Pay me more than I'm worth! I'm entitled!

This is really is a bad idea.  I should have counted to 100 .. had a drink .. hit the treadmill for 45 minutes .. SOMETHING .. before I sat down and started writing after that Cavuto segment yesterday.  But I didn’t cool down … I headed straight for the computer and clicked twice on the “Word” icon .. and here we go.  Intemperate thoughts, sure to be considered offensive by some (like I care), are about to come your way.
Our Republic has survived a great deal. We’ve managed to get through a war with states determined to secede from the union (miss-named the “Civil War”)  We also survived two World Wars and a Cold War.  None of those events have threatened this country nearly so much as the combined affect of millions of abysmally ignorant Americans, products of 100 years of a hideous government education, who are now walking around with voter registration cards.  More Americans can name Kim Kardashian’s new tricycle motor than can name our vice-president.  More Americans could write a paragraph on last season’s American Idol competition than could write a single sentence on the IRS campaign against the Tea Parties.  If you were offered one penny for every American who makes it a habit to watch Entertainment Tonight or a dollar for every person who reads the front section of their local newspaper, you would be an idiot to go for the newspaper readers.  There are simply not enough newspaper readers to pay your next power bill, let alone wisely shepherd our country through perilous times.  Bloody wars are easier to survive than idiots with ballots.
The issue on Cavuto yesterday was a few select members of the Dumb Masses protesting in New York City for something they call a “living wage.”  Apparently these stupefyingly ignorant protestors thought that McDonalds should be paying burger flippers and French fry cookers $15.00 an hour, whether they’re worth it or not.
Where DO mindless people like this come from?  Oh yeah … government schools.  Almost forgot.
Two of the people who showed up on Cavuto yesterday caught my jaundiced eye; a guy standing next to a young woman carrying a baby in some sort of a sling.  The young woman was a McDonalds worker .. and she just wasn’t making enough to “provide” for her family – of two, I presume. The guy standing next to her was (a) apparently one of the organizers of this demonstration; and (b) had met this young woman during repeated – and I do mean repeated – trips to McDonalds for a bag full of Big Macs and fries .. plus milk shakes .. probably every day.  Maybe twice a day.  Dude loved to eat.
As for the organizer --- or “activist” as the media likes to call people like this --- he just spouted on and on about “corporations” and what they owe the poor beleaguered workers.  How I would have loved to ask this rocket surgeon to give me a one-sentence definition of a “corporation.”  I love watching ignorant people vapor lock.  But in retrospect, that might not have been a good idea.  You don’t want to see a head explode on TV.
Mr. Activist guy had the idea that if McDonalds would just pay these workers $15.00 an hour plus health insurance and all of the other benefits then the world would be a better place and the workers would not have to rely on the government for all of these welfare services and everyone would be better off.  Nobody asked him how much a Big Meal would cost if the people preparing that culinary delight were paid $15.00 an hour plus benefits.  Right now you can get a Big Meal for about $7.25  The person preparing that meal is probably making minimum wage.  Boost the wage by about $6.00 a hour and what is the new cost for a Big Meal?  $8.50?  $10.00?  More?  Can all of the McDonald’s customers afford this price increase?  Or do they go to other, cheaper fast food restaurants?  Can McDonalds maintain their profit margin and employment level with lost sales?  If not, how many $15 an hour workers do they lay off?  Perhaps they would just close some stores in low-income areas altogether.
How about this question for the organizer:  “Hey, sport.  Tell me, something.  What obligation does McDonalds have to pay a worker more than that worker is worth?  Are you telling me that an employer should hire someone just to pay them more than the wealth they can produce for the company out of some sense of social obligation?  How long do you stay in business doing that?”  Organizer dude probably would have come across with some statement about “social responsibility.”  Well, guess what … if employers start to determine wages on what the employee wants instead of what that employee produces we will see a lot of boarded businesses and many more unemployed government-educated functionally illiterate Democrat voters.  Wait!  …… what?
And you, Ms. Baby-in-a-Sling.  How about a few questions for you?  First; how much does your husband, the baby’s father, contribute to your household income?  Oh  … really?  You’re a single-mom?  Well who didn’t see THAT coming?
Well, BabyMama protestor, perhaps you could favor me with an explanation of the thought processes that led you to getting pregnant and having a baby that you absolutely KNEW you could not afford?  You told Cavuto all about McDonalds’ responsibility to pay you your living wage. You made a point of saying that McDonalds should pay you enough to support your family. Fine .. then answer MY question.  What about YOUR responsibilities?  Did you not understand that you lacked the skills, job history and education necessary to make more than a minimum wage and that; therefore, you might not be in a position to shoulder the cost of an additional member of your household?  Or is it your belief that all you have to do is download a child and it automatically becomes someone else’s responsibility to cover the costs?  I think a valid case can be made for the proposition that one of the greatest social wrongs a person can commit is to have a baby they simply cannot afford to raise.
Personal accountability and responsibility is dying.  Long live the Democrat welfare state.
The bigger tragedy here, of course, is that this Cavuto segment exposed the viewers to the citizen and voter mentality that can lead to someone like 0bama in the White House “leading” our nation ….. from behind, of course. 

I Love America - And I Love This About America

As likely most of you around the world are aware, earlier this month we here in the USA celebrated our Independence Day with parades, cookouts, and fireworks.

Whoa! I just came THIS CLOSE “><” to accidentally phrasing that as “earlier this month we here in the USA had the Fourth of July…” before my brain kicked in and pointed out that the whole world had “a fourth of July”.   

The linguistic trap here is that at least where I’m from – nobody other than an occasional advertisement throwing a seasonal sale refers to July Fourth as “Independence Day”. 

NO, I’m not going to harp on that point (I’m quite fine with it, actually), and NO, we don’t all need to start/resume calling the holiday “Independence Day” as a reminder of how we won our freedom from England blah blah BLAH blah BLAH…

I mean no disrespect (at least to US - don't worry, I'll get there in other regards...), but we already know that. We all remember that. No, I almost tripped up there simply because I never hear someone ask “Hey, what’cha doin’ for Independence Day?”, instead it’s always like “What you guys doin’ for July Fourth?” 
Even moreso than the difference in names, the distinction between “what’cha doin’” and “what you guys doin’” is an important one, because the assumptions here are:
1) of course you’re going to be doing something, and
2) you’ll be doing whatever you’re going to be doing with a group – and likely a big one.

It’s our biggest holiday!

Wait! Wait!  I know what you’re saying – believe me, even though I’m not psychic, I just heard the lot of you loudly disagree in your heads with me saying it’s our biggest holiday.  “What about Christmas???” most of you said (although I heard a few wanks throw down “Festivus”).  

OK, yah, Christmas is big, there’s no denying that… And certainly its shopping season is FAR larger and WAY, WAY longer, I’ll grant you, but that’s just the run-up to the actual holiday.

Let me ask you a few questions - and please answer with either Christmas” or “Fourth of July”

“Which Holiday Has The Highest Likelihood Of Having… ?”

• A family argument break out around the dining table
• Hamburgers and hot dogs on the grill
• Snow
• A pool party
• The only choice of adult beverages being overly-sweet dessert wine, Eggnog, or whatever hard liquor you can sneak out of the cabinet when your in-laws aren’t watching
• Plenty of Beer and Margaritas, possibly with complete strangers cheerfully offering to fetch you a refill while they’re over there getting one themselves
• Some or most of your in-laws
• Happy crowds numbering from below a dozen people to upwards of half a million or more
• An argument over what the right name for the freakin’ holiday even IS ¹
• Parades
• An office party you’ll probably always regret attending
• Fireworks ²
• A chance to lay in the grass of the Washington D.C. mall, surrounded by 600,000 of your closest friends, listening to Jimmy Page and the Beach Boys perform B.B. King’s “Lucille” live on stage (Hint: 9 days before Live Aid)
• Zero chance of an ice storm stranding you at your least-favorite cousin’s house
• 
  So July 4th is the obvious winner here, right? We’re all agreed?
  
  Good.
  
  Anyways, like I was saying, the whole planet has a fourth day in the month of July, even if certain people don’t know it, like some of those hidden island tribes who have yet to discover clothing and who name their months after evil spirits and game animals, or of course a great many of those living in Islamic countries.
  
  Speaking of which, the Islamic calendar is trippy.
  
  OK, granted, our “July” is named after an ancient tyrant we wouldn’t have put up with for a moment in our pre-Obama days, but that was laid down LONG before we kicked out the Redcoats, and we hung on to it mainly because we had bigger fish to fry, as well as (obviously) a shared language with the Old Country, and (eventually) trade to foster and maintain with them. So “July” stays.  
  
  Where was I? Oh yeah-
  
  Speaking of a shared language, I really wish we used the English translation for a lot of things for which we instead just blithely adopt foreign terms – and often not only foreign terms, but abbreviations from their original versions!  
  
  Some common examples:
  

“Baton Rouge”	Red Stick
“Montenegro”	Black Mountain
“Bharatavarsha”	Barret’s World
“El Pueblo de Nuestra Señora la Reina de los Angeles de Porciúncula”	The Town of Our Lady the Queen of Angels of the Little Portion (River)
“Corpus Christi”	Kinney's Trading Post

OK, so it turns out that was a really stupid idea. Nevermind. 

Still, it’s useful to know what all those foreign names actually mean.  Like I was saying, the Islamic calendar is deeply trippy, and I think it reveals a lot about their culture.   

It is an example of the kind that's known as "an attempt at a Lunar Calendar", as opposed to what we follow here in the West, which is a "Considerably More Accurate Calendar".  It contains 12 months, but that’s pretty much where its resemblance to ours ends.

I’ve taken a stab at rendering their names in modern American English:

1:    That's Forbidden Because It’s Sinful

This is considered a "holy month”, one of four, which means they start off their year steeped in a cognitive dissonance so deep and vast it is scarcely comprehendible by Western non-Marxist minds, especially since none of their non-holy months are called names like  “That’s Permitted - You're Now Free To Go Hog Wild”, although now that I think about it, even if that were the case, I seriously doubt they'd use the term "hog wild", because if they did it would reach a level of searing irony unbearable by the human psyche because, well, just look what they call their first month!

“That's Forbidden Because It’s Sinful” contains "Don't Forget to Beat Yourself with Knives Day", which is a “festival (?)” they hold because they're all distraught and completely beside themselves mourning the untimely death of a guy who was only famous because he was someone else's grandson. 

What? Don't think people still care about that sort of thing?  Well I guess you didn't watch or read any news this past week because - trust me - the media would just not shut up about a brand new “someone who just started off in life famous for being someone else's great-grandson”, and it is just totally overwhelmingly so so sad that he (the guy we were originally talking about, not the new British Royal Baby) was martyred in battle (yeah, I couldn't work that one out either – just roll with it).

I guess we should try to be understanding... after all, it was a great loss, and people need time to grieve. 

We all know that “time heals all wounds” – they'll eventually get over him, stand straight, square their shoulders, and with heads held high, while wiping away a final tear, get on with their lives, and with bringing their culture into a century a bit closer to ours. 

In the meantime we just need to be patient.  After all, it's only been 1333 years.

2:   We was Robbed!

Some scholars argue that this is the shortened form of the original name, which according to some sources in ancient days was apparently "We was robbed by some guys who were either White or Chinese, we're not sure which - the sun was too bright and the wind blew sand in our eyes!" There is still considerable dispute over this.

3:   Spring I

Time to start planting!

4:   Spring II

These people count like trolls. ³

5:   Dry Desolate Wasteland I

Note:  The months of this calendar go completely around the block every 33 years or so.  More importantly, prior to being driven to adopting a nomadic existence they were an agrarian culture and due to the way their calendar was structured, their planting season -  Springs I & II - only comes close to lining up with what actually is "Spring" for around six of those 33 years.

Given that at best they could have had only the barest awareness of "crop rotation", this goes a long way towards possibly explaining where all that desert came from. ⁴

Admittedly, it fails to explain the exposed fossil whale skeletons, but nobody is claiming they're contemporary or for that matter, even unique!

6:   Dry Desolate Wasteland II

In America, “Time Flies”.

In Mexico, “The Clock Walks”.

In Islamic cultures, “The Eons Just Lay There Sulking in Sackcloth and Ashes”, apparently. Torn sackcloth at that, and fresh ashes.

Always really, really fresh ashes.

7:   Honor

Also known as Forbidden II (Careful! Calling it “Nonelectric Boogaloo” will get you arrested by the religious police).  It’s important to note that in Islamic cultures, they don’t define “Honor” the same way our Marines do, but more like what you might assume from observing how they interact with other cultures and/or cope with the unending series of “setbacks” that define their daily lives, as in “Well, I lost everything while living for two months in a dry desolate wasteland, and for that I blame the Juice and America, but at least I still have my Honor!” ⁵

8:   Scattered and Dying of Thirst

In this month, everyone traditionally sprints in opposite directions, in search of water. Whoever finds it first gets to, well…, not to complicate things, but they get to not die of thirst. 

If you think about it, that’s actually quite a nice prize!

 

9:   Scorched

This is their holiest month, and I hope you’re at least beginning to detect a theme.  

In joyous celebration of their culture being rendered impervious to change, they fast like vampires during the daylight hours, all 29 or 30 days (it varies) of this month, then pig out eat once the sun sets.

10:   Hopefully The Camel is Pregnant By Now

As with pretty much everything else in the Islamic world, there seems to disagreement over whether their gigantic “Yay! We made it through ‘Scorched’ unscorched” festival takes up the first three days of the month, or just the first day, but regardless, everyone’s happy as pigs in slop, uh, happy as they can be they can finally sit down together and partake of what they like to call “Breakfast”.  It’s also called the “Sugar Feast” and the “Sweet Festival” and they insist that it’s all part of a balanced diet.

In fact, it’s one of the very few Arabic cultural artifacts that have survived, albeit greatly altered (we get to have bacon ⁶⁾, in a recognizable form here in the West (the others, obviously, being hashish and the concept of assassination ⁷). 

The eating of “Breakfast” is required by religious law (something that always makes me think of NYC’s Mayor Bloomberg, and yes – I savor the irony), and is held in large gatherings, usually outdoors.  During prayer time, the crowd is led through a specialized set of particularly-excessive chanting by whoever is being the biggest microphone hog (BLAST IT KELN!  I DON’T THINK I CAN KEEP THIS UP!!!) has demonstrated a talent for the job.

11:   Cease Fire!

 

This is another of their holy months wherein the waging of war was banned.  In modern times, of course, the view most commonly held is that this refers to the “Inner Struggle” – taking some time off from the relentless soul-searching and quiet introspection that so completely dominates the rest of the Islamic year. 

You’re still allowed to carry out suicide bombing missions, of course, don’t be silly!

12:   Sorry! Can't Stay and Fight - I Gotta Go Walk In Circles Around a Meteor!

Do I really need to spell this out?

I think I'm actually doing justice to these names.  Thanks for letting me get that off my chest! I’m sure we’ll all now come together one day in the spirit of mutual trust and understanding.

Anyways, where were we?  Oh yeah, July 4th! 

I started this post many hours ago mainly because I wanted to show you a few pictures, but of course it spun out of control.  Now I know what you’re thinking⁸, but no, I’m not kidding, this really is about the Fourth of July.

When I was a kid I grew up in the part of Dallas, Texas, known as the “Lakewood Neighborhood”, or more simply just “Lakewood”.  We lived on Lakewood Blvd. I started school at Lakewood Elementary.

Just under a year before I was born, a couple of families and their kids (who would in a few years be the older siblings of some of my classmates) started a tradition that continues to this day: the Fourth of July Lakewood Parade.

Displaying a financial talent that sadly appears to be genetic and inheritable, my family sold my childhood home and we moved out of Lakewood the day after my 13th birthday – right before the property values skyrocketed to double, triple, and in some cases quadruple what they had been when we closed the deal.  But we still go back almost every year (I think I’ve missed a total of three) to decorate our bicycles and scooters and walk, run, or ride in the parade with our girls and their friends, or sit in our old neighbor’s yard and watch the parade go past, or both.

You see, it’s not a political parade. And it’s not a professional parade. It’s a neighborhood parade.

 A GIGANTIC one, no doubt, but still in all a neighborhood parade. Home-made floats, kids, dogs, confetti cannons, candy flying through the air tossed to the crowds, led by Boy Scouts and bands, with mounted police on their beautiful horses usually bringing up the rear.

Some people, when they think of “parades”, think of Red Square, long lines of military hardware, and huge numbers of goose-stepping soldiers bundled up in grey woolen uniforms, hammering out a bleak march before doleful onlookers required to attend, filling the stark bleachers, and all played out for the camera.

Others think of bright, cold, and windy downtown New York streets, with huge cartoon balloons being towed by dozens of strong men hauling cables.

Our oldest veterans may remember the air being filled with ticker tape, cheers, and relief.

But me?  I spent so much time in this post describing something else because words fail me when it comes to this. This (below) is what “a parade” means to me, and I count myself blessed that every year the old neighborhood hosts a sea of partiers young and old to roar out their loud celebration of our country’s birth. And they bring their dogs too!

Happy 237th Birthday, America!  And a Happy 50th Birthday to the Lakewood Parade!

 

 

9 New Uses for Detroit

If you know me, I like to be helpful. Well, with Detroit having completely collapsed, it seems like I should help figure out something to do with the city. Otherwise, they’re going to try to get a bailout, and, well, that would just be money thrown down a bottomless pit. The government might as well just move on from there to burning our hard-earned money.
But if we put on our capitalist hat, I’m sure we can think of some use for the devastated and nearly abandoned Detroit.
IDEAS FOR DETROIT
* Come to Detroit to film your ad about the dangers of government. Ominous voice overs provided on site.
* Ever want to chuck hand grenades at buildings? $50 a pop.
* World’s biggest paint ball course.
* Move all gangs to Detroit and build giant walls around it. Escape from Detroit! (well, most already did, but it’s a little late now)
* Military bomb test site.
* Go to city for filming apocalypse movies. Zombie apocalypse, nuclear apocalypse, virus attack — Detroit has the look for your movie about the utter devastation of man.
* Fill with bears and make it a national park — Bear City.
* Get media to pretend Detroit had a big turnaround in its economy and then sell it to a gullible nation.
* Leave as is as warning to others.
So that’s what I got. You guys have any ideas?

JUST DAMN.....

So, I was reading the other day about how, when Mitt Romney was at Bain Capital, one of his fellow evil greedy rich Bain directors had a crises come up. His 14 year old daughter went missing for days. Romney assembled, like everyone in the company, to go to New York City and physically look for her, while calling in favors with various corporate connections to get flyers made, hire a private investigator, and dispense information to the media...all on their personal dime. He basically shut down Bane Capital as long as it took to find the girl...and she was found eventually by the police, barely alive from a drug overdose in New Jersey.

It got me thinking, that's pretty incredible how focused and selfless Romney was in such a critical moment, so how would Obama respond in the same kind of situation? So, as a little mental exercise, I took what we know about the President and applied it to a mock crises situation. That's how crises command centers and emergency personnel train, you see. I figured I'd pick an easy one for the President, and run through how he would take command of the situation. In this scenario, Joe Biden goes missing.

 

DAY 1

The President is awakened at 0500 hours and informed that nobody has seen or heard from Vice President Biden in over 12 hours. His pants were still in his bedroom, but his teddy bear was also missing.

The President calls an emergency meeting of his cabinet to discuss the situation. After talking over it with his advisors for about five minutes, he makes the executive decision to not cancel his 0930 tee time.

At approximately 11:36 am, on the 15th hole, the President is informed that Biden is still unaccounted for and that the Secret Service, still hungover from last night, have no leads on his whereabouts. The President makes the executive decision to play the full 18 before heading back to his war room.

The President assembles his advisors again at 2:15 pm to discuss developments with the Biden situation. His cabinet informs him that there have been no developments and that the Vice President is still missing without a trace and without his pants. Obama makes an executive decision to carry on with the evening's fundraising dinner plans at the White House.

DAY 2

At the morning cabinet meeting, the President is informed that the Biden situation has still not changed. The President makes an executive decision to continue with the day's plans, including a lovely late breakfast with some union leaders, a tee time at 1:00 pm, and a tour of a construction site in D.C. Late that evening, at approximately 11:47 pm, the President is informed that Biden's pants have now gone missing.

The President makes an executive decision to place a phone call to Valerie Jarrett for further instructions...er..advice on the matter.

DAY 3

At approximately 0815 hours, the President assembles his staff and advisors and makes an executive decision to do what Valerie told him to do and create a crises team to handle the Biden situation. The public will now be informed that the Vice President has "just" gone missing, and that President Obama will be heading up the team himself in an effort to find his good friend, Mr. Biden.

Several matters are discussed before going public to hammer out the details of the team and what it is that must be done. Of top priority is naming the team. A consensus is made to name it the "Super American Power Strike Force Obama Crises Team", or SAPSFOCT. The second item on the agenda is donuts or muffins. This almost causes a rift between team members until the President, in his wisdom, establishes that there will be bran muffins...because Michelle said so.

Several important decisions must be ironed out before going public, and so the SAPSFOCT decides to wait until the next day to begin their search for Biden and apprising the public of the situation. Examples of these important details include:

• Using an approved 100% recycled paper product for flyers, which must be shipped in from Canada.

• Deciding whether to focus on Biden or his pants first. The decision is made to go after his pants.

• Mobilizing the entire National Guard to look for Biden's pants.

• Alternating donuts and muffins.

• Using union workers to hang Biden flyers at an agreed-upon $75/hr.

• Establishing SAPSFOCT as a source of green jobs.

• Inviting prospective campaign donors to honorarily join SAPSFOCT for a donation of $50,000.

• Purchasing a new SAPSFOCT mobile command center bus, also from Canada.

DAY 23

The President informs Americans on live television that the Vice President has gone missing and that he (Obama) has quickly assembled a team to deal with this crises, sparing no effort or expense to locate his missing friend. Having committed the full spectrum of forces at his disposal and securing funding of up to $325 Billion dollars towards the search, he feels confident that the Vice President will be found. As the President vows to never rest until Joe Biden is located and home safe, the aforementioned missing Vice President walks up next to him clutching his teddy bear and says:

"Has anyone seen my #%@!^&* pants?"

Mars Attacks

NPR, that thing your tax money is financing, has a report that a giant virus may have come from Mars.
No, I’m not making this up.
Of course, it’s a bunch of French scientists that say this.
Let me explain.
Scientists found some big ole virus they’ve named Pandoravirus. Like Pandora. The girl that opened the box, not the radio thing. Go Google her if you have to.
Some French fellow named Jean-Michel Claverie, who works or otherwise occupies space at Aix Marseille Université (it’s French, too) discovered the virus, but says we’re safe from it. It lives deep in water. And everyone knows that humans don’t go near water. Maybe that’s just French humans, though, which could be the source of the confusion.
Anyway, not only is this virus really really big (for a virus), but it’s got some other properties that make them think it’s not of this earth. At least, that the conclusion he and his wife, Chantal Abergel, came up with.

When Abergel and Claverie sequenced the genome of the new virus, they were in for a shock. Its genetic code is roughly twice the size of the record-holding Megavirus. And it seems almost completely unlike anything else on the planet. Only 6 percent of its genes resembled the genes other organisms. Claverie says he thinks the Pandoraviruses may come from a different origin – perhaps radically different.
“We believe that those new Pandoraviruses have emerged from a new ancestral cellular type that no longer exists,” he says. That life could have even come from another planet, like Mars. “At this point we cannot actually disprove or disregard this type of extreme scenario,” he says.

So, it’s from Mars. At least, that’s their conclusion because it’s something they’ve never seen before.
I suppose if they had never seen a kitten, they’d think kittens are from Mars.
Anyway, I’m trying to decide if H.G. Wells got it backwards — go read the book or watch the movie if this one goes over your head — or if French scientists are nuts.
Probably both.

An Open Letter from a Citizen of the United States of America

TO:  President Barack Obama

CC: Vice President and Senate President Joe Biden, Senate President Pro Tempore Patrick Leahy, Senate Majority Leader Harry Reid, Senate Minority Leader Mitch McConnell, House Speaker John Boehner, House Majority Leader Eric Cantor, House Minority Leader Nancy Pelosi, Chief Justice John Roberts, Presidential Cabinet Members, Senators, Representatives, Honorable Justices of the Supreme Court, NSA Wire-Monitoring Interns of the “Third Shift Roughnecks”, and All the Ships at Sea;

Greetings.

Though without warrant, appointment, or commission, I write to you on behalf and in the name of any and all American citizens who find themselves in agreement with the thoughts and statements detailed herein.

First Off, Let’s Get This Straight: It is OUR Constitution!

 

 

The Constitution of the United States is OUR Supreme Law of OUR land – the foundation upon which all of OUR government is built. It defines the duties of all those temporary positions WE hired you for. It is the basis of all the laws WE have agreed to impose UPON OURSELVES, and by which WE have promised to abide.

OUR Constitution defines the procedures by which OUR government is formed and sustained, and the powers OUR government may wield over us through "temporary sequential governors". As such, OUR Constitution is primarily a document of limitations which WE have imposed upon OUR Federal Government which otherwise, in perfect harmony with history and human nature, would certainly stampede towards tyranny unencumbered and unrestrained.

You are OUR hirelings, not our rulers, and you are not allowed to claim Constitutional authority while breaking any of OUR Constitution's provisions. It serves to safeguard OUR Country and OUR people.

You are not allowed to ignore, bypass, or "get around" OUR Constitution.

What you apparently do not realize is: This is for your own protection as well as ours.

Allow me to elaborate…

You abuse and break OUR Constitution at your peril, because your authority to tax us and spend the resulting revenue, and to use force to uphold the law, is only authorized by OUR Constitution. It is the sole source of your power; a power derived from WE THE PEOPLE, which you wield only with OUR consent, expressed through our willing agreement to abide by the Grand Contract which is OUR Constitution. 

If you break that contract, you render it null and void. It can’t be broken just on your side… You can’t shred it and expect us to uphold our end of the bargain.  In other words, if you do not abide by the terms of the contract by which WE voluntarily lend you legal and lethal authority, then, you are nothing but violent thieves, fit to be hung from trees.

Hey! Let’s make that a subsection!

Without OUR Constitution, You Are Nothing But Violent Thieves Fit To Be Hung From Trees

I doubt I need to spell this out exhaustively, but since some of you in D.C. are obviously slow learners, I offer you the following ramifications:

If you act against us unconstitutionally, you are nothing but violent thieves fit to be hung from trees.

If you use the legal power of taxation to fund your profoundly unjust persecution of certain groups of our citizens based upon their political beliefs, you are nothing but violent thieves fit to be hung from trees.

If you refuse to execute your legal duties to enforce the law and bring to justice government officials who not only have grievously broken our constitutional protections but who have openly admitted to doing so, you are nothing but violent thieves fit to be hung from trees.

Let me reiterate: OUR Constitution is the sole source of your legal power!  That’s it!  Not weaponry, not technology, not even (contrary to what one might assume) social and political inertia. 

Consider yourselves warned… OUR adherence to OUR Constitution is what keeps US from utterly destroying you in the name of High Justice. If you take away OUR Constitution, you make of yourselves OUR enemy, and all the over-militarized municipal police forces across the land won’t make a bit of difference, because WE know your names. WE elected you, and WE THE PEOPLE outnumber you roughly a half-million-to-one.

The strangest thing is… you already know this, and yet still you won’t listen.

A Momentary Sidebar to Just the Republicans

Hey Guys!  How’s it going?  Been busy?  Well thanks for heading up to D.C. on our behalf. What a cesspool! We really appreciate the sacrifice.  Really!  Just a little feedback though, while we’ve got your attention…
I thought it best to remind you: WE elected you to defend individual freedom and liberty – to fight against those bleeping statist leftists infesting OUR Capitol, trying to destroy OUR country and OUR way of life!  And what did a lot of you do? You allowed yourself to be wooed by flattering terms and melodious words of sweet affection from this base and untoward President; an angry abandoned boy who, having had poison poured into his own ears, is now full grown and set upon revenge.

Don’t be deceived: You’ve been deceived!

Polonious:

Affection! pooh! you speak like a green girl,
Unsifted in such perilous circumstance.

You have no excuse for being this gullible or naïve.

Ok, now back to the whole entire gang of you ne’er-do-wells…

Tyranny

Tyranny is far the worst of treasons. Dost thou deem None rebels except subjects? The prince who Neglects or violates his trust is more A brigand than the robber-chief.

— Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron)  , Source: The Two Foscari (act II, sc. 1)

Of all tyrannies a tyranny sincerely exercised for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive.

— C.S. Lewis 

Back in 1905 or thereabouts, George Santayana wrote "Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it". Many popular variants have arisen, with the one I tend to hear the most being "Those who don't learn from history are doomed to repeat it."

I personally feel that history repeats itself unavoidably, and those that don't learn from history are doomed to not be in a position to take advantage of this... but maybe that's just me.

I mention this because you are following down a well-worn path to destruction, and you either refuse to recognize this (which is the charitable interpretation of your actions), or are incapable of recognizing this (another charitable interpretation, and the one which gets my vote), and no amount of hand waving, fact espousing, and logical declaiming on our part seems to be able to get through your thick skulls.  

Of course, you could also be doing all of this intentionally and with eyes wide open, but that would be evil.  Sadly, many of US shy away from labeling you “evil”, while many of YOU don’t even believe in “evil”, rendering any argument we could make against your actions moot, in vain, and a complete waste of time. But hope springs eternal, so we slog on and try again and again.

So here goes…

Detroit was recently in the news, yet again, regretfully, because the city’s abusive foster-parents (you can’t say “city fathers” anymore when referring to the town’s officeholders – it isn’t politically correct) momentarily emerged from their delusional fog to declare bankruptcy, only to have it thrown back in their face by a judge who said they couldn’t because it would be “unconstitutional” (at the State level), and furthermore disrespectful to Obama (thus creating a brand-new legal standard in the bankruptcy courts), but then hey! they got lucky! and a different judge – recognizing that the Federal bankruptcy laws trump the State’s constitution (which apparently makes guarantees that Reality can’t live up to) proceeded to reinstate the case and bar further lawsuits against it.  And yet still some find it possible to scream “UNFAIR!!!” while the city takes what few steps it can to survive, all the while many of their elected officials prescribe “more poison” as the cure.

New York has its bedbugs – Detroit has the terrible contagion gradus arma stultitiae.

Those who HAVE studied history know that this isn’t humanity’s first time around this particular block.

"'It is scarcely possible that the eyes of contemporaries should discover in the public felicity the latent causes of decay and corruption. This long peace, and the uniform government of the Romans, introduced a slow and secret poison into the vitals of the empire. The minds of men were gradually reduced to the same level [NOTE: Can you say "Common Core"?], the fire of genius was extinguished, and even the military spirit evaporated.' Now that no one buys our votes, the public has long since cast off its cares; the people that once bestowed commands, consulships, legions and all else, now meddles no more and longs eagerly for just two things----Bread and Games!"

-Juvenal, Satire 10  

Most of us out here in Realityville could make a list of things OUR government – you – are presently doing that makes us want to scream “STOP!!!”  For many of us, such a list would be several pages long.  The funny thing is, our lists wouldn’t all be the same. There would, however, be a great deal of overlap.

An honest accounting of the scandals this government is embroiled in – including this President and his Administration – would likewise be a lengthy list.

I’m not going to recount them all here.  Why should I? You’re not listening (OK – I admit your minions over at the NSA are, but that’s beside the point).

No my point here is not to issue threats, but to give warning.

That reminds me…

Another Momentary Sidebar to Just the Republicans

Hey guys? Just remembered – what’s with all this “adherence to decorum” nonsense?  It’s late in the game!  Have you checked the score recently?  I have!  Here you go:

US National Debt - $17 Trillion

US Unfunded Liabilities - $125 Trillion

Currency and Credit Derivatives - $631 Trillion

Now I’m always big on manners, and protocol certainly has its place, but seriously guys… you’re supposed to be defending us!  For $17 Trillion we should at least see the occasional knife fight on the Senate floor!  In fact, since this Congress, along with prior Congresses for decades past, have committed us HyperDetroit-Style to $125 Trillion in future expenses for which (admit it) there will NEVER be any money, I don’t think it’s unreasonable to expect regular rolling gun battles within the Capitol.  Seriously – could you really call it “Civil War” if it was basically confined to one building?

And regarding the "Currency and Credit Derivatives" market - well you DO remember the name of this site, don't you?

You may think I’m being facetious, but honestly – I wasn't kidding about that whole "written in blood" thing.

I could cite the Preamble to OUR Constitution, or relevant parts of the Declaration of Independence, but what’s the use? You’re still not listening.

Therefore let me turn my attention to a different audience; my would-be cosigners in whose names I oh-so-arrogantly presume to speak.  Many of you are asking of yourselves and of those you trust “What should we do? What actions should we take for ourselves, and how should we respond to this pack of tyrannical rogues?”

For what it’s worth, I say that until such time as our hands are forced - until in defensive action taken for self-preservation a violent response is required and unavoidable, I say we should look to the tried and true – even to the ancient – for sound guidance.

The sides of Democritus shook with unceasing laughter, although in the cities of his day there were no purple-bordered or purple-striped robes, no fasces, no palanquins, no tribunals. [NOTE: The subject of "Democritus" alone is worth more than I could do justice to within a mere blog post, especially one wherein such an elaboration would quickly stray wildly off topic... I mean really! I don't think it's possible to even tangentially tie the "father of modern science's youthful pursuit of alchemy, or ‘The Wisdom of Al Khmet/Egypt’” into a post scolding Congress for their dereliction of--- wait a minute... Yes I can! Stay tuned! I’ll put that in a follow-up post!]  What if he had seen the Praetor uplifted in his lofty car amid the dust of the Circus, attired in the tunic of Jove, hitching an embroidered Tyrian toga on to his shoulders, and carrying a crown so big that no neck could bear the weight of it? For a public slave is sweating under the burden; and that the Consul may not fancy himself overmuch, the slave rides in the same chariot with his master. Add to all this the bird that is perched on his ivory staff; on this side the horn-blowers, on that the duteous clients preceding him in long array, between Styrofoam columns, [NOTE: OK, I added that last part] with white-robed Roman citizens, whose friendship has been gained by the dinner-dole snugly lying in their purses,  [NOTE: Can you say “Food Stamps”?] marching at his bridle-rein. Even then the philosopher found food for laughter at every meeting with his kind: his wisdom shows us that men of high distinction and destined to set great examples may be born in a dullard air, and in the land of mutton-heads. He laughed at the troubles, ay and at the pleasures, of the crowd, sometimes too at their tears, while for himself he would bid frowning fortune go hang, and point at her the finger of derision.

It seems to me that the advice of a man far wiser than I would be to laugh at them. And why not? They certainly deserve it!

A Recommendation to Ourselves:

We must remember that we often overlook the obvious. We know that bad rulers behave badly, so we can’t allow ourselves to be astonished by this and get caught out unprepared.

Proverbs 28:16 

A tyrannical ruler practices extortion, but one who hates ill-gotten gain will enjoy a long reign.

Luke 11:21

"When a strong man, fully armed, guards his own house, his possessions are safe.

We Tell Our Sorrows to the Stones

 
As I said, we’ve seen this all before.

Titus Andronicus

…Grave tribunes, once more I entreat of you--

Lucius

My gracious lord, no tribune hears you speak.

Titus Andronicus

Why, tis no matter, man; if they did hear,

They would not mark me, or if they did mark,

They would not pity me, yet plead I must;

Therefore I tell my sorrows to the stones;

Who, though they cannot answer my distress,

Yet in some sort they are better than the tribunes,

For that they will not intercept my tale:

When I do weep, they humbly at my feet

Receive my tears and seem to weep with me;

And, were they but attired in grave weeds,

Rome could afford no tribune like to these.

A stone is soft as wax,--tribunes more hard than stones;

A stone is silent, and offendeth not,

And tribunes with their tongues doom men to death.

(Rises)

But wherefore stand'st thou with thy weapon drawn?