Now and then, I
donate money to a chapter of the Society for the
Prevention of Cruelty to Animals (SPCA), but considering the state of the
world, I'm sorely tempted to reconsider. Perhaps instead I'll start donating to
some international organization dedicated to the rehabilitation and return to
the wild of animals born to kill and eat humans. Anyway, let's get on with the rest. . .
Yes, I did think
about UFOs the other day when I heard an old Ray Stevens comedy song
entitled, "The Great Mississippi Squirrel Revival," and lyrics
(repeated several times) place the location as a Baptist church in Pascagoula
-- home, of course, to the alleged Hickson-Parker UFO abduction. . .and make no
mistake, as I've written on previous occasions, the Hickson-Parker case is a
favorite for me, and even the late UFO-"picky" national radio
commentator Paul Harvey gave this one a fair airing coast to coast on a
Saturday morning. Bizarre, yet somehow
vital to learn more about -- and apparently well-witnessed at various
interludes as an airliner-sized object descended to an area where two fishermen
ended up as the "catch." Something's
catch. And still the world sleeps on. .
.
Wow, try to
follow this: A Philadelphia psychiatrist, licensed to
prescribe psychotropic drugs, shot an illegally armed mental patient apparently
intent upon pursuing a murderous rampage, and either was or was not on drugs,
with a gun he, the doc, wasn't supposed to be carrying in a hospital, but
everybody's glad he did because he probably saved lives by bringing the crazed
shooter's violence to an end just after a co-worker was shot dead by the
madman. I anticipate that the nation's
wussies, who would rather die than fight, will blame this successful outcome on
the NRA, and call for the implementation of an organization like Doctors
Without Borders, except this one shall be called Doctors Without Guns. How dare any Constitution-loving American
ever attempt engaging in self-defense?
The very idea! And doctors? Every physician worth his sphygmomanometer knows that nothing beats the
threat of gunfire like a No. 15 blade scalpel held at arm's length in a
threatening or surgical manner.
Everybody knows that.
Barack and
Hillary's excellent misadventure:
"We came, we saw, he died." Yes, Hillary, Libya's dictator, like Egypt's
dictator, is gone, way, way gone, and as we take a good, close look at
everything you and the boss did to help along that aptly-named Arab Spring,
it's painfully obvious that you folks own no small responsibility for the human
firestorm continuing to rage from country to country, having repaired not one
damned thing. Hillary Clinton has moved
on to other matters, but her actions and words remain behind to soothe a new
Middle East, particularly that of this Administration's making. We long ago forgot about "the shores of
Tripoli," but as (for a change) well-planned mass evacuations of U.S.
personnel took place in Libya, surely some during departure had visions of
whistling through the darkness of Benghazi's ghost yard.
WARNING! WARNING WORLD ROBINSON! Professor Obama too often seems to consider
America the United Nation's personal concubine.
That's why I shake with some trepidation, waiting for this increasingly
predictable dolt/non-dolt to make a pronouncement that, shucks, the Southern
border intruders from Guatemala, Honduras and El Salvador (transported with
Mexican cooperation, thanks a lot) aren't illegal at all, they're
actually refugees -- and that's exactly the fateful word those
manipulative U.N. bastards will prod him to use, as La Raza ("The Race") and others who are
plainly racists in their own right continue their push to legalize one
particular group of people on this side of our border -- no matter
what. Then comes the dreaded Executive
Order. At that point, Congress will have no other choice but to impeach or take some legal action against this president, and
I suggest they aim high for established law-based justice, not the
"social justice" familiar to the president's progressive and
community-organizing comrades.
Meanwhile, the
Israel and Hamas musical chairs cease-fire (party off, party on. . .)
continues. Silly Israel -- don't they
realize that those tunnels from the Palestinian side were actually intended
merely to shuttle radical Muslim comedians, bawdy song singers, nude female
dancers and Hamas go-go boys, other entertainers and members of the Palestine
National Women's Synchronized Swimming Team to the Israeli side to provide a
few laughs? Hey, anybody can misplace
missiles and bombs in tunnels, or in schools -- I think we've all done that at one time or
another, right?
TV news on the
national networks
has become mortifyingly sucky. Save
yourself, David Muir and others, before it's too late! There's just gotta be pod people
conversions of good reporters at the major networks -- there's no other
rational explanation for a nightly fascination with human interest crap-o-rama
and little in the way of actual
n-e-w-s, as the world burns hotter and brighter than even the networks let on. IMHO.
