Shots Fired

Shots FiredIMG_2467! Last night I had plans of doing an article this morning about the event in Minnesota. I had watched the Facebook live feed several times, and was particularly taken by the woman being forced to her knees crying out about the whereabouts of her daughter after her boyfriend had been killed during a routine traffic stop. I planned to rip and tear at the police there, and compare them with the steady eye of Wyatt Earp. After last night in Dallas, you will never see that article.

Black Lives Matter does about as much good in relaxing racial tension in this country as throwing gasoline on a fire. If you will note, the march in Dallas was a peaceful one. That doesn’t surprise me. Last year, when we had the “swimming pool” scandal, complete with a pretty teenage girl in a yellow swimsuit, agitators, who came down from Chicago to orchestrate the event, saw their plans for anarchy evaporate in the Texas sun as the local teens showed more interest in summer break than sitting in the street disrupting traffic. During the Ferguson flap no Texas cities were burned, and there were no repercussions after the death of Sandra Bland. Texans simply don’t do that no matter what color they are.

Texas DID have an active KKK in time past. We have fought wars on our own ground, lived through Bonnie and Clyde, Indian raids, Waco (twice) Charles Whitman, Luby’s and Fort Hood. We are well seasoned in Tom Foolery. It is fashionable to point at Texans, the guns, the hats, the music, and allude to the population being a form of Neanderthal. What you saw in Dallas last night will show you that you need us Neanderthals!

When a Muslim kills, and Donald Trump raises the option to oust all Muslims, there is always an outcry from organizations such as C.A.I.R. citing that one person does not define an entire people. I’ll guarantee you that before the day is over you will hear Hillary Clinton suggesting that the best solution to last night’s event will be to disarm America, and most especially Texas! I want you to know that when the shots rang out last night one protester, a black Texan, immediately surrendered his AR-15 to an officer, showing he was not involved, and was not a danger. Please further note that the Dallas officer did not shoot the man, who was carrying the rifle as a demonstration of his second amendment rights, and a visual protest to the shooting of the man in Minnesota.

During the last eight years the dividing line between black and white has grown more solid. I’ve seen, and heard things that I haven’t seen or heard since I was a child in 1950’s Louisiana. Groups such as Black Lives Matter cause events that funnel people into the streets, and money into the pockets of the organizers, but they overlook one simple fact. The majority of Americans simply want to be left alone, and allowed to go about their lives in peace. They long for the day when they can teach their children that if they become lost, find a police officer, and he/she will get them home.

There will be no “race war.” In the 60’s the term “race war” was always in the air, while the bulk of America punched the time clock and went on about their business. While the image of the fire hoses still comes to mind, last night police officers died . . . protecting black protestors! Shots fired! I have a dream. I have a friend, Kent Frank’s. He’s black, and, yes, he’s a Yankee. He comes from the same era that I do. I want to meet him one day. I want to fly him to Austin and take him to a bar and grill I frequent on 6th street. My friend will not be in any danger. He will enjoy the Austin nights the same as anyone else, and maybe, just maybe, the sound of “shots fired” will become fainter, and fainter, until music is all we hear.

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I Love Servicemen and Women

IMG_0060I love servicemen, and women. People who charge into the breech, protecting us while we sleep without a second thought. Those who keep the watch. War is always an unpopular decision, and as it drags on it becomes more unpopular, but the soldiers who wage it are but the instruments of political will, not the directors. The way it’s supposed to work is some foreign nation attacks America, and our armed forces repel that action. The president, and congress are supposed to reflect the will of the people. Sadly, of late, such is not the case.

I remember so vividly, during the Vietnam war, the ire against it turned on our returning troops. Part of the North Vietnamese strategy was to sow discontent among the American people, a plan that some in position fell into step. People such as Jane Fonda, Donald Sutherland, and yes, John Kerry, all marching to the Vietnamese drum. The political winds that were blowing had indeed driven us into a war with no purpose. History has proven that the little Asian nation made absolutely no difference at all to the world stage. Eventually, they got a unified country, and we got a wall!

The soldiers came home, the war was over, but there were no parades, no flags, no “VE” day, just broken men and women, trying to forget. Politics did that to them, not the war. When you go far from home to fight you simply have to have the reason to do so. With the horror of war you must know, in your heart, that there is a reason for it. You have the right to expect that upon coming home, the memories will be silenced by the applause if the people at the airport. You do not expect to be spit upon. You do not expect the ghosts to still be there forty years later.

America has made an entire industry of protecting the “freedom” of other nations. Again, politics plays the role, not the will of the people. Politicians invent, and arm entities such as Al Qaeda, and then stand back in snake amazement when the mad dog they fed bites us! And their reasoning? Russia might take over the world! History has shown that Russia did good just taking over Russia! Their weak hold went away like cotton candy when they tried to match America dollar for Ruble in the “cold” war. When the twin towers went down we rushed to seek the perpetrators. It wasn’t hard to figure out. In effect, we had bought the plane tickets. The politicians, and their lapdogs in the CIA had unleashed that terror, and the very word, “terror” became a catch phrase in order to get the American people to sell their freedom, shred the constitution, and allow our soldiers to charge off after one crazy old man on a walking stick because, yet again, someone might take over the world!

Do you want to know what the Trump phenomenon really is? I’ll tell you. It is the outrage of the American people at the political wasteland they’ve had to endure for the last fifty years. It’s the arrogance of people like Hillary Clinton, who point at a successful American businessman, and claim he isn’t savvy enough to direct the ship of state because that ship has been floundering so long that only the most consummate liar can even hope to guide it. The very idea that the government of the people is far beyond the people’s understanding, and our only hope is this ruling class, this Illuminati, this new royalty. That’s the reason Donald Trump will be the next president of the United States! The American people are taking over the White House, and if we ever have a just war in the future there will be applause at the airport. I love servicemen, and women. Continue reading “I Love Servicemen and Women”

The Onion

From the death of Lavoy Finicum to little boys knocking on the door expecting a deceased father to answer, it has been a rocking year. We saw Donald Trump travel from amusing to not so much, and Republicans dropping out of the race faster than you can get a Big Mac at lunch. We discussed how America has failed some of us, and lied to all of us, and the combination of the articles began to peel like an onion when you step back, and begin to take it all in. The Onion began with nobody wanting to die and progressed from Oregon to Texas.

Burns, Oregon was still going during the next week, and I did a little bit of research on one Porter Rockwell. There are dots here, but you really gotta connect ‘em. I did this fairly well. It ended sadly when we lost good friend, and patriot, Johnny Johnson toward the beginning of the week.

Then I jumped on Beyonce in the third week. Dancing KKK and David Koresh. I don’t make it easy on myself, I’ll tell you. I talked about getting drunk, and pale horses, complete with graphs.

In the next week I turned to history as my grandchildren went to San Antonio, and fought the battle of the “Alamode.” We lost a judge, which was. . . special, and long about this time “The Donald” began to show some real numbers.

The fifth week led us back into the discussion of abortion, which is quite black and white, mainly black because that’s who Planned Parenthood is wiping out. My slippery friend, Teddy Bear, uncovered the Trump Machine setting up the south for a sweep, and by golly, that’s what happened. Just me and Rush, folks. Then I went looking for the fabled forty acres and a mule and wound up quoting Rubio’s silly “real estate deal” statement from the debates.

The following week saw David Duke crawl out from under his rock, a discussion about hand sizes, and a rather unscholarly poke at Ted Cruz. Then, trying for a spot on Animal Planet, I discussed the Jackalope.

Wound up in Utah, and arrived just in time for their primary. This was a two-week catchup because I’d been looking for a cup of coffee. Since I was right in the middle of it, I wrote a lot about guns, Finicum, and gun control.

Trump, no knock, and BS. Yep, that just about sums up the week here. I was so rolled up in Utah it was amazing that I could type at all, but I did.

This brings us down to the next week or so. Jesus in a cowboy hat, to Lin Ching in one of those funny cone shaped hats, the last week saw something called “Scared” which I’m told got a lot of attention. I didn’t think much of it, but then, who am I?

I think is along about this time that I caught religion and started expounding the Mormons in Utah. I had to eventually get off that and just come home to Texas, and upon returning the place was still there, and still leaving the US,

IMG_2955You have to understand that the organization of the articles are all there, maybe a little mixed at times. I drew the weekly reports on the fly, and sometimes they get a bit much to keep up with it all, but, if you peel the onion here you will find a little book of recent history with commentary, brought to you free, by Bill the Butcher.

Donald Trump is Going to be President

Donald Trump is going to be the next president of the United States. Now, I want all you little children to listen to that, soak it up; I want you to ignore what the mainstream media is telling you, Ignore the polls, look at the crowd, look at the mood of the country. The Republican Party is bucking, and rolling right now because they’ve held control, and sway for so long. Same with the Democrats. These political machines have been in place in order to pick and choose who’s going to be in office, then they control who’s in office because the president will cleave to the party that paid the tab for him to walk into the White House. That is the way it truly is!

Trump is a deal changer; he is going to change the world. He is going to win. Hillary is a joke. She has more political luggage than Brittney Spears at a pot party, ok? That is the way it is. Now, you can cite all your numbers, you can cite all your nonsense, you can cite anything you want, but Trump’s groundswell is so great that if he doesn’t take the nomination, and he doesn’t win there is literally going to be a revolution in this country because the Illuminati’s control of the political system will be totally exposed. Alex Jones won’t look like a nut anymore. It’s right there for everyone to see.

The very fact that Paul Ryan is “considering” supporting Trump. He’s just not “quite there” yet. Ok, look idiot, Donald Trump has the support of the people, and he’s not perfect. If you click on this link to a guy named Pena, who is a billionaire Hispanic from Florida. He says it a lot more, uh, how do you say, poignant than I do, but it’s an enjoyable video, I strongly suggest you watch it. But, Trump is going to be in the White House!

Trump is going to be a deal changer.  All his ideas won’t work, but at least he’ll have some ideas. Look what we’ve got up there right now, we’ve got Obama, that. . . “If you like your head, you can keep your head.” I mean, c’mon, that’s what we’ve got. Now look what we’ve got lining up like she is the president designate. Everybody understands, “Well, we’ve had our black guy for eight years, and now we’re going to have this B&%ch for eight years!” So, we’ll have sixteen years of nonsense while the money changers in New York, and Brussels, London, and everywhere else control what’s going to happen with the people, well, no, the power’s going to flow from the bottom up for a little while because Trump isn’t beholden to anybody. He can say what he want to say. That’s the way it works in the real world! That’s the way it’s gonna happen! You got to know your limitations, you got to know the facts! Donald Trump will be the next president of the United States!

Hitler Was A Wonderful Guy!

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I watched a video last night. By the time it was over I had come to believe that Hitler was a wonderful guy! No Poo Poo! There was this little girl’s voice expounding Hitler’s virtues, likes, dislikes, his artistic abilities, love of mankind, and of course there was no holocaust, that was just a scheme perpetrated by the Jews to take over Hollywood. There were scenes of Hitler playing with puppies, holding little girls, smiling, and thousands of people gathering around him like he was the second coming. I crappith thee NOT! Now, let’s get real here. If you believe that Hitler had a decent bone in his body then you’re freaking nuts! I’ve read Mein Kampf!  Matter of fact, I understood how the CPS works after reading it. Ya’ll may swat them bees now.  Let’s go forward about, oh, let’s say seventy years.

Hillary Clinton is so out in left field it’s laughable. The only thing more laughable is the people who support her. I didn’t say black people, see, that’s where you thought I was going, so now you’re the racist. No, I’ve seen some white chicks supporting Hillary that I wish I could pick up in a bar, ok? People buy into the manufactured image, not the person. I’m not going to enumerate all of Hillary’s sins here, I’m not a priest, but what did Nixon really do? Broke into some office. Heck, Hillary’s own significant other. Ran the government fairly well, it was that after hours pizza party that got to him, and he still survived. Hillary has made major blunders at every turn. Do you want to know why the democratic party is shoving a stick up her butt, holding her up? I’ll tell you why. They are coming to the end of the black guy, and by golly they’re gonna get a woman in no matter what! The party, both parties, work for the bankers. The bankers want Hillary to continue the progress (in their eyes) of the last eight years.

Now, as you know, I’m a Trump guy, but The Donald wouldn’t know politics if it ran up and peed on his leg. He’s a real estate broker, which is why I like him. When he speaks, I hear real estate broker coming out of his mouth. You wonder if he’ll really build that wall? He built Trump Towers, didn’t he? He will find the brick and mortar, and funds to build that wall, and you’ll be darn lucky if there’s not a neon sign on it flashing, “TRUMP, TRUMP, TRUMP!” If the Republican party has any sense, when they have their little sit down what they need to say is, “Donald! You’ve done a magnificent job awakening the people, but Hillary is a politician. She killed an ambassador, laughed in a Senate committee’s face, and strolled out like she had good sense. You don’t have to change any of your ideas, but please let us help you package them. Together, we can beat her at her own game.”

Trump said it well yesterday. There is a reason he’s a rising star. He’s giving the people what they want. He is vocalizing the frustration of the people at the Beltway politics that have held sway for too long. All the people! Unless I miss my guess, even California will swing for Trump. All but Whoopi Goldberg, she’s moving to Kenya, I believe. If Trump listens, and is as smart an arranger as I think he is, he will be the next president of the United States. Hitler was a wonderful guy!

 

No Taxation Without Representation

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On the 16th of December 1773 some men calling themselves the sons of Liberty destroyed property belonging to the East India Company by throwing crates of tea overboard into the Boston harbor where the tea was to be off loaded for sale in the colonies. This act of vandalism was illegal as were the acts of sedition and conspiracy leading up to that event which came to be called the Boston Tea Party. 

It’s ironic that this act, an act of terrorism by today’s standards, should be defining in the history of our nation as the beginning of our fight with Britain for independence. Ironic because we have become a fearful lot, led around by our noses, funneling untold billions into “homeland security”. We simply cannot envision committing a terrorist or treasonous (aka criminal) act against our government even though we don’t trust it to keep its least promise to us. As noted, the acts of meeting, discussing and planning this action were illegal in themselves. Indeed, just speaking against the Crown was considered treason in those days, and imprisonment, confiscation of property or even hanging were not out of the question even for wealthy citizens. 

Still, the act of boarding the ship, overpowering the crew and throwing cargo overboard has become the dividing line in the hearts and minds of Americans between talking smack and, actual smack. Patriotism and arm chair quarterbacking.

The actions of those men were those of men who had come to the end of their patience in dealing with a governing parent who had all the rational approaches to change covered. The East India Company was the largest corporation in the world, and enjoyed, a “no bid, no  compete” relationship with the colonies and the crown. In other words, the crown forbade competition in trade with the East India company while passing laws forbidding the manufacture of most items of daily living in the colonies and the banks, who were the power of the day liked it that way. A situation that modern day Americans are perilously close to now.

All of which brings us to the upcoming presidential election. With the exception of true individualists like the now deceased Roy Finicum, or Cliven Bundy, few Americans view themselves as capable of acts similar to the Boston Tea Party, but they will vote if are capable of stirring themselves enough to show up in November to vote should someone seem capable or inclined to bring about change. This mood has been on the American electorate since the Bush/Cheney debacle, and President Obama, who had promised change put the seemingly final finishing touches on the change over to the new world order begun by President Nixon. By now, every American who isn’t stoned out of their minds can see that the Democratic Party intends to hand Americans their heads and administer the final coup de grace, emptying the last bit of change from our coffers, and enslaving future generations of Americans in a horrific kind of indentured servitude.

This is essentially clear when you see that the party has made it clear from the very beginning; before the beginning in fact, that Senator Sanders, a candidate who not only exemplifies the message of the populist minded democrats, but who has raised an amount of money equal to the Clinton pile bestowed upon her by the banks from single donors, hasn’t got a chance. Just can’t win they say. Still, the stubbornest voters in America are being told that their champion, Donald Trump can’t win either, and yet they continue to flock to his standard in droves. Yes, I said droves. America isn’t going to elect another monkey wearing a pin striped suit. The banksters may force another one into office as they did with President (ugh) Bush, but we won’t elect him because even if we don’t have the guts to drive down, up or over to Wichita Falls TX and put our butts on the line like the Sons of Liberty, we darn sure will go down to the polls and stand in Hillary’s way to the White House.

When Things Get Quiet

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Always be on point when things get quiet. I don’t know about everyone else, but I grew up in a family that had four children. My siblings and I were a pretty rowdy bunch, and occasion my mother needed mad parenting skills to get her through the process of raising us, managing my father’s career and looking damn good while she did it. One of those skills was an instinct for knowing when her focused attention was needed; the dreaded “eyes in the back of her head” that all successful parents are able to convince their children they have. She knew, for instance, that if things got real quiet she needed to come look; she didn’t ask us what we were doing, she knew we’d lie about that if we were up to something. She didn’t send one of us to look; they were just as likely to be in on whatever sneaky plot was afoot, she just came looking; on light feet too.

 

Folks, things have gotten real quiet down in Mexico lately. Oh, I know The Donald’s kicking up a fuss about that wall and all, but what that’s done is distract us from the fact that information, real information is not coming out of Mexico. Now, we’re all going to have good reason to wish that wall was there, and real soon too; but more about that in a minute. What I’d like to ask you is what exactly do you really know about Fast and Furious? Not the movie, the guns for drugs operation initiated by the State Department (aka Hillary). Until recently I worked for what some

would call an accounting firm. One of my functions was to find creative ways to get people to fulfill promises they had come to regret making. It was an honest living. More honest than the lives of those I was regretfully called upon to influence. In recent times my company’s portfolio began to include more and more work for an umbrella that you know as homeland security. My division had the unfortunate task of looking in on other contract obligations. I could write a book about it all, but for now let’s get back to what you know.

 

I’m a different kind of guy than my friend Bill the Butcher. I am not a writer, and I believe that people should work for what they get. Consequently, I’m not going to put everything I know in front of you. For one thing, why on earth should you believe me? No, if you are the sort that cares about your country though, if you care what happens to your family, you ought to launch your own investigation into what happened. Form groups, divide up the tasks of uncovering what’s been sloppily covered up. Make it a part of whatever community you are a part of, for you are all going to need each other as surely as you are reading these words. Times coming when you will not have any protection under or from the law. if you live in Texas, New Mexico, Arizona, or Utah you’re in for some trouble.

 

Back to that wall for a minute. I spent several days held in a federal building in El Paso twice because ICE had picked me up coming across the border illegally (I’m a legal citizen, but hey). The reason for this attention was that I carried a SIM card in my pocket that belonged to a person of interest in the so called investigation into the Fast and Furious project. It appeared to my employers that a rogue element of the vast Homeland Security conglomerate was operating down south and I was dispatched to coordinate with one of our offices in Chihuahua. What I found was that every rank and file element of the Mexican army (yeah they have private contractors too) knew about the guns for drugs plan way ahead of it, and that eventually those guns would wind up back in the good old USA in the hands of what we call gangs, but they call private contractors.

 

Fantasy? Vile racist lies? You’ll have to decide for yourself. Poke around a little yourself though before you decide; for your family’s sake, or just to save your own hide. The evidence is all around you like gold nuggets in Eldorado. Remember those poor folks who are murdered in the ever increasing massacres that are the plague of our modern world, and how they probably wished they had a gun…just a little too late.

Teddy Bear

We Don’t Need No Stinking Badges!

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We don’t need no stinking badges! Funny line from a movie that got unfunny when guns began to flow across the southern border like someone was running a gun show. In September of 2009 John Dodson with the ATF stood back in snake amazement when he traced guns being given to Mexican cartels, and he subsequently became a whistle blower. This article in the New York Post detailed this so I’m not going to bore you with the taco count, just read it for yourself.

We all know the story. I even made a joke out of it when I was out in California citing that the first thing you learn in grade school if you’re a Texan is not to give guns to the Mexicans. The paradox is that Mexico has mucho gun control, unless you’re in the cartel, and then you get a pass. Mexico is a perfect example of what happens when you “regulate” guns. Ever hear the statement, “If guns are outlawed then only outlaws will have guns.” Mexico has a lot of outlaws, world class outlaws.

I find it amazing that Trump talks about securing the border, Hillary skirts the issue. Trump supports the second amendment; Hillary is very clear on her stance on gun control. Heck, her own daughter just got up, and gave a snot slinging speech on that very subject. (She has a kid? Nobody told me that.) Hillary was directly involved at a high level with the government that opened this gun running operation. Do you think she was unaware? Well, I mean, she was unaware of an attack on an embassy, and loaded up state secrets at a local McDonald’s WiFi, but c’mon! Well, Teddy Bear ran a theory by me today, and I’m going to give you the basics. Of course, I can’t tell you details because that would be, well, dangerous. I mean we know the government would never take off after someone for busting it out, right?

Hillary is all tangled up with this stuff, and when confronted, she gives that little chuckle of hers, says something clever, and moves on. The agenda is to disarm the American people. It’s as simple as that. Imagine, if you will, how many people would be flocking over that border if they were reasonably sure those ranchers down there didn’t have any guns? How much restraint do you think the cartels would show if they knew that there would be no return fire? If you believe gun control will make the border safer then I have a bridge in Laredo for you, and, as usual, it’s on sale! Shucks, I’ll just run a two for one sale.  I’ll throw in one out in El Paso for free!

I’m not going to grind out all those tired old statistics about how many people got shot, or saved someone’s life because they shot someone, what I’m drilling down on is that Hillary and company want to make us all serfs in the Clinton Dynasty, and if they get their way we’ll all “die nasty.” She portrays herself as being “of the people,” but she hasn’t been anywhere near the people since she dated Yoko Ono! How’d she spit that hook, I wonder? Speaking of dynasties, remember when I made that joke about Chelsea following her mother’s eight years in office? Well, when she got up and gave that little rant about guns I almost dropped my beer. I’m beginning to feel like a prophet.

What you have below the Mexican border is an army, ok? This army has already sent advance units into the bread basket of the US. Hillary is very aware of this, and says, or does nothing about it. Thomas More said if someone were to attack a man with a knife, and you stand there doing nothing, that indicates approval. Hillary approves of this armed invasion of the United States. Hey, jus’ sayin’. The invaders feel empowered, knowing that the Democratic front runner is looking the other way, and they don’t need no stinking badges, or citizenship, or anything. They’ve been handed a silver platter with the US served up medium rare. Mexican Silver! Adios!

Retrospect

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I get into a little light religion here and there, and really enjoy going on YouTube and watching the denominations tear each other up. On The Eighth Day God Made Texas was a little jab at a guy I caught trying to tear the Salt Lake City Temple down brick by brick.

Ah So! was actually a much older article, but the song has remained so much the same I just dusted it off and threw it up. Saw a Chinese billionaire today, as a matter of fact, and yet again wonderer, didn’t these people used to be communist?

I drew Scared from the fact that most people are scared of the government. You simply can’t watch Lavoy Finicum, Ruby Ridge or Waco (2) and not be scared. We’ve become a nation of people trying to keep our heads down. With the upcoming rally in North Texas on June 4th, security is a major concern because no one really knows what the BLM is going to do. These people make up the rules as they go along, and will shoot you on the side of the road! Scared! Yeah, good title.

What We Burn In Our Crazy Mind goes back to my theory that the government us useless.  I can’t name one time in my life that I’ve seen the government successfully carry out anything. And SECRETS? Clinton couldn’t carry out a date with the secret service on the lookout for the wife!

Every now and then one takes inventory. With a writer that involves getting up one morning and believing that they’ve never produced anything in their life worth a flip. Stripes was such an inventory. John Lennon had his moment right before he wrote “Nowhere Man.” After that dark moment you really should chart a course of action, hopefully one that works. Consequently, here you are reading this article. In the words of Billy Joe Shaver, “I sold some songs in Memphis, sold one in LA too. I’ve sold some songs in Austin, sold songs in Austin too. Unless I miss my guess folk, Ima sell this song to you.”

As soon as I pulled my head out of my little pity party my sense of humor returned, and I picked the funniest bunch of screw ups I could find to break out; The Federal Reserve. I’d actually just read a very informative article on this, but it was too wordy for Texas so I just boiled it down to My Business Plan. I had to come up with a good picture so I picked a pimp. I used a white pimp so the libtards couldn’t call me a racist.

The week wound up with I Don’t See No Trump Train. I was rather amused by Ted Cruz choosing a running mate the day after picking himself up off the mat. I’ll never understand politics. Donald Trump is putting the wood to the establishment and he’s establishment! The election is gonna be “Yuge!”

I Don’t See No Trump Train

IMG_2791Little political analysis here. Tuesday night Donald Trump stomped a mud hole in Ted Cruz’s butt, and walked it dry. Yeah, that’ll do it. Pretty much sums it up. And what does Cruz do? Why he names some dropout to be his running mate. In Nashville there is a saying. When two weak songwriters get together they produce a weaker song than either one of them could do individually. Clueless Cruz. Elvis didn’t do no drugs! Update that to 2016. I don’t see no Trump train.

Trump took a couple of good hits in Iowa and Utah.  That’s because Cruz knew the political game and played it well. Trump is not a politician, which is why people are flocking to him. Now, if you listen to the main stream media Donald Trump is the most despised man in the country. But them people just keep voting, and voting, and voting.

Trump is learning. Remember when I told you about his Southern Strategy? Well, I was spot on. Now look at the eastern seaboard. Do you think he didn’t use that same plan there, because if you don’t have I got a bridge for you, and it’s on sale! There are much smarter people than me who cite things like “contested conventions,” and delegate counts, but let me ask you…is that the will of the people? Then there is the reminder that the Republican Party is a private organization and can run their cigar store any way they like, but let me ask you again; if the candidates opposing each other are picked by such a system, is that the will of the people?

“Oh, Wilbur, you just don’t understand how politics work.” Ok, I’m not versed, but then neither is Rocko in Philly, Bubba in Austin, or Lin Chang in San Francisco, but you know what, we’re the people! We’re not worried about the rulesl. We just want someone  to count the votes, and the guy (or gal) with the most WINS! The Republican Party is exposing itself for the snobbish men’s club that it actually is. They are so far removed from their constituents that they could be in China. And the main stream media chiming in with their cover to support the illusion. Elvis didn’t do no drugs, and they can’t see the Trump Train while they’re sitting right on the tracks!