Trump nails it…AGAIN

The Truth-Teller-In-Chief.

President Trump on Sunday said he meant every word of his Thanksgiving attack on Minnesota Gov. Tim Walz, telling reporters aboard Air Force One that he stands by calling the Democrat “retarded” and adding, “Yeah, I think there’s something wrong with him,” when asked whether he wanted to revise the remark. Trump pointed directly to Walz’s record as the reason for his choice of words, arguing that no responsible governor would preside over the kind of refugee policies that have transformed Minnesota in the way he described. “Anybody that would allow those people into a state and pay billions of dollars out to Somalia,” Trump said, before launching into a broader criticism of Somalia itself. He told reporters the country “has a name, but it doesn’t function like a country,” and said Walz’s approach to migration shows “there’s something wrong” with his leadership, not Trump’s assessment of it.

The controversy stemmed from Trump’s Thanksgiving post on Truth Social, where he warned that America’s “refugee burden” has become a driving force behind what he called growing dysfunction in communities across the country. Minnesota, he argued, is the clearest example. In that message, Trump accused Walz of letting “hundreds of thousands of refugees from Somalia” take hold of the state, writing that organized gangs are “roving the streets looking for ‘prey’ as our wonderful people stay locked in their apartments and houses hoping against hope that they will be left alone.” He then blasted both Walz and Rep. Ilhan Omar, calling Walz “seriously retarded” for doing “nothing, either through fear, incompetence, or both,” and accusing Omar of entering the country under a fraudulent family arrangement — a long-running allegation she insists is false but has never fully put to rest. Trump described her as someone who “complains about our country” while coming from what he called a “decadent, backward, and crime-ridden” place that “is essentially not even a country.”

Yeeee-OWTCH! Poor Tampon Timmeh, the Minnesota Doughboy™, had to have felt that stinging bitch-slap from halfway across the damn country.

Yep, Ye Aulde Bloggehoste is a bleedin’ idjit

AWFL Karen=Dolores Umbridge.


Ya hit the nail right square on the head with this one, Frank. As big a Potter fan as I am, still that connection had somehow escaped my notice until just now.

Update! A commenter makes anoher clear connection.


Annnnd ANOTHER nice catch.


S’truth.

Dolly dishes

TMI? Or no? Inquiring minds want to know.

Dolly’s Holiday Message Amid Health Battle — and One Actor’s Sweet Story About Her
Back in September, national treasure Dolly Parton announced that she was postponing some of her upcoming shows in Las Vegas to September 2026 because she was dealing with some health challenges and had to have “a few procedures.” She wrote the following in a letter to her fans:

…While that sounded better than what many fans first believed, there are still a lot of worried people out there. Ms. Parton will be 80 in January after all. We simply don’t want to lose her. Well, she took to social media again on Thursday to let us all know she’s still hanging in there and wished us all a “Happy Thanksgiving.” How we come to the truly juicy stuff. In a manner of speaking. In the meantime, an X user told actor James Woods that she’d recently watched an interview with Dolly, during which she said that love scenes in movies always made her nervous, but that Woods was, by far, the best kisser of all the leading men she’d worked with over the years.

Dolly’s fulsome praise got a rise out of Woods:


Is there more, you ask? Why yes, there is.

I actually managed to track down that interview with Jay Leno from years ago. “You wouldn’t believe how James Woods can kiss — in fact, I tell him every time I see him, ‘You want to kiss? You want to do another…I bet he’s a great lover, too,” Dolly said with a laugh.

Dolly also mentioned Sylvester Stallone being pretty good at this particular part of his craft, but she had something else to say about Burt Reynolds. She said that when they filmed The Best Little Whorehouse In Texas, Reynolds had to dye his mustache black because it’d actually already turned gray by that point. “Every time I kissed him, I’d just have all black around my face,” she chuckled.

Okay, I don’t give a fig who you are or what your opinion of Dolly Parton might be, that’s some funny-ass shit right there.

WRECKED ’em

What Coleman said.


PREACH it, bruh.

Off with their masks!

Forcibly, violently, and painfully, thanks to the great and powerful Wizard of Oz Musk.

Elon Musk’s zeal for truth reveals the online frauds aiming to divide us
On Friday Elon Musk, having figured out that a lot of influential X accounts weren’t what they claimed to be, activated an X feature showing where users were actually posting from — and uncovered (at least) a million lies.

Turns out a lot of users claiming to be disillusioned Trump voters, or anti-Israel Americans, are actually foreign frauds.

Like the one that posted: “Trump is Israel First. I’m done with MAGA. I hope Republicans lose.”

Americans turning on Trump over Israel?

Nope. The account was based in Turkey.

Likewise the woke-right “groyper” movement supposedly elevating white supremacist Nick Fuentes seems to be largely a foreign sham, and “Ron Smith, MAGA Hunter,” a prolific anti-Trump poster with a substantial following, turns out to be from Kenya.

Many users billing themselves as “Native American” with accounts specializing in divisive racial attacks on white people are actually foreign, and mostly from Bangladesh.

And so on, and so on.

Awful lot of jihadi weird-beards skulking behind those online guises, same-same with the ostensible Paleosimians whining about being the victims of “genocide” in Gaza from their homes in Turkey, Kenya, or Poland. Crack on Netanyahu, Israel, and (((***Dem JooJooJooJOOOOOOZ!!!***))) all you like, but don’t go acting all shocked and butthurt to learn that the people you’re associating yourself with online ain’t necessarily the people you think they are.

Kudos to Elon for yanking the rug right out from under certain unworthy, deceitful frauds, thereby prompting plenty of long-overdue attitude adjustment into the bargain. Kinda pathetic that so many of us so badly needed reminding of the most basic rule of online existence: Nothing, and I do mean NOTHING, is as it seems here. On the Innarnuts you either take absolutely everything with a YUUUGE grain of salt, or you just aint tall enough for this ride yet, kid.

The perfect response

Another “politics as usual” story I wouldn’t ordinarily give a fiddler’s fuck about, except for this one beautiful thing.

House Minority Leader Hakeem Jeffries appeared on CNBC on Friday, expecting another friendly segment where he could blame Republicans for everything under the sun without being challenged. Instead, he ran into Rebecca Quick, who did something that clearly stunned him: she asked real questions, pressed him for real answers, and refused to let him filibuster with recycled talking points. What followed was a live, televised meltdown that revealed just how much Jeffries depends on compliant hosts to keep his political theater afloat.

Quick opened with a straightforward point: If Democrats claim they want to avoid the expiration of key Obamacare subsidies, they need Republican votes. So why not start with something achievable?

“If this is something that you want to satiate, if you want to get done, you are going to need at least some Republicans to come over,” she said. “Why not start with a one-year extension or potentially even a two-year extension?”

Jeffries immediately shifted into campaign mode. He declared, “Leader Schumer offered a one-year extension in the context of trying to end the Trump Republican [sic] shutdown.” He went straight to the past, ignoring the question. Quick stopped him.

“That’s different. I’m talking about what you have now,” she said. “Let’s not go back to what’s done in the past and what has not been extended.”

Jeffries started getting irritated at this point. “You can ask me the question. I’ll provide the answer,” he snapped.

Quick didn’t flinch. “Answer the question instead of going back.”

The dodging, weaving, and dissembling continues from there, until finally Ms Quick’s patience is so thoroughly exhausted by the ongoing barrage of ever-less-persuasive weasel words that she can no longer contain her exasperation, culminating in what would have to be one of the finest moments in the history of journalisming.


Heh. If I was a MSM reporter/anchor/newsreaderperson, the network would can me after my second day on the job, citing my inability to stop pulling that same face throughout the broadcast as justification. There would almost certainly be some girlish giggling involved as well, which wouldn’t help me any.

Say, did somebody mention a work-around just a little while ago?

Why yes, I do believe somebody did at that.

Lakeside Joe elaborates.

Although you can buy fireworks in the state, they’re not actually legal here. Indeed, The Tampa Tribune in 2014 called fireworks sales in Florida an “institutionalized charade,” leading one lawmaker to call for “more freedom (and) less fraud.”

The whole FUSA could use a hell of a lot more “lawmakers” like that guy, seems to me. If we’d had ‘em all along, from sea to shining sea, it’s a lead-pipe cinch we wouldnt be in the godawful mess we’re in now.

Retail sales are allowed only because of a 60-year-old loophole in the law, the only known one of its kind in the country. That allows “fireworks … to be used solely and exclusively in frightening birds from agricultural works and fish hatcheries.” Indeed, anyone who’s bought fireworks from a roadside tent over the years may remember signing a form acknowledging the buyer falls under an agricultural, fisheries or other exemption.
For the record, fireworks can also be used for “signal purposes or illumination” of a railroad or quarry, “for signal or ceremonial purposes in athletics or sports, or for use by military organizations.”

See what I mean? Now that there’s a GREAT workaround. As all such things should, it tells our would-be masters, in no uncertain terms: you go ahead and write your damned bills, pass ‘em, and pose for the press-gaggle cameras when the Gov signs them into law. Then the whole sorry lot of you can just sit back and watch as we all ignore the fucking things, you Big Government baglappers.

Funny, innit, how Texas keeps slip-sliding deeper and deeper into Progressivist/Mooselimb Perdition, while DeSantis’s Florida just goes from strength to strength to strength. As bastions of liberty go, Texas begins to seem mushy, unreliable, and dispirited, but the Great State of Florida looks more and more like a big upraised middle finger flourished all up in the grilll of Wokester Amerika in a show of defiance, doggedness, and direct challenge.

Grow Your Way Out of Debt – The Trump Plan

Quarter 3 growth is 4.2%
It just keeps going up.
Private spending – private investment – not the damn government growing (gov is downsizing)

It is a big deal, one that is glossed over by the left, the “media”, and the rino republicans.

Real Private Sector Growth

Hat tip Instapundit

Also, from the comments, one by Kenny:
“Native-Born Workers Rise By 2 Million Under Trump To A New Record High, As Foreign-Born Plunge By 1.6 Million”

Native Born Workers Rise

It is a BIG DEAL. How often have we told you the plan is to increase growth and grow ourselves out of trouble and increasing personal wealth at the same time. Get the economy on track, then next eliminate institutional welfare…

Straight talk

In case you’ve forgotten, this is what a heroine looks (and sounds) like.


PREACH it, baybee!

About. Fucking. TIME

I checked, but could find no mention of the old Vichy GOPe “repeal AND REPLACE” subterfuge. Which I consider to be a very good thing

Yes! Trump Calls for Ending Obamacare
President Trump took to Truth Social on Saturday to lay out a blunt message for Senate Republicans: End Obamacare once and for all, and give the money straight back to the people.

As the government shutdown drags into its 38th day, Trump is pushing for a common-sense fix that bypasses the bureaucrats and delivers real results to Americans directly.

“I am recommending to Senate Republicans that the Hundreds of Billions of Dollars currently being sent to money sucking Insurance Companies in order to save the bad Healthcare provided by ObamaCare, BE SENT DIRECTLY TO THE PEOPLE SO THAT THEY CAN PURCHASE THEIR OWN, MUCH BETTER, HEALTHCARE, and have money left over,” Trump wrote. “In other words, take from the BIG, BAD Insurance Companies, give it to the people, and terminate, per Dollar spent, the worst Healthcare anywhere in the World, ObamaCare.”

While details of the plan remain unclear, one thing is certain: Obamacare has been a disaster, and it’s time to do something about it.

Hey, anybody remember back when Obamacare was being pimped as the cure for all our healthcare ills? YOU know, when Obamacare was going to make health insurance affordable, readily available to all, and easily comprehensible to the ordinary Joe?

Everything would be simplified, streamlined, more cost-efficient and smooth-running than ever before. Patients, doctors, nurses, admins, assistants, every last man Jack of us would benefit enormously from the “fundamental transformation” of our creaky, dilapidated, antiquated system. For this beneficent retooling of a badly-broken system, every American would owe Bathhouse Barry a debt which could never be repaid. President Ogabe’s legacy would make Washington, Jefferson, and Adams look like pikers by comparison.

Yeah, about all that

Our disdainful Lords and Masters admonished us from On High that we’d “have to pass it to find out what was in it,” but unfortunately, the bag we were left holding turned out to be yet another pig in a poke. All anybody’s talked about since the implementation of the Obamacare shit circus is the desperate need to “fix” the thing, which far as I’m concerned gives the game away. Trump has the right of it: dump the worthless boondoggle, let the market work its magic, and return health-care freedom of choice to We Duh Peepul.

Who knows, perhaps medical care and health insurance could even get back to being as reasonably-priced, the health-care labyrinth as readily navigable, as it was when I was a wee bairn (ie, twenty scoots per visit to the doctor’s office, payable via cash, personal check, or credit card), before boozehound Teddy Kennedy (D-Chappaquiddick) poked FederalGovCo’s big, fat nose into what had heretofore worked quite well as a private affair back in ’65, turning a health-care system that had been the envy of the world into the most unfunny joke of all time.

Laissez les bon temps roulez!

Allons danser de zydeco, churrens.

CJ makes that beautiful Stradella-Musette squeezebox all but talk, don’t he? Good, good stuff. If this next selection doesn’t bring a tear to your eye, better check yourself for a pulse immediately—because you probably aint’ got one.

Time for a little backstory on CJ and the Red Hots, I believe: CJ Chenier is the rebel son of legendary zydeco musician Clifton Chenier, whose Red Hot Louisiana Band CJ kept alive upon the old man’s demise, after casting off his own deep uncertainty regarding whether he could, or even should, assume his father’s role. In fact, the above video is taken from a show commemorating Papa Clifton ’s 100th birthday, featuring several extraordinary accordionists in addition to Chenier fils.

As Fate would have it, I have a little history with CJ and the Red Hots my own self. Back in my glorious NYC days, the Red Hots were scheduled to play the long-gone Tramps concert hall one night. The venue’s owner (Terry Dunne), knowing what a big fan of CJ Chenier I was, telephoned to inform me that I needed to haul some serious ass down to his joint for sound check, so’s he could introduce me to dem Ragin’ Cajuns.

So of course I did that thing. The band’s lineup was more or less the same as in the Austin City Limits vid up top, excepting the drummer. Offsetting this somewhat disappointing absence, Red Hots rhythm guitar/triangle virtuoso Harry Hippolite was present and accounted for, which saved the day from being a near-wipeout pour moi.

In the end, Harry, CJ, lead guitarist Rodney Bartholomew—hell, the whole lot—turned oout to be some of the nicest, friendliest, most easygoing folks you could ever hope to meet, and I consider myself blessed indeed to have made their acquaintance on that frabjous day. No oversize egos; no pretention; no falsity; no attempt to deride, belittle, or antagonize; no throwing around of (nonexistent) weight—just genuine, regular down-home folks who are glad and grateful to be wherever they are, and likewise glad to have you are there with ’em.

After kicking back with the fellas and chit-chatting about the kind of things salty old road dogs tend to talk sbout when they get together—dive bars, loose women, incompetent sound men, the chronic diarrhea brought on by a succession of greasy, grab-it-n-gobble-it meals day after day after day—Harry sidled up quietly to ask a question of me: as a resident of NYC, perhaps I might know where a guy could score himself a little weed?

Now it just so happened that at that time I was co-bartending every Friday night with this babe-a-iicious half-Thai chick who just so happened to be slinging some of the most ass-kicking skunk EVAR. So I went upstairs, made a quick phone call, and a deal was made. I semi-speed-walked sixteen blocks downtown and a cpl-three east of Tramps’ West 21st Street location, picked up the goods, walked back to Tramps, and voila! Just that quick and easy, the deed was done.

Back inside the quiet, near-deserted main room of Tramps, I nabbed a complimentary Tanqueray and tonic and lingered at the bar for a pleasant interlude confabbing with the fresh-off-the-boat fair Colleen behind the stick, Katherine by name, with whom I’d gotten very chummy in the course of my own many Tramps gigs.

Katherine closed our too-brief tête à tête with a lively but demure kiss (a seeming impossibillity I’ve never before or since known any woman to do) and merrily shooed me off to someplace else, saying she had a whole lot of work to do and not a whole lot of time in which to do it, so I headed back down to the Green Room to deliver my precious cargo. Harry nabbed the bag from my hand, twisted a tight, slender pin-joint, and sparked up. Everyone huddled up in a shoulder-to-shoulder circle and passed Harry’s handiwork around.

I mean, we fumigated the space with a sweet-smelling cloud of ganja smoke in short order! As the happy-stick made its appointed rounds, CJ gratefully assured me that henceforth I would have a guar-on-teed spot on the guest list, including a plus-one of my choosing, for any Red Hots performance I cared to attend, anywhere. Also, the promised guest-list spot had no expirstion date, would be a forever kind of thing. Taken aback by such unexpected generosity, I clasped CJ’s big hand and shook it heartily, which heartfelt yet insufficient gesture he double-trumped when he threw an arm around my shoulders and pulled me into a powerful bear-hug.

Good music; good friends; a righteous buzz; an impromptu private bash thrown  in a large, well-kept dressing room; a comely young Irish lass who’d long since made it abundantly clear to me that she could be had mere steps away—I ask you, what more could a guy ask for?

Now if that ain’t a happy ending, I don’t know what would be.

PS: I felt it necessary to do this post because of BCE’s account of his recent N’Awliins adventure, for the edification (hopefully) of one of the commenters over there.

* No-Tell Motel, this would be; my smoking-hot fellow barkeep would on occasion bake a big batch of loco weed-spiked brownies to plate up and set out on the bar for Those Who Know to avail themselves of—which is how it came to pass that I got famed teetotaler Glenn Danzig stoned out of his gourd one fine Friday night, a hy-larious true-life tale I’m pretty sure I told here some years back

The winner for GOAT politician

Could only be the Right Honorable Sen John N Kennedy, R-La.

John Kennedy Just Ended Kamala’s 2028 Dreams in One Sentence
As we previously reported, Kamala Harris recently gave an interview where she hinted more strongly than before that she might run for president again in the future. During the interview, a BBC reporter humorously mentioned Kamala’s long-shot betting odds, underscoring that few take her prospects seriously. Kamala also previously claimed that people had told her she was “the most qualified candidate ever to run for president,” adding, “I’m just speaking fact.”

I don’t have to tell you that nobody—and I mean nobody—has ever thought that, much less said it out loud where anyone might overhear it.

Naturally, when comedian Adam Carolla had Sen. John Kennedy (R-La.) on his podcast, they had to talk about Kamala’s delusions of grandeur.

Carolla played the clip of Kamala making her claim, and then turned to Kennedy for his reaction. “Well, I know the vice president,” Kennedy began. “We served in the United States Senate together. We were on the Judiciary Committee together.”

Kennedy didn’t hold back his assessment. “She was very scripted. I think she’s a lovely person, and she’s entitled to her opinion,” he said. “But I have seen the polling before she got in the race, and the polls showed that most Americans looked at the vice president and thought to themselves, ‘When her IQ gets to 75, she oughta sell.’ Now, that’s what the polling showed.”

He noted that the media attacked him for making that observation in the past. “I pointed that out at the time, and the legacy media beat up on me like I stole Christmas, but that’s what the polling showed,” Kennedy said.

As for why Kamala ended up in the 2024 race, Kennedy argued it wasn’t part of the original plan. “I don’t think she expected to be running for president,” he said, “but I also don’t think they expected President Biden to have a major league goat rodeo meltdown in front of the American people in his first and only debate. And so it was thrust upon her.”

As opposed to into her, as was the case when Kumala used notorious California grifter Willie Brown to suck-start her less-than-whelming political “career.” Quite a contrast with Sen Kennedy, who when it comes to politicians is rather the exception that proves the rule.

Carolla agreed that Kamala’s résumé doesn’t exactly scream “most qualified.” “Being DA of San Francisco or holding some position where you’re in the pockets of donors and contributors—I don’t know if I like those kind of qualifications,” he said. “I would take a guy who was a farmer, a veteran, a Navy SEAL, or who ran his own business. In my world, a welder who ran his own welding business—I like those qualifications better than

Kennedy closed with a broader reflection on leadership. “To be a successful political leader, you do have to be smart, but it’s more than that,” he said. “You have to be mature. You have to be governed by morality, not appetite and ambition. You’ve got to exercise power intelligently and know which bridge to burn and which bridge to cross. And you can serve in public life all you want, but if you don’t have those skills, then you’re not going to be a good president.”

He then contrasted Trump’s clarity with Harris’s incoherence. “Vice President Harris could never… she just couldn’t communicate,” he said. “It was like she was speaking in Sanskrit. Nobody knew what she was talking about. Trump, on the other hand—you may like him, you may dislike him, but you know exactly where he’s coming from. Most people, whether they like him or not, respect the transparency. And he’s pretty much done what he said he would do.”

Smart fella, that Kennedy is. Straight up, no chaser, no mucking about, never a pulled punch, the plain and simple truth delivered with an ‘aw, shucks”  grin and a hearty chuckle—why, it’s almost as if the man doesn’t even know what “dissembling” means, nor much cares to. All of which is a BIG part of what makes him so exceptional, see.

You don’t mess with JD, nor his ol’ lady neither

Not if you know what’s good for you, you don’t.

In case you missed it, Joe Biden’s former White House press secretary, Jen Psaki, made some vile comments about Vance’s marriage earlier this week, implying that JD is “scary” and Usha is being held hostage somehow.

I think the little Manchurian candidate, JD Vance, wants to be president more than anything else. I always wonder what’s going on in the mind of his wife. Like, are you okay? Blink four times. Come over here. We’ll save you. He’s willing to do anything to get there… he’s scarier in certain ways.

I’ve debated writing about this since it happened, but it’s so irritating that I couldn’t bring myself to give it the time of day. First of all, Psaki spent 16 months telling us that Biden was a good president, so why would anyone take anything she says seriously? Second, I’ve learned a lot about the second lady since her husband took office, and she is an incredible woman — a wonderful role model for young women and girls. By all accounts, she adores her husband, and it’s evident in every appearance they make or interview she gives. But even so, she’s an independent woman who has her own interests, thoughts, goals, and affairs. And to hear him tell it, she’s called a lot of the shots in JD’s career.

Anyway, a reporter asked the vice president, who is in Israel today, about Psaki’s statement. Vance couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all, but he also reiterated how lucky he is to have her by his side and let the world know that she can speak for herself on the matter if she wants.

I think it’s disgraceful, but, of course, the second lady can speak for herself. I’m very luck to have a wonderful wife. I know, at least I hope, that my wife feels the same about me, but we’re very lucky to have this journey. Or I should say, I’m very lucky to go on this journey with a very loving wife. We’re going to keep on serving the country together, and I’m honored to have Usha by my side…

I have little else to say about this. Vance’s laugh says it all. It’s ridiculous, and I suspect these attacks will ramp up as Democrats realize they don’t have an obvious 2028 candidate, while we have at least two, with Vance as the obvious frontrunner. Expect this kind of talk to ramp up: Vance is weird, he’s mean, he’s whatever… the reality is he’s a patriotic American, a man who’s serviced his country in the military and in public office, a husband, a father, a Godly man, a masculine man who protects his family but doesn’t overstep his role, and someone with one heck of a sense of humor. He’s overcome so many odds to get here, too. Liberal harpies are no match for the VP.

Of COURSE they’ll “ramp up” the noxious, repulsive bullshit. What else CAN they do? D卐M☭CRAT scumbuckets realize they simply can’t lay a glove on Vance no matter what or how hard they try; the guy just doesn’t rattle, he doesn’t scare, and he never, ever runs away from a fight.

One other thing The Best Darn Veep America Ever Had has got going for him: it’s entertaining as all git-out to watch him work. He floats like a butterfly and stings like a bee in dealing with the Leftard baglappers, and no mistake. JD doesn’t care what they think any more than the rest of us do, and it couldn’t be more obvious…or more terrific, if you ask me.

The greatest pop-rock song yet written

That would be this one, of course.

Don’t insult my intelligence by trying to claim you never heard this one before, you liar. Part of what makes this a veritably flawless pop song is that 1) EVERYBODY has heard it before; 2) everybody likes it; and 3) everybody remembers it well.

There ya go, those three fulfill pretty much all the requirements.

The melody is so catchy and infectious it never really leaves your head, provided you aren’t a complete music-hater…which almost nobody actuallly is. The central guitar riff and fills are ditto, same-same with the vocal harmonizing and the call-and-response-style backing vocal in the turnaround. The rhythm is bouncy and eminently danceable, checking the last remaining box in confirmation of the song’s GOAT status.

Helping to advance the case still further is that all the performances are spot on, both instrumental and vocal, as are the mix, the editing, and the mastering. The lone questionable aspect here is the subject matter, which even so makes the whole enchilada stand out in the average person’s mind as unusual, even unique, thereby turning what might have been a minus into a plus. More proof, as if any were needed, is this YT commenter’s assessment:

@warpig4942
5 years ago (edited)

Almost 40 years…. still the most famous phone number on Earth.

Yep, no argument from me.

Lightning sure struck in a big way this time, not just for Tommy Heath and his band but for all of us.

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"There are men in all ages who mean to govern well, but they mean to govern. They promise to be good masters, but they mean to be masters."
Daniel Webster

“When I was young I was depressed all the time. But suicide no longer seemed a possibility in my life. At my age there was very little left to kill.”
Charles Bukowski

“A slave is one who waits for someone to come and free him.”
Ezra Pound

“The illusion of freedom will continue as long as it’s profitable to continue the illusion. At the point where the illusion becomes too expensive to maintain, they will just take down the scenery, they will pull back the curtains, they will move the tables and chairs out of the way and you will see the brick wall at the back of the theater.”
Frank Zappa

“The right of a nation to kill a tyrant in case of necessity can no more be doubted than to hang a robber, or kill a flea.”
John Adams

"A society of sheep must in time beget a government of wolves."
Bertrand de Jouvenel

"It is terrible to contemplate how few politicians are hanged."
GK Chesterton

"I predict that the Bush administration will be seen by freedom-wishing Americans a generation or two hence as the hinge on the cell door locking up our freedom. When my children are my age, they will not be free in any recognizably traditional American meaning of the word. I’d tell them to emigrate, but there’s nowhere left to go. I am left with nauseating near-conviction that I am a member of the last generation in the history of the world that is minimally truly free."
Donald Sensing

"The only way to live free is to live unobserved."
Etienne de la Boiete

"History does not long entrust the care of freedom to the weak or the timid."
Dwight D. Eisenhower

"To put it simply, the Left is the stupid and the insane, led by the evil. You can’t persuade the stupid or the insane and you had damn well better fight the evil."
Skeptic

"There is no better way to stamp your power on people than through the dead hand of bureaucracy. You cannot reason with paperwork."
David Black, from Turn Left For Gibraltar

"If the laws of God and men, are therefore of no effect, when the magistracy is left at liberty to break them; and if the lusts of those who are too strong for the tribunals of justice, cannot be otherwise restrained than by sedition, tumults and war, those seditions, tumults and wars, are justified by the laws of God and man."
John Adams

"The limits of tyranny are prescribed by the endurance of those whom they oppress."
Frederick Douglass

"Give me the media and I will make of any nation a herd of swine."
Joseph Goebbels

“I hope we once again have reminded people that man is not free unless government is limited. There’s a clear cause and effect here that is as neat and predictable as a law of physics: As government expands, liberty contracts.”
Ronald Reagan

"Ain't no misunderstanding this war. They want to rule us and aim to do it. We aim not to allow it. All there is to it."
NC Reed, from Parno's Peril

"I just want a government that fits in the box it originally came in."
Bill Whittle

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