summer patriot, winter soldier

take that nancy, and shove it right up where the sun don't shine ....

trump got a spending bill and included in it were funds for the wall, not to be called a wall, but some phony assed euphonious double speak in the stead of "wall."   but, money for portions of a wall, and other security devices designed to prevent encroachment by foreign nationals trying to gain illegal entry.   (hence the phrase "illegals," to describe their status when they have gained such entry.)

trump got the bill and the money, notwithstanding nancy pelosi's best efforts to prevent anything trump wanted, or even smacked of what he wanted.   she wanted to show the nation who was in charge of the nation, and she wished to establish that it was she.   that, alas for poor nancy, was not to be.

trump got his congressional spending authorization, though not all he wanted.   but, he's got part of that.  in the bag.   signed, sealed and delivered.   and, authorized by congress.

and, no shut down.

and now, after all of the above kerfuffle,  it seems that the donald has used the powers of the presidency, and declared a national emergency to build the rest of the wall.   (he's always had that in the bag, to use when he chose.  well, he has chosen.  "wisely," i think, the timing is impeccable.)  the dimocrats will sue of course.   and, president trump will prevail.  (it's an arrow in his quiver, doncha know.  always was.  he got as much as he wanted without it, and now he will secure the rest with that authority.)

he will have, soon enough, all of what he wanted.   and, another campaign promise delivered.

so, take that nancy pelosi, and if you don't like it, shove it right up where the sun don't shine, no matter how long you stand on your head.  or, how many times you hold your breath until you turn blue.    nancy, you are smart.   but, you are not smarter than the donald.   and, the donald has more nerve that you've got.   and, president trump is the president of the united states, and you patently are not.  nor will you ever be, you tired old sea hag.   and, take that.

he's prada.  you nada.  (and, as we say out these parts, "you ain't never gonna be.  ever.")

john jay @ 02.15.2019

what is the difference between being born for one day, and not being born quite yet, for one day?

nothing.

not one god damned thing.  you do not need to be a philosopher to understand this.  no, talk and fulminate your leftist bullshit all you want, i will stand on my observation, that there is no damned difference at all.

not one.  nothing.  to be alive one day before birth and to be freshly born is exactly the same thing.

unless you tried to get born in new york or virginia, and you are dead, having been aborted by a murderer called a surgeon.  (to think, a person whose fore bearers went into the slums of london trying their best to cure plague victims, at no small risk to themselves: hard to imagine an abortion "doctor" doing this, eh?)

and, then, of course, you are dead, and no longer alive and viable.

no difference at all, except a human intervention caused by malevolent and idiotic sophistry.

john jay @ 02.01.2019

 

p.s.   governor cuomo's father appeared to be the idiot he was when photographed w his little pin head appearing out of the hatch of a tank, attired in a tanker's headgear: as out of place as tits on a boar hog.  andrew "little dick" cuomo is as much of an idiot, gloating over the fact that his state has entered into the twilight zone of legislating that life may be taken by the state on the guise of expediency, convenience and the demands of the budget process.  hang on tight, pilgrims, next you will be "volunteering" for euthanasia on your 59th birthdays, ... , under the guise of the very same logic.

so, tell me, what is the difference between being alive, and being one day before death in new york, and in viginia.   well, now, nothing.   not one god damned thing.

you voted the bastards in.  it will be your choice, just as a baby's, between an overdose of drug or a bayonet thrust through the soft spot.   and, if your survive, do not be concerned, the state will just try again, until you are dispatched.   nothing stands in the way of progress in this brave new world, not even life.

p.s.s.  i was just ready to leave the library, and decided to read the funnies.  (sometimes, not so "funnies.")

from "pickles" by brian crane, monday, january 28, 2019, the walla walla union-bulletin.

earl:  "i overhead a guy on his cell-phone yesterday.  he said it's the duty of old people to die and get out of the way."

earl's foil:  "that's pretty cold-hearted."

earl:  "my new motto is 'old, in the way, and here to stay!'"   [emphasis added.]

hey, how far away is the future, if it is already in the funnies?  just sayin'.

i am wondering, how many russian's voted for trump?

just a thought.   the federal elections committee got a number on this, or the amount of bundled contributions to the trump campaign that came in from the soviet union.  (you think it went away, you are an idiot.  stop reading.  go waster your time somewhere else.)

texas has determined that about 100,000 illegals are registered to vote in that state, and that about 60,000 voted in the last election.  i am assuming they voted for democrats.

so, did the mexicans operate clandestinely to sway the outcome of the election?  well, did they?

john jay @ 01.31.2019

show and tell .... what does your daddy do? .... "he slits baby's throats and watches them bleed to death"

the state of new york authorized at birth abortions.  liberals were elated.  the state of virginia, apparently not to be outdone in pursuit of the progressive march to justice for all, has followed suit.  "what?" says virginia, you want we should be out-progressed by new york!!  "such a deal."

out here in north east oregon, where sanity apparently still prevails, we are pretty much aghast at this idiocy.  you wait until a child is birth, out here in the world and breathing on its own, and you kill it?   what's the difference between that and killing some old poop so he won't cost the state any money to keep his worthless old butt still breathing?   what's the difference between aborting a child at birth and aborting all the democrats?

the judge says to the defendant, sir, how do you plead.  not guilty, your honor, i just aborted the worthless bastard: he disrespected me.  he gave me the old he's got both eyes on me look.

imagine the following scenario.--   the young doctor comes home from work and is greeted at the door by his little daughter, aged 4.  says she, "daddy, what did you do today."  he replies, "oh, nothing very important honey, i just slit the throats of the baby's at birth and watched them bleed to death, and threw them into the 'discards' pile."

later, the doctor looks up and sees the girl going out the front door with a fair sized stick over her shoulder, and her few belongings wrapped in a kerchief hanging from the stick.  "what's with her?" the doc asks his wife, and she replies, "says she won't live in the same house as a serial killer."  "kids," says the doc and reads the baseball scores, head buried in the sports page.

john jay @ 01.31.2019

p.s.   how, by the way, does all of this work?  does the baby stick his head out the birth canal, and, whack, off with his head, and the doc gives the head & body to the woman just released from the burdens of motherhood to look at their handiwork.   or, does the doc hand the child to the mother, and say, "well, take a quick look, cuz you can kiss his ass goodbye, cuz he's out the door and onto the burn pile."

well, how does it work?  i am sure there must be procedures, as even the lowliest killer is accorded witnesses to his execution.  are we gonna have death panels who sit behind glass and watch all this, doing their crochet and needlepoint, boringly watching the whole of humanity marching quickly by?  (it's not an idle question, because with this idiocy, "humanity" is quite likely only to be found in the freshly born, and not for long.)

1/4 of all black babies, i am given to understand, die under the flensing knife of the medical profession.  how high does the percentage go in new york state and virginia?

what has happened to man's highest profession, that it murders babies,..., born, breathing, babies.  truly, here today, gone tomorrow.

to our president, donald trump ....

in your current fight w/ Pelosi, don't give in, and don't give a damned inch.

this is not a fight over anything.   this is a fight to see who will stay in the fight, always.   it is war.   and, the only acceptable outcome in war is to win.   period.

john jay @ 01.24.2019

p.s.   anyone who tells you different knows nothing of fighting.  nothing.

to the legislature of the state of oregon ....

death by a thousand cuts is as sure as a stab to the heart by a bayonet, followed by a poke to the eyeball for good measure.  death is death, and dead is dead.  

at some point in either procedure a person is entitled to defend himself in proportionate measure, once he has made a reasonable determination what is happening, either in terms of life and limb, or in the preservation of ancient rights and liberty.

an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, and in a fight to the death, as god will have it.

these truths have always held zealots in check, and have always exacted the same response from those who are vexed.  be careful when you start a fight.

john jay @ 01.24.2019

rhode island is smaller in area than the grand canyon, yet ....

the state of rhode island is smaller in extent than the grand canyon, by a fairly significant extent.

rhode island has two u.s. senators, and also has two representatives in the house of representatives.   the gives it four politicians in the u.s. congress.   it is one of those piss-ant states between new york and maine and below, and between pennsylvania and the district of columbia, that confers the north eastern seaboard an absolute lock on congressional politics.

rhode island, as a political entity, is just about as worthless as tits on a boar hog.

the next time some democratic blow hard goes into a pissy rant about the electoral college, just remind the s.o.b. about rhode island and its ilk, and suggest that all those states referred to above should be  combined into new york and maine, that their senate seats taken off the board.   forfeit.  extinguished.   those seats in the house of representatives, representing their populations, could be taken into the states which absorb them.

this is a much more equitable solution than dissolution of the electoral college.

john jay @ 01.18.2019

the last word on pigeons and chumps ..... i promise .....

throughout history pigeons and chumps have tended to "flip flop" with one group gaining ascendency over former rulers.  and, on occasion societies have been smart enough to allow persons of merit arise from the lower classes/castes into the ruling elites.   just about as often a ruling elite will attempt to make their rule permanent, by instilling institutional structures that tend to favor one group over another: you may view "royalty" as such a device.  (god knows that prince charles benefits from this, having displayed no other talent other than fortuitous birth.)

this is the struggle presently going on in the "west," as leftist progressivism seems to regard its rule as a matter of right, and seeks to instill institutional patterns such as will assure its "reign" in perpetuity.  (nancy pelosi does, in fact, take it as a personal and ideological affront when she is not speaker of the house,...., she regards it as right, privilege & duty owed her to hold the position.)

such is not guaranteed by history, event or dynamic.  on the equator, in ecuador, sits an empty building built by leftist progressives when it appeared that the left would rule the entirety of the southern americas, with leftists and communists running the most largest and most prosperous of the south american countries.  but, the leftists did what most leftists do, and they spend and mismanage their way into oblivion by driving their countries to financial ruin.  chazez in venezuela was the most prominent, but the pattern was  followed all over south america.

this should be a lesson to all who apprehend the mechanism at work.  and, that is, if you would rule, you must figure a way to pay for it.   and, this applies doubly to the progressive left, because they are hostile to the structures and economies which might otherwise secure their source of funding for years:  yet, here in the good old u.s. of a. we see progressives spewing the same old tired bullshit against "capital," when it is nothing else but "capital" that pays the bills.

and, they come due, sooner or later.

if the leftists are to secure their rule, they are going to have to find a way to keep people working, earning money, and having enough money left over to pay their taxes, willingly.  a permanently enforced peasantry simply will not support the revenue needs of persons who eschew wealth (except for themselves, of course,...., witness my favorite whipping boy these days, ms. osario-cortez, who comes from wealth and knows nothing of work, which created the wealth she has inherited.   she'll squander it soon enough, having nothing but disdain for it, except to dress well.)

if the right is to secure its role in things, it is going to have to find a way to keep capital vital, and people working, creating wealth and securing it to the future.   this is vital, to keep the country vital and vigorous, and making money.  environmentalists and tree huggers are vital for aesthetic reasons, but, in economic terms, nothing cripples a vital economy like too many artists, poets and aesthetes, who understand nothing about economy.

if a country is to survive and prosper it must have a reasonable balance of these countervailing tendencies.  a society without poets and artists is a dreary dead existence.   a society with too damned many of the dolts is, inevitably, a society beset by hunger, discord and disharmony.  it is one thing to question, it is another thing to question so much as to throw the shared values needed into a community into fractious groups.

we need the chamber of commerce and the rotary.   we need the visionaries, the rhymers, and the critics.   not just too damned many of them at one time, otherwise they are poison to the productivity that pays for all.

lefties and righties need to understand this.   they don't need to agree on it, necessarily, (and that is what keeps things interesting, ain't it....every family, royal or otherwise, needs some princess annes, and fewer prince charlies, ... , at every level), but they need to understand it.

this society needs to go into the universities and the government bureaucracies, and weed out the lefties who are hostile to the very things that keep us vital and vigorous.   and, fewer idiots in hollywood would be a nice touch....they are not harmless, and should not be tolerated as such. 

but, not entirely.

john jay @ 01.15.2019

the last law of pigeons .....

every system, or system of law if you will, has its own internal dynamic, its own demands, and suffers its own internal consequences.  a last statement of the system.  and, so it is with the law of pigeons.

the last law of pigeons is that sooner or later the pigeon feed gets scarcer, comes to want, and then the pigeon feed runs out.  this is the inevitable consequence of more pigeons eating more pigeon feed, and fewer chumps making it.  even the most industrious chump can only produce so much, and, sooner or later, the pigeons's demand for food overwhelms the the remaining chumps's ability to grow/produce it.

the pigeons grumble and grump when this entire circumstance is perceived, and comprehended.   they squabble, there is conflict, perhaps open conflict.   fighting over available food, and where to get it, and scarcity and rising price competition and then open competition to acquire it.

the pigeons find that all pigeons are equal, but that some pigeons are more equal than others in this situation.  this, too, gives rise to grump & grumble & conflict.

none of this goes on in a vacuum.  for, you see, pigeons are not entirely without resource.  in order to perpetuate the coup, in order to persuade the chumps and lesser pigeons to fall into the order of things, the pigeons develop several rationales to convince all that the coup is a preferred order of existence, and, moreover, a right and just order of existence, and not just a random happenstance or habit.  the pigeons develop a raison d'etre to explain the workings of the coup.

and, (much like hegel's phenomenology of mind and spirit), it concludes that the coup is righteous, deserves to exist, and is the perfection of pigeon existence.   and, that it is right and just to exist, perhaps even at the expense of other, (and mark this, just as with hegel), less deserving and inferior social organizations.

it never occurs to the pigeon's to work, or produce their own food.

they are simply too good for that.  such menial things as tilling the soil, grubbing for food and existence, is beneath the way they have come to view themselves, through the development of their systems of thought.  they, because they are pigeons, deserve their subsistence, their pigeon food.   it is, after all, a matter of right, just as their perceived superiority, is a matter of right and justness.

the pigeons look outside the boundaries of the coup for food.   and, while they are at it, they decide that a bigger more expansive coup would be nice, as well.    they look to their neighbors.   as the demands for more food increase (it always expands, just as the population of pigeons always expands, and the need for alpha pigeons to organize things always demands expansion and growth), the pigeons look for new realms to run.

by conquest if necessary.   and, it must not be forgotten, that conquest has many desirable aspects, if successful.

lebensraum, and the concomitant right to expand and acquire a bigger coup, becomes as a matter of necessity part of the raison d'etre of the coup.  the pigeons must eat, they deserve to eat, and they deserve to eat of the productivity of the labor of others because they are superior pigeons, demands that they have the right to exist by expansion.  (you may substitute "conquest" for expansion, if you choose.  it is up to you.)

(if you doubt the way i parse this out, well, i pity you.  and, suggest that you set aside a nice winter to read hegel and nietzsche for an explanation of how the raison d'etre moves along, and spend a week or so with schopenhauer to explain how the mental gymnastics of the whole dynamic is thoroughly in conformity with human nature and the rationals behind the rights of entitlement.   or, you can trust me.   i would suggest, however, that you read and think.  it is refreshing in its own little way.)

you protest, it doesn't happen this way.  it cannot.  people and pigeons are too good, nowadays.

i suggest that you ask the poles.  you know, the polish poles.   those guys.

now, for the "stretch."  guys like me are always looking for the stretch.  but, i would suggest to you, that you take a longer look at the osario-cortez types which seem to be running amok among the younger dimmees.  and, think about it, for the implications, of what it means when they ask for more pigeon food for the oppressed and put upon, and suggest that you work harder to produce it for them.  and, to provide them with the "necessities" they deserve, through your labor, of course.

and, while you are at it, give some thought to josef goebbels, and others, who insisted that they spoke to truth.  and, for justice.

john jay @ 01.14.2019

p.s.  and, pay attention, and watch for the raison d'etat.  that will launch a new age.   i suggest you look at the bottom of the shiny new bowl in which it is offered, for evidence of any historical rust suggesting that it has been trotted out, many times before.

 

open letter to the soon-to-be-ex mrs. jeff bezos ..... i am available ..... attributes listed below .....

friends tell me that you are soon to be divorced from mr. bezos, the richest man in the whole world, and that you are reputed to become the richest woman in the whole world.

by this post please be informed that i am available.  i am divorced from previous wives.

candor requires that i disclose i am in no wise remotely as good looking as tom selleck, nor as physically imposing, though mr. bezos's appearance suggests that this is not important to you.  i am far better looking than mickie rourke, for what that is worth, but, then again, so are 60% of the other men in this world, alive and recently dead.   (hard to tell the difference w/ mickie, ain't it.)

other disclosures.--

--i am 70 years of age, and still more or less potty broken.  (a wonderfully descriptive phrase, i am finding, as i age.  at least i am still aging.)

--i have 4 by-passes, and 5 stents in place, but, i go up hills and stairs.

--i have two bad knees, which are becoming arthritic.

--teeth aren't much.

--i like our president, mr. trump, and am amazed at the good job he is doing.  (i really don't have to attend the cocktail parties, if you don't want me to, and i will not feel even remotely put off by that request.  hint:  i don't take orders very well.)

now, for my good features.

--some consider me moderately pleasurable to look at.

--in spite of the recitation above, i am pretty fit, and slender by contemporary standards.   given my experience reading autopsies most pathologists would say "fit, but not excessively nourished."   that's not too bad, they, as most, tend not to be effusive describing dead bodies.    once, descending a stair case naked from the shower, a wife described me as "... [her] adonis."   she seemed relatively serious.  you know how wives are, you were one for quite a while.   and, probably chatted with others.

--i am reasonable intelligent. 

--i brush my teeth on a regular basis.   i bathe, and i attend to my nethers with soap and water.  i change my undies regularly.

--i am an easy keeper, favoring blue jeans, penny's t-shirts (all cotton crew necks), and pendleton wool shirts.   i am already in possession of a life's supply of pendleton's, though due for some new t-shirts.  at $39.50 for a package of three, you can be sure that i will not buy as many as in years past.  (in good supply of whitey tighteys, so no financial worries there.

--from a previous life's employment, i do not require any more wool tweed sports coats, mine will last me out.  i have a letter sweater from high school that is 54 years old, and it is still going along quite strong.  i wear it often in the chill weather this time of year in the northwest.

--i used to be sort of a wastrel, spending what i had.  i am not so much that way anymore, age taking care of that.   for example, this day my brother and i celebrated my oldest brother's birthday at shari's, and i had a cheese sandwich, some summer squash soup and a piece of pie, with a strawberry bellini on the side.  i finished the soup, didn't drink all the bellini.   (when was the last time you went to a shari's restaurant, eh?   laughing.)

--no need for complex negotiations on a pre-nupt.  i am not even remotely interested in getting rich.....i got this far without being rich, and from what i've seen of rich people, no thank you very much.   comfy, i wouldn't mind.   i suppose i could get by on a few hundred grand a month, and i suppose i could get by on quite a bit less, so long as the wind didn't blow through my quarters and i slept warm at night.  and, no rain in the bedroom, i have given up life in elk camp.  i do, moreover, draw the line at washing dishes....i washed dishes my whole life, and i am not suiting the soon-to-be-world's-richest woman just so i can wash the damned dishes.   nosirreee robert!!!

--for whatever it is worth, i'll put the damned toilet seat down.   myself, i have never found it onerous to lift one open when found closed, so i have a hard time understanding how it is a big deal with women.   who knows?   who knew?

--i will continue to be a member of the n.r.a.    hey, what use are principles if you don't live by them.

--mrs. bezos, i will learn your first name, and your middle name, and will come up with my own pet name in good time.  even if you insist on mrs. jay.   i am just that sort of guy.

yours truly, in genuine love and affection,

john jay @ 01.11.2019

p.s.   ftw, i took a selfie, but could not figure out how to transfer it to this lap top.   silly-assed thing.   i'll work at it.   if you call, i might not pick it up, because i won't hear it over the guitar.***   and, i won't hear it anyways, quite likely, even if i am not sawing at the guitar.   but, if you text, or if you email, i will check both accounts before i go to bed, unless i forget.  (never make a promise you cannot keep.)

still learning, eh?  senility may be lurking, but, it will have to fight its way through both fists and a stick before it gets to me.   my kids will understand, if you have to put me away....hell, every time i threaten to cut them out of my will, they not-so gently remind me who will be choosing the "facility" i go into, or, if i do.  (the apples didn't fall too far from the tree.)