Wednesday, April 18, 2018

Swamp Font

Born to the highest level of privilege...

Her husband, similarly born,  opened the doors to 'doing business' with China's communist dictatorship.
Together, they promoted that relationship to last into the future...
that's right: they promoted a Communist  Dictatorship... let that sink in for a moment or two..


Her man also refused to follow up on  Ronald Reagan's plan to enforce the border in exchange for the 1986 amnesty... flooding the nation with cheap labor designed to undercut the wages of the American working class, along with those of law-abiding immigrants.

Story short: her husband undercut the Rule Of Law in this country at it's most basic and defined point: our borders.

Moving forward,
 ..her husband's policies were furthered by Bill Clinton, a man whom she would come to regard as 'another son'...

To be followed into power by her own seed, the fruit of her womb, who never passed up a chance to admonish the American working class for not working as cheaply as their favored Mexican, foreign-born, illegally-obtained labor force...

In addition to that, her other sons were heavily involved and connected with transnational banking corporations... becoming ever more wealthy at the expense of her own citizens...

Until another of her seed stepped forth to finish the job her husband and first son started...

Jeb! was pounded into the dirt by Papa in their first debate. (Viva Papa!)

She never forgave Papa for that... for his defense of America's working class.
In her eyes, a real leader for America was supposed to sell out Americans, while speaking in the words of the Ivy League (ya know...like her Hubby and Sons did... lies, all of it)

" By their fruits you shall know them."

 Satan is a deceiver, as the Bible tells us...

Satan does not always appear in the form of a goat, walking like a man, fire from his nostrils...

He may very well  come to us as an old grey mare, speaking lovingly, pearls round her neck...

I've seen the fruit of her womb, and have suffered under it.
I mourn not.

Go to hell, Bitch.. you've already lived in Heaven...at the expense of those others who never mattered to you.




Saturday, April 14, 2018

Ride Or Die

A year ago, it clearly looked as if the Trump Presidency was in grave danger. Not that Papa did anything wrong. There was never any evidence of that.
It was about the forces arrayed against him.

As Upchuck Schumer himself said, (and I paraphrase) the Intelligence Community has several ways til Sunday to fuck you.

Home Truth: the Deep State calls the shots, and you'd better not be standing on the wrong end of the shooting range.

This has changed,  and quickly so...

With the Inspector General Report coming out at the same time as Comey's embarassingly silly (and stupid) bodice ripper; while McCabe resorts to that online fundraising thing, GoFundMe, to provide his legal defense...
(begging yet another question: if you did nothing wrong... why would you need a GoFundMe when you haven't been charged with doing anything?
GoFundWhat?
You are innocent of everything.
A high ranking FBI agent.
An Untouchable, as they say.
Nothing there.
You said so.
Unless, of course, you are lacking candor?
Again?
Tell me it ain't so)

It's looking more and more to me, that the shots being taken against Papa are actually shats in the shorts of those who are taking the shots
It's becoming ever more evident.
My Trump hating 'news feed' is getting freakishly quiet...

Today, Papa gave Scooter Libby a pardon.
Scooter. Libby.
Yes, that one... the swamp creature of the Marc Rich pardon.
This is waaay  beyond the first three levels of WhatTheFuck?!

Now, I've mentioned my opinion of Scooter Libby before.  I do believe that the nation, maybe even the whole world, would be a better place if he and his homies were not a part of it.
That said, his homies wield much power within the swamp, and he serves as a sort of martyr to them.
Truth: he is a martyr.
I don't need to explain the story. If you are reading this blog, you already know it.

So what, pray tell, is going on?

First off, we now have a press corps reporting that an Independent Counsel can be biased, dishonest, self-serving and corrupt... it's called 'setting the stage' for what comes next.
So, what is coming next?
Let me tell you...

What this pardon does is score points among the swamp things who's support Papa will need going forward, while also sending a message to those in Papa's army who may/will be martyred in the bitter struggle to take him down: Papa holds the power, the ultimate power. He's got your back if you are willing to 'ride or die'.
(Side note: W left the homie out to dry. Who's the better man, now?)

A brilliant move.

Papa is on offense.
The enemy is on it's heels.

The tide is turning

Friday, March 2, 2018

The 15:17 To Paris

Wow... It's been 10 days since my last post. Sorry... I got busy... kinda

We all remember that incident that took place in France, when three young American men took down a terrorist on a train? Yeah... That's what this is about.

It's kind of a risky venture for Clint Eastwood to put together. Seriously, how do you produce a full length feature about an incident that only lasted a few minutes? It's a recipe for suck.

Or is it?

15:17 To Paris isn't so much about those fateful few minutes that brought these young men to fame. It's about normal, everyday friends, three young people, finding their way in the world... their failures and successes along the way... and what brought them to 'be there' when that moment arrived.

It's a lesson that we can learn, and most likely, many of us have... because it's been demonstrated already...

Every American knows about Flight #whatever, on 9/11, when the passengers stepped up...
This is the same story, with a different ending...
But the story is still the same.
It is, and will be, a lesson and inspiration to every American (and some non-Americans)... to 'step up'...
seize that moment...
do not cower... 
act!.

It's about finding heroism in everyday people.
The film itself isn't boring, but not that engaging either...
Til the 'moment' occurs...
And that moment is messy, complicated, and gripping.
It is depicted as it happened.

Three American dudes... being American dudes...meeting their moment... and matching it.
They made America proud... just because they were who they were. Americans! We are like that.. they didnt come from Canada... right?
Canada is a pussy nation.
Manliness is frowned upon.. that why they elected Justin as their leader...

Clint Eastwood took a huge gamble by casting the real life people to play themselves (Anthony
Sadler, Alek Skarletos, Spencer Stone.)
They are not actors, and it shows. If you are looking for 'actor' type performances, it's not here.
But maybe you can respect three young, American men portraying themselves as three, young American men?... there is a real-world realism here. They are not actors. They are not acting.
I appreciated that.
It works here.

If you haven't seen this movie yet, I strongly recommend it.
It is unique, from a movie-craft sense...
and it is unique in it's depiction of normal people doing hero-type stuff, not because they wanted to, ...they did it  because they were there...
 being who they are.
We can all be heroes, if we do what is right.

Grab the moment.

Saturday, February 17, 2018

Viva Trump!

So, Mueller  has decided to indict 13 Russians for 'meddling' in our democracy.

What's new here? The Kremlin has been meddling in American politics since the 1950's and probably sooner than that.
It's not even open for debate.

This is a fig-leaf. Mueller is trying to provide cover for his lack of manhood.
Everybody knows that none of these indicted will ever see a courtroom.

Meanwhile, it's already known that real collusion with foreign forces happened with the Clinton campaign.

It is also known, that real meddling in our democracy was performed by the Obama administration in concert with the FBI and the Clinton campaign.
There won't be any indictments there, though.
The FBI isn't about justice.
It's about politics.

And...Mueller is nothing more than a low-level Cuck.. but as long as he's getting a paycheck... what difference does it make?


Friday, February 16, 2018

Thoughts On The Week

-It's been an interesting week. I don't want to talk too much about that school shooting in Florida. Much has already been said, and too much will still be said as partisans point fingers at each other...
And nothing will change.

-One thing I do know, is that things like this touch you more when it touches your family.
My cousin's daughter was in that school as the shit was going down, and the perp was captured 1/2 block from my cousin's house. We talked last night. He's a bit shook up, of course, but grateful his daughter was now home and safe after spending a couple hours hiding in a closet.

-And, now it comes out that the FBI was tipped to this shooter guy, and they couldn't find him? This is bullshit. The FBI can find anybody they want. I can find almost anybody I want, with 1/10th of their resources. They did not want to. Maybe they were too busy trying frame President Trump?

-We've been told since 9/11. "If you see something, say something." It isn't 'we' who are guilty.  The Feds could have stopped this guy. They did not. It wasn't a failure on their part. It was lack of will.

-You've all seen the official portrait of President Obama. Did you laugh out loud, too?
Portrait-wise, the artist did a good good job. It looks like him, but those hands are just too big.

Add, that the artist inserted his trademark sperm cell onto The President's forehead... against the backdrop of Wrigley Field (I thought he was a White Sox fan...)... and the whole thing just seems kinda silly. It's not dignified. Not at all.

Worse thing yet, President Obama chose this artist.
His final act as President.
How fitting that he, alone, got the 'happy ending' .






-That Michelle Obama portrait?
It doesn't look like her at all. That face is lacking in personal detail, and could easily represent 50% of the Black female population. (Maybe the artist thinks that they all look alike?)

I've seen faces on toast that look more like Michelle than this.

The arms,hands and fingers look like they came from an orangutan. Seriously. Look again?

I believe Michelle chose her portrait painter, as well.
But, hey... at least she doesn't have sperm on her forehead. She kept her dignity, if it's really her.






-I saw Twelve Alone. It's a good movie, really well put-together without too much suspension of belief. That's about all I can say about it. There wasn't much acting involved. Not much of a 'story'. Played like a documentary more times than not. Not much to critique when not much is offered. Go see it. It is worth well the ticket price,


-Donald Trump spent many years promoting himself as a Playboy billionaire. We all know this.
Did he bang the porn star? Who cares? It's a porn star. It's what they do.
It's not like he used his status to take advantage of/abuse a starry-eyed intern, or the White House secretary pool.

-Both of you may have noticed... I'm making an attempt to blog more often. Fact is, after all I've been through, and still going through... I sought some guidance from an expert.
He's a cool dude, more like me than I am like him.
We click, and... I recently used my expertise to unite him with his long-lost younger brother...that he spent 11 plus years looking for.

-"You can do this?" ... watch me work....

-Yeah... he thinks I'm kinda cool right now.

He advised me to resume blogging, to keep my mind straight... a discipline... take the time to do something that does not benefit anybody else. Take the time, to be you, for you.

"You have spent too much time being what others needed you to be... for them. You see the issue here?"

-He's asking questions that I do not want to answer.  He's also providing answers to questions that I didn't realize were there.

- I take care of my own yard, and change my own oil. Most people pay others to do the most basic things of life for them. They might look down upon me for talking to somebody... but, at least I'm capable, and willing, to change my oil and take care of my yard, without hired help.

-most of all... I'm willing to admit that I sought help/guidance in times of trouble... I didn't pay somebody to make shit right in other peoples' eyes. I'm paying somebody to help me be right with myself. My life, and my eyes, are all that matters to me. I don't give a fuck what you think. I never should have.







Monday, February 12, 2018

America's Wisest Wise Man

Victor Davis Hanson calls out the entire Republican establishment, playing St. Peter at the Pearly Gates reading off their list of sins.
*Link*

And then takes a hard shot at George W Bush:

George W. Bush, a good man without malice, nonetheless last week illustrated why Donald Trump is president.
While in Dubai, Bush criticized the Trump Administration’s lack of progress on immigration reform. Then he weirdly noted, “Americans don’t want to pick cotton at 105 degrees, but there are people who want to put food on their family’s tables and are willing to do that.”
Where to start when Republican elites confirm their own stereotypes?
First, Republicans should agree with Churchill’s dictum about the inadvisability of criticizing one’s government while in a foreign country: “When I am abroad I always make it a rule never to criticize or attack the Government of my own country. I make up for lost time when I come home.” Bush repeatedly followed that guidance when he insisted that he would not attack Barack Obama—even at home. But not now.
Second, Bush is far more critical of Trump’s efforts to reach a compromise on DACA and border security than he was of Barack Obama’s illegal and politically expedient 2012 pre-reelection executive order nullifying immigration law and enforcement. Whether he intended it or not, Bush’s “woke” emergence as a megaphone after eight years of hibernation, confirms the impression that Republican elites were always much closer in spirit to their Democratic counterparts than they were to their own so-called grassroots conservative base. Translated, they mildly were displeased with the Obama agenda, but loathe Trump’s.
Third, how incoherent were Bush’s cotton-picking riffs! (He may not have realized it, but Bush put a 21st-century spin on 19th-century plantation owners’ pleas that they needed imported chattel African labor because American workers were neither acclimatized to heat nor inexpensive enough to pick cotton in scorching Southern temperatures). Bush substantiated the stereotype of crass corporate concern (note the inadvertent contempt in “willing to do that”) that trumps both the law and the idea of promoting the wages of U.S. entry-level workers—as well as general popular cluelessness about illegal immigration in general.

I disagree that Bush was a man without malice.
His policies toward illegal immigration inflicted a lot of malice upon my class of people, and furthermore, he saw fit to insult us when we complained about it.
But the rest is spot on. This Hanson guy... seems to be the only one who 'gets' anything at all sometimes.

But he didn't stop there. He correctly calls out the NeverTrumpers as hypocrites:

The Trump catharsis has shown that about 10 percent of the Republican Party, the NeverTrumpers, was largely apolitical. That is, former cornerstone positions of deregulation and tax reform, oil and gas production, charter schools, deterrent foreign policy, restoring friendship with Israel and moving the embassy to Jerusalem were apparently always secondary to the more important criterion of offering a mild, sober and judicious frown to progressivism, through discerning losers like George H.W. Bush, John McCain, or Mitt Romney.
Such a Republican elite was so embedded within American establishment institutions as to be both immune from the economic stagnation of an Obama neo-socialist revolution (remember income inequality soared under Obama) and in no real need of a Reagan revolution or Trump’s often messy radical push-back against progressivism.
Its creed was not really, as advertised, the ethics of “losing nobly is better than winning ugly,” but rather the snobbery of “losing a cultural image is worse than winning a political agenda.” Put more bluntly, it is better to put up with a socialist with a “perfectly creased pant” than a prairie-fire conservative in rumpled Walmart slacks.
 Victor Davis Hanson may never be allowed to write for National Review again after these remarks.

Read the whole thing. There's a lot there.

Saturday, February 10, 2018

Den Of Thieves

It is common for Hollywood to insert local Los Angeles scenes, landmarks and various other references to the local region in their projects. It was always the other side of Los Angeles, though. The side that was never a part of my Los Angeles existence.. minus the occasional gangster/ghetto flick set in Compton/South Central.
As a matter of fact, the 'local' news networks never covered anything that was local to me. We basically didn't much exist.
Out of sight, out mind, as they say.

And that is basically how the people at the business end of Los Angeles' wealth and glitter scene viewed  anything south of the wretched Imperial Highway Corridor. In actuality, once you survive passing through that corridor, things get a little cleaner... and much cleaner as you pass further toward the Palos Verdes Peninsula, with it's 2-3 million dollar homes.

The Imperial Highway Corridor intersects with what is known as the Harbor Gateway Corridor, along I-110 (known as The Harbor Freeway), ending at the Port of Los Angeles.

The region trapped against the coast by these two corridors of suckage is called The South Bay. It's a different scene, a different mix of cultures, creating a separate identity due it's cultural isolation from what most people think of as Los Angeles. Part of The South Bay also includes a few localities more culturally and politically associated with what is called South Los Angeles. The communities of South Los Angeles contain a lot of suckage.
It is in this world where I grew up, in the City of Gardena, that straddled the  nicer South Bay and less so, Harbor Gateway to the east and Imperial Corridor to the north.
On the map to the right >>> My home was located where the 'n' and the 'a' meet in 'Gardena'. (Clicking on the map makes it bigger.)

Needless to say, I, like most from Gardena, preferred to look westward when it came time to leave the house. I spent most of my life after age 15 (when I acquired motorized transportation) in the land that lay west. (you would have, also).

Never have I seen a movie that was scripted, set, and filmed almost entirely in the isolated land that I had spent the first half of my life stomping through. And this is where Den Of Thieves got my attention, in the very first scene, showing the Gardena Memorial Hospital and the Hustler Casino... both of which are 4-5 blocks from my childhood home, that my mom still occupies.

Enough background... on to the film...
Gerard Butler plays Detective Nick o'brian, who leads of rough and tough crew of street detectives monitoring a crew of well-organised and clever thieves who have been robbing banks.
They set their sights on a grand prize, the local Federal Reserve... the bank to the banks.

Several of the plot twists along the way, as some of the characters are developed, might leave one scratching their head... but all come together toward the end, as the thieves and detectives attempt to outwit each other, ending in a shootout worthy of  "Heat" while stuck in that all-to-familiar South bay phenomenom: a traffic jam where you least expect it!

Props to the creator of this film, Christian Gudegast, for making this so real. All the references to the local scene are here, from South Bay only slang terms, tattoo styles, the mix of ethnics (yes, Samoans are a real presence here), a vague reference (simply 'Harbor') to the county hospital/trauma center (where you go after you been shot), even a remark about the ethnic make-up of a high school football team vs another (from a school where I had a lot of friends from).

Go see it. It's a good movie.