Boomer Truths


I am one of the annointed ones. You may know my demographic as baby boomer. Yep, I’m a boomer. When you say it like that it sounds kind of like a skateboard champion or something, doesn’t it? Or something equally arrogant?

I have to tell you I am sick of us. I am sick of the boomers. I sick of the generation who thinks it rules the universe from now until eternity. The mantra of never getting old, never passing the torch is pretty irritating.

I remember when I was a kid I was barely in the demograhic, just managed to squeak in there. By the time I was a teen, I was pert near in the middle of the range, now I imagine I’m somewhere in the subgenre of silver or maybe bronze baby boomers since the ‘goldens’ are about to retire and single-handedly destroy social security by sucking it dry. (Funny, I thought Congress had done that 20 years ago. They must be boomers too. )

It’s like the generation that will not die. The generation of generations. The one time in human history that super humans were born. I mean think about it. Look what us boomers have actually contributed to society. The Anti-War Industry; Global Warming/Cooling industry; Catalytic Converters; Economy Cars; An entire economy for Japan and subsequently all Asian nations; Anti-Smoking laws; Anti-Honesty (political correctness); Illiteracy among high school graduates; Institutional Anarchy; Mind Control drugs (psychotropics which alter the chemistry in the brain, all in the name of controlling mental illnesses which by and large are invented); the U.N. (which is supposed to stand for United Nations but really stands for Unbelievable Ninkompoops); they helped us lose a war we actually won (Vietnam) and therefore sentenced millions of people to the killing fields(don’t know what I’m talking about, look it up); they killed class and sense; were able to turn a white trash president into the first black president; botox; plastic surgery; liposuction; cloning; stem cell research; abortion on demand and many other things. Feeling proud? I know I sure am.

To be fair there have been other contributions which were good – and I don’t think all baby boomers are bad – but the bad ones are so bad, so arrogant I want to scream and the good ones no one seems to listen to. But the thing that is so funny to me and maybe is a secret that I’m not supposed to tell is this: Their real thing and what really motivates them is that they don’t want to get old. They will do and say anything rather than get old. Their whole lives revolve around looking and acting young. Ponce de Leon has nothing on these folks – cuz they are never, never, never, never, ever going to get old.

They will build hearing aids into their Ipods, sew Depends into their designer capris, wear their hair extensions to their caskets; laser out their wrinkles; dye what hair they have left; liposuction their fat bellies and asses and drive Corvettes forever. Just so you don’t know how old they really are.

Me? Personally I don’t see anything wrong with wanting to look good or feel good, or have healthy habits – but I am getting older. So what? That is a mantle passed from generation to generation, it is a medal from life that is earned. The joy of getting older is that you find you don’t have nearly as much to prove as you once thought; you have experience; you gain wisdom and can determine really what is important. I find it very freeing and delightful. I wear my wrinkles proudly and the sun damage and the silver (ultra blonde) hairs and all the rest. Maybe if a lot of my fellow boomers would relax and accept who they really are, the world wouldn’t be such a bizarre place. Or maybe it would. Hard to say.


God, I Love Junk Food!

Sometimes some people get it just right. And here’s a special that really says special, doncha think? I laughed my ass off on this one.


Hard to be Humble…All Hail Mrs. America!

Oh Lord it’s hard to be humble when you’re perfect in every way… I can’t wait to look in the mirror, cuz I get better lookin’ each day…To know me is to love me – I must be a heck of a Nan…Oh Lord, it’s hard to be humble but I’m doing the best that I can..(please forgive me Mac Davis 😉 )

Well there she is folks, Ms. America…oh yeah. This pop-eyed, botoxed, nasty, mean bagillionaire is now the Speaker of the House. According to Drudge (or somebody) the most powerful woman in the world – Uh – duh! doesn’t she know Hillary owns that title? Could be problems in her future. Yep, this demon-crat has got her pitchfork ready and her first target is your wallet.

Aren’t you ever so glad that you decided to teach the Republicans a lesson? Well if you’re not yet, you surely will be soon.

While she is standing at podiums and appearing on talk shows gushing about how she’s made a monumental strike for woman-kind by ‘breaking the marble ceiling’ in American politics (jeez-louise, who the hell writes her speeches?) – her accountant is madly working on what tax shelters he can hide her bagillions in for her tax return. While she is expounding the virtues of raising the minimum wage, she is refusing in her own business to hire union workers and instead employing illegal aliens – lest she doesn’t take too bad a cut on her bottom line. While she is damning places like WalMart, who provide a service for lower income families, not to mention jobs – she and her cronies are figuring out how we can actually get Hillary’s universal healthcare in place. Of course that means somebody is gonna have to pay for it. Hmmmm….I wonder who?

Something tells me it isn’t going to be Nan, Teddy or Harry. Naw…they have bagillions and intend to keep it all. They can spend our tax dollars with wild abandon though – yep, better start stuffing your mattress now cuz you may need it in order to fund all the ‘free’ healthcare for people who feel the ‘government’ can pay for all the stuff they need. Of course, we are actually the government. Get it?

Hail the Queen of the May. Mrs. Speaker. The most powerful woman in the world. Oh yeah – she’s sure is the symbol of America huh? I know I can identify with her and use her as a role model. I think I’m gonna run right out and buy me an ugly red suit and some botox injections – cuz when I grow up, I wanna be just like her.

Let the games begin.


The E-Factor -Why the Left Hate GW

(I wrote this piece shortly before the 2004 election – and it seemed fitting to post it today. In the re-reading, I find I have not fundamentally changed my mind about this piece or the man. WC) 

Since the 2000 Election I have puzzled on why the Left so abhors George W. Bush and everything for which he stands. Whatever the action, cause, purpose, bill, law, candidate, issue or position, if George W. Bush likes it, they hate it. Historically, the Left and the Right have always been at odds and are often on opposite ends of issues – but this is not the normal, run of the mill, animus on display. This appears to be real, genuine hatred, and I’ve been asking myself, why? What makes George W. Bush the devil incarnate to those on the other side of the aisle? What makes thousands rally to the site of the Republican Convention to not just protest, but to display unadulterated vitriol toward our President?

It wasn’t until the last night of the convention and after the President’s acceptance speech that it hit me. I watched the speech on ABC and Peter Jennings, George Stephanopolis and others were the commentators after the speech. While I can’t remember precisely what they said – the essence was ‘wow.’ They were visibly touched, moved and impressed by the President’s speech – particularly the last six paragraphs. One of their convention reporters said that it was not just the President’s words that had so moved those present but something more – a palpable connection. He said that the people in that room clearly felt an emotional connection to the President.

“Ah,” I said to myself. “Emotional connection – the E-factor.” That non-quantitative quality that cannot be learned, bottled, transplanted, manufactured or faked. George W. Bush for all his faults (his swagger, his bluntness, his ‘cowboy’ ways) connects with people emotionally. Even avowed political opposers have said he’s charming, funny, down to earth and a really nice guy. They like him. They really like him. Remember that hug between Tom Daschle and the President shortly after 9/11?

Ironically, Bill Clinton had that same quality. He connected on an emotional level with his audience and the American people – so much so that they voted him into office not once, but twice. Despite all of his mistakes, faux pas, scandals and outrageous behavior, Clinton supporters could not be swayed to turn away from him. He was, after all, America’s ‘First Black President.’ He did, after all, ‘feel our pain.’ And understood us, as no American president ever had. He worried about us as no American president ever had. And, he was going to take care of us as no American president ever had. His foibles, were just that. Not scandals, not outrages, not immoral acts – just boys being boys. Just private matters. They didn’t affect how he led the country. Every good thing that happened during his administration was very, very good. And every bad thing that happened was merely a lapse in judgment, a small mistake or indiscretion. Bill Clinton could lead us anywhere because of this incredible ability to feel for and connect with the ‘every-man.’

The Left was delighted because Bill’s special talent had led them into the White house. The babyboomers of the Viet Nam era were finally ‘in charge.’ They were going to show everyone how to do it better. Prove that their ideologies from those days gone by of protests and antiwar activities were the enlightened way. The right way. They were going to prove that their utopian visions from the sixties would be the ultimate reality of the nineties. Socialism would out.

Then along came George W. Bush. It wasn’t bad enough that Clinton couldn’t run again and they had only Al Gore to offer as his replacement. But now they had a loudmouthed, straight-shooting, swaggering cowboy galloping toward the White house. He would ruin everything they’d spent eight years building. He was going to make a mockery of all their hard work of moving the American mind-set to the politically-correct mode. Yes, he was scary indeed. Terrifying, in fact.

But worse than his Right Wing ideologies he had the one thing they knew they couldn’t fight. That same, special quality possessed by their idol, Bill Clinton. They saw it from the very beginning. People all over the country connected with George W. Bush. Their eyes glistened with heartfelt tears when he spoke of family values, a belief in God, patriotism and the American way. W possessed the secret weapon the Left believed to be their exclusive territory. Worse still, he used it all wrong. While Bill felt our pain, W felt our joy. Bill wanted to take care of us, but W wanted to help us help ourselves. Bill promised to be responsible for us but W expected us to be responsible for ourselves. Bill promised to spend our money wisely but W gave us our money back. Bill said we should think about it first but W said they were going to hear from us. Bill talked to our enemies but W blew them out of the water.

Two men with the same talent but very different messages. Two men with the same connection to the American people but with very different visions for them. Two men with the same incredible persuasion but on opposite sides of the aisle. Why does the Left really hate George W. Bush? Because he can and does do what Bill Clinton did but so much better and toward a better end.

Can You Say Rant?

I’m Pissed! (About things big & small and in no particular order)

(Warning, may contain mature language and unintelligible mutters)

I’m pissed that some people drive slow in the fast lane.

I’m pissed that the price on the shelf is not the price at the cash register

I’m pissed that every country in the world expects the U.S. to bail them out when they are in trouble but have no compunction about criticizing our every move, action, utterance.

I’m pissed that the people who are given the most, whine the loudest. (And I don’t mean people who earn what they have – I’m talking about takers who think you owe them something because they are pathetic)

I’m pissed that people don’t have the brains that God gave them.

I’m pissed that the ACLU defends people against the United States

I’m pissed that the same people who insist my taxes need to be raised give themselves a raise every year.

I’m pissed that there are so damned many mini malls.

I’m pissed that somebody else thinks they can decide if I can smoke, eat junk food, have health coverage, be able to keep my property, but don’t hold themselves up to the same scrutiny.

I’m pissed that there are some people out there who actually forward the idea that 911 was perpetrated by the government. And even more pissed that other people believe them.

I’m pissed that a foreign national illegally in my country can break a law that I would be sitting in jail for if I broke the same law.

I’m pissed that there are Jew haters in the world.

I’m pissed that some people think that killing non-believers will send them to heaven.

I’m pissed that my hair won’t do what I want it to.

I’m pissed that many Americans have forgotten September 11th and think we are to blame for what happened.

I’m pissed that Michael Moore, Cindy Sheehan and Jimmy Carter are shown more courtesy than the men and women fighting to maintain their freedom of speech.

I’m pissed that movies are stupid, make no sense, are littered with unintelligible political ‘message’ and I have to pay $10 to see the crap.

I’m pissed at all the conspiracy theorists in the world.

I’m pissed that people don’t have any common sense.

I’m pissed that people are more concerned with who is calling them on their cell phones than their children who are crawling around whatever restaraunt, theater or vehicle they happen to be in.

I’m pissed that celebrities are quoted when they voice their stupid-ass, uninformed opinions and reporters treat it like it’s news.

I’m pissed that some politicos are more interested in removing God from my life than protecting my country.

I’m pissed that people aren’t more pissed about this stuff.

And finally, I’m pissed because I didn’t know all this shit when I was 25.

Anybody else pissed? Feel free to join the rant! Rock on!


This is Torture?


                   You’ll be delighted to know that terrorists residing at Gitmo are resting easy – a full uninterupted 8 hours per night. Now, I can’t tell you the last time I had 8 uninterupted hours of sleep – maybe I should get me an orange jumpsuit.

They are eating like little piggies too – all kosher Islamic food, which our troops are also forced to eat because care and comfort of the enemy does come first after all. Oh and when they are extra special good and don’t throw feces or other lovely bodily waste at the guards they get homebaked cookies and sometimes even Subway or MacDonald’s fish samiches. Talk about room service! Jeez! And most of these dudes have gained 20 lbs while in detainment. I have heard rumors that Bali is currently negotiating with the U.S. government to put in a spa and a team of personal trainers – I mean, we wouldn’t want these bad boys to become flabby would we? However would they survive once they are back on the battlefield – it could definitely cut their running time.

Boy, what ever happened to the good old days when rough and tumble terrorists could get by on a couple hours shut-eye, and whatever roots they could scrounge in their caves?

They happily pray five times daily on prayer rugs paid for by you and me. And of course, they also have qurans, which we infidels are not allowed to touch, also provided by the American taxpayer. Nice, eh? And of course, since they must pray 5 times a day on their government issue rugs whilst reading from their government issue qurans, they most definitely cannot be interrogated during any time period that might cut into their chats with their god. Heaven forbid! Amnesty International would come down on us like a ton of bricks. As it is, they are already writing us up for the transfats in the filetofish samiches – although, maybe if the deal with Bali comes through soon enough, we’ll get off with a warning and no fine.

How do I know these things you ask? I happened to read Deadly Kindness written by Richard Miniter  a bestselling author and fellow at the Hudson Institute. He says:

ON the military plane back from America’s most famous terrorist holding pen, the in-flight film was “V for Vendetta,” a screed that tries to justify terrorism. It was a fitting end to a surreal, military-sponsored trip.

The Pentagon seemed to be hoping to disarm its critics by showing them how well it cares for captured terrorists. The trip was more alarming than disarming. I spent several hours with Rear Adm. Harry B. Harris Jr., who heads the joint task force that houses and interrogates the detainees. (The military isn’t allowed to call them “prisoners.”)Harris, a distinguished Navy veteran who was born in Japan and educated at Annapolis and Harvard, is a serious man trying to do a politically impossible job. I spoke with him at length, and with a dozen other officers and guards, and visited three different detention blocks.

The high-minded critics who complain about torture are wrong. We are far too soft on these guys – and, as a result, aren’t getting the valuable intelligence we need to save American lives. The politically correct regulations are unbelievable. Detainees are entitled to a full eight hours sleep and can’t be woken up for interrogations. They enjoy three meals and five prayers per day, without interruption. They are entitled to a minimum of two hours of outdoor recreation per day.Interrogations are limited to four hours, usually running two – and (of course) are interrupted for prayers.

One interrogator actually bakes cookies for detainees, while another serves them Subway or McDonald’s sandwiches. Both are available on base. (Filet o’ Fish is an al Qaeda favorite.)(read the rest here)

After reading this article I was utterly infuriated especially in light of the pc crowd’s cries of inhumane treatment of these men bent on our destruction. You want to see inhumane treatment of prisoners? How about this:

or perhaps this

or this…..

Yes folks, this is what the enemy does to our men and women who fight for our freedom every day. This is the guideline used in the treatment of American prisoners. Kind of makes you think that water boarding ain’t all that bad, doesn’t it?

I sure as hell know these prisoners didn’t gain any weight while imprisoned. They did not have 1,000 pro bono attorneys respresenting their ‘rights.’ They did not get copies of bibles or the torah, or rosary beads or prayer time. In fact, the ones who survived were lucky to get out with their lives.

So the next time you hear somebody boo-hooing about how we ugly Americans treat our detainees or griping about a couple of loose cannons who dared to put underpants on some dude’s head – tell them to shut the fuck up! (and to take advantage of that free, introductory martial arts class – as they may need it sooner than they think)


Honest Abe…

“When I do good, I feel good. When I do bad, I feel bad. And that is my religion.”
– Abraham Lincoln

Another American president who fought against the tide of disagreement. Some thought he was a hero, others thought him a traitor. I think he tried to do what he thought was best for his country. WC

Could be a PR Problem

A new article on World Net Daily entitled, Internet, Talk Radio Blamed for ‘Anti-muslim Violence’ has CAIR discussing how they believe that Talk Radio and the Internet are giving Muslims a bad name.

Some choice quotes from the article:

“A leading U.S. Islamic lobby group blames a purported rise in anti-Muslim harassment, violence and discriminatory treatment on the Internet and talk radio.”


“Hooper, nevertheless, charged the federal “Patriot Act” – laws designed to give authorities more resources to fight terrorism – has targeted Muslims unfairly.In its 2004 report, CAIR also claimed a “sharp jump” in “Islamophobic hate crimes” and blamed talk radio.”

Now call me crazy, but I’m thinking that it’s really things like this

(I believe that is an American Flag)

and perhaps this:

(this is a mock-up of the Pope)

And this:

(I’m thinking Israel)

And this:

(Not my kind of party)

And of course this celebratory impromptu pic on Sept 11th:

(they have a funny way of mourning)

And then there are their particular child-rearing philosophies:

Do you think that maybe, just maybe it’s these and countless other examples that make people think there is something to fear?

Me? I’m thinking it’s a definite PR problem and they need to get better photographers or better subjects. What do you think?


World War IV?

War is an ugly thing, but not the ugliest of things. The decayed and degraded state of moral and patriotic feeling which thinks that nothing is worth war is much worse.

John Stuart Mill

Norman Podhoretz wrote a compelling article a couple of years back, which I would like to share. It is, in my opinion an incredible analysis of the War on Terror and I found it very informative.

It is a pretty long piece, so get your coffee or iced tea before you start. Enjoy.

Don’t worry, tomorrow I’ll write something funny, silly or stupid.