Wow. The NC Governor is calling for a suspension of Congressional elections. That way the idiots in Washington can focus on our job problem instead of their re-election problems. I hope that every one of them has to go back to becoming shyster lawyers or whatever worthless shit they used to do after they get bounced out of office. Grease their bank accounts with private sector money instead of ours.
When called on her shit- the Governors' spokesman said she was joking. Sure she was.
A classic statement from the statists. You voters are stupid. We in government have all of the solutions. See how good we've been doing?
Yea we noticed. That's why Congress has a 13% approval rate. The worst in history. You cannot make this shit up. http://dailycaller.com/2011/09/27/nc-governor-recommends-suspending-democracy-to-focus-on-jobs/
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Cuban Methusalah Calls Obama Speech "Gibberish"
Old man delivers some other opinions on "Obama's War." http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-latin-america-15071936
Good Samaritan, Male, Points Out President's Similarities With the Anti-Christ...
...and gets thrown out of a fundraiser. This is not the tolerant, free speech loving left wing party that I've come to know and love. Not only did they label this poor sap a "heckler" but they interrupted him by chanting "four more years." Gawd help us. I'd rather vote for the heckler.
"Hey, will some one give that guy an unemployment check and get him the hell out of here?" http://abcnews.go.com/blogs/politics/2011/09/president-obama-heckled-as-antichrist-at-house-of-blues/
"Hey, will some one give that guy an unemployment check and get him the hell out of here?" http://abcnews.go.com/blogs/politics/2011/09/president-obama-heckled-as-antichrist-at-house-of-blues/
The Fifth Moron
The story I'm about to tell you is true. I have no interest in making something like this up nor do I possess the requisite imagination to do so. This story taught me a very valuable lesson. It is not mathematically impossible for four morons, all in various walks of life, to find each other at approximately the same time on the same day. I have learned one other thing. Sometimes it is very difficult to avoid becoming the fifth moron.
There are several people who read this blog that know this story. They were there along with me. I can only tell you my role in this because quite honestly, I was never interested in discussing this with the other parties involved. The other people involved in the Moonbat City Anthrax Incident did not think it was very funny. In fact, I believe, they would call my behavior unprofessional. To that allegation I would enter a plea of nolo contendere.
I was the Chief of Police in Moonbat City during the weeks immediately following 09/11/2001. Moonbat City is a small rural town, very out of the way and normally very peaceful and quiet. It is the last place on the planet that any terrorist would target. No secret military installations, no CIA headquarters, nothing like that. In the weeks following 09/11- some insane person began sending anthrax through the mail which was widely reported on national television and in the newspapers. Most people will remember that. Citizens all over the country began seeing anthrax everywhere and calling the police. This became a real headache for small police departments everywhere, including ours, because all of these reports were unfounded. By the time this particular call came in- I had already been schooled. Once because of a package of seeds in an envelope, the other incident involved some drywall dust on the bottom of a pair of boots. That was how it was in mid October, 2011.
Shortly after noon on that October day, I received a frantic call from dispatch telling me to shut down the local McDonald's Restaurant and barricade the parking lot. In fact initially, I didn't even get an explanation. So I waited. After a few minutes had transpired, dispatch explained to me that a McDonald's patron had found a balloon with a white powdery substance inside of it which he declared was anthrax. He had found the balloon on the ground in the parking lot. Rather than simply call for help, this guy had picked up the balloon and hit the highway, northbound in his car. He had called the Moonbat County dispatch center on his cellphone while driving toward parts unknown. Just a man and his anthrax.
Now I remember thinking, this must be somebody's dope. Then I thought, who carries dope in balloons anymore? I was lulled out of that semi-conscious state by an insistent dispatcher who apparently had decided to take control of the situation. She ordered me over the radio to shut down the McDonald's parking lot. I could not ignore her much longer. Eventually, I told her that shutting down the parking lot and that whole McDonald's vicinity was not going to happen. I tried to be nice, I think. That's when shit started getting really nasty.
While all of this goodwill was taking place over the police radio, the anthrax guy drove into a neighboring town's local hospital. He walked into the E.R. area, announced that he had been exposed to anthrax, and kicked off a general shutdown of the entire hospital. He was placed in the decontamination booth and hosed down after scaring the hell out of the nurses. Thankfully, he left his anthrax in the car.
In the meantime, I am thinking geezus. I better do something. I contacted my local fire chief. He agreed to come down and hose off the McDonald's parking lot after sprinkling it with anti anthrax fairy dust.
Back at the hospital, fire department personnel from a neighboring city were summoned to the parking lot by hospital employees. Following procedures, firefighters donned those white hazardous materials bunny suits with breathing apparatus' and retrieved the anthrax from the car. I was told they decontaminated the car although I am not sure exactly what that entailed. By that time, my ears were burning. Not only was dispatch thoroughly pissed at me, but they had gotten their supervisors involved. I did the only thing that made sense. I went home, avoided the lynch mob, and probably had a couple of drinks although I am not confessing. Sometime around 9 PM that evening, officers called me at my house. The Sheriff's Office wanted our department to take the now packaged and sealed anthrax to the state crime lab, 150 miles away.
I know what I said next. I said, "You've got to be fucking kidding me."
The following morning, the night shift cops told me how mad the Sheriff's Office and dispatch was at me. They were angry that they were forced to take the anthrax to the crime lab when in fact, this whole episode started at the McDonald's in Moonbat City. In our jurisdiction.
A day or two later, we found out that the white powdery substance in the balloon was in fact- lethal. It could kill you, but only if you were to choke on a pancake. It was Bisquick. Some sort of lab experiment at the high school. Apparently some kid had either kicked it out of his car or disposed of it during lunch at McDonald's. I very nearly pissed my pants while being told that news.
Interestingly enough, the local newspapers never reported on the Moonbat City Anthrax Incident. I don't remember reading anything about this anywhere. Very often, we would have these valley wide debriefings after these large scale, multi-jurisdictional incidents would take place. Maybe they had some debriefing or perhaps they simply forgot to invite Mrs. Butterworth's or myself.
I never took any interest in identifying the original anthrax reporting motorist. I think it best, that he remain anonymous. Sort of a moron legend. I have also been very vague about identifying all of the morons in the Moonbat City Anthrax Incident. A few of them are still working. You will just have to take my word that there were four.
I have one other observation to report on. There were times during my career, when I simply could not abandon all common sense when I needed to. My ego and I have always had this internal struggle. In government work, very often you are better off just being an obedient worker and doing what you are told. That way you will look like a team player and you won't make everyone else look bad. If you get really good at this, you can advance quickly. Sometimes, you are far better off just becoming the fifth moron.
There are several people who read this blog that know this story. They were there along with me. I can only tell you my role in this because quite honestly, I was never interested in discussing this with the other parties involved. The other people involved in the Moonbat City Anthrax Incident did not think it was very funny. In fact, I believe, they would call my behavior unprofessional. To that allegation I would enter a plea of nolo contendere.
I was the Chief of Police in Moonbat City during the weeks immediately following 09/11/2001. Moonbat City is a small rural town, very out of the way and normally very peaceful and quiet. It is the last place on the planet that any terrorist would target. No secret military installations, no CIA headquarters, nothing like that. In the weeks following 09/11- some insane person began sending anthrax through the mail which was widely reported on national television and in the newspapers. Most people will remember that. Citizens all over the country began seeing anthrax everywhere and calling the police. This became a real headache for small police departments everywhere, including ours, because all of these reports were unfounded. By the time this particular call came in- I had already been schooled. Once because of a package of seeds in an envelope, the other incident involved some drywall dust on the bottom of a pair of boots. That was how it was in mid October, 2011.
Shortly after noon on that October day, I received a frantic call from dispatch telling me to shut down the local McDonald's Restaurant and barricade the parking lot. In fact initially, I didn't even get an explanation. So I waited. After a few minutes had transpired, dispatch explained to me that a McDonald's patron had found a balloon with a white powdery substance inside of it which he declared was anthrax. He had found the balloon on the ground in the parking lot. Rather than simply call for help, this guy had picked up the balloon and hit the highway, northbound in his car. He had called the Moonbat County dispatch center on his cellphone while driving toward parts unknown. Just a man and his anthrax.
Now I remember thinking, this must be somebody's dope. Then I thought, who carries dope in balloons anymore? I was lulled out of that semi-conscious state by an insistent dispatcher who apparently had decided to take control of the situation. She ordered me over the radio to shut down the McDonald's parking lot. I could not ignore her much longer. Eventually, I told her that shutting down the parking lot and that whole McDonald's vicinity was not going to happen. I tried to be nice, I think. That's when shit started getting really nasty.
While all of this goodwill was taking place over the police radio, the anthrax guy drove into a neighboring town's local hospital. He walked into the E.R. area, announced that he had been exposed to anthrax, and kicked off a general shutdown of the entire hospital. He was placed in the decontamination booth and hosed down after scaring the hell out of the nurses. Thankfully, he left his anthrax in the car.
In the meantime, I am thinking geezus. I better do something. I contacted my local fire chief. He agreed to come down and hose off the McDonald's parking lot after sprinkling it with anti anthrax fairy dust.
Back at the hospital, fire department personnel from a neighboring city were summoned to the parking lot by hospital employees. Following procedures, firefighters donned those white hazardous materials bunny suits with breathing apparatus' and retrieved the anthrax from the car. I was told they decontaminated the car although I am not sure exactly what that entailed. By that time, my ears were burning. Not only was dispatch thoroughly pissed at me, but they had gotten their supervisors involved. I did the only thing that made sense. I went home, avoided the lynch mob, and probably had a couple of drinks although I am not confessing. Sometime around 9 PM that evening, officers called me at my house. The Sheriff's Office wanted our department to take the now packaged and sealed anthrax to the state crime lab, 150 miles away.
I know what I said next. I said, "You've got to be fucking kidding me."
The following morning, the night shift cops told me how mad the Sheriff's Office and dispatch was at me. They were angry that they were forced to take the anthrax to the crime lab when in fact, this whole episode started at the McDonald's in Moonbat City. In our jurisdiction.
A day or two later, we found out that the white powdery substance in the balloon was in fact- lethal. It could kill you, but only if you were to choke on a pancake. It was Bisquick. Some sort of lab experiment at the high school. Apparently some kid had either kicked it out of his car or disposed of it during lunch at McDonald's. I very nearly pissed my pants while being told that news.
Interestingly enough, the local newspapers never reported on the Moonbat City Anthrax Incident. I don't remember reading anything about this anywhere. Very often, we would have these valley wide debriefings after these large scale, multi-jurisdictional incidents would take place. Maybe they had some debriefing or perhaps they simply forgot to invite Mrs. Butterworth's or myself.
I never took any interest in identifying the original anthrax reporting motorist. I think it best, that he remain anonymous. Sort of a moron legend. I have also been very vague about identifying all of the morons in the Moonbat City Anthrax Incident. A few of them are still working. You will just have to take my word that there were four.
I have one other observation to report on. There were times during my career, when I simply could not abandon all common sense when I needed to. My ego and I have always had this internal struggle. In government work, very often you are better off just being an obedient worker and doing what you are told. That way you will look like a team player and you won't make everyone else look bad. If you get really good at this, you can advance quickly. Sometimes, you are far better off just becoming the fifth moron.
Monday, September 26, 2011
Frankenstein Government: Now Changing The Modus Operandi
I have been writing here for a little over two years. I have posted 1000 items. I don't know about you but I am getting bored. I am tired of writing dry, factual pieces about crooked bankers, crooked government, economics. Honestly, that stuff is stifling me. I need something different.
Life is a tragic comedy. People are nuts and they do some fantastically ridiculous and self centered shit. They control, they manipulate, they use weasel language and fear tactics to drive their points home. It is hard to ignore this insanity and in fact, I find it quite comedic. I want to take advantage of this.
Writing humorous stuff takes a lot of creativity and time. That type of writing demands a lot of thought and observation. Writing funny stuff requires the right frame of mind and honestly it is hard to conjure up the right mood on a consistent basis. That's been my experience anyway. I have often wondered how the most humorous writers can write consistently funny stuff. McManus, Royko, Barry, even Gary Larson. They always seem to fade away. I don't think it's a lack of material. I think it is simple burn out. Churning out worthwhile and humorous material is difficult over a very long time frame.
Good readers make good writers. Who wants to waste their time reading a bunch of dry, uninteresting stuff? If I wanted to do that- I'd go back to school. Sometimes, I read very good writing but I can't stand the underlying themes. Sometimes manipulative writing is funny, but it is really designed and intended to make you think or believe a certain philosophy. I think of that as I read Ann Coulter or scan Ace of Spades HQ. They are certainly funny, snarky people...but I grow weary of their one track underlying philosophy. That egoic, think like me because I am smarter than you, follow us mentality.
The human ego, that false sense of self that all human beings possess, is like a comedic generator. In some people like Obama, ego is vast. It is like a giant untapped reservoir of funny shit because some people are so unconscious and unwilling to self examine. That level of unconsciousness is really pretty funny. Please read this blog's subtitle for a definition of those types.
I am going to try and change the theme of this blog to one that is predominantly humorous. There is a lot of whining and alleged suffering going on in the U.S. so I have that going for me. Wickedly funny stuff and giant egos. Plenty of material. I got a few ideas.
Life is a tragic comedy. People are nuts and they do some fantastically ridiculous and self centered shit. They control, they manipulate, they use weasel language and fear tactics to drive their points home. It is hard to ignore this insanity and in fact, I find it quite comedic. I want to take advantage of this.
Writing humorous stuff takes a lot of creativity and time. That type of writing demands a lot of thought and observation. Writing funny stuff requires the right frame of mind and honestly it is hard to conjure up the right mood on a consistent basis. That's been my experience anyway. I have often wondered how the most humorous writers can write consistently funny stuff. McManus, Royko, Barry, even Gary Larson. They always seem to fade away. I don't think it's a lack of material. I think it is simple burn out. Churning out worthwhile and humorous material is difficult over a very long time frame.
Good readers make good writers. Who wants to waste their time reading a bunch of dry, uninteresting stuff? If I wanted to do that- I'd go back to school. Sometimes, I read very good writing but I can't stand the underlying themes. Sometimes manipulative writing is funny, but it is really designed and intended to make you think or believe a certain philosophy. I think of that as I read Ann Coulter or scan Ace of Spades HQ. They are certainly funny, snarky people...but I grow weary of their one track underlying philosophy. That egoic, think like me because I am smarter than you, follow us mentality.
The human ego, that false sense of self that all human beings possess, is like a comedic generator. In some people like Obama, ego is vast. It is like a giant untapped reservoir of funny shit because some people are so unconscious and unwilling to self examine. That level of unconsciousness is really pretty funny. Please read this blog's subtitle for a definition of those types.
I am going to try and change the theme of this blog to one that is predominantly humorous. There is a lot of whining and alleged suffering going on in the U.S. so I have that going for me. Wickedly funny stuff and giant egos. Plenty of material. I got a few ideas.
Silver and Gold Markets Getting Slaughtered
I can't remember seeing more panic stricken and broken markets- than I've seen in the last three years. They all have one common denominator.
Central bankers are manipulating everything in a battle to stay alive and to remain in power. These terrible times and broken markets are merely the symptoms of the brazen banker class which has ruined and destroyed the fabric of the world with excess credit. Greed.
The Crimex hiked margin rates on gold, silver, and copper late last week- effective this week- which should just about wring every small investor out of those markets. Europeans and Asians are selling precious metals hand over fist as currencies and markets are plunging.
Last week, I bought the dip and I am paying for that error. This week, I am going to wait for the blood letting and the carnage to stop and I am going to double or triple up. In fact, I had set a goal of how much of each metal I wanted to own. Based on this bloodbath, I am going to achieve those goals almost 14 months sooner than I thought.
This might be the greatest opportunity of my life. Worldwide recession/depression is here. Months ago I talked about markets crashing and taking precious metals with them. Then the central bankers are going to try and print their way out of this mess. I absolutely, ONE HUNDRED PERCENT, guarantee that QE3 is an absolute certainty. If you bought physical precious metals during this bloodbath, you are going to be handsomely rewarded for your courage a year from now. These stunning moves up and down are going to become the new normal.
Just buy physical and lock it up. Have patience. Europe and the euro are completely screwed. This is the start of what I am certain is going to be- one of the wildest financial times this planet has ever lived through. Absolutely nuts. Waiting to see our markets test the 2008 lows. Really.
Central bankers are manipulating everything in a battle to stay alive and to remain in power. These terrible times and broken markets are merely the symptoms of the brazen banker class which has ruined and destroyed the fabric of the world with excess credit. Greed.
The Crimex hiked margin rates on gold, silver, and copper late last week- effective this week- which should just about wring every small investor out of those markets. Europeans and Asians are selling precious metals hand over fist as currencies and markets are plunging.
Last week, I bought the dip and I am paying for that error. This week, I am going to wait for the blood letting and the carnage to stop and I am going to double or triple up. In fact, I had set a goal of how much of each metal I wanted to own. Based on this bloodbath, I am going to achieve those goals almost 14 months sooner than I thought.
This might be the greatest opportunity of my life. Worldwide recession/depression is here. Months ago I talked about markets crashing and taking precious metals with them. Then the central bankers are going to try and print their way out of this mess. I absolutely, ONE HUNDRED PERCENT, guarantee that QE3 is an absolute certainty. If you bought physical precious metals during this bloodbath, you are going to be handsomely rewarded for your courage a year from now. These stunning moves up and down are going to become the new normal.
Just buy physical and lock it up. Have patience. Europe and the euro are completely screwed. This is the start of what I am certain is going to be- one of the wildest financial times this planet has ever lived through. Absolutely nuts. Waiting to see our markets test the 2008 lows. Really.
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Ok, So He Smoked a Lot of Dope
I liked him anyway. When I first heard him...I had my whole life ahead of me. I saw this tune on YouTube, pulled the trigger, and suddenly it was like a time machine- transported me right back to my college dorm room. Wow.
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