F$*$ Free Stuff

by Kim D.

I know someone told me at a young age, "Baby there ain't nothing for free that's worth a damn." Probably my grandmother - sounds just like something she would have said.  I must have listened because I've typically found this advice golden.  Or maybe as I get older the more cynical I become. S0 fuck (or G-rated "fudge") free - it simply isn't worth a damn  (daggum) is what I'll pass along to my son and hope he listens as well.

Free healthcare! Free college! Free jobs! Free rent!  It's the Progressive mantra:  Free shit for everyone! To accept this notion first we would have to acknowledge that services like these are not free.  To pay for free stuff, government would have to confiscate funds via taxes to take a stab at covering the cost. For people who aren't used to paying a lot of tax, this doesn't seem to be a big deal. Or it won't until it hits their pocketbooks as it absolutely must to generate the money needed to fund all things "free."

Per National Review, 

Taking all of these proposals together, Democrats would increase federal spending by around $40 trillion over the next ten years. To put that in perspective, the federal government will take in approximately $3.3 trillion in taxes this year [2018] and spend $4.1 trillion.

But there's an even larger problem with this than wealth confiscation - once we agree to let government handle all costs for us, it becomes the purchaser of our free shit. Freedom to make healthcare, college, job, or living choices becomes even more limited with only the most wealthiest among us escaping the majority of restrictions.  Presumably they still will have some funds leftover to afford the doctor they want to see and the private schools they want their children to attend.  They would have no need for a guaranteed government job paying a living wage and most likely can keep at least one mansion.

For the young Socialists who have been groomed to aggressively push for that Utopian society where we all collectively contribute for everyone's needs (and save the Earth in the next 12 years), gather all your friends and try this simple test.  Sit in a circle and then look to the friend on the left and then to the one on the right.  Do you completely trust both with your health and economic well being?  Do you trust them with your boyfriend or girlfriend? Do you trust them not to drink the last sip of milk in your fridge?  If you can't answer unquestionably yes to all of these questions, then wake up. Human nature has never allowed such "you can trust me" behavior and it never will.

Don't think for a second that you will actually like the benefits of your free stuff nor will this Utopian society make you a more productive and happier adult. Take the case of Joe who touts the benefits of his free tuition:

Medical student Joe Babinski believes free tuition will help him to become a better doctor, because he “can focus on learning the medicine and being good at it,” instead of having to work through school. https://t.co/VJdd3v79Rc pic.twitter.com/OBcPIq7mK0

— 60 Minutes (@60Minutes) April 7, 2019

Human nature strikes again - not "working" or having skin in the game doesn't make one better. On the contrary, free things aren't worth a damn and walks one down a dangerous road. What makes Joe think he can reap the reward as a doctor, who will essentially be working for the government, for a living wage?

Guns, Cars, and USSR serial killers.

At it again...all for you. 

by Angela K. Durden
The Most Brilliant Woman in the World

Mostly I do not engage with those on social media when I see it will be a clusterf---...ummm...I mean when I know a bunch of liberal pussies will pile on with copy-and-paste me-too commentary that all ends with "you're just stupid."

But then there are those times I do. And this most recent school shooting, running commentary of which I had vowed to stay out, finally could no longer be ignored.

I could no longer keep my mouth shut because a video started going around wherein...


I'm sorry, Dear Reader, you want me to share the video with you? Hmmmm...Oh, totally. I'll be happy to...Yes, yes, let me go find it for ya...Of course. After all I am...That's right! I am Citizen Journalist and...Why, thank you for your kind words. Hang on just one sec let me get those collateral pieces for you...AND WE'RE BACK! 


Here is the boy's picture. If you watch the video — here is the link to #CrunkNewsNetwork video — you will note this young man is either wanting to be the next MLK Jr., or he's running for office. He has the cadence, the moves, the rhetoric. Yes, he's got the look of a P-HWPCDLRSFC* sharing FLOTSAM** we are too stupid to understand ourselves.

Screensnip from #CrunkNewsNetwork

So, there I was, quietly ignoring Fakebook ramblings...

...when I could no longer ignore "my friends" on Bacefook and decided to stir the pot a bit. Here are three things that got their panties in a bunch.

"Andy, you do realize, don't you, that anybody can get anything they want illegally and that no law would have stopped him. I say this because there are laws that say it is wrong to murder, yet did that law stop that boy or any other person who has done these deeds? It did not. Laws have no power to stop the evil person."

Now, Andy agreed that laws cannot stop anybody who wants to do it, but he went on to say that the shooting was all the fault of the gun lobby. Then he went on to point out in a perfectly logical fashion the breakdown in the FBI's response pattern that let the identified future shooter get this far and we should make laws about that. My response was:

"My dear Andy, it is obvious you care. But more laws do not solve the very problems you mentioned. It is the execution of perfectly fine, strong, and robust laws already on the books that is flawed. Of course, there are reasons for that happening, too, and let me tell you, it has everything to do with The Deep State's need to control the populace. How do they do that? Take away freedoms one by one. Ability of an armed populace to defend against a tyrannical government isn't the only freedom under attack. Do not be fooled in this at all.

"Look, what you and others are advocating is equivalent to a man who takes his puppy out to the middle of the street and guts it. All the people who see it are horrified. Then somebody says, 'We need to pass a law that will limit puppies from ever getting made again because otherwise look what happens when puppies get in the hands of...'

"No more puppies? But what about the kiddies who want a puppy? And some do-gooder says, "But the puppy will get eviscerated so NO, you can't have one."

"Your arguments do not correlate to reality and ignore the concepts of freedom."

This is when Lori jumped in to defend Andy.

She said I was totally wrong and Andy was totally right and maybe I should get my head out of my...

NO! Lori didn't say that...exactly. Lori is a fine woman and she merely hinted at that extraction action with the words, "We may disagree but you are wrong."

My response to Lori — which response, by the by, will be the last I make on that thread — was this:

"Lori, gun manufacturers carry no more blame for school shootings than car manufacturers do for the driver that runs over her spouse six times when she catches him coming out of a hotel with another woman.

"School shootings are not the problem, they are a symptom of a larger cause.

"Interesting point that correlates: During the USSR's heyday, the country claimed to the world they had no crime. That was simply a PR stunt on their part. You know, selling the world on the awesomeness that was Communism. And a lot of the world bought it. But those who did not believe the propaganda knew the lies when they saw it. They knew them because their eyes were open to all the facts.

"For instance, among rapes, everyday murders, domestic violence, theft, drugs, the Black Market, etc., we now know the USSR had one of the most prolific serial killers of all time that terrorized the rail routes for years. They HID the crimes until finally the general populace rose up and demanded they find the perp. Their young daughters' bodies were being found littered in the woods like so much trash. This was not right. Do something.

"But the authorities couldn't find the guy. So, where could they get help to do it? Why, the US had this thing called the FBI's Behavioral Unit.

"But to get the help to stop the perp, the USSR would have to admit they had crime. This they would not do and the killings went on until finally the general populace could no longer be ignored and the FBI was brought in to advise on what to look for, how to process crime scenes in order to find him, and so forth.

"The man was caught. Those killings stopped.

"Therefore, if you think of the anti-gun lobby as a PR stunt on the part of the Deep State that is meant to control the general populace's perception of what the real problem is in order to weaken them in submission and take away their freedoms, then you won't fall so fast for their lies."

I daresay all of that will go right over their heads.

But there are reasons they call me The Most Brilliant Woman in the World. And one of reasons is that I know when to stop beating my head up against a brick wall...or at least take a break from it.

Citizen Journalist.  Novelist. Author of other stuff. 

Business writer.  Songwriter.  Protecting creator's copyrights. 

* P-HWPCDLRSFC is Pussy-Hat Wearing Politically Correct Democrat Liberal RINO Socialist Fascist Commies
** FLOTSAM: For Liberal Opinion That is Serious and Actually Matters

Self-driving cars are a Socialist Fascist Commie invention.

White vehicle on right belongs to ex who
loved his Friday Night Drags.

by Angela K. Durden


Money.CNN.com writer Matt McFarland reports that automated car washes are a nightmare for self-driving cars.

See, it's the random speck of water residue on a sensor that will cause the damn things to crash. Also, while using the vehicle, God forbid any dirt, smashed bugs, and bird droppings come flying toward the sensors.

Because a random speck of soap film on a sensor will cause the damn things to crash, too, the vehicles must be hand washed, doncha know, and then their sensors cleaned with — what does Toyota use? — rubbing alcohol and microfiber clothes. (Avis is mum on their sensor-cleaning secret.)

All of which tells us two things. One: We can't safely ride in these things when it rains or snows, or until all insects are contained and birds take to trailing poo catchers behind them.

Two: New business opportunities will arise for companies to clean self-driving fleets leading to massive building of robots, or hiring of humans which will lead to claims of slavery because of low wages and them being forced to buy at the company store.

Mud bogging is totally out with self-driving machinery as is amateur Friday Night Drags at the local racetrack and selling cars based on how fast they can take that mountain curve. (Professional driver on closed course, do not attempt this yourself: HAHAHAHA! Yeah, right!)

Who wants to give up having their hands on the wheels of these?

Or these?

Can't you see what is missing in the experience with these robot vehicles? 

It has always been the human interaction with the machine that makes vehicles so much fun. Which is why we know Socialist Fascist Commies invented these boring vehicles.

You see, Socialist Fascist Commies around the world always play at capitalism, but everything they touch is so inefficient and boring as to be laughable. From transportation to distribution of goods to housing to feeding their entire countries, Socialist Fascist Commies suck.

Sure, they can build a great machine, but the weak point is always silly. Water? Soap? Bugs? Poo? Aren't these simply the most basic things in our world? You would think somebody would've said, "Well, what happens when a wet, muddy dog shakes itself dry then takes a whiz and misses the tire hitting the sensor and leaves spots on it?"

I would've asked that, but that's because at one time I lived in the country and I saw these real-world things.

And now we hear that self-driving cars are being programmed to decide who will die in a crash?

Do you see now? Self-driving cars are a Socialist Fascist Commie invention.

Citizen Journalist.  Novelist. Author of other stuff. 

Business writer.  Songwriter.  Protecting creator's copyrights. 

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. 

Tetherball: How I had my first brush with Socialism.

by Angela K. Durden

Sixth Grade. East Point, Georgia. Church Street Elementary. The year was...well, never mind. Suffice it to say, me and Socialism have never gotten along. In one way or another since then, I've fought against it with vigor. Here's the story of my first brush with it. 

This is a picture of kids playing tetherball
somewhere in 1973 Texas. [Source: Wiki Commons]

Miss Chapman introduces the class to this new sport called tetherball. A ball on a rope is attached to a pole. Two people smack the ball in opposing directions, each attempting to wrap the rope around the pole until there is no more rope left. That person is then declared the winner of that match. 

Miss Chapman tells us that whoever wins the match will play until he loses. Simple enough. Sounded fair. Everybody agreed it was an awesome concept. One-on-one play. Mano y mano. 

You will have to read Twinkle, a memoir to discover why I was always the new girl in class; this year was no different. It had been a tougher than normal year at home. 5th Grade had been most horrendous. We had moved yet again. And Mother was in the process of leaving forever her abusive second husband for about the gabillionth time only to return two days later because she missed him so very much. Unneeded drama was nonstop. I was mad. 

Little wonder I took joy where I could find it. 

So there I am. Taking joy waiting my turn to test myself one-to-one against an individual. I step up and within just a few smacks of the ball, I had won the match. Yay! Bring on the next contestant. 

I won again. So far, the record was three wins in a row. Up steps the next and I win again making me and a boy tied for first place in consecutive wins.

So far, so good. I continue to beat the pants off everybody that stepped up. I was fierce but ladylike. That is, I hit that ball like a gladiator, but my dress never raised enough to show my panties. After beating well over half the class, I was vaguely aware applause had stopped. Everything around me got still as I won yet again and our teacher stepped toward me. 

Miss Chapman, a wonderful teacher I dearly loved, then spoke. "Angela, you've won enough. It's time to let somebody else win." My fellow students nodded their heads in agreement. I looked from them to the teacher. 

And thus began my first brush with Socialism. 

My response was swift. Horrified and more than a little bit disappointed, I yelled, "You want me to lose on purpose?" 

Miss Chapman, bless her heart, did not want that. But she had a group of malcontents getting ready to riot because it just wasn't fair that Angela was winning so much. If Angela could simply cede the throne her problem would be solved and everybody else could have a turn. Make it all equal. Nobody gets hurt.   

Now furious, I said, "Everybody is playing! You said winner plays until they lose. I can't help it they don't know how to play the game. Let them beat me. You want me to quit?"

I was beyond furious. She saw this conversation was not going to get better and she pretty much ordered me to step away from the pole. Which I did, but not happily, and I refused to ever play that game with them again.

Mind your manners. Comprende?

by Angela K. Durden 


Uh, oh. Got unfriended on the Facebooks. 

I posted this graphic using the social media titan's new color-block-with-art-thingy they've been using to distract our attention from the fact they are manipulating our feed as per their own intentions to rule the world because they care so much and are much smarter than the collected wisdom of the masses. 

But since I know that's their intention, I am not distracted and am using it to speak to power...and sometimes to idiots. 

So, anyway, there I am. Posting this with not one mention of any political person in sight and what happens? 

This fellow, a brave Socialist by all accounts, by the name of B— S— (his real initials, I swear I am not lying!), and nicknamed Drive-By Sunshine S— by another, was the first one to comment and he says:

"It is now official. You are an idiot."

I took umbrage at this comment because, though it wasn't the first time he's insulted me, it is the first time he's come to my timeline and done it. I then commented to him in my best written Mama's voice:

"Call me names on your timeline all you want, but when you come to my timeline, you best mind your manners. Comprende?

And just like that — boom, shakalaka — he took his guitar and his cowboy hat and and his somewhat famous name and his Socialist ways and he left my company.

I cannot say I am sorry in the least. But let's not dwell on the negatives of this man because, in point of fact, I believe there is hope for him yet. 

You see, he can take a hint.

That means at least he is not brain-dead and something upstairs is percolating. And where there is percolating, there is movement. Where there is movement, there is life. Where there is life, there is hope. 

And hope is all we have. 

Of course, within two months he will have forgotten he got mad and unfriended me and he'll be asking to friend me again because we are in the music business and it's not like he can forever afford to cut off his own nose to spite his face.

And I'll smile and say, "Sure, baby. We can be friends again."

You see how patient I am? I know. I amaze me sometimes. 

😉 or ;-)

Take your pick.
I'm good with your choice. 

Weasel Words: Advertising and Socialism

by Angela K. Durden 

May. Might.
Can. Could.
If. Then.

Advertisers of products appreciate the power of the Weasel Word. Of necessity, they cannot claim their product will always work for everybody the exact same way because there's one thing advertisers of products understand better than anybody:

There are no limits to what stupid can accomplish.
There are no limits to what attorneys for the stupid will sue for.

Then there are those who make products that will never work. Here is where you will find Weasel Words surrounded by big promises, and always followed by a fuzzy mice-type declarative. For instance:

GIANT FLASHY PROMISE ON SCREEN.
GET IT NOW! GET IT NOW!
DON'T WAIT!

YOUR EXPERIENCE MAY NOT BE THE SAME AS WE ARE CLAIMING IN OUR BIG PRINT. IF YOU LIVE IN ANY STATE WITH AN A IN ITS NAME, HAVE A MOTHER-IN-LAW, HAVE EVER BEEN DIVORCED, HAVE CHILDREN, OWN A CAR, ARE IN DEBT, AND IF WE CAN IN ANY OTHER WAY PROVE YOU DISQUALIFY FOR OUR WARRANTY, WE WILL DOUBLE-GUAR-O-DAMN-TEE YOU WILL GET SCREWED BY US.

But Socialists have taken the weasel word to the extreme. As in these Weasel Words in an article in The Globalist as trotted out again by Salon, here summarized by me —

Allegations abound that these actions by Trump are absolute proof of the president becoming a dictator and setting up of an authoritarian regime: 

Redundant personal being let go, fired, dismissed from “top” positions.

Few, if any, new hires for those “top” redundant positions.

Bloated budgets being cut.

Calling idiots the judges who work against the best interests of the country.

Firing employees of the Federal Government who refuse to do their jobs and in that refusal put citizens’ safety at stake.

Firing employees who will not meet with the boss to answer hard questions about what they’ve been doing in their jobs.

Firing employees so-loyal to their previous boss that they cannot do their jobs properly, including so-called watchdogs obviously snarling at the boss and letting the bad guys in.

Hiring employees who share a common vision to keep safe the country and its citizens.

Questioning (to confirm) legal authority by government agencies (ex: OGE, IRS, CIA, FBI, NSA) so they do not overstep their bounds.

Of course, says The Globalist, President Trump is doing all this with “ruthless determination” as he “systematically undermin[es]” any law agency that could check abuse of power for personal gain by him and his cronies.

All waivers are bad, Socialists say, except when we agree with them or when we do it.

Going public against us, Socialists say, is bad, bad, bad. 

Of course, if Trump was really setting up a dictatorship/authoritarian regime, this site would not exist. Nor this document. Among many others. 

Draining swamps is dirty business. Gators and skeeters and other such bloodsuckers do not easily give up their mud holes so easily; they will fight to the death and they will use all weapons at their disposal against the contractor hired for the job. 

See? Not one weasel word in the above paragraph. 

Socialist public schools punish victims, reward bullies

By Angela Durden

My daughter called me. Seems her son, a fifth grader, was attacked by a boy in his class. The boy had been doing stuff all year to my grandson. My grandson — who is a lot like his father, uncle, grandmother, great grandfather, and great-great grandfather — is a lover, not a fighter.

That is, he comes from a long line of peace-loving people who go out of their way to avoid conflicts chuckleheads like to chase.

But at the end of this school year the chucklehead in question was not to be avoided any longer. First he hit my grandson, then opened a pair of scissors and threw them forcefully at my grandson. 

And that, according to my grandson, is when "I pounded on him and I won."

My grand got two days in-school suspension. The principal said it was because he was fighting. (His version of the story corroborates everything my daughter told me about her conversation with the principal.)

I don't like that. But I hear about and read stories of this all the time. In public schools the victims who defend themselves get punished most. 

This is wrong. I will repeat that: That is wrong.

My grandson's parents didn't agree with his punishment either, but neither spoke up. They each told him privately he did the right thing, but then they weren't in his corner against bad policy. Frankly, I couldn't believe it and told my daughter so. 

"Nothing we can do about it," said she. 

They don't see the end result of this inaction on their part. They supported the bully over the victim whether they think so or not. They supported a socialist principal against an innocent victim. They seem to think peace at all costs is the way to go.

But the long line mentioned above that my grand comes from knows better. Each of us have made a habit of allowing chuckleheads every opportunity to walk away, but when the attack comes, we do not run and we respond definitively. Chucklehead does not come back.  

As my grandson said, "He could've killed me with those scissors, so I had to hurt him."

Damn straight, boy. 

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