Tuesday, June 19, 2018
Isn't it interesting how the press and public organizers currently focus upon celebrity suicides, but few apparently care a scintilla about the slow and predetermined intellectual suicide of a country happening right before our eyes? Anybody truly caught up in the spider web of leftist compassion for "the children," believing this agenda is pure, plays a fool's game.
Compassion, either legitimate or phony, blindly driven by the thirst for political power is a very dangerous thing. Yes, we're referencing the border which separates and protects the United States from a majority of the world's human misery, evils, detritus and invading numbers that won't stop coming unless we enforce our laws.
Unfortunately, speaking of national suicide, religious organizations of several faiths believe it their duty to overwhelm national borders with the world's masses -- and converting all of this into obscene amounts of money for their own coffers along the way. Who pays? We pay.
Donald Trump, on the way to possibly becoming one of our greatest Presidents (sorry, but I'm not alone in that opinion), is our last and best chance to protect the border and kick out a hell of a lot of people who have no business being here AND CERTAINLY DESERVE NO COMPASSION FOR SUBJECTING THEIR CHILDREN TO THE HAZARDOUS JOURNEY NORTH.
Trump's "America first" policy may not bode well for the "blame America first" cult on the left, and we would hope his administration will hold firm on the immigration issue -- though we harbor fears about Speaker Ryan and his colleagues who are pushing an absolutely dreadful bill pretty much mirroring the "Gang of Eight" attempts from last time.
We condemn the Pope, Pelosi, moron celebs and others crying their eyes out and blaming the government for the inescapable fact that the "poor children" are here because their families brought or sent them here. We don't care about the reasons, we care about the laws. That AG Jeff Sessions has announced that domestic violence will no longer be an option for entry into the U.S. is logical: That is to say, if a woman from some Central American crap hole arrives at our border with four children in tow and demands admission because a pit bull ripped her arm off, why would this be any less of a reason than if her husband beat her? We cannot and never should have embraced the world's domestic problems.
And speaking of Central America, isn't it generally accepted that "refugees" must be taken in by the first country they reach -- which would be Mexico? So how is it that Mexico helps their journey along to the USA? Refugees, illegal aliens, undocumented border crossers -- I say tomAto, you say toMAto, let's call the whole thing off. Oh, if life were indeed song lyrics.
We now have all sorts of information hidden during the disgusting Obama years demonstrating how statistics were fudged and actions kept out of public view when it came to depositing illegal "children" (criminals, too) all over the country, and the particular shame of it all is that the Obama bunch are not in prison for a litany of illegalities and enshrouded maneuvers. Sadly, too many young people poised to vote do not understand that the left is the crazed beast and its basic makeup is not up for change, no matter what its inner circle says.
AT THE VERY LEAST, Congress could solve in one day the pathetic issue of "anchor babies," whose mothers strive to give birth in the USA so their children can become instant citizens and thereby open the door for the whole mother-freaking trash family to enter the country and help suck the welfare cow dry, courtesy of stupid American taxpayers and members of Congress who allow this travesty to continue and grow out of control. By the way, how's that Social Security account doing these days, abused as it is by a cascade of folks who should have no access to it? Get rid of anchor babies now!
So where is my sympathy for the global masses? I guess at the same place where it might have been even before various societies became aware of the existence of other peoples -- blissfully absent. Frankly, I expressed my ultimate compassion during four Air Force years working in a medical capacity as the Vietnam years rolled forth, helping care for thousands of patients, so I don't mind saying that I'm darned nearly fresh out of tears for the border-invading rest of the world. Hey President Trump, hey House, hey Senate -- just roll through these unresolved thousands of "claims" for permanent residency in the U.S. and kick what appears overwhelmingly to be either the dregs of the planet or baby machines with little in their heads except the will to reproduce an excess of more unfortunate poverty-stricken beings out of our country.
Incidentally -- anybody remember those folks waiting at the gates for years who applied for citizenship via the legal process in the first place? The "Invasion First" policy demonstrated by criminals accompanied by safety valves called children is hardly a good way to make America great again.
Which means, if you don't want your babies and older kids subjected to U.S. laws, don't bring or send them here in the first place. The families, not our laws, are the absolutely dirt bag perpetrators here, helped along in no small way by the Mexican government which looks the other way as the transit of unending hundreds of thousands continued over the decades.
The U.S. political left wants no part of any of this because they need new voters, new dues-paying union employees whose campaign contributions fill their coffers and people eternally grateful to the Democrats for making the mean old conservatives with national values go away. To that end, the left will jeopardize all of us and always has.
Unfortunately, new polls suggest millennials have no problems embracing socialism, even though most have no idea what socialism is. We'll make it simple: Socialism is what leftist conduct leads to, and the Democrat elite are leftists -- their ranks infested as never before with radical players who would like nothing better than to mold a country whose finest parts will, as always happens, degenerate into a country like Venezuela. The misplaced yet hard-sought image of Utopia will forever remain in the fiction books.
The Fabulous Four: Google, Amazon, Facebook and Twitter, according to an investigation conducted by The Daily Caller (June 6), are assisted by the Southern Poverty Law Center in determining what entities are "hate groups." Amazon is particularly singled out for pretending to be unbiased while simultaneously giving the SPLC "the most direct authority" to identify hate groups. The SPLC, affirms the investigation, has a history of inaccuracies, so this appears a marriage made in hell for sure, in our opinion. Because the Center has a strange and questionable habit of listing conservative organizations as hate groups, the issue here is hardly minimal in scope.
Get out the Crayons! Reuters (June 12) reports that the Freedom Party of veteran Dutch anti-Islam politician Geert Wilders will hold a cartoon competition depicting Mohammad later this year. Because violence always seems to be invoked when these contests occur, we can only hope that cartoon images of Mohammad really take the cake! We're not sure about this, of course, but once we've seen cartoons of Mohammad depicted with a bomb in his turban (as in years past), that pretty much says it all. Wilders himself desires to ban the Koran, stating that Islam is a totalitarian faith with tolerance for no other religion and no desire for freedom of speech. Hmm -- a religion which believes in throwing gay people to their death from roofs and stoning women to death has no tolerance?
Welcome to the United States Space Force: This is an idea whose time had come years ago, and we applaud Trump for publicly endorsing the concept and forging ahead, as he explained that we must have "dominance in space." While many insist, correctly by the way, that future skirmishes and wars will significantly involve access to clean water, it's no secret that China, Russia and lesser up-and-coming space race players harboring less than friendly intent toward competitors constitute a growing threat to neighboring satellites and other devices sharing deep space. A USSF, unquestionably, is another ultra-expensive asset we can't afford, but nor can we sign a national death warrant by ignoring the deadly obvious possibilities which lurk increasingly in space (such as satellite killers and lasers equipped to devastate entire cities) -- and this time we aren't talking about alien invaders from Tau this or Zeta that. As a side note, we're curious to see if a whole new standard regarding military rank, uniforms and uniform insignias emerge from this forward-looking plan, once it takes off into the wild no-longer-necessarily-blue yonder.
Monday, June 11, 2018
What a great time to be a Democrat if you're mentally disturbed. You can join with a progressively evolving party, act out in the most outrageous ways and make no sense at all except to those who are just like you -- and, be highly revered by the scattered similarly-minded throngs. Is it any wonder the party attracts both the strangest and most dangerous disciples as radical folk continue to stake their claim, displacing both "blue dog" Democrats and the nominally normal? From colleges whose leftist students demand classes free of white students to members of Congress who condemn everything Trump does simply because he isn't one of them, we see those on the left displaying "true colors" which have nothing to do with race. An epidemic of crazy lurks among us.
As news of big lib celebrity suicides drenched news sources last week, we were also captivated by an article in The Hill (May 31) noting a disturbing increase in suicides by health care workers. By this week, NY's Sen. Charles Schumer called for additional funding to somehow prevent suicides. To the senator we might suggest that both Democrats and Republicans, but particularly Democrats, have spent decades regulating, excessively taxing and in general complicating people's lives. Add personal stress and/or hopeless political philosophy to this impossible mix of lives controlled excessively, and what do you get?
As for health care workers, we understand about the sacrifice, compassion, frequent helplessness and thankless efforts involved -- and if anybody thinks the remnants of Obamacare (new laborious regs, paperwork, extra computer chores, etc.) aren't a component of workers taking their lives, I think they are wrong.
Are those on the left going so nuts under Trump's leadership that a contagious self-internal explosion of the mind is the result? To listen to script word repeater/mouther and director-directed performer and apparent authority on Donald Trump, Robert De Niro, who takes off on Trump at every opportunity, we would suggest it's a good bet. What will these folks do when Trump's re-elected? Will smoke blast out of their ears?
Good news? Austria is taking the upper hand to kick out radical imams and close down mosques, though perhaps some actions are a tad extreme. Still, it's more than we're doing in the United States, thanks to various restrictions. We doubt the founders of the country ever envisioned tolerating a religion concerned with killing fellow citizens who won't submit to its gibberish, and we're kinda certain that a bastardized version of the Catholic religion requiring animal sacrifice might be looked down upon as well.
Blogger surprise: We who blog with Blogger received a peculiarly cryptic little pop-up from Google regarding -- what? I think it refers mostly to censorship via the European Union, now that everybody's worried about the flavor of the day called hate speech. The text wasn't all that helpful, but I think it comes down to a warning of sorts about what will be allowed to be seen in other countries. I guess. So what font am I supposed to use for my "F" word declarations now?
Twitter's CEO says he is sorry for eating at and enjoying Chick-Fil-A: Seems fellow libs were upset because the business traditionally does not accept gay marriage due to its owners' religious beliefs, and they struck out at the Twitter guy who, like most libs, seems to have shaken like jelly instead of holding his ground. Believe me, you gay married people, when you start getting divorced expensively and you each have to share half the family cat, you'll thank Chick-Fil-A for having tried to warn you off.
Thanks Eric Holder -- for telling the DOJ basically to defy the President, apparently even if doing so is unconstitutional. Ah yes, that's the Holder we all remember. Just like those old fast and furious times.
Meantime, Wynton Marsalis, Pulitzer Prize and Grammy-winning jazz trumpeter
let loose with some unkind things about the "black community" he inhabits. The best: That rap and hip-hop music are "more damaging than a statue of Robert E. Lee." We couldn't have said it better -- and being white, we probably couldn't have said it safely in public at all :):)
Monday, June 4, 2018
A Cicada Sonata
by Robert Barrow
PHOTO UPDATE - JUNE 8 2018: I finally pulled the camera out and started taking photos of these fascinating critters. By today, the song of the males' mating call drenches the air in all directions as cicadas invade and occupy the trees, the grass, the fences and anything else they can claim for short-term housing. I'll include a picture below, and should mention that cicadas measure about two inches or so in length. In a few more days they'll disappear as quickly as they arrived -- like any good momentary phenomenon worth its weight in the universe. - rb
At first, days leading to the end of May seemed uneventful, so mundane in their rural and semi-rural silence in the Northeastern U.S. But then, as if members of some extraterrestrial orchestra had just landed and exited a spaceship, each playing some strange musical instrument in unison, peculiar sounds reached a heightened crescendo by the hour, then by the day. Mere mortals might have detected two distinct wavering tones as the unyielding alien song filled the air, bathing areas just south of my location with a special sonic presentation.
Indeed, no children alive and native to the area today, exposed to this widespread din appearing to come from some forgotten science fiction movie, would know they were hearing a virtual symphony -- a symphony of insects. A mating call bolstered by numbers and volume.
Starting the lawn tractor for the fourth time in May, I proceeded along a familiar path, poised to mow down grass and weeds whose roots harbored no intentions of slowing growth so early in the season. Yet, something was different visually, and as I looked back at the house and then returned my attention to the grass I saw them, red eyes betraying the critters' mysterious identity as 17-year cicadas, clinging to grass, weeds, trees and the house itself. Both the cicadas and individual opaque shells from which they emerged covered the same areas, attached indiscriminately to anything capable of hosting their ostensible stick-on qualities.
As if somehow mandatory in a personal sense, I turned off the tractor and sat pensively in the yard, attempting to recall something of which I had promised to remind myself last time the 17-year crew conducted a brief takeover of the land.
Oh, yes. Seventeen years ago I made a mental note to remind myself that the next time I encounter these strange little bugs I'll be turning 70. So here I am. Hmm. Maybe the digit known as seven really is lucky, for both cicadas and people.
But there's that other little mental note I filed away 17 years ago. The summer of 2018 would also mark 50 years since I left for Air Force basic training, having already been subjected to the Vietnam military draft's pre-induction physical exam and wanting no part of it. Like thousands of other young men and parents throughout the country, we feared everything and understood little of those times, and if enduring a four-year enlistment over two years of extremely wild uncertainty was the best option short of running off to Canada, that's what I would choose.
Enlistment quotas, obviously, were pretty much filled up with other young "draft evaders" whose destiny was clear, but after being rejected by various branches of the armed services, quenched by a surge of enlistees, I squeaked by and entered the Air Force.
Good thing, too, because my parents opened the mailbox not one week after I departed for basic training and were greeted with orders for the draft to spirit me away at once.
So yes, there were self-important reasons why I made a mental note to myself 17 years ago, just on the verge of summer's official return as the cicadas' song overwhelmed life's complacency. So much we commit to memory, and so much we try to forget as time endows us with gifts of events both pleasant and harsh.
And now I must decide, I thought. Shall I make another mental note to stake out past remembrances, once the offspring of this particular variety of cicada emerge in the year 2035 and remind me to remember again? Beyond that, will I even be alive then, when the outrageously unthinkable age of 87 confronts me?
If still living in 2035, will I still be as "sharp" as that insidious tack I've heard so much about all my life, whenever one's age enters the conversation, or will I be drooling on my bed sheets in a nursing facility, blissfully unaware that out there, somewhere near or far, the inevitable cicada sonata has returned to perform once again among an audience intrigued with song and red-eyed costumes designed like no other?
Make the mental notation, I subsequently urged myself, lest the very universal space which abhors a vacuum might deny my thoughts a future altogether. But for now? Back to springtime mowing, when nothing resists the urge to grow.
(Permission to quote or reproduce in total is granted, including the visual, provided you credit me at least by name, though I would also appreciate a brief note regarding the when, where and who if possible.)
Wednesday, May 30, 2018
Come on, let's play the Roseanne tweet game, our version: What do you get when you cross "Fahrenheit 451" with Joseph Goebbels?
On Monday, Memorial Day, ABC-TV was all over the theme of those who served, praising military men and women for sacrificing their lives and keeping us safe. Maybe we're wrong, but we'll assume this profound heap of thanks also included some appreciation for the rights we enjoy uniquely as Americans, all of them pretty much set in stone.
Now flash forward to Tuesday, when Roseanne Barr -- no way a political conservative, incidentally -- tweeted something unkind, considered racist by many, and suddenly her ABC show was canceled, instantly putting both Roseanne and her fellow actors and crew into instant unemployment.
Then the Pod People Express breezed in, and all current and past Roseanne shows were taken off the air at Hulu and other entities, and even her agent quit. Funny how we increasingly emulate the old Soviet Union, quickly wiping away that which is until scarcely a memory remains.
By the way, we really should add that we thought Planet of the Apes (the original) was a good movie, and we might also mention that all decent people should absolutely hate the Muslim Brotherhood, considered a terror group in Egypt. Speaking of Islam, how about that radicalized fellow in Belgium who killed police officers also valued as good mothers this weekend? Anything for Allah, we suppose?
As far as the rest of the stuff Roseanne tweeted about a former Obama staffer goes, well, we really don't care, unless criminal investigations are involved -- though we wonder how this burnt offering would have gone down had Roseanne picked on anybody but a charter member, a senior advisor, of Obama, Inc. A slam against Trump's world likely would have elicited virtually no attention from the nanny division at ABC/Disney.
But the point here is that nobody has a right NOT TO BE offended in this country, and, yes, yes, YES -- military personnel by the hundreds of thousands fought and died in order to preserve the rights we've come to expect and to cherish, and that very much from the get-go includes the First Amendment and the privilege of saying pretty much what one wants to say. So one should lose their career over words?
On Tuesday ABC-TV trounced that right and violated every honor it bestows upon departed service people, and they did it simply by giving Roseanne the heave-ho based upon words. Words. Freedom of. . .well, you know. If free speech can be defined as hate speech with consequences, we're all in very, very serious trouble (example: check out colleges and universities populated by snowflake students), and ABC just exemplified the horrors in store for those who allow our precious freedoms to escape into the sort of darkness ABC perpetrated this week.
TV networks teeming with progressives are nobody's friends. Further, they simply don't get it. A good share of voting Americans are beyond enraged at the absolutely inept, "zero tolerance" decisions handed out routinely by this bunch, a gaggle of supposedly (in their minds, anyway) intelligent folk, frequently brain-fed with elite educations by institutions imparting fantasy. A clue: They still can't understand why Hillary isn't President today (hint: terrible candidate).
ABC (also owners of Disney), we suspect Walt Disney would be turning over in his grave, though his opinion of Roseanne might be up for grabs. Of course, Walt could turn over in his grave, but he wouldn't dare speak words contrary to ABC's "values," would he?
Two questions for ABC executives: Exactly what do you folks really think of military members who sacrificed so you could rake in the dollars and enjoy your families in relative safety every day? And do you turn on the patriotic word machine only because they're deceased and photo ops at cemeteries make your network appear compassionate to AMERICAN values, or is there any substance there at all?
Break out the tissues (but keep shooting): If one breaks into a store, one may become gunshot-horizontal courtesy of the owner. Should strangers enter and occupy a home without permission in the middle of the night, enjoying satellite TV and free food as the owner sleeps, to be rewarded with an armed confrontation by said owner would not seem out of the question.
An Arizona border patrol agent shoots and kills a woman, age 20, from Guatemala and the mainstream media go nuts, automatically tending toward the side of the criminal immigrant, because the border patrol is The Problem to the MM.
First, she wasn't transported to the U.S. border on a magic carpet. She needed to get past the southern Mexican border to make her way north. Second, she wasn't alone. Third, either the group accompanying her attacked with "blunt" objects or merely (?) "rushed" the border agents.
Fourth, her family back in Guatemala, a country long branded with the terms, illiterate, poverty-stricken and politically unstable, proclaimed proudly that she wanted to have a "better life" in the USA, where she expected to get a good job.
Of course, OF COURSE nobody in the media counters this with the truth -- a job for an illegal often takes away a job which should rightly be filled by an American worker.
Oh, and we have laws. Remember laws? The sold-out mainstream press doesn't care, entwined as they are with the very worst of the Democrat fringe.
Funny, too, isn't it, that groups rushing the border generally include an absence of Ph.D. or master's degree candidates? If they harbor dreams of making America great again via their own efforts, why do they not bring the best of the best from their miserable countries? The answer is obvious.
So the stalwart hate-America-first mainstream media jumps upon this story with all the compassion, tears and bleeding hearts it can muster from its well-worn progressive grab bag, making every word count in order to tighten the screws on overworked and vastly under-appreciated border patrol personnel. We suspect that media executives temporarily made border control folk for a couple of weeks might be singing a different tune if their lives were put in danger every day.
Then there's the "immigration attorney" group, and wow, didn't they pick some goodies to interview, as they did everything but pee in their undies to emphasize what a tragedy this killing was. Tragedy for whom? The family, certainly, but I must confess, I'm not really spending a lot of time going about my day with tear-stained cheeks over a border invader.
Even Central America's collective nations of illiterates (why are we thinking MS-13?) looking for a "better life" as United States invaders surely know by now that we have laws and border-jumping is a criminal offense -- but these criminals continue not to care.
In that, I and they share some common ground: They don't care if they violate our laws, and I don't care if they condemn their bodies to ammo-induced air-conditioning as they invade our country. Gender and age are of no consequence. Sorry faithful, sorry "immigration attorneys."
Seems to me, considering the state of things, that one of the greatest honors in the country is to be placed on the Southern Poverty Law Center's hate list. How does one sign up?
Yes, the whole world wants to come here, even the part that wants our population dead, and indeed much of the world has already wandered on in against our laws -- but humans are among the easiest creatures on the planet to produce, and if we aren't careful, offspring of "the family of man" will keep coming until no crisis can be averted. It's not just criminality, it's numbers. Big numbers. Big, big illiterate numbers equipped mostly to wage crime, collect welfare, hook up and reproduce to multiply hell on earth. Not precisely what the nation's founders had in mind.
Starbucks temporarily saves patrons money as 8,000 stores close down for an afternoon, teaching privilege for some, submission for others: Look, anything, ANYTHING involving Sharpton and Holder isn't anything a human being should be exposed to, given a choice. Unfortunately, Tuesday's "racial bias" classes were described as only the first step in god knows what future hell Starbucks and its willing race-champion accomplices have in mind. We suggest that what Starbucks should have done is to close down for the afternoon and, instead of this solve-nothing bull crap almost guaranteed to do little but bolster hostility, invite its patrons to come in and discuss among themselves why they insist upon spending outrageous sums of money at the stores rather than brewing their own coffee at home.
Regrettably, it won't be Starbucks executives who will need to clean up after mentally ill folk pop on in to poop in the sinks and generally filth-up restrooms now that everybody's welcome to hang out. But, hey, it's all about d-i-v-e-r-s-i-t-y, another word for backwards discrimination and the application of muzzles, human-style. We're sure that even ACLU communists are pleased as punch at this turn of events, as they sip their brews at Starbucks, carefully watching to make sure everything goes as planned. Welcome to another nail in the coffin.
Tuesday, May 22, 2018
Face it. When you're a teenage boy looking to impress a girl, your friends, perceived enemies or strangers who already fear you, gun metal reflects in the sunlight as a pretty hot, sexy thing, almost like gold. A gem of status.
Guns have always been with us in this country, a society which never would have survived or held on to a particle of freedom without their potentially terrible but necessary qualities. You don't think George Washington possessed, cherished and used a gun at age 13, when boys, men and women acutely knew the difference between being firearm-safe and firearm-stupid?
This weekend I gave a gun-toting friend a book gift, a used volume I found in a bookstore, entitled, Guns of the Old West. Published in the mid-nineties using plates from the original 1960 edition, the volume was prepared as a special edition for National Rifle Association members. Apparently, these books were big doings for the NRA some 25 years ago, for the book was bound in pigskin and page edges decorated in gold leaf. The publication itself was replete with illustrations and descriptions of many a firearm which built and ruled the Old West. a history we cannot and should not deny.
Yes, of course guns have a dark side, otherwise they wouldn't serve two sides of the constantly throbbing coin of life.
When I was a kid riding the school bus one morning, so long ago, I noticed the absence of a particular boy my age. Later that day, we classmates learned he had engaged in an argument with his father, a public utility company executive, and shot his dad dead. Obviously, we never saw the boy again.
Years later, when I served in the Air Force, an airman whose family resided in Georgia near our base went off to visit an uncle one weekend, engaged in a vicious disagreement and the uncle shot him dead, shotgun style.
Wow, talk about keeping it all in the family. . .
But that was then, and now we experience a steady diet of school, college and other institutional shootings caused pretty much by young people hosting no familial relationship with their victims.
Which reminds me -- with the latest school shootings in Texas, we see that young instant TV personality and constitutional authority David Hogg has once again taken to his hamster wheel of commentary, exercising off even more words of whatever wisdom might be anticipated from a 17-year-old.
But what's up with these contemporary young folk, primarily boys with guns? It's not the Russians or the Chinese killing American school students, it's Americans killing Americans, and that's a little difficult to comprehend in the larger sense. Kids murdering kids and teachers, children and adults blown away in seconds by the juvenile psycho of the day. A little child shall bleed them?
We suspect these horror stories are not all that enigmatic. Extreme actions perpetrated by "nice," "quiet," "sweet" boys either on the spur of the moment or as a result of rigorous planning substantially reflect a don't-give-a-damn society built over a few decades. For one thing, the tendency, an almost desirable trend toward single parent families, or relationships where one parenting partner goes all but missing seems to have produced offspring with no concept of values or rules. The border between right and wrong is never established, particularly when a big-screen TV or super-violent video game placed in front of an impressionable youth can distort or add mind-numbing visions 24 / 7.
At the very least we wish Hollywood's denizens, currently so outspoken about gun carnage, would acknowledge it's their very industry whose employees can't work diligently enough to outmaneuver one another in producing the most violent -- and violently appealing -- motion pictures intended to satisfy -- or is that to entertain? -- minds both young and old which have grown to crave the hit.
We also wonder about the womb and chemical exposures, influences which affect miniature brains slowly growing in the assumed safety of embryonic fluid and nutrients passed from environment to mother to fetus (oh, I know, I'm destined for hell because I did not use the term, baby. . .). Our lives are increasingly awash in artificial chemicals adjusting us to artificial lives, and sometimes we think the only solution will be that damned killer asteroid waiting for us somewhere just beyond the horizon.
Generations of people, young and old, possessed firearms with few behavioral problems, but most of them were solidly grounded in some vestige of organized structure, be it family, religion or even military protocol. Today, all of these categories have gone bonkers and even the people we look to for answers have few answers.
But drugs, oh baby, we have drugs for everything, and we consult "mental health professionals" by the butt-load, they just itching to explain and help and treat and anesthetize and analyze and suggest and charge people and governments big dollars for all of it.
A gun case used to be a place to store a firearm, now it's a shooter's mental situation. Maybe a mind goes crazy when there's nothing to believe in anymore, or at least that's the premise. However, perhaps it's an instance of so goes the society, so go the youth. Are these mass-homicidal events evidence of a bitter societal end, or will somebody or something come to the rescue until occasions more destructive materialize?
Like it or not, bullets and gunpowder comprise a substantial amount of the mortar which established the USA's foundation. That a disturbing number of young people have commandeered traditional bullet train etiquette coldly and with insidious calculation begets a whole series of questions which may never be answered, but if answered, never solved. We are humans. We are the most incredibly devious entities temporarily anchored to the planet. Good luck with that.
What TV news barely reported about this week: When your televised advertising revenue depends tremendously upon a treasure chest of commercials touting class action lawsuits against mesothelioma, the bad product of the week or some injury acquired by somebody's sister's grandmother's aunt's nephew's dog, you're not about to give this goldmine up willingly. Unfortunately for TV stations throughout the land, this week the U.S. Supreme Court effectively, except where unions are involved, ruled that individuals are not required to take part in class action lawsuits -- which, as we all know, enhance attorneys outrageously while individuals usually get a few cents or dollars in return. We aren't attorney material, but as we understand this five-to-four court ruling, businesses and corporations can now breathe easier in the knowledge that class action lawsuits will no longer be initiated at, literally, the drop of a hat where a handful of people get together and concoct a lawsuit almost guaranteed to ruin a business and, at the very least, cause it to raise consumer prices substantially to recoup the hundreds of thousands or millions of dollars unscrupulous lawyers have drained from their bank accounts. In other words, frivolous lawsuits conducted by attorneys and law firms no better than thieves and thugs are suddenly in more jeopardy than ever, and that's a very, very good thing for America and we who, one way or another, pay for their "legal" robberies.
Obviously, TV ad executives watching the bottom line will probably faint dead away, because a significant source of income may need to kiss TV screens goodbye, or so we believe. As for those progressively liberal lawyers out there, claiming to be do-gooders with no ulterior motives -- looks as though it's back to chasing ambulances and handling bitter divorce cases, or running for public office in hopes of gaining revenge against us all.
Annoyances that won't go away: Hillary Clinton, the eternal electoral victim, is still out there speaking, though a lot of Democrats wish she would simply go away. Then there are the Obamas and their deal to produce "documentaries" and "features" for Netflix. We can hardly imagine how history will be distorted and enhanced to make the Obamas look like George and Martha Washington basking on a pleasant beach peppered with Marxist sand castles and associates of a similar mindset. If class action lawyer commercials aren't enough to make the innocent turn off the TV, this might just do it.