Taking the Blue Ribbon

 

  Should you ever have visited a state or county fair you would have likely run across one of my favorite activities: eating.

Although being on one diet or another since the time of the Great Flood, I have had some trouble losing weight. But not for trying.

I blame my body fat stubbornness on those aforementioned state and county fairs. Sure, they have plenty of rides, con-games, agricultural displays, plus food trucks, but they also feature contests. Some of these contests involve canning tomatoes, cucumbers, Brussels sprouts, and my favorite, baked goods.

Baked goods are those things that, by nature, have their own special category encompassing cookies, cakes, and pies, along with everything in-between.

Not necessarily known for the weight-conscious among us, baked goods are those things that I have begun to view as mentally therapeutic. Of course, I could be wrong. In any event, baked goods are proudly displayed at these local and state fairs with one goal in mind. To win.

Not unlike well trained participants running the 880 in just under two-minutes, entrants in the fair foodie categories will wait in hope – with crossed fingers – that the judges will taste, then select “The Best” in all the varying categories. FYI, the best in each category is awarded the Blue Ribbon, a sign of true accomplishment.

Unbeknownst to me, there are actually ten ribbons awarded in every category, each a different color. Ranging from blue to brown, and lastly, light blue. And since you may eventually visit a friend or neighbor who proudly displays one, or more, of these ribbons in their kitchen or fireplace mantel, you can actually conduct an intelligent conversation rather than be the subject of a good ‘splainin.

Winning a Blue Ribbon indicates the epitome of trial and error, hard work, patience, experimentation, and force-feeding plenty of calories. But the average fair attendee is not privy to the behind-the-scenes goings-on. Constant baking and making lots of friends and are two components toward the much desired Blue Bragging Rights.

It seems as though this idea of winning awards was hijacked some years ago by Democrats.

Desperately trying to make a point, Dems vilified Donald J. Trump before and after he won the presidency in 2016. They dogged him by using fake dossiers, lies, contrivances, lies, world-wide disinformation campaigns, and lies, all of which led to several failed impeachment attempts.

Still, the pious Democrats doubled down because they had the backing of the legacy/mainstream media (MM), using every illegitimate trick to hobble President Trump 45.

Included in those sleazy tactics toward a total civil disruption were very public AstroTurf movements that handily incorporated the worst of the worst deprecatory language possible. Attempting to drive a solid wedge between voters, Dems bull-horned their lies of Trump being a Nazi.

For the uninitiated, a Nazi is a member of the National Socialist German Workers’ Party, begun under the rule of Adolf Hitler, all of which led to World War II. Nazi’s rounded up millions of Jews in Germany, placed them in concentration camps, and largely used them as slaves until most were ultimately killed during this so-called Holocaust.

‘Horrific’ does not come close to describing the atrocities committed by Hitler’s Nazi Party against the Jewish people.

Hate and disgust immediately comes to sane minds when describing Nazis, Adolf Hitler, and the Holocaust, a perfect storm of mental sickness that brought much of the civilized World together for not only peace, but humanity.

Realizing that this Nazi movement was still – about 80-years later – viewed as reprehensible, the smarmy Leftist Democrats thought applying the Nazi tag to President Trump as well as his supporters was a stellar idea. Popping up on TV news and opinion shows, the same tired, hokey, gaggle of Lefty misfits were regularly spouting vile canards toward President Trump.

Those unfounded remarks were meant to hurt President Trump and the country. Realizing that if enough of the voters believed he was a Nazi, or espoused Nazi tactics, the electorate would summarily dismiss him from any and all future public office – to include civic associations.

But after a fruitful four years of President Joseph Robinette Biden opening the Southern Border, giving countless federal tax dollar gifts to illegal aliens, investigating and incarcerating Christians for exercising their religious rights, and breaking the backs of all American taxpayers to the tune of trillions of dollars, American voters had had enough.

But the rhetoric continued with the ever popular fabricated Trump Nazi references, augmented by college pukes marching while calling for the genocide of all remaining Jews, as a means of civil discourse.

What could possibly go wrong?

Since you asked, plenty.

Using similar tactics from the 1970’s until just recently, a fellow from Louisiana named David Ernest Duke ran for varying offices under a banner of the racist Ku Klux Klan (KKK). The KKK was established by Democrat Southerners following the Civil War.

Although kept alive by a smattering of misfits and malcontents, the KKK has largely become a historical footnote. Still, its mere mention created pause among Southern blacks who feared retaliation for simply being black. Duke was regularly deciding on which side of the aisle to represent.

He was a Republican, Independent, Reformer, Populist, Democrat, but ultimately an American Nazi. It’s easy to see how he could fit into virtually any conversation where questionable loyalty was concerned. He has since faded away into oblivion. Yet his name remains associated with hate and division – not ideal places to leave ones mark.

Yet this bundling of everything controversial has become the norm in politics today. The bottom line being: Nazi = Bad, Jew = Bad, White = Bad, Black = Good, Criminal = Good, Hard working = Racist.

With those terms set in stone today, Democrats have molded their careers around divisiveness all in the name of inclusion. And herein lies the famous “exception to the rule.”

With midterm elections quickly approaching, Democrats have promised to beat the Nazi-Trump war drums until we all cry “Uncle!” Tired and fabricated, the hostility through labels remains on the upswing.

Which brings us to an oyster farmer named Graham Platner. He is running to be a Senator in Maine.

“Platner has painted himself as a working class hero, running far to the left of [current Maine Governor Janet] Mills on issues from tax policy to tribal rights. He represents the younger, activist wing of the party as national Democrats weigh whether to shift to the left or the center in the wake of their defeat at the hands of President Donald Trump in 2024. Platner has never run for elected office before,” states The Maine Monitor.

The Monitor continues, “In October, his campaign was rocked by a series of controversial Reddit posts about rape, race, and the military, as well as a tattoo of a Nazi symbol. His campaign continued on as he covered the tattoo and disavowed many of his past statements on Reddit, saying many were made in the wake of post-traumatic stress from his time serving in the military.”

I’d like to wage on that bet.

So, it seems as though the Nazi tattoo that Platner suddenly covered over, is a moot point. Claiming he has now changed his thoughts, doesn’t really matter as much when a genuine Nazi Democrat is trying to oust a Republican Senator, Susan Collins.

U.S. Senator Elizabeth Warren, Reps. Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez, Ilhan Omar, Maxwell Alejandro Frost, and Jasmine Crockett have all proudly thrown their weight as Democrats behind Platner.

Let’s see if all those lying phonies – including Platner – will, indeed, take the much coveted Blue Ribbon for being The Best at pulling the wool over the eyes of the voters.

I’m hoping the voters are smarter than that, though.

Sheeple

 

  It’s high time we addressed the 14,000-pound elephant in the room: Influencers.

Influencers are individuals who have latched on to an idea of making a living by telling the masses how and what to digest in life.

These influencers have been around for eons in one form or another under various names on a variety of different platforms.

Following World War II, returning service personnel often carried enough of their pay to rid themselves of the khaki slacks and shirts, or olive drab battle dress uniforms, or navy bell bottoms, in lieu of sporty “new” fashions of the post-war time.

Tailors welcomed the GIs with a new version of the regular business suits of the 1940’s: the Zoot Suit. Adopted from black and Mexican cultures, these easily distinguished togs became the fashion of the hip.

Sporting jackets with wide lapels, trousers with pegged legs and pleats, worn over two-toned shoes, along with an oversized pocket watch chain, these haberdashery innovations screamed, ‘I have arrived!’ This overindulgence of extra material to create these suits proudly showed everyone we didn’t need to scrimp and save for the war effort; it was now my turn.

Although short lived, this trend was set by influencers of the era. If you wanted to fit in, you needed to heed the sage advice of people in the know. Period.

Alongside the Zoot Suits were bigger, heavier, more opulent cars. With giant fenders and plush, wide seats, these cars were distinct from the older pre-war models with chrome trim and eye-catching white wall tires. The American culture had turned the corner to a place that was to be desired.

Using popular singers crooning catchy jingles of the time in their advertising, Detroit, then the backbone of American auto manufacturing, produced desirable cars. During radio and a new media medium, television programs, one needed to “See the USA in their Chevrolet.” The other manufacturers had their turn with their own ad wars in print newspapers and magazines, too.

While driving American roads, cigarettes were being pushed by influencers, too. “Doctors” in white lab coats bearing stethoscopes along with those banded mirrors on their heads could be seen everywhere recommending certain ciggie brands as being healthier over those of their competitors. If only.

Those are just a few examples of influencers past who effectively changed the direction and tenor of America.

And it was around these times – the 1940’s through the 1960’s – that people became more status conscience than before. With more people working with new skills in decent paying jobs, people were covertly encouraged to spend their newfound riches by Hollywood actors and actresses who often portrayed characters living lavish lifestyles. And it worked.

Cars seen competing in National Association for Stock Car Auto Racing (NASCAR) became very desirable following a win during a weekly race. Using the motto, “Win on Sunday, buy on Monday,” became a tried-and-true slogan around car dealerships.

Today we find ourselves immersed in a continued evolution of life still dictated by influencers. Only today, the wannabe people have become effectively known as “sheeple.”

Sheeple are informally defined as people who are docile, compliant, or easily influenced – likened to sheep.

While the automobiles have been largely switched over from convertibles with lots of chrome to four-door sports cars and chrome less SUV’s, it is almost impossible to distinguish between makes and models and years.

Rather, our new generation of influencers is comprised of people who still like to advise the sheeple on what is best, strongest, smartest, most fashionable, and hip. But just who are these new influencers?

It seems as though they are comprised of popular individuals who – not unlike the jingle singers of yore – have been raised to idol stature in our pop culture.

Names such as Joe Rogan, virtually every one of the Kardashian and Jenner tribe, Beyoncé along with Taylor Swift who share their influence about everything from tequila and exercise clothing to music along with beauty products.

But also, along with this this gaggle of modern culture and everything stylish influencers arises names such as NYC Mayor Zohran Mamdani, Congressclown Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez (AOC), Senators Nancy Pelosi and Chuck Schumer, plus a slimeball named Hasan Piker.

Anyone who regularly dabbles in the day-to-day operations of the world through the news and podcasts have become familiar with the above influencers, perhaps with the exception of Piker. It seems Piker – who I admit was new to me – “has been described as one of the biggest voices on the U.S. left,” according to Wikipedia.

He is “known online by the name HasanAbi [sic]” Wikipedia continues, using streaming to influence as a “left-wing political commentator. His content primarily consists of political and social commentary.” It further states “Piker’s Twitch channel ranks among the platform’s most-subscribed.”

“So what?” you ask.

The ungrateful Hasan Piker

Making the rounds to both get his dangerously sleazy message out, as well as to massage his overinflated ego, Piker is now saying the quiet part aloud. The esteemed HasanAbi was recently being interviewed on a New York Times (NYT) podcast when he seemed to projectile vomit his belief that, according to his moral ethics, theft of groceries was “Okay,” but only from a store like “Whole Foods.”

Stealing vehicles was acceptable, as well. What he drives, and where it is currently parked, was conveniently left out of the conversation. Probably because he didn’t want his car pilfered.

Stealing from a small store or a corner deli was no bueno. On the other hand, Piker spoke about his thoughts on the murder of United Healthcare executive Brian Thompson, by Luigi Mangione, who gleefully stated that “finally, someone can actually do something about healthcare.” Nice guy, Hasan.

Further ruing the fact Democrats hadn’t done more during the wake of Mr. Thompson’s murder to address the crisis of America’s healthcare system, Piker added that the late “Mr. Thompson can be accused of ‘social violence,’” msn.com offered.

He even went so far as to mention that America deserved 9/11 – referring to the Muslim terrorist attack with hijacked planes – in 2001.

Keeping in mind that this POS himself is a proud Muslim who was born and largely reared in the United States, attending American colleges at the University of Miami as well as Rutgers. Now Piker is showing his appreciation for all this nation has done for him and his family.

By the way, this 34-year-old guy moved to Los Angeles, California in 2021, where he bought a $2.7 million, 3,800-square foot house in West Hollywood. Please reread that last sentence; I’ll wait for you. This is the same fellow who just told his followers it was fine to steal from stores.

Here’s the rub. The legacy media has the morality and direction of wet dishrags, constantly haranguing against The President, his supporters, The Right, and anyone concerned with “the rule of law,” trying to keep our nation on the track of safety and morality. Need more proof?

Other influencers who openly espouse antagonism to stoke anger among the masses include CNN’s Jake Tapper, and late-night television’s Stephen Colbert. Both of these embarrassments appeared on Colbert’s show to imply President Trump was actively working against the First Amendment.

In a clearly uncomfortable skit, Tapper pulled out a pocket handkerchief emblazoned with a crayon-like scribble regarding freedom of speech. Evidently, these two influencers were preparing to make a public scene at the recent White House Correspondents Dinner with their mass media buddies using these pocket silks as props.

The enthusiastic crowd cheered and hollered at this gag that was supposed to appear ‘grass roots’ in nature but clearly wasn’t. Ha ha.

This very fine line of espousing hate, violence, theft, and the utter disruption of a civil society is easy to cross. Unfortunately, undoing the rhetoric can be very difficult, maybe impossible.

Witness the influencers who, just a mere year, or so ago, were openly marching while chanting to ‘kill all Jews.’ This public display of hate was applauded by many, many college students, many of whom will eventually be working alongside, even living next door to these same people they openly hate and wish dead today. (Not the forward thinking in our youth for which one would hope.)

Influencers have their place in society but must remain tempered due to the ability to alter the minds of sheeple. And such influencing is clearly resulting in the weak minded being easily misled toward a dangerous goal: the dissolution of the United States.

Influencing others on the latest music, the best women’s stretch clothing, most shocking conspiracy du jour, current fashion t-shirt, or most shocking comment for office water cooler talk, is palatable. Unfortunately, excusing violence and mayhem, while encouraging death and destruction is not.

‘Nuff said.

Catch-22

 

  Whether you’re visiting EasternShoreFishAndGame.blogspot.com for the first time, or a repeat reader, you are in for a treat today.

This is an historic time – after publishing these flashes of brilliance for over 15-years – when you are being treated to the shortest story to ever appear here so, don’t get too comfortable.

Here it goes:

My sainted wife and I enjoy some of the familiar fare of ‘cop shows’ on television on a regular basis. We tune in to these ‘reality’ shows largely for entertainment which are often peppered with crimes, investigations, and subsequent arrests, all in the name of entertainment.

One particular program we enjoy features a number of varying police and sheriff departments with officers who become familiar over time. This specific show’s badge wearers – who sometimes colloquially speak to the camera – offered his opinion following a DWI arrest on a “live” (read: time delayed) broadcast just the other night.

This aside featured a sheriff’s deputy wearing a campaign-style hat offering his opinion on the apprehension of this suspected drunk driver.

Now is an excellent time to point out that I have never been arrested, stopped, or suspected of driving under the influence of anything other than love.

In any case, this deputy looked directly into the camera and proudly pointed out that “No one should

ever drive drunk from a bar.” A stupid remark? Actually, more stupider than that.

Which leads to a rhetorical question: Why do many municipalities demand ample parking before bars are open for business? A true Catch-22.

This episode’s segment demonstrated just how low the bar is to get a badge in at least one jurisdiction.

Mark Twain appropriately said, “It is better to keep your mouth closed and let people think you are a fool than to open it and remove all doubt.”

By the way, a subsequent ‘breathalyzer’ test proved the arrested individual was NOT above the limit and later released at the Sheriff’s Office.

Gotta be the First

 

  Only last week civilization reached another monumental rung on the ladder of history.

As I am writing this, an American space rocket from NASA has passed from circling the Moon, including the so-called Far Side. The Moon, for your edification, is viewed from Earth on only one side. This fact has been true since anyone can recall. Flying around the entire Moon is important because it has never been done before.

Aboard this spaceship – Artemis II – is a gathering of four specially selected astronauts which, I’m guessing not by chance, appear to reflect the make-up of America. In this group is one white man, one black man, one white woman, and one Canadian. I know, I know, I didn’t identify the Canadian’s sex or race, but suffice it to say, someone at NASA is clearly paying back a debt or needed to convert Metric measurements.

In any case, this historic mission has generated an amazing amount of interest and hoopla throughout the world because it involves so many firsts.

During one of the many press group meetings between Earth reporters and the space capsule via teleconference, a reporter simply had to ask a question that was simultaneously both expected and cringe worthy. And that’s a hard feat to accomplish.

The aforementioned black astronaut, Victor Glover, was tossed a question with – what else? Diversity, equity, and inclusion (DEI).

Without missing a beat, this reporter dragged race into this for all the tribalists watching and later reading the recaps of this significant accomplishment by not only Glover, but also the other three crew members. Were they already forgotten because they aren’t black?

The query took a path along these lines: ‘How does it feel to be the first black man to fly around the Moon?’

After all, there is a woman seated alongside    
this black man who happens to be the first woman to fly around the Moon. Lest we forget there’s a white man aboard plus a Canadian, who I would consider “firsts” of each special category in which they neatly fit or identify.

But it seems as though Astronaut Glover is first and foremost an astronaut who realizes and enjoys his career as a team player. He quickly interjected his response by poo-pooing the racist reporter’s question by shifting the emphasis towards what this meant for humanity rather than race.

All four Artemis II occupants brought something special to their historic trip, traveling further into outer space than any other humans as yet. That, in and of itself, should be celebrated and held up as a monumental achievement for all of society to applaud and use as a barometer for future space exploration.

That being said, I offer accolades of ‘Job well done!’ and wishes for more inclusiveness rather than exclusions based on shallow, uncontrollable traits.

Missing in Action

 

 
Practically daily, we meander through life without noticing the most obvious things before our eyes.

Take, for instance, this time of year. Roughly six weeks ago, Phil, The Groundhog from Pennsylvania, predicted Spring was near. According to Phil, who disappointingly saw his shadow, foretold this remarkable information even though he was manhandled and fondled by top hatted groundhog wranglers. But Phil was right; we were in for six more weeks of winter.

As if on cue, a quick trip into the backyard will reveal gnarly weeds, desperate dandelions, and other spiteful lawn distractions have suddenly arrived just before this years’ inaugural mowing. Before this congregation of eyesores, those flora pests were missing from our thoughts. Just as were the robins.

Robins are said to be a sure sign of Spring. They were elsewhere during the winter months avoiding the snow, ice, plus terrible freezing winds, in an attempt to be to able to find water and food for survival. But it was their absence that we didn’t notice; their return, on the other hand, seems akin to an epiphany.

As is evident, being missing in action is – well – evident, if you know what’s missing. And therein lies the issue. We, as children, were not taught to think in those terms. We were told to appreciate what we have; the ‘missing’ wasn’t part of the equation.

Which leads us to today’s story of analysis into what is evident in our lives, as well as what is not. Strap yourself in for a fun ride to find those things that are no longer before our eyes: missing in action.

A few short years ago, we were treated to a running joke named President Barack Hussein Obama. He was handily elected to the presidency following two tumultuous terms of President George W. Bush. Bush’s first four-years in office were blackened by horrific terrorist attacks inside the sovereign borders of the United States of America.

Although attacks of lesser degrees had been committed over the years, this heinous display of hatred toward Americans by Muslims was able to be conducted due to naïveté on the part of Americans.

For decades, our nation believed anyone desiring a better life in the United States should be welcome as part of the Great Melting Pot of Freedom experiment. And for roughly two-centuries, this system worked with great success. Until September 11, 2001, that is.

Foreigners arrived on our shores, en masse, often with a mere suitcase of personal items, others wearing only inner tubes for flotation, to join society in an attempt to start life anew. Jobs, opportunities, housing, sanitary conditions, religious freedom, safety, besides a legal system that applied to all, were the attractive draws for legal immigrants seeking to help our nation thrive.

Once here, these ‘transplants’ learned English, while adopting new cultures, to be better suited to find employment. Unfortunately, those radical Muslim terrorists, along with angry Central and South Americans, brought hate and spite with them. What was missing was something called assimilation.

Nearly immediately taking to the streets to demand welcoming gifts, these illegal transplants were adamant they had no intention of learning English, American culture, doffing their native costumes, or following the Democrats’ earnest plea to “follow the rule of law,” much less assimilating in America.

Need proof? These arrogant miscreants snatched their free cellphones, gift cards, meals, housing vouchers, and transportation tickets with one hand while proudly holding flags of their origin countries with the other.

Missing in action? Equally proud Americans to stand face-to-face with these societal dregs to demand their removal from the finest nation out of the 193 countries, worldwide.

Also missing were politicians needed to stand tall against these human-like leeches to proclaim, “Enough! Go home!”

Pious pols from both sides of the aisle were much too busy pandering for votes in order to retain their seats on the guvment Gravy Train of Posterity. Helping their constituents sneak across our borders to enter the Land of Milk and Honey, slimy politicians from toilets such as Somalia found ways to match those efforts exhibited by South of the Border Congressional Representatives.

Always looking for the loophole, they worked into applicable legislation that often treat illegal immigrants better – giving them more rights than natives – all to continue the grift of helping the downtrodden seemingly vanished when constituents begged for relief from these decades-long invasions.

Missing? Prosecutors, District Attorneys, as well as jurists whose jobs are to mete out appropriate and timely justice against those who don’t follow laws keeping neighborhoods safe, secure, and palatable to everyone. Rather, only the newcomers are granted “special” protections and latitude in cases involving many heinous crimes.

But just how are these un-American vermin able to fly under the proverbial radar with impunity while conducting hustles of drug dealing, child sex trafficking, gang activities, and theft/shoplifting? By hiding behind the words “racism” and “xenophobia.”

Usually spewed by sleazy Democrat politicians, as well as their loving constituents, those words are the trump cards in any conversation, much as trump cards in pinochle. If you find yourself losing a debate or conversation, the losing participant interjects their barbed word to end any further discussion.

In this case, missing in action are everyday people with spines, armed with information, to aver their displeasure over those smarmy tactics and loopholes willing to complain to their Representatives to “do your job!” If not, they, too, are missing in action.

Senators and Congressmen are employees of We the People. They get paid lots and lots of money, plus perks, extended vacations, with some receiving the occasional kickback. They regularly have their overly large egos massaged, while rubbing elbows with A-listers. But it’s their job to do the will of their constituents – those who cast votes for them – who want to know their issues are addressed.

If not, there’s another election upcoming. And should your Representative be missing in action, their résumés should be updated. Just sayin’.

Forget Me Not

 

  This morning, while practicing my roadside sobriety test exercises at home, I turned on the television to provide a bit of distraction.

On the TV was a reporter wearing a flak vest and helmet whilst holding a microphone amid an apparent bombing in a foreign land. Surrounded by rubble, smoke, dust, and blaring air raid sirens, this fellow breathlessly attempted to relay what he was seeing and feeling for the benefit of the viewing audience.

After a short while, it was disclosed he was standing in a place identified as ‘Israel,’ which is located in the Middle East. I was flabbergasted in as much as I was under the impression there were no conflicts in the Middle East following the peaceful Biden Administration years.

By way of history, not long after taking the reins as Commander-in-Chief, President Joseph Biden abruptly halted the twenty-year-war in Afghanistan, also located in the Middle East. It would appear Uncle Joe awoke from a nap to realize this war – which he voted “for” as Senator from Delaware – was still ongoing.

President Biden and Joe

Blaming his predecessor, Donald J. Trump for not stopping the war during his term, Uncle Joe was excited about making history in stopping this seemingly endless war. Did I mention it was 20-years old?

For the record, EVERY Senator voted “for” America’s presence in Afghanistan following the 9/11 terrorist attacks in America in 2001. For the record.

In putting the brakes on this debacle, Biden ordered his Military Brass to pull out post haste. No delay, no discussion. NOW!

Being good soldiers, they did. In the process, they left a cache of “American-made small arms such as M4 and M16 assault rifles, armored tactical vehicles like Humvees and Mine-Resistant Ambush Protected (MRAP) vehicles, as well as several UH-60 Black Hawk helicopters,” per www.armyrecognition.com.

Wide estimates of value run as high as $85,000,000,000, not an insignificant amount of cash – except in guvment circles. Not figured therein are the priceless American soldier lives lost during a terrorist suicide bombing; thirteen service personnel died during the exit as the price of this totally stupid apparent political maneuver.

Still, we Americans, were summarily divorced from this Afghanistan toilet. Now the finger pointing was beginning in attempt to mimic an Ol’ Soviet-style of disinformation campaign. Of course, this goat rodeo was somehow the fault of former President Trump. Just ask any Leftist and legacy media news manufacturer.

Poo-pooing Conservatives’ attempts to deflect any and all blame, Democrats had the cards stacked in their favor. It didn’t take long for the dust to settle due to lack of interest while minimizing affects other than President Biden’s brilliant military tactical skills. On to his next Pyrrhic victory.

Russian President Vladimir Putin invaded a neighboring country, Ukraine. Once a member of the former Soviet Socialist Republic, Putin wanted Ukraine to return to the old USSR fold. Unfortunately, Ukraine’s President Volodymyr Zelenskyy was having none of it.

Contacting U.S. President Biden quickly dragged the United States into yet another proxy war – this time with Russia. Supplying arms, uniforms, ammunition, tanks, jets, bandages, besides lots and lots and lots of money, guaranteed our nation was dragging itself into another endless war.

While lies promising our involvement was negligible, Americans – most of whom couldn’t find Ukraine on a map – began wearing Ukraine flag pins on their lapels, while flying Ukraine flags in solidarity. How wonderful. This effort toward world-wide peace seemed quite misnamed. Still, it was for peace.

This quagmire was initiated in early 2022 to nervous cheers from sane people fearing Vladimir Putin would cause this incursion to evoke action by our North Atlantic Treaty Organization (NATO) partners.

Four-years later they continue to fight without an end in sight. And still, very few in America are concerned. Thank goodness the suspected money siphoning and diversions continue.

Following a contentious 2024 election cycle, a triumphant Donald Trump won a second term as President, hoping to set America back on-track to a cohesive, sane, most importantly - safe nation in which all citizens could survive and thrive in peace.

Beginning his new term akin to being shot out of a cannon, President Trump’s involvement nearly immediately sought to bring peace throughout the world. It seems as though President Trump has caused cease-fires in six conflicts. They include: Democratic Republic of Congo and Rwanda, India and Pakistan, Cambodia and Thailand, Armenia and Azerbaijan, Serbia and Kosovo, and Egypt and Ethiopia. Not too shabby.

Continuing his effort to keep America safe, he once again directed his focus toward a 47-year conflict with the biggest, most dangerous, terror-sponsored nation in the world: Iran. Supplying arms, training, homemade bombs/IEDs, anti-Western ideology, on top of proven terroristic tactics, Iran was found to be on the cusp of finishing building up to eleven-nuclear weapons.

With the financial help of President Barack Hussein Obama, Iran used the pallets-full of cash – in the amount of $146,000,000,000 – to buy centrifuges, as well as other equipment, needed to separate uranium-235 from uranium-238. Once enriched, the uranium-235 can be used for making nuclear bombs.

Attached to foreign-supplied long-range ballistic missiles, these weapons of mass destruction suddenly become threats to anyone and everyone. Working hand-in-glove with Israel, the United States, led by President Trump in his second term, attempted negotiations to divert this nightmarish situation which was guaranteed to place every world nation within 4,000 miles in peril of total oblivion.

Likely under the guise of a possible world-wide religious war, such a threat is easily viewed as unacceptable.

Herein lies the rub. With European nations – in addition to the United States – are well within range of those nuclear bombs and delivery devices, to include our aforementioned NATO allies. But because of decades of appeasement via immigration, Muslim Iranians have made much of the NATO countries their homes, not unlike the United States of America.

Now in positions of authority, augmented by unified voting blocs, radical transplants have been creating laws and providing regular propaganda to their neighbors in order to achieve their goal to eradicate all non-Muslims. In other words, kill the infidels.

Recognizing an imminent threat from Iran, President Trump thought it prudent to negotiate a deescalation of the manufacture and possession of Iran’s ability to imperil the world with terroristic implications.

Calling America the “Great Satan,” and Israel “Little Satan,” as well offering vocal declaration of “Death to America,” it seemed as though nipping this disaster-waiting-to-happen in the bud was a timely, prudent move.

United States military ships, planes, and other armaments were summarily moved into place in and around the Persian Gulf during negotiations. Following generous offers of giving perpetual nuclear power generating means to Iran, they collapsed due to lies and stalling tactics used by Iran.

With deadlines passed, the United States in concert with Israel began the effort to prevent a global catastrophe of a magnitude never before seen. Expectation of an abbreviated incursion began to lengthen to be quickly questioned and attacked by the Leftist miscreants, Democratic politicians, augmented by a compliant media as another endless war.

Here’s where a memory better than that of a gnat is of great advantage. It seems as though the weak-minded whiners complaining about President Trump’s extended attempt to rid the world of a nuclear threat from known terrorists are the same ones ignoring a years-long protracted battle in Ukraine.

Doing nothing is far more dangerous than briefly suffering with inflated fuel prices, the result of cutting off Iran’s oil supply. Selfish critics, along with professional malcontents, are making this relatively minor inconvenience the basis of allowing Iran’s terroristic ways to continue, unfettered.

Either the anti-Americans are too ignorant to realize the peril posed by Iran, or they are too deep into their mental affliction of Trump Derangement Syndrome.

In any case, how soon we forget.

Papers, Please

 

 
A recent surgery led me to a trip to one of my favorite places to visit: the Department of Motor Vehicles (DMV). This visit generated angst because I only needed to get a new driver’s license.

For the record, I’ve had a driver’s license since my teenage time keeping it updated after all these years. A quick jaunt down memory lane to give you an idea as to my age, the Dead Sea was merely sick at that period.

Entering the DMV facility, I was met by an angry young man at a desk who was attempting to direct me to the appropriate line, but he first needed to know my business. I told him I needed a new driver’s license, at which time the barrage of difficult yes-no questions were fired at me.

Was this my first license? Why did I need a new one? Was the old one expired? Was the old one from out-of-state? Have I had any tickets? Have I ever lost my license? Then Mr. Personality finally without looking up, handed me a slip of paper with a number thereon indicating my personal number.

This number would then be called by the DMV specialist who would keep me legal on the roads.

My sainted wife was with me to enjoy this adventure. From here until my number was called by the specialist, we commented – and wagered – on the appearance of patrons, all the while guessing their native lands and languages.

A reasonable eight minute wait quickly passed and I was soon on my way to acquiring a new license with a new photo to impress any and all for the next five-years.

After showing me a photo of Tom Selleck, I eagerly nodded that it would do, the DMV specialist smiled with a nod and wink. It didn’t take long before my sainted wife and I were on our way again.

This leg of our journey took us to a big box hardware store – whose name shall remain protected – with hapless employees avoiding contact, for a can of spray paint.

Amid the checkout process, I was promptly asked for ID. Evidently, being carded is not only an exercise reserved for buying alcohol and tobacco. It seems as though the powers-that-be have been very, very busy with annoying legislation to make peoples’ lives more cumbersome. Congratulations!

The orange aproned checkout clerk glanced at my license, only to grab for it again to take a second glance at my face, handing back with a nod and wink. Because I needed to know, I asked the reason for this extra step. She explained lots of people, especially kids, purchase spray paint and glues to get high.

She added another nod and wink, plus a comely smile to bid us goodbye.

It was when we returned home, where I switched on the TV, that a news story caught my attention like a bucket of ice water to the face. It featured a lizard-like creature known as Senator Chuck Schumer (D-NY) carping about the absolutely horrific process of citizens acquiring identifications. Huh?

This Senatorial reptile pontificated like a true professional fabricator for several mind-numbing minutes that our current Chief Executive, President Donald J. Trump, was fighting tooth and nail to keep black people and illegal aliens from getting IDs. Of course, nothing of the sort was true.

It seems as though sizable voter fraud schemes were employed by Democrats to questionably capture the highest office by Joseph “Plugs” Biden, over then-candidate President Trump. Thousands of unverified voters in several jurisdictions fudged figures enough to hand the presidency to Plugs, thus beginning a rapid slide toward total destruction of the United States of America.

With Democrats along with complicit legacy media-types abetting this nation-wide scam, the fix was in. High-fives, toothy grins, and back slapping galore nearly sent the defrauders to the emergency room with spinal problems, while hapless Republicans looked bewildered for the next four years.

Of course, denials were easy to find not only among the Democratic Party, but among the Republican ranks with weak-minded RINOs piously reaching across the aisle for unity and peace. The only missing components were truth and honesty. But, what the heck.

It seems that the Democrats handily grabbed the reigns of guvment to steer the wagon of bureaucracy toward a place unseen in 240-years: bankruptcy fed by corruption.

Allowing an estimated 12 to 15-million unvetted immigrants into the U.S. under the Biden regime, this throng of non-compliant, anti-assimilation migrants continue to reap the harvest, without any work, in the proverbial land of milk and honey: America.

With national elections quickly approaching in November 2026, this mass of illegal immigrants are expected to be beholding to the Democratic Party for opening the floodgates allowing them into our once-sovereign nation, while readying them to vote for their new Democratic politician slave masters.

The reptilian Schumer continues, along with his other guvment representative buddies, to insist black people cannot get identification. Included in that blanket lie are the brown people, women, foreigners, as well as law breakers, all of whom are being portrayed by The Left as ‘too stupid to get IDs.’

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requiring ID

Someone with half-a-brain could figure out that driving a car, purchasing alcohol, conducting bank transactions, boarding an airplane, renting an automobile, acquiring a SNAP card, finding Section 8 housing, even visiting some medical facilities, even buying spray paints and glues, require an ID.

I personally know a number of people who engage in many of the aforementioned activities, all of whom have varying forms of official guvment identification – some of which are issued free-of-charge.

So, to have an anti-American Senator, plus his disingenuous political gasbag cohorts, abetted by the legacy media, openly claim voters should not be required to provide identification when casting ballots, need to be summarily challenged and legally punished for derailing the ambrosial efforts employed by President Donald Trump.

And yet they continue to lie.