Most of these pictures have been published along with an AP story. The volume of nuttiness building to the end of the year is swelling to a large crescendo. I think the goal is to crush our good natures and spirit. I'm still happy, hope you are, too. One of the great things about attaining some substantial age and experience is that we've seen this stuff before, haven't we?
Adios
Went to town to pick up mail this morning. It’s a little town…quiet this time of year. Old gal walking down the sidewalk with a protest sign under her arm. On her way to protest something. End the war, probably.
We have a gaggle of about a half-dozen scraggly old farts in town that gather some weekends on the corner outside the post office to protest the war. It’s not much of a war, but then they aren’t much of a protest mob either. They were a lot more active when GW was in office but seem more comfortable with Barak as CIC. Funny how that works with these folks, isn’t it?
Her sign read, “WWJB? – Who Would Jesus Bomb?” First thought that came to my mind was that Jesus didn’t have any bombs back then…not that he couldn’t have had some if he had wanted them. However, I’ve heard that the last time God got irked with us, he just flooded the earth, drowned everyone, and started over again. Maybe she hadn’t thought her question through thoroughly enough.
Anyway, it got me to thinking about protests. Those back in the late sixties were pretty numerous and large. I didn’t participate in any of them myself, although they were going on in the neighborhood. Had a war to deal with and after that, I had to work to eat, pay the rent, buy food, gas the car, and romance some ladies. There was a lot of protesting going on in my old neighborhood, but since I was done with the war by then, I turned more toward my own account and let the others deal with their own problems.
However, it did seem to me that those old protests had a certain character to them that latter day protestors can’t quite replicate. Where is their Abby Hoffman and Wavy Gravy? They tried a Woodstock redux in 1994, but it fell short, didn’t it? The old one was filled with some real grime where the redux had a kind of tofu feel to it. Maybe it’s just me, but if you’re going to get caked in mud and really get f**ked up, shouldn’t the folks in the background and all around you be caked in mud also? The weather was nice in 1994 and the folks in the background appear to have been nicely dressed for an afternoon outing.
One of the iconic sixties pictures is shown below…there is no doubt they are f**ked up…heck, I would reckon that they may have been in another dimension. One thing is certain, they were authentic to their time.
Adios
Bear with me a bit, my friends...experimenting with a way to alert you in the main blog that something new has been published here. The canned software doesn't allow me just to blink the button.
As for this bit of nonsense...well, not many words necessary, is there?
The stream of outrages and stupidity flowing from the Democratics is approaching ridiculous limits. I can’t keep up with all of them and putting up links to proofs—published videos, articles, and pictures is time consuming.
If you came here from the EH blog, I’m trusting that you respected the Link button’s warning, “CONSERVATIVES ONLY”…you did respect that caution, didn’t you?
I trust that regular readers will have developed their own methods of finding information. Further, I have reached the point in life that I no longer relish an opportunity for persuasive argument. It’s my opinion that the left has become so radicalized that any attempt at having a rational discussion is wasted time.
The listing that follows will be an ongoing log of outrages that caught my attention. They are listed together with enough factual information that you can find the details on your own, should you want to do so. It is in no way comprehensive but does highlight some of the more important and/or subtle occurrences that I believe worth keeping in mind.
26 Sept. 2011. NC Governor Beverly Perdue (D-NC), at a Raleigh, NC Rotary Club luncheon meeting – “Suspend Congressional elections for 2-years”.
14 Sept. 2011. Peter Orszag (D), former Obama administration Director of the Office of Management and Budget, in the “The New Republic” – “Why We Need Less Democracy”.
This is one of those examples I like to put together as an illustration of the "Theater of the Absurd" which is difficult keep up with these days. Nancy, a California gal, said she was trying the "save the world as we know it." Chester, a Texas gent, did save a big chunk of it.
Can you imagine what Admiral Chester Nimitz might have said if Nancy had corrected him as Barbara Boxer, another California gal, corrected a general some months ago when he respectfully replied, "Yes, Mam?" She wanted him to address her as, "Yes, Senator." One of them was rude, the other was not.
There is one substantial person in this picture.
The picture of today's German Chancellor in her rain attire got me to thinking what she might look like juxtaposed with another German Chancellor most of us recall. Don't you wonder what is going on between those 4 ears? The book is written about what was going on between 2 of those ears, the other is still playing out and not likely to be nearly so dramatic. But could there again be an Adolf? Of course there could. Beware, my children...be careful who you trust.
The rest of the story in this picture is interesting. The guy on the left was tried and hung; the one on the right was so morally certain of his mission that he shot himself in the head before he was given the chance to explain his performance...then hung.
