Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Waiter, There's a Drone in My Soup / Dracula Politics

"It knows what scares you" was the catch phrase for the promotion of the (original) motion picture, "Poltergeist."   Who would have thought it more than appropriate as a motto for the Obama Administration?  Ever since assuming Office, this gang has done little but scare us into hysterics over legislation that absolutely, positively must be passed NOW, NOW, NOW.  But  what did we know?  I didn't realize that Obama's close friend Van Jones, brought into the White House early on, had a communist background (once word got around, he had to leave, but probably got a better deal as a sometimes-media-darling on major TV networks such as ABC).  Nor did I know who Cass Sunstein was, but I guess I should have because he was predominant in writing regulation after regulation to, I assume, embrace individual constitutional freedoms by altering their full implementation.  Thanks for that, and I expect a perfect carbon copy from his successor.  Then there's influential Obama pal Bill Ayers and his wife, each with a very interesting and, um, explosive background during the sixties which you can read all about on the Web.

I'm exceptionally suspicious of John Brennan's appointment as CIA chief, and why that is doesn't matter here.  What does matter is what came out of the Senate hearings regarding his selection -- Senator Rand Paul and his well-directed 13-hour  filibuster.

Sen. Paul's father, Ron Paul, has always voiced some good points, but some of his views (on defense, for instance) just send me running in another direction as fast as I can.  But his son may be another story again.  Senator Paul is a very much a constitutionalist, but I'm impressed by something else:  He's also an ophthalmologist.  A doctor -- not another freaking dime-a-dozen gasbag lawyer who lied and cheated his way into Congress.  Nor is he a community organizer, best I can tell.

Rand Paul absolutely hammered the Obama Admin  to pieces over the constitutionality of possibly using drones to kill American citizens in our own country, who oppose no immediate threat, and even after several minutes of intense questioning by Senator Ted Cruz (Texas), Attorney General Holder did not give a clear answer of agreement that such a measure is against our laws.   In fact, Cruz's session with Holder deserved more attention than it received, because those precious moments demonstrated a Holder who seemed to skirt the drone issue with vague responses until the very end, when he offered a one-word "no" response -- and his poor response obviously necessitated the brief letter generated on March 7 by Holder, immediately after his testimony, in which he offered an assurance that weaponized drones directed toward Americans here in the U.S. would be prohibited by the Constitution.

Meanwhile, we're all being watched to some degree.  The media would particularly glow in the sights of  misdirected or just plain bad people pretending or believing they possess non-existent rights to stalk and monitor.   This is beyond frightening.  Yes, it knows what scares you.

What scares me (at the moment)?  A Navy commander who states that global warming is our biggest threat.  Aren't there a few hostile nations on the globe that might be a tad more dangerous?  What scares me?  My Air Force awarding the Bronze Star to a USAF chaplain who helped bridge our military infidels to a better understanding of Islam.  Me, I'd be far more content if they would find a military chaplain who could free our soldiers from some nebulous obligation to kiss Muslim butt on the battlefield.  And off.  The Bronze Star and the Air Force of my enlistment days just got butt-wiped.  May I suggest prison for the perpetrators of this outrage who, as usual, bask as untouchables dwelling in high U.S. places?  Maybe the day will come.

The drone issue gives me an opportunity to get back to UFOs.   When a pilot reported a probable drone in the sky near his airliner a few days ago, I returned to a familiar question:  Will things ever change?  Fortunately, we still have NARCAP (see link) to assist pilots in reporting true UFO sightings.  Unfortunately, we still have airborne pilots out there who won't hesitate to report drones, bolides, weather conditions, bird hazards, troublesome passengers, near-collisions with errant aircraft and the like -- but won't, can't or dare not whisper a word about UFO encounters.  The unreported mountainous accumulation factor.  Not fear of flying, but fear of being thought incompetent and losing the right to fly.  Call 'em anything, but don't call them crazy or incompetent witnesses to Things That Just Can't Be.  Of course, the other aspect is the mainstream media, more than happy to headline a drone encounter for two days, but mention a UFO and that story disappears after instant "wow" value and the media return to warm puppy issues disguised as news.

The Michael Bloomberg Smack-Down Snack-Down by a New York judge over his bullying-through-legislation attempt to ban 32 oz. soft drinks was a beautiful thing to behold.  New York City's mayor, long accustomed to having his way with an amazingly gullible segment of NY City, who seem overwhelmingly poised to bend down and kiss this power-hungry buffoon's feet with every royal decree issued via his minions, currently appears about one-third his original size as he, disarmed by a member of the judiciary, responds with the only weapon he has left -- promises to appeal the ruling.  Bring forth a few more judges with brains, and maybe society's phenomenon of both older and up-and-coming tyrants will retreat.  Meanwhile, I'm reading about that 4,000 year old mummy examined via high-tech and found to have heart disease and narrowed arteries -- despite the absence of fast food or sodas during an ancient era.  Unless, of course, ancient astronauts brought gifts from an interstellar burger joint, poisoned the population with greasy gluttony, and then picked up all the wrappers before departing, so future civilizations could never retrieve evidence of  the horrible truth.  Maybe Mayor Bloomberg's true calling is in counseling mummies about diet, whilst leaving the living the heck alone. 

The world apparently thrives on rule by thugs, and Afghanistan's reprehensible leader Hamid Karzai fits the bill.  His latest statements roundly condemning the United States, while over 2,000 American military personnel have lost their lives over there while he wheels and deals for his own interests, are repugnant and enough to make one wonder why we don't pack up and get out of there tomorrow.  It's tragic enough for U.S. fighters not to know minute by minute who their friends are vs. who just pretends to be their friends before they shoot our people in the head.  I hope we're over there for good reasons of which we in the states remain unaware, because otherwise I just don't get it.

Which brings up the guilty vs. the innocent vs. being in the wrong place at the wrong time.  By now, federal prisons are populated by a number of servicemen found guilty of various actions while stationed in the Middle East.  Some of them appear to deserve another day in court, and we hope enough members of Congress are involved with looking into the crime and punishment route for young people exposed long and repeatedly to the Middle East madness that drove them to do things perhaps they shouldn't have done.  I wonder how often politics played a shameless role in their lengthy sentences -- or merely in their convictions.

WATERS OF THE ANCIENTS:  "New findings" on Mars scream the commentators.  Water, yes, ancient Mars frolicked with surface water, water so pure and clean that any humans happening upon the planet would have been able to drink it straight from the basin.  However, nobody's ready to say for sure that Mars accommodated any stage of life.  But water?  We were writing newspaper letters to the editor decades ago promising water on Mars, our moon and -- water, water everywhere.  And the best part -- my uneducated hydro-opinions didn't cost NASA or taxpayers a dime.  You're welcome.

OBAMA TAKES THE KIDS TO DINNER:  That must have been some dinner the prez invited  a gaggle of Republican senators to.  He:  Worried about his legacy if the economy goes south.  They:  He paid for the food, supposedly, why not show up for freebies? 

DRACULA POLITICS:  In the forties movie, "Son of Dracula," a young woman held captive under Dracula's (Lon Chaney, Jr.) spell, on the verge of becoming his wife, is summoned mysteriously to a nocturnal visit with an old psychic woman in a swamp shack who issues a stern warning:  "You will marry a corpse."  Yep, and she does, right after bat-Dracula swoops in to end the old woman's career as a gossiping busybody evermore.  Well, that reminded me of something like -- Republicans.  Oh yes, you guys are the corpse, dead in the water and sinking into depths of oblivion.  You're irrelevant and stocked with old blood, precariously in need of transfusion with younger corpuscles.  But what do you offer?  John  McCain's critical appraisal of Rand Paul's delightful carpet bombing filibuster?  Or was that simply jealousy of tea party infusion? 

What do you have to offer?  Senator Graham?  Oh, please.  What do you have to offer?  Jeb Bush?  JEB BUSH?  Another Bush.  Really?

The Republican party as it stands is D.O.A. and its members who currently pursue the same defeatist course are marrying a corpse.  Old-timers of the GOP think they're time is coming up, but they're wrong.  They've married a corpse, and nobody will elect a corpse to public office.  Zombies, maybe -- but not a corpse.  If Republican geniuses choose poorly again when presidential elections stop by, they'll re-marry a corpse.  A room temperature existence and nothing more.

The fascists of New York politics received a shock when the feds announced that, hell no, they will NOT turn over the names of military veterans whose combat experiences might tend to make them ineligible for firearms in NY.   Arrrrrrrggggggggghhhhhhh !!!  One hopes that NY judges make the same kind of mincemeat out of Governor Andrew Cuomo's gun legislation that one judge did in regard to Mayor Bloomberg's beverage size.  These control freak political ladder climbers are way out of control, and there's nothing more satisfying than the proper application of a judicial leash to restrain them.  May history record U.S. government fascists for what they are, and may the reputations they've so carefully constructed for themselves on the way to higher office be deemed without merit.  Here comes the judge, here comes the judge. . .