’t she?”

“Yeah. My Real Daddy lives in Tennessee. You know that. I just got back from there!”

“I know, but your mom’s divorced. Ray says that’s like drinking a beer every day and then they shut down the brewery. The Bible says that if a man marries a divorced man he lies down in adultery. My mom’s always telling me that no matter how bad we seem at least we ain’t divorced.”

Mike’s face turned red, but he tried not to show it. His mom’s divorce was an embarrassment in the little town. He didn’t like to talk about it, and June was dragging it all out in the open, even if it was just around a bunch of cows and goats.

“Some day I’m gonna go and see him in Vegas, though. I know he loves me, and he’ll take care of me. I don’t like it here.”

“Why don’t you live out here instead of the shacks behind Fat Eddie’s?”

“Grandma don’t like mom. Says she’s a whore. She really don’t like her to come out here at all, but she lets her come out on Saturdays because Ray wants to see his mom. She needs him out here to keep this rat trap of a farm fixed up.”

“Fat Eddie is talking about tearing down the shacks so he can have a bigger parking lot for catfish night. Did you know that?”

“We heard. Guess we’ll have to move out here then. But one day I’ll be married, and I’ll leave here, and the shacks, and go to Vegas where I belong!” She was lying. She planned to go no farther than the Bend. She wanted to meet the man her mother had told her about, but she had no intention of living in Vegas.

“How’s Buddy doing?” she suddenly asked.

“Oh, he’s fine. He’s sleeping it off on the couch this morning. He ended up at Sabrina’s bar last night and drug in late.”

“He and Sabrina getting’ it on?”

“I don’t know. Maybe. Anyway, she’s a Mexican girl. You know how that goes.”

“What does her being a Mexican have to do with anything?”

Mike was in a corner. In his arrogance of being a member of the Bend he’d started to insinuate that the little Mexican Bar-hop was somehow less chaste than an Anglo girl, but then he realized that it was a very small distance from the trailer park where Sabrina lived to the shacks behind Fat Eddie’s.

“Oh, I don’t know. Buddy say’s she’s Catholic, and I think that’s real important to him. You know, him and Tommy are Catholic.”

June eyed him, “Oh, yeah, that’s probably it. Catholics don’t get divorces you know. Did you ever stop to think that Buddy and Tommy don’t really think your mom is married to their dad? That means that you ain’t really any kind of brother; I mean like real brothers. Like for instance, if you and I should break up, and I was to date Buddy it wouldn’t be all that bad. That kind of thing.”

Mike was a little shook, but it was true. It wasn’t like they were real brothers. Still he’d never considered the possibility of little June dating Buddy. That seemed very remote and distant right now. Yet it seemed as if a seed had been planted.

“You ever think of Buddy in that way,” he asked?

June looked at Mike. She had him! Nothing makes a fish bite like taking the bait away a little bit. She could almost hear the pleading in his voice.

“No. Not really. I never think of him like that,” she said and let the subject pass.

They passed the rest of the afternoon walking around the tank and talking about life and family, and “getting out.” Then they heard Ray’s mother call them all in for supper. The little family gathered around the old woman’s table to eat brisket, beans, and corn bread. She’d marinated the meat and smoked it the night before, finishing with it in a broiler she had set up in the Florida room. She had cut it long ways to divide the “two briskets” that it contained. One was fat and coarse, and the other was leaner, and the grain of the meat ran across the top piece. There was very little conversation at the table. As soon as the meal was over, they loaded up and took Mike back to town.

He stayed off to himself most of that night, not talking with his brothers or mother, but Sunday morning he cornered his mother in the kitchen. “Why did you divorce my Real Daddy?”

She was surprised by the words “Real Daddy,” but asked back, “Why do you want to know?”

“Well, he is my Real Daddy, and I just wanted to know why you divorced him. June’s mom isn’t divorced.”

The woman could feel the hair rise on the back of her neck. This was the ever-present threat in the town. Divorced women still had a mark on them. “Your so called ‘Real Daddy’ was too stupid to make a living and too lazy to do anything about it.”

“June’s Real Daddy lives in Las Vegas.”

“Well that’s no big recommendation. He wasn’t no ‘count here, and he’s probably no ‘count there. What’s he do, deal cards there?” Claudette feigned disinterest. She knew all about the gambler and the story that Barbara wove around him to hide her history with old man Stillwell.

Mike got defensive and raised his voice, “I don’t want you talking about her family like that. He works at a job, that’s what he does. Anyway, he’s her Real Daddy, just like my Real Daddy.”

She glared at the boy, “Do you know how much child support your ‘Real Daddy’ owes you? Over forty thousand dollars!”

“It’s not his job to pay that when you got remarried.”

“Oh, he don’t have any obligation to his own kids? I never pushed it ‘cause he’s so worthless, but he still owes it. How many Christmas cards have you seen from him?”

“He didn’t know where we lived.”

“Wrong! My Grandma never moved! She lived right there with the same address and the same phone all the time we’ve been here in Texas. He found that house when we were married and he wanted to eat! Then, when she got down, and we moved her out here, he still knew how to contact her relatives in Tennessee, and I’m only the biggest Realtor in west Texas. HELLO! He can’t find the phone number to send a card, or a dollar?”

Mike began to look down and to the right. She slapped him. “Don’t you pull that stuff on me! You look at me when I’m talking to you. So that’s what you been doing out there on that farm. You and June talking about your ‘real daddies? Well, I hope the both of you get to live with your ‘real daddies!”

“It would be better than here,” he said rubbing his face, “Up there in Tennessee I get to do what I want.”

“Seems like you’re doing what you want down here, young man. You seem to get over to City Park often enough! Up there you’d be in jail!”

Mike’s eyes flared, but he backed off as his stepfather walked into the room. “What’s going on here,” he asked, as he got a Coke out of the refrigerator?

“Mike’s worried about his ‘Real Daddy,” his wife answered, and crossed her arms, staring at Mike.
The man looked at Mike as he opened the Coke. Taking a large gulp from it, he reached up in the cabinet and took out a bottle of whiskey with an auto- jigger on top. Holding it up he let the device dispense a shot of whiskey into the coke bottle. Placing the bottle back in its spot, he turned to the issue at hand. This had not really been a problem until Mike’s recent trip to Tennessee, but now “Real Daddy” was showing himself to be a “real pain.” The man sat on a stool at the island in the kitchen. He really didn’t know much about “Real Daddy,” nor did he “really” want to, but this was a problem that he felt must be addressed.

“Why don’t you just count all that child support he’s sent over the years?”

“Money don’t buy everything!”

“True, but I don’t see you selling off your weight set, or your golf clubs, now do I?”

“All I’m saying is that he is my Real Daddy, and I’d like to know why mom had to divorce him.”

The stepfather actually became angry, but didn’t let Mike know it. He knew that “Real Daddy” was an irresponsible boob, but he couldn’t just come out and say that. He had to prove “Real Daddy” wrong. What he didn’t know was that another agenda was at work here. Mike didn’t want this issue resolved because he needed the “Real Daddy” argument to escalate so that he could put it before June because she also had a “Real Daddy.”

“You both don’t understand!” And with that, Mike left through the front door, slamming it behind him as he went.

“Now what do you suppose brought that on?” the man asked.

“I don’t know, but I think it began out there at June’s grandmother’s farm. He came back all weird. I have no intention of showing any respect to his so called ‘Real Daddy!”

Bill smiled and went back into the study to watch TV for the rest of the day.

The days turned into weeks, and Mike and June continued their “cow tank” discussions, always picking up where the last one left off. The little chats seemed to always center on “real daddies,” and such. They never noticed the two entities listening in on every one of their meetings. Graduation day came and went, and Claudette got her one small victory in that he did get to walk across the stage at the football stadium and receive his diploma. June was there, with them in the stands that night, and then they all went out to eat catfish. Fat Eddie gave her the night off that one time because she was Mike’s guest, and she got to be served. She didn’t eat the catfish though, opting for the baby back ribs instead.

Veronica and her spirit guide talked one afternoon.

“Why did you want to see your biological father so badly?”

She sat on the grass watching Mike and June talking. “It wasn’t so much him as it was just wanting to leave this place.”

“You just wanted to leave?”

She lay back on the grass, and took a piece of it, put it into her mouth and chewed on it. “Not like for always, just for now, ya know? There’s a big exciting world out there, and I wanted to see at least something outside the county. You know I used to get so excited about going down to Austin, like that was a big deal. When I went on my honeymoon in San Antone, I took my very first escalator ride in a department store. Can you imagine such a little hayseed as that? Never even seen an escalator!”

“Did you love Mike?”

She looked sideways at him. He could tell that even now, in eternity, she was a fetching woman. Veronica studied his eyes determining just what kind of answer to give him. Then she simply said, “Ya, at first. Not like Ray.”

“Not now?”

She sat up and looked at the couple sitting across the pond. “You see that little girl over there, Doctor Angel? Now look at me. She isn’t anywhere near what I am now. She has no mileage. That girl over there would be happy if he took her over to the county fair for sausage on a stick and a beer.” She looked him in the eye, “But I’m not!”

She got up and walked around the pond to where the couple was sitting. She knelt down and looked June right in the face. “Look at all that baby fat! You see that. This kid’s been eating nothing but Bubba burgers and fries her whole life. Her heart’s going to give out.”

She caught a glance of the man’s eyes as he looked down. “She’s not going to make it that long, is she?”

“I don’t know Veronica. That’s all up to you.”

“I wanted to find my real father so I would know who I really was! Is that so hard to understand?”

“Well, do you know who you really are?”

“I do now. I’m a bastard!”

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Anti-establishment Blankenship calls out Fake News and “the swamp” in $12 Billion law suit

Liberty Unyielding - Fri, 03/15/2019 - 5:19pm
In a groundbreaking defamation lawsuit to the tune of $12 billion in damages, former Massey Energy CEO and 2018 West Virginia Senatorial Candidate Don Blankenship has alleged a coordinated case of defamation from the D.C. swamp and the mainstream media in order to prevent him from winning high office and “draining the swamp.” While Blankenship […]

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