Retrospect

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Post Turtle

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As we watch the rules of the game evolve, the march to the White House continues, and the Post Turtles abound. More about that later.  I’m amazed that Obama doesn’t seem to realize how lame of a duck he is. And all this talk, and innuendo about his possible third term. NOT! Just stick a fork in Obama, he’s done. He’s looking for a legacy. Well, global warming, which was caused by all the hot air coming out of his administration. My word to the loyal opposition: Ok, you got your black guy, now it’s time to move on.

Donald Trump is taking the nation by storm, in spite of the main stream media polls telling us that everyone hates him. Cruz? Well, what can I say? Ted Cruz came blazing out of the Tea Party not long back, even got on the cover of Texas Monthly holding the Bill of Rights. He gathers a few victories, but frankly folks, I’m a Texan, and I fully understand taking a butt-whipping and spinning it up into a win for the public, i.e. the Alamo. In any twelve step program there is a first step where you have to at least admit things are screwed up. Ted ain’t gonna win. Then, there’s that other guy, the ringer, who hangs on, and hangs on, and hangs on, like an ex-wife you owe a boat load of child support while she’s living with some guy named, “Animal.” You remember Animal, don’t you. The guy she ran off with. Well, that’s this guy.

Mitt Romney rattled his chains, and the fat lady ain’t sang on that one yet. Side note; I spent the better part of the weekend watching two things. One was re-runs of “To Catch a Predator,” and the other was long, boring videos on how the Mormons are going to take over the world, and their prophet is the “Beast.” The Predator series, because I just love to drink Jim Beam and watch stupid, and the Mormon thing because I just love to drink Jim Beam and watch stupid. Remember “Deep Survival?” Well, that’s Mitt Romney. Uh, he ain’t gonna win either. Next.

Sanders. I love to watch him speak. Same deal, drink Beam and watch stupid. He comes off just like those guys in that kitchen with a six-pack, and a package of condoms trying to say that they were on the way to the library when they accidently lost their clothes in some thirteen-year-old girl’s mom’s garage. This guy is a stone hippy. He could play a part in a Cheech and Chong movie. You know, where Cheech is in a straight jacket on the floor of some nut house, and Sanders offering him, “The Key?”

Then there’s Hillary, Presidente Designado. Liar, Liar, pants on fire, and considering the size of those pants that would be a bigger fire than the one at the embassy in Benghazi. The email scandal, what’s that? Hillary was so stupid that what she did was akin to a cheating husband saving his love notes to his girlfriend on his wife’s iCloud account. Cheating husband, Hillary, I digress.

All of the above, save one are “Post Turtles.” What’s a Post Turtle, you ask. Well, I’ll tell you. So you driving along some country road and come upon this gate with two posts on either side. On top of one of them is a turtle. Now, work with me on this. The turtle didn’t get up there by himself, he doesn’t belong up there, he doesn’t know what to do while he’s up there, he’s elevated beyond his ability to function, and you just wonder what dummy put him up there in the first place. POST TURTLE! Trump is not a post turtle. So, we watch and see if the will of the people will prevail, or will some new reality series distract us, and we end up with a post turtle. Ya’ll be cool!

 

Looking Back This Week

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Looking back this week is slim due to my travels, but the articles that did come out were heavy. Donald Trump dropped the ball on abortion, and I addressed that in Deep Survival. What that was all about was the tendency of people, while in the midst of a winning streak, or performing everyday tasks will sometimes do the dumbest things for apparently no reason, either getting killed, or in this case, killing a political career. While it remains to be seen how much damage the statement in question caused, one would think that the “Donald” would have at least taken a breath before making it. We shall see.

I’ve always viewed “No Knock” warrants as an affront to the 4th Amendment and Knock Knock is a prime example of this. I’m still looking into the event, the cops claiming the entire drug cartel was holed up in the apartment, while the man arrested is saying he was just reading his Bible, you know, you get that. The esteemed District Attorney of Bell County, Texas has seen fit to charge the man with capital murder. I’m not going to put this down. If this was a home invasion, and the man was just defending himself I’m gonna let the D. A. taste my mutton and see how he likes it.

The Eight-Hundred-Pound Gorilla and Votes, Lies, and Videotapes basically deal with the same subject, the subject being that the Republican Party is by no means “pubic” but a “Good Ol’ Boys” club that does what it damn well pleases, and its supporters can just stuff it. I was very pleased to see that following that post Wild Bill For America followed with The End of the GOP. Like me, he is direct, to the point, and calls it like it is, which is, the Republican Party has been out of control for years, and Donald Trump is on them like Chris Hansen on a pervert! They may get their way this time, but this is not going to end well for the Party. Trump has a broad base support, and the smoke and mirrors generated by his own party is so obvious that the blind man down on Main Street can see it.

It’s good to be back in Texas. Travel is great, but those 737 wheels touching down in Austin is better. I found the Mormon Culture to be a little more mundane than I’d supposed, basically a survivalist sect, bent on isolation out of disgust at what’s happening in America today. Kinda like Texas. I’m convinced that if Texas and Utah team up the fat lady will definitely sing. Joseph did you know we’s all gonna ride the train?

This is NOT a Real Estate Deal

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This is not a real estate deal!” Marco Rubio seized on that line last night, and true to form, he parroted, and parroted, and parroted. (Don’t they have parrots in Cuba?) He was trying to zero in on Donald Trump who was steadily handing him his face, while Ted Cruz had the good sense not to join him in a chorus. Well, Marco, it is a real estate deal. America is being handed over to a bunch of squatters. Rubio is simple: He yells, and sweats, and yells some more. Havana’s version of Justin Bieber looks good, but sorry, all hat and no cattle.

Ben Carson has a good bedside manner. Mild, soft spoken, understandable. He’s the kind of guy who would tell someone with stage four lung cancer, “You are going to live. The only question is, how long.” I like Ben. He approaches everything with a low key, digestible prescription. The side effects? Putin will play basketball with his head. What you have here is a white Jimmy Carter. He’ll make a fine Surgeon General.

I’m going to surprise you about John Kasich. Knowledgeable, has been at all levels of government for years, calm, articulate, and has real solutions for real problems. Doesn’t get bogged down in useless chatter, such as the dead issue of same sex marriage, (The Supreme Court has ruled, and I’ve moved on.) He can’t win, however. What you have here is a vice president, and a good one! At least one person visiting the Oval Office who knows what he’s talking about.

Ted Cruz! Ted is the Tea Party darling. “The people that get forgotten in this debate over immigration are the hard working men and women of this country. . . . that are losing their jobs.” While Ted sparred with Trump some, he stopped just short of a full scale free for all, letting Rubio dig his own political grave trying to corner the billionaire at his own game. Ted was literally in his own neighborhood where he went to high school, and his shining at the debate was never in doubt. Hey, come to think of it, I find that interesting that Ted Cruz can point to every period of his life and education, citing high school, university, even where he ate a hamburger at fifteen, and Obama can’t even prove he was in town! Jus’ sayin’.

Trying to figure the winner in a debate like this is a little like watching a free for all I a dog pound. One technically is the last one standing, but he looks so bad it’s hard to tell if he’s the winner, or just a survivor. I told you about Trump’s southern plan, and the game remains the same. I don’t know if it’ll work or not, but I know the plan, and the deal’s still on. Super Tuesday will tell you who the winner was last night. I tend to think that Cruz will win Texas. A recent poll said that most Texans want to throw all the Muslims and Illegals out of Texas. Hey, we’re simple folk. Forget Rubio. He’s just enhancing his resume. “Hey, I did run for president. Did you see I waved?” Dr. Carson will continue his book tour, which is what his campaign is really all about. If Trump has any sense at all, he’ll pick Governor Kasich as his running mate.

There is a tendency to try to corner Trump on particulars of his plans for walls, health care, and such. You don’t do that with a real estate broker. He doesn’t know how to build that wall, but he knows to hire people who do! It is a real estate deal, Marco! America is being given away just like the Alamo! Do you want to know how to judge Trump’s real worth? Just look at the people who are scared of him. Whoopi is leaving the country. Beyonce turned black, and the Chinese, who have faced Trump at the negotiation table are screaming, “Hell NO!” It is a real estate deal, Marco.

How to Shoot Hillary From the Saddle

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How do you shoot Hillary out of the saddle? Actually, it’s easy because she’s doing it herself. Hillary has convinced herself that guns are the key issue to winning the White House. She thinks that the majority of the American public wants all guns picked up, and melted down, with a ramped up 911 system to replace the Second Amendment. Inside her little bubble she can see no farther. Meanwhile Trump, and Sanders skirt the issue, and let her dig her political grave.

The hypocrisy is profound. Talk about disarming the American people while surrounded by armed guards. Wendy Davis did the same thing. She traced off to the Rio Grande valley expounding abortion to a bunch of Mexican Catholics. You can’t make this up, folks, she really did that! I think Mexican American voters who never voted in the life voted in that election. Their burros voted in that election! She wanted to turn Texas blue. Well, didn’t work, did it. About the only thing she got was the cover of Texas Monthly, and a dollar to take a bus downtown to have a rat gnaw that wart off her face.

Why to politicians make such stupid mistakes? I don’t know. Why don’t catfish have kittens? Why didn’t Hitler paddle across the English Channel, and move into Buckingham Palace. Advisors! Advisors don’t tell what they know is right, they tell what the politician wants to hear, and what they’re paid to say. So Hillary parades around the country with the winds of destiny blowing in her hair, and Trump packs up for the White House.

I saw her ad on TV last night. It was the biggest PR run I’ve seen in years. Absolutely off the mark, but it looked good. Shucks, she even looked good, which is going some because even her young’un doesn’t look good. Frankly, I didn’t know Hillary had saved the planet until I saw that ad. Of course in the end you got to hear, “I’m Hillary Clinton, and I approved this ad.” Gee, I thought that was Bill’s job.

Politics are a paradox. The more you hear the “Stop Hillary” slogan, the more she is raised up. Simple logic: You don’t have to stop someone who’s not going anywhere! See how that works? Same thing happened with the recent video, Cruz is more dangerous than Trump. This cackle babble head in a box explains how Ted Cruz’s beliefs will destroy America, and every single thing he says is in complete concert with the Tea Party! Even called Ted a Constitutional “Originalist.” That’s a new one on me. What’s that? Ted reads the Constitution just as it is? So, I’m supposed to not vote for Cruz based on that?

Hillary is riding on her name right now. People will show up just to look at her. People, crowds will show up to see El Chapo, ok? Notoriety does not equal nomination.   Trump needs to make note of that, too. Cruz is a consummate politician. Trump counts heads, Cruz counts votes, and counts the votes that count. You can stomp around Iowa for a year, and not get the votes you’d get from having one sandwich in L. A. Ask Romney. Got that Utah vote, huh, Mitt?  Ground swell, and grass roots support are important, however. The sheer volume of interest amounts to some votes. Just seeing the name, “Trump” on the ballot is worth something.

Now I want you to notice, with all this information, and input, Hillary will continue to ride the anti-gun train right into the desert. It sounds good. She thinks that’s what everyone wants to hear. She dodges certain issues. If Sanders wants to win, all he has to do is change his name to Bernie Ben Gazi, and she’ll never mention him again. Guns? BANG! The shot heard ‘round the world, and Hillary will fall from the saddle. We saw the end of the Bush era this week. Soon, before this is over, you will see the Clintons ride into the sunset, too. Fifty years from now school children will giggle at their carryings on. We’re not laughing right now.

That Was The Week That Was

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Week that was this week started slow. I was battling sinus with Claritin and Aleve, and the ol’ brain wasn’t hooking up, but time marches on. I think my sinus came from a Sunday trip to San Antonio, which I detailed in The Battle of the Alamode. This had a funny, yet serious side. The antics if the grandkids were uplifting, unfortunately the United Nations had moved the Alamo to New York City or somewhere so they were deprived of that first visit. No matter, they hadn’t been taught what the building was all about anyway. I went to HEB and bought a copy of the Billy Bob Thornton movie to educate them, but the movie was overruled by “Teen Titans.”

As you know, Judge Scalia died this week. Actually, I dodged this because I couldn’t connect the dots to Texas, but eventually wrote Judge Scalia Saga when I found out that no autopsy was ordered, and Obama was being, well, Obama. Personally, I don’t see any mystery in his death, but hey folks, JFK got his head blown off in front of thousands of people and even he got an autopsy, albeit illegal because his body was spirited to DC so the CIA could set the results.

Once in a blue, blue moon I actually research a subject and try to be informative. The Great Peace was such an effort. I’ve learned that when I research a subject, and use four syllable words I fail miserably. Jus’ sayin’. All the article was saying was we, as a people, have “been there, done that.” ISIS is no crisis, and it really doesn’t matter who is in the White House, the song remains the same.

After the overwhelming success of that article I retreated to Texas subjects again, and wrote right off the top of my head. Texas Has Survived simply laid out facts that make the Yankees mad, and Texans glad. Texas is an easy subject because Norte’s are so bad. They barrel down here by the plane load just to tell us that we don’t know what we’re doing. Enjoy your brisket, gringos!

After a week of non-events, Donald Trump delivered Cruz a profound butt-stomping and I did a political article analyzing the contenders for the nomination, one not contending anymore as the Bush dynasty died nasty. Slobber and Vote wasn’t kind, but it brought things down to a manageable level with good common sense. I particularly like my last paragraph. It was apparent that the Claritin worked, and I could see my laptop again.

So, as we march toward Super Tuesday with anticipation Texas marches toward divorcing America like an unfaithful wife. I am reminded of the Talking Heads song saying, “Same as it ever was,” but liberals need “Start swimming, or they’ll sink like a stone because times they are a changing!” I get a laugh at all the Hollywood types who swear they’ll leave the US if Trump wins. I’m cool with that, just don’t come to Texas! The liberals have held sway for seven and one-half years, and as it draws to a close they are showing their colors. They put Obama in office because he’s black, and now they are trying to follow up by putting Hillary in office because she’s a woman. And they call me a racist!

In a healthy political environment you can disagree. The actual difference between a liberal and a conservative is about ten percent, but the libtards try to make it seem like conservatives are from another planet. That’s what happens when your kids don’t study the Alamo.

Texas Has Survived

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Texas has survived in spite of continual attacks for the last one hundred and eighty years! From the time that Santa Anna crossed the Rio Grande until the attacks on the Red River by the BLM, Texas has been a target for outlanders looking to clean up on the Lone Star State. During this entire time Texas has maintained at least a semblance of sovereignty, forging ahead to create the tenth largest economy in the world. Low taxes, willing workers, and a fine climate have lured corporations not back to the United States, but back to Texas!

The secessionist movement draws a lot of negative attention, but the Texas movement is one of seriousness. When Houston, Austin, Crockett, and others, fought for independence in 1836, they formed a coalition under the rule of law, with many arguments as to who controlled what, where the money was going to come from, declarations of independence, and planning the war against a lawless regime, quite similar to the one the Americans have imposed today!

Entrenched governments always have more guns than they need, and they use those guns to impose their will. Notice in the events in Nevada, and Oregon, the rule of law was second, guns were the tools of choice when government tries to make its point. Now they have Cliven Bundy in custody, and are stacking up to ninety-six years prison time on him, and they’re still ignoring the rule of law, and still depending on their guns!

Ok, let’s get to the bottom line. If Nevada or Oregon secedes from the union what does America really loose? Vegas and a few fish. If Texas leaves they lose the bottom dollar supporting just about their entire show, a butt-load of gasoline, cars, cows, and even that little pill they have to take every night to keep their girlfriends happy!   Texas has it all, hell ya’ll, we’ve even got Ebola!

The main stream media rails against Texas, making fun of our hats, girls, and our guns, but the alternative media streams more from Texas than any other place. Raging Elephants, Alex Jones, and even Glenn Beck continue to pound facts up the MSM’s posterior, and after Glenn’s little statement about God killing Judge Scalia, I’ll agree he’s two bubbles short of plumb, but he’s still in Texas! Ted Cruz is from Texas! Hey, if that African witch doctor in the White House can say he’s from Hawaii, Ted can say he’s from Houston, ok? You see, Texas is not all bent up about where your feet hit the ground first so long as you got to Texas as soon as you could.

You won’t see a great war of independence in Texas, you’ll just wake up one day and we’ll be gone. Texas is a de-facto republic, and I’ve sat on the Capitol grounds, listening to some Yankee go on and on about how silly we are, but that’s why he was in Texas in the first place. Weren’t no money left in New York! The main thing you need to know is that Texas will survive. The economy will continue to grow, people will continue to stream across the borders, and yes, oil prices are down, but the gas still burns! The only thing we have to watch out for is people bringing liberal ideas in, ruining a good thing. California is just a pretty prison. The state of Nevada belongs to the Fed, and Syria is safer to live in than Chicago, and boys and girls, if you don’t believe that, then I’ve still got that bridge on sale!

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.

Simple Ol’ Boy From Austin

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God Bless Americans

God bless Americans. With all the talk about seceding, I’d like to give my understanding, and prediction to what will most likely happen to the American union in the next fifty years. This is natural evolution. One mistake that governments make is drawing lines. It happened in the Middle East. The powers that were drew straight lines and said, “This is Iraq, this is Syria, Egypt,” and so forth and so on without any consideration of tribal loyalties, family, religious differences, or politics of the inhabitants therein. Just turn on CNN if you want to see how well this worked. When the thirteen colonies sued for independence from England, their borders had been defined by the common interests of the settlers who had been there since the pilgrims set foot on Plymouth Rock. As manifest destiny “manifested” itself, the states that came about west of the Mississippi were more “straight line,” than natural. Texas and Utah are prime examples. Brigham Young had a vastly different vision of “Deseret” its boundaries included Utah, Nevada, and parts of New Mexico, Arizona, Oregon, California, Idaho, Wyoming and Colorado. Young had it set up with the capitol being in Salt Lake City, of course he would be the governor, and the form of government would be a Theodemocracy. The US “defined” that to conform to what they considered to be a more feasible layout.
Texas had the same problem. The original Republic of Texas was not the manicured track of land we see today. While not being as adventurous as the Mormon plan, it was still considerably larger than the Lone Star State we find today. Imagine a saber tooth tiger reduced to Tony the tiger, and the US Government thought that was greeeeeaaaaat! The original boundaries were arrived at by people with a common interest. In spite of the reformed lines defining Utah, Mormon influence is most certainly evident in the population inhabiting the region today. It does not stop at the borders imposed by congress! Cattle and oil are very disrespectful of the modern borders of Texas. Manual adjustments will never coincide with natural lay of the land.
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?
The Ottoman Empire had a pretty good run. Then, one day, someone in Turkey issued an edict, and people in a land far, far away said, “We ain’t gonna do that,” and the Empire didn’t really have the muscle to enforce the act. Slowly, but surely more and more people around the Empire began to stand up, and before long, there was still an Ottoman Empire, but it was kind of like being a Mason. All hat and no cattle. This will be the destiny of what you know as the United States.
The Fed has a choice; let nature take its course, or declare war on its entire people. The Beltway against everybody else. This won’t be North vs South, black against white, Baptists against Methodists, this will be “us” against “them,” them being the elite that have set up royalty to rule over us. Uh, they’re going to lose. In every civilization the people will only take so much before they rise up and call a halt to the whole thing. (Did someone say, “Tea Party?”) The end will come. The only variable is what forms after this event. The United States will dissolve into “regions,” of people with a common history, and common interests. Texas will produce cattle and oil, the Midwest will grow wheat, and California, well, we all know what California will be growing. These regions will have free trade, and common language, and most likely a common currency. Unfortunately there will not be any room for something like the Federal Reserve because the economy will most likely be based on things like gold, silver and oil. The Federal Reserve is based on toilette paper.
Now, of course, the former United States, i.e. being just Washington D. C. by then, will kick, and scream, and sling snot, but they will be just like the Ottoman Empire. This is not to say these regions will not come together during times of need to face a common problem. Someone knocks a couple of buildings down in New York, the regions form an Army, go over there, blow up their country, and then come home. Let them put their country back together and don’t knock down any of our buildings again.
There won’t be any more telling Texas how much oil it can produce, or sending Kansas wheat to Syria, or worrying about what Russia is up to. This will be a true American Union with the interests of each region being centered on that particular region. The interests of people in El Paso will be closer to those of people in Santa Fe, than those of people in New York, but the New Yorkers will still eat steak! If you want to smoke a joint, and marry your same sex friend just don’t go to Deseret, go to California and live the dream. Don’t be a Muslim advocating Sharia Law. These regions will be very steadfast in what they subscribe to, and unfortunately foreign governments (and that’s what Sharia Law is, folks) imposing their will upon an unwilling people will not be tolerated.
Can’t happen, you say? All you liberals out there cite the power of the Government? The power of the government is the people. Five hundred and thirty five arrogant fools cannot dictate to three hundred million citizens. Liberals crack me up. They depend upon a huge government to impose their ideas on the masses. True freedom comes from the people, and when those people get a taste of real freedom it’s gonna get bad. I’m not saying this birth of a nation will be without pain. I’m saying that hopefully, conservative common sense will prevail, and conservative minded people will see that there is more benefit in forming a new understanding that tearing up the entire nation trying to preserve a system that is nowhere near what the founding fathers had in mind in the first place. The world will be watching as cars come rolling out of Detroit, rib eyes out of Texas, and avocados out of California. The quality of American goods will go back up because this will make America Great Again! God bless America? No! God bless Americans!

Simple Ol’ Boy From Austin

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Get a President This Time

The Republican Party has long since moved away from any kind of representation of its constituents into full blown hypocrisy. There was a time when a dynamic personality would come along and take the populace by storm, and the party would leap to the task. Did someone say, “Eisenhower?” Everyone knew he was going to be president, all they had to do was wait for the election to make it official. Reagan too! So now we have Donald Trump. What amazes me is all the losers in the party who have so much to say about what he says, yet have nothing to say about what they think would be a better idea. The Tea Party came about just to get away from idiots like that.
Let’s look at this. Trump doesn’t want illegal aliens here. Jeb Bush is worried about offending illegal aliens. We know he likes aliens. Did someone say nineteen hijackers? Now, I realize Jeb is from Florida, with Miami being the largest city in Cuba, but do we let illegals vote? I mean when did they get a voice? The party brass responds in concert about how Trump’s ideas won’t work as thousands upon thousands of people flock to his speeches. In contrast the Democrats all rally around Hillary, as she washes the blood from her hands, and shove a two by four up her butt to keep her standing up.
I voted Republican because I believe in family values. I don’t give a flip about gay marriage, I just want the CPS to quit stealing and selling our kids to pedophiles. Forget Planned Parenthood, defund the CPS. They steal so many kids they can’t find software powerful enough to keep up with them all. Family values is what attracts me to Trump. The vain hope that the country just may get stronger, mom’s apple pie will be back in the window sill, and Bruce Gender will not be the woman of the year.
Then, of course, there’s the specter of Mitt Romney. Now, I’m going to be blunt here so you might as well get your crying towels out! Way back in California, in the desert, with a bottle of Jim Beam, I told you people why Romney would never win. He’s a Mormon. Swat them bees, swat them bees. Three things worked against him. First, of course, being a Mormon. For all the spin they are still the polygamous cult out in the desert that sends people to your door. Second, being a Mormon, he was squeaky clean. That’s not human. Trump, by contrast, is not that clean. He marries beautiful foreign girls, has a drop dead gorgeous daughter and makes tons of money. Third, my mother told me that it was almost impossible to unseat a sitting president. Obama is bad, yes, but he’d been in office for four years and Americans just don’t like to change horses in mid-stream. The Republicans had to run somebody so they picked a guy that would look good giving a concession speech.
Well, the landscape has changed. Obama is going to retire. The hope of the Democrats is a woman with more scandals than Mylie Cyrus, and Trump is taking the country by storm. The perfect storm. So why the party brass can’t just shut up and let this pony run? Because (now pay attention) we really have a one party system, that’s why. They get together and run a Mormon against a seated president and stood back snake amazed when Obama played basketball with his head. It was always in the cards, folks. Supposed to happen that way. Trump, on the other hand, is a spoiler. He doesn’t owe the brass or any special interest groups a cent, has his own ideas, even his own plane. What we’ll have is Teddy Roosevelt on steroids in the White House, if he even moves in. Someone who, when facing the Chinese at negotiation tables, will be the same New York real estate broker who’s been screwing them for years.
Right now the Republican Party is wearing out political favors to ruin Trump. And forget Ben Carson. After Obama, I don’t think any of us alive now will live to see another black president, and that’s sad because Carson is a good man. He’s going to make a fine surgeon general. Col West will make a great Atty General, and Cruz will round out the team as vice president. All spoilers! What the Republican Party wants is to run something like Bush, or Rubio so that Hillary will be a shoe in. That way the dynasty continues, and the game remains the same. We don’t need that. Let’s just get a president this time.

Simple Ol’ Boy From Austin

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