Again...IT'S NOT WHAT I MEAN!
Ah, it all moves too fast these days!
Let’s see: the government has taken over banking, insurance, and the automotive industry. “GM” is now “Government Motors”, and Chrysler isn’t being sold to FixItAgainTomorrow [what my old Corvette mechanic called Fiats], it’s being given away to them. Pontiac is dead, and the only Hummers manufactured in the US from now on will be the under-armored wrecks we use in Iraq, where we surrendered last month. North Korea is threatening nuclear holocaust, and under our financial sponsorship of the United Nations, we are replying to them in very harsh language. Health care and gun-grabbing are next in line. The president says we’re out of money now, but like any other facts, why should we let truth stand in the way of a good idea for social engineering?
While the Speaker of the House of Representatives—the most dangerous woman in America; Hillary is thankfully marginalized—is now starting a war with our major intelligence agency—brought into being by Franklin Roosevelt, the most dangerous man of the 20th century—she says “we should take ‘inventory’ of our lives”, or something like that. I read that to mean thusly: since the government is now our nanny and sole voice, the government should now take an inventory of how we live. As Bill O’Reilly likes to say, stop me if I’m going wrong here.
Meanwhile, some wild-eyed gang called ACORN is sucking up millions of taxpayer dollars, and thugs calling themselves “The New Black Panthers” are standing around in front of polling places threatening people with truncheons and shouting racial epithets without being charged under the law.
(Stop me if I’m going too fast, or playing loose with the facts. I’m just channeling what I hear on the news. I don’t get out much, and have too much time on my hands.)
If some black guys with billy sticks stand in front of where I’m headed to vote, I’ll consider myself intimidated. There is a law against this, and it was enacted to deal with the kind of redneck trash that, as a true son of The South, I have spent my life refuting. I can’t confront such thuggery; to do so will get me charged with violating someone’s “civil right” to conduct voter fraud.
As for Ms. Pelosi: she should take a note from Alcoholics Anonymous. I used to drink too much—way more than I boast of now—and going to AA meetings for some years seemed like a good idea at the time. One of the tenets they hammered into us was the principle of not taking an “inventory” of another person. If I care to assess myself, to deal with what is screwing up my life, that is acceptable. It is recommended. On the other hand, I have learned from experience and empirical wisdom that it is not the right thing to judge others, no matter how wrong we might think them to be. People are going to do what they’re going to do. My belief in this is what differentiates liberals from conservative Libertarians. I am one of the latter.
I expect to be called a racist for calling out the Black Panthers. Save your pixels, kids. I’m from Georgia, born and bred here. Calling me a racist is hurling spitballs at a battleship. I grew up with the stuff you only see in movies like “Mississippi Burning”. I knew it was wrong from six years of age. I got brought up a little better—and though I’ll get no Politically Correct credit for it—I hope my children will be even better folks if they think, address the truth, and see through that which blinds us to that truth.
The woman of history who fascinates me the most is Joan D’Arc. The man of history is Wyatt Earp. Leaving St. Joan behind for a moment, let me comment on Earp. That day at the OK Corral, his brother Virgil is on record shouting “This isn’t what I want!” at the Clantons and McLaureys. I mentioned this once before, when this modest blog went completely off the rails with a disparity between what I meant to say, and what turned out in what Stephen King calls “the adventure of writing”. Once again, what Virgil Earp yelled is applicable. THIS ISN’T WHAT I WANT!
Not that pointing out the obvious has any less credibility or relevance; I just get tired of repeating myself. America is a train wreck, and I’m standing alongside the tracks waving “bye-bye”. I only meant to take up advocacy of a single American, which I’ll deal with in the blog post above. As for what I’ve said here, think about it.
Are you scared yet?
Let’s see: the government has taken over banking, insurance, and the automotive industry. “GM” is now “Government Motors”, and Chrysler isn’t being sold to FixItAgainTomorrow [what my old Corvette mechanic called Fiats], it’s being given away to them. Pontiac is dead, and the only Hummers manufactured in the US from now on will be the under-armored wrecks we use in Iraq, where we surrendered last month. North Korea is threatening nuclear holocaust, and under our financial sponsorship of the United Nations, we are replying to them in very harsh language. Health care and gun-grabbing are next in line. The president says we’re out of money now, but like any other facts, why should we let truth stand in the way of a good idea for social engineering?
While the Speaker of the House of Representatives—the most dangerous woman in America; Hillary is thankfully marginalized—is now starting a war with our major intelligence agency—brought into being by Franklin Roosevelt, the most dangerous man of the 20th century—she says “we should take ‘inventory’ of our lives”, or something like that. I read that to mean thusly: since the government is now our nanny and sole voice, the government should now take an inventory of how we live. As Bill O’Reilly likes to say, stop me if I’m going wrong here.
Meanwhile, some wild-eyed gang called ACORN is sucking up millions of taxpayer dollars, and thugs calling themselves “The New Black Panthers” are standing around in front of polling places threatening people with truncheons and shouting racial epithets without being charged under the law.
(Stop me if I’m going too fast, or playing loose with the facts. I’m just channeling what I hear on the news. I don’t get out much, and have too much time on my hands.)
If some black guys with billy sticks stand in front of where I’m headed to vote, I’ll consider myself intimidated. There is a law against this, and it was enacted to deal with the kind of redneck trash that, as a true son of The South, I have spent my life refuting. I can’t confront such thuggery; to do so will get me charged with violating someone’s “civil right” to conduct voter fraud.
As for Ms. Pelosi: she should take a note from Alcoholics Anonymous. I used to drink too much—way more than I boast of now—and going to AA meetings for some years seemed like a good idea at the time. One of the tenets they hammered into us was the principle of not taking an “inventory” of another person. If I care to assess myself, to deal with what is screwing up my life, that is acceptable. It is recommended. On the other hand, I have learned from experience and empirical wisdom that it is not the right thing to judge others, no matter how wrong we might think them to be. People are going to do what they’re going to do. My belief in this is what differentiates liberals from conservative Libertarians. I am one of the latter.
I expect to be called a racist for calling out the Black Panthers. Save your pixels, kids. I’m from Georgia, born and bred here. Calling me a racist is hurling spitballs at a battleship. I grew up with the stuff you only see in movies like “Mississippi Burning”. I knew it was wrong from six years of age. I got brought up a little better—and though I’ll get no Politically Correct credit for it—I hope my children will be even better folks if they think, address the truth, and see through that which blinds us to that truth.
The woman of history who fascinates me the most is Joan D’Arc. The man of history is Wyatt Earp. Leaving St. Joan behind for a moment, let me comment on Earp. That day at the OK Corral, his brother Virgil is on record shouting “This isn’t what I want!” at the Clantons and McLaureys. I mentioned this once before, when this modest blog went completely off the rails with a disparity between what I meant to say, and what turned out in what Stephen King calls “the adventure of writing”. Once again, what Virgil Earp yelled is applicable. THIS ISN’T WHAT I WANT!
Not that pointing out the obvious has any less credibility or relevance; I just get tired of repeating myself. America is a train wreck, and I’m standing alongside the tracks waving “bye-bye”. I only meant to take up advocacy of a single American, which I’ll deal with in the blog post above. As for what I’ve said here, think about it.
Are you scared yet?
posted by Robert at 3:58 AM
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"Are you scared yet?"
Actually, no. I'm looking for the Second Coming...and Obama ain't it. No, I'm talking about Jesus' encore appearance...
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