Fistfights, Gunfights, and the Wild West

Fist Fights, Gun Fights, and The Wild West

 

            Being Libertarian means wanting the population to have the freedom to do whatever it wants so long as actions do not harm or interfere with the wants and needs of others.  It is as simple as that! Government has insinuated itself into every aspect of life.  Do-gooders, and Liberals have taken it upon themselves to control every action and even thought in everyday life to the degree that it takes a law degree to even keep up with it. What seems in the beginning to be a simple law, or regulation ends up being an attack on the very fabric of American life.  Let’s take gun control for instance.

 

            The second amendment is very clear.  I’m going to paraphrase here.  There are two simple statements.  One, you need a militia to protect the populace in time of attack.  That militia has to be regulated to a military standard.  What is a militia? A militia is a military group made up of  nonmilitary people who primarily do other things beside play army.  This organization is for defending the country from attack.  Now this is opposed to an army which is professional people who attack other nations in war to impose the will of your nation on them. It is assumed that the people called up in time of crisis to for this group already have guns, hence we lead directly into the next line of the amendment. Key phrase here: The right of the people to keep and bear arms shall not be infringed. The right of the PEOPLE.  The people make up the militia.  The people always exist. The militiaexists temporarily in time of crisis.  Once the crisis is over the militia goes away.  See how simple that is?

 

            Liberals can’t seem to distinguish the difference between people and militia, but then, they can’t distinguish the difference between men and women or babies and puppies either so it all follows true. But, we are asked, if everyone has a gun we will just have the wild west.  Well, little imports to Texas, I hate to be the first one to tell you this, but the wild west just wasn’t that wild.  Austin, Texas was no wilder than the Five Points in New York. When open carry was the norm bankers and store clerks did not routinely carry a gun.  The tellers in the banks wore suits and sat behind cages doing transactions while the bank hired a man with a Winchester to sit in the lobby.  Now comes the freedom part, the part where the government doesn’t need to get involved.  If a teller decided to bring a hog-leg to work one day he would have the perfect right, except he may be met at the door by the president of the bank and informed that the bank did not want him packing at work.  Now, he had the perfect legal right to have his gun on the way to work but the business owner did not want him to bring it into the building because that is why the bank is paying someone to guard the bank!

 

            From here let progress to another issue.  Let’s say, just for example, there is a bar in Austin. People frequent said bar and smoke and drink every night of the week.  There usually is standing room only. Suddenly the city passes a law saying that no bar can have smoking.  (This really happened, folks.) All of the sudden you have clean air and a broke bar.  Why? Because people who drink on Friday night usually smoke.  In fact, there are special air conditioning units to clean the air and keep everybody’s eyes from watering.  Let me explain the Libertarian alterative to this.  Why don’t we let the bar owner make bar decisions? What a revolutionary idea! Now, I know, I know, this doesn’t fit the liberal mind set with second hand smoke and yada yada yada. But a bunch of old bikers aren’t worried about second hand smoke! What if, now work with me here, what if the bar owner considers a non-smoking area? And just for the sake of argument, what if a lot of people like the drinks and food and that area begins to have to expand? Then, the owner thinks that maybe, just maybe, he could have the smokers out on a big patio and have the non-smokers inside. Wow! Power to the people! Suddenly, you have a bunch of old bikers on the porch (which is where they want to be anyway) and a flock of yuppies inside (because they think it’s cool to come to this particular bar) and everybody is happy, and you don’t have to have a law regulating the air in a biker bar! As the dynamic changes the owner will know what to do. 

 

            Now, back to open carry (work with me here.) Let’s say that open carry was the law of the land.  Bikers could roll up on their Harleys with their guns but, it is a house rule that those guns could not come on the bar’s property because common sense tells us that drinking and guns don’t mix!  Just like it really was in the proverbial “wild west!” I can hear it now. “Oh, God, Wilbur!  Do you know how many shootings there would be with people ignoring the rules and bringing guns anyway?” Do you know how many shootings there are now with the current Texas 51% law? Yeah, there’s a law people. Even if you have a license to carry a gun you can’t carry that gun into an establishment that makes 51% or more of its income from the sale of alcohol, and I just know that everyone strictly adheres to that! Give me a freaking break! I’ve played to too many bars to swallow that one.  And for the record, the only friend I’ve ever had who died in a bar’s parking lot was killed by a Bowie knife! 

 

            Let the people regulate the people.  Good old capitalism usually handles everything and the only people who don’t like that are the losers who can’t make it on their own and need Big Brother to hold them up! Food for thought friends, just food for thought!

 

 

 

 

Wilbur Witt
Austin Texas

http://www.facebook.com/wilburlikethepig

PoDunk Texas

                                                       PoDunk Texas

                                                          by Wilbur

     I was raised a Liberal Democrat. We were taught in school that being liberal was a good thing. I accepted Lyndon Johnson's War on Poverty and the Great Society with glee because Mr Cole, my high school civics teacher told me that was the needed change for the country. Then I graduated high school and moved out into the world. By the time Reagan came along I was shifting to the right. Back in the day nothing came easy in Texas. To use a Texas slang we were "PoDunk!" While cars were rolling off the assembly lines in Detroit and common workers were collecting $8.00 per hour I got a raise working in a pool hall from .50 per hour to .75 per hour and had to learn to shoot pool to buy my baby, Wilbur, milk! On the streets of Killeen I learned there was absolutely no free lunch.

     Now, looking back, I've made three fortunes. I'm working on a fourth and I'll get there. Detroit is in ruins and why is that? Detroit is the product of that same liberal thinking Mr Cole instilled in me back in 1969. 

     In Nashville I learned that if you write a good song the record labels will beat a path to your door. I heard malcontents moaning the blues down at Shoney's every day, going on about how unfair the system was, and that people of little or no talent got all the breaks because of their connections with Roy Acuff, but another friend, Johnny Carter Cash told me no one could be more connected than he was and he couldn't write a hit to save his soul! I wrote over 3,000 songs, some I thought were pretty good, and could never get a cut. I didn't have it. What I did have was a peculiar talent for raunchy country comedy and after a brief discussion with Ray Stevens one day while we were standing in line at a grocery store I became Weird Wilbur. Acuff-Rose put severe restrictions on material streaming out of Music Square so Michael Lee Davis and I formed our own label and sold albums at concession during my shows out on Briley expressway RIGHT across the street from the Grand Ol Opry!

     John Brandt had a day job at United Artists and that company rented it's space from Steve Dreamstreet who slipped us a key and during the night we slipped into the state if the art studios and recorded and mixed "Weird Wilbur Rides Again" which you can find to this day on iTunes!

     I came back from Nashville and my wife and I began real estate and stock investments. Before it was all over we owned four houses, three near Austin and one in Killeen where I currently reside. 

     When I hear someone say,  " I don't got no chance cause I'm black. I got to get a special deal," I literally laugh right IN their face. I am white trash that never owned a car before I was 25 years old and even then it burned oil!  I went from feeding my family on a $17 meat pack from Well's Slaughter House to flying back from California and some IRS agent asking for a check for 1.5 million dollars and looking at me like she had good sense!

     And yes, I, by that time, was a very conservative Republican. There are people who are content to stand in line and wait for Obama to hand them their daily bread and then there are people like me who drive by the welfare office in a Mercedes on the way to Logan's Steak House for lunch. 

Don't Shoot Me (I'm Just The Piano Player)

Don’t Shoot Me I’m Just The Piano Player

By Wilbur

 

            A recent trial in Florida drew my attention but I waited before writing this article.  Several reasons for that.  One, it’s in Florida, and two, it involved a middle aged white man and some black kids.  Seems it went like this: White guy goes to a gas station and sends girl friend in for chips or what ever.  Black kids roll up to the same store and they have their music going.  Of course it’s rap, and of course it’s loud.  Well, the white guy tells them to turn the music down.  Now, right off the bat this is rude. I know, I know, the kids were rude, too, but they’re KIDS.  Now the kids began to shout and leap about.  I’ve seen high school kids do this once before.  All the street stuff, the cussing, the threats, and on and on, BUT, no one tried to pull the guy out of his car.  According to him he became in fear for his life!  He pulls out a pistol and pumps nine rounds into the van.  Now, he SAID he saw “about four inches” of what appeared to be a shotgun barrel.  He killed a boy sitting out of sight in the van.

 

            Kids do stuff like this.  They shout, threaten, show off for the girls, you name it.  This was NOT the knockout game.  This was a bunch of boys pulling into the same gas station the other man was.  Whenever I pull up to a light, or parking lot and experience this I look at the person playing the music and just grin.  I won’t have to put up with his music long and will most likely never see him again.  That having been said kids will often put on a display of bravado. If they’re standing ten feet away and don’t try to open your door just ignore it and drive away.  By the way, no shotgun was found that night. I have had a young man become offended when I routinely locked my door. He took it to mean I did so because he was black.  This was not true.  My Mercedes locks doors automatically.  Of course there were all the treats and “eyeballs” and everything that goes with it.  Uh, he had a young lady in his car so I know what was fueling his indignation.  He DID approach my window and when he did he got a glimpse of my 9mm on the seat beside me.  He stopped, looked at me, and I said, “You were just leaving.”  Whereupon he found better things to do. 

 

            The white man precipitated this entire thing with his statement to turn the music down.  Then he compounded it with his racism.  I hate to use that word, but let me ask you, would he have been as indignant if it had been white boys with two or three white high school girls dancing beside the van to Justin Bieber? Now the real issue.  Now, I’m just a simple ol’ boy from Austin but something in my dim memory tells me you simply don’t pump nine rounds blindly into a van for loud music.  Also, if he were threatened by the boy shouting at him why didn’t he just shoot HIM?  I took several days to write this article.  I was going to include a part telling young blacks that they should condition their behavior so as not to shock or scare the white folk but that nasty old constitution kept getting in the way.  They had a right to play their music, albeit a bit loud, just as much as the white guy had a right to have his girl friend buy corn chips that night.  They went back to the motel room, snacked and watched TV.  Now, I’m an old bastard people, I really am.  Someone really tries to hurt me and I have the conscience of a rather mature cucumber . But, something about riddling a van full of kids with bullets just doesn’t lead me to pile up in bed with some hottie and eat chips and dip.  He did it because those kids weren’t human to him.  Their lives didn’t matter.

 

            This is not George and Trayvon.  That was entirely different.  This is prejudice at the Nth degree.  I’ve had altercations with blacks, yes, but more black kids have held the door for me than cursed me.  Looks like our boy is going to get about sixty some odd years for his wild west show, and that’s good.  Maybe he’ll learn a little bit about how to get along with people who are different from him while he’s there. 

 

            And the GUN didn’t do it, the MAN did. I hope the family of the boy killed finds peace.  It tore me up when the dead boy’s mother expressed her sympathy for the killer having to spend so much time in jail.  The one thing I came out of it was the next time I hear rap music blaring out of a car full of black kids. . . I’m gonna smile, and listen, and wave.  Not because I’m afraid, but because they have as much right to their music as I do, and I KNOW they GOT to hate Country!

 

Wilbur Witt

Austin Texas

http://www.facebook.com/wilburlikethepig

Herb Superb

 

 

 

Herb Superb

 

            “Have you heard the word about an herb superb, take it from a crocker like me. . .” So began iJackie’s flagship video on YouTube back in 2008. If you ever want to polarize a conversation just bring up marijuana. From “Reefer Madness,” to Cheech and Chong the range of opinion is endless. On one hand it is an intoxicating drug (but so is beer.)  It does perhaps damage lungs (but so do cigarettes.) It does entice the involvement of organized crime (but so does horse racing.) It can make people dim witted (but so does the Democratic Party!)

 

            Pot is probably the most maligned drug on the market, partially because it is so easy to get, grow, use and abuse. Its side effects are always being studied, but when compared with meth the difference is clear.  Which would you rather have, a completely wrecked body and life, or a case of the “munchies?” State after state is legalizing it in various levels as the federal government scrambles to at least TRY to continue the war on drugs while wading through a smoke screen on Malibu Beach! On one hand you have studies that claim the use of the drug will shrink your brain to the size of a pea while there are many other very sophisticated papers that tell us the components of the herb will help or cure everything from Alzheimer’s to ED. 

 

            The fact is anything you take into your body in the way of medicine will have some adverse effect.  You have to weigh that with the benefits derived from the use of said concoctions. One glaring fact stands out, however.  Recently Phillip Seymour Hoffman was found dead on his bathroom floor with a needle sticking out of his arm.  If you will note he did not have a joint hanging out of his mouth. You can overdose on anything.  It’s always theoretically possible.  I, myself, overdose on marriage licenses. That, and there is always a segment of the population that will overdo anything.  I’ve watched documentaries about people becoming addicted to just about anything imaginable.  They are out there! I had a relative who was addicted to chocolate.  She would shake like a big bowl of jello if she didn’t get her chocolate “fix,” and folks, I’m talking about ALL the time! If she had nothing else she would open a can of cake frosting and eat it with a spoon.

 

            Marijuana’s legacy is not its potency as a drug, but its effect on the national psyche. People who smoke it get high, but people who don’t flip out! Billions of dollars have been spent since the government declared war on the plant, and there seems to be no end in sight.  It has led to the militarization of our police, overcrowding of our prisons, and a blessing on all the drug cartels that continue to bring it across the border at every break in the fence. Ask yourself, is this worth the return?

 

            Of course, there is the argument that if it were legal then the country would go to hell in a hand basket, but let’s see how that holds water. When I was in California the drug was dispensed with prescription (wink, wink) and supposedly you had to have a medical condition in order to partake.  Medical condition. . . like an itchy foot for instance.  See where this is going folks? Anyone who wished to have some could find some doctor who would find something that the drug would alleviate.  My granddaughter and her little crowd of cheerleading health nuts did not use marijuana.  They shunned people who did.  You see, this goes to the core of who people are, and how they are brought up. People have to take responsibility for their actions.  It’s as simple as that.  Guns don’t kill people, PEOPLE kill people, and joints don’t smoke themselves.

 

            People looking for a way out of reality will always find it.  Drugs, alcohol, sex, chocolate, you name it.  If you need a crutch by golly there’ll be someone out there to make one for you. And people go through phases of their lives.  I’ve seen a week where I had one martini, and I’ve seen weeks where I tried not to draw a sober breath.  Then there are people with just no self-control.  These people don’t become addicts they ARE addicts. They were addicts from the moment the doctor said, “Hey,” and they said, “Huh?”  Can we assure these people complete safety from their actions?  No!  “Oh,” you say, “we’ll just get rid of all the illegal drugs with a big ol’ drug war.  That way no one will ever have access, and no one will ever get hurt.” (Ever hear of bath salts?)

 

            Now let’s turn the coin over. Let’s go from a very expensive drug war to a very lucrative drug business. I will not quote you figures here because you know they are horrendous and when I read a book I usually skip over figures and go to the next paragraph.  I’m just going to state facts.  Fact: We house hundreds of non-violent offenders in various prisons. Someone caught abusing himself or herself and the law says they aren’t allowed to do that. Fact: The drug cartels make so much off of pot the Mexican government squats and pisses every time they even THINK about trying to control the situation. Fact: A tax on grass would be the ONE tax I think everyone would agree with.

 

            Now for a little bit of good ol’ Texas Nationalism.  I just hate it when California out does us in anything.  The realization that a bunch of hippies are sitting over there generating revenue for something we could grow better, sell better, and smoke better irritates me to no end.  They got oranges, they got avocados, they got wine, but by GOD we aren’t going to let them dominate the market on this! As a matter of fact, if I can get this pushed through I even have a brand I’d like to put on the market.  Weird Wilbur’s Texas Best. I believe that Texas would so far out run California that we may not need to sell anything else. But I’m speculating here. 

 

            The day will come, people.  The public opinion is just too great, as is the over crowding of the dockets and prisons.  You will see the day when all states just go with it and Washington will just have to bow to the will of the people.  I guarantee you when that day comes, in true Norte’ fashion, whomever  is in office will very quickly come up with a federal tax on marijuana.  Then all the potheads will say, “World, you got me cornered again.  I’m gonna roll myself another joint.” 

 

Wilbur Witt

Will the last person out of Mexico please turn out the lights?

Immigration

Will The Last Person Out of Mexico Please Turn Off The Lights

 

            I heard a joke years ago about a Mexican trying to slip across the border and gets caught by the border guards.  He starts telling them that he’s an American.  “Ok,” one of the guards says, “if you’re an American make a sentence with the words ‘green, pink, and yellow.”  The guy thinks a minute and returns, “The phone goes,’Green, Green,’ I pink it up and say, ‘Yellow!” Well, I was in high school when I heard that and suffice to say immigration and the TexMex border has changed a lot since then. Currently there are more than one million undocumented immigrants in Texas making us second only to California, and this is one time I’m glad we were out done by the land of fruits and nuts. According to the Comptroller’s report in Texas, however, Mexicans account for only about 55% of those slipping across the Texas border. The cost of these people is astronomical. I won’t bore you with the figures, they run in the millions, but I will direct you to one simple fact. Cost? Food Stamps? Higher education? These people sneaked into Texas.  Now California did out do us in one respect in absurdity.  The “guests” of Obama can get a driver’s license out there. And the police can’t stop them just because they suspect they might be an illegal. Now that’s funny right there, I don’t care who you are!

 

            There are two layers to this question. I actually sit sort of in the middle.  Having worked with Mexicans over the years I see clearly the intentions of an honest man trying to come to America to make a better life.  That is what America; oh FORGET about America, that’s what TEXAS is all about.  Texas was founded by a bunch of guys who had basically given up on “America” when it was barely fifty years old. Travis, Houston, Crockett, and most of the others had come here to try to found a Republic that would at least TRY to be what America was not. When Texas became a state there was a surge of people that thought it might be a good idea, but there was a sizable contingent who said, “If we’re gonna do THIS crap, why the hell did I have to come HERE?  I had THIS in Philadelphia!” 

 

            So this lure about Texas is still there, and it’s not just from south of the border, people.  Every State, every country has an attraction to the Lone Star State. Chinese beat a path to cross the border between Texas and Mexico, as to most of the Latin American countries, and can you blame them? And I have nothing against people trying to better their lives but there has to be some order, some restraint, otherwise you get a whole flock of people streaming over the border with bad intentions.  Drug dealers, people into human trafficking and just plain criminals who see our state as being ripe for the picking. And don’t forget terrorists. Slipping into Texas is prime if you’re working your way to Fort Hood to set a bomb off, or shoot someone, or just poison the water. If you are an Arab and get caught coming across all you have to do is keep your mouth shut and odds are you’ll be sent right back to Mexico to try again, maybe better this time. 

 

            So, what do you do about this issue? Well, you have to see it for what it is.  It’s a war, with a complete invasion.  Not a day goes by on the TexMex border where there isn’t some kind of a fire fight. If you have Taliban slipping over from Pakistan to Afghanistan and the Army catches them and shots are fired, what do you call that?  That’s called war, folks. If you have fifteen members of a cartel slipping across at Laredo, get caught by the Texas DPS and have a fire fight, what do you call that, workplace violence? C’mon! So, if you’re going to let anyone into the country you need to make sure it’s someone willing to work honestly and not rob or sell drugs or blow up a mall.  If you will note, not many people are trying to sneak into Russia.  Oh, almost forgot, almost anyone except Snowden is trying to sneak into Russia and if you will observe he didn’t sneak, he used an airport restroom until they LET him in. England has a problem but not near the scope that we have here.  I mean you have to fly in most of the time and customs checks you out.  How to you check out a boxcar full of Mexicans screaming up from the valley?

 

            You must make is easy for law abiding people to come in and hell on earth for the others, so as to make it not worth the risk.  For instance; if someone is trying to bring drugs in from south of the border and gets caught you make the sentence so still that the Chinese start complaining. We do this to criminals all the time in Texas.  If you hold up a store, and shout, “This is a hold up,” and ten people hear you then that’s ten counts of armed robbery, and God forbid you should tell someone to step against a wall, that’s kidnapping. You  can rack up eleven life sentences in one take and we’re not kidding friends and neighbors.  If you catch one person bringing one kilo of meth across that border first it’s drug smuggling, but what  about the invasion part? They actually invaded a nation, right? What about the terrorist part? To undermine the health of a nation is an act of terrorism, right?  Just like poisoning the water.  Sentence for all of this?  ForEVER! You will never see Mexico again and you will certainly never  be bringing any more drugs across the border, but the good news is you’ll have lots of friends in prison.  Join a good gang!

 

            Next we have to get some real numbers on how many Texas jobs are lost to immigrants, legal or illegal. I don’t want to get racist here but let me spin you some facts. There is a myth that is perpetuated that illegal only do jobs that Americans won’t. Do you really think a Mexican can’t lay bricks, build houses, paint, or run tractors? When you confine them to picking cabbages you are racist because Mexicans are not any stupider than anyone else.  And when they do this they really do cost in jobs that legal residents can have. That really happens. I have been a Realtor, working for a builder, and I’m here to tell you that I have seen entire subdivisions build by people who can’t speak English.  And it isn’t that they don’t do a good job.  Mexican people are some of the hardest working people in the world. The problem is they come at a discount. This serves no one.  Not the American workers deprived of employment and certainly not the Mexican worker forced to live in sub human conditions and work for chicken feed.

 

            Let’s get something straight.  You are NEVER going to stop people from trying to jump the border.  What you have to do is cut down the success rate and give the ones who are honest an even chance. The north side of that fence represents the Promised Land. You just have to make that goal legally attainable. And here we go, I can already hear it. Amnesty. NO!  To quote Doc Greene of Raging Elephants Radio that’s like having someone break into your house and after six months you come back from a cruise and they say, “You should let me stay.  Just look at all the GOOD I’ve done!” It’s like stealing a car and bringing it back a week later polished and full of gas. I’ve got a brother in law like that. You have to play by the rules and the reason you have to play by the rules is because of the work force.  It is impossible to get accurate numbers on how much the illegals cost in jobs. I researched  it and got five different numbers and the reason is simple.  We don’t know! The best you can do is look at the results.  Remember what I said about the subdivisions? That’s real people.  Houses and streets and everything in between build by people that don’t pay any taxes, indeed, if the liberals and RINOs have their way, not only will they not pay any taxes they will drain social welfare programs that Americans (Oh, there’s that word again) TEXANS need. 

 

            Documenting a worker is easy.  If an employer uses illegals he/she should pay the piper. Make it so bad that they won’t think about the money they save. But, if a worker is legal, forget about the minimum wage.  If some worker in Austin thinks he can lay bricks for twenty-five dollars an hour, and another man will do it for fifteen, and do it just as well, well, there you go. Maybe a little reality check is needed here. But, flip the coin on the other side.  If a legal immigrant comes to Austin, wants to lay bricks for fifteen dollars an hour and someone convinces him to join the union for more money so be it!  But he’ll never get that chance as long as his back is wet!

 

            I love to see people succeed. My son in California is in charge of contractors for the Navy.  There was a company that came in to repair a ship motor.  Big bid, couple of million I think, but then a little Mexican guy submitted his bid for his little company and is was one-third the cost to the Navy.  The big bid guy was so entrenched that it took my son screaming and yelling to give the bid to the other company who DID the job, CAME in on budget and at hamburgers at the job site every day! Did he use illegals?  Certainly not.  Did people from Mexico originally make good on some kind of American dream, absolutely!

 

            And before you start screaming “RACIST” at me let me tell you one thing.  I don’t think I can recall one time seeing a Mexican man walking who wasn’t  going to work! I can’t recall one of those people working, building those subdivisions who didn’t give 110%. This is not about the color of skin, this is about honest people trying to better them selves in an honest fashion.

 

            And then, there’s the human element. As you know, I’m very much against families being split.  When a worker sneaks across the border he is separated from family.  His only hope is going home, or slipping his family over, too. What ever solution you come up with you must take in the human factor. But amnesty is not the answer. We need, regulations, and a little bit of hope for an honest shake.  That’s your answer.

 

            Another point is how to actually secure the border.  Well, it ain’t the Feds, ok? This is a Texas problem, and a New Mexican problem, and an Arizona problem, and a California problem.  Obama is too busy giving guns to the drug dealers and striking deals with opposing cartels to worry about the border.  (He didn’t worry about the border when  HE got in, now DID he?) Employ the Texas National Guard and secure that puppy!  Then tell the other states, “We got ours, you worry about yours.” A little girl should be able to walk along the border, picking flowers.  Anything else is NOT acceptable. And once there is a Republic again, with respect, tell the Mexican government (now there’s an oxymoron) IF YOU LET YOU THIS CRAP SPILL OVER JUST LOOK AT THAT NATIONAL GUARD THERE ON THE BORDER AND TAKE A WILD GUESS AT WHAT WE WILL DO NEXT! Washington will puke in their waste baskets.

 

            Good relations with Mexico are wanted, but if they can’t clean up their own back yard Texas will be more than happy to help. If Obama can’t stop Mexico from invading Texas how in the HELL is he going to solve the Middle East? We can STOP the invasion, and quick. There will not be a simple solution, but to seal the border is most important. You can’t start repairing something until you know what’s broken and friends and neighbors, the border is broken.  Any time a bunch of “coyotes” can slip a train load of illegals into the strongest country in the world that should give you pause.

 

           

              

 

Wilbur Witt
Austin Texas

http://www.facebook.com/wilburlikethepi

Why Write a Book about Texas Politics?

 

Why Write a Book About Austin Politics?

 

            When I began blogging I didn’t take it all that seriously.  To me it was a poor man’s outlet where you really couldn’t find a publisher so you just did it yourself and hoped that anyone would read what you had to say.  As you may or may not know, also, a writer is a writer is a writer, or in other words, a writer will write even when he (or she) really has nothing to say.  I suffer profoundly from that virus.  Also, I have the martini, OMG virus, i.e. write something at 3 AM and upon review over breakfast you find yourself wondering what in the world you ever said such things! 

 

            Now mix in the fact that I am stuck in Texas near Austin.  This used to be very uncool. New York was jumping, L. A. was jumping, nothing was jumping in Austin except crickets! Oh, sure we had Willie Nelson, Stevie Ray, and a host of others FROM Austin, but if you will note they LEFT Austin as soon as they could and would tend to hang out in places like, well, L. A. and New York!  The very idea that anyone would STAY in Austin and try to move the world from there was, well, frankly, nuts!

 

            Then a couple of things came along that changed things.  One was Barak Obama.  In several masterful strokes he reduced the American dream from manifest destiny to a very bad LSD trip. And with his deluded minions following behind him like so many lemmings Austin, or for that matter, Texas in general began to look a whole lot better.  Then enter personalities like Alex Jones, or Glen Beck, and I don’t care what you think of them, they don’t have to dig very far to make a man who uses the NSA to spy on fifteen year old girls’ phone calls look like a complete paranoid buffoon!

 

            Very unwillingly, I got drawn into an ongoing battle with the Child Protective Services (CPS) when my daughter in law got at odds with them and I’ll bore you with those details later, but it wasn’t her fight that fueled my anger, it was the fight of so many others. Our mistake was that we did not take the CPS seriously.  After meeting them we simply could not imagine a group of people so poorly trained ever  completing any task.  What we didn’t count on was the poorly trained lawyers, judges, and cops.  You can’t speak up to any of these people.  And don’t try to reason, that word does NOT enter into their vocabulary.  I began to learn that there is a fraternity of fools out there who scratch each other’s backs, rake in the cash, and destroy lives and no one seems to have a handle on it.

 

            I had always labored under the delusion that we here in Texas were somehow superior to other people around the country, and that we were blessed with common sense.  The CPS caseworkers were almost all lying ignorant pedophiles so I thought there was a quick win. What I didn’t see was the Judges were a bunch of lying ignorant pedophiles, too, in bed with the CPS, and the cops in an unholy trinity of manipulation and money laundering that would make Al Capone blush! Enter the Republic of Texas movement.  As I saw that the train wreck  called America pull out of the station I began to realize that when, that’s WHEN, not IF, the USA crumbles, the last hope of at least North America, if not the world was these same people I’d been running from all of my life. 

 

            Texans are a unique breed.  You don’t have to be born in Texas, but if you get here as soon as you can that will do. We are getting a flow of “Nortes” now who are overwhelmingly liberal, and that’s fine, but what we don’t need is people drifting down here from their failed American cities trying to tell us how it’s done!  The Texas idea works! We don’t need income tax, alimony, unions, or basically anything that impedes the normal person from living a good life. 

 

            And that’s what  this book is about.  This book is going to be a manifesto of Texas thought, and it’s not going to be what you expect.  I’m conservative, but I’m not stupid. While I may not agree with Gay marriage or legal pot you always have to go back to rule number one, leave people alone if they aren’t hurting anyone! I also don’t see eye to eye with someone wearing a turban but if there isn’t a bomb under that turban it’s none of my business. 

 

            So, I’m going to explore this and see where it takes me.  My brother always say’s I’m “out there,” and maybe I am, but if I can convince everyone else to be out there with me, then Texas is no longer uncool, but real cool, and the only problem we will have is where to put all the people who are fed up with Amerika!  Shall we dance?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Tail Can’t Wag The Dog

And Washington Can’t Wag Texas!

 

            Time was when you could write, or say just about anything you wanted to without worrying about being sued, or going to jail, or being attacked. The free flow of information was foundational to the republic and if you had a great idea you’d be great for the republic.  On the opposite side of the coin, if you were a little nuts then nobody cared.  They just ignored you.

 

            Time was when every little Texas town had a homosexual or two in it. They pretty much stayed off to themselves and the lady’s garden society loved them. The same little old ladies would look on with approval when you spanked an unruly child in public. There was a time when you knew your police officer by his first name, and felt as if he were there to protect you. That’s why he carried a gun. You could carry a gun in your truck if you wanted to, and the police officer would not lose his mind if he pulled you over and you got out of your truck, retrieving your driver’s license as you walked back to his car.

 

            Time was when the president spoke you respected what he had to say because he WAS the president.  You may not agree with him but when down came to down you were on the same team with the president.  Back in the day the teachers were respected, and when I brought home a note from the teacher my parents automatically sided with her because she was the TEACHER!  She was not some stranger.

 

            There was a time in this country when the liveliest arguments were over religion because everyone believed in God! And because you believed in God you didn’t believe in divorce, adultery, drugs, or anything that decent people didn’t talk about around the women folk. When you found that someone was divorced it was as if there were a stain on them that could never be removed and at parties and gatherings people talked around these people because everyone knew there was “something” inherently wrong with them.

 

            The constitution was held almost to the same standard as the Bible. The bill of rights could have easily been the Ten Commandments, and putting the Ten Commandments on the courthouse lawn was the most natural thing in the world because everyone knew that God had inspired both of them. 

 

            Time was when money was money.  You knew that there was a piece of silver or gold to back up all those paper dollars in your pocket because the government said it was there. A dime was silver.  So was a quarter. These were the days when you had to meet a girl’s father before taking her out and she’d better be home on time because you would have to face her father again, and God forbid you should harm her in any way because the protection of women was very important to everyone.

 

            There was a time in this country when there was no need for an agency to protect children.  The people did that.  The family, the churches, and yes, the police were there to protect, serve and defend. What happened? Where did it go so wrong?  Well, people, it went wrong when the tail began to wag the dog. It came about when public servants forgot what “We The People” really meant. It went wrong when the outrageous became the mainstream. It went wrong when the will of the people was put somewhere far below the opinion of a single judge with a single agenda.  Somewhere, some time, a group of people decided that we weren’t smart enough to speak our mind, count our money, work, raise our kids or even protect our own property.  Language was twisted to mean what the rulers said it meant and the police became enforcers, not protectors.  Time and time again I have seen judges, police, CPS, DPS, and all the other PS’s just ignore the law even while it was presented to their face! CJ Grisham, Terry Holcomb, Scott Liberty, and tons of others arrested while quoting the law!  Arrested while holding a copy of the constitution in their hand! Add to that, in CJ’s case, actual dash cam take showing the arresting officer is clearly out of line.  It makes no difference. The judges and lawyers just let the tail wag the dog one more time, rephrase the charge, and another citizen bites the dust.

 

            A republic is of the people, by the people, and for the people.  A republic feeds from the ground up. The Texas Constitution clearly states that if the government becomes oppressive the people have a right to change that government. That is not revolution. That is not anarchy. That is simple math.   That’s because there are more people than there are senators, congressmen, or judges. A judge is expected to apply the law, not legislate from the bench. A police officer is expected to protect the public, not shoot the public, and agencies that are chartered to protect families should do just that!  Protect the foundation of American society, not disassemble it in the quest of some homosexual, utopian dream they had back in college when they were still green! What is most important is your immediate surroundings.  Next the state, and finally the nation, but the nation was never meant to dictate the everyday lives of the people.  States are different.  Lifestyles are different.  What we consider to be normal in Texas would seem absolutely crazy in New York, and if you’ve ever been to California you will know that weird feeling that something is wrong with either you, or them!

 

            And that’s not to say that the people out in California are wrong.  They are right for THEM! But in this existence there is a fundamental difference in Texas and every place else. We were formed as a republic.  There is a mindset there.  It’s not like any other state, not even California.  We joined the US as a former republic.  More than that, we were a republic right up until the moment we became a state.  There was never a territory of Texas. Of course there were interests in Texas that lived and hoped for Texas to become part of the union, but almost from the beginning of the union there were some that felt as if we had perhaps made a mistake, and that feeling led to Texas throwing in with the Confederacy that wasn’t in Texas interests at all. When that mess was over we had to take the same horse whipping the rest of the south took but we weren’t southern, we weren’t western, we were TEXAS! Texas never fully cooperated with the Confederacy, indeed, at the moment of the formation of the southern coalition a lot of Texans just wanted to return to republic and let the Americans thrash it out. 

 

            That’s what the Texas Nationalist Movement is all about. It is the revival of the fierce nationalism that was possessed by Sam Houston, Lamar, and a host of others. When the Texas Nationalist Movement began it looked a little nutty.  There had been a Republic of Texas movement that failed, so naturally, when the Nationalist Movement was born it looked just as kooky, but it is not! I don’t think anyone took the idea seriously, and the reason for that was because we were grouped not only with the old “Republic of Texas” thing but historically with all the other southern states who were still trying to crawl out from beneath Lincoln’s rock that we’d all been pushed under in 1865. But Texas has always been just a little obnoxious. We never HAVE liked the idea of statehood. Statehood was for places like Ohio. States like Ohio, Pennsylvania, Illinois are like someone who has to be in a union just to hold a job.  They have to be a part of a larger group because they don’t have anything shaking and just being part of a group helps them move along.  Only problem is there’s always one big guy who finds work, makes it work, and ends up supporting all the other guys in the union.  The big guy is Texas, people!  We didn’t have branch banks.  We didn’t have alimony.  We didn’t have concealed carry permits, but we didn’t need them.  We just DID it, and carried long guns in our trucks. 

 

            America laughs at the movement in Texas to just leave.  The underlying threat is that the military might of the US will crush us, but may I point out that they haven’t  actually won  a war since world war II. You win a war when the other guys hope you leave and never come back.  When they’re still shooting at you then you have not won that war.  Did you catch how many bombs went off in Iraq just last week?  When I was in high school I couldn’t even find Iraq on a map!  Texas is bigger than Iraq, folks.  And all this talk about how great the leader of Russia is?  OMG!! One bomb went off and he’s running in circles like a dog with a clothespin on his tail! 

 

            But the fact is Texas doesn’t have to fight a war.  That’s not the aim of the movement. All we have to do is stop placating the Americans and bowing to every insane request. It’s called “nullification.” There is always this threat that if we pull out the US will just leap on us like a savage rabbit, but consider this.  We aren’t taking one thing from them! If you had a pile of gold that was yours, does it make someone powerful because you’re stupid enough to give them your gold just for the asking?  Just say, “No!”  Obamacare, it’s the law of the land! Abortion, it’s the law of the land.  Free citizenship to whomever slips across the border. . . the law of the land?  Whose land?  Certainly not ours. It is crazy to let a small group of people in a city far far away make Texas choices.   For a long time the highway funding was the big leverage the Feds used on states. “If you don’t do it our way we’ll take the funding away!” Ok. Do it! You can’t take what we simply do not GIVE you! Keep your food stamps and we will just build our own roads.  And we’ll do it with our own pavement that we pump up right here in Texas. Texas has enough resources to support itself. Sit on your pile of gold! America to Texas is like an unemployed brother in law who never seems to pull anything together, but he’s got hair in his ears and he sure can pray! Take any other state and they can’t say that.  Look at say, Nebraska.  Nebraska can’t pull away.  If they do what do they have?  Hope you like bread! Wisconsin, well it’s got cheese, and don’t forget those famous potatoes in Idaho. But see what I mean?  All these places are one hit wonders.

 

            The economy of Texas is one of the largest and most rapidly growing in the US. There are fifty companies in the Fortune 500.  In 2012 Texas had $264 billion in exports, more than California and New York combined! Suck on THAT pipeline Nortes! But don’t just compare Texas with states.  Texas ranks with nations.  And when naysayers rant about our poverty level, and how we rank number twenty-five on the income table, they never factor in the low cost of living in Texas. If I only sell 50,000 copies of this book the publishers in New York will not be impressed but friends and neighbors, I can practically live the rest of my LIFE on that amount of income!  Do that in Santa Barbara.

 

            When we petitioned to pull out of the union Eric Holder puked out a preprinted response, not knowing anything about our culture, or history, or audacity. I have never liked an Attorney General, but I particularly don’t like Holder. Anyway Texas has a plan B.  It goes like this: just do it!  Stop dealing with the Americans and run Texas the way we see fit. It’s called nullification.  Mind over matter. We don’t mind ‘cause you don’t matter. We don’t need their counterfeit dollars.  We don’t need their pavement.  They NEED US!  Without us they will starve and go broke.  It’s that simple. We need to treat the American interests with the same disrespect that DPS Region Seven treats law-abiding citizens during a rally in Austin. If you want to see the difference in Texas and the US just look at Austin, and then look at Detroit. There’s your “American Dream!”

 

            I hear all the time that if we declare for republic the US will cut us off, not help, make war, and on and on and on, but heads up!  It that fair?  Is that the act of a civilized nation? We have the goods, services, jobs, and all that goes with it to go independent, and if the Americans won’t deal with us FINE!  We’ll just sell to the Mexicans, Canadians, Cubans, and anyone else that needs what we dish out. What could be better than to develop Mexican oil interests and give them a chance? And what do we need to survive? Well, you have to eat.  Ever eat a Big Mac?  Where do you think it comes from?  Ever use a Dell Computer? How’s that cotton shirt doing? How would you like to fill up your gas tank for fifteen dollars? How would you like to never fill out a 1040 form ever  again?

 

            Texas has always been a republic.  Texas has always been a little left of center because of its diversity. From the Mexican families in the valley all the way up to people who are damn near in Kansas!  It can never be centralized, but some core beliefs remain constant.  Right to life. Right to protect that life. Right to make a living.  Right to bring that living home without having someone kick in your door and take all you own.  Think of it this way.  If tomorrow the president of the US were to wake up and say, “To hell with Texas, just let ‘em go!”  Do you know what would happen?  Texas would, in short order, become one of the most powerful, and prosperous nations in the world because we represent everything that the USA does NOT! People KNOW Obama is a liar. They KNOW Holder is a liar.  And Hillary, OMG, don’t get me started. Rick Perry isn’t much, but he can’t hold a candle against the pros up there in DC. And I don’t really believe he’d sell a gun to the cartel. 

 

            The Republic of Texas existed from 1836 until 1845, but even as little as sixteen years after joining the US the majority of the population realized the error and wanted to pull back. The second president of Texas, Lamar, wanted its borders to extend from Louisiana all the way to the Pacific Ocean, so you see, this little idea of Texas was a tad bit larger than what most people think.  California was self governing as was, believe it or not, Vermont, but Texas was the only one recognized as a separate republic and state prior to its negotiated entrance into the US. 

 

            The Texas Nationalist Movement goes more for political negotiation rather than force when talking about separation from the US, and this is good.  We don’t need a devastating war to start a nation. Better we just ease out, making it harder and harder to even call us a part of the Obamanation. Another method that is badly needed is to get rid of people who misrepresent themselves and Texas.  You can’t have independence when you send a bunch of RINOs (Republican In Name Only) up to Washington, or Austin for that matter, who only want to be part of what THEY perceive to be THEIR American dream and completely forget about where they came from. At least Hillary ran off to New York and represented the communists.

 

            Texas independence is NOT a joke; we are NOT going away.  Little by little we will eat away at the chains that have bond us to the failing US, and they’re rusty chains, folks, and one day you will see that the path to republic will have already been ran, and there will be a new nation in the world, where our only problem will be immigration because everyone will want to be here! 

              

America Won!

                                                   America Won Today!

                                                              by Wilbur

     Once in a blue, blue moon someone comes along who makes a difference. Phil Robertson made that difference this weekend. But, it wasn't just him, it was every American who believed in God, decency, goodness, family and truth. For too long we have put up with the insane gyrations of every fringe group, no matter how crazy, no matter how indecent, no matter how far afield from the standards that founded this country, we just continued to work, keep our heads down and hoped for the best. It came down to one man speaking his mind, giving his opinion, basing these opinions from the Bible and these wackos leaped on him like a bunch of wild dogs. Only problem was they didn't look behind him. They didn't look at the millions of Americans who suddenly stood up and said, "ENOUGH!" If a sixty-seven year old man can't state that he believes what the Bible says we have come to a sad state of affairs. If a man who makes duck calls can't stand up for decency we have lost something in this country. Well, we didn't lose it. Even people in New York that wouldn't know a duck call if it walked up and honked at them stood up. 

     I have never watched Duck Dynasty, but I intend to now. I've never purchased a duck call but I'm going to now. Haven't read a Bible in a coon's age, but I'm going to give it another look. And I'm going to be eternally grateful to Phil for waking me up. I'll be grateful to him for drawing his line in the sand, which I was proud to step across and stand beside him. America will be a better place. We have seen what one old man with a duck call can do. Thank you Phil. Quack! Quack!