A FEW WORDS ABOUT NON-STORIES.
I’m not a political expert. I didn’t stay at a motel chain and pretend
that I am one, but I do have an opinion.
On the Confederate flag…that’s one of those 15 minutes of fame things. The people who see nothing wrong with it,
you stand over here, and the people that see that it represents hate, you stand
over there. This is the way it’s been
and I’ll bet a steak dinner that this is the way it’s going to remain. Oh sure, one side or the other may gain or
lose a few people but by and large it will remain as I’ve described it. In the market place you have(or had) a
choice…you could buy a Confederate flag or not. Now, due to mass hysteria, that choice has
been taken away.
Another non-story is anything
concerning that pipsqueak, Ariana Grande.
Just tell her that if she dislikes this country so much, get
the hell out and find another that suits her. As a matter of fact, nothing about
celebrities is of interest when compared to national defense. The main character in Fiddler On The Roof observes
that if you’re rich they think you know, and that’s nowhere near being
true. If you listen to some of these
celebrities they sound like idiotic children, complete with bad grammar.
The sworn enemy of the United States
(and no, I’m not talking about the President this time), is patiently
waiting for us to implode. The story
goes that a high-echelon Imam said that the west has watches, while Islam has
the calendar. Another interpretation of
that means that if something takes one hundred years to accomplish, they will
take the time to get it done. So, if
you’re assigning priorities, the safety of the country should be number
one…because if that fails, everything else doesn’t matter. In our dealings with Iran we have
Tweedle dee and Tweedle dum in charge.
While Iran’s
top guys are yelling “Death To America” and “Death To Israel” we’re giving away
the farm and allowing them to continue on the path to obtaining a nuclear
weapon…or several…while declaring that climate change is the biggest threat.
Now a few words about that San Francisco murder
recently. He’s in San
Francisco because it’s a sanctuary city and, if you don’t know what
that is, a sanctuary city is a term given to a city in the United States or Canada that follows certain
practices that protect Illegal immigration.
The term generally applies to cities that do not allow municipal funds
or resources to be used to enforce federal immigration laws, usually by not
allowing police or municipal employees to inquire about an individual's
immigration status. The recent murder
of a woman in San Francisco,
by an illegal alien(who had been deported 5 times and had a rap sheet a mile
long) was a good example. He chose San Francisco because it
IS a sanctuary city. Since there were
eyewitnesses, and he has confessed to the shooting, there is no need for a
trial. Take him to the back of the jail,
he can either kneel or stand, and you put one large-caliber bullet in the back
of his head. Period. No long drawn-out trial, no feeding and
taking care of him, and definitely no chance he’ll ever do that, or anything
else, ever again.
In another instance of a
non-story, the changing of team names. The
other day, president Obama demonstrated the ability of a president to issue an
executive order, regardless of how beleaguered he happens to be. Or,
apparently, regardless of how little sense it makes. He said in a speech ..."How can we hope
to secure the blessings of democracy on foreign lands if the bombs we drop on
them have hurtful, outmoded names," said the president. "Therefore I
have issued an executive order, effective immediately, changing the name of the
Tomahawk Cruise Missile to the Freedom Missile." I find that rather curious. The United
States Navy owns roughly 3,500 Tomahawk cruise missiles of all types. Their
combined worth is $2.6 billion. The Navy estimates that "rebranding"
these missiles will cost nearly $3.5 million. So, my friends and fellow citizens, you now
understand one more reason why your taxes are so high in this great land of
ours. But I am still wondering something. I really do not understand how the
name of the bomb is gonna matter to someone when we drop it on them. They ain't gonna like it much no matter what
we call the damn thing. Oh
well, I'm not the president…but if I was things would be different! Why is it, I wonder, that it takes a national
tragedy to pull us together? Another
thing that I find curious and that is that the United States doesn’t ordinarily
make the first strike. That, in itself,
could be fatal, or nearly so.
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