THE TRUTH ABOUT TRUTH:

All truth passes through three stages.
First, it is ridiculed.
Second, it is violently opposed.
Third, it is accepted as being self-evident.



Monday, May 22, 2017

MONDAY MEMES -- 1

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Six memes I made and one I found...














~ The above memes by D-FensDogG






This one I found online this morning and it made me laugh...




~ Stephen T. McCarthy
'Loyal American Underground'

Friday, May 19, 2017

THIS IS A TEST... (Or, D: ALL OF THE ABOVE)

"This is a test. This station is conducting a test of the Emergency Broadcast System. This is only a test."





















"This is a test of the Emergency Broadcast System. The broadcasters of your area in voluntary cooperation with the Federal, State and local authorities have developed this system to keep you informed in the event of an emergency. If this had been an actual emergency, the Attention Signal you just heard would have been followed by official information, news or instructions. This station serves the Re(no)tard, Nevada, area. This concludes this test of the Emergency Broadcast System. You may now go back to your bottle of beer."
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~ Stephen T. McCarthy
aka D-FensDogG
Doggtor of Alcohology &
King of Inebriation Nation
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Sunday, May 14, 2017

AWII: ARGUING WITH INTERNET IDIOTS

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[Be Forewarned Peoples: This ain't gonna be pretty, but it's the way I deal with Anti-American traitors who seek to undermine America's principles and try to turn Her into a totalitarian state. This blog bit will include some profanity, so proceed at your own risk and the protection of your own sense of decency.]
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I was having a conversation in the comment section of a political article with a guy named Sam and using my usual comment sign-off block:
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~ D-FensDogG
'Loyal American Underground'

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When suddenly a dude I'd never even heard of before butted into the conversation. He goes by the pseudonym General-Zod (a comic book villain opposed to Superman) and describes himself as: "Villain to anti intellectuals, cynic of all things right wing, and a proper centrist tyrant."
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Well, General-Zod is no centrist. He's just another liberal (aka Anti-American) hiding under a different label. He's a very vile character who freely engages in name-calling and innuendo. Zod spends so much time arguing with conservatives on the Internet that I suspect he's probably a paid shill. Meaning, that's his job, to post comments attempting to discourage conservatives and condition young minds toward Socialism while undermining traditional American values and ideals. You should not feel bad for him when you read how I dealt with him. He's like Andrew Leon in several ways, so you know he got what he deserved from me.
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Originally, General-Zod was using the following avatar:
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But then he changed it to this:
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The remark he left for me, right out of the blue, was this...
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General-Zod: Stay underground Nazi.
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Then in a second comment he wrote:
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There is nothing more pathetic than signing your own name onto a comment. People don't care who you are Vanilla Lice.
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My response went like this:
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D-FensDogG: Private-Zodski, I can think of nothing at all that I value LESS than your opinion about ANYTHING!
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This signature is just for you!....

~ D-FensDogG
'Loyal American Underground'

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And we were off to the races...
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Zod: You should care. I know who your employer is and where you live. Not that I care about where you live. But your employer would be interested in seeing what you have written I am sure. I am very good with a computer. It's not hard to trace IP addresses and footprints online if you know what you are doing.
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I wrote:
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Tell him, jackass.
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~ D-FensDogG
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At some point in the middle of those exchanges, this pseudo-intellectual, big-mouth blowhard, anti-American libtard submitted a comment here at FERRET-FACED FASCIST FRIENDS on the old blog bit (Link:] D-FENSDOGG: LOYAL AMERICAN UNDERGROUND (Or, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JOE!")

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Here's his highly civilized, "intellectually" constructive commentary: Zod has arrived to take over your page. Fake Tyrants and racists are the crusted shit in between the unwashed ass cheeks of America. Your America is nothing more than a breeding ground for failure. Fucker.
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And now you know why I always employ the Comment Moderation feature on my blogs. That imbecile's comment never saw the light of day -- I dumped it straight into the Spam file, and then I posted my own comment at the bottom of that blog bit's thread:
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Try it again, but next time without the profanity, Private Zodscum.
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~ D-FensDogG
'Loyal American Underground'

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A day or two later I happened to run across General-Zod trolling other conservative commenters and spewing more of his crapola in the comment section of a different political website article. Here in part is what he said:
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Gay marriage is something I am against. It's a desecration of the Bible. Marriage is between a man and a woman in God's eyes.
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I harbour no hatred towards homosexuals, lesbians, transgender etc - but I feel that the states should be putting more resources into protecting them from discrimination. Gay marriage being legalized is not that.
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So that's were I jumped in with this:
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D-FensDogG: 

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>>... "It's a desecration of the Bible."
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COMIC BOOK BOY, you're highlighting The Bible now? Using The Bible to support your positions? That's pretty rich. Tell me, how do you personally feel about the following verse?...
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LEVITICUS 19:11
"You shall not steal, nor deal falsely, nor lie to one another."

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I'm especially interested to know how seriously you take that "deal falsely, nor lie" segment.
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~D-FensDogG
'Loyal American Underground'

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He ignored my comment for a full day (it's pretty rare for him to keep his mouth shut that long), so on the second day I followed it up with this:
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Private Zodscum, why have you not answered my direct question? Could it be that you are a bald-faced liar and that's the reason you've avoided answering?
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He finally replied to that with this:
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Zod: I don't see a question. Not that I care about what you have to see. I've read your blogs and found some of your stuff online. You might as well tattoo a swastika on you forehead.
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His fake obtuseness -- the pretending to be oblivious to my question -- was the final straw for me. So that's when I let my inner Attack Dog loose on him:
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PRIVATE ZODSCUM:
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>>... "I don't see a question."
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Alright, blind bih-tch, here it is for a second time then:
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QUESTION: How do you personally feel about the following verse?...
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LEVITICUS 19:11
"You shall not steal, nor deal falsely, nor lie to one another."

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Did you see it THAT time, Private Zodscum, you blind bih-tch?
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>>.... "Not that I care about what you have to see."
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"what I have to see"?
Good English. May I suggest that you not post comments while intoxicated?
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>>... "I've read your blogs and found some of your stuff online."
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NEWS FLASH!: ALL of my "blogs and stuff" are online. (Ask your boyfriend, "What is the meaning of the word 'online'?" He might know.)
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>>... "You might as well tattoo a swastika on you forehead.
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You mean like the one you have tattooed between "YOU" tiny wee-wee and "YOU" anal orifice?
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Sober up, Zodscum, and answer my simple question.
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~ D-FensDogG
'Loyal American Underground'

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So then he came back spouting a bunch of irrelevant Bible verses supposedly proving that I'm a hypocrite who is destined to dwell in hell. Essentially, it was the usual libtard spaghetti-throwing evasion tactics. But then he finally did make the mistake of answering my question in the middle of some nonsensically deranged, typical liberal mental disorder rant. In part, he made the mistake of writing this:
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Zod: I feel fine about that passage. [Leviticus 19:11] I haven't stolen anything, I haven't lied about anything and nor dealt falsely when it comes to you. I haven't just looked up your old blog, I found you on social media as well. You picked the wrong person to fight with.
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I wouldn't call it hacking, it's more like tracking. No need to break into anything. I call it my civic duty, my holy duty to fight against hatred in the name of God. ... You're going to the lake of fire.
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I belong to a small group of people, small enough, that actively searches and outs radicals and radical groups online. Whether it be a small fish or a big shark. ... My intention to out you has just intensified.
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Well, that's what I'd been waiting for. I've had a godzillion and one debates with liberals over many, many years and never lost a-one of 'em. Debating libs is both a science and an art and I've got a whole lotta experience in it. I know that if the comment exchanges go on long enough, eventually the libtard / progressive / socialist / communist will hand you the rope to hang them with. And that's what Private-Zodscum did when he made the mistake of finally answering my question and fell into the trap I'd set for him.
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I wrote:
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You mad, bro? You gonna be even MADDER when I reply to these comments of yours tomorrow.
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Sweet dreams, Comic Book Boy!
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~ D-FensDogG
'Loyal American Underground'

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General-Zod replied:
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I am not mad. I pointed out that you are a hypocrite. There are countless passages in the Bible that speak of blasphemy and the punishments for blasphemy. I am not concerned about your comments. Unrepentant sinners go to Hell.
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And my response the following day was this:
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D-FensDogG:
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>>... "My intention to out you has just intensified."
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Oooh! You've got me shaking in my steel-toed boots! Please don't! Please DON'T!!
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PRIVATE ZODSCUM, you wrote: "I feel fine about that passage. [Leviticus 19:11] I haven't stolen anything, I haven't lied about anything and nor dealt falsely when it comes to you."
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No? Well, I feel quite certain that your entire life is nothing but one gigantic tapestry of lies. But let's count ONLY the ones that pertain to me up to now, shall we?
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LIE 1: You wrote: "You picked the wrong person to fight with." FACT: I was having a discussion with some guy named Sam in a different comment section when you -- whom I'd never even heard of before -- broke into the middle of our discussion to say to me: "Stay underground Nazi." That was the start of this fight. It was actually YOU who picked the wrong guy to start up a feud with and you have no one to blame but yourself.
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LIE 2: You said to me: "I know who your employer is and where you live. Not that I care about where you live. But your employer would be interested in seeing what you have written I am sure. I am very good with a computer. It's not hard to trace IP addresses and footprints online if you know what you are doing." FACT: That was one huge whopper. It was literally impossible for you to have obtained that information. We both know that. It was a total lie and a completely empty threat. I'm going to give you 2 options now: 1) Post right here and now the name of my employer and my full home address; or 2) confess that you are a bald-faced liar and that implied threat was a blatant lie. It's 1 or 2 for you. And if you do neither, then it automatically defaults to 2.
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LIE 3: You wrote: "I don't see a question." FACT: You saw it. You were just trying to avoid it.
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LIE 4: You wrote: "I haven't just looked up your old blog, I found you on social media as well." FACT: Hmmm.... That's quite a neat trick, seeing as how blogging is my ONLY social media endeavor. I have NEVER had a Facebook or Twitter account. I am not involved in ANY social media platforms whatsoever other than the aforementioned blogging activity.
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FOUR BLATANT LIES from a guy who said, "I haven't lied about anything and nor dealt falsely when it comes to you." That word "lie"... I do not think it means what you think it means.

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~ D-FensDogG
'Loyal American Underground'
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And what did COMIC BOOK BOY have to say to all of that? You guessed it! Nuttin'.
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Chalk up another debate victory against a libtard for me. That makes it a godzillion and two.
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*This blog bit brought to you by . . .
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~ Stephen T. McCarthy

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Friday, May 12, 2017

WORLD'S BEST HOME PROTECTION SYSTEM (Or, THE FOUR THINGS UNDER MY BED)

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It's my belief that the four things under my bed constitutes the world's best home protection system and is solely responsible for my sweet sleep and pleasant dreams:
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4-Cell MAG-LITE manufactured by Mag Instrument in Ontario, California. It helps you to locate the intruder in the dark. Also doubles as a heavy noggin-basher.
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A fully loaded Noisemaker manufactured by my good friends Smith & Wesson.
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The Holy Bible manufactured by The Prophets Of God, Unlimited. Sleep is always sweeter when you're resting on The Word Of God.
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 ~ meme by D-FensDogG


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Last but not least, Killer Dust Bunnies manufactured by... my laziness and poor housekeeping. If you're a bad guy and the first three things don't get you, the fourth one will.
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~ Stephen T. McCarthy
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Thursday, April 27, 2017

HOW CAN HE CONTROL BERKELEY WHEN HE CAN'T EVEN CONTROL HIS OWN APPETITE?

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~ meme by D-FensDogG
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Wednesday, April 26, 2017

IF FAT CELLS WERE BRAIN CELLS HE WOULDN'T BE A COMMIE

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~ meme by D-FensDogG
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Tuesday, April 25, 2017

SHE BLINDED ME WITH FAKE SCIENCE AND 666 GENDERS TO CHOOSE FROM

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~ meme by D-FensDogG
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Yesterday, a Buddy O' Mine pointed me in the direction of the longest two minutes and thirteen seconds of "Fake Entertainment" I've ever suffered through. Other than the fact that the hard-looking, hard-to-look-at Rachel Bloom can't rap, can't sing, can't dance, and can't even kick her stumpy legs up gracefully, she's a national treasure!
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I don't think I've EVER been more embarrassed for a performer before. Everything about that dance routine screamed out "menstrual cramps in black and purple Spandex". And don't even get me started on the "message", which Bill Nye the Fake Science Guy said was "exactly the right message".
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According to Rachel Bloom's IMDb page, she attended Tisch School of the Arts in New York City for theater. Hoo-Wee! $omeone owes her $ome money back!
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In his Email, my Buddy included the remarks that Mark Dice had left in that video's comment section:
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Is this a parody of liberal insanity, or is this the liberal insanity itself, it's too hard to tell anymore.
~ Mark Dice
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Well, he's right. We've reached the point where you can't do parodies of libtardation anymore because it's already so outlandish that there's really no place to go from there. It's been a long, strange trip, but the Communists in all their various disguises have finally brought us to this destination. Writers saw this coming...
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"You can't make up anything anymore. The world itself is a satire. All you're doing is recording it."
~ Art Buchwald

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"As a writer I've come up against a kind of wall that is starting to exist in America, which is that... there's hardly anything left to parody. Almost anything you try to do satirically comes true within a few months."
~ Cathy Crimmins

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Seriously, it would be impossible to do a parody of Rachel Bloom's "My Sex Junk" message because it is already so over-the-top buffoonish and cartoonish that there's just no place to go with it. How could you possibly do a satirical version of this and actually make it WORSE?...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wllc5gSc-N8


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"Just do what feels right."
~ Rachel Bloom

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Proverbs 16
There is a way that seems right to a man,
But its end is the way of death.

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Proverbs 21
Every way of a man is right in his own eyes,
But the Lord weighs the hearts.

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Who you gonna listen to, Rachel Bloom or God?
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"It's your Goddamn right!"
~ Rachel Bloom
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Exodus 20:7
Thou shalt not take the name of the Lord thy God in vain; for the Lord will not hold him guiltless that taketh his name in vain.

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Who you gonna listen to, Rachel Bloom or God?
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Isn't there Something inside of you that's saying, "Everything -- EVERYTHING! -- about this video is wrong!"?
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~ Stephen T. McCarthy
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Saturday, April 22, 2017

WHAT'S A NICE GUY LIKE ME DOING IN A PLACE LIKE THIS? (Or, HOME, SWEET HOME!)

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TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN 

and TO WHOEVER DON'T GIVE A CRAP:

I am currently working on an E-Ticket blog bit...

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...about Communism and Communists. In other words, a blog bit about at least half of your neighbors. Unfortunately, it's taking longer than anticipated primarily due to the medication that my doctor has prescribed for me: 355 CC's of Mad Dog 20/20 administered twice hourly.
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Still, I hope to have it completed and published here soon. ...Or at least before the Second Coming of The Heavenly Gardener who will water the flowers and uproot the weeds.

In the meantime, I'm posting this bit o' fluff to tide your impatient self over.

Below are, word-for-word, some texts I sent to a couple o' blokes yesterday:

Rode my bike to Walmart for a blood pressure tester. Decided to stop in at Dilligas Saloon for the Breakfast of Champions: Whiskey,
Icky, and popcorn.
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Coolest 5-Star Dive (with a capital D) bar I've seen in a long time! Right in the middle of Reno's ghetto: 4th Street. ("Negatively 4th Street", to twist Dylan.)
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They've got "A Country Boy Can Survive" by Bocephus playing on the jukebox right now.

Unnamed Friend: I'd say that's a perfect way to lower that blood pressure.

I've been in Reno 2 years now and rode and drove by this place countless times. I always had the same thought: That looks like a dangerous place.
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And it's only half a stone's throw from the now-closed and totally infamous "Ruben's Cantina".
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Today, knowing I'd be riding my bike near Dilligas Saloon to get to Walmart, I decided to check it out. So, I put on a "Deplorables" T-shirt.
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"Proud Member Of The Basket Of Deplorables"
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And of all the rotten luck, they're playing Bocephus on the jukebox. Not a Hellary voter in the dive!!
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So I bought a round of drinks for the bar. Gotta reward that shit!
[:^)}


Unnamed Friend: Ha! That sounds like a damn good time. Us Trumpers, we're good folk (even if we're women-hating racists).

Yeah, for being the scum of the world, we ain't half bad.

Phuqin' Reno! Can't find a fight even when u look for one. Reno Sux!

I went looking for Dilligas Saloon photos on the Internet today to post on this blog bit but I couldn't find hardly any at all. It's probably Al Gore's fault.

What I did find though, was the official Dilligas Saloon website and something somewhat shocking. Apparently, by day, Dilligas is just a funky dive bar. But by night, it turns into [link:) THIS! Who-da thunk it?!

A COUNTRY BOY CAN SURVIVE -- Hank "Bocephus" Williams, Jr.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4WwzYhVL5Sc


This Blog Bit Brought To You By...
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Dial 1-800-LIBETARD
[Lib-Beta-Tard, according to "Unnamed Friend".]
Operators are standing by.

~ Stephen T. McCarthy
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Monday, April 17, 2017

OL' STMcC's MORNING PRAYER

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meme by ProvDog
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Following is a prayer I wrote for myself many years ago and I used to recite it mentally each morning before even getting out of bed. I've recently felt inspired to re-memorize it and begin using it again like I once did. I would have posted this yesterday, it being Easter Sunday, but, no... that's just what you'd have expected me to do.
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Father, I present myself before You now with gratitude for the Perfect Sacrifice and Atonement of Your Sinless Son, Christ Yeshua. Blessed is He who comes in Your Name.
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Almighty, Your Kingdom come. I seek to receive only what You provide for me. Not my will be done, but Your Will be done to me and through me.
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I am Your creation. I am Your servant. I belong to You and You are my only God. I surrender my thoughts, words, and actions that I may be conformed to Your definition of a Son.
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I pray that -- like Yeshua, our Holy King -- I will reflect Your Love on all of my brothers and sisters at all times by walking in Peace through the activity of Forgiveness.
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Abba, I am willing to live to do good for people.
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Yeshua, You have been given all authority in Heaven and on Earth. Please be my Good Shepherd, protect me, and show me The Way.
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Hosanna!
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~ Stephen T. McCarthy
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Saturday, April 8, 2017

WHOLLY UN-HOLY HOLEY LIBERALS

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meme by
~ D-FensDogG
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Check out my new blog @
(Link:] Stephen T. McCarthy Reviews...
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Monday, April 3, 2017

THE SAME INSUFFERABLE ARROGANCE AND INSANE EGOTISM IN ANY LANGUAGE

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Following are some excerpted passages from the book THE NAKED COMMUNIST by W. Cleon Skousen (1958)...
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Carl Schurz, who actually met Karl Marx, wrote the following about him:
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"Never have I seen any one whose manner was more insufferably arrogant. He would not give me a moment's consideration to any opinion that differed from his own. He treated with open contempt everyone who contradicted him. ... Far from winning new adherents, he repelled many who might have been inclined to support him."
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Nine or ten pages later, there's this...
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Karl Marx projected into Communism the very essence of his own nature. His resentment of political authority expressed itself in a ringing cry for universal revolution. ...
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His personal attitude toward religion, morals and competition in everyday existence led him to long for an age when men would have no religion, morals or competition in everyday existence. He wanted to live in a classless, stateless, noncompetitive society where there would be such lavish production of everything that men, by simply producing according to their apparent ability, would automatically receive a superabundance of all material needs.
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Mikhail Bakunin, who also knew Karl Marx personally, observed that...
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"Marx is egotistical to the pitch of insanity... Marx loved his own person much more than he loved his friends and apostles, and no friendship could hold water against the slightest wound to his vanity... Marx will never forgive a slight to his person. You must worship him, make an idol of him, if he is to love you in return; you must at least fear him if he is to tolerate you. He likes to surround himself with pygmies, with lackeys and flatterers."
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I'll be dogged if that doesn't remind me of someone. Does that remind YOU of anyone you're familiar with? A certain blogger perhaps?
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English: Cowardly Lion. Spanish: León Cobarde.
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~ Stephen T. McCarthy
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Saturday, March 25, 2017

GUERRILLA WARFARE WITH THE REDSHE (A Terrible Parable About Our Times)

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[The following short story was originally published on this blog in 2010. I am republishing it now due to the overwhelming number of requests that I do so. Ha! Nah. I'm doing so just to make it easier for Br'er Marc to find.]
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A few days ago, I posted here at 'Ferret-Faced Fascist Friends' a new installment (the 7th in the series) of ‘Sex, Tattoos & Violence R Us’. In this latest edition, I had a bit titled “Funny-Sounding Verification Words”.

As you may know, on some blogs, when submitting a comment for posting, you are required to type in a computer-generated Verification Word. These are nonsensical arrangements of letters meant to insure that the comment submission is coming from a real human being and not some spamming computer program.

Well, I find some of the Verification Words to be funny, or interesting, or just plain weird, and so for the last 7 months I saved in a Word File all of my favorite Verification Words I encountered while submitting comments to the blogs of others. Here are the 27 words I wound up saving after 7 months.

jebocker - mifie - curbiti - stermo - bolergar - redshe - stampoxi - phreti - liturva - spoteli - hingsomp - jewdays - demetax - waysizin - emotle – mingsi - equalysi - antiverg - muthref - expot - wingam -ellycart - unglyz - dinathr - ditypolf - inhomiz – locurri

Well, this morning, I got to wondering just how difficult it would be to try incorporating all of these words into a story. I decided to give it a go and below is what I came up with. Turns out, it really wasn’t very difficult at all. Especially if seriousness and quality are immediately thrown through the window, trampled upon, and then put to the torch. Right from the start, I figured the simplest way would be to come at this problem with a kind of futuristic Sci-Fi approach.

I can hardly believe I wasted time in doing this . . . but I did. No point in "wasting it worse" by refraining from posting it on this blog. Here’s a Sci-Fi look at the future by a guy (me) who really doesn’t much like Sci-Fi stories nor the future. I’ve put all of the Verification Words in red.
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GUERRILLA WARFARE WITH THE REDSHE
 
In the year 2525
If man is still alive
If woman can survive
They may find
In the year 3535
Ain't gonna need to tell the truth, tell no lies
Everything you think, do, and say
Is in the pill you took today.
~ "In the Year 2525 (Exordium and Terminus)"

by Zager & Evans

When the Moon was in the seventh house and Curbiti aligned with Liturva, I received an urgent call from Commissioner Bolergar on the Fratphone. It seemed that the Redshe were threatening to perform extreme circumcision on all of the men they held captive during the upcoming Jewdays celebration unless their demands of equalysi were met.

The Redshe were Marxist-inspired Feminists led by a female midget named Unglyz, and equalysi was their extremist ideology that on the surface meant that women should be given fair and equal treatment with men in all areas of social, political and professional life here in Bravenewworldwetrust. But everyone knew that in practice, the true goal of equalysi was to give preferential treatment to females, while degrading men and undermining their self-esteem. Everyone also knew that “extreme circumcision” was a euphemism for... well, literally emasculating the men held in Redshe prisons.

It was up to me to free the captives and teach the Redshe a lesson they would not soon forget. My name is Jacques Jebocker, and I am a professional exterminator for the highly trained, all-male counterrevolutionary warrior unit called The Dinathr.

When she learned that I might be gone for as long as four weeks, naturally, my wife Mifie pleaded with me to let her accompany me on this mission. I explained to her that it would be fast and dangerous and I couldn’t afford to be slowed down by anyone with physiological emotle wiring. It would be best if she stayed behind, at home, and continued raising our children. It was a tough job – tougher than mine – but someone had to do it.

But without saying a word, Mifie flashed me a view of her locurri and I began to think: Well, heck, four weeks IS a long time, and a man gets lonely on the road and while hiding in the underground ellycarts waiting for just the right moment to spring into action and exterminate the enemy.

“Alright, see if you can find a babysitter,” I told Mifie, and then I went to the garage to pack my gear.

That night, Mifie and I enjoyed a fine meal together, as we knew it would be our last for some time. Hereafter, we’d be scrounging for scraps, dumpster diving, and begging for crumbs from the destitute Mingsi we encountered in the villages on the outskirts of devastated Expot. Expot was the name given to the ramshackle and burned-out buildings that remained of once glorious Good-Pot Utopia on the high, rolling hills region in Bravenewworldwetrust after the terrible Wingam Wars had wrought their destruction.

I couldn’t help mentally dwelling on the demanding, rigorous job that we were in for, of the deprivation and exhaustion that lay ahead of us and the jungle-producing diarrhea that would lie behind us.

“Jacques, you’ve hardly touched your hingsomp,” Mifie scolded me, “and I sauteed it just the way you like!”

“I know. I’m sorry, Mif,” I confessed. “But you wouldn’t be hungry either if you knew of the demanding, rigorous job that we are in for, of the deprivation and exhaustion that lies ahead of us and the jungle-producing diarrhea that will lie behind us.”

“Try not to think about it, darling,” she said as she pulled the cork on another bottle of 2525 vintage spoteli, and poured me another large crystal glass full of the intoxicating stuffs.

Three bottles of spoteli later, Mifie unveiled her locurri and we fell to the kitchen floor together and engaged in passionate ditypolf while our dog, Spot, kept barking into the
Inhomiz-Canine Translator, “Get a room! Get a room!”

Mifie and I woke up hungover as hell on the kitchen floor at eleventy o’clock the following day. Damn, we had already missed the morning Stermo Racer! Now we’d have to commute to Dinathr Headquarters at Expot with all the smelly peasants on the slow and bone-rattling Stampoxi Train and pay the exorbitant demetax at the crowded Waysizin Station. Crap! I hate it when that happens. And it happens a lot! Too often, if you ask me.

The Waysizin Stations were centers where bureaucrats working for Uncle Sam’s Big Brother weighed and measured every traveler’s luggage for taxation purposes. Every aspect of life was regulated, weighed, measured and taxed, but the people cheered the taxes because the citizens’ wealth confiscated by Uncle Sam’s Big Brother’s bureaucrats here in Bravenewworldwetrust was used to keep the homeland safe from invasions by maurading bands of Redshe, Mangy Muthref and other undesirables. Or at least that’s what the people were told by their politicians.

Commissioner Bolergar was pissed that I was so late in arriving at Dinathr Headquarters, but he was even madder to find that I had brought Mifie with me.

“What the hell’s wrong with you, Jebocker?” Bolergar demanded. “How could you bring your wife along on a mission like this? Do you have any idea what sort of demanding, rigorous job you are in for, of the deprivation and exhaustion that lies ahead of you and the jungle-producing diarrhea that will lie behind you?”

“While I’m out there trying to gain the trust and the cooperation of the Mingsi, I think the special equipment Mifie possesses – her locurri, to be crude but specific, Chief - will come in handy in that regard,” I argued. “And besides that, the babysitter gave us her ultra-low ‘War With The Redshe’ rate. It was an offer I couldn’t refuse.”

“Very well,” Bolergar said. “But at the first hint of trouble, I’m taking you off this case and turning it over to Agent 86.”

“I won’t let you down this time, Chief!” I promised.

“Fine, Jacques, fine. Now the first thing you’d better do is see Doctor Freddie Phreti in the laboratory and have him give you both a dose of Antiverg. Dinathr Headquarters has received fairly reliable intelligence reports that the Redshe have contaminated the local water supply with the deadly Verg virus to which only they are immune.”

“You got it, Chief,” I said as I turned to leave for Doctor Phreti’s office. I always dreaded having to take the Anti-Kool-Aid solution because it smelled like urine. The Antiverg syrup, however, wasn’t so bad because it tasted like chicken.

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Well, that’s as far as I got with this story because I ran out of Verification Words. And too bad, too, because I feel I have the beginning of a genuine classic here.
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As ridiculous as the thing is, it was kind of fun to write and I do sort of like what I stuck in there.
 
It was just an experiment to see if I could use all the crazy Verification Words, but I managed to make references to everything, almost including the kitchen sink. One can find Batman in there, Get Smart, The Pink Panther, the Hippie ‘60s, but best of all, it’s a commentary on Feminism, the phony War Against Terrorism and the stupidity of modern Americans willing to trade money and liberty for safety. And I was also satirizing the sort of rubbish that passes as “entertainment” for dumbed-down Americans today. You know, crap like Battlestar Galactica and Xena The Warrior Bimbo, stuffs like that.
~ Stephen T. McCarthy
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Wednesday, March 22, 2017

PRESIDENT TRUMP'S REPORT CARD (Or, THE GOOD, THE BAD, AND THE DEAD)

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In an effort to keep my vow to you readers (both of you) of posting more regularly here, I've tossed together this News Of The Week blog bit. Just because I've tossed it together quickly doesn't mean it's not good stuffs. Haven't you ever had a good tossed salad? (Yeah, I haven't either. But this really is a pretty good tossed blog bit.)
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First, I'll give you MY REPORT CARD ON DONALD TRUMP'S PRESIDENCY AFTER 61 DAYS.
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Up to this point, I'm giving Don an overall grade of "B". And that's a pretty impressive grade considering the fact that I am a Constitutionalist and Don isn't. (I've never been under any delusion that Trump was a Constitutionalist and would govern exactly how I - or Ron Paul - would govern.) And a "B" looks especially stellar considering that I would give a grade of "F" to every single other president I've suffered under during my 57 years of life.
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So far, I have no "buyer's remorse" regarding my vote for Donald Trump in the 2016 Presidential election. (What other choice did I have, anyway? Vote for Crooked Clinton or Goofy Gary Johnson, a liberal in "Independent" clothing?)
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Trump's First 100 Days
by The New American

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In just 2 months, President Trump has already done more good for this country than any other so-called "conservative" Republican during my lifetime. Below is a list of just some of the things Trump has done - or is attempting to do - that I approve of:
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“America First — A Budget Blueprint to Make America Great Again”

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Immigration Executive Order
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Executive Order directing the U.S. Environmental Protection Agency to review and reconsider the “Waters of the United States” (WOTUS) regulation
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Rescinding transgender bathroom and Locker-room rules
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Signed an executive order to “immediately plan, design, and construct a physical wall along the southern border” of the United States.
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Reviving the Keystone XL and Dakota Access pipeline projects
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President Trump fulfilled his campaign pledge to withdraw the U.S. government from the “free trade” regime known as the Trans-Pacific Partnership.
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Nominating Judge Gorsuch for the Supreme Court
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Regarding that last item, Senator Dianne Feinstein (D-CA) said:
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“Judge Gorsuch has also stated that he believes judges should look to the original public meaning of the Constitution when they decide what a provision of the Constitution means. This is personal, but I find this originalist judicial philosophy to be really troubling. In essence, it means the judges and courts should evaluate our Constitutional rights and privileges as they were understood in 1789. However, to do so, would not only ignore the intent of the framers, that the Constitution would be a framework on which to build, but it severely limit the genius of what our Constitution upholds.
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"I firmly believe the American Constitution is a living document, intended to evolve as our country evolves. In 1789, a population of the United States was under 4 million. Today, we’re 325 million and growing. At the time of our founding, African-Americans were enslaved. It was not so long after women had been burned at the stake for witchcraft, and the idea of an automobile, let alone the Internet, was unfathomable. In fact, if we were to dogmatically adhere to originalist interpretations, then we would still have segregated schools and bans on interracial marriage, women wouldn’t be entitled to equal protection under the law, and government discrimination against LGBT Americans would be permitted. So I am concerned when I hear that Judge Gorsuch is an originalist and a strict constructionist.”
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Now, what's wrong with all that? Can anybody tell me why that's 16 tons of bullshit? Anyone? How about you, Leon Cobarde, you wanna take a shot at it? (No? I didn't think so.)
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Now, on the other side of the coin, some of the things President Trump is doing that I DON'T approve of can be found in the following article:
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Will Donald Trump Let Paul Ryan Make Him A One-Term President?

by Pastor Chuck Baldwin

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The best, most intellectually and morally sound conservative writer I am currently aware of is Selwyn Duke. Below is a very eye-opening article about Liberalism's phony savior, the commie Bernie Sanders. I'm not going to say you're an idiot if you voted for him... but I'm certainly thinking it.
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Twitter Is Irate Over Bernie Sanders’ Tweet That US ‘Worships Wealth’
by Selwyn Duke

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Last but not least, the best news of the week is that David Rockefeller is now being licked by flames...
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David Rockefeller, “Mr. Globalist,” Dead at 101
by William F. Jasper

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That's all I gots (for now) but stay tuned -- same BatTime, same BatChannel.
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~ Stephen T. McCarthy
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Saturday, March 11, 2017

HOW I WOULD MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN (Or, WHY TRUMP IS ALL WRONG FOR THIS JOB)

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The commies are still upset about President Donald Trump having been elected president by We The Non-Fake People. They should just STFU. Because but for the grace of God, I might be POTUS. And if they think they hate Trump, they would absolutely, positively, 100% despise me as president... for a few days, anyway.

For, you see, I think Donald Trump is taking WAY TOO LONG to Make America Great Again. Trump is just too namby-pamby and sentimental for this job. But I guess we're stuck with him since We The Real People elected him.

If I were your president, here's what I would do:

On the First Day, right after my inauguration, I would nuke Northern California right off the map! G'bye, 'Crisco and Oakland. G'bye, Santa Cruz and San Jose (I didn't even want to know the way!). 'Bye, Berkeley. In a matter of minutes, the U.S.A. would be improved by 25%.
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Then I would do nothing for 24 hours. This would give the decent, God and America-loving people -- those who were smart enough to figure out what was coming next -- enough time to pack their dogs, cats and goldfish, lock their teenagers in the basement, and get the phuq out.

On Day Three, I would nuke Washington D.C., New York City, and Chicago off the map. (And perhaps Massachusetts too, depending upon how severe my hangover was that day.)

Then, after just three days in office -- having made America great again -- I would resign from the Presidency, and retire from public service.

~ Stephen T. McCarthy
DogGtor of Alcohology &
King of Inebriation Nation
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Monday, March 6, 2017

LAZY EBT PIGS (Or, TAXPAYER THEFT AT THE SAK 'N SAVE)

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First, I want to say that I have NOT abandoned this blog again. I hope to become regularly (or at least semi-regularly) active on it again soon. And I do have a lot of blog bit ideas on the back burner -- one or two of which are partially written already. The problem is that I currently have three active blogs and that's one too many. Something is going to have to get 86ed at some point.
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Now that the preliminaries are finished, it's on to the the main event. Are you ready to rumble?!...
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Yesterday, I was in my local Sak 'N Save. I hate this grocery store. Their prices are too high. They rarely have enough cash register lines operating. But most of all, I've lost untold hours of my life waiting 8-persons deep in lines behind illegal Mexicans! I would guess that at any given time, 50% of the store's customers are illegal aliens. (I don't use the word "undocumented" on this xtremely un-P.C. and unrepentant blog.) And I would guess that 85% of the store's customers are on Welfare.

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So, why do I still shop there? In a word, convenience. The store is so close to my abode that I can walk to it. The ONLY positive thing I can think to say about Sak 'N Save is that it was in this very store where I voted Donald Trump for president (and forced that "mentally enslaved moron" to remove his "Hillary Is My Homegirl" T-shirt, as I wrote about HERE).
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I picked up a few items at that store yesterday and found myself in line behind two White Trash-aged women. (You know how it's hard to tell the age of Trailer Park Women because of what all the booze, drugs, and cigarettes have done to their faces?) I'd gone in for a frozen dinner, a gallon of water, and some sunflower seeds. But while waiting in line, I also picked up a dose of mad.
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First of all, these two women were paying for their groceries with an EBT card. "Electronic Benefit Transfer" cards is just a fancy way of saying "Welfare", and Welfare is just a fancy way of saying "theft from the Working Class taxpayers".

Secondly, let me tell you that neither of these women had missed a meal in awhile. Yes, they were overweight. How poor could they be? In my book, they were both at least 40 pounds too wealthy to be eligible for Welfare.
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Apparently, someone at the Trailer Park was celebrating a birthday because one of the items they were purchasing was a custom decorated cake that cost almost forty dollars. I've worked like a dog my whole life, never once been on Welfare, but I have NEVER had a forty dollar birthday cake! WTP?! (What The Phuq?!)
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And guess what else they were buying. No, guess!

They were also buying a big bottle of Cactus Poison:
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I don't recall the actual brand of Tequila they were purchasing -- Patron, Jose Cuervo, Fozzie Bear's Pechoolo Especial -- it's all Cactus Poison to me. Thankfully, they were unable to use their EBT card for the hootch; THAT had to come out of their own pocket, not mine.
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But here's the part that really gave me a case of the mads:

Miss Trailer Park #1 couldn't remember the Personal Identification Number (PIN) for her EBT card, so she asked Miss Trailer Park #2. However, Miss Trailer Park #2 didn't know it. So then Miss Trailer Park #1 hollered over to a third friend, whom I was unaware of because she was sitting about 25 feet away. And from her seat in front of the slot machine that she was playing, Miss Trailer Park #3 shouted back the PIN.
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You got that? These women make so little money (probably don't have one job between the three of them) that they qualify for "theft from the Working Class taxpayers", and yet they can somehow afford to drink lots of Tequila, eat $37 custom-made cakes, gamble money on slot machines, and remain at least 40 pounds overweight.

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And some mentally defective jerkoffs out there still can't figure out how Donald Trump got elected president.
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There's nuttin' wrong with most Marxocrats that a 60 I.Q.-points upgrade and a hundred dollars couldn't fix.
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~ Stephen T. McCarthy
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