A Sticky Wicket

Written by Pistol Pete Monday, 31 January 2011 13:17

You know what really chaps my butt, besides everything else that chaps my butt? Not only have we been giving Egypt billion$ since 1979, but we also built them an M-1 tank factory so they can have the same great tanks we have! They even have 300 F-16s! We must have a closet full of Einsteins. I know that makes Israel feel most secure. There has been a steady succession of douche bags from Carter to Obama who have made sure Egypt is the strongest Arab country in the world and now all of that might is about to be had by the very types who attacked us. We only have one ally in the area, Israel, and we've shit on them for decades just to score oil points. While idiots here call for regular folks to be given mental tests before owning a gun, those in higher office should have to pass a test before they can even run for office. We keep hearing about not letting various things "fall into the wrong hands". How about the "wrong hands" are the one's calling the shots?

If the Muslim Brotherhood takes over Egypt there will be the others in the area who will get together and launch another war against Israel: Hamas; Hezbollah; Islamic Jihad; al-Qaida; Syria; possibly Jordan; etc. And what will the USA government do about it? Absolutely nothing, as is now being playing out with Egypt. Hillary, on the orders from Obama, yesterday TOLD the Egyptian people they MUST transition to a democracy. They MUST transition?! Our yahoos haven’t a clue as to what to do with Egypt's yahoos. They already hate us and that is just making them more pissed off at us, as has been seen in their street demonstrations. Our people spend their time with their collective thumbs up their butts while the world catches on fire. After Hillary made that wonderful demand to Egypt, she jetted off to Haiti and told them what they MUST do. They literally don't have a pot to piss in. How about the president invites the Haitians to move to Washington D.C.? From the many pictures, film, and recounting of people who have been there, you can't tell the difference after getting passed Lafayette Park. Maybe we can talk the French into moving all of the Haitians to Egypt. You know, one great big group hug and all that.

Pay attention. History is in the making right now as sure as when the USSR went south. Remember watching that and the fear the West had of what would transpire? We were scared to death some politburo jerk-off would order nukes to be launched. Well, there are nukes involved in this situation and the ones with their fingers on the buttons are a bit edgy. Pakistan is ripe for revolution, Iran is working overtime and Israel isn't about to let herself be destroyed. The midnight sun almost happened in 1973. We are going to witness a global sea-change and it won't be to our benefit. Dealing with communists and the status quo was easy - they had their influence and we had ours. We both understood the limitations and did not cross the Rubicon. Dealing with armed, pan-world crazies who truly believe God wants them to kill every living being who is not Muslim is a nightmare. Heck, they even kill each other. But, our government sits back, waiting for the exit polls to roll in so they can make a decision, which of course, will be wrong as usual. Do you hear fiddling while the flames reach higher?

Douche bags to the left of me. Douche bags to the right of me. Douche bags all around.

PP 1/31/11

Red Light Special On Aisle 5

Written by Pistol Pete Saturday, 01 January 2011 22:45

Big Ben; Taj Mahal; Giza; Walmart – What do all these places have in common? Americans are merely tourists there. I’m not one to frequent Walmart, because I don’t particularly like people. However, sometimes I am forced to inhabit one of those clearing houses because whatever it is I need is otherwise sold at a store that is closed for some mundane reason such as the Earth blew up. Walmarts don’t close unless our borders are closed. And that’s where this story leads me.

Walk into any Walmart south of Canada and north of Mexico and you will be hard pressed to find an American outside of management and an occasional cashier. Ok, maybe not in Wisconsin, but everywhere else. The place looks like the 3rd World south of the border collectively transferred their entire populations into the store. As I move through the masses blocking the aisles and gathered in family groups of 15-27, the only words I hear are in Spanish. Now before any of you communists start whining that I’m a racist, find another cause. I don’t care what race somebody is and language is sound, not DNA. I’m a nationalist. And for those of you who are so removed from geopolitical knowledge, a nationalist is someone who puts their country first – an alien concept even within our own government. The Romans were the first nationalists and they were made up of people across North Africa, Middle East, and Europe (except for the Danes who were busy breeding extremely large dogs, creating wonderful pastries, and writing fairy tales). What the Romans didn’t do was allow the aisles to be blocked and they got everyone, except the French, to speak Latin. This is America and we speak ENGLISH. If the foreigners don’t speak English then they should stay where ever they came from until they learn it. I feel the same way about Americans in countries that don’t use English as a common language. You might wake up in an ice bath and missing a kidney. Considering the statistics in this city as to foreigner verses indigenous population, most of them have to be here illegally, as attested to by our criminal arrests for drug dealing, murder, rape, robbery, assault and NOT SPEAKING ENGLISH! Ok, they don’t get arrested for not speaking English, but they should be because it’s a sure sign they aren’t supposed to be here. And you don’t know what they’re saying to each other. Even if you do have a slight working knowledge of Spanish, they rattle off so fast their lips are blurred. It could be “Let’s block this aisle for another 10 minutes because we can’t read the labels” (even though the accompanying sign is in Spanish), or, “That guy waiting to get by doesn’t know what we’re saying so let’s stand here until he gets pissed off and leaves”.

Masses of non-English speaking, aisle-blocking foreigners aren’t my only gripe with Wally World. Another is butts. Really big butts, to be exact. Now, I’m all in favor of ample butts because, among other things, they afford warmth while cuddling in the winter and look good on certain women. It’s the ones so big they need their own zip code that bothers me when traversing an aisle, specifically, the ones riding on Walcarts that Walmart supplies that are piled high with Ding Dongs, Ho Hos, Frosted Flakes, a roasted chicken, etc, and the obligatory case of Diet Pepsi. When a butt is so big it needs a car to transport it, then that’s way too big. And it’s not just that they have Walcarts, because truly handicapped people need them, but can't get them because mega butts have them. They park two abreast and exchange high-carb recipes, or some such things, blocking the ever-shrinking amount of room already filled with illegals setting up tents from the Sporting Goods department for their extended families to move into. I feel as if I’m hacking through a jungle and only making yards per day. You can also starve if you’re trapped in the toilet paper section. And don’t think you can win a fight with the Indy Butt 500 winner for her Ding Dongs. She'll smack you with a half-eaten chicken. When they drive, they will drive on the wrong side of traffic as if they are in England, causing massive jams and won’t back up or move over because they think they’re entitled to do whatever they please, just like the foreigners. If there are to be butt movers, then there should also be butt cops on Segways to bust them. And any lip to the cop will be met with a severe caning. When you get the illegals, butt movers, and people with dementia all in an aisle at once, critical mass can happen, ripping the space-time continuum apart and destroying the universe.

Won’t you please help? For only $50 a day you can save the universe, and me not having a seizure, by paying for a Mexican to go to Walmart for me. Come on, you’d do it for Sally Struthers. Send the money directly to me. I’m not giving the bastard more than 2-bits for the trip. He may never come out.

PP 1/1/11

Twilight's First Gleaming

Written by Pistol Pete Thursday, 23 December 2010 07:39

Three Questions

Written by Pistol Pete Friday, 30 July 2010 00:00

Friends

Written by Pistol Pete Wednesday, 02 June 2010 11:40

How many people claim to have friends: real friends? There are those we work with or are neighbors, but are they really our friends or just acquaintances? Will the one’s who inhabit the cubicle farm sit with another when they are sick and lying in a hospital? Will they give you a hug when it’s obvious you are feeling down and troubled about something? Or do those “friends” keep a distance, not wanting to ‘pry’? The big question is: Will your friends take a bullet for you or shove you out of the way when a car hops the sidewalk so they take the hit? Will you do it for them?

Real friends are few and far between. I have but a few real friends that I would lay down my life for and that I trust to do the same for me. The first, of course, is Jesus. He already did that for me. Then we go with my wife and just a few others. My wife, among other things, kept me alive and sane during a horrible period. I wouldn't be here without her. She is my rock. And besides, we’ve been real friends for 30 years. I have another real friend for longer than that. But there is no particular order of importance when the call for sacrifice may come. There are some who have thrown themselves on a grenade to save their comrades, or others who run through a burning building to save a life. I’m not saying I wouldn’t put my life on the line for those who are not my friends or even strangers, but there are a tiny few I consider my real friends. You can love someone but not like them. You can like someone but not love them. I both love and like my friends.

I have one very dear real friend who counts on me for many things and has for more years than is necessary to list. We have been very close. And like her with me, I count on her to be right where and when I need her. It’s a sacred bond I cannot explain, but maybe you’ve experienced it yourself. Recently I went with her for an MRI. She wanted me along for moral support and of course I was not about to say “No”. I have never and will never say “No” to her when she needs me for whatever reason because we are the best of real friends eternal. We are held together through trials and tribulations. And if she just wants me to visit and gab, I’m there. I am her champion, her knight, and I will never abandon her. I would give my life for her without a second thought.

I have another real friend who I had worked with and still talk with each week who confides in me and me with her about certain stuff. The level of personal relationship is different, though no less caring. We have cried and laughed together and we have opened our souls to each other and are very close. We trust each other to give the other one strength. I was sent to her years ago to be put on an enlightened path. It worked and I would also give my life for her without a second thought. There are a tiny few more and each relationship has its own story and all of them are very important in the direction of my life.

With real friends things are completely open, warts and all. You laugh together and you cry together. You feel sorrow in each other's losses and rejoice in each other's gains and you just like being around one another and your heart is laid bare. You open your soul to them and them to you. When you open your soul to someone, that is the true mark of friendship and not to be taken lightly. With other friends you may stay a little reserved around them, but that doesn’t lessen the importance in both your lives and it's OK to cry with any of them when the time comes.

When you have met or meet a real friend you will know them and they will know you. There is no mistaking that bond and it will never wane. Don’t let any of them go out of your life without them knowing they mean the world to you. With some, you will mean the world to them too.

PP
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