In one or two
past blog entries, I made statements to the effect that babies aren't
cute anymore -- your babies, their babies, anybody's babies.
Why would I say something so utterly reprehensible? Is it because I'm a child hater, or potential real-life candidate for a position as the irascible Mr. Bumble in the musical, Oliver? Not at all. What I meant is that we humans are too many, having multiplied and morphed ourselves into an overpopulating civilization of something increasingly destructive, redundant and ripe for self-annihilation, possessing the inauspicious resources to take a wealth of species into oblivion with us. The climate change thing? I still await the cherished "consensus," which continues to be elusive, as scientists of impressively alternative views and agencies come forward to cast doubt on the "settled" science of human-caused climate change. Green? Sure, absolutely -- but not insane green.
Why would I say something so utterly reprehensible? Is it because I'm a child hater, or potential real-life candidate for a position as the irascible Mr. Bumble in the musical, Oliver? Not at all. What I meant is that we humans are too many, having multiplied and morphed ourselves into an overpopulating civilization of something increasingly destructive, redundant and ripe for self-annihilation, possessing the inauspicious resources to take a wealth of species into oblivion with us. The climate change thing? I still await the cherished "consensus," which continues to be elusive, as scientists of impressively alternative views and agencies come forward to cast doubt on the "settled" science of human-caused climate change. Green? Sure, absolutely -- but not insane green.
Some of you will
scratch your heads politically at the mere mention of overpopulation, but I
consider that about as "conservative" a statement as one can
make. Yes, in parts of the world human
numbers continue on the decline, but really, how many is enough? The cheapest and easiest thing in the world
to produce is us. Yeah, a nice dinner
and wine, a little romance, sometimes a
little unintended or unexpected violence, then somebody inserts a ***** into a
****** and nine months later there's your bundle of joy. Easy to accomplish -- but now, far more
consequential.
Across the U.S.,
public schools, now saddled with the nonsensical hell that is Common Core,
already have enough trouble attempting to educate children who neither can, nor
wish to speak English, and who, frankly, often come from homes whose family
occupants had neither the education, background -- or desire -- to teach their
growing offspring a damned thing.
However, public schools make one
heck of a great taxpayer-funded babysitting service. And common sense? Good luck inculcating common sense into the
evolving brain pathways of kids who barely matured beyond the process of
toilet-training (and Third World denizens brought to the USA who can't quite
make sense out of toilets at all). Can
America survive when pure education is faced with so many new obstacles? When so many good teachers are forbidden to
teach the important stuff? When
teachers' unions become accomplished thugs, pulling the strings to perform
shakedowns on taxpayers, all nice and legal?
I don't
know. But things are about to get a lot
worse, unless Congress takes quick-action spine growth supplements.
Our borders,
pummeled with illegal immigrants for years, costing American workers -- with no
voice in the situation beyond do-nothing legislators -- millions of dollars and
tons of jobs, have suddenly become the emergency key to either the survival or
destruction of American society as we know it.
As Reuters and
other sources have reported, thousands and thousands of children --
unaccompanied by no family members -- are illegally cascading across the
Southern U.S. border, not from Mexico as much as from Central America. While it is hardly comforting to learn that
perhaps 60,000 children will invade this year (up from 6,000 in 2011),
estimates of 130,000 more in 2015 is
beyond devastating. Costs are
expected to exceed two billion dollars as we reach that number.
And it is time
to categorically say no. Get out,
keep out, stay out. My government is all
in a frenzy and a sweat about the "humanitarian" costs that Americans
are expected to bear. What? No, what you do is tell these kids, look, you
found your way here and you can find your way back. If things go poorly on the return trip, I
guess it sucks to be you. We must be
firm. "But they're only
children," we will be told, and I will respond, yes they are, and they are
here because the Great Obama, Pied Piper of American Decline, put out the
clarion call, as if by dog whistle, that young invaders should come here and
soak up the riches paid for by America's taxpayers, entitling them to free
food, free education and no responsibilities whatsoever.
Unless some tough
love and kick-you-out activity is swiftly directed toward the quickly
expanding criminal alien youth element, whose mere presence will decimate what
little remains of solid public education and society, we'll lose our
country. This is the kind of
thing to which I refer when throwing out overpopulation. It's terrible, it's poisonous, it's
deadly. The whole world will come
crashing across our borders if we continue to allow it, and we must not. Even European nations are waking up to the
fact that not all immigration is good immigration, and countries are saying
enough is enough. When will we smarten
up? This is a crisis which need not be,
and we can make it all go away overnight -- just by allowing immigration
personnel to do their work and enforce the laws we're supposed to enforce. Trouble is, when a devious dictatorial
Administration supports lawlessness or self-invents new laws with no
opposition, one gets what one receives.
Unless we want a
steroid-pumped Dream Act for illegal masses of wandering criminal youth, causing your legal
kids to become irrelevant and liable for their expenses, these folks need to go
away. Our social structure basks in
extreme jeopardy otherwise.
Obama makes
promises to protect Poland, but he wouldn't have to do so, had he not killed
off the missile defense system ready for deployment in that part of the world
when he assumed the presidency. Now, to
use those all-inclusive words of the street, it's complicated.
The president's
energy policy, to be administered via EPA thuggery: There's nothing wrong with protecting air,
water and land, but there's everything wrong when an agency becomes an
oppressive billy club, administered with SWAT teams and the ability to level
extraordinary fines and other forms of punishment, striking fear and hatred
into the hearts of Americans still suffering under the illusion that government
serves, not rules, us. The
just-announced warnings and regulations, which could only have been whipped up
by Pol Pot-style university intellectuals and credentialed nearsighted dolts
who possess absolutely no concept of-- or maybe the words are concern for
-- what they wrought, will devastate.
What rational minds would deprive a society, already teetering on the
economic edge, of sufficient, reasonably priced energy before there exists
enough of some other form of energy to replace it right away? Because labor unions and political winds of
change are already starting to question this monumental fraud, perpetrated by
the even more monumental fraud in the White House, I wouldn't be surprised to
find a major portion, if not all, of
this brainless scheme replaced by something akin to common sense via
Congress or the courts. Nevertheless,
keep in mind Obama's original promise that under his plan energy prices would
"necessarily skyrocket," though he neglected to add that even having
access to required energy amounts may present a frightening downside.
The Veterans
Administration: Hey, if you can't even get your own medical
records after having a close-range UFO experience (per the Rendlesham mystery),
and not even Sen. John McCain can get
full cooperation on one's behalf, what is one to expect? And when it happens to more than one airman
who was present for some strange UFO-related doings, it's not merely a case of
records lost in the bureaucracy -- it's a matter of extreme importance to somebody
who won't share with the rest of us.
Is there some
federal agency out there responsible for telling us, by the way, when it will
be time to panic in the streets? Would
there be a tweet or e-mail or something?
Actually, I'd prefer a letter, stamped and mailed. Utter horror is so much more palatable and
enjoyable when you can hold a paper in your hands, actually proclaiming the
doom of civilization. So, how about you
keep watching the skies, and I'll continue watching the mailbox?