Well, the WingNuts is a flyin! The LasVegas PD is revising the time line for the mass shooting. Originally it was believed the shooter abated upon the involvement of a security guard he observed coming down the hall via the camera he’d set up on a service cart, not observed by any personnel during the entire time rounds were popping off. Now they claim the the guard was actually the first shot, and hung around the passage trying to decide if he should file a complaint with the front desk or not. Talk about what happens in Vegas staying in Vegas! It would be like the Kennedy motorcade proceeding on to the Trade Mart after the assassination.

Conspiracy theorists love what they call “false flags.” Everything’s a false flag. There are more flags flying than on top of a circus tent filled with clowns. This event is falling under two categories. The shooter was ISIS and they actually did the shooting or he was CIA and THEY did the shooting. Of course either or shot Paddock making him the fall guy.

Then there was this video put out explaining how EVERYTHING is a false flag. Details about how all 22,000 concert goers were hired “crises actors,” and no one was actually killed. Now, I’m just a Simple Ol’ Boy From Austin, but did I miss something here? I’m getting notices every five minutes from Alex Jones as he finds yet another reptilian shooter on whatever grassy knoll Las Vegas has to afford.

This won’t get any better folks. It’s just getting started. Amazing no security cameras caught a thing. I mean a high end hotel in Vegas with cameras set up to see if you’re counting cards with you eyes totally missed everything! If you believe that have I got a bridge for you, and it’s on sale! Flying saucers? Flying WingNuts! Only took a week before claims of no bodies surfaced. As you remember there weren’t any bodies at Sandy Hook either. Must’ve been taken by aliens to Area 51.

We will all be dead of old age before this is resolved. No, I take that back. They’re still saying weird things about Lincoln’s death. Personally, I think John Wilkes Booth and Mary Todd Lincoln were having an affair! Where do you think Billy the Kid came from? There’s no real evidence of his birth and that’s NOT him in that grave in New Mexico! It’s true, it’s true! I saw it on TV!


Lazy Days and Mondays

Lazy days and Mondays. About the only thing of merit the government has done in the last fifty years is the jockeying of holidays to Monday. If you want my thoughts on the matter I think every Monday should be a holiday. I can’t remember ever getting up all excited about Monday.

Friday’s are cool, but if you have a Friday holiday, such as Thanksgiving, our one four day relief, then it makes Monday a real MONDAY! Makes you wonder how many executions are conducted on that day. In addition to everything else that sucks about Monday, imagine waking up dead! And not even a party the night before. In Texas your last meal is whatever the prison is serving that day. With my luck it would be a Monday and tuna day all at the same time. Now if that won’t rehabilitate you I’m not a white boy from Austin!

The banks, and all the utilities are closed on holidays, so I’m confident they won’t turn my lights off today, and my money’s safe for at least another twenty-four hours. Monday is football, and with it being a holiday they’ll be playing their fool heads off. I never watch football because I don’t understand it, and with all the knee jerk reactions coming out of the Negro Football League that’s just one more reason not to sit for hours with friends pretending I’m having a good time.

I’ll probably grill something. I’ve gotten lazy of late, and taken to buying smoked brisket from a local butcher down the road. Then I throw a couple pieces of wood on the grill, add the pre-cooked meat, open up some potato salad, and tell my guests I cooked all night just for them! I’m such an ass. Since I don’t have a private life outside of my dog, and she’s not talking, there’s no one to put the lie to me, and the guests wind up drunk anyway. Monday’s don’t suck near as bad when you’re retired because you sometimes wake up, and not know what day it is anyway. And you don’t care!

Every American Should Read This

I didn’t write this, but every American should read it!

My Leftist friends (as well as many ardent #Never Trumpers) constantly ask me if I’m not bothered by Donald Trump’s lack of decorum. They ask if I don’t think his tweets are “beneath the dignity of the office.”

Here’s my answer:

This is because, while we were playing by the rules of dignity, collegiality and propriety, the Left has been, for the past 60 years, engaged in a knife fight where the only rules are those of Saul Alinsky and the Chicago mob.

I don’t find anything “dignified,” “collegial” or “proper” about Barack Obama’s lying about what went down on the streets of Ferguson in order to ramp up racial hatreds because racial hatreds serve the Democratic Party. I don’t see anything “dignified” in lying about the deaths of four Americans in Benghazi and imprisoning an innocent filmmaker to cover your tracks. I don’t see anything “statesman-like” in weaponizing the IRS to be used to destroy your political opponents and any dissent. Yes, Obama was “articulate” and “polished” but in no way was he in the least bit “dignified,” “collegial” or “proper.”

The Left has been engaged in a war against America since the rise of the Children of the ’60’s. To them, it has been an all-out war where nothing is held sacred and nothing is seen as beyond the pale. It has been a war they’ve fought with violence, the threat of violence, demagoguery and lies from day one – the violent take-over of the universities – till today.

The problem is that, through these years, the Left has been the only side fighting this war. While the Left has been taking a knife to anyone who stands in their way, the Right has continued to act with dignity, collegiality and propriety. With Donald Trump, this all has come to an end. Donald Trump is America’s first wartime president in the Culture War. During wartime, things like “dignity” and “collegiality” simply aren’t the most essential qualities one looks for in their warriors. Ulysses Grant was a drunk whose behavior in peacetime might well have seen him drummed out of the Army for conduct unbecoming. Had Abraham Lincoln applied the peacetime rules of propriety and booted Grant, the Democrats might well still be holding their slaves today. Lincoln rightly recognized that, “I cannot spare this man. He fights.” General George Patton was a vulgar-talking, son-of-a-bitch. In peacetime, this might have seen him stripped of rank. But, had Franklin Roosevelt applied the normal rules of decorum, then Hitler and the Socialists would barely be five decades into their thousand-year Reich.

Trump is fighting. And what’s particularly delicious is that, like Patton standing over the battlefield as his tanks obliterated Rommel’s, he’s shouting, “You magnificent bastards, I read your book!” That is just the icing on the cake, but it’s wonderful to see that not only is Trump fighting, he’s defeating the Left using their own tactics. That book is Saul Alinsky’s Rules for Radicals – a book so essential to the Liberals’ war against America that it is and was the playbook for the entire Obama administration and the subject of Hillary Clinton’s senior thesis. It is a book of such pure evil, that, just as the rest of us would dedicate our book to those we most love or those to whom we are most indebted, Alinsky dedicated his book to Lucifer.

Trump’s tweets may seem rash and unconsidered but, in reality, he is doing exactly what Alinsky suggested his followers do.

First, instead of going after “the fake media” – and they are so fake that they have literally gotten every single significant story of the past 60 years not just wrong, but diametrically opposed to the truth, from the Tet Offensive to Benghazi, to what really happened on the streets of Ferguson, Missouri – Trump isolated CNN. He made it personal. Then, just as Alinsky suggests, he employs ridicule which Alinsky described as “the most powerful weapon of all”

Everyone gets that it’s not just CNN – in fact, in a world where Al Sharpton and Rachel Maddow, Paul Krugman and Nicholas Kristof are people of influence and whose “reporting” is in no way significantly different than CNN’s – CNN is just a piker.

Most importantly, Trump’s tweets have put CNN in an untenable and unwinnable position. With Trump’s ability to go around them, they cannot simply stand pat. They need to respond. This leaves them with only two choices. They can either “go high” (as Hillary would disingenuously declare of herself and the fake news would disingenuously report as the truth) and begin to honestly and accurately report the news or they can double-down on their usual tactics and hope to defeat Trump with twice their usual hysteria and demagoguery.

The problem for CNN (et al.) with the former is that, if they were to start honestly reporting the news, that would be the end of the Democratic Party they serve. It is nothing but the incessant use of fake news (read: propaganda) that keeps the Left alive.

Imagine, for example, if CNN had honestly and accurately reported then-candidate Barack Obama’s close ties to foreign terrorists (Rashid Khalidi), domestic terrorists (William Ayers), the mafia (Tony Rezko) or the true evils of his spiritual mentor, Jeremiah Wright’s, church. Imagine if they had honestly and accurately conveyed the evils of the Obama administration’s weaponizing of the IRS to be used against their political opponents or his running of guns to the Mexican cartels or the truth about the murder of Ambassador Christopher Stevens and the Obama administration’s cover-up.

This makes “going high” a non-starter for CNN. This leaves them no other option but to ratchet up the fake news, conjuring up the next “nothing burger” and devoting 24 hours a day to hysterical rants about how it’s “worse than Nixon.”

This, obviously, is what CNN has chosen to do. The problem is that, as they become more and more hysterical, they become more and more obvious. Each new effort at even faker news than before and faker “outrage” only makes that much more clear to any objective observer that Trump is and always has been right about the fake news media.

And, by causing their hysteria, Trump has forced them into numerous, highly embarrassing and discrediting mistakes. Thus, in their desperation, they have lowered their standards even further and run with articles so clearly fake that, even with the liberal (lower case “l”) libel laws protecting the media, they’ve had to wholly retract and erase their stories repeatedly.

Their flailing at Trump has even seen them cross the line into criminality, with CNN using their vast corporate fortune to hunt down a private citizen for having made fun of them in an Internet meme. This threat to “dox” – release of personal information to encourage co-ideologists to visit violence upon him and his family — a political satirist was chilling in that it clearly wasn’t meant just for him. If it were, there would have been no reason for CNN to have made their “deal” with him public.

Instead, CNN – playing by “Chicago Rules” – was sending a message to any and all: dissent will not be tolerated.

This heavy-handed and hysterical response to a joke on the Internet has backfired on CNN, giving rise to only more righteous ridicule.

So, to my friends on the Left – and the #Never Trumpers as well — do I wish we lived in a time when our president could be “collegial” and “dignified” and “proper”? Of course I do. These aren’t those times. This is war. And it’s a war that the Left has been fighting without opposition for the past 50 years.

So, say anything you want about this president – I get it, he can be vulgar, he can be crude, he can be undignified at times. I don’t care. I can’t spare this man. He fights.

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Spiritual WiFi

When your phone goes down, combined with having no internet it produces a new mental condition causing anxiety, depression, and a profound feeling of loneliness. The sound of silence is so profound it overshadows everything. We have become so used to constant contact to the planet that even a slight delay in a download irritates us. Recently I caught the virus.

For no reason at all my iPhone went dark. At first I thought that it had updated and was recycling. No, it had passed. It went suddenly, without pain, but I performed CPR on it, pressing the home and on/off buttons simultaneously, trying to shock its system back, but eventually had to admit that my iPhone had gone to join all those iMacs in the sky. I found myself at the cell phone provider, and happily I had insurance, but my replacement wouldn’t be here until tomorrow. TOMORROW! Freaking TOMORROW? As in overnight without a phone? Didn’t they realize I get upset about a thirty second download?

I went home trying to be brave. I had my iPad, but always relying on my iPhone hot spot, I did not have WiFi in my house. I soon discovered an iPad is basically a paperweight without an internet connection. My literary soul was a prisoner of the cloud. Eventually I put it down and just sat there. My cocktail wasn’t even any good. The internet had denatured the alcohol. I began to look around the house. No TV, I don’t use them, no magazines, newspapers, only a leather bound, King James Bible.

I stood there looking at it, and finally picked it up, making my way back to the porch. It was an exquisite Bible. The leather lending its fragrance to the pages, and the letters were large, which is always nice. I opened it, and began to thumb through its pages. I always check out the Sermon on the Mount. As I began to read, where my iPad had lost its magic, the Bible was the same as the day I set it down, but with one difference. You simply can’t read the Bible online. The act of actually turning the pages creates a feeling. Without all the internet commentary the words become clearer. The old English is better than modern translations trying to explain away the simple truths within.

Before I knew it I was skipping around through different books, and each time the reading invoked deep thought, leading me to yet another passage, then another, and another until I realized it was late, and was forced to set it down and retire. I’m a student of Christopher Hitchens, and very much admire his logic, but I differ with him on the origin of man, the universe, morality and the entity I believe to be behind it all. Without literary tricks the reasoning behind the Bible was crystal clear. Oh, and there was something else. I realized why the connection was still there. The feeling I felt when I bought my first Bible at fourteen years old had never left. It was still “five bars!” I like to call it “Spiritual WiFi!”

The Kids Are Alright

The kids are alright. Education is the key. Right Yesterday I saw a video of two UT coeds trying to argue with the Infowars reporter yesterday. They were all about “black this” and “brown that,” and he asked, “What about the man who said that we should not be judged by the color of our skin, but by the content of our character? Do you remember who said that?” They looked confused and said, “No!”
College girlsCOLLEGE girls from the University of Texas! Right behind that was a little girl around ten or so who articulately put the reporter in his place. HER’S is the generation who will change the world, not the two airheads from UT!
Alex Jones
I would not know how to own a person. I couldn’t imagine relating to another human being on that level. I just can’t do it! Of course I see black, just like I see my granddaughter, Puck is a Jew. David Duke says she, and her people are what’s wrong with the world and should be eradicated. David is batshyt crazy!
When I was growing up I often stayed with my uncle in Shreveport who was quite wealthy. He had a housekeeper named Kathleen. I was embarrassed by her constantly serving my meals, cleaning my clothes and room so as much as I could I took care of myself. My uncle explained to me that there was us and then there was them! I could never take that in! I continued to do what I always did and I was 16. Kathleen even brought her daughter to meet me. This could never blossom in Louisiana because it was against the law!
Until my grandkids went to school they’d never heard the word “Nigger!”

Since Killeen is majority black the began to hear nigga all over the school yard. The little kids would run up, give my kids a big hug and call them “my nigga!” Now, my ex was all disturbed by this. People of our generation know what the word implies, but the kids DON’T! They have spun an entirely different meaning and WE are going to die off.Children
The two college girls were poorly informed. The answer is EDUCATION, and part of that education is those statues, but like the Alamo, in their proper place with complete transparency of what they remind us of.
Black Lives Matter, ANTIFA, and the KKK don’t change anything but headlines for the Main Stream Media. The Kids Are Alright, and the Kids ages seven to twelve will change things. We will take our experiences, hates, and prejudices to the grave, and the kids will cover it all up and go on. The Kids Are Alright!Girl


On April 12th 1861, The bankers, the money people, got their way, and Johnny Reb marched north amid hurrahs toward a war that would ultimately ultimately kill 240,000 southern soldiers and support personnel. A quarter million husbands, brothers, fathers, uncles and cousins, to say nothing of best friends and community leaders; all dead. It is safe to say that more than the flower of southern youth died in that pitiless war. The glue that bound southern society together was undone. The financial foundation of the south died on those bloody battlefields too, as did any vision of a future that that held southern towns, counties, states, and regional authorities on a rational course, for the past had been stolen by destruction too utter to comprehend, and without a past, the future has no father to guide it.
Southern hospitals were decimated, as were the schools. Hell came to the south, and, on May 9th, 1865, when Johnny finally came marching home, home turned out to be a word without meaning. Setting aside those few families who were lucky enough to see the return of a loved one, there were no hurrahs: only the weeping of the inconsolable. The devastation of the south was complete. Agriculture, gone. Livestock, gone. Property, destroyed. Roads, torn and unusable. Railroads, useless due to sabotage. It beggars the imagination doesn’t it? But that is the way of war, and that is what the surviving remnants of the southern army came home to.
And more desolation was on it’s way thanks to the final performance of James Wilkes Booth on that cursed day of April 14th 1865, for that act ensured that the fate of the south would lie in the hands of Andrew Johnson, Lincoln’s Vice President, a petty, vengeful martinet who would make 150 years of third world status a certainty for the south. But more of that in the next article in this series, ”A Laudable Intent”.
Now, thanks to westward expansion, and the opportunities that existed everywhere, but the south, Johnny’s descendants live among us, in every state in the union; but the descendants of his widows still dwell in the south, as do the progeny of his orphans, and the truth is, the south is still a separate state. Southern customs, culture, and identity abound, and they differ widely from the rest of the country. No matter how many Walmarts, or McDonalds, or malls the money people put in the south, it will always see outsiders when people from other parts of the union come to their land, trying to assimilate them into the growing wasteland of corporate commercialism that has taken root in America. So, the next time you see a confederate monument pulled down, you think this: that’s not a statue of Saddam that got pulled down, that’s a piece of American history. And, pulling down Saddams statue didn’t weaken Iraqi resolve in the least, why should we believe it will birth anything but resentment and a stronger resolve to remain separate in southern folk? Shouldn’t the present allow the future a glimpse of the past? Shouldn’t American children be allowed to know that Johnny went off to war, and what it was When Johnny Came Marching Home Again?

Fake News

 Fake News. You’ve all heard it. There are even Fake News filters you can download, and tutorials on YouTube to help discern between the real, and the not so real. But, what is Fake News? Where did it come from? How long have the news services been compromised? Can we believe anything delivered to us through the Main Stream Media, or any other source for that matter, and what is the agenda behind the news services who follow this script?

Wikipedia defines Fake News as: Fake news is a type of journalism or propaganda that consists of deliberate misinformation or hoaxes spread via traditional print and broadcast news media or online social media.[1] Fake news is written and published with the intent to mislead in order to gain financially or politically, often with sensationalist, exaggerated, or patently false headlines that grab attention.

There has always been Fake News. The newspaper giants of the mid to late 1800’s worked overnight to out lie one another in order to provide the “Newsies” in the morning with the fodder to sell more papers. Often wittingly or unwittingly these publications provided public support for government where situations required a fired up, and poorly informed public. From the bombing of the Maine, and all the way to the Tonkin Gulf, news stories fanned flames where only a whiff of smoke existed.

About 1917 a small group of industrialists, that’s right, industrialists, got together and understood the power of the press, but more than that understood the power of controlling the press. They figured that if the information systems could be made to sing from the same sheet of music that it would lend legitimacy to the news coming out, and greatly benefit their plans for a more unified world especially if that music were THEIR music!

With a small amount of reasoning it came down to controlling just twenty-five national publications which while giving the illusion of competition, were actually under the command of the same eighteen editors who reported to J. P. Morgan, Rockefeller, and associates. The former literary dog fight became the renowned, and trusted Main Stream Media which eventually bled over to radio, TV, and even movie plots, all dancing together like the Radio City Rockettes. The image was one of integrity and gave the public the comfort of knowing the freedom of the press would KEEP America great, and Walter Cronkite most certainly edited the Ten Commandments for Moses. Gotta be true! We saw Moses at the movies.

This system flourished in full force from WWI all the way to around 1967 when the kids in the street began to point out we had no business in Vietnam no matter WHAT Cronkite said, and the ricochets all over Dealy Plaza were blowing bigger holes in the Warren Report than the one in Kennedy’s head! Fake News can be tricky. There are many variations. Remember the early days of the National Enquirer? We all knew it was a rag, but when there was a picture of a dead monkey with a cigarette in his mouth under a banner headline reading, GOVERNMENT ADMITS DEAD ALIEN FOUND AT ROCKWELL! you’d buy the paper! I know I did. The human trait of reading the absurd makes you want to read stuff you know to be false the same way you’d pay for a ticket to see Clint Eastwood shoot a thug in San Francisco. I know I did that, too!

Now take the Watergate story. Be honest, was Nixon any more crooked than Clinton or Obama? What did he really do. Tried to get some dirt on a Democrat. In the Clinton White House there was dirt. It was on Monica’s knees. The Washington Post, one of those twenty-five newspapers, assigned two reporters to track the story down, expand it, and spoon feed it to the other MSM outlets from sea to shining sea and Nixon got a free ride home! While the story was based in reality the amplification made Nixon’s sin the crime of the century.

Slowly the lines blurred between sources such as the Enquirer and the New York Times that they became indistinguishable. The paradox was that the alternative media began to see the MSM for what it was. They couldn’t compete with the budget of the Times, The Post, or the TV networks so they devised a new plan. The TRUTH! By the turn of the century the MSM had gone so far afield that telling the truth became a novelty, and people like Alex Jones, Crystal Lee Laramore, and Doc Greene saw an opportunity. One other factor began to filter in that changed the playing field. The advent of the internet. Once the satellites were up and spinning any thirteen year old girl could challenge Barbara Walters. For a while the MSM held sway, but after a while it began to take to the net, spinning the same old yarns. It is losing the war!

We as Americans take some things for granted. Politicians work for the bosses, prices will always rise and the Main Stream Media is one hundred percent, certified Fake News! So why do we keep watching it? We do that for the same reason we bought the paper with the monkey on the front page. MSM eroded slowly. At first I, like many others, scanned the headlines believing that even though I knew it was slanted at least the core would be a few facts, and if I took in ABC, CBS, CNN, and the New York Times, that by forming a weighted average I could arrive at the real story. That’s like having seven layers of icing on a crap cake. Bon Appetit! My final exit was after it became common knowledge that President Trump held some responsibility for Hurricane Harvey.

But, it doesn’t stop there. Let me ask you. Let’s have a show of hands. How many of you have ever SEEN An ANTIFA member in person? How about some Black Lives Mattering down at your local police department? When was the last time a member of your local police department shot a twelve year old black kid for waving a stick? I don’t believe I’ll have to take my shoes off to count the hands. How can you tell Fake News? In a word, it’s ALL fake! The MSM filters all its news stories through the same cookie cutter mold that goes all the way from innuendo to outright lies! Then, they saturate the alternative media with preposterous claims in an effort to discredit that sector with the hope of luring the buying public back home. Well, it’s not going to work. People read. They think, and we have a president who calls them out on social media every day. We ASSUME they’re liars, and it doesn’t matter if George Soros is behind it or the Mickey Mouse Fan Club, the store brand is beating the national brand hands down!

Just look at this week alone. National Polls (Oh, that’s another MSM trick) says Trump’s approval rating is down to thirty percent. He fills up a venue in Phoenix. They grudgingly admit he rushed to Houston, but some bag lady posing as a journalist in New York said the First Lady was wearing the wrong shoes. Trump’s eleven year old son wore the wrong shirt a week before. Then they pitch in the story that Michelle Obama is a man, making it look like its source was Alex Jones in yet another effort to discredit him, and by that the entire alternative movement. Bottom line: Trump is the real president, we’re making real strides, and we’re reading REAL news. Where’s that monkey with the cigarette now?

The Unmoved Mover

The origin of morality, the universe, the species, and just about everything else sparks debates that have no answers, and no end. The unmoved mover, which in its Ancient Greek origins reads κινούμενος κινεῖ, is a perfectly logical assumption that the universe, and all that we know simply had to be put into motion by some force not subject to the laws of said universe which simply must obey the laws of physics put upon it by the mover. This evolved from reason, and indeed not a trivial amount of common sense.

Scientists and physicists call it the Big Bang, religious call it God, but you simply must agree that at some point the universe was not here, and now it is. That is the simple part. The difficult part is trying to imply that a bunch of naked apes, such as we are, can have the audacity to propose that we can understand this entity, write authoritative books on the subject, and then enforce our ideas on the other members of society because we, and only we have the “Truth!”

The same logic that applies to the understanding of what we can reason must have happened “In The Beginning” applies equally with what we know simply cannot occur if you take it logically. I know that the universe came to be simply because I’m sitting in it right now drinking a cup of coffee, and smoking a very politically incorrect cigarette. Likewise, my experience and common sense tells me that no teenage boy found approximately eighty-eight pounds of gold in the form of a book, took them and deciphered them from some ancient language by peering through a peep stone or crushing his face into a hat, which ever version you subscribe to, it matters very little. Such an event defies logic. I will be told that these things are beyond logic and we can never understand them, but I ask you, why would an omnipotent creative force go through all the trouble to create a universe, set up the physics by which it operates, wait eons, and then proceed to scrap those principles willy nilly like an out of control child who changes, or ignores the rules of a basketball game simply because the results of the game no longer please him?

 This Gnostic inclination that flows throughout the religious world enforces the same logic I cited above when it tells me that a merchant in the Middle East saw an angel when common sense requires nothing more in that cave except bats, yet there again the arrogance of the race comes into play and tells him he must remove parts of little girls’ anatomy lest she should indulge in exactly what those parts were designed for at some later date, excluding a rape perpetrated by some insightful religious leader who was told to partake of the goods of the body.

This understanding, or misunderstanding of the forces defining our existence run through all religion. The Mover created man, man created religion, and religion is man’s feeble attempt to explain the unexplainable. There will never be a consensus. It’s all bipartisan with absolutely nothing to do with observable facts. Only one factor enters into the fray that throws itself like a cosmic monkey wrench into the well oiled gears of the denominations plying for world domination, and that one thing is Jesus!

Jesus brought everything down to a level that while not explaining how it all fits together does tell us why. Treat others as you’d like to be treated. By judging others you judge yourself because the laws put into place by the unmoved mover apply to all equally no matter how many golden plates or bats you may find. When you give forgiveness it configures you to accept forgiveness, and no matter how hard you work at it you will never be able to do it all right because you are under the impulse of the original creation, good and bad! Jesus’ words were effective, simple, and direct. It was a good simple hamburger. Now we have MacDonalds with Whataburger right across the street.

Where there is organized religion there is money, and money buys power. The Imams buy oil futures, and Mormon prophets buy stock in Coke. They both get around to deep concerns about little girls’ attire. The unmoved mover is very concerned about that, in fact it’s job one. We all look up at the same sky, ask the same questions and end up in the same place, and the world soon forgets us for indeed, we forget ourselves.

The Black Angel of Death

Sometimes when you think you have found a solution to a situation you discover that you left something undone. So it is with me and the CPS. After the roller coaster ride seven years ago, and the fight after, I thought that I, and the “department” had reached an understanding. I was wrong. 
My granddaughter is a type one diabetic. She’s also ten years old, and gets to watch her brothers eat Twinkies as she eats a carrot. Life is not fair for her. For the last two years she’s been on insulin set for a seven year old at around fifty pounds. She sees the doctor monthly, if not more, and up until recently everything was fine. Enter a growth spurt. Suddenly, we had twice as much little girl as we had previously. Combine that with the approach of puberty, and the insulin which had sustained her became useless. 
Weeks before the end of the school year we began to address this, indeed setting up further testing in Utah. When school ended she came with family to Texas for her summer. Her diabetes attacked with a vengeance. High readings ensued, and the application of her medication proved of no value.. There was a ceiling on her daily insulin so when we reached that number it was salad, walking, and more salad. Finally, she went “over the top” and had to go to the hospital. 
During that stay she was put on an insulin drip, and after two days she was back to normal. Her regular doctor was on vacation so the hospital returned her to her regular prescription. This was normal. She came home, and after three days she was back in the hospital again. Now, please note that she was under her doctor’s care the entire time. Enter the CPS.
By this time my little girl’s regular doctor was back, and with his team quickly addressed the problem, changing her medication. Her blood sugar returned to normal. Not good enough for Judy Van Fleet, ace detective and supreme council of the Texas Child Protective Services. With the child in hospital, connected to IVs, Van Fleet arrived around midnight with the police. She couldn’t just pull the needles out of Puck’s little arms and throw her in the back of a van, but upon returning home the family was exposed to the full wrath of the CPS. ALL off the children were questioned about such worthy subjects as what kind of drugs are in the house, where to they sleep, where do WE sleep, do we have a dog, a gun, who’s married to whom, and why is there so much food in the house. 
We returned to Utah to make Puck’s previously arranged appointment, with the full support of the hospital in Texas, indeed with agreement on a professional parties that this situation would require several doctors to formulate a game plan. Perhaps this plan will help other children fighting the Pink Dragon. Please note I said “professional!” I don’t count pedophiles, murderers, or kidnappers as professional. The best interest of the child was the furtherest thing from Van Fleet’s mind as she slobbered over her victory of destroying a family, and quite possibly killing a little girl. Years ago CPS put Puck in a coma while denying her diabetes. 
Therapy picked up in Utah right on schedule. Seems in Utah people believe in family, children, and god, something the Texas CPS lost a long time ago. People of Texas, sometimes you have to go to the next level. People have been so traumatized by CPS that we surrender our most precious children calmly, praying they won’t be raped, or killed today. Little Alex Hill condemns us all from the grave. It’s time to strike.
The only thing the CPS understands is force, fear, and brutality. I’d thought differently, I was wrong. Time to play by the rules they set. Bring the fight to them, and not just in some court with the judge on CPS kickback. It’s time to rid the earth of this vermin, and may God forgive us for not acting sooner. Some of us will fall, but in the end the children will be safe, and this pestilence will be purged, their buildings razed, , and the grown sown with salt. There is no middle ground, there is no “good” Texas CPS. We all have choices in life. Sometimes they aren’t good choices, but we make them, and live with the consequences. I choose hell. I want to be there to welcome every case worker to the infernal regions. Puck will be with Little Alex Hill in The Celestial Kingdom, and that’s good enough for me. My prayer for you, dear reader, is that this time I finish the job so that your children wake up in their beds tomorrow, with their dog at their feet, and mommy and daddy in the next room. Sometimes the solution is the black angel of death.