Hug An Atheist (An Easter Wish)

For the greater part of my 51 years, I have struggled with many things, but nothing so powerful as my very own ego.

Ego is that part of me that forms opinions and beliefs. It is predisposed to practicing contempt prior to investigation. In the old days- once my ego formed an opinion, the issue was over. My ego you see, had issued it's ruling. My ego was never willing to re-examine an issue once it had been decided.

Oh, how I used to struggle with the whole "God" concept. With faith. With your beliefs. With who created God. With Revelations. I wandered aimlessly until a couple of odd things happened.

I recovered. I ceased fighting. I became conscious. I no longer rigorously defended a bunch of opinions and beliefs that hardly amounted to fact. Far from it. I let people believe anything they want to believe. That includes the Klingons and the Moonbats. Even the atheists. They have that right. They are on some journey that is solely their own. I don't know where their final destination is. Or even my own.

So I became willing to believe that there was something out there far greater than you or I, or some skinny dude with big ears that talks a lot. I came to believe that quite possibly on some Good Friday many years ago- that maybe we, meaning mankind- missed the real message. If a man, painfully nailed to a cross and eviscerated, could ask forgiveness for those who were killing him (in the most painful and humiliating manner of that day) perhaps that was something outer worldly. That level of consciousness is simply not practiced on this planet. Unconditional love? Who believes in that? Maybe this guy wasn't from these parts after all.

How can you continue to love and ask forgiveness for the people who are murdering you? Is there a lesson there? Well...

Jesus practiced unconditional love. He did that with Judas who betrayed him and with the Romans who had ordered his death. As he lay on that cross, did he wail and behave like a victim? Nope. Did he profess his innocence? Nope. He was concerned about others and practicing unconditional love right to the very end in a fearless- I am going to be resurrected soon anyway- kind of fashion.

I can wrap my arms around a God that practices unconditional love. Not that man made, "send you to hell version of God." If your ego still believes in that type of God- you have every right to remain an atheist.

Launching the Good Friday HuffPo Attack*Updated

Every once in awhile, I launch a counterattack. Two days in a row.

I like Sarah Palin. Not enough to vote for her, but there are plenty of things to like. I think what I really like most about Sarah is that the moonbats and statists hate her so much.

This is what I know about Sarah. She is very attractive. She has a birth certificate, an Idaho one. She is not a Muslim nor did she attend school in Indonesia. She was not raised by the parents of Weather Underground supporters. She has never claimed that there are 57 states nor does she say things like "punching above their weight." http://www.opposingviews.com/i/politics/punch-drunk-oval-office

I'm not sure Sarah, in all of her alleged stupidity, has ever told the unelected Supreme Court that they don't have the right to review an unconstitutional law and toss it out. She's so stupid, she probably thinks that nullifying shitty laws is actually the job of the court.

So today I spotted another "hate Sarah" blog with it's nasty comment thread over at Huffpo. I couldn't help myself. I launched the torpedoes. Oh the nasty replies will be furious.

Have you ever noticed how physically unattractive liberal women are? They are some ugly creatures. Secretly, I think they despise people like Sarah. It's not that they are any smarter than she is (although they think they are vastly superior) they are simply jealous. I believe that. Is it true? Who knows? But it sure is fun to rattle their cages. 

So I told 'em so. I can feel that negative energy already. Now if you'll excuse me, I gotta wander over to my email account and delete a few things.

*Wow. I did not receive one comment at Huffpo. I checked my stats. They deleted my comment which was clean. I am not surprised. One thing about statists. Free speech is only available if you agree with them. Cowards.

Frankenstein Government Readers Shame Moorhead Police Into Returning 12K

The Moorhead, Minnesota police department has decided to do the right thing and return the 12k tip a waitress received and turned in to police. The original story ran today and I followed that story up with the "Let No Good Deed Go Unpunished" blog complete with email addresses for the Moorhead City Manager and Police Chief.

Personally, I don't know if we had any impact at all.
But since I own bloggertown- that's my story and I'm going with it.

Sweet. http://usnews.msnbc.msn.com/_news/2012/04/05/11037230-big-tip-or-tainted-cash-waitress-gets-to-keep-12000-left-by-restaurant-customer

Frankenstein Government, Off Meds, Warring With Moonbats on Huffpo*Updated

Normally, I just don't read Huffington Post. I can't stand the idiots who lurk there. Mostly statists, moonbats, atheists, and flaming liberals.

However, nothing pisses me off more than Obama's war with Arizona. Whether Obama and Holder are getting ICE agents killed in a covered up Fast and Furious scandal, ignoring immigration laws and suing Arizona for passing state laws- it just doesn't matter. Color has nothing to do with it. Obama is not a good guy. Period.

I know who the villians are. Hint- it ain't Arizona.

So I get a little peeved when Obama and the bullies start the ridiculing Alinsky tactics now that Sheriff Arpaio is looking into Obama's murky past. Those missing and doctored documents. Just where is that selective service draft registration card? I too, would like to see that.

So here's the latest. And the comment thread. http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2012/04/05/joe-arpaio-obama-administration_n_1405760.html

I should try to teach pigs to sing instead.

*Update. I have at least seven nasty replies in my email inbox. The statist minions are active today. The only way to deal with caged animals is to become a sniper. Take a shot and and get out. Delete every comment.

"Let No Good Deed Go Unpunished"

A waitress in Minnesota, a mother of five, receives a 12, 000 dollar tip. Acting responsibly, probably due in part to telling her co-workers, she calls the local police and turns the money in.

They of course seize the money. They promise to return the money after 60 or 90 days. That time has passed and now they are refusing to return the money. http://news.yahoo.com/minnesota-waitress-sues-police-seize-12-000-tip-212757225--abc-news-topstories.html

Assuming money is drug money? How do they know that? Even if it is drug money- what right do they have to seize it? I've got an even better story than this one- but it turned out differently.

It's probably been 10 years now, but I received a call from a local grocery store manager one day. According to him, two young people (20's) came in to the store and bought a case of beer. They handed the clerk a 1908 St. Gaudens gold double eagle as payment. The clerk had never seen anything like that so she called the manager. The manager, a coin collector, immediately knew what it was and offered to exchange it on the spot for a twenty dollar bill. They agreed to that. The manager then called the police.

I had the coin appraised at the time. Appraisers valued it at 15-20,000 dollars. I waited 90 days and scoured stolen property reports. Years later, I discovered that Whitey Bulger had been through our valley. According to FBI sources, Whitey financed his 30 years on the run with coins he had purchased while practicing his skills on east coast mobsters. Somehow I have always believed- the two idiots in the store that day- either received or stole that coin from Whitey Bulger. Or stole it from somewhere else.

One of the great unsolved mysteries of my past life. The Moorhead cops are dicks. Now the waitress has to sue them. If you want to do a good deed, write the city manager here: michael.redlinger@ci.moorhead.mn.us 

If you want, you could always write the Chief. Heh.
David Ebinger, Police Chief (david.ebinger@ci.moorhead.mn.us)

Frankenstein Government, Incredibly Handsome, Just As Cursed As Samantha Brick

It's tough being so handsome. It's been a terrible burden all of my life, but mostly I have just internalized my feelings and tried to "gut" it out.

George Clooney, Brad Patt, and me. 

Thank gawd for Samantha Brick. Finally someone has mustered up the courage to talk about the visual debauchery of our society and their willingness to shower beautiful people with attention and gifts. You ugly bugglys may think it's all fun and glamorous but being this good looking takes a huge emotional toll on us. Being gorgeous is a curse. I wouldn't wish this on anybody. http://gma.yahoo.com/too-pretty-columnist-samantha-brick-ridiculed-152601435--abc-news-fashion-and-beauty.html

I can't begin to tell you what it's been like. Young girls staring at me and smooching on me since grade school. In high school- it got worse. Girls were fondling and groping me. Young girls removing their clothing in my car. Fighting over me at parties. Older women, teachers too. In college, it was just terrible. I simply couldn't keep up with the demands. Getting treated like a sex object. Young women trying to have "relationships" with me. Everywhere I turned, there was cleavage. In the end, I suppose I just felt dirty and used. In fact, getting a gun and a badge was one of the few ways I could feel safe while being stalked by all of those predatory and desperate women trying to land a gorgeous beefcake like me.

It's lonely being this hot. But the times, they are a changing.

Thankfully I am getting old now. My hair is falling out and new hair is growing in places where it's not supposed to be. I can't see so well and my hearing is shot. If someone mentions the word "vagina" I somehow associate that with Richmond. Every once in awhile a tooth drops out of my head, past my man boobs, and bounces off my protruding belly. Somewhere beneath that belly is man-gear, gear that has only one singular purpose left. My knees and ankles crack and pop. I hate stairs.

So I've got all that going for me. Samantha Brick, self appointed goddess, is only 41. Just wait a few years honey, all of these burdens have a way of sorting themselves out.

A Politician Will Lay Down Your Life For His Country

I could never understand why the best people in my community hated politics. The answer was simple. Good people do not crave power or recognition. When we finally managed to attract one very decent and selfless individual, a man who became Mayor,  he absolutely detested the job.

Only ego maniacs need apply. Thus it seems, politics attracts the worst of us.

More funny quotes.

* If God wanted us to vote, he would have given us candidates. ~Jay Leno

* Politicians are people who, when they see light at the end of the tunnel, go out and buy some more tunnel. ~John Quinton

* Politics is the gentle art of getting votes from the poor and campaign funds from the rich, by promising to protect each from the other. ~Oscar Ameringer

* I offer my opponents a bargain: if they will stop telling lies about us, I will stop telling the truth about them. ~Adlai Stevenson, campaign speech, 1952

* Don't vote, it only encourages them. ~Author Unknown

* Those who are too smart to engage in politics are punished by being governed by those who are dumber. ~Plato

* Politicians are the same all over. They promise to build a bridge even where there is no river. ~Nikita Khrushchev

* When I was a boy I was told that anybody could become President; I'm beginning to believe it. ~Clarence Darrow