That Was The Week That Was

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From reflections to events, but that’s the way my week usually goes. Unlike other writers, I don’t just jump on the morning news, even in a big event, I let the story “season,” because first thoughts are never the correct thoughts. What happened is never as important as why it happened, because if we don’t reflect, and learn, then we’ll just keep doing the same thing over and over again, and, as you probably know, that’s the definition of insanity.
I began the week with an idea of the eventual breakup of the American Dream, i.e. set up a government to steal everything, and try to cram it into the Beltway. In “God Bless Americans,” I said, “As we all know, the American government has been overreaching for years, and part of this is because of the artificial definitions of who’s who, and what’s what. Most of the time Federal mandates, and decisions are mandatory, and arbitrary. States make laws, but why? All Uncle Sam has to do is make His law, and the state legislature becomes a complete waste of time. K. C. Massey can carry a gun under Texas law, Sammy says, “No,” K. C. goes to jail. Someone can fire up a joint in Malibu, DEA doesn’t like it, guy gets arrested and has a criminal record. Fundamentalist Mormon wants to marry twin sisters and the Fed can’t seem to find the ink to put one more square on a tax form. See where this is going, folks?”
From there I let old Brother Greed get ahold of me and penned, If I Had Won The Powerball. I ain’t even gonna lie to you. I had that money spent, and I listed all my dreams for the public to see. “If I had won the Powerball. I sat up last night waiting for the Powerball drawing. I didn’t get a single number. You’d think there would be a prize for that! Anyway, like practically every other fool who invested in castles in the air, and purchased a Powerball ticket, I had big plans. I’d like to list them here. They ranged from the sublime to the sub-slime, but here goes.” Well, as you probably figured out, I didn’t win, and had to rush down to pay the light bill the next day.
Politics raised its ugly head next, ugly being the key word. Hey, for the record, I understand why Bill cheated on Hillary, ok. I kept having images of Arkansas politicians, ugly women, and cornbread swirling around in my head and out popped, Dead As Cornbread. “From White Water to Benghazi, Hillary has danced on a razor’s edge for years. Other people in the public eye can commit just a smidgen of what she’s pulled and they’re thrown out of the Army, charged with a crime, end up with public ridicule, and Alex Jones accuses them of leading the New World Order. Hillary could pee on the White House steps and the Liberal Left would say she had found a new way to fix global warming. Am I the only one who thinks there is something wrong with this picture?”
Where Everybody Knows Your Name was next. I have no idea where this idea sprang from, but I suspect it was a bar tab. “Places like this never last, and that’ sad. Just a place where seasoned men come to relax and compare lives. I gain more there than any other place I go. I listen more than I talk, and I learn. These guys view things like ISIS with a very jaundiced eye. And everybody knows your name. I like that.”
That night I listened to my friend, Scott Binsack, reflect on his belief in an Eternal Creator, and wrote, In God We Trust. “God got expelled from school, His commandments from the courthouse square, and from the halls of Congress, and we wonder what ever happened to the country. God is a nice guy. You don’t have to throw him out, just ask Him to leave, and he’ll oblige. And, when He does leave what do you have left? Bruce Gender, Hillary, Obama, and Imam whoever! Children don’t say prayers, or the Pledge of Allegiance in school anymore. They learn how to do drugs, and different sexual preferences, depending on the gender, or cross-gender of the teacher. Welcome to a Godless world!”
I’m very TexCentric, and it showed in Olga vs The American Dream. “This was a big heads up to the third world. While Washington wasn’t invaded, America, for once, had to stand down. We, of course, put the spin on it. We were like Putin recently said. We were like playing chess with a pigeon. We knocked over all the pieces, pooped on the board, and then stomped around like we won. Still, we had the dream. Or rather, Martin Luther King had a dream. Our dream had caught the last train for the coast.”
Seems I was drawn to the past a lot this week. During lunch with some old friends, we got to talking about our high school days, and a few things came to mind. In The Last Picture Show I wrote about things that would make kids in New York, or California would cringe at. “I didn’t have a pickup. I had a ’54 Chevy. The good thing about it was you could get four friends in the trunk when you went to the show. That meant for you, and the girl, it cost about seventy cents to get in. That’s right, one girl, five boys. Hey, we weren’t Muslims, she was safe. Also, if you were lucky she would be an Army brat and have five dollars or so in her purse, which would turn into buttered popcorn for everybody. The way you convinced her to give up the money was a gift, usually flowers, which meant a swing through the graveyard on the way to pick her up. They didn’t show that in the Last Picture Show either!”
By the week’s end I was blowing through pretty good. Still reflecting on Scott’s broadcast, I did a commentary on my first book, Sharon. “The Muslim community has got to come to the realization that the volatile section of Radical Islam is so dangerous to the rest of the world that they, the “good” Muslims need to handle it, or we, the rest of humanity will have to handle it for them.”
I was flying so high that I began to generate “doubles,” by this time. When I get an idea I just write it, no waiting for later. After listening to a Trump speech I resurrected Little Red Riding Republican with a nice 2016 update. “Well, that’s where Little Red Riding Republican comes in. She had been raised in the wisdom handed down from generation to generation. She had eyes of blue, and flaxen hair that fell down around her shoulders. She would take long walks in the country, and one day, during one of these walks she became lost and a figure appeared out of thin air. It was a black knight!”
And, last, but certainly not least, Black Lives Don’t Matter! Actually, I’ve toyed with this title for months, but I just couldn’t take the edge off enough. When someone came back with ALL Lives Matter, I thought to myself, “Heck, why don’t we just join hands and sing, “We Shall Overcome?” Finally, I came up with a perfect second line. For the record, Black Lives Matter is the epitome of Liberal Stupidity. You simply have to have the guts to put it out there. Everybody knows movements like this are stupid, and the originators laugh all the way to the bank. Unfortunately for them I write for the Tea Party, not the Pot Party! That’s why they call me Bill the Butcher! “Black lives don’t matter! My life matters! In the words of Billy Joe Shaver, “When you have no way to go you’d better know I’m gonna get my share of mine.” Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m a racist. More than that, I’m a Texan. Texas wasn’t built on a food stamp. America has evolved into a welfare state. In Texas we have a thing called a “51% sign.” Now, it’s supposed to refer to the amount of food vs alcohol that forbids the carrying of a gun within an establishment. In America it is the percentage of citizens working every day, as opposed to those lining up at the welfare office for their daily bread.”
Sunday is a day of rest. Well, maybe for some, but for me it’s a day of reflection. They don’t rest, so I don’t rest. I have been called, A Simple Ol’ Boy From Austin, and that’s good, because when the libtards pounce on me I can always say, “Hey! I told you I was stupid from the start.” Have a blessed week, and keep looking for America. It’s somewhere out there.

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Olga

Gonna pump a little sunlight up your dresses today. I watched a review, and projection of the world in the year 2030, and I saw something strange. Now understand that when I grew up in the 50’s the USA was “Da Bomb” (excuse the pun) and the entire rest of the world was “the pits.” Even as a child I realized that America was the hands down leader of the entire world. I mean we’d kicked Hitler’s butt, slapped Korea around, and even at ten years old I KNEW we made the best cigarettes. I mean it was even in the movies. If you’re my age how many times can you recall someone with a foreign accent asking, “You have American cigarette?” I mean even our girls were prettier. We had Tuesday Weld…they had some chick called Olga, and she looked like a wrestling champion!

We knew that everything made in Japan was cheap, would break very soon, and was poorly painted. That’s why people my age have a very hard time getting their mind around a Lexus. But things began to change. As we ate ourselves into cholesterol-ville the rest of the world watched, waited, and worked. They cringed a bit because the so called superpowers were always on the edge of blowing each other up and taking the rest of the world with them. There were great scenarios picturing the world after WWIII where we would all be living in squalor, fighting, eating whatever we could catch and it terrified Americans, but what we didn’t realize was that what we liked to refer to as the third world was already there! They were there watching, and waiting.

Then, about the time JFK missed his luncheon in Dallas the world made an almost imperceptible turn. The year after that day saw the Beatles pop onto the world stage. A year before, Elvis was the king and all Englishmen sounded like ducks quacking when they sang. All of the sudden “She Loves You” and five other songs were all over the Billboard charts, and the Beatles weren’t the only band in England, they had MORE!

Still, we were determined to reform the world so we jumped on the tiny nation of Vietnam to save Southeast Asia from the communists, never mind what THEY thought! By God, we had American cigarettes you little Gooks didn’t know what you were talking about! Well, we LOST that war. And I know the guys that went there will argue the point, but when you haul your butt to an aircraft carrier, and start pushing your helicopters into the ocean to gain speed that means the other guys won. This was a big heads up to the third world. While Washington wasn’t invaded, America, for once, had to stand down. We, of course, put the spin on it. We were like Putin recently said. We were like playing chess with a pigeon. We knocked over all the pieces, pooped on the board, and then stomped around like we won.

Still, we had the dream. Or rather, Martin Luther King had a dream. Our dream had caught the last train for the coast. Reagan came on the scene, and he exemplified the epitome of America right or wrong, capitalism, and American cigarettes! Hell, he’d even been on a cigarette commercial once! Reagan was a good idea. He really was the last gasp of what was once a great republic. But we fixed that. When Reagan left office we elected King George the First, thinking the Reagan legacy would live on. It took two Bushes and a Clinton and a half to completely dismantle what Reagan had so meticulously put into place. And during this time the Japanese learned to build better stuff, China grew more rice, and the USSR folded in on itself. Oh, and that little country that we spent ten years, billions of dollars, and 50,000 American lives to save? Well, they learned to grow catfish in rice paddies. (Ever eat catfish at Ryan’s cafeteria?)

When the USSR devoured itself we all expected that they would turn into something like Mexico. Well, they didn’t, and Olga began to look a little bit more feminine. Putin did not bang his shoe on the table at the UN, and God be praised, they struck oil! China was keeping their head down, growing more rice, and inching toward a form of capitalism, or reasonable facsimile thereof. By this time we were slowly realizing that the Germans DID make better cars than we did, the Brits DID make better records than we did and damn it, the Koreans even made one hell of a cigarette! But we weren’t going to have any of that. We had to show them Arabs that we could still dominate the world, we needed more oil and what the hell was in their little brown minds trying to tell us to butt out? Here, Habib, have a Big Mac! Never mind the fact that we had oil reserves right here. We wanted THEIR oil. Our only issue was THEY owned it. We couldn’t beat a bunch of skinny kids in pajamas, but maybe we could beat a bunch of religious nuts on camels.

Funny thing about people owning their own country. They tend to get irritated when a bunch of foreigners, i.e. US, comes in and starts stomping around telling them what to do, putting down their values, and stealing their resources. The whole world watched, ate their rice, and developed as we manipulated our way through the oil fields of the Middle East, and was not surprised when on 9/11 we finally got dog bit! Alex Jones goes on about how 9/11 was an inside job. NO IT WASN’T! Those people that we didn’t consider to be quite human knocked down our two great phallic symbols of capitalism and world economic domination, and they got MAD if anyone else tried to take credit for it. Osama would turn over in his watery grave if he heard Alex Jones trying to give credit for that attack to George Bush. The world watched, and worked, and waited.

King George II managed our finances so well that by the end of his reign we were buying more than we were selling. Slowly we began to covet Japanese cars, Chinese food, and imported cigars. We enriched Mexico with our insatiable appetite for cocaine. Hey folks, the MEXICANS aren’t doing all that crack, they just SELL it. Little known logistical fact! We legalized genocide with Roe vs Wade, and started letting men marry men, women marry women, and dogs marry cats. This nation went from the USA to WTF! We began to disassemble our constitution because it got in the way of our bloated, insolvent, Hedonistic lifestyle, and railed against people who wanted to preserve at least one amendment so they could at least protect themselves from a nation gone mad.

The Internet is a wonderful thing. Information began to flow. More than ten years ago I had a friend. A girl. Cute, literate, a college student who talked with me on a regular basis. We talked about life, politics, sex, and what she liked to eat. She wrote me from her class room…in China! And this was happening all over the world. No matter what the governments were putting out, people were talking. Now, it didn’t happen all at once. The legacies of people like Stalin, Bush, and Mao die hard, and they left a framework in place that rusts slowly, but new cars, food, TV, and information go a long way to wake people up. Where in 1959 I knew that China was a pagan nation that we could whip at any time I went from that to watching a Chinese TV show last night and was quite entertained. They have this show where a very cute Chinese girl asks people about to be executed about their thoughts on their crimes, and what they would say to the Chinese people about them. It’s an object lesson in control of your emotions. She made the statement to one young man who had killed his girlfriend’s grandparents because she broke up with him, “We all experience these things in life. You lost control during a normal life event.” The next scene showed her preparing dinner for her husband and four children.

Then I watched a show about Russian prisons. I thought, “Oh, this is gonna be bad!” Remember that guy that looked like Rasputin, and his book? Prior to this I saw one about how the gangs were out of control in OUR prisons. Well, the Ruskies don’t got dat problem. They got a prison called Black Dolphin, and if you want to be in a gang there, fine! It’ll be a gang on one! They make all prisoners walk stooped over with a blindfold on when going from building to building, five or six guards armed with AK47s with them and a DOG! And all these convicted murderers, cannibals, and pedophiles say is, “Yes SIR!” The most amazing thing was that the Russians flung open their prison doors and let an international film crew in. I waited patiently to see how they handled prison riots, but you simply can’t riot with your damn self. And there ain’t no basketball courts cause they don’t HAVE a prison yard! They don’t worry about rehabilitation. The prison is spotless, the convicts are in the cell, on camera ALL the time, and their cell gets searched every time they are removed and taken anywhere. No pin ups, no TV, no privacy!! They’re in the JOINT!

Are they brutal? Yes. Are they ignorant? NO! They saw what happened to us. I would love to take all the prisoners in the prison in Oakland California and ship them to Russia. As Larry the Cable Guy says, “That would be funny right there, i don’t care who you are!”

All these people are talking. All these people are watching. They have taken the best of our ideas, and rejected the bad ones. Their populace has demanded a better life and are willing to work for it. The Chinese girl has millions of viewers each week who hang on her every word. What does that tell you? Chinese people have LOTS of televisions! They are not running down the street anymore waving some silly red book, they are making dinner and watching their favorite TV show!

Maybe that is our legacy. In the 1950’s we had as close to Utopia as we would ever get and we did sell that dream to the world. The world watched, and learned, and perhaps will carry that dream forward. Olga is looking a whole lot better!

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The Icy Waters of Delaware

The icy waters of the Delaware send us a modern message about Americans that ISIS has overlooked. The recent videos and audio from that group, including that smart-mouth boy with the British accent seems to elevate the terrorists over all things American, as if we were just a post script in history, a people with no purpose, or backbone. As they wag their tongues, and pray to their “god” they believe that no amount of resistance will succeed, and eventually their black flag will fly over the White House.
America never had it easy. From the Pilgrims forward, nothing came short and sweet for Americans. But, they developed personality. After fighting with natives, clearing forests, building cities, starving, and getting little or no support from the old country, a simple tea tax lit the fuse that blew up into the Revolutionary War. And, yes, God was a part of it.
It amuses me when ISIS thinks that they, and only they, have a lock on God. They act as if we are just a bunch of savages who run hither and yon with no consideration of any moral value. They know nothing about why Washington crossed the Delaware. I’m gonna be up front with ya’ll. The first part of the war was just a continuous butt stomping, delivered by the best equipped army in the world. The British burned New York right off the bat, sending the Americans scampering through the woods with no ammo, and no socks. On Christmas, of all days, Washington decides to launch an attack on Hessian forces celebrating the holiday.
Now, this gives you a view of the mindset of the forces arrayed against the patriots. They had such little regard for them that they decided to take the day off and get drunk. Washington was not like minded. Around 11:00 PM, he takes about 2400 troops, gets in a boat, and starts across the icy waters toward the Jersey side. There was supposed to be 3000 more troops to join, but they couldn’t make it. This is the way the whole war had been going, so Washington just considered it to be business as usual, and proceeded anyway.
At approximately 8 AM, he split his remaining force into two columns, reached Trenton, and entertained the hung over Hessians. The Germans rolled out of bed to find themselves surrounded, and several hundred ran off into the woods, but nearly 1000 were rounded up at the cost of only four American lives. Washington didn’t have the support of artillery to maintain the town, and withdrew, but the embarrassing whipping he had delivered to the elite German troops rallied the spirit of a nation that was doubting if this fight was going to go anywhere but the gallows. This is called audacity.
This is what ISIS does not understand. Americans will only go so far. The British missed that, the Japanese missed it, and ISIS sure missed it. In spite of the current occupant of the White House there are still about three hundred million of us who are not going to bow and scrape to some street gang following a camel dung prophet. We are not just an accident of history, and we will not just hand over all we’ve built in the last three hundred years to people who shoot little kids.
Political correctness has clouded American minds, but that will pass. One day, when Muslims gather in the streets of come city in America, you will see some other people come around the corner with bats, and guns, and Delaware in their AMERICAN hearts!

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Religion

Religion is man’s feeble attempt to explain the unexplainable. That’s a quote from my book, “Sharon,” and I’ve cited that hundreds of times in my writings. In my spiritual travels I’ve gone from Southern Baptist, to Islam, to Catholicism, never atheist, but sometimes agnostic, and after many considerations I’ve come to two conclusions. In a brilliant stroke, I decided that there is a God, and we, as created beings will never totally understand that entity. Having arrived at those two ideas, I’ve seen the fallacy of religion.
We all have a “God Hole” in our head. If a new born child were to never be told of God, before it died, it would attempt to fill that hole with something. Coming together as groups, we share this information with each other, and the ideas begin to form. Simple facts are the foundation. It is logical to assume that a God who took all the time and trouble to create the known universe wouldn’t work even harder to destroy it. The master plan seems to be boy meets girl, come together, make more little people, who go on to do the same thing without hurting other people who are trying to do the same thing.
Therein lies the main problem with religion. As long as the rules are, “Praise the Lord, and don’t cheat, lie, or steal,” everything is well and good. When it evolves to special underwear, stone someone to death because you didn’t like what they said, or special passes to “Holy Places,” religion moves away from God, and toward something else. Jesus said, “Judge not lest ye be judged.” Let me tell you how that works. You start with a clean slate. As time goes by you set the rules by which you live, and you expect others to live also. It only goes to follow that you begin to impose these rules, and if you are religious, then you find a group that is like minded such as Mormons, Primitive Baptists, or Muslims. When you face the day of judgement, and the books are open, you stand there with your face hanging out and Jesus says, “DUDE! I’m just playing by the rules you set.” If you have a forgiving heart the test is easy. If you are judgmental, prideful, or hateful, then that will be the standard by which you are judged.
As religion applies layer upon layer to the onion, from the outside people can see the issues. Belief in a creator is all fine, but belief in layers of heaven, golden plates, women in sack dresses, or distain of food or drink puts a burden on people and the Imams, Stake Presidents, or TV evangelists won’t life a finger to help with the load. Your God Hole just got filled with garbage. The garbage becomes more important than the very reason for the hole in the first place, which is to let you find, and understand who you are, more importantly, who He is.
This is the message of Jesus. Do unto others, love God, love your neighbors, these are the things that matter. Quanell X said something on Tommy’s Garage that I found very profound. He said that it made him think when he had to walk through the streets of Houston, seeing starving children, on his way to meet with leaders of the Islamic community who were wining and dining like a flock of Pharisees. I think the word Jesus used was hypocrite. Like the song says, “Someone to be better than just anytime you please.” Religion is man’s feeble attempt …

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Pied Piper of Kenya

Sometimes I think Obama’s either criminally insane, or the stupidest man on the planet. While the good people of San Bernardino are being buried, he’s telling Syrian Refugees that they are what makes America great. Am I the only one who has noticed that whenever he makes one of those statements he juts his jaw out like Mussolini? He tells us what we need to stop the war by Muslims on Christians is more gun control. We need to open the flood gates and let all the rag-tag masses from the infernal regions waltz into the country with less security than an employee at Sears Holdings. Liberals prostrate themselves to him like he’s the Pied Piper of Kenya. The country has officially gone mad!
Loretta Lynch has launched an attack on Americans, vowing to prosecute any person who says anything bad about Islam. Forget that nasty old first amendment. We don’t need no stinking freedom of speech. Ok, let’s get real. Yet again I will say, Islam is the enemy. Muslims are not our friends. They are as un-American as they can possibly be. They don’t recognize any of our laws, our constitution, our society, or our traditions. They are Islamabastards! Suck it, Loretta!
We are approaching a full scale war in this country. My God! We already have casualties. Fourteen dead, and the administration is blaming the victims for getting shot. The Texas Militia is organizing, and people, we ain’t kidding. Texas has no intention of letting these camel jockeys come in and ruin everything we’ve built since the Alamo. We have no intention of supporting these bums, and we won’t have Suzie Sweetcheeks miss nail appointment at the mall. We’re not backing up one inch.
For too long, we here in Texas rage has held back. For too long we’ve let RINOS sit in Austin, and suck up gravy, while the people suck it UP! Forget getting a Republic back, let’s just start by getting our state back. We can put the wood to the US later! What’s Texas’ biggest export? Billions and Billions of dollars to support the US because Obama has ruined it. The very idea the Japanese build more cars than we do. The very idea that Saudi Oil calls the shots when Texas has enough oil to float the entire country, and it’s already here! The very idea that some bunch of terrorists can even think about replacing our constitution with the ramblings of some goat herder fourteen hundred years ago.
Let me give you some perspective. Arabs are diseased. I’m not kidding, and that’s not a joke. They are physically inferior to western people, white or black, or brown. When you see some wise old Imam, he’s in his fifties! The only way these people win anything is subversion, and the political correctness of fools who think they’ll be appeased by little concessions here and there. Then, before you know it, your sixteen year daughter is raped on her way to Sonic to get a Slurpee because Mohammed didn’t like grown women (he liked little girls just fine!)
This is not going away, and Texas is not going to lose, and I don’t want to hear any whining when we open that can of whoop on these foreigners. This is not DeAngelo coming over from Italy and opening a pizzeria on Mulberry Street. This is an alien race bent on the destruction of the world. After they kill all of us, they will start killing each other until there’s only one Muslim left, and then there’ll be peace. The Pied Piper of Kenya.

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Pax Romana

ISIS makes a lot of hay promoting itself as some kind of “new odor.” The recent video, sans beheadings, expounding on the intent of the organization, its foundation, resolve, and, of course out and out hate for anyone not subscribing to their particular party line, was a decided step in propaganda, in an attempt to terrify the west with their purported “God,” the European Union scrambles, Putin sends in bombs, and Obama checks the weather.
OK, I’m going to go right to the point. The Middle East is screwed up. Did I say that right? Practically every crazy, whacked out idea to plague the modern world has come right straight off the Temple Mount. We are about to go to global war over events two to four thousand years ago that no one can even agree on the historical verification. We deserve to be extinct! DOGS could run things better than us.
Once upon a time the Jews in Jerusalem got one too many glasses of wine, and took it upon themselves to go to war against the Roman Empire. It was one of those, “Seemed like a good idea at the time,” that looked a tad bit different when the legions came over the hill led by one Vespasian and son Titus. These esteemed gentlemen inflicted a hangover upon the Jews that took them almost two thousand years to get over.
Originally, there was a group within Jerusalem who planned to antagonize the Romans until such time as a series of agreements could be reached, allowing the war to end, and the return of the region to the Empire with stipulations, which amounted to an accurate accounting of the money. Hey, they were Jews. However, as luck would have it, a small band of hot heads seized control and formed their own little power mad group of which Josephus related, “The barbarity of the tyrants toward the people of their own nation. . . “ sound familiar?
While Titus delayed, due to his concern for the innocents within the walls, eventually he took the city, crucified every man, woman, dog and cat within, lit up the Temple, and had a bar b que. He tore down the temple, all but that wall they still cry on, and when he was done I took the Jews one thousand, eight hundred, and seventy seven years to come back, because they weren’t quite sure them bad S.O.B.s were gone!
The one wrench in our modern predicament is that ISIS is so rag tag, so diverse, that even if we hit them with nuclear bombs, one might get away, and we’ll have the same problem again and again. Now, the next part is pure conjecture on my part. Enter Flavius Josephus. If you’ll note he has the same family name as Titus, and Vespasian. That’s ‘cause they adopted him as their pet Jew. He also spoke, and wrote Hebrew, Greek, and God knows what else. How do you beat religious nuts? You subvert their religion from within. You take a little known itinerant Rabbi, a view oral traditions, mix in some Torah, and voila, there you have it! While making sure you record statements like, “Sell your coat and buy a sword,” you also make sure that “Render unto Caesar,” is there too. Persecutions aside, this group flourished, and was too busy breaking bread to ever go against the Empire again. Add about a three hundred year love/hate relationship between Rome and them, on May 20, 325, all parties met at Nicaea and formed Pax Romana. . . my bad, the Catholic Church.

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Catcher in the Rye

In J. D. Salinger’s Catcher in the Rye, you should all remember the image of the main character in a field of rye grass, trying to keep children from charging over a cliff. Friends and neighbors, that’s exactly the position I find myself in today. The gross insanity of the liberal left leaves me dumbfounded. With Radical Islam attacking society on all fronts, to ignore it is just crazy. Just before I sat down to write this I had the distinct pleasure of watching ISIS saw off a few heads. That’s not what got me. What got me was the submissiveness of the people being sawed. They calmly walked over and lay on the ground and an ISIS member were picked to do the initial saw, with the official executioner finishing up. This is how far it can go. Boys and girls, they’d have to shoot me in the butt! With my hands unbound I would get one of those AK’s and welcome at least some of those Islamabastards to the infernal regions.
Islam is the problem! Make no mistake about it. If moderate Muslims are so peaceful then they need to stand up! Thomas More had a legal theory. He said if he lunged at someone with a knife, and someone did nothing to stop him, then it can only be reasoned that the bystander agreed with the action. Same here. If ISIS blows up a building, and “Moderate” Muslims just stand by, then they are involved. There are two kinds of Muslims. A radical Muslim wants to kill you. A Moderate Muslim wants a radical Muslim to kill hyou..
Islam has positioned itself beyond all civilization. And it’s not a totally new idea. I watched a film last night about the Hitler Youth. It showed about how from birth, young Germans were indoctrinated with Nazi philosophy. The only difference between what the Nazis did, and what ISIS is doing was the language! And all this nonsense about how it’s hard to track them down is just that, nonsense. France is about to reintroduce beheading for ISIS. Good move! The problem is idiots. With heads being lobbed off worldwide there are still fools talking about “widows and orphans.” They will be talking this when their granddaughters are sold as sex slaves.
Yet again I address the Militia. Only about ten percent will stand up and fight. The rest will hide under their desks and hope the terrorists find Jesus before they get to them. You have to kill these people. You have to rid the round of their shadow, the world of their DNA, and burn their bodies on a pile of Qu’rans. You will not reason with this. A sixteen year old girl attacked with a knife in Israel and a man had to run over her with a car, and still shoot her in the head, as she crawled trying to finish her Jihad. Even the Nazis weren’t that crazy, and they were two bubble short of plumb, I’ll assure you. And it’s not America’s fault. We’ve been around for only about three hundred years. Islam has had a fourteen hundred year run. And they’re still running.
When this is all over, with any luck, we will have a world without Islam. There will still be crazy people, poor, and disillusioned, but this flavor will be in the scrap heap of history. Perhaps in one hundred years there will be someone explaining how it never happened, because it was just so darn crazy. Maybe they’ll all convert to Christianity. Have I got a bridge for you, friends.

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Stupid is the New Black

Do you remember, back in the day, when George Bush jumped on Iraq? He spent days pulling together a coalition of allies and then gave Saddam forty-eight hours to get out of town, and if that’s not cowboy style then I’m not a white boy from Austin! He got agreements from all of our allies, arranged sea ports, landing strips, and support systems to mount a coordinated attack. Obama has a completely different view of our situation. Not only is he turning a blind eye to a massive Syrian invasion, he actually turned down France’s invitation to join in their attack on ISIS. Putin compared negotiations with him to playing chess with a pigeon, where the pigeon knocks over all the pieces, poops on the board, and then struts around like it won the match. President Obama as effectively changed our national symbol from a Bald Eagle to a Yellow Bellied Sap Sucker!
ISIS is in full swing. It’s positively amazing how this administration steps back, watches a well-orchestrated attack that kills over one hundred people, and suggests that it might be terror connected. I’m a Simple Ol’ Boy from Austin, not a Stupid Ol’ boy from Austin! Everybody is wondering if perhaps the President is a closet Muslim. Well, if it walks like a duck, and quacks like a duck, then it must be a duck, and Obama’s been quacking for years. I see so many lame brained things spewing out of the White House that I don’t even bother to read them anymore. It’s almost like he gets up every morning and runs through the constitution to see what he can tear up today.
We are at war, people! I want to point out something. ISIS doesn’t attack with divisions. It hits with a few people and disrupts everything. If we had employed their tactics Texas would have won the battle of the Alamo. Nineteen guys brought the country to a halt. Something around that number numbed France. Belgium is shut down right now because ISIS burped. See my point. This would be like Texas closing for business because Bonnie and Clyde robbed a gas station, and it all comes back to one thing. The fool on the hill! The world looks at this situation and wonders what is wrong with us? As bad as they hate us, it was always understood that in a pinch, we will come out fighting.
Political correctness will be the death of us. Stupid is the new black. Congress showed some fortitude when it passed that anti-immigration legislation, flying in the face of Obama’s veto threat, but we need more. Do you realize if just the Senators from the states refusing Syrian refugees were to vote for impeachment Obama would be gone? The world is watching. If Russia and France clean up this mess, and we hang back the die is cast. America is no longer a world power. And use your common sense. Look at the refugees. When the boats came in from Cuba there were women and children, old men, and some younger men. An even sprinkling of a society. Obama said the Syrians were three year olds and widows. I saw the news clips. They were even marching in formation.
I issued a plea four days ago for the Texas militia to organize and go to ground. I repeat that plan. Obama will sit back and watch the hordes of enemy soldiers hit the beach at Galveston, while he ponders his golf game. We have to do this ourselves. We have to pick up the torch. I will admit that not all the refugees are ISIS, but remember. . . nineteen guys! That’s all it takes. One guy to put anthrax in the water supply, One in the White House to bring down a nation. That’s all it takes.

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The Battle of Paris

History will record that WWIII began with the Battle of Paris. The events in France are on a par with Pearl Harbor, The Twin Towers and the assassination of Franz Ferdinand. Civilized people of the world have been awakened to the grim reality that the great flood did not kill all soulless people, a few were left, and they grew into what we know as Islam. The attack provides the dichotomy. The setting of the city of light as opposed to animals bent on death, destruction, and hate. People sitting in sidewalk cafes, looking at the Eifel Tower, or at a concert, being bombed and shot by greasy monkeys who invaded the country without even a hall pass.
I took a full day before writing this article. One reason was to gather information, and frankly, I wound up in a local pub, drinking beer, eating chicken wings, and discussing the event with army vets, including one who was in counter intelligence at Fort Hood. I learned a lot, and they were madder than I was.
The Obama administration has too long turned a blind eye to radical Islam. There, I said it. He refuses to even say ISIS, preferring ISIL. I suppose ISIL is a homogenized version, more politically correct. He makes asinine statements for the cameras while Joe Biden stands to his right, slightly behind with that look in his eye like he knows what’s going on, but he works for Obama and knows where his bread is buttered. And Kerry, don’t get me started. If that isn’t the Three Stooges I’m not a white boy from Austin.
So, we were presented with streets littered with body parts as our Commander in Chief, and I use the term loosely, pondered if this was a terrorist attack or just a bunch of drunk school boys on a lark. They try to be careful in what they say, but there is a vast gulf between walking on egg shells, and not going into the room at all. Obama’s first response would be like FDR saying, “We’re not going to judge the great nation of Japan because of the actions of a few guys in airplanes.” No! Friday, November 13, 2015, a day that will live in infamy. . .
On the one hand I would ask the various governments in Europe, what did you expect? It was so cool, so chic, to let hoodlums come barreling into your country. It was so arrogant to poke fun at Texas for wanting to secure our border. It was so exclusive to feed, house, and cater to these people. How cool is it now? When Hitler decided to make bratwurst of all the Jews in Europe America came running. Well, our very PC government has fixed that. It’ll take some work to mount an offensive now.
So, what do we do? Well, first off Obama needs to act like a president. I mean, he gets a check, lives in public housing, and even has a plane. Time to give back. Right now he needs to be on the phone with the heads of the European Union, getting their commitment. He needs to convince them that just as in WWII, all civilized nations need to stand together. Then, he needs to go before Congress, not the UN, and ask for a declaration of war to exist between this coalition and ISIS. ISIS has claimed territory, founded a government, and dispatched armed soldiers in attacks on other nations. Formal war is needed.
The leaders of this union need to decide if this will be traditional war, or if a nuclear response may be required. I know, I know, what about all the innocent people there? Well, the way I understand it, all the innocent people are already gone. Ya’ll called them “refugees.” In two or three short moves, Russia and the US can turn the ISIS territory into a sea of glass. Hey, isn’t a “glass sea” mentioned in Revelation? Don’t get me started.
When It’s all over, and the crimes against humanity trials are over, Islam needs to be wiped from the earth. You may swat them bees now. Islam is not a religion, it is a political system. When WWII was over nobody in their right mind used the phrase “moderate Nazi.” You know, they ones who didn’t kill any Jews, just kept up with the gold teeth. Yeah, those guys. If you believe in “Moderate Islam,” I suggest you reach way up there, grab your ears, and give a hard tug until you hear a “pop.” After you wash your hair, you will find that all your back problems are gone, and you can see much clearer.
If the nations of the world do not move on this then all is lost. If we are all too politically correct to “correct” this, then the Muslims will win. Islam is designed to subvert and destroy civilization. That’s how it is, folks. In ever poker game there is a “call.” It’s time we call Islam. How far does insanity have to go before we react? I think there will be a war. I think that it will be terrible, but it’s been coming for a long time. History will record that WWIII began with the Battle of Paris.
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Can’t Touch This

Years ago, in another life, I was a devout Catholic. I wasn’t kidding. I was a fired up believer, complete with holy water, Rosary, the whole nine yards. I met a girl named Susan. Susan was a mystic. She had visions, wrote prophesy, and smelled like roses. I was enthralled. By and by Father Ev talked to me about her, asking if I knew her. I told him that I did. He asked if I’d been with her during her visions. Of course! Then he asked if I’d seen Mary, or heard her voice, and I had to admit that outside of a few rose smells I had not. “Good,” Father Ev replied, “because that’s schizophrenia!” Thus began my decent into heresy.

I frequently write about my views on organized religion. Now, I’ve been accused of being an Atheist, which I am not. I’m very aware that for all of our technology, science, and study, we simply cannot make a leaf. There is simply too much involved in the universe to ascribe it to chance. You can’t blow a tornado through a junk yard and come out the other side with a Mercedes. I believe that if Jesus were not a real person that we would have invented Him.

I cannot call Islam an organized religion. Let’s look at the source. An old man, in a cave, in the desert, who saw an angel. Please note Father Ev’s idea cited above. First off this man was illiterate. As his “revelations” continued they seemed to follow the course of his life, i.e. the Satanic Verses where he gave credence to three “goddesses” and later decided that they were massagers of the devil. Having been through a few little she-devils myself, I totally understand this. After Mohammed’s death there was a split in Islam almost before his body was cold. His words, and even casual conversation over dinner were collected and codified into the Qu’ran, and the Sayings of Mohammed. Of course you can’t understand any of this unless you know Arabic, which Muslims believe is the most perfect language, a view they share with the Jews in their view about Hebrew.

With the passing of over fourteen hundred years, and the little dots representing inflection, vowels, etc, the understanding of the Qu’ran is solely in the hands of whomever is interpreting at the time. Then, you have to wade through the explanations of little issues like marrying little girls, making love to goats, and of course stoning beautiful women for looking good in a swim suit. Even the Nazis liked pretty girls! There is no theology in the Qu’ran. If I borrowed as many passages from previous publications as Mohammed did from the Torah, and the Bible, even the Greeks, I’d get my shirt sued off. Now that’s a fact, people. This guy wasn’t even a good writer, and it took his followers almost four hundred years to untangle the Suras and put them into a book. I know this rubs Muslims wrong, but I’m going to be blunt. If you’re going to be a “Prophet” you have to be quicker than a drunk guitar player from Austin, ok?

When you step onto the world stage, and start making statements for people to live by you’re always going to get a guy like me who will jack you up. You can’t cut everybody’s head off. The west is positioned against the proponents of Islam, and I don’t buy into all this end of time stuff, but I do believe that the world has just about had enough of the daily videos of people being burned alive, little girls being sold into slavery, people just walking across international borders because they can, and having to bow down and kiss the sandals of all these wetbacks. My eye is on the Germans. They still have the ovens, people, and they’re still German. Don’t forget Putin. The entire west is waking up. America needs to wake up. I could make this article ten more pages, but it will only become redundant. When it all comes down it will be terrible. When it’s over the Arabs will be back selling rugs where they really belong. Between Texas oil, and Russian oil Saudi Arabia will be as broke as M. C. Hammer, but his words are profound. Can’t Touch This!