Robin Hood Redux

  With tales beginning in 13^th century England, folklore spread about a man known as Robin Hood.

This fantastical story that was especially endearing to youngsters whose imaginations were running wild with seemingly endless, noble possibilities.

As long as I can remember, societal classes existed that drew delineations between “the haves,” and “have nots.” This mysterious invisible line divided British citizens who were not much different from citizen world-wide today.

The way I recall the narrative of Robin Hood, he may have been a blue-blood, or fought in the Crusades, after which time he returned to England only to discover local lands had been confiscated by the Sheriff of Nottingham. This injustice laid the groundwork for our lead character’s adventures – real or fictitious.

According to legend, Robin Hood used special skills to exact revenge on The Sheriff in order to return loot and properties stolen from the underclass. In other words, taking from the rich to give to the poor.

Nonetheless, Mr. Hood’s escapades have been told and retold for centuries to tickle the imagery of countless people searching for honesty, justice, and a sense of law and order.

This destination to literary delight can be found in books, movies, television shows, plus story telling times in schools worldwide. Robin Hood seems to be not only a master swordsman, but also a skilled archer, only lending to the continued titillation that has endured for hundreds of years.

Enter 2025, along with a new president, a talented group of private sector volunteers, more united Congress and Senate majorities, as well as a robust backing by the electorate, and you find yourself in a whirlwind of perplexity searching for sanity.

It seems as though the United States federal guvment has been running out-of-control for decades with little in the way of checks and balances. Cleverly hidden behind a cover of humanitarian aid plus sexual freedom, these “gifts” of America’s generosity have been literally breaking Uncle Sam’s bank.

Finding ourselves $35 Trillion in debt, the interest thereupon is currently an astonishing $1,000,000,000,000 per month. If this represented my household I’d have a come-to-Jesus meeting with the entire family. We’d discuss seriously cutting back on buying and spending for frivolous things, until our household budget descended from the stratosphere.

But the guvment being the guvment, run almost exclusively by non-private sector mental giants, are totally unfamiliar with the concept of ‘turning a profit.’

For the benefit of politicians and career guvment employees, the words ‘turning a profit’ mean that money and efforts are invested into the business in order to reap a profit. The larger the profit, the more money is returned to the business toward the goal of making money, or even hiring new, more capable personnel.

It’s actually pretty simple. But viewed from the guvment prospective, any and all money spent comes from a bottomless wallet, one that has no consequences to failing to return a profit. In fact, the formulae for guvment is there should be NO PROFIT on monies spent. Otherwise, the issue/problem is solved thereby necessitating an end to the project in question.

Pretty neat scam, eh?

For example, for more than a half-century, I recall growing up watching telethons on television for various medical causes. Begging non-stop for several days, performers, celebrities, sports figures, as well as business folk would make pleas amid tearful prerecorded videos of people in wheel chairs, or on crutches, tugging on the audience’s heart strings.

Each year the income tally would be met and then some, continuously raising the bar to acquire monies to “find a cure,” for the telethon’s theme. And although each plea was sincere, the money garnered up to that point were simply not enough. Perhaps this year we could reach the elusive finish line.

Alas, it was not to be. Still, we, as a compassionate society would try our collective best to eradicate whatever malady was topical. So it was with interest that I was confounded by the lies Leftists and Commie Democrats have recently been peddling to the nation.

With the advent of the new Trump administration, an equally new department was established to determine if and where any cuts could be made in order to save taxpayer dollars from being frittered away without consequence.

President Trump and DOGE's Elon Musk

The Department of Government Efficiency (DOGE) was created out of whole cloth to search for inane waste and duplicated efforts. Hitting the ground running, with Elon Musk at the helm for only 130-days as a “special government employee,” along with his team, found billions upon billions of dollars misspent beyond imagination.

Around every turn, rabble rousers, began popping up to claim they were illegally dismissed or being scrutinized for simply massaging Trump’s and Musk’s egos. Of course, the rest of the story is that those lies were contrived by people who hadn’t seen the inside of their offices since the COVID-19 debacle ended in 2022. In other words, if they were not in their offices, they were getting paid for nothing.

But is was the smoke and mirrors at the Department of Health and Human Services (HHS) that caught my attention. Those scientists and doctors and researchers have been hard at work since its 1953 inception to find cures for those same telethons who have been collecting bales of cash for research.

And here’s the rub: If and when a cure is discovered for an illness, the formula is given to pharmaceutical companies so that is may be tested, reproduced, distributed, and sold at a profit. So, exactly how does that free formula get any money back to the U.S. Treasury? Besides, where did all that telethon cash go?

I’m not implying anything illegal is going on here. I am asking for an accounting for the tax money demanded and coerced by the Internal Revenue Service.

You see, those scientists and doctors and researchers have been on the payroll for years.

Likewise, the Social Security Administration (SSA) has been found to be in a pathetic state of disarray. SS recipients aged 105 to 153-years of age have been getting regular monthly checks; of course most of those funds are the result of fraud.

These are just a few examples of the new Trump administration weeding out the offensive, legal theft of hard earned cash from unsuspecting taxpayers. Yet, when confronted with the illicit funneling of those monies by fraudsters and common thieves, those same fraudsters and thieves blame Trump for his overreaching, allegedly punishing innocent workers. That’s another lie.

Which brings us full circle to Robin Hood. Whether real or fictitious, Mr. Hood and stories about his adventures may be the unvarnished truth or merely an amusing narration to fit an agenda about theft disguised as guvment overreach.

Complicit politicians are usually the quickest to spend your money to feed their icky political hunger pangs, and the last to back down lest people realize the ever-important solution in bill form was actually a useless grift.

Now is an excellent time to end guvment confidence games at the expense of honest, unsuspecting taxpayers. And enough with the lies.

Sunday Nights No More

 

 There was a time when life was much simpler, something to which I can testify. It was decades ago when those simpler times equated with innocence, an era very familiar to me.

I’m old enough to remember when the United States consisted of only 48 states. In case you’re wagering, there are currently 50. You’re welcome.

Besides being old and decrepit, I am also anxious to share experiences with those younger than both me and my close younger buddy, Methuselah, if for nothing other than posterity.

Television with rabbit ears

In any case, back in the 1950’s, during my formative years, our televisions were boxy pieces of furniture that received broadcasts from three channels, all in black and white (B&W). Technology was still considered new, those broadcasts intercepted with the benefit of “rabbit ears.”

Rabbit ears consist of two metal rods which are conjoined by a plastic lump, from which a connecting wire led to the television set. This contraption sat upon the television to magically receive the TV programs. Rich people had their antennas on their roof, while really rich people hid theirs in the attic.

But it was the programming that kept people returning for charming shows available to a growing public.

Westerns were very popular during the early days of TV, some of which included Roy Rogers, Bonanza, Wanted: Dead or Alive, The Rifleman, Gunsmoke, Wagon Train, and Bat Masterson. They were largely designed for adult viewers but wound up as babysitting tools for busy housewives such as my Mom.

It was Sunday evening, though, that was my favorite day for something I genuinely enjoyed: The Wonderful World of Disney (WWD).

For many decades, founder Walt Disney, emceed the WWD at 7:00 PM, which contained a wide variety of Disney-created shows. One week it would air a cartoon marathon, a travelogue on another, while a nature-related program featuring animals on still another Sunday. Alas, they were largely wasted on B&W televisions.

With developing technologies came the advent of something life-changing: color television. Color TV was so new only a few households had one because of the exorbitant cost. As luck would have it, a next-door neighbor purchased one and invited my sister and me to experience not only color television, but WWD in color!

We dragged along snacks and a bottle of wine, plus some beer for our hosts, as a gesture of appreciation. Suddenly, everyone present was happy.

Airing on NBC – the National Broadcasting Company – whose logo was an animated peacock spreading its colorful plumage, introduced the WWD. With animated fireworks surrounding Disney’s Cinderella Castle, the excitement soared into my stratosphere verifying my imagined colors, absent until this special moment.

A few short years later my Dad bought us a new color TV – with a remote control – something that transformed our television baseball and football games from a drab gray to vibrant green, a moment for which the majority of our household had been waiting.

Eventually I had seen most, if not all, the Disney classic cartoons, feature movies, and educational programs until I later gravitated to more mature fare of movies in theaters, effectively closing the book on WWD for me.

Still, those memorable shows and movies from Disney included such titles as Lady and the Tramp, Cinderella, Herbie the Love Bug, Mickey Mouse, 101 Dalmatians, and Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, all of which helped shape me into becoming the person I am today.

You see, the early Disney productions consisted of wholesome themes – themes upon which traditional, nuclear families – were built. The formulae were simple: a male father, a female mother, children living together, all experiencing life separately but together, created a wholesome story with a message,

Lately, Disney has been seemingly trying to compete with other cartoon and movie factories, producing creations of new characters in new situations for a new generational audience. But to create some distance, Disney has been incorporating humans in their productions as something called live-action movies.

Sure, they were animated or live-action that were contrived to suit the narrative. However, although the subject matter changed, the message remained consistent.

One Disney movie I fondly recall as a child, was Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. The original feature animated film was from the 1937 Grimm brother’s story, that has withstood the test of time so much so that a live-action version was just recently released (2025), again as a feature film.

This new release is now entitled simply Snow White, and stars Rachel Zegler as Snow White, and Gal Gadot as the Evil Queen. For some reason, Disney thought it would be prudent to create the Seven Dwarfs with computers to generate a clever mix of animation and people.

Of course, times change, as do circumstances. But this recent Snow White film appears more cursed that Tutankhamen's Tomb. It seems as though Ms. Zegler is a special kind of young activist – one that hates Jews.

Posting obnoxious comments about Israel and Israelis on social media, Zegler has proven herself a strong, vocal supporter of Palestinians who have an unscratchable itch against non-Palestinians.

These selfish acts of grandiosity have apparently plagued not only Zegler, who feels she has the absolute right to speak her mind, but also Disney who spent a hefty $270,000,000, on this production.

I am not a lawyer, movie producer, psychologist, animator, or talent agent, but I am a consumer who is familiar with Disney who knows what he likes. And I do not like to be expected to pay a handsome ticket charge to subsidize those who have a special disdain against an entire segment of a civilized society.

Let’s hope Disney is able to correct their tone deafness for future endeavors. Bud Light did.

Just Shut Up

 

  It’s been years since I last watched a professional football game. This is because I tuned out when the National Football League's (NFL) professional minstrels decided they should kneel during the National Anthem to protest their self-perceived status in society.

Evidently, they considered the Average Joe needed his nose rubbed into the fact that pro-ball players were overpaid clowns and had an axe to grind. The ignorant part was that Average Joe was paying upwards of $300 per seat for the privilege of being lectured to. So, I left the sport to both the stupid people kneeling and the stupid people paying to watch.

Imagine my surprise when a few weeks ago I was at a friend’s house who was watching an NFL game on television. I was amazed at how the teams now line up for a kickoff, and equally surprised how cutaway TV shots of the coach showed them covering their faces with clipboards. Two things that were unique to me. It is the clipboard antics that begin today’s story.

It seems as though the coaches were attempting to prevent the other team from stealing their plays. You see, insecure coaches who discuss and announce upcoming plays with offensive and defensive coaches, feel that the other team is secretly “intercepting” their proprietary plays.

Prudent NFL coach being secretive

I was told that over the years, football teams began hiring lip-readers to decipher the head coach’s communications. To prevent such nefarious actions, the coaches began using clipboards, along with other items to mask their mouths thereby precluding the cat from being let out of the bag.

Such “public” display of overtly communicating allowing others to watch your lips move is called “telegraphing.”

So it was with interest I began to study the jabbering of other professionals – to include both Democrat and Republican politicians – who regularly appear on nationwide television airwaves, ready to opine about anything and everything. You know their familiar faces.

They use these readily available media tools in order to get their messages across to the voting public. The last election, which was held in 2024, was awfully lopsided for a variety of reasons you can easily find elsewhere on this blogsite or in a truly free press.

But today we’re venturing into something that chafes my – uh, something – that only few have ever seen.

Following elections recently ending with a capture of the House, Senate, plus White House, by the Republicans, those same Republicans now find themselves in an awkward position.

There’s an old tale about a farmhouse on a desolate dirt road. Nearly daily, an old black sedan, smudged with dust and mud, drives up the road past that farmer’s ramshackle house. And each day, as the sedan approaches, an aging, nasty hunting dog stirs as he hears the sedan tearing up the road, followed by a cloud of dust and smattering of stones.

As this cur sets his eyes on the prey, he inches off the porch in an attempt to chase – and catch – that noisy sedan. With the largest lead an old dog can muster, that determined animal stretches his arthritic legs and breaks into a trot that doesn’t quite enable him to reach the car as it passes.

After months of this daily activity always ending in similar results, the old black and tan part pit bull mix develops a new plan. As he hears the dusty sedan approaching, he will begin his run from the edge of the driveway rather than from his makeshift dog bed on the porch.

And like clockwork, the sedan approaches once again. Up rises the dog who begins to crank his speed from a mosey to a gallop. Quickly nearing is the sedan, again followed by a trail of dusty dirt road. The car makes the turn around the small bend and the dog suddenly finds himself just ahead of the car.

As this has changed from a chase to a race, the dog is giving it his all. Barking and snarling while ingesting debris kicked up by the speeding car, the dog and the Buick are neck-and-neck. When finally, he turns his head to the left and grabs onto the chrome bumper. Attempting to stop the car by using his feet as braking anchors, he closes his eyes to prevent more rubble from filling his eye sockets. The driver notices the commotion and stops.

The pit bull sits down. Still firmly grasping the bumper in his jaws, saliva dripping from his jowls, and panting like he’s never panted in his life.

He feels terrific – like he’s never felt before – because he reached his goal, at last. In a pensive moment, he recalls all the times his efforts were fruitless, but today is different; today he is victorious!

He slowly opens his jaws while slowly blinking his muck-filled eyes and thinks to himself: what do I do with it now that I have caught it?

Which is exactly where the Republican politicians find themselves today. They have what they’ve wanted for years, but they don’t know what to do with it. Of course, the same is true for the Democratic side of the aisle. They, too, have precisely for what they asked.

After decades of pandering to voters who largely comprise the LGBTQWERTY+!#% communities, black women, pro-baby killers, illegal aliens, pro-criminal community, cop-haters, child molesters, labor unions, anti-women (except black women), illicit drug users, homeless, and America-haters, have found themselves just where that aforementioned pit bull finds himself.

Unfortunately for Democrats, they are complaining about the winners while licking their own wounds, instead of figuring a way to appeal to a more mainstream clientele.

On the other side, the victorious Republicans are now gleefully offering free advice as to why the Dems were trounced in the 2024 elections, and how to rectify their standing in society so that they may once again, remove Republicans from government.

Yes, rather that applauding the weak, failed efforts geared at the electoral campaigns, Republicans have not only removed the proverbial clipboard from in front of their faces, but they are also actually comforting Dems by having them sit in their laps while receiving Republican comfort.

And for those secret plays that the NFL coaches so closely guard? Victorious Republicans seem desperate to help their buddies across-the-aisle. But it’s not because they enjoy the feeling of Democrats being in charge, rather it’s because they feel empty without Democrats stealing an eating their lunch.

I’m pretty sure there’s medication to help recover from those feelings.

To the Democrats: Congratulations, you got what you asked for.

And to the Republicans: Grow a pair and act more like you’re in charge, because you are. Now get over it and get things done!

The Hitchhiker

 

  Picture this: You’re driving down a desolate road at night accompanied by a friend. It’s not only dark, but cold and windy enough to make a polar bear shiver. A light dusting of fresh, dry snow is blowing across the macadam road, evidenced by the headlights causing the flakes to glisten.

Ahead, you see a faint shape that appears to be a human figure. A right arm with a pointed thumb raises to signal a desired ride; you stop.

With pity, you let the stranger into your toasty SUV to provide some free transportation to safe civilization. And the introductions begin.

Suddenly, the hitchhiker interrupts the just-started time consuming conversation with, “Mind if I change the radio?” Taken aback, you suggest the radio be turned off to prevent trouble.

About this time the stranger reaches over to adjust the blower because defroster’s hot air is blowing into his face creating an annoyance.

Now is when you gently pull your vehicle to the side of the road to insist the new rider be transformed into the new walker.

Our nation experienced something very similar two-weeks ago when the hitchhiker, Volodymyr Zelenskyy, the current president of Ukraine, visited the White House to meet with President Donald Trump and Vice President J.D. Vance, the SUV driver and passenger friend. Together they were gathered to discuss ending Ukraine’s war with Russia.

The hitchhiker, driver, and friend, respectively

Under then-President Joseph Robinette Biden, Russian President Vladimir Putin began a full-scale invasion of Ukraine to realign territorial boundaries disconnected when the USSR collapsed in the 1980’s.

Now could not have been a better time to retrieve their land restoration to Russia.

Joe Biden was viewed as weak by the entire world. His tenure in the U.S. Senate had shown his vulnerabilities, especially his lack of comprehension of international functions and relations. Entering the Senate in 1973, Biden has been on the wrong side of every foreign matter since that time. He was clearly susceptible to being duped, as evidenced by his tenure.

Giving away hundreds of billions of unaccountable dollars to Zelenskyy since 2022, Biden was being taken to the cleaners by both Zelenskyy and Putin, alike. Shipping America’s precious money, in addition to arms, military vehicles, ammunition, rockets, jets, missiles, and medical supplies to Ukraine, Biden unwittingly entered the United States into a proxy war with Russia.

Without going into great detail, Biden withdrew American troops from a twenty-year war in Afghanistan in 2021, to malign his predecessor, Donald Trump, and Republican military strategists, ahead of the upcoming September 11^th terrorist attacks’ twentieth anniversary.

Although forewarned about this withdrawal, casualties were suffered by American forces, while this abrupt removal ceded Afghanistan back to the Taliban, essentially negating two-decades of bodies, blood, and money lost, all in the name of spite.

With the exit from Afghanistan, the United States lost its supply of precious minerals for maintaining a secure and balanced existence. Barite, chromite, coal, copper, gold, iron ore, lead, natural gas, petroleum, salt, sulfur, lithium, talc, and zinc, are some of the resources once available from Afghanistan.

All these materials vanished with the unexpected departure from that forsaken Middle East pile of rocks and sand. Ukraine, on the other hand also possesses large quantities of many of these resources which makes Ukraine a desirable trophy for Putin and any other developing nations.

But excelling at squandering America’s needs, Democrats, as well as some unwell Republicans, have been capitulating to Ukraine’s Zelenskyy for three-years by sending copious supplies of military arms, ammunition, money, and medical supplies, without conditions.

Enter President Donald Trump. In a redux of his previous stint as America’s Commander-in-Chief, The President has developed a plan to stop the battlefield killings on both sides of this seemingly endless conflict.

In an attempt to stop the violence, Trump recently met with Zelenskyy, in the White House, to hash out the war’s details. Live, before news cameras and a gaggle of reporters, Zelenskyy appeared to develop cold feet when presented with a viable solution.

President Trump suggested Zelenskyy call an armistice. American interests would then be able to enter a peaceful Ukraine to mine needed minerals, thereby creating a U.S. presence which would preclude Russia from re-entering a conflict with Ukraine. Pretty simple, actually.

Unfortunately, the deal couldn’t be consummated over Zelenskyy’s shouting and bravado, and life goes on. But so does the killing, maiming, looting, kidnapping, destruction, if for nothing, than false pride.

Democrats immediately sniffed out microphones and television cameras like a pig searching for truffles. The consensus was nearly unanimous: “Trump is a puppet of Putin.”

In fact, it was Trump driving the SUV who took umbrage that Zelenskyy, the hitchhiker, did everything except demand to drive the SUV. I hope his shoes match his casual dress. It’s going to be a long, cold walk.

Sour Grapes

 

  Since the January 20^th Presidential Inauguration, we’ve been on quite a roller coaster ride.

Pundits from both sides of the aisle have been scurrying about the nation in an attempt to sidle up to what each feel will be the ‘winning side’ in a contest geared toward the next election in 2026. Some are seeing better results than others, nonetheless, they continue to vie for future votes.

When the last guy – Joe “Plugs” Biden – was in office for a torturous four-years, the gaggle of sleaze balls, also known as: the legacy media, totally ignored the skyrocketing prices of everything – EVERYTHING – gasoline to dishwashers; automobiles to lettuce; bacon to bottled water, all because of his failed hare-brained policies.

When confronted about these exorbitant price increases, Biden’s spokespersons usually blamed them on former-President Donald Trump, Biden’s predecessor. While making for sensational headlines that deflected the truth, the Biden administration even desperately evoked Russian president Vladimir Putin for the high price of oil.

That segment of the Biden goat rodeo was a cover for Plugs’ shutting down the Keystone XL Pipeline that supplied the United States’ oil through Canada – America’s hat – to both countries’ benefit. Unfortunately, the aforementioned legacy media contorted the facts to reflect all was well.

Biden’s unelected cabinet created havoc by taunting American citizens over banning such everyday items as gas stoves, water heaters, incandescent light bulbs, gas-powered vehicles, air conditioners, wood stoves and fireplaces, and efficient toilets, all in the name of science.

And while weak-spined Republicans were busy infighting, their Democrat counterparts ran amok trying to keep the mayhem alive in an attempt to razzle-dazzle the taxpayers by mesmerizing them with a genuine lack of candor on all fronts.

All the while, the Biden Organized Crime Family (BOCF) was apparently hard at work funneling money from foreign sources to include Ukraine, China, and Venezuela. Using scowling facial expressions to deflect any reference to graft and corruption, the BOCF successfully whitewashed the lies for most of their term.

When actually caught in a scandal of perpetual falsehoods, the BOCF denied all charges, and with the help of the legacy media plus the Department of Justice, swept the tax evasion, graft, foreign collusion, and quid pro quo, under the Oval Office carpet.

Since an estimated 94% of the legacy media proudly registered as Democrats, it shouldn’t be incredible that genuine bias is incorporated in most, if not all, stories. Those stories then become fiction rather than non-fiction yet still affect the gist of the narrative – all at the expense of the voters.

As of today, we are less than two months into the second Trump administration, and the wacky Leftist television talk shows are already blaming President Trump for former Treasury Secretary Janet Yellen’s

botched prognostication of our out-of-control inflation she termed “transitory.”

Assuring the entire world inflation would fall back to more reasonable levels within a few short months, her statement has proved to be off by only 43-months. Of course, it’s not her fault as she was unable to predict the future. Nearly every working American could, though.

But now seems like a good time for the Democrat slugs to crawl out from under their rocks to take a poke at President Trump because the price of inflation is still high. If you have the attention span of a gnat, please go back to reread the previous paragraph that sets out a time frame for our economic woes.

Senate Minority Leader Chuck “Lizard King” Schumer, has been haranguing President Trump about the current rise in the price of eggs. Evidently the Lizard King is unaware something called “bird flu” is spreading throughout the nation affecting the health and longevity of chickens, as well as the eggs they subsequently lay.

The Lizard King's biggest problem in life

With flocks of chickens being destroyed to contain this disease, the law of ‘supply and demand’ becomes reality. Fewer chickens laying eggs means egg prices rise. Awfully simple, except that Dems are agog to falsely tie soaring egg prices to our current president. Perhaps that’s how the Lizard King got his nickname.

In any case, to apply even more pressure on the new Trump administration, Democrats are desperately attempting to find a way to impeach President Trump once again.

Forgetting about the estimated $50,000,000 conveniently distributed throughout the BOCF bank accounts, mostly due to the pre-crime/indictment pardons Biden gave to his brother, son, wife, nieces and nephews, and grandchildren, this public display of giving the United States of America and all its citizens the BIG MIDDLE FINGER says it all.

Still, after Biden’s smarmy exhibition of insolence the legacy media has ignored any and all contemptuous behavior in lieu of attacking President Trump.

With President Trump-related merchandise being advertised and sold to commemorate his historic re-election bid and consequent term, those items have become sour-grapes that Lefties finally feel they have something new on which to bite.

Keeping in mind Mr. Trump, while serving as president, opted to take no salary for his job over his term. That salary amounts to $400,000 per annum, which President Trump gives back to the Treasury for other beneficial uses.

Mr. Trump, according to The Washington Times, “began lending his name to products through licensing agreements with business partners long before he started his second term, but it ramped up after his November win and hasn’t stopped since he returned to the White House.”

Merchants have been selling a wide variety of Trump ware and kitsch to adoring fans that some collectors hope will someday be valuable. Others are buying up this merch simply to show support and respect for this man-turned-martyr at the hands of seething Democrats.

Wrist watches, talking wall-mounted fish, busts of President Trump, hats, bobble heads, t-shirts, even silver coins, are all part of the memorabilia marketed with President Trump’s likeness that are grating wound-licking Democrats.

And so, “Democrats are calling for an investigation into Trump’s meme coin $Trump, which he launched three days before taking office. The coin raised billions of dollars, but Trump said he ‘didn’t know much about it,’” The Washington Times continues.

In an ardent attempt for Dems to follow the elusive ‘rule of law’ – that was missing when Democrats were seated in the White House – are now ready for action. After circling the wagons around “Plugs” Biden to protect him from outside snooping, they suddenly found religion enough to persecute President Trump, with extreme prejudice.

It seems as though with all the attention focused on President Trump, the law-and-order Dems have missed the forest for the trees.

A former White House ethics adviser stated then-President “Biden concealed an influence-peddling scheme that netted his family millions of dollars,” per The Times’ article. Further, “After he became president, Mr. Biden continued to lend his name to the Penn Biden Center think tank at the University of Pennsylvania, which would not disclose donors.” Oh, my.

As luck would have it, “The university, which funds the center, reported a significant increase in China-based donations while Mr. Biden was president.” How fortuitous.

This exercise in “Gotcha!” has been brought to you by those who care about the sleazy dealings and lies, extortion and corruption, besides graft and payola. All this boils down to the hard feelings on the part of Democrats in the form of sour grapes. Get over it.

It Was 1982

 

  After a jam-packed schedule with six of my doctors – most of whom insist I lose weight – I decided to desperately try my diet anew. If you were wondering, the only one not concerned with my weight was my dermatologist – although she did mention I was quickly running out of skin with which to contain my bodystuffing.

Using sentences such as “Perhaps you could pare down your food intake by slicing your main course of one raisin in-half,” and “A quarter teaspoon of cottage cheese may be too much for you to digest,” weren’t particularly helpful with my quest.

Last night I enjoyed a nice green salad that could probably sate a hummingbird, but the problems arose when I tried to open a bottle of oil and vinegar dressing with which to adorn my torturous meal.

Upon cutting off the cellophane wrap, then unscrewing the plastic cap, I came across a foil disk welded onto the mouth of this plastic vessel. Alas it was time to break out power tools.

My first thought was that I had reached the Seven Seals of the Apocalypse, but there were only three on my countertop. It was at this point I realized this was merely a memorial to the Great Tylenol Scare.

It was 1982, when people around the Chicago area were mysteriously dying by poisoning. Seven people of varying backgrounds were dead because they took doses of tampered Tylenol Extra-Strength capsules, unknowing those capsules were laced with potassium cyanide.

Widespread panic along with a massive recall of Tylenol were the results of this heinous act of product tampering.

Suddenly, life had changed from being simple and innocent to complex and untrusting. There was no turning back now.

Boxes containing salves, eye drops, and aspirin were immediately sealed to prevent manipulating the products contained therein. To add more pain to the process, pharmacies also wanted to get in on the act by introducing child-proof caps to all drugs they dispensed. Those pharmacy caps added a new level of excitement to prying them open much like a safecracker.

Assortment of tools to open a jar of grape jelly

Not to sound uncaring, this mayhem occurred 43-years ago, and as of this writing, no suspects have been arrested or charged with any of these crimes.

Of course, there were also what police like to call “copycat crimes” that closely simulated the seven deceased. Just for the record, copycats are wackos that feel they can mimic activities – in this case homicide – to either exact revenge or merely test the waters of possibility. In any case, they earn their ‘wacko’ moniker through such actions.

Still, this was largely the advent of everything from non-tamper lids to child-proof packaging that, after nearly a half-century have become the bane and cause of inventing new swear words by consumers everywhere.

Pliers, utility knives, hack saws, and sledgehammers – albeit small – are regular tools used open stubborn packaging that prevent not only tampering, but use of the products themselves.

And how regularly, upon discovering a problem, politicians are quick to offer a solution – no matter how good or bad their solution is. They enjoy pointing out that at least they “did something.”

In this case, the “something” was to transfer the onus onto the general public in the form of the consumers. It didn’t matter that the elderly who are stricken with arthritis, or those with poor eyesight and weak hands need to break into well-sealed bottles for food or medications. Measures by the all-knowing political elite were on the case and micromanaging our lives for brownie points, thank goodness.

Here is where I must simply, directly suggest to these do-gooders that they leave me alone. Your ideas and actions to help only hurt others, largely because you’re politicians, not geniuses. Stop It! Now get to work on finding the Tylenol culprit.

Your Fault, Your Problem

 

  Congratulations! You survived the 2024 elections.

Now is the time to look into the mirror to determine what you just did. Yes, for the last four years you heard the beating drum leading you to a particular candidate and issue. Throughout those four years you also were expected to gather, analyze, decipher, and ultimately vote for a candidate of your liking.

Let’s assume you did all of the above work and did it all diligently. Half of you reading this are pleased, the other half are disappointed. But why?

It’s time to examine the situation in which we are all now living to help us adjust for our collective futures.

Way, way back years ago, I used to travel to beaches for relaxation and surf fishing. My vacation time was precious, so I spent it wisely. Maximizing fishing with the tides, while visiting local sights of interest on other, non-productive intervals, was an exercise in time management, to say the least.

During the productive fishing tides, I would enjoy simply standing in ankle-deep water that would lap over my sandy tootsies. It was Heaven.

Until that annoying fellow with a clipboard would meander up behind me – not unlike a ninja preparing for an attack.

“Good morning!” was the beginning of his monologue. And so it went for the next treasured 15, or so, painful minutes. Eventually, this slug would get the message that I was disinterested in his sales spiel, but not before his perfect heist of my valuable time. His product? Time shares.

This was a regular occurrence for the duration of my mini vacation. “Annoying” is not a strong enough word to describe these regular inconveniences.

In the event you are unfamiliar with time shares, they are get-rich-quick schemes that ensnare unsuspecting travelers and vacationers into “buying” a unit in a resort area.

For only pennies a day, you, too, can have a place you can call your own at a ski resort, mountain retreat, desert oasis, or a beach; lest we forget the annual assessment and occupancy fees. The good part is that the owners maintain the property leaving you with ample time not making repairs or mowing the lawn. The bad part is that you are trapped for life.

But what the heck...it’s only pennies a day. Of course you can sell your unit share, but that is nearly impossible. If you simply stop paying pennies a day, your credit score winds-up in the toilet.

Don’t misunderstand me, they are usually very nice, located in prime areas. Prime enough whereas local government real estate assessments and taxes are regularly raised to help with the maintenance, thereby shifting the costs onto your pennies a day.

And here we are. Once giddy about that cost-effective annual vacation, forty-years hence we are ruing our lives, desperately searching for a way out.

Those time share sleaze balls didn’t lie to you when selling their goods to you. No, they merely left out the details in the fine print.

Which brings us back to our election results.

We have been on a treadmill of baloney with our politicians being less-than-candid during their time in office. After cherry picking “facts” regarding their hard sell to us, then massaging those facts into unrecognizable razzle-dazzle, we opted for what we thought was best candidate. But best for whom?

The EV mandate part that the planners forgot

If you’re a promiscuous woman, you’re delighted you voted for a pro-baby-killing candidate. That’s the same person who ignored federal and local laws under the “rule of law” guise. Their administration cleverly hid the electric vehicle mandates, out-of-control inflation, gas stove banning, open borders policy, increased gas prices, and pro-criminal agendas, likely because it slipped their minds.

Without exposing this grift on all Americans regardless of their incomes, a wink and a nod plus a broad smile conned the non-thinking into casting their ballot for just what they wanted.

It’s unfortunate that just like those pesky time shares we’re all stuck with our decisions – for better or worse.

But I’m willing to wager that the next election – if they are not outlawed for the sake of “democracy” – will be quite different from this election.

Politicians will have several years to reflect on whether to force me to buy a certain vehicle, live in a specific house, attend a particular school, work at a specified job, listen to federally subsidized “news,” or be entertained by guvment-approved artists, all in the name of freedom.

The mainstream media (MSM) has been filling our lives with tripe all for our own good; perhaps it’s because they think we are too stupid to know better.

Oh, and congratulations, again!