Swamp Musings

"The government is like a baby's alimentary canal, with a happy appetite at one
end and no responsibility at the other." --Ronald Reagan

Can anyone believe this woman has her head not installed cross-threaded? Or the critter that nominated her? Another sheesh.

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Fla. Tourists Warned on Deadly Force Law

"Do not argue unnecessarily with local people," it says. "If someone appears to be angry with you, maintain to the best of your ability a positive attitude, and do not shout or make threatening gestures."

Do you feel lucky punk? Well, do you?

The first shot is to distract. The second goes to the biggest part. The third is "insurance". Lawyers have a field day with the third so place it close to the second rather than between the eyes. A knowledge of anatomy is useful. And no, if the fella insults your wife at the biker bar, kneecapping him with the .357 passes muster but if you take out the other knee, it's worth 6 years.

Got to link to Madam Brady. Totally mindless crap.

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I enjoy Fred's weekly stuff. Over the last couple of years some of his two-toned typing has had me in a quandry. Less and less every week.

Diving Into The Third World

[snipon] Little while back, I found a story about how Toyota decided to put a factory in Toronto because Americans were too hard to train when they weren’t actually illiterate. Isn’t that why companies don’t have factories in Zimbabwe? “Look, Ma, we’re almost a third-world country. Can I have a spear?” After decades of trying to make every kid as dumb as the dumbest kid, I guess we did it.

America is hollowing out, I tell you. Fast. It’s societal apoptosis, cultural gangrene by national choice. It hasn’t quite gotten bad enough for people in Texas to notice it, as they drive their Subarus to Wal-Mart to buy Chinese merchandise, but give it five years. Maybe ten. The Soviet Union collapsed from sheer bumbling foolishness. We’re working on it.

I figure it must be a current. Or maybe sometimes history has a sense of humor. They that say brevity is the soul of wit. We’ve had a couple of hundred years. Looks like brevity to me.

Lots of the mess comes from the feddle gummint, the employer of only resort for officious and intrusive muddle-headed affirmative-action dullards. Do you know how stupid these people really are? Used to be to get a feddle job you took the Federal Service Entrance Exam, which was actually hard. Now it’s reflectometer readings and estrogen counts, which is why everything Washington touches turns to mud. And it touches everything, like a prospective shoplifter in a jewelry store.

Ever ten minutes a study appears saying that kids can barely read. Yes! In America, the richest most hooptee-whatever, leader of nations, etc. How is this possible? How hard is it to teach kids to read? Not very. It’s hard to keep most of them from doing it.

We’ve managed it, though. The schools are feminized, ideologized, psychologized, amphetamized, egalitized and therapeuted—and run by the government. They do everything they can to keep anyone else from opening a school that might work. We’re not illiterate despite the government, but because of it.

Then there’s the War on Drugs. Uncle Sugar spends billions for decades on eliminating drugs, and what do we have? Every rec drug you’ve ever heard of is available at prices you can’t afford to turn down, delivered by an efficient system of distribution that reaches conveniently into every town in the country. Want half a key of grass? Your friendly local connection will bring it to your door. Suppose Washington tried to distribute drugs that well. Prices would soar. Everyone would go into withdrawal.

How about illegal immigration? The feds really did well on that one, no te parece? Washington tells poor Mexicans, “Look, it’s illegal to cross this border, see? But if you make it we’ll give you welfare, medical care, jobs, driver’s licenses, and schools of a sort for your kids. If you don’t make it, we’ll send you back and you can try again. Now, don’t cross it, you hear?” [snipoff]

There were a couple of other sentences in the above that needed highlighting and even more in the full article. That one just got it because it is so goddamn true. Been true even around here in a very tiny community that did not show up on the big 1976 Rand-McNally roadmap. Lulu did. So did Bertha. And Mikesville. I don't walk too well these days but a 10 minute drive or a 1 1/2 hour walk with far less than store-bought prices would get me that .357, a box of cartridges, all the weed, crank, and heroin one could wish for. Yes, the above was done a while back. No, there will be no more information available. And no, I don't have a .357. My .38 is loaded and by my bedside. BTW, if you ever have a requirement to point a gun at someone, the decision to shoot should come within less than a second. Clear and present danger, pull the trigger. Aim for the big part.

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This is for Rob (and a lot of other fellas)