ADHD Moment…

Fair Warning: I am pissed off and, therefore, do not give a rat’s left testicle about hiding it. That being said, I am not going to waste my time cleverly disguising the “bad words” that pop up in my writing. If you don’t wish to read “bad words”, I suggest you do not read this post. God Bless America and my right to have a potty mouth if I so choose. 🙂

This is not another “excuse post” for why I haven’t written in so long. Hopefully, there are one or two readers left on my page. No explanation for the absence, really, except to say that I am overwhelmed with the level of stupidity going on in our country. (Yes, my MS black holes have been particularly annoying lately, but I bought enough asphalt to fill them in for a while.) It is so hard to concentrate on one thing when another rears its ugly head an hour later. After a nutritious breakfast of Gorton’s Fish Sticks™ and store brand Tater Tots, I now have my hip waders on and am ready to trudge through the muck.

I am so DAMNED tired of being lied to, having my intelligence insulted and being treated as an entity that only thinks with her uterus by our government and a majority of the Liberals currently running for office. Not all in government, nor all candidates, are guilty of this but most are.

Barry, ISIS (not ISIL, you jerk) calls itself the Islamic State. Because We the People have never been privy to your school records, I am going to assume that you did not do well in the reading comprehension department. Or is it that you so fear using terms like Islamic Extremists, Terrorists, Jihadists or Radical Islamists because that would blow the whole terrorists are on the run thing that you feel the need to deny the existence of Islamic beliefs in the minds of those scumbags running rampant across Iraq, Syria and who the hell knows where else. For your information, using the acronym ISIL is an insult to our greatest ally in the Middle East, Israel. Levant, according to Princeton’s WordNet, is “the former name for the geographical area of the eastern Mediterranean that is now occupied by Lebanon, Syria and Israel”. I am going to go out on a limb here and guess that research was not high on your list of “things I did well in school” either. Israel is not a part of this and would rather fight to the death than let one of those hooded murderers plant one of their flags on her soil. You would know that if you cared to actually get to know the Israelis instead of wasting your time trying to present anyone killing on behalf of Islam as warm, fuzzy and misunderstood – a deranged outcast who had no choice but to commit “workplace violence”. Last time I looked, a vacant desert in the middle of nowhere was not really considered a workplace – unless your work is beheading innocents.

Don’t think we haven’t been keeping track of all of the issues you have been suspiciously silent on of late, dear. I have been hip to your political manipulations since you began your campaign for President the first time. The heck with storing food and ammo. I am stockpiling aspirin and beer – oh, Yukon Jack, too – because I (like millions of others) are quite aware that we are going to get hit with a shit ton of Executive Orders and other potential violations of Constitutional Law after your party loses the majority in the Senate. Why, for instance, do we suddenly need thirty-four million blank work permits and green cards? Could it be that you are planning to give those poor MS13 members (oops, my bad – displaced children) and their adult supervisors amnesty after the mid-term elections? No, not YOU! That would cost Americans jobs and we all know how much you give a flying fuck about the American Middle Class! Still, if anyone asks you or your talking head Ernest about this, all we hear are crickets.

You should be a contestant on “Dancing with the Stars” because of all of the fancy footwork you have displayed dancing around the issue of diseases being brought into this country through our wide open southern border – not to mention the whole pesky Ebola thingy. I am not one to panic about such things. If it gets much worse I will consider it. In the meantime, a friend of mine and two of her children came down with D68. Thank God they are okay. Funny thing, though. They became ill after two busloads of kids from South America and Mexico were dumped 10 miles from their home and began attending the public schools there. Coincidence – I think not. She is now home schooling her children as are many others in her area. Why is it so hard to quarantine people who come into our country illegally, or from countries where there is a raging epidemic of a deadly virus?   That is not racist. It is Common Sensist! In case you haven’t noticed “Oh, look! A squirrel!” isn’t going to work anymore when it comes to the health of our children, the elderly and those with compromised immune systems. I believe you have finally stepped on the last nerve of the American Moms and Dads and there is no turning back.

So, how does it feel to be unloved? Well, you don’t care. Not really. You just pull out your spoiled bitch card and remind potential voters that no matter what the Democratic candidates say, they will turn around and vote your policies in once they are in office. Between you and me, Barry babe, WE ALL FUCKING HEARD YOU! Cat’s out of the bag, sweet cheeks! I wonder how many BHO voodoo dolls are hidden in the drawers of Liberal candidates across the country. If you were wondering why your golf game might be suffering more so than usual, you might want to ask the Secret Service to check out their offices. After all, it isn’t like they are busy guarding the White House or anything. 😉

I have some shocking news for you, Barry. You are not our first Black President. You are our first mixed race President. You of all people should be concerned for ALL Americans, not just those you feel will get you the most votes. Unless something unforeseen happens, this is your last hurrah and playing the race card 24/7 is a moot point now. In fact, you have screwed up things for minorities more than any other President in my memory. Okay, okay you probably sucked at History, too. Just to help you out a little, it was the Dixiecrats who suppressed the African Americans in the earlier days, not the Republicans. FYI, your “favorite President” was a Republican! Yessiree, Bob! Lincoln was a Republican! The first Democrat that I personally can recall who helped the cause of the African Americans in those sad, horrible days in our nation’s history was John F. Kennedy. Martin Luther King, Jr., though never a President, was apolitical (that means he belonged neither to the Democratic or Republican party – just so you don’t have to look it up) and believed in peaceful protests. What you and your BFF Holder are doing is so divergent to the teachings of Dr. King that it makes me want to puke. Ferguson, Missouri is, quite frankly, none of your business. It is a local situation that was a tragedy before you, Holder and Tawana Brawley’s very own Reverend Al turned it into a calamity. Not only did your involvement stir up the bees nest and cause both Black and White owned businesses to be destroyed by mobs out to get as much cash and free shit as they could over the dead body of an 18-year-old man and the reputation of a local police officer, but you all seem to have washed your hands of it and waded through the rubble that is left of that town as you hauled balls back to your respective cozy offices. Sadly this is a pattern we are all too familiar with. I, for one, am sick of it. Let the states take care of the states. Start paying attention to what you were hired for. When we need you, we know how to get hold of you. I am sure Valerie knows what golf course you are on at any given moment.

Please, please, PLEASE stop accusing the GOP of being in bed with the wealthy and big business. You know that old saying, “People in glass houses [yada, yada, yada]…” George Soros doesn’t look like he has missed many meals, nor has Warren Buffet or Bill and Melinda Gates, although neither of the Gates’ are “pudgy”. Mark Zuckerberg is pretty fit, yet I am certain he eats well. In my opinion, things go better with Koch anyway. Instead of finding ways to screw Americans out of energy jobs, they and others have worked to improve the safety and “environmental synchronicity with nature” of the industry so that more Americans CAN work.

There is no war on women in general. There is, however, a war on Conservative and right-leaning women AND African Americans. Go ahead, try to deny it. We (those with common sense) know that the whole “uterus” issue is just a fear tactic your party is using because you have nothing else. The constant liturgy of “Uncle Tom” accusations is evidence of that, too. Sad, really. If I didn’t think two more years of a Democratic Senate would be economically and legislatively dangerous for our country, I would almost feel sorry for y’all. Just joking – no I wouldn’t.

One last thing – leave our fucking guns alone. Chicago is not in the mess it’s in because of legal gun owners. Are there any? Oh, yeah, the ones guarding your other BFF Rahm. Gang members don’t go to gun safety classes and become licensed. Nor do they go on the waiting list in order to buy a handgun. They buy them illegally. I mean, really, you can’t be that stupid. No you just think we are.

Sorry, hon. Ivory towers and golf carts are not the best places from which to lead the greatest nation in the world. You actually need to be present and give a damn.

Follow the RED Brick Road

Never being one to adhere to convention, when watching The Wizard of Oz as a child I always wondered where the Red Brick Road led.  I imagined that the horrors found on the Yellow path might have paled in comparison to those along the Red.

red brick road

As a “grown up in physical age only” (GUPAO), I find myself comparing the adventures of Dorothy and Toto on their mission to find the Wizard to the power of the current administration to deflect our attention from their true intentions.  Those she met along the way were either a) inherently evil; b) lacking empathy; c) unable to think without directions from a more “educated” or charismatic being; or d) fearful of speaking out against the abuses of power that grab at your gut and alert you to the dangers of usurping the true meaning of the Constitution.  The only good character spoke in riddles and did not reveal the knowledge she held until after they had been through hell and back.  Or Dorothy just chose not to listen to reason because she was awed by the pomp and circumstance, seduced by the Emerald City at the end of the road.

Of course, Dorothy did not begin her journey along the Yellow Brick Road without encouragement and testimonials from those gathered in the town square.  There was the Lollypop Guild (Union), The Lullaby League (an organization dedicated to lull her into a sense of security), various politicians, and the Main Stream Media (town crier).  All appeared to toe the party line.

What if Dorothy had decided that the information being fed to her in rapid fire confusion just did not sit right?  What if she chose her own path – the Red Brick Road?  Let’s suppose that a journey along that road began with a pocket Constitution and a print-out of the Declaration of Independence.  Of course, the villagers would walk away, shaking their heads in disgust.  Dorothy and Toto would be outcasts in a land of “group think”.

So, in choosing the path of free thought, freedom to worship whomever whenever you choose and the right to protect one’s self and his/her family, Dorothy set off with the belief that she was a free individual who could survive without government assistance or intervention.  This would prove to be more difficult than she imagined.


The first attempt by the “Yellow Brick Roaders” (YBRs) to dissuade her from continuing was to play upon her familial responsibilities.  If Dorothy remained on her current course, and others followed her lead, who would pay for Obamacare?  Oh, Secretary Sebelius was doing okay with her fundraising efforts, but the tax dollars earned from the family farm were necessary, too.  Dorothy could be condemning Auntie Em to a life without food stamps, Medicare, Social Security and responsible physicians to evaluate when care for Auntie Em was no longer fiscally viable.  How dare she!  But, Dorothy knew her aunt quite well and ignored the ploy to cajole her to turn back towards the road to dependence upon government.

Along the Red Brick Road, Dorothy noticed people working hard, communities that supported each other and an overriding belief that the Constitution is the law of the land.  The YBRs would have none of that.  They unleashed their most feared weapon upon Dorothy and the villagers – the IRS…

witch and flying monkey

Of course, though orchestrated by the Witch, the flying monkeys did the dirty work.  They messed up paperwork, requested information to which they were not entitled, hid documents in trees where no one could access them and caused delays in processing requests for 501(c) 3 and 4 entities for months – even years.  With the Constitution as their guide, the villagers began a long, arduous fight against the witch and her minions.  Once Dorothy was certain they had things under control, she and Toto continued down the road.

For a day or so, the duo enjoyed a leisurely stroll down the Red Brick Road taking in the scenery and thinking of those they left at home.  To her left, Dorothy saw the most beautiful field dotted with colorful flowers and chose to veer off the path.  Toto tried to warn her, but Dorothy wanted some of the flowers to bring home to Auntie Em.


As soon as she entered the field, Dorothy became extremely tired, lay down and fell into a deep sleep.  At first, the voice of the Anointed One sounded like that of an angel – soothing tones and logical rhetoric.  But, something changed.  His voice became more defensive and condescending.  “I think when you spread the wealth around it’s good for everybody”, “After a century of striving, after a year of debate, after a historic vote, health care reform is no longer an unmet promise.  It is the law of the land.”, “It’s not surprising, then, they get bitter, they cling to guns or religion or antipathy to people who aren’t like them or anti-immigrant sentiment or anti-trade sentiment as a way to explain their frustrations.” – Barack Hussein Obama.  This new tone of voice jarred Dorothy out of her slumber and back to reality.  She now knew, if only for a moment, what it felt like to drink the Kool Aid™.  It was an empty, desperate feeling she hoped never to experience again.

“I know, Toto, I screwed up.”  Toto looked up at Dorothy and wagged his tail.  Lesson learned.  If it looks too good to be true, it probably is.

Not long after the “Poppy Incident”, they came across a group of individuals who seemed quite lost.  A lion, a scarecrow and a man made of tin.  After what seemed like hours of round about conversation, Dorothy finally understood the dilemma the three found themselves in.  The tin man had lost all empathy after being forced to assist in a cover-up of the murder of an American diplomat and three others in Libya.  The words he was ordered to repeat to the world over and over again became truth in his mind and heart.  He was having a hard time regaining his humanity.

The lion was fearful of losing his income, pension and standing in the YBR community if he did not support the views of the administration both publicly and in private.  He knew of attempts to bypass legal channels in order to step on the First Amendment Rights of journalists who resided within or on the fringes of the YBR and he did not want that kind of misery to befall him.

The scarecrow had been a political appointee of the Anointed One and had lost the ability to think for himself.  He parroted their talking points regarding the Embassy in Libya on several news shows and his brain had atrophied due to constant misuse.

dorothy and her friends

Fearing there was nothing she could do for them, Dorothy brought the trio to the villagers in hopes that their faith in what the RBR stood for might help her new found friends get on the road to recovery.

Dorothy and Toto were coming to the end of their journey.  She had learned much about the strength of communities and the importance of maintaining your individuality.  She was even stronger in her conviction that the Constitution was meant to protect individual citizens from their government, not give the government a tool to oppress the citizens.  It was not a “living, breathing document”, it was written in a way that it could be applied – as is – today just as it could over 200 years ago.

When they got to the end of  the road, a mountain range was visible in the background.  The sun was setting behind them.   An eagle soared over the largest American Flag Dorothy had ever seen.  “Toto”, she said, “we are finally home.”

Merry Christmas? NO!…Karl Marx? Well, of course!!!

The Obama Campaign symbol.  A tribute to one man’s ego-driven rise to the Presidency of the United States of America.  Even named his dog after himself.

In schools across the country children are not allowed to celebrate, mention or breathe the Christmas spirit.  The Pledge of Allegiance is “optional”.  But, have the Politically Correct Police gone too far this time?

History Channel has teamed up with far-Left author and college Professor Howard Zinn to produce a “documentary” intended to educate elementary and high school children about how evil our capitalist society truly is.  Before you read the article I have linked below, make sure you have Advil, Pepcid and your blood pressure medication at the ready.

An Open Letter to Michael Moore

Dear Michael,

I know where you came from.  I’ve lived there.  Have you been home lately?  I have.

Flint did not become what it is today because of Ronald Reagan, Capitalism or wealthy Americans.  It was destroyed by poor oversight of an out-of-control banking system (because people like Barney Frank decided stricter regulation was unnecessary), NAFTA (which essentially destroyed many United States industries) and unscrupulous mortgage companies who talked people into taking “No Income Verification, No Credit Check” loans when they had no business doing so.  Flint failed because of the abuse of Capitalism, not Capitalism itself.

As you know, anything taken to extremes ends badly.

In a Capitalist society, you get what you work for.  In a Socialist society, you get what your neighbor works for.  Is that what you really want?  Would you be willing to give up your wealth and share it with me?  I highly doubt it.

Would you be willing to give up your right to make movies?  In Cuba (a nation whose Health Care System you love) making films such as yours would most likely land you in prison.  But, you wouldn’t have to worry about that.  After all, you would probably be given the position of Propaganda Czar in a New America.

Have you noticed that the government programs that have been, historically, abject failures are the ones based upon the Socialist principles you embrace? Social Security.  Medicare.  Medicaid.  Shall I go on?

Union members have suffered quite possibly more than any other members of the American work force.  And not through any fault of the members themselves, but because of the abuse of power by Union Leaders.  Kind of like Fidel Castro living in luxury while his “fellow citizens” are poverty-stricken.  The idea of a Union was to give equal pay for equal work, protect its members and have no one member be more important than any other.  A traditionally Socialist principle.

If the country in which you became a wealthy, fat, happy product of the very Capitalism you abhor makes you that ill, I invite you to denounce your citizenship and go live in Cuba or Venezuela.  Why should you suffer so when the solution is really that simple?