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Learning to Fly

2 Feb

Much as I hate to say it, evidently Homeslice can be taught.

Oh, you will never get him to admit it. His haughty jaw can only drop so low. Current events point to the fact that what was a blatant error is being turned to victory.

But why the subterfuge?

First, the lesson. BO removed most of the troops from Bush’s favored combat zones, Iraq and Afghanistan. He immediately watched his former favorite Bush applause whippers return to the Islamic dystopia that is their natural state, sans jackass dictator to keep the sheetheads in line.

Second. Given the geographicality of Iraq and Afghanistan, basically separated by Iran, and the inability of BO to influence Iran’s nuclear ambitions, other than to say, OK, one may get an inkling of the actual truth that was too obscure for America to support. “Uh, yeah. We are gonna load almost a quarter million troops around Iran to prevent them from launching.”

My Dad used to love telling me about the B-52s circling Moscow just outside Soviet Air Space, 24 hours a day, seven days a week, pretending to hide in plain sight, lest whichever Soviet leader see an opening to loose the big one. “Is today the day?” “No, comrade, today is not the day.”

For the entirety of my youth, it worked. The nightmare never came.

And so now, President Obama is working a two, maybe three pronged attack, proving that he can learn, to which I say, “Atta boy!”

The initial part of the strategy involved revitalizing the former blue light that Bush had carefully created, inviting, luring, drawing every radical that wanted to die in the name of Mohammed to Syria. Yeah, the ambassador and the other three brave Americans were but cheese on the trap. In one fell swoop, Obama enabled a new force of Terror, probably armed it, (apologies to the Iraquis who were blamed for arming ISIS, a necessary fib, given that America’s hands would be dirty if caught loading the ISIS trucks from a Libyan ship in a Turkish harbor.)

The next piece involved removing American troops from all fields of fire for at least a moment. And he did that, with just a little overlap as the troops leaving Afghanistan passed the troops coming back to Iraq, but it was only 1300 or so.

Third, it was necessary to get the magnet working. You know the one. The one that Traitor Secretary Kerry revealed in the election, “a magnet drawing radical islamojihadists to the fray..”

And so, there is what is left of Libya, an enemy in Syria, more fascists than one could find in Europe, and a recalcitrant member of the league of nations, Iran, flirting with a nuclear weapon, capable of reaching beyond Israel, by a factor of continental calibrations.

All this time, willingly posing as an impotent fool, losing this battle and that, yielding turf once purchased by blood, sweat and tears, providing cover to allow the pieces to assemble and be made ready.

10,000 more troops have been sent. Maybe as bait. Maybe as a further destruction of the American Military requiring undocumented soldiers to refill the ranks, making that whole Boston Harbor Deux possible as he continues to transform America.

So, here is how it goes. The jihadists will continue to coagulate. Obama will continue to drone them, being careful to manage the population such that it continues to increase in size. (It’s analogous to “reeling em in”) And lastly, convince Bibi of three things.

1.) That the Iranians have in fact gotten their trigger from Russia, as promised.
2.) The Iron Dome will deflect/disarm/destroy any incoming missiles.
3.) The time is now.

A subsequent back door lovers phone call to the mullahs, convincing them that an attack was imminent, and our problems are over. Including those biblically difficult problems, the Jews.

And all this time I thought Obama was a Communist.

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Imitating Life

22 Jan

Among the many things that cause me to smfh are the cries of the fans concerning that last minute interception their quarterback threw, again. Forced to choose between being sacked and losing or making a last ditch fling into a crowd that may win the game, I will take the “Fling for 50, Wink” every time. Blessed are those that do, well, something. This is not Hippocratic.

As humans, we seem to have little use for those incredibly evolved devices called forethought and memory. I seem to have spent my fifties waking up to some banalities (previously just inklings) that should have been obvious long ago. One of those wonders is the shifting balance of risk vs. reward, as time grows short.

We saw this drama play out in last weekend’s NFC Championship game between the Green Bay Packers, and the Seattle Seahawks. The Seahawks, at 3 quarters and 11 minutes, still losing by two touchdowns, started taking risks that only apply when time is short and your season is within 4 minutes of expiring. Fourth down passes, on side kicks and Hail Marys become beyond de rigueur to anything less than suicidal is a fail.

It made me long for Marvin Lewis’s Prevent Defense, a strategy familiar to any Friday night cheerleader, willing to give up anything, in order to prevent the score.

And it is this desperation of the midnight hour that is leaving me in a cold sweat.

BO recently delivered his sixth State of the Union. Forgive the man that he did not appear chastened, having just lost his lapdog Harry Reid, and failed to nick the House with the results of the last election. Bush bussed Pelosi in 2007 under a similar set of circumstances. One could even excuse the haughty up thrust chin evoking everyone’s favorite first Socialist, ole  “Freedom From Want,” FDR. Just sayin.

No, beyond the buoyant political barbs and the smarmy idolatry, lies a man with a plan.

At least part of the plan has been public for some time.

BO has made no secret of his desire to fundamentally transform America. He has doubled our debt, put political activists in charge of our healthcare, and used his Justice Department to criminalize the local police. (As of this writing, Wilson is rumored to be off the hook, Ferguson PD, not so much.)

Cloward Pivin’s strategy, to flood the social safety net with illegal immigrants, is well under way, and given California’s recent denouement of their drivers licensure requirements, that is, to issue a license and with it the right to vote, the future of elections in every state that follows suit will vote Democrat, forever.
And so it was that I watched the Pretender in Chief deliver his homily of freebies to the unmathed, or new mathed, that can’t conceptualize that taking from the next generation is not the same thing as “free.”

I really doubt that he can find a way to execute the orders to give away even more of other’s money, but as with Clinton, I am prepared to be amazed.

But the puzzle isn’t about the legislation currently secure with the new Congress, or the Executive Orders that will be issued.

The element that gives me pause, is watching this great country in the hands of a man who is devious and dishonest. A fraud who claims to be many things, that one has to be in a state of denial or part of the the conspiracy to accept. A great country, who in an attempt to right a wrong, to pay a debt that cannot be settled if not forgiven, or just to make things right, hurried the election of a man who used his race for political expedience, even though he has done little to relieve the suffering of the faithful.

That man has entered the fourth quarter of his game. Depending on his view of the goal line and his distance to it, one can only expect the plays to become more dangerous the closer we get to that end. Given that his playbook contains everything from Executive Orders to Nuclear War, (no body said it has to be our nukes, think Iran,) there is no end to the evil that can be unleashed on the world. Given that the end goal, (of any leftwing socialist/communist,) which according to Cloward Pivin, is an economic disruption and reordering, and for BO, who promised fundamental transformation, is in sight, I just wonder how far BO will go to see his obviously anti-individualistic un-American legacy fully inflicted.

Tic toc.

Your Place on the Couch

19 Jan

I admit. I am intrigued by rabbit holes. Some are just that, rabbit holes. Others are carefully constructed intrusions, focused vacuums that are broadcast like intelligent seines in the rivers of the social media.

Setting aside for the moment, the usual cautions about “who’s watching the watchers,” I’d like to share a story. The memes may be changed to protect the innocent, and that is me, I am innocent.

I was, wasting time as usual, making wise ass remarks to people I don’t know, but whose arrogance I found as a personal affront, (the good news here is that I have evolved (to completely colloquially abuse my favorite word)) allowing myself to be engaged by all comers.

And so it was when I was PMed by a fella that claimed a military pedigree and a knowledge of “things” that would blow my mind. Always one for a good mind blowing, I agreed to call the number he provided and so began our little chat.

Aside: For some time now, I have been pondering the new friends that show up. Often there is an agreement, and then shortly, almost predictably, the tenements of my arguments tangentialize into extrapolations that bear little resemblance to my postures. Hmmm.

Our conversation started out simple enough, “cut taxes, reduce bureaucracy, states rights, dark side of the moon military bases.”

“What?”

“Oh yeah, balanced budget, free speech, separation of church and state, subterranean aliens.”

“Yo-k, I gotta go.”

“Ok Lehman, I will let you go, but before I do, let me ask you one more question. Have you ever thought about [and I am not going to breathe the words because it is horrific, and yes, I have thought about it]?”

“No.”

My blood ran cold. Not because I was found out, but because a potential terror threat was obvious to someone other than me, and they were looking for terrorists, and somehow, my political rants had earned their recognition.

On one hand, I am glad this obvious disaster is on somebody’s radar, on the other, I have not noticed anyone placing appropriate prophylactics.

There are others.

I go about my days with the usual struggles, roof, food, family and taxes. Occasionally I wonder what I will feel if one of my imagined foretold preventable disasters occur, and the acceptance of my own impotence, to have seen the danger but to have no audience for my cry of “Fire!”

My closest counsel would tell me to not waste my time. And quote the old serenity prayer, and suggest that I chose. I should, except that…

Barak Obama refuses to say the words Islam and Terrorist in the same sentence. He prefers the euphemisms like Violent Extremists, and promises fresh legislation. The Media is relating stories of criminals that appear to be Muslims in Germany and France, Belgium and Great Britain. Today we are hearing stories of individuals arrested domestically, (right here in Southwest Ohio) with links to Syria et al, bearing the look of every other throat slashing bomb wearing sycophant kidnapping in the name of God murderer that has graced the tube of late.

BO postures himself as the savior of one of the oldest religions on Earth. Defender of the faith, can you imagine?

BO is couching the terms, blending the features, creating synapses where none exist. He and the “they” (creators of BO and the rest of the destroyers) like to position a provable with a wish. Evolution with Global Warming, a theory as plain as your face with one proven by “tricks” and satellite info as delivered by political appointees.. Capitalism with Unemployment, as though both will grow the economy.

BO is saving Terrorism, not for Islamofascists, but for the owners of the millions of guns that are kept for the most American of liberties. The wresting of ourselves from tyranny, in whatever form it is found.

BO is preparing us for the removal of the Second Amendment, and with it the First.

The keepers of the faith that is liberty, are about to find themselves labeled as Violent Extremists. Yeah. Homegrown Domestic Terrorists.

I mean, why would you have a gun, if you did not plan on it’s use?

What If You Built It?

13 Jan

As a man (or woman) moves through his life, he creates a wake in the tide with his movement, or lives in a pond, filling with silt and going nowhere.

We have witnessed the spectacle of jihadists creating a tsunami of waves as they murdered editorialists, rearmed the gendarmes and put Israeli Prime Minister Netanyahu within a bitch slap of  Palestinian Authority Mahmoud Abbas.

We witnessed some 40 world leaders walk arm in arm in an act of defiance toward the cowards that come under mask and gun to stop the mighty pen.

I have to admit, I wondered, “Where is my President?”

“Where is Attorney General Holder? Was he not just there?”

“Where is Joe Biden or Secretary Kerry?”

I gave weight to the short time frame, (but BO can go from beheadings to golf in 8 minutes or less), the security issue, (what, BO would be a bigger target than BeBe?) and the brilliant bright white that is Barak Obama eclipsing the other world leaders.

And then it occurred to me that maybe, just maybe BO is pissed because his drones are the only ones currently killing innocent and evil in the Middle East and environs.

Maybe.

But as I scanned the Cumbaya 40, a different “what if” occurred to me.

Would Blair or Thatcher not have called Bush or Reagan, to see when they could get together, before or after? Would Arafat not have reached out to Albright for some furthering review? You know they would, have.

And so how is it, that the smartest man ever to occupy the office, that just happens to be black, the Marvin Gay channeling King of Cool, was left uninvited, unaware and unwanted at the biggest (political) show of force that I or the world has ever seen?

Life, of those not wanting to be hermits, is lived through connections. Politics is sustained by the same. To be led by a leader with no interest in maintaining the alliances that have made the world what it is should give one pause.

Does BO know he is isolated? Does he know he is evoking Jimmy Carter’s retreat to the Rose Garden? Does he care?

Is he just satisfied that his imprint on the world stage, the unseating of the political leaderships of Egypt, Libya, Tunisia and the rest, is a sufficient legacy? And now it is time to loose his disruptive philosophy of Hope and Change on the Homeland?

Or is he truly the small ball in tall weeds, too in love with himself to realize that his beloved blackness was just a demographic tool utilized again by the destroyers of individual self actualization?

Whether he knows it or not, one thing is clear. Thanks to Barak Obama, we, and he, find the collective ourselves, alone.

Hey, I Am Terrorized!

8 Aug

Ya know, I am sick of the gov’t saying the one thing and doing the other. Take the War on Terror for instance. Now, if that was a WWF character, he would take his name and inflict it on every son of a bitch that dared to step into the ring.

Now we have  Embassy shut downs. Who looks like the scaredey cat? We get two camel humpers with cell phones, cuz, evidently they did not get the memo, talking about jihad just like 2nd amendmenteers talk about 1776, and the thoroughly tenderized administration removes the beacons of freedom (or what should be) from the hottest spot on the globe. (See? We’re proactive. That’s leadership!)

What happened to “you leave me alone and I leave you alone and it’s cool til you dick with me and force me to put yer eyes out?”

It’s a War on Terror alright.

I remember being in a huge walkway with bison. Walking behind them, calmly moving them in the direction I wanted them to go. Some dumbass came out of the targeted barn, waved his hand in the air and screamed, “Bring em here!”

I already knew that.

But the bison, who were only moving away from my gentlest of pressure, were suddenly assaulted by a man waving his arm and yelling. Thanks buddy.

When you are 20 years old, 180#, and a herd of 13 bison are thundering your way, the fences are too tight to climb, too narrow to escape and the herd is coming upon you, quickly, you focus.

Fear focuses the mind. And you become very, very brave.

From deep inside you comes the strength to push aside your fear and run full tilt toward the oncoming traffic. And head for the one in front. And he will see, and when he does he will flinch. He ain’t afeared. He’s just gettin his trajectory worked out. And so right when he commences with his bluff, you let it affect you not at all. You just keep charging. And when his pause and his feint which are wired into his DNA to move you fail to evoke a hesitant response on your part, the big bison goes to his next level of instinct. “RUN!”

Why are we pulling out of our embassies?

To borrow from “Breaking Bad,” shouldn’t we be “the Terror?”

Wouldn’t it be cheaper to just let the Marines have their bullets?

Stand Your Ground

22 Jul

Yeah, sucks doesn’t it?

On one hand, I suppose I find comfort from my perch on the food chain.
On the other, I wonder how it is that my brotharun find it so easy to take when it is them from which so much was taken.

Where is the attempt to learn? I mean, did “we” suffer no indignity?

I watched the trial in as much of it’s entirety as I could. I wanted to remember how freedom was killed, or attempted to be slaughtered.

And she was. Maneuvers and bureaucrats and liars. They all showed up for the clown show and treated us to a spectacle of lies that will not be forgotten.

But what is somewhat horrifying, is the rapidity and full throated swallowing of each aspect of the case.

He got out of his car. The police told him not to. Trayvon was a child. He just wanted to go home.

When at the other end of the spectrum you have a thuggabe who went to the 7-11 to pick up the two parts of his cocktail that were missing for the juice which he was gonna share with his hopefully innocent step brother to be.

You tell me where the truth lies.

And behind all this obfuscation is the true nature of the onslaught.

The attempt by big ole Tyranny, seeking once again to chain the blacks to the yoke of attempting to destroy the greatest experiment on the face of the Earth.

Lincoln used them as he pretended to free them in his successful attempt to destroy the 10th Amendment. We have watched some 150 years of a supposedly limited government take more and more of our sustenance. All in the name of improving our lot.

We now owe more than we are able to repay, and I will be damned If I can tell where the money went.

And the step that is now being inflamed is not equality for blacks. Hell, they feed the frenzy at the abortion clinics on one hand and encourage the importation of a better labor force with the other.

No, the attempt is to disarm us. To make us retreat in the face of evil.

And they are using our supposed hatred of blacks to do it.

Stand Your Ground is not the New Lynching as Toure said on Friday.

It is the American Way.

Now get off your ass and go earn something.

Waking Up.

4 Oct

It is 8:16 a.m. in America.  And the nightmare is almost over.  Last night we all watched as Romney, who has run a cautious, careful campaign, pulled back the curtain to reveal two mortals, now locked in a battle for the future and soul of a great nation.

Throw back the truthers, the birthers and the rest of the fringe groups that scream from the edges, the battle in the trenches has been joined and blood has been let.

From virtually the day, or I should say the night that Obama won the majority of delegates in the Democratic Primaries, the financial markets have been reeling from the realization that the United States was not going to be a safe place to make a buck, and the bucks quit being made as capital fled all the American financial markets, not in search of a better deal, but in search of a safe mattress.

Well, last night, the money took a careful look from the confines of the mattress and what it got was a breath of fresh air.

Right now, we await the latest jobs numbers and tomorrow we will have more jobs numbers and none of that matters a bit.  We are now accustomed to the game that is being played there.  Weekly and monthly numbers revised this and that way to make the next batch appear to be more or less to the liking of the current regime.  So who cares what this next batch of fetid cookery smells like?  It matters not.

What does matter is that last night, Mitt Romney showed up and the apparition the press has presented, President Obama did not.  And in the 90 minutes of face to face discussion about the past and future of this great country, Romney showed a positive way forward.

It is morning in America.  There is reason to believe you can make a buck here, once again, and for the first time in slightly less than half a decade stand a chance of keeping it.

The markets are going to take notice.  It’s gonna be a good day Tater.