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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America Has Failed Black People

America has failed black people. You might as well start swatting them bees right now, ‘cause it’s gonna be a long day. Lincoln came down in his war of northern aggression, and straightened out the south. Never MIND that he was wearing a cotton shirt when he did it. Never MIND the south was footing most if not all of the bills for his “federal” government, us racist rednecks had to be put in our place, and by God, he was just the man to do it. Now, he destroyed the eco-system, burned down the cities, and made sure the boot was firmly on the neck of the political devices, but he “freed” the slaves.

Lincoln did not begin his quest to free any slaves. The southern states were pulling away from the new “revised” United States, trying to preserve what the founding fathers had given us when Lincoln waited, hoping, that the new Confederacy would fire the first shot, making him the good guy. Well, he got that at Fort Sumter. I’m not going to get into all the logistics of how the north won the war, suffice to say God had no part of it. Mainly, what it involved was the very foundation of the southern government working against any organization of an army that could confront an enemy. While Lincoln could micro-manage his troops via telegraph, Jefferson Davis had to argue his way through every command as his generals all marched to a different drummer. The south did have better railroads, but all that did was deliver the Keystone Cops to the next slaughter.

But, Lincoln freed the slaves! Right? What did he do after that? Went to Ford’s theater and got his head blown off. If the south is so racist how come we don’t have any statues of John Wilkes Booth? The slaves stood up, threw off their shackles, and looked for the American Dream. Only problem was the white folk who freed them were just the same as the white folk they’d been picking cotton for, only they talked faster. The northern plan for freed slaves? Deal with it! Here’s forty acres and a mule. Now go to New York and start a bank. Every once in a blue moon they’d let one or two through the gate so they could wave them around showing that the plan worked. Well, it didn’t!

A couple weeks ago I saw an interesting idea. If we took the 1.5 BILLION up for grabs in the PowerBall, divided it by 300,000,000 (the approximate population of the United States) it would come to 4.33 million dollars for every man, woman, child, and transsexual in the country, and supposedly, there would be no more poverty. If you believe that have I got a bridge for you, and it’s on sale. (Make that the Brooklyn Bridge!) The Master said, “Verily, verily, I say unto you, the poor you shall always have.” If we had distributed that money, one year later we’d have exactly what we have now, only more crime, meth heads, and burning cities. Why would I say that? Because it’s true, that’s why. Poverty is not money, it is a state of mind, and in the case of black people it is a learned state of mind. Just follow the money, and the money always leads back to the same place. Alex Jones calls it “Illuminati.” I call it, “Them that’s got’s get’s!”

The South rocked along for about eighty-five years trying to rebuild their lives. When I was in elementary school in Shreveport, Louisiana, we were still mad at Sherman! The Confederate flag was a symbol of defeat, waved around by fanatics! The Klan did not wave that flag, they waved the flag of the Democratic Party, the Stars and Stripes! By and large, people in the south lived, loved, went to work, and watched Ed Sullivan, just like everybody else. Then, along come Jones, I mean Lyndon Johnson. Johnson’s mother should have sat on him when he was born. The Great Society? I give you Ferguson!

The American understanding of freed slaves was that they were lazy, stupid, and stinky and thank God most of them lived in the south. What to do? Well, you pump up the welfare system, that’ll fix it. Just shell out bare necessities. Not success, not ambition, not the American Dream (that was for selected white folks) just enough beans and cornbread so as the freed slaves didn’t look like Africans begging for change on those commercials we’ve all come to know and love. But, there were “stipulations.”

By 1950 the black family was a central unit. Fathers, who were in the home, worked, children went to schools, yeah, yeah, yeah, they were segregated, and momma cooked and cleaned, and occasionally took in laundry. I have a prejudice. When I went to Queensboro Elementary in Shreveport all the people working in the cafeteria were big, fat black women. The food was fantastic! We didn’t have Michelle’s best, we had fried chicken, liver and onions, homemade rice pudding and lots of milk plain or chocolate. Oh, Huey Long made if free too, by the way. Just thought ya’ll would like to know that. To this day I don’t believe white women can cook!

Now, let’s fine tune the welfare system. Time was when the father approached his church with his hat in his hand, asking for help during hard times. Preacher would smell his breath, know the family, give him “commodities” and help him fix the problem. The American plan? Food stamps, check, HUD housing, and in order to qualify, and/or keep all this the man could not be in the house. Don’t tell me I’m wrong, I was a realtor who managed many HUD apartments and I know what happened if the HUD office found out there was a husband or boyfriend living in the house. My parents lived the last sixteen years of their lives in HUD Housing, fighting cancer and hiding their poodle from the “office men.” Bye Bye dawg!

That’s the rule! Thought Mr. Lincoln freed the slaves. Right? RIGHT? Add two or three generations to a system like that, and you get, Detroit, Ferguson, Watts, and Harlem. Now, let’s explode that myth of all them “niggas” on welfare, shall we. (Told ya’ll them bees would be flying today.) According to the Huffington Post: ” Nationally, most of the people who receive benefits from the Supplemental Nutrition Assistance Program are white. According to 2013 data from the U.S. Department of Agriculture, which administers the program, 40.2 percent of SNAP recipients are white, 25.7 percent are black, 10.3 percent are Hispanic, 2.1 percent are Asian and 1.2 percent are Native American.”

Wow! Imagine that! So why, when CNN runs a clip on welfare they always shows some fat black woman, or some thug? Because it looks so damn good! It feeds the innate racism we all have, that’s why. Slugs like that simply can’t look like me, it has to look like them! We all do it! The fact is we are all in the same boat. There are more “crackers” on welfare than “niggas,” simply because there are more of us than there are of them, and while people like Bill Gates, and Warren Buffet do Sixty Minutes talking about giving half their money away (OMG they’re white!) the rest of us are burning cities, eating beans and hiding our men folk in the closet when the welfare lady comes around, and folks, that’s as simple as I can put it.

We have to fix this, but how? Well, if we cut off all the welfare tomorrow that won’t do it. You’ll just starve a bunch of kids. Obama will just take that money and give it to the “refugees.” Welfare people, all welfare people have been trained for generations to work the system. It’s a job! Democrats won’t fix it, Republicans won’t fix it, we have to. You want to see where Hilliary’s heart and mind are? She landed in Texas last week and six people showed up. She ignored them! If something doesn’t line Hillary and Bill’s pockets they don’t have any time for it. It’s as clear as that. And Obama? Nigga PLEASE! I’m not even gonna go there. When Iran was wearing out camels to blow us all up, and ISIS was cutting enough heads off to build a pile of skulls the size of the UT Tower, he went to Europe and came back with a weather report.

Two men are different, and they are diametrically opposed. Donald Trump and Bernie Sanders. If you vote for Hillary or Jeb Bush you will get exactly what you deserve. You might as well vote for Donald Duck. At least Trump and Sanders will go somewhat a different direction. I wouldn’t care if El Chapo was the president. We have to leave this bar. We don’t have to go home, but we can’t stay here! There won’t be enough time to fix everything in eight years, it took us one hundred and fifty one years to get here, but it’ll be a start. We have to all stand back, stop looking at each other, and look at the real problem. There is an Illuminati. It’s not hidden. Just open your eyes. Two hundred people in America control 1,3 TRILLION dollars, and friends and neighbors, if that’s not an Illuminati I’m not a white boy from Austin!

Simple Ol’ Boy From Austin

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The Tip of the Spear

This morning Texas stands at the tip of the spear. Unless you’re living under a big yellow rock, you have got to have noticed that police officers are being killed at an alarming rate. This is not coincidence. It doesn’t matter if that man in Harris County was with an organization or just a lone wolf, he killed Officer Goforth. Now leaders of the Nation of Islam, and Black Lives Matter are calling for mass executions of white people. That’s real people, just read the news. The attack on the police is an effort to disrupt social order, throw society into chaos, and attack all existing institutions, and it has absolutely nothing to do with civil rights.

The scale has been tipped to a crazy point. While whites could never dream of advocating the mass murder of blacks, the carpetbaggers from New York can go on the air and spill their filth with no fear of reprisal. And carpetbaggers are exactly what they are. After the war of northern aggression hoards of white, and black northerners ran down to Texas to buy or steal whatever they wanted. They think this is the same situation. Al Sharpton could give a rat’s ass about black rights, but he sure likes breakfast in that country club. It’s the same in Africa where children walk the streets with flies in their eyes while the leaders sip cocktails in limos. Black people and Muslims will follow the strong man. They have a tribal view of society and that’s how they survive. They look for simple solutions to complex problems, and when they can’t see a quick fix, they riot. We have to accept this. We are required to make the difference between good blacks and bad blacks, but the radicals in the black community group all of us into one pot. They do this because they are aware of the cultural differences between us and the willingness of a majority of blacks to “follow the leader” whomever that leader may be. They vote democratic over and over and get robbed blind, BUT, they get an Obamaphone.

How do we fix this? First off they are not as organized as they would like to appear. Riots are just that, riots. Stealing a TV set from a looted store is not mounting an action on a position. Next, their leaders are capitalistic cowards. They are in it for the money! They are NOT Dr. King. All this black shirt, sunglasses, and mean look is show. One bullet in the air and they scatter. The problem is we consistently believe we pay taxes, and have police for these things. Well, they are trying to disassemble that because if there is no law enforcement, or if it is hindered, they have the run of it. Not to bring down or change a government, but to kill, steal, and destroy.

We MUST have law enforcement’s back. There is no other option. All that stands between us and Uganda is a thin blue line, and right now that line is being killed while gassing up their cars. Forget everything you ever heard about rouge cops, we can address that later. If you see an officer in jeopardy get involved. If you see one putting gas in his car, hang around. Let him know you are there, and you are on his side. In Texas we have license to carry. If you have one, carry! If you don’t, you can still carry concealed in your car. Do it! Out police must know that as a society we stand with them.

Next, we must stop the New Black Panthers, and Black Lives Matter in their tracks by all means necessary. The people must know there is a cost for their actions, and their words. You don’t just call for 10,000 killers to eradicate all white people and expect Texans to just stand by and have a beer. When they get off the plane in their get up, and go strolling through the airport make it a bad hair day for them. They are NOT welcome in Texas.

The Texas militia is made up of many components. We need a central command. Sam Houston had the same problem. William Travis had the same problem at the Alamo with the command split between himself and Bowie. We need to march to the same drummer, and this will also lead to the eventual independence of Texas. The Americans have created this problem. Their cities will burn, ours will not if we play it right.

Good, responsible black Texans need to feel secure. We are not rioters. We are not looters. They are not the enemy, and the color if their skin does not make them a problem. Their is no room for racism in this event. And it is going to be an event. It is already happening. The man that killed Officer Goforth should have never left that parking lot alive. The good news is that Texas is vast. The Yankee insurrectionists think Texas is mainly urban, like the northeast. Texas ranges from the pines of east Texas to the deserts of west Texas. And the border? Just ask THEM how much black lives matter. They’re not nice people down there.

The main attack will be in Houston because that demographic more closely resembles New York or Chicago. Dallas and San Antonio will follow. Not El Paso! Not Lampasas, or San Saba, or Sweetwater. The militias in Houston must be particularly alert. Remember, tribal, follow the leader, blind riots. Houston is a tinderbox for this, and the mayor is a person who doesn’t even know what restroom to use, much less how to quell 10,000 confused people burning and smashing. And Jade Helm? Useless as the tits on a boar hog. We have to handle this.

Texas will survive this, but we have to move decisively. We have to let the capetbagging, opportunistic race baiters know that their actions will not be tolerated in Texas. Finally, when it’s all over we must clean up the remaining pools of ideology that started this in the first place. We must stop the genocide of Planned Parenthood, the perversion of marriage, and we must educate all people so that we never have to do this again. Their are black people who think Dr. King freed the slaves. It’s time to stop laughing and start teaching. This time can be a total disaster, or a shining Texas example of what the founding fathers meant when then said all men are crated equal. Let’s make them truly equal.

Guns Guns Everywhere, and not a Thug to Shoot

Our nation has entered a new cycle of violence. We’ve included things like “active shooter” (as opposed to the more relaxed type), “terrorist” and “alleged.” If you type in “active shooter” on YouTube you’ll be up all night. There are hosts of videos telling you how to survive some guy who decided to kill a bunch of strangers because he got a parking ticket last week. After each event the liberals want to ban all guns and the conservatives want Constitutional carry. Self defense is very prominent. Just today I saw a post by Glenn Beck expounding a system guaranteed to not only get you past an attack but to rain hell fire and damnation down upon the perpetrator. I watched some videos telling me how revolutionary this new system was, and of course the obligatory one where some petite blonde kicks a guy in the nuts. Right below that was the “secure” site where I could input my credit card. While I’m being begged to watch this amazing system that will save my life why is it on sale?

So, I’m going to give you Wilbur’s class on self defense. Shoot ’em in the head. If someone attacks you, or others, shoot them. If they survive, re-shoot them. Then check for a pulse, and call 911! Forget all the Martial Arts nonsense! That will get you killed. Wanna see what a common kitchen knife can do to a pork roast? Just hang one up from a cross beam and take a swing at it with that knife. That’s YOU being Bruce Lee! It’s almost better to be shot. That’s your lunch on the floor, and they don’t stab just once. Thirty or forty times.

An armed society is a polite society. Even the possibility of an armed society makes it polite. The anger and violence flowing out of the inner city mandates it. These thugs prey on what they perceive to be defenseless or weak. You have all seen it. Businessman waiting on a commuter train, thugs rush him, and they don’t just take his wallet, the beat him down in a racial rage, made about all,those food stamps his taxes paid for. Well fed thugs, too. Like Michael Brown. Gentle giant? I probably would have shot him from the car. When he hit the ground the air quality in Ferguson improved ten percent. One very cute .22 would have kept Bad, Bad, Michael Brown civilized in that store he robbed just before his unfortunate encounter with his destiny.

If Trump is elected you are going to see a huge reversal in this type of creature. For one thing they will be hungry. They won’t be worried so much about weed and cigars, they’ll be thinking about them grits. The flow of party favors into the ghetto will grind to a halt and after they feed on each other for a while they’ll start looking for work. Good people in those areas will breathe a sigh of relief, and the stores will be free to do business again. Al Sharpton will get old and Jesse Jackson will take an English Literacy class. And we will have GUNS to make sure the type of insanity we’ve endured for the last few years won’t come back. But, it doesn’t matter if he gets elected. The mindset of America is evolving. Time for a little even up. Black lives DO matter. Ben Carson, Allen West, and the Apostle Claver matter. People like Michael Brown don’t matter as much. Swat them bees, swat them bees.

At the bottom of it is the simple fact that Americans ARE fed up and do have a right to live in peace. To do that guns are required. Mothers for gun sense in America need to understand, THEY have guns, WE need guns. Even a good dog has a right to bite. The Michael Browns of the country need to understand the party is over. And it’s gonna be glorious!

Of The People

I’ve been Tweeting and Twerking for the past week, and there is one stumbling block that I am constantly wrestling with that I need to put down so this country can move forward, racism! Now, I’m gonna get down, so if you are a sensitive person I suggest you not read this article, and move on to less demanding things such as Sesame Street.

When Obama entered the White House Liberal America went into an orgasmic frenzy that hasn’t abated to this day. Hey, I’ll admit it, I thought it was pretty cool, too. I wasn’t concerned with any one man dominating the government, what with three branches, a constitution, and over two hundred years of history to back it all up. Then slowly the insinuations began to come. Oh, he had his moments. Remember that incident between those two guys and Obama invited them to the White House for a beer? I can’t even remember the names, but I do remember the president drank a Bud Light. But I also remember another day. “If I had a son, he’d look like Trayvon.” Let’s take that statement apart, because it’s important.

What Obama was saying was, “I’m different.” He didn’t say, “If I had a son he’d look like Justin Bieber.” He was saying, “I identify with Trayvon Martin solely because he’s black!” He was saying, “This is a BLACK thing!” (Them bees are swarming, there are more to come.) At that moment in time, President Barack Obama was publicly announcing there are “them,” and there are “us.” The country was too busy moving into two armed camps to even notice that in addition to that, a Latino, with black roots was designated an honorary white man. You see, the entire Trayvon Martin incident wouldn’t have cooked unless there was a white man involved so it was George’s time in the barrel. Now, I’m not going through that whole case, suffice to say, Zimmerman was a flake, Martin was a flake, and Obama took it, and gave us a bowl of corn flakes!

So now the race was ON! EVERYTHING boiled down to race. The Liberals grabbed that ball and ran for a touchdown with the crackers on the sideline, in a cast. The mainstream media picked up on it, and when facts or good sound journalism wouldn’t work, just play that trusty old race card, and Hollywood would rub itself suggestively. Race filtered into every single thing hitting the news no matter how frivolous the story. You couldn’t discuss a Yellow Bellied Sap Sucker without being called a racist. Two little girls couldn’t sell lemonade. And there were rules! If you admitted that someone was black . . . you were a racist. The rules became so refined that the very mention of color in a major crime became forbidden, unless, of course, the criminal was white, then it was Katy bar the door. And if you pointed out that this was not fair, then, you were a racist!

Then there was Ferguson. A hoodlum charged a police officer, got killed, and an entire town burned while Eric Holder danced the Watusi WITH Al Sharpton making sure the fires of separation did not die out. At this point the Liberals were foaming at the mouth. If a white person ordered black coffee at a diner then he was a racist. The nation had gone mad! Then, naturally, a white chick in Washington State turned black, and the transformation was complete.

When Donald Trump announced his candidacy he spoke for just over eight minutes. About a minute, to a minute and a half was directed at the problem of the border. To summarize his statement it is simple. If you cross an international border without the proper documentation you are breaking the law, i.e. you are, in effect, a criminal. You cannot refute this. If you break into someone’s home, you are a criminal. If you apply to enter ANY nation, and you have a felony record you will encounter obstacles. Ask Edward Snowden how long he lived in that airport before Putin finally let him in, and even then jt was with stipulations. One standard of international law is “keep your bad boys to yourself!” Mr. Trump pointed out that doctors and lawyers were NOT swimming the Rio Grande, REJECTS were! The Liberal left could not counter this, so they just screamed, “RACIST!” No matter how many facts substantiated his words, no matter how many women died on the pier in San Francisco, by golly Donald Trump was a white guy so therefore he simply MUST be a racist!

Then, they stood back in snake amazement as he zoomed to number two, and then number one in the polls, even trying to say there was something fundamentally wrong with the Republican Party, indeed AMERICA because of the surge of popularity of such a depraved man. No, America is just tired of the lie! America is tired of white is black, men are women, there are no borders, and sideways is straight ahead. The Liberal left has constructed a glass house so fragile that one statement from one man brought it all down. Think about that. Everything Obama has done in the last six years is now on the table because of a few choice words from New York Real Estate broker. That’s profound. That’s BIBLICAL! Donald Trump overturned the tables of the money changers.

So, what is racism? Racism is when you base your opinion about strangers you never met on unsubstantiated facts that have absolutely nothing to do with that person at all! And racists come in all colors. Take what Mr. Trump said. What if Obama had said it? Oh, well, it wouldn’t be racist then, because, well, you must understand, the president is black, so he gets a pass. In fact, if the president had said we need to secure our border for the good of all Americans, flags would have waved, wine would have flowed, and there would have been a tear in every liberal eye, but Trump said it, and he’s white, therefore defending American sovereignty is forever a racist stance. Mexicans are now Gringos. Shucks, worked on George Zimmerman, didn’t it? I’m just a simple old boy from Austin, but I’m having a real problem getting my mind around THAT one!

What is NOT racism? Admitting that America IS a great melting pot, that we ARE from different backgrounds, all striving toward a common goal, is NOT racism! I have a little racism in me. I like Donald Trump. I like his ideas, yet I have some reservations because he is a Yankee. You gotta watch them Yankees because they talk fast and steal all your money. See how stupid that is? About as stupid as opening the bridge at Laredo because some bunch of liberals wave a Rainbow Flag around.

The Liberal model of society has failed miserably. It has killed millions of babies, perverted our children and endangered the security of the nation itself. Middle America has been too busy working to pay for this dog and pony show to stand up, but Donald Trump put his cards on the table. You can defeat a man, but you cannot defeat an idea. It matters little if he wins. What matters is now the people have found a voice. The people are looking around and thinking, “There are others just like me!” As the political pendulum swings back to the right it will be terrible. People are going to die. As America rises in righteous anger many who have bought into the deceptive model put forth by the race baiters will pay the price, but when it’s all over the nation will be strong again. Then that Confederate flag WILL come down, because that era will have truly passed and the government of the people, by the people, and for the people shall not perish from the earth. You may swat them bees now.

The Shell Game

Ok, students, school’s in. I’m going to delve into economics, politics, and geography today, and I’ll try not to use too many four syllable words. Ask yourself, what made the idea of “America” work? Let’s go back to square one, shall we? Way back in 1781 we’d run off the British, we’re hammering out some sort of government, and basically life was good. The average citizen could hang around New York, and make shoes or take off into the “wilderness” and trap beaver, whatever they wished. The government was in charge of making coins so we could go to the store without bringing along two or three chickens to trade, though some people still did that. The Bill of Rights came into existence a bit later, and they meant pretty much what they said. You could come and go, buy and sell, be drunk or sober, ever how you chose. Rich folks built businesses and common folks would work those businesses hoping to someday become rich folks. There was a president and congress, but they didn’t generally bother most people because they were limited. New York Harbor was choked with people who wanted to work this new system, and were sick and tired of the old ways that put them in the grave about twenty paces from where they were born. God, it was great!

The colonies were designated states. Now, let’s look at the concept of “state.” The colonies were formed by enterprising folks who convinced the crown that they could organize a geographic area such as to exploit the resources of said area and send gold, beavers and cigars BACK to the old country. It’s as simple as that! The crown didn’t give two flips about the environment, the natives, or the relocated colonists so long as the ships kept running and the coffee never ran out! The colonists could care less about the crown so long as their throne remained “over there” and they were allowed to expand, and exploit to their heart’s content. Cotton practically grew wild in the south. Mix in a few slaves and voila! Burlington Coat Factory! Everything turned to gold in America!

Now England didn’t LIKE the breaking away of her prize possessions, but she DIDN’T stop buying T-Shirts. The cotton grew in the STATE of Georgia, and was sold in the STATE of New York. The residents in the respective locales were bound only by common language, and if you’ve ever been raised in Texas, been to dinner on Long Island you quickly realize we don’t REALLY speak the same language, we speak AT it. So westward expansion began. People would filter west, plant a little corn and BAM! Ohio! The president would throw a little chump change on the table and you get LOUISIANA! Theyd survey the land and draw up “states” which were NOT colonies, where the inhabitants thereof generally were of the same breed, with a common interest. William Penn was as dead as fried chicken, these were STATES by golly! The goal was to get hooked up to something called the UNITED States. A collection of geographically different entities tied together by a common cause, i.e. the “idea” of America.

A plantation owner would grow cotton and ship it to New York. He’d get some gold coins for his cotton, whereupon he’d run down and buy more seed and grow more cotton. The cotton would sail for London and those people we didn’t like before would give us some of THEIR gold, that would come right back to the Jewish bankers in New York, who’d be looking forward to the next cotton crop coming up from the south, and the whole process would begin all over again. That WORKED! Know what happens when something works? Well everybody wants a T-Shirt, that’s what. Especially the government that doesn’t manufacture anything. What started out as ten little rules on how to go about your day without stepping on too many toes began to expand. Now there are many reasons for this.

First off you got all these folks up in Washington, all dressed up with nowhere to go. They’ve already GOT the Bill of Rights, already GOT the constitution, but you can’t make any money off that! The constitution was a hit. What happens when you get a hit? Well, eventually you have to do what we call a “sequel!” And them fellers up in Washington were real GOOD at sequels. As westward expansion raced across the plains and into the mountains, they were writing additions to the constitution so fast that a man had to come along and invent the typewriter! Eventually the words became more important than the people the words were addressed to. Then, along came Lincoln. Now Abraham was a crafty fella. He took the word “United” and changed it to “Union.” Now he had to kill around six hundred and fifty THOUSAND people to make this happen, but who’s counting, right? He beat the devil out of the cotton patch, freed the slaves and ENslaved everybody else. Now watch this shell game.

To coin a phrase the south was screwed. The north still needed the cotton, only they didn’t want to PAY for it. One part of the shell game is a thing called “misdirection.” Look here, don’t look there, and while you are so distracted the bean ends up under a different shell. The south had big problems. The cotton was going out, but no gold was coming back! It was kept up in New York or some place. Slowly, but surely the south began to put two and two together and came up with FiVE! It wasn’t them Yankee bankers who were the problem. Couldn’t possibly be those politicians up in Washington. Had to be all them former slaves! So, as the south crawled out from under that rock that Lincoln had so artfully put it under they began to see what they thought was the REAL problem . . . them nasty ol’ blacks! Bean just got moved!

The reconstruction scam ran until about the 1890’s. By then the industrial revolution was in full swing and the Yankee bankers were too busy stealing THAT money to worry about that fella called Jim Crow who was alive and well in the remnants of the Confederacy. Grind in a couple of world wars and by the time the dust settled long about 1954 those guys up in Washington had a new plan. Now, by this time the “states” really no longer existed. No matter what a state said, when Washington said, “Jump” the states could only ask, “How high?” Quit laughing New York, you were hopping, too! Meanwhile the PEOPLE were being mentally sorted into selected camps. It was all very handy. You see, people come in different colors, I don’t know if y’all noticed that or not. So, you put all the blacks you can on one side of town, add a little crack, and whisper to the whites that THEY are the problem, but don’t whisper too loud because on the other side of your mouth you’re telling the blacks that the only reason they aren’t living on Park Avenue is them Crackers over there who keep them out! Repeat that for two generations and see how it works out for you! Tell an entire people that they are too stupid to succeed without affirmative action. Make it easy NOT to work and still get to eat. Then, turn around, jab the whites in the ribs and say, “Lookee there!” Uh, please note the gold is STILL in New York. THAT bean never moves! More about that later.

Wanna see the proof? Ferguson, Baltimore, McKinney, Trayvon, Michael, and Gray! Oh, the police are a problem too. New race . . . BLUE people! Middle America is understandably perplexed. Your black neighbor is just as confused reading the headlines while going to his job at the bank as YOU are, but he doesn’t have TIME to really worry about it because SOMEBODY has to fund this dog and pony show called the UNION, that bastard child of banking interests and their girlfriend the GOVERNMENT! Look here, don’t look there! The Feds aren’t the problem, the STATES are. Christians all belong to the Westboro Baptist Church, and every Mexican ever born is a member of a drug cartel! You see, they HAVE to do this because if we all took a breath, stepped back, and smelled the coffee, then we’d see where the real problem is. Fact: you can’t just decide to hunt beaver anymore. Shucks, you can’t even drink rain water. They’ve licensed GOD! They control information, too. Twenty-five gunships deployed to the border to stop Mexican helicopters shooting at our border patrol, lead story that day, some idiot in Washington State THINKS she’s black! That story DOMINATED the news for three days! I even fell for it!

America IS at the breaking point, but not in a bad way. Forget states. They died out a long time ago. You cant just draw a line and say, “Now y’all live here and they live there.”Think REGIONS! You think the Republic of Texas is that surveyed track of land you see today? Au Contraire! ” Think everything extending from there, west to California, north to include Colorado, Utah, Wyoming, and yes, south to about Mexico City. The NATION of Reconquista! From there you can quickly identify other regions, bound by common climate, resources and language all around the country who are perfectly capable of running their own business, entering into enterprise with other regions and absolutely NO interest in the war machine currently embedded on the Potomac.

Washington drew lines of demarcation in America much the same as it was done in the Middle East, with no regard for culture, history, religion, or the people themselves, and it JUST DON’T WORK! You will see the day when the people of these regions will reach for the table, pick up ALL the shells and discover there were never any beans there anyway. They were stolen long ago. Oh, there’s the bell! See you tomorrow.

Da Boyz in da Hood

Today I’m going to introduce you to the world of media manipulation. Take a breath, a sip of coffee, and think, “McKinney.” Ok, what you saw; innocent pool party in affluent neighborhood, children frolicking in the pool when police showed up, and assaulted poor black children, particularly one vexing young lass in a yellow bikini showing stark contrast to her fetching ebony butt, writhing on the grass, crying for her mother. I’ll admit it, I wiped a tear out my eye myself, right up until I saw all the marks of a set up!

Enter Marvin Bacari. No one even thought “racism” until Marvin and his little girl took to the airwaves in righteous indignation, artfully played that time proven Joker we’ve all come to know as the Race Card! As soon as the story aired the national organization, “Black Lives Matter” booked a flight, Mr. Bacari started a fund raising effort (Can’t have a riot without proper funding) and before the ink was even dry on the police report the BGI (Black Grievance Industry) was in full swing pimping the deal! God Bless AMERICA!

The pool party was NOT just a pool party, but a business model set up by one Tatyana Rhodes and her mother, LaShana Rhodes to milk a buck out of a series of such parties, complete with a sales staff working for something called Twinzzpromotions, pumping something known as “Dime Piece Cookouts” which included not one, not two, but THREE victims of racial injustice just a smiling and a waiting for someone to yell, “ACTION!” The star of the show was pretty Miss Dejerria Becton, 15, better known as “Bikini Girl,” who is, you’ll never guess, the NIECE of Marvin Bakari! Then, of course, there was Grace Stone (14) and Jahda Bakari (13) all suited up and ready to go. Weeeee’re OFF to see the wizard, the wonderful wizard of cash!

Mr. Bakari had hoped to fill his coffers with about $6,000, but after his plan became more or less transparent, he shut down the fundraiser ending up with only about $90. Unfortunately this was not enough to lure the venerable Al Sharpton, but it did lure a troop of New Black Panthers, but they were probably Texas boys and $90 looked pretty good. The three little girls that Bakari was so artfully pimping had “no idea” that boys would try to get into the pool, gosh no! And it was most surprising when two of them approached a police officer from his blind side and lo and behold, one of them got arrested! (Probably because he was black )One Mr. Adrian Mosley, with a rap sheet as long as his arm was hooked up, and taken downtown. These were not “boys” they were men and an active part of something called, “Make It Clap” parties, headed up by the Rhodes, and parlayed by the “Dime Piece Girls!” Clap . . .Dime Piece . . .I digress. Oh, for your edification, Adrian, his brother Mylin and their buddies, Cam, Miles, and Devin run something called a “crew” and I’ll just let you look,that up. Uh, none of these fellows live at Craig’s Ranch, they live over in the projects. Jus Sayin!

So, Tatyana Rhodes is wearing out her iPhone looking for more “Dime Piece Girls” to fill her “Clap Parties” The promotional material for these parties would make Trayvon Martin proud. Now I’m not going to verbalize the wording or implications of these promotions, but let’s just say, jus sayin! So, we get this thing rolling, boyz in the hood come over the fence, cops get called, little Miss Yellow Bikini humps for the camera AFTER taunting a police officer into corralling her, some fat white kid pulls out his cell phone, and a partridge in-a pear tree!

Contrived, choreographed, roll, cut, print! Officer lost his job, Rhodes made some money, and da boyz wuz back in da hood waiting for the next “Clap Party!” Now folks, this is what it really is! There is an emerging industry capitalizing on a CASINO full of race cards, and there are more than enough poorly educated black kids to FILL those casinos, the pockets of the promoters, and the streets of whichever city they choose to burn down NEXT! What amazed me was the police chief not figuring this out. A cop DID need to be fired . . . HIM!

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Mexicans Shoot Back

When you have a major catastrophic event it takes days, sometimes years to sort out the facts. So it will be with Waco. Sherlock Holmes said that when you take away the impossible, that which remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth. Just like an onion. Let’s start peeling, shall we?

While there were rumored to have been up to five clubs at Twin Peaks that day, there were two clubs that were significant. Oh, and by the way, I refer to the bikers as “clubs,” not “gangs!” You see, that’s how people, or groups become demonized. You throw in a word here and there, and those words create what we call, “mental images,” unless, of course you’re black, and you’re burning down places like Ferguson, or Baltimore, then there are laws protecting you because if Obama had any sons, they’d look like them, but I digress.

Now where was I? Oh yes, two clubs. We have the Bandidos, and a cuddly little band of merry men known as the Cossacks. The Bandidos have been around since Jesus was a corporal. The Cossacks were relative new comers to the Texas scene. Now these guys have rules. They abide by these rules. Kinda like a constitution, and they follow it which puts them head and shoulders above Obama right there. They have territories, and interests attached to those territories. Mostly, it boils down to this is THEIR state. They don’t like people rolling in from places like California, and acting like they belong here, and unlike some folks, they’ll stand up and defend that. There are rules of etiquette. You see, there’s this thing called a “rocker” that sits below the club emblem on the jacket. That “rocker” signifies the club’s place or origin. The rule is very plain. If you’re from California, don’t put Texas on that Jacket! You think this is silly? Consider this; most Bikers are vets. Patches, medals, and ribbons MEAN things. Men fought and died for those things, and they aren’t to be taken lightly. This is opposed to letting a bunch of Muslims have prayer day on the state Capitol while we all sit there and wring our pearly white hands, wishing they’d just go away.

Honor, loyalty, and respect are important to these men. So, here come the Cossacks rolling into Texas, putting a Texas rocker on their jackets, and flipping the bird at the Bandidos. They really did that, folks. I’ve seen the pictures. Now they didn’t all immediately meet down on Main Street and start exchanging blows. Realizing the volatile nature of the situation they had meetings at places like Twin Peaks to try to find a middle ground. This is where it gets crazy. Let’s start peeling that onion.

Let’s get all the players in place. You have at least two rival clubs, and the cops, and brothers and sisters we HAD some cops there, serving and protecting. Regular cops, state cops, SWAT cops, and most likely a few Feds, who can’t seem to find any problems down on the border where the REAL “gangs” are, but they sure found Waco. Now, I’m gonna tell you from the get go, I don’t like Waco, and I don’t like Feds! I’ve been all over Texas and I can count the times I stopped in Waco on one hand. I think the FBI, CIA, and NSA are a complete waste of money we could just buy beer with, and do more good, but that’s just me. (Now watch the NSA assign a team to study that last statement trying to figure out what I really meant. See what I mean?)

So, hail, hail, the gang’s all here. Twin Peaks full of Bikers, and cops behind every bush, and on every roof. Oh yeah, they had snipers out that day serving, and protecting us. Pour a little beer on the fire and voila! You get a fist fight. Most amazing thing I ever saw, bikers drinking beer, and fighting in a bar. Never saw THAT coming. Well, as luck would have it, they spilled out into the parking lot. Now, consider this. All these seasoned Bikers, KNOWING the cops are there, suddenly decide to start shooting. If you believe that, well, have I got a bridge for you. Actually, I do! There’s this old bridge right there in Waco that looks like a miniature version of the Golden Gate. Ok, peel that onion. How many Bikers were shot, and how many COPS were shot? Do the math, connect the dots.

Before it was all over there were lots of bodies, and I think 172 arrests, all for “organized crime” and not ONE cell phone video to be had. DUDE! Even ISIS has cell phones. Of course, there was some gum shoe saying it was the most violent crime scene he’d seen in all his thirty-four years “serving and protecting” us. Guess he had the day off when Janet Reno decided to torch that church, huh? They sealed off the entire area so they could sanitize it, and the picture we DO have is all these mad dog bikers sitting docile on a bench, arrested. Now THAT’S a BLOOMING onion.

Of course the spin got to going, with the “authorities” claiming the bikers were putting a hit on all law enforcement . . . NO cops were shot that day. Don’t you think if the bikers were so vicious toward cops at least ONE of them would have thrown a beer mug, or SOMETHING? We’ve all seen this before. David Koresh led a band of crazy fanatics bent on overthrowing the government, and marrying little girls. Not ONE conviction in federal court. The bikers came out of Twin Peaks, guns a blazing . . . Not ONE cop got hurt, nor people in ANY of the surrounding shops. Swat them bees.

What gets me is if the government can amass such a force against AMERICANS what’s the problem with the border? Just string them snipers along that fence and little girls will be able to play jacks in the Texas sand. Oh, my bad . . . Mexicans shoot BACK!

More Nigga than SAND Nigga!

Our militias are a good start, but we have work to do. Now bear in mind I know squat about military, but I think it has something to do with guns and guys. If you have more guns and guys than the other guys, you win. Well, right now the other side has more guns and guys than us. Do the math. There are militias popping up all over Texas, but they are about as organized as a biker bar. I take that back, bikers are usually in an organized gang and therein lies the problem.

Consider this; if the Crips and the Bloods were to suddenly join the Texas militia, do you really think the Feds would have showed their butts down in Bryan? I mean, it’s all very cool to crash into the VFW and harass a bunch of old men, steal all their stuff, and not even produce a viable search warrant, but what if there had been twenty or thirty New Black Panthers there for security, all lined up with AR-15s and ATTITUDE? They might have rethought that raid . . . You think?

We, in Texas have GOT to pull our heads out of Mr. Butt, and see this for what it really is. Except for the Muslims this is THEIR fight, too. You think we white folk are getting screwed over by the plutocracy? Minorities have been taking a licking for years! That’s why they’re O R G A N I Z E D! Now this is a two fold attack plan. We have to get politically organized. The Tea Party gets people elected. I hate to say this, but the American ideal still works. It’s just that Obama, and the others who feed at his trough have become so used to ignoring that ideal that has put us where we are today. That, and it behooves them to keep this race war cranked up. So long as we are squabbling about Michael Brown we never notice the puppet masters pulling all the strings. Take for instance Eric Holder flying in to Ferguson. He didn’t give a flip about Michael Brown. If Michael Brown had walked down the center of the road in Holder’s neighborhood the SECRET SERVICE would have capped him, and if you don’t believe that, have I got a bridge for YOU! And Hillary? When the four were killed at our embassy she didn’t even remove her sleep mask off to take the call. THERE’S your problem, people. Heck . . . Put those thirty New Black Panthers in that embassy, and we’d have been short a LOT of virgins THAT day!

Two fold solution. Political power, and the men to back it up. Look at the riots. Those people were fighting with rocks, people, and it doesn’t matter if they were right, or wrong, the police didn’t fire one shot, and it wasn’t because they’d all found Sweet Jesus, it was because they knew there was a butt stomping waiting over there. History people, HISTORY! It worked in the French revolution, it worked in Russia in 1917 and it’ll work NOW! But, we have to get on board. Fight the real enemy, not each other. In America we can still use the polls. Sure, they’re rigged. Out RIG them! Flood the candidates with so many of OUR people that they “Royalty” can’t beat them all, and then have the muscle to back UP the 1st, 2nd, and 4th amendments.

It’s not going to be easy. Those in power have a good game going, but there are more of US than there are of THEM. We need to take this country back. We can go back to hating each other later. You Crips and Bloods out there . . . You think you hate the Crackers? Google ISIS! Get THAT in the ol’ Hood! Let Sharia Law take hold. When you see your grandmother get shot in the head for walking to the store alone . . . You’ll know what to do. We may have our differences, but you’re still more “nigga” than SAND “Nigga!” Stand up with us and let’s take this country BACK? Remember, Crispus Attucks was the first man killed at the Boston Massacre!

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How I Really Think

I was being facetious when I said I got my feelings hurt yesterday. You’d have to get up pretty early in the morning to hurt my feelings. I’ve been married five times, been run off so many times that I thought PMS meant “pack my stuff.” What happened was I took off after Al Sharpton yesterday. Now, I’m going to go on record. I think Al Sharpton is a shallow minded, race baiting, lying pimp! He scans the headlines for anything he can inject himself into for a tidy sum, and he hasn’t done one thing to improve the human condition, white or black. Anyway, there were two people who took exception to my article, and that’s fine. Now, they didn’t READ the article, or at least didn’t read it with any comprehension. They leaped, like savage rabbits, and played that rusty old race card! THAT always irritates me. For somebody to read something that I’ve written, completely ignore the foundation, and come back with, “Oh, you just saying that ’cause he’s black!” Nigga please! (Is that racist enough for you, honey?)

So I checked out my two opponents. Frankly, today I don’t even remember their names, but the guy actually went to the University of Texas. Now, I’m an old Texas hard liner so that set me back a bit. Kid went to UT so he HAD to have learned SOMETHING! Then I went and checked out the girl. Cute! That goes a long way with me. (Hmmmmm. I might not be a racist but I AM a Chauvinist!) Anyway she made statements that my article wasn’t even an article for various reasons, and mentioned that I had horse whipped the Muslims a week ago also. She harangued my style, my content, and said that I was arrogant. Now, I’m fixing to get real blunt here, reader’s discretion advised! FYI, my own brother made fun of the title of my last book and I haven’t spoke to him for two years.

I write dozens of articles every day. I’ve written four books, three thousand songs, been in Country music for over forty years, and I’m not about to take criticism from some hula girl with a Facebook account! My writing style is actually contrived. I didn’t just stumble upon it one day in the shower. I use a theory I refer to as “circles.” The human mind reaches for completion. THAT’S why a song will get stuck in your head. Because you mind missed something and struggles to complete it. Fifty cents worth of psychiatric input there. That’s also what makes a song work. Verse, verse, chorus, lead riff, verse, chorus and out. Perfect circle! If you study most of my articles you’ll see that pattern almost every time.

There are two more elements. Humor, and simplicity. There are seven things that will construct humor in the brain. My humor is by comparison. Take a situation, paint mental images, easy to remember, with little Texas catch phrases like, “save your fork,” and “swat them bees,” to cement the prose of the article in the readers mind, compare the two and voila! You have humor. I don’t write ANYTHING by accident! Every line, every word is placed exactly where I intended it to be. I don’t use repetitive “ands” but I do throw in slang, and words like “gonna, ain’t,” and even a sloppy double negative here and there, and I do it for a reason. SIMPLICITY! When I address a complex situation I step back, look at it, and ask myself, “Now what is this guy REALLY saying?” Just like my opinion of Al Sharpton. For everything he’s ever said, or written, it all boils down to, “Give me de money!”

You can never predict my position on any matter, because I don’t know my position on any matter until I write it. I didn’t not agree with George Zimmermans shooting of Trayvon Martin, but frankly, I’d have shot Michael Brown from the car! My logic was simple. For all the MMA crap, Martin could NOT knock Zimmerman out. I, myself, been attacked by not one but THREE black thugs in my own driveway, and I didn’t kill anybody, and it’s not because I have the light of sweet Jesus in my eyes. It’s because when you stick a gun in someone’s mouth they go from thug to PHD in two seconds flat! And, oh yeah, I only did that cause they was black! For the record they embarked on a huge conspiracy to steal my cigarettes!

Now let’s jump on the religion thing. Yeah, I’m gonna go there, deal with it. I think most religion is silly. Not God, RELIGION! I was a devout Catholic, and before that I was a devout Baptist. Now I’m just a devout ME! I admire people like my friend Doc Greene who can live their faith and not hurt anyone, but when I see Muslims, the Westboro Baptist Church, and sidewalk, soapbox preachers looking forward to the end of the world like Al Sharpton, you damn well better know that I’m gonna express an opinion! If you want to pray five times a day and never eat a ham sandwich, I’m cool with that, but when you blow an old lady’s head off in the street because of the crazy ramblings of some guy who died sixteen hundred years ago we gotta talk! I SAW David Koresh, and NOT on CNN.

As far as acceptance of my writings? Well, I’m sitting here having a very dry martini, a Roosevelt Peter, smoking a Nicaraguan cigar on the porch of one of my three houses. So, to address that young lady from yesterday with a mouth full of opinions, yeah honey, I’m a bit arrogant. Matter of fact I’d like to run a few martins through you and see what pops out the other end. When you get past sixty or so you become pretty much settled in your opinions. You tend to view the world with a pretty jaundiced eye, but mainly you see things and people for what they really are.

I pulled out of Glozens yesterday because I knew that anyone small minded enough to address my articles in such a fashion would probably run to Facebook like a little child and I’d go to Facebook jail (again.) I’ve got books to sell. Martinis and cigars cost MONEY, and I don’t have the gig the REVEREND Al Sharpton has. I have to budget.