Owlobama Flexes His Might

Posted on 27/06/2012 by Grumpa Joe
Owl versus Tombstone

Animals Have Rights

Obama’s Regulatory Czar Cass Sunstein has publicly stated that he wants to “establish legal ‘rights’ for livestock, wildlife and pets, which would enable animals to file lawsuits in American courts.”  Most of us think he is crazy, but something is going on in Arizona that may be the result of this crazy man’s influence.

Most of us have heard about the  town of  Tombstone, Arizona acclaimed for the famous gunfight involving Wyatt Earp at the OK-Corral. This tiny town of 1562 souls is in southeast Arizona near the Coronado National Forest and the Dragoon Mountains. The town came into existence in 1879, and in 1881 began using water piped down from mountain springs. Tombstone also has a well, but the water is high in arsenic and is not the favored drinking water supply. Last year, a forest fire followed by a monsoon style rain storm  literally re-arranged the landscape. Boulders the size of cars washed down the mountain. One of them landed on the Tombstone water pipe and cut off the town’s main water supply. Town officials immediately began reconstruction of their pipeline, but ran into a snag when applying for permits from the National Forest Service who now has jurisdiction of the springs. The NFS did not allow using bulldozers, front end loaders and the likes moving dirt around their territory, even though Mother Nature had just remodeled the place. Their rule limited Tombstone to using shovels and picks. At first they did not even allow a wheelbarrow, but eventually relented.

There are many lawyers employed by Tombstone, and the Goldwater Institute and the USG to argue the matter. In the meantime, Tombstone officials are still struggling to get the water line replaced. They recruited an army of volunteers and provided shovels for the task. They reached the National Forest border where Rangers put a stop to their progress. NFS Rangers said  they spotted a nesting pair of Mexican Spotted Owls in the area. These owls are protected, or perhaps Mr. Czar Sunstein exerted his influence by request of his immediate boss.

I am not an owl expert, but I am a bird watcher and would probably pee in my pants if I actually spotted an Owl in the daytime. I lived in a wooded area and owls lived amongst us. In twenty years of looking for them, I never saw one. I heard them often. One night I had Screech owls in the tree behind my house, and often while walking in the early morning dark, I heard Great Horned Owls hooting at each other. It is my understanding that owls are a nocturnal bird. That means they hunt and do their normal stuff during the dark hours. During the daylight they hide in trees looking like branches while resting. Now, I’m not saying that I am an expert on owls like a Forest Ranger might be, but something doesn’t add up here. Do Mexican Spotted Owls mate, lay eggs, and raise families during daylight? If so, how do their young ever learn how to hunt at night?

I have another question for the rangers, How large is “the area” in which you saw them? Were they nesting immediately above the broken pipe? Or were they a mile away? I remember when as Scoutmaster we camped in a ten thousand acre area that had a nesting pair of Bald Eagles. Our Scout guides took us to see the  nest but stopped us a hundred yards short. FYI, Bald Eagles have a fifty mile hunting range. Does that mean all human life within fifty miles of  a nest be kept away? At this moment there is a nesting pair of Bald Eagles on the southwest side of Chicago. Should the powers evacuate six million people to protect them? Not. The birds built a nest in the middle of things and they will cope. Who doesn’t know how to cope or adapt  are big government dupes who get paid to read their manuals written by more dupes and pushed by their dupe supervisors to follow the rules.

It is my opinion that the Obama Administration has a thing for anything Arizona and is flexing its muscles to show us that they can do anything  simply because they can. It is time for us to show them that this is our country and we are taking it back!

I wonder if National Forest Service will re-route illegal entrants around the owls.

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Law Breaker in Chief

Posted on 26/06/2012 by Grumpa Joe

Obama makes another Alinsky move and breaks another law. Section. 3. of Article II of the United States Constitution states the President’s responsibilities

“. . . he shall take Care that the Laws be faithfully executed, . . .”

What can I say? Obama is taking Care not to execute Immigration Laws and  is violating his Constitutional responsibilities. He is clearly The Law Breaker in Chief, and Congress must impeach him for this deliberate dereliction. We continue to hear “we are a Nation of Laws”, but then we fail to enforce them i.e. unless it is not politically correct to do so.

One of my current interests is in Immigration reform. My parents were immigrants who came to America by boat to Ellis Island. Most of my friends proudly claim the same heritage, they are sons and daughters of immigrants, LEGAL IMMIGRANTS. The US has a long history of laws beginning in 1875 when the Supreme Court declared that regulation of US immigration is the responsibility of the Federal Government.

1903: This Act restated the 1891 provisions concerning land borders and called for rules covering entry as well as inspection of aliens crossing the Mexican border.

The complete history is available at Rapid Immigration.com

What is grossly hypocritical is that the US government has several immigration policies. One uses the current law, and makes aliens apply through US Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE). The process takes years and money. The second allows aliens to walk across the border. Another scheme is to  over stay a legally acquired Visa. Who decides which immigrant is to stay? Let’s go back in time and settle on one uniform process.

Roughly one million people enter the USA legally every year, millions more walk over the line and set up camp in our cities.

Law Breaker in Chief

Lincoln freed the slaves and saved the Union. Obama makes us slaves and destroys the Union.

The President’s latest assault on Arizona basically cuts the State from the Union. He has succeeded in becoming the opposite of President Lincoln who freed the slaves, and saved the Union. President Obama is severing a State from the Union, and turning private sector workers into twenty-first century tax-slaves. Essentially, the border between Mexico and Arizona ceased to exist with Obama’s order to not enforce immigration law. It is my opinion that he is making good on a campaign promise to Leftist George Soros to open the border to gain Soros’ monetary support. Somehow, I don’t think we should allow George Soros to pull Obama’s strings.

If we are truly a Nation of Laws, then let us enforce them. If we think a Law is wrong, or out of date, let us repeal it . America is a big country with a huge heart. We are capable of assimilating many Peoples into our land. We are dependent on immigration to keep our country alive and vibrant. Let us face it, many people today begin families later in life, and thus they limit how many offspring they can have. Our current birth rate will not sustain us as a people. We need immigrants to keep our exceptional culture alive.

Here is my take on Immigration Reform:

1. Secure the borders. Don’t let anyone in without proper, lawfully obtained documentation. Open borders will only cause more migration of Peoples and cultures that will destroy the concept of America as a country. Open borders will move North American civilization backwards toward a more Neanderthal time.

2. Create a pathway for those illegals already in the country to become legal citizens. Although Amnesty is an easy out, it does not solve the problem. It didn’t in the past and it won’t now or in the future.

3. Repeal current laws completely and revise immigration quotas based on labor needs, desirability (law breakers, those with communicable diseases excluded, etc.)

4. Enact laws to allow people work permits, for instance, Singapore has a law that permits foreign labor to come to the country using contracts. When a worker completes his contract he must return home. Singapore regulates how many times a worker can come back.

5. All immigrants seeking permanent residency must sign an oath of allegiance to America, and to denounce Sharia law. An immigrant may follow religious laws within his heart, but the must pledge to follow Constitutional Law to live in the country.

6. Immigrants who wish to apply for citizenship must prove they know how to read, write, and speak English.

7. Only citizens may get government benefits.

8. Working citizens and aliens must pay income taxes.

9. Renounce multiculturalism, and embrace American Exceptionalism. Political correctness and multiculturalism is on the brink of destroying Europe. France and Spain are just a few years away from losing their own unique Ethnic cultures to Islamism. Mid Eastern Civilization is conquering Europe without firing a shot by populating the countries, using the countries  own laws and social programs to excess while insisting their culture be honored over that of the host nation. Confused Europeans have allowed their demands only to see their own cultures evaporate.

10. Reject One World Order as a political system until all countries in the world can meet economic and political stability. Example: the European Union is about to fall apart because the many countries do not agree on how to control government expenditures and their economies.

Can I have an Amen?

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The Can’t Blame Bush For This List

Posted on 24/04/2012 by Grumpa Joe
Headed for the Cliff

I resent any president who spends an outlandish amount of time and money to campaign. Our current president has broken records on the amount of money he spent to win the 2008 election. He is planning the same for 2012. The difference between 2008 and 2012 is this time he is using our money. Oh yes, he will claim he uses campaign funds for that purpose, not tax payer money. Every president travels the country to conduct business, and simultaneously attends fund-raising dinners where he gives campaign speeches, but this guy seems to do more of it than his predecessors. The pundits call this the power of the incumbency.

For three years now Obama has denied responsibility for any of his actions. He continues to blame Bush for everything that has gone wrong.

1. Was it George Bush who rammed a fallacious Health Care bill through the Senate and then proclaimed a bi-partisan majority voted on it?

2. Was it George Bush who wrongly taught the Nation that the Supreme Court  cannot overturn a law voted in by a democratic bi-partisan majority?

3. Was it George Bush who signed the Executive Order to ease up on illegal immigrants to give them a chance at citizenship?

4. Was it George Bush who filed suit against the Arizona for passing a law allowing its police to check traffic violators for immigration papers?

5. Was it George Bush who made a pact with Calderon of Mexico to allow a foreign country to file suit against Arizona for violation of immigration law?

6. Was it George Bush who decided not to prosecute Black Panthers for voter intimidation at the polls?

7. Was it George Bush who spoke to the nation about the need for civility at the Congressmen Gaby Giffords shooting, and later divided the nation on the Trayvon Martin  shooting?

8. Was it George Bush who refused to get the Senate to pass a budget for the last three years?

9. Was it George Bush who left the administration loaded with radical advisers?

10. Was it George Bush who ran Fast and Furious?

11. Was it George Bush who made cabinet appointments when Congress was out-of-town to avoid vetting them?

12. Was it George Bush who promised the Russian president that he will have more flexibility after he wins the election?

13. Was it George Bush who apologized to the muslims for burning Korans, but continues to  pay the muslim military psychologist who shot military people dead at Fort Hood?

14. Was it George Bush who sent military advisors into Libya to oust Khadafi?

15. Was it George Bush who made a racially targeted video directly to the black community?

16. Is George Bush attempting to take religious freedom away from us?

17. Is George Bush pushing congress to pay for women’s contraception?

18. Was it George Bush whose lesbian political advisor Hillary Rosen made a direct attack on Governor Romney’s wife, but continues to proclaim that a man’s family is off-limits in a campaign? 19. Was it George Bush who tried to kill Boeing’s move to build a factory in South Carolina because it was a right to work state?

Obama has spent over 1225 days in office and there are probably twice that many times he has blamed Bush for his failures. His legacy is already “The Blame Bush President.”

I deliberately left out any references to spending, unemployment, poverty, unions, the one percent class warfare movement, new taxes, golf, and vacations.

Do you get the drift? Or does this not mean anything to you?

Oh yes, posters like the one below were okay when Bush was president

Bush & Hitler = the same

Bush & Hitler = the same (Photo credit: MedienGuerilla)

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Let’s Do Something Wild and Crazy

Posted on 26/02/2011 by Grumpa Joe
ZZ Top Eliminator at the Rock and Roll Hall of...

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Four years ago, Grandma Peggy and I wintered in the Phoenix area. We wanted to do something wild and crazy to make us feel young again. The following story is a letter I wrote to our  kids about the adventure. I hope it gives you a giggle. We still talk about it.

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ZZ TOP Concert 18 April 2007

I have definitely learned the lesson that I can’t relive my youth. In my quest to be young again I tried an experiment in the name of entertainment. When Peggy and I arrived in Arizona in January, I read an ad for a concert to be held in April. I thought to myself that I’d like to go to hear this group. Over the years, I listened to some of their music and thought it was cool. The selections that I heard were limited to those played by popular disc jockeys of the day. No doubt the music selections rang true with many people, which is why they played them. I was also enamored by their album jacket photos of a yellow 34 Ford roadster. The group is ZZ Top.

Last Wednesday, as I read the morning newspaper, I came across the same ad. I asked Peggy, if she would like to go to a concert tonight. Being a dutiful wife, she responded “sure.” She never even asked what the event was about. Within a couple of hours, I had tickets for the main floor. Wow, I got main floor tickets to one of my favorite groups. How lucky can one get?

We drove to the Dodge Theater in downtown Phoenix using the GPS to guide us. The computer took us right to the front door. Not only that, there was a parking garage immediately across the street. “This was meant to be,” I thought.

The tickets were at the will call window, and there was no line because we were an hour early. I looked around to survey the crowd. Not too many young people, I thought. I guess I’ve known this group longer than I remember. Anyway, Peggy and I were not the oldest people waiting to get in. There was a very distinguished looking white haired and wrinkled lady ahead of us. She was with her kids, who also had white hair.

We grabbed a sandwich from the concession stand inside. There were several beer stands set up across the lobby. Strange, I thought, selling beer at a concert in downtown Phoenix.

We found our seats and waited for the concert to begin. Peggy was dressed smartly, in a white blouse under a black jacket, and plaid slacks. I wore my best slacks and carried my sport coat. Since the theater was still relatively empty, I wore the jacket to fend off the cold breeze falling on us from the aircon. It turned out to be the only sport coat in the theater. Most of the other attendees wore tee shirts and shorts.

The theater filled slowly. “This group must not be popular anymore, they don’t appear to be sold out,” I told Peg. The lights dimmed, and four very young men appeared, dressed in tee shirts without sleeves. Heavy chains with loads of keys hung from their waists. They wore blue jeans with holes at the knees, and across the seat. The pants looked as though they would fall off at any moment. Perhaps they were pinned to the guitars hanging from their shoulders. Their hair was long and dirty looking, certainly unkempt. Disgusting tattoos covered their arms. This was the warm up band. They called themselves BBB, which stood for Bang, Bang, Bang, or Bang, Bang, Boys. (Be careful when you search for them by those names, some very strange sites turn up.)

The concert began to a crowd that was about fifty percent of capacity. My trained ear told me that the drummer was the most talented musician on the dais. The three guitarists were seemingly into their music. Expressions of ecstasy or pain, I couldn’t tell the difference, grimaced on their faces. The bass notes pushed into our chests with the volume. The high notes pierced our ears, causing my normal tinitus to amplify. The skinniest of the three guitarists also shouted lyrics into the microphone. None of the words were intelligible, or at least I couldn’t make out any of it because my ears were ringing so loudly. As the number of songs progressed, more and more people continued to trickle in to fill the seats around us. They must be experienced concertgoers, I thought to myself. They knew this awful group would play first.

I often told myself that I can live through 24 hours of anything life throws at me, but this group was changing my mind. I lost count at six numbers. The songs sounded somewhat different, but the same. It was just organized noise. After thirty minutes of this torture, the group finally left the stage to some weak applause. What a relief, we will enjoy the quiet of an intermission. Wrong, the ringing in my ears was deafening.

Peggy looked me in the eye and said, “If being here doesn’t prove that I love you, nothing does.”

“It will be better when the real group comes on,” I said.

“I hope so,” she replied.

A youngish couple in their forties sat in front of us. Their son, about twelve, was with his friend. They had a typical Yuppie appearance. The kid fascinated me.  I had the greatest urge to slap him in the head. He wore a baseball hat with a flat bill over his left ear. Why would a nice young white kid want to look like a rapper? The two boys had cell phones. The son’s flipped open to reveal a keypad for text messaging. He was texting as we sat waiting for the concert to begin. When he closed the phone, it opened a second way to reveal a regular cell phone. His father makes entirely too much money, I thought to myself. He just spent two hundred and fifty dollars to attend this concert with his family. He gives his twelve year old son a three hundred dollar phone, and he lets him dress like s _ _ t.

ZZ Top came on stage with a theatrical flair. “Much better,” I said to myself. The three of them dressed in sequined sport coats, (I guess I wasn’t the only one.) A giant light curtain behind them changed colors as they played. The drums were lit up with the band’s logo. The microphone stands were decorated with glittery stuff, the crowd stood up and cheered. Peggy and I remained seated. Two banks of giant speakers flanked the players on stage. Ten-foot high bass speakers hung from each side. Large floodlights aimed at the audience, flashed on and off, and blinded us. (Nothing like wrecking the eyes as well as the ears for enjoyment.) I finally stood up from my sixty-dollar seat to see the spectacle. Peg remained sitting. She was the only one who did (maybe it hurt her ears less to do so.) The sounds reverberated into my chest so I could feel the pulses pressing into my heart. The ringing in my ears increased in volume with the guitars. I expected the crowd to sit down, it didn’t. Why would all these morons pay sixty bucks for a seat they don’t use, I asked myself?

During the opening act, both Peggy and I had empty seats next to us. As the people began to come in those seats filled up too. First, a very large young lady plopped into the seat next to Peggy. The armrest thrust sideways into Peggy’s side as she sat down. I laughed, then two guys the size of a mountain squeezed by us to fill the seats next to me. The armrest on my side moved toward me. The man spilled over his seat into mine. He folded his arms on his chest to keep them from crushing me.

The girl next to Peggy had a boy friend in the seat behind her. They weren’t lucky enough to get seats side by side. The girl twisted sideways to talk to him.  As she did, her jeans stressed downward revealing the crease of her butt to Peggy just short of a moon. When the band came on stage, the crowd stood up. The boyfriend eased his way forward to stand next to his girlfriend. That put him into the aisle. He felt conspicuous in the aisle so he kept pushing her sideways. Eventually, Peggy was looking directly into the ass of the girlfriend.

The ZZ Top noise was just a tad better organized than the Bang Bang Boys, but it was just as loud. The song lyrics were still unintelligible, and the standing crowd was getting rowdier. The two guys next to me politely asked to pass by to exit. Thank God, I thought, at least I lasted longer then they did.  A few minutes later they returned holding beers the size of a bucket, only to squeeze past us again.

All the while, ZZ Top did not play a single song that I recognized. I looked at my watch. We had survived forty minutes. I leaned down and told Peggy to stand up, because in five minutes we would quietly go for a beer.  In thirty seconds she asked if the five minutes were up yet.

My ears are still ringing. I have chalked it up to “been there, done that,” and now I’ll move on to the next “Wild and Crazy Thing.”

Luv,

Grumpa Joe

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Kick It Into High Gear

Posted on 31/12/2010 by Grumpa Joe

It is time to reflect on the past year and to account for the precious time granted me by the Lord. I struggled with my accomplishment list as I took inventory of what I did. I recalled that during my working years, at the end of a busy day, I often told my staff, “Well, we didn’t get much done today, but we will give it hell tomorrow.” So here goes my advice to myself, “Well Joe, you didn’t get much done in 2010, so give it hell in 2011.”

My accomplishment list is short this year, but the projects were larger. Here is a short list of things I am proud of:

I posted one hundred and seventy-five pieces on my BLOG. Among these posts were fifty-six political cartoons. Some of them were genius, others mediocre.

I wrote two children’s stories and submitted them to publishers: “FLYING TO THE SUN,” and “MOON CAKES TO GO.”  I rewrote a children’s story titled “FIRE FLY AIR FORCE,” for summer, and two Christmas stories, “SANTA IS MISSING, and “THE GIFT,” in time for Christmas.

Peggy and I spent twelve weeks basking in the sunny climes of Arizona while my kids stayed home to shovel snow. We visited cousins and friends in California.

Lion Joe organized and led the STRIDES: Lions Walk for Diabetes Awareness, with a team of really great Lincoln-Way High School teachers, and Lions.

In between those activities, Grumpa Jose  kept the garden in order, and the lawn maintained. This is the first year, I was proud of the green grass in front of our home. While I was tending the front with loving care, the backyard lawn turned  into thistle and chickweed.  Jose also waged a war with the Wabbits and built barriers around his flower beds. The Wabbit wars were documented on the BLOG. Just as the fence along our southern border fails to keep out drug runners, my fences were no match for the Wabbits. It turned out that West Nile virus is a more effective deterrent. While I waited for the virus to kick in, the Wabbits consumed my prize perennials.

In order to keep my sanity during this activity called 2010, I kept calm and chilled by consuming eight cases of red wine. Of all the accomplishments, the wine tasting was my favorite.

Finally, here is some  wisdom for my friends:

I know you didn’t get much done in 2010, so kick it into high gear, and give it hell in 2011.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!

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