Sleepwalkers

Insomnia makes for some weird shit. Seriously.

I don't know what brings it on, but I got hit with it last night after sleeping pretty good for a few weeks. I was actually getting used to sleeping at night - strange, I know - until last night.

The usual. If I wasn't staring at the dark ceiling, I was waking up immediately after nodding off. Only one time did I get fifteen minutes or so of uninterrupted sleep. That's when the dream happened.

It was some sort of apocalyptic catastrophe-type situation. I was sitting in some sort of shelter full of people of many nationalities. I had The Wifey, The Little Girl, most of my guns, and some various other stuff. The mood was generally pretty low, and it got worse when I met this Gestapo motherfucker (he was German, and had a thick German accent. Srsly) who posed the question, "Do you haff any identification or any veapons of any kind?" To which I answered, "We're still on American soil. Yes, I have ID. No, you cannot see it."

That was apparently a bad thing to say, because this guy had enough Gestapo motherfucker friends to cause me to leave the building with only family and guns in tow and make with the hauling of ass cross-country. I had moments of hitch hiking, "borrowing" of vehicles, ruined areas, not-ruined areas, and even getting some temporary reprieve aboard the tour bus of Bill Engvall.

I do not know why Bill Engvall and his tour bus made their way into my chase-scene-laden dream, but they sure as hell did.

I've been kinda off since that one. I'm all ears, comments section.



tweaker

I Wanna Be Just Like You

The mindless garbage you will find attached to the following link is nauseating. If you don't read the whole thing, I won't blame you in the least. The point of this post is not that story, anyway. It's a quote from within it.

A 45-year-old woman in France - not that we should hold that against her - has been arrested pursuant to an admission that she has murdered 10 of her own children as infants, and has been doing so since about 1988. That is, in and of itself, good enough for me to skip the trial process and roll right into 180 Grain Therapy.

What I find absolutely detestable is how France is going to handle this:

If convicted, she faces 15 years in prison in what has become France's worst ever case of infanticide.

In the worst case of infanticide the country has ever seen, this bitch faces 15 years? WTF?!?

This isn't just France, it's Europe. Think about that next time your betters in DC start pushing that "Europeans do this; Europeans do that; we should be more like Europe" bullshit. We can be just like France and slap the wrists of an admitted serial infant killer (of her own fucking children).

Architecture of Agression

So, I read this morning about how Miss Erin Andrews is in full support of a bill that's being proposed in Congress called Simplifiying The Ambiguous Law, Keeping Everyone Reliably Safe Act, or simply STALKERS (it saddens me a little to wonder how many hours/dollars were spent to come up with that name). Sayeth one of the bill's co-sponsors, Rep. Loretta Sanchez (D-California):

"But the reality is our laws don't do enough to protect victims and empower prosecutors. This bill would strengthen existing laws to ensure all forms of harassment are taken seriously in the eyes of the law."

Well, that's fantastic, if'n you ask me. There is a crime that Erin Andrews - a rather attractive ESPN reporter - had been the victim of, and she's supporting legislation to Protect Victims and Empower Prosecutors. Instead of banning cameras, computers, social networking websites, etc. You know, go after the offenders instead of the tools with which they perpetrate their crimes.

Makes me wonder, really. I wonder what Miss Andrews or Rep. Sanchez would say about gun control?



tweaker

Best I Can

"I'm A Person, Not A Condition"

Well, I would agree with that entirely. As with any person, regardless of race, creed, color, or bodily function. Black people are people. Jewish people are people. Injured/disabled people are people. I do not recognize a person or group of people by the characteristics by which they may be classified. I think that it is damaging to any group of people when they are classified as such, whether the classification is done from outside the group or from the inside.

I will forgive noting such classification when it is necessary. For example, black people are more likely to have sickle-cell anemia than white people, so such classification is medically necessary. Another example would be giving a description of a person to the police, where any and all information describing a person is must-have (the Bad Guy was a white male, around 6' 3" with long brown hair and an earring in his left ear). That doesn't mean I don't like tall white guys with long hair and earrings. It means I have more information that may be important.

Agree with them or not, laws like the Civil Rights Act or the Americans With Disabilities Act were intended to help out folks who were having a shit run at things because of some trait they have (melanin content of skin, usability of legs, etc.). Important, I'd say, when designing a sidewalk at a crosswalk. A dude in a wheelchair oughta be able to get around on a public sidewalk like anyone else, and having the sidewalk cut for a ramp not only gets the job done, but it does so without hindering those who do not require it for mobility.

Legislation win.

Something else to agree with or not is the following adage: The road to hell is paved with good intentions. Since inception, the two aforementioned laws have resulted in a whirlpool of legal mumbo-jumbo that, like so many whirlpools of legal mumbo-jumbo, can only be solved by a trip to court - or multiple trips - so that a judge or panel of judges can finally say "Yes, that's right" or "No, that's not right." Great if you're black/Jewish/in a wheelchair and have nothing else to spend your ridiculous amounts of independent wealth upon. Not so much for folks who ain't got that kind of scratch.

Legislation fail.

Then, you have instances where said law oversteps legislative bounds and starts screwing non-black/Jewish/wheelchair-bound folks, like the device-height requirement of the ADA. Long and short of it is that stuff like light-switches and low-voltage devices like keypads and touchpanels be mounted at 36" to the bottom of said device. If you cannot appreciate the magnitude of that requirement, try the following experiment: take your iPhone or other touch-enabled smart phone, and put it something that will hold it flat to the wall at 36" above the floor. Then stand up straight and look at it. You will realize that it is just this side of impossible to view it. You must bend over - real damned far if you are north of 6' tall - just to be able to see the screen. Hope you're back ain't screwed up. And to top it all off, you have wheelchair-bound assholes* who deliberately roll their asses into a business - from giant soulless corporations to small hole-in-the-wall shops - just to count up and document all the different ways the business isn't ADA-compliant and subsequently send threatening letters or just file lawsuits.

Epic legislation fail.

These are all things that are a matter for the .gov - as a functioning servant to We The People, mind you - to work out in one way or another.

However.

I don't care how you write the law, who signs it, or how a court interprets it, there is one thing that no law can do: change the hearts and minds of people.

Let me make that point perfectly clear. You cannot legislate morality. Full stop.

Sadly, such legislative intent is usually fueled by those on the receiving end of strange looks, assumptions, or just flat overt hatred, and the following is especially for those individuals: I appreciate your position on this, believe me. But the law is not going to make people stop hating you. Neither will anything else. People are going to hate other people for the most ridiculous reasons imaginable, and that is not going to change. So when I hear about how we have a long way to go to change the hearts and minds of the masses, I am compelled to tell you to go piss up a fucking rope because the .gov is already elbow-deep in my ass and I'd just as soon not have them in any farther, thankyouverymuch.

Have a nice day.



tweaker

*Yes, I actually said that. Assholes, like angels, can come in all shapes, sizes, and colors.

Military Machine

This cannot end well.

Physical response? I wonder what Kim Jong Il and his Kim Jong Ilk have up their sleeves this time.



tweaker

Slamming the WTF-O-Meter

****Gratuitus Expletive Alert!!!****

Someone please explain to me how the fuck a seven-year-old girl says the following - uncoached, and completely applicable to the conversation her mother and I were having:

The Little Girl: "Daddy, I have something; maybe it will give you an idea. If he is your friend, you should trust him. If he isn't your friend, you should not trust him. Because you keep your friends close, but your enemies closer."

WTF?!?!?



tweaker

Countdown to Extinction

Several have mentioned recently how traditional news media outlets are losing traction with respect to the regular subscribers. News channels and newspapers alike are struggling to maintain viewers/readers as the availability of information becomes more and more widespread, and in response many of those companies have shifted into full-blown media bias overdrive in an effort to boost their numbers, much like TeeVee makes their shows crazy to boost ratings. Over time, this has resulted in a significant portion of their target audiences to vote with their ears/eyes/wallets and look elsewhere for content.

As a result, some of the future has-beens are swirling the bowl grasping at straws:

Letterman extortionist wife's Amazon 'wish list'

Srsly. This is what it passes for a headline at the New York Post these days? Well, my wife's sister's best friend's cousin told me that your news articles are Teh Suck.



tweaker

Cold Shot

By way of Jim, we learn of one Sheriff Douglas Weber and proper enforcement of not one, but two Constitutional Amendments in the same court decision in Federal District Court.

See, Paul Dorr is really just a normal guy. Dude's got eleven kids, all homeschooled, and (not surprisingly) he is anti-abortion. While he was cruising in and out of his home state of Iowa crusading for the right to life, he was doing so with an Iowa license to carry a handgun - up until 2007. At that point, Mr. Dorr's career started to take a turn toward General Gubmint Watchdog, and the local sheriff - enter Barney Fife Sheriff Weber - having a gubmint job himself and not liking the attention this whacko (formerly Good Citizen Worthy of Weber's Blessing) was getting for Weber's check-signer, decided to deny Dorr's renewal on his carry card.

See, that's totally okay and legal in states like Iowa, which have May Issue carry permits as opposed to Shall Issue. In May Issue states, the local law enforcment official (county sheriff, chief of police, etc.) gets to decide if you get to have one, and there's pretty much no criteria for that decision. The laws are frequently written loose enough, and there's so very little oversight, that a sheriff can deny your permit because he doesn't think you need one, or if he doesn't like your haircut. Weber thought that this case would be no different, and so I'd bet it came as a surprise when Dorr filed a lawsuit against him.

Thing is, the moron sheriff basically told the same story in court - dude's a whacko and The Public Is Concerned so I denied him a permit - and the judge handed him his ass for doing so. In what can only be described as a Federal Bitch-Slap, a judge told Weber that he raped Dorr's First Amendment rights to free speech by denying him his Second Amendment right to keep and bear arms:

“The court finds a tsunami, a maelstrom, an avalanche, of direct, uncontroverted evidence in Sheriff Weber’s own testimony to conclude beyond all doubt that he unquestionably violated the First Amendment rights of … Paul Dorr,” wrote U.S. District Court Judge Mark W. Bennett of the Northern District of Iowa.

The judge continued: “This is a great reminder that the First Amendment protects the sole individual who may be a gadfly, kook, weirdo, nut job, whacko, and spook, with the same force of protection as folks with more majoritarian and popular views.”

The court ruled that Weber will issue the permit to Dorr post haste, and then his dumb ass will get hisself schooled on the Constitution:

"Sheriff Weber ... must complete [a class that] ... must provide college level instruction on the United States Constitution, including — at least in part — a discussion of the First Amendment."

I just love it. Sheriff Dumbass decides to demonstrate how thoroughly too big for his britches he is, and a federal judge makes the sheriff his bitch. Better still, is that I know about it all the way down here in South Texas.

Beautiful, innit?



tweaker

Slow Ride

I was gonna get into another of the big posts tonight, but I'm just not feeling it. I had time earlier, and I wasn't feeling it then, either. So instead, I'm gonna take this time to complain about my new neighbor.

See, I've lived in this house for over six years now. It was new when we moved in, along with the rest of the houses in my neighborhood. The first guy to move in next to me was a really great guy. He's a Colonel in the Army with a lovely wife. Their first son is an Eagle Scout that is going into his junior year at West Point. Their second is a behemoth of a boy who will be playing football for a major NCAA school in his coming freshman year. Since the kiddos are out of high school now, the Colonel and his wife are now stationed in Belgium. I was sad to see them go, and wish them the best.

Well, they sold the house quick, but the new homeowner has not moved in yet. I am still not sure if he will be living there or if it's investment property, but I do know a couple things about him already. 1) Lawn care is not his strong suit. I did him a solid and mowed his front yard for him, since it's the other half of my front yard and I knew he wasn't there regularly. This last go-round he took care of it, though I question whether or not he was mowing or simply trying to remove any trace of ever having had grass there. He scalped it. If the mower had been set any lower, the wheels would not have touched the ground at all. 2) He does not know where his property line is, since said scalping reached a good 10 or 15 feet into my yard.

*sigh*

I really did want to get a chance to do the neighborly thing (I still intend to) and go over sometime when he's there and introduce myself. I do not want our first meeting to be along the lines of "Hi! I'm your new neighbor. Please stop annihilating my grass. KTHXBYE!"

Problem is, like I said, he's rarely there. I'd wager that, unless he's about to move in, that the next time I see him it will likely be when he comes to mow the lawn next. We've been getting a decent amount of rain - for South Texas - so we're mowing every weekend whether we want to or not.

(In an effort to not sound like a total slouch, for the past couple of years or so I mowed every two weeks, sometimes longer, because there simply wasn't enough rain to grow a yard to speak of. I'm not going to triple my water bill to have a barely green yard, so the brown yard is offset by my not having to mow so much. Kind of a win, I guess.)

We pulled the original land plot that we attained when we purchased the lot, so we know the boundaries of our lot and all the lots within a quarter-mile. His grass ends six feet off his wall, and everything else is mine. We bought this lot for the panoramic front yard; it's pretty much the opposite of a cul-de-sac lot, with a small backyard but wide front yard. I like to keep my wide front yard cut a certain way, and Kojak ain't it.

I'm gonna have to figure out how to approach this guy. Wish me luck.



tweaker

Nosy Joe

Bear with me. I'm a few days behind on posting this.

So, the Justice Department has decided to file a lawsuit in federal court to prevent the State of Arizona from enforcing their shiny new immigration law. I haven't really said much on the subject here other than to remark on The Lightbringer's call for reform. Well, here we go. I'm saying something.

I do not have any problem whatsoever with any state that borders with Mexico defending their border. As a resident of a state with a very large border with Mexico, I can empathize. The border towns along the Texas/Mexico border are a theater of open combat between heavily armed and fearless drug cartels and a barely effective Mexican military, whose members regularly defect with their weapons to the well-paying cartels. I do not want to see these battles spilling over onto Texas soil, but I also do not want a flood of illegals taking advantage of all the attention being on the cartels and crossing over at will.

I respect that the average Mexican works their ass off. I've seen it, having spent a great deal of time on residential construction sites. These guys show up early, work like dogs even through unimaginable conditions, and go home late Monday through Saturday. I do not care that a hispanic has the job and a white guy does not. I do care if a Mexican citizen has the job and an American citizen does not. I do not care if an American citizen wants to work like hell for a small amount of pay, then send half that pay to his/her family in Mexico, but I do care if a Mexican citizen arrives outside the bounds of law, works for whatever wage outside the bounds of law, and gets paid outside the bounds of taxes regardless of what they do with their money. I could give two shits and a fuck what they do with their money, but By God they will be subject to the same laws that I am subject to, and they will do so by getting a green card or flat becoming a US Citizen.

Well, apparently there's a bunch of folks in the sovereign State of Arizona that feel the same way, as is their right. Apparently the government of said State is feeling it, too, and subsequently passed a law to deal with it. The problem with their approach is defined early on in the text of Arizona's Senate Bill 1070:

B. FOR ANY LAWFUL CONTACT MADE BY A LAW ENFORCEMENT OFFICIAL OR AGENCY OF THIS STATE OR A COUNTY, CITY, TOWN OR OTHER POLITICAL SUBDIVISION OF THIS STATE WHERE REASONABLE SUSPICION EXISTS THAT THE PERSON IS AN ALIEN WHO IS UNLAWFULLY PRESENT IN THE UNITED STATES, A REASONABLE ATTEMPT SHALL BE MADE, WHEN PRACTICABLE, TO DETERMINE THE IMMIGRATION STATUS OF THE PERSON. THE PERSON'S IMMIGRATION STATUS SHALL BE VERIFIED WITH THE FEDERAL GOVERNMENT PURSUANT TO 8 UNITED STATES CODE SECTION 1373(c).

Emphasis mine. There it is right there. You see it? Reasonable suspicion that a person is an alien. How, perzactly, does that work, hmmm? What does an illegal alien look like? What does a legal citizen look like? What about that one pasty-white red-headed guy with the Scottish Brogue? You gonna stop him?

Best case scenario, sad as it is, is that this creates the biggest unwritten racial profiling rule in history (despite the forbidding of race, color, or nationality to figure out where someone is from. My WTF-O-Meter just pegged...) Every dark-skinned Latino with a loose or non-existent grasp of the English language is gonna get stopped and carded. They'll sue, and eventually AZ ends up a literal police state, where you'd better damn-well have your papers with you at all times. Worst-case scenario, is that the literal police state happens immediately due to the political incorrectness of only stopping Mexicans, so everyone gets stopped at random. Arizona will become the worlds largest TSA checkpoint, where little old white ladies are getting carded so that Hispanics don't get their feelings hurt. Unfortunately, in either case, police officers with little regard for their own rules will use this newly-granted reasonable suspicion (and I use that word as loosely as possible) to stop any person, any time, for any reason.

If our forefathers were here, I bet at least one of 'em would say "FUCKDAT!"

Arizona's claim is that they are effectively taking it upon themselves to uphold established federal law. Well, they are correct in doing so. Prior to a certain hypocritical drag-queen long-time director of the FBI, local law enforcement was actually expected to enforce federal law. Since then, however, with federal law enforcement agencies multiplying their numbers and budgets, and with Congress ever-feeding them more and more power, the Fed has more of a This Is Our Jurisdiction attitude about, well, everything, and they don't want some yokels getting in there and actually doing something while it's still worth doing. The justice department's lawsuit is a massive filing of This Is Our Jurisdiction!!!!!1!!!ELEVENTY!!!

While I have a very bitter taste over what Arizona barely defines under Reasonable Suspicion, I do not support Obama's pantywaisted personal legal machine's the Justice Department's lawsuit to stop Arizona from enforcing said law. Sure, the law needs correcting, but I will not stand idly by while those flaming fucktards from Washington take a break from wiping their asses with random parts of the Constitution and Bill of Rights to suddenly become Constitutional Crusaders and Defenders Of Civil Rights. You can't pick and choose when to defend those documents or what parts to defend. You're posta do it all the time, for the whole damned document.

Yes, Arizona, the federal government has had its head so far up its ass for so long that the creature has become circular in form. Yes, they are trying to replicate the social democracies of such freedom-loving lands as The Place Where Great Britain Used To Be and France. That does not mean that the proper place for one's head is in one's ass, so get a fucking shoehorn, pop your head back into an oxygen-rich environment, and protect your borders. Just avoid the police-state stuff and you'll do fine.

Fed? Please, with all due respect, go fuck yourself.



tweaker

Respect Yourself

Quick housekeeping note: if you didn't notice the "Contributors" section to your left has been updated. My brother, Brandon, will now be making the occasional guest post here. So if you don't like what you read, check who wrote it. All the shitty stuff is his;) We now return you to your regularly scheduled blog.

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So, I started a post today - one of three that I missed last week - and noticed my brother was on Gmail, so a Google Chat ensued. I didn't get too much more typing done, but it's always nice to catch up, so I didn't mind. We covered the finer points of two of my three posts, when there came a ringing of the doorbell.

I normally have a t-shirt tucked into blue jeans on, and I hang a bowling shirt of some sort over it. The bowling shirt is perfect, because not only is it a fantastic fashion statement, but it is a helluva concealment garment. Well, I had laid my bowling shirt over a chair in the kitchen, so I had to squeeze past the view of the front door to grab my bowling shirt, giving the guest at the door adequate time to warrant a second ring.

(As a sidenote, I generally answer the door concealed on the off chance that some Jack Bauer-type LEO is at the door. I know I'm well within my rights to openly carry a firearm on my own property, but I don't want to have to explain that from under a cop. Ironically, other times I don't give a shit and answer the door OC. Generally because I'm lazy. Go figure)

Anyway, so when I finally do make it to the door, there stands a man with ID cards on a lanyard and a clipboard in his hand. 'Tis the lowly worker from the Census Bureau here to get his lowly Census information. He tells me thus. Fair enough, I suppose, until the breeze blows across my porch and my olfactory parts find out just how lowly this guy is.

DAMN, y'all. Just DAMN.

He pauses for a second to pull out his census form and I get a better look at what I'm dealing with. Having given the benefit of the doubt, as it's a thousand degrees in South Texas once the humidity comes into play, I realized that the individual on my porch has no self respect. See, he was likely given this job from The Lightbringer, having no job of his own, and I'd wager I know why. He is currently on the clock, yet clearly hasn't shaven his face in at least 4 days. His mustache is very Flanders-esque, minus having been trimmed to look neat. He's missing at least two teeth. His breath and body odor are in a constant struggle to see who can more effectively activate my gag reflex. He has no use for a pair of nail clippers, nor does he bite his nails. I've not seen longer, thicker nails on hand models, though hand models must paint theirs to have color. This man's nails are a factory yellow.

As I ponder giving out my personal information to Stinky Whizzleteeth, my inner Libertarian Superhero swoops in to remind me that this asshole is only entitled to a very, very small amount of information from me. Said Superhero was in such a hurry to get this to me that he forgot to find out just what that limit is. I knew it was address and number of inhabitants, but I was not sure about names/relationships of inhabitants. In the meantime, dude asks me if it's okay for him to ask me a few questions, and my reply is "Yes, but only the minimum required." He gets the minimum required, and gets names and relationships. Then he starts heading toward all the other shit that's in the Census these days, and I stopped him.

Me: "What are the questions that I am required by law to answer?"

Stinky: "Just the address and number of people who live here."

Me, angry: "Then we are done. Have a nice day."

I was angry for two reasons. First, because I specifically told him on the front end that I only wanted to answer the minimum required questions. Maybe he's being a dick, or maybe he's too stupid to understand. My fault for not being prepared, but he's a dick/an idiot just the same. Second, because he has no self-respect whatsoever. I know he has a job, as he is in the process of doing it. There's gotta be some sort of paycheck involved, so I know that there's at least the possibility of items such as a razor, a toothbrush and toothpaste. Oh, and it's called Speed Stick; it's not expensive. Srsly.

If walk into a client's house, I am clean shaven ('cept where I have the Goatee Eternal). My teeth are brushed, and if I've smoked recently I have a stick of spearmint in my mouth. My clothing is presentable, and there are no odors creeping from any of my parts. This is so for two reasons: 1) I have self-respect, and care about how I present myself, especially in the professional sense, and B) If I do not, I will lose my job, because my employer cares about how his company is presented by his employees. Fortunately B is a non-issue because of 1.

Clearly 1 does not apply to this guy, and B does not apply to his empl...

Oh. Right.



tweaker

16 Tons

I really meant to post something Tuesday. And Wednesday. And yesterday. I have the emails sent to myself at home as reminders to prove it.

I know, I know. Something about the road to hell and good intentions, right?

Anyway, I've been up to my gelatinous, harpoon-scarred gut with work at work and work at home, and I just haven't been able to sit down and write anything meaningful anything at all.

I had some pretty good ones lined up, too. I need to get home at a decent hour and get that stuff written up before it's no good anymore.

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In other news, I finally had my follow-up with my cardiologist. The good news is that I have a clean bill of health. Nothing wrong with the ticker or anything else. The bad news is that he didn't have, nor did he even friggin offer, any information on what happened to me in the first place. The ugly news is that I have slightly elevated blood pressure, slightly elevated bad cholesterol, and slightly elevated liver function, all due to the fact that I tipped the friggin scales at 251 lbs.

That, ladies and gentlemen, put a serious sore under the saddle.

I have resolved to get healthy, one way or the other. I'm going to quit smoking, and I've got some stuff to help with that. I'm going to eat better - not start eating better, but actually-damned-do it - and make it normal. And knees be damned, I'm going to figure out some way to exercise.

My clothes don't fit. I don't like the way I look. I don't like the way I feel. And now it's affecting my health. No more. It ends.

Or it ends me.



tweaker

Fueled

Okay, so I've been on vacation since June 24. I've tried to post regularly, but it just didn't happen. I took a trip to the coast, ate like a king, dodged a direct miss from a hurricane (suck), and helped The Wifey formulate a plan to redecorate the house. Got some work done on my backyard, too.

Tonight, I threw down on two grills getting cooking done for the week. We're good on dinner through Friday, thanks to the (lump) charcoal fire in the kettle cooking along next to the Griglia Inox. Coal fire took good care of some chicken for fajitas, and followed that up with a nice octet of country-style beef ribs. When the ribs went down, so did the top sirloin. Same as usual, The Wifey's cut down first on the road to Medium, followed by the larger cut that The Little Girl and I share sometime around (or before) Medium Rare.

The steaks were for tonight. They were joined by some basics: mashed taters and green beans. A double of Full Sail IPA washed it down nicely.

Tomorrow brings the first day back at work, but not before I go talk to my cardiologist for a long-overdue follow up from my lab work and echocardiogram. I plan to resume normal blogging then. See y'all tomorrow!



tweaker

Here's A Quarter

I was going to check the weather for the remainder of the day - which, by the by, is pretty much abysmal with all the rain and storms flowing out of the gulf - and something on my iGoogle homepage caught my eye:

Obama calls for immigration reform

I don't know about y'all (though I'd wager a guess), but I am sick to bloody death of that man calling for things. And it's exactly what he's doing. He's basically phoning it in to Congress that he wants something, and his (albeit dwindling) overwhelming majority in both Houses will deliver in $30 Trillion or less or your money back.

Being the glutton for punishment that I am, the cranial pressure-test continued, leading me here:

President Obama today chided states like Arizona for taking the "ill-conceived" step of taking immigration reform into their own hands. While he insisted immigration reform must be addressed at the federal level, he blasted Republicans for not getting on board.

Mr. President? Hear me loud, and hear me crystal clear. Take your federal laws and shove them straight up your ass. States taking initiative to solve a problem that needs solving is not ill-conceived, you mouth-breathing retard. States waiting around for Uncle Sugar to come to the rescue while their resources are getting sucked up by folks who didn't come about it honest is ill-conceived. The Fed crying foul when a state draws a line in the sand that happens to lie on an international border is simply and blatantly pretentious. You can't come running in to "help" once a state decides to handle their business without your help.

(Of course, I am of the opinion that you aren't upset that AZ didn't ask for your help. Your underoos are in a not because AZ didn't ask for your permission.)

You're using a hot-button issue as another opportunity to tie your political adversaries to the whipping post, and you don't give a flying fuck at a rolling doughnut what state gets shat upon in the process. Well, get used to it, bub, because We The People are reaching critical shit-mass, and we're not taking any more.

Arizona's pissed about illegal immigration, and, for better or worse, they're doing something about it. Texas has a major-league clusterfuck in nearly every border town between well-armed and highly aggressive drug cartels and a nearly-ineffective military, and it regularly sucks Texas citizens and law enforcement into the fray. How long do you thing we're going to put up with that? Try and stop Texas. I dare you.



tweaker



Edit: Apparently I wasn't done.

"I believe we can put politics aside and finally have an immigration system that's accountable..."

No, sir, we cannot put politics aside. No more than you can. I hope they give you Hell on Capitol Hill on this one, and I hope it makes you crazy.