If You Are PC Then This Ain’t For You

I have no issue saying that Gran Torino is my favorite Eastwood movie, and I have almost all of them on dvd. The message of the movie is what many folks in this country either have forgotten, or don’t get: Deeds are greater than words, and when the rubber hits the road, real American men fight and die for what is right. Walt fought in Korea for people he refers to as Zipper Heads and Gooks. He ultimately sacrifices himself for these same people, and gives his most treasured possession to Tao…his car. His own family thinks he is an inconvenience. Kind of how our government treats our vets.

Go Left Go Right

What makes two people who grow up in a similar environment become so politically different? This is very perplexing to me. Where I live here in central California, a candidate who I went to grade school with, remained in touch during our college years, and road tripped together a few times, is challenging the GOP incumbent, Jeff Denham. I am going to refrain from posting his name here, but he has been endorsed by Planned Parenthood and the CSEA. Just do a quick google search, and he will pop up.

Everyone who has spent more than one second reading my blog is fully aware that I am a very conservative Christian guy. I grew up in a conservative, two parent home. My pop owned his business, and mom stayed at home. The guy that I went to school with, partied with, and did typical guy stuff with all those years ago, had a very similar upbringing. So why did I see the light of the right he went to the darkness of the left?

I don’t have the answer. I don’t know why folks think that abortion is not murder. I don’t know why folks want to reward criminals with free citizenship. I don’t know why folks believe medical insurance and medical care is a right. I don’t see why folks don’t understand that the more government is involved in the private business sector, the more expensive it becomes and the quality declines.

As the election draws near, I will post some of the acts I witnessed first hand that he will have to answer for. I have been contacted by a chapter member of the GOP that wants to hear what I witnessed. I am a bit torn, Jeff Denham is not a conservative; he is pro amnesty and mandated healthcare guy. But he is not a progressive.

People Who Make Me say ” Good Job Dumbass!”

We all get Pearl Harbored by idiocy all the time. Some just filter it out better than me. So no dancing around the pile of poop, I am getting right down to business!

1: Wanna be poindexters, get wearing thick framed black glasses. Does not make you any smarter or better looking. You are still stupid and will still end up whacking off in the tool shed thinking about some long lost girlfriend you never scored with anyway.

2: Morons who use their hands free phones instead of writing a shopping list on a piece of paper. Don’t need to hear or see you and your fast food head gear walking around like you are a Shakespeare character deep in a soliloquy. Dumbass, I can hear you asking if you want the chicken thighs or breast?

3: Lady’s britches with words plastered on the back side. The chubby broad at Wal-Mart whose spandex tight sweats should have read “Princess” and not “Press” cause your Half Dome size butt cracked swallowed up the other letters. Dumbass.

Ok, I got to stop this for now, starting to get a bit bent, and it is too early on a Friday and sans beer for this :)

From That To This

Recently I have signed up with Pandora. It is a company that allows you to listen on line to any music that has ever been recorded, sans the Beatles! So I was running at the gym, shocker, and I was listening to Dion and The Belmonts, when I looked up at the television screen and observed a newer music video being played. Well, it got this Cardio-Hillbilly’s tractor running. Staring in 1955, music has come a long way, or what is passed for music. Let me use some videos as examples:

From That:

To This:

And this is just music….Wait till part two when I go television and part three….movies!

When Dreams Don’t Rock

Let me make this perfectly clear (I am using my Nixon voice) when I had this dream I had not been guzzling suds, smoking hippie lettuce, licking frog bellies, or hanging by the neck naked playing tug-o-war with cyclops. This was a good ol’ fashion dream.

The dream took place in what appeared to be a tavern with a stage. Yeah, like I have been in a pace like this before. Up on stage were Waylon Jennings, Hank jr. and Merle Haggard. Jr is singing “A Country Boy Can Survive”, Waylon is playing a huge slide guitar, and Merle is banging a tambourine. Don’t ask me why, he just is. I am sitting at a table with their album cover, and the entire scene is playing on a small screen that is built into the cover. Under the screen are the words “Sneak Peak.”
All of a sudden Hank finishes with his tune, and Merle starts sining a Marty Robbin’s tune; “I Walk Alone.” And he sounds just like Marty. There is actually a video of these two on Marty’s t.v. show were Merle does this, and does it very well.

Sadly I wake up, and realize that I was not really in this honky tonk listening to my country favorites. This ranks in the top three of my all time favorite dreams that does not involve beer and reverseable under wear.

Idiots: Why Do They Exsist?

I believe the answer to ny question is simply, “to piss me off!” I was sitting in my front yard drinking beer with my little dog, Bill Willy. The dog loves to run the fence line and bark at everything that moves. He’s about 10 inches tall and weighs in at 11 pounds. This particular night, a young man is walking by, and Bill Willy is doing what he does best, and the idiot says, “Shut the fuck up.” Nice going dude. So I tell Bill Willy to “get-em”, and the dude replies to me the same eloquent phrase. Not smart. Beer in hand a spring out of my chair with some very strong language. Dude goes into to monkey fight mode….throwing hands in the air saying “come on cracker”. Really? So I say no problem, just quit backing up. Never seen somebody move so fast backwards in my life. Silly thing is, the further he got from me, the braver he became:) Then dude reaches into his saggy basketball shorts as if to grab a weapon. Idiot, it is easy to see there ain’t nothing but his hand, and small dreams in the pocket.

Why me? Why I am I an idiot magnet? Then it hits me; It takes folks like me to teach idiots like this they need to think about their actions before they act. I am sure this dude was scared all the way to chocolate chonies land. He is probably glad I was not the type that would shoot him…..but I am the type that would have roughed him up a bit. Something more idiots are in dire need of these days.

Why Ban Chem Warfare?

I have been attempting to stay away from anything political lately, but this thought shot through my cranium on the way to work: Chem weapons, if developed properly, are much more efficient and less destructive than conventional bombs and bullets. Plus, they are actually “Green Warfare.” It takes a lot less fossil fuels to rebuild after a chem attack than a regular or “smart bomb” raid.

I would think chemical weapons would be the weapon of choice in a civil war.

Just a tid-bit of information we are not hearing much about from Syria: There are two major gas pipelines that both Russia and ourselves are deeply interested in. Makes you go HMMM?

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