I was listening to NancyPelosi today. Boy, what a way to start a Saturday, watching the look on that woman's face as she stands there in her $4,500 pants suit. "They", says the daughter of the Wine grower who made her the millionaire she started out as on the floor. They want to stop your daughter from having the Pill!!!!
The word "They" is one of her important launching points. I am going to identify a launching point as the word you use most often to start an attempt to make a point. Her launching point, her favorite word, is "they".
"They want to take away your student loans" (lie). They want to burn your house. They want to make it so your grandmother starves to death. They want to make the air dirty. They want to kill all the fish. They want to destroy your chance or retiring from a union job. They do not pay enough taxes. They do not want to let you have sex without getting pregnant. They do not want you to be able to kill living human child as yet unborn.
They do not want you to enjoy man-to-man sex in public. They do not want you living for free from the government dole. They do not want to share their wealth. They do not want to pay more then THEIR fair share of taxes. They do not want you telling them where to fish. They do not want to give up their guns. They do not want to redistribute American wealth with. Mythical global culture. They do not want to shut off their cars, their air conditioners, or their heart valves. Listen to a jimmy after speech. Listen to any democrat say what they want to do. I will tell you what democrats want to do. They want to take my money and give it to lazy people. I know them, I grew up in the hood. You want the truth? It was populated by people who felt "the man" owed it to them. Most of the men fathered six or more children in 20 years. My friends call the mothers of those children baby mamas" and they spend tax payer working men's money on their dope.
My tax money. On dope, iPhones, and bright bling. I am no racist. But the hood is the hood, and feeding it is like feeding bacteria. They do not go away. they do not grow into sentient beings."
Dear nancy. If I was one thirtieth as nasty, personal, and disgusting as you are on a daily basis? I just might wish you would get, let's say, cancer of the eyes. Or maybe you would fall down a flight of stairs and be unable to get up. But I am not like you Nancy. Those of us that call ourselves The Tea Party do not hate anybody, Nanc. We certainly do not hate people that disagree with us. We do not call them names. We don't accuse them of ridiculous ideology. We do not call them racists. You're the racist, nancy. You and your commie friends or the haters, Nancy. You. Not Them, You.
I do not hate. I love you, dear Nancy. But for the sake of comparative studies, you should listen to yourself. And listen to what you say they are. And who are they, anyway, Nancy? Now they are listing anybody that donates to Obama as an enemy of the state, and as "betting against America", I guess we know who they are. Americans. If opposing losers like you, Nancy, or your Marxist boss? If that makes me an enemy of your state, then count me in. And put me on the list. We are they, we are them, and we are coming to getcha.
The American called TheOnlineFisherman.
Saturday, April 28, 2012
Friday, April 27, 2012
Leave it there...
So today has passed. The election is heating up, and AirForce One
committed to taking the POTUS from place to place telling America how
much worse it would have been if the evil republicans had had their way.
It's interesting, isn't it, to hear people from another political party tell you how evil you are. How your constituency wants to dirty the air, burn crippled children for fodder, and essentially rape and pillage the world until nothing is left but our cigarette butts.
I am a business man. I've never had an honest job in my life. At least one where I worked for somebody else. I've gone from 1 employee (me) to something like 2,700 somewhere in other buildings "answering" to the executives in the Park Avenue NY were in an Excel spreadsheet somewhere on my desktop.
Today? I would like to think that things have changed. That the world is more dark, that politics is more splitting and injurious then it was when I was 20. But it ain't. I remember a peanut farmer named Jimmy Carter. Standing in front of a microphone describing to an America he had taken directly down the shitter of history telling them "the Republicans want to help their rich friends in the Oil Business. Democrats like me mean better. We care for the middle class. Not so with those nasty republicans. No sir. They only care about the rich. "
The America that tore the Oval Office key off of Jimmy's keyring that November long ago has awoken. You might listen to the polls, and watch Rove paint little figures on his little portable white board, and you might listen to Boener say that there's a one third chance the Republicans are going to lose the House of Representatives. That republicans have to be careful.
You think John was talking about losing the house to the democrats? No. Sorry John. You're right, though about one thing. You are gonna lost the house. The rest of the house we failed to take from your lame ass in 2010.
Here is a prophesy from TheOnlineFisherman (me).
Obama loses the white house to Romney. In a landslide. He holds Vermont, NY, and California (maybe). The senate is lost to the Tea Party, and we gain another 50 seats in the House.
And the rain of little squids working for the EPA saying that his philosophy is to "crucify" legitimate American companies, and listening to the UN Likes of Jane Lubchenco saying that "There are winners and losers in Catch Shares, and the winners are the fish" which of course implies that American anglers and their fifth-and-sixth-generation family businesses are the losers.
I can hear it now. "America has thrown a Temper Tantrum". Progressives, get your bags ready. America is about to tell you where to go. And it ain't party-town USA. Your ideology is being exposed for what it is. Rotten to the core. Go back to the colleges that spawned you. And teach your own children the hatred, lack of pride in our nation, and lack of true diversity that you so enjoy. Do it in your house, not mine. I've seen one of your signs somewhere talking about my religion and somebody's penis. Let me re-quite it for you.
Progressive thought is fine. It's sort of like a penis. Be proud of yours. But don't pull it out and wave it in front of my freedom-loving children. Children that will be allowed to read all sides of all stories, and make up their own minds. You will not take our private property, you will not take our country, and you will never take my soul. So help me God.
Goodnight America. Sleep Well. We have a hard day's work in front of us. And the day's end will be November Third, 2012. The night before Barack Hussein Obama will have given his speech. The one that will bring true hope and true change to America. We don't want to go back to Bush's ways. We'll take Regan and leave it there.
It's interesting, isn't it, to hear people from another political party tell you how evil you are. How your constituency wants to dirty the air, burn crippled children for fodder, and essentially rape and pillage the world until nothing is left but our cigarette butts.
I am a business man. I've never had an honest job in my life. At least one where I worked for somebody else. I've gone from 1 employee (me) to something like 2,700 somewhere in other buildings "answering" to the executives in the Park Avenue NY were in an Excel spreadsheet somewhere on my desktop.
Today? I would like to think that things have changed. That the world is more dark, that politics is more splitting and injurious then it was when I was 20. But it ain't. I remember a peanut farmer named Jimmy Carter. Standing in front of a microphone describing to an America he had taken directly down the shitter of history telling them "the Republicans want to help their rich friends in the Oil Business. Democrats like me mean better. We care for the middle class. Not so with those nasty republicans. No sir. They only care about the rich. "
The America that tore the Oval Office key off of Jimmy's keyring that November long ago has awoken. You might listen to the polls, and watch Rove paint little figures on his little portable white board, and you might listen to Boener say that there's a one third chance the Republicans are going to lose the House of Representatives. That republicans have to be careful.
You think John was talking about losing the house to the democrats? No. Sorry John. You're right, though about one thing. You are gonna lost the house. The rest of the house we failed to take from your lame ass in 2010.
Here is a prophesy from TheOnlineFisherman (me).
Obama loses the white house to Romney. In a landslide. He holds Vermont, NY, and California (maybe). The senate is lost to the Tea Party, and we gain another 50 seats in the House.
And the rain of little squids working for the EPA saying that his philosophy is to "crucify" legitimate American companies, and listening to the UN Likes of Jane Lubchenco saying that "There are winners and losers in Catch Shares, and the winners are the fish" which of course implies that American anglers and their fifth-and-sixth-generation family businesses are the losers.
I can hear it now. "America has thrown a Temper Tantrum". Progressives, get your bags ready. America is about to tell you where to go. And it ain't party-town USA. Your ideology is being exposed for what it is. Rotten to the core. Go back to the colleges that spawned you. And teach your own children the hatred, lack of pride in our nation, and lack of true diversity that you so enjoy. Do it in your house, not mine. I've seen one of your signs somewhere talking about my religion and somebody's penis. Let me re-quite it for you.
Progressive thought is fine. It's sort of like a penis. Be proud of yours. But don't pull it out and wave it in front of my freedom-loving children. Children that will be allowed to read all sides of all stories, and make up their own minds. You will not take our private property, you will not take our country, and you will never take my soul. So help me God.
Goodnight America. Sleep Well. We have a hard day's work in front of us. And the day's end will be November Third, 2012. The night before Barack Hussein Obama will have given his speech. The one that will bring true hope and true change to America. We don't want to go back to Bush's ways. We'll take Regan and leave it there.
Monday, April 23, 2012
Put your money where your collective mouths are...
Another day, another perfect example of progressive democracy. As you now, if you wanted to send the government more money, you are quite able to do so. There is even a line on the returns you file providing a "fill in the blank" field so you can do just that. Give them more money.
I am sure you have seen that white boy sitting in the hot tub by now. Or heard, perhaps, of a company by the name of Solyndra, where after their bankruptcy the last of the employees still on the paycheck could be seen dumping desks in the trash bins behind the empty building. Desks that cost you and me somewhere around $1,200 each. Do you have a $1,200 desk? Or a place in a penthouse in Vegas with not one, but two glasses of champagne on the table in the ton? Nice touch, that. Ever her of two and feathering? I have. There used to be a hanging tree on a road in Tampa now called Kennedy Blvd. An icon of the left, Kennedy asked what you could do for your country, not what it should and could and would do for you. God, to have that whoring bastard back would turn the entire progressive movement on its back, right? A true one-percenter, at least he didn't leave his whores in the car in the water under the bridge from your house, so you could go home and get sober enough to call the cops your family hired and gave those turkeys to every thanksgiving. Turkeys and votes were cheaper back than.
I am a creative. I make a living starting the morning with a blank piece of paper. It turns into stories, it turns into instructions, and it turns into commentary like the one I am making now. I love talking to progressives. When they bring up their stand-by lines of fairness, of redistribution soon to be in the form of a global climate tax, I ask them to define situational ethics.
Here is how I define it. Act, don't speak. That is the problem with progressive thought, it is what always leads to the demise of utopian societies run by imperfect men. Situational ethics. Like telling me to share iand be fair, while having an accountant you pay to make sure you pay not one slimy dime more than the law allows. That is why I have an accountant. To make sure that not one dime goes to that dog breath of a government employee sitting in his taxpayer-funded hot tub. End for story. If you want to share and be fair, hire an accountant that makes sure you y the MOST allowed by the law. Not the least.
Put up or shut up. Fire your accountant, and dump the bootleg music. Then we can talk ethics. Or at least start talking truth and actions, not voice and none.
I am sure you have seen that white boy sitting in the hot tub by now. Or heard, perhaps, of a company by the name of Solyndra, where after their bankruptcy the last of the employees still on the paycheck could be seen dumping desks in the trash bins behind the empty building. Desks that cost you and me somewhere around $1,200 each. Do you have a $1,200 desk? Or a place in a penthouse in Vegas with not one, but two glasses of champagne on the table in the ton? Nice touch, that. Ever her of two and feathering? I have. There used to be a hanging tree on a road in Tampa now called Kennedy Blvd. An icon of the left, Kennedy asked what you could do for your country, not what it should and could and would do for you. God, to have that whoring bastard back would turn the entire progressive movement on its back, right? A true one-percenter, at least he didn't leave his whores in the car in the water under the bridge from your house, so you could go home and get sober enough to call the cops your family hired and gave those turkeys to every thanksgiving. Turkeys and votes were cheaper back than.
I am a creative. I make a living starting the morning with a blank piece of paper. It turns into stories, it turns into instructions, and it turns into commentary like the one I am making now. I love talking to progressives. When they bring up their stand-by lines of fairness, of redistribution soon to be in the form of a global climate tax, I ask them to define situational ethics.
Here is how I define it. Act, don't speak. That is the problem with progressive thought, it is what always leads to the demise of utopian societies run by imperfect men. Situational ethics. Like telling me to share iand be fair, while having an accountant you pay to make sure you pay not one slimy dime more than the law allows. That is why I have an accountant. To make sure that not one dime goes to that dog breath of a government employee sitting in his taxpayer-funded hot tub. End for story. If you want to share and be fair, hire an accountant that makes sure you y the MOST allowed by the law. Not the least.
Put up or shut up. Fire your accountant, and dump the bootleg music. Then we can talk ethics. Or at least start talking truth and actions, not voice and none.
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
What do we leave behind?
Today it seems probable that the POTUS is going to appoint an ocean czar. Do some research on the existing science czar, and consider the possibilities of who is going to get appointed to that position.
What we re talking about fellow Americans is an executive order. One that will split our nation's waterways into nine zones to be managed by said czar. He or she will be a globalist. Of that we can rest comfortable with our assumptions. Nine zones that track every drop of water from stream to ocean. From pond to the destruction of social statism off the coast of Greece. From your American waters to the waters of the world.
Under executive order of a man that thinks anyone but him is lower on the intellectual scale, your oceans are about to be given forever and ever, to the United Nations.
For years we have used these pixels to warn our fellow patriots the tides of global statism are going to rise above our necks. Arise until they drown us. Welcome, America, to Agenda 21.
Call your representative. Call your mayor. Call every so-called "leader" you know or ever heard of. Ell the to stop this man. And to stop him now. We can wait until November and watch his statism blow away in the winds of history, and him back to Harvard where God knows he belongs. But have him pass this ocean policy by bypassing ur congress and the rule of law?
And it is over. Our fishing way of life is over.
What we re talking about fellow Americans is an executive order. One that will split our nation's waterways into nine zones to be managed by said czar. He or she will be a globalist. Of that we can rest comfortable with our assumptions. Nine zones that track every drop of water from stream to ocean. From pond to the destruction of social statism off the coast of Greece. From your American waters to the waters of the world.
Under executive order of a man that thinks anyone but him is lower on the intellectual scale, your oceans are about to be given forever and ever, to the United Nations.
For years we have used these pixels to warn our fellow patriots the tides of global statism are going to rise above our necks. Arise until they drown us. Welcome, America, to Agenda 21.
Call your representative. Call your mayor. Call every so-called "leader" you know or ever heard of. Ell the to stop this man. And to stop him now. We can wait until November and watch his statism blow away in the winds of history, and him back to Harvard where God knows he belongs. But have him pass this ocean policy by bypassing ur congress and the rule of law?
And it is over. Our fishing way of life is over.
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
Tell The Truth Mr. President. Please Tell the Truth
Day by day I watch the President go from "Yes we can" to "Yes you will".
With the emphasis on the You Will. This isn't the nation I grew up in.
Not one bit. I guess that these people were -- like Glenn Beck says they
are and which my own personal research says is darkly true -- planning
this for close-on 100 years. A utopian government that takes care of the
stupid little workers, gives them a nice house (choose from an Adobe
Template of five beautiful colors!), ensure that their children are
indoctrinated -- at government cost -- in progressive colleges, and have
a job working for the federal government when they graduate.
I grew up poor as hell. I got relatively rich, and lost every dime of it. Not once during those ups and downs, and the middles like I find myself in now, did I feel that things would be better if only somebody else would somehow make things better for me. I was taught from the time I was a child that it was my responsibility to pay my own electric bill. It was my choice to find a job or find an idea for a company I owned myself. I chose the latter. And while I worked, and while I grew old, I felt i was blessed by God to live in this almost magical country. I believe in the invisible, you see. I don't know it's name, although I have gone through times in my life I thought I did. I was sure I did. But I don't. It's name's been Shiva, and It's name's been God. It's name's been Jesus, and in a bee language somewhere on a planet where bees are the ones building computers and heart valves, I am sure Its name is Bzzzzzz. Or Bizzzzzzzz. Depends on where in the hive you grew up.
This is no joking matter, although I try to smile all day. Today I heard the president say that he has a plan. In case you don't guess correctly, it's a government program. To find, sort out, and of course punish relentlessly those nasty speculators.
Ever play poker? My little girl loves to play poker. So too, does my wife's best friend. They both go to the casino, and sometimes win money and sometimes lose money. They love the rush. There are other gamblers in this incredible and vast world of ours. They gamble on the future price of commodities. Everything from cow-anal cavities to pork rinds, diamond dust to oil futures, people bet on what something is going to cost next week or next month. They are called speculators. Some speculate on oil futures, and some on pig bellies. Some on orange juice, and my daughter on the King of Diamonds. They're all the same. They're gamblers.
The commodities world is simple to understand and actually quite easy to participate in. Here's how it works.
I bet you ten dollars that you won't pay ten dollars for this ten dollars in ten days...
Here's a real-world (but not real numbers) scenario where somebody might want to bet on what something is going to cost next week. The orange industry. Let's say you own 100 acres of orange groves. When the oranges grow, and you squeeze them in your squeezing machine. you will be able sell 100 gallons of tasty orange juice for $100. We're obviously rounding the numbers. Orange doesn't cost that much yet. But wait a few years. Wait till the eighth or ninth "easing" of the economy by our socialist leaders).
So. You're growing your oranges, and feeding your dope plants in the back fields, and you're watching the weather. Out on the Seattle Coastline, a storm brews. You know what's gonna happen like you know the breed of that dope you're growing. (Blueberry, let's say). You know that the storm is going to grow in strength, barrel across the midwest dropping temperatures and snow on its way, and it's likely to drop the temperatures in Plant City Florida where your squeezing machine is sitting and waiting for the warm winter because of the global warming your greedy SUV driving friends are causing. Below freezing. in fact.
So you go to the casino. It's called the Chicago Mercantile. You go to the table, you pull out your chips, and you bet the price of orange juice is gonna be $120 a gallon in two weeks. Not $100 a gallon, but 20% more. So you BUY 100 barrels of orange juice. You don't have to take them. You just get a contract to take them at the pre-determined price of, let's say $102. Why so cheap? There is another grower betting the freeze doesn't make it to Plant City. He is betting you it's gonna stop at Gainesville -- 80 miles or so north.
Guess what, Mr. President. You can blow smoke up all the asses you want to. But your attempts at scholarly responses to the real world we all live in are exactly what they sound like. Bullshit. I am not 1%. What is fair, Mr. President? How about this?
No private property. No private wealth. The government owns all, and shares all fairly.
Sound familiar, ladies and gentleman? Wake up, America. Wake up. There are no government plans. There are no government programs. We are two inches from this guy cancelling elections. Wake up and smell the grey uniforms. Wake up
There are 50 million Americans on Food Stamps. Is cutting that number cruel? Here is what you are gonna here. Evil republicans want to cut your food, so they can build evil rockets and guns to kill people. They're building black buildings to watch our emails, they're bypassing congress to regulate us to death, and they intend to keep control over what was the greatest nation on the planet. Are you actually going to sit by and wait till they shut us down? Or are you going to act? Talk to your neighbors. Tell the truth. Check our facts. Do your own research. And pray for our nation.
Gary Poyssick
I grew up poor as hell. I got relatively rich, and lost every dime of it. Not once during those ups and downs, and the middles like I find myself in now, did I feel that things would be better if only somebody else would somehow make things better for me. I was taught from the time I was a child that it was my responsibility to pay my own electric bill. It was my choice to find a job or find an idea for a company I owned myself. I chose the latter. And while I worked, and while I grew old, I felt i was blessed by God to live in this almost magical country. I believe in the invisible, you see. I don't know it's name, although I have gone through times in my life I thought I did. I was sure I did. But I don't. It's name's been Shiva, and It's name's been God. It's name's been Jesus, and in a bee language somewhere on a planet where bees are the ones building computers and heart valves, I am sure Its name is Bzzzzzz. Or Bizzzzzzzz. Depends on where in the hive you grew up.
This is no joking matter, although I try to smile all day. Today I heard the president say that he has a plan. In case you don't guess correctly, it's a government program. To find, sort out, and of course punish relentlessly those nasty speculators.
Ever play poker? My little girl loves to play poker. So too, does my wife's best friend. They both go to the casino, and sometimes win money and sometimes lose money. They love the rush. There are other gamblers in this incredible and vast world of ours. They gamble on the future price of commodities. Everything from cow-anal cavities to pork rinds, diamond dust to oil futures, people bet on what something is going to cost next week or next month. They are called speculators. Some speculate on oil futures, and some on pig bellies. Some on orange juice, and my daughter on the King of Diamonds. They're all the same. They're gamblers.
The commodities world is simple to understand and actually quite easy to participate in. Here's how it works.
I bet you ten dollars that you won't pay ten dollars for this ten dollars in ten days...
Here's a real-world (but not real numbers) scenario where somebody might want to bet on what something is going to cost next week. The orange industry. Let's say you own 100 acres of orange groves. When the oranges grow, and you squeeze them in your squeezing machine. you will be able sell 100 gallons of tasty orange juice for $100. We're obviously rounding the numbers. Orange doesn't cost that much yet. But wait a few years. Wait till the eighth or ninth "easing" of the economy by our socialist leaders).
So. You're growing your oranges, and feeding your dope plants in the back fields, and you're watching the weather. Out on the Seattle Coastline, a storm brews. You know what's gonna happen like you know the breed of that dope you're growing. (Blueberry, let's say). You know that the storm is going to grow in strength, barrel across the midwest dropping temperatures and snow on its way, and it's likely to drop the temperatures in Plant City Florida where your squeezing machine is sitting and waiting for the warm winter because of the global warming your greedy SUV driving friends are causing. Below freezing. in fact.
So you go to the casino. It's called the Chicago Mercantile. You go to the table, you pull out your chips, and you bet the price of orange juice is gonna be $120 a gallon in two weeks. Not $100 a gallon, but 20% more. So you BUY 100 barrels of orange juice. You don't have to take them. You just get a contract to take them at the pre-determined price of, let's say $102. Why so cheap? There is another grower betting the freeze doesn't make it to Plant City. He is betting you it's gonna stop at Gainesville -- 80 miles or so north.
Guess what, Mr. President. You can blow smoke up all the asses you want to. But your attempts at scholarly responses to the real world we all live in are exactly what they sound like. Bullshit. I am not 1%. What is fair, Mr. President? How about this?
No private property. No private wealth. The government owns all, and shares all fairly.
Sound familiar, ladies and gentleman? Wake up, America. Wake up. There are no government plans. There are no government programs. We are two inches from this guy cancelling elections. Wake up and smell the grey uniforms. Wake up
There are 50 million Americans on Food Stamps. Is cutting that number cruel? Here is what you are gonna here. Evil republicans want to cut your food, so they can build evil rockets and guns to kill people. They're building black buildings to watch our emails, they're bypassing congress to regulate us to death, and they intend to keep control over what was the greatest nation on the planet. Are you actually going to sit by and wait till they shut us down? Or are you going to act? Talk to your neighbors. Tell the truth. Check our facts. Do your own research. And pray for our nation.
Gary Poyssick
Monday, April 16, 2012
Liberty or fairness!
I was looking at a picture of DNC chair Debbie Schultz the other day. She has an all new look (and I have to assume feel, since the two go together at least verbally). Once curly and a bit frantic, now she's softer, warmer, and taught, it seems to say "millionaires and billionaires" only fourteen times a minute, instead of her usual nineteen.
And so the nonsense that has become the democratic and progressive party. After almost sixty years of life, with forty of them spent as a died-in-the-wool conservative, it is the same old, worn out song we have heard for so long it seems silly. I am called a flat earther, because after reading emails sent between the world's foremost "climate scientists" ( what the hell IS a climate scientist, anyway?) saying that if anybody found out they were full of horse crap they would be diminished in authority, I realized a long time ago that global climates, like black kids accidentally shot by cop wanna-bees and red grouper, make for great victims. Without a victim, there would be no democratic party, would there? Victims and oppressors.
The oppressors are the rich. The oppressors are the oil companies. The oppressors are the banks. The oppressors are the Jew. Name them. All of history is rank with smart people like the socialists in our administration finding stupid people they can fire up. Tell them they're victims, tell them they are oppressed, tell them they are stupid and being taken advantage of, and that you are the one person that can possibly help them get even with the bastards oppressing them.
Get over it, America. Even if you assume that rich people take advantage of poor people, are you really stupid enough to think that somebody else is gonna do something for you? That they WER so philanthropic that the power they get from elected office has no impact on them? They are doing it for you? Really?
Here is an idea. You are gonna hear the president saying something a lot in the next 200 days. I do not have a crystal ball. But even without one, if I close my eyes, I can hear it now:
"Do you want to go back to the failed policies of the Bush administration?"
No. George Bush meant well. But watching him saddle up with the people from PEW - people who have successfully ended catch and release fishing in Germany and Sweden and are coming to a pond near you very soon - made me as sick as watching the POTUS leave his church of 20 years because he didn't want us knowing what church it happened to be. A church where racism and anti-Semites flourish. A church where America is seen and identified weekly as the world's oppressor? Oppressor? Yah, oppressor.
But meaning well did not make up for the damage wrought by bush. Not financial damage, mind you. That was coming the day Barney Frank said that selling bad paper was OK for the nation's banks. He had a great plan. Sell bad paper in primarily black neighborhoods and worry not; the Feds will buy it back. Bush's hammering came in the form of PEW. I do not think he was a stupid man, but letting the PEW camel stick it's filthy nose under the tent resulted in the Magnuson Stevens, and the destruction of both commercial and recreational fishing by an organization that has shown its anti-fishing agenda all over the world was either stupid or done to ganer favor wth somebody somewher. Ask Australians about PEW.
So let s assume that Obama sucks, and intends to deliver something called "social justice" to the masses. Worry not, commits. Food justice coms next. Then gray clothes and one-model-of-electric car justice. Where does fairness end and law take over? Me? I want to live in a nation based on the rule of law. Not the rule of somebody else's fairness.
I do not think it is fair that my dog needs to poop before 6am. I do not think it is fair that my wife will find the negative aspect of any subject known to man that might unwillingly pop into conversation. It isn't fair, but it makes her the best project planner and manager the world has ever met. Her attention to detail one that still, after thirty years of marriage, amazes me.
Pisses me off to no end, mind you, but amazes me. What else amazes me is that any adult that can read can watch this guy called Obama stand there with a straight face and claim a knowledge of the law.
While talking fairness. I don't want fair. I want legal. I do not want to return to the bush politics that got us here. I have an idea.
Let's return to the politics of freedom. Let's return to the politics of the constitution. Let's pick the 2000 budget and live by it. Let's elect Tea Party candidates that believe in the rule of law. And let them write a few new ones. The country lived through the year 2000 without a single computer glitch.
I was looking at a picture of DNC chair Debbie Schultz the other day. She has an all new look (and I have to assume feel, since the two go together at least verbally). Once curly and a bit frantic, now she's softer, warmer, and taught, it seems to say "millionaires and billionaires" only fourteen times a minute, instead of her usual nineteen.
And so the nonsense that has become the democratic and progressive party. After almost sixty years of life, with forty of them spent as a died-in-the-wool conservative, it is the same old, worn out song we have heard for so long it seems silly. I am called a flat earther, because after reading emails sent between the world's foremost "climate scientists" ( what the hell IS a climate scientist, anyway?) saying that if anybody found out they were full of horse crap they would be diminished in authority, I realized a long time ago that global climates, like black kids accidentally shot by cop wanna-bees and red grouper, make for great victims. Without a victim, there would be no democratic party, would there? Victims and oppressors.
The oppressors are the rich. The oppressors are the oil companies. The oppressors are the banks. The oppressors are the Jew. Name them. All of history is rank with smart people like the socialists in our administration finding stupid people they can fire up. Tell them they're victims, tell them they are oppressed, tell them they are stupid and being taken advantage of, and that you are the one person that can possibly help them get even with the bastards oppressing them.
Get over it, America. Even if you assume that rich people take advantage of poor people, are you really stupid enough to think that somebody else is gonna do something for you? That they WER so philanthropic that the power they get from elected office has no impact on them? They are doing it for you? Really?
Here is an idea. You are gonna hear the president saying something a lot in the next 200 days. I do not have a crystal ball. But even without one, if I close my eyes, I can hear it now:
"Do you want to go back to the failed policies of the Bush administration?"
No. George Bush meant well. But watching him saddle up with the people from PEW - people who have successfully ended catch and release fishing in Germany and Sweden and are coming to a pond near you very soon - made me as sick as watching the POTUS leave his church of 20 years because he didn't want us knowing what church it happened to be. A church where racism and anti-Semites flourish. A church where America is seen and identified weekly as the world's oppressor? Oppressor? Yah, oppressor.
But meaning well did not make up for the damage wrought by bush. Not financial damage, mind you. That was coming the day Barney Frank said that selling bad paper was OK for the nation's banks. He had a great plan. Sell bad paper in primarily black neighborhoods and worry not; the Feds will buy it back. Bush's hammering came in the form of PEW. I do not think he was a stupid man, but letting the PEW camel stick it's filthy nose under the tent resulted in the Magnuson Stevens, and the destruction of both commercial and recreational fishing by an organization that has shown its anti-fishing agenda all over the world was either stupid or done to ganer favor wth somebody somewher. Ask Australians about PEW.
So let s assume that Obama sucks, and intends to deliver something called "social justice" to the masses. Worry not, commits. Food justice coms next. Then gray clothes and one-model-of-electric car justice. Where does fairness end and law take over? Me? I want to live in a nation based on the rule of law. Not the rule of somebody else's fairness.
I do not think it is fair that my dog needs to poop before 6am. I do not think it is fair that my wife will find the negative aspect of any subject known to man that might unwillingly pop into conversation. It isn't fair, but it makes her the best project planner and manager the world has ever met. Her attention to detail one that still, after thirty years of marriage, amazes me.
Pisses me off to no end, mind you, but amazes me. What else amazes me is that any adult that can read can watch this guy called Obama stand there with a straight face and claim a knowledge of the law.
While talking fairness. I don't want fair. I want legal. I do not want to return to the bush politics that got us here. I have an idea.
Let's return to the politics of freedom. Let's return to the politics of the constitution. Let's pick the 2000 budget and live by it. Let's elect Tea Party candidates that believe in the rule of law. And let them write a few new ones. The country lived through the year 2000 without a single computer glitch.
A balanced budget amendment
And so the nonsense that has become the democratic and progressive party. After almost sixty years of life, with forty of them spent as a died-in-the-wool conservative, it is the same old, worn out song we have heard for so long it seems silly. I am called a flat earther, because after reading emails sent between the world's foremost "climate scientists" ( what the hell IS a climate scientist, anyway?) saying that if anybody found out they were full of horse crap they would be diminished in authority, I realized a long time ago that global climates, like black kids accidentally shot by cop wanna-bees and red grouper, make for great victims. Without a victim, there would be no democratic party, would there? Victims and oppressors.
The oppressors are the rich. The oppressors are the oil companies. The oppressors are the banks. The oppressors are the Jew. Name them. All of history is rank with smart people like the socialists in our administration finding stupid people they can fire up. Tell them they're victims, tell them they are oppressed, tell them they are stupid and being taken advantage of, and that you are the one person that can possibly help them get even with the bastards oppressing them.
Get over it, America. Even if you assume that rich people take advantage of poor people, are you really stupid enough to think that somebody else is gonna do something for you? That they WER so philanthropic that the power they get from elected office has no impact on them? They are doing it for you? Really?
Here is an idea. You are gonna hear the president saying something a lot in the next 200 days. I do not have a crystal ball. But even without one, if I close my eyes, I can hear it now:
"Do you want to go back to the failed policies of the Bush administration?"
No. George Bush meant well. But watching him saddle up with the people from PEW - people who have successfully ended catch and release fishing in Germany and Sweden and are coming to a pond near you very soon - made me as sick as watching the POTUS leave his church of 20 years because he didn't want us knowing what church it happened to be. A church where racism and anti-Semites flourish. A church where America is seen and identified weekly as the world's oppressor? Oppressor? Yah, oppressor.
But meaning well did not make up for the damage wrought by bush. Not financial damage, mind you. That was coming the day Barney Frank said that selling bad paper was OK for the nation's banks. He had a great plan. Sell bad paper in primarily black neighborhoods and worry not; the Feds will buy it back. Bush's hammering came in the form of PEW. I do not think he was a stupid man, but letting the PEW camel stick it's filthy nose under the tent resulted in the Magnuson Stevens, and the destruction of both commercial and recreational fishing by an organization that has shown its anti-fishing agenda all over the world was either stupid or done to ganer favor wth somebody somewher. Ask Australians about PEW.
So let s assume that Obama sucks, and intends to deliver something called "social justice" to the masses. Worry not, commits. Food justice coms next. Then gray clothes and one-model-of-electric car justice. Where does fairness end and law take over? Me? I want to live in a nation based on the rule of law. Not the rule of somebody else's fairness.
I do not think it is fair that my dog needs to poop before 6am. I do not think it is fair that my wife will find the negative aspect of any subject known to man that might unwillingly pop into conversation. It isn't fair, but it makes her the best project planner and manager the world has ever met. Her attention to detail one that still, after thirty years of marriage, amazes me.
Pisses me off to no end, mind you, but amazes me. What else amazes me is that any adult that can read can watch this guy called Obama stand there with a straight face and claim a knowledge of the law.
While talking fairness. I don't want fair. I want legal. I do not want to return to the bush politics that got us here. I have an idea.
Let's return to the politics of freedom. Let's return to the politics of the constitution. Let's pick the 2000 budget and live by it. Let's elect Tea Party candidates that believe in the rule of law. And let them write a few new ones. The country lived through the year 2000 without a single computer glitch.
I was looking at a picture of DNC chair Debbie Schultz the other day. She has an all new look (and I have to assume feel, since the two go together at least verbally). Once curly and a bit frantic, now she's softer, warmer, and taught, it seems to say "millionaires and billionaires" only fourteen times a minute, instead of her usual nineteen.
And so the nonsense that has become the democratic and progressive party. After almost sixty years of life, with forty of them spent as a died-in-the-wool conservative, it is the same old, worn out song we have heard for so long it seems silly. I am called a flat earther, because after reading emails sent between the world's foremost "climate scientists" ( what the hell IS a climate scientist, anyway?) saying that if anybody found out they were full of horse crap they would be diminished in authority, I realized a long time ago that global climates, like black kids accidentally shot by cop wanna-bees and red grouper, make for great victims. Without a victim, there would be no democratic party, would there? Victims and oppressors.
The oppressors are the rich. The oppressors are the oil companies. The oppressors are the banks. The oppressors are the Jew. Name them. All of history is rank with smart people like the socialists in our administration finding stupid people they can fire up. Tell them they're victims, tell them they are oppressed, tell them they are stupid and being taken advantage of, and that you are the one person that can possibly help them get even with the bastards oppressing them.
Get over it, America. Even if you assume that rich people take advantage of poor people, are you really stupid enough to think that somebody else is gonna do something for you? That they WER so philanthropic that the power they get from elected office has no impact on them? They are doing it for you? Really?
Here is an idea. You are gonna hear the president saying something a lot in the next 200 days. I do not have a crystal ball. But even without one, if I close my eyes, I can hear it now:
"Do you want to go back to the failed policies of the Bush administration?"
No. George Bush meant well. But watching him saddle up with the people from PEW - people who have successfully ended catch and release fishing in Germany and Sweden and are coming to a pond near you very soon - made me as sick as watching the POTUS leave his church of 20 years because he didn't want us knowing what church it happened to be. A church where racism and anti-Semites flourish. A church where America is seen and identified weekly as the world's oppressor? Oppressor? Yah, oppressor.
But meaning well did not make up for the damage wrought by bush. Not financial damage, mind you. That was coming the day Barney Frank said that selling bad paper was OK for the nation's banks. He had a great plan. Sell bad paper in primarily black neighborhoods and worry not; the Feds will buy it back. Bush's hammering came in the form of PEW. I do not think he was a stupid man, but letting the PEW camel stick it's filthy nose under the tent resulted in the Magnuson Stevens, and the destruction of both commercial and recreational fishing by an organization that has shown its anti-fishing agenda all over the world was either stupid or done to ganer favor wth somebody somewher. Ask Australians about PEW.
So let s assume that Obama sucks, and intends to deliver something called "social justice" to the masses. Worry not, commits. Food justice coms next. Then gray clothes and one-model-of-electric car justice. Where does fairness end and law take over? Me? I want to live in a nation based on the rule of law. Not the rule of somebody else's fairness.
I do not think it is fair that my dog needs to poop before 6am. I do not think it is fair that my wife will find the negative aspect of any subject known to man that might unwillingly pop into conversation. It isn't fair, but it makes her the best project planner and manager the world has ever met. Her attention to detail one that still, after thirty years of marriage, amazes me.
Pisses me off to no end, mind you, but amazes me. What else amazes me is that any adult that can read can watch this guy called Obama stand there with a straight face and claim a knowledge of the law.
While talking fairness. I don't want fair. I want legal. I do not want to return to the bush politics that got us here. I have an idea.
Let's return to the politics of freedom. Let's return to the politics of the constitution. Let's pick the 2000 budget and live by it. Let's elect Tea Party candidates that believe in the rule of law. And let them write a few new ones. The country lived through the year 2000 without a single computer glitch.
A balanced budget amendment
Sunday, April 15, 2012
Mom-o-gram
I had a good friend of mine say that Eastern Philosophy is much easier to understand if you have a bit of western wealth laying around. At first it was a cute statement, but the guy who said it to me is far from cute. He is a powerfully smart guy. Someone who has had a lot of positive vibes flowing around him for many years.
And seriously progressive. I think.
I am proud to be a member of the tea party. I go to meetings, I have one of those yellow flags hanging in my window of my office for all to see as they walk by in my clearly liberal neighborhood, and I have a Ron Paul bumper sticker. But something I me understands my progressive friends. I know what it feels like to protect the environment, to care deeply for wolves, and to worry about the sick and disabled.
They are just nuts if they think that socialist utopia is going to appear without some serious change in one's pocket. I get it, Rodney, I really get it. It is a hell of a lot easier to be eastern if you start out free and western.
And seriously progressive. I think.
I am proud to be a member of the tea party. I go to meetings, I have one of those yellow flags hanging in my window of my office for all to see as they walk by in my clearly liberal neighborhood, and I have a Ron Paul bumper sticker. But something I me understands my progressive friends. I know what it feels like to protect the environment, to care deeply for wolves, and to worry about the sick and disabled.
They are just nuts if they think that socialist utopia is going to appear without some serious change in one's pocket. I get it, Rodney, I really get it. It is a hell of a lot easier to be eastern if you start out free and western.
Saturday, April 14, 2012
A busy week at the fishing hole...
Monday, April 9, 2012
Where are The pundits today?
How easy it is to use the word racism when it is not appropriate. How easy it is to use the word if you need a new Brietling watch for your collection of them and somebody is willing to pay you an extr 50k for you to put your lame ass on a stage and yell for "Justice". To agitate a segment of our society that is taught from birth that some white guy still -ain' giving them their mule and their acre of property.
Look. Our nation, like all nations governed by men, has its share of ugly pages in the history books. But let us leave those stories there, and not rewrite history. With representatives like King telling the truth, we have the Al Sharptons and Jesse Jackson's and the terrorist New Black Panther Party telling these kids and with the help of an elitist and white-controlled media that only through a lynching will justice be obtained.
What if we, as a population, hand Mr. Zimmerman over to the dog-breath leadership of the NBPP? Will justice prevail? If those media whores were concerned about justice, and the ugly rise of racism bringing its anger and hatred in our free and fair nation, why don't they have a rally for this man?
We are heading down a slippery slope. Please, if you read this, do me, Gary Anderson, and our nation a favor.
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Saturday, April 7, 2012
Believe it or not, I'm far from in love with every conservative tv icon. I can only listen to the intrusion of Hannity's immense ego into two minutes of my life before finding the remote becomes a life-or-death crisis. Not far behind is the former Governor of Arkansas. If I see him play the bass guitar one more time with a close-to-dead rock star, I am going to have somebody write JavaScript code to develop custom filters for my brighthouse feed. I'll do it, man. I swear I will do it. His core ideology - of a smaller government and less intrusion into our lives is something I will be writing a lot about I am sure. Right now I want to talk about the Brits.
Anyway, setting my imaginary and as-yet-to-be-developed custom BrightHouse filter aside for the moment, I was watching The Huckster tonight, and listening out of the corner of my multi-tasking brain to Merryl Streep on the Huck's show. She was talking about the challenges she faced playing the role of Margaret Thatcher. The brilliance of the women, and her ability to power-play with the best of them before women were "allowed" to, had always made her one of my favorite characters in modern history. I am an Anglophile by heart, my standing romance with all things British having started with stories told me by my aunty's boyfriend who told a nine year old stories about the trenches of Versailles. He spent nine months in a British hospital recovering from the mustard gas that seared his then-young lungs. I grew from that enthralled kid into a didactic. I can't read enough, and at sixty feel I better read fast. I expect to live at least to that ripe number 89. A dream I've had since I was about the same (9) age puts me at least at that ripe old age, and laughing about something. One of these days I will find out. When I do, clocks won't matter now, will they?
So here I am, eating my wife's incredible gourmet-everyday cooking (she would buy the Food Channel if she was the one won that $118 million last week) and listening to Streep. I could not wait to hear what she thought of Thatcher. She started out by saying being from New Jersey made her uniquely unqualified to play a British conservative. Tying the words conservative together with the word British was interesting to me.
Hollywood doesn't produce many people who don't use the word conservative with a bit of a sneer. The same sneer I can imagine on the face of the New York Times' writer who, last week, referred to the mixed-race man who shot that teenager a "white" Hispanic. As opposed to what? An appropriately brown Latino? It seems that the darker the victim, the more likable and financially-valuable he, she, or it (in the case of the richly-colored American Red Snapper now under the protective gold of the Environmental Defense Fund and PEW) appear to be to the left.
Then came the lie from Streep's mouth, and the dull-eyed shaking head of the host as the words spewed from hollywood's mouth:
"Margaret knew how to talk to other people like the Soviets. She was very intelligent. It was a hard role to play."
It must have been, Ms. Streep. Because you were playing somebody other than Thatcher. In case you were trying out for a role at the time, Merryl, she and Ronald did it with metal, fear, and American know-how. It was called Star Wars by you and your friends, dear. We spent more money than the socialist/Marxist Utopia you and your ilk dream of could have spent in ten thousand years of oppressing free enterprise in the former Soviet Union. That and the power of Freedom, Streep.
Go back to Hollywood, actor. And put on a mask again. You look so much better with that mouth shut and hidden from public. Unless you are making believe. That you happen to be quite good at. I will go see the movie, so you can afford the parties in the Hamptons. And the next time you want to be an activist, end the money to a Tea Party group. Look around. You will find one.
And Governor. The nest time one of your guests spews lies, give this a try: challenge them. Then pick up your bass guitar and thrill us yet again. Zzzzzzzz
Stories have weight...
Believe it or not, I'm far from in love with every conservative tv icon. I can only listen to the intrusion of Hannity's immense ego into two minutes of my life before finding the remote becomes a life-or-death crisis. Not far behind is the former Governor of Arkansas. If I see him play the bass guitar one more time with a close-to-dead rock star, I am going to have somebody write JavaScript code to develop custom filters for my brighthouse feed. I'll do it, man. I swear I will do it. His core ideology - of a smaller government and less intrusion into our lives is something I will be writing a lot about I am sure. Right now I want to talk about the Brits.
Anyway, setting my imaginary and as-yet-to-be-developed custom BrightHouse filter aside for the moment, I was watching The Huckster tonight, and listening out of the corner of my multi-tasking brain to Merryl Streep on the Huck's show. She was talking about the challenges she faced playing the role of Margaret Thatcher. The brilliance of the women, and her ability to power-play with the best of them before women were "allowed" to, had always made her one of my favorite characters in modern history. I am an Anglophile by heart, my standing romance with all things British having started with stories told me by my aunty's boyfriend who told a nine year old stories about the trenches of Versailles. He spent nine months in a British hospital recovering from the mustard gas that seared his then-young lungs. I grew from that enthralled kid into a didactic. I can't read enough, and at sixty feel I better read fast. I expect to live at least to that ripe number 89. A dream I've had since I was about the same (9) age puts me at least at that ripe old age, and laughing about something. One of these days I will find out. When I do, clocks won't matter now, will they?
So here I am, eating my wife's incredible gourmet-everyday cooking (she would buy the Food Channel if she was the one won that $118 million last week) and listening to Streep. I could not wait to hear what she thought of Thatcher. She started out by saying being from New Jersey made her uniquely unqualified to play a British conservative. Tying the words conservative together with the word British was interesting to me.
Hollywood doesn't produce many people who don't use the word conservative with a bit of a sneer. The same sneer I can imagine on the face of the New York Times' writer who, last week, referred to the mixed-race man who shot that teenager a "white" Hispanic. As opposed to what? An appropriately brown Latino? It seems that the darker the victim, the more likable and financially-valuable he, she, or it (in the case of the richly-colored American Red Snapper now under the protective gold of the Environmental Defense Fund and PEW) appear to be to the left.
Then came the lie from Streep's mouth, and the dull-eyed shaking head of the host as the words spewed from hollywood's mouth:
"Margaret knew how to talk to other people like the Soviets. She was very intelligent. It was a hard role to play."
It must have been, Ms. Streep. Because you were playing somebody other than Thatcher. In case you were trying out for a role at the time, Merryl, she and Ronald did it with metal, fear, and American know-how. It was called Star Wars by you and your friends, dear. We spent more money than the socialist/Marxist Utopia you and your ilk dream of could have spent in ten thousand years of oppressing free enterprise in the former Soviet Union. That and the power of Freedom, Streep.
Go back to Hollywood, actor. And put on a mask again. You look so much better with that mouth shut and hidden from public. Unless you are making believe. That you happen to be quite good at. I will go see the movie, so you can afford the parties in the Hamptons. And the next time you want to be an activist, end the money to a Tea Party group. Look around. You will find one.
And Governor. The nest time one of your guests spews lies, give this a try: challenge them. Then pick up your bass guitar and thrill us yet again. Zzzzzzzz
Thursday, April 5, 2012
The law is the law, after all.
I remember standing with a friend of mine, a real true progressive friend of mine, during the Inaugaration of the POTUS. Like many of my conservative friends, I assumed that what was done was done, and that the President would, like the incredibly intelligent Bill Clinton had done before him and govern from a populist center.
President Obama can send out his 16yr old to make good for what he said all he wants, but the law is the law. I am not a lawyer or a very educated man, but I know the Role of the Judiciary, and as the words spilled from the POTUS's lips I knew what was happening. Or at least I was aware of one of two states of mind. My opinion of which was in play is meaningless. What is not is the law.
President Obama, standing between two other world leaders, spoke his true feelings. That the rule of law, and the position that law grants to those "UN-elected officials", is not how he wants our country to run. Shades of his hero, Frankand D. Roosevelt. He wanted to change the number of judges. He hated the courts, because they read the Constitution to do their job.
If Obama is re-elected, you can expect exactly that - a re-shuffling of the court. And more truly activist judges throughout the land.
President Obama can send out his 16yr old to make good for what he said all he wants, but the law is the law. I am not a lawyer or a very educated man, but I know the Role of the Judiciary, and as the words spilled from the POTUS's lips I knew what was happening. Or at least I was aware of one of two states of mind. My opinion of which was in play is meaningless. What is not is the law.
President Obama, standing between two other world leaders, spoke his true feelings. That the rule of law, and the position that law grants to those "UN-elected officials", is not how he wants our country to run. Shades of his hero, Frankand D. Roosevelt. He wanted to change the number of judges. He hated the courts, because they read the Constitution to do their job.
If Obama is re-elected, you can expect exactly that - a re-shuffling of the court. And more truly activist judges throughout the land.
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