When You Fill Up the Tank Thank Congress

How stupid do they think we are? How is it possible to simultaneously wean ourselves from oil and the carbon dioxide emissions that stems from it, keep oil cheap and abundant, drill for oil absolutely nowhere, and sue oil companies without hurting consumers? Oh, and don’t forget to slap a “windfall profits” tax on the oil companies just for good measure.

I love profit. I think profit-motivated trade is the pinnacle of economic activity. I want the oil companies to make as much profit as the market will bear. They spend a LOT of money exploring, leasing, drilling, developing, and getting oil to market. And they get an after-tax profit of about 9.5%. That’s not very good, when you realize that most other businesses have profits somewere in the 20-30% range.

But oil is the engine that drives the world’s economies. Why is the United States congress deliberately and maliciously undercutting the oil companies’ ability to bring us abundant oil at affordable prices? Everything Congress touches turns to sh*t, and their ignorant, malevolent attitude toward the oil industries is exhibited by the backbreaking taxes, regulations, stipulations, and caveats with which they burden those industries, and which, in turn, drive the prices at the pump through the roof. And, as long as we consumers are not too concerned about those high prices, Washington will continue to press our backs against the wall so those tax revenues will continue to roll in.

So, next time you pull up at the pump, just picture your friendly neighborhood political hack in Washington, rubbing his hands together at all the taxes you will be paying on that exhorbitantly expensive fillup. Keep that picture in mind while you go to the polls in November. And, in your mind’s eye, paint that little rat-bastid GREEN, because he has been sleeping with the enemy. Yes, I mean the environmental groups that bribe and manipulate lawmakers to pass laws that lock up, remove, and sequester as much of the world’s resources as it is possible to clutch.

Corn-Fed Venison

I wrapped the rope around my waist and twisted the end so I would have a good hold. The deer still just stood and stared at me, but you could tell it was mildly concerned about the whole rope situation.

I took a step towards it…it took a step away. I put a little tension on the rope and then received an education.

The first thing that I learned is that, while a deer may just stand there looking at you funny while you rope it, they are spurred to action when you start pulling on that rope.

Next time you think you have a taste for knick-knacks and scarcities, ponder this, and THINK for a minute before you take action…

Good Sites To Behold

This is one of the best, most comprehensive sites on the net to find information about Al Gore’s baby. Take a while, and just browse. I promise you will not be disappointed, and you will probably learn a few interesting tidbits, too.

When you get tired of looking there, look HERE, and read some more real science about the so-called human-caused global warming, which doesn’t really exist.

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Just for the record:

My maiden name is McClellan. This name has dominated the news lately in VERY negative ways. The name is also comparatively rare, which makes it a possibility that I am related to that lying little skink, Scott, somewhere. It really burns me to hear my name — the good name my father proudly passed on to his children — drug through the slime of Washington politics like Serpenthead Carville dragging his $100 bill through the trailer park of his choice.

I’m going to be very happy to see that the miserable little toady has slithered back under his rock. He was an utter failure as a Press Secretary, probably because he was a mole for the Left, and didn’t have the brainpower to even PRETEND he was a Republican, and he was kept on long past his “sell by” date by a President who puts a lot of faith in loyalty within the ranks.

What is happening to Scotty-Wotty is nothing more than he deserves. He took George Soros’ bait, agreed to put his name on a slab of all-out character assassination, and now, he’s getting what people like him get for doing what he did.

In ye olden days, when a turncoat claimed fealty to a conqueror, the conqueror killed him, because of his record for betrayal. Scotty-Wotty Doo-Dah had better watch his six.

Let’s GET ‘Em!

Dissing the Democrats is becoming something of a pastime for Conservatives, and many are gleefully watching the self-destruction of the party that Bill Clinton and the Witch of Endor turned into crap in order to enhance their own resumés. Now, it’s not just the Clintons, it’s the Obamas, as well. (For one thing, can you imagine Michelle O. as First Lady?? But I digress…)

And, who could blame us? We all enjoy seeing bullies get the snot kicked out of them, watching as the ugly alien bleeds green and croaks, the giant spaceship hanging in the air over Philadelphia gets brought down by bottle rockets, and good finally and definitively triumphs over insensate evil everywhere.

For years, we of a Conservative bent have wimpily sat silent and hung our heads as the Democrats one and all have come to kick sand in our faces and assault us in every manner and technique. They sneer at us. They lie about us. They accuse us of all kinds of evil. They sabotage us as often as they can, and select our candidates with their crossover voting. They sniff out our weakest members and bribe/blackmail them to reveal tidbits that could be used to expose our soft parts. With the aid of their toadies in the mainstream press, they pile on us, hoping to kill us with the sheer weight of their accusations. Unfortunately, until just recently, we have, by and large, bitten our tongues and let them pummel us, presumably reasoning that since we have the truth on our side, nothing they say can give them the upper hand.

But that defensive posture lost us not just the House but the Senate in the last election, but today, we are reaping the consequences of that acquiesence, as the Democrats prepare to steamroll us once again, using their usual well-practiced chicanery to take the White House in November, as well.

So, if anybody is wondering if I feel any pangs of conscience while I dump on the Democrats, the answer is, “No.” And, not just “No,’ but, Hell, no!” And, it feels good to see that the nancypants Republicans, still in their prissy nancypants and who can’t bring themselves to fight back against the Democrats, are now standing aside to let REAL Conservatives march into battle in Operation Chaos, therein to do the hand-to-hand, tit-for-tat combat that THEY should have been doing all along. Not only are the nancypants bunch not fighting back, they are busting their butts to jump across the aisle to align themeselves with the guys who used to be their political enemies, and to push the real Conservatives out of the party and turn them into a weak minority. To them, there isn’t “Left” and “Right,” it’s “Left” and “Far Left,” and let’s all meet in the middle. Once more, political Conservatives have been shoved out into the cold.

I’m hoping that more on the Right will keep piling on the Democrats, telling the real truth and spreading it far and wide. I’m rooting for Rush, and I’m cheering on FREE REPUBLIC, my default home page. Every day, I learn something new about the Democrats that I can file away and use as ammunition.

I have friends who are soft-spoken and kindly, who think that a tack like this is going in the wrong direction, that it’s uncouth and uncivilized, unseemly for a grandmotherly type like myself, and that I should never be so cruel as to wish ill on the architects of the deconstruction of the Constitution of the United States of America, let alone write publicly about it. But I do. And I relish every moment of it, too.

How can these Leftists call themselves “patriotic Americans,” then turn around and undermine the very thing that gives them the freedom to say the things they do; to vote the way they vote? How can they enthusiastically destroy America’s birthright, bought and paid for with the blood of the Revolution and all the wars fought on her soil? I have a hard time understanding Americans who hate their country.

And, this is the point: The Left is not just un-American. It HATES America. This truth is finally out in the open for all to see. They hate her freedoms. They hate her flag. They hate her military. They hate all she stands for. They despise us, the “trailerpark” crowd out here in flyover country, as rubes, hicks, and ignoramuses, “bitterly clinging to our guns and our God.” They condescend to us, they contemplate us with disdain. We are so far beneath their dignity we are not worth their sweat (except at election time, when they pander to us, drag hundred-dollar-bills through our trailer parks, and make all sorts of undignified advances to us in attempts to purchase our votes).

Why deliberately, with eyes wide open, go down the path of certain ruin of this country? What is there about America’s freedom that galls them so? Why does the Constitution become toilet paper in their hands? More than likely, it’s because these people are the same ignorant college kids of the Sixties, worshipping Che, marching around with fists upraised, and being led down the Socialist primrose path by a string of tenured college professors who never held honest jobs in their lives. Those traitors should be old enough to know better, but, at least now, we know where they went. They became the Leftist politicians, the political pundits, and the newspeople of today. They have undermined America in many ways, over a long period of time: Opinions, eductation–both primary and upper grades–through activist judges, and and political positions. They now wish only to turn the last free nation over to the failed experimention of the Marxist Utopianists.

If I can’t go to Washington and kick Chuck Schumer, Nancy Pelosi, Harry Reid, Ted Kennedy, or Jim McDermott in the shins for what they stand for and openly advocate, I’m going to sit in front of this keyboard and I’m going to incite all three of you to join me in the new American pastime of Piling On.

Yay! Let’s get ‘em!!

Memorial Day, 2008

GOD BLESS AMERICA!!

All Tied Up

If you are 60 or older, you probably remember when the stores used paper sacks, bags, and wrapping. J.C. Penney and all the department stores had counters where they would pile your purchases neatly, wrap them carefully in brown (or colored, depending on the store) paper, and tie it securely with a double or triple wrap of cotton string, tie the string into a secure knot, and break the string with their hands. (Man, I ADMIRED that!)

Those paper and string wrappings were saved. The paper was folded carefully and put into a rack or container for future use. The string was carefully untied and wound onto a ball, also for future use. I remember lots of things being wrapped and tied in the recycled items. If these wrapping items were left out in the rain, sun, and snow, it wasn’t long before they disappeared completely, depending on the season. Summer sun and even overnight dew worked a “softening up” process that prepared the paper for the next rainfall. Any paper scraps that survived this weathering was eventually gathered up and burned. End of problem.

I have a couple of plastic shopping bags, and they are both stuffed FULL of plastic shopping bags, all tied into knots to compress them. It will be years before I use them all up, although I reuse them frequently for various tasks. But eventually, they all make it into the trash, into the garbage toter, and to the recycling center, where they are recycled, turned into “peanuts,” to return to me in indestructible form.

We wrack our brains trying to come up with a way to make these bags disappear. And a high school kid in Canada has come up with a plan to use bacteria to eat the plastic. Which is a good thing, but it makes me wonder why we don’t just go back to the plain brown wrapper and the handy and re-usable string. Instead of waiting months for the plastic to be degraded by the bacteria, we can just fold up the paper, or twist it into “logs” and burn it. Ever see smoke from a paper fire? It’s almost completely transparent.

After what has transpired lately in the wacky world of enviromentalism, going back to infinetely sustainable paper and string makes more sense than anything else I’ve heard of yet.

Real Sportsmanship

This is going to cause at least one tear. I don’t care how cranky, crusty, or grouchy you usually are. This is going to make you VERY proud.

Senatorial Bottleneck

If you haven’t had a chance to read what the oil company executives said to members of the Senate panel yesterday, here’s your chance. Of course, it isn’t going to do a bit of good, but if this information gets spread around, maybe there will be enough people who read it who will take the time to write to their Senators and let them know that it’s time to release American oil reserves for exploration, development, and refining.

Personally, I think it’s time the people started putting together committees like this and calling senators to account for their obstructionist, self-serving positions on American oil production.

Ay Carumba!

Bart Simpson has it right. “Ay CARUMBA!” I think I hurt myself when I fell out of my chair with this one. I’ll get right on this…

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Oh, my gosh. Folks, it just doesn’t GET any better (or stupider) than THIS. I am very seriously considering putting up a link to a page of nothing but glow-bull warming hysteria. Of course, it wouldn’t take very long before it would be too big to manage, but it’s a thought.

A Judgment Call

Unless you are off-planet or in Timbuktu, you have heard that Ted Kennedy’s seizure was caused by a malignant tumor of the brain. I can tell you flatly that this is not a nice way to go. It would be impossible to speculate about the tumor’s age or cause, so theren’t no use in even trying.

Two members of my late husband’s family died from malignant brain tumors within two years of each other. For one thing, what are the chances of that happening; that two members of the same family should die of the same type rare brain malignancy? Those of us who loved them had the sorrowful duty of watching them deteriorate daily as the disease ran its course. I wouldn’t wish the sad experience on even my worst enemy, let alone the family of Ted Kennedy.

But I think it is important to state that no matter what I think of Kennedy’s sick, self-serving, politics, his cowardice at Chappaquiddick, his arrogance, or his “waitress sandwiches” in the honky-tonks, nobody DESERVES a brain tumor, no matter who they are or what course they chose for their lives. Kennedy’s life was lived in a drunken fog, which was common knowledge. Not once did he do something that might have indicated he had a moral or a scruple. But we don’t have the right to determine what he does or does not deserve, including a malignant tumor of the brain.

So, as the liberals go into full-tilt, wall-to-wall coverage of its own “grief/shock” mode, desperately interviewing anybody within reach of their microphones, it makes sense for the rest of us to keep things in perspective. We can’t wipe away his past behavior any more than we can endow him with graces to which he is not entitled. But most of his fans have chosen to drink the Kennedy Kool-Aid when it comes to overlooking and excusing his past behavior, and they will all get in line to heap praise and adulation on his undeserving, snowy head.

As a presumptive Catholic, Kennedy has done much more harm than good. He has never seen a pro-abortion bill he wouldn’t vote for, and he arrogantly goes up for Communion when/if he goes to church, in spite of being admonished by none other than the Pope to refrain from reception until he changes his pro-death position. But he is going to have plenty of time to repent. The condition of his soul is his responsibility, so let us see if he wants to go to Heaven badly enough to confess and repent.

I can’t judge the condition of his soul, but there’s no law saying I can’t make a judgment call about his behavior. And Ted Kennedy’s behavior up to now has been that of an unrepentant sinner. I have a feeling his mother has been praying for him for all these years from Heaven, so it’s a pretty good bet that he could have a change of heart. Stranger things have happened, but if I could do it, I’m sure that he can, too. I’m going to be hoping that’s the case.