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Guard with jealous attention the public liberty. Suspect everyone who approaches that jewel. Unfortunately, nothing will preserve it but downright force. Whenever you give up that force, you are ruined. — Patrick Henry

Archive for the month “February, 2013”

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We Need More Pride


I saw this picture and it got me thinking about pride.  Is it really a bad thing?  For some of us yes it is.  White pride is not allowed.  People can be proud to be black or latino and that’s acceptable.  Why?  Why is skin color something to be proud of and why can’t we all be proud of our race if that’s the case?  I think I’m allowed to be proud of my Hungarian heritage.  I have yet to meet someone of Italian descent who isn’t proud of that!  Kids are not encouraged to be proud of good grades because they may have negative consequence on the self esteem of the other kids.  The star athletes are still the school heroes and can be proud of it.  Both the smart kids and the athletic one had to work for their accomplishments.

Here is a different look at pride.  It’s the pride of being able to accomplish things like graduating college, especially if you did it on your own, getting your first job, finishing a project.  This is the kind of pride that would make those who think a life on welfare is a good life think twice.  When you sit there and just take there is no real sense of accomplishment. What do you have to be proud of?  Taking advantage of a system put in place to TEMPORARILY help people?  There are people who have had to drop their pride and use food stamps and other public assistance to take care of themselves and their families.  Having to admit to yourself that you need help taking care of your family is a hard thing for some people to do.  How do you instill this in people?  Maybe letting kids be proud of good grades and accomplishments would be a start.

Need Employees? Hire Criminals – It’s The Law

They are at it again.  More laws, regulations and threats against business owners.

The EEOC has issued new guidelines trying to force businesses to hire ex-cons.  Not hiring ex-cons can be seen as racist.  More minorities are convicted of crimes than whites.  Therefore, refusing to hire people with criminal records is seen as discriminatory.

There are just some jobs you don’t want certain people doing.  Would you want a guy with several rape charges working in a hospital?  Career thief as a security guard?  A repeat violent offender working anywhere near other employees in your facility? How about someone with 3 DUI as a delivery guy? I don’t think so.  The ability to hire who you think is qualified to do a job should be left up to the business owners.

I think most employers will use some common sense.  Everyone makes mistakes.  Sometimes these mistakes result in a criminal record.  It’s the people who don’t learn from those mistakes and keep ending up back behind bars that would be a concern.  If they can’t stay out of trouble how reliable will they be?  And they have a responsibility to keep the workforce safe.  Hiring a convicted rapist to work in a factory with women probably isn’t a good idea.

There are some state and local laws that require background checks.  This supersedes those so employers are in a damned if they do and damned if they don’t situation.  I’m thinking that this is just another way to kill America.  Regulated to death.

Working to Counter Online Radicalization to Violence in the United States

Yeah – this is going to be good.  I’m sure that they will have a broad interpretation of Violent Extremist Groups.  Could it include second amendment supporters?  Bloggers who post things like Nancy Pelosi is a Piece of Shit (see my previous post)? Oath Keepers?  Those who want to get back to a government that upholds the Constitution of The United States of America?

Things are getting scary.  So many things have been put in place.  The camps, ads for Army “Internment Specialists“, NDAA, and let’s not forget about all those handy executive orders.

Pelosi is a Piece of Shit

So they are now a ruling class and not public servants.  Did the bitch forget who gave her that job?  I would call them idiots.  Her word should be constituents, but I bet she prefers subjects.  If your dignity is tied to a paycheck then you must just suck.  I’ve had to take pay cuts that lasted years and do more work and had my hours cut with 5 minutes notice.  Did I lose my dignity then?  Oh wait – I’m one of the subjects.  If I was a guy I would say she could suck my dick, but I don’t think most guys would want that nasty old hag anywhere near their junk.  Having her in your wallet is disgusting enough.


The Battle Of Athens

Another Way the G’ment Is Trying To “Help”

We don’t have E15 fuel in my state that I’ve seen.  I’m glad about that after watching this.  They are trying to push fuel that cars can’t use.  Pay attention to the part where they list the auto manufacturers that will not honor the warranties if you use this fuel.  Notice who is missing.  Yup – GM (Gov’t Motors).  Coincidence??

Years of Math 1950-2013


Last week I purchased a burger at Burger King for $1.58. The counter girl took my $2 and I was digging for my change when I pulled 8 cents from my pocket and gave it to her. She stood there, holding the nickel and 3 pennies, while looking at the screen on her register.

I sensed her discomfort and tried to tell her to just give me two quarters, but she hailed the manager for help. While he tried to explain the transaction to her, she stood there and cried.

Why do I tell you this? Because of the evolution in teaching math since the 1950s:

1. Teaching Math In 1950s

A logger sells a truckload of lumber for $100. His cost of production is 4/5 of the price. What is his profit?

2. Teaching Math In 1960s

A logger sells a truckload of lumber for $100. His cost of production is 4/5 of the price, or $80. What is his profit?

3. Teaching Math In 1970s

A logger sells a truckload of lumber for $100. His cost of production is $80. Did he make a profit?

4. Teaching Math In 1980s

A logger sells a truckload of lumber for $100. His cost of production is $80 and his profit is $20. Your assignment: Underline the number 20.

5. Teaching Math In 1990s

A logger cuts down a beautiful forest because he is selfish and inconsiderate and cares nothing for the habitat of animals or the preservation of our woodlands. He does this so he can make a profit of $20. What do you think of this way of making a living?

Topic for class participation after answering the question: How did the birds and squirrels feel as the logger cut down their homes? (There are no wrong answers, and if you feel like crying, it’s ok. )

6. Teaching Math In 2009

Un hachero vende una carretada de maderapara $100. El costo de la producciones es $80. Cuanto
dinero ha hecho?

7. Teaching Math In 2013

Who cares, just steal the lumber from your rich neighbor’s property. He won’t have a gun to stop you, and it’s OK anyway cuz it’s redistributing the wealth.


I was listening to the radio and I heard of a website calld Regulations.Gov so I thought I’d check it out.  On the front page is a summary of the regulations introduced.  In the last 90 days  there were 5,850 new ones!!  I looked at a couple of them (lunch break so I don’t have a lot of time).  I wasn’t impressed.  It seems as if they are trying to  micromanage and regulate us into submission.

Obamacare Explained

This is an email I received a while ago….


I was in my neighborhood restaurant this morning and was seated behind a group of jubilant individuals celebrating the
successful passing of the recent health care bill. I could not finish my breakfast. This is what ensued:

They were a diverse group of several races and both sexes. I heard the young man exclaim, “Isn’t Obama like Jesus Christ? I mean, after all, he is healing the sick.” The young woman enthusiastically proclaimed, “Yeah, and he does it for free. I cannot believe anyone would think that a free market would work for health care. Another said, ‘The stupid Republicans want us all to starve to death so they can inherit all of the power. Obama should be made a Saint for what he did for those of us less fortunate.” At this, I had more than enough.

I arose from my seat, mustering all the restraint I could find, and approached their table. “Please excuse me; may I impose upon you for one moment?” They smiled and welcomed me to the conversation. I stood at the end of their table, smiled as best I could and began an experiment.

“I would like to give one of you my house. It will cost you no money and I will pay all of the expenses and taxes for as long as you live there. Anyone interested?” They looked at each other in astonishment. “Why would you do something like that?” asked a young man, “There isn’t anything for free in this world.” They began to laugh at me, as they did not realize this man had just made my point. “I am serious, I will give you my house for free, no money what so ever. Anyone interested?” In unison, a resounding “Hell Yeah” fills the room.

“Since there are too many of you, I will have to make a choice as to who receives this money-free bargain.” I noticed an elderly couple was paying attention to the spectacle unfolding before their eyes, the old man shaking his head in apparent disgust. “I tell you what; I will give it to the one of you most willing to obey my rules.” Again, they looked at one another, an expression of bewilderment on their faces. The perky young woman asked, “What are the rules?” I smiled and said, “I don’t know. I have not yet defined them. However, it is a free home that I offer you.” They giggled amongst themselves, the youngest of which said, “What an old coot. He must be crazy to give away his home. Go take your meds, old man.” I smiled and leaned into the table a bit further. “I am serious, this is a legitimate offer.” They gaped at me for a moment.

“I’ll take it you old fool. Where are the keys?” boasted the youngest among them. “Then I presume you accept ALL of my terms then?” I asked.. The elderly couple seemed amused and entertained as they watched from the privacy of their table. “Oh hell yeah! Where do I sign up?” I took a napkin and wrote, “I give this man my home, without the burden of financial obligation, so long as he accepts and abides by the terms that I shall set forth upon consummation of this transaction.” I signed it and handed it to the young man who eagerly scratched out his signature. “Where are the keys to my new house?” he asked in a mocking tone of voice. All eyes were upon us as I stepped back from the table, pulling the keys from pocket and dangling them before the excited new homeowner.
“Now that we have entered into this binding contract, witnessed by all of your friends, I have decided upon the conditions you are obligated to adhere from this point forward. You may only live in the house for one hour a day. You will not use anything inside of the home. You will obey me without question or resistance. I expect complete loyalty and admiration for this gift I bestow upon you. You will accept my commands and wishes with enthusiasm, no matter the nature. Your morals and principles shall be as mine. You will vote as I do, think as I do and do it with blind faith. These are my terms. Here are your keys.” I reached the keys forward and the young man looked at me dumbfounded.

“Are you out of your mind? Who would ever agree to those ridiculous terms?” the young man appeared irritated. “You did when you signed this contract before reading it, understanding it and with the full knowledge that I would provide my conditions only after you committed to the agreement.” Was all I said. The elderly man chuckled as his wife tried to restrain him. I was looking at a now silenced and bewildered group of people. “You can shove that stupid deal up you’re a** old man, I want no part of it” exclaimed the now infuriated young man. “You have committed to the contract, as witnessed by all of your friends; you cannot get out of the deal unless I agree to it. I do not intend to let you free now that I have you ensnared. I am the power you agreed to. I am the one you blindly and without thought chose to enslave yourself to. In short, I am your Master.” At this, the table of celebrating individuals became a unified group against the unfairness of the deal.

After a few moments of unrepeatable comments and slurs, I revealed my true intent. “What I did to you is what this administration and congress did to you with the health care legislation. I easily suckered you in and then revealed the real cost of the bargain. Your folly was in the belief that you can have something you did not earn; that you are entitled to that which you did not earn; that you willingly allowed someone else to think for you. Your failure to research, study and inform yourself permitted reason to escape you. You have entered into a trap from which you cannot flee. Your only chance of freedom is if your new Master gives it to you. A freedom that is given can also be taken away; therefore, it is not freedom.” With that, I tore up the napkin and placed it before the astonished young man. “This is the nature of your new health care legislation.”

I turned away to leave these few in thought and contemplation and was surprised by applause. The elderly gentleman, who was clearly entertained, shook my hand enthusiastically and said, “Thank you Sir, these kids don’t understand Liberty these days.” He refused to allow me to pay my bill as he said, “You earned this one, it is an honor to pickup the tab.” I shook his hand in thanks, leaving the restaurant somewhat humbled, and sensing a glimmer of hope for my beloved country.

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