Might I Suggest Columbia?

Last night Dana Falls entered the halls of legend. I've seen this before. I looked into the eyes of my daughter in law one afternoon and realized that little Jewish Body wasn't big enough to contain that spirit the world had come to know as IJackie. Dana put on Jackie’s shoes last night, and picked up the flag of truth. 

The personality I dubbed “Beetlejuice” has been sparring with Dana for months. It started out simple enough. Beetlejuice wouldn't know the truth if it ran up and bit him in he ass. He grabs things out of the air that have absolutely no basis in reality. From huge offshore bank accounts to lunch dates with Donald Trump his imagination knows no limitations. According to him he has built mansions on Long Island, negotiated with the Mafia and instigated massive lawsuits that brought down the city of Samokin, New Jersey. Touting being a millionaire, a quick Google search reveals a net worth of  $4,000 to $250,000 depending on which reading you accept. His criminal record is also easily attainable, and he denies it, but another very public search reveals his parole date.

He devised a plan to revitalize the town of Samokin, and approached the city council with a proposed budget of thirteen million dollars to follow it through. The council smelled smoke in his Samokin deal and said, “Naw!” Never to be one to miss a beat he then turned on a dime claiming to have “private investors” and accused the council of “setting him up.” He really missed his calling because his YouTube videos garnered about 80,000 views each. It wasn't bad, but he was no i Jackie. 

During this series he became entangled with a conflict of interest involving a towing business and decided it was time to jump parole. You know, that parole he wasn't on, or really wasn't on or . . . well, you know. In a brilliant stroke he continued his video career taunting Federal Marshalls, that's right, FEDERAL marshals, and continued to do so until they slapped the cuffs on him in New York,  and took him back to the calaboose. 

When he got out he found his way to California where he devised something called “Rainmaker.” Wasn't a bad idea, real estate promotion, but the Murphy’s Law of Beetlejuice kicked in, and in short order he was “smoking” back to New Jersey with a new business plan. According to the Conservative Nation, his March for America marched to the tune of around ten thousand dollars for a “nationwide” effort to elect Donald Trump. Guess he told the truth because “The Donald” did win. This is my surprised face. 

He still runs March for America with an iron hand. During his three hour rambling videos if anyone excuses their self to go to the bathroom they are instantly labeled a “troll” and shown to the door by loyal lemmings who are hanging on every word that proceeds from the prophet’s mouth. His feeds are a mix of plagiarizing Alex Jones and others intermingled with guest shots of his family lamenting murderous attacks on them, and a huge dash of legal threats against the group of Housewives from Facebook who have figured him out, and make no secret about it. The funny part is he's GOOD at this. All his story line consists of is a jailhouse rock employed by all convicts trying to make parole A little of this, a dash of that, and presto! Cow paddie pie!. While Dana Falls was pulling his underwear down last night, exposing his entire ass, he was doing a feed against her, me, and others, and there wasn't a word of truth in ANY of it!  From vast estates on Long Island to saying the Federal Marshall's were “on the way” with the obligatory waving of the legal papers, of course. I was so upset that I tried to surrender today. Uh, if you will notice I'm back home writing this article instead.  

I like Beetlejuice.  I might owe this guy money. Book sales are rolling in, video hits are up, and every time he settles down I just stick a pin in his ass, and he fires right back up again. His trusty assistant, I call her Jane Hathaway, sits in some hotel room somewhere, and keeps the show going (Thank you Jane) and the Real Housewives of Facebook are on him like Micheal Moore on a ham sandwich. Life is GOOD! But, alas, all good things must end. Between failed T-Shirt orders and Mafia contracts this story will run its course and I'll move onto another story. He, I suppose will retire to somewhere that he has “offshore money.” May I suggest Columbia?

Flying Planes and Pigs

Flying planes and pigs. Write that down, there'll be a quiz later. The collapse of the World Trade Center has spawned the most conspiracy theories since the assignation of JFK. When you have such a catastrophic event there are three positions: Right, left, and somewhere in the middle. The right is total acceptance of the government line, i.e. an old man in a cave talked nineteen religious nuts into grabbing  planes and flying them unimpeded into the tallest buildings in the world. The left imagines that George Bush remotely controlled the planes while Dick Chaney computed stock options on Halliburton, and those that try to come up with a combination look for bombs planted within the buildings that gave the illusion of the planes bringing the buildings down all by themselves. 

The truth is always a combination of all three. No one position is absolutely correct. I've dodged peeling this onion for years, but I want to apply Simple Ol’ Boy logic here,  and see where it leads to. Let's look at what we know. Two jets absolutely DID hit the World  Trade Center on September 11, 2001. All the wild eyed theories that the images were superimposed at a later date, or the news networks were in some collusion with the government to enhance those images simply won't hold water. Get that idea out of your head. But, like Alex Jones points out, there IS a problem. Planes hit tall buildings all the time. One spectacular crash into an apartment building in Russia comes to mind. Only difference? That crash in Russia, and others, did NOT reduce said buildings to the pile of rubble we saw in New York on that day. With all the calculations put out by the “official” investigation about “pancake” effects of floors falling upon each other it's frankly hard to swallow that many pancakes. 

The plumes of smoke shooting out in advance below the collapsing floors lend credence to the possibility of some kind of explosive charge being employed to facilitate the destruction of the buildings, and that's plural boys and girls. Two perfect hits, and two buildings falling perfectly down into their own footprint. Even accepted controlled demolitions tilt this way or that. Three for three! Wish I could get those odds in Vegas. Just for good measure, building seven went down the exact same way, and they didn't even bother to provide the obligatory plane crash to spice it up.  GREEN BASTARD! When you analyze such an event you simply must differentiate between the possible, the impossible, and outhouse crazy. To subscribe to the government line is in the outhouse. 

So, the planes did impact the Center, but in all likelihood the ultimate fulfillment of this Islamic pipe dream occurred with a little help from our friends. Let's look at our friends, shall we? The majority of the hijackers that day were Saudis. Now, I'm not racially profiling, if it walks lake a duck, and prays like a duck, then it's a duck. These guys were a special kind of crazy. Religious vigor is one thing, incinerating one’s self in the hope of seventy-two hot dates in heaven is way down the other way, and throwing baseballs at the stands. The Saudis are NOT our friends. They wear sheets and kill pretty teenage girls for being pretty. They also kill homosexuals. DUDE! Make a choice!

When I wrote on the JFK thing, in conclusion I said do not ask IF Lee Harvey Oswald was in that window that day, but HOW did he get there, and WHO put him up there. Same thing here. Nineteen real guys knocked down three buildings and blew up a fourth. Now, boys and girls, these were not the brightest crayons in the box! They believe the Qu’ran for God’s sake! So, these cats commandeered four planes, turned around, three out of four achieved perfect hits, and not even ONE F-16 fired a single bullet. Flew into the Pentagon! Let's try a little test. Go rent a plane and fly over the White House. Heck, for that matter, put your baby daughter in a car and try to drive up the White House drive way. Take a little scenic flight over Fort Hood.  See how that works out for you. 

One of two possibilities roll out. Either George Bush WAS flying those planes, or he made sure that them that were had no problems at all. No problem boarding. No problem taking over the plane. Cell phone and air control traffic out the kazoo, but nobody noticed, and those that did were spinning around, sniffing glue like the air traffic controller in the movie, “Airplane!” If you believe that have I got a bridge for you, and it's on SALE! And what was the President of the United States doing long about this time? In a room with a bunch of kids, sucking lollipops and reading Mother Goose. I can give you free delivery on that bridge. 

It is virtually impossible for nineteen camel jockeys who can barely use toilette paper to engineer that attack without someone at LEAST providing a clear field of attack by  disabling, or pulling back the natural defenses provided by both civilian and military units in the continental United States. Is that racist enough for you. I got lots!  If the United States were to unleash its true military might on the entire Middle East their entire culture would last, oh say, fifteen minutes. Russia may take a half hour to eliminate them. But, the government would have us believe that the biggest attack EVER on US soil was pulled off by a bunch of salt water wetbacks under the guidance of some cat in a cave on a walking stick. There is your viable connection between those who controlled our government and those who controlled goats. 

Now, I'm not going to get all into holograms, where the bombs were placed, or mythical passports found in some  bar b q pit. I'm sticking with what I do know.  Buildings fell, THEY couldn't do it without help, and President Trump is about to open this box of chocolates and see what’s REALLY inside. Now, I'm just a Simple Ol’ Boy From Austin, and everyone is all scared of World War Three, but I’ll tell you how many nuclear bombs should be dropped if that should ever occur. ONE! Right smack dab on TOP of the Kaaba, and the world will be done with this whole sorry mess! 


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AMERICA FIRST!

The emotional roller coaster ride America has been on for the last eighteen months has both taken its toll, and shaped us. When Donald Trump stepped up to the plate most looked at that event as a publicity ploy. Last Friday the nation saw that he wasn't kidding! “America first!” It seems like a rather mundane campaign slogan, but the firestorm those words whipped up consumed the world. As the new president took the oath of office thousands spilled into the streets around the world losing their lunch, and that's a good thing because America BOUGHT them that lunch! The party’s over, and you don't have to go home, but you can't stay here!

When I rose Saturday morning I felt like something new was in the air. Something WAS different. There was an AMERICAN in the White House. An American who had lived the American dream, and wanted to share it with all of us, so he gave his dream to his kids and took a thankless job to reconstruct the shattered landscape that the former administration had left when it boarded that free flight for yet another round of golf. 

With our health care in shreds, our ally in the Middle East struggling to pull that knife out of its back that was so artfully placed the last month of the waning lame duck leadership, and Flint Michigan STILL without a glass of water to drink, PRESIDENT Trump took the reins of government, and began to break that wild horse our nation had become. And boys and girls, I really think he's gonna make the eight seconds! 

Lo! There was wailing, and gnashing of teeth, as the radical, demented left saw their dreams of a baby killing, uni-sex society crumble right before their eyes. From a woman screaming, “No!” at the top of her lungs to Madonna just BEGGING for a stint in Gitmo, it was glorious. We had been subjected to the perversions of the left for so long that we'd become accustomed to the fact that the aging singer had originally donned the title of the Blessed Mother of Jesus Christ as a deliberate blasphemy, thrown in the face of a Christian nation so many years ago. 

Well, now it's over! And there will be tears. As the deportations begin, the abortions subside, and the oil flows from Texas again the sun will shine just a little brighter. Children will go to school without having to read, “I have two daddies,” and young people will again apply for GOOD jobs where only rusting factories had once stood. “American Made” will again appear on products, and we have a president who is not afraid to say the words, “Radical Islam!” 

“America First!” I like the sound of it. There is no sin in loving your country. There is no evil in putting your shoulder to the wheel and pushing hard to achieve that goal, and there is no shame in casting out anyone who does not hold to that concept. The world is convulsing right now, but this will pass. As America again rises to prominence the world, in RESPECT, will fall in line. The nation that allowed bitter enemies from the last world war to rebuild a greater economy than they'd ever known will reshape itself, and the light of liberty will again beacon GOOD people to come here and help make AMERICA FIRST! 

The Social Contract

The Trajectory Of The Busted Social Contract Part I The Social Contract
By Brother Theo 
I recently re-read Rousseau's great work The Social Contract, not because I didn't get it at first; Rousseau simply argued that the right to govern and rule was not a legacy to be passed from one family member to another. No, I understood and agreed immediately with his notion that the people are sovereign, and that no king is divinely entitled to rule. I have ancestors who shed blood for that right, and every right thinking Americans heart is captivated by the phrase “we the people”. So I went back and read his book again. 
You know, I had to remind myself that we once believed in the right of the people to legislate and enforce the laws that they deemed fit and proper. Unfortunately, it's not like that now. . Once the notion that the only legitimate source of power is the power of the people takes the driver seat, it is sort of obvious that might does not make right. Just because “they” can force us to do something does not make us rightfully obliged to submit. This is black and white to me. No shades of gray. You, dear reader may disagree; that is your right. I remember plenty of people who ridiculed John Lennon for singing about power to the people. I also remember folks protesting the teaching of foreign language in public schools based on the argument that, if the English language was good enough for our lord Jesus Christ, well it was good enough for our children. And who can forget the powerful statement “keep your government hands off of my Medicare”? That one nearly got me to agree, I can tell you.

Now, these people are entitled, not only to their opinions, but to the expression of those opinions; not the least because there is probably some kernel of right in them. But they should not be entitled to govern my actions based on the way they feel. So that's about it. Don't trade freedom for slavery. And, oh yeah, property rights should be safeguarded, and legitimate possession of property should be proven by means and proportion of labor. There's more, but you really should read it yourself. And this ain't a book report. Sounds good for small groups of people, and in fact, this is how things still work in some small towns. But, what about a federal society? 
Well Rousseau deals neatly with that by separating sovereign from government. Self interest would naturally get in the way of the application of laws, so government is separated from sovereign. Listen to this crazy jive: under this plan, Vice Presidents would not be allowed to start foreign wars with resource rich countries and then award their companies no bid contracts to supply the military effort. Waaaaat? Crazy! Oh, and dig this nugget, presidents or Secretaries of State wouldn't be able to own companies that profited from trade agreements they arranged with other countries! Now that's just plain insane! Why, who would bother running in the first place? We'd be stuck with feeble minded idiots like Eisenhower, or Lincoln, the schmuck that ended slavery (long may he rot for his crime).

Alright, so there are a few minor glitches in the expression of the sovereign power of the people, you'll give me that much I suppose. WTO’s edict that only China may manufacture computers and internet equipment due to their exclusive rights to “rare earth”, an absolutely essential element in making internet compatible chips. I guess you could make a big fuss about a presidential election giving us Tom and Jerry as our only two choices (who doesn't like Tom and Jerry anyway), a media lamestream and otherwise owned by corporate interests only, my personal favorite, the conversion of the American dream to a terrifying spook house ride where you get off the gondola and head straight to your seventieth birthday wearing a cool Disney costume where you get to dance all day waving a sign in front of a car dealership; but that's just nit picky right? Doesn't that actually sound like a cool way to turn seventy? And, think of the exercise; you can give up your gym membership!

If you don't like the idea of the social contract, that's ok. The city of Geneva, Rousseau's home city burned it after all. Voltaire made a living making fun of the social contract, but then, he was an apologist for monarchism. If you don't like it, then you cannot really like the constitution though. And, if you don't like the constitution, why, that's ok too. Your right to not like it is actually guaranteed by that pesky rag. Like it or not though, it has been broken. Flying along pretty high due to the social contract, Americans have enjoyed an extraordinary century during which wealth was redistributed from billionaires to the less wealthy, mainly through unions and minimum wage laws, workplace safety rules, crap like that, giving ordinary people incentives to invent and work hard, all the while taking care of our aging parents and the disabled among us, giving us more time and money to build our own dreams. This in turn brought out loyalty in workers, and incentives to gain more competence and standing. Just when it got broken is unclear. 
My own belief is that after the west was cleared of troublesome things like outlaws, buffalo, and Indians, wild or otherwise, and the eastern banks had cached most of the gold and silver, it was time to get off the gold standard and base the value of money on raw materials and debt. There had been little need for a strong social contract before that point due to the fact that most of the nation had been living in nature, and each family worked hard simply to stay alive, taking care of their own. Nobody got very old then, and the disabled didn't last long either. About this time WWI struck, and fascism, a form of government where corporate monarchs legislated and enforced entirely without regard for the opinion of the people became quite popular. Great men like J. Gould, Henry (never complain, never explain) Ford, Randolph Hearst and the like pressured the stinking socialist unions with righteous violence, maiming and killing those who dared to question their right to rule. Heck, a young MacArthur even led a saber charge into a group of veterans who had the unmitigated gall to march on the White House asking for their separation pay. Not to mention the heroic bombing of striking miners who thought that they should be paid at all. The nerve of those guys!

So I suppose it was when the depression struck, and it looked like America could go under that the billionaires lost a round. Encouraged by his cousin Teddy's success in creating anti monopoly laws that essentially separated what little money the people had from that belonging to banks and corporate investors, the American people used their constitutional right to vote FDR into the catbird seat. Enraged by this, those heroes of fascism (see above, plus Prescott Bush and some other guys who didn't have enough money) attempted an actual military coup on the White House. Turns out that general Butler found the task not to his liking, and wound up supporting Roosevelt in the next election. So I'm thinking that 1933 began a period during which a faltering, but swiftly strengthened social contract began. The truth is, most of us would not be here without it. This is because Rousseau was right; the sovereign cannot apply the law even handedly, resulting in unstable economies with mostly young populations that have very short life expectancies.

I recall during George W. Bush’s second term, Rush Limbaugh gloating that FDR was thankfully, dead, and that soon all of his policies would be too. Dittos Rush! It would seem he was right, because now there are very few unions, actual retirement plans for working men and women are practically nonexistent, medical care and insurance are a huge joke unless you are, you know, rich, education is in the crapper, and the banks now use your money to gamble with again! Yeah, we crap canned Glass Steagall! BooYah!

In any case, combined studies show that since Citizens United got dropped on us, zero, that's right, zero legislation has passed without support from billionaires. The result of this is that our high flying social contract in buhroken, and we little folk are enjoying what I like to think of as a rapid descent that will fall somewhat short of the runway.

That's my case. We had a social contract; it can be read pretty much as the bill of rights. It's outlined nicely in the constitution. We must have hated it, because we have allowed every president since Reagan to attack it. We have loved Limbaugh and the lesser gods of fascism like they were our saviors. Heck, we even let them redefine what it means to be a conservative or a liberal. That bastion of steadfast loyalty Newt the Poot was right; we are useful idiots, and we did hunt liberals with dogs. To extinction. 
I guess if you made it to the end of this, you might be tough enough for part two. Those of you who read me know I like to do series, so stay tuned for part two, The Social Contract Sabotaged. 

Fearless Leader

cult
kəlt/
noun
1. a system of religious veneration and devotion directed toward a particular figure or object.
"the cult of St. Olaf"
o a relatively small group of people having religious beliefs or practices regarded by others as strange or sinister.
"a network of Satan-worshiping cults"
synonyms: sect, denomination, group, movement, church, persuasion, body, faction
"a religious cult"
o a misplaced or excessive admiration for a particular person or thing.
"a cult of personality surrounding the leaders"
synonyms: obsession with, fixation on, mania for, passion for, idolization of, devotion to, worship of, veneration of
"the cult of eternal youth in Hollywood"

Theology is man’s feeble attempt to explain the unexplainable.

Everyone has a “God Hole” in their head. We are born with no information, and from breath one we seek to fill the unexplainable with explanations. Some find their own answers, but most of us rely on the ideas given to us by parents, friends, and of course some form of religion. Now religion is simply defined by whatever fills your God Hole. The major component of this is faith. At some point there are factors that simply can't be proven out so there must be an element of faith simply because we feel this or that to be true and the gears simply won't turn without acceptance of the basic premise.

Be it evolution, creationism or the flat earth theory, they all have some element of faith involved where the facts fall short of one hundred percent proof. Where there is rational understanding and new ideas entering this is healthy because once the God Hole is functional it generates a world view which guides us through our day, indeed, our life. Mostly facts, but a little faith goes a long way when it comes to direction. When this normal flow is taken over by an idea, person, or belief then the result is a cult.

People tend to think of a cult as being religious, and while that is true in most cases it doesn't cover all incidents of blind obedience to one idea or one person. Many cults are political in nature and the effects on the members are exactly the same as belonging to the religious type. As the mix changes the cult/bread will bake. What starts out as a lot of fact with a dash of faith morphs into almost no facts and blind faith in the idea, or person replacing all reasoning ability for the adherents. The reason this is tolerated is that it is easier to follow than to lead, and once  you follow long enough you become comfortable with letting someone else do the thinking because by that time you're too busy keeping up with the rules, because the worse thing in the world is to end up with an empty God Hole, and have to start all over again!

Cults begin with open doors to gain members. Almost imperceptibly those doors close one by one. About this time a pecking order emerges. Those chosen to rise to prominence appear to have the authority delegated to them by  “The One,” but this is an illustration. This polyester “royalty” is more likely to fall from grace faster than the rank and file. This is because while the ordinary members are allowed to pray, pay, and obey, the ruling class have been given the secrets of the kingdom, not power, just the secrets, and when they defect even the slightest, they must go!

In  a cultish situation there may be priests, directors, or advisors, but when in full bloom all power flows from “The One.” You begin to see those who are “in house” and of course those in the “out house.” No one can bask in the wisdom of “The One” forever so then you see defections, lists of disgraced members and attacks on the credibility of the heretics, who will usually ban together to form a group that counters the original cult, or in particular, “The One.”

This causes the master baker  to crank the oven up a bit, and you begin to see major flaws. Those on the outside will smell the smoke, however those on the inside of the oven, with a full God Hole will continue to follow the party line, and if things get a bit too hot  then Fearless Leader will just throw  a few more heretics on the fire, and add more faith to the mix until all you have is burned bread with no yeast what so ever.

From within, in spite of all the misgivings, all the turmoil, and all the empirical evidence, at this point the survival of the cult i.e. Fearless Leader becomes job one. And the noose tightens the leader becomes more rash, adding even more legions to the opposition and top the scales until the house of cards, which is by now built on total falsehood,  comes tumbling down, leaving Fearless Leader defrocked, and the adherents thereof stumbling around with their God Holes blown out, looking for new direction. Can I have an “Amen?”

March For America

March For America was a grassroots effort that basically had no roots, but rather was directed from the top down, that direction stemming from the  ambitions of one man rather than the wishes of the members constituting the membership looking for new directions to restore America to greatness. Riding the tide of popular public opinion, that which catapulted Donald J. Trump, the members of the organization felt the groundswell of change, and believed that the efforts of the group were in concert with the growing mood of the nation. This was an illusion, perpetrated by the sole ownership of the political group by that man who wielded absolute power over the minds, and will of the members thereof.

While strong leaders are desired, absolute leaders are a detriment to the evolving philosophy of any movement where differing opinions, or answers are suppressed as the leadership strives to perpetuate its grip on the people who while feeling the euphoria of unified purpose cannot see that only blind ambition exists. Power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely, and in short order March For America was absolutely corrupt. Ideas and input were suppressed, and members supposedly in positions of influence quickly realized that they were in fact only placeholders at the mercy of the real power which was at the very top resting in the hands of one man. What could have been a resurgence of American idealism was reduced to a series of failed marches, infighting, threats, and fear.

Are the members of this organization evil? No! The dream that led them into the movement came with good heart. That heart is still there, but drawn into a personality cult that has blinded them to the light that drew them in the first place. If they can be shown that light again the dream within their souls will rise, and the spirit that formed the movement will resurrect, with new vigor. How do we do this?

We reach out. We have been warned not to communicate with members for they are the sole property of the party. We have been told that there are dire consequences should we even utter the holy name of the high priest, or the organization, and the members have been instructed to resist communication with anyone who has been excommunicated. This, in and of itself shows the true spirit that is over March For America at the present time which is directly opposite of the foundation that was presented originally. If any member should question the edicts of the party they are immediately subject to the Inquisition, forever banned from even expression of the simplest thoughts.

But, we can resist. We are the Army of the Dead, and from our ashes the movement will live once again. The solution is education and information to the hearts and minds within the party. Not by force, or intrigue, but by willingness to serve, and desire to free those who are holding onto the dream while all the while giving up the very freedom that brought them there in the first place.  Any movement, or party is ultimately governed by the people who constitute the living body and mind of that party, and that people retain the right to govern themselves. And so it will be with March For America. It would be a sad thing if such a gathering were to dissipate into oblivion because of the blind ambition of one man. The power, and ability of this group of patriots does not lie within the mind of that one man but in the will of the people that compose the majority.

I was asked today how do we stop this? We don't! We grow it, but we give it to the people who came forth in the first place and make it clear that the movement was not the will, or idea of a man, but of God, and once the people regain that control March For America will truly begin to march, and the movement will indeed be what it was intended to be .

From Luby's to the Ashes of Mount Carmel

I've been from Luby’s to the ashes of Mount Carmel. As I watch the childish LiveFeeds on Facebook I reflect. People who have never been there, never paid the price, yet have an opinion, say they know everything, yet have not been there, or seen. They form groups, or causes, yet know nothing about the Bundy Ranch, or LaVoy Finicum, or CJ Grisham, 

During the last week I have endeavored to calm the nerves of good people who have been put into an alarmist state by these “prophets of doom” spilling their half baked ideas all across the internet, and I am beginning to see some fruit come from my efforts. What has amazed me is the amount of education I've had to dispense in order to fill this prescription. 

Back when I was in school it was mandatory that we took a civics class. In fact, Texas History was mandatory, too. We had to learn WHAT a democrat was, WHAT a republican was, WHY the Alamo happened, and just what position Texas held in the United States. It was incredibly boring, but we knew who our representatives were, when the elections were, and more specifically, just HOW those elections actually worked. 

I learned about the electoral college in the fourth grade! That's right. Our teacher explained in detail about how all the classrooms would have an election, and one, two, or three students would be chosen from each class to take the results of that vote to the office, and put a slip of paper in a shoe box. From that the student council president would be chosen. Then, it was explained about how one student from each class, no matter how large or small, would be chosen to serve on the council. I understood all of this in the fourth grade! 

There were the usual heated discussions about “fair” and “unfair” and the teacher taught us the distinct difference between democracy, and republic. We resolved the issues at eight years old that people like Jill Stein are still struggling with today, and THAT, my fellow Americans, is what is why you saw demonstrators in the streets who hadn't even bothered to vote! 

Then along come the Facebook community commentators, who, while knowing very little about the process of government, have tons to say about false flags, red flags, and just about anything that seems to be on the rag. Back in the day we watched pro wrestling, but babies in diapers knew it was fake. We knew that Oral Roberts really couldn't replace a missing leg, and read the National Enquirer for entertainment, NOT news! Now, these “alternative news” sources grace our iPads, with the exact same nonsense, and everyone runs to their doctor to up their blood pressure medicine. These “commentators” are no more a news source than Gorgeous George was a wrestler! 

The people sucked in by all this are not stupid. They have been thrown into a fit over these stories and are genuinely upset. I said recently that the easy fix for this is just wait. The electoral college was hacked. No it wasn't. George Soros owns the voting machines, and all votes are going to go for Hillary. No they didn't. The electors are going to go renegade and thirty of them are going to jump the isle. No they didn't. The results will be contested, and the joint session of congress will be thrown into debate, giving the victory to the democrats. Didn't happen. Now, I'm just a simple old boy from Austin, but do y'all see a pattern here? 

When Doc Greene jerked me off that porch, back in 2012, I didn't know squat about Texas politics. Like my friend, Juan, says, “I ain't even gonna lie to chew!” Oh, I understood the processes, learned THAT in the fourth grade, but issues, positioning, standings, and the political hybrid, “RINO” were things I had to learn, and learn I did. At first I took the Will Rodgers approach, replacing political knowledge with humor, and clever writing, but slowly I began to develop, and the humor was supplanted with actual political Savvy that would prove out, given time. That's how I predicted that Donald Trump would be president during the first debates. I looked at the crowds. Oh, I learned to COUNT in the fourth grade, too.

I've told you about that pendulum that swings from left to right. Well, I was right on that one, too. Now, all of this wailing, and gnashing of teeth you hear from the left; did you think they'd take their medicine with a smile? We didn't give them Castor Oil, we gave them an enema. They are in sack cloth, with the ashes of Mount Carmel being poured over their heads, and unlike the city from the Bible these people will not repent! They will whine, and scream, and generate fake news for any political novice on Facebook with a Livefeed to take, and run with. But, for every smooth talking head, sprinting for the goal post, there’s always a line backer like me to knock the wind out of them. The cheerleader who gets one too many beers and passes out gets REALLY upset when she wakes up in the back of a pickup wearing someone else's shirt, and brothers and sisters, Donald Trump is going to put that shirt on the liberal left on January 20, 2017!