I've been thinking about this Duck. This may sound a little warped to some of you but if you stop a minute and think about the duck that looks like a duck, swims like a duck and flies like a duck, you may remember that everybody said:" It's A Duck". That's the one I'm talking about.
Trying to connect the dots between winning the war on terror and a duck may be difficult to do but if you think about the duck in terms of political correctness, you'll have to agree with me that the duck survived but the pig didn't.
It's my opinion that somewhere along the line, the pig became an animal that was described as Swine, a dirty animal. Before all that happened, a breakfast that contained bacon and eggs was as American as apple pie. Maybe more. I've had bacon and eggs way more times than I've had apple pie. As a matter of fact, I've had more ham sammiches than apple pie.
I've come to the conclusion that folks who don't like bacon and eggs just need to shut up and realize that they are not in the majority. Unfortunately, they seem to feel more comfortable with killing you if you don't agree with that.
Stop a second and think about God being taken out of the schools and court houses. How did that happen? I've heard all kinds of theories about that but I've concluded that political correctness is behind it all. There's more evidence of that than anything else.
Back in the day, it was One Nation Under God, In God We Trust, So Help Me God. They even have a song "God Bless America". It's everywhere through out our history. FDR, on the day he declared war against the Japanese Empire, said that we would win through to victory: "So Help Us, God".
They say that Politics, Sex and Religion are 3 ways to start an argument. I'm not saying that you have to go to church or anything else about what you HAVE to do. I was raised in a church, attended Catholic schools for 10 years before I went to a public school and my money says "In God We Trust". It's on the back of a 100 dollar bill I have in my wallet. I just checked it out.
It seems to me that those who refuse to believe that we are One Nation Under God, should not be paid with money that says In God We Trust. Those who don't think we are a Christian Nation either don't know anything about our history or they want God to go the way of the pig. Apparently, they don't know anything about the DUCK. He survived it but they attacked the pig anyway.
In my mind, at some point in time, political correctness raised it's ugly head and gave everybody a peek at it's "hold card", when they refused to call Immigration by it's proper name which has now become: "Invasion". Don't believe that? Remember hearing about "Blitzkrieg". That happened during a time where the duck was still a duck but the pig was already being called a dirty animal. We stayed with the duck and won the war.
I'm going to give you a little tip on how to maintain your course during the war on terror. Get that sticky note, write "REMEMBER THE DUCK" on the front of it, then stick it on your refrigerator door.
When you do that, you may want to consider putting God back in the courthouse and public schools and deport everybody that raises hell about it. Did you get the connection between "God in the courthouse and "raises hell about it?". That's a hint for you. Everything seemed to be pretty good until they did that. IF the saying: "Don't fix it if it ain't broke" makes any sense at all, then "IF it's broke, fix it" should make some sense to people who have sense. If you don't think it's broke, go somewhere else.
To close this, let me say that "Remember the Duck" is kinda like a secret password or something like that. When everybody remembers the duck, we will be well on our way to saving the pig and rooting out the problems we now have.
Saturday, June 21, 2014
Friday, June 13, 2014
Remembering wierd stuff.
Over the past 5 years, I've paid more attention to my brain than I have at any other time in my life. To me, it's pretty easy to understand how anyone that had brain surgery, to remove a malignant tumor the size of a golf ball, would want to do that.
The fact that they had to remove part of my right temporal lobe has also influenced those thoughts but the bottom line is this; I've had so many conversations with friends and family about it that I've almost become enamored with the thoughts of the things that are still in my head.
I remember going to South Texas in 2007 and ending up on a cattle ranch to check a friend's herd. Buzzards had been attacking the new born calves and the owner was bound and determined to shoot every one of them on sight. As one of the new born calves was still being licked by his momma, the buzzards were circling. Everybody picked up their rifles and prepared to shoot as they landed.
As is true with a lot of real serious shooters, bets were made. When all the smack talk was over, Chance steadied his rifle on the hood of a pick up truck and claimed that he was about to shoot the head off the first one that landed. To me, because of the distance, it was an impossible shot but he was so confident that he could make it, Vic, Justin and Troy decided to let him shoot first.
The buzzard landed and when he stopped briefly, to determine his best approach to attack the calf, Chance took his shot and the buzzard's head exploded. At that point, as the buzzard was still flopping around on the ground, the crowd went wild. I don't remember who said it but when the shot was made and the buzzard's head blew up somebody said: "When the shit hits the fan, I'm coming to your house".
At that point in time, there began much discussion about the political campaign that was underway and the thoughts about immigration that was having such a large impact on Texas. Despite my error in predicting the outcome of the election, the guys wanted to know my thoughts about immigration, the eventual effects of it, the number of terrorists that came with that and how we would deal with it if the authorities didn't.
Even though we had already experienced the attack on the World Trade Center, other attempts to attack us had not yet been made. There were some additional plots that had been foiled through good intelligence reports and some fine work by our security snoops. Plots to blow up the Sears Tower and other places were made known to the public and this group of Texans didn't like the sound of any of it.
They asked my thoughts on the matter and I told them to begin reading and learning as much as they could about the history of terrorists. I had already done my fair share of study and knew as much or more than the every day guy on the street and I was more than glad to share stories of Genghis Khan, the Ottoman Empire and the never ending hatred of the Jews by Muslims and the Hitler loving Nazi Party as well as the hatred of Christians by the Muslims.
I went on to explain the thing things that would happen IF we didn't do anything about it. It wasn't a crystal ball thing as all I had to do was recount the history of such things. Sure enough, 7 years later, here I am considering the accuracy of those predictions and how simple it was to outline them.
Having said that, I must give credit to the thought process I learned in the late 60's when a master tactician told me repeatedly to "Pay Attention To Detail". Thanks Bernie. I did that and having done so, I know what's coming and what we will have to do to undo it. I'm feeling pretty good about all that and especially good that I can use humor to explain how I managed to pull that off with half a brain. I told the Chief of Staff for Neuro surgery that I bought a $200.00 brain implant from Sam's when I was on the way to Houston for the brain surgery and, having them install it after they removed part of mine, I was smarter now than then.
To all my buddies in Texas and elsewhere, let me say, get ready. Don't worry, you won't need a hunting license .
The fact that they had to remove part of my right temporal lobe has also influenced those thoughts but the bottom line is this; I've had so many conversations with friends and family about it that I've almost become enamored with the thoughts of the things that are still in my head.
I remember going to South Texas in 2007 and ending up on a cattle ranch to check a friend's herd. Buzzards had been attacking the new born calves and the owner was bound and determined to shoot every one of them on sight. As one of the new born calves was still being licked by his momma, the buzzards were circling. Everybody picked up their rifles and prepared to shoot as they landed.
As is true with a lot of real serious shooters, bets were made. When all the smack talk was over, Chance steadied his rifle on the hood of a pick up truck and claimed that he was about to shoot the head off the first one that landed. To me, because of the distance, it was an impossible shot but he was so confident that he could make it, Vic, Justin and Troy decided to let him shoot first.
The buzzard landed and when he stopped briefly, to determine his best approach to attack the calf, Chance took his shot and the buzzard's head exploded. At that point, as the buzzard was still flopping around on the ground, the crowd went wild. I don't remember who said it but when the shot was made and the buzzard's head blew up somebody said: "When the shit hits the fan, I'm coming to your house".
At that point in time, there began much discussion about the political campaign that was underway and the thoughts about immigration that was having such a large impact on Texas. Despite my error in predicting the outcome of the election, the guys wanted to know my thoughts about immigration, the eventual effects of it, the number of terrorists that came with that and how we would deal with it if the authorities didn't.
Even though we had already experienced the attack on the World Trade Center, other attempts to attack us had not yet been made. There were some additional plots that had been foiled through good intelligence reports and some fine work by our security snoops. Plots to blow up the Sears Tower and other places were made known to the public and this group of Texans didn't like the sound of any of it.
They asked my thoughts on the matter and I told them to begin reading and learning as much as they could about the history of terrorists. I had already done my fair share of study and knew as much or more than the every day guy on the street and I was more than glad to share stories of Genghis Khan, the Ottoman Empire and the never ending hatred of the Jews by Muslims and the Hitler loving Nazi Party as well as the hatred of Christians by the Muslims.
I went on to explain the thing things that would happen IF we didn't do anything about it. It wasn't a crystal ball thing as all I had to do was recount the history of such things. Sure enough, 7 years later, here I am considering the accuracy of those predictions and how simple it was to outline them.
Having said that, I must give credit to the thought process I learned in the late 60's when a master tactician told me repeatedly to "Pay Attention To Detail". Thanks Bernie. I did that and having done so, I know what's coming and what we will have to do to undo it. I'm feeling pretty good about all that and especially good that I can use humor to explain how I managed to pull that off with half a brain. I told the Chief of Staff for Neuro surgery that I bought a $200.00 brain implant from Sam's when I was on the way to Houston for the brain surgery and, having them install it after they removed part of mine, I was smarter now than then.
To all my buddies in Texas and elsewhere, let me say, get ready. Don't worry, you won't need a hunting license .
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