Pray for Rush Limbaugh.

You know how there are events that make you remember where you w ere when they happened? I remember the first time I heard Rush Limbaugh on the radio. Talk Radio had been around for a while in Atlanta. We had WRNG (Ring Radio) which hosted Neal Boortz and others. There were spots of it on WSB radio, but not full time. Ludlow Porch (a clever assumed name and a relative of Lewis Grizzard), held a slot on WSB. Talk Radio was a trend because Atlanta’s great DJs of the ‘’60s and ‘70s were fading out along with AM radio because music devotees were switching to FM radio.

Those early “talk shows” had listeners call in but the talk part was about Atlanta’s traffic or potholes or what dumbass policies were coming out of city hall or, “my dog is lost, will someone find him for me?” In other words, they were non-controversial and bland and frankly, boring.

And then came Rush Limbaugh. I as driving to work in my Midnight Blue Lincoln Town Car. (I loved that car. It was about 50 feet long and it was like riding around in your Barcalounger.) I even had one of those early “brick” Motorola telephones. They weren’t like cell phones today. I don’t really know how they worked. Anyway, I was the head weather honcho at WXIA-TV, and I had to go in shortly after lunch time. I think it was ‘88 and I had the radio tuned to WGST when I heard this new voice (Rush was on WGST before he became so popular WSB stole him over) and I couldn’t believe my ears. Who was this guy Rush Limbaugh and why was he saying the things I couldn’t even say to my friends? He was talking rotten national politics and making no bones about it. He was unique and so radical for that radio era, I said out loud to no one in my car, “This guy will never last.”

He not only lasted, hell, he prevailed for almost 32 years and I became a devoted Rush Limbaugh fan. I never felt comfortable as a Democrat or a Republican, so I called myself a Libertarian. I love my country and I always believed that all politicians were phonies who recited the same old script over and over and then went to D.C and made themselves rich. I always thought that Americans were great and that the less the government messed with us, the better we could do for ourselves. And Rush Limbaugh was saying the same things. How did he have the courage to do that on nationwide radio? I didn’t know the answer, but I knew he was my kind of guy. I felt like he was talking just to me, and that is the beauty of his talent.

I retired at the end of 1995 and then I had time to listen to all 3 hours of Rush’s show. Everyone knows not to bother me during that period. That is my time to enjoy Rush Limbaugh. And then on the afternoon of 3 February 2020, Rush took the last minutes of his show to ell all of us ditto-heads that he had advanced lung cancer. I could almost hear the same words echoing across the nation that were coming from y mouth. “My God!” I lost my close friend Bruce Erion to lung cancer just a few years ago and he was about Rush’s age. It’s scary.

I have a firm faith in God. I have seen Him perform miracles every day. I know that prayers work, perhaps not the way we would prefer but the way God means for them to work. So, I am praying for Rush’s recovery and I know that he needs your prayers too. For the soul of a sane, patriotic, conservative, traditional America, may God shine his blessing on Rush Limbaugh.

God has blessed this Nation. We have to keep it that way!

The older I get the more I stand in awe of the Founding Fathers of this glorious nation. Think of it. They wrote a Constitution that has stood for almost 250 years. At the time they didn’t even envision our two-party political system. As they worked by candlelight or lamps fueled with whale oil, they could not imagine America with jet airplanes and cell phones and television and the Internet and instant communication. They were not fortune tellers. They did not read tea leaves to predict the future.

Remember, there had never been an outline for a representative/republic country before. All the world was ruled by Kings and despots. And yet they devised the greatest document since the Magna Carta. How, then, was it possible for them to devise such an enduring and complete blueprint for how a country should be run? All they had for guidance were the laws of England, and they had just fought a war to make the new land independent of the English Empire. Instead of a King hey wanted the people to have control of their government. How did they know this would work? It had NEVER been tried before. They did offer George Washington, the leader in the fight for independence and our first president, the title of “King” and he wisely turned it down. That was not what he and his rag tag army had fought and died for.

So, what was it that guided the hands and minds of that little group of men who forged his layout for the future of the 13 tiny colonies?

I firmly believe that they were guided by the hand of God. How else could they have the wisdom to know that what they were doing would hold a nation together through wars and the sins of men for centuries to come?

There are people who scoff at the thought of God having a hand in forming this country, when it is run by men who all share the same human faults. Men with ulterior motives. Men, and women, with no thought but to enrich themselves.

But do you have a better explanation? We are still here. We still try to live up to the demands of the Constitution. Do we fail? Of course, we do. Our country of 300 million people has 300 million ideas of what is right and what is wrong. But in the long run, our Constitution lives on and though it may take time, Right will always win out over Wrong. The Constitution is as good today was it was almost 250 years ago. What else do you know that has stood this test of time? Nothing!

God has truly blessed this nation. We need to carefully protect what He has given us. We must choose out leaders wisely and not on emotion alone. Leaders who truly love this country and its people. We are not stupid as the media portrays us. We know the politicians who have betrayed the trust we put in them. We must remove them and replace them with good and true patriots. In the words of Winston Churchill at the height of WW-II “We will never, never, never…give up!”

A Note from a Racist Pig.

Yeah, this is racist. Has to be, even if it is the truth. Let’s be honest just once, and then we can all go back into denial. The Black Race and the White Race are different, and it has nothing to do with skin color. It’s not something that we can control, it just is. God made us all the way we are. I sometimes think that black people are secretly laughing at us, because whitey just doesn’t get it.

Okay, if we acknowledge that we are different races, and therefore have different cultures, that’s fine and as it should be—except in EDUCATION. In all the large metropolitan areas the educational system, at the executive level and in the classroom, is overwhelmingly staffed by black people. I don’t know why that is. It may be that black people have found a niche that white people don’t want, or feel is unimportant. But in my opinion, it is of vital importance, if we are to maintain any sort of white culture. I could be wrong but black culture seems to be doing just fine.

Schools with black faculty naturally attract more black students. So, while white parents are occupied with other things, your children are in the company of, and being influenced (whether they know it or not) by black culture from 8 AM to 3 PM. It works both ways. White teachers can no more identify with black culture than black teachers can understand white culture. Even black college students recognize the difference in cultures by demanding all black dormitories and all black graduation ceremonies, keeping themselves segregated from the white students. Maybe they acknowledge something that the liberals deny.

No, I don’t think that is a good idea. Ideally, both cultures could learn valuable assets from each other. But I don believe that is happening. And I don’t see this attitude changing in the future. So, white parents don’t be surprised when your kid comes home from school, snapping his fingers, walking with a street cred swagger and humming a rap song.

I hate to pose what I think is a problem without suggesting a solution. But I don’t know the answer to this one, because Political Correctness doesn’t allow one to mention race. I’ve overstepped the PC taboo just by expressing my opinion.

But human nature is Natural Law. We are all conditioned by our environment and by those we associate with. We learn by watching, and imitating others. Caucasians and People of Color were born different and that will never change. Do we address the culture our children (black and shite) are exposed to, or do we just right off this blog o as written by a white racist pig and let it go at that?

 

Not all Democrats…are Democrats.

Not all Democrats are radical/socialist/communists like AOC and Bernie and Warren and Booker and the rest of the current contenders for2020. And I feel for those citizens who have been betrayed by what used to be the Democrat party. I was born just as the Great Depression was going strong. Unless you lived through that horrible span of years you cannot conceive of how bad it was in this country. Remember this: There WERE NO JOBS! My father hauled me and my 2 siblings and mom all over the country looking for a JOB. My father was a proud, hardworking man – but he could not find a job!

President Franklin Roosevelt was a Democrat socialist. BUT the worker programs he instituted back then were necessary FOR THE TIME. My father went into the CCC, the Civilian Conservation Corps. (The NRA of that era was the National Recovery Act, another jobs program.) The CCC men lived in camps where they ate and slept and many of the bridges and parks they built in the 1930s are still standing today. The men were paid a dollar a day. At the end of the month, they were required to send $29 to their families (minus what they were allowed to spend for smokes and chewing tobacco).

One of my earliest memories is sitting on my dad’s shoulders (so I could see over the crowd) in a train yard, in the rain, listening to FDR speaking from the rear platform of a train caboose. I don’t know what he said but the crowd cheered. It was like God speaking. The south was totally Democrat in my youth. Through the ‘’30s and ‘40s Republicans didn’t bother to run against Democrats in the south because FDR got us through the Great Depression with his socialist programs.

But the Democrat party of today is NOT the Democrat Party of my father or yours or your grandfather’s. The radical leftists, with the aid of corrupt media, have taken it over. All you must do is look tht slate of Democrat candidates for the 2020 elections. They struggle to offer more “free” stuff to voters than their opponents when any sensible person knows that nothing is free. Oh, the government gives away billions of dollars in Free housing, Free food stamps, Free welfare checks, Free Medicaid (most of all this going to illegal aliens who pay no taxes) but all that “free stuff” is paid for by you and me. I have to believe that many so-called Democrats don’t buy the socialist bullshit their candidates are promoting and are as conservative as Libertarians and most Republicans (except Mitt Romney who is a RINO).

I think that’s why many former Democrats now call themselves Independents. But who are they going to vote for? With the best economy since World War Two, with unemployment at a 50-year low, with a President who speaks the language of ordinary citizens, I suggest that they only ask themselves one question: Are they better off now than they were through 8 years of the Obama disaster? And then realize that Donald Trump is the man responsible for bringing back the America that we love—a patriotic nation that was lost to us through 40 years of politician presidents.

December 7th, 1941

Seventy-eight years ago tomorrow, 7 December 1941 the Japanese pulled a sneak dawn attack on Pearl Harbor in Hawaii and killed thousands of Americans. Some of those sailors are still entombed in the battleship Arizona. If you have been to Hawaii you probably visited the memorial of the Arizona which is built over the sunken hull of that great ship. After all these years there are still oil bubbles rising to the surface of the harbor.

I was almost ten years old when that occurred. We didn’t even know where (or what) Pearl Harbor was, but we soon learned. It brought the U.S. into World War II. It is a shame that Americans of today don’t have the sense of patriotism that prevailed in those days long ago. EVERYONE in this nation was involved in the war effort in some way. There was a sense of unity that I have never known since that era. Whole high school graduating classes joined the military. My brother, who had completed his second year in college, enlisted in the Army Air Corps. He was killed in that war at age 20 and a Gold Star banner went up in our front window.

My sister, who was a schoolteacher, quit her job and went to work in a factory manufacturing bombs for the Army and Navy air forces. When I reached thirteen, I joined the Civil Air Patrol which, at that time, was a paramilitary organization. We drilled every Thursday afternoon and then went to ground school and learned navigation on the E6-B wind-drift “calculator.”. On the weekends we flew in Stearman “Yellow Peril” biplanes which were piloted by veterans who returned to the states. In the summer we went to a two-week encampment at an airbase, much like the Reservists do today. Nobody knew how long the war would last. We were being trained to be the next crop of cadets for the Air Corps.

At home we had no coffee, no sugar, very little meat. No tires, and only a few gallons of gas for my dad’s ’37 Ford. American boys were fighting on two fronts-in Europe and in Asia. Housewives went to work in factories building airplanes, guns, tanks. Everything and everybody was devoted to fighting and winning, that war. If anyone dared to complain about the shortages they would be assaulted with a chorus of, “Don’t you now there’s a war on!”

And then the war was over in 1945. The boys who had survived came home. There were so many of them, some didn’t get home for a year. Thousands didn’t make it. They remained in cemeteries all over the globe. Those who returned had changed. Their youthful innocence had been taken from them. They wouldn’t talk about the war and the horrors they had witnessed. They took jobs, got married, raised children and went their quiet way as the “Greatest Generation,” and we owe our freedom to them.

There are not many of them left now, but those who do deserve our greatest respect. So when you see an old timer, sort of bent over and who is hard of hearing and doesn’t see so well anymore, give him a salute and thank him for his service. We owe those fellows a debt that we can never repay.

December 7, 1941. Franklin Roosevelt, our President at the time called it, “A day that will live in infamy.” It certainly is a day that those of us who lived through it will never forget. It was the 9/11 of my generation. I’m sure today’s crop of “snowflakes” who must have a “safe place” when their feelings are hurt couldn’t possible handle it. What a shame and a disgrace.

What am I?

I don’t know what to call myself. (No, I don’t need any obscene suggestions from you.) I suppose I could be English-American because my mom’s ancestors come from England in 1626. Or, I could be German-American because my dad’s father came from Hamburg, Germany in the early 19^th century. I’m just confused.

Of course, what we hear the most is African-Americans and Mexican (or Hispanic)-Americans. Oddly, I don’t think I have ever heard of a Chinese-American. Maybe that is because most Chinese who come to this country, open a business and the whole family works in it. I also don’t think I have heard of a Yugoslavian-American or a Lithuanian-American. I have heard of Italian-Americans, but they don’t seem to make a big deal about it. Except on Columbus Day.

No, it’s the African-Americans and Mexican-Americans we hear about most of the time. And it’s often complaints about how terrible America is. If it’s so horrible, why do they stay here? Real unhyphenated Americans think it’s a pretty nice place to live. Beats the hell out of Venezuela or Iran. I know it makes me a racist and a bigot and a xenophobe (and a homophobe and a transgenderphobe and a woman-hater, and all the rest), but since I don’t hyphenate my ancestry, I am through with this politically correct horse shit. For me, hyphenated names are ridiculous.

It really is time to decide. Either you are an African (and I know you have never even been to Africa) or, you are an American. And the same goes for people from Mexico. Either you are going to be an American and accept our culture and learn our language and assimilate into our society– or you are a Mexican. No more of this Cinco de Mayo or flying the Mexican flag bullshit. If you want to be Mexican, the border works both ways so get your ass back to Mexico.

Of course, American-Americans believe in the Constitution which was inspired by God. And God gives everyone here free will so the choice is up to you. But either be an American – or get the hell out of our country.

Will Jose’ and Pedro elect the next President?

Is there any sane person who should object to requiring a voter to show identification? The democrats have fought that notion for a decade saying that requiring identification would “deprive” minorities of their right to vote, which is political BS. But voter ID is not an issue anymore. The radical democrats have found a new method to win elections dishonestly.

Now, it is “alien registration.” This sneaky move involves illegal aliens acquiring driver’s licenses which then allows them to become registered voters. You might think that non-citizen voting is not a big problem. Think again, my friend. In Texas there are 95,000 non-US citizens registered to vote, and 58,000 of them HAVE voted in one or more elections in Texas.

And, of course, in California they have long since given driver’s licenses to illegal aliens who are now eligible to register and vote. What else would you expect? California is a “sanctuary state” which is rapidly becoming the United Soviet Socialist State of California.

Well, what the heck. There are not enough illegal aliens voting to swing an election. Right? Nothing to worry about here, folks, move right along, nothing here to see.

The New York Times, that paragon of virtue, tells us that the Texas example of non-citizens voting doesn’t mean anything. That if all the non-citizens voted it would only be 69% of the total votes cast so it really had no effect on the outcome. That certainly is one way to put it. If you consider that 58,000 fraudulent votes have no significance, let’s go back a few years to a national election.

George W. Bush beat Al gore in Florida by only – 537 – votes…and he became the 43^rd President of the United States. With Florida loaded with illegal aliens, what do you think the outcome of that election would be today?