The Pinnacle of Travesties!!!!

When will it all end? I am a news hound. I love to watch the news on TV, listen to the news on my car radio and read the news on the internet. The problem I have these days is what passes as ‘real’ news. I saw a headline the other day that heralded the fact that Kim Kardashian’s baby bump is now showing. I don’t care. Who really does? The only thing I worry about is that poor kid being raised by whatever nanny this no-talent harlot hires.  

We are beset on all sides by tragedy and travesties. Benghazi-gate…Fast and Furious…Sandy Hook Elementary…Aurora Movie Theatre…100 car pile-ups on I-10…murders, rapes, burglaries, robberies, and it goes on. Old movie stars dying, young movie stars pontificating, middle of the road movie stars languishing….we’re told about them all. 

In fact, we are desensitized…almost…to everything and anything they report on these days. Taxes are higher, food is higher, gas is higher, unemployment is higher but it’s bound to get better. Did she lip-sync or didn’t she? Is he going to take away our guns or isn’t he? Is Feinstein really a woman or isn’t she? Should women go into combat or shouldn’t they? If they do, it will bring an entirely new meaning to the term ‘Foxhole’. Are the Republicans going to be destroyed or aren’t they? Will the Democrats take the House in 2014 or won’t they?  Soon, it all blobs together until you think John Kerry is going to be the Secretary of Defense and Hagel is going to be the Secretary of State and Obama is going to be selling ice cream from an ice cream truck. What??? Where did THAT come from? The Egyptians are getting F-16’s and we can’t have our AR-15’s and I want MY DAMNED AR-15!!!! The Moo-zlims are taking North Africa by storm, the North Koreans are going to nuke us, Japan and China are going to war and Mercedes has a Super Bowl ad that people are saying is too sexy for TV. Global Warming is a hoax and then it’s not, green energy costs too much but we’re going to do it anyway and America is going down the toilet with the rest of the goo but Bloomberg is worried about New Yorkers drinking too many BIG GULPS. Sheriffs across the country are letting the White House know they’re going to arrest Federal Agents while the Feds are more interested in arresting tax evaders than they are illegal immigrants. Afghanistan is going back to the dogs, Iraq never left the dogs, all the Arabs hate us and the Israelis don’t trust us. Europe is broke, Russia is in a mess and China has aspirations about taking over the world. North Korea, AGAIN…threatened war with South Korea and Malaysia is planning to have a Bible burning. Pakistan and India still hate each other and are rattling their nuclear sabres, while the pirates in Somalia are retiring from the business because they’re all multi-millionaires now and the ocean around their cracked up country is too dangerous to continue the trade. BUT…NEWS FLASH!!!! Tiger Woods is dating Lindsey Vonn, Danika Patrick has a new boyfriend and Michael Buble and his wife are expecting a baby. Who the hell is Michael Buble???? 

Then…THEN…to top it all off, comes the travesty to end all travesties. It is the veritable pinnacle of travesties. Yea, there can be no worse travesty than the one I am about to inform you of. When I saw this on the news, I went…”NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!” and fell to my knees in anguish, sobbing like a child who just found out his diaper wasn’t organic. Some things used to be sacred, ya know? There was a time when you didn’t change some things and you let tradition live on, regardless of the cost or the negative impact and consequences. But, not today. No, in today’s society you can’t allow what’s best in the world, what’s good, pure and beneficial to planetary peace go on without change. When I saw this on the news, I was fully aware at that moment the world..as we have known it…would soon end. The Lingerie Football League will no longer wear….I can’t hardly continue with these tears in my eyes….LINGERIE!!!!! 

Why even have a man-cave in your home if you can’t watch scantily clad women play football? Why even watch women play football if you can’t see all their jiggly parts…jiggling…as they run with the ball? What sense does it make to cover them up? They aren’t popular because they rush a hundred yards a game or sprint the 40 in 4.1. They’re popular because THEY’RE WEARIN’ FRIKKIN’ LINGERIE!!!!!  Any idea why men like to watch a catfight…(a term used by us Neanderthals to indicate two women fighting)? Because they tear each other’s clothes off and we get to see their jiggly parts jiggling…sometimes without any covering at all. It’s a gas gas gas. Ya know? 

And now, they’ve gone and ruined it for all of us who still have that animalistic desire to see near naked women grunt and grind and hit and jiggle, all without having to endure listening to them talk afterward. It was a win-win!!! 

So, that’s it for me with the news watching. I can’t think of anything more horrid than this…but what if it were to happen? What if…heaven forbid…a future headline like this were to be splashed on newspapers and internet sites around the country? What would we do then? What…would…we…do? 

KIM KARDASHIAN ELECTED PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES!  

If the Lingerie Football League change can happen….anything is possible. Be afraid my friends. Be very afraid.

Let Us Drink Milk and Honey

Ah, to live in a liberal's fantasy land must be a wondrous thing. If only everyone would love and not hate, give and not take, bless and not curse, make love and not war and...and...I think I'm going to be sick.

Yes, it would be grand, wouldn't it? That's what we should do. We should drink milk and honey and sprout fresh smelling blooms from our bottoms and wish away all the world's problems into the corn field. Utopian thinking is the way to everlasting peace and understanding. We need to quote famous figures who denounce violence and espouse pacifism, for if the tyrants out there could see how harmless we are they would melt in our presence and instantly morph into preserved figs that we could taste all the day long. That's why there are people acting out evil things. It's because they don't understand how lovely the rest of us are and that if they would only come within our fold the beast that beats inside them would be tamed forever and we could lie among the clover and have one big slobbery lovefest with another. Why, if everyone had the same thing, then crime would disappear. If there were no guns, murder would disappear.

I can see it now. Let us all have a Volkswagen and a two bedroom house with kitchen, small living room and bathroom. Everyone has central air and heat, and everyone gets a chicken a day with a cup of rice. Why steal if that's what everyone has? Why covet if that's what everyone has? Why kill, maim and destroy if it will gain you nothing but the same thing that everyone else has? I think we should demand this happen right away. Let us start a petition to the White House and ask our President to sign one of his executive order thingys and put it into action. After all, government is the answer. Right? All of the world's ills can be answered by the right kind of governing.

And, of course, we need the utopians to help teach the rest of us the true way of happiness and contentment. I'm sure it has something to do with jump rope, hop scotch and jacks, but I'm not an expert on dreaming about the impossible like they are. I'll need to be re-educated, too.

A lot of us will have to do without certain things we have become accustomed to when the new world order comes into play. Things like...freedom...liberty...and the pursuit of what makes us happy as individuals. No, the liberals want 'normal' to be defined as everybody having and doing the same thing. Individuality is out, for it is individualism that breeds greed, lust, envy, hatred and violence.

The liberal totally rejects the idea of sin as the root cause of the world's problems. They say it has to be more than that. There has to be more to it than that. It can't be that simple. Then, when they turn the coin over to look at the other side, they scoff and scorn at the simplicity of the answer to sin. The liberal wants the answer to be found within us and them. They want man to find his own answers and his own solutions. They don't want to cast aside their own godhood, because then it would make them answerable to someone higher, greater and more powerful than they. Liberals refuse to believe their own ideas of what real power is couldn't even start to reach the height of what is truly there. No, they would rather look to those who are no better and no worse than they for their dreamy yet useless quotes, and then look upon those who are of a different mindset as inferior and a major part of the problem that just doesn't seem to want to go away.

One day, there will be a reckoning. It's in print that it will come. I would rather be reading that, believing that, than thinking they can avoid said reckoning by their own pitifully inadequate intellect. No matter how much you 'Imagine', this old world is only going to get worse and worse. And, every one of us has a hand in it. Every...last...one of us.

Dogs or Cats?

I was listening to 610 Sports Radio in Houston the other morning after the Houston Texans got slammed...AGAIN...by the New England Patriots, when for some reason the conversation turned to dogs and cats. The radio hosts were far and away dog lovers, which I have no problem with. But, they also voiced a total disdain for cats. One went so far as to say he couldn't stand cats.

In my lifetime, I have heard more guys say they have no love for the common house cat than those who do. Most have expressed a severe dislike for them. I think I know why. However, lets go to the dog and why men love them more.

Dogs are great. I love them. Allow me to go through the short list of dogs that I have owned. There was Toy, Zeus, Sissy, Ginger, Buddy and Phoebe. Toy was a short haired terrier mix and he was extremely loyal and fun to play with outdoors. Zeus was my German Shepherd and he had my back. Sissy and Ginger were two little dogs that belonged to me and my parents and both were very loving. Buddy was a chow mix and he had my wife's back...even when it came to me. He hated men and worshipped her. I didn't have to worry about the girls' safety while I was gone. If anyone tried to get to them, they would have had to go over his dead body. Then, there was Phoebe, my black labrador retriever. Crazy dog, but very loving. We had to give her over to a good family while I was working in England. She's very happy and loved where she is now. Men love dogs because they exude manhood. To have a manly dog makes a man feel...well...manly. A lot of men have 'control' issues and need a dog to carry them out. Dogs are subservient creatures and want to please their master. Dogs have no problem with having a master, because the master meets all their needs. Water, food, a place to stay and companionship. It's like having a slave. The dog, in turn, protects the home, the family, hunts and basically does what it's told to do. They are great company, always at your feet waiting to please. In addition, many people just prefer dogs. They love dogs. It's almost an innate thing you are born with to love a dog. Dogs are good and have proven themselves to man for centuries as great helpmates.

Then, there is the cat. I think men hate cats because cats couldn't care less what they want. You can't look at a cat and say, "Come!", expecting him to do anything other than to look back at you with an expression that says, "I know you ain't talkin' to me." It has been said the ancient Egyptians worshipped cats as gods and that they have never forgotten it. I would have to agree this is how they act. In the above paragraph, I mentioned several dogs I have 'owned'. The same cannot be said of cats. One never owns a cat. Dogs have masters. Cats have staff. I have heard men say that with a cat, you get nothing back in return. I have to disagree. With cats, you actually learn something about yourself and can take additional lessons about life in general from a cat. The first lesson would be to chill out and take a bath. Nothing seems to be as refreshing to a cat than a good bath. When a cat bathes, the entire world goes into 'stop' mode and total attention is given to it. When something is important, the cat says, put your whole being to the task. No other animal has mastered the art of the nap like the cat has. Frequent naps are part and parcel in the nature of the cat. As I have grown older, this catlike wisdom has taken root with me. Nothing beats a good nap. Cats teach you to be independent and wary of others. Cats can be left alone for days at a time. When you return, they look at you as if to say, "Oh...you left?" You gotta love that. Our oldest cat, Sasha, beds us down every night. He gets on top of us and lays down, purring loudly. The purr is one of the most pleasant sounds in all the world. Much better than a bark.

If you choose to own a dog, I think that's great. Dogs are a great animal friend to have. But, don't look down on people who love cats a little more. These are sensitive people who like a quiet, sedate animal at their side while they read a book. When they allow it, you can stroke their soft fur and listen to them purr. It is said cats don't show affection. That's usually said by people who don't like cats and have never had one choose them to live with. Cats are very affectionate creatures. It's just that the affection comes to you on their terms, and not yours. If you're a guy who likes to have control over everything around you, then you will hate cats. But, if you're a guy with a big heart who believes in 'live and let live', then you will treasure the company of a cat, as much as you will that of an obedient dog. I have had both at the same time, and it was a happy home we had. Love your dog, but have a heart for the cat. They are a special creature.

When Did This Happen?

I was listening to what passes as news this morning, having my cup of joe and minding my own business, when this 'idiot' woman began to vomit her 'idiot' thinking from her brain through her pie hole. The subject was the legalization of marijuana, whether in the 18 States that have approved it to be distributed medically, or Colorado and Washington State that has made it legal recreationally.

From looking at this woman, one could logically deduce the only life she has ever known was in a library or classroom. I doubt she's ever been on a date, much less asked out for one, and I couldn't help but chuckle as she spouted about talking to 'experts' to back up her claims...of which these 'experts' were never named.

I always like that term...expert. How do you get to be an expert on something? I've watched the news before where some guy about 21 years old is heralded as an expert on political conflict engagement between the minorities and police in suburban areas that have low crime rates due to the number of dogs people own vs. the cats they have. I mean...really? You aren't old enough to be an expert on wiping your own ass. But, I digress.

This bloviating blowhard of a woman (of which I am the same thing, but I'm a guy) was talking about how recreational marijuana use will harm the low income and youth...or, the ones who don't have much to do. It will decrease productivity in the work force, she claimed, since they'll be 'chilled out' from THC overload. Let me touch on that. Back in 1979, before drug testing and while I was working at a plant in Houston, I would get high before I went to work. I would show up at 6:45 in the morning and start working at 7. Around 10, I would maintain the high. After lunch, I would do it again. When we were supposed to go home at 3:30, we were usually told that we had to work overtime. During that fifteen minute lull I would get high again. This went on until seven or eight or nine or ten pm. When I got home, I would get my bedtime high and go to sleep. Only to get up and start all over again the next morning. There were several of us that did this, working sixty, seventy and even eighty hours a week. What's funny is we got the product out, nobody got injured, and we were gainfully employed. The only reason I stopped smoking marijuana was because of drug testing. The job was more important to me than the high. For her to also state that only the poor and the young will smoke dope is ludicrous. All people from all walks of life get high. If it's legal, marijuana will be at every party at every level of the financial ladder.

But, what had me chuckling the most at this idiot was when she said that we as a society are responsible for what happens to the lower income people and  youth who will be negatively affected by marijuana use. When did this happen? When was "I" responsible...as in my fault if nothing is done about it...for everybody else? Look, guys...I can't take care of 300 million Americans. I know I'm quite the man, but even that is beyond my capability. What she's saying, like so many idiots just like her, is that we need to pour more money at the problem. And where do we get this money? From me and you for the government to spend and spend and spend for social ills that will NEVER go away. Marijuana has been illegal for how long now? There's been a 'war' on drugs for how long now? There's been educational tools, seminars, meetings and films (the most hilarious is Reefer Madness, you should see it some time) about the dangers of drugs for how long now? Thomas Jefferson wrote in the Declaration of Independence....We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men and women are created equal. I believe that. But all men and women will not move on from birth to remain equal and it ain't my responsibility to see to it they do. A lot of men and women make bad choices through their lives and end up being unequal on the ladder of life. Some don't get off the first rung, others only make it halfway, and then there are the very very few who climb to the top. Am I an equal citizen to Donald Trump or Brad Pitt? In the eyes of the law and the Constitution I am, but on the rung of financial security, fame, popularity, and status I have not. I can't call a press conference and talk about my root canal...but if these two were to do it the press would show up in droves.

I am responsible for the path I chose. Nobody else is responsible for me and I don't want anybody else to be responsible for me. I have made bad choices in life, and I've made good choices in life and I've made some so-so choices in life. Those choices are what have made me what I am today, for better or worse, and nobody is to blame or get credit for it other than me.

Personally, I think the legalization of marijuana should go nationwide. Thousands of people are being murdered, butchered, tortured, raped and mutilated on the southern border because of America's gluttonous need for drugs. The drug cartels are shipping it over here and making billions of dollars down there. The best way to take their power from them is to compete with them....the good old capitalist method. Just think how much revenue the government could bring in from the taxes. If we ran the drug cartels out of business, think how many lives would be saved down south, and how much money would stay here. There are many...MANY...who would decry this idea and wail and scream and throw accusations at me about the lives that would be destroyed here and how I was heartless to put 'money' in the mix of the decision. My answer to that would be this. Are people not smoking it now? Are people not snorting it now? Are people not making brownies now? Do we not already have a widespread drug problem in this country now? One of the draws to marijuana is the illegality, the excitement of the 'sneak', the getting away with something.

My daughter goes to college and has made friends with a young man she says was high all the time. She never saw him at school when he wasn't high. He made straight 'A's. At the beginning of this semester, she told me he came up to her and wasn't high. He informed her that he was tired of it and decided to quit. There was no pressure, no arrests made and it wasn't that his parents found his stash and threatened to throw him out on the street. What happened was....he grew up. He decided to be responsible for his own actions. Just like I did. I was glad to hear it. There are others, perhaps many, who won't make that 'good' decision. But, that's not my responsibility...it's theirs. We all have choices to make in life. I want those to be free, personal choices...no matter what they are or what they do to the person making them. What I don't want is some liberal thinknik with her unnamed experts telling me or anybody else what choices to make. The government has already started doing that in many other areas of our lives, chipping away at the foundation of our freedoms and liberties until they finally get what they want. A nanny state.

Would be that we still had the mindset of the old settlers moving west. They took responsibility for their own lives and their own futures. Many died along the way from indians, outlaws, disease, starvation, accidents, and weather. I'm glad we didn't have this woman living back then. She would have been at the threshold of the west, warning everyone to not go and urging the government to intervene on their behalf because they were deluded and forcing suffering on themselves.

I guess I only have one thing to say to her, and I wish I could. That would be...."Shut up, bitch."

Piers Morgan Go Home

I just finished reading an intolerably long article by Piers Morgan that was published in the UK Daily Mail. Now, for all you libs and gun hatin' types out there that are AMERICAN citizens, please understand this is not directed at you. As a citizen, I firmly believe you have every right to hold your own beliefs and have your own stances about guns in America and lawfully speak out however you choose. You also have the right and Constitutionally protected tools to do what you can to change things in this country. I don't support your side...but I support your right and the right to those tools.

As most of you know, I legally worked and lived in the UK from November, 2007 to November 2009. I went back in August, 2010 and didn't leave from the project that brought me there until April, 2012. First, let me tell you that I fell in love with that country. The place is unbelievably rich in history and tradition. From the coast of southern England to the Scottish Highlands I doubt I have ever seen such resplendent landscapes and lush, beautiful vegetation. The people are extremely friendly and the pub life superb. I made many friends while there and still remain in contact with several of them. I miss England very much...every aspect of it. I would love to live there for the rest of my life.

But, you know what I didn't do while I was there? I didn't tell them how much greater America was than England. I didn't tell them how stupid they were to have a parliamentarian government instead of one like ours. I didn't scoff at their having a royal family or deride them for driving on the left side of the road. I also didn't tell them how bad off they were for not having the same freedom as we to protect ourselves...because, dear friends...they don't. No, what I did was live by a couple of simple rules. The first one was, 'When in Rome..'. The United Kingdom is what it is. The English are English, the Scottish are Scottish and the Welsh are Welsh. I lived as an Englander. I had no weapons at my ready disposal. I visited the local pubs. When I ate out, I learned that the crowd doesn't start showing up until eight or later. They don't eat early. I watched their news, read their papers, listened to their radio and never once tried to drive on the correct side of the road. To be quite frank, many of them...mostly males...were fascinated by our gun culture. Several times I had them ask me if I had any guns. My response? "I'm from Texas, dude. Of course I have guns." The conversation would then go to, 'How many?', 'What kinds?', and 'Why do you need them?'.  I never...not once...injected into a conversation as to why they didn't want them.

You see, it's a different culture. My second rule was that I wasn't there to change the culture. I was there to perform a job. I wasn't there to alienate people. I was there to get along. When it came to their way of life, I minded my own business. I was a visitor. And, even if I moved there permanently and established full-time residence, I wouldn't go on a crusade to change them. The same holds true for every other country I have been in. It's up to them to change if that's what they want to do. If they are content...leave, them, alone.

I know many, many people who have come here from the UK to stay. One of the first things most of them do is buy guns. They are elated at the freedom to buy guns and to possess them. As our founding fathers said, and even as old Great Britain patriarchs have said in the long ago past, no man is free unless he is armed. They have also discovered that the vast majority of gun murders here are between gang bangers fighting over their 'turf'. These UK ex-pats have found on their own that America is a safe country. Not only is it safe from the criminal element...by and large...but an armed populace increases its safety from the government that looms over its people. I have no problem with UK folks coming here to work, live, play, raise their families and experience this great country of ours in any fashion they wish...except for one.

Don't come over here and blather about how much greater England is than America. England is England. America is America. Deal with it. But, my anger is really kindled...along with millions of other Americans....MILLIONS...when a goatsucker like Piers Morgan comes over here and has a voice on national TV and trumpets about how much more holier his thinking is than ours. Piers Morgan has no business telling us anything about what we should do within our borders, right or wrong. As he so aptly pointed out in his article, we already threw his ilk out of here and we did it because we had guns. We shot the crap out of the British until they cried 'Uncle!' and then we boarded their Redcoat asses on their boats and shipped them home where they belonged. Morgan had the audacity to point out that he wasn't against guns. He said that guns was what stopped Hitler. What? The lack of guns in the hands of the people was one reason he was able to be HITLER.

Piers Morgan can pontificate all he wants with his stats and his figures and his math. Anyone can make any case they want to with stats...pro, con, or otherwise. He can even tell one of our citizens on his program that he's an incredibly stupid man and get away with it. He can spew his wimpy diatribe on our television channel until he's blue in the face. And I hope he carries out his 'threat' to deport himself, after a petition to the White House garnered nearly 100,000 signatures asking our government to deport him. In England, he and any other British citizen can say whatever they want about America, good or bad, and I will have no problem with it. But, to come over here and make U.S. Dollars hand over fist, on U.S. soil, living in a U.S. house, working on a U.S. TV station, eating U.S. food, drinking U.S. water, enjoying U.S. shops and...might I add... enjoying much much lower U.S. taxes from top to bottom??? One might think he would be somewhat grateful to be allowed to live in the greatest most powerful and free-est country the world has ever known and shut his pie-hole when it came to how we choose to live and under what rules. The best...BEST...thing he could do for America, is to frikkin' leave.

There Is No Cure

I read a story today about a mother who lost her son at Sandy Hook Elementary. She says he 'still' appears in her dreams and she's haunted by his memory. The word 'still' caught my attention, because it hasn't been that long ago since the tragedy occurred. However, if I could talk to her, my message wouldn't be pleasant. There is no cure for it.

We all expect to lose our parents and grandparents. That doesn't make it easier when it happens, and we go through the grieving process and mourn their passing and the absence of their positive influence in our lives. My dad passed away in October, 1999 and my mother in December, 2003. I still think about them and we have their photos on the wall of our bedroom. They were good parents and we loved each other dearly. I still miss them, but the passage of time has dulled the pain of grief and I think mainly about the good things they left behind and the good times we had. Now, today, I never get melancholy about them, nor my grandparents. They were good people who loved me and I would love to visit them over a nice cup of coffee. But, that's about it.

However, the loss of my child is vastly different. This year will mark the fourteenth year of her passing. I can't look at her pictures on our wall without feeling a knot in my stomach. At times, I see her face and hear her voice and it is all I can do to hold back the tears. Sometimes, I can't. I find myself second guessing on how I could have been a better parent to her and whisper for her to forgive me in my failures. I beat myself up over wanting her to die in the early stages of her life and think about what a terrible thing it was to wish such an event for your own flesh and blood. As her father, I should have been able to protect her until all the breath was gone from MY body, instead of hers. When May comes around, I dread it. It brings floods of bad memories and bad times of pain, suffering, sadness and regret. That long walk we took down the corridor of the funeral home to see her lying in a casket is etched in my brain and I can't get rid of it. We're supposed to go first. We're supposed to go first.

There is no cure for grief and the mourning process when you lose a child. It comes and it goes, and then it comes again. Sometimes it doesn't hit as hard as others. It is the birthdays and the Christmases and the Thanksgivings and...yes...the death where it hits the hardest. Then, there are times like yesterday while at work and sitting at my desk a wave of grief came over me when I thought of her. I had to go outside and sit in my car for a few minutes to let it pass. I have said before, and I'll say it again, that my greatest fear is I might forget what the sound of her voice was like. If I couldn't bring back the vividness of her voice in my mind I think it would devastate me. Sounds silly on the surface, but it freezes me with fear to think it may happen.

And, think about this. I feel this way about a child that I expected to die before me. When we brought her home from the hospital after two and a half months, we brought her home to die. If I still feel this way about her, just think about those parents at Sandy Hook whose children were healthy and expected to live out long and happy lives. No, there is no cure for it. There is comfort in my spirituality and my God allows me to be happy at all other times. But nothing can fully take away the loss in my heart or fill the hole that is there. And, there are no words to help those families in Connecticut. There are no programs, no guides, no quips and no medicines to take away the loss of a child, no matter what the circumstances were for that loss. The reason is as I said before....we're supposed to go first. There is no plan B if that doesn't happen. You just have to cope and move on. And that's the hardest part.

Now, On To What's Most Important....

Today, the Houston Texans are in Boston...or Foxborough...to play the New England Patriots in the NFL's Divisional Round of the playoffs. When these two teams met on December 10, the Pats steamrolled my beloved team to the tune of 42 to 14. It wasn't pretty. Now, here they are after winning the wild card round, back in the same place where their collective panties were pulled down and then spanked on their bulbous butts for all the world to see in a prime time game. They are 9-1/2 point underdogs.

Yesterday, another two teams met where one was a 9-1/2 point dawg. The Baltimore Ravens had been drummed by the Denver Broncos four weeks earlier....kind of in the same fashion the Texans were slapped around by the Patriots. As the Texans, the Ravens had to go to the opponents' home field and listen to the rabid crowd and play the 13-3, number one seed in the AFC. What happened could only be described as a sports miracle. The Ravens won the game, 38-35, in what could be aptly described as one of the most exciting playoff games in NFL history. Baltimore showed heart, grit, tenacity, a never-say-die mentality, and pulled out the win over one of the most highly rated teams in the NFL.

Then, today...we have the Houston Texans. They have individual players with a lot of heart. But, as a team...not so much. At the end of the Ravens game, the head coach kissed their star running back on the temple. Kind of weird...but the Ravens coach is an emotional guy. Our coach? The Houston Texans' coach? Yeah, he's kind of weird, too. However, I think he's devoid of emotion. In fact, he might even be an android. The style of coaching I saw yesterday trumps our coach's style in every sense of the word. The Ravens' quarterback, Joe Flacco was allowed the option of airing it out and taking chances, doing all he could to win the game. But you won't see this coach calling plays where our quarterback, Matt Schaub, will be throwing bombs all over the field. You won't see our team playing loose and with reckless abandon. It may even be a fact that they would get fined by our coach if they exhibited any kind of 'fun' while playing the game. To him, it's all business. Boring, tedious, repititious business. Gary Kubiak, the man of whom I speak, is about as flexible as a six inch long, two inch diameter iron rod. Here's one example.

Yesterday, a young man named Trindon Holliday (Denver), set an NFL record. He returned a punt for a 90 yard TD, and then returned a kickoff for a 104 TD. No player in NFL history has ever done that in the playoffs. The reason I mention the young man is that up until the regular season started this year, he was a Houston Texan. He showed brilliance in the pre-season, but Kubiak has so much granite for a brain that you can't make mistakes on his team and he lets you know when you're hanging by a thread. In short, he put so much pressure on the young man he had problems coping with it. Kubiak had said publicly that he didn't need somebody on his team that was simply a return man. He needed someone who was more versatile. So, if he kept Holliday, he would really really have to shine as a return man. He didn't, in Kubiak's near sighted eyeballs, so he cut him. Trindon goes to Denver and they say, "Hey little guy, we just want you to return kicks for us. Do your best." And, he did.

This coach's inflexibility will be the Texans' downfall today. He's too predictable and coaches as if he has blinders on. The coach he is going up against today is a mastermind at developing a game plan that will rip your heart out and crush it before your dying eyes. He lets his team play to their strengths, instead of what he perceives they should be doing. Kubiak will be like a deer caught in the headlights, and if they manage to win...it will be in spite of him, instead of because of him.

I feel bad about it, because we have some good men on this team who play with heart and who want to win. But when the captain of your ship is the NFL's poster boy for Captain Ahab, who is obsessed with his players staying within his Moby Dick system, he becomes the catalyst to their demise. Fake field goal? Fake punt? Razzle dazzle? A wrinkle in their offense that nobody has seen before? Throwing for ten when you actually need ten? Airing it out all over the field? Fuggedaboutit. That's not Gary Kubiak's style. He'd rather lose than change. And that's more than likely what's going to happen later today.

My take? Houston 17, Patriots 28. AND, I'll be the happiest person among all the fans if I'm wrong. Here's hoping I am.

If It Could Just Save One Life...It Would Be Worth It

We need to reduce the nation's speed limit to 5 miles per hour. Thousands and thousands of people die each year from traffic accidents. In a lot of those instances, speed is a factor. If it could save just ONE life, it would be worth it.

Alcohol is another factor in people dying. Drunk drivers, liver disease, alcohol poisoning, fights that end in death between friends, family and spouses occur when too much alcohol is consumed. If it could save just ONE life, it would be worth it.

Falling in the home causes 6000 deaths a year in the United States. A law should be passed where every house has handrails along the walls, on furniture, near the toilet, shower and bathtub. If it could save just ONE life, it would be worth it.

Home fires and burns are the third leading cause of death in the United States. If we would all just live outside and stay away from fire, it might save the 3,000 people who die each year from this terrible cause. If it could save just ONE life, it would be worth it.

Everyone, PLEASE...take a moment and think this through. We need government, our government, to come in and take control of our lives. It's quite obvious we can't go it alone. Life is too dangerous for us to be on our own. Maybe if our rulers would build big, nice fenced in areas in which we could live and be protected from all the big bad things that are out there in the world, then we would be safe. They would feed us, clothe us, house us, keep us warm in the winter and cool in the summer, and assign work details so we could feel useful and part of the social network that has been so conveniently structured for our safe, sedate and happy happy lives. At night, instead of TV, we could listen to our rulers indoctrinate us on how to just...get along. We could call each other 'Comrade' or 'Brother and Sister' and sleep in our single bunk beds with government supplied sheets, pillow and soft goat hair blanket. All dreams would be placed in our head by government implanted micro chips so we could visit the beach or climb a mountain or race a car. Of course, none of this would be real, because that would involve some kind of danger. We can't have danger. There can be no danger in our lives. How ridiculous to even think such a thing. As we lay down at night, we would get our pill to help us wake up refreshed and have happy thoughts of going to our work station and grind out widgets by the thousands so we could earn our cup of gruel and small glass of water. The State cares about us, and wants us to be free from all harm and anxiety. Those that become malfunctioning machines...uh...er...people....are taken to a 'special' place to receive more adequate care. For some reason, we will never see them again...but we are told they are happy in their new, special place, and we have no reason to think otherwise. After all, the government told us so. As we rapidly approach this idyllic existence that so many want, I long for the chip in my brain so I can walk the wall of China and experience Woodstock all over again. Soon, and very soon...my name will be changed to a conforming number...probably 97845269300. That would be nice. Wouldn't it?

Defriending is SO necessary sometimes....

I've decided to do something I've only done once before. I'm going to defriend somebody on Facebook. I doubt she will care. She is one of the most self absorbed, dictatorially opinionated, smug and over the top persons I've ever known. Face to face, she comes off as someone who is intellectual and has a good head on her shoulders, yet on Facebook she reveals the real she-devil that she is.

I don't do this lightly. I've weighed the options, considered the fall-out and possible negative aspects of doing this. The fact of the matter is...I absolutely loathe her ultra liberal, left wing, non-sensical stands on every...EVERY....issue...whether political, societal or ideological. She's an idiot. I also don't say that lightly. Most people, and I'd say the greater majority I know, have some sense. They have, at the very least, a modicum of intelligence. I have many liberal friends. I have lunch with them, work with them, watch ball games with them, and our families meet sometimes for dinner. We have a great time. I've even had lunch with this...this...woman. As I said, face to face she comes off as someone intelligent. But, she's not intelligent. She's not even close to intelligent. Not...even...close. At the risk of sounding redundant, she's a blithering idiot. A minimum of three villages could use her as theirs should there ever be a shortage of idiots. If we ever have a massive shortage, the maximum would be nearly ten villages. That's how much of an idiot she is.

This stupid stupid person shall not be named. That way I can continue to demean her without threat of lawsuit for slander. She could be the poster child for why women shouldn't be allowed to vote. She could be the very evidence men could use in a court of law as to why women should stay at home and only be seen...and not heard. I would agree with Hillary Clinton on every single issue she raised before I would even sniff in this woman's general direction.

One of the main problems with this country is that it is filled with such idiots. I blame the lawyers. Lawyers have ruined this nation. I was listening to a comedian a few years ago and I was overwhelmed at the logic and came to the conclusion that he had found the answer to why there are so many idiots like this woman thing. It has to do with WARNING labels. The hair dryers have labels that say, "Do Not Use In Shower". Step ladders have signs that say "Do Not Stand On Top of Ladder". Medicine says to not use heavy machinery when taken. All electronic equipment says to not plug into outlet while submerged in water.  I could go on and on with all the warnings to keep STUPID people safe. Instead of letting natural selection take its course and wean out the less intelligent of the species, we have allowed stupid people to marry stupid people and breed stupid children that then grow up and propagate the stupidness that is now pervading the country's population.

So, I've had enough. I can't stand to look at anything else she puts up on Facebook. It's too ridiculous and mind bending stupid to put up with. As Popeye said, I've took all I can stands and I can't stands no more. I wish her a happy life, a prosperous life and maybe...sometime in the future...a sparsely intelligent life. I doubt she could get any further than that on the last one. The chick is brainless. Absotively and posilutely brainless.

I will wait three days to defriend this person. If you think it's you...wait until the hatchet falls on Monday, January 14 at 8PM. At that time I will pull the plug. The only regret I will have is that when she discovers that everything she believes in has been built on sand and with a house of cards, I won't be able to see how she tries to explain it all as if she knew it would be that way all along. But, that's a small, itty bitty and tiny regret. The positives will far far outshine that.

Nancy Pelosi....My Hero

On Sunday, Nasty Pel...er...uh...Nancy Pelosi verbalized that the $600 billion dollars in tax increases was a good start, but that the government needed more 'revenue'. Revenue is the government's term for more of our money.

I once had a swimming pool. It was an 18,000 gallon, in ground pool with hot tub. The deep end was eight feet and it even had a diving board. The problem with having a pool is that it requires constant chemicalizing (my new word), cleaning, vacuuming, netting and what not. I spent more money keeping it swim worthy than I did spending time actually swimming in it. It was a money pit. Finally, I sold the house and swore never to have another pool of my own.

Our government is just like that pool. It demands more and more and more with little in return. Nasty Pelosi...uh...Nancy Pelosi...doesn't have to concern herself with higher taxes. In fact, nobody in congress has to worry about higher taxes. They all are either rich or have enough coming in to circumvent the hit...or, as government records show...there are a high number of government employees who don't even pay taxes. You don't become a congressman, or a senator, or even president unless you already are rich or have a rich circle of friends to subsidize your lifestyle.

Ms. Pelosi...there..the Ms. stops me from speaking my mind....lives in California...the highest taxed State in the union. That's all the politicians there know. Taxes, taxes and more taxes. Hell, I remember when I was back in school they taught us about a revolution that happened one time because of unfair taxation. Now, where was that again? Hmmmm.

The only good news is that Ms. Pelosi is the 'minority' leader in the House. She'll have hell getting any of her legislation passed there. But the American voter is a finicky animal. You never know how they're going to swing. Last November tells us that. When the next congressional election comes up, and if the Democrats re-take the house, we could see that $600 billion climb up to $1.4 trillion in taxes, without a penny's worth of spending cuts no doubt, since Obama has stated openly there is no spending problem. I wish I could live in such a dream world. Yet, alas, I don't.

I read an article yesterday where many people who voted for Obama are seeing their first paychecks this year and are steaming mad. I don't know why. They wanted him...politicked for him...worked to get him elected...and now they're mad? To believe a politician...any politician...is to be extremely and woefully naive. When you have the likes of Pelosi and her ilk walking hand in hand with a proven socialist minded president with their class warfare approach to society's ills, it won't be just the rich 1% who get in the rear end. It will be everybody. Lower class, middle class, and upper class. The red hot 'taxation' poker is going to jab us all. And to hear Pelosi speak on Sunday...she'd like to turn up the heat and jab that sucker in a little furth. In fact, none of them will be satisfied until they have us all working for them. And thus will end the American dream if they ever get their way.

This Post Dedicated to My Friend: Rick in Katy, Tx

Everything is fine. Everything. There is nothing that is not fine. From the top of our government to the bottom of the homeless person begging on the street corner...everything is fine. Liberals are okay, conservatives are okay, and even Chris Matthews is fine.

The rain we are getting today is fine. Even though I can't see it, the sun has risen in the east and it is fine. Tonight, when it goes down in the west, everything will still be fine.

On Monday, I will start my new job, and it will be fine. Even though certain job placement 'experts' told me I would be hard to place...all is well.

The new bill passed by the senate was again....just like the Obamacare bill...not read prior to voting. But, no worries. All is fine. Everything is fine.

Our beloved Houston Texans are in the playoffs. All they had to do was win one of the last two games to be the number one seed...and instead lost them both to fall to the number three seed....BUT, at least they are in the playoffs, so everything is fine. Just fine. Fine and dandy.

Our military has decided to stop serving breakfast to our men and women in Afghanistan. Leaving the night crew with only one meal a day. But, it's not happening to us over here. So, everything is fine. Just peachy.

We all will see higher taxes this year, and our country is almost bankrupt and spending money we don't have seems to be the order of the day...but it does not matter. I am glad to pay my fair share and even beyond. You know why? Because everything is fine. Couldn't be finer. Couldn't possibly be more rosy than it is right now and will ever be.

I have a slow leak on my left front tire...I don't have health insurance...I've been scraping by the last three months...my family has been sick...my cat just puked...and I remembered I left some fruit in the trunk of my car that has probably ruined by now and is smelling up the entire interior of my car like it's a Cuban pineapple factory!!!!!....BUT....(deep breath) everything is fine. No problems here. Nothing to see. Move along.

There are Christians telling me it's all right to break your word, that the church is okay and all I have to do is SEARCH to find a good one...when the opposite should be true if everything is OKAY. But, I'm not going to nit pick. All is outstanding, the birds are singing, the flowers are blooming and everything is fine. Just fine. Just fine!!!  JUST FINE!!!!

Our country looks like it's going to hell in a handbasket....11 states in or near bankruptcy...cities filing for bankruptcy...Nancy Pelosi still in office (AAAAGGGHHHH!!!)....idiots running congress and the White House....freedoms being threatened....liberty going out the window....strikes being threatened or in process....BUT....everything is frikkin' fine!!!! OKAY??!!!! ARE YOU HAPPY NOW!!!!

Hey Christian...Give Me Your Brain.

Did you read the latest Joel Osteen book? How about the latest Rick Warren book? John Ortberg? John MacArthur? Francis Chan? How about Timothy Keller? Come on! You haven't read Timothy Keller's book....Counterfeit Gods???? I can't believe it.

Yes, there are so many books out there for you to read and get your spirit uplifted, your soul repaired and your heart healed. Then, there are others that can fix your marriage, fix your kids, help you lose weight the GOD way, find that perfect mate to walk God's path with, help you at work, help you at golf, help you get rich, show you how to keep from getting poor, how to talk to your spouse, how not to talk to your spouse and the list goes on and on and on and on. The one I like the best is 'How to Fish With God On Your Hook'. Woo-wee, that's a good'n.

I heard a preacher one time tell a story about giving a non-Christian a small copy of the Gospel of John. When he told another preacher about it, he was chastised by his friend. "What? No study guides to go with it? No pamphlets? No literature at all?"  The first one replied, "The Bible is like a lion, you can let it out by itself...it'll be okay."

Boy, how that mindset has flown out the window. Read the Bible? How gauche!!! Now, some will immediately retort, (read the following with a whiny voice) "I read the Bible!! Don't you tell me I don't read the Bible!!" Yeah, and then you supplement it with one or more of the authors above so you can get your spiritual boogie on for a few minutes.

Funny how the Bible goes into great depth to tell us how to have a good marriage. It tells how to fix our kids. It has its own weight plan and shows us how to find the mate God has in store for us. In fact, in the Bible is everything you would ever want to know about how to live a victorious life, a life of contentment, a life of joy. The problem is most of us don't want what it offers because it requires total submission to the one true God. But, again, I digress.

I've heard the lame excuses. (Again, read in whiny voice...Christians are so whiny) "But I don't understand the Bible. It's too hard to understand." That's nothing more than a cop out. You want to understand the Bible? First, get one and actually open it. Second, make sure you have a Nave's Topical Bible with you. Third, have a Strong's Exhaustive Concordance in your lap. Fourth, have close by a Thayer's Hebrew/Greek Lexicon. That's all you need. ALL...YOU...NEED. The fifth thing you have to do is not go into the Bible with preconceived notions or personal agendas, but with an open and prayerful mind.

The reason the Osteens and the Warrens and the Stanleys of this world are so rich is because suckers throw their money at these people to learn what they themselves can get in their own living room. Not only that, but you can learn more that way than from them. Instead of watching these goofballs and looking for a 'word' from them, find a church that suits you and support that pastor and that ministry and get involved on a more personal level. OHHH, but that means EXPOSURE. Yes it does. But you don't have to worry too much since you won't be fully exposed like the pastor or his staff.

You want your heart touched? Read the Bible. You want a word from God? Read your Bible. You want to know how to fix your marriage? Read the Bible. But, there's one more thing you have to do. Once you've read it, start doing your dead level best to live it. Don't trust anybody you don't really know about spiritual things. Trust your pastor that you know personally. Trust the Bible. And Trust God.

And, if you need one of these TV guys or one of these mega-church multi-millionaires to feel as if you got a word that seemed like it was almost sent directly from heaven??? Then you're further away from what it means to have a personal relationship with the Father than you ever realized.

One of the reasons the church of today is in the miserable shape it finds itself is because precious few people that line the pews spend enough time in the word and on their knees. No, they would rather clog their brain pipes up with these heralded trumpeters of truth...when the only truth, the real truth, and nothing but the truth is found in the book you have on your coffee table that's called, The Bible. But, what do I know? I'm sure there's many out there who will disagree and that's fine. Get your own blog and talk about it there.

This is news? Well....sort of.

So, 86 year old Hugh Hefner married a 26 year old. Ewwwww.  Now, don't get me wrong. I'm not against older guys going after younger women. But...really? A 60 year age difference? That's not robbing the cradle, that's....that's...robbing the mother's egg when the mother was like...20? I say again, ewwwwww. Hef's oldest daughter is 60. How would you like to be 60 and your stepmom be 26? I can't help myself....ewwwwwww.

We all know what the deal is. For her, it's about money and 'prestige'...I guess. For him...well, we know what it's about for him.

I think a line from a movie...which I've used before, is appropriate here. Olympia Dukakis as Rose, in Moonstruck, tells her cheating husband, Cosmo, "I just want you to know that no matter what you do, you're still gonna die. Just like everybody else."

Young, beautiful women are not the fountain of youth. If they were, Hef would still look like he was thirty. Their skin is still smooth, it's not wrinkled, and they look good. Other than that, I can't come up with anything else.

These two have absolutely nothing in common. Nothing. Except their desire to use people for their own purposes. Hugh Hefner has really been nothing more than a blight on the stage of America's worst. He's the poster child for rampant wantonness and unbridled lust. There are no barriers for him within those two categories. The only difference between him and John Holmes is that he didn't put his sexual exploits on film for all the public to see.

Some men see him as some kind of 'hero'. There's the Playboy Mansion, the riches, the constant and steady stream of beautiful, if not gorgeous (in a fleshly way) women. He's the poster boy for many males across the planet.

But, he's 86. What is he going to say to this woman? "Hey honey, can you come in here and change my colostomy bag?"  Or, "Hey baby, my Depends need changing."  How about, "No, darling...I don't need another Viagra. What are you trying to do...kill me?" Uh, probably.

The only worse thing that could come from this partnership would be if she got pregnant. Ewwwwww. That could only mean one thing. They actually DID it!!! Ewwwwww.

I'm sure, right now, she's thanking whatever deity she believes in for the 'Doggy Style' method. She'll probably be burying her face in a pillow and fantasizing about Brad Pitt while OLD Hef...no pun intended, is grunting and grinding behind her. AAAGGGGHHHH!!!!! Ewwwwww.

There's one other thing I'm sure of. If there is an afterlife...which I believe there is...Anna Nicole Smith is trying to send a message to this poor girl from beyond the grave. It would probably read, "It's not worth it, baby girl. It's just not worth it."

And So It Begins....

According to the Congressional Budget Office, the last-minute fiscal cliff deal reached by the Senate and President Barack Obama cuts only $15 billion in spending while increasing tax revenues by $620 billion—a 41:1 ratio of tax increases to spending cuts. This is an irrefutable fact. The House will vote on this later today.

Think about it for a moment...realistically. Please. A 41:1 ratio. That's incredible when everyone...and I mean everyone...knows our country is almost broke.  What amazes me, and I don't use that word lightly, is how half the country obviously doesn't expect our government to live within its means when such a thing is expected of all of us to do so.  I can't spend money I don't have. Oh, sure, I can pile up the credit card debt and take out loans until I owe more than I make...but there will soon be a day of retribution for me if I choose to do so. Our government acts as if there will never be a day like that to come knocking at their door...which is really OUR door. But, I fear for not too much longer.

What we are seeing played out before our very eyes is the Cloward-Piven Strategy. Richard Andrew Cloward (d. 2001) and his wife Frances Fox Piven (now 80 years old) concocted a theory in 1966 on how to eliminate poverty in the U.S. The foundation of this theory, or strategy, is to place so much weight on the entitlement system...by adding and adding and adding people to the entitlement rolls...that the country's economy will collapse. Once there is no longer any money to hand out, the theory goes, violence will erupt and social confusion will follow, forcing a Leftist political takeover in government. After that happens, they say, a guaranteed minimum income for all will be established, thus eliminating poverty.

For a long time, this theory has been poo-pooed and scoffed at. However, during the course of 2011 we have seen violence in the streets of Greece and Spain. Spending cuts have been met with a vicious backlash by the public who have become accustomed, over a period of many years if not decades, to receiving their piece of the pie. If ever there was a successful test tube case for Cloward-Piven, it is found in these two countries and, on a smaller scale, in others in the Eurozone that are financially strapped.

In 1970, the New York Times interviewed Cloward who was quoted as saying that poor people can only advance when the rest of society is afraid of them. The Occupy Movement was a small example of this push.

I have to point out that this theory was fomented by none other than the likes of Saul Alinsky and William Ayers (a very very good friend of our President), who both had the vision of pushing the American people to the precipice of anarchy and to the point of violent protests. In their mind, this was and is the only way to create the opportunity to damage the present Republican form of government and its capitalist system where people on a grand scale would accept radical political and economic change. Chaos, according to this strategy, must occur so then Democratic Socialism can be introduced as the saviour of all.

While many of you may think the violent protests in Greece and Spain are far away, let me use a quote PJMedia.com (PJ Tatler column) to show you how it relates to us here in the U.S.:

“Voters in both France and Greece, two countries ruinously addicted to government entitlements, rejected the ‘austerity’ model of debt-reduction and instead doubled down on unsustainable spending sprees. France elected Socialist Francois Hollande as president, and in his acceptance speech he promised to increase government benefits and amp up ‘stimulus’ spending programs – the exact things that got France into a metaphorical debtors’ prison in the first place. But exactly as Cloward and Piven had surmised, once you get 50+% of the population hooked on ‘free’ government money, there’s no turning back – they will vote for socialists every time. The election of Hollande is the culmination of Cloward-Piven; the strategy worked, but in the wrong country...

“The message is clear: Once enough voters are on the dole, regardless of your party’s ideology or what label it has, you will win elections if you promise to keep the free money flowing. This was Cloward-Piven’s point, and they turned out to be frighteningly correct.”
When the so-named 'Arab Spring' was going on and you were watching governments fall one by one on your television, were you truly paying attention? Were you really listening? International labor unions, specifically the SEIU, were there with the protesters, amid the violence, learning and inciting and developing their skills during the whole ordeal. International labor unions were at the forefront of the protests in the European countries that were writhing in agony from being insolvent, stirring up the mobs to such a frenzy they were demanding the government continue to give them their entitlements, even though they may not have deserved them or earned them. The unions want these governments to fail, so a new socialist state can arise to take their places. These countries, France/Italy/Greece/Spain and eventually others have nothing left to give, and ignorant uninformed people can't seem to understand that.  The SEIU provides office space to the Occupy Movement at the Institute for Policy Studies in Washington, D.C. Why do you think that is? It should be clear to any rational mind.

Guess what, people? The Baby Boomers are getting ready to retire. This will create an unavoidable increase in spending and put an intolerable weight on Social Security and Medicare, while both are almost insolvent as this is being written.

Ever expanding entitlements coupled with the growing dependency on Washington hand outs and then added to it Congress' being devoid of any real fiscal policy is sending us on a downward spiral of the death of life as we have known it. All of this has sped up the possible Cloward-Piven Strategy from theory, to becoming a reality.

If it is true that Greece and Spain has proven the Cloward-Piven ideology is viable, then our freedoms, liberty and capitalistic society are in grave danger of surviving. If the dissolution of governments during the Arab Spring and the financial ruination of those in Europe are the results of a carefully orchestrated implementation of Cloward-Piven by the Progressive Movement, then we who love the American way of life that we have known all of our lives should be ever vigilant of what may come to our shores. We have a snake in the White House with several heads throughout every branch of our government that are seeking to paint for us a new canvas for living. And it could be painted with the tinted poison of the Cloward-Piven Strategy.