I just love this photo so much I had to post it.

It is from one of Chip's posts at Lems. Funniest thing I have seen in a while.

Hipster Holocaust

She loved Brooklyn like a fat kid loved cake. She loved the feel of it.  The smell of it. The taste of it. Every single thing about it.

She had always wanted to live in the city. When she was a kid upstate she would see movies and TV shows based in the City and want to move there to get out of her hick town that was more of a prison than a home. She would watch reruns of shows like “Friends” and “Caroline in the City” and she would dream of coming to New York to be an artist. The problem was she wasn't particularly talented. She couldn't sing or dance or draw. A mediocre student she just didn't have the skills. But she didn't let that stand in her way.

Instead of Manhattan like Rachel and Monica she found her way to Brooklyn. It was much cooler than Manhattan. Cheaper too. Not by much but enough to get by.

When the time came she moved down to Bushwick with a couple of her friends from high school. They all got bullshit jobs to pay the rent on the shoe box apartment they had in a dilapidated brownstone. Jobs in retail. Waitressing. Temp work. Make work. Just enough to get by while they searched for what they were looking for. If they could figure out what the fuck they were looking for.

They all wore a uniform. Not the fast food uniforms that she wore in McDonald's up in the little shit hole town outside of Utica where she grew up. A different kind of uniform. The hipster uniform. After all she had to display her tribal markings. It was the only way to belong in the big city.

So she had the ragged haircut. Dirty hair under a dirty knit cap. The ripped jeans. Tattoos. A nose and lip piercing. An i Phone. A bike that she rode to work. And an entitled attitude that flowed before her like the stink off a homeless guy’s asshole. She was a hipster and she was making no bones about it. It was their time. Get out her way when she rode her bike down Court St.

The date with this dude she met on Tinder was just not working out. He was your typical pajama boy Peter Pan hipster. Older than her for sure. In his thirties. He was wearing the uniform too. Male division. Well the quasi male division. Dirty jeans. Ratty retro shirt. Thin vest. Beard like a misplaced Amish farmer or the bassist in ZZ Top. And an attitude. That he was all that and a bag of organic gluten free kale chips. Another wasted night.

They had met for a drink at a little bar right off the bridge on Carroll St near the Gowanus Canal. They had a drink. He had a craft beer. She had a mojito. He paid. So far so good. At least he wasn’t a cheap douche nozzle like the last five guys she had dated. They chatted awhile. Superficially of course. Without giving too much information. Just feeling each other out. She didn’t think they would be feeling each other up. It just wasn’t happening for her. Sometimes that’s how it works out.

They decided to go for a slice of pizza at the pizzeria on the corner of Third Avenue. They had gluten free slices which was unusual. She figured she would get a bite and then walk back to her bike that she had chained up in front of the boutique that she worked at. This way she could brush off this dude and get home safe. She definitely didn’t want him to take her home. In fact she insisted on paying for the pizza so he didn’t get any proprietary impulses. It would be best to shut that shit down as fast as possible.

When they finished they said goodbye on the sidewalk. Totes awkward. A quick hug and a peck on the cheek and she scurried off down Carroll Street back to the store. She hustled along. She wasn’t afraid. She was never afraid. Her bosses at work couldn’t believe that she lived in Bushwick. They thought it was a war zone or something. But she was of the generation that hadn’t lived through the crack wars and the crime waves of the ‘70’s and 80’s. That Nazi Giuliani had cleaned it all up and she had no reason to be afraid. She could go anywhere and do anything and never looked over her shoulder.

The street was a little dark. It seemed that the streetlight was out right in front of the bridge. The smell was enough to guide you. The turgid water glowed from the chemicals in the Canal. They had been cleaning it up for decades. It was even a superfund site. But the Canal at Carroll Street was particularly bad. They had installed huge fans that pushed the water out of the canal and into the ocean. Unfortunately the fans were on the other side of the bridge so the water never moved on this side of the Canal. It was basically just a stagnant, putrid pool of slop. She quickened her step so she didn’t have to smell it.

There was a shadowy figure standing on the bridge wearing a hoodie. She wasn’t apprehensive. Well not really apprehensive. What was going to happen to her two blocks from her job? Just as she got close the guy turned and she could see his face in the moonlight. Shit. She know him. She relaxed. It was so stupid to be worried.

“Hey how are you? What are you doing over here?” She said. She smiled at him. He was always very shy. So she didn’t want him to feel bad. She never wanted anyone to feel bad if she could help it.

He didn’t reply. He just sort of ducked his head down. And took his hand out of his pocket. It held something shiny. What was it? A cellphone. No a knife. A knife?

He took the knife and slashed it across her throat in one swift practiced gesture. She couldn’t even scream. She just started to gurgle as her life’s blood spurted out in a rush. He grabbed her. Held her up. Making sure he was out of the path of the blood. He looked into her terrified eyes as her life was rushing out of her body. He pushed her against the rail. Over. Her last thought as she died was how bad she was going to smell. She didn’t feel anything as she slid beneath the water.

The shadowy figure looked around. No one was out. He folded the knife and put it in his pocket. He walked away.

One.

What too soon?

Rest in peace Aridog.

As some you might know a valued contributor to this blog has passed. Richard Thompson who went by the handle Aridog passed after a long illness.

You will have remembered many of his no nonsense posts. Dick was a veteran and a hard headed realist.  But with all of that he was an idealist and had vast compassion for others. Especially people of other cultures and faiths. Sometimes when I would go off on a rant he would comment and make me stop and think about what I was saying. He was one of the view commenter's who was worthing listening to because he had walked the walk.

Getting to know someone on the internet can be tricky. Some people presume to know you and what you think. What you are. But we all many things. Not all of them are displayed in blog posts or comments. Don't get me wrong. You can tell a lot about a person. For example you can tell that Dick was a gentleman and a patriot. I especially loved  his stories of his time in the Service and his hard won experiences.

Dick was a generous and loyal friend. A family man. Above all a patriot. He will be sorely missed. There is one phrase I always think of when I think of Aridog: "We sleep soundly in our beds because rough men stand ready in the night to visit violence on those who would do us harm."

Rest in peace my friend. God bless you and your family.

The Fighting 69th Rouge Bouquet clip

In a wood they call the Rouge Bouquet

There is a new-made grave to-day,

Built by never a spade nor pick

Yet covered with earth ten metres thick.

There lie many fighting men,

Dead in their youthful prime,

Never to laugh nor love again

Nor taste the Summertime.

For Death came flying through the air

And stopped his flight at the dugout stair,

Touched his prey and left them there,

Clay to clay.

He hid their bodies stealthily

In the soil of the land they fought to free

And fled away.

Now over the grave abrupt and clear

Three volleys ring;

And perhaps their brave young spirits hear

The bugle sing:

“Go to sleep!

Go to sleep!

Slumber well where the shell screamed and fell.

Let your rifles rest on the muddy floor,

You will not need them any more.

Danger’s past;

Now at last,

Go to sleep!”

There is on earth no worthier grave

To hold the bodies of the brave

Than this place of pain and pride

Where they nobly fought and nobly died.

Never fear but in the skies

Saints and angels stand

Smiling with their holy eyes

On this new-come band.

St. Michael’s sword darts through the air

And touches the aureole on his hair

As he sees them stand saluting there,

His stalwart sons;

And Patrick, Brigid, Columkill

Rejoice that in veins of warriors still

The Gael’s blood runs.

And up to Heaven’s doorway floats,

From the wood called Rouge Bouquet

A delicate cloud of bugle notes

That softly say:

“Farewell!

Farewell!

Comrades true, born anew, peace to you!

Your souls shall be where the heroes are

And your memory shine like the morning-star.

Brave and dear,

Shield us here.

Farewell!”

New York Stories

Jerry walked down the steps. It had been a hard day. Working as a bookkeeper in a furniture store was not exactly exciting. It was a few extra shekels. Making ends meet in 1976 was not easy. So $50 is worth a day’s boredom and frustration. It was just a pain in the ass to trek all the way out to Forest Hills and then back to Borough Park. But at least it was a straight shot on the F Train.

The platform was deserted as usual. Even though it was a cold winter’s day it still reeked of urine. The tile walls were covered in graffiti. It had never been this way when he was a kid. People were proud of their neighborhood. They kept things up. Forest Hills was an expensive place as far as those things went. That didn’t spare it. These “artists” came to every station and spray painted their tags everywhere. It made everywhere look like a slum. Maybe they did it so they could feel at home.

The F train pulled into the station. Oh no. It was one of those new R-46 models. Supposedly it was graffiti proof. All hard plastic seats that were easy to scrub unlike the older trains. The only problem was that the doors were locked. So you couldn’t go from car to car. You needed to have an escape route. Everybody knows that. If you weren’t ready you were a victim.

Jerry walked on to the train and put his head down. It was empty at his end of the car. He pulled out his pocket Talmud and prepared to study. He had a long ride and he would have time to be ready to talk with his friends that night.

Meeting of the Falsely Abused Women’s Club Sitting around talking when the Rainbow Is Enuf!

“Welcome to this episode of the Meeting of the Falsely Abused Women’s Club Sitting around talking when the Rainbow Is Enuf! I am your host Greta Nussbaum and tonight’s special guest is Michelle Fields who as you know was victimized by a Nazi. Welcome Michelle.”

“Thank you Hedda. You are an inspiration to all of us.”

“Thank you Michelle. But then I was actually abused and not making stuff up. Never mind. Let’s go to our panel. First up Twana Brawley.”

“Michelle I can’t believe that the racist po po dropped the charges against that chalk faced skinhead that be so nasty. Isn’t it just like the white man’s justice to take the evidence of a videotape and a lack of physical bruising instead of a woman’s feelings into account? Let me axe you. After this experience don’t you feel like you were shit faced and in the bag?”

“Errrr actually no. I felt bruised battered and violated. I mean I know I was poking Trump but who is he to object to that. And who is his campaign manager to pull me away just because I had no right to talk to him at that time and was within the security zone that the Secret Service always mandates for Presidential candidates. I am a member of the news media. More importantly I am a women so the rules don’t apply to me.”

“Very true Michelle. I used to tell Steinberg that all the time. Then he would break my nose. Next up Crystal Magnum.”

“Chile I feel for you. There is nothing worse than not being believed when you is full of shit. It’s damn frustrating. I means they believe you whens you tell them theys got the biggest dick you ever seen but when you says fourteen lacross boys be raping you then you don’t gets paid. I though Obama was gonna fix that shit. Anyways why didn’t you flop on the floor and start to cry and moan. That always worked for me when my man came to collect his just due.”

“That is beneath my dignity as a journalist and a woman. Plus it didn’t work that time I tried it on Allen West so I went with the dignity ploy this time. It didn’t work. Trump has no dignity. So he didn’t cave.”

“Very true Michelle very true. We will get to our other panelist and more questions but first a word from our sponsors Planned Parenthood. We want you to be a part of us and we will take care of your fetus and want parts from them. We will be right back.”

Laura Bush's Diary

February 14, 2016

So Jenna and Barb and I were sitting on the back porch sparking up a couple of splifs while we were watching the NBA All Star game festivities. We just love to watch muscular black men running around without a lot of clothing. Reminds me of my days working in the Peeps on the Deuce. Memories

Anyhoo just as we were all just getting nice and mellow we heard a crash and some loud obnoxious cursing coming from the Family room. It was W’s Mom. Again. She was always starting a freaking ruckus and smashing stuff. I don’t know why. I mean it wasn’t time for the wrestling yet so I don’t know why she was acting out. She always got real agitated when one of her favorites started to lose. Especially the midgets. Babs loved the midgets. 

"Jenna could you go into the house and see what is up with Gram’s?” “Oh Momma I can’t. I did it the last three times. Let Barb do it for once.” “On no..no…no” Barbara said as she rocked back and forth and twitched. I swear she gets more and more like the retarded sister on Downton Abby every day.

“Shitfire I guess I have to in to find out what’s up with the bug eyed twat.”

You see I have never seen eye to eye with Babs. She has always hated me ever since W brought me home to meet the family. She even tried to stop me from getting the “First Lady’s Traveling Underpants” but luckily Hillary gave them to me which is why we have always had a soft spot for her. Now Babs is getting meaner and meaner. Poppy Bush is getting feeble and it is impossible for him to keep her in check anymore. And now that her favorite Jebbie is running she is insufferable.

When I got to the family room I had to step over broken glass and spilled beer. It seems that she had been drinking PBR and watching a reply of last night’s debate and just lost her shit. She Elvised the TV by throwing a bottle through the screen. Perfect.

“So Babs what’s up?” I wanted to keep it light. “What do mean you idjit. Didn’t you watch the debate? That animal Trump is ripping poor Jeb a new asshole again. He even went after your husband saying he lied to get us into Iraq. Not that you care. You always liked Trump that Atlantic City asshole. Just like my idiot husband. You traitor.”

“Now Babs you know that is not true. W and I are fully behind his little bro. Way way behind but whatever. Here have a couple of these nice aspirins for your rheumatiz.” I gave her a couple of downers and she zoned right out. It was the only way to control her when she got like that. You had no idea what she might do. She bit a maid in Venezuela one time. Took her ear clean off. That was hard to cover up.

W walked in. “Oh no Laura. Is Mom acting out again?” “Yeah she is. I drugged her up. She was pissed about what the Donald said. She even mentioned Atlantic City. You better have your shit together if you are going to South Carolina. You know the Donald might bring up your Dad and that Don King thing.” “Crap. That damn Jeb always lands me in it.”

You see back in the day we were all good friends with the Donald. Both W and his Daddy liked to gamble a little. They would fly into Atlantic City for the fights or just for the weekend. Boy’s night out. I didn’t care. I trusted W. But it burned Bab’s ass. She was always bitching and moaning and crying whenever they went to AC. Now Poppy would bullshit her and tell her they were visiting Trump to collect the pay-offs for the Trilateral commission. But she knew that was bullshit.

Anyhoo this one time they flew in for a Tyson fight. I think he was fighting Alex Stewart in the Convention Center. Don King was promoting it and invited Poppy and W and the boys to check out the fights and stay at the Plaza. Of course Jeb tried to pussy out because Consuela wouldn’t let him out of her sight. But Poppy forced him to come. You see he wanted to make a man out of him.

When the boys get to AC the Donald had laid it all out for them. A suite at the Trump Plaza. Front row seats at the fight. Tickets to the after party. Which was always a hell of a party in those days when Tyson was unbeatable. He bitch slapped Stewart in one round and then the party started. Now Trump had just started screwing around with Marla Maples in those days. She was a hot young thing. She was at the party with a bunch of girls. Some actresses. Show girls. Cocktail waitresses. A hooker for Tyson to rape. You know. The usual suspects.

The unusual thing was that the Donald had invited Lola Falana. Now Poppy Bush was infatuated with her beyond all reason. He loved to watch her on Dean Martin and would rub one out when Babs wasn’t lookin’. So it was an extra special treat that she was there at the party. My old friend Joey Heatherton was there as well and W was catching up with her and talking about the old days. The problem was as it always is: Jeb.

You see Babs had called Jeb on his cellphone and wanted to know what was going on. Little did we know that she had flown into AC and was planning to surprise Poppy. She badgered Jeb and demanded to know where they were. He folded like a cheap suitcase. Even though Trump had invited Charo for him. He told his Mama the Room Number and everything. And of course she barged in.

Now it was quite the scene as W described it to me. Trump had Marla on his lap. And Poppy was getting a lap dance from Lola Falana. Don King was fingering Della Reese. Tyson was banging some video ho on the table and everyone else was cheering him on. That ended right quick. Old Babs waded in and went bat shit crazy. Hit Tyson over the head with a giant ashtray. Punched Marla Marples in the snoot. Pulled off Lola’s weave. Gave Poppy a shiner. It was a giant mess. It took forever for the Secret Service to break it up. And that wasn’t the worst part.

You see Babs is a vindictive old beyotch. As soon as she got home she dropped a dime to Ivana Trump. Called up and told her all about Marla. You see she had the FBI give her a copy of her file and sent it over to Ivana so she could use it in the divorce. There were photos and tapes and everything.  Donald never got over it. He has hated the Bushes ever since. Especially Jeb. The stoolie.

This is not going to end well.

Racism at the Oscars

I haven't posted about the controversy about the Oscars. I mean it would be a perfect post at Lem's but he would delete what I have to say since he is a card carrying cuckservative.

It seems that a big segment of the douche bags of color community is up in arms at the lack of nominations of African Americans in the Oscar. They are absolutely right. The fact that there were no superior performances by black actors does not matter. A quota must be established so an equal amount of Oscars should go to Black actors every every year. Even if they didn't make a movie this year. I mean how can they ignore the life time achievements of Jimmy JJ Walker or Sherman Hemsley? Fred Re Run Berry surely deserves an Oscar instead of some simpering moron like Leonado De Caprio or an old fart like Robert DeNiro. It is ludicrous that a seminal beauty and thespian phenomena like Shirley Hempill has been denied lo these many years! Take that statue away from Meryl Streep and bestow it on Oprah where it really belongs! When will the artistry of Marlon Wayan's finally be recognized?

I plan to boycott the Oscar telecast this year. Well I wasn't going to watch it anyway. It conflicts with the the Real Housewives. But I am not watching in solidarity with my Black brothers and sisters who have been treated so shamefully.

Whose that Girl?

She costarred in a Wyatt Earp that I watched last night and had on a pointy bullet bra. She made a bunch of Westerns and Sci/Fi things on TV and the movies in the 1950's. A pure B-lister but a pretty girl who didn't take herself two seriously.

Whose that girl?

More adventures in Obamacare!

So I bring a list of all of our medications to transfer from CVS to Rite Aid because our insurance will no longer pay CVS. They said it would be easy. Which of course it was not.

You see some of the prescriptions were called in and they are not transferable. So I have to get new prescriptions from the doctor. Who is not reachable on the weekend. Normally they would give me a few pills to tide us over but now they can't because I won't be filling it at CVS and Rite Aid needs a new one.

It is all fucked up.

Sarah reveals it to us!

Yes. She is endorsing Trump. She knows that he is the one who is going to win. Plus she can stick it to the establishment.

It is a good move in my book. It will help Trump because people who hate her will never vote for him anyway.

If you like your CVS you can keep your CVS!

Obamacare is the gift that keeps on giving. I go to the CVS to pick up our pills and they tell me that they do not take our insurance anymore. I have Oxford which is United Health Care which is one of the biggest companies. So how is it that they don't take it. They took it in Florida last month for crying out loud. They told me I had to go to Rite-Aid or Walgreens which are blocks away.

I understand that they are not paying the monies due or something. These insurance companies are going out of business left and right. I got dropped from my prior company because they do not do small business plans with a husband and wife group. So we had to get personal coverages which I found out that they are dropping this year so I have to find another company. Unless something changes.

It never gets old!

I agree with Trump.

The NFL is pussying out these days. Just sayn'

A certain type of New York Values on Display!

Teenage girl and father who claimed she was gang raped in Brooklyn park are lying, says lawyer after they fail to pick suspects from line up

• Five teenagers accused of gang raping 18-year-old girl in a Brooklyn park
• Girl and father said to be drinking together on the night of alleged attack 
• They claim the boys drove father away at gunpoint, took turns raping her 
• Suspects said father was having sex with the girl when they first arrived 
• Teens identified as Denzel Murray, 14, Shaquell Cooper and Ethan Phillip, both 15, and Onandi Brown, 17 

Daily Mail online By Jay Akbar For Mailonline and Snejana Farberov For Dailymail.com Jan 14, 2016

A lawyer defending one of the five teenage boys accused of gang raping an 18-year-old girl in a Brooklyn park has dismissed her allegations as a total lie.

Spencer Leeds, representing 17-year-old suspect Onandi Brown, said she and her father, who was with her the night of the alleged attack, failed to pick any of the first four suspects from a police lineup.

The alleged victim and her father said the teenagers approached them at the park, scared him away at gunpoint and took turns raping her.

Ted Cruz told the truth.....and so did The Donald?

Ted Cruz was spot on when he was talking about "New York Values." As a rabid right wing conservative I have to hide my views from everyone I come in contact with in New York. Other than the guys who I grew up with who all feel the same. There is an underground conservative subculture here in NYC but the prevalent values of those of Andy Cuomo  and Comrade Bill De Blasio. Trump knows how to maneuver in that climate. He swims in it comfortably as a Real Estate Shark.

Trump has the values of an upper East  Side Jewish Real Estate developer. That is his milieu. That is his bailiwick. Very socially liberal but suspicious of the schwatzes and the latino's. His eyes are wide open don't kid yourself.

Cruz's apology was a thing of beauty. He laid it right out. He doesn't have to worry about the Times or Cuomo or anyone else who would never vote for him in a million years. Trump did that for him. He can give zero fucks and word it as strong as he wants. Because Trump will say something even tougher.

I wouldn't cry crocodile tears like the pansies in the press and New York Politicians did about Cruz. They dis the rest of country enough as it is. They should just take the hit and hit back if they want. That is what a man does.

They might be Giants?

Going on the Internet is a chore these days!

I have been exceptionally busy lately. What with our trip to Florida and business stuff I haven't had time to blog much. Or to follow other blogs.

I used to read a whole bunch of stuff but my approach has gotten a lot more selective. I usually look at Instapundit, Legal Insurrection, Vox Day, Ace of Spades, Briebart and Hot Air. I have dropped a bunch of places like RedState, Powerline, Turley and of course the Evil Blogger Lady who I haven't visited in more than two years. Not our Evil Blogger Lady of course because that cow is very funny. In fact I visit the blogs on my sidebar frequently. I just don't comment much anymore.

I guess I am a true Trump voter. I am pissed off and I don't want to bring my venting everywhere anymore. You can't say what you really think. Or at least what I really think. Because if you do you end up like Anthony Cumia or the bakers who have to pay $100,000 for not baking a cake. So it is better to step back and be concerned with your own things and let the rest of it pass you by.

I really respect the tack that Michael Haz took. He stepped back and very infrequently engages these days. I am sure he has a lot to say. But like me I think he realizes that there are very few willing to listen. So it is better to pull up a chair in the cabin in the woods and enjoy the passing parade.

I have buckled down and started writing my books again. I hope to finish at least one of them by the late spring. I don't know if I can pull it off but I am going to try. As a consequence this is the only place you will be able to catch my bullshit. Just sayn.

Nimrata Randhawa Haley tells us to sit down and shut up!

So the Governor of South Carolina Nimrata Randhawa Haley gave the GOP response to Barack Hussien Obama's State of the Union. You know I think it is a good policy to call everyone by their full name. The name that there parents gave them. The name on their birth certificates and christening documents or whatever documents the Sikhs or the Muslims have. Just to level the playing field.

In any event Nimrata decided to chide the loud voices and told us lowlifes to sit down and shut up and listen to our betters. You know people like Ryan and McConnell who vetted her speech and gave her the gig. She went after Trump and Cruz and anyone who did not buy the establishments bromides hook line and sinker. She is getting gushing praise from the Democrats, the Obama administration and the cuckservatives at joints like RedState.com. Of course she is trying to back peddle it now but it was eminently clear where she was coming from.

It is part and parcel of the attempt to wrest the nomination from either Trump or Cruz to some Rhino savior. There is a lot of talk that Paul Ryan is the one who will come out of the convention as the nominee based on machinations of the establishment. I tell you this. If that happens the Republican party will be as dead as Murphy's dick.

Conservative Rabid Puppy Vox Day gives a great analysis of this in his excellent blog Vox Popoli. Well worth a read.

Bone Tomahawk! What a waste!

I love Westerns. Watch them all the time. I especially like Kurt Russell westerns. Along with Sam Elliott he is one of the few stars who has been in quality Westerns the last twenty years. I won't go see that schmucks Tarrentino's latest bullshit because of what he pulled with the Black Lives Matters Crap so I was excited to see a new Kurt Russell western on Amazon Prime.

Big mistake.

The title was "Bone Tomahawk." I thought it would be an old fashioned Cowboys and Indian shoot em up. But I was mistaken. You see it is all about cannibal Indians and stuff. I just didn't dig it in the least. Stilted dialogue and a crap plot. I couldn't even finish it. It came off as really cheaply made. So I just lasted through about two thirds of the movie. It was not worth it.

Not recommended.

I have switched my night time viewing to Youtube!

I have switched my night time viewing when I am in bed from Netflicks to Youtube. It seems that various knuckleheads post entire episodes of my favorite old time TV shows on Youtube. Usually it is a foreigner so there might be subtitles in Spanish or German or something but that is fine. I got a new pair of Blue tooth wireless headphones so I just put the ipad on the dresser and put the ear plugs in and listen away until I fall asleep.

There are a lot of great shows available. The Munsters. Car 54. Bewitched. Gunsmoke. Bonanza. And the one I have been watching from the beginning of the series. "The Life and Legend of Wyatt Earp." It is perfect for me. Just enough to keep my interest but slow enough that I can just nod  out and fall asleep. Highly recommended.

An all time record! I lasted one day as a commenter on RedState!

I just got banned from RedState.com because of my comments and a diary I put up. That didn't take long.

Red State is another one of these cuckservative sites that will drop you in a minute because of political correctness. Not that I said anything that bad. I just didn't buy that Trump was like Hitler. I put up a diary to that effect and one of the main Trump haters who is a moderator banned me. Fair enough. Like most places these days it is not worth the effort.

I only went there because I saw that Evi posts there and I decided to experiment. Epic fail.

Oh well. Another site I will not be visiting anymore.

May the Shwarzer be with you!

Just until the end of his term.

We hope.

It's State of Union time again!

So you know you have to look for alternatives because you are not going to listen to that shit head.

I am attempting to catch up on all the stuff I missed while away in Florida. The kids like to watch movies instead of TV so we caught a flick every night. So I am catching up on the Housewives  and American Idol and all of the fun things in life.

There was a Holiday episode of "Call the Midwife" and "Downton Abbey" and "When Calls the Heart." They were all a lot of fun.

I will be catching up with Idol tonight.

Gimme that sandwich!

So I have been eating very carefully these days. Even on vacation in Florida. My daughter is a food Nazi so she doesn't let me get away with anything under her watch. But we had a brief window when all the girls went to get their hair cut. We googled Philly Cheese Steak Sandwich and this shop came up that was about ten minutes away.

Now Florida is I guess like a lot of suburbs. Strip malls all over the place. This joint was in a small half abandoned one. When we pulled in there were five stops. Three empty ones. One hero shop. And one that said Smoke Shop. I went "Holy shit this is the place for me. Hero's and cigars. It could be 1986." Of course I was misinformed. This joint sold vapor cigarettes which is the new thing I guess. Who knew?

Anyhoo we go into this place which was like a retarded Subway's without any Child Molesters. Or at least I hope not. There was the owner who was a nasty piece of work who groused the whole time we were there. I could tell he hated us. His half a retard hispanic of the books worker made that sandwich. This guy just stood there and bitched to the other customer in the joint who must have been a regular. We sat at the place to eat which put his nose out of joint. It didn't stop him from telling us his life story at the top of his voice as he grumbled to his regular. It seems he is divorced and his kids come over every weekend and two nights a week. So he generously offers to put in for food with the new broad he is shacked up with. But is seems she went to Walmart and ran up a $500 bill on his credit card. Which freaked him out. He tells the guy "Hey I want to be fair. I will contribute to the household expenses. You know toilet paper and toothpaste and shit. I figure a $100 a week and we split the cost of the beer."

White people problems.

No. White trash problems.

We just sat there and enjoyed our greasy sandwiches. They were great actually. But I wouldn't want to be around for another floor show. Strictly take out from now on.

The definition of a cuckservative!

If we go to the commies douche bags at Wikipedia it is described as follows:
"Cuckservative" is a neologistic epithet.^[1] It is a portmanteau of the word "cuckold" and the political designation "conservative", and has become an increasingly popular pejorative label used within the conservative movement in the United States. One definition of "cuckservative" defines it as a conservative who sells out,^[8] having bought into all of the key premises of the left,^[5]and is enthralled with liberal values. Social conservatives who use the term condemn what they see as Republicans running on socially conservative values to appeal to their base during an election cycle, only to use vote trading to compromise on those values while in office. The term "cuckservative" similarly impugns that male Republicans are humiliated though their actions while feeling thrilled and excited from their own degradation because of the abandonment of their own moral standards.  American political writers have suggested that the term is racially charged by being seemingly derived from agenre of interracial pornography in which a white married woman spurns her white husband for sex with a black man.^{[13][11][14][15]} This concept is itself rooted in ideas of interracial sex being taboo and the stereotype of black men being more sexually active than white men, and in this context the fact that African-Americans are particularly prone to support the Democratic party."

Now I don't know what the actual proper definition of the term might be. Like the term Rhino it fits a certain type of faux conservative. Commenter's like Vox Day and other right thinkers attach it as a matter of course to most of the Republican Establishment. I know that there was a mini-controversy at Red State.com when the head mook Eric Erickson was termed a cuckservative when he shit his pants and dis-invited Trump from the Red State convention for some politically incorrect remarks. Most of the establishment smear the people who use it as racists and rabid right wingers. You know the stuff that the Democrats smear us with all the time. You see there is not a dime worth of difference between them.

The perfect example of a cuckservative in action was Douche Lord John Kasich who attacked Trump for removing a Muslim protester who was disrupting his rally. The audience booed and catcalled and Kasich pissed his panties and said that was"Not what the Republican Party is all about." He thinks it is about tax cuts for the wealthy and mass immigration for the Chamber of Commerce. 

The rise of Trump is the rise of a revolt against political correctness. I don't know if he holds many conservative opinions. I don't know if he holds any conservative opinions. I do know he will let fly with what he thinks without fear or favor. That is enough for me to give him my vote. And many of the Rhino cuckservatives are developing a "strange new respect" for Trump as it increasingly seems that he could win it all. You see they want jobs. A rice bowl conquers all.

What burns my ass is when people tell you what you can say. They don't have to support it. They don't have to sign on to it. But they can't tell you that you can't say it because it "offends" somebody. Later for that shit. I don't have time for that anymore. 

The President of all the people?

The current stand off out west is very interesting for a lot of reasons. It is people taking things into their own hands and protesting injustice. In this case it was the onerous mandatory minimum prison sentence given to some ranchers who were convicted of arson for setting a fire on their own land that moved over to government land. They had already been in jail but are being sent back due to an appeals court ruling that said they have to spend five years due to the mandatory minimum sentencing law. The government is abiding by the letter of the law and sending the Hammonds to jail.

Now a group of activist lend by the Bundy's have occupied a government building. They have guns. They carry guns. That is what they do out West. They have open carry. The liberals and the media are shitting their pants. They are not worried about savages raping and pillaging a CVS for drugs but white people with guns scare the shit out of them.

There is one simple way to defuse the situation without blood shed. Obama could just pardon the Hammonds. He has made a big deal about how we have to change the Criminal Justice system. Stop using mandatory minimums that lead to unjust and onerous sentences. Of course he is only worried about Drug Dealers and Muslims. You know people like him. Or like him in his younger days. So there is no way he is going to give white westerners a pardon. Even if it is in his interest to defuse a potentially deadly situation without losing face. He can do it and use it to make his point about reforming sentencing and take an argument away from the militia types.

But Obama will not do that. Because he is not the President of all the people. Just some of the people. the people who look like him. Who think like him.

That is why Trump will become President. Watch and see.

This is why TLC didn't want me to have a travel show!

What you lookin' at

I tried to enjoy myself today reading my kindle. The first inkling well duckling that something was up was when this big fat black duck swam by.

I knew something was up. You can't trust ducks. Especially the black ones. Just sayn'

Next thing you know we are having a beef.

He couldn't take it the bitch. He had to go and his crew and come back to try to intimidate me. But it didn't work.

He was a persistent bastard. He had to go out to get reinforcements.  They like to travel in packs. Or gaggles or whatever. But I don't care.

I just wanted to read my freaking kindle.

It's important to keep up your families traditions every year.

Everyone has their Holiday traditions. Caroling. Decorating the tree. Going to Costco.

Every year we go to Florida to visit the family during the Holidays. We hit all of the stores to get supplies because Grandpa is there and he is cooking up a storm. So we go to Penn Dutch to get meat and veggies. Now Whole Foods to get condiments and gluten free supplies. And of course Costco to pick up stuff in bulk.

Now of course there is a Costco in Brooklyn but I never go there. It is too far and you need a car. But in Florida we rolled right up. Any you know what the best part of shopping in Costco is. Of course.

The Hot Dogs.

I begged and I pleaded and I got permission to have a hot dog. Man was I happy. I got on line and was able to score a nice dirty greasy hot dog. It was just like Nathans.

I ran right over to the condiment section and loaded up. I had to take my chance to have all the bad stuff in one shot because they watch me like a hawk. Relish. Onions. Deli Mustard. The works!

I managed to gobble it down from the door of Costco to the car. I was one happy dude. A greasy Hot Dog and a Mountain Dew. I felt like a native Floridian.

Merry Christmas to me!

Carmelo Anthony gets it wrong......as usual

So New York Knick Loser Carmelo Anthony called for gun control after another Knick forward got robbed and shot after a night out partying. When asked about Cleanthony Early who got jacked, shot and robbed when returning from a strip club with his ho, the choker said: "I mean we’ve got to do something,” Anthony warned. “I mean you feel it. I felt it in Baltimore, in that situation, the Freddie Gray situation, and I’m feeling it now with a teammate of mine that’s much closer. It’s just something that we have to do. We’ve got to figure it out. I don’t know how we figure it out. I don’t have the answers. I’m pretty sure a lot of people are working on trying to figure that out. But we have to do something. We have to figure that part out.”

Now this was after another Knick forward Derrick Williams got robbed of $750,000 in jewelry by two ho's he brought back to his crib from the "Club." Now first of all you are looking for trouble bringing back two ho's for a three way. But who the hell has that much jewelry laying around?

These ballplayers of typical of today's NBA. They get big contracts...blow all the money....then are out begging for handouts on the corner. I much prefer the old school guys like Clyde Frazier who still has the first pair of platform shoes and big purple pimp hat that he ever bought. I know because he wore them on the Knick's broadcast the other night.

Now Carmelo Anthony is your typical moron ballplayer. What the fuck does Freddie Gray have to do with guns? He was a skell who was tuned up by other black dudes and died in custody. Now the savages did go wild killing each other with guns breaking records this year. But that is just Manny being Manny. Or Jamal being Jamal as it were. The Ferguson Effect was in full force as the cops  pulled back and the natives reverted to their natural state of violence and depravity. 

Someone should school Melo. It's not the guns that need to be controlled. Just sayn'