ssǝɹddns ɹou ɹɐǝɟ ɹǝɥʇıǝu plnoʍ ʎʇǝıɔos ǝǝɹɟ ʎlnɹʇ ɐ ʇɐɥʇ ƃuıʇnɔolɯnɔɹıɔ suıɐʇuoɔ ǝʇıs sıɥʇ



Friday, August 31, 2012

Occupy RNC interview

"It's not jobs we need. We need housing and food."---Obama Youth

A chance encounter with a member of Occupy RNC at the Republican National Convention in Tampa, Florida.



99 weeks and whaddaya get? Another beer pong trophy and we're deeper in debt.

Later

Thursday, August 30, 2012

Numbers don't lie

All collectivist ideas. No practical experience. No workable plans.

No clue.



The "Youth" vote?

If the so-called youth are college educated, living in their parents basement, still on Daddy's health insurance plan and not getting hits on the multitudes of resumes they've submitted, it's time for them to register and vote for hope rather than radical change.

Nope!

They just had to spurn the qualified chick, the Dems just had to screw over Hillary in favor of the mystery charlatan.

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Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Official Movie Trailer

The Hope And The Change.com



He vacations, he plays golf, he shoots hoops, he campaigns, he raises funds and he parties with Hollywood like it's 1999. Meanwhile, you live paycheck-to-paycheck.

Romney's out of touch?

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Monday, August 27, 2012

One small step for man, one giant step backwards for mankind

The modern day explorer who thought he would not return from his historic voyage questions the highly dubious funding priorities of the community organizer turned interplanetary know-it-all.



Neil Armstrong, R.I.P.

I can't remember being so completely transfixed on anything.

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Sunday, August 26, 2012

Family

The following circumlocution is being posted in response to some familial infighting.

I once had a father, as well as two stepfathers. At the age of three, I was kidnapped over many state lines and I did not see my family until I was almost 5-years-old.

My first stepfather beat me repeatedly for even the most minor of childhood infractions. Years later, pent up rage manifested itself when the situation became reversed and had me beating on my, ahem, second stepfather.

I once watched my mother assault step dad #1’s skull with a claw hammer. I also saw her point a 30-odd-6 at his face and pull the trigger. I watched helplessly while he pounded on her many times over. And I even saw him launch a stove down a flight of steps which rolled right over her. I once went to Bradley Elementary with my back and buttocks lashed so badly and still bleeding that the teacher yanked me out of class, the school nurse insisted that I disrobe and the principal called the police.

I watched in horror when he punched my then 4-year-old sister in the face for eating a Scooter Pie without permission. I saw him shoot and kill the neighbor’s dog. I saw him shoot my mother in the head with a pellet gun. And if this isn’t crazy enough, my mother once grabbed me by and hand and fled the local Stop ‘n’ Shop after he decided to assault some mouthy guy in the deli line.

When she finally filed for divorce and was notified that he was being released from the local VA hospital against the advice of the local police, I helped her frantically barricade the interior of our home while she sobbed uncontrollably out of sheer fear.

Trust me, after 10, say 11 years of dysfunctional marital discord and the like, neither of the two principal players can claim victim status when the discord finally comes to an abrupt halt. You see, it takes two to tango. Or, should I say, two to tangle.

Whether anyone realizes it or not, and whether anyone can admit to it or not, the only players that can rightfully claim victim hood status during and after the tumult are the innocent bystanders…the children.

So, going forward, it matters not which side can spin the best yarn, or which side can best rewrite history. All that matters now is how everyone involved can work together for the good of the children…my grandchildren.

Them’s all I got.

Later

11 days to go

Write this down...

David Wilson.



Can't wait.

Later

Thursday, August 23, 2012

Givers 'n takers

Go figure.

I'm a non-participatory Christian, I'm white, I'm married and I'm already being relentlessly harassed by the A.A.R.P., that Democrat, quasi PAC group.

Source: Fox News poll: Race for the White House tightens

As far as I"m concerned, these here excerpted numbers speak volumes upon volumes.
Both tickets have already gained the support of many of their key voting blocs. Romney has the edge among white Evangelical Christians (70-18 percent), white voters (53-36 percent), married voters (51-38 percent), men (48-40 percent) and seniors (50-41 percent).
Obama has the advantage among black voters (86-6 percent), women (48-42 percent), lower income households (53-35 percent), young voters (48-39 percent) and unmarried voters (55-34 percent).
The folks that drive America support Romney. The folks that want to derive from America support the hand-out charlatan.

When next we vote, our future as a functional and economically viable country is on the line.

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Wednesday, August 22, 2012

2016

Dinesh O‘Souza‘s “2016: Obama’s America” is in theaters now.









Saboteur-in-chief, anyone?

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Monday, August 20, 2012

It doesn't matter if people get hurt...

This one struck a nerve…

From the Hazleton Standard Speaker: Informant: 17-year-old accomplice in Reznick murder
The Ebervale man who died after being found beaten and bloodied on a Hazleton street escaped from the trunk of a vehicle into which he was forced after being robbed of his cellphone, according to court papers.

Breon Davonne Judon and a teenager beat Aaron Reznick after they stole his iPhone at gunpoint, investigators say in a probable cause affidavit that outlines charges of homicide and other crimes against Judon.

Nice. A guy was killed for his sexy, 21 billion jiggawatt phone. And it kind of plays into what I’ve been up to of late.

As was previously noted here, I recently moved, so I’ve been busy and then some while following up on all of that. Work has been flat-out nuts. And thanks to a hefty price increase coming from our previous Internet host, I have been busily investing in the creation of a new fantasy football haunt. I’ve been busy, namely, too busy for any of this blogging malarkey.

Anyway, I’m 53-years-old, and closing in on 54. And since the Boy Scouts permanently instilled that “Be Prepared” attitude deep within me, it’s the rarest of days when you find me unarmed. Not that I need a weapon to defend myself. As I have capably demonstrated many, many, many times in the past, I can scrap with massive adrenaline bursts and extreme prejudice as my only guides.

We all have some sorts of talents. You have yours. I have mine.

During the past two years, I have had one violent encounter in Hazleton. It worked out really, really good for me, but not so good for the Hispanic-looking thief that tried to steal my tools out of my work truck. I made him crawl away. Literally. I told him not to get up off of the tarmac so as to not get pummeled all over again. He complied.

I had another incident last summer on Altar Street In Hazleton that could have gone the way of violence, except for the fact that I brandished a claw hammer and challenged the three Hispanic-looking types (who had me flanked while demanding that I make change for a twenty) to an all-out death scrum. They cursed. They chuckled at the white boy. But they turned and walked.

I also was part of an incident here in Wilkes-Barre whereby a tenant of public housing was threatening one of my co-workers. I simply told the guy he was out of line. And when he focused his energies on me and his finger got stuck in my face, I told the guy in no uncertain terms that he was only seconds away from being horribly beaten. He ran away, but he got on the phone looking to cause trouble for me. He failed.

Getting back to my impending birthday, I can see why people feel more and more vulnerable to the seemingly growing criminal element as they grow older and still older. And for good reason, too. As our physical plants slowly fade away, we typically wear that increased vulnerability that we feel on our sleeves.

And the lawless idiots thrive on their perception of inherent fear that automatically comes with old age. And it is for that very reason that I recently made the decision to get back to my prime fighting weight, and, more importantly, back to the six-pack abs days of old.

If I can still do it at 53, I see no reason to assume I’ll still be able to do it at 63. I have not had an epiphany. I’m not undergoing a mid-life crisis. I seek not a younger, sexier female type. And I hope to impress no one but myself.

I have modified my diet, and I’ve shed 14 pounds since June the 1st. I shaved away my facial hair, and Wifey buzzed my scalp with the electric buzzer. I’ve upped the use of dumbbells as well as resumed the isometrics routine I once had. Even though most of those who know me think I’m some whacked-out vegetarian, I have increased my protein intake so as to replace the remaining fat with muscle. I’ve resumed the bicycling regimen with increased vigor. And you never know, I might even get in some paddling one of these days.

My point is this, and you can call me whatever you wish in response: In an increasingly lawless, violent and unforgiving world, I reserve the right to inflict more violence upon the phony brave than I am likely to receive from them.

It ain’t no big deal. It is what it is. It’s just me being me. I’d like to see very, very, very many of you adopt the exact same mindset as societal decay accelerates. And I'm remembering my machismo-soaked motto from the old days when I used to get paid to beat drunk people into submission while the police were still en route...

It doesn't matter if people get hurt so long as the right people get hurt.

As WILK’s Joe Thomas once said, “Oh, man. That Mark Cour is as hard-core as they come.”

Yepper. And getting harder every day.

Join me.

Later

Thursday, August 16, 2012

WBASD: Elected organized crime

So much for that long-awaited, but long, long-delayed nepotism policy.

Seems like some unwanted interlopers upped and changed the tired agenda.



Remember the well-worn catchphrase, it's "for the children."

As if.

I try not to hate on most days, but it's getting harder and harder not to.

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Wednesday, August 15, 2012

OPSEC to Obama: "Shut the fu>k up!"

This documentary has been brewing for a while now and should not be news except to Democrats who have fallen hook, line and sinker for the "I, me, mine," one-man defender of the not-so-free world.

Episode I tops out at 22:01, but watch the entire thing

Intelligence and Special Operations forces are furious and frustrated at how President Obama and those in positions of authority have exploited their service for political advantage. Countless leaks, interviews and decisions by the Obama Administration and other government officials have undermined the success of our Intelligence and Special Operations forces and put future missions and personnel at risk.


The unwarranted and dangerous public disclosure of Special Forces Operations is so serious -- that for the first time ever -- former operators have agreed to risk their reputations and go 'on the record' in a special documentary titled "Dishonorable Disclosures." Its goal is to educate America about serious breaches of security and prevent them from ever happening again.
 

The adults are coming! The adults are coming!

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Saturday, August 11, 2012

The Veep schools the pretend Prez

Unlike many of his inept, disinterested counterparts, this guy, Paul Ryan, actually reads the bills, researches the bills and understands the bills.

And the more you learn about him, the more you'll understand why this country needs not any more "unintended consequences" signed into law.



G'nite

Friday, August 10, 2012

The Welfare President doubles down

Buying votes, one executive stroke at a time.



This election is shaping up to be a showdown between the productive folks, and the unproductive folks who support the clueless wonder.

Wonder why.

Later

Rodents and grandrodents

I love it when my daughter travels well south of the Mason-Dixon line and make's it a point to proudly and boldly display that glorious N-Y logo.


L to R: Ebon, Gage, Taylor & Peace
 Dollywood

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Thursday, August 9, 2012

Scumbags and their bald-faced lies

The coming landslide is inevitable.







 

Yeah, and, "you didn't build that."  

Scums.  

Later

Allan West killed my puppy!

The hapless Dems are going full-on with the napalm routine because they have absolutely nothing to tout this time around.



The country is about to collapse from within.

Oh, yeah! Well, Allan West punches aged widows!

Sad.

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Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Maddow on NEPA

Gee, this is shocking.

Turns out, some geological formations ought not be fracked with.

Visit NBCNews.com for breaking news, world news, and news about the economy


Go figure.

Later

Mitt Romney killed my puppy!

The latest from the slash-slash-burn-burn-and-burn-some-more campaign trail…

Mitt Romney is a tax scofflaw.

Mitt Romney is a felon.

Mitt Romney killed a woman.

Mitt Romney’s former firm was funded by Central American death squads.

Meanwhile, back at the reality ranch…

Over 100 Million Now Receiving Federal Welfare

And I reiterate, Oblahblah and his useless minions can be summed up in two words that are often joined together in perfect symmetry---scum and bag.

Scumbags!

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Tuesday, August 7, 2012

A question posed to me

What do you like about Mitt Romney?

Even though some are trying to use both against him, and especially because his opponent has neither, I like the fact that he has a long, documented track record as well as a full resume.

I like the fact that he understands how business and finance actually work.

I like the fact that he has experience at the executive level, as well as as that of a high-profile troubleshooter.

I like the fact that he understands that each and every regulation passed down from an overreaching Fedrule Govmint in lieu of law takes money directly out of our wallets, i.e., the economy.

I like the fact that he was not afraid to innovate by providing the model from which Oblahblahcare was haphazardly cobbled together.

I like the fact that he is a man of faith, as well a good husband, father and grandfather.

I like the fact that he has kept his composure while undergoing scurrilous and unfair attacks from almost every angle.

I like the fact that he was not mentored by cocooned academies, avowed communists, far-out radicals and domestic terrorists.

I like the overall positive tone of his message, rather than the chastising, admonishing, finger-pointing, divisive and self-impressed know-it-all condescension of his lightweight opponent.

I like the fact that he’s not in bed with Middle Eastern revolutionaries.

I like the fact that he actually visited the continental United States before he set off to college.

Finally, I like the fact that what he wants to make this country strong again, not remake it by executive fiat.
  
You asked. 

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Sunday, August 5, 2012

3 hours to Mars

I love this interplanetary travel stuff.

A mission to colonize Mars is afoot, but it's a one way ticket---the volunteer settlers won't be coming back. If I had no loved ones to keep me grounded here on Planet Tumult, well, it'd be au revoir if they'd have me.

I do so love adventures.



NASA will be going live at 11:30 PM

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Curiosity Mission to Mars

Just a few more hours.

I love this space travel stuff. Always did, always will. And I have Arthur C. Clarke to thank for that. Oh, and my father's chosen profession.



If all goes well, we'll know by Monday, perhaps Tuesday.

Later

Friday, August 3, 2012

Dust

Pesticides.

In this case, dust.

It's not about how lethal it is, how strong it's mixed, what synergists are part the equation or how far and wide and incorrectly it's aplied; it's all about it being correctly delivered to the target pest.

For this solution to an obvious problem, I applied a single ounce of product consisting of 99.9% inert ingredients coupled with .1% active ingredient. Environment friendly, pet and children safe.

Know your enemy...wood-destroying insects...



Dust rules!

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Friday One-liners

Even though I’m sick of hearing about it, let’s do this gay marriage thing.

The lefties claim the folks on the right are trying to deny the gays their rights. But at the same time, the lefties tell the folks on the right what they cannot eat, cannot own, cannot say and cannot think.

As for me, I say we allow the gays to do whatever they see fit, so long as they shut the fu>k up already and stop wearing their sexuality on their sleeves.

The lefties claim we need gun control every time a gun is fired in deranged anger. The Bitter Clingers---the right-leaning gun owners--claim it’s their constitutional right to “bare arms” in case the Fedrule Govmint gets a little too big for it’s own britches, just like it is now.

In these matters, I side with the gun crowd, but with a caveat to follow.

Handgun? Sure. Shotgun? Yep. Hunting rifle. Okay. Anything else more lethal than that? Nope.

Look, I really don’t care if anyone wants to own their personal version of a basement armory. But let’s be honest. If and when the Feds come looking for you with extreme prejudice as their only guide, you’re a dead man no matter what automatic weapon or weapons you may own.

Face it, the citizen militia days are far, far behind us.

I keep hearing this oft-repeated talk radio swill whereby it is alleged that the GOP and it’s evil minions want to screw the poor every time anyone on the right mentions common sense economics by way of balanced budgets.

Sorry, but the Dems have constructed this here entitlement society house of cards that is going to collapse sometime soon unless the adults among us are finally allowed some serious input.

And to equate fiscal sanity with utter disdain for the so-called “less fortunate” is disingenuous, useless and dangerous claptrap of the highest order.

Dishonest, Dem claptrap.

Has Tom Leighton reported to San Quentin yet?

No? Well, keep throwing swill against the wall in hopes of something, anything finally sticking.

Balanced budget. More new businesses downtown. Paving throughout the city. The splash pool is open. The massive Coal Street project is finally winding down. The Hotel Sterling solution is coming.

But, hey! It could be better, we could all be living in Scranton!

Right?

Later