Tuesday, September 2, 2014

The First Day of School OR Go to the Head IN the Class




Go To The Head  Of  In The Class


News Flash:  The Obama bunch has turned a blind eye to thousands of illegal strangers, extremists and criminals coming over the border, but insists that they attend our public schools -- and asking for their ages is forbidden, even as aliens obviously in their thirties and perhaps forties invade the classroom.  Want your 12 or 14-year-old daughter exposed to sexually promiscuous adults masquerading as children?  Or perhaps the worst nightmares begin here. . .

The dream. . .

It's a sixth grade classroom stuffed with American boys and girls, and a disturbing number of illegal aliens of questionable age. . .suddenly, three burley young men who could fit a description as members of any of several races jump to their feet, throw chairs against the door, forcibly pull a young boy from his desk, throw him to the floor and cut off his head with previously hidden cutlery as he screams, all the while shouting something about Allah.  The horrified teacher and her students freeze in the realization that political religious extremists – Islamofascists --  disguised as curious students with little knowledge of the English language have taken over the classroom with promises of death to all nonbelievers who dwell in the land of the Great Satan. . .


The amazing thing is that schoolteachers across the nation, though complaints have begun to trickle in, aren't collectively screaming to the heavens about the newly government-forced foreign invasion composition of their classrooms.  And what of the teachers' unions?  Don't teachers pay union dues with the expectation of receiving something in return?  Oh, silly me, I almost forgot --  the unions are too busy campaigning for more socialist Democrat **ck-ups who help keep the union finances and power flowing.  But somewhere in the dues mix, aren't those powerful unions supposed to protect their members, and maybe even the students?

Not at all surprisingly, socialist Democrats may have convinced the faux-clueless president to take no executive action regarding immigration "reform" until after the November elections, and if Tea Party sympathizers are smart they'll take full advantage of this typical socialist ploy to reveal amnesty-lovin' political candidates for the scummy critters they are. 

Meanwhile, public schools and the teaching of American values  have now become jeopardized as never before, and unless major changes occur to send a clear message during the November elections, we may as well sew a new  national flag displaying 50 stars and a banana to denote our new  republic  democracy.  Something that even the ghost of murderous racist monster Che Guevara would love (Better choose your T-shirt revolutionary heroes more carefully, kids. . .).

Love that cloud!  I've never made a secret of the fact that I'm no computer genius, and to me the whole "digital revolution" increasingly places us in more danger, and societal thought processes and daily abilities into more decline.  Okay, call me a moron, but then there's this: Celebrity nude photos hacked from the "cloud?"  Say it ain't so!  But, but. . .but isn't a cloud like something, some Wall Street-style vision way up in the sky, keeping either water or digital information and pixels safe from wandering eyes?  Didn't the gurus on TV commercials essentially promise that  The Cloud  was privacy incarnate for our deepest secrets? 

Um, I'm the moron?  Okay. . .

So let's see if I have this down:   Now, the FBI has to go on the hunt to prosecute those responsible for stealing online nude photos from Hollywood's Obama / socialist Democrat donors while the rest of the world goes to hell, in no small way because of   he  He to whom those donors donated?

The horse and the cart.   The president made some lame comment about not wishing to put the cart before the horse when dealing with ISIS (ISL to him).  I don't know, I've seen horses easily kick over carts placed behind them.  Perhaps in this instance the dilemma occurs when a horse's ass shows up in front of both the cart and the horse. 

The world.  Oh, to be a globe-hopping, credentialed American diplomat with free "reign" to piss off and help destroy international relationships like the president does, but additionally  I would insist upon portraying the United Nations as a flophouse for foreign thugs instead of kissing their butts.  Anybody thirsty for a nice big glass of phony global warming, that beverage just watered down a bit more with the revelation that the Arctic ice pack has again increased?

Which brings us to Australia, whose Australian Bureau of Meteorology was just caught manipulating temperature data to indicate global warming where there is none (per James Delingpole, Breitbart, August 25). When it comes to truth vs. big money and power, truth easily becomes a disposable commodity.

Raise the minimum wage?  There's a clear reason why some jobs are designated entry level, and if the federal government continues to interfere in what businesses have to pay employees, prices will go up for customers and soon there won't be customers -- and when businesses close, government bureaucrats will be the first to blame employers for the situation.  If there's any place where minimum wages should be dished out, it's the White House -- but I would opt not for paying, but for assessing fines.  Yeah, prison sentences, too.

That's all for now, time to shut down the computer, go outside with the umbrella, and hold out my hand to determine if I can feel any EMP effects raining down yet. . .

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Cheapened Funerals and Artificial Flowers









(Distasteful visuals borrowed from Web miscellany.  No, they aren't funny.)

So, they conducted funeral services for Michael Brown in Missouri yesterday.  At least one TV network reporter referred to him as Mike, as if he’d known him since birth.  All I really know is, his father was pleading yesterday and the day before for privacy as he and his wife prepared to bury their 18-year-old son.  Parents must fear this potential obligation every day of their lives.  You never know.

Of course, privacy wasn't in the cards.  If the media frenzy wasn't party-atmosphere enough, the list of some "dignitaries" attending this bon voyage, or make that a farewell, borders upon disturbing.

Sharpton spoke and wanted everybody to understand that he wasn’t preaching hatred, but the usual pot-stirrers attended nevertheless.  More disappointing was the absence of the shop owner who young Michael apparently strong-armed and robbed, who could have taken the podium to describe what a fine, upstanding young  thug  person the guy was.  One suspects that Michael Brown loved his family and his family he, but Brown's life on the streets obviously wasn't showing the same love.  He made a choice in the shop, and one might just conclude that it wasn’t his first diversion from the straight-and-narrow.  You are known by the crimes you keep, especially when they’re recorded in glorious video, and, as in weddings, video memories are forever.

The dignitaries.  A presidential cabinet member and three White House aides attended the services in order to. . .to. . .sorry, I forget, or maybe I didn't know in the first place -- why are they there?  To support the shop victim after his ordeal?  To award a posthumous meritorious strong-arming  medal to Michael Brown, and perhaps a good conduct medal to story-changing Brown cohort and police person-of-interest Dorian Johnson?  Hmm, no that's not it.  Well, no matter, Eric Holder had already visited Ferguson, a trip he had to make in order to. . .because. . .oh, I am so confused.

This may be a stretch, but I'm thinking the White House representatives attended just as practice, in case these folks ever get around to attending the funerals of military heroes and other Americans who actually contributed something to society other than bullying and stealing.  Strange that the White House apparently couldn’t bother to send any such delegation to the funeral of a (two star) major general gunned down in the Middle East a few days ago, a man who dedicated his whole life to protecting the United States.

But A.G. Eric Holder is the puzzler.  He, the co-architect of "Fast and Furious" gun-running in Mexico, allegedly resulting in the deaths of border personnel and numerous Mexican nationals, seemed so out of place last week in Missouri.  Six (?) shots from a police officer's weapon up against how many fired from Holder-approved, high-powered weaponry in Mexico?  Oopsie.
Anyway, who's counting, and if somebody was counting bullets using Common Core mathematics standards, counting wouldn't be finished until several more useless steps were implemented to reach a solution.  Yes, I've digressed. . .

Nevertheless, after professional rioters and communists raise their arms, cry and scream  Don't shoot!  at the funeral session, within view of news cameras, natch', everybody will rest up and re-focus their attention upon pillaging and cop-bashing, and again demands for police officer Darren Wilson's head will fill the streets.  To these folks, justice means their version of justice.  Could that be more in-your-face?

Trouble is, ya gotta treat street mobs and their one-track mind twit supporters like little children who become violently destructive if they can't get what they want, and man-oh-man do they want Officer Wilson -- and what you have to do is tell the thugs-R-us crowd that the official investigation will take weeks, maybe months, and then you hope and pray that once the real truth comes out -- which likely surfaced two minutes after officials first arrived at the death scene --  the irrational and politically motivated human detritus will have become more or less docile with the passage of time.  Good luck with that.  Moronic Missouri governor Nixon and the affable Holder have already used words that may be interpreted as condemning the police officer -- assuring that chaos will again prevail, should Officer Wilson be exonerated of all charges.  Oh, well, they might pin a minor charge or two on him just to  be  seem fair to the rabid crowds, but the fact is that nothing but nothing ticks off the take-to-the-streets bunch like cops declared even remotely innocent.

Statistics released a few days ago appear to demonstrate that black people killing other black people is the crime that skyrockets, and only a fraction of the total over several years have involved black people killed by police officers (and by white officers at that).  But the myth prevails and the myth-makers persist, and their podiums are as at-home at funerals as they are at street protests.

And -- what's this?  A whitish sort of youth killed by a not-whitish sort of cop in Utah or someplace a few days ago? Media?  Why would the media care?

Increasingly, we are ruled by lies over truth, and on this very day nobody realizes that more acutely than law enforcement personnel across the nation.  Society has honored and buried a young thug on this day, a menacing thug old enough to make certain choices, who somehow was painted as something akin to a war hero.  He is not a hero, he was a thug, and we can say that with clarity simply because of a store’s video and nothing beyond that.  In Air Force hospitals in the sixties and seventies I met many young men of all races who were heroes.  The Obama White House, except for a few occasions when handing out awards seemed politically expedient or required, wouldn’t recognize a hero if it bit them in the ass. The truth cannot be erased – except, of course, by leftist professors rewriting history for Common Core and other “education” programs intended for the continuing poisoning of young minds in America.

No, we don't yet know if Officer Wilson is guilty of a major crime, or well within his rights to save his own life by any means necessary, but one thing seems clear:  A society which confronts law enforcement controversy by rioting, looting, setting fires and committing other forms of mayhem at will may eventually get exactly the variety and quantity of cop they've invented in their minds -- a brutal enforcer who plays "dirty cop" because society has no other option, having chased away all the honorable officers who actually give a hoot about their well-being.  Beware, beware, beware.

G.I. Joe visits police departments across the nation:   Great, the faux-detached prez is re-evaluating the wisdom of allowing police departments to acquire surplus military weapons and other hardware, another offshoot of Ferguson, Missouri's incident.  While many fear this trend, and they may have had a good point just months ago -- now that we have been assured by our own government that well-funded, super-radicalized Islamic "sleeper cells" are here, the ability of every small and large law enforcement agency to obtain and maintain such equipment seems reasonable and essential. 

Speaking of  thugs and now radical Islamic thugs, hey England, how's that Muslim thing going for you?  Rappin'  (or not) Brit head choppers?  Winston Churchill must be spinning non-stop over what England has allowed to walk in and dominate its government.  Not that we aren't facing the same threat here in the states. . .

. . .because we have Obama and Hillary Clinton, whose joint efforts as president and former secretary of state, respectively, took the "Arab Spring" into their hands and helped mold the Middle East into its current chaotic entity.   Watch Hillary attempt to sprint out of this one as presidential election debates begin to surface.

By the way, when do we get to see those 27-28 (?) still-classified government report pages regarding 9/11, alleged to deeply implicate Saudi Arabia in the Twin Towers takedown?  After all, it was a congressman who brought this to our attention, he being familiar with the document himself and feeling a revelation essential to public understanding of the affair.

Why do I believe a new military draft hovers in the future?  Just a thought here, and it doesn’t concern terrorists per se.  As government officials  s-l-o-w-l-y  grasp the potential horrors of an enemy's EMP device, or EMP effects from our friend the Sun, it must be obvious that a military almost totally dependent upon digital equipment may well be defenseless except for mega-numbers of trained personnel willing and able to face threats the old-fashioned way.   Yes, that's going to hurt.  And remember, kids -- no fair escaping to Canada, as folks did during the Vietnam Era, when the draft said “hi” to my generation.  Canada and the U.S. have an agreement now, so you're screwed.  But (sigh. . .) I guess there's always Mexico. . .

R.I.P. journalist James Foley, executed by nothing more exceptional than one additional psychotic coward too brainwashed even to pee unless some radical mullah gives him permission.  Is it any wonder that pig farmers consider bedding their prized critters down in pages from the Koran, whilst the artistic beam at drawing funny pictures presumed Mohammad-esque on athletic center urinals?

Today's sports report:  Don't care, never will.  When teams start shooting human heads into baskets and kicking skulls for a goal, maybe then people who don't even know the names of their public representatives will raise an eyebrow.  Don’t get your hopes up.

Friday, August 22, 2014

Wingnut Theater: A Grumpy Old Man Responds



Dimitris Hatzopoulos is one of the good guys in UFO research, last time I checked, and his efforts and contributions deserve our appreciation.



Seems I'm a little late here, but he last updated his "Best UFO Resources" Web page section entitled  List of UFO Blogs -- RSS News Feed About UFOs  in April, 2012, and you can access it here:  http://www.hyper.net/ufo/blogs.html





To my  amazement  amusement, when one scrolls way down that page to my name and blog title (well, I just changed the subheading, but access remains the same), this is what we find:

 
Robert Barrow "not your grandfather's UFO blog" (warning: visit only if you can handle hateful wingnut rants; I could stand the rantings of a grumpy old man, but proposing that Israel should have dropped a bomb and sank the humanitarian aid ships to Gaza on 1-Jun-2010 was the last straw for me)


Wow!  Old, grumpy  and  a wingnut dropping hateful rants -- truly, I am blessed!

First, I would remind Mr. Hatzopoulos not to forget the UFO field specifically, which boasts not only dedicated and often impressively credentialed folk of best intentions, but also "wingnuts" aplenty who survive to the current day to stink up the whole subject with every action they take in the name of investigation and public information.  No, I will not mention names.

Second, the "disclosure" and UFO information many seem to expect from the Obama Administration, which pretty much fraudulently promised to provide the most open and accessible government ever, is the last thing which will ever come forth from this White House, and if my "rantings" about this lawless bunch / gang and national and international events in general make me a wingnut (and I realize each person holds close to their heart a certain preferred definition of this word), I'm guilty.

Those who read my main blog (the one depicted here), if I'm lucky, realize that many of my comments are tongue-in-cheek or satirical and not always what they seem, but of course there are occasions when I'm deadly serious.  Regarding the "humanitarian" Gaza boat lift -- as we now know with crystal clarity, Hamas is the primary beneficiary of such humanitarian efforts and, in fact, has taken millions of dollars of "humanitarian" aid and built elegant death tunnels to Israel and acquired pricey armaments instead of  putting funds into building schools, hospitals and a better life for the Palestinians whom they dominate -- and let's not forget that the Palestinians originally chose Hamas to be their security force.  Some security! 

Now, about that wingnut thingie, I think I'm being placed in some far-right political cage here, or maybe Dimitris has chained me to the world of crazy -- or both, I don't know.  At any rate, oh yeah, I am one hell of a grumpy old man, becoming grumpier with each passing day filled with complicit and lying government officials and (speaking domestically) a failed national leadership whose every maneuver brings us closer to war, misery and creeping "trophy wife" socialism.  Ergo, yes, these are the pitiable rantings of a grumpy old man, and may I take this grumpy opportunity to say,  Go, Israel, go!  Oh, and to paraphrase from the old military language -- go ahead and sink 'em if you got 'em.

(Lots o' love to you, Dimitris, and keep up the good work!)