Give CNN the Pulitzer price for obvious; they posted an article today indicating that Americans’ trust in their government is at an all-time low. Imagine that. By imagine that, I mean, “imagine that the fawning sycophants in the liberal press even bothered to report it.”

Of course, they just couldn’t report the numbers without some little point of reference; that Americans haven’t really trusted their government since Watergate. You know, Nixon and all that. Geez, I thought we stopped trusting our government because of George Bush. Or maybe some you-tube video. At this point, what difference does it make?

I am not a crook. Period.

I am not a crook. Period.

Apparently, according to the poll, “Just 13% of Americans say the government can be trusted to do what is right always or most of the time, with just over three-quarters saying only some of the time and one in 10 saying they never trust the government.” All this against the backdrop of the anniversary of the Watergate scandal. Scandal. Remember that word.

Of course, CNN goes on to parse the poll data several different ways, their ultimate goal a little unclear. The larger point they seem to want to make is that those who lived through Watergate believe that Watergate was a very serious scandal. In fact, they state “Fifty-one percent of those questioned say Watergate was a very serious matter because it revealed corruption in the Nixon administration, with 46% saying it was just politics – the kind of thing both parties engage in. The 51% is unchanged from 14 years ago, when CNN last asked the question.

Of course, they note that there is a big generational divide, with a majority of those over forty believing that Watergate was very serious while a majority of those under forty believe it’s just politics. Interesting. Now why would those under forty believe that anything as serious as a president involved in a cover-up of a petty crime is nothing more than politics? Simple. The press that brought down the republican they hated the most at the time made sure that we all knew just how serious it was. In fact, I remember sitting on the couch with my ever-loving father, a die-hard Nixon fan, on the day old Tricky Dick hopped aboard Marine One for his final exit from the grounds of the White House. All my father could say was “good riddance, the lying bastard.” That press no longer exists. Those under forty are inundated with infotainment and propaganda, often times very hard to distinguish.

Fast forward to lying under oath, committing perjury. The press instructed us that the most beloved, first black president was being railroaded over nothing but a sex scandal. It’s only about sex. Everyone lies about sex. Except of course, if you’re not the first black president and maybe just a young black resident of Chicago accused of taking advantage of a young intern, well that’s different. Then it’s not about sex, it’s about rape and or sexual harassment and maybe with time off for good behavior, you get out in ten to fifteen years. It all depends on what the meaning of the word “is” is. And of course, it helps if the first lady of the first black president was on the legal team against Nixon, well then of course, Watergate was far more serious. Serious enough for her to lie in her duties and be removed from her position.

In any event, the Hated Nixon left office on his own. Buh-Bye. All over what those under forty believe was just politics. A scandal. But politics nonetheless. There haven’t been any scandals since. Or at least in the eyes of the press, none as serious.

I can’t just poke the press in the eye however. Those of us over forty spawned those under forty. And what did we teach them? Not a whole friggin’ lot apparently. Did we really teach our children that it’s okay for our elected officials to lie to our faces, whether it’s over an eighteen minute gap on a tape, a stained blue dress or the ability to keep our doctors? Period? Yes, we have. And we have allowed the press to walk away from their social contract with America to be the independent watchdogs they once were. The eighteen minute gap that caused us so much grief in the past has been surpassed by years of multiple email accounts wiped clean for the benefit of an administration that used the power of taxation to harass and destroy those with a different political perspective. And, we are told, there is not even a smidgen of corruption. All phony scandals, nothing more than politics.

Oh how we miss “deep-throat.” How many of those under forty even know who that was, without confusing that moniker with Monica? How can we as citizens demand from our officials exemplary behavior when we’re not even willing to press for answers or can be bought with O-Phones and EBT’s? We allow the press to be nothing more than apologists and front men for this administration, keeping us distracted from the death of border guards being killed with guns supplied to their murderers by our own government or IRS commissioners of the most transparent administration in history pleading the fifth in a “phony” scandal. “Hey look over there, it’s Kim Cartrashian!” Apparently, if you like Kim’s butt, you can keep Kim’s butt. Period.

We’ll never trust our government again, because we can’t be trusted ourselves. We hold the press in such low regard that we trust them in numbers almost as low as we do our elected tyrants. But it is we who prop up both this government and those who shield them from our scrutiny. We can’t be bothered to go to the polls and run these miscreants out of town any more than we can convince ourselves to get our Kardashian-sized asses off the couch and simply turn the channel away from the dedicated propaganda machine that tells us all is well. Or tells us we’re haters if we don’t believe it.

When the history of this country is finally written, our progeny will wonder what it must have been like to live in the most powerful, the most free, the most fair and equitable society in the history of the world. And they’ll hate us for destroying it, leaving them with the bankrupt shell of a balkanized society free from personal choices, free from personal liberties, free from personal responsibility and totally free from scandals. And maybe, in some far off history class in a federal re-education camp called “high school”, some under-forty person will find a tape of Nixon, the most hated man the press had ever met before George Bush, and watch a man voluntarily walk away from the greatest, most powerful office in the world in order to heal the divisions that his leadership brought to a nation he truly loved.

That we don’t bother to elect men like that any longer is, truly, the real scandal.

They live in poverty. They die in poverty. Subject to third-world socialist policies and government suppression, they struggle to survive as their parents and grandparents have before them. Many are illiterate; their schools crumbling and as dangerous as the street corners they beg from. Those who govern over them use any monies marked for their basic needs as a way to bribe and con, looking to maintain their hold on the levers of power; levers that the poor have placed into their hands. Given for the simple promises that their best interests would be served. They die in that misplaced belief every day. The drug cartels recruit many; the cartels kill many more. Those who manage to avoid the gangs are left to fend for themselves, suffering under the regime that has been corrupted by power, disarmed by those who are supposed to protect them. Faced with no prospects other than a violent death, they risk everything they have, thoughts of fleeing their miserable existence their only hope.

Leaving Detroit?

Leaving Detroit?

They now hope that the President of the United States will help them; maybe he’ll send a plane to rescue them from their plight. Refugees, one and all, looking for a better life, or at least a life that has an expectancy beyond the teen years. Maybe they’ll end up in Idaho; Maybe in Cambridge Mass. How about some small town in North Carolina or in sunny California; somewhere outside Baltimore, or West Virginia? Chicago would take them wouldn’t they? Small town Maine maybe? It’s all about compassion; we are a compassionate people. But this child is not from a third world hell hole. He is from a first world hell hole.

Somewhere tonight, a young child in Detroit goes to bed, his mind filled with distortions supplied by the socialists running his state, his stomach filled only with the pangs of hunger. And yet, we focus on ways to justify bringing in far more severely impoverished people to be placed ahead of our fellow countrymen because we fear the politics of hate and derision that will be heaped upon us if we say “no more.” We are now a refugee country, open to anyone who feels they have a claim to the fruits of our labor.

This is what liberal policies have wrought; equality for all; equality of misery and subjugation. Serving those who sit in their air-conditioned palaces, peering through tinted windows at the groveling masses who are far too inferior to fend for themselves. People that have continually voted to sustain the powerful who have kept them unarmed, uneducated, un-assimilated and filled with misplaced vengeance. For the policy of liberalism has always been one of division, envy and vengeance. They are persuaded to hate others under the guise of social justice. They must hate others because, they are told, others hate them. They are taught to hate their country, that it’s a place, not of opportunity and possibilities, but a place of oppression and bigotry. They have been taught that others who will not or cannot give all that you request are hate-filled, evil purveyors of greed. They have been taught that they have a right to the possessions of others; those who refuse are the truly evil in the world. Disarmed, they have no mechanism to force anyone to give up what they rightfully possess; it is at the barrel of the government gun that they must steal under the mantle of social justice from those who toiled and sweat, sacrificed and risked in order to achieve their own American dream. They are taught that those who have succeeded, those who have more, must be dealt with, punished and torn down so none has more than the poorest. Equality of poverty and misery is the only truly possible equitable outcome of socialism. But even that equity must be enforced not by the good will of men, but by the armed intervention of a corrupt ideology.

The children of Detroit need not dream of escaping to another barrio; they and their parents have served their purpose on the slow march to socialism. They have been the useful idiots, voting again and again for a utopia that they were convinced could only appear if they punished others, learned the proper hate and muted their own dreams, responsibility and self-worth, voting in lockstep with their over-lord betters. They have no further value other than fodder for the misleading headlines that support the propaganda of a failed state. Soon they’ll be joined by a new, more preferred cohort of voters who have been told the same things, promises once reserved for those of Detroit. Now they’ll be able to step into the ever-growing bread-lines, elbowed to the rear by those from another country, those who can contribute far more substantial new votes than the poor of this country. But at least they can compete for those higher minimum wage burger jobs, limited though the number will be. It was promised. If the child of Detroit escapes, it’ll be to the barrios of the new democrat voting bloc, new barrios of those who now truly matter, and those who are slightly more equal than the children of Detroit are. The dying children of Honduras are of more concern than those of inner-city anywhere USA.

Somewhere in Detroit, a young mother asks over and over why her children have been abandoned by those she supported without question. And her child will dream of standing in a dirty, crumbling airport in Honduras, hoping that president Obama will step off the plane and whisk this child of the US back to Ohio or Chicago or Maine. Back home to a new life of poverty to replace the one he currently languishes in. The promises are the same, the lies are still sweet and once again, the poor and unfortunate fall prey to the siren songs of the left.

Where will the refugees of the inner cities of the United States turn to? Who will send a plane for them?

I think it’s time we updated our favorite fairy tales to more closely match what our children are learning in the real world every day. Hey, we live in a truly magical time where we can stay kids forever, no worries about growing up, no need to work, everything is free and equal. How great is that? Let’s take a look and see how our favorite stories have evolved over time, you know, much the way our elected officials do. So do like pajama-boy; grab a blanky, put on your pj’s and let someone else do the reading for you. It’s story time at the liberal daycare…

Hi Red. I'm from the government and I'm here to help..

Hi Red. I’m from the government and I’m here to help..

Let’s start with Goldilocks and the three bears. Goldilocks broke into the home of the three bears and became a squatter, supported by the “Occupy the Enchanted Forest” movement, protesting against the 1% of magical creatures who own 99% of the magical dwellings. A local judge, who determined that property rights weren’t all that magical, allowed her to stay until the eviction process ran its course. Three years later, Goldilocks left the three bears with over $150,000 dollars in damages and $500,000 in legal fees. They declared bankruptcy and were unable to maintain their home. They were forced to move out of their house after local authorities condemned it.

There was an old lady who lived in a shoe; she had so many children, she didn’t know what to do. Many suggested she might try to curb her promiscuity, but they were “outed” as being soldiers in the “War on ladies who live in shoes.” So she went down to the local welfare office and got an EBT card, SSI for her children, fuel assistance, food stamps and put her children on “Fairy-Tale Care Act” insurance until they were twenty-six. Once a month she brings all of her daughters to Planned Parenthood for their magical monthly women’s health procedures.

Geogie Porgie pudding and pie, kissed the girls and made them cry. That was until his elementary school principal expelled him and had him arrested for sexual harassment. He was transferred to a juvenile center for re-education in gender sensitivity and womyn’s studies. Years later, he married his long-time partner “Little” Jack Horner who finally came out of the corner. Their wedding was officiated by the Fairy Godmother. A wonderful cake was provided by “Baker-man, Baker-man” who, after initially refusing to bake a cake for what he called a “make-believe wedding,” was sued by the state, lost in court and was ordered to bake the cake under penalty of death. He was audited years later and was arrested for tax evasion. He is currently serving fifteen years.

Jack and the beanstalk is a story about a young man who decided to risk his money in a start-up bean farm venture. Unfortunately for Jack, one-hundred and fifty thousand “unaccompanied Giant minors” came down the beanstalk and took over the land. The unaccompanied giants consumed all the food and social services and soon, everyone was poor. Poor, but equal. With the exception of the evil “Goose that laid the golden eggs;” he was the only one working, supplying capital and creating jobs and they hated him dearly. He was also a member of the dreaded “tea and crumpets” party, which made him even quite ickier. He was soon dispatched for Foie Gras and eventually, no one was able to pay for food and services to the poor. Which was pretty much everyone.

Maybe we should read the old favorite, Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. You see, the dwarfs would go into the forest to work for days at a time, but failed to protect the borders of their little dwelling. Now the story has been updated to “Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, twenty Mexicans, thirteen Guatemalans, ten Nicaraguans and five Hondurans.” Snow White died from tuberculosis.

Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet, eating her curds and whey. Fairy-Tale government officials however, changed the school lunch policy, so now she only gets nutritious veggie-burgers and wilted asparagus, except on Fridays when she gets a slice of gluten-free pizza topped with low-fat skim mozzarella. Poor little Muffet usually throws half of her meal away and goes hungry. One day, her mother sent her to school with a brown bag filled with wonderful curds and whey, but it was confiscated by the nutrition czar and she was sent home with a strongly worded written reprimand for her mother. Child protective services were called to monitor Mrs. Muffet’s child-rearing skills.

Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water. Jack was arrested for tampering with a public water supply and the EPA fined Jill for destruction of the habitat of an endangered magical species, the “well-dwelling snail darter,” even though the well was on their property. Both went to jail for five years and subsequently were unable to find work with a criminal background. Jack is now living in public housing on that most magical of money; fairy-tale assistance. Jack is on disability and is also addicted to crystal meth. Jill currently lives under a bridge with a troll who is her pimp.

Well boys and girls, that’s it for story time; time for you to finish your soy milk and celery sticks before the afternoon nap. And remember, you’re special, but not much so. You’re unique, but no different than anyone else. You can get whatever you want in life, as long as there is someone  to take it from and someone else to make them give it to you. Because, you deserve it. You can do anything you want in life, except think for yourself and speak certain words. Remember, Mommy and Daddy love you, just not as much as the state loves you and we’ll always be here to provide you with legal services if they ever decide to spank you. In fact, it’d be much easier if you just stayed here in Fairy-Tale land where you’ll never have to work, you can get anything you want and never have to grow up to be responsible for yourselves. Now isn’t that magical?

Sleep tight kiddies….

Want to see what a fundamentally transformed America looks like? At least in progress? Take a look at the pictures below. We’re well on our way to a country with third world demographics; illiterates, people with very few skills or the ability to care for themselves. Diseases we haven’t seen in this country for decades. Over-crowed inner-city schools where no English is spoken. People who will take far more from society than they will contribute. Love it or hate it, admit it or not, call it a racist screed if that soothes your anger, but it’s here. You’re looking at the future of the Democrat Party, the party that will be the party in power for decades to come. The party that will continue to promise other peoples’ milk and honey to those who come here illegally, those whose first act, not matter what you say, was to break the laws of a sovereign nation, to come and enjoy the fruits and labor of others. Call them dreamers if you like. For the rest of the country, the dream is over.

A thank you would suffice....

A thank you would suffice….

If you knew this was what fundamental transformation was, would you have voted for him in the first place? If this had occurred in his first term, would you still have voted for him a second time around? Yes, there are those of you who will defend this to the end. The end of this country as we know it. And as we progress down this trans-formative road you voted for twice, when your children are forced into low paying jobs, being taxed unmercifully to continue to fund these Democrat voters, you can be comforted with the notion that you were not racist, you were not a bigot, you were standing on the high moral ground, spending the treasure of others, your children included, to ensure that your compassion continued to flow unabated. But as minority voters are beginning to realize, it’s not about compassion; it never was. It was about your guilt, using your compassion to keep the slow march to socialism alive. You have bought into it. You own it. Too bad you couldn’t be forced to pay for your compassion on your own without infecting the rest of society, much like the infections we are seeing flood across the borders now.

If Obama had a son....

If Obama had a son….

Suffer the little children...

Suffer the little children…

After decades of broken politics in Washington, and eight years of failed policies from George W. Bush, and 21 months of a campaign that’s taken us from the rocky coast of Maine to the sunshine of California, we are five days away from fundamentally transforming the United States of America.”

We ask how we could ever send them back. They'll figure it out o their own...

We ask how we could ever send them back. They’ll figure it out on their own…

Probably the only promise this man has ever kept. No matter. He told you what he was going to do, and you voted for it. We have arrived. We are now a more just society….equally poor, no stronger than any other nation, shamed into submission for our excellence, embarrassed to have led the world for so many years. Let us now suffer for our transgressions of having freedoms we were willing to die for, judged by those who were willing to have us die for them, all the while secretly hating us for the things they themselves were unwilling to strive for. We have the right to destroy that which we have built.

But at least we’re transformative…

A little time, some distance, since Eric Cantor was shown the door in Virginia. Apparently, Dave Brat was a hero of the dreaded tea party, that amorphous group of conservatives that cause moderate republicans to swear and liberals to wretch. Brat acknowledges the tea party support, but sees himself more as a candidate “focused on republican principles including free markets and adherence to the constitution.” Downright radical, he is. Maybe it was the tea party push that helped Brat topple Cantor this time, even though Cantor easily defeated the tea party challenger in the 2012 primary. What changed this year? I can’t say. Cantor certainly had the advantage in cash and connections, but apparently his brand of republicanism didn’t sell well with his constituents. Buh-Bye Eric. It remains to be seen if Brat can defeat the democrat challenger in the fall, even in this relatively conservative district. We shall see. Once the media gets mobilized, Brat will be the next coming of “Jenjis” Khan, as Mr. Kerry would say. Brat is a man who believes in individual rights and responsibilities in an era of entitlement-minded voters. Good luck with that.


Harry, how much compassion do you have for the tax-payer?

Fast forward to June and over to Mississippi. Thad Cochran knocks off tea partier Chris McDaniel in a runoff after McDaniel narrowly defeats Cochran in the primary. The Republican Party threw everything they had at McDaniel to return Cochran to Washington. And though most of you will deny it, it wasn’t pretty and may have even had some illegalities surrounding it, but whatever it was, the strategy worked. Apparently, the Cantor loss informed the GOP leadership of a couple of things: They need to portray the tea party in the same way the liberal media and liberal establishment do in order to keep their jobs; principles be dammed. And, it’s best to dump the conservative base and employ some democratic voters to make it through the primaries. Will this strategy work outside of Mississippi? Or to put it another way, “at this point, what difference does it make?”

Very little difference actually. The republicans are running scared and have been since “the great one” was elected, lest their opposition to his policies get them labeled as racists, or bigots, haters, or some type of “phobe.” Sticks and stones may break my bones but words make republicans shit their pants. Kind of hard to be an opposing party when the only thing you oppose is losing your job. And for those who don’t quite know how this works, yes, they are supposed to be an opposing party. And yes, there are three branches of government for checks and balances. I don’t care of you have a pen and a phone.

But Karl Rove and Haley Barbour probably think they’ve got the keys to taking back the senate, now that they know how to smear any tea partier that happens to get in their way. Good old fashioned democrat politikin’ gets it done fer sure. Does anyone really think that turning a republican into a democrat-lite for a primary run-off translates into having democrat voters pulling the “R” lever in the general? Sorry guys, but the democrats in Mississippi were all too happy to walk across the aisle and vote in the republican primary to help the GOP establishment defeat a challenger that the democrats didn’t want to face either.

I’m not usually one who likes to prognosticate, but here goes anyway. The republicans aren’t going to take the senate back. Sorry. The lessons of the 2012 presidential election and the shenanigans in Mississippi should have been a wakeup call to the GOP, but it wasn’t. It was however, very instructive to the democrats and their sycophants in the press. Cries of racism, the war on women, charges of extremism, all played well for the democrats during the reign of the magnificent one, and the GOP establishment is all too happy to apply these tactics to the base of their own party. And yes, like it or not, the conservatives are the base of the GOP. Apparently, divide and conquer is now the way the GOP establishment has decided to keep both the tea party and the oval office at bay. Conservatives were ridiculed, excoriated and demonized by the left and as a result, many stayed home, never bothering to go to the polls for good ol’ Mitt. “It was those darn evangelicals, dammit,” exclaim the GOP establishment, “they stayed home and gave the presidency to Mr. Obama.”   Their extreme views and fear of the man with the magic underwear cost us the election. Sweet. A little myopic one would think. The best way to pander to a voting block is to publicly shame and vilify them. Got it. It doesn’t quite dawn on them that the conservatives may have stayed home, no matter what derogatory bucket you wish to dump them in, because your candidates weren’t very appealing to them in the first place. But heaven forbid, it’s not you, it’s them. If you ask a democrat to vote for a dyed-in-the-wool democrat, you’re all set. If you ask a dyed-in-the-wool conservative to pull the lever for a democrat wearing a republican necktie, you ain’t gonna see many at the polls. Oh, and if you think you can pander to enough democratic voters to get them to cross the aisle for a republican versus a democrat, you’re just plain fruit-loops, no insult to fruit-loops. Conservative voters have been holding their noses at the polls for so long, they need “rino-plasty.” Spelled just the way I meant it.

One can only hope that I’m wrong. There aren’t too many places for an unaffiliated conservative to go these days. Gone are the days when my parents would pull the lever for a conservative democrat. Long gone mind you. And the conservatives in the Republican Party are an endangered species, hunted to near extinction by CNN, NBC, MSNBC and the New York Times. Now the conservatives are being poached by the GOP establishment. We aren’t really that far away from one party rule; And as soon as we get overwhelmed with foreign invaders who are explicitly enticed to cross our borders illegally, once our infrastructure can no longer cover the cost of all the freebie entitlement burdens, the venerable “Chinese Bank and Trust” will call our loans and we’ll be asking George Soros to fund planned parenthood. You know, of all the rights, nothing is more sacred than your free morning after pill.

So we end up with Hillary in the next election unless she continues to cry poverty and can’t afford to fund a campaign, then we get Obama’s preference, Elizabeth Warren, who will get at least 1/32 of the Native American vote. The conservatives will be blamed for not voting for the Manchurian Republican candidate, which is almost as laughable as blaming people for not buying defective Chevy Volts. And of course, we get to hang out with the Koch-addicted Harry Reid for a few more years. Or we could always head down to the barnyard with good old Thad

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