Sarge

Jefferson handled it correctly

America’s been getting hit below the belt for the longest period of time since the Revolution. We have a president whose usage of revisionist history has become a joke because idiots believe him when he speaks of such things as the long and glorious history of Islam in America and the “conspicuous” contributions Muslims have given America since the 1800s. It would seem the opportunity to be assailed by Islamic Pirates somehow allowed us a chance to see the cultural enrichment we’d “enjoy” when they started stealing our commercial shipping and demanded ransoms for our sailors captured.

The Organization

“Tyranny is always better organized than freedom”. Charles Peguy- (noted French poet, essayist, and editor born in Orléans. His two main philosophies were socialism and nationalism.) And so it proves true. In American politics it’s been said the liberals want government by the elite and the conservatives desire government of a controlled people recognizing the brilliance of the paternal elite realizing their “white man’s burden”; which by the way is how the liberals look at government but don’t say it.

The poverty of your soul

I started checking on what it means to band together and found it almost always started with one person who looked as though he or she had a particularly firm grasp on what was perceived as being “right”, “logical” and “proper” in their assessment of threats and the portents of the deity they followed. They always seemed to have a base knowledge derived from faith in a higher power. The first Congregationalists (a term to denote religion; not any particular group using Congregation in its title) were ministers of a faith and as such were chosen as leaders. They seemed ordained or fated to a life of leadership.

Stella

My function is to sit in this over-stuffed chair, on my generously overstuffed butt and drain the vitriol from my overflowing brain. It’s a job I’ve normally enjoyed over the years. Knowing and understanding politicians are the exemplars of duplicity and self-aggrandizement is one thing I describe as damnable. Disclosing their idiotic and petulant efforts to drive good things into the ground through their never-ending drive to fix what ain’t broke is commendable.

The Iron Taste of Blood

I was conversing (NOT conversating!) with one of my publishers the other day and we came to the reality outrage is no longer a selling point in commentary and journalism. The overwhelming influence of political chicanery has dulled the senses of the American public to the point they’re insensitive to the horrors being conducted against them. Information fatigue is dangerous. To continue onward with the expression of a sense of specific and continuing indignation bears a sense of artificial infuriation based on personality rather than fact. To deny the facts is even more dangerous.

Beaten with the jawbones of dead asses

Disbelief is where it starts. Then frustration takes its place to be followed by anger. Anger is harnessed to irritation and annoyance leading finally to infuriation only to degrade to a condition known as depression.

Stand and Be Counted

Each morning the sun rises and the world is born anew. Not so the drive of certain bloggers and writer wannabees seeking to make a difference in the world. Some days it’s no more than trial to simply get out of bed.

Blood suckers

This is no more egregious than any other cyber-scam conducted to pocket-pick the American people than the rise and disappearance of so many Political Action Committees (PAC) foisted upon the American people on a daily basis

Bemusement

I’m sitting here in a condition of severe bemusement. The confusion comes from the near daily harangue of newscaster/readers placing so much emphasis on the weight of footballs during a game on Sunday. Specifically, we‘re being blasted with questions concerning Patriots Quarterback Tom Brady’s balls, the weight of them, when did they lighten and why didn’t he notice his balls became lighter.

The Legacy

Question: Just who in hell put Michelle Obama in charge of the nutritional needs of America’s children? She wasn’t elected to any public office. Yet she’s been accepted as knowledgeable concerning American dietary ingestion after she graduated college with a law degree she gave up when her husband decided to run for office. Just because you can count calories doesn’t mean you’re an exemplar of healthy dietary practices; especially when you have a White House chef to prepare your (and your family’s) meals daily and when you’re junketing around the world.

Craven Images

In light of the assassination of the journalists associated with “CHARLIE HEBDO” in Paris I must address the intense stupidity of the assailants and the Muslim apologists in general.

The Cult of Personality

Last night a strange form of epiphany, a sudden intuitive leap of understanding, especially through an ordinary but striking occurrence, occurred for a friend of mine. It was startling and brilliant and extremely special for me because the epiphany noted was concerning something I’d been saying for a long time.

Departing Eden

In general there’s a pall hanging overhead acting with a weight too regularly seen. It’s oppressive and daunting and heavy. And, there seems to be no cure for it.

Another Meat Grinder

Well, it’s New Year’s Eve and I’ve got nothing. No Hope. No real Change and no expectation of having any profit for all we’ve been through since Obama was re-elected. Old Man 2014 is set to walk out the door toward the setting of his personal sun and the Infant 2015 is about to soil a new diaper while Obama and a Progressive Republican Party indicate it’s going to be business as usual.

Ghosts of Campaigns Past

To paraphrase Dickens in the immortal classic A Christmas Carol: “The Duke” was politically dead: to begin with. There is no whatever about that. The register of his burial was signed by the clergyman, the clerk, the undertaker, and the chief mourner. The Republicans signed it: and the Republicans name was good upon ‘Change, for anything he chose to put their hand to. “The Old Duke” was dead as a door-nail”.

Republican horses at the starting gate malaise

It’s the 29th of December and the annual case of General Malaise has infected me. It’s left me worried, not about politics or whether the White House will continue its dismantling of America and Obama’s use of the Constitution and Bill of Rights as a doormat on which he can scrub his soul (if he has one). It really doesn’t have anything to do with Israel, Iran, Iraq, ISIS, ISIL, Oil, Ukrainian Travail or Putin Puttin’ on the Ritz.

A race apart

"Police officers turned their backs on Mayor Bill de Blasio as he walked into the police press conference about the two NYPD officers" "Florida officer killed in weekend's third police shooting" "Tarpon Springs Police identify officer shot, killed Sunday morning"

Interesting Times

Every morning I, like you, arise and start the day. We conduct our daily routines and start the trek to work or set about our chores around the house as I do because I’m retired and my avocation is writing on matters political both foreign and domestic. Because of this I have a diverse reading list allowing for interesting observations about how nations and people viewed the actions occurring in their lives. Their actions make them who they are and how they’re seen in history.

Try to have a good day…

As this is written an American held captive by Cuba has been released from prison. He’s in the United States and safe from any more privations executed against him by the Communist Regime held their own people in captivity since 1959. We say “welcome home”. We wish Mr. Alan Gross a speedy recovery from his imprisonment and a more speedy recovery from his health issues.

Failure To Communicate

Recently I attended a meeting of a conservative political group and was astounded by the debate conducted by the participants. As I’ve recently gotten a set of hearing aids to prevent that non-communicative and almost hostile exclamation of “HANH!?” whenever I couldn’t understand what was just said; it was a pain in the a@# to have everybody apparently shouting at each other. I say “apparently” because I still haven’t gotten used to the volume control of these things. Up, down, up, down. It’s comical I’m sure to see me tapping myself in the side of my head while muttering oaths to and promises I’ll use a sandblaster to clean the wax out of the cavernous reaches of my cranium.