WELFARE JIHAD

Last week the news of brothers Tsarnaev living on the government teat sent many here in this country reeling with confusion, hurt feelings and anger. The Boston Herald summed it up nicely on their cover in big bold print: “What Nerve.”

What nerve you say? How dare they you say? How can they take our money and then turn right around and hate us for giving it to them? The unexplainable hubris of these two Muslims is easily explainable to those who look far enough into the world of Islam and the ideology that they call a religion. But before I open this Pandora’s Box, I would first invite any liberals reading this to remove your collective heads out of the feel good sandbox, take off the special lenses that produce the make believe world you so ardently defend and if just for a moment, grant yourself freedom of thought, unbridled by indoctrination and fear. Go ahead, we’ll wait………..

Ok. Citizens of the make believe world wholeheartedly believe that welfare is a kind of charity, a feel good offering to the poor, the beleaguered and the down on their lucksters who in turn are gracious for their gifts. It is that belief which allows them to go about their lives with a sense of selfless contribution and freedom from the burden of guilt.

For the rest of us, we know that welfare bestows entitlement, not charity and the result is always resentment, not gratitude. We also know that Democrats nurture this resentment as a means of cultivating constituents by offering them a pittance here and there until the next election cycle, however; the welfare class do not, generally speaking go out and bomb people to smithereens because of it.

We are talking about something completely different here and we must look at this phenomenon from another viewpoint to come to some reasonable understanding of why the Tsarnaev brothers did what they did. Are you Ready Libs? Enter Allah.

Allah has promised Muslims the world, not a welfare check. The welfare money collected here in America and in countries all over the world by increasing hordes of Muslims is nothing more to them then an act of contrition by the infidels and a payment of shame upon us to Allah’s children. A look into Islamic jurisprudence and history reveals that wealth is to be redistributed by non-Muslims to Muslims in the form of forced payments called jizyah. This is illustrated quite literally in the Quran, Surah 9:29:

            “Fight against those who believe not in Allah, nor in the last day,

             Nor forbid that which has been forbidden by Allah and His Messenger,

             And those who acknowledge not the religion of truth (Islam) among

             The people of the scripture (Jews and Christians) until they pay the jizyah

             With willing submission, and feel themselves subdued.”

Taking jizyah from non-Muslims is closely aligned with jihad and has been going on throughout history in the aftermaths of Islamic conquest. It is designed to rob and humiliate Christians and Jews. There is no gratitude involved here. Muslims believe it is only right and natural that non-Muslims provide payment to help finance jihad. Every country on earth that has been providing welfare to Muslims has been helping to finance jihad against themselves, including the United States. Muslims have all but taken over France, setting up large Muslim communities, taking huge amounts of welfare money and almost completely ignoring French law, setting up their own Sharia type courts of justice while living off French taxpayers. Muslim Cleric Anjem Choudary collects roughly $40,000 annually in benefits from the British government and explains exactly how he feels about Muslims taking welfare money. He calls it “Jihadi allowance”. “We are Jihad Seekers Allowance; we take the jizya which is ours anyway.” He ridicules English people and claims some of the greatest Muslims rarely worked at all; they were “busy with jihad and things like that.”

So how should we feel about all this? Should we continue rolling along, blindly acting appalled each and every time they “have the nerve” to do this to us after all that we have done for them? Is the potion of political correctness intoxicating enough to allow ourselves to ignore the true nature of things in order to “feel good” until the next bomb blast? Does living in the realm of make believe become strained when your special lens and both your legs are blown off?

The true state of Muslim ideology, re-confirmed time after time with every tragic event, should act as a defibrillator shocking us from our unconscious state of perpetual denial into the stark reality of our situation; and our situation is this: Our out of control and reckless welfare and immigration policies are doing far more harm than good and we are financing our own demise. Even France has recently figured this out and in a desperate effort to save its very existence has slashed welfare payments to incoming and returning immigrants by 83%. I suggest we do the same thing here, lest we become victims to self financed Islamic terrorism once again. And make no mistake; it will happen again.

We will be the recipients of jihad in all its forms until we (the infidels) are subdued. If we are never subdued, jihads will always be a threat. If we continue to finance our own destruction we will behave just as the Quran predicted we would and we risk being subdued for good. And jihads come in many disguises. How would a closet Muslim, looking to wage jihad against Christian culture, western freedoms and personal success go about it? He might demonize personal accomplishment, levy multitudes of taxes to redistribute wealth, pit race against race, male against female, strip other religions of their personal choices, disarm the citizenry, refer to terrorism as workplace violence, ruin the country’s finances, weaken its defenses and foment discontent everywhere in order to foster a target rich environment for those who wish to take their jizyah.

France figured it out. Will we?

HOW THE LEFT ABORTS HUMANITY

Who among us can keep from obsessing over this firestorm news event. The atrocities and acts of bloody horror are nauseating and gut wrenching to be sure. One of the most tragic and despicable events in recent history is unfolding right under our noses and the nation is positively riveted to the daily storyline as the nightmarish events unfurl. The uproar of anger and repulsion as a result of the saturation coverage by the media has every American asking questions and demanding answers. And no......I am not talking about the Boston Marathon bombing.

What’s that?  You mean to tell me you don’t what the hell I’m talking about? I’m so sorry, I thought for a minute there that a ghoulish doctor who ran a baby butchering clinic and was on trial for murder would generate some serious media coverage, what with there feverish obsession with sensationalism and gore porn, but I was wrong. I guess reporting on a story easily worthy of national, if not world wide coverage is not quite so easy for the leftist media when the subject matter endangers and compromises their fierce, militant, extreme abortion agenda.

The former soviet style media currently in practice today in America spare no effort in their reporting of the unmitigated horror of firearms being sold without background checks, and are even able to muster up the gumption to obsess over the comical and totally farcsical life events of such significant people like Justin Beiber or Jay Z and Beyonce, yet can’t seem to find the time to relate the story of a murderous abortion clinic doctor named Kermit Gosnell, as close to a demonic presence as anything this country will ever see. Gosnell killed countless black babies in filthy conditions, plugged up the building’s plumbing with aborted fetuses, kept body parts in jars and orange juice boxes and murdered an adult female, a crime for which he is currently on trial in Pennsylvannia. The trial was almost a month old before the network blackout finally ended.

Until a couple days ago, it was given media silence. The exposure of such horrific conduct on the part of an abortion operation might damage the reputation of the abortion complex and further impugn the integrity that they actually believe they have. It was only the non stop shaming of the Obama run media complex by legitimate journalists and ombudsmans that caused the leftists to convulse and congeal at their own disgusting behavior and reluctantly report the story.

Gosnell is facing the death penalty after killing 41 year old patient Karnamaya Mongar and murdering seven babies born alive in botched abortions. A search of Gosnell’s shop of horrors revealed jars filled with baby feet, photos of female genetalia and severed heads of aborted fetuses. The offices where Gosnell performed his proud pro-choice Obama supported killings had vomit, urine, rivers of blood and infant cadavers lying around in the open. Gosnell would severe the spinal cords of a living baby or scorch it to death in the womb of the mother with saline. Gosnell’s trial is going on right now and the liberal media almost succeeded in keeping it a secret from the citizens of this country. Fortunately they failed.

And why is the emperor so silent on this matter? He most certainly saw the pictures of massacred babies, all of them minorities. Is it because none other then Barrack Hussein Obama himself  once said that the caring for a child born alive in a botched abortion undermines the “original intent” of the abortion. Yup…it  was also Obama who voted against the Born Alive Infants Protection Act as an Illinois Senator. He kills em like he sees em. So it is highly unlikely you will  ever see the emperor initiate some teary eyed Sandy Hook-type memorial service for the butchered infants whose frail remains were jammed into a cookie jar in Gosnell’s freezer. Those babies will never have a chance to grow up to look like Obama’s pretend son, Trayvon Martin.

Liberals failed to speak up about this atrocity and the trial because these decrepit souls from hell most likely kept a secret admiration for Kermit Gosnell. Gosnell epitomizes the post abortion rights mentality of the left.  And Gosnell, like progressive liberals, discovered the fine art of nomenclature manipulation to ease his own burdens. He found it much easier to downplay the horror of squirming babies dropping into toilets by calling them “precipitations” and he referred to the brutal act of severing spinal cords as “ensuring fetal demise.”

Abortion advocates know how much damage this story does. The more people understand what is being done, the more this country is revolted. So they censor the news from the masses, the uneducated, the easy-to-command types who cling to their God and their guns. Additionally, the left would have to be more hypocritical then they normally are (if that is even possible) to openly condemn Gosnell’s actions when their lord and savior Obama insists on funneling millions of tax payer dollars into the coffers of Planned Parenthood, who recently came out and supported the act of killing a living, breathing infant outside the mother’s womb, after a failed abortion, if the mother and doctor agreed it would be in “her best interests.”  Move over God, Planned Parenthood and Obama want your job.

In the last two days, on the heels of forced news coverage by the left, the public is finally getting a taste for the hard truth that is the process of abortion. With news of woman and babies dying on blood stained examining tables covered with cat hair, the left did their best to feign shock and dismay at the Gosnell story, even though they went out of their way to conceal the whole sordid event from the very beginning. It should not matter whether you are pro or anti-abortion. You should find the media conduct here totally disgusting.

What happened at 3801 Lancaster Avenue in West Philadelphia is nothing short of federally funded feticide. Gosnell’s hideous sub-human conduct was purposely covered up by the media and supported by Obama. The same low life that uses the parents of the massacred children from Newtown to promote his political agenda is the same low life that supports killing these kids before they can even get to elementary school. 

PRODIGAL SUM

Legendary sound bite artist and noted economist Nancy Pelosi fired off one of her Wallapelosi’s again during a recent Fox News Sunday interview. Nanner coughed up a hair ball of fiscal denialism this last weekend by declaring that our nation’s dire fiscal situation is a revenue problem and not a spending problem, as those nasty conservatives keep insisting. The most important factor, according to Nanner is this country’s “priorities” you see, and this country’s priority, according to the high priestess of hilarity is revenue. Make sense? We just need more revenue. Nanner knows from experience that more money coming in eliminates any of the problems associated with spending it. Got it? Remember, an alcoholic doesn’t have a problem drinking, he has a drinking problem. According to this new “Pelosi Paradigm” our nation doesn’t have a problem with the “deficit in the budget”; it just has a “budget deficit problem.”

To be fair to Pelosi, she is not the only Dem trying to unseat Joe Biden for marble headed prominence. House Democrat Lenny Stoyer proved that he to can wax stupid just like his female colleague when provoked. When asked by a CNBC news anchor if the country has a spending problem, Stoyer responded, “Does the country have a spending problem? The country has a paying –for problem.”

 The cream sure rises to the top in politics.

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I have a question. Many people are becoming childlike in their dependence on the government. The political left has purposely exacerbated this sad situation by forwarding the notion that if something is deemed to be good, then the benevolent government should provide it for us. Like contraception for example. If contraception for females is now considered a right because it protects them from getting pregnant and the government (you and me) now pay for it, then shouldn’t that same government be required to provide a firearm, free of charge to females in order that they may protect themselves from rape? Females obviously have a positive right to be free of sexual assault just as much or more then their right to unrestricted gubmint funded sack attacks do they not? I’m just sayin…….Pick your poison libs……

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Psycho fugitive cop killer and former LAPD Officer Chris Dorner made it very clear in his written manifesto that he was a loyal Obama subject, loved the whole concept of gun control and idolized many of today’s current liberal media personalities such a Piers Morgan and cable networks such as MSNBC and CNN. In a fantastic bit of coincidence….These same networks and other liberal news agencies and personalities have managed to completely ignore this aspect of the story all together. And yes Gabby Gifford; these are the very same despicably dishonest and hypocritical reporters that aggressively attempt to falsely label any nut job that goes on a killing spree as a right wing conspirator with ties to the Tea Party or conservative ideals and they will go about it without a single sliver of verifiable information to support their statements. How do these “reporters” get so insidiously dishonorable? Do they offer course instruction in shameless dishonesty in Journalism school? How do people become this ethically vacant? I can only assume that they are cut from the same cloth as those Face Bookers who were supporting Dorner in his cop killing quest.

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On February 5^th, the “Reverend” Al Sharpton made an appearance in a “Lean Forward” advertisement for the ultra liberal cable network MSNBC, which also happens to be his employer. During the ad he recited a part of the Pledge of Allegiance and purposefully omitted the word “God.” He did however remember to include gays and lesbians in his call for one nation, under UUHH, indivisible, with Liberty and Justice for all. Sharpton claims to have given his first Christian sermon at the age of nine but apparently can’t bring himself to mention God in the company of African-Americans, Latinos, lesbians and gays…..as he so eloquently listed them in his orate. Sharpton has always been a mouthy moron and a lifelong racist agitator. He can now add blasphemy to his resume.

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Obama and his Bloviating bag full of vacuous crap sure whipped up a crowd of libs into a feverish undulating blob of progressive euphoria during the SOTUS. Remember, the most important aspect of this man’s presidency is posing as a great savior while doing absolutely nothing to lead the country. His greatest moments are in front of a teleprompter and a crowd of adoring subjects. Outside of that he is a sad, contemptuous, ego maniacal loner with a God complex. I will say it so you can act shocked and still entertain plausible deniability……….I firmly believe history will one day compare this person to a ruler who to once hypnotized large audiences with his profound oration, centralized all power into his hands and eliminated opposition through divisiveness and class warfare. Unlike our ruler however, this Chancellor; this published author; this talented artist actually restored economic stability and eliminated high unemployment in the country he led. He was also a psychotic, paranoid mass murderer with visions of world dominance but hey, lets be fair; Barry still has another 4 years and some pretty cool drones. History will rightfully hold the leader of the Third Reich in contempt forever. Fortunately for Hussein, the constitution provides for a maximum of two four year terms of office for the presidency. It is oddly ironic that for a man who loathes our founding values which are cemented into this great document, it may be one of it’s amendments that saves him from an ugly legacy.   

HOJJ AND THE GATES OF HELL--CONCLUSION

The walls of HOJJ were the keepers of secrets. Only those who delved in her realm knew that there were really fifteen floors in the Hall of Justice and not fourteen as was commonly believed. This was but one of many little known secrets kept locked away from those who visited but for those who worked in this grand edifice those secrets represented what some believed was a bond of honor and mutual protection between its historical legacy and the people who worked there. And on that dreadful morning of Oct 1, 1987, trapped in my own gated hell of a predicament, another of its secrets would be revealed………

The gates were rocking more violently then ever. The inmates were feverishly pushing and pulling the crash gates in a rhythmic motion that caused the rocker arm of the locking mechanism to rise and fall with each motion. If the arm lifted high enough it would clear the thick steel catch bar and allow the gate to slide freely. The inside gate seemed to have the strongest and most motivated group of convicts and it appeared the first breach would be from that gate. I barked out every conceivable threat/ ploy I could think of  in a last ditch attempt to regain some level of control but that ship had sailed and all that was left to do was wait for the first gate to open and see what happened. I had every intention of throwing the keys down an elevator shaft as soon as the first gate opened anyway and I told then as much, but the momentum of the moment carried too much velocity and they were determined to get in. I looked for any conceivable place to defend myself should the crazed lunatics follow through on their threats. There was nowhere to go and no place to hide.

My thoughts flashed briefly to my family which almost immediately evoked intense anger and resentment. I resented being put in this situation by a bunch of losers and scumballs. If Mother Nature shook me to my grave then so be it, that’s the way the building crumbles…..so to speak….. But no band of murdering, raping, thieving turd bags were going to have the satisfaction. I was going to test their resolve.      

I took my belt off and latched my handcuffs to the end buckle. That and a five cell Maglite flashlight were my only weapons of defense which were absurdly inadequate considering the situation, but I didn’t care; F—k these A- holes. I reached down to pick up my radio off the floor at the very moment urgent traffic came crackling out.

“Kitchen Gate- ERT 2…….obtain cover. Kitchen Gate- ERT 2…take cover now!”

I didn’t see or hear anyone in the area but I knew enough to do what I was told. I backed into the same corner where the priest and female had been earlier. Some of the inmates looked at me with a sense of urgent suspicion and they began rotating their heads left and right toward the 25 and 50 stairwells (designated by their location in the building). At that moment a small aftershock made a crashing sound from the rear of the kitchen area; I could not see around the wall where I was crouching but what I experienced was a short moment of suspended silence followed immediately by the unmistakable sounds of bodies hitting walls, batons hitting bones and loud bold voices issuing instructions. I realized this particular aftershock was man made. Help had arrived as promised and it came in the form of ERT-2(Emergency Response Team 2…of which I had been a member).

Inmates fled in all directions, attempting to fold themselves back into the anonymity of the crowd. As soon as ERT -2 had emerged from the rear of the kitchen area, another response team came pouring out of the 25 stairwell effectively surrounding all the involved inmates, leaving them nowhere to go. In less then a minute, 50 plus inmates were flex cuffed and laying on the concrete floors outside the crash gates. Many were bleeding; but most were just whining and proclaiming their innocence.

As soon as the area was secured I unlocked the crash gates and opened the supply closet. There were still only two people in there and both were ok. Three nurses appeared from the rear of the kitchen area, just like ERT-2 and took the female away on a gurney (she delivered that night). The priest looked frail and complained of chest pains and was taken to a medical triage location for further examination, but was otherwise ok. One of my good friends and ERT-2 team mate Rob came up to me, pulled his protective shield up from his face, started laughing and causally quipped, “Geezuus Mike…some people will do anything to get out of working the Kitchen gate!”

I shook my head and looked back in the direction of the kitchen area. As far as I knew there was no way to reach the fifteenth floor from the kitchen side of the building. ERT-2 and the med staff seemingly came out of nowhere. I asked Rob how they got up here. He replied, “The grey lady (HOJJ) divulged one of her secrets today just to save your sorry behind, and several others downstairs.” It turns out…the response teams had been making their way up the floors all morning, in relative radio silence, taking care of problems and getting help where it was needed. Radio silence was necessary so inmates could not listen to conversations about tactical movements. Ear pieces were not a part of our equipment in the 80’s. They are now.

Now about the grey lady’s secret.

Long ago, during HOJJ’s construction period, a secret stairwell was built on the northwest corner of the building. It was used for years during the 1930’s through 50’s by people who needed freedom of movement without being noticed (I’ll let your imagination do the rest). When it was no longer needed, the stairwell doors leading out were locked tight and sealed shut in order to maintain security. The stairwell was never included in floor plans for training purposes and few knew of its existence at all. Its exit doors had been well hidden and its door locks used special keys. HOJJ you naughty girl.

Midnight came and I was released to go home. I reunited with my family and we talked about the events of the day. I would later receive a commendation for bravery, or going above and beyond, or best acting role in faking courage, I can’t remember.

HOJJ did us proud that day. We were told later that the building was actually built atop giant rollers in the foundation which is why it swayed so violently yet did not collapse. Unfortunately, the Northridge Earthquake in 1994 finished her off and HOJJ was closed for good. The jail that time forgot was no more.

A 200 million dollar renovation project has been recently initiated to re-open the Hall of Justice sometime in 2014.  If you’re ever unfortunate enough to be in Los Angeles and have an hour or two to kill….pay a visit to the grey lady; and tell her Mike says hi……….and thanks.  

  

HOJJ AND THE GATES OF HELL--PART 2

The Los Angeles area had just been struck by a high magnitude earthquake. The Hall of Justice Jail had 2,000 inmates and 50 deputies stranded on the top seven floors. Floors 1 through 7 had been evacuated and a command post had been hastily thrown together across the street at the Superior courthouse. The aftershocks were nearly as violent as the main earthquake and we were reminded every fifteen to twenty minutes that we could turn into a Tower of Terror ride at any time. After an emergency roll we were informed that there would be no evacuation of inmates or deputies from the facility. Each area of the facility was asked to give a brief description of their situation when called on the radio. Many were stranded in dangerous places, some had injuries that required immediate attention and still others had inmate control issues that required additional resources. I had no injuries, no security issues at the moment, a very pregnant female and God’s right hand man. I was advised that my location was determined to be a low priority and I was to maintain security at all costs and update only if the situation changed.

The situation changed.

A civilian Kitchen Officer found his way to the crash gates and informed me in a low tone that he had a television in his office and it was working. Inmates hear very well when it benefits them and a dozen of them immediately bum rushed the office. At that very moment a news station was showing footage of deputies fleeing Men’s Central Jail about two miles away from our location. The reporter was making insinuations that the deputies were leaving the facility and abandoning the inmates. Within seconds I heard the sound of anger approaching the kitchen area and before I could figure out what was happening all hell broke loose.

Dozens of hysterical, furious felons, armed with kitchen knives of every conceivable type forced themselves up against the crash gates on both sides and told me they just saw all the deputies leaving inmates to die and they wanted me to open the gates so they could save their own lives by climbing down the elevator shafts. They initially tried to use diplomacy with me, promising to stay just outside the building until it was safe to go back. When that didn’t pan out for them, they quickly resulted to their state of nature and began brandishing the knives at me. Ironically, I had been the one who handed them those very knives only about an hour and half earlier. I did not take the time to enjoy the irony however because some of alpha male inmates were stepping forward and looking me straight in the eye with a, “we will kill you if we have to” look. I can still to this day bring that moment back with crystal clarity. My first shift at this notoriously crappy turn key job assignment had devolved into a potentially deadly situation in not one, but two different ways. This was not covered in the academy!

 I was only two years into my promising law enforcement career. I had a beautiful wife and our first child. I wanted to see my family again yet I wanted to do my job; and my job was to maintain security. I had also two civilians to protect and one of them decided that it was time to go into labor.

I initiated an emergency broadcast advising the command post that inmates were considering a mass escape attempt and my female civilian was having severe contractions and may be getting ready to deliver a baby. I couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of my mouth. Really? Is this really happening! I waited for several seconds for a return to my broadcast. Silence. At that moment it occurred to me that the radio had been silent for a quite a few minutes.  I conducted one follow up radio check without response and then broke into a profanity laced medley at the top of my lungs. The battery had died!

The inmates eventually ran out of patience when they realized I was not going to open the crash gates. They gave me my last warning and announced in no uncertain terms that they were coming in whether I opened the gates or not and I was now as good as dead. I corralled the female and the priest and shoved then into the supply closet that used to be full of knives and locked then in with my keys. I decided I would throw the entire key set down an elevator shaft if the inmates got to me so at least the civilians would be safe.  I reached into my duffle bag and grabbed a spare radio battery. The inmates started a coordinated rocking motion of the gates in hopes of pulling the locking arm free. Some of the inmates were yelling at me at the top of their lungs and others were vigorously pleading. It looked like the gates were starting to give way.

My next broadcast was made with a sense of urgency that left no doubt that I was in trouble and the command post response was immediate. I advised that I needed immediate emergency medical for a female in labor and if you could send a small army up here too that would be great because the inmates are now rioting and attempting to breach the kitchen gate by force and escape en masse; and maybe cut me to ribbons in the process.

They assured me help was on its way…………..

HOJJ AND THE GATES OF HELL --PART 1

0500 hours: October 1^st, 1987. Los Angeles. I kissed the wife, hugged my two year old son and drove to work that morning like I did every other morning over the previous 2 years, as a young strapping Los Angeles County Deputy Sheriff assigned to the Hall of Justice Jail in downtown LA. The Hall of Justice, built in 1925, was an imposing structure. Concrete, granite and steel, along with its grey exterior and ornate interior conveyed a sense of justice and importance. Floors 8 through 15 housed 2,000 of the most vicious, unrepentant, violent and high security criminals in the county. HOJJ had been featured on such shows as Dragnet, Perry Mason, Get Smart and Cagney and Lacy. Charles Manson and Sirhan Sirhan resided there. Eighty percent of the inmate population was on trial for murder. The HOJJ was the epitome of a true maximum security facility and all who worked and lived there knew it simply as the, “Jail that time forgot.”

0620 hours: Day shift briefing concluded and I took one of the service elevators to the 15^th floor to start my shift as the “Kitchen Gate Officer”. The Kitchen gate area was a traffic hub for employees and service satff for movement around the jail. It was a busy place; One that required a deputy sheriff. Every deputy was required to rotate through the KGO assignment, primarily because it was not considered a pleasant place to work and nobody ever volunteered to do it. Nobody. The month of October was my turn.

The Kitchen Gate Officer had one very important job; that job was to Lock and unlock the security gates that provided go through access for inmates going to and from the kitchen and other areas of the 15^th floor. Three different elevators arrived in the Kitchen gate area dozens of times throughout the day and each time the KGO had to personally close the security gates(also called the dead line crash gates) to lock inmates out and then unlock the elevator gates to allow personnel in and out of the elevators, while maintaining the highest level of security. It was considered the most tempting location in this maximum security facility for anyone who might attempt a brazen escape because two of the elevators travelled below the jail floors and exited into the unsecured Lobby of the building. It was the Achilles heel of the facility and the KGO was the one holding the keys to freedom for hundreds of potential escapees. Working the KGO position sucked by any definition of the word and nobody wanted to be the one working there the day somebody attempted to escape. This would be my first day. I had no idea that this day would live with me forever.

0735 hours: A pregnant female civilian was escorted by deputies to the kitchen gate area and left under my supervision/protection while she waited for an elevator. She was a diminutive black woman with whom I had frequent contact and had developed a friendly rapport. From prior inquiries to her about the status of her gestation I knew that she was getting ready to bear child soon. We were joined by an elderly priest who was dropped off into my care just moments later by another two man deputy team. I also knew this man of the cloth from several prior encounters. (So this priest, a pregnant woman and a cop walk into a bar………..) Anyway back to the story.

0742 hours: After a couple of minutes exchanging pleasantries with my new company, I noticed the first of two elevator alarm lights go red. This was my first warning that an elevator was approaching and I needed to secure the kitchen gate area before it arrived. I closed the first deadline blast gate and walked across to secure the other when the concrete floor below me disappeared.

I landed on the floor with a bone jarring thud and heard the unmistakable high pitched sound of a female screaming. I was dazed and off balance. The concrete seemed to be flowing back and forth under my body like the fluid in a lava lamp and I could sense the horrifying reality that the entire building was swaying back and forth! I tried twice to get back on my feet but was immediately sent crashing back to the concrete each time. Chaos ensued. I began crawling toward the second crash gate in order to close it. I wasn’t thinking with any real clarity for several seconds initially but instinct told me that I better close that gate before I contemplate anymore about what was happening. And what was happening became frighteningly apparent in an instant.

October 1^st, 1987 at 0742 hours was the precise moment the Whittier Narrows earthquake struck the Los Angeles basin.

I barely managed to close the 5,000 pound gate. I was locked into an area with a very pregnant woman and an elderly priest. I began to take account of the situation while listening to the chaotic radio traffic on my portable sheriff’s radio. There was damage everywhere in the building and countless people were injured and in need of medical care. Telephone lines were down. The elevator shafts had warped and trapped people inside them, suspended between floors. I could hear frantic people screaming for help in the elevator shaft. Inmates began forming into large groups outside the crash gates, confused and scared to death about what was occurring. Everyone was looking at me; the inmates, the priest and the woman……….who was frozen in a state of primordial fear.

When the building finally resumed its composure and everything that was going to collapse, fall or break had done so, I checked on the priest and the woman, both of whom had backed themselves into a corner area as if it was somehow safer there. The elderly priest was trying to remain calm but his shaking betrayed his demeanor. The woman was taking big gulps of air and trying to calm herself down but it was apparent that she, the priest and I all shared the same horrific understanding. We were at the very top of a 60 year old concrete artifact of a building. The fear that the building may suddenly drop out from underneath our feet and kill us all in the most gruesome way was excruciatingly real and I discovered a new appeciation for the fear that is is the horrific uncertainty generated when one is faced with the potentially immediate conclusion of ones own life. it was a feeling of helplessness heretofore never realized in my life to that point. Order, routine and process had in a split second been replaced with pandemonium and utter chaos.

I knew my wife was enroute to college and my son was in a daycare near ground zero when the event began. Were they hurt? Were they killed? Are they okay? I could not communicate with anyone and they could not communicate with me. Cell phones did not exist yet. The land lines were down. The radio was all I had and it was for emergency traffic only. I could not know if my family had met with tragedy and the fear took on an almost surreal feeling. People were hurt, people were dying and I was about to experience a life changing scenario that played itself out in different forms all over the Los Angeles area.

 And the day was just beginning………………. 

THE VERACITY OF VERNACULAR

It has been tough watching in silence as the media and Oblabber mouth shove fabrications down our throats about the heinous nature of “assault weapons.” This phrase, no doubt made up some time ago by progressives to affectively demonize guns, is just another example of their tried and true nomenclature readjustment program. Strictly speaking, there is no such thing as an assault weapon and there is no greater faux force in the world of political posturing then the “straw audience” created by the secular progressives as a result of their long time habit of linguistic re-labeling. Progressivism, despite its dismal record of total failure, seems to thrive among the elitist left crowd who take full advantage of their selective use of language to denigrate, distort and subvert the actual ideas of its designates.

Progressive masterminds have formulated wordage into a weapon of deceit and a powerful tool for distraction and destruction of long valued ideas and notions. It may be their only weapon, but it has proven to be a worthy one of significant value. They know full well that any gun can be used to assault, just as any gun can be used for self defense. The word “assault” carries with it a negative and violent connotation and the secular progressives take full advantage. But try to rectify this misunderstanding by going person and to person and you will discover it is a lot like collecting leaves with tweezers in a wind storm. Progressive sell the words and not the intent. They bank on this straw audience to create doubt in the minds of minimally equipped folk, knowing the work required to correct their deception will be onerous.

Progressives subvert and destroy intelligible good with their bass ackwards labels and phrases, and they have been doing it for some time. How did an illegal alien suddenly become “an undocumented worker?” Because progressives concluded that by changing the label they could change the perception, irrespective of any evidence that an alien has done any work at all. Throw in conspiratorial support from the Politburo and viola; illegal alien becomes hate speech and those who live in this country in violation of the law are simply without documents. 

This week progressives are celebrating 40 years of Roe V. Wade and the wholesale slaughter of one’s own child for the sake of convenience and in lieu of personal responsibility. But the word “abortion” is out of play now…..it’s “Woman's health.” Once again the progressives have conjured up a phrase that can be used as a weapon against intolerance of their ideals while sowing the seeds of division between themselves and pro-lifers. The organization that oversees these killings is called “Planned Parenthood”. Doesn’t that just feel good? It makes total sense to plan your parenthood after the fact does it not? Good thing skydivers don't plan their jumps that way. The "woman's health" issue(abortion) is now defined by the progressives as a woman's rights issue, and those who feel differently are hostile toward woman.   

When a deranged maniac goes out and shoots people so he can be the center of the media world for awhile…the progressives denounce the incident as “gun violence.” Progressives know personal responsibility and cultural accountability require a moral foundation and a bit of character and they will have none of it. The phrase "gun violence" successfully removes those decent human elements from the equation and effectively blames the lifeless, inanimate metal object for all the horror and tragedy caused by the person using it, and at the same time whips up the liberal gun haters into a frothy lather as they continue their efforts to disarm the entire nation.

California’s progressive and aggressive “food stamp” program, part of the federal SNAP program (Supplemental Nutrition Assistance Program) has taken liberal talk walk to another level by proudly announcing and advertising (with your money) that the program formerly known as food stamps is now called “ California Fresh.” For progressives, this effectively eliminates any lingering negative stigma associated with the term food stamps. Come one…Come all….it’s California Fresh and its here for all who are afflicted with “low income.” You can listen to the barkers on the radio today drumming up more dependency for their lord and savior Obama by playing out a skit using a little girl’s voice and her daddy making the family dinner using California Fresh. It’s a progressives dream.

Ever heard of Section 8 housing? Well not any more. This was the federal code that provided government assistance to low income “families” to promote “economically mixed” housing. Progressives opined that “Section 8” was too cold and heartless a term, one that did not adequately represent their “vision” of total government dependency and control by a centralized and benevolent authority.  The new name is now the “Federal Housing Choice” program. Now when your new neighbors move in next door, have no jobs and never seem to leave the house, you will know that they simply made a “housing choice” to live in your neighborhood and your paying their rent! You will of course be required to continue making your mortgage payment as well and progressives’ thank you for paying your fair share.

Words in the hands of progressive Democrats are weapons of mass destruction. The Republican Party should be standing nose to nose with these degenerate punks and calling them out each time they pony up another series of linguistic snot ropes that serve no one but their own smallness. But considering the weak and feeble nature of the current Repubs and their own selfish agendas, that may be too much to ask.

The next four years will be a challenging period for principled Americans. The emperor has all but recited the communist manifesto during his recent speech and now makes no further pretenses about his leftist, socialist agenda. We are not however required to tolerate any of it. We are Americans.  Let us not be reduced to collectivist drones. Verbally challenge their illusory language and sinister syntax. Stand up and call out each instance of socialist name changing and relabeling by progressive degenerates and hold their hands to the fire. They don’t like that…..it reminds them of home.    

SO YOU WANT TO BE A SOCIALIST

A little over half of the registered voters in this once great nation successfully re-elected a socialist egomaniac and in doing so, clearly professed their burning desire to live the Utopian life of a socialist. These same voters have been described, by virtue of their performance during the last election, as “low information voters.” I have a few select words to describe these same derelict dandies but I shall direct my focus today on helping these new American socialists in order that they may fully appreciate the fruits of their electoral efforts. For my freedom loving American friends, power down and go do something useful. For my new socialist friends, I offer, “So you want to be a Socialist.”

You voted for Obama. You bought his rhetoric hook, line and sinker and now you are quivering with excitement at the thought of delving into the Hollywood lifestyle of a socialist. But before this party of a lifetime begins there are a few tidbits if information you will need to know. The first thing you need to understand in order to be a functioning socialist is that it can only be achieved through a certain sequence of steps and manipulation. For example, the only way to obtain material equality that is such a sexy concept to a socialist is to confiscate someone else’s property and give it to others. And as a newly crowned socialist you realize of course this includes others confiscating your property as well. Remember comrade, unless you have absolutely nothing, you are subject to the ass end of you new redistributive ideology.

As a proud socialist, you obviously cherish the power of collectivism, but do you understand that once you have unleashed this power you have limited yourself to only two options? You can either be the one who is controlling the herd of sheeple or be trampled underfoot by the ones who are. Where do you think you will end up in this wonderful organizational chart? If you do find yourself in the Utopian crowd you will be politely asked by the merciful controllers to declare your obedience to a fictional society that takes the place of reality. This will happen whether you like it or not and by whichever means necessary for the “collective good”.

If you are passionately determined to embrace all that is socialist, then you understand that in addition to having your money and property taken from you without being asked to give it freely, you will also be expected to praise the takers as your saviors. You will be required to feel good about losing all your opportunities, being robbed of your personal talents, and being scorned for your successes. It is very important that you sincerely believe that those who are trying to protect you from these thieves are really your enemy and deserve to be annihilated.

Your participation in the socialist Utopia and the accompanying grand illusion requires that you actively support and engage with the media, education and entertainment industries as apart of a coordinated, long-term propaganda campaign. When your illusion reaches critical mass, all those like you who are so afflicted will then become immune to facts, numbers or rational arguments. From this point forward, you will respond to logic with resentment, name calling and maybe even violence.

It is this perception of a relentless struggle with the opposition that you now must interpret as permanent and persuasive if you are truly committed to the socialist lifestyle. You must believe that the capitalists are holding you hostage and only the great savior can prevent imminent disaster.

Always remember, my socialist friend, that your new system of governance requires complete compliance. There can be no dissenters. Dissent leads to malfunctions, causing fractured stability for all those in the care of the state. The all knowing, wise leader will then be forced to suppress the dissenters, thereby resulting in an oppressive totalitarian form of government. Please keep in mind this is all for the collective good and their actions will free your soul from the demons of individual freedom and personal choice.

Alas comrade, you must also know that there is always a thorn close by when one lives in a Rose bush and the flower of socialism has its own. The dreamy Utopian nirvana that is socialism has an inherent disease with no known cure and the resulting condition will be downright hideous. Socialism can only survive as long as there are enough taxpayers to the support the program. When the time comes that they too get hooked on the dream and stop working, or get tired of wiping your little behind with their hard earned money, or when the system runs out of resources, expect a gruesome, excruciating withdrawal of epic proportions. You will regret foregoing the opportunity to hear the tale of a once powerful nation formerly called the Union of Soviet Socialist Republic.

Your socialist ancestors from the Soviet Union used all the same tools of repression and fear, exercised their power over anyone’s life and death and played the same mind games necessary to coerce the people to feel good about the controlling party. But when the controlling party got a little lazy and relaxed their grip on the media, entertainment and education they lost the ability to control people’s heart and minds and eventually, they lost their moral license and with it, their country.

As this once great country reclines into the deadly comfort of entitlement, victimization, grievance and moral relevancy, you comrade can take assurance that your socialist regime will look after you, feed you, clothe you, house you and relieve you of the ever so burdensome details of living with your previous free will.  You will have it made man………… for awhile.

Dear Freedom loving Americans…..By not having to read this blog today you no doubt saved enough free time to read something of real quality, watch some good football, exercise, drive a gas guzzling car around, clean you guns, cook a great meal or go to church. I won’t tell anyone.

  

HAPPY HOLLANDE DAYS

The country of France has mastered the art of surrendering their nation’s sovereignty over and over throughout history to anyone with little more than a pocket knife and a mean disposition, but the latest invasion into France didn’t require anything more then a dimwitted electorate and now the French government seems to have a big problem brewing that can’t be solved with a white flag. They can’t figure out what to do about the wealthy French citizens who are expatriating to avoid France’s new punitive tax hikes.  The rich in France have noticed that their politicians have a great distaste for the wealth of others and the newly elected socialist president Francois Hollande virtually said as much himself during his recent campaign. Hollande promised his wealth redistributionist constituents that he would tax income over a million Euros a year at 75% if elected and famously quipped, “I don’t like the rich”. His class warfare rhetoric worked in France just as it did for Obama here in America and now the rich in France are bidding their countrymen Adieu.

Some of France’s wealthiest citizens are heading to Belgium, a country ready and willing to reap the benefits of France’s socialist stupidity. England’s Prime Minister David Cameron, whose 50% tax rate is no great bargain, has rolled out the red carpet and been more then willing to poach France’s lost tax revenues. Wealthy French families are now buying luxury properties in England and Cameron’s shrewd marketing is paying big dividends for the Brits.  

This puts the arrogant and floofy headed French in a bit of a squeeze as Europe’s newest and hippest progressive socialist regime.  It may be quite difficult for the French to convince the rest of the world, with a straight face, that their new tax the makers, appease the takers government is a success when the successful want absolutely nothing to do with it. It’s certainly no coincidence that those who would be required to finance this Utopian redistribution of wealth are not going to support its implementation.

It was British philosopher John Locke who observed that natural laws exist, independent of any government system that provides for an individual’s right not only to life and liberty, but also to property, which are the fruits of a person’s labor and enterprise.  The perplexing problem with this stems from the odd human condition that causes one to respect property rights primarily when that property is their own that is targeted for seizure. A liberal progressive protester who has his/her wallet stolen by a homeless person so he can subsidize his lifestyle might consider that act a crime and cry foul, but if that homeless person has his lifestyle subsidized by someone else’s wallet stemming from some government run entitlement program, then they would most likely consider that necessary and noble. It feels much better to a progressive liberal when the money is first laundered through an ineffective, inefficient government process and dispensed with a feeling of goodwill and charity. 

It is this flaw that has given socialism a 0% success rate. It has and will always fail. Humans will always resist anyone’s attempt to take their property beyond what they are already willing to give. This is the very foundation of the social contract between a free man and a just government. When that government seeks to violate that contract and goes about seizing that man’s property without his consent, then he has the right to exercise his liberty and seek another contract with a new government either by revolution or, as is the case in France, expatriation. The French find the whole fighting for freedom thing to be rather base you see, more of an uncouth western tendency.

The left wing socialists in France have responded to the wealthy in exactly the same way they handle all conflict arising from their policies; by name calling, character vilification and threats. Some are calling for the French citizenship of those who leave the country to be permanently revoked if they do not pay their ransom to the motherland. With a smaller and smaller redistributive pot of money for the French socialist nanny staters to scoop from, these ransoms could get downright medieval and the French middle class would be the next target in line for the socialist monster to feed on. They could of course simply dispense with this Utopian disaster and regain their senses but I don’t see that happening and they can’t surrender themselves out of this mess.

There is another country; thousands of miles away which, for some bizarre reason is in the process of adopting the same fatally flawed and failed system of government and they are now charting a clear course, with the help of their own low information voters, to a destiny of doom, just like France. You would think they know better.

ARMAGEDDON TIRED OF THIS

So this December 21^st the world will come to a complete and abrupt end. The whole event will last approximately five minutes during which time the earth’s crust will liquefy and the whole of humanity will sink into a molten lava stew that waits beneath. Kiss you’re loved ones, call your parents, say a prayer…..it’s over…………….To quote the Indian commando from the movie Predator, “We’re all gonna die.” Or at least that’s what I’m told.

You see, my soon to be vaporized friends, the Mayan long count calendar, which is responsible in large part for this impending doomsday event, is only calculated to go as far as the 21^st of December 2012, based upon its starting time of 3114 BC. The calendar in question was designed on a 20 base or vigesimal system which scholars indicate was designed to most effectively use a Mayan person’s ten fingers and ten toes, thereby ushering in the first digital age of mathematics!

I certainly don’t want to dilute the special nature of this hideous event for you all but Mayan Mythology actually created four long count calendars, one for each world age that its gods created. We are fortunate enough to be witness to the fourth and final age, or long count calendar, which represents the age of man.  

Now before we all run screaming into the streets I think it’s important to inform my valued readers that the Mayans had calendars for just about everything you can imagine and for as long as you can fathom. Would it comfort you to know that our Mayan ancestors had calendars that calculated periods of time much longer then the fourth age long count? For example;

1 pictun = 20 baktun = 2,880,000 days = 7,885 years. Or better yet;

1 alautun = 20 kinchilton = 23,040,000,000 days = 63 million years.

Put that in your android and smoke it!

A number of the more scholarly interpretations of this calendar phenomenon actually have some level of scientific foundation to support their theories of impending planetary palooza. One such theory suggests that every 24,000 to 26,000 years the solar system and all it planets ebb toward the galactic boundary, causing the sun to emit potentially damaging electromagnetic pulses from solar flares onto the earths surface. These EMPs could have the power to kill off a significant portion of the earth’s population or at the very least cause electrical disruptions that would take years to recover from. According to these scientists we are currently at the 24,000 to 26,000 year mark; give or a take a thousand years.

Another pseudo science based explanation involves the earth’s gravitational field. Approximately every 400,000 years or so the earth’s magnetic field reverses polarity completely, making the South Pole the new North Pole. It is during this transformation that the disruption to the gravitational field causes havoc with the earth’s crust, which I am told is held down primarily by the force of gravity. With no real stable gravitational force in effect, the earth’s crust will fall apart, and either float away or sink into the liquid magma below. Either way this could be a real bummer for us humans. What is not known however is how long this changing polarity takes to complete its rotation. It could be a day, a year or a million years so we may have a little wiggle room there.

Some of the other more fantastic theories zinging through cyberspace involve a Sumerian discovered planet heading toward earth and scheduled to arrive around December 21^st. There are those who believe the planets will come to some kind of special alignment that will cause massive blackouts. For the frayed haired goggle wearing conspiracy theorists out there, December 21^st is the day aliens return from their prior visit to earth and check out how much progress, or lack thereof, we made with all the tools and scientific knowledge they gave us during their first trip 15,000 years ago. Nobody likes to be micro managed. Some believe that the world’s largest particle accelerator in Europe will be turned on this year and create a black hole that will turn earth into a dense blob the size of a basketball. Religious fanatics are convinced that the final battle between good and evil, (not Obama v Romney) or Armageddon is set to go down this year. Many believe, along with Physicists at Berkeley, that we are way overdue for a major catastrophic event and we will all assume room temperature very soon.

I personally don’t have the slightest notion that December 21^st will be anything other then payday Friday and the start of another winter. But it wouldn’t bother me much if it wasn’t. Humans living on this rock have had a tough time of late getting it together and one could make a solid argument that we have worn out our usefulness here. Maybe it is about time for a major earth cleansing event to come along and clean the slate and let another organism have a shot at this crib.

Maybe someday Mother Nature will tire of our petty arrogance and delusions of grandeur and simply bitch slap us off the face of the earth. The Mayan’s have calendars going forward for years. The earth’s magnetic field is fine and solar flares happen all the time. There’s no doomsday planet hurling this way and aliens must have better things to do then to waste gas driving to this side of the universe. The government is probably building the particle accelerator so it will never be finished on time and when it is, it won’t work. I can’t wait for the arrival of Armageddon so I’m sure it will continue to keep me waiting and nothing useful ever comes out of Berkeley so there it is. We just may have to co-exist for awhile longer.

If and when you wake up on the morning of December 21^st, be grateful. Treat it as if you have received a second chance. Make a positive change in some way for yourself or someone around you. Although we humans are magnificent at creating our own drama, use it’s folly as a motivator.

Who knows, maybe we will have a chance at total extermination next year.   

HOLIDAY FUN, SLIGHTLY MUSED

Well the holidays are here in full force and every year it seems to arrive earlier then the year before. Coincidentally, it is also right around this time that my weight scale malfunctions and I can’t figure out why. I know, I know, but look; I try to watch what I eat and yet my eyes just aren’t quick enough. For some mysterious reason my better half starts bringing home foods that I should not be eating and I don’t think it’s accidental and she gets all upset when I tell her that I didn’t say my weight gain was her fault; I just said I was blaming her!

The holidays are a time for social events. Work parties and neighborhood gatherings bring co-workers and friends together to enjoy the art of conversation over cocktails and weenies. It is inevitable that some will over indulge in the spirits and reach the point where they loose the art of conversation but not, unfortunately, their powers of speech. You can always bet there will be some breathy, inebriated neighbor who will lean over too close and spit out some philosophical nonsense like, “did you know Newton stayed up all night puzzling the movement of the sun and then it dawned on him?” Hey good one….Drunks are a constant reminder to me that light travels faster than sound. This is why some people appear bright until you hear them speak.

The holidays also happen to be a staging time for those who are planning their personal improvement goals for the New Year. Some wish to become fit, others want to lose weight and still others dream of overcoming some long held fear. I hear friends say they want to try skydiving but don’t have a parachute. I inform them that they don’t need a parachute to skydive. They only need a parachute to skydive twice.

The holidays are really all about peace and love. I can picture in my mind a world without war, a world without hate. And I can picture us attacking that world because they would never expect it. That’s mean I know, and not in keeping with the holiday theme for sure. Truth is I live in my own little world, they know me here. For the record, I do believe war is bad and I know that war doesn’t determine who is right only who is left.

We all try to forget the material things during the holidays and focus on our souls. We know money can’t buy happiness, but it sure makes misery easier to live with. We can also renew our souls during this season by going to church and celebrating the true meaning of Christmas. I went to church recently and thought about asking God for a bike, but I know he doesn’t work that way. So I stole a bike and asked for forgiveness.

The Holidays are time when we put aside our political differences and respect each others uniqueness. I have even gone so far as to tell my liberal friends that my days of not taking them seriously are coming to a middle. Seriously though…I let them know that I like them. They remind me of when I was young and stupid. I empathize with their condition and even though I don’t quite know what their problem is, I’ll bet it’s hard to pronounce.It is important however not to trivialize or diminish a persons beliefs, especially during the holiday season so when a liberal finishes telling me how they feel about any particular topic I confirm to them that their argument is sound, just sound, lots of sound. I let them know that I would like to agree with them, but then we would both be wrong.

The holidays can be a frantic time and it seems like there is just too much to do all of a sudden. Schedules are disrupted and getting enough rest can be a challenge. That is why I make sure to get at least eight hours of sleep a day. And at least ten at night.

Well folks I’ve had a perfectly wonderful evening, but this wasn’t it. Keep up the holiday spirit and remember to get out there and exercise. My grandmother walks five a day, she’s 97 now and we have no idea where she is! And let’s remember the holidays are a time for hospitality: making your guests feel like they’re at home, even if you wish they were! 

Someday we will all run out of holidays and our time will come when we leave our earthly form behind. For me personally, I want to die peacefully in my sleep, like my grandfather, not screaming and yelling like the passengers in his car!

I can’t quite figure the best way to end this blog. I used to be indecisive. Now I’m not sure.

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What you just read was purposefully filled with phrases called  "paraprosdokians". How many can you find? 

ON THIN ICE

Someone of great wisdom once told me that there was only a paper thin separation between human civility and outright anarchy. Most humans, as is there nature and in times of crisis, can be reduced in an instant to an ethical default state, when we take upon acting solely on our primal instincts as a survival tool and as a reaction to our powerlessness. It can happen at the hands of nature’s brutality, such as hurricane or earthquake, or as a result of man made terror, arising from human’s callous disregard for each other. The resulting conduct is similar regardless and it is during these episodes that we witness mankind in their exposed state of carnal frailty.

Examples of this phenomenon can be found on television nowadays as post apocalyptic survival show seems to be all the rage. “Revolution” and “The Walking Dead” are two popular dramas that both chronicle the lives and struggles of survivors following an epic world changing event. Characters in both shows behave in ways they would never have considered before disaster struck. It is easy to watch the episodes and empathize with the oft violent and vicious behaviors they exhibit because the viewer can see clearly that these people, in the position they are in, have priorities that directly affect their survival; weapons, food, water and shelter. Whoever has those has the power. When power becomes intoxicating, conflict and violence is usually not far behind.

Back here in the real world times are changing. Our country is cut in half ideologically and our leaders are now divisive and contemptuous rather then unifying and courageous. Secessionist movements are cropping up in several states as our recent election gave many the final indicator that our country is going down the drain at the hands of socialists. Disaster and doomsday preparation products and TV shows are increasing and gun sales have skyrocketed since the emperor assumed the throne. Shows demonstrating survival techniques in the wild have become commonplace. Our country is on the verge of a fiscal meltdown and Europe is an economic cesspool. Islamic fundamentalist are infiltrating cultures all over the world and have made strong inroads here and at the White House. Terrorist countries will have nuclear capabilities very soon and we are becoming less equipped to defend ourselves from those who wish to obliterate us. The picture is hard paint with a positive brush stoke.

There are those who evaluate these facts and events with concern and they look at the totality of the picture with a not so subtle alarm. It doesn’t take a great degree of insight to understand that trouble may be ahead. One only needs to watch the riots in Egypt, Syria, Tunisia, Libya and Spain; the military conflict between Israel and the Muslim world; Hurricane Katrina and Sandy, The Whittier Narrows, Northridge and San Francisco Earthquakes; The eruption of Mount St. Helens or the Texas fire inferno; the World Trade Center attack. Bankrupt cities have butchered their law enforcement agencies and crime is running amok. Look at the bizarre, unexplainably violent behavior that surfaced in the shopping malls on Black Friday and its hard to deny that there is a savage living under our skins.  

My friends we have entered into an age where half the citizens of this country expect government to do everything. When catastrophe strikes, they are invariably the ones who will clamor the most for help. They care not that the feds seem to do everything it should not and fails to do everything it should. Look at the last several natural disasters. Government help is always late and never adequate. Let the others rely on them for their survival. We must at least develop a modicum of self sufficiency should our time come and we should keep in mind the glib courtesies of our “civil society” today is but a veneer that barely covers a depravity entrenched deep inside us. Once the parchment thin wall paper of moral obligation is stripped away, self interest, fear and despair awaits the best of us. The Rodney King riots teach that lesson well.

We would all like to think that in a situation in which the stark horrors of survival were thrust upon us that we would act selflessly and rise above the masses. I have had the opportunity during the course of my career to witness a wide variety of human reactions to crisis, horror, chaos and violence, including my own. I have learned that people can be entirely unpredictable and the heroes are not always who you think they will be. Be prepared.

WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE

Over the course of the last few months I have come to the undeniable conclusion that I am becoming a relic; an old fart; an antique; an obelisk representing times gone by. I may actually only be in my early fifties speaking chronologically yet I represent an age that is quickly descending into a forgotten memory for many and a complete work of fiction for most others. I find myself on the opposite side of a great philosophical divide in which the warped and aberrant public opinions of today’s new cultural norms have created a chasm too wide for me to cross. In spite of the socialist catch phrase “forward” used throughout history by the worlds great tyrants and our current dingleberry, I find myself more often looking back and wondering how I got these tire tracks on my shirt.

Now please don’t confuse this as a rough draft for my headstone. I am not an antiquarian who poo poos cell phones and other high tech gadgets and I don’t churn my own butter. I’m all in on that front. What I’m referring to is the ideals and preferences that are the driving force behind what we have become as a culture. Pick any night of the week and flip through all the television channels. It’s difficult to find a program that does not immediately assault your sensibilities with a cornucopia of indigestible reality conflict-based shows designed to appeal to the lowest within us. The storylines, when there actually is one, usually does little more then proselytize a malleable tolerance for the perverse and the feeble of mind. This so called “entertainment” does nothing more then sandblast our culture free of any philosophical or moral diversity and eradicates any pre-existing code of conduct boundaries that tethered us to civility. Is it any wonder we see so many people today try to justify their decrepit behavior with a straight faced explanation of their right to act without judgment from others?

Our culture has morphed during the last forty years into a “cult of the self” mentality. There has always been some form of this in existence but it has become increasingly common and more than a little unsettling for me. I have always been a  proponent of a healthy body and mind lifestyle, but the fetish like attention some pay to their bodies cosmetically is no more then latent therapeutic narcissism designed to satisfy their terminal belief that a youthful appearance can be attained through technology and the attention of scalpel wielding doctors. Young woman today rate themselves by cup size and young men by the number of ridges on their washboard abs. For us older folk it’s worse. It’s nearly impossible anymore to walk into a popular restaurant or watering hole and not have your senses bombarded with the sight of “seasoned woman” injected with plastics, fitted with taught silicon bags and wearing clothing that should be worn by their daughters. They all share an unspoken realization that they are losing both battle and war, yet they all refuse to lose with grace and dignity. Aging men are no better. Our primal egocentric priority revolves around the illusion of virility no matter our age and the prescription drug market has eagerly stepped in to help us with our “rutting buck” fantasies.

I have a difficult time coming to grips with the continual erosion of the family unit. It has been deteriorating my entire adult life. The progressive movement, which now has an ally in the oval office, successfully opened Pandora ’s Box of human sexuality and our federal government threw fuel on that fire by creating giant waves of dependency and dysfunction to go along with their assault on the nuclear family. Our current administration has furthered the concept of “government as father figure” by excusing absent and defective fathering and rewarding families with no father in the home with additional entitlements. They have successfully regressed the ideal of the father figure into a vestigial appendage that can be easily replaced by the state or accommodated in other ways, such as government sanctioned same sex marriages. A study by The Journal of Homosexuality  concluded that the best possible arrangement for a two parent household are two lesbian woman! It must be my old age that prevents me from getting anywhere near understanding that degenerate piece of moral fecal matter.

When elephants get old and are no longer useful to the herd they take an instinctive social clue and wander off into the jungle to die. I look at some younger people today and sometimes get the feeling that they would like me to go find the nearest jungle and get out of their way. Unfortunately for them my instinctive social clue mechanism is in the shop for repair.

My journey to antiquity has taught me that my values and principles that I hold so dear are not out of date and ready for the landfill just yet. Many of my friends and colleagues that also cherish the “old ways” refuse to walk off into the jungle. There are even some young people out there who did not drink the Obama punch and have a surprisingly sophisticated understanding of economic principles, leadership and responsibility. They are the minority of their generation and I do not envy the challenges ahead for them.

My ways may be old but they still ring true. My body may be old but still has strength. My mind may be old but still knows right from wrong. I believe I will stick around for awhile and become a thorn in the side of this new culture until the day arrives when the jungle finds me. You never know, with a few million others just like me, we could become a national annoyance!

THOUGHTS BETWEEN SCYLLA AND CHARYBDIS

Last weeks presidential election left an indelible and unsightly scar on the face of the nation formerly known to many of us as the United States of America and it put to route forever the notion that character, courage, integrity, leadership and achievement are vital for any person seeking to ascend to the office of the presidency. A new culture is upon us here in America and they have spoken.

Obama will be the emperor for another four years. Hard working and principled Americans and those who remain committed to the virtues that made America great live with sadness in their heart and shame in their conscience. Those of us who still live with conviction all share the same sense of responsibility for the collapse of our national identity and the growth of the demon seed of socialism and entitlement. We all watched helplessly as a dagger was placed into the heart of our heritage. As of last week we ceased being, maybe forever, the “United States of America”. Unity has been forever slaughtered by the emperor as he masterfully navigated the waters of deceit and division to foment a new marxist nation. Most of us saw it coming for some time and simply wished that at least we would not live long enough to see it happen. If Obama holds a contest to rename his conquered country, there is no shortage of ideas and several are already testing the waters. “New America” and the “Socialist States of America” (USSA) to name two.

For those of us who appreciate historical perspectives with regards to humankind, we know that great countries and empires eventually fall from within. It appears to be the Achilles heel of our species and maybe one of the reasons history may someday reflect as a primary element in our ultimate demise. We are no longer a collectively intelligent citizenry. Many have tasted the sweet taste of entitlement and government control and choose that over the stress of having to work hard or break a sweat. Many have no real passion for excellence for it has been demonized by the socialist virus turned loose in the educational system and by the increasingly left moving Democratic Party. A national altruism, like the one that brought us together during WWll is no longer possible. Our tribal separatism, our racial and cultural division and our decreasing connection to, or appreciation of, the founding principles by which this county was established will make it close to impossible.

During the next four years, the emperor will try very hard to finish off whatever cohesiveness or strength that he finds still in existence by his subjects. Most of Europe is in love with Obama because he may accomplish something not even the incompetent Jimmy Carter could do; he will bring the greatest country on earth down to the level of all others. He will ensure that this country no longer holds the preeminent position of leadership in the new world order. He will see to it that our nation stays sick with the fever of entitlement and dependency because now he knows it works well here. He will give speeches filled with non sense because he now owns the minds of so many feeble minded idiots.

Last week I felt the loss consistent with that which comes with the death of a loved one. I was raised to be honest and ethical, to work hard, to be just and to love my country. I always honored and worshipped those brave men and woman who sacrificed their own young lives oversees to preserve our freedoms here. There could be no greater act of love for home. For all those military veterans and all those families of military members who made the ultimate sacrifice for our country………..I’m sorry.

I’m sorry we allowed a person Like Barrack Hussein Obama to be president of the country you died for. There could be no greater insult to your legacy. We let all of you down and we are ashamed. I’m sorry we forfeited most of the freedoms and principles that meant so much to you as you lied scared and bleeding to death on the beaches of Normandy. I’m personally sorry because I was one who saw it coming and I did nothing. I don’t deserve to stand in front of your grave.

This Monday is Veteran’s Day…If you can muster up the nerve to look a veteran in the eye then share your gratitude with them………..then share an apology. Maybe we can be forgiven.

We owe them better…….