Nike, you know, the multibillion dollar corporation that makes sneakers, and has a gigantic corporate campus in Portland, Oregon. Yep, that Nike. Well they came up with this really cool design to celebrate the Fourth of July, complete with a Betsy Ross flag on the rear of the shoe. I’m not a huge Nike fan, I think their shoes are heavily overpriced, considering they pay the people that actually make them next to nothing. That’s not my point, my point is that they pulled the product because Colin Kaepernick complained, because he claims, the Revolutionary Flag is a symbol of slavery. Never mind that good old Colin was adopted and raised by wealthy white people that made sure he had everything money could buy. He lived that much sought after California lifestyle with plenty of money for whatever his little heart desired. Then to top it off, he was hired by the San Francisco Forty-niners to lead their team as the quarterback, with a multi-million dollar contract. Unfortunately for the “Niners” he sucked as a quarterback. So, how does this dumbass repay America for this charmed lifestyle…….. he disrespects the American Flag and Fallen American Heroes by kneeling for the National Anthem. Then to make matters worse, Nike takes sides with this POS, and hires him as a spokesperson. So, in my estimation, that puts Nike in the same category as American haters. That’s the perfect example of ” the tail wagging the dog”. Based on the facts above, if you love America and the American way of life, I suggest you join me and buy Sketchers and tell Nike to pound sand.

This British Spitfire boarded a plane in Europe headed home for London in the outfit pictured above. The stewardess promptly provided her with a proper top and demanded that she change before she would be allowed to fly. She complied, but continued to be a pain in the ass, obviously not happy about having to cover up. Eventually, the crew had enough and booted her from the flight. All of this brought back memories of years ago, when I flew out of LAX, and picked up visiting family members. I was always highly amused by the wild and crazy outfits that women wore when they traveled by air. I said at the time ( fifty years ago ) that I was convinced that women had a section in their wardrobe for air travel, that was a collection of the most bizarre clothing they could buy. I’m sure they look far and wide for this stuff, and would never dare to wear anywhere except to a International Airport. If they dared to wear it in front of their friends they would risk severe ridicule. I thought it might just be me, then I started looking around, and never observed women outside of airports dressed in such ridiculous fashion, except maybe at the midway at the county fair.

This halfwit was in Mexico over the weekend, speaking to small gatherings of Mexican citizens talking about how climate change had something to do with the economy in Central America and why the US was obligated to take in the migrants because the US was responsible for climate change. Why the hell is this guy in Mexico? Does he even have a clue that he’s an American citizen, and his first obligation is to Americans, not migrants from Central America. Maybe he should have been in LA trying to convince the idiots in California to clean up the homeless mess. Then he could have traveled up the coast to Frisco, and made the same speech there. We have plenty of problems to deal with right here at home. The dimwit California governor traveled to Guatemala a couple of months ago to lecture them on how to run their country, while his own state is literally falling apart. Almost 50% of California families don’t speak English, the poverty level is shameful, homeless people are creating an environmental nightmare. They just raised gasoline taxes to pay for the social programs, which are certain to cause already poor people to fall farther behind, making it harder for them to get to their jobs. I’m sure he had great suggestions for the leaders of Guatemala. Every time I think it’s impossible for the Democrats to get more radical and out of touch with reality, they come up with another idea dumber than before. Please don’t elect any of these idiots to any political office.

VERITAS VINCIT   ~   LIVE FREE OR DIE

MY DOG IS SMARTER THAN 99% OF DEMOCRATS, AND A HELL OF A LOT NICER.

 

 

THERE IS SOMETHING ABOUT A CAMPFIRE, THAT MAKES YOU WANT TO SHARE YOUR LIFE STORIES WITH FRIENDS.

We belong to a large RV club and throughout the summer months, we have a group campout every month. One of the traditions is a nightly campfire. Everyone brings their folding camp chairs and favorite beverages, and we enjoy a roaring fire and lots of friendship.

There is something magic about campfires, people seem to relax and let their guards down, and have fun. In the early evening hours when the numbers are large, the conversations tend to be casual, funny, and light hearted. As the evening wears on, and the numbers get smaller, the conversations become more serious and candid.

Our club has people from all backgrounds, and ethnicities. Professional people and blue collar folks. We have retired firefighters, and police officers, nurses, you name it. ( that sounds a bit like ” I love this bar ” ) A real cross section of America. But when we’re gathered around the campfire, we are just everyday people that have faced some really tough challenges as we navigated our way through life, and enjoy talking about those challenges and how we dealt with them.

It is also amazing how people of different religious beliefs are open to discussing religion without getting wrapped around the axle. The campfire seems to have a way of taking the edge off of those discussions, at least in my experience. It’s always interesting to hear about how others worship, without having an altercation over it. It’s my opinion, you should be able to listen and learn without feeling threatened.

If you don’t have the opportunity, or take the time to enjoy a campfire, you’re missing a wonderful experience. You have another similar option to think about. My Nephew and his friends gather on his front porch every Wednesday night and smoke cigars and have a glass of good ol’ Kentucky bourbon. Same concept without the fire. I have had the opportunity to sit on his porch with his friends and it was a great experience. All of these guys work in the film industry, very entertaining to say the least.

It’s all about setting aside those things that make you crazy, and just relax with folks you really care about. Chill out and shed your anxieties and responsibilities for a few hours. A good campfire, or a facsimile thereof, soothes the soul.

VERITAS VINCIT   ~   LIVE FREE OR DIE  

 

TYPICAL WEST COAST MAYOR

History is great. When you’re faced with a perplexing problem that you just can’t figure out, you can look back in time and see if the problem existed before. If it did, you can easily find out how it was dealt with. Vagrancy is as old as the world. Everyone says prostitution is the worlds oldest profession, and I say being a bum is the world’s oldest non-profession. There were bums around when I was a kid, but they didn’t bed down on the city streets. When the sun set, they were either gone or in jail. If they were picked up and spent the night in jail, the local police transported them to the city limits and told them to keep on moving.

People are a lot closer to the animal world than you think. Some have already made the transition. Those folks that have made that transition are found on your local city streets laying in urine, feces, trash, and used drug paraphilia. I would venture to say that a lot of these folks started out life fairly normal. The way they descended into the trash heap of human waste is pretty obvious…..narcotics. Opioids and or alcohol.

A huge percentage of these folks are totally fixable. I would venture to say the number may be as high as 80%. But when your as far down as these folks are, you can’t do it by yourself. These people need qualified help, working within a well thought out plan, to  rehabilitate them. The real reason this problem continues to grow and fester, is pretty damned obvious. Nobody cares!!  It takes too much effort.

Cancer survivors almost always have the same story to tell. ” They discovered it in the early stages”. That’s how you fix any problem. You fix it when it’s still small. If you wait and let the problem grow, it will eventually become overwhelming. When that happens the only solutions become very severe and costly. Then the natural reaction is to ignore it and hope it goes away. That’s what the west coast mayors are doing in regards to street dwellers. Hoping the environment will become so toxic, they will simply all disappear, or all die off from some uncontrollable plague.

Let me tell you what these mental giants are up to in Portland and Seattle. The mayors and city councils of these once beautiful cities, recently came up with a brilliant idea . They are handing out trash bags to the street dwellers ( they’re not homeless ) and telling them to pick up their trash and bag it, for the refuse companies to pick up. These geniuses are using the police officers to hand out the bags, while the street dwellers are shoplifting from the local businesses and breaking into cars. Now, if you think the street dwellers are going to pick up their trash, you’re even dumber than the city officials. I’ll lay you ten to one odds that the bags are plastic. While they are handing out plastic bags to street dwellers, you can’t get a plastic straw in a restaurant or a plastic bag in a market. The street dwellers are urinating and defecating on the streets and the waste is ending up in the street drains. This is against every environmental law on the books. Meanwhile the guy running a company a few miles away, paying huge taxes, is being fined for improper rain water run off on a property that he is leasing.

Putting all of this in perspective, I can only assume that the only reason these people hold positions in city governments is that they are too stupid to work in the private sector. They lie to the voters, and feed them massive amounts of B.S. to win the election and the position. What we ultimately end up with, is a dog chasing a car, he finally caught it, and has no idea what to do with it. Unfortunately, I don’t see any end in sight in this epidemic of stupidity. Every day, they do stuff more bizarre than the day before. It’s damn depressing. Maybe they should ask China how they deal with street dwellers. I’m sure that would be interesting.  

VERITAS VINCIT   ~   LIVE FREE OR DIE

 

If you read my previous blog, I spoke of my life in Southern California and the sheer energy that filled the air from the non-stop activity. In the 60’s thru the 80’s, it was a highly competitive atmosphere. If you didn’t hustle you didn’t make it. As I said in the previous blog, I lived there 30 years. The fast pace lifestyle was for the young and restless, not the ideal place for older folks. I’m sure it hasn’t changed.

About eight years into our residence in California, we converted to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. So for the next 22 years, my life was pretty structured to say the least. Having been raised as an Evangelical Christian, I had a very hard time getting on board 100%, and actually never did. I did however feel it was the best for my family, so I pretty much went along with the program. Being an artist and free thinker, I’m not a real good follower. Group thinking was never my thing.

Sixteen years into our life in the Pacific Northwest, my wife passed away, and I found myself single again after 46 years. Thus, the beginning of the second and final round. My youngest daughter suggested I go on Match.com and see if I could find a new soul mate. Dating again after that many years being married, is awkward to say the least. In the fall of 2007 I met a lovely lady who was, and is quite unique, and fun. She was born and raised in London, England and immigrated to the US in the eighties. She has a lovely British accent that everyone loves, and has a very different point of perspective than anyone I have ever known.

Part of that that different point of perspective obviously comes from being British. The other part is from being raised in a wealthy family, and having sailed around the world twice as a young woman. She has seen just about every country on the planet and can tell you some very interesting stories of things she has seen. She was in Russia during the height of the communist regime. She said she it was depressing to see the poverty of the Russian people. She said there were shops on the streets with nothing in them, there was nothing to buy. Nobody had any money. That was a sharp contrast for someone that traveled by chauffer driven Bentley, while at home in London. As a young woman, she had the honor of meeting Queen Elizabeth, at the Royal Command Performance in 1973.

After moving to the US, she decided to go back to college, and earned a Masters Degree in Forensic Psychology. Having read all of the above, you might think she would be the stereotypical “snooty brit”. She is anything but. She is a down to earth fun loving lady that loves animals ( especially her schnauzer ). She has a wild sense of humor and loves to tell slightly naughty jokes.

So, the point of all of this, is that I was a very lucky guy. Having gone through the grim reality of losing my first wife, she brought with her, a whole new reality. She has taught me so many lessons on what is really important in life, and what isn’t. She is always teasing my about being ” anal”. She is totally right. But it’s hard to undo a whole lifetime, and learn a different way to look at things. One of her most amazing traits is being able to get over being upset with someone, and reconcile the issue quickly and move on.

She has taught me how to be comfortable in my home. Being able to relax and enjoy my surroundings without constantly having to be doing something or going somewhere. Having to get rid of my nervous energy. That’s hard for someone who’s brain never stops.

So, I have an incredible lady to love and share the remainder of my life with. We’ve both had cancer and survived with an absolutely clean bill of health, I survived open heart surgery and never felt better. We are still going strong, and enjoy life and our crazy fun friends. Oh yeah, I got two great Stepsons in the deal, and more Grandkids. ( cute ones too.) It’s the second and final round, and I’m winning………….. for now.

P.S. About being a Mormon; Members of the LDS Church are wonderful people, but I just couldn’t participate any longer for a number of reasons. I have no regrets, having been an active member for many years, It just doesn’t work for me. I have returned to my roots so to speak. I now proudly wear a Christian Cross once again. Another part of round two.

 VERITAS VINCIT   ~   LIVE FREE OR DIE    

 

 

I FELL IN LOVE WITH THIS SCENE IN 1962

My two favorite uncles, Owen and Richard, moved to California in the mid 1940’s. These guys were my idols, they drove cool looking cars, rode Harleys, raced dirt track jalopies. These are the guys I wanted to pattern my life after… life in the fast lane. By my Junior year in high school in 1958, I couldn’t wait until I made the westward trek from Tulsa to the Golden State. My plans were put on hold for about four years, when I got married at twenty years old. I was working as an apprentice Boiler Maker when I married, so the wheels started turning in the planning portion of my young brain. I would finish my apprenticeship in 1963 and I could move to Southern Cal as a journeyman union Boilermaker. Even in those days, the journeyman wages were very good. I envisioned taking my place in Paradise and living in the “big time”.

All of my plans fell into place quite nicely. I bought my first house at twenty-one years old, and it became the major financial tool to make the move. Sold the house in the summer of 1963, loaded all of our possessions in 6′ x 13′ trailer, hooked it up to our 1959 Plymouth Fury and away we went. No job, not a lot of money, but one heck of a lot of hope and confidence that I could make it work. I have to confess, I had an ace in the hole. My late wife’s parents lived there, so I had a little bit of a safety net. As it turns out, didn’t need it. We rented a house first day there, moved in, got a job at Kaiser Steel the following day. We were off and running.

California was everything I dreamed of. Beaches, mountains, deserts, everything was spectacular. Beautiful flowers everywhere, one sunny day after another, wide fast roads, and an endless array of things to see and do. The economy was staggering, there were jobs on top of jobs. The whole place was on fire with activity. We raised two of the cutest “beach bunnies” in the world. It was absolute excitement every day 24/7/365. I fell in love with the fast paced lifestyle.

IT WAS PRETTY COOL HAVING THESE GUYS FOR NEIGHBORS TOO.

We lived in California for thirty years. During last five years of our time there, it was apparent that the leftist agenda was taking the state in a very bad direction. We headed to Seattle where we resided for the next fifteen years. The pacific northwest was the perfect place to detoxify from what was happening in California. We went back to California numerous times during those fifteen years, and every time it was more depressing watching our once beautiful home being ruined by leftist politics.

When I see what the left has done over the past thirty years, my heart is broken. The last time I was there, homeless people were everywhere, on the beaches, in the parks. The streets were filthy, the roads were in disrepair, I couldn’t wait to get the hell out. I have no desire to return to the place I once called home, and was proud to do so.

The last time I was there was about three years ago. When I see the pictures of San Diego, LA and Frisco today, it is just unbelievable. What is really sad about this, is that it will never be the paradise it once was. California has digressed to the point that it is no longer fixable. It will only get worse. The Democrats have ruined almost every major city in the USA, but ruining an entire state as beautiful as California once was, is unforgivable. It has been said that California is not just a state, it is a state of mind. That state of mind has been obliterated by selfish politicians that care more about their ideology than reality. May they all rot in hell.

VERITAS VINCIT   ~   LIVE FREE OR DIE

bu-reau-crat \ ‘byura,krat \ n – unelected democrats, that make up an unwieldy administration system that is largely unaccountable to anyone,  for any reason whatsoever.

Presidents, Congressmen and Senators come and go, but these people are like cockroaches. No matter how far the human race has progressed, they still can’t get rid of cockroaches. Washington bureaucrats are exactly the same. Indestructible.

The big problem is that these people are not elected by the people. They are either hired or appointed. They inhabit bureaus that make rules and regulations that you have to live by, which are basically laws, that are not enacted by the Congress. Have you ever heard of a Congressional oversight committee for bureaus? Who’s watching these people? These people are in effect, the fourth branch of government, and largely out of control. I’m pretty sure political leaders came up with the idea of bureaus as a way to get things done without having to deal with Congress, and take heat from the voters.

Democrats love big government. So naturally, bureaucrats are going be, more likely than not, Democrats. They know that being a Democrat is excellent job security. They also know that no matter how little they actually do, or how poorly they perform on the job, they will never be fired. They also know that at the end of their tenure, they have a really great retirement waiting for them. It’s the Democrat’s version of paradise.

Although far fewer Republicans inhabit these infamous bureaucratic offices, they are still willing to play along and participate. It’s simply the way life is in Washington D.C. It’s always been this way, why change it? After all, the flow of money never stops. Why not take advantage of a perpetual cash flow? What kind of nut would pass that up. Both political parties have their own special way of extracting money from the hard working taxpayers. I think their rationale is ” hey, they voted for me” they must be OK with what I’m doing. How many people pay attention to what their elected reps are doing? I do, but I’m pretty sure I’m in a very small minority.

President Trump ran and won on his famous phrase of “draining the swamp”. That’s like anything that sounds good in theory, but actually making it happen is another thing altogether. Not to say he hasn’t lowered the water level slightly, but really draining the swamp would literally mean firing every last bureaucrat and starting over from scratch. That would be like thinking you could convince Hillary Clinton that she lost the election because she is a dumbass, plain and simple. Or just convince her to shut up and go away. The chance of accomplishing any of this is ” slim to none”.

The Democrats have a real, vicious hatred for Donald Trump. But in reality, any Republican President will have similar problems. They made W’s life pretty miserable as well. The Democrats have very successfully built a fortress of ” red tape ” that is almost impossible to breach. I have no idea how you ever deal with this issue, I’m just pointing out that it exists, and that it’s in direct opposition to a Democratic form of government. The term “Government of the people, by the people, and for the people” is not really true anymore. It’s pretty much ” us against them”, and I think they’re winning.

There is simply too much to lose. Keep fighting back anyway you can. Identify the strongholds of the left and infiltrate them. Local school boards and City Councils are a great place to start. Start making it hard for the lefties to further their agendas. Become an activist in State Government, if you can’t run for office, let them know you vote and you are paying close attention to what they do. Join a larger group that has more clout. Don’t make it easy for the looney left to make this nation unrecognizable.

VERITAS VINCIT   ~   LIVE FREE OR DIE

 

 

 

YEP, MY DAD WAS A MANIAC FISHERMAN

No one could ever accuse our Dad of not being focused. When you can spend six hours in a twelve foot boat, without catching a single fish, and still be totally focused on trying to figure out where the exact right spot is, that my friend is being focused. Dad would be absolutely certain, that the very next spot would yield that three pound large mouth bass. In the meantime my kid brain was about to short circuit with raging boredom. All I could think of is how am I going to convince Dad to quit and go home. Having failed at that in the past exactly 100% of the time, I just sucked it up and kept my mouth shut. I may not have become an expert fisherman, but I learned to persevere. I also learned what the world looked like at 4:00 am. In the eyes of a little kid it was surreal. There weren’t any people or cars, it was still and quiet. The only things moving was a stray dog or two, scavenging for scraps of food in the dim early morning light. I was always fascinated by the world in the very early morning. I always liked it when we put out on the lake in the cool morning air, with a thin layer of fog laying on the water. It was strangely magical.

Our Dad had a lot of other things he liked to do other than fishing. He loved to play baseball, softball, and most other outdoor games. I can only imagine how much fun he would have had with a Frisbee. Strangely, he never played golf to my knowledge. The important point is, that he loved to play games with his children. He loved to play and laugh, and tease all of us. His love of practical jokes was unsurpassed. Our family dinners were filled with fun and laughter.

Although my Dad loved to play and laugh, he was anything but lazy. He was well aware of his responsibilities and never backed away from them. In all of my life, I never once saw the yard overgrown, the house in even the least bit of disrepair, or his car in need of repair. The family car was always spotless inside and out. I can honestly say, I never saw even a scrap of trash or paper inside the family car. So as you might imagine, our Dad was a disciplinarian. He wasn’t going to allow us to be slackers.

Our Dad took his job very seriously. He worked at the same company from 1938 until he retired sometime in the late sixties. I can’t remember him ever missing work. A lot of the guys he worked with were there all of those years as well. They knew me from birth, and I knew a lot of them. When I graduated from high school, I worked in the same company for about three years, and these guys were like family. I don’t think our Father had any enemies, but he had an endless amount of friends. It was almost a sure thing that no matter where we went, someone would know our Dad.

This is probably the most important thing about my Dad. I was the number one son. My Dad had great aspirations of me being like him, and having the same interests. I’m pretty sure he imagined me as his hunting and fishing partner. He imagined me as a die hard athlete. Nope, that wasn’t me. I’m pretty sure I was somewhat of a disappointment. I was born with an intense fascination with all things mechanical. I inherited the genetic talents as an artist, and I loved music. I had to know how all things worked.

This is the mark of a great Father, he took an interest in the things I liked and participated in them with me. I was crazy about aircraft, as well as cars. Drag racing was just getting started and the races were being held at private air strips. My Dad took me to my very first drag race at a small airport, then afterwards he paid for me to take a ride in a small private airplane. Pretty special day. I was also a sci-fi nut, so he took me to see the movie ” The Day the Earth Stood Still”. Then a few years later took me to see the movie ” The Wild Ones” about the motorcycle gangs. The motorcycle thing obviously stuck in my brain, as I was a life long motorcyclist.

My Dad was a prolific story teller, and I loved to listen to his stories, although most of them were re-runs. But he wasn’t much for in depth discussions about feelings. I can tell you this with certainty….he thought about things in depth, he just didn’t feel comfortable talking about them. It wouldn’t have been the “manly” thing to do. He knew my interests were different than his, but his interest was sharing time with me, his son. That was more important to him.

I was married at ripe old age of 20. He married our Mom when he was nineteen. Before I got married, he took me aside in our front yard and told me the following; ” If I ever hear of you mistreating your wife, you will have me to deal with. Women are to love and care for. If you want to fight, find a guy to fight with. I don’t ever want to hear of you laying a hand on that woman to hurt her”. Since I already tested him out three years earlier and lost that wrestling match badly, I took him seriously.

He was a great Father. I always felt is was cruel the way his life ended. He suffered several strokes, and was left with the mentality of a five or six year old. He didn’t deserve to go that way after dedicating his life to his family and community. He was an active 32nd Degree Mason, and headed up his lodge for several years.

He lived his life as the blueprint for how my brother and I conduct our lives as men. He taught us how to be Fathers and husbands. He taught us what was really important in life and what wasn’t. He taught us how to be productive, and take care of our possessions. He taught us to always be proud of who we are, and be respectful of others. I am proud to be my Fathers son.

I’m not sure where he learned his Fatherly skills, he was an orphan at the age of ten years old, raised in an orphanage. Think about that for awhile.

VERITAS VINCIT   ~   LIVE FREE OR DIE

HONOR OUR VETERANS

Johnny Carson as ” Carnac the Magnificent”

When the magnificent Mr. Carson retired, late night comedy went on life support. Don’t get me wrong, I really like Jay Leno, I still watch him on his “Jay Leno’s Garage” show. But, with all due respect to Jay, in my opinion, he never quite filled Johnny’s shoes. Johnny Carson was simply the best, period. When Johnny and his sidekick Ed McMahon were playing off each other, it was so damn funny, your sides ached from laughter.

Johnny had a line up of guests that were crazy funny as well, and he was a genius at magnifying their comments, making them even funnier. Who could ever forget the wonderfully funny and zany interactions with Don Rickles, George Goble, Buddy Hackett, Dean Martin, and especially Jonathan Winters. This was genuinely funny stuff that made you laugh when you remembered it the following day.

Back in those days, political correctness wasn’t an issue. People pretty much said anything they darn well pleased. Some of the dialog that went on in the “Rat Pack” that  Sammy Davis was part of, would send people into a major hissy fit today. People didn’t give this stuff a second thought. If you don’t believe me, watch some of the videos from the famous ” Dean Martin Roasts “. Virtually nothing was off limits.

Late night was born with the ” Tonight Show” originally hosted by Steve Allen. I was a regular viewer. One of Steve’s regular guests was the famous stripper Gypsy Rose Lee, who happened to be a very interesting and intelligent lady. When it was taken over by Jack Parr in 1957 I took a sabbatical, I was never a Jack Parr fan. When Johnny took over in ’62 I was already familiar with him from his afternoon TV show called “Do you trust your wife”. I was working night shift at the time, and watched the show before leaving for work. I watched The Tonight Show with Johnny Carson as much as possible over the next 30 years. Those were truly the golden years of late night comedy.

You never knew what Carson’s politics were. Which is a large part of why he was so popular for so many years. His guests would express politics occasionally, but Johnny stayed out of it for the most part. Leno, was very light on politics as well, but weighed in much more than Johnny ever did. Johnny knew his viewers tuned in to have fun and laugh. It’s pretty hard to make anything funny out of politics and religion. Which, by the way is why Johnny’s ratings were always better than Dave Letterman’s. Dave was funny, but he always had that heaviness of politics/hate intertwined with his humor.

Enter Jimmy Fallon. Jimmy came from “Saturday Night Live” which lost it’s glory long ago, and has been on life support for years. To me, SNL always had a juvenile approach to humor, crass, tasteless and boring. By the way, if you find Alec Baldwin the least bit entertaining, you need to see a shrink. I could never watch Jimmy Fallon. I tried, but it was low class, slap stick lazy approach to humor. How many times can you watch eggs broken over someone’s head before you zone out. His guests are whiney, and bitchy, and perpetual victims.

Jimmy Kimmel, his show is the equivalent of “water boarding” without the water.

Steven Colbert, the only thing that I can think of, is digital torture. I couldn’t stand him before he took over the show. He has the ” likable quotient ” of a maggot.

In my opinion, this is why late night comedy died. The writers quit basing comedy on genuinely funny stuff, and started basing comedy on hate. Even the guests are hate filled lame brains. When you base comedy on hate, you automatically offend at least 50% of the available audience. A certain percentage of the audience that still listen to you are uncomfortable with your comments because you are talking about their families and friends. It is material that is basically paper Mache and won’t last for the ages like the comedy of the late great Mr. Carson, and the other comedic geniuses of his era. The late night shows of recent times should be replaced with more humorous material such as National Geographic, or The Smithsonian Channel.

If you are still watching any of these useless twits, engage in a ” do it yourself” intervention and start watching the ” Tonight Show” with Johnny Carson on YouTube. You’ll feel much better afterwards, and give you hopes of a comedy resurrection. If you want an extra boost, watch videos of the ” Carol Burnett Show” with Tim Conway and Harvey Korman. The funniest people that ever stood on a stage.

The lefties have killed comedy with their unmitigated hatred for everything. Fortunately we have recordings of the great ones. That gives me hope. The recordings are like a long lost recipe hidden away in your late Mom’s belongings. When you find it, you can make and enjoy that delicious cobbler, or cake that you enjoyed when you were a kid.

VERITAS VINCIT   ~   LIVE FREE OR DIE

 

     World’s Funniest Lady Ever      

This woman just heard Nancy Pelosi talking about the President’s mental state, and has no idea what Nancy just said. Can you imagine a conversation between Nancy Pelosi and Joe Biden? If you see strange people accompanying Nancy and Joe, don’t worry they’re Visiting Angels.

I heard Nancy talking about Donald Trump’s mental state today, and fell down laughing. She was literally unable to put more than two words together, and seemed to be dazed and confused. When I was a kid, I used to have an old Ford that was the same way. In the mornings it would only fire on two or three cylinders multiple times before it would finally start running on all eight. The body work looked a lot like Nancy’s face as well. Her makeup has to be very near the consistency of Bondo, applied with a putty knife.

Nancy’s new thing; Trump is involved in a cover up. What the hell does this guy have to cover up. He’s been investigated by four different groups for over two years, and nobody has been able to find any wrongdoing. What could the guy possibly be covering up? Nancy vowed today to keep looking, she’s positive he must be guilty of something.

So let me get this straight…..four different investigations, hundreds of witnesses, hundreds of subpoenas, the White House turned over more than a million documents to the Mueller team of partisan hacks, and somehow, the house investigative committee is going to magically find something everyone else missed??? These people have to be smoking dope. I have never seen such a huge group of totally useless people as the House Democrats.

Nancy and her gang have been in control of the House of Representatives going on six months and have absolutely nothing to show for it. They have not accomplished any meaningful legislation. They are failing the American people, when so much needs to be done to improve the lives of everyday folks.

Millions of illegal aliens are pouring into our country daily, creating a humanitarian crisis, and the Democrats are wasting their time on a totally stupid piece of legislation called the “Equality Act” which if put into practice would strip women of their privacy, and allow transgender males to dominate women’s sporting events. It would be a huge setback for women. It will never pass the Senate, and even if it did, the President would never sign it.

Look for the San Franny Granny to show up in new duds soon. Lately she has been doubling as the House Chaplain, laying down religious doctrine, and offering up prayers for her rival Donald Trump. She may soon show up in a long black robe with a tall hat, carrying a scepter. She has deemed the border wall immoral, while upholding full term abortion and infanticide. She has uttered words of divine guidance on numerous occasions lately, with words of wisdom about how everyone has the spark of divine goodness even if they are members of MS13. It would be a little hard to see that spark, when they are covered with blood from the latest murder, chopping up people with machetes. However, when I see her and hear her words, I hearken back to the words of my dear Mother; ” actions speak louder than words”. My Mom also had another appropriate saying about people like Nancy; ” I would like to buy her for what she’s worth, and sell her for what she thinks she’s worth”. She’s what my old Italian friend called a “food waster”.

VERITAS VINCIT   ~   LIVE FREE OR DIE

 

 

This is what Democrats want to do to America, our freedom, religions,  traditions, and culture. They are calling for a “scorched earth” policy. They have declared war on virtually everything in the “New Green Deal”. I’m thoroughly convinced this is what Nakita Khrushchev was referring to when he made the famous statement ” We will bury you”. In other words, America would fall from socialist forces within it’s own borders.

STAY VIGILANT MY FRIENDS!