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.

Sovereignty

IMG_3577Brexit delivered the Illuminati  a hit last night. The people of Britain voted to be, well, British! While there are many causes, and layers to this event, it basically boils down to one thing, sovereignty! Funny thing, sovereignty. People wanting to run their own business, on their own terms, for their own interests. People tend to think that they may know what’s going on in their back yard better than, say, some group two thousand miles away that doesn’t even speak the same language. Kinda like Texans trying to make sense out of some guy in New York.

While the news today centered on the market there was another burr under the British saddle. Immigration. You have to look hard, which I did, but there was a rule in this European Union thing that said members had to, well,  relax the standards by which “immigrants” could enter the country. See where this is going folks? Yep. Sharia law in the middle of London. As the poor disenfranchised masses streamed out of the “cradle of civilization”  British sovereignty was flushed into the Thames.

The British finally stood up. They’re more American than we are. This makes perfect sense because the founding fathers were basically British citizens, and  did the same thing in 1776. Sixty years later Texas explained that concept to Santa Anna. Sovereignty is like that. Last night’s vote was a shot heard round the world. Now this doesn’t mean that the EU is dissolved. It’ll take some time for this divorce to be final,, and when you’re divorcing a whore it’s always complicated. There is a pre-nup covering thousands of pages. But, Britain stood up. The people spoke. One thing I really liked was David Cameron coming out on the steps and quitting his job. If only we could get that idea across to the White House. If you are making decisions that almost no one agrees with it might be time to pack it in.

We don’t have that kind of common sense on this side of the pond. While the FBI is trying to get senate approval for warrantless searches because they think the country if filled with “Lone Wolf” terrorists, the Obama administration is wearing out horses to let thousands of “refugees” into the nation. I’m just a Simple Ol’ Boy From Austin, but did I miss something here? FBI be like the solution to a bunch of lawless vagabonds coming here to destroy our rule of law is to tear up that rule of law. I think the word we’re looking for is, “Duh!”

The market will fall, the market will rise, and it makes you wonder just who was holding up this European Union. The Pound fell, but the British are willing to endure that if that’s what it takes to regain sovereignty. When a lady can walk downtown in Levis without getting her head bashed in by Ali Baba they’ll pay a few more shillings for a pint. Banksters around the world are in a tizzy. You’d think that a group of people, charged with the understanding of global economy would have more on the ball than Bonnie and Clyde.

The British are regaining sovereignty. It will be interesting to see. This last time Europe had an argument like this Hitler installed his version of the European Union. We’ll get to see how the “have nots” in the EU fare without the safety net of the Pound. God help them if the Germans bolt. Think of this. What do you think would happen if Texas were to suddenly become sovereign and take all its gold, oil, tech and Porterhouse steaks back to Austin? Yeah, sovereignty is a beautiful thing.

The Way of the Gun

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The way of the gun is as American as mom’s apple pie. I read with interest the article by Bill the Butcher which compares the shootings in Orlando with the tower shootings in Texas circa 1966. It provoked thought in me for three reasons; one, all of you that read Bill’s writing know him to be a man of reason. His is the way of thought, and one may only emerge victorious from such matches as are found in contests of logic if they possess the preeminent superiority of reason. But a very few of us remember darker times in the Simple Ol’ Boy’s past. A past ruled by the way of the gun.

 

In those days the way of the gun was eschewed by most, but some contests were not to be won if one was not knowledgeable of that particular dark way. In reading Bills piece, I thought to detect an echo from that time. Secondly, and of greater importance to his readers, Bill made it clear that by his lights, Muslim people are prone to either forcing their ideology, or way of life if you will, on others at the point of a gun, or are instead guilty of indifference to the victims of those who do so. Lastly, by a quirk of fate, mybrother and I were both there at the hour of the shooting at the University of Texas, both of us missing a more fateful appointment by bare minutes. I would like to submit a humbler thought on the comparison made by The Butcher by the addition of two other famous Texas shooters.

 

The drawing of the three: roughly three years prior to Whitman’s rampage on an infamous day in November 1963 Lee Harvey Oswald fired shots from an upper floor window in the Dallas Book Depository killing one man, our president, beloved of many in this nation, and wounding Governor John Connally, feared by many of the same. His state of mind? Cold, calculating, a true shooter’s state of mind. Twenty-five years after the tower shootings a certifiably mental patient drove his car into the Luby’s Cafeteria in Killeen, Texas, and upon exiting his vehicle shot and killed 23 people. The shooter, George Hennard’s state of mind? Chaotic, fragmented, a shooter who only got his kill count by killing unarmed, helpless sheep (apologies to those who count among the lost one who was dear). In each case, it bears pointing out that the victims were unarmed, and helpless due to an unannounced attack. Kills such as these lack honor, and therein do I find the ONLY similarity. In Oswald’s case the shooter was an assassin, trained for his mission, and part of a larger plan, Oswald was doing a job. I know it, and I know Bill knows. In Whitman’s case, he was a combat seasoned veteran, but one with an awful thing growing in his head; it cannot be said that he knew what he was doing, but  Hennard did! I knew his therapist, and believe me, those who knew him best were worried about his fascination withguns, and his erratic behavior

 

If anyone was responsible for the shooting in Orlando, or Connecticut, or Columbine or, take your pick, it’s the police. Ever since the war on drugs our nation’s police use a template for prevention that resembles the optimism of that person ahead of you in line at the convenience store buying lottery tickets. They’ll continue to explain the logic of it well after you have lost interest. Am I bashing the cops? Well…yeah. I mean just look at the solution most of them have for mass shootings: disarm everybody. Huh? Now, I have walked the way of the gun since before I could vote. I stay hard, and I stay ready. I know that Bills reason is superior to mine, but I also know he keeps a Smith near to hand. I don’t believe the answer is the expulsion of Muslim people, nor the barring of their way to citizenship. I think rather that we should vette them more thoroughly, and watch them more closely. And, I think we should all keep our guns close, just in case.

Denial

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Denial. We’d rather make jokes about it, but in our most sober of moments, the ones we try to have when we are alone, without mirrors to our feelings of hopelessness or terror, in these moments we understand with deadly clarity the power to destroy, as well as heal belongs most to denial, for denial is an enemy that we invite behind our carefully maintained walls. Denial is our frenemy. Here in America our government has been selling our great nation to the highest bidder. I’ll get to the how in a minute. Shoot, we have plenty of time to armchair quarterback this one; but before I do, let’s at least agree that we all knew about this. I cannot imagine anyone doesn’t agree with me that since President Carter spent his last day in the White House, the richest people in the world have been allowed to join forces to become a force that has become a law unto itself, and that that thing has relentlessly, and without a shred of mercy thrown itself upon America, and savaged our people, our land, our lives. If we don’t agree on that, well, then nothing I say to you is going to change your mind. But, c’mon, let down your denial. Deep down, maybe not so deep, you know I’m right.

 

Glass Steagall, union busting, the FCC act of 1996, antitrust law restructuring, executive order powers, ALL foreign trade agreements. Let’s just look at the first of these scourges, and the last (we don’t have THAT much time). Glass Steagall was a law that simply put, forbade banks from becoming directly involved in trading stocks and futures. Either you understand that one or you don’t. Hillary voted to remove Glass Steagall, an act passed in the wake of the failure of 5000 banks during the depression that worked right up until the time it was removed by a majority of nearly the entire congress and senate (senator Bernie Sanders being nearly a lone crusader filibustering for nearly 30 hours alone against removal). It’s gone now pardners! And promptly all the banks failed! WHO KNEW!!! Yeah. Now, what’s damned important to know about this, is that you signed yourself, and ALL of your family, present day into the unknown future to a damned bank note, yes a loan agreement, to PAY for that bit of daylight robbery. People try to make this complicated, but many the prosecutor has come forward to offer prosecution for this rank con game, but many are those who have taken a bit of that tainted money who shout ringingly “That’s NOT on the table!”.

 

Now trade agreements. I’ll make this real simple, why would you, or I, or Joe the rag man go to the poorest part of town, to people with the least resources, and a history of burgling your business, looking for a partner!!!???? What’s that all about? What got into us that was those men and women of our very own government deciding to sell us into slavery, yes I said it slavery. What else will it be when those who will never know you call the shots for America with the alternative being foreclosure? You know and fear foreclosure. We all do. The lights go off, accompanied by the water, gas, and Internet. The ATM card doesn’t work, and a tow truck shows up to repossess your car. Your card has been declined. And here folks, capricious, fickle denial will skip off happily with all your stuff leaving you with…well, nothing.

 

What I fear most is that we will never have the courage to look at lives that have been foreclosed upon. I fear we are so weak that we will endorse our children’s slavery as the 18th and 19th Welsh and Scottish coal miners did; offering them up to our lords, and lairds, cringing, begging not to have our dignifying fig leaf of denial stripped away. Y’all come on back, in a very short time we’re going to talk Tea Party!

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”

TransGender

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The whole TransGender thing has taken a decided route, and it’s wrong! Everyone is screaming about hairy-legged men parading into a girl’s restroom, and diddling the little girls, and while that’s a real possibility, it’s not the real oxymoron that presents itself to the inquiring mind. Obama has attached education funding to this latest assault on common sense. To make school restrooms more user friendly it has been decreed that if said child “feels like a girl” then they are a girl, and may act accordingly. If you like your penis, you can keep your penis. Ok let’s talk law.

Age of consent. Age of consent is a reasoning that says until a person reaches a certain age they are not fully equipped to make certain choices. Things like, smoking, drinking, joining the army, getting a tattoo, voting, and, of course, sex. However, if said child decides to change gender, no problem! Hormone therapy, weird bathrooms, and a president saying, “If I had a son, he’d look like him. . . or her. . . or whatever. While no doctor in his right mind would ever do a sex change on anyone below the age of eighteen, therapy is within the bounds.

Now, let’s talk about percentages. Just how many TransGender kids would you suppose there are in a given school? Well, it’s well below one percent. Now let’s talk money. Please reference this article and note that the free clinic does not give hormone therapy. Poor kids don’t go TransGender. Rich kids go TransGender! All weird, out of place, unusual crap usually comes from people living off of daddy’s money.

Now, let’s talk money. We gots a problem in the skool! Yeah. We really do. Bullying, mass shootings, pedophile teachers, and a system that teaches nothing, nada! And they rely on federal funding. Sooooo, you threaten to take that funding away if you don’t have a cross-dressing station in the rest room and the school conforms. Then Suzie Sweetcheeks tells Bubba (Her football star boyfriend) that TransGender Tony looked at her poodie-poo and Bubba beats him to within an inch of his life. LAWSUIT! Why weren’t there guards for Tony while he was masturbating in the stall while looking under at Susie? See where this is going?

We’re not talking about Target! We’re talking about children at school. I don’t like Target anyway. Hey, what’s good for the goose is good for the gander. I wouldn’t mind at all if some hottie drifted into the restroom while I’m taking a pee. But, you see, that’s the issue. Girls aren’t going into boy’s bathrooms, it’s the other way around. We used to have to drill holes in high school to get a peek. C’mon! Don’t we have more to worry about than who squats or stands? Actually, I think this has pushed the American public to the limit.

Now, for a final note. Hypothetical court case. I pick up a sixteen-year-old girl in a bar. (It’s Texas, it happens, deal with it!) One thing leads to another, and of course, she tells mommy. After the obligatory butt stomping from daddy and the cops, I end up on trial, and little Jane gets on the stand.

Prosecutor: Do you know the defendant?

Jane: Yes.

Prosecutor: Did you have sex with said defendant?

Jane: Yes.

Prosecutor: Did he know your age?

Jane: Well, yeah.

Prosecutor: Please state your age.

Jane: Well, my chronological age is sixteen, but inside I feel like I’m a thirty-five year old divorcee, unless it’s Wednesday, and then I feel like a cat.

(Case dismisses) Thank you, Mr. President.

REVOLUTION!

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Revolution! Jot that down, there’ll be a quiz later. Back in the day there was this act by congress. The Civil Rights Act of 1964.

 

The Civil Rights Act of 1964 (Pub.L. 88–352, 78 Stat. 241, enacted July 2, 1964) is a landmark piece of civil rights legislation in the United States[5] that outlawed discrimination based on race, color, religion, sex, or national origin.[6] It ended unequal application of voter registration requirements and racial segregation in schools, at the workplace and by facilities that served the general public (known as “public accommodations“).

Pay close attention to the word, “schools” there. Ok, let’s peel the onion, shall we? Down the road, about ten years there was this case presented to the Supreme Court. One Lau v Nichols. You can click that link and learn all about it, but I’ll make it simple. There were these Chinese kids who didn’t quite get English in the school, and were therefore hindered in their education. Note the phrase above, “racial segregation in schools.” When a kid can’t learn subjects in school because he/she can’t understand what’s being said that’s “segregation.” So the court said, “Foul!” The kids need to be able to understand so they can receive an education equal to their English speaking classmates. Sounds good.

The theory was to teach English as a second language, with the assumption that if a child entered the first grade speaking only Chinese, by the time they reached, say, the fourth or fifth grade they would be able to understand at least enough English to make it. And it worked . . . for the Chinese! Remember the rule, no good deed will go unpunished. So it is with 414 US 563!

Go forward to Texas, and the Mexican school children happily rattling Spanish at home, and understanding nothing but lunch in school. SMU, in true liberal fashion, applied the ruling from Lau v Nichols to Mexican kids in Texas, and came up with a plan. They, like the educators in the California case, decided to teach the children in Spanish, while pushing them toward a proficiency in English. To effect this they brought in ladies (from Mexico) who could teach in Spanish. Oh, they were “qualified” to be teachers in Texas, green card and all, and they set to work. Peel the onion.

What we have here, is failure to communicate. In the Chinese culture there were two or three generations that were in the United States already, with no plans to go back to China. Ma Ma, Pa Pa, Grandmaw, and all the kids and grandkids. Child would be born, and grow up an American, but, until about the age of six all they’d hear around the house is Chinese. Hence, when getting on the big yellow bus they entered a new world. However, the Chinese attitude was that the child had to learn English if they were ever going to succeed in the American environment. While they celebrated Chinese New Year, they did it with an American flag.

That wasn’t the TexMex agenda. The imported “teachers,” while giving lip service to English instruction, made sure that the students (in Spanish) understood that they were Mexican, their heritage was Mexican, their flag was Mexican, and everything from Houston to L. A. had been stolen from them by all them there gringos who won’t give their fathers a decent paying job because they are MEXICAN! English was the language of the oppressors. In the end the kids fifty years later were no better off than the ones at the beginning, and this created an entire society of low wage earners, forming a separatist society, completely independent of the country they live in, longing for a future nation, not Mexico, not the US, but rather “Texico,” a third, independent nation, stretching from Texas to California with the dollar and the Peso on equal status. I Crappith Thee NOT!

Now these folks are irritated. Little trivia here, these guys are about 54% of the population of Texas alone. Vicente Fox, former president of Mexico, recently said that if Donald Trump is elected president of the US Mexico will go to war against the US. Don’t look at the border for the troops coming in, look behind you because they’re already here. Please note how Hillary is always all tangled up with the Mexicans. Also, remember when I told you about the clusters of the disenchanted Mexicans all around our bread basket states? Yeah. Um Hum. La RAZA! That means, “The Race,” by the way. Not “our” race, or “a” race, but the race, with community centers already set up and plans already lain for the complete domination for the south west, and the return of all those lands to the disenfranchised Mexican people who couldn’t give a damn about English. Revolution! When you see this transpire you’re gonna wish that wall was there. . . with machine guns.

A Different World

IMG_2220I remember a world that was far different from the world I woke up in this morning. I remember parades in every town great or small, and not just Christmas, or New Year’s Day. I remember the flag being waved, not stomped. I remember a time, a time when the expression, “Write your congressman” wasn’t the worn out punch line to a tired old joke. I remember a man who would never turn his back on the need to defend his country against all enemies, foreign and domestic, and those who swore that oath forswore themselves. And I was that man. I wrote an article, not long ago, No Taxation Without Representation, that got me to wondering. Did I have the courage to do a thing that was once patriotic, but now illegal? Indeed, there were times when people had to make the choice to do something that is patriotic and illegal. It has been a terrible few weeks because the more I thought about it, the more I see how our government has been closing off all the rational approaches to patriotism. I produce media that I hope will arouse others to patriotism, but up until today I’ve been unable to honestly say where the line between talk and action is.  A time where the love of country is considered lies! What happened is I woke up today, and I didn’t know that it would be a day much different than those days that have come to represent how different the world has become. I rose, I prayed, I drank coffee as I checked the News Feeds, and my email. I shaved, bathed and dressed, and finally I offered up an extra prayer, as I often do on those days when I find myself among such people of our still great nation, who still have enough red blood in them to meet unbidden to discuss freedom. What made today different is that I saw someone different than most of us. Someone who does not wonder what they will do for their country, and for our freedom, even if we don’t celebrate their sacrifice. A true heroine, not in uniform, not strong of limb or a leader of troops, but rather a little girl. Small in stature, but with the courage of a child raised to believe that she is as good as anyone, and the conviction of a child wrongly orphaned. A few precious moments with her restored me to that time I thought long gone. It wasn’t such a different world after all.  Back when we were all in this thing together. I’ll say no more, for what else is there to say? I saw a little girl today. A girl whose father was cut down on national television in front of all of us, yet whose voice has not been stilled! If you, too, what has become of your world, indeed, of your own lives and spirits, if you do not like this different world in which we live, join me in supporting that little girl!

SlingVote

IMG_0043Slingvote. Remember that, there’ll be a quiz later. Texas Nationalists have long held to the idea that somewhere in the agreement that brought Texas in to the Union there was some kind of pre-nuptial agreement that provides an easy exit should Texas ever decide to go it on its own. I, myself have spoken of this many times. Well, truth be known, while that was discussed back then, it was never formalized in writing.

You see, the whole Texas plan from day one was to rip the territory away from Mexico and join the United States. There was never any doubt what the filibusters were doing down here, and the Republic formed after San Jacinto was almost with the understanding that the Republic of Texas would someday be the State of Texas, and Mexico could just suck it up. When the treaty between Texas and The United States was signed, however, there was no “divorce” clause. I know! I tried to find it today to quote here, and nada!

There is, however, a slippery little way for Texas to put it to the US, and make them think it’s their idea. Texas was go gosh darn big that it was decided that should the citizens therein ever decide to break it up that they could split into as many as five different states. Just like that! It’s part of the deal, folks, check it out. These would be along regional lines, i.e. East Texas, West Texas, North Texas, South Texas, and, of course, an area I like to call Costa Royal. (That would be the Texas “SoCal.”) These divisions of the Lone Star State would be separate, yet still the heritage of old time Tejas. These fellas have met!

Don’t you wanna know what happens next? Why, what was formally Texas gets eight more senators, that’s what! What was formerly Texas has ten senators up in Washington, and boys and girls, they’ll probably vote in a block. Some folks call this a slingvote, some call it gerrymandering, I call it a slingvote, um hum! Want to know how votes work? Well, sometimes things get crazy, and all the senators gravitate toward a foregone conclusion, but most of the time the vote is close, so close that the president starts twisting arms just to get one or two senators to go his way. There was this guy back in the day who commanded a huge slot of voters. He was  very into prohibition. He had this theory. He didn’t have to get fifty-one percent of any vote. He just had to control that ten percent of loyal followers who’d vote any way he told them to. This was guaranteed to swing just about any vote in any election anywhere, and by golly that’s exactly what he did! Using this idea he unseated governors, congressmen, senators, and dog catchers any time he wished. He just tell them there tea-totalers what box to mark and “God’s” will would be done. That’s how we got prohibition.

So, you end up with ten Texas senators where two used to be. When they cast their votes the board just met. The tail would officially wag the dog, and since American liberals and conservatives can’t even agree on which restrooms to use we’ll tell ‘em all to squat!. Heeere’s your sign. If we ever start moving in that direction the Nortes will squat, and lose their selective ca ca. Even New York and California will be our, well, just think of a slang term for a female dog. Some folks call it a slingvote, some call it gerrymandering, I call it a slingvote, um hum! Secession? We won’t have to secede, they’ll secede from us!

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