Ring The Bell! School’s In!

Ring the bell! School’s In! For those of you who think I’ve lost my mind, I’m going to explain my thoughts on the movement of the kids in this national discussion about gun rights as pertaining to human rights.

I’m including a couple videos here that pretty well sums up my philosophy. I believe the right to defend oneself is ordained by God. Even a good dog has the right to bite. When a nut comes into a school to shoot the cheerleaders you have to have a plan “B!” That’s not debatable. When you’re hiding under a desk while some degenerate is killing your friends you won’t be worried about that comma in the second amendment, you’ll be worried about your ass!

The kids in the March For Our Lives movement have heard the “pops,” and are trying to get their minds around the sound. The country is polarized. The far right wants to give free AR15s to everyone, and the far left wants the cops to kick in every door to take all the guns and melt them down. Unfortunately, most of us are somewhere in between.

Are the kids being “managed?” Why hell yeah! Remember, these ARE kids. Six weeks ago they were looking forward to Easter Break, and now they are the guests of Bill Mahr. That’s pretty heady stuff. The left, with its agenda, is still smoking the glass pipe, hoping to rebuild America in their Utopian vision of galloping unicorns and a perfect society. It is our job, as conservatives, to at least have dialogue with the boys and girls without coming at them like the Hell’s Angels.

The kids are alright. No matter how the Main Stream Media spins it, the founders of this movement were ducking bullets a few weeks ago. We need to keep them informed. The same teachers who are cheering them on did NOT teach them about the constitution. We need to pick up that job.

We have been debating the second amendment for decades. This next generation will be debating it in the light of a generation that grew up in the shadow of school shootings. They really believe that one, it is possible to rid America of all guns, and two, that will end all violence and murder. You and I know that is all nonsense. There are bad men out there, and the whores ain’t ladies!

When I saw the crowds on Saturday I took notice. The anti-gun lobby now has a powerful tool. The words, the visualization, and the public sentiment were all perfect. In contrast the MOAR (Mother Of All Rallies) last year was an abject failure. We looked like fools! That’s why myself, and so many others distanced ourselves from the so-called “Patriot” movement. And it’s not just the numbers. Remember the “Women’s March?” Clogged up the streets of Austin. All hat, and no cattle. And the hats were vagina hats. The gay community invited itself to the March and then THEY looked like fools. There is a vast difference between some old fat chick standing there with a twat on her head, and Emma González reciting the names of the dead with tears streaming down her young cheeks.

We must address gun violence in America. We must address mental illness. We must address radical views on the left, AND the right. We must address the evolution of our public schools from education to indoctrination, and we must apply common sense! I’m not giving my Colt Peacemaker up. Been my closest friend too many times, and I don’t live in a Yellow Submarine. I live in TEXAS! We need to speak to these kids reasonably, and not just recite sound bites or quote talking points. I joined their groups. They received me with open arms, and in spite of who I am, and what I represent, they LISTENED, but you know what, I listened TOO!

The Butcher!




Who Is Emma González?

Who Is Emma González? Emma is a phenomenon. She is an eighteen year old Parkland survivor with a crew cut, wearing a Cuban flag, and commanding the undivided attention of the nation Saturday with six minutes and twenty seconds of silence, standing motionless with tears streaming down her face.

“ At the end of the day, we don’t want people to have their guns taken away. We just want the people to be more responsible. We want civilians to have to go through more rolls of red tape to get what they want, because if any of that tape can stop those who shouldn’t own a gun from owning a gun, then our government will have done something right.”

The right took off after her like a bunch of wild dogs. She claims Cuban decent, but she has no accent, and doesn’t speak Spanish. Therefore she must be lying, they reason. If she had a thick accent it her American citizenship would come into question. Republican Steve King (Iowa) opened his xenophobic pie hole to say, “This is how you look when you claim Cuban heritage yet don’t speak Spanish and ignore the fact that your ancestors fled the island when the dictatorship turned Cuba into a prison camp, after removing all weapons from its citizens; hence their right to self defense,” During the campaign, President Trump, in Iowa, asked, “How stupid are the people of Iowa?” Please see the above.

“When we’ve had our say with the government — and maybe the adults have gotten used to saying ‘it is what it is,’ but if us students have learned anything, it’s that if you don’t study, you will fail. And in this case if you actively do nothing, people continually end up dead, so it’s time to start doing something.”

The Cuban flag she wears was in place long before Castro came along, and Emma’s father fled Cuba to get AWAY from Castro. Before any talk of a wall the Cubans were getting away as fast as they could paddle! Emma descends from Cubans looking for a better life in America. Emma found death in school!

She is the driving force, and the poster child of the March For Our Lives movement. There are others, but they’re not Emma. Five weeks ago she was just another student running, and hoping Cruz couldn’t draw a bead on her back. She picked herself up off the ground and took on the NRA. Pretty good for a teenage girl with a crew cut.

“We were going to be the ones who sat down and talked about it and made sure that we were going to be the ones who were going out into Congress and telling them, this is our fight now because you messed it up so badly that you left it to the kids and now it’s our job. You can’t try to take that back from us.”

I don’t know her mind, but it appears that she is a straight forward girl. She doesn’t buy into the time worn logic of “it is what it is!” Emma is at the forefront of changing “what it is.” In time there are those who’ll dig up dirt on her. Slander this eighteen year old high school student. The question posed at the beginning of this article, who is Emma González? Emma González is an AMERICAN! Or at least what used to be an American.

Times The ARE A Changing!

You Better Start Swimming or You’ll Sink Like a Stone For The Times They Are a Changing.

The words reverberate down through the years from the turmoil of the sixties all the way through the Iraq war to today. Movements come and go. Most of them come to nothing, like men talking about great ideas in a bar, and at last call the words are left on the floor, forgotten. Then, once in every generation, a rise of ideas confronts us that grows exponentially. The peace movement during Vietnam was such. Laughable hippies filling the streets with flowers in their hair. When they came of age, and filled the halls of Congress, and we stopped laughing.

March For Our Lives is such a movement. From the start I’d like to say that seeing all those young people in the streets marching peacefully touched my heart. Such a difference from the hate filled Black Lives Matter or ANTIFA, or fat women with vagina hats on. Young people. Our future if we like it or not!

Laughable hippies filling the streets with flowers in their hair. When they came of age, and filled the halls of Congress, and we stopped laughing.

The kids don’t understand politics, and they shouldn’t! They think masses of people, agreeing, should be heard. As you get older you become complacent. With jobs, marriage, bills, and LIFE, you begin to feel the helplessness and remoteness of the American situation, and there comes a day when just getting by is a victory in itself. The kids still have the exuberance of youth and they’ll soon shake the windows and rattle the walls of congress before that energy is expended.

Parkland was not that big of an event. It was no Sandy Hook, or Las Vegas, or even a Luby’s, but it was enough! It was the point when we suddenly realized that as a people we’d become accustomed to such events, but then the national conscience awoke, and we asked ourselves, “What are we doing!” If we are Gun Control or Second Amendment, it doesn’t matter! We have become like Romans, sitting in the Colosseum, ranking the numbers of dead.

The kids still have the exuberance of youth and they’ll soon shake the windows and rattle the walls of congress before that energy is expended.

The lesbian girl, with the crew cut. I poked some fun at her, but she has such a pretty face. Little bright eyes. Now, imagine those eyes dull, staring blankly into space, her childish voice stilled forever. She’s a hell of a lot more pleasant to listen to than ANTIFA! All she wants to do is go to school, and live to come home.

What you saw in Washington, Austin, and countless other cities around the nation yesterday was a movement that can evolve into a voting block. Getting that many people together on such short notice was phenomenal. In Texas, we would plan an event for months. TV, radio, articles, and word of mouth, and we’d do good to get a hundred people if we offered naked women and beer! This movement has life. Soros didn’t do this. Hillary didn’t do this, and the Russians were nowhere to be found. This was kids who were just tired of being shot at!

So, we’d better start swimming or we’ll sink like a stone because this movement is very real my friends. These kids are in our streets, and in our face with blood on their clothes, and blood in their eyes and times, they are a changing!

Our world was Vietnam, MLK, Nixon, and Clinton. Their world is the active shooter. They don’t have fire drills, they have LIVE fire drills. Run, hide, fight. What to do when the time comes to put the books down, and barricade the door. And we sit in the coliseum judging each event against the previous ones. There are politicians, and conservative news commentators second guessing the young man who has taken the lead in this movement, challenging if he really knew any of the dead at Parkland. Well, I challenge those naysayers. You can’t imagine what it’s like to be in a mass murder. I can. I was at Luby’s. It doesn’t matter if that young man was watching the shooter kill, or hiding in a toilette, he understands the reality of such an event. He has heard the pops!

So, we’d better start swimming or we’ll sink like a stone because this movement is very real my friends. These kids are in our streets, and in our face with blood on their clothes, and blood in their eyes and times, they are a changing!

Boing Boing Boing

Boing Boing Boing! Well, it’s been an interesting week friends and neighbors. We had the Austin Bomber, who like Bonnie and Clyde, had a rather limited career. See, that’s how Texas does it. Out in California homicidal nuts write books and smile on TV. I was amazed recently that Charles Manson’s estate was being probated in court. Estate? He was a convict doing quadruple life. Apparently he’d written books, sold autographs, had a clothing line and radio spots. In Texas his estate would have been a cardboard box with old socks and a radio.

The bomber was the story of the week, however. The police are looking for a motive. Uh, he was crazy? Try that theory. We need to stop analyzing millennials. The only millennials I’m interested in is girl millennials. Boing Boing Boing. Oh, FYI, where I got “Boing” From was my granddaughter, Puck. Recently she renamed herself “Boing!” Hey! For nine years she called herself after an Apple Computer mouse. Go figure.

Not surprisingly I did not go after the kid’s anti-gun movement. Too much hype there. Follow the money. Of course there’s a fifteen year old lesbian with a crew cut. And someone CALLED her a fifteen year old lesbian with a crew cut which incurred the wrath of all the other fifteen year old lesbians with crew cuts. Fifteen year old lesbian with a crew cut. Yeah, right. Boing Boing Boing

Gonna take tomorrow off and hang out with my crippled up cat, Mouser. Mouser’s an alcoholic and I’m trying to get him on a twelve step program. He’s got a bad leg so no Boing in him. We understand each other.

Bill the Butcher