Them Low Down Pipeline Blues

Barry The Pretender's stellar cast of synchophants has done it again.  The first assault upon Southern economy was the illegal moratorium on exploration and drilling in the Gulf of Mexico.  Texas, Louisiana and Mississippi drilling industries have suffered greatly because of it.

Now, Barry's State Department has given the o.k. for a 1,711 mile pipeline that would carry oil drilled in Canada to refineries in the Houston area.  The Keystone XL pipeline would open in 2013 (well after Barry is ejected from his position as Pretender to the Yankee Throne).

Canadians, no doubt, are elated over the prospect of having a new market for their oil.  The effrontery was continued by the State Department by suggesting that this move will produce many new jobs (in Canada) and reduce Yankee Nation dependency upon Middle Eastern oil.

If creating Canadian jobs were really a high priority, Barry could just have well sent them enough foreign aid to build a couple of new Labatt's breweries.  If reducing dependence upon Middle eastern oil were a real concern for him, Barry could just go ahead and lift the Moratorium.

All of last week, people protesting this rank insult to Texas and to the Gulf Coast South have been demonstrating in front of the White House.  So far, 376 of them have been arrested.

All right.  I get it.  Barry doesn't like Texas and he doesn't understand Texans.  But what he is doing is also going to affect two other southern States.  Maybe Bobby Jindal and Haley Barbour are now on his "list" of the governors of States that he'd rather see economically destroyed.

Deo Vindice

How Kinky Can One Become?

"These days, of course, I would support Charlie Sheen over Obama.  Obama has done for the economy what pantyhose have done for foreplay". - Kinky Friedman

Those are Kinky's own words.  For those of you who don't know who he is, Kinky ran for Governor against Rick Perry in '06.  He lost monumentally (4% of the vote).  Before his political involvement, Kinky has been known in Texas as an author and the front man for the band: Kinky Friedman and the Texas Jewboys.

The article (clickable above) has Kinky coming-out for The Aggie as the Republican nominee.  We Texans know that the Kinkster is a Democrat - kind of after the fashion of Harry Truman.  For him to endorse The Aggie has required the swallowing of quite a bit of crow.

Friedman's chief support in Texas came from the rural areas (everyone liked his "Five Mexican Generals" plan).  It appears as if Barry The Pretender is so ... so other that even Democrats such as Kinky are bailing.  The American South has quite a few like Friedman (I am presenting him because he's the one I know).  Watch for more of the same from various Southrons who will be backing The Aggie to be the next President of The Yankee Nation.  But remember: The Aggie is a Democrat in RINO clothing.

Deo Vindice

My Evil .218 Bee

An article today in the Texas Tribune caught my attention.  It seems as if the the clowns of the Bureau of Alcohol Tobacco Firearms and Explosives (BATFE) have un-Constitutionally placed a new requirement upon Yankee Nation firearms licensees in Texas, New Mexico, Arizona and California.

Any sale of two or more long arms greater than .22 rinfire caliber and with a detachable magazine (the article calls it a "clip") to one individual within a five day period must be reported to BATFE for their "analysis".  A San Antonio dealer, 10-Ring Precision, has filed suit against the Yankee agency.

Please note that this dictate goes far beyond the normal Evil Black Rifle Fear.  It includes anything that is larger than a .22 rimfire.

Enough is enough.

Deo Vindice

The Best Texas Singer-Songwriter ... Ever!

Townes VanZandt, 1944 to 1997 was the guy who wrote "Pancho and Lefty" and numerous other pieces.  Most of his adult life was spent singing in dive bars and sleeping in cheap motel rooms.  I first saw him in a cheap honky tonk in Harlingen, TX.

Jerry

Ski Bum, Yankee Cop, The Scotsman, Mingo and Actor sat together in chairs lined-up against a windowed room in the Yuma Sector headquarters of the Border Patrol.  They were pre-Academy trainees.  A P.I. who was a training officer had placed them there several hours previously.  When he did so, he forgot to mention that Trainees were lower than dirt; that no one of any account would even speak to them unless it was absolutely necessary.

Periodically, a grizzled officer with grey hair walked through the room not even appearing to glance at the Trainees.  He passed through several times and then only secretaries peeked around the corner at them.  No one asked them if they were thirsty  Time dragged on.

The Trainees began to talk among themselves about where they came from.  Yankee Cop had just come from a small police force in upstate New York.  the Scotsman had just gotten out of the Army, Mingo out of the Navy and Actor out of the Marine Corps.  Ski Bum was wearing Jesus sandals and shorts (it was August in Yuma); he had just come from the Ski Patrol in Squaw Valley.

Finally, the grizzled grey-headed officer returned.  His eyes had the set of a drill instructor and his facial skin had the color and texture of a fifty year-old saddle that had been used daily and had never seen a can of saddle soap.  He had round, circular pewter-colored eagles on his shoulders. Yankee Cop on the far end of the line was audibly hyper ventilating.  The veteran officer stopped in front of Ski Bum and stared at him with complete disdain.

"Boy", the old P.I. began, didn't your Mamma ever buy any long britches?  Where are you from?"  (None of them knew that he already knew everything about each one of them)

"California", Ski Bum met his stare.

"It figures ... damn Hippie!"  Then he sidestepped over to Actor.

"You must be Captain Actor.  How do you like it, now that you're actually going to have to work for a living? Do you think the fact that you were an officer in the Marine Corps means anything to me?"

Actor met his stare as had Ski Bum.  "That'd be a Mustang officer, Sir.  You see, I was enlisted before ....."

The old P.I. cut him off,  "I know what a Mustang is Captain Actor!  You and these other slobs can just stand by to stand by".  Then he left as unceremoniously as he had arrived.

Later that day, the Trainees discovered that the old P.I. was Jerry, the officer in charge of the Yuma Station.

Farther on  that afternoon, the Training Officer came to collect the Trainees for a manual labor detail of building drags.  He asked them if they had met Jerry.  Ski Bum and Actor explained their short conversations to him and he became positively slack-jawed.

"He talked to you?  He actually talked to you?  He never talks to Trainees.  He hardly even talks to me!  Jerry was a Sergeant in the 5th Marines at the Chosin Resevoir.  After Korea, he joined the Border Patrol and worked his way to to what he is now.  He's one tough S.O.B. - and he talked to you.  You are truly a lucky bunch of Trainees".

Later, much later, Jerry and Actor actually became friends.  He did the same with The Scotsman

The Old Patrol Lives - - - Someplace

When Actor Entered On Duty with the Border Patrol, the badge worn by the officers didn't look like the one on the left.  If you look closely at it, you'll see that, then, the Patrol was part of the Department of Labor.  By the time Actor came along, the Patrol was part of the Department of Justice.  Now, it is part of the nonsensical Department of Homeland Security.

The most striking aspect of the Old Patrol was the title carried by its officers: "Patrol Inspector".  Actor was commissioned as a "Patrol Agent".  Naturally, there is a legalese difference between an Inspector and an Agent but that difference was never known or realized by the men who rode the river or who cut sign along The Line.  It was the same job with a different title.

Some of the men in Actor's class at the Academy were assigned to El Paso and some were assigned to San Diego.  Others were assigned to Nogales, Tucson, Marfa and to Alpine.  Actor, along with the six others who were assigned to Yuma were to learn that, for some in the Patrol, the job was literally the same as it had always been.  The officers in Yuma had been "Agents" for at least ten years by the time Actor arrived there ... but no one referred to himself as such.  Everyone in Yuma in the mid 1970's was still a "P.I.".

At first, it didn't make much sense to Actor as to why such was the case.  Finally, at last, he realized the truth. The P.I.'s in Yuma called themselves by the old title out of sheer reverence for those who had gone before.  It was their connection to the old-timers as well as connecting the old-timers to themselves.  Much as the Sons of Confederate Veterans carry The Charge of their ancestors, the P.I.'s who initiated Actor, the Ski Bum, Yankee Cop and others into their midst ensured that none of our predecessors or their ways of doing the job would be forgotten.

One of Actor's post-Academy instructors was Mundo.  Mundo was born in Nogales and had observed the ways of the Old Patrol long before he became a part of it.

One night, Mundo and Actor were in a government-issued Ramcharger following sign along the Yuma Main Canal bank.  The sign was headed toward the railroad yards and its owners were certain to jump the Southern Pacific train that was to head Westbound to Los Angeles in a short time.  Mundo told Actor to move faster.  Actor did.

In a short time, six Tonks appeared in the headlights; casually ambling toward the Box Factory (which was very close to the yards).  Mundo told Actor to get out and make the apprehension.  Again, Actor did as he was told while Mundo followed close behind.

All the Tonks except one stopped for Actor and sat down in front of the Ramcharger's headlights.  The other trotted briskly toward Mundo.  The last words Actor heard the Tonk say to Mundo was: "Pinche Cabron ...voy a ......"  He never finished his sentence.  The flat of Mundo's hand clapped the Tonk's left ear with enough force to knock him to the ground.  The sound it made was kind of like a fair-sized limb cracking.

Mundo looked at the then-sniveling Tonk and said: "Si tu vas a partarse como animal, voy a tratarte como animal."  (He used the familiar form in Spanish - the kind used when speaking to children or to animals).

Mundo then looked at Actor: "They don't teach you this at the Academy, Actor.  This is the way the lawmen in Mexico deal with aggression; if we don't do it, the Tonks loose respect for us and become emboldened.  They'll act-out even worse during their next encounter with us.  Look at it as saving a life - one of ours."

Actor learned that night; probably just as much as the Tonk did.  Years later, when Actor retired due to gunshot wounds, Mundo handed him a plaque from all the hands at Yuma Sector.  The plaque read: "Actor: Always a Yuma P.I."  It didn't take a plaque for Actor to know that he was a P.I.; he had known for a long time that he was one of them.  After his probation had ended, Actor and Mundo had developed a friendship that only equals can share.

The Agents of today can only go to the Old Patrol in their dreams but, who knows, maybe some of them might have made decent Patrol Inspectors.

Deo Vindice

Bersin: Barry's Stooge

Alan Bersin, born and raised in New York and Harvard-educated was appointed as Commissioner of Customs and Border Protection by Barry The Pretender.

Experience?  He speaks Spanish and worked under Butch Reno during the Clinton era.  This week, Bersin decided to fight back against any and all critics of Barry's success (or lack of it) in managing the rising influx of Tonks.  He declared that "the Border is more secure than ever".  Really?

According to a recent article in the Tucson Citizen, any statistics Bersin may be using to support his case are bogus when compared with reality.  If crime is down in Nogales it simply means that the smugglers have set-up their operations on federally-owned land such as the Coronado National Forest.  If crime is down in Del Rio, there are more drop houses and safe houses in Houston and San Antonio.

If I was still wearing a green uniform, I'd be seriously considering resigning from the Border Patrol and hiring-on with a reputable outfit such as the Texas Department of Public Safety.

Deo Vindice

It's Ass-Kissin' Time for The Aggie

The Aggie (James "Rick" Perry) has been caught on the horns of a very bad dilemma.  Why should a guy who makes only $150,000 a year be so unfortunate?   The Sons of Confederate Veterans want personalized automobile license plates - sorta like the one on the left.  The National Association for the Advancement of Colored People do not want such plates available in Texas.

Normally, a commotion such as this would not affect a Governor of Texas.  This one does.  You see, eight members of the Texas Department of Motor Vehicles Board took a vote on whether or not to issue the plates.  Normally, there are nine members on the Board.  One of them had the poor timing to die before the vote.  Oh, I forgot to report the result of the vote: 4 to 4.

Members of the Board are appointed by the Governor.  Both the SCV and the NAACP are strongly urging The Aggie to appoint a new, replacement, Board member.  Each side hopes that The Aggie, who has now burst upon the Empire-wide scene of the perverted Yankee Nation, will appoint a Board member who will vote their desired way.

Normally, political correctness would not play into a Texas Governor's selection process in this matter.  Now, however, The Aggie has designs on the office of POTYN (see previous post for translation).  Whose fundo will he kiss?

Deo Vindice

I Was Wrong!

Q: How can you tell an Aggie is on location at a drilling rig?
A: He's the one throwing bread to the helicopters.


I was wrong.

In earlier posts, it was my counsel to please let us keep The Aggie here in Texas.  It was for purely selfish reasons.  You see, should The Aggie be elected POTYN (that's "Yankee Nation" for the uninitiated), my fear was that the more-Liberal-than-Perry Lieutenant Governor would ascend to the throne in Austin.  It now appears that our Lt. Governor wants to be the newest Yankee Nation Senator from Texas (when Kay Bailey Hutchison retires).

Dang!  (it's a Texanism; please git over it)  A University of Texas poll showed him to be in the lead of others who want her job.  Dang!  Dang!  His opponents are a professional politician, a talk show host and a Tea Party guy.  This probably means that y'all will be getting another Liberal Republican as a Yankee Nation Senator.  But where does that leave us?

Should The Aggie be nominated and loose, no sweat.  We'll keep him here as our Governor so y'all won't be able to curse us for sending you another George W. Bush.  Like Bush, Perry spent time in the Air Force.  Neither one has had any combat experience and, therefore, no personal aversion to sending citizens of the Yankee Nation to fight in silly, useless wars.  Believe me, if Perry's intellectual betters (any of his advisers) told him that a troop commitment was necessary, the 2nd Marine Division would be mounting-out at New Bern the very next day.

Then there's the whole illegal alien consideration.  James Fulford over at V Dare has explained it fairly well.  You get The Aggie as POTYN and you'll get a whole new load of Tonks.  It isn't so much as The Aggie would actually recruit them (as would a Progressive) or look the other way as did W.  On the contrary, The Aggie's history here in Texas with Tonks is that he says what his handlers tell him to say, but he is clueless as to how to place his words into any sort of productive action.

There is another selfish reason that I didn't want y'all to take Perry as the next POTYN: we Texans have had enough fun poked at us during W's tenure to last a long, long time.  We're tired of being portrayed as stupid, bumbling people who end sentences with prepositions.  If we gave you an Aggie to be POTYN, that's exactly what you'd get.  The whacked-out Progressives as well as the blue blood Republicans would make life miserable for us; at least until we called it quits with this "United" thing.

But ... maybe there's a time for everything (Ecclesiastes 3:1).  Barry The Pretender was the first Half-Black POTYN; maybe there is a season for the first Aggie POTYN.

Q: How did the Aggie break his leg while raking leaves?
A; He fell out of the tree.

Youthful Supporters of Barry

A band of Milwaukee Supporters of Barry (mostly thugs) decided to make the Crackers pay - for being white.

It seems as if they decided to roam the Wisconsin State Fair grounds last week and beat the ooh-wah-diddy out of random White folks.  The numbers of Barry's friends doing this were estimated variously between 30-40 all the way up to 300.

They roamed the interior parts of the Fair and assaulted people by knocking them down, beating them and kicking them once they wee down.

There were 7 police officers injured and 2 where hospitalized due to injuries sustained while ejecting the Obama voters from the Fair area.

As far as the civilians were concerned, the size of each group of miscreants executing "payback-for-being White" was such as to warrant a "disparity of force" defense to any Fair attendee who was fortunate enough to have a Concealed Handgun License. None did.  You see, Gov. Scott Walker just signed a CHL bill into law on 8 July.  It won't go into effect until November.

Maybe Wisconsin should postpone their State Fair until the first week in December.

Deo Vindice

The Hogan's Goat Paradigm

Hogan's Goat was so irredeemably screwed-up that it was not understandable how a creature that far-gone could continue living.  That, I imagine, is the genteel way of describing the phrase I first heard (as a Candidate) uttered by a Sergeant Instructor in the Marine Corps Officer's Candidate School.

As a life form, Hogan's Goat breathed and even walked like other goats did.  He tried hard to do "goat things", but he was never successful at it.  It wasn't really his fault that he wasn't a good goat because something had happened to him that had made him substandard among his species.

The metaphorical buggery accomplished upon Hogan's Goat has, in the real world,  gradually penetrated the Yankee Nation.  Reasonable minds may differ upon the exact date that such constitutional rape began, but what they can agree upon is that it has happened.  The Yankee Nation has become a caricature of itself.  It has, as Leviathan, become so bloated with rolls of useless fat (which fold in upon each other) that it can barely move toward its true North which is the Constitution.

Tea Party people become mightily frustrated that their Republicans have not managed to persuade the regular Republicans to defy Barry The Pretender's insidious plans.  This is because the Yankee Nation can no longer bring itself to move in a necessary direction.  It has forgotten how.  Instead, as does a slug, it moves along a path of least resistance.  There are too few people (Yankee Nation-wide) to make it happen any other way.  That is why Hogan's Goat has left the barnyard and taken on a new definition of itself: a political one.

The nation that has become unable to do even the most simple things necessary to ensure it's survival has taken on what your correspondent terms the "Hogan's Goat Paradigm".  Such has been the fate of the United States.  As we all know, when the paradigm shifts, all rules revert to zero.  That is why secession is a serious consideration at this point.

Deo Vindice

The "Deal" of 7/31/11

Why is anyone smiling about Barry's announcement last night?  The Republicans have sold their birthright down the river.  It'll be interesting to see how many of the "new" Republicans in the House have knuckled-under and will vote for this mess.


For the short term, Barry & Company seem to profit greatly.

No real cuts whatsoever. Baseline budgeting still in place, the 2013 budget will be bigger than 2012, the 2014 bigger than 2013, etc. Even adjusted for inflation, the Yankee Government will continue to grow at a rapid pace.

The "cuts", fraudulent though they are, aren't even real anyway - and not binding either. A 2013 timeline for actual changes means nothing, since the next Congress is not bound by what this one does, regardless of promises of "commissions" and "triggers".

Deo Vindice