Thursday, July 30, 2009

"English Only?" My Grandmothers Solution"

My grandmother, on my father's side, emigrated to America with her husband, my grandfather, shortly after the turn of the last century, to escape the impending massacres of Armenians by the Ottoman Turks. My grandfather died when my father was 11, and my grandmother went to work teaching immigrants citizenship classes for well over 50 years. She would speak the native tongue with her contemporaries, but, except for teaching them how to say: "Hello. How are you?" - and, "I'm fine, thank you." in her native tongue, never with her children. She instead taught her children, all of whom were born in America, "You live here. You learn, speak and think in the language of this country". They all did quite well for themselves, and their families, as a result.

"Mores the Pity"

Regarding the continuing scandals over outrageous expenses charged to their expense accounts in Parliament by the MP's, as they're known: If only the current pack o' Brits had what we cheeky, upstart colonists had the temerity and foresight to enshrine in our "God given rights" proclaimed when we threw off the yoke of their oppressive government; the second amendment. Then, they could credibly offer to pay for the "Final Expenses" for those arrogant "Spawn of Unwedded Bliss" in Parliament who act so "Upper Crust", if you will and refuse to either change their ways or leave office. Alas, their government has no fear whatsoever of their "Wards" ability to forcefully, if need be, "Throw the Bums Out". "Mores the Pity". Indeed.

"Don't Worry, Bob's here!"

"Don't Worry, Bob's here!" That was the punch line from a rather memorable commercial for a temp agency from a few years ago. I took that line, applied it to illegal immigration and came up with the following tongue in cheek essay: "Don't worry, B.O.B.'s here!" "B.O.B." stands for "Bag limit? Or Bounty?" It went on from there. Unfortunately, it's lost somewhere in the old, real old computer it was created on. You, however, I believe, get the idea. Of course, the "progressives" who read it were "outraged, simply outraged" by it. I saw this reaction as a good sign, since they usually are by the truth. I also was saddened by the realization that "A Modest Proposal", or something similar, could not be published in todays world of "Politically Correct, New Speak".

Thursday, July 9, 2009

Catty "C's"

The following was posted by me after reading an article written by a woman about Sara Palin's resignation in a positive, family manner. The comments posted, especially by women, were so vitriolic, I felt constrained to give a little "Backhanded" response, if, for no other reason, only to shock the vicious vixens' to rethink their responses to conservative women: I love the left's "Unkinder, Less gentler" demeanor ("de less dey have to offer, de meaner dey gets"). Catty c(vagina's)s attempts at keeping suppressed the message of any part of an American conservative culture's views, which, unlike their own, actually take pride in their down home, "plain speaking" (Harry S. Truman), if you will. What you blathering bimbette's do not understand is the fact that even this 68 year old Alpha Male who hunts, fishes and is a conservationist - not an environmentalist - and an America First, Last and Always voter, would trust someone who does not make a big deal out of who she is. You do. You make the big deal out of every last bit of she and her family's life. Then, if (trick word) you don't like what she stands for, she finds herself responding to innumerable false accusations made by all the jealous, frowzy frumps such as yourselves who can't stand anyone who doesn't fit their (allegedly) sophisticated (and, of course it's so superior) world view. Would conservatives want an Andy Jackson type for President again? Anyone? Hell yes!. (Now scurry, scurry. Off you go to Google, Lexus Nexus, Wikipedia or wherever one goes searching for any "dirt" on ol' Andy J. one can use to bolster one's specious argument's against Mrs. (not Ms., but Mrs.) Palin. Ta, ta! By the way, "Ladies" (or is it Laddies in drag?), never vote for anyone who uses "Trust", "Vote" and "Me" in the same sentence. Oh yes. Even I would've sat down and had a beer with the ol' "Elmer Gantry" of politics, Bill Clinton, but that doesn't mean I'd ever vote for him.

Sunday, July 5, 2009

"On Gun Control"

"An armed society, is a polite society."; Thus noted the late, great author, Robert Heinlein. He also, in one of his works noted, at the entrance to "the Woods", the following: "Warning" "The varmints in these parts are not tame." "visitors are advised to stay on the road, as their remains will not be forwarded to next of kin.". I have, on occasion, had to make the presence of a firearm known. I too, was not in violation of the second amendment of our constitution, just the laws of the state I was residing in that contravene the constitution. As a matter of fact, I had my right eye socket broken in March of '73 because there was no one willing to intervene and there was no firearm handy. The neurosurgeon who put me back together told me I was lucky to be alive and never let that happen again. I haven't. Several times in urban settings, only once or twice in the wilds of the back country.

I have gone hunting in the Trinity National Forest, for example, and encountered extra-urban agronomists, in their 20's to early 30's, just leaving their crops as the deer hunting season opened. In the tradition of any farmer describing an animal consuming or destroying their crops, "Varmints" is the very term they used to describe the deer I was about to hunt.

Fortunately, for them, my appearance was both disarming and not threatening. Older; Salt and Pepper hair and beard; 9 month old mixed-breed dog; '57 vintage Winchester model '97 30-30 WCF; Smith & Wesson N Frame .44 Spec. on my hip, all went towards convincing them I was not after their crop. What they didn't see, was my .44 Spec. calibre Charter Arms Bulldog secreted, yet handy, on my person. We chatted briefly, and went our separate ways, as I intended. If it had turned out otherwise, I knew I had a better chance than they thought, giving me the edge. I have, on occasion, had to use a firearm to defuse a potentially violent situation. Never have had to actually shoot anyone, as the sudden appearance of the gun was argument enough, and that's all I wanted in the first place.

Friday, July 3, 2009

"Enemy of the State?"

When this speech becomes illegal, I'll become a criminal: "I may become an enemy of the state, but never of the people".