What do you think?

Just got this in an email. Do you agree or disagree?

Maybe you have read some newspaper articles written by Dr. Williams a conservative economist who happens to be Black. He has taught at several Universities and is currently teaching at George Mason University.                                                                No Matter What By Dr. Walter Williams

 Can President Obama be defeated in 2012?  No.  He can’t.    I am going on record as saying that President Barak Obama will win a second term.  The media won’t tell you this because a good election campaign means hundreds of millions (or in Obama’s case billions) of dollars to them in advertising.  But the truth is, there simply are no conditions under which Barak Obama can be defeated in 2012.

 The quality of the Republican candidate doesn’t matter.  Obama gets reelected.  Nine percent unemployment?  No problem.  Obama will win.  Gas prices moving toward five dollars a gallon?  He still wins.  The economy soars or goes into the gutter.  Obama wins.  War in the Middle East?  He wins a second term.  America’s role as the leading Superpower disappears?  Hurrah for Barak Obama!  The U.S. government rushes toward bankruptcy, the dollar continues to sink on world markets and the price of daily goods and services soars due to inflation fueled by Obama’s extraordinary deficit spending?  Obama wins handily.

 You are crazy Williams.  Don’t you understand how volatile politics can be when overall economic, government, and world conditions are declining?  Sure I do.  And that’s why I know Obama will win.  The American people are notoriously ignorant of economics.  And economics is the key to why Obama should be defeated.  Even when Obama’s policies lead the nation to final ruin, the majority of the American people are going to believe the bait-and-switch tactics Obama and his supporters in the media will use to explain why it isn’t his fault.  After all, things were much worse than understood when he took office. Obama’s reelection is really a very, very simple math problem.  Consider the following:

 1) Blacks will vote for Obama blindly.  Period.  Doesn’t matter what he does.  It’s a race thing.  He’s one of us,

 2) College educated women will vote for Obama.  Though they will be offended by this, they swoon at his oratory.  It’s really not more complex than that,

3) Liberals will vote for Obama.  He is their great hope,

 4) Democrats will vote for Obama.  He is the leader of their party and his coattails will carry them to victory nationwide,

 5) Hispanics will vote for Obama.  He is the path to citizenship for those who are illegal and Hispanic leaders recognize the political clout they carry in the Democratic Party,

6) Union members will vote overwhelmingly for Obama.  He is their key to money and power in business, state and local politics,

 7) Big Business will support Obama.  They already have.  He has almost $1 Billion dollars in his reelection purse gained largely from his connections with Big Business and is gaining more everyday.  Big Business loves Obama because he gives them access to taxpayer money so long as they support his social and political agenda,

8) The media love him.  They may attack the people who work for him, but they love him.  After all, to not love him would be racist,

 9) Most other minorities and special interest groups will vote for him.  Oddly, the overwhelming majority of Jews and Muslims will support him because they won’t vote Republican.  American Indians will support him.  Obviously homosexuals tend to vote Democratic.  And lastly,

 10) Approximately half of independents will vote for Obama.  And he doesn’t need anywhere near that number because he has all of the groups previously mentioned.  The President will win an overwhelming victory in 2012.

Dr. Walter Williams

Cold

I caught one. From Christel. She probably got it on the plane over here. They tell me that they recycle the air in the planes for the whole flight. Oh well, this too shall pass.

Snowing this morning. Muddy. That’s cool. Mud doesn’t last nearly as long as dust, around here. Been getting a couple calves a day.  So far all are well. The bottle calf has learned to suck and is real aggressive.

Getting some branding’s on the calender. Vacation time is almost here!

Lies

Dear Mr. President,
Welcome to the ash bin of history.
With the speech you gave this week, you have firmly and permanently put yourself in the same garbage bag as all the other communists and socialists of the 20th century.
Your speech sounded like the faint echo of a speech Lenin gave in an icy square in Moscow 100 years ago.
The promises you made, Mr. President, about the government giving people things they can’t provide for themselves – a better income, reliable health care, an advanced education, cheaper mortgages, a “shiny, happy” life – have been made time and time again… sometimes by speakers even better than you.
And they have always been lies.
While the government can demand obedience (and taxes), it can’t mandate dedication, creativity, or innovation. The fact is, the government itself is nothing more (or less) than the organized ambitions of the people. Promising something to the people that they don’t already have is a logical absurdity. And therein lies the timeless flaw of all collectivist theory: Governments cannot deliver benefits to the people that the people cannot deliver to themselves.
To demonstrate this truth, consider this example… Governments cannot simply mandate higher tax revenue. Any substantial increase to tax rates will reduce total collections, an economic phenomenon known as the “Laffer Curve.” This has been proven countless times in our country and many others. Any sensible person will immediately understand why. Taxes are a disincentive. The higher the marginal rate of tax, the more powerful its impact.
That’s why, over many decades (and many different tax structures), U.S. tax revenues have been remarkably stable at around 20% of GDP. That’s why, as you surely know, Mr. President, changing the tax code will not result in increased tax revenue. Taxing only the rich simply doesn’t work. It never has. And it never will. To increase the government’s revenues, we must first increase the size of the economy. The government cannot tax what the economy doesn’t produce.
In another time, most Americans might have simply ignored your speech as the ignorant remarks of yet another handsome, Ivy League-educated, dilettante president. But at this point in our history, my bet is people are going to take you far more seriously than you expect. In fact, I think you’re going to get what you deserve – the trash heap. Why will Americans turn on you so rapidly and so completely?
Two things have changed – forever – about American politics.
The first is the media and access to critical information. It’s no longer possible for a president’s administration to control what people read, see, and think by simply managing the evening news broadcasts.
Thus, all your lies are now exposed almost instantly and broadcast to millions of people via websites and services like the Drudge Report, Twitter, and Facebook. Socialism cannot possibly survive over any long period of time in a society with a free media – because socialism is based on a lie. Facebook means the “half-life” of socialism is now weeks instead of years. Even mainstream publications like the Wall Street Journal have called you a liar this week. They have no choice. Your lies were broadcast to the entire world long before their op-ed pieces appeared.
Your advisors told you none of these “bloggers” mattered. All you had to do was promise more benefits to more voters and then force fewer voters to pay for it all. I’m sure you did the political calculus… You believed your power to bribe and bamboozle the poor and the ignorant was stronger than the resentment you’d engender among the “rich.” And I must admit… since at least World War II, that’s been a safe bet in American politics.
But you forgot one critical factor: We simply can’t afford this nonsense anymore…
Immediately after your speech, the price of silver went from $39 to a new high above $42. Gold went up, too.
These are signs, Mr. President, that the world is losing confidence in our currency. If our foreign creditors were to call in our debts, America would suffer an economic cataclysm unlike anything we’ve ever seen in our entire history. Americans now owe a total of $56 trillion. Without the Fed’s money-printing, it’s unlikely we could afford even the interest on these existing debts… much less the $1.5 trillion or more in debt you continue to rack up year after year by promising benefits we haven’t earned.
Sooner or later, our foreign creditors are going to decide our money-printing amounts to a default, and they will stop buying our bonds. On that day, everyone who trusts you, everyone who believes in your lies, will be wiped out.
But that won’t be as many people as you expect.
Almost every American knows in his heart what made this country great for the 200 years between 1776 and 1976. It wasn’t the lies of our presidents. It wasn’t our ability to print money and rip off our Chinese creditors. It wasn’t the modern crybaby mentality of our school system or our unions. It wasn’t the baby boomer’s dream of a 40-year retirement with free prescription drugs. And it sure as hell wasn’t a suave, made-for-TV version of Karl Marx promising everything to everyone, but with no way to pay for it.
No. What built America was her people’s unwavering faith that they were free to enjoy the rewards of their accomplishments.
As our country tumbles into bankruptcy and crisis, the people are going to want their prosperity back, Mr. President. And deep down, they all know… even your most fervent supporters know… you don’t have the goods. You don’t have the foggiest idea of how to deliver prosperity to America because, really, you don’t know anything of what America is all about.
Regards,
Porter Stansberry

Hmmmmmm…….

From Dickiebo’s blog. Thanks Dickiebo, I’d seen this in the past but couldn’t remember where or when.

Are you sitting down?

Okay, here’s the bombshell.  The volcanic eruption in Iceland’s spewing of volcanic ash did, in just FOUR DAYS, NEGATE EVERY SINGLE EFFORT you had made in the past five years to control CO2 emissions on our planet. All of you.

Of course you know about this evil carbon dioxide that we are trying to suppress, that vital chemical compound that every plant requires to live and grow, and to synthesize into oxygen for us humans, and all animal life.

I know, it’s very disheartening to realize that all of the carbon emission savings you have accomplished while suffering the inconvenience and expense of: driving Prius hybrids, buying fabric grocery bags, sitting up till midnight to finish your kid’s “The Green Revolution” science project, throwing out all of your non-green cleaning supplies, using only two squares of toilet paper, putting a brick in your toilet tank reservoir, selling your second car and boat, vacationing at home instead of abroad, nearly getting hit every day on your bicycle, replacing all of your 50 p light bulbs with £3.95 light bulbs…well, all of those things you have done have all gone down the tubes in just four days.

The volcanic ash emitted into the Earth’s atmosphere in just four days – yes – FOUR DAYS ONLY by that volcano in Iceland, has totally erased every single effort you have made to reduce the evil beast, carbon.  And there are around 200 active volcanoes on the planet spewing out this crud any one time – EVERY DAY.

I don’t really want to rain on your parade too much, but I should mention that when the volcano Mt Pinatubo erupted in the Philippines in 1991, it spewed out more greenhouse gases into the atmosphere than the entire human race had emitted in its entire YEARS on earth.  Yes folks, Mt Pinatubo was active for over one year, think about it.

Of course I shouldn’t spoil this touchy-feely tree-hugging moment and mention the effect of solar and cosmic activity and the well-recognized 800-year global heating and cooling cycle, which keep happening, despite our completely insignificant efforts to affect climate change.

And I do wish I had a silver lining to this volcanic ash cloud but the fact of the matter is that the bush fire season across the western USA and Australia this year alone will negate your efforts to reduce carbon in our world for the next two to three years.  And it happens every year.

Just remember that your government just tried to impose a whopping carbon tax on you on the basis of the bogus ”human-caused” climate change scenario.

Hey, isn’t it interesting how they don’t mention ”Global Warming” any more, but just ”Climate Change” – you know why?  It’s because the planet has COOLED by 0.7 degrees in the past century and these global warming bull artists got caught with their pants down.

And just keep in mind that you might yet have an Emissions Trading Scheme (that whopping new tax) imposed on you, that will achieve absolutely nothing except make you poorer.  It won’t stop any volcanoes from erupting, that’s for sure.

But hey, relax, give the world a hug and have a nice day!

PS: I wonder if Iceland has bought any carbon offsets?

Cousin’s

Had a great visit with Kevin and Ruth yesterday evening. In the course of the conversation, Kevin told this story on himself.

Seems he was toodling along in his VW pickup and was coming to an intersection with a red light, so he kicked it out of gear and was slowing down for it. Just before he got to the intersection, the light turned green, so he dropped it back into gear while on the move at a slow crawl and was just pulling into the intersection, when here came a newer model pickup, barreling thru’ what would have been a red light for him. Keven swerved to avoid the collision and they both ended up stopped in the center of the intersection. The other driver got out and proceeded to cuss and tell all the world that Kevin’s parents weren’t married when Kevin was born, and shoot, he didn’t even know Kevin.

Kevin was about to just drive off, when the guy started kicking Kevin’s pickup. He said something just snapped and he couldn’t take it so shut his pickup off and stepped out and walked around the back of the pickup to settle this once and for all.

When he got to the other guy, who was much shorter than Kevin, the guy started poking Kevin in the chest with his finger, all the while keeping up a steady stream of cursing and bad mouthing. Kevin was just about to pop him one, when he looked over and saw that the other guy’s pickup was still running with the door left open, so he just stepped over, locked the door and shut it!

Then he got in his pickup and drove off!

Man, talk about keeping your cool, and retribution!

Way to go cuz’, way to go!

Oh, man!

Just got in and checked my emails. This is one sent by an old friend I grew up with. Thanks Mike. Really made me laugh!

Around age 10 my dad got me one of those little compound bow beginner kits.  Of course, the first month I went around our land sticking arrows in anything that could get stuck by an arrow.  Did you know that a 1955 40-horse Farmall tractor tire will take six rounds before it goes down?  Tough son of a gun. 

That got boring, so being the 10-year-old Dukes of Hazard fan that I was, I quickly advanced to taking strips of cut up T-shirt doused in chainsaw gas tied around the end and was sending flaming arrows all over the place.

One summer afternoon, I was shooting flaming arrows into a large rotten oak stump in our backyard.  I looked over under the carport and see a shiny brand new can of starting fluid (Ether).  The light bulb went off in my head.

I grabbed the can and set it on the stump.  I thought that it would probably just spray out in a disappointing manner.  Let’s face it, to a 10-year-old mouth-breather like myself, Ether, really doesn’t “sound” flammable.

 

So, I went back into the house and got a 1-pound can of pyrodex (black powder for muzzle loader rifles).

At this point, I set the can of ether on the stump and opened up the can of black

powder.  My intentions were to sprinkle a little bit around the Ether can but it all sorta dumped out on me.  No biggie, a 1-pound pyrodex and 16-oz can of Ether should make a loud pop, kinda like a firecracker you know? 

You know what?  Forget that.  I’m going back in the house for the other can.  Yes, I got a second can of pyrodex and dumped it too.  Now we’re cookin’.

I stepped back about 15 feet and lit the 2-stroke arrow.  I drew the nock to my cheek

and took aim.  As I released I heard a clunk as the arrow launched from my bow.  In a slow motion time frame, I turned to see my dad getting out of the truck…OH SHOOT! He just got home from work.  So help me God it took 10 minutes for that arrow to go from my bow to the can.  My dad was walking towards me in slow motion with a can’t believe what I’m seeing look in his eyes.  I turned back towards my target just in time to see the arrow pierce the starting fluid can right at the bottom.  Right through the main pile of pyrodex and into the can.  Oh shoot. 

When the shock wave hit it knocked me off my feet.  I don’t know if it was the actual compression wave that threw me back or just reflex jerk back from 235 decibels of

sound.  I caught a half-millisecond glimpse of the violence during the initial explosion and I will tell you there was dust, grass, and bugs all hovering one foot above the ground as far as I could see.  It was like a little low to the ground layer of dust fog full of grasshoppers, spiders, and a worm or two. 

The daylight turned purple.  Let me repeat this… THE DAYLIGHT TURNED PURPLE.

There was a big sweetgum tree out by the gate going into the pasture.  Notice I said “was”.  That tree got up and ran off.

So here I am, on the ground, blown completely out of my shoes, my thundercats T-shirt shredded, my dad is on the other side of the carport having what I can only assume is a Vietnam flashback:  ECHO BRAVO CHARLIE YOU’RE BRINGIN’ EM IN TOO CLOSE!! CEASE FIRE. DAMN IT CEASE FIRE!!!!!

His hat has blown off and is 30 feet behind him in the driveway.  All windows on the north side of the house are blown out and there is a slow rolling mushroom cloud about 2000 feet over our backyard.  There is a Honda 185 3-wheeler parked on the other side

of the yard, the fenders are drooped down, and are now touching the tires. 

I wish I knew what I said to my dad at this moment.  I don’t know – I know I said something.  I couldn’t hear.  I couldn’t hear inside my own head.  I don’t think he heard me either… not that it would really matter.  I don’t remember much from this point on. I said something, felt a sharp pain, and then woke up later.  I felt a sharp pain, blacked out, woke later….repeat this process for an hour or so and you get the idea.  I remember at one point my mom had to give me CPR and dad screaming “Bring him back to life so I can kill him again.”


Thanks Mom.

One thing is for sure… I never had to mow around that stump again, mom had been griping about that thing for years and dad never did anything about it. I stepped up to the plate and handled business.

Dad sold his muzzle loader a week or so later.  I still have some sort of bone growth abnormality, either from the blast or the beating, or both.

I guess what I’m trying to say is, get your kids into archery.  It’s good discipline and will teach them skills they can use later on in life.

Another good day

I tried to sort off all the pairs this morning, but the non calved cows decided different and went where I was putting the pairs. seeing as I was supposed to take off and go to Chance and Hopes, I left them all together. I hope to get them all sorted tomorrow. No new calves.

Christel rode along with us and we took a colt to Chance to ride for awhile. Got to eat dinner with the kids and play with the grandkids a short while. Christel and I rode out with Chance as he finished up some chores this afternoon. We found a bummed calf and hauled him back for Chance to graft onto a cow who had lost her calf. He called as we were driving home to say that it worked great. They use Ace on the cow and she really didn’t object and the poor little bugger was hungry so went right to sucking.

When we got home I saddled up Woody and rode around the cows. No new calves. I kept him in for a night horse to use in the morning, see as he was so full of P&V! He is whining in the corral as he is pretty sure he is a stallion and doesn’t want any of them geldings messing with HIS mares! Heavens forbid!

Supposed to get some snow and wind coming in tomorrow evening. It is that time of the year.

Here is a picture that Hope sent of Christel holding Addy Bear with Sam setting alongside.

She made it

Christel, my niece, arrived in Rapid Regional Airport about 10:30 last night. We picked her, stopped at a quicky mart and got her a sandwich and headed home. I had drank a couple bottles of Coke, so was sleepy, but not bad. Got home and I couldn’t sleep well, so sure didn’t want to get up this morning. Sure was a beautiful day. Got a couple more calves and a load of hay in this afternoon. We put the small greenhouse up today and planted the tomato seeds in the small starter pots. Cindy planted potato’s.