Thursday, November 25, 2010

T.S.A. (Totalitarian Sexual Abuse) & THE HEGELIAN DIALECTIC

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THE HEGELIAN DIALECTIC ILLUSTRATED
[A BRIEF REFRESHER COURSE]


Commies to the Left of me
Neocons on the Right
Here I am,
Forced toward the Marxists with you
~ Frank Lee McDeere

In my June 10, 2010 blog bit titled “X-Y-Z: The Mechanix Of Amerycan Politicz” I created a basic illustration of The Hegelian Dialectic as utilized by the Republican and Democrat parties that looked like this:

On any given issue, the so-called “conservatives” (Republican Right) set up at “Z”. The liberals (Extreme Leftists) set up at “X”.

(Left) X ----------------------------------- Z (Right)

Both parties then conduct a fake fight, and after it is all over, they have compromised to position “Y”.

X --> compromise --> Y <-- compromise <-- Z

At some later date, when this issue is taken up again, the so-called “conservatives” will now be defending “Y” – the new status quo – while the Extreme Leftists will set up at position “W”.

(Left) W ---------------------------------- Y (Right)

After the second round of compromises has taken place, we will now stand at position “X”, which is, of course, where the Extreme Leftists had intended to take us in the first place. This is a “game” that is played out by BOTH political parties to the detriment of the American people.

W --> compromise --> X <-- compromise <-- Y

This was my way of showing you how the Left/Right political force is able to continually move us ever Leftward. I said “political force” – singular - because there isn’t really two political parties, but merely one party pretending to be two. The idea of two political parties seemingly engaged in mortal combat is only a dog and pony show designed to pacify the people with a (phony) “choice”.

So, that was my illustration of how The Hegelian Dialectic works in terms of poltical party opposition. In words, I expressed The Hegelian Dialectic dynamic in its most fundamental format this way:

By establishing a condition or thesis (Z), and by setting up its opposition or antithesis (X), and by proposing a resolution or synthesis (Y), any predetermined outcome can be surreptitiously stage-managed by a government in order to move the masses in the desired direction.

In other words, The Powers That Be create a crisis or allow one to manifest (Z), then they stir up opposition to it or inflame and focus on a reaction to it (X), and finally they institute a resolution that addresses the crisis in a way that satisfies the opposition or responds to the reaction and which brings into existence a new piece of legislation or a new bureaucracy or a new power over the people that couldn’t have been foisted on the masses otherwise.

This, people, is two examples of how our brilliant masters utilize The Hegelian Dialectic as a controlling and conditioning mechanism against us. In one form or the other, it occurs routinely.

THE ILLEGAL ALIEN PROBLEM
[APPLIED HEGELIAN DIALECTICS]


My friend DiscConnected of the politically astute and humorously humorous blog Back In The USSR gave me the November 8th issue of The New American magazine (he buys ‘em and I keep ‘em – I like that arrangement) and then he told me that he was eager to know what I thought of the ‘Correction, Please!’ segment featuring an article titled “Incremental Amnesty”.

DiscConnected wasn’t entirely satisfied with the article because he felt it left a false impression that if voters go Republican rather than Democrat, the illegal immigration problem is eased. He seemed to think that the writer, William P. Hoar, may have misrepresented the issue and implied that with complete Republican control the immigration issue wouldn’t be the deplorable situation it now is, with our country overrun by illegal aliens and with the Feds suing Arizona over SB-1070, etc.

Below, in italics, is the slightly edited Email that I sent to my buddy DiscConnected after I had read the article in question. I now want to borrow this ideal scenario of The Hegelian Dialectic in order to further elucidate what I was referring to in my earlier blog bit.

DiscConnected ~
You had said that you were curious to know what I thought of it after reading the New American magazine article
“Incremental Amnesty”.

Man, I gotta tell ya, I think it was excellent!

However, I did understand what you meant in saying that you felt the article wrongly left the impression that voting Republican would change things for the better in this regard.

I don’t believe that’s REALLY the impression that The New American magazine meant to give, but by focusing exclusively on the “more illegals from Mexico means more votes for the Democrat Party” angle, that is, unfortunately, the impression that a reader who doesn’t already know that TNA rejects the false Left/Right paradigm could take away from the article.

I think the real purpose of the article was to whack the Democrats, but by focusing strictly on the current administration, the article does seem to be alluding to the idea that illegal immigration is solely a Democrat cause and you were right to call them on it.

To be sure, the Democrat Party does view illegal immigrants as an enlarging of their voter base. However, if that’s all there was to this issue, then obviously the last administration – the George W. Bush “Republican” Administration – would have done everything in its power to shut down illegal border crossing in order to prevent the Democrat Party from increasing its voter base. Right? That’s perfectly logical!

But that’s NOT what the “W” Administration did. In fact, it even incarcerated those two border patrol agents (Ramos and Compean) who had the audacity to attempt doing their jobs!

I am fully convinced that the bigger picture, when it comes to illegal immigration – and the reason BOTH parties refuse to secure our borders – is that the New World Order Cultists want to dilute as much as possible our cultural history and to thereby condition our thinking so that rather than considering ourselves a sovereign nation founded by a bunch of brilliant dead White guys who constructed a Federally limited, Constitutional form of government, we will begin to think of ourselves as “culturally diverse” and not a sovereign nation so much as a “continent” with lots of different influences acting upon it.

It’s easier to stitch together seven continents to form a global government than it is to stitch together about 195 different countries, right? (We saw this same agenda behind the formation of The European Union.)

And this would explain why BOTH parties want to leave the border porous, even if illegal immigration strengthens the voting power of one political party over the other.

However, aside from making the mistake of focusing on just one small piece of the puzzle rather than at least making mention at some point of the Bigger Picture, I thought the article was very good!

This paragraph toward the beginning really got my attention:

The [Wall Street] Journal continued: “Under the incremental scenario, the White House would embrace Republican proposals to step up immigration law enforcement and border and port security in exchange for measures such as the DREAM Act, which would give illegal immigrant children a path to citizenship through military or public service. White House officials could add an agricultural-workers program to that bill but put off dealing with the bulk of illegal immigrants until later.”

Whoa! Man, could there possibly be a better example of what I was writing about under the category X-Y-Z (Or, “The Hegelian Dialectic”) in
THIS blog bit? I mean, that’s “The Hegelian Dialectic” in full bloom!

COINCIDENCE THEORISTS SEIZE THE DAY?
[Or, CRISES-R-US: CREATE YER OWN OPPORTUNITIES?]

Now, recall the infamous quote of USAP’s White House Chief of Staff Rahm Emanuel:

You never want a serious crisis to go to waste. And what I mean by that is it's an opportunity to do things you didn't think you could do before.
~ Rahm Emanuel

OK, knowing that high-level Uncle Sam leadership recognizes the value of a crisis as a way of exploiting a situation and seizing the opportunity to do things it wouldn’t be able to do otherwise, ask yourself this question: Would Uncle Sam MANUFACTURE a serious crisis in order to use the opportunity to reshape the structure of America?

The answer is pretty obvious, don’t you think? If they could do it, they would do it.

Now ask yourself if it’s possible that the reason neither political party has shown any interest in securing our borders is because the crisis that an unsecure border creates might be an opportunity “to do things they didn’t think they could do before”.

In 1986, Congress passed the Immigration Reform And Control Act which granted amnesty to illegal aliens in the United States. At that time, Ted Kennedy stated, “We will secure the borders henceforth.” And he also promised, “We will never again bring forward another amnesty bill like this.” That’s two – count ‘em: 2 – lies that the silver spoon-fed buffoon told us. The borders were never truly secured and now legislators want to grant some form of amnesty to illegal aliens yet again.

Considering that we granted amnesty to lawbreakers in 1986, and considering that our leaders have deliberately misinterpreted the 14th Amendment to read that any child born to an illegal immigrant on American soil is automatically a full American citizen, is it any wonder that illegal aliens have continued to flock here in even greater numbers since 1986?

I believe that our immigration problem was a manufactured crisis in which both political parties participated in order to achieve the mind-set in America that I described in my Email to DiscConnected. And now we again see the political parties utilizing The Hegelian Dialectic in order to provide a pathway to citizenship (read: grant amnesty) to lawbreakers. Between that and the “Anchor Baby” law, that should keep the aliens coming in droves – which is what Uncle Sam secretly desires. The script never changes, only the cast does. The immigration crisis is but one additional stepping stone on the path to a single World Government.

AMERICAN OUTRAGE DIRECTED AT THE T.S.A.
[HEGELIAN DIALECTIC IN PROGRESS?]
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[Oh, Mammy! Where do I apply for a T.S.A. Screener job? Hell, I'll gain weight, cut my hair, and paint my nails!]
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Item: The TSA said people are chosen for additional screening at random and strictly for security reasons.

Item: Not all air travelers are selected for full-body scans -- the majority required only to walk through more common metal detectors. Passengers picked for body scans can opt for a pat-down instead. But once they have been randomly selected for the enhanced searches, they can't opt-out of both the scan and the pat-down. ...
“Just because you buy a plane ticket doesn't mean you have to subject yourself to awful security measures. It's not a waiver of your rights," said [Patricia] Stone, 44.
"The TSA is security theater. They're not protecting us."

Item: On the eve of one of the nation's busiest travel days, a poll has found that 61% of likely voters oppose the newly enhanced security measures at the country's airports. The poll by Zogby International of 2,032 likely voters also found that 48% said they would probably seek alternatives to flying because of the new measures.”

Item:SCREW BIG SIS”: Man Strips Down In TSA Opt-Out Protest
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Item: Ron Paul: Crotch Groped By TSA, Calls For Boycott Of Airlines -- “If we tolerate this,” Congressman Ron Paul said, “there’s something wrong with us.”

Item: Full-body scanners popping up at courthouses

Now the old boy may be barely breathing
But the heart of USA, the heart of USA is still beating
Yeah! In Cleveland Hopkins International Airport
Detroit Metropolitan Wayne County Airport!
Uh! Heart of USA!

~ Mary N. Tumunny

Boy, it does my heart good to see the American people finally rising up in righteous indignation over the Transportation Security Administration’s un-Constitutional infringement of our privacy rights.

In one sense it’s pretty pathetic that it didn’t occur until the T.S.A. began implementing its “enhanced pat-down” procedures. An informed citizenry would have erupted with this same level of disgust and outrage the moment these full-body Nude-O-Vision scanners were installed in airports. My anger was expressed immediately! I didn’t need to wait until these T.S.A. thugs began their “hand jive”, or “five-digit security clearance measures” before I went ballistic and started boycotting. I know when my Fourth Amendment rights are being trampled! (See my July 17th blog bit, “Drawing The Line For Uncle Sam”.)

But considering how uninformed and uninspired most Americans are, I suppose I should just be grateful that something – anything – was able to rouse them from their deep, apathetic slumbering. It shouldn’t have taken the T.S.A.’s T.S.A. (Totalitarian Sexual Abuse) to awaken the Americonned people – they should have risen up in righteous indignation months ago. But, heck, I’m just grateful that there’s still even an irregular murmur of a heartbeat in the American body that the T.S.A. Chief son-of-a-gun John Pistole was able to shock back into regularity.

I know a cat named Way-Out Johnny
Got a masculine chick named Homeland Janie
He can walk and stroll and screw with you
And do that crazy hand jive, too
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Mama, mama, look at T.S.A.
Doing the hand jive with sister Mae
Grandma gave baby sister a dime
She go’n get hand jive one mo’ time
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Hand jive
Hand jive
Hand jive
Do that crazy hand jive
~ Bill Bord

I have stated previously on this blog that once a person understands Uncle Sam’s endgame and the way The Hegelian Dialectic is utilized, it is sometimes possible to predict in advance changes in the political landscape.

Let me give you an example. I am NOT saying that I’m convinced this is how things will play out; I’m merely speculating - making an educated guess - about how this COULD possibly end up. Of course, there are other routes that might be selected by the New World Order Cultists, but you can be certain of one thing: our masters WILL find some way to use this crisis, this uprising of the Americonned people in a way that further promotes the New World Order agenda.

It’s certainly possible that the T.S.A. (following Council on Foreign Relations member Janet Napolitano’s instructions) suddenly implemented this new “enhanced pat-down” security measure (“Z”) in a deliberate attempt to anger the Americonned people enough (“X”) to accept some resolution that will be proposed in due time (“Y”). We might well be seeing the utilization of The Hegelian Dialectic in a “manufactured crisis” developing right before our eyes.

Here is an idea that has occurred to me as I have watched this story unfolding daily:

In May of 2005, the ‘Real ID Act’ was passed. This new Federal law demanded that all states begin issuing driver’s licenses and identification cards that conform to Department of Homeland Security guidelines and could be linked to a Federal database. In actuality, the Feds were requiring the states to participate in the creation of a National I.D. card. This was undoubtedly a step toward Biometric identification and greater control of the people.

It’s not a stretch to imagine that biometric identification cards would have been but one more step toward the eventual computer-chipping of citizens (and my more Biblically-informed readers will recognize that this would have likely been synonymous with “the mark of the beast”).

But a funny thing happened on the way to Federal tyranny: Some states rebelled, primarily due to the cost of conforming to the Federal demands. With little choice available to them, the Feds pushed back the deadline date for the states to come under compliance of the ‘Real ID Act’ to December of 2009. But as even more states began to rebel and to pass legislation at the state level essentially “nullifying” the Fed’s ‘Real ID Act’, the Feds dropped the issue -- for now. Although the law is still on the books, Uncle Sam and Aunt Janet have chosen not to enforce this tyrannical law. (After all, what were they going to do? Bring back our troops from the Middle East and order them to take up arms against the rebelling states?)

The recent outrage against the T.S.A.’s full-body scanning and enhanced pat-downs was not just an airline customer issue. Many commercial pilots also began to loudly protest this invasion of privacy. How did the T.S.A. respond to pilot protest? Here’s how:

Item: Pilots and flight attendants had been calling on the TSA to revise its “enhanced security screening” for crew, arguing that since they already go through extensive security checks, they should not have to go through new full-body scanners or be subjected to pat-downs (ATW Daily News, Nov. 16).

TSA Administrator John Pistole on Friday told Bloomberg’s “In Business” that its decision recognizes the “trusted position and relationship that the pilots have in charge of the aircraft,” and noted that pilots will now go through an “alternative, identity-based screening as opposed to the physical screening.” Pistole explained this means pilots will present an airline ID, with a positive validation, at the checkpoint.” By doing that, he said, it will “eliminate the need for additional physical screening” and enable TSA “to provide the focus on those who may be a possible risk.”

This got me to thinking . . . if airline passenger protests continue to mount, what if the T.S.A. at some point down the road made a similar agreement with airline customers? What if Janet Napolitano and her Homeland Security Goon Squad proposed the idea that Americans with biometric identification cards conforming to Homeland Security guidelines could avoid the full-body scanning Nude-O-Vision machines and the T.S.A. “Hand Jive”? That is, with a biometric National ID card and a clean personal history, you, the customer, would in a sense also be able to take advantage of an “alternative, identity-based screening as opposed to the physical screening” just as the pilots do.

Or to put it another way: It is well within the realm of possibility that the true purpose of the new T.S.A. procedures is to ignite our ire enough that we will eagerly accept, as a replacement, a yet to be proposed “compromise” resulting in the fulfillment of Uncle Sam’s and Aunt Janet’s National Identification Card agenda.

This is one way that the Feds might be able to get the states to acquiesce to the ‘Real ID Act’ which the states have, up until now, rebelled against and essentially “nullified”.

I repeat, I am not saying that I am convinced this is how this situation will eventually be used by The Feds in order to gain what they want (i.e., greater control and surveillance of the American people), but I do offer it as a very real, logical possibility. This may or may not be an accurate prediction of the denouement to this whole sordid affair, but I offer it as an example of how an informed person can analyze political events and an explanation for why it is possible for a person to sometimes accurately predict future political moves. All it takes is an awareness of the endgame and the imagination to conceive of how The Hegelian Dialectic might be employed to manipulate us, step-by-step, toward the “New World Order” and the checkmate trap that awaits us.

I leave you with the following passages from 1) The Constitution of the United States of America, and 2) The Heritage Guide To The Constitution:

1) The right of the people to be secure in their persons, houses, papers, and effects, against unreasonable searches and seizures, shall not be violated, and no Warrants shall issue, but upon probable cause, supported by Oath or affirmation, and particularly describing the place to be searched, and the persons or things to be seized.
~ The Fourth Amendment to the U.S. Constitution

2) In the case with which the Framers of the Constitution would have been most familiar, James Otis defended several colonial smugglers against seizures made through the use of “writs of assistance”, which permitted the customs agents to search any place in which smuggled goods might be concealed, even if there was no particular suspicion the goods were there. Though Otis lost the case, no less an authority than John Adams saw the dispute as the spark of the American Revolution: “Then and there was the child ‘Independence’ born.”
~ The Heritage Guide To The Constitution; page 324

~ Stephen T. McCarthy
D-FensDogg of the 'Loyal American Underground'

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Sunday, November 14, 2010

D-FENSDOGG: ‘LOYAL AMERICAN UNDERGROUND’ (Or, “HAPPY McBIRTHDAY, JOE!”)

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"[Senator Joseph] McCarthy is a former Marine. He was an amateur boxer. He's Irish. Combine those and you're going to have a vigorous individual, who won't be pushed around. ... Certainly, he is a controversial man. He is earnest and he is honest. He has enemies. Whenever you attack subversives of any kind, ... you are going to be the victim of the most extremely vicious criticism that can be made".
~ FBI Director, J. Edgar Hoover

On November 14th, 1908, in Grand Chute township, outside the city of Appleton in upstate Wisconsin, future Senator of the United States of America, Joseph R. McCarthy was born.

In other words, today is his birthday.
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But since I am currently somewhat too intoxicated to compose a blog bit about it... I am going to postpone this blog bit until tomorrow. Return tomorrow when you will hear me say: "Consarn it all! Who turned the lights out on me?"
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NOVEMBER 15, 2010:

Consarn it all! Who turned the lights out on me?

Wow! So that's what people mean when they say “drunk as a skunk”, eh? OK, I got it now.

Sheesh! That stuff’ll really sneak up on ya, huh? That was like suddenly getting whacked in the back of the head with a bag of wine ‘n’ whiskey bottles and one 24 ounce can of Coors beer!

I’m just genuinely thankful to God that I was sober enough to realize how drunk I was so that I quit while I was still slightly ahead. That coulda gone very badly.

I suppose I could have returned here today and said that I was merely “jesticulating” last night and wasn’t really intoxicated at all, but I see no reason to lie about it when I can just as easily pin it on Andy Anderson and say that it was all his fault for killing himself.

Alright then, let me see if I can’t finish this fight that I started last night just before everything went dark on me.

MEANWHILE, BACK AT THE BLOG BIT . . .

[In grade school I was taught that one ought never begin an essay with the word “I”, but being as big a “maverick” as was Senator Joseph McCarthy, I begin this blog bit with...]

I can scarcely believe what little curiosity the two regular readers of my blog have. Prior to August, 2010, the “signature block” I used for most of my blog comments was:

~ Stephen
"As a dog returns to his own vomit,
so a fool repeats his folly."

~ Proverbs 26:11

But after August of 2010, I began signing off on most of my blog comments with:

~ D-FensDogg
‘Loyal American Underground’

Not one of my friends and loyal “Followers” ever bothered to ask me: “What does ‘D-FensDogg’ and ‘Loyal American Underground’ mean?”

Well, I’m about to answer the question that none of you non-curiosity-havin’ readers never asked. -- [Hmmm...? What did he say? What language was that?]

D-FENSDOGG:

OK, so what happened last August that inspired me to change my blog comment “signature block”? I read the excellent and extremely important book ‘TAKEN INTO CUSTODY: The War Against Fathers, Marriage, And The Family’ by Stephen Baskerville, PhD. This is a book that I urge all people concerned about the American family unit and the preservation of Constitutional rights to read... and soon!

While reading this book last August I came across the following passage on page 250:

“Recall that in the original Angry White Male movie, Falling Down, it was partly a restraining order preventing him from seeing his little girl that launched the Michael Douglas character on his slash-and-burn rampage through downtown Los Angeles,” writes Kate Zernike. “Many divorced father’s groups are about as subtle.”

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Ah, yes, ‘Falling Down’ – that movie hadn’t crossed my mind for many years. I saw it in a movie theatre when it was released in 1993. From what I was able to recall of it, I judged it a very flawed movie that pretty much fell completely apart beginning with the scene when William Foster (Michael Douglas), the unemployed defense worker, encounters Nick, the neo-Nazi Army surplus store owner.

But the one scene that still stood out in my mind was where Foster comes across the city workers tearing up a street and inconveniencing everyone solely in order to spend money so as to maintain the size of their department's budget the following year. I nearly cheered out loud in the theatre during that scene because, as a Los Angeleno, I saw that exact thing happening ALL THE FREAKIN’ TIME! Heck, the department I worked for at UCLA used to do it too!

Later in ’93, I moved to Prescott, Airheadzona, and I remember telling my co-worker buddy “Big D” about that scene and how much the movie ‘Falling Down’ truly captured life in Los Angeles in the 1990s.

So, after reading ‘Taken Into Custody’, I put the movie ‘Falling Down’ in my Netflix queue and saw it shortly thereafter. I was knocked out! Yes, I still thought the scene with the neo-Nazi was over-the-top ridiculous, however, contrary to how I remembered things, the movie did NOT fall completely apart after that scene, and in fact, my opinion of the entire movie has completely turned around! Overall, I think it is a great movie and I immediately purchased a copy of it on DVD!

If for no other reason, ‘Falling Down’ should be seen by everyone for two scenes in particular: 1) The aforementioned bit when Foster encounters the city street maintenance crew, and 2) the scene when Foster encounters the socially “superior” country club golfer. Ha! I now rate ‘Falling Down’ amongst my favorite movies, but those two scenes alone are worth the price of admission!

The movie did slightly weasel out on the full strength of the statement that it might have made by showing William Foster to have a somewhat short-fuse temper, but considering the politically correct atmosphere of Hollywood, it’s actually rather amazing that ‘Falling Down’ ever got made at all!

And it was interesting to see the movie so soon after having read 2007’s ‘Taken Into Custody’ because it was apparent that as far back as 1993, the ‘Falling Down’ screenplay was on the cutting edge of family matters in America. In his book, Stephen Baskerville focuses on how divorced women are usually granted sole custody of their children and can control and dictate the “visiting rights” of the father even when there is no history of violence on the part of the male. This is highlighted in ‘Falling Down’ even to the point of a police officer’s skepticism when Foster’s ex-wife implies that he “could” “potentially” be violent, even though he had never inflicted physical violence on his wife or child.

Baskerville also mentions in his book that some researchers are convinced that murder by a mother’s deliberate “smothering” accounts for a significant amount of what commonly gets labeled “Sudden Infant Death Syndrome” (SIDS). This seems to be alluded to toward the very end of ‘Falling Down’, in a discussion between Foster and Detective Prendergast (Robert Duvall).

William Foster’s personalized license plate, which assists Detective Prendergast in his effort to identify and track down Foster, is “D-FENS”. And that’s how I came by the nickname “D-FensDogg”. The “Dogg” part is primarily a tribute to my old Amazon.com buddy A-DogG, but also an attempt to say it loud: “I’m Black and I’m proud!”
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I suppose one might say that "D-FensDogg" is just another way of saying "Watchdog". And that's how I think of myself - as a watchdog who signals the alert when he sees our liberty and the American way of life being destroyed.

Now, I’m not saying, of course, that everyone ought to take the law into their own hands like William “D-Fens” Foster did. Am I? Well, no, I don’t believe I am. But, I’m just sayin’ . . .

‘LOYAL AMERICAN UNDERGROUND’:

Now, as for the ‘Loyal American Underground’ part, what you need to know is that during Senator Joe McCarthy’s heyday, when he was tracking down communists that had infiltrated the United States government and was scaring allah’s unholy trousers off the Democrat and Republican Establishment because he was a maverick and a loose cannon who was sure to eventually blow the lid off the whole “New World Order” agenda if he wasn’t stopped, there was a small group of informants and whistleblowers within the International Information Administration (I.I.A.) who secretly apprised McCarthy of facts that the Elite “New World Order” folks wanted to keep under wraps. [Was that a run-on sentence?] In other words, this accounted for some of the “leaks” by which McCarthy was able to acquire suppressed information about subversives within our government, and these genuinely patriotic whistleblowers who assisted Senator McCarthy called themselves “The Loyal American Underground”.

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I really like that! I like the whole idea of patriots referring to themselves as a “Loyal American Underground” (LAU). And so I decided to resurrect that name and apply it to myself and all other true American Constitutionalists who wish to see our nation returned to the principles that our Founding Fathers worked so hard and intelligently to establish for us.

THE ‘LOYAL AMERICAN UNDERGROUND’ RIDES AGAIN!

And you, my ferret-faced fascist friends, are riding with me! Give me liberty or give me death! One if by land, two if by sea! Four score and seven years ago! There are a thousand hacking at the branches of evil to one who is striking at the root! They who can give up essential liberty to obtain a little temporary safety, deserve neither liberty nor safety! The Supreme Court has made its decision, now let it enforce it! In this present crisis, government is not the solution to our problem, government IS the problem! The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants! I am not a vigilante; I am just trying to get home to my little girl's birthday party and if everyone will just stay out of my way, nobody will get hurt!

OK, OK, so I got a little carried away. But didja like that last one? Those were the words of William “D-Fens” Foster. Ride on, my ferret-faced Loyal American Underground

dot-compatriots, ride on!
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~ Stephen T. McCarthy
‘Loyal American Underground’

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Tuesday, November 9, 2010

THE "FASCIST" LABEL: WEAR IT LIKE A BADGE OF HONOR

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Members and front organizations must continually embarrass, discredit and degrade our critics. … When obstructionists become too irritating, label them as fascist or Nazi or anti-Semitic. … Constantly associate those who oppose us with those names that already have a bad smell. The association will, after enough repetition, become “fact” in the public mind.

~ A 1943 Communist Party Directive
[as quoted by the 1956 Report of the House Committee on Un-American Activities; volume 1, page 347.]

My fellow Constitutionalists/Conservatives, keep the above quote in mind as you go about debating politics with zombie liberals, and the very next time one of those "zomberals" calls you a fascist or a Nazi or anti-Semitic, be sure to ask your opponent if he or she is simply following the Communist party line, or if their ignorance just comes independently and naturally to them.

You might also ask them to define "fascist" (that's their favorite word for people like us) and then point out to them that Representative Government (which is what our Constitutional Republic was designed to be) is the antithesis of fascism, but that their Mother Russia practiced fascism in its truest sense. All communist dictators have been genuine fascists.

One reason I've always found debating with zombie liberals so easy and rewarding is because most "zomberals" are just plain ignorant about politics. They don't do much real deep thinking and reasoning but simply follow the party line by regurgitating all the usual talking points and slinging all the usual labels that they don't really even understand.

I'll not forget the time that some zomlib wrote that I was a "facist" and I wrote back that he ought to at least learn to spell the word before accusing people of being it.

I've been labeled a "fascist" and a "Nazi" several times by various zomberals over the years (note the name of this blog), and I wear those epithets proudly.

In the fifth chapter of the book of Acts in The Holy Bible, it says:
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". . . and when they had called for the apostles and beaten them, they commanded that they should not speak in the name of Jesus, and let them go. So they departed from the presence of the council, rejoicing that they were counted worthy to suffer shame for His name. And daily in the temple, and in every house, they did not cease teaching and preaching Jesus as the Christ."

And that's kind of the way I view it when some zomberal misapplies a derogatory label to me. First, I consider the source, and then I take pride in knowing that if they are following the Communist directive against me, it must mean that as a lover of liberty, I'm an "obstructionist" who has "become too irritating" and thus I'm doing something right!

But remember: A good tactic for counterpunching when some liberal dog calls you a fascist or a Nazi is to immediately ask them if they're consciously following the 1943 Communist Party Directive. You might also want to inquire how long they've been a member of the party and is the bar stocked with anything besides Russian vodka when the party throws a party?

Just because your opponent is stupid does not mean you can't have fun with them. ;o)

~ Stephen T. McCarthy
'Loyal American Underground'

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Friday, November 5, 2010

REPUBLOCRAT PENDULUM SWINGS RIGHT AGAIN (Or, AMERICA SWITCHES BACK TO FILTERED CIGARETTES)

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Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again but expecting different results.
~ Rita Mae Brown


So, the Republican party trounced the Democrats on Election Day Tuesday and took back control of the House Of Representatives. The Elephants also gained seats in the Senate but not enough to wrest control away from the Jackasses.

I am genuinely pleased to see that Ron Paul’s son, Rand, was elected to Congress. I expect this apple hasn’t fallen far from the tree, and two Pauls is better than one.

But overall, it’s like deja-1994-vu all over again. And you remember how well that turned out for us, right? I mean, look around – HERE YOU ARE!

If all we got on Tuesday was another freshman class a la the 1994 Republican Takeover, well then, whoop-dee-doo!

I don’t mean to put a damper on the festivities, I don’t mean to curb your exultant mood but . . . oh, the hell I don’t.

C’mon, haven’t we been here before? Don’t we recognize the landscape and the circumstances? Has the odor really improved? Don’t we EVER learn ANYTHING from history?

A General Overview Of Leadership
(plus or minus margin of error: Uhm… 2-4%)

1960-1961 – Republican president - Democrat Congress

1962-1969 – Democrat president - Democrat Congress

1970-1977 – Republican president - Democrat Congress

1978-1981 – Democrat president - Democrat Congress

1982-1987 – Republican president – Congress divided

1988-1993 - Republican president – Democrat Congress

1994-1995 - Democrat president – Democrat Congress

1995-2001 - Democrat president – Republican Congress

2002-2002 - Republican president – Congress divided

2004-2006 - Republican president – Republican Congress

2007-2009 - Republican president – Democrat Congress

2010 - Democrat president – Democrat Congress

OK, so now we’re going to have a Democrat president and a Divided Congress, and conservatives are excited? Conservatives think this marks the beginning of a new and better chapter in American politics? Conservatives believe this represents a paradigm shift? Conservatives think we can expect different results despite the fact that we are doing the same thing that we have done before, over and over… and over? Have conservatives lost their minds? Are they insane?

In my lifetime I have seen every possible configuration: Democrats in full control; Republicans in full control; Democrats with half control; Republicans with half control. The one thing I have never seen in my lifetime, however, is a meaningful change in politics resulting in a better American life. Isn’t that strange? Each party has had their chances, and both parties have failed. And now I’m supposed to dance in the streets because the Republicans have regained control of the House? Sorry, but I’m just not insane enough to do The Dummy Dance again.

I expect we’ll see this new Republocrat class go quickly to work on an effort to “repeal and replace” ObamaCare with the Republican’s version of ObamaCare: ObamaCare Light. And this, of course, will be a fine example of the Hegelian Dialectic in action, as I previously illustrated it here at ‘Ferret-Faced Fascist Friends’. (See the link below.)

But genuine conservatives (read: “genuine Constitutionalists”) would not work to “repeal and replace”. Instead, they would read the Tenth Amendment to the U.S. Constitution (yeah, the first and only sentence that comprises the Tenth Amendment in its entirety) and then they would work to pull the Federal Government’s overreaching hand out of health care altogether, allowing a completely free market – free of all Federal meddling, mangling, and mismanagement – to do its thing and bestow its superior benefits upon all American citizens. But that, as you should know by now, is NOT what our neo conservatives in Washingdumb D.C. (District Of Conspiracy) will do.

To quote writer William F. Jasper:
“Of course they [the Republicans and Democrats in the Federal Government] have no more constitutional authority to provide children with insurance than they do to provide them with McDonald’s Happy Meals, Xbox games, or Teletubby dolls.”

With this new Republican takeover of the House Of Representatives, the most we can realistically expect is a periodic tapping on the brakes as we continue careening down the left side of steep Marx Mountain. (It’s a mountain that has only “left” sides.)

How did we get here? Carter. Reagan. Bush. Clinton. Bush. USAP Obama. That’s how we got here. Establishment Politics: The Democrat and Republican party – one party pretending to be two in order to give you “a choice”.

Or to borrow from the ultimate analogy conceived by my friend Br’er Marc, all we did on Tuesday was switch from unfiltered cigarettes to filtered cigarettes. Down with Democrats – Up with Republicans! Meet the new lung cancer – same as the old lung cancer!

Changing political parties obviously won't change anything. Only changing political direction will change anything! When will people understand they’re the same party? Socialist extreme and Socialist light. Do you want filtered or
non-filtered cigarettes, sir? Either way they’re both going to kill you...
~ Br’er Marc (A.K.A. Mousiemarc)

So before we go putting on the ritz, or putting on the dog, or hosting a celebration party, or posting a hardee-har-har, we’d better remind ourselves of what professor Carroll Quigley told us. This, people, has all been for show. This has been a Cecil B. DeMille production to appease your outrage over government spending and government intrusion. You have just been given the opportunity to “throw the rascals out”, all the while retaining the status quo.

The two parties should be almost identical, so that the American people can “throw the rascals out” at any election without leading to any profound or extensive shifts in policy.
~ Carroll Quigley

Did Tuesday’s election dissolve the Federal Reserve System and disband the Council On Foreign Relations? No? Then what the hell are we celebrating? New lies for old?

The show is over. You were given the opportunity to protest and express your disgust by throwing the rascals out (and don’t you feel much better now?) Now, however, the REAL government – the shadow government – reconvenes and takes it from here. [“Thanks for your input, people, but we’ll take it from here.”]

Meet the new boss – same as the old boss.

~ Stephen T. McCarthy
‘Loyal American Underground’

Important Links (Check 'em out!):

The Republican Health Care Hypocrisy – by William F. Jasper

Carroll Quigley On The Election Farce (“Throwing The Rascals Out”)

The Hegelian Dialectic (What It Is And How It Works)

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Monday, November 1, 2010

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

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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.

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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Stephen to his friend Mr. Sheboyganboy Six:
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, October 27, 2010

SEX, TATTOOS & VIOLENCE R US - #7

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“Sex, Tattoos & Violence R Us” = An absolutely unrelated, multitudinous conglomeration of subjects all addressed in a single blog bit and tied together by absolutely nuttin’. (A.K.A. “Hodgepodge O’Nuttin”.)

My inflatable girlfriend - Ariel O. O’Airedale (an Irish airhead really; not much of a girlfriend, but she’s the only one I’ve got) - she insisted that I post a new installment of ‘Sex, Tattoos & Violence R Us’ because it’s been quite awhile since the last one. I didn’t really want to do it but, well, Ariel wears the pants in this relationhip and if I don’t accede to her wishes she’ll just keep barking (read: “bitching”) at me and hit me in the head with my own air pump the moment I turn my back on her.

You may wonder why I ever blow her up at all under these circumstances but… well… hell, sometimes a man gets lonely.
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“HOPE & CHANGE” – PART DEUX (Or, “THE 180-VIEW”)
In the last major election, it was all about the Democrats chanting the mantra “Hope and Change”. This time it’s the Republicans chanting their version of the same thing: “Tea Party Candidates” and “Anti-Incumbency”.

Same crap, different year, different party.
Y’all crack me up. When are you going to figure out that no matter how many times you change the party in power the crap remains the same? Repugnantcans no good? Elect Dumb-O-Crats! Dumb-O-Crats no good? Elect Repugnantcans! How many times do you Americans need to play this game before you figure out that… BOTH Repugnantcans AND Dumb-O-Crats no good? Sheesh, even the dumbest hamster eventually figures out that the wheel’s turning but he ain’t goin’ nowhere!

Look, people, you don’t get to elect the real power players – those folks are groomed and appointed from behind the scenes, they're not elected. You only get to elect “the fall guys”. If that makes you feel better somehow, then go ahead and mark your X.

But I hereby guarantee every one of youz that more of the same is in America’s future, and it won’t make a bit of difference which of the two major political parties you put in power.

Speaking of Thomas Sowell . . .

WE GOT AWAY WITH IT BEFORE, SOWELL DO IT AGAIN
Thomas Sowell said a very quotable thing. This comes from the latest issue of The New American magazine:

How to combat America’s problems? Stop doing what we’ve been doing. Thomas Sowell, an economist and political commentator, says everything the government did wrong in the past is being repeated and escalated. Case in point: “The recent so-called financial reform act left out Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac,” two institutions that brought on the housing bubble and led the way into recession.
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In an interview appearing in Investor’s Business Daily, Sowell adds: “People ask me sometimes why politicians continue to make the same mistakes. Don’t they ever learn? And I reply, ‘They do learn! They learn that they can get away with it. That’s what they learn’.”

FUNNY-SOUNDING ‘VERIFICATION WORDS’
Back in April, when Arlee Bird was doing his ‘A To Z Blog Challenge’, I left a comment on some participant’s blog, and in doing so, I was required to type the ‘Verification Word’ to submit my comment. I can’t recall what that Verification Word was, but it so tickled me that I actually mentioned it in a postscript and I decided I would invent some meaning for it and begin using it. Unfortunately, I forgot what the word was and when I went back to relocate it, I was unable to find where I had posted it. I searched every single blog I could remember attaching a comment to, but I never did find it again. And I mean I spent a couple of WEEKS searching for that Lost Word.

Well, I decided that would never happen to me again, and shortly afterwards, I began collecting all of the better Verification Words I came across at Blogspot.com while in the process of submitting blog comments. Sadly, I never again was given a Verification Word that I felt matched the wonderfulness of that Lost Word. But below is my collection of favorite Verification Words that I have collected since last April. Of course, none of these words mean anything – they’re just randomly thrown together letters by the blogspot computer system – but they all seem to me like they SHOULD have meanings attached. I just like the way they sound; and the first one - “jebocker” – sounds like a word my Pa made up and often used as an expletive. Oh, how many times I heard my Pa say from behind the wheel, “Come on, move it, ya jabroney!”

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

OK, those were the best Verification Words I came across during my last seven months of blogging. Pick a word, any word, and use it in good health! C'mon, you know "ditypolf" deserves wide usage!

And speaking of words . . .

NOW, THAT’S COLD!
I’ll never forget the time my Pa and I went to Santa Monica Beach and gradually entered the water – gradually, because it was way too cold to do the usual, dash ‘n’ dive. But the moment that cold water reached my Pa’s… uhm… you know, most sensitive area, he yelled out, “Jacques O'Reilly!”

Now, that’s cold… AND funny.

And speaking futher of words . . .

MAKING IT UP AS I GO ALONG (Or, THE MEANING OF “INCONGRUTIATING”)
In this blog’s last installment [‘Tyranny And Mvtation’], when I couldn’t come up with an appropriate word to describe something, I just invented one on the spot [“odduation”].

I surely don’t mean to boast but I feel that I do at times have a certain capacity for “wingin’ it”. When I desperately need one, I can often come up with a decent counterargument. For example, I recall the time I was in the midst of a debate with some typical liberal. When he wrote to me: “It seems that you can't take disagreement.”
I countered with: "I disagree."

I’ll admit it, I’m rather proud of that comeback, and it still tickles me all these years later.

Also, I recall a couple of Christmas Days ago when at my Sister’s house, I was talking with my brother Nappy and said to him, “Buck Dharma was the most underrated guitarist of the classic Hard Rock era.”
A teenaged friend of the family, standing nearby, overheard just the last part of that sentence and so he asked me, “Who did you say was the most underrated guitarist of the Hard Rock era?”
I repeated it, “Buck Dharma”.
“No he wasn’t”, the young man argued.
I immediately turned to my Brother and said, “You see what I mean?”

I also feel that I am occasionally able to come up with a decent one-liner. Some of my better ones are:

Life is too long to take crap from people.

I never drank to forget nor forgot to drink.

Why don’t you just be YOU so someone else doesn’t have to?

I would rather KNOW an unpleasant truth than BELIEVE a pleasant lie.

You can't reason with a person who forms their beliefs without reasoning.

Barack Obama promised us "Hope" and "Change" but he never said anything about "Honesty." Yes, he did mention "Transparency" but I could see right through that.

But if I have any talent at all, it might be the ability to make up words when I can’t think of the real, legitimate word I need, or when I feel there is a word void, I can fill it. More times than not, I forget my new words almost as quickly as they come to me, but a few of them have stood the test of time for me. The Stephen T. McCarthy’s 'One Man’s Dictionary’ includes these terms that I have used for some years now:

For my place of residence and my fellow citizens: Airheadzona and Airheadzonans.

For “Dead Drunk”: Liquidated.

For members of either the Republican or Democrat parties: Republocrats

For the current state of our economy: Our Eek!-conomy

For Barack Obama: USAP (It’s an acronym for “Undocumented Socialist Acting As President”).

For USAP’s fans: Obama-Rama-Lama-Ding-Dongs

However, one of my favorite words I ever came up with is “Incongrutiating”. Please allow me to give you a bit of the background story. [As I wrote to my friend Arlee Boid a little while ago…]

Years ago, when I had a blog at Amazon.com, I had an Internet friend named Aaron, whom I nicknamed A-DogG. A-DogG and I had a very unique relationship in that we seemed simpatico in many (although not all) ways. He regularly commented on my blog postings and we would get into these amazin' discussions that went on and on and on and on!
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A-DogG had a very witty mind and a great ability for wordplay, and my blog posts became mere jumping off points for A-DogG and I to start "riffing", and not only did we have each other laughing but we had outside visitors laughing as well.
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With A-DogG and myself, there was an abundance of long-running inside jokes (that anyone following over a period of time would come to understand). One of the many of them pertained to Robert Blake and his TV character "Baretta". Somehow or another (and always in some seemingly natural way) Blake or "Baretta" would find his way into our ongoing dialogues, and damn, it was FUNNY!
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More than one person told me that although they really enjoyed my blog postings, what they liked best was watching where A-DogG and I would go with them from there. I had readers following the blog bits just for the amusement of seeing what A-DogG and I could turn them into. The wordplay was a gas, and the riffing was... well, you just had to be there. It was like watching Jimi Hendrix and Eddie Van Halen on Words. DAMN! DO I EVER MISS THOSE DAYS!

At any rate, one day I invented the word “Incongrutiating” (pronounced: In-con-GREW-she-ate–ing). Anytime you find yourself simultaneously doing two (or more) incongruous things, you are “incongrutiating”.

The day that word came to me, I used it in a written sentence during a comment section exchange with A-DogG. The next thing I knew, we were both coming up with multiple examples of “incongrutiating”. Sadly, when Amazon banned me from its website, they deleted all of my old comments, so my own examples of incongrutiating no longer exist. But I recently copied some of A-DogG’s examples for your amusement. Here’s my old buddy A-DogG on incongrutiating:
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Incongrutiating: Listening to Michael Medved while reading "The Creature From Jekyll Island".
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Incongrutiating: Watching ESPN while snacking in a
La-Z-Boy chair.

Then A-DogG expanded the term and gave us the 'xtreme' version of it:
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Hyperincongrutiating: Reading Chomsky while listening to the Star-Spangled Banner.

And finally, he began to play with variations on that theme and came up with the antithesis of incongrutiating:
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Nonincongrutiating (synonymous with Congrutiating):
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Listening to U2 while reading The Struggles of Northern Ireland.
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Listening to Pete Seeger while reading Chomsky (I think my head would explode!!).
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Listening to "Born to Run" or "Eye of the Tiger" while watching Marcus Allen reverse field in the Super Bowl.

A-DogG was GREAT!

The reason I thought to post all this here is because my buddy DiscConnected reminded me of the word “incongrutiating” the other day when he gave me a compact disc containing the Bob Dylan song ‘Talkin’ John Birch Paranoid Blues’ at the same time he gave me the John Birch Society magazine, ‘The New American’. Ha! That was a prime example of a person “incongrutiating”.

And speaking of Bob Dylan . . .

IT’S ALRIGHT, MA, I’M ONLY ANALYZING
I’ve told y’all plenty times by now that I think Bob Dylan was a musical genius; and that unbeknownst to me at the time, his album ‘Bringing It All Back Home’ had a massive impact on me as a writer; and that I believe ‘It’s Alright, Ma (I’m Only Bleeding)’ is his greatest of many great songs (and if you can’t remember all this, too bad; don’t blame me for your lousy memory).
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But right now, I want to take a few moments to analyze the structure of Dylan’s greatest song.

You’ll note that most songwriters write verses that either do not rhyme at all, or else use a pretty simple rhyming scheme, something like 1/2/3/2 or 1/1/2/2. Maybe the more adventurous and ambitious songwriters might use rhymes or near-rhymes in a verse structured like 1/2/1/2. Or maybe even a longer verse that goes like 1/1/2/3/2. Now that last example would be considered pretty darn complex by normal songwriting standards.

But in Dylan’s song ‘It’s Alright, Ma (I’m Only Bleeding)’ not only does he come up with brilliant lyrics – some that became slogans for his generation, such as “He not busy being born is busy dying” and “Money doesn’t talk, it swears” and “even the president of the United States sometimes must have to stand naked” – but Dylan actually formatted these lyrics in the most complex, imaginative song structure I have ever come across. If any other songwriter has ever equalled this for inventiveness, I am totally unaware of it.

You know how when a line of lyric comes to an end and the last word is a rhyme or near-rhyme, that word seems to “fit into a slot” designed for it? Kind of like a jigsaw puzzle piece that completes the picture on a puzzle? There’s a kind of “Ahhh” moment, or sense of being satisfied when that last rhyming word in a verse or chorus takes it’s place to fulfill the build-up to it, right? You know what I’m talking about - it’s as if that last rhyming word fully satisfies an itch on your back that you needed to address.

But in Dylan’s true masterpiece, he turns normal rhyming schemes upside down, and rather than concluding each verse with a word that rhymes, he has every single line in each verse end with a rhyme or a near-rhyme EXCEPT for the last word of the last line in the verse. In other words, he totally reverses the standard approach.

Below are three example verses I took from 'It's Alright, Ma’. All of the verses are comprised of five or six lines and the rhyming pattern goes like this: 1/1/1/1/1/2

Read them and see:

Disillusioned words like bullets bark
As human gods aim for their mark
Make everything from toy guns that spark
To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark
It’s easy to see without looking too far
That not much is really sacred

A question in your nerves is lit
Yet you know there is no answer fit
To satisfy, insure you not to quit
To keep it in your mind and not forget
That it is not he or she or them or it
That you belong to

While one who sings with his tongue on fire
Gargles in the rat race choir
Bent out of shape from society’s pliers
Cares not to come up any higher
But rather get you down in the hole that he’s in

Aside from the philosophically intriguing ideas being creatively conveyed in these verses, note how the last word in the last line of each verse actually works like a final rhyming word would in most other songs. Because the last word is the only one that DOES NOT RHYME (or near-rhyme) with the others, it feels - it seems - it “sounds” - as if that is the word that brings the verse to a satisfying conclusion in a rhyming way. Do I make myself clear? In the verse above, it is that last word “in” that gives your ear the "impression" of rhyming solely because it is the one word that DOESN’T actually rhyme with all the others. It creates a kind of aural illusion.
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That final non-rhyming word in each verse seems as if it’s fitting into a slot designed for it as the conclusion of the idea’s pattern, but in truth, Dylan could have used ANY non-rhyming word at the end of each verse, and regardless of whatever word he chose to use it would have equally given the impression that it was the “perfect” word to end with.

This is an amazing trick that Dylan devised; I am unaware of any other song structure that even remotely resembles this. (If anyone else is aware of a similar rhyming structure in song, please let me know.)

If you still don’t get what I’m driving at here, then please click on the YouTube link below, listen to the entire song, and see if you aren’t left with the “impression” that every verse ends with a rhyming word, even though the fact is that each verse ends with the only NON-RHYMING word. I trust you’ll hear what I’m writing.

Click here and listen: It’s Alright, Ma (I’m Only Bleeding)

BOOZE SKOOL IS IN SESSION
[No need to take notes; there will be tasting but no testing.]

As I’ve told y’all before, when my Pa passed away, he didn’t leave me a fortune in money, nor did he bequeath to me his good name (it ain’t that good!), however, I did inherit his truck and (most importantly) his book. Yeah, he only had one book but it’s a great one:
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Perhaps the most valuable chapter in this 1969 book is ‘#6 – Bourbon Whiskey’. Herein we find some of the things about this important beverage that few Americans know.

Bourbon, America’s great whiskey, is the product of a craft and tradition dating back nearly 200 years. Its productiion calls for a wedding of golden corn with infusions of other rich grains, all of which have flourished in this country since its colonization.

The world’s finest whiskey is made with limestone water found in Nelson County, Kentucky!

Limestone water, usually given as an essential in the production of Bourbon, has been credited with nearly every virtue. According to various reports, it is responsible for the courage of Kentucky’s Colonels, the beauty of its women, the speed of its horses and even the eloquence of its politicians.

There is no question that the finest Bourbon whiskeys are produced in the state of Kentucky. A small cluster of distilleries located in and around Bardstown, Kentucky, produce the finest bourbon whiskeys in America.

Most sadly, it has recently come to my attention that perhaps Bourbon is no longer being produced in Nelson County, Kentucky. The following comes from the Wikipedia site:

On November 7, 1996, Heaven Hill's production plant was almost completely destroyed by fire. Several of the company's warehouses were destroyed, and over 90,000 gallons of alcohol lost. The company survived the next several years through the provision of production capacity by its fellow local bourbon labels, Brown-Forman and Jim Beam, until its purchase and adaptation of the new Heaven Hill Bernheim distillery in Louisville. While fermenting, mashing, and distilling occurs at the new distillery, aging, bottling, and shipping still occur in Bardstown.

Note that the distilling is now done in Louisville, outside of Nelson County. (Is it any wonder that my Pa chose the year 1996 to check out of this lifetime? I think he foresaw that there was no reason to go on living.)
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Evan Williams is a good example of what I’m yakking about. This Bourbon was once made in Bardstown, Nelson County, but a close examination of the label now shows that it is bottled in Bardstown, but you won’t find it saying it was distilled in Bardstown. Is this somewhat deceptive advertising? I thinks so.

Evidently some of the so-called “bourbon experts” don’t think the distilling location change matters. Check out these tasting notes for the 1997 - '98 Evan Williams Vintage Bourbon:
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“…The first sniffs detect pleasing aromas of pineapple, oak, and saddle leather; seven more minutes of aeration bring about added scents of toasted marshmallow, honey-wheat toast, and cherry. The palate entry is firm, spirity, properly oily, and leathery; at the midpalate juncture, the biscuity/honeyed flavor profile begins to remind me of the glory days of this series… Finishes oily, slightly sherried, honey-like, pear-like, luscious, and nutty…Highly Recommended
~ F. Paul Pacult - Spirit Journal
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Hokey-Smoke! Who does this guy F. Paul Pacult think he is, Frasier Crane?! I mean, hey, I like my Bourbon as well as does the next guy, but when I sip it, all I taste is "whiskey", and then I get drunk.

Well, anyway, the three greatest things this country ever produced were Bourbon, The Blues, and Louis Armstrong. And sadly, it now seems that two out of three are gone (and The Blues is in sad shape, if you axe me). If anyone has happy news to the contrary about this Nelson County Bourbon problem, please be sure to notify me.

And speaking of my Pa’s truck . . .

PIMPED MY RIDE
Sure, I’ve pimped my ride (that is, my Pa's old truck), but I’ve had to do it ultra-low budget-like. But if you’re ever driving the mean streets of Phoenix, Airheadzona, and see a truck with these things in the cab . . .
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[A cowboy outlaw - made in England - sits atop my steering column.]
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[Meditatin' Rafiki attempts to conjure up some gasoline.]
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[BATMAN: “Quick! To the Batbathtub!”]
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. . . Then be sure to run me off the road and introduce yerself.
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JUMPING THE SHARK WITH FONZIE
Just last week, a good ol’ friend of mine Emailed me some photographs he had gotten from someone else. I was in a couple of the photos – I don’t know who took them and I had never seen them before – but these suckers are OLD!

That first one (below) was taken on the set of ‘Happy Days’ probably in 1978, the year after Fonzie “jumped the shark”. That’s me out-of-focus in the background taking notes. I don’t recall the story now, but Fonzie was probably giving us pointers on how to pick up girls, or something equally silly.
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[STMcC in center. Lookin' pretty young there, boy!]
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Here’s a second one of me, possibly backstage on the ‘Happy Days’ set, although I’m far from certain of that:
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These pictures got me to thinking about how quite awhile back, my brother Nappy and I were discussing shows that “jumped the shark”. That term, if you don’t already know, is used to describe the first moment or the first episode in which a TV series began it’s decline in quality. It can also be applied to Rock ‘N’ Roll bands, or cartoon strips, you name it – but it was initially a judgment against 'Happy Days' and then later applied to all TV shows. In 1977, an episode of ‘Happy Days’ had Fonzie water skiing (in his black leather jacket no less) where, in danger of landing in an area containing a man-eating shark, he manages to successfully jump over it. STOOO-PID!

So, I told brother Nappy that long before I had ever heard the phrase “jump the shark” I had come to the conclusion that for most TV shows, the episode when they "jump the shark" (or, in other words, display the fact that they’ve run out of good storylines) is when the protagonists go to Hollywood, or when some celebrity plays himself or herself on an episode. I don’t know how many times I’ve seen this, but after awhile I began to notice the Hollywood/Celebrity pattern that indicated a TV series was exhausted.

Nappy laughed and pointed out to me that the very episode in which Fonzie jumped the shark also was an episode in which the Cunningham family, along with their friends and Fonzie, had gone to Hollywood. Doh! That’s right! That’s why Fonzie was even in a position to jump the shark – they were at the Pacific Ocean! That hadn’t even occurred to me, but it just goes to prove my point. ‘Happy Days’ didn’t “jump the shark” when Fonzie jumped the shark; ‘Happy Days’ “jumped the shark” when it was first announced that the show’s characters were going out West to Hollywood! (Although, personally, I think ‘Happy Days’ was a shark-jumper from episode one, but…)

My all-time favorite TV series is ‘The Andy Griffith Show’ (TAGS). After five seasons, Don Knotts (“Barney Fife”) left the show, and in season six, TAGS switched from black and white to color. It also began its obvious decline in quality at that point. Is it any coincidence that it was also early in season six that Andy Taylor and his family went to Hollywood? No Barney Fife? Quick! What do we do? “I know,” says the desperate writer, “Let’s have the Taylor’s make a trip to Hollywood.”

For a TV show, it’s the kiss of death, I tell ya!

Now, I’ll admit, there are exceptions to my rule of thumb (there’s an exception to every rule, isn’t there?), but by and large, I think my observation holds up. True, Dr. Joyce Brothers and Dr. Phil each played themself on the show ‘Frasier’ and yet the ‘Frasier’ series never jumped the shark. Yes, Sammy Davis Junior played himself in the second season of ‘All In The Family’ and it would be a few years yet before that show jumped the shark. And what do we do about a show like ‘The Beverly Hillbillies’ which actually starts out with the main characters already in Hollywood? (Well, close enough – it’s a five minute drive from Beverly Hills to Hollywood.) But start paying attention and see if my theory doesn’t hold up pretty well.

Since I’ve been reminiscing here, check out this also recently discovered picture of my brother, Nappy, with Michael J. Fox on the set of ‘Back To The Future’.
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Speaking of Brother Nappy . . .
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YOU'RE SOOO SPECIAL!
Nappy and I were recently laughing about this. Independent of each other, we’ve both discovered that there are three things you can count on 95% of all Americans to say, and each American who says it believes that he or she is saying something that pretty uniquely applies to themselves:
1) Cigarette smoke irritates my sinuses.
2) Aspirin irritates my stomach.
3) I’m addicted to chocolate – I’m a “chocoholic”.
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Ahh, yeah, you people are just SOOOooooo unique!

Turning briefly to The Sports Section . . .

LOCAL YOKELS 1 – WORLD SERIES 0
I noticed in the Wednesday, October 27th edition of ‘The Airheadzona Repugnant’, under the category “Today On Radio” it said: “MLB: World Series (Game 1) – Rangers at Giants, joined in progress, 6 p.m., 620 AM”

620 AM is KTAR, a local Sports Talk radio station and ESPN affiliate. Weekdays from 2 to 6 is the sports talk program of Dumbo And Ass… er, I mean, Gambo And Ash. Phoenix is just a wide spot in the desert pretending to be cosmopolitan, and here, our Airheadzona radio programmers evidently think it’s more important to carry Gambo And Ash yakking about sports in general until six o’clock, and pick up the Game 1 World Series broadcast in progress after their regularly scheduled sports yak program concludes... when the game is already in the third inning and the score is Rangers 2, Giants 0. Only in Airheadzona, I tell ya! The only station to carry the World Series in the Phoenix area, and they give precedence to two local yokels.

If you’re thinking about moving to Airheadzona, do yourself a favor: DON’T!

FAIRLY CLEVER, BUT . . .
In the same sports section of the same newspaper on the same day, we find Bob Young of ‘The Heat Index’ has written:

Praise Breesus! New Orleans savior Brees has seen his passer rating slide from 109.6 last season, to 91.4 on your quarterback dial. That’s like down with the jazz stations.

Now, I’ll admit, that’s a pretty clever line. The only problem with it is that here in “cosmopolitan” Phoenix we don’t have Jazz stations, unless you’re counting KYOT, our Jazz-lite Kenny G-string station (and I’m NOT counting it). Well, there is the NPR station that plays Jazz after the sun goes down, but unlike a Big League city, like say a Los Angeles or a New York, Phoenix doesn’t have a 24/7 Jazz/Blues station. But then why should we? We’re really just a wide spot in the desert pretending to be wearing big boys britches.

One final sports observation . . .

MO’ BRAWN DEN BRAINS
Earlier this week, Darnell Dockett, defensive lineman for the Airheadzona Cardinals, was quoted in the sports section as having said:

I don’t think we’ve arrived or anything.

You don’t think? Well, considering that y’all have a record of 3 and 3, and are getting your azzes royally kicked on a pretty regular basis, yeah, I guess you're right, you haven’t “arrived or anything”.

Dockett continues:

We’re just going to stay humble and try to get better every day.

Gonna stay humble, eh, Darnell? What on Earth would you Cardinals have to be conceited about? Don't worry, Darnell, I'm pretty sure that if your egos start to rebel without a cause, any number of NFL teams will quickly re-humble you guys.
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Sheesh! Do these athletes ever listen to themselves?

OK, speaking of John F. Kennedy . . .

NOW THERE’S SOMETHING YOU DON’T HEAR EVERY DAY, CHAUNCEY
In a recent Email I sent to my new friend with the pseudonym “Charts And Grafs” I wrote this:

I have read a couple of books and some articles on the Kennedy assassination, and it was so strange: that was the only subject I have ever studied in which the more I learned the more confused and uncertain I became. I have also seen a few documentaries on the subject. I finally reached the conclusion that I would never really feel I knew what had happened with JFK. And last year, after I had given up all hope of greater understanding, I finally viewed a documentary that “felt right”. It may have been the most clarifying look at the Kennedy assassination I have yet discovered . . . if it’s true. Ha!

In case anyone’s interested, that two-hour documentary is called SPOOKS, HOODS, AND THE HIDDEN ELITE. It can be purchased at G. Edward Griffin’s ‘Reality Zone’ site, but it seems the entire thing may also be available for free viewing online. (Try “Googling” it.)
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Here’s Reality Zone’s description of the program:

This is the confession, made eight days before his death, of a man who worked in the joint service of organized crime and the CIA. Chauncey Holt tells why the Mob and the CIA wanted JFK dead and how they carried out his assassination. One of Holt’s assignments was to create false ID papers for Lee Harvey Oswald who he knew as a CIA undercover agent posing as a Castro supporter. Holt reveals that there were several shooters, but Oswald wasn’t one of them. He was set up to take the blame and draw attention away from the real assassination team.
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And speaking of the Mob . . .
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YOUR TAX DOLLARS HARD AT WORK
(AS USUAL)
Not far from where I work is a typical Airheadzona strip mall. For about a month now - I kid you not, about 4 weeks - there has been a gutted car parked in front of a tattoo parlor and it has not moved. I see it on my way to work in the afternoons, I see it there all by its lonesome in the parking lot after midnight when I'm driving home from work, and I see it there on weekends. Any time of day or night, 7 days a week, that car is in the same conspicuous spot in the parking lot.
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This car has obviously been stolen and abandoned or else just abandoned. There is an oil slick underneath it now and I saw the driver's side door ajar a few nights ago. I've also seen cops parked in this lot at night. Wouldn't you think that by now one of our dedicated "protecting and serving" boys or chicks in blue would have had this car towed?
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One day last week, I also saw a grocery cart lying on its side in the far right lane of a freeway onramp. It remained there for over 24 hours until finally moved off the side of the roadway. This was in a very high-traffic area, and I can guarantee you that in that 24+ hour period, there had to have been at least six cops drive past that cart, as well as three or more Highway Patrol characters. It took 24+ hours for someone to move it... and whoever moved it may not have even been a public "servant".
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Of course, none of this surprises me because I know only too well that people don't become cops because they want to move grocery carts out of the road and have abandoned cars towed. They become cops because they want to be involved in high-speed chases and kick front doors down.
The next time a proposition on your ballot is asking you to tax yourself even deeper in order to put more cops on the street, remember these things and... "Just vote NO!"
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DON’T THROW THE BABY OUT WITH THE BATH WATER
A bit of advice: Don’t kill the family dog by shooting its fleas.

And speaking of families . . .

A FAMILY-ORIENTED BLOG
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