The War Against Liberal Socialist Aggression

Contrary to revisionist history, the “Civil War” (actually, the “War of Northern Aggression”) was not fought because of a slavery issue. Slavery was an adjunct issue added to the fray due to the (rightful) persuasion of the abolitionists (who were, by the way, mostly Christians). This war was fought because of the insistence of the southern states’ to adhere to the Constitution and to not submit to a powerful sovereignty-stripping central government. Jefferson Davis stated clearly that he tried for 12 years to circumvent a war but the north was dead set on usurping the Constitution and forcing the states to submit.
Nothing less than this crisis of sovereignty loss has, once again, come upon America. This time it’s the Liberals, mostly “northerners” again, who are fighting against the defenders of the Constitution and who are opposing state’s rights. The issue is the forcing of the “Stimulus Plan” upon the several states. Some brave states are refusing to play along. They understand that the socialists have been chipping away at the Constitution and our rights at least since the previously worshipped socialist, FDR. It is time to end this anti-Americanism.
It’s time to fight the “Damn Yankees” who insist upon usurping the Constitution and forcing it to mean what they want it to mean with complete disregard for the intentions of the founding fathers. For instance, they somehow find it “Constitutional” to force the teaching of homosexuality upon us and our children and to even teach it to them while they are in grade school. They have nothing but contempt for the rights of parents or of anyone who has a moral or conscionable objection to such perversion.
It’s time to resist and rebel against the theft of sovereignty and dignity from the states and their peoples while forcing them to pay for socialist programs. No more should we permit the Federal “Big Brother” Police Welfare State to steal our wages that are to be distributed to masses of illegal aliens and to kill the unborn of this and foreign nations and to fund a plethora of socialist causes.
Barack Obama (who has voiced that the state has the “right” to take care of its people and that no teenager should have to suffer motherhood after an unwanted pregnancy), Hillary Clinton (just one of the guys), Nancy Pelosi (who has publicly stated that she will see to it that illegal aliens will collect Social Security) , John Kerry (a man without a conscience who insists that butchering babies is a "right"), Joe Biden (a documented Second Amendment hater and gun control freak), Al Gore (made a hokey film about global warming to warm the hearts and minds of other loonies), Diane Frankenstein (sic - highly revered queen of queens), Barney Frank (aka “Big Frank”), Ruth Bader Ginsburg (so liberal and open minded that her brains have fallen out), David Souter (who has demonstrated less wisdom than a day old goose), and other elitist Marxist Hordes of Socialist Huns with the aid of the bottom dwelling socialist "American Criminal Liberties Union" (sometimes known as the ACLU), are pushing as hard as they can to destroy our country and to erect a new world order of socialism. They are all fighting to impose a “cradle to the grave” NAZI (Nationalsozialisten - National Socialists) regime that forces its subjects to adore it in much the same way as the North Koreans worshipped Kim Il Sung (anyone notice folks adoring and worshipping Barack “Spread the Wealth” Obama, the new hard-core socialist Messiah?). They are adamant about erasing national borders between Canada, Mexico, and the US (which would make us all one big happy third-world family). And, they insist on deferring to European law and traditions rather than our own Constitution and laws.
We can and must push back. If we must secede from the corrupt and vile Constitution-perverting liberal socialist “North”, then we must do it now and do it with all alacrity and resolve. We must fight them with an indefatigable spirit and not faint at their blustering corrupt blather and rhetoric. It must be understood that these people are not normal and little that they say is normal. They are laboring under the diagnosable illness of “Liberalism” (the “Loony Left” appellation is used for good reason) and must not be regarded as rational. To heed their lies is to invite our demise as a nation. They are no more rational than the Muslim terrorists who die for their cause nor can they be any more easily convinced of their lunacy and criminality.
We must stand for America, its Constitution, and its God. To not do so is to submit to an inexcusable slavery foisted upon us by the haters of all that is good and who call “evil” “good” and “good” “evil”. It is to admit defeat and to turn tail in all cowardice accepting the evil “Nanny State”. It is to accept a false safety thinking that the government has our best interest at heart. To not do so is to accept the perversion of homosexuality as normative and to accept the slaughter of babies in their mother’s wombs as “choice”. It is to give amnesty to millions of illegal aliens who will be recipients of the “spread the wealth” Marxist socialism tendered by the newly elected criminal in the White House. It is to forfeit our language, our culture, and our land to those who speak Spanish (English speaking Caucasian Californians are now a minority in their own state and its rapidly happening to other states). It is to forfeit freedom for socialist security. It is to accept a society where responsibility is no longer required and where the government has all of the answers because the people are too stupid to care for themselves. It is to live in a land where the “mindless masses” exist for the good of the police state. After all, the state knows what’s best for all (see the article below where John Kerry states this for a fact). It is to live in a nation where criminals have rights but victims do not and where it’s a crime to defend oneself in their own home. It is to live where terrorists combatants and enemies of our country are set free but defenders of our borders are sent to prison. It is to live in a land where brain power must be imported because the school system demands the dumbing down of its students so that only a few can read and write (but at least they’re all “equal”). It is to be forced to violate one’s conscience and religious convictions because the state has decreed amorality and evil as the standard (i.e. the state can now force a doctor to commit an abortion even if it’s against his religion).
It's time to fight the war against liberal socialist aggression. If these several states do not falter and will take a stand against Big Brother, I will be found in the middle of their brave men and women who will no longer tolerate the tyranny of socialism and liberalism. If I may humbly use the words of a great man who would do no less now than he did then, “Give me liberty or give me death”.
Please note that these tyrants expect civil disobedience. They are counting on it. They know full well that rational, sane, good, responsible, and nationalistic people will, at some point, become sick of the insanity and fight for their survival. "Martial Law" will be imposed to control the "civil disobedience" and then all hell will break loose. Stock up on food, arms, and ammo and hope for the best while preparing for the worst. It isn't going to get better any time soon.

Getting Out of Dodge


It was time that we had a break. Not that life was depressing. Quite the contrary. Things have been moving right along and the computer business has been prospering. There were a number of new clients in January and February. That added new gas to the van. So, we could afford to burn some for pleasure. Pleasure is good.
Sometimes you just have to blow out of the local pop stand and breathe some different air too. You know, that stuff that other people are tired of breathing so they come to your town to breathe. I do know that there is a different feel to the places that are outside of this area. I really do feel better when I’m not trapped in the confining spaces of the San Joaquin Valley.

Anyway….we climbed into the trusty lil’ Camray and pointed its dependable nose towards the west. In a mere three hours and some odd minutes of light traffic and dry roads, we were climbing into a nice booth at a restaurant in Morro Bay. Likely no one will have to guess what we had for lunch. Yep…fish and chips. There’s just something about eating a meal right on the ocean and watching the boats, seals, gulls, and buoys (yeah…I know. It’s a cry for help). It’s great to thrust a fork into a deep fried chunk of white flesh that was, only a few days ago, swimming peacefully off the coast of Iceland. And the French fries! Oh, my! What a wonderful pile of ketchup catchers!
Bright yellow kayaks from the shark bait rental place (I guess. Maybe not. It could have been just a boat rental place) paddled lazily by while the ever-contentious gulls whitewashed the rails of the restaurant. Small fishing boats and other small sailboats bobbed up and down in the near calm sea. The Morro Harbor tour boat eased by her deck loaded with others who desired to fill their lungs and eyes with something other than their native surroundings.
After stuffing the two tourists from Springville, we decided to mosey out to the monstrously huge rock sitting in the bay. Morro Rock is the last in a string of volcanic plugs that stretch from San Luis Obispo. They’re called the “Nine Sisters” and are greatly beloved by the “Sierra Club” members in that county (and who are a little funny themselves, I should say). “Morro” is actually just the Spanish word for “pebble” so you can see that the Spaniards had a sense of humor. It’s all the more evident when we eat their food but it really comes into light when you consider their dry craftiness in politics. Through treaty and purchase California became an independent state. However, those ever sly and humorous Spanish speakers knew that they would, by profound proliferation, soon have the state back in their possession. Gotta love those witty rascals (does this mean they’re sexy too?).
Back to the rock…the 576’ highly photographed hill was named by explorer (and part-time stand-up comic) Juan Rodriguez Cabrillo when he first charted this coast during his 16th Century voyage of discovery. We have been speaking Spanish and eating tacos and burritos ever since. These Morros have been silent for around 20,000,000 years or so. That works for me. I’m not into outrunning hot lava any time soon. A big eruption would also pollute the atmosphere and I’m here for the air, dang it.
We just happened to have a bag of uneaten pretzels with us so we decided to make friends with the zillion gulls on the beach. They are the ultimate guardians of humor at the shore. They are quite a hoot in the presence of tourists. At first we just tossed a few pretzels onto the ground and watched these coastal clowns slug it out for the prize. Feathers flew (yeah, I know, I know) everywhere as they battled each other for the smallest tidbit. Then, somehow emboldened, I decided to try to hand feed the flock. I shoved a pretzel out the window and, before I knew what had happened, a sharp pain engulfed my fingers. A gull perched on top of the car had snatched it and was gone! It was over in the blink of an eye and I was left laughing at the entire comical event. "Hey, look! My finger is bleeding! I'm in pain! Ha! Ha!" I think I'll do it again! Ho! Ho!"To make the provisions go further, Connie broke the thick long pretzel sticks into pieces. That way I could endure more pain while feeding the flying sea monsters.
That’s exactly what happened. We became the center of attention for most of the gulls in the county. One brave bird sat demandingly on the hood while chiding us through the windshield. He strutted back and forth slobbering all over the hood and windshield chiding us and demanding his dinner until I stuck a pretzel in his beak.

These ravenous creatures are quicker than David Copperfield when it comes to slight of beak. They can come out of nowhere and nab a tasty morsel from your paw. The Toyota must have looked like a four-wheeled feather covered ball to others as the gulls engulfed us. Some of the gulls simply soared past the window and took the goodies from my finger tips. Some even dared to hover while other highjacked them and stole their chow.
After awhile of the increasing pain from having my fingers ripped at, and after we ran out of pretzels, we noticed another happening nearby.

Much to our surprise and amazement, we noticed a fella feeding some small brown bushy tailed rodents. Their kingdom was the rocks along the shore and they were sneaking out to tempt tourists into feeding them. We just happen to have a nice big bag of peanuts with us! How convenient is that? We divvied up the goobers and sat on the rocks waiting to be solicited by the furry greedy grabbers. We weren’t disappointed. In almost no time these little guys were eating out of our hand. They would come up and snatch a peanut then haul it off to eat it. Some would even sit at our feet and munch away then fearlessly demand another. On some occasions the gulls mugged them and took their booty. It made for some cute pictures.
After running out of food for the critters, we headed back to town to knock over some of the shops there. Actually, we were just rubber necking, taking pictures, and checking clearance racks. There was one place that is mentionable. That’s a small museum and aquarium and rehabilitation habitat for sea creatures. For a couple of bucks you can go in and loll around looking at the strange and wonderful creatures of the sea. Some are alive and some are stuffed but they are all interesting. The most notable of these is probably the show off sea lion who definitely has his act together. He hams it up for tourists who have plunked down a buck for a chopped up sardine. They toss the morsels at him from every angle and he deftly fields the fly ball with precision. Even after a steady parade of fish tossers, his hunger seems to be unabated. He didn’t look overweight to me.
On Main Street, they just happened to have a Farmer’s Market event. They had blocked off a couple of blocks and let the venders set up shop. We did the taste test thing at a number of stands then rifled through the goodies at the nearby thrift store. After all of that walking and gawking, we had had enough exercise to drain a whale so called it a day. After the three hour trip back home we were all in. It had been a super day and we did get some different air. Life is good.

By the way, just click on the pictures above for an enlarged view.