Drones vs Walls

It’s why I call them dummycrats.  They keep saying dumb things.  They say we don’t need walls.  We can use drones and they are much less expensive.

Well, here’s a news alert.  Walls greatly impede illegals from crossing the border; drones don’t.  For my stupid political opponents, the best a drone can do is spot someone as they cross over the border.  I assure you, they will not and cannot stop anyone.  Then, once they are here, they are here and we can’t send them back.  Now tell me, just what is so brilliant about drones.

The truth is, they know better.  It is just their effort to deceive, and a poor one at that.  The truth is that they don’t want the wall because it will work and it will keep all their new voters out.

BUILD THE WALL!!!

Why I Call Them Dummycrats

Just heard Rep. Tim Ryan (D-OH) make a dumb statement.  He basically said that we should be mandated to pay health insurance because we are mandated to pay car insurance.

The man likely has a college degree and conceivably a law degree.  Most representatives do have at least a four year degree.  However, I would like to see if he ever held a real job or ran a real company where he had to meet a parole.  On the other hand, I barely have a high school diploma and I spotted a hole in his logic that a person could drive one of those big mining trucks through.

  1. His statement is false on its face.  Not all people are required to carry car insurance.  Most people in New York, New York don’t have car insurance.  They never did and never will.  It is because they don’t drive cars.  His idea of a health insurance mandate would include every breathing human within the country, with the likely exception of congressmen.  (Then again, I’m not sure they are all human, anyway.)
  2. Those of us who do drive are only required to carry liability insurance.  We are not required to carry theft, collision or comprehensive.  The only reasons the state requires us to carry liability is to protect the other guy, not the one carrying the insurance.  Moreover, it is not because they know we will have an accident.  Some people, believe it or not, never have them.
  3. There is an exception in most states to the requirement.  Those who can may post a bond to cover the liability.
  4. We have several companies to chose from, some from out of state.  Being as I am from Mississippi, I have one selection, which is as if I have none.  Effectively, this has left my wife uninsured.
  5. Finally, the minimum coverage does not protect the driver who liable.  If I have a fifty thousand policy, the damaged party may still sue for and receive a judgment for a million or more.  The health insurance that Mr. Ryan wants us to pay has no limit and requires us to pay for coverage we absolutely don’t need—that’s both dumb and stupid.

 

Mr. Ryan, your statement almost sounds like a joke, but I’m not laughing.  Because of Obama Care, my wife is effectively without insurance, though I pay a premium of a thousand dollars a month.

The one thing that disturbs me the most is that you – and Obama – were voted into office, likely by a bunch of dummycrats.  It is something of an argument against democracy.

Who Killed Dr. M. L. King?

According to history, it was James Earl Ray.  Personally, I have my suspicions about that.  I don’t know, but I would say the chances are about 60% that the real killer walked.

I always had suspicions about the case.  Call it a hunch.  However, over the years, I have seen and heard things that have given me solid reasons.

  1. An episode of Law and order. The suspect was told that he would be given the death penalty if he didn’t sign a confession.  The man said, “In the old days they used rubber hoses.  I think I prefer that.  At least I would have come out of it alive.”
    Which is worse, beating a confession from a man or threatening him with death?  Like the character in Law and Order, I would prefer the rubber hose.  Regardless, I will never confess to a crime I haven’t committed.
    Basically, this is what happened to James Earl Ray.  I don’t know the exact percentage, but I would suspect that many people would admit to most anything if it means not being killed.  In my book, it negates the value of the confession.
  2. They never tested the rifle. It seems to me that if the prosecuting attorney wanted to put the right guy in prison, he would have insisted on testing the rifle.
    Not only did they not immediately test the rifle, but they also rested for years the testing of it.  I can only conclude that they were afraid they would have egg all over their faces if it tested negative.
    Finally, when the tested the rifle, it turned out inconclusive.  If it tested inclusive at the time, it likely would have been devastating to their case.  If it turned out negative, Ray would very likely have walked.
    I have no idea what time played in the testing of the rifle, but if the test would have been inconclusive immediately after the crime, it could not have been used as evidence.
  3. I don’t know what proof they had against Ray. They never had to present it in court.  I suspect it was a weak case at best.  Moreover, Ray never got a chance to present his defense.  I don’t think I like that.  For that matter, I suspect that Ray never saw the evidence.
  4. It looked to me that they were in a hurry to convict someone. It appeared as if anyone would do.  They just wanted the case closed.

I get it.  I understand the advantage of confessions.  They save time and money.  If they tried the case, it likely would have lasted a couple of years and there is no telling how much it cost.  More than that, they would have had to develop real proof and convince twelve people he was guilty.

By the way, there was also an unsettled populous in the city of Memphis.  No one in the hierarchy of city government wanted to see that.  Also, they didn’t much like the publicity that the assignation brought to The Bluff City.

The problem with that is that a mistake just might have been made.  If so, an innocent man went to prison for life and a killer walked.

 

A few of my books bring up problems with our legal system.  One of them is “The Floater.”  If you would like to read it or any of my other 35 books, you can order it from my author’s page at

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Purjury Traps

First, let me say that I have a great deal of respect for the FBI and law enforcement in general.  Yet, from recent observations with the the special counsel, I have come to one conclusion.  If the FBI ever starts asking me questions, I will not say a thing.  It would seem he is using the purjury without restraint, convictint people left and right, even if they did nothing wroing.

It would seem that, nowadays, you can be charged with perjury, even if I tell nothing but the truth.  Moreover, I can lose my house and about everything I currently own just to pay lawyers.  Therefore, I have one simple solution.  I won’t need a lawyer either.  All I need to do is keep my mouth shut.  The only talking I will do is to remind my inquisitor of what the special counsel has done.

Again, it is the unintended consequences.  The special counsel has shown the county what can happen if we open our mouths, even in the presence of a lawyer.  I suspect I was not the first nor will I be the last to notice that the damage that can be done to a person’s life.  Naturally, if I say nothing, they cannot charge me with lying.

Perhaps they can still convict me of something, but they will not be able to use my words to do it.  So, until I see some reasonable restraint, I’m just going to keep my mouth shut.

It is time that someone put a restraint on the man.  There is no reason to ruin a man’s life simply because of a slip of memory.  It is all the more reason for me to keep my mouth shut.  I am now 71.  My memory is nowhere near what is used to be.

The Dems Secret to Success

Some may wonder how it was that the Dummycrats had so much success in the last electition.  It’s simple.

One, they pretend to be Republicans.  It is sot of like wolves in sheep’s clothing.  Also, they tell a few lies.  The process comes easy to them.   They are well practiced at it.  By the way, after they win, they go back to owing their alegence to the dummycrats.

Two, they cheat.  They have taken the saying seriously, “He who counts the votes wins the election.”

Three, the roten news media throws their two cents in, maybe a little more.  After all, they are as much a part of the dummcrat party as the politions are.  If the republicans were to win, they would cry as much or more than their candidates.

Finally, they claim that the election was unfair.  After all, shouldn’t we count the votes of those in prison and the illegal aliens?  Then there are those who had to take the time to cross state lines.  …and, of course, we can’t forget to count the votes of the dearly departed.  Why should their death get in the way?

I guess I should add just one more.  Some people are easily deceived.  Indeed, some lazy people like getting freebees at the expense of others.

 

Side note:  I spent a few days in the hospital.  I’m just letting you know why I haven’t written for a while.

 

 

An Interesting Thing About Gas Tax

I’ve noticed two things about gas tax.  Most of the people who want them don’t drive cars, for instance those who live in New York city.  Also, many people like using the revenues received from the tax on things that have nothing to do with cars, such as trains and subways.  Now that’s just not right.

Consider the commuter.  Until I retired, I drove eighty miles a day.  Some drive a hundred a fifty miles to work, one way.  I suspect they have something to say about the way the tax money is squandered, such as on the train that is being built in California.

…but, of course, when the roads become riddled with potholes as such, the first thing those idiots like to yell is, “Increase the gas tax!”  Why not?  It is nothing to them.  Many don’t drive.  Many have so much money they don’t care.  Then too, some just like the idea of controlling just a little more money.  It’s what politicians like to do.  They have two main jobs, make laws and spend money.

I don’t like it when people call for a gas tax.  As far as I am concerned, anyone who has a brain should object too.  In the end, everyone pays those taxes.  If not directly, then indirectly.  Besides, it is a bad thing to squander tax money, wherever it comes from.

By the way, one reason they think it is a good idea to tax gas is because the price is going down.  I think that works one way.  They would never remove the tax should the price go up.

Finally, if they used the gas tax they get now on the roads, they would have plenty for the highways, that is, if it doesn’t line some polititian’s pocket… or his friend’s.

Progress or Regress

It was late evening.  My wife drove me to the emergency room.  While she parked the car, I went up to the admissions desk.  I showed my hand to the clerk and asked, do you need to explain why I’m here.  Even though she smiled, she also displayed the proper empathy.

My wife had warned me a few times about walking at night.  I had even been stopped by the police and warned, that is, after they asked what I was doing.  There are thieves out there.  Some have knives and some even have guns.  However, you must understand, it is cooler at night and I need my exercise.

So, generally I walked about two miles a night.  The nice thing about walking is that it exercises some of the largest muscles in the body.  More that that, walking helps to pump blood through the body.  This helps to distribute the nutrition and flush out the poisons.

On this particular night, it was neither thief nor even a gunman that assaulted me.  My problem was a pine-cone.  After I stepped on it, I was on the pavement before I knew it.

At this point, I started to wonder if a knife might have been less painful.

I mean; I really hurt, pretty much all over.  It was as if someone picked me up and slammed me to the ground.  In a way, it was worse.  I never saw it coming.

I started taking account of everything when I realized that one of my fingers was pointing the wrong way.  As I held my hand in front of me, it was pointing to the right, not up as the others.  Immediately, I realized that was not so good.

In spite of my best efforts, I couldn’t get up.  It reminded me of the commercial where the person calls out, “Help.  I’ve fallen and I can’t get up.”  I lay there in street a short distance from the curb.  I wondered if I should have carried a flare with me.  I mean, it was dark.  I did have some fear that someone might run over me before they saw me.

Fortunately, I did have my cell phone with me and, like ET, I phoned home.  It did not take long for my wife to reach me.  I was right in front of my house when that lethal pinecone attacked me.

Well, most of the rest, you already know.  She helped me to my feet and drove me to the hospital.  There, they determined that I had one shattered one knuckle and dislocated another on my right ring finger.

I knew about dislocations.  I had seen enough TV to know that it is painful to fix them.  Well, I just had it confirmed.  When that PA took my finger and straightened it, I jumped straight up off that gurney.  I don’t know how I did that, but I was literally two inches above it.  Thinking I was going to hit her, she jumped back about four feet and she was ready to retreat even more.

Unbelievably, I thanked her.  Now, when is the last time you ever thanked someone for causing incredible pain.  Besides that, I assured her that I knew what was coming and I would have never hurt her.  I did mention that I preferred that it might have been better had she not snuck up on me like that.

I got another one of those smiles, you know, one that was accompanied with empathy.

Believe it or not, I was referred to a hand specialist.  I did not even know that there was such a thing.  He put wires in my finger.  They kept my finger from bending sideways while allowing it to bend properly.  Then he told me to bend it a lot… to keep it from freezing in one position.

Then after a few weeks, he decided to cause me more pain.  The wires had to come out and he decided the best way was to use a big pair of wire cutters.  He cut the wire four times.  (I suppose I should mention that the wire was stainless steel, very strong, very difficult to cut.)

I know it does seem strange, but sometimes, those that want to help us cause us pain, sometimes a lot.  Conversely, some folks who help us mean us harm.

In one of my books, “Stormy,” I try to illustrate this.  I consider the book my best.  I don’t guess my readers agree with me.  I have sold but one.  Also, it is the only one that was commercially edited.  It cost me $8500.  I don’t think I’ll make it back at this rate.

Getting back to my main point, the Bible tells us that work is a blessing from God.  Though the Bible doesn’t say as much, I believe it is a proper conclusion that when a nation deprives a person of work, he is robbed of a blessing, though many will emphatically deny it.

Many times I have been approached by beggars.  I am not talking about people who have disabilities.  I am speaking of healthy able-bodied people who use deceit to get a person to give them money.  I might mention that the deceit is thinly veiled.  They beg for money to buy food.  I offer to buy them a meal, and they go to their next mark.

The fact is that if I give them the money, I teach them that they can survive by begging.  If we all deny them, they just might go out and get a job.  Therefore, by giving him money, I do him a disservice.  You deprive him of one of God’s richest blessings.

All of us come to hard times from time to time.  When I first got out of the Marines, I did accept some help for a few weeks.  Those were hard times.  Looking back on it, I don’t know how I made it, but I did.  I won’t go through the explanations, but I took no money from the government, just a small loan from my wife’s grandmother.

Moreover, let me say this, when you take welfare from the government government, then you become a slave to those who run the government.

 

Speaking specifically about the democrats, it is their hope to arrange giveaway programs.  That way, they can enslave the population, or at least a large part of it.  To some degree, they have succeeded already.  Those on the dole are afraid that they will lose their freebees.  Therefore, they already control your vote.  If ever they achieve complete control of the government, then they control of everyone.  We will all lose our freedom.

By the way, those on the dole now will work.  The government will make sure of it.  It is the way of socialists.  They use giveaways to gain control.  Then, once they have control, they remove the giveaways.

It is the pattern.  It is the one they have used since the early 1900’s.  It is how they took over Russia, China, Cuba and many others.  They promise Utopia.  Over and over, they have succeeded in their deceit.  Yet, wherever they rule, it is far from Utopia.  For those who like to hug trees, the socialistic countries have the worst records for the environment.  Their only interest is themselves.  I assure you, those in the leadership of Venezuela don’t go hungry.  They live in their nice big air conditioned houses with their servants while those who were promised Utopia go through garbage cans trying to find a morsel that might last the day.  If they don’t succeed, they go to sleep hungry.  If they do succeed, who knows what kind of disease they might pick up?

Even more, they have been robbed of their blessing, work.  Now they beg, not by choice, but of necessity.

I would encourage one and all to vote republican.  More than that, avoid relying on the government for your survival.  If you do rely on Uncle Sam, you will be a slave and the elite will live like royalty.  The socialists call themselves progressives.  Yet, if they succeed at taking control, it will be a regression back to the dark ages.