Category Archives: Scribbles

Moms United

Finally…. After forty-one years of President Nixon’s War On Drugs, a group of mothers has organized—just as women did to help end Prohibition.

Their children have been imprisoned (or legally murdered) for nonviolent drug offenses and these California women want the political, social and law enforcement madness to finally stop.

MomsUnited: To End The War On Drugs

“It hasn’t saved anybody, it hasn’t changed anything, it’s created chaos in neighborhoods and shootings, it’s stupid….”

Amen. Happy Mother’s Day.

The Nazis were anti-capitalist socialists

Let’s get something straight, all you leftie boys and girls. Inconvenient as it may be to Democrat socialists like yourself, Uncle Barry, Aunt Hillary and their cronies, history is history. You can only twist it so far to suit your own fantasies. So calling their free-market conservative and libertarian opponents fascists and Nazis is, at best, ignorant.

Adolph Hitler’s political party, which carried him to power, was called the National Socialist German Workers Party. Yep. These soak-the-rich, anti-business, anti-capitalist Nazis created social health & welfare programs for all Germans considered to be good Aryans. It was an early, racist version of Obamacare.

German Jews, of course, were excluded, along with other such undesirables as gypsies and homosexuals—except, uh, for the homosexuals of the Nazi Party who were smart enough to keep it to themselves, in a sort of early version of Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell.

So when you Democrat socialists (but I repeat myself) insist the Nazis were nasty right-wing conservatives, I don’t merely swoon at your stupidity, I point you to this page at Wikipedia, or this humorous blogger’s post, or, best of all, to buy and read this bestselling book, all of which summarize the shocking truth rather neatly.

WaPo flexes its muscles

Mittens was a mean and naughty high school student who tormented gays and women? Back in 1965? Well, he is a white male heterosexual, so what can you expect?

This American newspaper journalism is powerful stuff. Thank goodness the WaPo is there in the backfield of the eunuch court media to help get Uncle Barry re-elected, even if he and his Democrat socialist pals have (only temporarily, mind you) screwed up the economy.

So don’t look behind the curtain of this superb piece of reportage (a Pullet Surprise winner if there ever was one) when the naysayers include Romney’s alleged victim. Must be brainwashed, or bought off. Has to be.

And certainly not this major source who claims he was misquoted.

We will not be fooled. Not us. No siree. Forward, into ever-higher unemployment!

UPDATE:  The rest of the WaPo’s political hit-piece also seems to be imploding. But it’s only an illusion. Avert your eyes.

Our Palestinian allies

Look like the Klan, don’t they? But, hey, it’s okay. They’re with the Religion of Peace. That’s why Uncle Barry recently overrode congress to give them another $192 million of your tax money.

Good riddance to Lugar

Not only is it good to see the Tea Party once more help nominate a new congress critter, but that they trounced that worm from Indiana Dick Lugar, a RINO if there ever was one.

But I didn’t know that he didn’t even maintain a home in the state he allegedly represented in the Senate. He charged the taxpayers for a hotel room in the state capital, instead. Now that’s a real weasel for you.

The weenie-in-chief

Never served a minute in the military. Had to be taught how to return the salutes of soldiers required by military law to salute him.

Yet, President Weenie insists that HE took out Osama bin Laden. With his bare hands? While Michelle was vacationing? Before he put in eighteen holes of golf? What a stupid schmuck.

Back when you could drink and drive

Absolutely true. It was 1978, when I moved back to Texas, that you could still set an open can of beer (or an open bottle of bourbon, if you were so inclined) between your legs as you drove. And if you got stopped for speeding (which wasn’t very likely) the cop wouldn’t say a thing about the booze.

Ah, those were the days, as JD Allen (The Mouth of the Brazos) remembers.