Saturday, February 13, 2016


Right now the systems in this country are terribly overloaded. Our social assistance programs are stretched well past the breaking point and all we seem to do about it is rack up more and more debt.

Now the leadership wants ups to stretch the social networks a little thinner by taking thousands of Syrian refugees.

How about no?


No. What part of no do you not understand? It's really quite simple. No. No means no. Ask any braided armpit feminist. She'll tell you that  no means no. It's as simple as that.

Unless we are willing to make a few rules.

The first thing is that we run individual background checks on all males between the age of about 17 to 50. Yes, I am profiling here, Most terrorism acts are committed by males between the ages of about 18 and 45. Is this profiling?

You're damnend right it is. So what?

The next rule is simply this: You don't cost us any money. Our systems are stretched too far as it is. This means no welfare, no medicaid, no nothing except for a GI bill or some other public service benefit payable AFTER you serve.

In short you have to be able to take care of yourself. You better get on the band wagon MOST riki-tik and learn the language and customs.

It ain't gonna be easy. Your culture is totally different. You have to leave your Syrian shit back in Syria. 

This means no sharia courts. This means you can not dump  acid on your wife's face because she burned dinner and walk off feeling good about yourself. Try it and draw a Monopoly card. Go to jail Go directly to jail. Do not pass Go. Do not colect $200. You can't hack up your daughter because she smiled at the boy down the street either. You don't like it? Go somewhere else.

In short you have to get with the program. You are not in Syria anymore.

The truth is that a lot of people here that are not willing to stop being a whatever they were and are not willing to become Americans simply do not belong here.

If you look at the Middle East Muslim invasion of Germany, France and the UK then it is a slam dunk case for not letting a lot of these people into this country. 

I am not picking on Muslims or Middle Easterners. Many are good people. But there are a lot of these people that simply should not be allowed into the country. These are the people that simply don't have anything to contribute. From what I have seen in Europe they seem to have done a a lot of damage.

We simply can not afford to support them. Sad as it is.

If you look at the Swiss they are pretty careful about who they let move there. The people they let in have to be able to contribute and be able to take care of themselves. They also have to be able to contribute.

Tina Turner became a Swiss citizen. She can take care of herself. In her case it was both that she had the money and the talent to make money.

We ought to be more like the Swiss as far as immigration goes.

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Friday, February 12, 2016

Some of you guys are pretty damned stupid.

Now that I have gotten along in years I have seen a handful of youngsters that try and score points with their sweetie by being rude to people.

Especially people they think are weaker than they are.

Guess what, dumbass? If she has even a lick of sense she's really not too impressed no matter what she may say. If she has half of a brain in her head she's probably mulling over a way of ditching you after she's gotten what she wants out of you. She's really not too impressed.

You sort of forget that she's probably looking at the way you treat other people very carefully. She knows that you will eventually start treating her the same way you treat everyone else. Or at least start treating her friends and family that way.

Most woman are not completely stupid. Nor are they blind.

Now, as for the young stud that was rude to me last weekend because he thought I was a lot older than I am. You really don't know how that went down. You missed half of it because you turned yoour back on me.

Your sweetie was really embarrased by your conduct. She looked like she wanted no part of it and at that point, or you for that matter. The look on her face told me that and you were too dumb to see it.

Remember that she told you that the old man could take you out? You said, "Yeah, right!"

It's because of what you didn't see when your back was turned. I tipped my hat up, gave her a sly wink and put my hat back down over my eyes. Then I held up (but did not open) the knife I was carrying and put it back in my pocket.

You didn't even see the look in her eyes or catch her hiding a smirk because you were not paying attention. 

You may not be paying attention but I'd bet that she certainly is and I don't think she likes what she sees. She sees that a future with you isn't going to be what she's looking for. She's really not interested in a rude jerk like you.

Keep working at it! She'll dump you.

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Thursday, February 11, 2016

Of all of the federal programs I can think of two that have worked well

Neither of them gave the program user anything but an opportunity and both required hard work

The Homestead Act of 1863 was signed by Abraham Lincoln. I have heard of it being referred to as a government giveaway but in fact it wasn't. You had to work for it and 'prove up'. Many people tried and failed and many were successful.

In the 1860s Lincoln signed the bill in order to try and turn the midwest into something that would benefit the country. It was pretty much a whole lot of nothing at the time.

The bill offered the opportunity to get ownership of 160 acres with certain provisions. You had to work the land and meet a number of requirements. You had five years to 'prove up'. If you succeeded you got the deed to the land.

I've personally visited a few farms that began with the act. My wife's ancestors came here from Scandinavia and proved up. The farm was in her family for generations. Most of these farms had humble beginnings.

It was an opportunity for the poorer people in the country to become successful and make something out of themselves. It wasn't a handout, it was more of a hand up.

The other successful federal program that comes to mind was signed by FDR in 1944. Officially it is the Serviceman's Readjustment Act of 1944. Most of us know it as the GI Bill.

There are a lot of provisions in the GI bill for home and business loans. (Remember, loans have to be paid back) However the big thing people associate with the bill is being able to go to college or technical school.

An awful lot of people that couldn't even dream of attending college before WW2 got their degrees. A lot of my schoolteachers got their educations that way.

It was an opportunity given to returning servicemen and it is one of the very few government programs that has actually made money rather than cost us money. Most returning GIs that took advantage of the program got useful degrees and made something worthwhile of themselves.

I guess that every so often even a blind squirrel finds a nut.

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Wednesday, February 10, 2016

Shoot the hostage.

One of the tricks some women keep up their sleeves is they turn on the water works when things don't go their way.

Most men are a sucker for this tactic. I'm not. The reason is because I see it for what it is. I've seen this before over the years and I generally do not let a woman or for that matter, anyone else get away with it.

I am not talking about when there is a serious reason for being legitimately upset. I am talking about a woman using tears to get her own way or squirm out of something.

I have somewhat of a 'shoot the hostage' mentality to begin with. If you shoot the hostage you take away the thing someone is hiding behind. Generally I take the same attitude towards blackmail, too. Then again if you accuse me of something I'll generally admit that I did something worse.

Anyway, it was a few years ago when some woman at a party started running her mouth about how the NRA was this and the NRA was that. One of the things she said is that the members were anti-Semitic.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out my wallet and showed her an NRA membership and let her prattle on and accuse me of being anti-semitic. When she did that I pulled out my JPFO membership card. I stuck it in her face.

"Never again!" I said. 

Her eyes opened wide as she looked for an escape route. Cornered, she tried her female option. She started crying and wept, "I didn't know you were Jewish," She wailed.

Of course, I never said I was but I didn't have to tell her that. Over the years I have let people think all sorts of things.

A lot of men will do anything to get a woman like that to stop crying. They get all mushy inside. Because I see it for what it is, I don't. I simply poured on the coal and really got on her case. When she saw the waterworks were not going to work she stopped instantly.

Because I see the waterworks for what it is I am somewhat immune to it. It is nothing more than an evil trick some women learn at an early age as a trick to get their way.

Over the years I have had a number of men tell me that they are a sucker for female tears. They admit they cave in and give anything away just to get a woman to stop. I tell them not to avoid it, but to embrace it. It means that you have scored a victory. It is the last gasp before they raise the white flag.

Any line GI knows that when when you have the enemy getting ready to cave in that you go in for the kill. The waterworks is nothing more than a last ditch maneuver. When it starts you fix bayonets and charge.

When you know that you can easily become immune to it. After a while you learn not to get all mushy inside and cave in to it. You learn to attack it with cruelty. It makes it stop. Sometimes cruelty can be a kindness.

I didn't let this woman off the hook. I demanded an apology for calling me anti-semitic and got one. 

A couple of people chided me about the incident and as usual I had people call me cruel and others said they liked my style. One guy asked me how I could be that way and confessed that he couldn't stand women crying. 

I explained to him that the waterworks is nothing more than another way of taking advantage of someone's inner kindness. 

"Am I generally a kind person?" I asked.

"That you are," he said. "You go out of your way to be a good guy. When my back went out you really went out of the way to help. You did everything to help and then more."

"Have you ever seen what happens when my kindness gets taken advantage of?" I asked.

"You become brutal," he said.

"There it is." I replied. "I saw her trying to take advantage of my good nature. Hence the bayonet charge."

I suppose she might try the waterworks on someone else but you can bet your ass she won't try that trick on me again. She found out that it won't work on me.

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Tuesday, February 9, 2016

Someone asked my why

I would do such a dumb, childish and immature thing such as show up at a gun show dressed up like I was 20 years older than I am.

The answer is quite simple.

I am a dumb, childish and immature 64 year old man. Case closed.

Besides it was just plain fun and enlightening. I now know what kind of treatment I have to look forward to and what steps to take to insure I get treated with a little dignity.

It was also quite a bit of fun. I have not had that much fun since my cat, Tokie, died. 

Tokie used to walk with me on a leash and I could take him anywhere simply by donning a pair of sunglasses and grabbing a white cane.

You would be astonished at how many people really believed that he was a bona fide Seeing Eye Cat.

As for the future indignities of old age, I very well might rebuild a cattle prod into a cane of some sort. It would be used as a memory aid for the younger punk smart ass set.

One good shot of about 9,000 volts will do wonders on making people remember their manners. It might even help improve their hair style!

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Monday, February 8, 2016

One of the things I tend to do with

things I use a lot of over time is buy in bulk.

I do that a lot. 

Right now I am scoping a deal out for simple 25 watt light bulbs because they are somewhat hard to find and I use them in a specific lamp in the living room. A while back I scooped up a case of 24-7.5 Watt light bulbs. I go through these regularly and they are sort of hard to find and when I do they're somewhat expensive.

It actually makes sense to buy like this because it is a double whammy in savings. First of all you get them cheaper by bulk and secondly it saves on traveling around finding them. It's even more convenient as you can shop for stuff like that on line and have it delivered to the door.

The other day while I was grub shopping I saw bathroom tissue on sale and made a mental picture of the linen closet where I keep the stuff. I knew there was plenty of room on the shelf so I snagged a 36 pack and filled the shelf. That ought to last me for a while.

While picking stuff up in bulk puts a speed bump of sorts in the weekly budget you have to remember that over time you save a lot.

I think that part of poverty is the here and now mentality. The poor tend to buy just enough to get through the present time. The wealthier tend to think ahead.

I had to change oil in the pickup the other day and actually caught a pretty good oil and filter package deal so I bought two. Come the spring oil change I'll have it in the garage ready to go. While it isn't a whole lot, it does save me a couple bucks plus the trip to the auto parts store. These add up over time.

Anyway, that's the post of the day.  

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Sunday, February 7, 2016

Yesterday I went to a gun show for the hell of it.

 I went dressed like an old man.

My winter beard really ages me to begin with so it wasn't too difficult to add to it. I put on a somewhat drab looking pair of ill fitting pants, a brown shirt, a faded necktie and a beat up brown tweed sports jacket. The I topped it off with an old brown fedora.

Then I hunched over a bit and presto! Instant late octagenarian!

The guy I went to the gun show is a policeman and he took one look at me and said that if someone tried to mug me and wound up in the hospital than he'd bust me for hunting over bait.

It was pretty interesting beig about 85 years old ad there were two types of people I ran into. Most were pretty polite and treated me with courtesy. A small handful were rude to me and I learned a lot about the indignities of old age. All in all it was an interesting experience.

A couple of people made me.

I saw a guy a couple years older then me with a Vietnam veteran hat and asked him what year he had been in country. He told me he was there in '66. I was in high school at the time but didn't tell him. I nodded.

He looked carefully at me. A confused look came over him and he said to me "Bet you were still in high school back in '66. That beard and those clothes make you look a lot older."

"One of the kids called me an old guy so I'm havin' a little fun," I replied. "He wants an old man so I'll give him one!"

He laughed. "Well, the beard and the outfit sure aged you 20 years," he replied. "You did that right!"

A while later I was looking at something, an old top-break revolver and some guy in his late 20s plowed into me because he wasn't paying attention. He didn't bother apologizing and just gave me an annoyed look.

His girlfriend looked angry with him for his lack of manners and said something to him about it. When she was finished with him and his back was still toward me I looked at her, tipped my hat back, stood up straight, gave her a sly wink, pulled my hat back down and hunched back over . I saw her surpressing a smirk.

"That old man could probably give you a good licking," I heard her tell her boyfriend as I quietly shuffled off.

A few minutes later I ran into a guy I know from Camp Perry. He didn't recognize me at first and when he did it was because I spoke to him. My voice is probably the most recognizable part of me.

He asked me why I looked so old and I told him about the kids and that it was actually kind of fun going out in disguise. He grinned and shook his head. "I didn't recognize you," he said.

I had some fun with one of the vendors. She was a really sharp woman in her late twenties, quite attractive and really quite charming. She looked like a woman that could easily handle my bull$hit and would challenge me a bit mentally.

I looked at her seriously. "I was thinking of asking you to marry me," I said. "But maybe that's not a good idea."

She was completely unruffled. "Oh? Why is that?" she asked.

"Because if you refused my feelings would be hurt," I replied. "If you accepted it would be proof positive you were completely crazy and I'd have to call the wedding off because I want nothing whatsoever to do with a crazy lady."

She grinned broadly and I knew I had made her day. Then she about floored me with her reply.

"Groucho Marx," she said. "You stole that line from Groucho Marx."

My face lit up. I was impressed. In general women hate the Three Stooges and Groucho Marx. 

I knew then and there that this was a young woman that liked men, liked being around them and enjoyed their company. It's actually pretty rare. It is actually the product of a woman that was raised with a very strong male influence in her life.

"That's the most ridiculous thing I ever heard," I answered and she laughed. We chatted for a couple minutes and then I left. We had both made each other's day and we both knew it.

My friend and I wandered about, I bought nothing, he bought a couple of inexpensive items and when we had made the rounds we left back to my place for a spaghetti dinner. We were joined for dinner by my brother in law. 

All in all it was an interesting day. I got to see life the way it is going to likely wind up if I last that long.

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