Just what the wind blew in…

 

The Real Truth Behind fortunate son….. I have severe reactions to Bruce Springsteen. And I wish he hadn’t covered the venerable CCR song but he did. Luckily the truth of the song is not corroded by the tiny dumb ass singin’ it.

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   WE LOWER OUR HEAD DEMURELY, LOOK UP COQUETTISHLY AND SPEAK WARM BREATHY LOVE-NOTHINGS TO IRAN? WE ARE STILL THE GREAT SATAN TO OUR NEW LOVE!

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OBAMA A LONELY MAN….   If I leave my house and I run into an asshole in my travels, it can be said I have met an asshole. If I leave my home and everybody I meet is an asshole, then, in all probabiity  I am an asshole. The narcissistic personality knows either coercion or promotion(manipulation). Comprimise is not in the lexicon of narcissistic skills. Therefore the narcissist always ends up alone….So lets hear one for the POTUS!   Yeah baby!!  Tis the BEE GEE’S….  

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There is a place in the socialist psyche that is cloistered from messy considerations. Regrettably, the the old yarn,  “Ya gotta’ break some eggs to make an omelet” Is extrapolated to the bizarre by the comrads.  Lenin and Stalin killed over a hundred million people during their  socialist revolution. Pol Pot fried about two to five million est., in short order after the Khmer Rouge took over Cambodia. The list of unbelievable numbers and Commie despots is endless.

Socialists don’t fight to liberate anybody.  Socialists do not stand in harms way to protect home family and hearth. Bloodand and land are not at stake, and people, industries, institutions and traditions must be shifted about, augmented, reduced, mechanized and often eliminated like game pieces. And the bloodless progressive feels but a twinge at the carnage they create. (As long as their nest is well feathered). Every pinko worth his Little Red Book  knows the first thing you do is eliminate the previous society, lock stock and barrel. A few fortunes wasted, lives lost and family’s broken in the name of the revolution is an acceptable sacrifice. Of course those who are the architects of such falderal, are safely ensconced in the governmental throne, and come the revolution  they will be bug rug snug while the rest starve. Transitions are sooooo difficult.

 

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   Then there is that moment when the  insular cadre of sycophants can no longer hold back the tide of ugly reality and the boss finds out his agenda is not lifes agenda. A rather tense moment before the 2 P.M. tee time.

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