Dr. Barry's Snake Oil

The depths of the damage being done by Barry The Pretender and his misinformed notion of the commonweal is finally getting off the ground.

In 2011, there has been a 9% increase in the premiums for families' health care insurance.  In 2010, those premiums rose only 3%.  In real dollars, a family premium was a hefty $13,770 in 2010.  2011's price gouge is a whopping $15,073.

What has happened is that the insurers have increased their premium rates in anticipation of the profound negative influence Barry's Yankee Nation Health Care will affect them.  When that system becomes fully operational, any new premium increase greater than 10% will have to be "justified" to the Yankee Overseers.  That's why the health care insurers are jacking things up now.

While the Yankee Nation economy is tanking and the health care industry is adjusting in panic, Barry The Pretender is stumping across the Yankee Nation trying to convince the citizenry that his snake oil tastes really great.  Maybe he'll find a few gaggles of fools here and there who'll believe him.

Why some bold Yankee Nation Congressman has not brought charges against Barry for his high crime of abject incompetence is something I'm hard-pressed to understand.  His trial in the Senate would probably result in acquittal anyway.

Deo Vindice

The Yankee Nation

Some of my readers have asked me why I insist on referring to the "Yankee Nation" instead of the United States.  It is a fair question.

The short answer, as many already know, is that the federal association of States - as we now exist - are no longer united in any meaningful sense.  There are far more instances of separation of purpose, values and political philosophy among us than existed under the Constitution when it was written.  There are even more differences between our present condition than the unity that existed under the Articles of Confederation.

But there is more.

From the outset, the States found differences among themselves.  Current Revisionist historians would like us to believe that the chief difference between the North and the Southern States was the "Peculiar Institution".  Certainly, there were Northern people who owned slaves as did Southrons.  The chief differences, however, were ones of pride versus humility.

Locked as they were into a seemingly self-perpetuating cycle of supposed intellectual superiority,  people of the North (especially the "scholarly class") supposed that very little enlightenment existed outside of  New England.  The system of higher education of the North, constructed by Puritans and Congregationalists, tended to rely upon the proofs of circular logic to legitimize their high opinions of their thoughts.  Later, this dynamic was also morphed into an East/West dichotomy.  (When your blogger graduated from a well-known school in Virginia and was headed to Arizona, the faculty was horrified.  "Agent Nowhere Man", they said, "you know, of course, that the synapses don't fire as well West of the Mississippi ... don't you?")

The pride among the Yankees is as brutal as it is demeaning to their supposed inferiors.  Because we enjoy life at a different pace, because we speak English more closely accented as it is in England, because our choices in food tend to be more basic and because our existence is more aligned with the soil than it is with political thought we are judged by Yankees to be less-than-equal to them.

When the Brig. Gen. Stand Waite, CSA - a Cheokee - heard of General lee's surrender on 9 April 1865, he was truly amazed.  Both Lee and Waite (worlds apart in social experience) were both men of the soil.  Finally, Gen. Waite surrendered at Doaksville, Indian Territory two months later.  Lee moved on from Richmond to the presidency of Washington College; Waite moved into financial disintegration.  Both men, however, remained with the soil.  It was what they knew and it was who they were.

In the same month that Gen. Waite surrendered, Gen. Joseph Shelby, Texas Gov. Pendelton Murrah and others went to Mexico in search of new soil.  They never found it.  My own ancestors returned to the Tidewater area of Virginia and into the hands of Carpetbaggers - probably wishing that they could have gone to Mexico to make a go of the Colonia Carlota.

"And for a Carpetbagger, I do not give a damn.
So it's forward to the frontier, soon as I can go.
I'll fix me up a weapon and start for Mexico."

The Carpetbagger was the second instance of Yankee Nation active aggression against the South.  The first (the War to Prevent Southern Independence) was characterized by active force of arms against us.  The Carpetbag Aggression was simply backed by the threat of force of arms.  Officially, Yankee Nation Carpetbagging ended in 1877; unofficially, it has been going on ever since then.

They have moved in among us.  We have sent our children to be educated in their universities.  Worst of all, we have hired many of them to teach in our universities to teach our future leaders and Statesmen.  Because this dynamic has been going on for more than three-quarters of a century, many Southrons have fallen prey to belief in large portions of the Yankee myth.  Insidiously, elements of that myth have crept into the belief system of many of our Southern "leaders".  The current Governor of North Carolina comes to mind.  The Yankee myth was bad enough when it simply stayed in the North.  Now, however, they're telling it to us on our own soil.

The myth that they tell themselves about us is that we are backwards, less educated and more "religious" than they are.  That, they believe, cements our status as being less-than-equal to them in all respects.  It is their belief and that belief is their religion.  The average Yankee worships his sad belief just as surely as we worship the Holy Trinity and they have spent decade after decade in their attempt to convince us of its veracity.

My contemporary, Old Rebel, has recently posted a link to Valerie Protopapas' open letter to a famous Yankee Nation protagonist, Bill O'Reilly.  O'Reilly is a True Believer in all myths of the Yankee Nation.  He is an ardent proponent of The Yankee Nation sending Yankee Nation troops on foreign military escapades.  In the company with other Yankee Nation apologists (Sean Hannity, Mark Levin, Rush Limbaugh, etc.), O'Reilly (and the others who have never served one day in the military) have no problem exposing young people to danger for all the wrong reasons.

O'Reilly, Limbaugh, et al, collectively and individually suffer from the deep delusion that Yankee Nation myths are solidly true.  Since they are such unquestioning True Believers, then they also believe all portions of the myth such as: Southrons are unalterably backwards and are in need of close supervision by our ethical and intellectual betters.  We cling, they believe, to a contorted understanding of the Constitution and must be protected from the potential fruits of our error.

We have grown weary of their protection and their arrogance; we yearn for freedom.

Deo Vindice

FBI's Cover-Up. Barry's Response? > Silence

Agent Brian Terry

Our friends at Habledash have reported something new in Border Patrol Agent Brian Terry's death last December.

As some of my readers may be aware, primary investigative jurisdiction for crimes against the persons of all Yankee Nation law enforcement officers lies with those lovable clowns at the FBI.  With their public faces painted in a very serious expression, Attorney General Holder's minions did, indeed investigate the murder scene.

What they found (for public consumption) was that Agent Terry was killed by weaponry purchased through BATFE's "Fast and Furious" debacle.  Those were "straw man purchases" made by shills at gun shops on our side of The Line with the express intention of delivering them to drogistas in the Land of Manana.

Now, it has been discovered by CBS News (will wonders never cease!) that a third "Fast and Furious" weapon was also involved.  Its existence, however, was covered-up by Holder's boys and girls of the FBI.

One may only guess as why the cover-up had been made.  Maybe the reasons will be brought to light someday and maybe they won't be.  One thing is certain though: the responsibility for implementation of and cover-up of Agent Terry's death is now a multi-departmental affair within Barry The Pretender's Yankee Nation administration.

Will this affair bring them to their long-deserved justice?  We wait .......

Deo Vindice

Barry The Pretender - In Texas?

What?  No shemagh?  If it's a hat, why isn't Barry wearing a white hat?

He's a very good pretender.  Pretender to the Yankee Throne, pretender to be the man-of-his-house, etc.  He's a good pretender.  Soon, he'll be pretending in Dallas.

Keep in mind that most large cities in Texas tend to be filled with those of a non-Constitutional bent.  Houston (our largest city) has a mayor who is both a Democrat and a very public lebian.  Dallas' mayor is equally liberal but without the overt sexual baggage.  Barry should be able to find a few folks there who won't mind shelling out large piles of jack just to get the chance to assure him that they love him.

Barry's other mission in Dallas (Slow Joe was there today ... he was just "dragging the bucket" and not making any public speeches) will be to tout his American Jobs Act.  Never mind that no Democrat has, yet, introduced it as proposed legislation.  Barry will put on another hat and, momentarily, try to convince people that he's something that he's not.  His act has worn very thin and even elements of the Black Congressional Caucus aren't buying it anymore.

Maybe, if we give him enough cookies, he'll just go away.

Deo Vindice

Barry: An Individual With A Disorder

Barry The Pretender, President of the Yankee Nation is a troubled man.  Narcissistic Personality disorder isn't anything funny; it's probably something he has struggled with most of his life.  Certainly, I'm not the first to suggest that he suffers from it.  It's fairly obviously that he does.

Barry's search for love and attention, most likely, began with his abandonment by his father and by his mother who sloughed him off to her parents.  Growing to maturity was something that never happened for Barry.  He seems to be emotionally stuck at an age when most children learn and accept their identities and receive love and affection for maturing in it.

As adults, suffers, such as Barry, have an inflated sense of self-importance and an inflated preoccupation with themselves.  It's always about them.  Always.  They have unreasonable expectations of favorable treatment and - especially for Barry - take advantage of other people in order to achieve their goals.

Who were the dupes?  Who were the people whose advantage was supplanted by The Pretender?  Generally, it was the 52% of the Electorate in the Yankee Nation who cast their votes for the clown.  It was those who were either too deluded or too enamored with skin color to discern the difference between the empty promises of a charlatan and those of a genuine statesman.  Specifically, the deluded were the vast number of Yankee Nation Blacks (96% - 97%) who voted to take four more years of voluntary servitude on the Democrat Plantation of the Yankee Nation.

Poor Barry.  Afflicted as he is, he has surrounded himself with fawning sycophants and with fellow sufferers from the same disorder who aspire to garner any crumbs of love which are the leftovers after Barry sweeps them from his table.  Each of them (and all of them as a group) are truly sad testimony to a nation whose grasp of its original social contract is failing.  Barry's silly charade as a leader was revealed after the abject failure of his First Great Stimulus Plan.  It collapsed altogether with his pathetic cry to raise the ceiling of the National Debt of the Yankee Nation.  (My own Congressman, Pete Olson, should resign in shame because of his vote for Barry's plea).

The emperor, flummoxed as he is, stands defiantly naked and has recently asked crowds to: "If you love me, pass this this bill!" (his further attempt to enforce his will through cheap manipulation).  He might as well have said: "If you love me, bake me a cookie".  That, after all, is what he really meant.

Deo Vindice

Move Over, George Jones

Many across the South are aware that Texas is experiencing the worst drought in many years.  Because of the drought, our potential for wildfires is very high.  Numerous wildfires have been burning around the State for some time.  Many of them are in Bastrop County (about 30 miles South of Austin).

The Aggie pulled-off his campaign activities for a few days and was supposed to go to Bastrop today.  He never showed up.  When contacted, one of his aides remarked: "He's in Austin".

Could it be that Carney didn't actually tell The Aggie that he had to be in Bastrop.  It's as good of an excuse as any.  Beaumont's country singer, George Jones, is known in the business as "No-Show Jones".  Could The Aggie steal it from him?

Deo Vindice

Know What Texans Know

"You can spend about five minutes on the governor’s official website confirming that Rick Perry is yet another big-government, corporate-welfare lover from the Republican side of the Republican/Democrat regime, whose policies are fundamentally no different from the Clinton/Bush/Obama policies of years past."

The above quote was not written by wild, Progressive liberal Democrats.  It appeared last week in the Wall Street Journal.

The question, "is The Aggie a big government RINO?",  is not really being asked within the Yankee Nation.  I know more than a few Tea Party people who are all ready to start giving slobbery kisses to the new "savior of the Cause".  "He shoots coyotes with his little .380ACP while jogging. doesn't he?'  "He talks tough about The Border, doesn't he?"  "He's from the South, isn't he?"  It seems to me as if many "Conservatives" are treating The Aggie in the same manner as Progressives treated Barry The Pretender.

The RINO question has, however, been asked and answered here in Texas.

Not long ago, The Aggie attempted a monumental land grab that was named the Trans Texas Corridor. It was a scheme to take a lot of private land by imminent domain and turn it into a super highway that would run from Mexico up to the Oklahoma border.  Texans fumed at the idea and The Aggie couldn't figure out the reason why.  After all, he had just been pushing the idea that his handlers had told him to push.

Is The Aggie even a little more desirable than Barry The Pretender when it comes to being the Chief Executive of the Yankee Nation?  Of course he is.  But you need to know what he is.  After all, The Aggie is only as Constitutionally-aligned as is his closest advisor.

Deo Vindice

Meet The Aggie's Chief Advisor

David M. "Dave" Carney is the uber-strategist for The Aggie. He has been associated with him since '03 or '04.

Officially, Dave Carney operates Norway Hill Associates which is a political consulting firm that specializes in being first among equals.  He is the chief individual (suggested in the post immediately below this one) on The Aggie's staff who knows how to run things other than tractors and combines.

Carney is a equal opportunity brain-behind-the-scenes operator.  It seems as if back when it was Kerry vs. Bush 43, Carney worked to get Ralph Nader on the ballot in New Hampshire.  He achieved his goal and Kerry's people were "squealing like pigs".

It is certain that much of what comes out of The Aggie's mouth has been planted there by this individual.  The rest that comes out of The Aggie's mouth is just the simple, soulful goodness of our wonderful Texas Aggies.

Deo Vindice

Would I Vote For Him?

Why are there no cold drinks in College Station, Texas?
The Aggies forgot the recipe for ice.

The few readers of this blog have probably been wondering: "If Agent Nowhere Man is continually exposing the downside of The Aggie (J. "Rick" Perry), does that mean he'd vote for Barry The Pretender?"

No, it doesn't.  Given the demonstrated results of Barry's tenure in the Yankee Nation's highest office, given Barry's ideological bent and given Barry's childish mean-spiritedness, I'd vote for an amoeba before I'd vote for Barry.

The Aggie is what he is - an Aggie (they've been the butt of Texans' jokes for over a century).  The Agricultural and Mechanical University of Texas does produce the world's best horse doctors, the world's best farmers and the world's best handymen.  If I wanted someone to build a house for me, I'd choose an Aggie over any of his competition.  When it comes down to me, I'm neutral.  I went to St. Mary's University in San Antonio (among the Roman Catholic colleges in Texas, there are numerous jokes about St. Mary's ... "it's the Harvard of Mexico", etc. etc.)

Aggie jokes were made possible by the snobbery of the graduates of the University of Texas at Austin (who have always fancied themselves as being intellectually superior to other mortals).  The jokes are fun and most Aggies I know laugh just as hard at them as anyone else.

The Aggie (here, I intend Perry) is a good and decent man who knows how to surround himself with people who know how to run things other than tractors and combines.  He's done a good job of doing that.  True, he used to be a Democrat - but at least he was smart enough to change sides after he figured out who the real loonies are.  I come from a long line of Southern Democrats.  My Daddy was a Democrat.  Why?  Because Lincoln was a Republican.

Yes, I'd vote for The Aggie to be the next Chief Executive of the Yankee Nation.  However - I'd rather vote for Texas' secession from the Yankee Nation.

How do you recognize an Aggie in a department store?
He's the one trying to slam the revolving door.

Deo Vindice

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