A Good Day to Die?

 

 

Occasionally I entertain the thought that it is a good time to be over sixty years old. The parallels between the condition of America and Ancient Rome in decline become too vivid. It seems the America I was raised in is disappearing before my eyes and my cynical, (heartbroken) response is that it is a good time to die. Both me and the republic can watch the sun set on the dream of America in better times. The dream is America, the great experiment in self-rule. As the work-ethic dies and adulthood is shunned in spirit and extruded endlessly, with young adults retreating to mom and dads couch for their castle, a gimme-gimmie culture overwhelms the traditional courage that making your mark in the world requires.Hopefully before too much more damage is done to this good place, I will fade with the last light of an American day.

 

A picture of me, in darker moments.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Donald Trump, Now POTUS stood against  democrats, independents, socialists, and anarchists. Many in his party (GOP) shunned him.

Then this man takes the stage. ….And like the cavalry arriving in the nick of time, he has breathed life into the breast of the American dream. He entered a capital, rife with” good ol’ boyism,” and backroom deals. He said he was going to “drain the swamp.”

The average American was being taught that you don’t have to work, you don’t have to be committed to any person, place, belief or loyalty past that which serves your own selfish needs. The economy is tanked and the average young American has learned to live on less and lose themselves in a jungle of electronic dependencies on countless screens on phones computers and T.V.s.

The economy was stagnant and pushed further underwater by disastrous Liberal spending. Pockets of poverty formed like quagmires of violence and hopelessness in most major cities. I wonder if the heat from the gang gun fights can be measured by heat sensors on the ISS. 

The family, under assault since the “Great Society” was foisted upon America, is deteriorating. Men were marginalized and women were busy “finding themselves”.  And nothing is getting done past the hollow stares of young adults who kan’t reed sew wel.

Trump stood with his face defiantly to the wind. The mainstream media despised him and biased (negative) reporting reached 91+ percentile in damning MSM coverage.. He was crude in speech and  not elquant by any means. This author, (me), initially hated his hillbilly mannerisms and crude speech. HE JUST WASN’T PRESIDENTIAL ENOUGH I hated him. I considered him an insult to the office. But sans a living replacement, (remember he knocked down 15 other contenders in the primaries) I ended up holding my nose and checking the box next to his name.

With all the Hollywood beauties, the mainstream media, and the rich limosine liberals unhappy George Soros, all of the northeast  and all of the densely populated places where he stood not a chance to win., THERE IS NO WAY HE COULD WIN THIS. THING. NO WAY HE COULD WIN.

HE WON


If Trump could only stay in the lines,  If only Trump could double-talk, learn the dirty rules of the game and a way to present lies as truth he could have….would have, lost.

Now with the world respecting us again, with the economy exploding from the gates like Sea Biscit on a winning day, with record after record being broken in areas of employment I am compelled to thank God he sent us this man.

 

 

 

say WHat?

 

It appears that some of the “old guard” od female sexual icons have some words of wisdom. The cautionary tale could be summed up in the old sampler “Be careful what you pray for……You just might get it!” Klikdapik and read Sharon Stones words of wisdom concerning sexual harassment.

 

Keep Your Eye on the Canary

 

 

It is not uncommon to see a canary hanging in a cage in most coal mines. They are an early-warning system that is quite  sensitive and reliable. It goes this way. Dead bird means you have methane in the air, waiting to blow up at the first spark.. Thus it is that I include info from. Britain, Britain is our Canary,. When our bird drops dead we had better be ready for the eminent encroachment of something bad………

9 year old with her groom. AHHHH the bliss of my brides faultless and hirsute little body.! BREATHLESS! ( no! I mean it! anybody got a spare cannula?). And think about the new, more organicly grown laws when Sharia is instituted as the law of the land .  Choppping off body parts is fast and echonomical. Backlogged court dockets will become a thing of the past! 

 


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THIRTEEN YEAR OLDS SHOULDENT STEAL KISSES!

Tender mercies of worship fill the soul when the meat begins to tear!!! We are here to take you back in time about 1400years.See the source image

KINDA MAKES YOU WANT TO GO TO THE STEAK HOUSE FOR LUNCH!

The following diatribe can be said to be straight from the man on the scene, as Pat Condell describes what he sees as Britain struggles to deal with same said migrants in England.

 

Machiavelli Would be Proud

 

Stick a dollar in a pop machine and it spits it back out of the slot. Again and again you try to get the bill to grab hold and stay in the machine’ But it just keeps spitting the dollar back out. Thus it is with my psyche. There is talk of a secret meetings by top dogs at being held off-site. Word is that it was a mar room dedicated to keeping Trumjp out of the oval office. A couple of America’s supreme FBI poobahs, Peter Strzok and Lisa Page, plotted anti-Trump  plots.This is too much for my poor little neocortex to process. This kind of thing happen in spy movies never in reality?

FBI officials Peter Strzok, Lisa Page, and Special Counsel Robert Mueller.

Watch Carefully free man. Freedom is a delicate thing. Worth fighting for but oh so easy to damage.

 

The Gelato Gone, Gone, Gone

 

The only place Muslims can call crib is Saudi Arabia, the peninsula that Mohammed deliberately cleansed of Jews and other sundry belief systems. Every other present Muslim territory has been taken by conquest of a couple of different kinds. Either at the point of the sword or a kind of cultural “Three Card Monty” in which Muslim migrants occupy some land, and eventually, where the shift in population has swung far enough to the muslim side, claim increasing political power.. Areas that are “no go zones”, as you find peppering Europe right now, are part of supplanting one culture with another, (theirs). 

HAVING VISITED ROME RECENTLY, HAVING PAUSED TO DRINK IN THE POWER AND BEAUTY OF THE “ETERNAL CITY” I FEEL THE FEAR OF HAVING SOMETHING PRECIOUS AT RISK, SOMETHING THAT ELEVATES THE SOUL, TO MEET THE SUBLIME.

 

 

 

Pop! Goes the Weasel !

 

 

I like Seals music. He has a voice like an angel and a presence that fills the stage completely. I am less sold on Oprah. Now that I have been made  more aware of her knowledge of Weinstein’s palavering with young , old, and all that lies between. I am peeved.

Chummy: Oprah and Harvey Weinstein at the 19th Annual Critics' Choice Movie Awards at Barker Hangar on January, 2014 in Santa Monica, CaliforniaOprah has always represented the “In” crowed that excluded me and those of my ilk, (my ilk was poverty, and the wrong side of the tracks). The hubris and hypocrisy of the limousine-libs that always take the  posture that will serve there need for approval while condescending all to others to oblivion.it is the amazing capacity of the human to remain safely ensconced in his own shell while others are suffering all around. While Oprah is trading face paint with Weinstein in the above pik, thousands of the a third world, (woman’s 3rd world), traded as cattle, raped at will, sold and physically muillated in the most intimate way. In the most brutal manner imaginable; wait for sensitivity to turn into courage. They wait to be rescued.

 

 I have five daughter’s now, and much grey hair peppered in my old brown locks. I fear for their wellbeing. Not the color of dress the celebs choose to wear to the Grammys  because of Weinstiens wanger wranglin’. 

Every bodies going to wear a black dress. Everybodies going to write a confessional, everyone will feel exonerated. If I am lucky my wandering child will have a safe place to lay her head. I miss her so. So the limo libs drive by in silent cars, we see bits of their faces in the tinted windows, and they will look valiantly forward as they feel so much the hero for having cut a donation check or delivered a lecture  for an overinflated fee.

What is a micro-aggression?

But distance, to a limo-libber is the saving grace.  Yes it’s true that whenever one of the rich and famous gets an urge to eat Chinese they can just jump of one of their planes and pop over to Hong Kong for a bite. If they want some real privacy they just buy an island.

But what will mute the caterwauling about the fate of the lefts genitalia? What will happen to their ever important quest for marriage between entities naturaly ill-matched for mating! (You know, marriage between a human and a house plant. Will the screams of thousands of children and young teens experiencing genital mutilation  be heard over the whining for the 15  dollar minimum wage to flip burgers?

In the real world the taste of reality is in the air. Cancer has visited this house. Another child, 25 years old has come up missing and I am on oxygen.

By the way, does “fuck off!” fit the mold for micro aggression?

 

Some good will be done. Some waste will happen,….. but the perversities of the “privileged few” will go on. HO HUM………………..bug?

 

 

In Search of a Sprite

 


WIsh this pic of my daughter, Margaret and yours truly, was a bit more in focus, but it does, as it is, give the feeling of  motion and joy. Joy between father and daughter. It has been over a month since I have seen Margi. I do miss her deeply. She brings that shimmering joy illustrated in the photo, and brightens every room she enters. The Viking behind her is her father, reveling in the moment when she contemplated breaking the “surly bounds” of earth and take flight. If you see her, tell her to call home. She is deeply missed. and I am very worried.