David Duke endorsed Donald Trump. For the uninformed David was the Grand PooBah of the KKK some years back. He’s from Louisiana, which never helps, and he ended up being a senator of sorts, and apparently has a master’s degree. Whenever you mention the KKK everyone’s hair catches on fire, as opposed to the crosses I suppose. Duke runs a website where he expounds his theory on race. I have watched one of his videos, European Awakening, and I’m going to be up front, I like it. My reasons are simple. With Black Lives Mattering, and Muslim awareness, Hispanic pride, and all the rest, it was refreshing to see statues of Greeks, pretty German girls, and the architecture of Europe. It’s not against the law to be white. That having been said, the video ends with something about our DNA being a spiral to the stars.
Let’s look at racism. First off, we all have it. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, humans tend to be attracted to people who look like them, and more or less suspicious of people who don’t. Dogs and cats do the same thing. It’s called “survival.” Back in the day, when we all lived in caves, the first thing you learned was if you wander into another cave you had a fair to midland chance of being supper. Hey, ice age, times were hard, wooly mammoth run fast! So we have all inherited that DNA. Learn it, live it, love it.
So, you take this trait that is ingrained in our DNA, and tell people who are unhappy with their situation that those folks over there who don’t look like them are the reason they are in the pickle they currently not enjoying. David is very good at this. He pumps up the white pride thing, and then slowly, insidiously blends in a little, shall we call it “suspicion?” Now David doesn’t really go off against the blacks, but he really has a thing for Jews. I’m just a Simple Ol’ Boy From Austin, but aren’t the Jews white folks too? I do not believe that there is a huge conspiracy of Jews to take over the world. If they tend to hang together it’s probably because that Kraut back in the 1930’s and 40’s herded them all into ovens with a new recipe for Wienerschnitzel. And, yeah, yeah, yeah, I just called Hitler a Kraut, but I’m a Kraut, too, so deal with it! There’s also some cat who calls himself “Brother Nathaniel” out there on YouTube who packs it to the Jews on every opportunity.
David Duke was in the Klan. It seemed like the thing to do at the time, he was a new look for the organization, and eventually moved away from it. Now, I’m from Louisiana, David is from Louisiana, and I’m going to tell you something that you won’t believe. I have never seen a Klansman in person in my life. Matter of fact, I’ve never seen a Black Panther either. When you watch the Main Stream Media, you’d think these people are everywhere. Well, they’re not. Back in the ‘30’s they paraded around in sheets and hoods, burned crosses, and waved American flags. Then came the civil rights movement, and those three kids found buried in a levee over in Mississippi. Ok, let’s get real. Don Whomever dumped his enemies in the East River wearing cement overshoes. That’s because he was a gangster just like the so-called Klan of 60’s fame, which has virtually nothing to do with the movement rising up just after the Civil War. It’s just like this “Illuminati” crap. I get a lot of entertainment by watching conspiracy theorists trying to draw a line from some bunch of knights in the twelfth century to a weird stone wall in Georgia and make claims that the Clintons are related to the Bushes, and want to exterminate mankind in order to maintain control of the world.
“This is the business we’ve chosen,” uttered Roth in Godfather II. Well, identification with the Klan is the business David Duke chose. He self-identified with them, and it will follow him for the rest of his life. People do grow. If we are normal, what we burned in our crazy minds when we were twenty will not fit into our world view when we are sixty. Now for the politics. Remember when I told you about the Trump Southern Strategy? We are seeing numbers filter in that demonstrates that the numbers in tomorrow’s Super Tuesday will lean heavily toward Donald Trump. If he makes a sweep of delegates it will prove out, and remember you heard it here on the Tea Party Tribune first, and not from Alex Jones or, God forbid, Glenn Beck! Guess what people; over ninety percent of southern republicans are white! There is a sprinkling of working, responsible black people who are just as fed up with the democrats as the whites are so you should see the field of contestants narrow considerably by supper on Tuesday.
Why didn’t Donald Trump rebuke the Duke? Because that would derail his Southern Strategy, that’s why. Though they won’t admit it, even rednecks can be politically correct, and there is a whole bunch of people from Tallahassee to Shreveport who pray in David’s direction five times a day, and they are bone tired of white lives not mattering. Oh, remember back in the first of this article that I said that David Duke knows how to capitalize on people who are unhappy for whatever reason? Well, the “Donald” knows how to do that, too. <Wink>
Arrested for driving while blind. Friends and neighbors, brothers and sisters, that old ZZ Top line is about the only thing I haven’t done, and I’ve done it all. If there is anything I missed, it’s only because no one told me about it. If you want to dig dirt on me, you’d better bring a dump truck. I have been in country music for forty plus years, and I mean the real music business. I wasn’t just hanging around some bar, hoping my family might drop in and hear me play a guitar, I was a writer, and I wrote my way all the way to Nashville. Unless you’ve been living under a big yellow rock you’ve probably heard something I have written.
My mother once told me that if I ever hurt a decent girl she’d beat me to death with an iron skillet, so for the first four marriages (yeah, I said four) I married sluts. Number five was a thirty year ordeal, where I kept trying to leave, and she kept following. We finally divorced, but she wouldn’t let me leave, so here I am. As time and tears went by I began to settle down. There were two major factors contributing to this: One, I got too damn old, and two, I got tired of making bail. Somehow I came through all of this with my health, which is a miracle, because I quit drinking when they invented the funnel. Today I will still take a little Jim Beam, but nowhere near my glory days. I’m partial to a martini.
So where am I going with all of this? It’s simple actually. I see people all the time living in the past. They had a bad childhood. Let me tell you about a bad childhood. I am certified white trash. The first time I saw a fruit display on a formal table I tried to eat the wax apple. I hear someone on Doctor Phil going on and on about an abusive father, but let me school you, my dad was a roofer in Texas for thirty years, and being a roofer in Texas is about as bad a job as you can get, if you don’t count being a slave. My dad wouldn’t whip us, he’d knock us through the wall. Good news was that we were quick, and he only had to knock us through one wall for us kids to catch on. We were so poor we thought the people on welfare had government jobs because they had a check!
Human beings become better through ordeal. Steel becomes stronger through tempering. What doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger. Texas has never been easy. This is hard country out here. Our wages are low, and our hours are long, but we know the deal. You really have to believe in God, because if you don’t then none of this makes any sense. I couldn’t understand a word of the Bible until I was thirty-five years old. We had that old King James Version, and with all the “Thees” and “Thous” I just couldn’t connect the dots. Life connected the dots for me. I began to realize that if you cast your bread upon the water you’d get back a sandwich.
Writers are a special lot. For me, writing is therapy. As the words form on the page I vocalize, and when I vocalize, I begin to see the logic, and understand not only other people, but my own situation. I don’t believe in all this psychiatry stuff, and theories, or drugs, or mind control. I believe that most thinking people, over fifty years, can figure out what hurts, and what doesn’t hurt. You begin to see that there is room in the world for other ideas, and just because you don’t agree with them, they are just ideas. When I hear a liberal expounding some whacky “Bernie Sanders” plan, I know it won’t work, but rather than go tit for tat I understand that it’s all fine because good Lord willing and the creek don’t rise, they’ll have the same fifty years that I had to figure it all out. It’s all so simple. This will put a meal on the table, and that won’t.
I do understand the Bible now, but there’s a lot of “fluff” in it. The truths that Jesus spoke of were down to earth facts. Don’t judge. I never judge! When someone does something that I think is bad, I’ll just remember back when I did exactly the same thing, and be glad the statute of limitations has run out. We have all fallen short of the glory, and I fell short the day the doctor said, “Hey,” and I said, “Huh?”
It all boils down to this: You get what you expect. If you dwell in the past you will always be there. If you set goals, no matter how remote, you may not get there, but you’ll be on the way, and the journey is half the joy. We all make mistakes. What seemed so serious back then, will just be funny as you recount it to a friend at a local pub. The sad part of life is if you live long enough to figure it out then you’ll come to the same conclusions that I did after you are old, and young people have it all “figured out,” and will not listen as they begin their journey toward “the truth.”
If you want to dig dirt on me, you’d better bring a dump truck, because I’ve done it all, and if there’s anything I missed it’s only because no one told me about it, and I’m man enough to admit it! I’ve found one person who totally understands me. She sleeps with me, eats with me, agrees with everything I say, and cries when I’m away. In the spirit of the recent Supreme Court ruling on marriage I have decided to marry my dog.
That was the week that was rages from mules to jackasses.
“This is not a real estate deal!” Marco Rubio seized on that line last night, and true to form, he parroted, and parroted, and parroted. (Don’t they have parrots in Cuba?) He was trying to zero in on Donald Trump who was steadily handing him his face, while Ted Cruz had the good sense not to join him in a chorus. Well, Marco, it is a real estate deal. America is being handed over to a bunch of squatters. Rubio is simple: He yells, and sweats, and yells some more. Havana’s version of Justin Bieber looks good, but sorry, all hat and no cattle.
Ben Carson has a good bedside manner. Mild, soft spoken, understandable. He’s the kind of guy who would tell someone with stage four lung cancer, “You are going to live. The only question is, how long.” I like Ben. He approaches everything with a low key, digestible prescription. The side effects? Putin will play basketball with his head. What you have here is a white Jimmy Carter. He’ll make a fine Surgeon General.
I’m going to surprise you about John Kasich. Knowledgeable, has been at all levels of government for years, calm, articulate, and has real solutions for real problems. Doesn’t get bogged down in useless chatter, such as the dead issue of same sex marriage, (The Supreme Court has ruled, and I’ve moved on.) He can’t win, however. What you have here is a vice president, and a good one! At least one person visiting the Oval Office who knows what he’s talking about.
Ted Cruz! Ted is the Tea Party darling. “The people that get forgotten in this debate over immigration are the hard working men and women of this country. . . . that are losing their jobs.” While Ted sparred with Trump some, he stopped just short of a full scale free for all, letting Rubio dig his own political grave trying to corner the billionaire at his own game. Ted was literally in his own neighborhood where he went to high school, and his shining at the debate was never in doubt. Hey, come to think of it, I find that interesting that Ted Cruz can point to every period of his life and education, citing high school, university, even where he ate a hamburger at fifteen, and Obama can’t even prove he was in town! Jus’ sayin’.
Trying to figure the winner in a debate like this is a little like watching a free for all I a dog pound. One technically is the last one standing, but he looks so bad it’s hard to tell if he’s the winner, or just a survivor. I told you about Trump’s southern plan, and the game remains the same. I don’t know if it’ll work or not, but I know the plan, and the deal’s still on. Super Tuesday will tell you who the winner was last night. I tend to think that Cruz will win Texas. A recent poll said that most Texans want to throw all the Muslims and Illegals out of Texas. Hey, we’re simple folk. Forget Rubio. He’s just enhancing his resume. “Hey, I did run for president. Did you see I waved?” Dr. Carson will continue his book tour, which is what his campaign is really all about. If Trump has any sense at all, he’ll pick Governor Kasich as his running mate.
There is a tendency to try to corner Trump on particulars of his plans for walls, health care, and such. You don’t do that with a real estate broker. He doesn’t know how to build that wall, but he knows to hire people who do! It is a real estate deal, Marco! America is being given away just like the Alamo! Do you want to know how to judge Trump’s real worth? Just look at the people who are scared of him. Whoopi is leaving the country. Beyonce turned black, and the Chinese, who have faced Trump at the negotiation table are screaming, “Hell NO!” It is a real estate deal, Marco.
“If it comes down between Hillary or Trump, I’m going with Trump because Hilliary is just the same old forty acres and a mule we’ve been promised for years!” (Black janitor at a truck stop in Alabama.) Forty acres and a mule has become a catch phrase since just after the Civil War. Freed slaves held onto that dream, still do, just the forty acres is now HUD Housing, and the mule delivers the meth. The end game was Obama, the realization that blacks had finally come into their own. So why do we still have the same, if not more racial division than we did before him? Because the huddled masses voted in a black white man, that’s why.
There is a segment of the population that is not Watts, not Dr. Ben Carson. There is a group of people between forty and about sixty-five who are black, but black with understanding. They, through a life of striving to meet the mortgage, keep their jobs, and raise kids, have long ago abandoned the carrots the democrats dangle before their eyes, and Donald Trump represents a true populist movement that offers their children a better life far beyond the forty acres and a mule.
In the words of same janitor, “I want a job cleaning the stables, and a share cropping agreement. Mr. Trump will give me that. Not some welfare check that chains me down, but something I can hold onto.” Now, what this all boils down to is in addition to the rural south, Donald Trump is securing a segment of the black vote that will push him even higher. So there you have it. Rural voters, black voters, some major cities, and a host of other areas, all jumping onto the Trump train as Whoopi and associates book their flights for anywhere outside of Trump America.
There is going to be a debate in Texas tonight. By the time this hits the publishers the results will be in, but my guess is that Trump will hand Cruz his face, or portions thereof. At any rate, it will not be the Cruz show. I don’t know the current numbers, but someone told me this morning that Trump has more numbers than Cruz and Rubio put together. Tonight will be a heads up for someone.
The attack on Mr. Trump has taken bizarre twists. Mitt Romney chimed in today suggesting that Trumps past tax returns be looked into. He readily admitted that he didn’t have any definite ideas as to what would might be found, but he was just sure that something was there, ranging from Trump overstating his wealth all the way to lying about donations to vets. That’s called a witch hunt, folks, and losers are real good about starting them.
Another article cited Trumps failed marriages, failed businesses, switching religions, political parties and hair styles. As I read it I realized this bozo had described me! Could it be that life has matured Donald Trump, and his vision for America is exactly what he says it is? Could it be he’s learned from his mistakes, licked his wounds, and went on? Could it be that middle America is looking at him and see themselves? Could it be that we are tired of the polyester candidates the parties churn out election after election? Could it be that not only blacks, but all segments of the country have finally seen past the myth of forty acres and a mule? The very division imposed on us has drawn us all together, and Donald Trump is the inevitable end result.
Let me tell you a story. I have a friend. Not going to tell you his name, just call him, “Teddy Bear.” Teddy Bear has a talent. He gets into places where people don’t want him to get into. Whenever anyone tries to keep him out it just tweaks his interest, and he digs all the harder. And Teddy will work for anyone, the Pope, cartels, mothers against condoms, it don’t matter, Teddy is there. I’ve known Teddy for forty years, and he’s my best friend.
Teddy has a perfect cover, and no, I’m not going to tell you what it is, but suffice to say it gets him around, and gives him access when no one expects it. Oh, and Teddy has a doctor’s degree. He just don’t look like it. Now, let me ask you a question. Think back on how many Trump campaign signs you’ve seen. Take your shoes off if you need to, but you won’t have to. I haven’t seen one! Stadiums full of people, and not one bumper sticker.
In this country there are byways, and hiways. The interstate system binds the major population areas, but there is another system that we tend to ignore. All those little two lane farm to market roads that connect the rest of the country. You’ve seen them. Those places you veer off from the interstate because of some detour, end up in some town called Centerville, and you fill ill at ease going through the one blinking light that graces the downtown. In those towns lies the answer to the results of the 2016 presidential election.
In those towns you will see signs of Donald Trump. In those towns you will see people sitting on rocking chairs, chewing on straws, watching as you pass by, and they know that you’re not one of them. In those towns the silent majority isn’t keeping quiet anymore. So, Teddy Bear stops for a burger in Centerville. He comes upon a parking lot full of RVs, busses with trailers behind them, men with suits, and walkie talkies, and tons of people chewing on straws, looking at you. He asks what the occasion is, and in short order he’s told that it’s none of his business. Taking the cue, he moves away. Teddy always obliges, at first, but he eases back to see just what’s in the trailers full of paper. Wanna know what was in those trailers? Donald Trump!
Floor to ceiling, stem to stern, Trump paraphernalia with all the frills. All bound for every business, home, drug store, school, and graveyard and barber shop in rural America. Within ten days, Teddy Bear saw this from Florida to Ding Dong, Texas. The south is saturated. What does this mean? What will it matter in the final run? Well, I’ll tell you. Ted Cruz, Bernie Sanders, Hillary, and all the rest are playing by the rules they’ve always known. When the south chimes in, or right before, they’ll all run down there and start talking the talk, trying to lure what they think are ignorant votes to their side. Well, by the time they get there the Donald has already been there, done that, and the fat lady has already sang.
Trump has won victories now, and he’s not just a reality TV star, he is the nominee apparent. Forget Cruz, forget Rubio, Forget Sanders, and forget Hillary. Trump will trump them. I think he may be funding Hillary just so he can run against her, and not Sanders. She’s a joke. If you don’t believe that, then you’re a joke. The South will rise up in one solid block and hand the White House to Donald Trump. It’s as simple as that. In Their arrogance, the large metropolitan areas believe that they rule the roost, but there is more corn whiskey than champagne.
The busses I told you about were huge. Entire parking lots of them. Tons of literature. Hundreds of staff. This is so simple, yet so dynamic. Teddy Bear hacked their walkie talkies, and the chatter was incredible. While Donald Trump is filling the stadiums of major cities these ground troops are securing the election for him. We’ve seen the Bush era pass this week. We will see the Clinton era ride off into the sunset. You’d better start swimming, or you’ll sink like a stone, because times they are a changing!
How do you shoot Hillary out of the saddle? Actually, it’s easy because she’s doing it herself. Hillary has convinced herself that guns are the key issue to winning the White House. She thinks that the majority of the American public wants all guns picked up, and melted down, with a ramped up 911 system to replace the Second Amendment. Inside her little bubble she can see no farther. Meanwhile Trump, and Sanders skirt the issue, and let her dig her political grave.
The hypocrisy is profound. Talk about disarming the American people while surrounded by armed guards. Wendy Davis did the same thing. She traced off to the Rio Grande valley expounding abortion to a bunch of Mexican Catholics. You can’t make this up, folks, she really did that! I think Mexican American voters who never voted in the life voted in that election. Their burros voted in that election! She wanted to turn Texas blue. Well, didn’t work, did it. About the only thing she got was the cover of Texas Monthly, and a dollar to take a bus downtown to have a rat gnaw that wart off her face.
Why to politicians make such stupid mistakes? I don’t know. Why don’t catfish have kittens? Why didn’t Hitler paddle across the English Channel, and move into Buckingham Palace. Advisors! Advisors don’t tell what they know is right, they tell what the politician wants to hear, and what they’re paid to say. So Hillary parades around the country with the winds of destiny blowing in her hair, and Trump packs up for the White House.
I saw her ad on TV last night. It was the biggest PR run I’ve seen in years. Absolutely off the mark, but it looked good. Shucks, she even looked good, which is going some because even her young’un doesn’t look good. Frankly, I didn’t know Hillary had saved the planet until I saw that ad. Of course in the end you got to hear, “I’m Hillary Clinton, and I approved this ad.” Gee, I thought that was Bill’s job.
Politics are a paradox. The more you hear the “Stop Hillary” slogan, the more she is raised up. Simple logic: You don’t have to stop someone who’s not going anywhere! See how that works? Same thing happened with the recent video, Cruz is more dangerous than Trump. This cackle babble head in a box explains how Ted Cruz’s beliefs will destroy America, and every single thing he says is in complete concert with the Tea Party! Even called Ted a Constitutional “Originalist.” That’s a new one on me. What’s that? Ted reads the Constitution just as it is? So, I’m supposed to not vote for Cruz based on that?
Hillary is riding on her name right now. People will show up just to look at her. People, crowds will show up to see El Chapo, ok? Notoriety does not equal nomination. Trump needs to make note of that, too. Cruz is a consummate politician. Trump counts heads, Cruz counts votes, and counts the votes that count. You can stomp around Iowa for a year, and not get the votes you’d get from having one sandwich in L. A. Ask Romney. Got that Utah vote, huh, Mitt? Ground swell, and grass roots support are important, however. The sheer volume of interest amounts to some votes. Just seeing the name, “Trump” on the ballot is worth something.
Now I want you to notice, with all this information, and input, Hillary will continue to ride the anti-gun train right into the desert. It sounds good. She thinks that’s what everyone wants to hear. She dodges certain issues. If Sanders wants to win, all he has to do is change his name to Bernie Ben Gazi, and she’ll never mention him again. Guns? BANG! The shot heard ‘round the world, and Hillary will fall from the saddle. We saw the end of the Bush era this week. Soon, before this is over, you will see the Clintons ride into the sunset, too. Fifty years from now school children will giggle at their carryings on. We’re not laughing right now.
When patriots dieFor taking a stand
And terrorists go free
I don’t understand.
Man says he’s a woman
And everyone cheers
But the the cries from Benghazi
Fall on deaf ears.
Kid reads a Bible
And teachers swear
While the rest of the class
Bows in Muslim prayer.
When government land
Is all you can see
I’ll tell you quite frankly
Makes no sense to me.
Call me a redneck
A fanatic, a fool
Make fun of my accent
My hat and my boots.
Want to see proof
That it’s all gone to far?
Just don’t pay your taxes
See who you’re real owners are!
Week that was this week started slow. I was battling sinus with Claritin and Aleve, and the ol’ brain wasn’t hooking up, but time marches on. I think my sinus came from a Sunday trip to San Antonio, which I detailed in The Battle of the Alamode. This had a funny, yet serious side. The antics if the grandkids were uplifting, unfortunately the United Nations had moved the Alamo to New York City or somewhere so they were deprived of that first visit. No matter, they hadn’t been taught what the building was all about anyway. I went to HEB and bought a copy of the Billy Bob Thornton movie to educate them, but the movie was overruled by “Teen Titans.”
As you know, Judge Scalia died this week. Actually, I dodged this because I couldn’t connect the dots to Texas, but eventually wrote Judge Scalia Saga when I found out that no autopsy was ordered, and Obama was being, well, Obama. Personally, I don’t see any mystery in his death, but hey folks, JFK got his head blown off in front of thousands of people and even he got an autopsy, albeit illegal because his body was spirited to DC so the CIA could set the results.
Once in a blue, blue moon I actually research a subject and try to be informative. The Great Peace was such an effort. I’ve learned that when I research a subject, and use four syllable words I fail miserably. Jus’ sayin’. All the article was saying was we, as a people, have “been there, done that.” ISIS is no crisis, and it really doesn’t matter who is in the White House, the song remains the same.
After the overwhelming success of that article I retreated to Texas subjects again, and wrote right off the top of my head. Texas Has Survived simply laid out facts that make the Yankees mad, and Texans glad. Texas is an easy subject because Norte’s are so bad. They barrel down here by the plane load just to tell us that we don’t know what we’re doing. Enjoy your brisket, gringos!
After a week of non-events, Donald Trump delivered Cruz a profound butt-stomping and I did a political article analyzing the contenders for the nomination, one not contending anymore as the Bush dynasty died nasty. Slobber and Vote wasn’t kind, but it brought things down to a manageable level with good common sense. I particularly like my last paragraph. It was apparent that the Claritin worked, and I could see my laptop again.
So, as we march toward Super Tuesday with anticipation Texas marches toward divorcing America like an unfaithful wife. I am reminded of the Talking Heads song saying, “Same as it ever was,” but liberals need “Start swimming, or they’ll sink like a stone because times they are a changing!” I get a laugh at all the Hollywood types who swear they’ll leave the US if Trump wins. I’m cool with that, just don’t come to Texas! The liberals have held sway for seven and one-half years, and as it draws to a close they are showing their colors. They put Obama in office because he’s black, and now they are trying to follow up by putting Hillary in office because she’s a woman. And they call me a racist!
In a healthy political environment you can disagree. The actual difference between a liberal and a conservative is about ten percent, but the libtards try to make it seem like conservatives are from another planet. That’s what happens when your kids don’t study the Alamo.