Friday, August 18, 2017

The New War on Women is a War on Real Men: PC Power Grab

by Angela K. Durden

The War Between the Sexes has existed since Adam and Eve. Though this war has been fought since forever, it has always been fought so that peace will reign between Mars and Venus.

This war is not what this article is about. This article is about the terrorists amongst us who have started a new war on females that is, in truth, a war on real men.

Weapon of Choice: Attack the men through their women.

Transgender men are not new, and many families handle the situation perfectly fine. For eons every generation, religion, socio-economic class, and country has had their share, though India seems to have more than their fair share, even having whole communities with a well-defined subculture and gurus. But even that is not what this article is about.

Don't be mistaken in thinking that the new war on females is brand-spanking new. It isn't. But the reason this new war has gotten as far as it has these days is because it has new clothes on.

Yes, Fake Transgender Males Who Pretend to Want to be Women have changed their dresses and used the power of Political Correctness to deploy the Force of Law to attack men by attacking what they care about most:

Their daughters, wives, mothers, sisters, aunties, cousins, and grandmothers. 

There has never been not one transgender person who has ever had a problem finding a bathroom. Ever. Never ever. That is the truth of the matter.

Truth does not matter to terrorists. 

What matters to them is power and they don't care what lie they have to tell or who they have to manipulate to get it, they'll say it and they'll do it — even if it means reaching into the highest office of the land for a dupe.

When the sitting president of the United States pushed the transgender agenda down the throats of its citizens without asking them what they thought — that is, without debate and by decree just like a dictator would do — that is when real men said enough.

Thank goodness we got a real man to rescind those Federal guidelines and let individual communities make up their own minds about how they wanted to handle it.

Both Trump and the men who fought against the Bathroom Dictate were demonized by the Mainstream Media. Leading that charge was that venerable handmaiden of terror itself, the Crunk News Network.

But these fake transgender men aren't the only ones who hate men. 

Socialists, every member of ISIS, and most practitioners of Fundamental [insert any religion name here] who say they hate women with a fierce passion actually hate men worse. They control the men by holding their females hostage.

One crucial thing you have to understand is that these individuals and groups will come after any man who stands up for women. Here's why —

These are tried-and-true methods of war. 

Invading armies often rape women. Raping accomplishes three things. One: It leaves behind children with the DNA of the invading army. Two: It demoralizes the men. Three: Seeing their women hurt, the men get so mad they can't think straight making them easier to subdue.

The Obama decree was seen for what it actually was. Not as protections for those who truly are what God made them, but as legal protection for sexual predators who get their jollies from threatening women.

The three videos below are part of a larger panel on the subject of this mass hysteria for support of these fake transgender men and the real reason behind. You will enjoy.

Wednesday, August 16, 2017

Hump Day Quickie: The Caring and their Acolytes

"See how pretty I am? I'm prettier than you. That means I care so, so, so much more than you and because I care so, so, so much more than you that means I'm right and you are wrong. See all the little followers I've got? They want to be pretty like me, but they never will."

Where's the meetup point? Where's my sign? Where's my validation? Oink.

Tuesday, August 15, 2017

Jerk that knee when we feel you should, Trump Daddy, or else.

by Angela K. Durden
Technology inventor protecting creator's copyrights. Business writer, novelist, songwriter, and Citizen Journalist.

The old Gray Lady is whining again. This time the New York Times is taking the side of the — and this is very important to note — African-American CEO of Merck, a pharma company, against Donald "The Hammer" Trump. Oh, no. What did "The Hammer" do this time that would so tick off a CEO and make him resign from the American Manufacturing Council?

Frazier "announced through his company’s Twitter account that he was resigning from the president’s American Manufacturing Council in response to Mr. Trump’s refusal over the weekend to immediately and directly condemn the white supremacists and neo-Nazis carrying swastika flags in Charlottesville, Va.

That's right. Mr. Frazier, the CEO of an international Big Pharma conglomerate, who should understand the necessity of not acting with knee-jerk swiftness, condemned "The Hammer" for not acting with knee-jerk swiftness.

Google Search screenshot

Of course, to hear the Gray Lady tell the story, "The Hammer's" tweet response to Frazier's resignation actually tells the whole story behind the resignation. Let's begin with the headline, shall we? 

Question: What has that headline got to do with the reason Frazier resigned from the president's council? Nothing, that's what. But it does tell you all you need to know about the institution of Big Bidnezz and that those who are acting in ways they should not know that "The Hammer" knows what they are up to in cheatin', lyin', and general sneaky ways toward consumers.

The Gray Lady's columnist quoted Frazier when he said Trump was being awfully slow in condemning:
“America’s leaders must honor our fundamental values by clearly rejecting expressions of hatred, bigotry and group supremacy, which run counter to the American ideal that all people are created equal."

Just how slow was Trump?
Let's see, shall we?

8/12: Charlottesville attack.

8/12: Trump condemns those actions and any like them in Twitter-date-stamped tweet and televised response shared via Twitter. 

So, specifically what was Frazier unhappy about? That Trump didn't say the words "white supremacists" or "neo-Nazi"? 

That's what Frazier says he's unhappy about, but...

...I say that complaint is Frazier's version of yelling squirrel to a dog because Frazier and other CEOs daren't condemn black-on-black crime in Chicago. They daren't condemn Black Lives Matter, Black Panthers, and more who fall under the category of hatred, bigotry, and group supremacy by using intimidation and violence to get their way. Trump condemned all hate. They only wanted Trump to condemn white hate.

This "squirrel"-yelling is mostly to deflect...

...from what Trump knows about them, such as these tweets "The Hammer" threw out when Frazier resigned:

See? "The Hammer" knows what is really going on with these people when they start yelling.

When #FakeNews jumped on Frazier's Bandwagon of Righteousness, Trump didn't slow down:

And then you want to know what happened?

The Gray Lady admitted they were timing his responses: 

"Within minutes on Monday, Mr. Trump, in far less time than it took him to react to the violence in Charlottesville, was on Twitter criticizing Mr. Frazier."

One just has to laugh. Ha. Har-har-de-har-har. I am your

It's Drink O'Clock: Born Late '58

John Stossell Investigates: $2M Bathroom

by Angela K. Durden
Technology inventor protecting creator's copyrights. Business writer, novelist, songwriter, and Citizen Journalist.

Socialist agendas (government set-asides) and prevailing wages (unions). Got it.

Monday, August 14, 2017

Title Obscura, or "Who'll pick my 'maters?"

by Angela K. Durden
Technology inventor protecting creator's copyrights. Business writer, novelist, songwriter, and Citizen Journalist.

I, your Citizen Journalist, have a confession to make. Yes, I too allowed the Language of the Caring Socialist to creep into my daily use of language. For this I apologize and ask forgiveness. I shall not do that ever again because to do so simply hides ugly truths.

In other words, an undocumented worker is still a slave by any other name. Of all people, I should know about Title Obscura and how it is used to support slavery and other ugly truths masquerading as care.

Case in point

I was out and about one night recently, feeling pretty good while listening to live music, when what to my wandering ears do I hear a but the plaintive wail of what I identified as a Caring Socialist. Yes, it was a wail and yes, it was plaintive. This is no exaggeration on the part of a comedian columnist who takes liberal license with facts to entertain.

Of course, why would there be such a sound in a place where Jazz is being played, right? Jazz is supposed to make you feel good about being blue. The only thing wailing should be the horn and the singer, right?

My head whipped around to find the source of this impassioned wail because it was out of tune and out of sync with the overall vibe when what did my wandering eyes confirm but that it was a Socialist complaining that the price of his tomatoes was getting higher because undocumented workers — his word, not mine — were being kept from the fields:

"Oh, all those tomatoes rotting because nobody else will pick them!"  

The impassioned wail of the 'mater lovers

Now, this guy I happen to know. He would be the first to march in the streets to show how much he cares for a meat-eating animal's right to be vegan, a woman's right to kill her baby before the child is born, and the paying of a non-living wage to slaves so Massah can keep 'maters on his table.

Did I know this is how this guy and other caring Socialists think? Yes, I did. But hearing it against the great sounds of live music simply brought home the absolute uncaring nature of that class called "The Caring" and how even I, your Citizen Journalist, fell into the use of the Title Obscura.

I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me.

Sunday, August 13, 2017

The Original Kick Ass Version: One of the Boys

I'm. Just. One. Of. The. Boys.

Suicide (live)

Sunday Night Beer Run

Bottle Up and Go

Modernizing Hooker's licks gave George Thorogood a successful career and a spot in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.

Surfin'- Acoustic Demo

Young Brian Wilson was a musical genius and the Beach Boys harmonies were as tight as a mosquitos ass stretched around the rim of a 50 gallon barrel.

Ten Star Good: When I Go Away

I Love to Boogie/Jeepster (live)

Sunday Soliloquy: Flavors of Liberals

by Angela K. Durden

Google Search screen snip.

I've got this friend. Though we're poles apart on many things, she's a great friend. In other words, she's a Liberal.

My friend — I shall call her Elinor* — would never call herself a Socialist and, in truth, I don't think she is. She's definitely not a RadFem, and she believes in paying her own way. But still she is a Flaming Liberal.

Elinor tells the truth all the time. She's kind. She's helpful. Even when she says something negative about someone, it is always to try to find an excuse as to why they did that thing. There must be a good reason other than that person is evil, right? Maybe they just forgot or they are getting dementia. Whatever. But never because they are evil.

You see, Elinor is this wonderful woman with nary a dark corner in her heart, soul, or mind. So pure and full of light, she cannot imagine anyone with a dark corner. In her world, guns kill people.

Embedded as I was during childhood in the ways of The Dark Side (I knew people killed people in a variety of ways), when Elinor and I get together of course my discussion is full of the dark side of whatever we are talking about. Typically, Elinor's reactions follow these lines:

"Uh-uh. No WAYYY."

And "I just cannot beLEEEV that, Angela."

In response to a conversation we were having about genes, which eventually led to the bullying of females being done by men pretending to be a female stuck in a man's body desperately trying to escape, that is transgender, Elinor — who has no clue about and cannot conceive of anybody wanting to dress or act like a female if they weren't born that way — said the other night, "I just want people to be able to pee without getting hounded out of the bathroom."

Elinor meant it. It was that simple for her. She said it with the most sincerest compassion in her voice. I dropped the subject because that is when I realized her flavor of Liberal is called Good, as opposed to the Evil flavor we see in the news all the time.

Still, as Good as she is, Elinor makes decisions based upon incomplete data. Since she cannot conceive of Evil, she does not believe it can exist. In other words, for Elinor black swans can never be because she's only seen white ones all her life. Anything outside her experience simply will never be a reality.

Elinor is so sure Evil cannot exist that she refuses to even contemplate anything else. That's why the Elinor's of this world — good people all, the kind you want as neighbors and employees and friends and teachers — should not be the ones making the decisions for the rest of the world.

You see, no matter the flavor of Liberals, their thinking is extremely limited. In a world full of Evil, we don't need someone to make the rules based upon the thinking that only Good People Exist.

And we definitely don't need someone to make the rules based upon selfish longing and a thirst for power.

Neither extreme works and both extremes are Liberal. And yes, RINOs are in that group.

*Not her real name. Not even close. In fact, I chose as my friend's fake name my mother's first name and since I'm not writing about my mother, stop trying to figure out who "Elinor" really is.

Saturday, August 12, 2017

Running Back

Pub With No Beer

Coming Down

From the Case Files of Three Sheets to the Wind, or How to Dance with a Socialist.

by Angela K. Durden
Technology inventor protecting creator's copyrights. Business writer, novelist, songwriter, and Citizen Journalist.

Picture taken by my good friend and singer and piano player extraordinaire, Amy Alice Wilson.

So there I am. Found myself dancing with this fella who I quickly found out was more than a little drunk. To make matters worse, he had no rhythm whatsoever. So my feelings were already hurt because he was wasting my time. But you know what? Fine. The Chamblee Tuckers Band was good and what's the harm, so I kept on dancing.

His feet kept getting tangled up in mine and acting like it was all a goof and such fun. But then he really proceeded to make me mad. He tried to snatch my hat and swap it with his cap. Oh, hell to the nah! We wrestled for it for a few seconds because that was my hat and he had not asked permission. When I said no, that's when I knew he was a Socialist because he proceeded to say —

"Hey! It's the RULE! Yagottaswap."

By this time, we aren't dancing anymore. Onlookers might have thought we were having an intimate moment as I polished his belt buckle on the dance floor. Onlookers would've been wrong.

Trying to avoid his staggering feet, I leaned in real close, squeezed hard on fingers still gripping my hat, and I explained the wrongness of the concept of imminent domain — 

"You best let go of my hat or you will find yourself on the floor after I give you a beat down."

Still staring hard at him, he blinked a couple of times indicating he was processing the truthfulness and severity of my negotiating position concerning property rights. He let go and backed away. Nodding and, using big gestures, he drew a line between us and said, "Okay. I now know the line. I won't cross it." 

I acknowledged his understanding with a "Ya better!" and then he grabbed my hands and we were off to the races again. That is when my friend Amy took the picture above. But the fella was drunk and as he swung me around in a fashion I did not like, I tried to remove myself from his grip. But he said words that made me realize just how much of a Socialist he really was. He said — 

"Please don't let go. If you do, Immagonnafall."

I got one hand free, his eyes went big and scared, and he started to tilt backward at an alarming rate. I grabbed him and held him steady. He bobbed his head in a huge "Thankee kindly, Mum" that was fit for the Queen of England.

Later he wanted a picture with me and my two friends and him, but he kept missing the button to make his camera click until finally, with smiles plastered on our faces, I said — let's be more accurate, shall I? — I commanded — 

"Hit the damn button, fergodssake!"

Geez, I hate dancing with Socialists, but I am grateful for the stories they provide. 

Friday, August 11, 2017

Socialists' Fave Curmudgeon opens on Broadway.

by Angela K. Durden
Technology inventor protecting creator's copyrights. Business writer, novelist, songwriter, and Citizen Journalist.

Fellow ROTW columnist Kim D. wrote an article on May 2 of this year about Michael Moore's newest production on Broadway called "The Terms of My Surrender." reported on the ticket sales for the two previews — 

"'The Terms of My Surrender' ($199,041 for two previews) played to houses that averaged about 98% of capacity, pulling in audiences with a show that Moore promises will be an unpredictable mix of personal and political anecdotes, hot takes on the day’s news and, possibly, a jaunt or two outside the theater. We’ll see over the next few weeks if “Terms of My Surrender” can maintain the same level of audience interest, especially among the liberal demographic most likely to agree with Moore’s views on Trump..."

But are there enough Socialists to keep it going even for a limited run? Then again, maybe that's why it's a limited-run show. 

New York Times' Jesse Green
The New York Times reviewed the pseudo play. Usually I think of reviewers as jealous wannabees, those who can't do nor teach so they rip you a new one. But in this case I have to agree with Jesse Green when he wrote that even those who agree with Moore find that

"...his shtick has become disagreeable with age. 'The Terms of My Surrender,' which opened on Thursday at the Belasco, is a bit like being stuck at Thanksgiving dinner with a garrulous, self-regarding, time-sucking uncle. Gotta love him — but maybe let’s turn on the television."

In pointing out all the shortcomings of the one-man show by Socialists' favorite curmudgeon, columnist Jesse Green has inadvertently pointed out why Socialism never works. Such as these witticisms here —

"...'The Terms of My Surrender' is not organized well enough.... Certainly it falls short of offering seriously useful ideas about how individuals can make a difference.... Details are scant. Run for school board.... Be Rosa Parks. app....His tendency to cut factual corners to smooth the storytelling..." and"...affects a cute, common-man delivery...though the crowd at the Belasco, including a few shills, claps for almost all of the bait he tosses. Some toss bait back, including vulgar imprecations against the president that are hardly distinguishable from the cries of “Lock her up” that horrify us in other settings.

See? Jesse Green is brilliant. I wonder if he even knows why.

"What Does Your Name Mean in SpanglishdeshiChinoIndoLahsoApso?" and Other Clickbait Cons.

by Angela K. Durden
Technology inventor protecting creator's copyrights. Business writer, novelist, songwriter, and Citizen Journalist.

There was a time when I never once thought about reading user agreements and Terms of Service before I happily and merrily and oh-so-innocently clicked on links that by their very titles promised to entertain or inform.

Those times didn't last too long though as I learn fast. In other words, once bitten I became twice shy and as flashing ads blasted across my screen obliterating the very thing I came to see, or as I read the story associated with the headline only to find it was nonsense, yes, only then did I began to read the words in that little link that says


and which, upon clicking, leads one to massive amounts of mice-type legal disclaimers that crosses your eyes and allows them to own you and your children and your house and car, to dictate any future lunch dates with your spouse, and to take with your full knowledge all the data about your account including your personal contact information, your friends' personal contact information, and use it as they wish including selling it. 99.999999% of us blindly put a check in the box that we agree and that is when we

All get screwed, blewed, and tattooed.

Granted, in some instance there is nothing you can do about it. For instance, I am not giving up my iPhone and no, it isn't because I must have my precious Facebook handy at all times.

And yes, I read the entire legal disclaimers and terms of service Apple and AT&T provided. At least they did provide ways to opt out of certain features of which I did just so.

Because of its good design, my iPhone has made me money. And neither Apple nor my carrier AT&T spams me. They do their job and, as far as I'm concerned, we're good to go. But that is not the case when it comes to Internet advertising.

According to Karl Denninger of The Market Ticker, the Internet is consumed with "eyeballs", metrics such as daily active users and monthly active users. None of these properties care if you are either entertained or informed, and in fact they actively seek to blur the boundary between entertainment, opinion and fact, never mind intentionally dishonest or outrageous content. Why? Because doing so drives daily active users.
That's right, boys and girls, ladies and germs: Click Count is King and Eyeballs are the Court Jester. One way those are served is by —

The Inflammatory Headline 

I love a good headline. Regular readers of my columns know I work hard to entertain them in that small space. It takes a lot of work. I often come up with what I think is a great headline that will tie in with what I write, only to change it before publishing because the article body ended up providing a much better option. 

It is my hope that when you finish reading my articles you neither feel cheated or lied to in the promise the headline has made. 

If only Facebook and others felt the same.

Contrary to what Facebook, Google, carriers, OS, and all these others say about feeling the great weight of responsibility to make sure fake news is stopped, to otherwise halt clickbait, and put the double hexawhammajamma on known email spam servers, these tech giants actually make money from allowing all that to pass through the you, the consumer, the users.

They do not care one whit that the headlines lead you to a page that is full of bots trying to invade your computer. All they want is to keep their active user count up so they can get that penny from you clicking lying headlines and "Can You Pass This Test" links that lead you to "What Does Your Name Mean in SpanglishdeshiChinoIndoLahsoApso?" where you give up yourself and your friends for a little bit of fun.

Notice how we don't ask you to do that? Hmmmm? That's right. Because we aren't evil.

Wednesday, August 9, 2017

Darkness, Darkness

Al Gore Loves This Climate Change Line About the Book of Revelation

Who's Running the DPRK Twitter Account? Pyongyang Rose?

by Kim D.

Okay, I know we aren't in an active military conflict with North Korea, per se; however, with all the ramped up warmongering rhetoric coming from both countries, who knows what the future will bring.

The trash talking coming from the DPRK News Service is rather interesting. It's almost like the country is hell bent on pushing all the right buttons to provoke the Unites States - its leaders and people:

First the leaders:
Then the rest of us:

Kind of sounds like a catty chick keyboard warrioring, right?

Hump Day Quickie: Not allowed to participate

"You are now out of favor because you are a Christian! You are no longer allowed to participate."

Ya feeling the Bern now?

Tuesday, August 8, 2017

What did Glen Campbell and Bon Scott have in common?

They both could play bagpipes. Scott played it on AC/DC's It's a Long Way to the Top (if You Want to Rock and Roll). He took the instrument on tour and played it when the band performed the song. But alas, someone stole Bon's bagpipes. He reportedly was relieved as he hated playing the damn thing. Anyhow, let's listen to both men play the weapon of choice.

Wichita Lineman reaches end of the line at age 81

RIP Glen Campbell (April 22, 1936 – August 8, 2017)

The delusional media's latest Trump-ousting fantasy

Global Warming Gurus Go After Fido

by Kim D.

A new global warning study is circulating and advocating we think about our familial relationships with the cute and fluffy. That's right the climate change movement wouldn't be complete until pet lovers were shamed about the damage caused by the bookoodles of dangerous carbon dioxide emissions that they are encouraging.

How so, you ask?

According to UCLA professor Gregory Okin, the meaty diet we are feeding our pets is the same thing as driving over 13 million cars each year:
The number of dog- and cat-owning households is increasing in the US [8], and at the same time there is an increasing trend in the “humanization” of pets and pet products [2223]. As a possible consequence, there is a trend toward increasing meat quantity and quality in pet foods, which results in further increases in consumption of animal products by pets. There is evidence that this trend may continue as younger people are more likely to purchase premium pet food that includes more desirable cuts of meat [24]. Globally, the increasing pet ownership in developing countries [2526] may serve to increase the potential environmental impacts of pet dogs and cats.
Basically loving pets plus feeding them a meaty diet equals globally offensive poop.

Happy birthday, Patty

Today is the birthday of the beautiful and wonderful Patty @PerspicaciousXY

Happy Birthday, Kim D.

Today is our very own Kim D's  birthday. Be sure to tweet her sweet birthday wishes at @JBaileysMom

"Hey, can you bring me some Sweet & Low?"

by Angela K. Durden
Technology inventor protecting creator's copyrights. Business writer, novelist, songwriter, and Citizen Journalist.

I met a friend at a restaurant in Midtown Atlanta (specifically Poncey-Highland area, for those familiar with Atlanta). They brought my unsweetened tea. On the table were Stevia and raw sugar, neither of which my body can abide. So, I asked for some Sweet & Low.

First, the wait-person's breath stopped. Then his lip curled. Then his nose rose. And here it came.

He leaned over me and with all the righteousness his Politically Correct body could muster, I got preached to, fussed at, and a finger shook in my face as he intoned about how righteous and wonderful Stevia and raw sugar are for the body, the planet, and all those poor put-upon indigenous peoples in Third World Countries who harvest them, and Lo! how terrible I was to hurt the body the Universe gave me, destroy the planet for which I was responsible, and I was racist to boot!

Yes, I was not happy about that. 

But as a writer in general and a Citizen Journalist in practice will often do, who simply allow people to act as they will and watch closely so they can write about it later, I too put this into practice at that moment and committed the moment to memory.

Still, the little devil in me decided to have some fun with the P.C. Preacher, and so after he finished his sermonized diatribe I said, where everybody could hear: " you have Splenda? Equal's good, too."

Yeah, a head exploded, and the Right Reverend stomped off and refused to serve me again.

My food was delivered by a female Deacon and fairly thrown in front of me. I did not go back. (They are out of business because even their food was "sourced politically correct", that is, it was as tough and tasty as cardboard with rabbit food on top.)

But, you know what? That day, folks around me smiled. I do my little part where I can. 

Still, self-righteous pretentiousness is in vogue. Witness the latest in Brighton. A young man crowdfunded his restaurant from folks who lived in that fair city. Remember that because it will be important. He then proceeded to blame all of Brighton when it didn't become the super popular place of his dreams.

Yes, Douglas McMaster then went on to insult all of Brighton when he said:

“Brighton is not the right place for Silo. Brighton has been a beautiful three years of getting it wrong then getting it right and we’re doing well but I’ve had to dumb down what I do. Brighton does not have the contemporary food culture that’s needed for Silo."

All I wanted was lunch.

Then there was the day I went to a new hamburger joint. As soon as I walked in I thought "Oh, God. Here we go again."

At the counter, mind you, I ordered a hamburger, fries, and a drink and paid almost twenty-five dollars for the privilege of being handed a number for my table. The cashier/order taker did everything in their power to make me beg for information about their food.

The menu on the wall was so convoluted I didn't understand it. "Look," I finally said, "can't you just have those people back there cook me a hamburger and fries? Why are you making me work so hard to give you money?"

Sneering followed, but I handed over my money (how dumb am I?), took my number, and waited.

And waited. And waited. And effing effing waited.

I got up and asked where my food was.

Sneering again and a condescending "Others are waiting, too, you know."

Just as I was about to make a scene, my food was slid in front of me. I ate the damn food and then went to throw my trash away.

I stood in front of a dizzying array of multi-colored trash containers all with cryptic hieroglyphics as to where to throw my godda — okay, no effing cussing, Angela. I couldn't figure out where to throw my Politically Correct Sourced trash.

A sneering and condescending employee came up — I kid you not — and said, "Don't you KNOOOOOW what to do with your trash?"

I said, "Why, yes; yes I do." Then I walked back to the table and left it all there.

Sure. Yeah. That's the way to make a business grow and flourish. 

Monday, August 7, 2017

I'm So Good That I Don't Have To Brag

Planned Parenthood should take a lesson: Swedish Crepes and a "Lady" Server at the IHOP

by Angela K. Durden
Technology inventor protecting creator's copyrights. Business writer, novelist, songwriter, and Citizen Journalist.

Planned Parenthood pushes radical agenda as if we're all stupid. After getting caught with their hands in the "baby parts for sale" till, they have the gall to release guidelines on how to talk to your child so they can determine their own sex.

Granted, super-sensitive Democratic Socialist Progressives need these guidelines, but the rest of us don't. Here's how most folks handle these situations.

I once went into an IHOP (International House of Pancakes) and was waited on by a person who physically looked like a man but who walked like a woman (the hip swing was to die for) and who was dressed as a woman down to the earrings, makeup including a killer lipstick shade, and hairstyle.

Even his voice was manly, though his inflection was purely female. He was not faking it. His mind and his genes were female. His body just came out with other parts. Purely a mechanical issue but one that could not get fixed unless one has a lot of money which he clearly did not have and wasn't about to get on his IHOP tips.

It was around 3:00 AM, and I couldn't sleep, so I took my computer and did some editing over some coffee and Swedish Crepes. Man oh man, they were good.

I was the only customer at this time and so got a front row seat to a loud conversation between my "lady" server and a male server and a male cook.

The only thing I remember from that conversation is what my server said about his situation and how his family and friends handled it:

Look, my mama knowed I was a lady. My daddy knowed I was a lady. My friends knowed I was a lady. But I din't knowed I was a lady. Everybody knowed I was a lady before I knowed I was a lady. But now I knows I a lady. Snap!

 See? Family and friends handled it just fine. They aren't stupid. They were loving and kind. And me? Like a well-mannered stranger should, I edited, ate, paid my bill, and left. I didn't stare. I didn't ask questions. I didn't frown.

And that, Planned Parenthood, is how the vast majority of folks handle the situation.

Bob Ross Estate Unhappy with Steven Crowder

Kim D.

Yep, I'm a huge Louder with Crowder fan . . . for many reasons, but at the top of the list would be that Steven is hilarious.  For those unaware, Crowder joined the CRTV months ago and has been pumping out weekday shows.  As a teaser, he always uploads Thursday's live show to Facebook and YouTube for free viewing.

Steven's lawyer joined him this past Thursday to discuss recent communications received from lawyers representing the Bob Ross Estate. In a bogus claim, basically the estate is saying Crowder's parody of Bob Ross is a trademark violation and is insisting this practice stop. It appears that the impersonations, especially ones depicting Mohammad are deplorable.

In response, Steven decided to do another parody which will leave you in stitches.  Warning: no eating or drinking while watching the clip below.

Judge Jeanine Asks: Why do we let them get away with it?

No, Seriously . . . Barack Obama Day Is Now a Holiday

by Kim D.
According to the above news source, this year Barack Obama got an extra present on his 56th birthday - a holiday. Illinois Governor Bruce Rauner made it official this past Friday. Hence from this date forward, August 4th will be deemed Barack Obama Day.  Well, it will in Illinois at least. 

The bill declares that Barack Obama Day will "observed throughout the State as a day set apart to honor the 44th President of the United States of America who began his career serving the People of Illinois in both the Illinois State Senate and the United States Senate, and dedicated his life to protecting the rights of Americans and building bridges across communities."

Unfortunately, this holiday is only a commemorative one. Kids will have to go to school and workplaces will not close to honor the 44th president each year. 

Hidden Democrat-Nazi Ties? D'Souza Calls It the Big Lie

Good Morning: Drivers on the Phone

Sunday, August 6, 2017

Ain't Going Down This Time

In the Still of the Night

No pain, no gain: Silos and Socialists

by Angela K. Durden
Technology inventor protecting creator's copyrights. Business writer, novelist, songwriter, and Citizen Journalist.

All social media are simply companies trying to keep eyeballs on their silo in order to attract paying advertisers. In other words, you are the corn they hope the cows will want.

To keep you there, they redesign interfaces and change how they work, changes which often screw with very corn they want to keep. They change APIs so that companies servicing mutual customers have difficulty connecting if that connect has potential to take the corn to another silo.

After that add the scatter shot, please-God-this-time-let-it-work posts that are badly written and poorly aimed, and you then can begin to wonder how it is anybody sees anything at all on these here worldwide Internets.

Next, throw in the PC-Socialist-We-Know-What's-Best-For-You corporate manipulations of post notifications — especially if those posts are from or are connected to any black-listed phrases, words, people, images, sites, or topics they have prohibited by dictate.

Case in point. 

I was looking for an image to illustrate this article using the theme of "no pain, no gain" and went to Google. But all the images I saw were the same old thing. Images of hard bodies beautifully lit pushing the corporate-spreadsheet-driven narrative that painful exercise is good for you but only when you pay big bucks for it.

I go back to redo the search when I notice —

"Report Inappropriate Predictions"?

What the hell did Google/Alphabet mean by inappropriate? And who would I report that to?

You don't even have to ask. I'm way ahead of you on this. Of course I clicked it. I am Citizen Journalist, after all. Here's what came up —


Hateful? Sexually explicit? Violent? Dangerous and harmful activity? How does one report those? What happens then? 

I clicked the Legal Help page link which led me to Lumen Database.

The help page belied its name as it seemed more self-serving than helpful. In other words, Google/Alphabet affirmed over and over their methods were transparent and blah, blah, blah. On the other hand, the Lumen Database was very informative and fun, too.

Still, hateful, sexually explicit, violent, dangerous, and harmful are all adjectives subject to the eye of the beholder. 

For instance, one person's sexually explicit is another person's regular Saturday night. One's hateful is another's righteous dogma, and so forth. Right? Am I lying? I am not.

In other words, the categories above are all based on an opinion, a viewpoint.

Now, Google promises they will only take action if a law is broken, but ask me how much I believe that from them? Go on. Ask me!

"Angela, how much do you believe Google?"

Thank you for asking. I appreciate that. 

Answer: Not at all. 

The Moth & The Flame "Red Flag"

Road Trip Talk with the RNC

by Kim D.

Setting: Traveling by car from Texas to South Carolina. Bluetooth shows an incoming call. As I tap the screen to accept the call from an 800 number, my gut feeling is I will regret accepting it. I was wrong.

Me:  Hello.

Lady from RNC: Good afternoon. My name is "redacted" and I am calling from the Republican National Committee. Let me first state that this call is being recorded for quality assurance purposes. As you know the Republicans in Congress are fighting a battle with obstructionist Democrats. We need your support and help more than ever.  Today we are asking that you please commit to a $75 donation to the Republican Party. Can we count on you?

Me:  You seem like a lovely person and my response is in no way directed at you personally.  Please confirm again that this conversation is being recorded.

Lady from RNC: Yes it is but . . .

Me:  Good. Please pass my thoughts on to the higher ups in your organization.  You asked for my support in 2010 to repeal Obamacare. I gave it with dollars and my vote. You took the support, won the House and did nothing. Then you asked again in 2012 with a renewed promise.  I gave again.  In 2014, you declared if you had the House and Senate, you could take action to repeal Obamacare. I gave money and pulled a lever for you, and you won again. This time the Senate. Yet, you did nothing.  In this past election, you swore with the House, Senate, and the White House, Obamacare would finally be repealed.

Lady from RNC: Excuse me ma'am but . . . 

Me:  No, you see, that's the problem . . . there are no more excuses.  Never once did I hear anyone say the goal of the Republican Party was to repeal and replace Obamacare.  The promise all along has been to repeal a law that was rammed down our throats, hell bent on destroying our current health care system and intent on pushing Americans into a single-payer system.

Lady from RNC: But . . . 

Me:  My answer to your donation request is  . . .  no  . . . which will also translate to future votes unless Obamacare is repealed. Not replaced. Repealed. It is time for the Republican Party to support and help the people who put them in power. It is time to act on promises repeatedly made. When you've accomplished your promises, feel free to call back to renew my support and help which I will give.

Lady from RNC: (sigh)

Me:  Thank you and have a nice day. (click).

Even geniuses can't be right all the time, or How Einstein got it wrong.

by Angela K. Durden

I'm going on record as saying Einstein was wrong when he said

Sure, by all accounts ol' Albert was a great guy. And smart, too. He hated war. But you know, Einstein and his family fled Germany in 1933 because this fellow by the name of Hitler decided to do what he did.

Einstein decided to speak up against Fascism in 1933 by hying himself and his family off to a country where, and I quote him verbatim, "political freedom, tolerance, and equality of all citizens reign."

Where did Einstein go?
Not Russia.
Not Italy.
Definitely not France.
Einstein was not a stupid man, so...

He came to America. 

Lots of bumper stickers are sold with that first sentence of Einstein's quoted. Makes them feel good. But evil cannot be stopped with a bumper sticker, and don't forget it.

Like a lot of kindly and softhearted folks often do, Einstein forgot that the reason he could sleep easy at night in the U.S. was because the country had strong borders they were willing to defend with something more than a good attitude, wishes, and peace slogans.

The reason the U.S. could defend properly is that they prepared. The U.S. did not want to start a war, but damn they sure didn't want to get caught flat-footed like Britain and France and Poland.

And when it came to stopping war, Truman pulled the trigger on the very thing that stopped Japanese aggression cold and saved many more lives. At that time the war ended and the emperor admitted — to the dismay of the Japanese citizens — he was not God or even a god.

The same people who put this bumper sticker on their car are the same ones that — I double guar-OH-damn-TEE — have security systems on their cars and homes and businesses because they are preparing for bad guys to come and take their stuff and kill them and yet they do not see the difference.

Thank goodness others do know the value of preparation to meet evil.

Friday, August 4, 2017

Terminator Lite? Go change your underwear and read this.

by Angela K. Durden
Technology inventor protecting creator's copyrights. Business writer, novelist, songwriter, and Citizen Journalist.

Oh, for God's sake, users of Facebook and Linkedin and Twitter: Terminator Lite didn't just get shut down. Now, go change your underwear and get a grip.

Facebook wanted to get this artificial intelligence program to talk to humans. They failed to tell the program that's what they wanted. The program followed all the other parameters and became extremely efficient in the handling of customer service issues, but human language was inefficient for the program and, in accordance with built-in ability to do so, began communicating in shorthand code, or what is has been called a new language.

This is not a new thing. Programmers have known of this ability to create new language for ages and ages. Anyway, Facebook shut down the program until they could rejigger the parameters and start the experiment up again. 

But the Internet melted down with headlines about SkyNet and the Terminator and O. M. Fricki' G., the end of mankind being averted by Facebook pulling the plug. Yay, Facebook, for saving mankind. Here's a thumbs up for you:  

However, here's the bigger part of this story that everybody is missing.

Have you asked yourself why Facebook is trying to make an artificial intelligence program that can talk to humans? 

I will tell you why.

Because Facebook, one of if not the biggest Politically Correct Liberal Left Wing Socialist-agenda-supporting companies on the planet, is trying to find out how to outsource Customer Service to robots and away from the very humans they claim to love so much. 

Those would include the humans in India and Indonesia and all those other not-quite-first-world and some-definite-third-world countries where they are already earning pitiful amounts of money.

Ain't that a kick in the pants. 

But hey, who are we to call Facebook hypocrites? 

A band having fun performing a great song

Double Dip: I Fought the Law

The song was written in 1958 by Sonny Curtis, and recorded in 1959 when he joined the Crickets, taking the place of the late Buddy Holly on guitar. Joe B. Mauldin and Jerry Allison continued their positions on the standup bass and drums, respectively, while Earl Sinks filled the role for vocals. The song was on their 1960 LP, In Style with the Crickets, and the following year appeared as the b-side of their single, "A Sweet Love". The song never received any airplay. Milwaukee's Paul Stefen and the Royal Lancers covered the song in 1962; it provided them with a local hit, but it never made the national charts.[1] In 1964, Sammy Masters recorded his cover of the song. That same year, the song was recorded by Bobby Fuller and his band on his own Exeter label in El Paso, which solidified the band's popularity in the West Texas area with one of his biggest local hits.

The Gold Standard Version

Ten Star Good: Sausalito Summernight

It's Drink O'Clock Thirty: Mamy Blue

It's Drink O'Clock: In The Beginning (There Was Rock 'n' Roll)

He's Just a Gigolo, or The Result of the Psychosis of Political Correctness

by Angela K. Durden
Technology inventor protecting creator's copyrights. Business writer, novelist, songwriter, and Citizen Journalist.

Word of warning: The psychosis has spread worldwide. But let's study a microcosm for a moment.  

Swedish women. Tall. Lithe. Blonde. Playful. Ready to spread her legs at the drop of any trow, right?
Google search screen snip of "Swedish Women".

Yes, many a man's dream least, so I've been told by certain men who said I was a frigid bitch because when they unbuckle I wouldn't service their junk that was, according to them, the most awesome set of family jewels anybody has ever seen ever. Further, they sneer, they never have a problem with getting any because who just wouldn't want to jump all over this?

Well, I know awesome when I see it, and usually their's isn't, but that's another story I bet I'll work it into one of my novels and have a ball with (pun not intended, but since it is here and fits so well, I will leave it). You just wait and see. However, let's get back to the microcosm of Swedish women, Sweden's general PC Psychosis, and the fallout from it because this is the reality in Sweden:

So who profits? 

Reports show there are quite a few of these female Swedes who are predators only sponsoring Sweden's immigration policies for "children" so they can import their own sex slaves. Others sponsor the policies because they are part of the PC Psychosis in that country.

"What?" you ask. "Angela, please tell me you care about the children and aren't saying the money shouldn't help the children?"

I answer to you, "Of course I care about the children. It's the grown-ass men saying they are children I have a problem with." Watch this video to see just how deep that psychotic rabbit hole is going.

Housing Shortages

Liberal Snowflakes, RINOs, other Democratic Socialist Progressives, and both Swedish women and their cuckolded men, use words like caring, children, homeless, and racist to shut down any discussion about facts. Could it be said that the sexual needs of Swedish women are leading to a housing shortage in Sweden? Hmmm...just watch this.

Increase of rapes

And, of course, there is the massive increase in the rape of Swedish women and children. Remember Lara Logan, the reporter who got raped in Egypt? Yes, it's that same thinking these sponsored fake children bring to Sweden. Remind yourself here at this interview of Lara by 60 Minutes:

Political Correctness Kills.

Did you heed the word of warning? Let me repeat it: The psychosis has spread worldwide. 
Real men and real women will protect the truly innocent, weak, and helpless. Speak up against the nutcases where you can. Do not support policies that promote evil. 

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