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This ‘n’ That

Alabama’s Mrs. Roy Moore is standing by her man though all the allegations.  She’s claiming ‘witch hunt’, she’s calling the accusers liars with pants afire.

In reality she’s doing what any loving wife would do if A. she was uninformed, or B. refuses to believe the allegations or C. knows a truth we do not know.

I think she’s Refusional; yeah, I’ve invented a word, coined a phrase; but that’s exactly what she is. At first I thought she was uninformed, hoodwinked, ballyhooed, or delusional, but nope…she is seemingly refusing to face that fact that she’s married to Pervy McPervperv, and she’s standing by her man!

It seems to me that Roy should go.  Go for the good of the party, the good of the state of Alabama, the good of the nation, and the good of mankind.  It seems to me (and I have followed several news and media outlets on this) that Roy’s past is checkered.

So Mrs. Moore, for whom I have great sympathy, needs to encourage him to drop out. Work to exonerate himself and come back with a clean slate.

If he can.

Or, then again, maybe she’s right.  It all may be a witch hunt.

But I doubt it.

That was that, now this…

As to Al Franken, there are pictures.  He’s apologized, which doesn’t eradicate the bad behavior.  The ethics investigation will be yet another Congressional sham and waste of money, he’ll keep his seat (especially if Roy gets elected and the Senate seats him,) and he’s one of the few who are getting a pass from many of my SJW friends simply because he is on their side politically. I won’t belabor his many aggressions.

Can’t touch that!

Wrong is wrong, don’t hate me for it. (Insert hate mail here.)

Al should go, he should never have been there in the first place.

But he too should go, and work to exonerate himself and he too should run again with a clean slate.

As to the elephant in the room, The POTUS and all the charges railed at him and his recent reaction; glass houses, stones, something like that. Yes, you need to work on that Mr. President.

But, what really chaps my ass is that the US Congress has a slush fund of sorts and has paid out $15 million in hush money, penalties – to sweep the allegations of sexual harassment and sexual misconduct by OUR congressional leaders under the rug.


This is our money they are using.  Granted, it’s under $20 a head if you break it down to the US Population, but hey, it’s my $20!  Stop using it to protect sexual aggressors.

Oh, and there’s a “watch list” too.  As in a new hire comes on board in DC to work in the Capitol only to be told, “Hey, watch out for the esteemed gentleman from _________ (insert YOUR state here), he’s a little handsy.


He’s a PREDATOR; why isn’t someone in the sieve we call Washington leaking that?

Also, any representative who approves of this is guilty by association and is complicit in the behavior.

Clean house!  And Senate too!

There is an UP side however.  Folks (with the exception of Paul Begala on CNN) are finally coming to realize that they can no longer be refusional when it comes to the past behavior of President Bill Clinton.


Maybe; but could it really have been?  She worked for him.  He was a man in power, er, the most powerful man in the world.  AND HE DID IT AT WORK!

If he’d taken all that UP to the family residence like JFK did, it would have been another matter.  Still wrong, still skanky, and still cheaty, but a private matter.


Try that stuff at Wal-Mart, CNN, or ___________ (insert your place of employment here) and see what happens.

Suddenly, she’s rich, the company has major clean UP to do, and your Christmas card list just got a little shorter!

Oh, “How’s coming to grips with Bill’s sins the UP side,” You ask.  I think we may actually be done with the Clintons. ‘Bout time, huh?

Have a great Monday…I am!

Here’s a little music to start your day!


Has it been a year already?

…what, too soon?


Too Little, Too Late

This is what revolutionaries do.

You all know how I feel about socialism and socialists, right?

Just in case, I’m not a fan.

There are many reasons for my hatred of socialism and socialists; here’s one story from history that may shed light on my views.

In 1864, a pretty child was born to Louis IV, Grand Duke of Hesse and by Rhine and his British wife, Alice of the United Kingdom, who was Queen Victoria’s daughter.

Elisabeth of Hess and by the Rhine was born Elisabeth Alexandra Luise-Alix on November 1, 1864.

Elisabeth and her siblings may have come from one of the oldest royal houses in Germany, but they lived simply and modestly and with little grandeur.

The kids swept their own rooms, their mother sewed their clothes, and when war broke out from time to time, the kids went along with mom to visit the wounded.

They were happy children, secure children, and they were although German born and German in lineage, very, very British.

They spoke English to their mother and German to their father, but to one another, English and most of their household customs were British.

On the 14th day of December in her 14th year, her mother died from diphtheria.  Ella, as she was known had already lost her sister a month before.

As soon as the outbreak happened, she was sent away and only returned after her mother’s passing; it was a family reunion she would recall as “terribly sad, and much like a horrible dream.”

A marital prize, she was pursued and courted by many of Europe’s most eligible, but ultimately Russian Grand Duke Sergei won her hand and heart.

I know, I know, you’re wondering when my dislike of socialism will come in.

We’ll get there, I promise.

It didn’t go well at first, Sergei made little impression on her when he came to visit with his mother and brother.  Empress Maria of Russia and Paul along with Sergei seemed reserved and Sergei was too serious and intensely religious.

But, the young man found himself attracted to Ella.  He made no headway until the death of both his parents when Ella began to see him in his grief as she saw herself when her mother died.

Love grew, and the couple married.  Most people were happy about it, but Queen Victoria, her grandmother was not.

As fate would have it; the nephew of Sergei and future Czar of Russia, Nicholas met his bride at this wedding.  Alix, Ella’s little sister would become the last Czarina of Russia and die at the hands of the Bolsheviks along with her emperor husband and her children.

Ella and Sergei, a childless couple had a wonderful life in a home filled with nieces and nephews where parties were the norm and everyone was welcome.

In February of 1905, Sergei was assassinated by the Socialist-Revolutionary, Ivan Kalyayev.

The kind hearted Ella had warned her husband that “God will punish us severely” when he rounded UP 20,000 Jews in Moscow and expelled them overnight.

Her niece described her aunt as pale and stricken rigid…and an infinite sadness in the room…but saying nothing and refusing to cry when Sergei was murdered.

Falling apart after everyone left, Ella’s sobs could be heard throughout the palace.

Ever the royal, ever the leader, she recovered quickly.

On the night before her husband’s funeral she demanded that she be taken to the prison where his murderer was held.

“Why did you kill my husband?” she asked, to which he replied, “I killed Sergei Alexandrovich because he was a weapon of tyranny.  I was taking revenge for the people.”

She begged him to abandon his pride and repent and promised to beg the Czar to spare his life and told him she had already forgiven him.

The assassin replied, “I do not repent.  I must die for my deed and I will.  My death will be more useful to my cause than his death.”

Kalyayev was sentenced to death and told the judges, “I am pleased with your sentence.  I hope you will carry it out just as openly and publicly as I carried out the sentence of the SOCIALIST Revolutionary Party.  Learn to look the advancing revolution right in the face.”

That’s one reason.

When her husband died, Ella wore mourning clothes, became a vegetarian, sold her collection of jewels including her wedding ring and opened the Convent of Saints Martha and Mary and became the abbess.

In 1918, Lenin ordered the Cheka to arrest the nun now known as Sister Elisabeth.  She was exiled to Perm, then to Yekaterinburg and was joined by other members of the Russian Imperial family.

At noon on July 17, 1918, a unit of the Bolshevik army robbed the prisoners of any money and jewels they had and took them to a factory compound.  The Red Army guards were told to leave and the Cheka men took over.

That night the prisoners were awakened and driven in carts on a road leading to the village of Siniachikha about 11 miles away.  There was an abandoned iron mine with a pit 66 feet deep.

The soldiers beat all the prisoners before throwing them into the pit, Elisabeth being the first.

Hand grenades were then hurled down the shaft, but only one victim, Fyodor Remez, died as a result of the grenades.

According to the personal account of Vasily Ryabov, one of the socialist killers, Elisabeth and the others survived the initial fall into the mine, prompting Ryabov to toss in a grenade after them. Following the explosion, he claimed to have heard Elisabeth and the others singing an Orthodox hymn from the bottom of the shaft.

Unnerved, Ryabov threw down a second grenade, but the singing continued.

Finally a large quantity of brushwood was shoved into the opening and set alight. He posted a guard and left.

Early the following morning, the leader of the Cheka, Abramov and the head of the Yekaterinburg Soviet issued a statement saying the school had been overrun by an “unidentified gang” who had committed the murders.

That’s another reason.

After the Soviet Union fell apart, a statue of the princess turned nun was erected in the garden of her convent.

It reads “To the Grand Duchess Elisabeth Feodorovna, With Repentance.”

In June 2000, Elisabeth was repatriated by the Russian government.

Too little, too late.

Tomorrow is Halloween and the PC police are out in force.

I say…

…them.  The PC Police that is!

I’ve gone as a white rapper, Larry the Cable Guy’s dad, a Goth Kid, and once in the 80s as the Blue Nun, complete with wine bottle and roller skates…and that was to a Sunday School class party at the Baptist Church!

Get over it people.

Tonto – go ahead,

Pocahontas, have at it.

Moana, knock yourself out.

It’s Halloween, have fun, watch for cars, have mom and dad check your candy, and be safe.

Oh and while we’re at it.

Buy full sized candy bars!!!

Fun size my Aunt Fanny!

Like I said, go where ya wanna go, be what ya wanna be.