14 June 2015

25 May 2015

Memorial Day 2015

There is no ‘Happy’ Memorial Day And I despise businesses that have ‘Memorial Day Sales.’ Have some respect for those killed in action.

As long as I’m firing off salvos, Memorial Day IS NOT a day to thank veterans for their service. There are 364 days out of the year for that... or, Veterans Day. As said, please have respect and honor those who made the ultimate sacrifice, during combat, in the service to the United States of America.

Memorial Day is, was, and always will be a somber day... at least for me it is.

17 April 2015

The Village Idiot From Kenya...

...never had a pair of socks until he started making pocket change dealing drugs in Hawaii. (Kenya has already released the fact that -- yes, indeed -- Obamohammad was born there... just like Dear Ol GramMa said from the get-go. Surprise, surprise.

A friend of mine has a theory and I quote: 

“My theory is Obama was a major drug dealer in Hawaii as a teen and at Colombia, where he had the drug-using professors and fellow students in his hip pocket. Same with Harvard.  He didn’t attend class because he didn’t have to -- he could buy, manipulate, or coerce grades and diplomas. His 'community organizer' cover... more drug dealing.   
“Community Organizer, my ass. Try major drug dealer. Hawaii -- New York -- Boston -- Chicago.  
“How did Barry go from a high school pothead to being a student at Columbia and Harvard? Who paid the tab? What part time jobs did he have? Drug Dealer. 
“Who writes two autobiographies before the age of 50? Why? In order to define one’s self and create a narrative.” 

I’ll go a little further with this theory. Why have no friends (male or female) come forward gushing, “Gee! I knew (went with) Barry when we were at...”? The simple answer to that question would be, snitches have a way of coming up dead. There’s already one homo in Rev. (I use that title loosely) Jeremiah Wright’s Down Low Club who died a mysterious death when he came forward.

Surprise, surprise.

16 February 2015

President's Day Has Been The Same For The Past Six Years.

So has my salute.

Doc J, over at HopeNChange, says and illustrates it so well:
Today is President's Day... the day that the Post Office celebrates by giving us exactly the same amount of service that we’re getting from the current occupant (or is that occupier?) of the Oval Office.

Today is President’s Day - a day for us to celebrate the births of two great American Presidents, and to mourn the fact that we’re currently stuck with a miserable little weasel turd who is pretending to be king while systematically dismantling our country. 
Barack Hussein Obama (tantalizingly known to his many radical Islamic relatives in Africa as “Our American Cousin”)
 Or, better known to me as Obamohammad.
For the rest of us, the day largely boils down to two things: no mail and President’s Day sales.  
Which, when you think about it, rather perfectly symbolizes the current officeholder: a lack of government services and, thanks to his “if you like your health insurance you can keep it” promise, the biggest and sleaziest sales job in our nation’s history.
I wonder... will I ever be able to fly the Colors, without a mourning streamer and right-side up, in my lifetime?