oh snark, where are you?

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its missing gentle readers and if you find it, please return to SU.  i sit here, wondering what to diss, mock or generally make fun of (other than tourists, they really piss me off) and im at a loss for words.  thank god that doesnt happen that often (i just go for months without writing lol).

there is so much to do, so much to say and im having a hard time realizing that i have a kid old enough to graduate college this weekend (CANT WAIT), then waits a week and gets married while waiting for her ots orders (thats officer training school if you didnt know). my kid will rule the world if she has any say about it lmsao.  i know she’ll make my soon to be new son in law salute her – bwahahahaha.

but what i find disturbing is the fact that there are weekly searches for my stalker (by name) on my blog constantly. i dont know what her problem is other than being a sociopath psychopathic loser.  she did her damage, what little there was, to me, why is she or her minions hanging about?  it gets better – she and her “friends” or partners in crime lol read here and i for the life of me cant figure out why.  she’s nothing. she’s marginalized and is missing in action (oh i could only hope for real). so that makes me wonder what is that ignorant arundale up to?  i know she tried to charge her boyfriend with domestic abuse – but she was totally liquored up and caused it herself then tried to fry him. i helped his attorney in any way i could.  i hope you read that suzanne. yes, i tried to help the om get off on what were trumped up charges.  i hope some of hte info about you i provided to his attorney helped him you ignorant c*nt.  now dont you think its time to stay the hell out of my life, you lost – again.

ah snark. its coming back and it feels great lol.  so lets talk about tourists. my number one complaint. would someone please explain to me the wisdom of doing 35 in a 55 zone because you’ve never seen an amish team of 6 plow or even a buggy for that matter. does pulling over to the side of the road occur to you? and dont get me started about hats. the older the driver the worse it is. and before i say anything i will regret (yeah, right) i’ll leave this subject for a day when im stuck behind them and can really do it justice.

we took a glorious ride on saturday, oh how i missed being on the back of the bike. i may have an opportunity for a dyna low rider if the price is right and we can negotiate. i know my beloved wants another harley. he can deny it till he’s blue in the face but i.know.him.  but this bike shall be mine and if he’s a good boy, i’ll let him ride it lol.

snark – where have you been? ive missed you my friend.  you’re coming and going and i cant find my stride.

sadly… su

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spring, is it really you?

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welcome back gentle readers and please dont kick me for being away so long. its been a long, cold, rainy winter and i ABHOR the winters cold and well, until this winter snowy. THIS WINTER was however, rainy. rainy as hell i mighty say. if we got a total of 9 inches of snow over the entire season, id say we were lucky.  it was always rainy with a chance of snow. now you out there who actually know me know i hate rain more than snow and we had some serious rain a few times so that my neighbors parking lot turned into lake andrew lol.  he split for a couple days to wait out the storm.

this winter was also particularly COLD. i.hate.the.cold.more.than.anything.else.in.the.entire.world.  i prefer to take clothes off rather than layer them on. you know, like t-shirt, sweat shirt, heavy coat just to go outside for a smoke. and considering we dont smoke in the house, my smoking habit diminished greatly over the winter but now its picking back up again with the incoming warm weather. ahhhh warm weather. after the winter from hell, its a beautiful thing. lets see if i can import my smoking apparel for this winter: and nope, it wont allow the file type. but picture this – 6 foot of jenny in a real full length light brown paisley fully faux fur lined (all of it sleeves and neck) exceedingly warm coat with my hat and cowboys scarf on lol. oh lets not forget leather gloves as well. tole you it was cold outside. bitter cold. and i was warm lol.  i could pull up the fur lined collar which came up to over halfway up my head and turn my back to the wind (oh the wind rat bastard) and stand there in relative pleasantry smoking away with a smile on my face lol.  although its much milder taking the dogs out back, the building blocks a lot of wind and because of that i was grilling during the winter.  dinner grilled just cant be beat.

but now, recently actually, ive seen the daffydoodles breaking ground and crocus’ making their appearances. that sealed it for me, spring is on its way. it was still fairly cold those weeks but yesterday, oh yesterday it was glorious. we hit the 60;s and i was actually out in just a sweatshirt – NO JACKET.  no jacket you say SU?? yes by god gentle readers, i was out without a jacket. and it gets better. my morning routine starts with me getting my coffee and a smoke and sitting out front listening to the days music. i didnt even think about it, i just walked outside in my jammies and robe and sat comfortably outside with my coffee and smoke. it took me a few to realize it but i was out there in my robe and jammies and it was warm.  yes virginia, IT WAS WARM! i felt no need to run inside to get my coat. and i smiled.  the weather troll predicted the 70’s for mon and tuesday. hell i might go streaking its been so long since i’ve seen the 70’s lol.  i might even be able to stop double socking it from now on! i hate socks. it bothers my toe ring lol.   hmm i think i need a new pair of sneaks too.

well my creative writing has come to a screeching halt. ive been up since 1.30am, again. apparently chili and i are not sleep compatible lol. well sleep and i are not sleep compatible lately despite my meds.  i get up 3 hours after going to sleep and say oh hell no im going back to sleep then 3 hours later im up again. this time the oh hell no doesnt work. with the absence of sleep comes my nastier side so i think in my next post im going to bring to light the assholes who come searching for my stalker – and dig this, one of them is from the dod in iowa. we pay his salary and he’s searching a blog for that dumb bitch lol. so coming soon to a blog near you will be some amusing info that any hacker would love to have.  if you know one, send him my way after reading my next post   they deserve what they get. they arent here for casual reading.

i have no tun to leave you with for a spring day. and that really sucks. and holy shit does my cat stink. poor thing, the rainbow bridge is going to claim him soon.  we will be sad.   so on that sad note, i bid you all a fond adieu, cause i really want a smoke lol.  until we meet again gentle readers – you have a most righteous day! i know i will!!!

su

 

 

lifted from the lonely conservative – it cant happen here?

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i just read the most amazing blog post gentle readers. you probably dont know this about me, nor wouldnt believe it when you read it, but im a conservative capatilist constitutionalst. i believe in freedom, liberty and justice for all. you work for what you have. and the second amendment FIRMLY. now when i say you work for what you have, there is no excuse for you not to. hey – i work at a convenience store to make money, i do what i have to do to pay the bills. whats your excuse welfare baby momma, crack daddy, unemployment ho?  i didnt go to college and ive had very good jobs in my time. there is no excuse for you NOT to get up off your duffs and off the dole. all that being said (thats one of my pet peeves and one of my deepest truest beliefs is that if you’re not outraged, you’re not paying attention.

so lol.  i read this most incredibly awesome post called it cant happen here. it put my political/social scientist beliefs into words so perfectly, i had to share it with you – and give serious props to a) dr robert owens, the guest writer and b) the lonely conservative blog, who i just bookmarked.  its freakin awesome.  i wont discuss politics on socially unattractive gentle readers cause thats not how i roll but occasionally i will find something that just screams ME and share it with you.  so on that note, i bring you:   IT CANT HAPPEN HERE (gentle applause):

It Can’t happen Here

Revolutions happened in other countries.  The USSR, their satellite countries in Eastern Europe and Asia, African countries, and of course those banana republics somewhere down south, but one thing is for sure, it can’t happen here.  Following in the footsteps of giants who have used these prophetic words of Sinclair Lewis I want to examine how it did happen here.

In the America of George Washington, Thomas Jefferson, and James Madison, in theAmericawe inherited from our forefathers we knew that there could never be a revolution.  We had the Constitution with its checks and balances, its separation of powers, and its Bill of Rights.  These were rock solid, carved in stone, and strong enough to preserve the Republic and safe guard the freedom of its people.

Besides the American people would not stand for some wannabe dictator and his brown, black or whatever color shirt followers marching through the streets and into the White House.  The sons of the Pioneers wouldn’t sit still for any attempt to curtail limited government, personal freedom, or economic opportunity.  No way!  No how!  Others might accept censorship, surveillance, and rigged elections, but not us, not Americans.  We had fought wars to defend our independence, wars to defeat totalitarianism; we had even fought wars to spread freedom.  No, we wouldn’t quietly allow homegrown tyrants to grasp the levers of power.

I sounds so comforting, “It can’t happen here.”  If you take a beginning Political Science class in either High School or College you will learn how the government works. How bills become laws, how the legislature is made up of the freely elected representatives of the people, how the President runs the executive branch and the Supreme Court sits atop the judicial branch.  You will learn about the Declaration of Independence and how the Constitution was written to replace the Articles of Confederation which were too weak to work.  Yes, you will learn all about how it’s supposed to work.

In most schools you will also learn that the Constitution is a “living Document” that can be re-interpreted to fit every generation and every age.  The results of 100 years of re-interpretation have led us to the brink of ruin and me to recommend that the study of the Constitution be moved from Political Science to History, since what rules us today is legal precedent and bureaucratic regulation.  The courts use foreign laws and traditions to interpret our laws and traditions.  The legislature passes laws they don’t read filled with thousands of pages of vague platitudes and goals that the bureaucrats fill in with no oversight and the force of law.  And the President does whatever he wants and no one says a thing.

So how did America fall for the oldest con in the world: “Give me your freedom and I’ll give you security?”

Those who wished to gain power had no ideology or theology which inspired them.  They only sought power for power’s sake.  They espoused whatever populist themes gave them the broadest support.  To bring as many interest groups as possible into their coalition they embraced an “I’m okay you’re okay” relativity that rejected absolutes and extoled the fringe as the mainstream.

And all the while the decedents of the blacksmiths and farmers who once congregated on corners to discuss the latest political pamphlet or to debate the merits of economic policy snoozed on the couch waking up long enough to go to work or watch the game.

The Revolutionaries of the New America first took root in the faculty lounges of academia providing the intellectual and cultural cover for an American movement that promoted the opposite of everythingAmericastood for.  From the classrooms of our colleges, came the next generations of teachers, journalists, lawyers, artists, and politicians.  Soon it was common knowledge that our once rock-solid Constitution was a Living Document to be twisted and changed whenever those in power found the need.

From here it was just a matter of time until a revolution was accomplished through evolutionary change.  Once the centers of power were secure in Washington, Hollywood, and the media the trickle of change became a torrent and the torrent became a tsunami.  Two wings on the same bird of prey, perpetually re-elected representatives from the twin headed party of power pander to the lowest common denominators, buying votes, using taxes to punish enemies, and tax money to reward friends.

Our tyrants-in-training have captured the government and the economy, created a dependent class of motor-voters, convinced people that a continually growing debt is sustainable, and turned the government into the one who picks winners and losers instead of a free economy.  The slow slide down a slippery slope has accelerated into a precipitous procession over a predictable precipice.  To those who have seen this coming it is like watching a slow motion train wreck.  The coming destruction is not mitigated in the least by the decades or warning.

Our prideful boast of it can’t happen here has become a heart wrenching analysis of how it did happen here.  How did the Progressives capture our land and subvert our Republic?  They did it gradually inch by inch, step by step.  When they lost a round they held their gains and as soon as possible recovered their long march toward a totally transformed nation.

How they changed it brings us to the question, “How do we change it back?”

Violent revolt is both repugnant and obviously suicidal to people who understand that once that genie is out of the bottle there is no way to know which way it will go, except that the odds are heavily against it ever landing back in a stable land of limited government and personal freedom.  The power of the state is overwhelming.  Millions of shot guns, pistols, and even those terrible assault rifles we are constantly being lectured about would make no headway against Abrams tanks and F-18s.

There are only two ways to have a successful peaceful revolution.  One: the vast majority of the people must go on strike and refuse to operate as a society until the changes have been made.  Or two: it must happen gradually line upon line verse upon verse always keeping the goal in sight and moving forward at every opportunity.  In other words we must do to the new establishment what they did to the old: not overthrow it, supplant it, and replace it in the hearts and minds of the people.

We can rest assured that all people at all times eventually yearn for freedom thus the stage is set by the very nature of man that God imprinted on us in His creation.  Free choice is the natural state of man and in the end we will return to it.  This pall of totalitarianism which is falling like a shadow across the land will one day awake to find the light of liberty cannot be quenched forever.

What should we do?  Education is the key.  If you are not a teacher become one.  Learn to show yourself approved.  Teach anyone who will listen of freedom, of the true History of the American experiment.  Become involved in any way you can to retake control of our education system so that we can train the coming generations to love freedom, truth, justice, and the American way.

And don’t lose hope.  God created us to be free, and though tyrants always seek to ensnare people in their self-serving systems we will one day be free again.  Draw near to God and He will draw near to you.  Remember what we thought couldn’t happen here has and what they think can’t happen to them will. Freedom will rise from the ashes and one day the light of liberty will once again burn brightly in America the beautiful.

Dr. Owens teaches History, Political Science, and Religion.  He is the Historian of the Future @http://drrobertowens.com © 2013 Robert R. Owens drrobertowens@hotmail.com  Follow Dr. Robert Owens on Facebook or Twitter @ Drrobertowens / Edited by Dr. Rosalie Owens

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