Saturday, June 30, 2012

The first Yelp!

I think that in the coming days you will find the ire and resolve of working, tax paying Americans has been raised to a fever pitch. Yes, WE have been complacent. WE have had our collective heads in the sand for generations. Allowing a representative bunch to speak for us while we lived our lives. The fruit of that complacency now stares us in the face. However, with the implementation of Barry's Ofarce, and the realization that SCROTUS does not have our backs, the Independant heart of America will rise up, in forceful yet peaceful protest, and take back this still great nation. They just kicked the biggest frickin dog on the planet...The God loving, blue collar, tax paying, gun toting backbone of America and the free world. Resolve is a powerful weapon in the hands of a righteous man...

Friday, June 29, 2012

The Lady from Montana has the floor...

Patty, I don't know who you are or what your story is, but as I couldnt have put it better, you have the floor...

Alan Simpson, Senator from Wyoming , Co-Chair of Obama's deficit commission, calls senior citizens the Greediest Generation, as he compared "Social Security" to a Milk Cow with 310 million teats.

Here's a response in a letter from PATTY MYERS in Montana ... I think she is a little ticked off! She also tells it like it is!

"Hey Alan, let's get a few things straight!

1. As a career politician, you have been on the public dole for FIFTY YEARS.

2. I have been paying Social Security taxes for 48 YEARS (since I was 15 years old. I am now 63).

3. My Social Security payments, and those of millions of other Americans, were safely tucked away in an interest bearing account for decades until you political pukes decided to raid the account and give
OUR money to a bunch of zero ambition losers in return for votes, thus bankrupting the system and turning Social Security into a Ponzi scheme that would have made Bernie Madoff proud

4. Recently, just like Lucy & Charlie Brown, you and your ilk pulled the proverbial football away from millions of American seniors nearing retirement and moved the goalposts for full retirement from age 65
to age 67. NOW, you and your shill commission is proposing to move the goalposts YET AGAIN.

5. I, and millions of other Americans, have been paying into Medicare from Day One, and now you morons propose to change the rules of the game. Why? Because you idiots mismanaged other parts of the economy to such an extent that you need to steal money from Medicare to pay the bills. And you've spent more than any administration in history.
6. I, and millions of other Americans, have been paying income taxes our entire lives, and now you propose to increase our taxes yet again. Why? Because you incompetent b------s spent our money so
profligately that you just kept on spending even after you ran out of money. Now, you come to the American taxpayers and say you need more to pay off YOUR debt.

To add insult to injury, you label us "greedy" for calling "bullshit" on your incompetence. Well, Captain Bullshit, I have a few questions for YOU.

1. How much money have you earned from the American taxpayers during your pathetic 50-year political career?

2. At what age did you retire from your pathetic political career, and how much are you receiving in annual retirement benefits from the American taxpayers?

3. How much do you pay for YOUR government provided health insurance?

4. What cuts in YOUR retirement and healthcare benefits are you proposing in your disgusting deficit reduction proposal, or, as usual, have you exempted yourself and your political cronies?

It is you, Captain Bullshit, and your political co-conspirators called Congress who are the "greedy" ones. It is you and your fellow nutcases who have bankrupted America and stolen the American dream from millions of loyal, patriotic taxpayers. And for what? Votes! That's right, sir. You and yours have bankrupted America for the sole purpose of advancing your pathetic political careers. You know it, we know it, and you know that we know it.

And you can take that to the bank, you miserable son -----

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Contemptable Behavior

So today Eric Holder was held "in contempt of Congress". If this were in court that might mean something. Contempt of Court at least means there is a fine levied that must be paid in leau of 10-30 days in jail. Here? It means virtually nothing, other than expressing the contempt that the United States Congress has for the DOJ's top law dog.
And now that B. Hussein Obama, King of America, has weighed in with his Executive Privilege, and that before the vote, it looks as though all of America (at least the civilized portion thereof) holds this administration in contempt as well.
But what of it? From what I understand there is no real penalty for being held in contempt of congress. Just the ramification that the legislative branch of the government thinks you're a heal. And given that this has got to have been thought out way before this, to wit the stonewalling, the contempt charge, and lastly the rope thrown by El Hefe', it's really a spit ball in the face of America by Obama's socialist agenda.
I mean, really. What's gonna happen now? Holder has straight faced lied, omitted, or otherwise bullshitted us all the way through this Fast and Furious drama. They knew up front what they were doing, knew it might, could and probably would, in some sense or another, blow up in their face, and yet here we are. The deal went down, over a year of hearings, demands for documents, justice and just plain answers, and we know nothing. With El Hefe's imperial seal now firmly affixed to the safe holding all those documents, we will probably never know exactly what happened. And you know something? I think that this is all part of the plan.
These guys are playing tug of war with a rotten rope and knowing all along that there is a greater than not chance that it will break. They are prepared for the obvious results. Unfortunately, no one else is. Leaving Brian Terry and the two hundred Mexican souls dead and the rest of America sitting here on our asses bawling "foul!"
So here we sit. Congress has Holder in contempt but we already know that carries no heat. Obama has taken on the mantle of Holders Hero, and saved his bacon at the eleventh hour, but that doesn't necessarily implicate him in any wrong doing, legally that is. I think it will definitely play a big role in his popularity show from here on out, but I don't know that he really cares what the common Americans perspective of him is.
Here's what I'm thinking. I've said this before and I'll say it again. One of two scenarios is being played out here. This is devil be damned, "bang it till it bleeds" crap, with these guys just pushing everything to the limit with the whole gangsta-in-yo-face-what-ya-gonna-do-bout-it attitude and daring the American people to do something, and hoping with all their bluster it will work. Or, they have such a rotten plan up their sleeve they just don't care what people think of this in comparison to what is next.
I'm personally leaning toward the later. There is just no way that my mind can wrap itself around this being just a lame assed presidents antics. I mean, we've had bad presidents before. Some who pulled some pretty crazy crap on the American people. But I don't recall any who could compare to Barry. This is street thug antics here. Do whatever you want regardless of how repulsive, uncivilized or outrageous it is. I think most Americans opposed to him are standing there slack jawed thinking "there is just no way he did that!" But its true, he did.
Those that do favor him are just as surprised, but in a morbid sort of fashion. Like the looky loo's standing on the street below yelling "jump" to the man on the ledge. Filled with morbid curiosity to see what he's gonna do next. I don't think they really support what he's doing so much as they are just thrilled to see someone do something so outrageous. I also don't think they are thinking far enough ahead to see what damage to this country he can inflict, if they even care. Which is really the central theme of the liberal left. As long as I get mine, who gives a damn what happens to anyone else.
I don't have any respect for this president, and I certainly don't have any respect for those who are too self centered, egotistical, or full of pride to turn off the support for him even after witnessing what they know to be immoral, if not illegal behavior. He is running this country into the ground and, like I said, its for either one of two reasons. To use and abuse it while he's in the drivers seat, or he's just the chauffeur, and someone even worse is sitting in the back seat driving it into the ground. One far more evil, intelligent and insidious than Barry. In any case, O has to go. And the sooner the better.

Put Me In Charge



This was in the Waco Tribune Herald, Waco , TX , Nov 18, 2011


Put me in charge of food stamps. I'd get rid of Lone Star cards; no cash for Ding Dongs or Ho Ho's, just money for 50-pound bags of rice and beans, blocks of cheese and all the powdered milk you can haul away. If you want steak and frozen pizza, then get a job.

Put me in charge of Medicaid. The first thing I'd do is to get women Norplant birth control implants or tubal legations. Then, we'll test recipients for drugs, alcohol, and nicotine. If you want to reproduce or use drugs, alcohol, or smoke, then get a job.

Put me in charge of government housing. Ever live in a military barracks? You will maintain our property in a clean and good state of repair. Your home" will be subject to inspections anytime and possessions will be inventoried. If you want a plasma TV or Xbox 360, then get a job and your own place.

In addition, you will either present a check stub from a job each week or you will report to a "government" job. It may be cleaning the roadways of trash, painting and repairing public housing, whatever we find for you. We will sell your 22 inch rims and low profile tires and your blasting stereo and speakers and put that money toward the "common good.."

Before you write that I've violated someone's rights, realize that all of the above is voluntary. If you want our money, accept our rules. Before you say that this would be "demeaning" and ruin their "self esteem," consider that it wasn't that long ago that taking someone else's money for doing absolutely nothing was demeaning and lowered self esteem.

If we are expected to pay for other people's mistakes we should at least attempt to make them learn from their bad choices. The current system rewards them for continuing to make bad choices.

AND While you are on Gov't subsistence, you no longer can VOTE! Yes, that is correct. For you to vote would be a conflict of interest. You will voluntarily remove yourself from voting while you are receiving a Gov't welfare check. If you want to vote, then get a job.

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Mitigating Circumstances

I'd like to comment in length on a post I recently read reference proposed law changes in Indiana about the "legality of firing on a law enforcement officer". Trying to express a complicated perspective in 140 characters or less was too challenging. I think in my effort, I may have been misunderstood and lost a few follows in the process. But such is life. The true seeker of knowledge and understanding will ask the hard question. Those just along for the ride will always abstain from confrontation.
So I want to qualify on a couple of points before I get to the confrontational portion of my expose' here.
I am a citizen of a currently free America. One that depends on the enforcement of laws established to keep it free, and peaceful. I want it known up front that I uphold the role of the law enforcement officer, and support the often horrific job they have to do.
Secondly I'd have to say that there is no greater calling than that of the protector. Whether that's LEO, military or citizen soldier. These are jobs that often times extract the very most that a human can offer, to wit their very life. They do it with substandard pay, and mostly under the woeful eye of those that want, and need, the protection they offer, but seldom want the restrictions that can come with security.
Thirdly, while I respect the badge of office, and authority, I also respect human nature for the flaws it can harbor. Which is where we are now going to tread.
As a young and rambunctious man, like many, I tended to push some envelopes of legality. It was never an intentional matter of seeking to break the law, but it was a somewhat self serving desire to do whatever I wanted to do, and whenever. I drove too fast, drank one too many beers, shot some game and did some fishing where, and when I shouldn't and without the proper credentials needed. I never hurt anyone, but as always, the potential is there. I got caught a few times, skated a few times, and slipped away without anyone being the wiser more times than I can count. But I never hurt anyone. No justification, just stating a fact.
All of that changed when I had kids. Because like so many others, we never really seem to understand the reasons behind restriction until we have someone we care about more than ourselves. When the kids came, life got serious. On to my point.
Several times in my life I've bumped up against that portion of human nature I mentioned before...the flawed side. The side that lacks that character trait that makes a person like you or me hesitate, and more often than not, refrain from progressing in a manner that is either illegal or carries the potential to hurt someone else. This is what is called Common Grace within the realms of the religious. That small piece of God's love given to every man as a gift that makes most people "good" even if they don't share a relationship with Him. This post isn't about religion so I won't expand here and now on that.
I think it is safe to say that while the majority of those that profess to be protectors carry enough of this Grace in their spiritual pocket to be righteous in the endeavor, there are certainly those that slip through that don't. These are the ones who wear the badge, or carry the weapon, because it renders them more powerful in their own mind. They are the dangerous ones. They present a problem in the military, and I've seen them on the streets of America. A few examples.
When I separated from active duty with the Marine Corps, my first choice for civilian employment was with a municipal police department. My first stop was the Maricopa County Sheriff's department, that at the time was listing some openings on it's deputy program. I wasn't successful at getting in, much to my displeasure, because it was only open to a minority selection. Not my point here either, but it points my direction.
Instead, I got a job with the Maricopa County Sheriffs Office in the jail system working on a project called Arizona Boys Ranch. They were part of the juvenile detention system of the county jail. We took boys between the ages of 15-18 into a work release half way house type program up into the mountains of Arizona where we worked for the Fish and Game, Forestry Department, and Parks and Recreation systems. For me it was a lateral attempt to get into the Sheriffs Department. For the people running the program it was a way to make money off of kickbacks, graft and shell games. Money supposedly spent on the welfare of the kids was making its way into private pockets, and when I figured it all out and spoke up about it in an employee meeting, I got the proverbial boot. That's the shady side of LEO administration that hurts the tax payers pocket, but doesn't really represent a victim. Here's a couple examples of the nasty street scenarios that do, did and could have potentially gotten someone killed.
In 2002 I was the director of security for my local church. Ah...I saw the flicker of the eyebrow, and the flash of eye that comes whenever I mention being "director of security" for a church. But I live in an ethnically diverse part of Charlotte, NC, and the church was across the street from one of the most crime challenged high schools in the city. The area is also rated as one of the worst in Charlotte and two years ago was rated as 8th from the top of the 40 worst neighborhoods reference crime in the nation. So yes, we have a security program, and I carry a firearm. I am licensed to carry that firearm concealed, and I am proficiently trained in its use.
So early one morning back in 2002, around 3:30 or 4a.m. I'm wakened by a loud bang. I only heard it once, and my sleeping mind told me as I was waking up that it resembled a gunshot, and close. I looked out the window and saw nothing. My bedroom faces the back yard, and that's where the noise seem to come from so I picked up my .45 that sits in the bedside drawer and walked out into the back yard. I had stood on the porch for a couple of minutes when I heard the noise again. This time, being awake, I knew it wasn't a gunshot, sounded metallic, but too squishy if that were to make any sense. It actually sounded like someone kicking a metal bucket, and it was coming from the front.
So I walked through the house with the pistol in my hand, wearing only camouflage pajama bottoms. Yea laugh, the kids bought'em for me for Christmas that year. I walked out on my front porch but couldn't see anything for the hedges around the front yard. I had my cellphone in one hand and the pistol in the other when I poked my head out from between the hedge path at the front walk. As I did, I heard the noise again to my right. So pushing the pistol into the waist band of my drawers I started down the sidewalk in the direction of the bangs. Two or three houses up the block I saw the culprit. A local drunk walking down the street with an aluminum baseball bat smacking mailboxes. I looked back at mine and sure enough, crushed. That was the bang that woke me up. I dialed 911 and started back down the walk towards my house talking to the dispatch on the way. I recounted what I had heard, what I had seen, and what I had done, and what I was doing.
I had just stepped into my yard when I was surprised to see the first squad car pull up. Much too quickly for them to have alerted to my call. One car, obviously seeing me, pulled to the street in front of my house, a second pulling up behind him. I approached the first car and immediately recognized the officer. He and I had made contact on several occasions within the community watch program I belonged to. I briefly explained to him that I had my pistol in the back of my pajamas (which I had to hold up because the pistol outweighed the elastic capacity of the waistband). I showed him the cell phone in my left hand and he could see my right hand holding up my pj's. I think he may have smirked a bit as I approached. I was explaining about the noise and the bonehead with the baseball bat when a third patrol car came zipping down the street from the same direction, passed the two parked in front of my house and went to the next block intersection. He flipped a screaming u-turn and barreled back down on us. As he approached, he slid to a stop, kicked his door open and while we all watched proceeded to draw his service weapon out, point it at me and scream, "Put your hands in the air where I can see them!!" I looked at the officer sitting in the car for direction, he looked at the other officer, seeing the drawn weapon, and stated I'd better do as told. I told him that if I let go of my britches everything was going to head south. He said he knew, and that he'd cover for me. Meanwhile the screaming officer was still screaming for me to raise my hands. I let go of my pj's and grabbed some britches fell, the pistol landed in the grass besides my feet and the officer I was speaking with got out of his car, all at about the same time. Skippy came running up slapped cuffs on me as my buddy was assisting with my exposure and retrieving my weapon.
I sat in the back seat of the police car for the better part of an hour while the officers tried to sort out what had occurred. My buddy told me that they had received several 911 calls about someone with a metal pipe destroying mailboxes. My call was the last and they were already in progress when it came in. They barrelled past the culprit and saw me in the glow of a street light. The officer explained that when he saw me in pajama's he recognized me and the circumstances of my call, so when he approached he had no great concern over his safety reference me. The second officer behind concurred. The third officer was an idiot and was bound and determined to arrest someone, even if it was the wrong person. He didn't arrest me, but he did cite me for a CCW violation because I didn't have my permit on my person and confiscated my pistol.
So even though I was responding to a situation which I considered a potential threat to my family and myself (until I figured out what was happening), and even though I was standing on my own property when skippy came barreling into the situation, and even though three other officers tried to talk reason about the situation into him, he persisted with the citation. Keep in mind that he also pointed a gun at my face without probable cause as well.
When I went to court over the ordeal, I didn't even have to speak on my own behalf. The officer testified first and was perhaps five minutes into his spiel when the judge stopped him and asked a couple of questions. Reading from the 911 transcripts of all the calls, he asked the officer what lead him to identify me, standing barefoot and in pajama bottoms only, as the subject. Secondly, how did he know I was armed as he approached, and if he saw the weapon, how could that constitute a concealed weapons violation. And last, what was the address of the arrest, and where was I standing. All issues I, and the other officers, had brought up back the night of.
The fact is, I could have been standing on my property outfitted like Rambo on a tantrum and there wouldn't have been anything they could have done. They tossed the ticket and six months later I eventually got my weapon back. But not before I spent $500 in attorney fees.
Second situation. If you've read any of my former posts you'll remember that I was a bondsman for several years licensed by the Dept. of Insurance in NC. My job was writing bonds for accused criminals, posting those bonds, maintaining contact with the accused until they appeared in court, and chasing them down if they ran.
I also worked doing fugitive recovery for other agents working for the same insurance company as I did. If I had a bond skip that I required assistance on, I sought their help, and I reciprocated when they needed help.
In February of 2006, we made a routine run down to Spartanburg, SC about 90 miles south of Charlotte. We were after a bond skip for drug charges that was written for $20,000. Information on the location was offered by a girlfriend who was a responsible party on the bond and looked to forfeit the collateral on that sum if he wasn't caught. We responded to a location with the assistance of a local Dept of Public Safety Officer who was called off at the last minute, but returned when that call was aborted about 15 minutes later. Four of us approached a housing project unit in a rough suburb of Spartanburg. The lead identified himself at the front door, showing badges and documents reference the reason for being there and requesting to search. Typically a resident (who is listed in primary bond documents) can't refuse a search as its part of the contract. But when a third party is involved, they have the option. The counter option is then presented as "either let us search, no fault no foul, we don't find the mark, we leave. Or, if you refuse, we call the Sheriff's department who can get a warrant and search. Anything found is evidence of a crime. They usually opt for the first. In this case they did. Three and a half minutes later, we were finishing up when the DPS officer showed back up, cleared the operations, and we all left. Two took information gotten from the girl friend and located the skip some five miles away at a car wash and the deal was done.
We had come into nominal "contact" with a third party individual while there. He had the same first name, but a different physical description as our skip and as a "guest" as well, was told to let us proceed and stay out of the way.
Six weeks later I was contacted by the lead agent about the circumstances of the operation. He indicated that this "third party individual" had filed a simple assault charge against him for allegedly "coming in contact with him while passing in a stairwell". There was no grounds for the charge so I told him I wasn't concerned.
Six months later he contacted me again and indicated he had been contacted by SLED agents (South Carolina Law Enforcement Division) about the circumstances of the operation. They wanted to talk to everybody concerned. I told him to give them my phone number and hung up. Several months later, in February, a year almost to the day, I got a call from a SLED agent. He asked me to describe what had happened, which I did, and he indicated it was consistent with the other accounts. Done deal.
Not hardly. August of that same year, 2007, I was in Arizona dealing with my dads first bout with leukemia. Things were looking pretty bleak for him and I had all but shut the doors to my NC business. I received a call from one of the other agents who proceeded to tell me that serious charges had been levied against us by this "third party individual". The simple assault he first claimed had been escalated to felony assault by pointing a gun, aggravated assault by unlawful containment, crossing state line without license, illegal entry, search and seizure. (Remember at this point that I told you we had been cleared by a DPS officer before leaving the scene) The total of which would have put the four of us behind bars for between 25 and 30 years each.
He told me they had all turned themselves in on the charges so they could get it cleared up as soon as possible. I told him where I was at, (Arizona) and what I was doing, he told me the smart thing, as it was all bogus, was to stay where I was until they could get through the worst of the bullshit. If they wanted me bad enough, and could find me, they could come and get me. I concurred but told him I'd do that anyway because my dad's situation was grave, and I wasn't going anywhere.
Several days later I got a call from my oldest son. He informed me that an armed SWAT team was at that point working their way through my house searching for me. They claimed to have a warrant, and information from an informant that I had been seen in the neighborhood that day. They apparently were not represented by NC LEO. A call was placed to my wife at work, she was instructed to come home. When she did, they took her into custody and tried to force her to tell of my where abouts. She told them the truth, Arizona. My son put an officer on the phone wherein I explained that I was in fact in Arizona. I had had no formal indication of charges bound over against me and had in fact checked NCIS on various occasions just to insure I didn't have a warrant on me. Being a recovery agent myself, I certainly wasn't interested in being a fugitive. SLED agents threatened to take my wife into custody, send my two minor children to DPS and ransack my house if I didn't come out of the woodwork. Because I was talking to them on a cell phone, they simply wouldn't believe that I was in Arizona.
I had to go to a Phoenix local police station and ask an officer to place a call on a land line before they would believe I wasn't hiding in the bushes somewhere in my neighborhood. The officer from AZ asked if there was any reason he should take me into custody on the warrant. The SLED agent said no. Now ponder this. If SC LEO are in NC, and they don't have a warrant posted on NCIS, and they don't have local LEO with them, why are they in my house with an armed SWAT team looking for me on charges I had yet to be presented with?
As it all turns out, this was all about that "third party individual" thinking that, because there was an insurance company involved, he could bamboozle some big money out of us with bullshit charges. The SLED agents were working for the State Attorney General who saw some big headlines over the case. What actually ended up happening was, two years later, June of 2009, the case finally went in front of a Superior Court Judge and a jury. The other agents were still working for the insurance company, so it payed their attorney fees. I wasn't, so it didn't. I didn't have the 15 grand he wanted so I defended myself. Sometimes having a fool for your attorney works to your advantage.
Because I wasn't schooled in law, but still had the right to defend myself, I made some mistakes in court that were overlooked. I asked unorthodox questions, and spoke to the jury in a format that was far from ordinary. I made a plea to their common sense.
The prosecution presented five witnesses that told five different versions of a really poor story. The jury, made up primarily in June of school teachers who had been passed over during the year, saw through the absurdity of not only the five stories, but the states case as well. We were acquitted of all charges and the state got slapped with a hefty bill.
Now, I have just explained in great detail, some of which I will more than likely have cut out by the time you get this far, some situations where I have been unjustly accused, and suffered the consequences. It was only my own intelligence, and not the mercy of any of the states advocates, in either situation that got me free. In both instances either myself, or members of my family, were in danger by the almost gangster tactics of roug officers. Even so, I bear no hostility towards LEO in general. But I can tell you this. As a citizen of these United States, I have not only the right, but the responsibility to protect those members of my family, as well as those other citizens within my area of influence.
My life, and those of my family, are no less precious that the lives of the officers working the streets of America. I'd give my life in defence of the righteous actions of any one of them. But I'll be damned if I'd not shoot one if I felt they were going to take my life or anothers without justifiable and righteous cause. There is no instinct more inherently ingrained in us than survival. And sometimes, bad guys wear badges.

Thursday, June 7, 2012

Affirmative Action Run Amuck

A rant on AA gone bad.

It was at nineteen when I joined the Marines that I first came into contact with non-whites to any great degree. However, the USMC didn't harbor much tolerance for any form of bigotry. If I'd had any prejudices, they would have been quickly polished off by boot camp training. After that initial haircut, and getting uniforms, it was difficult enough to tell one person from another by sight, and way beyond reason to buck the "we all wear green, and bleed red" mentality that the Corps pushed. Boot camp training was a melting pot. There was a significant majority of whites, but not so much that the combination of Blacks, Hispanics, Filipino's, Orientals and Indians gave them any advantage. And like I said, the Corps had a zero tolerance for racial bigotry. During my four years of active duty, I worked with and grew to know many fine men, and women, of many races. The military in my time treated all with equality, so there was never any real pattern to be noticed with anybody receiving special attention. That all changed when I got out.

A few days after "coming home", I went down to the Maricopa County Sheriff's Department (yep roosting ground for our contemporary Sheriff Joe Arpaio) in answer to a job search where there was listed an opening as a deputy sheriff. After waiting in line for the better part of half a day mostly listening to a foreign language and screaming kids, I finally got my chance at an interview. I stood before the department recruiter for maybe ten minutes before I received this response, "Do you recall the Hispanic lady in front of you in line that had the three kids hanging on her legs?" To which I replied "Yes sir, I do", to which he responded, "She has a better chance of getting this job than you do". When I asked why a twenty five year old, 6'2" 200lb chunk of ornery Marine would get passed over by an overweight woman with three infant kids he responded with stats from his quota requirements for minorities in the department. Thus was my introduction to Affirmative Action.

I'm fifty three now, a Marine for life, though a slightly less lean 200 lbs. Over the years I can't tell you how many times I've felt that same sting of being a white male in the prime of my life physically and mentally, yet loosing out to someone because of color. Though white males between 18-50 may be greater in actual numbers, they certainly do not carry any majority power status.

We have taken this Affirmative Action thing, which kinda like the labor unions, was first started because specific people, of a specific characteristic, needed some specific protection, and turned it into a monster of epic proportions.

If I walk into a doctors office and have need of medical assistance, I need an insurance card. If I don't have that card, or cash money, I don't get help. A person of color, any color other than white, can walk into any emergency room and get whatever assistance they desire or require. They get food stamps, EPT's, financial aide, legal aide, educational aide, privileges and handouts without ever having to say a word.

And here's the kicker. My dad's mother was a full blooded Cherokee who in 1982 qualified for a reparation check on behalf of a screwed Cherokee Nation. His dad was a half breed Cherokee. I'm not sure what content that makes me, but I can guarantee you that I'd qualify for minority assistance if I pushed it. I never have though because I've never felt like I needed anyone else to do for me what I was perfectly capable of doing for myself. I could have gotten that job in '83 with the sheriff's department if I'd have claimed my "right" under Affirmative Action. But I didn't want the job based on how I was born. I wanted the job because I was a trained warrior, qualified for the job, and knew I could do it.

All of that to say this. There are enough instances of the ethical use of that status, by truly needy people who wouldn't otherwise be able to survive, to tax the coffers of the system. We certainly don't need the Warren's of the world exploiting it unethically, if not illegally, for personal gain. In my book, using the distinction of belonging to a "minority" for the purpose of getting a leg up on someone else, when working just a bit harder would achieve the same ends, is criminally lazy.

I'm damn tired of driving down the streets of the city I live in and seeing individuals who don't work, won't work and yet could, thriving off of programs that are entirely paid for by those of us who will, and do. I'm sick to death of standing behind the obese lady in the grocery store who used her EBT card for groceries, and then drags her six kids out and loads them into the Tahoe with four grand worth of DUBS on it that's parked in the fire lane. I'm tired of following that same Tahoe down the road and watching burger wrappers and pop cans fly out the window because they have no respect for what's been given them.

I'm tired of driving through our neighborhoods and seeing the idle porch sitters in the same seats they were in when I went to work. I'm tired of having to call the police every weekend following the first or the fifteenth of the month because those same porch sitters got their party on at the public expense.

I'm tired of religions shoving their irrational beliefs down our throats and not being able to counter with anything because it "offends" them. I'm tired of the atheist condemning my religion and forcing my God off of territory held for centuries. I'm tired of these "minority" status groups in general having the power to tell me how to live my live, where I can go to worship, what I can read, eat, do and say.

I'm tired of hearing how ignorant white people decided to vote for an asshat nobody knew simply because he was black and they didn't want to be perceived as a racist. I didn't vote against him because he was black, I voted against him because he was, and still is, an asshole.

I'm tired of having to see the butt cheeks of urban thugs walking in public calling themselves "nigga" and daring anybody that even looks at them to say anything about it. I'm tired of MSM telling us we have to tolerate the violent abuse because if we don't we're racists, or intolerant.

Most of all I'm tired of white liberals calling me a racist, homophobic and a radical because I believe in God, the Bible, and the Constitution, and they think that makes me weak.

It's time we pulled the plug on "Affirmative Action" and just took some plain old action to take back this country. I can live peaceably with any color, any race, and any religion or ideology. So long as they don't try and force what they believe down my throat, or try to make me pay for their lifestyle just because they're too damn lazy to pay for it themselves and they know that if they cry "minority entitlement" loud enough and long, somebody else will.

It is high time, that if we are a majority, and are going to be punished for being so, we act like one and take back control. My give-a-damn is busted. It's time to say "Okay, lets just do this...." Keep it legal, keep it ethical within the boundaries of what WE believe, but keep it real.

This country was built by people ready, willing and prepared to etch it out of a wilderness on the merit of their own capabilities. Because of that it has a rich and firm foundation. But if we don't get sensible, and stop giving away the resources needed to keep it strong and viable, somebodies going to come along and take it away from us. It would be a damn shame to have nobody but a bunch of slack ass moochers sitting on the front porch watching the new owners march down the streets and taking possession without a fight.