Friday, March 27, 2009

Smile, It's Friday!

Adventurous.....................Slept with everyone.
Athletic...............................No breasts.
Average looking................Moooo.
Beautiful.............................Pathological liar.
Emotionally Secure...........On medication.
Free Spirit............................Junkie.
Friendship first.....................Former slut.
New-Age........................Body hair in the wrong places.
Old-fashioned.....................No B.J.'s
Outgoing..............................Loud and embarrassing.
Voluptuous......... ................Very fat.
Large frame..........................Hugely fat.

We need...............................I want
We need to talk......................You're in trouble
Sure, go ahead........................You better not
Do what you want..................You will pay for this later
I am not upset..............Of course, I am upset, you moron!
You're attentive tonight.....Is sex all you ever think about?

I am hungry...........................I am hungry
I am sleepy............................I am sleepy
I am tired..............................I am tired
Nice dress..............................Nice cleavage!
I love you.............................Let's have sex now
I am bored..........................Do you want to have sex?
May I have this dance?.........I'd like to have sex with you.
Can I call you sometime?.......I'd like to have sex with you.
Can I take you to a movie?.....I'd like to have sex with you.
Can I take you to dinner?......I'd like to have sex with you.
Those shoes do not go with that outfit.............I'm gay

An Australian scientist has invented a bra which offers
more support and prevents a woman's breasts from bouncing
up and down.
After announcing his invention, the scientist was taken
outside where a large group of men beat the shit out of

"Men are like fine wine. They all start out like grapes, and
it's our job to stomp on them and keep them in the dark until
they mature into something which you'd like to have dinner
with." -Anonymous woman

Whats the difference between a Lawyer and a snake?
Theres a difference?

Whats the difference between a politician and a thief?
There is honor among thieves.

Whats the difference between Nancy Pelosi and an Illegal immigrant?
An illegal immigrant will give you an honest days work.

Three guys are debating who has the best memory.
First guy says, "I can remember the first day of my first
grade class."

Second guy says, "I can remember my first day at nursery

Not to be outdone, the third guy says, "That's nothing. I
can remember going to the senior prom with my dad, and
coming home with my mom."

Thursday, March 26, 2009

Damnable Winter!

It seems that winter just does not want to let go. It snowed yesterday, off and on during the day.
This morning found a medium frost on the windshield of my car. Today is sunny, so most likely we will have a frost again tomorrow.

I have been itching to get out and start my garden beds, but the weather has been nasty since spring has sprung. I am going to start germanating this weekend and hopefully the weather will let me get outside with out a rainjacket or snow parka.

I'm going to try the 3 sisters gardening this year. I also plan to plant lots of zuchinni, since it is so proliferant.

I plan on saving my Heirloom seeds for later, and will use the readily available hybrid stuff up until next year. My plan is to buy a variety of Heirloom seeds that are not as common and store them in the freezer until needed. My reasoning is that if I have to evacuate my home for any reason, I will not have used up all my Heirloom seeds which will be available for the next year that I plant.

I am going to stockpile as much as I can in the way of variety of heirloom seeds. If for some reason the crash does not happen, I will be intensifying my backyard efforts using ideas from to utilize my space to the utmost.

Happy gardening!

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

The Coming Revolution

There is a revolution brewing, threatening to break out, but held in check for the moment due to the lack of leadership to inspire and rally the disenchanted masses into action.

The first American revolution had great patriots such as Thomas Paine, Samuel Adams, Patrick Henry, Benjamin Franklin, and Thomas Jefferson. These and other men's dedication to the cause of liberty, gave us the freedoms that we now enjoy, as well as those we have relinquished through our inaction over the last 10 decades.

We hear the voices of dissent; on TV, radio and the blogs that are so proliferent these days. There are many voices calling out for action. But there is a void to be filled, someone must rally the 3%er's to action before we can retake our government and put it back on the path of freedom.

Perhaps it is the fear of the government's wrath that keeps this leadership inactive. The lesson's of Ruby Ridge and Waco still are horribly fresh in all our minds. Perhaps they sit back and read the blogs, listen to the news and just shake their fist at and curse our domestic enemies. Our forefathers faced the greatest military power of their time, and with the help of others outside of what would become our our nation, they defeated it. They were armed on a nearly equal basis as far as firearms go.

Now we are armed, but with a disadvantage. The government tightly controls the weapons that would put the "Militia", we the people, at an nearly equal footing to their fighting forces and enforcers (JBTs). Our founding fathers did not face black helicopters, suburban’s and vans. No alphabet agencies to snatch them from their homes and make them disappear. They did not face dynamic entry teams armed with automatic weapons and flashbang grenades to abduct the dissident from his bed at 2:00 am. Their trials were not trivial, but they did not have the technilogical disadvantage that we have today.

Thus, the rallying voices, the dynamic speakers who would spark the revolt, remain quiet, unheard and unrecognized by the angry masses. Small events such as "tea parties" occur but do not affect the events transpiring. Our voices are seemingly unheard, ignored and squelched by main stream media. Slight of hand legislation distracts the masses with contrived media events (AIG), so called "false flag" events to keep our focus off what we should be really watching!

And so there must be a difference this time. All the disenchanted must become the new patriots, the rallying voices for change, the new founding fathers. For only in the strength of numbers will we regain our freedoms, our government, our nation: the Republic, and all for which it stands. One nation, under god, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.

Blogger Down for Maintenance

Blogger will be unavailable Thursday (3/26) at 4:00PM PDT for about 10 minutes for maintenance.

If you are unable to connect at this time it is not a conspiracy or TEOTWAKI, although it may seem like it! If it is a conspiracy, there will be a mass arrest of bloggers and you will never hear from us again, even if you rise up enmass and protest,

That is all.

Thursday, March 19, 2009

Oath Keepers: Guardians of the Republic

Military, Veterans, and peace officers who will honor their oaths to defend the Constitution, will NOT “just follow orders,” will stand for liberty, and will save the Republic, so help us God. Our motto is:"Not on Our Watch!"


1. We will NOT obey orders to disarm the American people.

2. We will NOT obey orders to conduct warrantless searches of the American people.

3. We will NOT obey orders to detain American citizens as “unlawful enemy combatants” or to subject them to military tribunal.

4. We will NOT obey orders to impose martial law or a “state of emergency” on a state.

5. We will NOT obey orders to invade and subjugate any state that asserts its sovereignty.

6. We will NOT obey any order to blockade American cities, thus turning them into giant concentration camps.

7. We will NOT obey any order to force American citizens into any form of detention camps under any pretext.

8. We will NOT obey orders to assist or support the use of any foreign troops on U.S. soil against the American people to “keep the peace” or to “maintain control.”

9. We will NOT obey any orders to confiscate the property of the American people, including food and other essential supplies.

10.We will NOT obey any orders which infringe on the right of the people to free speech, to peaceably assemble, and to petition their government for a redress of grievances.

God Bless these people!

Saturday, March 14, 2009

The Cache - Part 8 – Swamped!

Something didn’t feel right. Call it a sixth sense, or a premonition, but it felt as if something was amiss. The day was starting out overcast and there was a chill in the air. Eddie listened intently but didn’t hear anything. No birds, no wind, nothing. He breathed deeply, testing the air for unfamiliar scents, but detecting nothing.

“Hey, Eddie, everything ok?” asked his partner, Dusty.

“I don’t know…” said Eddie. “I guess maybe I am just a little off kilter this morning. How about another cup of coffee before we break camp?” It was time to move up river, as they didn’t like to stay in one camp more than a few days at a time during the winter months.

“Right-o” said Dusty. He then set about making another small pot of java for the two of them. Eddie proceeded to gather up his gear and stow it while Dusty tended to the fire and the coffee pot. They finished their coffee in silence. Eddie still felt that something was wrong, out of place in the environment in which he lived, like a soldier marching out of step with his platoon.

“Something’s going down Dusty, but I am not sure what it is.” said Eddie. Dusty glanced at his friend and saw the look of concern on his face. He felt a jolt of alarm at this new revelation. Eddie was not one to spook easily, he was normally a rock steady guy. He had a way though, of sniffing out ambushes and things that appeared out of place.

‘I’m heading out. Meet me on the other side of the trestle” said Eddie.

“Ok, don’t be in such a hurry.” said Dusty, a little concerned about his friends unease.

“Not in a hurry…”said Eddie, “I’m on point!” He grinned back at his friend, slung his pack over his shoulders and disappeared through the underbrush. “Dusty grunted and finished his cup of coffee. Not wanting to waste any, he poured the remaining in a small thermos and then stowed the rest of his gear. He then shouldered his pack and started off after his friend.

As Eddie moved down the trail towards the railroad tracks he began to move slower, silent as a bird of prey, and just as deadly, a shadow only on the earth. In the distance he could hear the drumming of rotors as they thrashed the air. “A chopper, heading west towards us, 150 knots…” thought Eddie. A moment later the bird streaked down the tracks at about 50 meters altitude.

“Damn!” thought Eddie. “That was close, nap–o-d-erth! Just what the hell is going down?” He looked to his rear, but there was no sign of Dusty yet. Moving out slowly, he broke cover and moved up onto the tracks. About 30 meters ahead was the trestle. He hated crossing the trestle during the day, but there was no way around it unless they took the raft, and there was no cover for hiding the raft on the other side. So, it was the trestle.

He moved out up the tracks and stopped in the brush a mere 10 feet from the trestle. Squatting in the brush he scanned the hillside opposite the trestle. The sniper hidden there was obscured by a dead maple leaf hanging in the brush off to his left. He sat there for a minute, listening and smelling the lazy breeze from the east. Not finding anything amiss, hesitantly, Eddie crept out onto the trestle, out to meet his ending. His last thought as he reached mid-trestle was “Something is very wrong here…” A heartbeat later, he was hanging by his foot as his lifeblood flowed from him.


He hefted the finished spear in one hand, trying to find its balance point. Once he found it, he marked the area covered by his hand, and shaved it down with his knife until it was about an 1/8” smaller in diameter than the rest of the shaft. He then drilled a hole in the shaft with a red hot nail, large enough to thread a length of 550 cord through. After doing that, he wrapped the reduced area with rabbit skin, fur side out. He then finished up by wrapping the paracord around the fur and making a wrist lanyard where he tied it off.

He had shaved the wooden shaft down to about 2” in diameter for the full length, minus about 16” from the thickest end. Here he cut into the shaft with his saw, making cuts about 1” deep for the whole 16”. He turned the spear over and made duplicate cuts on the opposite side of the blade. He then split out these cuts and shaved it down until the blade portion was about ¾” thick. Then he beveled the edges until they were almost knife-edge sharp. Once he had the proportions of the blade completed to his liking, he hardened the blade by holding it above the coals of his campfire.

He felt better now that the spear was complete; not quite so vulnerable and more capable in case of an attack by wildlife. He then lay down and drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

While he slept, snow clouds began to build up, and before dawn they once again started to drop their load of fluffy white water, so cold and clingy, hanging from every bush and branch. By the time he awoke, 4 more inches had fallen and there was no end of it in sight. He lay there, slowly awakening to the sound of snow sliding off his poncho and dropping from overloaded branches.

After about twenty minutes of this, he sat up and hit his head on the weighted down poncho, drooping heavily in the center. He pushed out on it and dislodged the built up snow. Looking around him, he thought to himself that it was time to move on. He needed to cross the swamp soon before he was completely out of food and before it snowed much more.

So he stirred up the nearly dead coals, adding some tinder from his sleeping pad, and soon had a blaze going in the pit. He scooped up a Heineken pot of fresh snow, packing it into the pot tightly. He then placed it into the recess he had carved into the side of the fire pit to hold and heat the contents of his pot, thus not having to place it directly in the coals.

The snow melted and the water heated quickly this way, and soon he had a hot cup of coffee and a granola bar for breakfast. His rations had dwindled each day and now he was down to mostly hot drinks and a few snack items. Getting food was a must, and crossing the swamp was imperative to finding food. He decided to break camp and check his snares while gathering preps for crossing the swamp. He reluctantly filled in his fire pit and grabbing his spear, he headed off to the first of his three remaining snares.

The first one he arrived at was still empty, so he dismantled it and stowed it in his pack. Picking up his spear he trudged off to the next one. It too was empty and he stowed it away with the first. This snare was set up near a second growth fir tree that had come down in a wind storm. From it he cut 4 chunks of bark, nearly an 1-1/2” thick, 12” wide and 16” long.

He bound them up in a bundle which he tied with a length of paracord and strapped to his pack, and then proceeded to the last snare, which was nearest to the swamp. Eureka! He had snared a large rabbit which he proceeded to gut out, choosing to skin it later. After completing this chore, he felt quite pleased with himself, having secured food for the next 24 hours.

Securing the rabbit to one of his packs D-rings took only a moment and then he was off again, heading down the path he had followed the previous day following the edge of the swamp. The snow was getting deeper as the day wore on, being nearly halfway to his knees and making for slow going. Travel would be much faster if he were in amongst the trees, but there was no way to cross the swamp there, so he kept to his path.

He was nearly to the place where he had turned around the previous day when a soft sound behind him made him turn his head to look for the source. A chill ran up his spine and the hair stood up on the back of his neck!

There, not 10 feet away was the cougar, getting ready to pounce! As he spun around and dropped his spear to the ready position the cat leaped at him, but somehow twisted in the air and missed the poised spear, instead landing to his side. The cat screamed at him, shooting fear through him as he tried to turn and face it in the deepening snow! The cat leaped once more, and being unable to get the spear point in position, he swung the shaft like a bat, with all his might, hitting the cougar between its head and shoulder. The impact vibrated the spear so intensely, he thought that it might break.

He succeeded in knocking the cat about 6 feet away, where it cringed, stunned and confused by the blow. Snarling mightily, it retreated several feet, and then bound off back up the trail he had just come down. Shaking with relief, and full of adrenalin, he bent over and rested his hands on his knees and took a few deep breaths to calm himself. After composing himself for several minutes, he resumed his journey down the path, turning to look behind him every few minutes in case the cougar decided to return.

He soon reached an area in which he could see the other side of the swamp, where the trees came down to meet it. Testing the ground in front of him, he determined the safe edge of the swamp and set his pack down there. He untied the bundle of bark and looking at the rabbit, he was suddenly struck with the realization that the cougar had probably smelled the blood and that was why it had attacked. He shook his head and turned back to the task at hand, taking two of the chunks of bark and setting them end to end. He retied the two extra pieces and attached them back to their D-ring.

Taking two twenty foot sections of 550 cord, he bound the two pieces of bark to each of his feet, creating a makeshift pair of “swampshoes”. Donning his pack once more, he stepped out into the swamp with one foot, testing to see if it would support his weight. It did, so he swung the other foot out and tested it. It also supported his weight and so he began the slow process of crossing the swamp, one footstep at a time.

He was nearly three quarters of the way across when the bark on the left foot began breaking up. A few steps later and he had to stop. He balanced on one foot and untied the bundle of bark again. He dropped the bark flat onto the swampy surface and stepped on it for support. He then untied the broken mass and placed the other piece of bark over the loose cords before stepping onto it and binding as he had the first time. He retrieved the other piece of bark and carried it in his free hand as he proceeded to cross the remainder of the swamp.

He sighed with relief as he reached solid ground and removed the makeshift swampshoes. He felt somewhat weak with hunger from all the effort, so he dug out the remaining ration pack to pick something from it to give him some quick energy and hold him over until he made camp for the night. He ate the remaining package of raisins, the last of the smoked almonds and a Jolly Rancher hard candy. Not much to go on, but it helped. At next camp, he would cut up the rabbit and make a stew with a bullion cube and maybe some cattail roots.

Before leaving the edge of the swamp, he dug another bunch of cattail roots, perhaps 3 lbs, and then headed off to find a new camp. As he was walking, he heard a train not too far off, revealing that he was close to the river and the highway also, as the tracks paralleled the road. He continued heading eastward, now following the river as it flowed hurriedly towards the main tributary that meandered through the greater valley in which he lived.

As he expected, the snow was only half as deep under the trees, making travel much easier. He made much better time and soon found himself following the river as it narrowed and turned north. He followed it until he came to a bluff over which the river formed a waterfall. Here he decided to make camp for the night. There were still 3 hours to go until nightfall, giving him time to select a new camp by the root ball of a fallen cottonwood tree. Gathering some flat granite rocks from near the bluff, he built a fire pit that resembled a fireplace.

He located some small dead hemlock trees and harvested them for firewood, gathering a 2 day supply, just in case. After setting up the poncho and gathering fir and spruce boughs for his bed, he started the fire and began skinning the rabbit, which had frozen during his trek. He slowly warmed it by the fire and soon was able to complete the task of butchering it. Cleaning and slicing a handful of the roots he had gathered, he added them to the pot. He took the rabbit and quartered it, placing 3 of the quarters in plastic bread sack/foraging bag for safekeeping.

He then deboned the rest, cut it into chunks and carefully placed them into the now boiling pot with the roots. Finally, he took one of his last 3 bullion cubes and added it to the stew. While waiting for it to finish simmering, he sawed up the wood he had brought to his camp. Now he was ready for the night. He untied his boots and slipped them off his cold feet. Even though the ziplock bags were keeping his feet dry, they didn’t help with the cold. He removed the bags and put his feet on the rocks forming the base of his makeshift fireplace.

The rocks were not hot, but they were comfortably warm and so his feet began to heat up. He examined the boots, poor things that they were. They would not last much longer, as the tops had completely separated from the bottoms. Only the 550 paracord held them together anymore. The cord that bound them was getting badly worn, and would need to be replaced before he set out again. Once his feet had thoroughly warmed up, he put on a fresh pair of socks, slipped the plastic bags back over his feet, and began the laborious task of binding the soles back to the uppers.

He finished his task as the daylight faded into the night, and he then addressed the needs of his stomach as the smell of the simmering rabbit was making it growl with hunger. After he had finished eating the rabbit, he made himself a cup of tea and sat sipping it, lost in thought as he stared at the flames of the fire. It had stopped snowing and looking up at the night sky, he could see that it was starting to clear off. "Great!" he thought. "It’s gonna get cold tonight!" And with that thought, he banked the fire, rolled up in his bedroll, and prepared for a night of sub-freezing weather.

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Dear Taxpayer, Up Yours!

Congress approves massive $410B spending bill

WASHINGTON – Congress on Tuesday sent President Barack Obama a once-bipartisan bill to fund the domestic Cabinet agencies that evolved instead into a symbol of lawmakers' free-spending ways and penchant for back-home pet projects. The Senate approved the measure by voice after it cleared a key procedural hurdle by a 62-35 vote. Sixty votes were required to shut down debate.

Obama is expected to sign the measure Wednesday to avoid a partial shutdown of the government. But the White House has kept the bill at arm's length, calling it last year's business. Obama is also set to announce steps aimed at curbing lawmakers' so-called earmarks.

The $410 billion bill is chock-full of those pet projects and significant increases in food aid for the poor, energy research and other programs. It was supposed to have been completed last fall, but Democrats opted against election-year battles with Republicans and former President George W. Bush.

The measure was a top priority for Democratic leaders, who praised it for numerous increases denied by Bush. It once enjoyed support from Republicans such as Senate Minority Leader Mitch McConnell of Kentucky.

But the bill ran into an unexpected political hailstorm in Congress after Obama's spending-heavy economic stimulus bill and his 2010 budget plan forecasting a $1.8 trillion deficit for the current budget year. And Republicans seized on Obama's willingness to sign a bill packed with earmarks after he assailed them as a candidate.

"If it had not been for the stimulus and the budget proposal it might have been ... noncontroversial," said House GOP leader John Boehner of Ohio. "The stimulus bill riled an awful lot of people up. ... And then the budget proposal comes out."

Within Democratic ranks, there was relief, not jubilation.

Your congress criminals have given you the Bird! Or perhaps better stated, the pork! Get out your wallets and get ready to empty it for these bastards pet projects.

Democrap and Repubnican all added their lard to this bill. All should be removed from office in the most expeditious manner.

Now, back to work, slaves!

Saturday, March 7, 2009

Random Thoughts

I just finished putting on wool socks and slippers. My feet were getting cold, even though the temperatures have been hovering around 54 degrees the last few days. Weather report says a cold front is moving in and it might snow some. Seems like winter doesn’t want to let go it’s hold.

The news media is still orgasming over Obama’s every bowel movement. It makes me want to puke. Then it makes me want to slap them upside the head with a gun butt. I hope that with the demise of jobs, that advertising takes a dump too, thus the medias revenue stream.

One of the blogging community has mentioned that perhaps we need a second constitutional convention. I don’t think so. The one we have was written for the people; written so that lawyers and judges and courts were not needed to determine its meaning. But somehow the people let them take over, telling us its meaning instead of reading it for ourselves. Now we are stuck with their interpretations of it, even though we know that their view is not necessarily that of the founding fathers.

Our congress critters are so far out on the limb, reaching for the golden fruit, even though they hear the cracks of the branches that support them, they are driven by the greed and lust fed to them by special interest groups (insurance, banking, wall street, etc…) even as their fate is about to be met most horribly. And the band plays on.

I am still entertaining the Idea of Van Dwelling. Craigslist still has a pretty good selection of them for under $2000. I also saw several free campers on it that would be able to donate their appliances and other amenities for the van project. I could rent out my house and create an agreement to place a CONEX container there to store my preps and gear, as well as negotiate parking rights so I don’t have to hunt for a place to sleep. I could plug in to their power while there and perhaps share a wireless connection. Lot’s of options.

Scout in Life has recently posted about his black powder firearms desires and acquisitions, and Riverwalker has posted some links to blackpowder care and feeding. I think that all survivalists should explore ownership of blackpowder weapons as most states currently have few restrictions on the purchase and ownership thereof.

This will change, and soon they will be treated as any other firearm. If I were to recommend a particular weapon, I would say buy a flintlock as well as spare parts for it. I think it is a perfect survival weapon. The percussion cap weapon relies on manufacturing for supplies of percussion caps to remain serviceable. Not so with the flintlock. Spend some time researching this path, you may be glad you did.

This last year, my employer laid off 50 people. The last group to go was laid off 2 weeks before Christmas. We were told that we were now down to a “core” group needed to run operations and that even though we had made these cuts, the company was considered healthy financially.

This week we were all called together and told there was an immediate wage freeze, starting at the time of the announcement. I am thinking that if the economy does not improve by September, maybe sooner, they will have to consider other actions. We have had week on, week off production in the 70’s, where we would draw unemployment for the off week. We may even go so far as to lay off more of the workforce, and move people around to work half the day in different departments to keep production at the levels of sales.

There is no job security.

I no longer agree with the philosophy of paying off debt such as loans and credit cards as a priority. Make minimum payments and put the rest of your cash into preps. It is too late in the game to pursue that old philosophy. If the crash we fear happens, those debts may well evaporate. If we are on the receiving end of an EMP attack, you can probably kiss them goodbye forever.

After the raping and pillaging done by congress on the behalf of wall street, banks and mortgage companies, I say let them try to dislodge you from your home after the crash. Pay them in precious metals, as in Lead, one round at a time. I for one will not feed their greed over feeding my family.

This Depression is going to get worse. If you can, start a container garden. That way, if you must relocate due to the loss of your home, you can take your garden with you. Store as much fuel as you possibly can. If you can’t keep much on hand due to legalities, at least keep your gas tank full. The price is predicted to go back up and the lack there of will compound the problems of the moment.

Buy lots of shoes and socks. Most are imported nowadays, except a select few. Before this Depression is over, you may be doing most of your moving about on foot. The alternative to walking is having a good sturdy bicycle with spare tires and parts. Include a good chain and lock to keep possession of it.

Continue buying ammunition until it can not be found. Buy it even if you do not have a gun in that caliber. It will become a great barter good before and after crash. Consider buying reloading equipment and components. Bullet molds in different calibers. All the dies and empty brass you can find. I tell you this, ammo is the currency of the future. Anything you want will be able to be purchased with ammo. Being able to reload that obscure wildcat cartridge may be what you need to bring home what your wife is waiting for, for what your children need.

Keep on prepping, even if it seems there is no hope for our country. The Phoenix may just be waiting for its rebirth!

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

China and Eminent Domain on US Lands

Claim: The U.S. government has agreed to allow China to exercise "eminent domain" as collateral for American debt.


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Even though Snopes lists this as false, it would be prudent to monitor this, just in case!

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Bird Flu in Indonesia. Again!

4 Indonesians die of bird flu; toll climbs to 119

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These people seem to be as dense as our congress critters. Stop sleeping with the chickens already! If you don't you're gonna die!

Un-repentant Bastards

Senate ignores McCain, keeps thousands in earmarks

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They just don't get it, do they? In the worst economic meltdown ever, these Idiots continue to spend as though they have a blank check to draw on. And they do. It's called the future generations of America, and they are being robbed blind by these unrepentant bastards!

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Monday, March 2, 2009

District of Criminals

Trade nominee Kirk to pay back taxes

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It seems he is only a "little bit" of a tax cheat, not a "somewhat" cheat like Obama's other cabinet picks.

Now why would he surround himself with tax cheats and liars?

Is it because he is the Commander in Cheat?