Never Never Never Never Give Up, Winston Churchill

I have begun this blogging business too many times to refer to this as a Maiden Voyage.  More like a midnight sail after the dinner cruise and before dry dock. After the Love Boat and before the Titanic.

Here goes nuthin’.  Again.

Allow me to state a few of the premises from which I operate. People who disagree with my premises are not likely to agree with my analyses or deductions and, in consequence, are unlikely to appreciate my master craftsmanship or rapier wit. They should feel free to lead, follow or get out of the way.  

In order of mental percolation not societal importance, stipulating that others will assuredly be remembered or learned, some of my axioms are posted below.  Sometimes I feel like Sisyphus . . . two steps forward, and all the way back down the hill. Sometimes I feel like Lucy Ricardo . . . I have an IDEA.

Premise:  There is an omnipotent, omniscient,  omnipresent and benevolent for-lack-of-a-bigger-or-better-word God.

Premise:  He who giveth can usually control and/or take away.  Who can speak Truth without autonomy?  No sane person can be expected to bite the hand that feeds him. I will ask those for whom my writing resonates to send to me ONE DOLLAR per year, so that I am paid for my Labor but indebted to no one. Indebted people pull their punches. One dollar per year = no ads + no book to buy = good deal.

Premise:  Life is not fair and Equality is malarkey.  Fairness and Equality are maypoles of mischief for opportunistic politicians and Limousine Liberals.

Premise:  The bigger government is, the worse it is — by every measure but one. Big government employs a lotta lotta people who are overpaid with taxpayer-read-that-purloined dollars to do a lotta lotta busywork.

Premise:  American Governments, all of ‘em, are shot through and through with corruption, ineptitude, wastefulness, extravagance and stupidity. Me, I say also Treason. Me, I am with Cicero in certitude that Traitors must be executed. Public Officials who are “merely” corrupt should be sent to federal penitentiaries, ordered to pay restitution, relieved of their pensions, and banned from both politics and finance. Wankers. 

Premise:  The people who think that when things finally get bad enough, the rest of the people will wise up and see everything their way are, in a word, DELUSIONAL.

Consensus is a simple but difficult riddle
Lying always somewhere near the middle 

Premise: Lifetime political activists constitute their own Elite.  They have zero motivation to actually ever fix anything — politicking and arguing is their hobby. Yes, well.  I am here to acquaint them with the reality that most of us do NOT enjoy The Political Process, and are NOT prepared to spend year in and year out mentally masturbating in our “side’s” circle jerk.  This is a PREPOSTEROUS way to use up a life.

Premise:  There is no such thing as a free lunch. The wisdom of the ages that money doesn’t grow on trees?  The SPIRIT of the adage implicates printing presses as well.

Premise:  Bad Guys are looting the United States Treasury.

Premise:  Bullies are NEVER talked out of being Bullies. Bullies are NEVER reasoned into niceness. Bullies respond to cajoling by heaping MORE abuse on those who have revealed themselves to be whiner weaklings — read that, Appeasers. A punch in the nose, literally or figuratively, is what “inspires” a Bully to knock it off.

Premise:  Most Bullies are Cowards.

Premise:  Regrettably, most Americans are also Cowards.

Premise:  No Reform ever occurred but that a fearless Minority with vision, ethics and stick-to-it-ive-ness rolled up their sleeves and shoveled the shit.

Premise:  As an American, I am not obliged to embrace every other culture on earth. IN America, I am not obliged to accommodate the cultures of people who come here but decline to assimilate.  Americana is cool.  I am sick and effing tired of pressing ONE for English in my own country.  Pre-Obama, I was called a nigger-lover.  Post-Obama, I am called a racist.  Screw it.  My new idea of diversity is the International House of Pancakes.

Premise:  The telecommunication providers are riddled with scam artistry.

Premise:  Amnesty for Illegals is bullshit. Benefits for Illegals is bullshit.  No country on earth reciprocates.  It is Limousine Liberality — on other people’s dime, natch — to the ruinous Nth degree.  They’re buyin’ votes.

Premise:  Irrespective of how it is dressed up as Robin Hood Do Goodery, the bottom line is that Taxation is theft.  It is. Absolutely as little of it as possible should be tolerated.

Premise:  It is lunacy that government officials should live high off the hog, while the people endure backbreaking taxation.  In-your-face INSANITY. 

Premise:  Actions have consequences. Consequences are teachers. Absence of consequences causes fraudulent but profitable activities to proliferate.  Our current financial clusterfuck is not without precedent in the S&L “crisis.”  How many Big Shots went to prison on that one?  One, who was pardoned before he served a day?

Premise:  The War On Drugs is bullshit. Marijuana and hemp constitute low-hanging fruit that would MATERIALLY AND BENEFICIALLY impact the economy. The continued criminalization of marijuana is unjust and hypocritical. The incarceration and ruination of pot smokers is beyond unchristian, it is unconscionable.  Besides ruining people’s lives, we are wasting fortunes on bogus Judicial.

Premise:  The longer and longer and stronger and stronger arm of American Law Enforcement is OUT. OF. CONTROL. I will argue that powers who cower in ivory towers are contriving for Law Enforcement to be scapegoats, both feeling and fueling the increasing public ire. I urge Law Enforcement to recall that the oaths they swore are to defend principles, not personalities.

Premise:  The pen is mightier than the sword in the long run, to be sure. But in the short run, a mighty sword is mitigated by money . . . or another sword.

They will have to kill me to shut me up.

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