IF you have an old kitty in your lap, and you want to blog… you should put down the keyboard and pet the kitty. This is because the kitty loves you and nobody reads your damn blog anyway.
My new colors here are from a "theme" called "sunset." But when I look at it, I see a tequila sunrise.
I can’t tell you how tired I am of hearing about this guy. He’s got his people out there trying to influence votes on this god-awful health care bill, that should not see the light of day. His people are busy trying to buy off legislators, and intimidating legislators, and it’s all very despotic. It’s really obvious to me what these people want is the kind of power Ahmedinijad has, or Vladimir Putin, or that bunch of goofs that runs North Korea. It’s got nothing to do with your personal health. If it was a good bill, they wouldn’t have to do all this stuff to get votes for it.
I’m so pissed at this guy, and his gang of thugs that all know better than us what’s best for us, that I’m gonna blow off the census. I do not want to be counted. Everything this guy does heralds a symptom of a decaying civilization. One post can’t possibly cover it all. But I’m going there, right here…
About a week ago a group of Mexican boys walked into an Indian casino (Jackson Rancheria) with a .22 caliber revolver. That in itself is not an incident, but what followed was. These boys walked up to two other youths there and had words with them, drew back, and one of the boys shot the two that they had words with. The casino went into lockdown for about six hours. Everyone was apprehended. The boys have ties to Mexican street gangs known as the Ninas, Pintas, and Santamarias, variously designated with Roman numerals like XIII and XIV, right here in MMX (that’s 2010 for those of you in Rio Linda California).
Intelligence reports a year old warned us that the situation in Mexico is not to be taken for granted. We should not assume that the government in Mexico will defeat the cartels. The cartels might win. The civilian branches of our system do not have the capacity to deal with this. Roughly 1/3 of our prison population is criminals from Mexico. We have had to let criminals OUT because we can’t afford to keep them IN at $90,000 per year each.
And what does this guy want to do about it? AMNESTY. That’s just one reason why I can not stand this guy.
But that’s OK, I have it on good authority that the Spanish were here first. You know, the missions, before the Gold Rush people came here and screwed everything up, most of the settlers were from Spain. Like Antonio Banderas, and Catherine Zeta-Jones, in the Zorro movies. Really, all those explorers that found the Incas and the Aztecs and the Mayans, they were all from Spain. This is why a lot of places in California have Spanish-sounding names, like Sacramento, and Los Angeles, and San Jose. Here’s a bad joke for you.
I’ve been meaning to tell this joke here, it just took me a few days to get around to it.
There is a handsome young Spanish man, and he has a beautiful Spanish girlfriend. They are outside enjoying the beautiful countryside where they live. They are out sitting in a field together, talking, and there is a gentle breeze blowing the tall grass to and fro. It’s very hypnotic. The young man turns to his beautiful girlfriend and asks, "Will you do wee wee chew with me?" And she says, "No, I will not do wee wee chew with you." So he says, "OK," and they talk about something else.
After a while they get up and stroll across the field, down to the road, and they walk along the road for a while, and cross a little bridge. Then they walk down by the stream, and they sit together on a log by the stream. There are trees by the stream and the gentle breeze is making the leaves rustle in the trees. The water in the stream is gurgling over the stones making a bubbling sound, and it’s all very hypnotic. So the young man turns to his beautiful girlfriend and asks her, "Will you do wee wee chew with me now?" And she says, "No, I will not do wee wee chew with you now." So he asks, "Why won’t you do wee wee chew with me?" And she says, "I don’t want to talk about it!" So he says, "OK," and they talk about something else.
After a while they get up from the log, and they go find their horses, and they ride their horses up to the top of this big hill. From the hill they have a majestic view of the beautiful countryside where they live. They can see the little town, with the church sticking up in the middle. They can see the fields, and orchards, and cattle. They can see the river meandering down the valley. It’s a very inspiring view, and the young man turns to his beautiful girlfriend and says, "Now… will you do wee wee chew with me?" And she says, "OK, I will do wee wee chew with you now."
So he says, "Oh! You make me so happy!" and he gets out his guitar, and they sing: "Wee wee chew a Merry Christmas, wee wee chew a Merry Christmas, wee wee chew a Merry Christmas, and a Happy New Year."
See, that’s nice.