The Great White RINO

Facing an inevitable Liberal blood bath in 2012, mainly because of the ineptness and incompetence of the Obama Administration, Liberals have been quick to rally behind the next best option, a New England Rino. They are willing to admit that perhaps the Socialism and cronyism of Obama wasn’t what the country needed these nearly three years of an ever worsening financial situation.

However, secretly they wonder whether the Liberal brand can survive the catastrophic repercussions resulting from the imposition of an ideological Socialism during these lean economic times.

Socialism is expensive; only a fool would deny that premise, but when you handicap the implementation of Socialism with massive debt, repressive EPA regulations, massive entitlement programs, an exorbitantly expensive health care plan, the audacious and incomprehensible political corruption of rewarding former donors with massive amounts of stimulus funds, during a period when five countries in Europe are facing default, the US has excessive unemployment and a collapse of the housing market, it is no wonder that Socialism is considered to be oppressively expensive.

Is that a reason to give up on the cause? Not for the Socialist Ideologue who possesses even a minimal cerebral comprehension, it is a time to regroup, drop back ten and punt the ball to your best Rino. A pugnacious Rino that stands up to unions and teachers, who speaks the everyday language of the common man and lets the little guy feel like he is speaking for him with his John Wayne bravado of not backing down and never yielding to those who want to rob from the working people. He is a perfect choice for the Liberal or at least the best choice from the Republican menu; especially, when you are facing humiliating defeat in a year.

Where else will you find a Republican willing to fight for gun control, Anthropogenic Global Warming, who will stand for illegal immigration. With leaders like this, why struggle with being a Liberal when Liberals are facing extinction? Become a moderate Republican or a Rino and ride the wave of moderation to victory.

There is one problem: the emerging hero of Liberalism, from the ranks of the Republican Party, threw in the towel before climbing into the ring. Now they are faced with a Conservative for four years and if his economic policies turn the country around, Liberalism will once again become a dirty word among decent people, to be associated with the failures of Communism and Anarchism.

Thomas Friedman explains this peculiar Liberal dilemma:

By refusing to embrace Simpson-Bowles as the basis of a Grand Bargain, and instead offering a watered-down version, Obama has left a gap for a sane Republican or independent candidate. Why was Christie popular among G.O.P. moderates and independents? Because he seemed ready to tell hard truths that Obama has started to shrink from. Had Christie — a moderate on gun control, climate change and immigration who has also backed Simpson-Bowles — run and won significant support, he would have forced Obama back to the center.

Then, instead of a race between the Democratic left and the Republican right — in which the whole country would lose because the winner would not have had a mandate for the real change we need — we would have had a race between the Democratic center, independents and the Republican center. Then the whole country would win. Because whoever captured the presidency would have a mandate to actually implement some version of the Grand Bargain needed to get growth going again — and growth is the only sustainable cure for unemployment, the deficit and inequality.

Now that Obama’s Socialism has failed, even Liberals recognize the importance of Obama embracing centrist policies, at least until after the election. But a Socialist Ideologue is so committed to the cause that he is by definition incapable of deviating from the purity of the basic ideologic tenets of Socialism. Like the sea Captain who sees the breakers ahead, but trusts his navigation skills to the point that he cannot admit he has made a mistake and sails his ship and crew to destruction, because of his inability to change or to admit that he has made a mistake, despite the obvious and contrary signs of disaster looming just ahead.

A thinking Liberal realizes that the wavering Liberal, who is the first realize when their policies are not working and will defect early to the cause of fiscal sanity, a group that Liberals cast as Independent, thus justifying an ever larger demographic of true Independents and skim milk Liberals, will be the first to flock to the Rino or moderate Republican. The Rino is a much safer alternative, since it is hard to drown in a teacup of Conservatism, but when you are thrown into the 12 foot deep version of Conservatism and fiscal responsibility, there is a distinct possibility of economic prosperity and the end of Liberalism as we know it.

Chief Napoleon Bear Killer wasn’t really a Chief, but he looked the part and he scared most White men. He was tall with a face that was the color and texture of weathered leather in need of oil. A mustache drooping from the corners of the mouth gave him a sinister look, his facial expression never changed, and he stared right through you; these particular characteristics made people from the city a little uncomfortable. The long knife he carried on his hip didn’t help his appearance; especially, when he sharpened it every night after dinner while telling one of his tales of murder and mayhem. He was actually a kind hearted man with a gift for story telling. Unfortunately, a favorite story of his was about one of his ancestors, a homicidal maniac named Olivia Muskrat. He loved to tell this story to hunters late at night around the campfire, when there were strange noises in the darkness or the wolves were serenading us after a few shots of sipping whiskey.

Olivia and her husband trapped on the banks of the Parsnip in the mid 19th Century. Apparently, they had a blissful and harmonious existence except for her husband’s tendency to commit adultery with various young maidens. Now trying to hide facts from a trapper would be like hiding a crime from Sherlock Holmes. Trappers are attuned to reading ‘sign’ and they can see a story among the grass and twigs where most people see nothing at all.

Olivia knew her husband was cheating and this can be a serious offense in a matriarchal society. She tracked him and came to know all of his paramours. The knowledge of his infidelities seethed in her until she lost her mind and went on a murderous rampage; she killed her husband and his girlfriends, all in one bloody night. Her victims were decapitated and their heads stuck up on poles around her cabin. She kept one skull for a lantern on her table and to carry at night as she walked checking her traps. Since the daylight in the North country is only a few hours during the winter and it is usually an eerie gray misty kind of daylight, she needed her lantern most of the time.

Since her ghoulish lantern could be seen at night as she walked along the creeks and rivers, the Indians lived in stark terror of her and her knife. Infidelity became a much more risky business in the Peace and Omineca River country; Olivia always knew and she would seek you out in the dark of night.

Eventually she died, but the spirit world wouldn’t let her in when she refused to leave her skull lantern and her knife at the gate. So Olivia still walks the trails and creeks looking for those who have committed adultery. The flickering lights that people see at night are thought to be the candles burning in the eye sockets of Olivia’s husband’s skull that she carries with her.

Chief Napoleon would look around and say that they were still finding headless bodies in the bush country and they are almost always adulterers. We guides would join in the game and say something like, “Old Sam Morton wasn’t an adulterer, he wasn’t even married.”

Chief Napoleon would stop sharpening his knife and say, “He laughed with Mona Red Top, Charley Red Top’s wife. She was killed a week later.” The Chief would then draw his finger across his throat for emphasis.

Oyuki, A Japanese Ghost

Then one of the guides would say, “Damn I didn’t know that. I don’t want to meet Olivia at night. She doesn’t cut your throat while you are sleeping does she?”

“Olivia comes around when you least expect it. That’s how she has been able to kill so many men without them fighting back, but she only kills you if she thinks you cheat.”

The hunters would get nervous and put their rifles right next to their blanket rolls and be listening for sounds and watching the darkness for the light of a lantern.

One of the guides always asks, “Have you ever seen her?”

Scrooge's Third Ghost

“Many times, she comes to me while I sleep. Make noise and wake me up. First I see skull, with eyes burning bright red and yellow. Then I see her point knife at me.”

A guide, “Are you a cheater?”

“No. I have two wives: old one for housework and cooking, young one for laughing and kids. I old man, two is enough for Chief Napoleon.”

We guides were country boys caught in a time warp. Most of us lived out our lives and were never over a hundred miles from the cabin we were born in. Being able to spook the sophisticated hunters who acted superior to us was great fun, not all of them acted superior, some of them were actually great guys to be around, but when they had an arrogant attitude, Old Chief could pretty well make them hysterical with his stories of murder and mayhem. Often times, some of us guides would get half spooked after listening to Chief Napoleon.

Polls report that half of us are concerned about anthropogenic global warming. Those believers have been fed vivid and frightening stories with facts that rival Chief Napoleon’s stories. Chief specialized in taking a few facts and blowing them out of proportion until a grown man was as scared as a child. Chief’s story telling entertained those of us who liked a good story and scared the Hell out of the gullible.

It’s been done many times in the past on a much larger scale. In 2004, an EPA employee figured out that 630,000 babies were born at risk of brain and nervous system damage because of “unsafe” levels of mercury in the mother’s body. Pregnant women were advised not to eat fish.

The Japanese have continued to eat fish; actually, women of childbearing age consume 74% over the unsafe levels of fish as set up by the EPA. In fact, instead of babies being born with brain and nervous system problems, the babies have good brain function and a higher intelligence at age four.

The erroneous report was based on extrapolating the deleterious effects of high dosages of mercury to a presumed level for pregnant women without evidence. Suddenly, the hysterical effects of a dire warning set in and pregnant women quit eating fish, a healthy food for expectant mothers.

The hysteria over DDT was brought about by Rachael Carson’s book Silent Spring in 1962; she claimed the insecticides, particularly DDT, caused cancer. She scared way more people than a Hellfire and brimstone preacher could ever dream of scaring. There was no evidence for the claim and no one has proven the assertion to this day. The EPA banned DDT in 1972 followed by Europe and Africa. The most significant effect of the ban has been the deaths of millions from mosquito borne diseases like malaria.

In 1979, the American Journal of Epidemiology published an article linking low levels of Electro Magnetic Force from household wiring with Childhood Leukemia. There was the typical media feeding frenzy with scientific opinions from experts, who linked headaches and depression to the wiring that is in every American home.

In typical Big Brother concern, the US government established exposure limits and regulations that were estimated to cost over one billion dollars to the economy by the World Health Organization.

The authors of the original article published without proof and since then, there has been tens of thousands of articles published on the subject with no scientific proof of a link between EMF and cancer to date.

If we think back to Chief Napoleon and compare him to the most famous story teller of modern times, Al Gore; we realize they both achieved a measure of control through hysteria. Their audiences were considerably different. The Chief had a captive audience that was slightly scared to begin with, from being in a strange environment at night: Gore’s audience lives in a state of fear, a fear of the unknown and the future. Having a science they can comprehend, even if it is a false science, is reassuring to those who are insecure and gullible. Thus we have defined the people for whom these hoaxes are formulated, the gullible and insecure. Unfortunately it is their hysteria that can be used as a tool and a weapon by the Left to control the direction of our country and to keep themselves in the public trust. Most everyone knows it is far easier to save people when they aren’t really in danger.

There is an old proverb in the country that is used to describe a man who wastes time and can’t get any thing done. It is said, “He runs around like a man in a silo looking for a corner to piss in.” Our president often reminds me of such a man; although it can be argued he flaunts our traditional system by making the EPA regulations into his own form of tyranny.

President Obama has just sent an email to his supporters, a group growing smaller and consequently requiring less cyber ink with the passage of time.

Obama claims to have a plan to get America back to work and he is asking for a joint session of congress to explain the plan.

He explains that it is ultimately up to congress to implement his plan and do what they were elected to do; apparently, in his opinion they were elected to be his rubber stamp.

Friend –

Today I asked for a joint session of Congress where I will lay out a clear plan to get Americans back to work.

Next week, I will deliver the details of the plan and call on lawmakers to pass it. Whether they will do the job they were elected to do is ultimately up to them.

But both you and I can pressure them to do the right thing. We can send the message that the American people are playing by the rules and meeting their responsibilities—and it’s time for our leaders in Congress to meet theirs. And we must hold them accountable if they don’t.

So I’m asking you to stand with me in calling on Congress to step up and take action on jobs:

http://my.barackobama.com/Time-To-Act

No matter how things go in the weeks and months ahead, this will be an important challenge for our organization.

It’s been a long time since Congress was focused on what the American people need them to be focused on. I know that you’re frustrated by that. I am, too. That’s why I’m putting forward a set of bipartisan proposals to help grow the economy and create jobs—that means strengthening our small businesses, giving needed breaks to middle-class families, while taking responsible steps to bring down our deficit. I’m asking lawmakers to look past short-term politics and take action on that plan. But we’ve got to do this together.

I will deliver this message to Congress next week, but I’m asking you to stand alongside me today:

http://my.barackobama.com/Time-To-Act

More to come,

Barack

I am sure the witless hordes are waiting breathlessly for marching orders from Dear Reader and I am sure they are impressed with the personal message that was written by one of his erudite saps he keeps around for the trivial and mundane tasks, like writing a note that people can read and understand.

He is on the ropes. He wasted two years with a health care plan that is a debacle and will hopefully be rewritten or thrown down the outhouse hole, and while he tied his useless and fiscally ruinous dream around the neck of the American public, he ignored the job crisis. Now he takes a public relations nightmare of an elitist vacation in a $50,000 a week resort, expecting America to pick up the tab and with total arrogance he and his wife fly out on separate jets spaced three hours apart, but in all fairness, he was concentrating on a plan to put America to work and his golf game. After giving our Affirmative Action President the benefit of the doubt for two years, it is time to unload on this dilettante who lives the life of luxury while unemployment edges closer to double digits.

He is blaming congress for his own inability to do something constructive, after he had control of both houses for two years.

He can run in circles for the next 14 months, but there are no magic corners in that silo of stupidity and arrogance.

Democrats are pulling out all the rhetorical stops in attacking Republicans regarding the debt ceiling debate:

The irrepressible Van Jones

Any faction in America that would put a gun to the head of 310 million people and say ‘If you don’t do it our way, we will blow your dreams away, we will blow a hole in the American economy’, that is un-American. That is not how we do business, and we refuse to bow down to those tactics.”

Nancy Pelosi:

House Minority Leader Nancy Pelosi dialed up the rhetoric before Speaker John Boehner’s plan to raise the debt limit heads to the House floor for a vote, declaring it a “job-killer” and saying seniors could “kiss their Medicare good-bye.”

“If you believe in that the education of our children, the retirement of our seniors, the creation of jobs in a fiscally sound way, you couldn’t possibly vote for the bill that the Republicans are bringing to the floor today,” Pelosi said Thursday.

James Clyburn turns in the race card:

Rep. Jim Clyburn (D-S.C.) cited major civil rights victories as examples of successful presidential executive orders as evidence President Barack Obama should invoke the 14th Amendment to raise the debt ceiling if Congress fails to do so.

“He could do that [an executive order] with a stroke of a pen. We have seen many big things done in history that way,” Clyburn said on MSNBC’s “Jansing & Co.” “I was joking to my staff the other day: ‘Tell me the bill number for the Emancipation Proclamation.’ It was an executive order. We integrated the armed services by executive order. We integrated the public schools by executive order. Sometimes executives must order that things get done.”

Keith Ellison: Forget you, Constitution!

The other thing, the 14th Amendment, I believe, authorizes the president to raise the debt ceiling, of course, I think he’ll draw some legal challenges, but so be it. If they — I think at the end of the day we swear an oath to uphold the Constitution of the United States, the 14th Amendment says the debt ceiling should not be questioned. I think the president has authority to raise it and move forward that way. I prefer to have the legislative body to operate and function, but if push comes to shove, I think that he needs to just invoke that Constitutional option.

Hairy Reid shows his bipartisanship:

“At the end of the day, it doesn’t matter if Speaker Boehner’s bill passes or fails. The way to resolve this crisis is to ignore the extremists and meet in the middle of the road,” Reid said. Boehner’s plan “is not a solution. It will not pass. Every Democratic senator will vote against it.”

Tom Friedman:

Tea partiers are the GOP’s “Hezbollah faction.”

The predictably idiotic Wasserman Schultz:

“Aren’t we at the point where the closer we get to chaos, the more concern that there should be about coming to the table and compromising with Democrats?” Wasserman Schultz asked. “This is not leadership. This is almost like dictatorship. I know they want to force the outcome that … their extremists would like to impose. But they are getting ready to spark panic and chaos, and they seem to be OK with that. And it’s just really disappointing, and potentially devastating.”

Hairy Reid again- Tea Party members are not Americans

Michelle Bachmann made kids commit suicide:

An article in the liberal magazine Mother Jones criticizes Rep. Michele Bachmann(R-Minn) for her silence on a tragic string of nine suicides over the past two years in her district. The writer argues that Bachmann’s refusal to support antibullying legislation in the state in 2006 and the agenda favored by some of her anti-gay allies in Minnesota may have contributed to a harmful environment. And that climate, Mother Jones reporter Stephanie Mencimer suggests, could have played a role in the teen deaths in the troubled Anoka-Hennepin school district where Bachmann herself had once attended high school.

Obama flack Jay Carney:

From today’s back-and-forth between FOX News’ Ed Henry and White House press secretary Jay Carney.

Carney says the GOP is being “incredibly juvenile” for trying to force his plan through the Congress to the President’s desk. Carney claims they are “trying to stick the President with default.”

Carney calls the House GOP proposal “more Draconian” than the [Rep. Paul] Ryan budget bill.

Pelosi again.

“What we’re trying to do is save the world from the Republican budget. We’re trying to save life on this planet as we know it today.”

Republicans plan to ruin the holidays:

“Happy Holidays America: Boehner plan would have the debt ceiling all over again during the holiday season, which is critical for the economy,” White House deputy spokesman Dan Pfeiffer declared today at 9.50 a.m.

Click here to view the embedded video.

The president told Eric Cantor “Don’t Call My Bluff”. Well, why wouldn’t you call someone’s bluff; especially, after they just told you they were bluffing.

The president has once again made a mockery of the IQ that is supposed to be off the charts, during the negotiations over raising the $14.3 trillion debt limit. His tough guy line that sounds more like a Pee Wee Herman character than Gary Cooper; he was obviously off teleprompter.

The perviously unknown term “off teleprompter” has become that legendary period of time, when the real wit and wisdom of Obama shines through.

The president ended the meeting with a dramatic flair, after delivering his impotent one liner, he walked out of the meeting. Republicans weren’t sure whether it was dysentery or Michelle had a honey do list. Some actors just can’t do improvisation.

Straight man Eric Cantor told reporters upon returning to the capitol:

“It ended with the president abruptly walking out of the meeting.”

Our Progressive Socialists tried to spin the presidential petulance to make him look like less of a spoiled child. Witless Pelosi, Democrat from San Francisco, was asked if the president ended the meeting by walking out to prevent Cantor from having the final word, replied in her typical three word response to the question:

“No. Absolutely not.”

Witless Pelosi has always felt a brief lie is superior to a long winded lie; especially, if your brain is running on fumes of brain cells long gone.

A Democratic source familiar with the negotiations said the reports of a dramatic or abrupt walk-out by Obama were overblown, but the source acknowledged that the president “said what he was going to say, he got up and walked out.”

“The climax of the meeting was the president basically saying ‘what’s happening in this room confirms what everybody across the country thinks about Washington, D.C.,’” the official said. “Which is that people are more interested in protecting their base and political positioning than solving problems.”

The president has been faced with not getting his way for four consecutive days of negotiation.

Eric Cantor reported the president became “agitated” when Boehner said Republicans were open to holding two votes to raise the debt ceiling before the 2012 election: President Obama rejected that plan since it could make him appear even more profligate before the elections.

In another impotent presidential demand, President Obama told congressional Republicans to decide by Friday, the approach they want to take regarding the debt limit. This is the sum total of the presidential contribution to the debt limit negotiations and Americans are left wondering why future tax increases are so critical to the health of the economy, especially those that come after the 2012 elections.

Aug. 2 is the deadline the Treasury Department has set for lifting the ceiling: the ratings agencies have warned they will downgrade the US credit rating if Congress doesn’t act. If America’s credit rating is downgraded, markets could begin to fall.

Cantor told Obama:

“We are very far apart right now. I don’t know if we can get there.”

Cantor figured the two votes on raising the debt ceiling would allow more time for negotiations on additional budget savings to avoid a catastrophic default. Unfortunately, Obama wants history to say, he did it his way.

Judge Roy Bean, The Law West of the Pecos

A solicitor general represents the presidency before the Supreme Court. Elena Kagan represented the Obama Administration as Solicitor General. She has maintained that she would decline to participate in deliberations that she worked on while she was the Solicitor General, but refuses to indicate whether that included challenges to the Obama Health Care Law.

Constitutional challenges to the Health Care Law were raised for several months preceding President Obama’s nomination of Elena Kagan to the Supreme Court. Multiple states filed suit to stop the the Obama Health Care Plan. Ms Kagan insists she did not participate in conferring with the White House on the health care bill.

Senator Jeff Sessions the top Republican on the Judiciary Committee, expressed a logical reaction to the inevitable sequence of events:

“It is all but inconceivable that, when the states challenged the new health care law in March 2010, Ms. Kagan did not participate as counsel or adviser to the administration on the matter, or express her opinion on the case’s merits at that time,”

Mr Sessions and six other Republicans on the Judiciary Committee wrote a letter, asking Ms Kagan detailed questions concerning her involvement in discussions concerning the law. During her confirmation hearings, Ms Kagan stated that she was asked briefly about the issue, but insisted that she had not expressed an opinion on the legislation or the challenges; a rather odd statement, since it is precisely her job description to represent and advise the White House on the viability of such legislation in respect to the Constitution and the legal challenges.

Recently released Justice Department Documents are in contradiction to her confirmation testimony: forty-nine Republican Congressional House members have beseeched the House Judiciary Committee to “promptly investigate” Supreme Curt Justice Elena Kagan’s role in preparing a defense for Obama’s health care law while she was Solicitor General.

Forty-nine house Republicans wrote a letter last Tuesday to committee Chairman Lamar Smith, a Republican from Texas and the committee’s ranking Democrat, John Conyers Jr., from Michigan, it read that recently released Justice Department documents have placed Kagan’s testimony in doubt:

contradictory to her 2010 confirmation testimony before the Senate Judiciary Committee, actively participated with her Obama administration colleagues in formulating a defense

The House members maintain that the documents raise “serious questions” concerning Kagan’s ability to “exercise objectivity” in any and every case involving the Patient Protection and Affordable Care Act that comes before the Supreme Court. The question of honesty and integrity should also be addressed, but Americans have no faith in the moral integrity or the honesty of the Obama White House and the Holder Justice Department.

Rep. John Fleming, Louisiana Republican:

“Determining the extent of Justice Kagan’s involvement is imperative for Americans to have confidence in the impartiality of the Supreme Court,” said Mr. Fleming, a doctor. “Americans have a legitimate right to know the truth.

“If Obamacare is such a great law, like President Obama claims, then why are there dozens of lawsuits pending in the courts against it?” he said. “The reason is the law is fundamentally unconstitutional, and it is just a matter of time before it begins to unravel.”

If the Holder/Obama Justice Department is used as an example, we may assume that honesty and objectivity in the court is no longer considered to be a fundamental part of the process and that Kagan may have been selected solely on her opinions regarding the Obama Health Care issue and the American public should prepare to be railroaded once again by Chicago Machine tactics. What conclusions are Americans expected to draw if a Supreme Court Justice lies during confirmation testimony.

In the letter, the lawmakers said the law establishes “unambiguous conditions on which federal judges must recuse themselves from proceedings in which their impartiality might be reasonably questioned.” They said that under the law, a justice should recuse in cases where they “served in government employment and in such capacity participated as counsel, advisor or material witness concerning the proceedings or expressed an opinion concerning the merits of the particular case in controversy.”

“Even from the limited number of DOJ emails released to date through the Freedom of Information Act lawsuit, it is evident that Justice Kagan was involved in PPACA defense activities to a degree that warrants her disqualification from related proceedings as specified” by the law, the letter said.

Most of the released documents concerning Kagan’s involvement in Obama’s health care legislation were obtained and released in May by Judicial Watch, through a Freedom of Information Lawsuit.

Now the Justice Department is trying to backpedal and is in damage control mode. Justice Department spokeswoman Tracy Schmaler:

“During her tenure, former Solicitor General Elena Kagan did not play any substantive role in litigation challenging health care reform legislation, and the documents that were released reflect that.”

It is interesting that so many congressional members disagree. Kagan was sworn in to the Supreme Court on August 7, 2010. Because of her role as Solicitor General, she has recused herself from 25 of 51 cases the court accepted through December. Ms Kagan maintained that she would recuse herself on any cases brought to the Supreme Court on a case by case basis. She also maintained in written responses that she had no involvement in developing the government’s legal responses to to the health care law and was never asked her views; however, if as the documents portray that she lied, the American public will rightly assume she was lying concerning her own integrity in judging whether it is suitable for her to hear the challenges to the president’s health care Constitutionality.

Is this the sentence that will be the basis for Kagan’s impeachment:

“I attended at least one meeting where the existence of the litigation was briefly mentioned, but none where any substantive discussion of the litigation occurred,”

Forty-nine house members are more than a little concerned that the “Fix” is on. Senate Republicans sent a series of questions on whether she had been asked her opinion, offered her opinion read or reviewed filings of the case, approved a document. The Obama Administration and the Holder Justice Department have destroyed any faith in the honesty of those two branches of government. The Kagan affair looks like there will be further reasons to distrust the Obama White House and now the integrity of the Supreme Court. If these documents portray Kagan as a liar, and there appears as if that might be the case, the only way to resolve this issue will be to impeach her. For there was only one reason not to be honest about the issue and that was to stack the court in favor of ruling for the Obama White House on the health care issue.

Obama has a conundrum that is becoming more complex as the election approaches; he must campaign for reelection, but on what? Defending his bailout of the auto industry is likely to lose support rather than gain support. He can’t point to improvements in the economy, because those are dubious at best. His signature accomplishment, Obama Care, the health care that no one wants, has the majority of Americans hoping for appeal. He can cite the stimulus, one of the biggest scams in the history of the world, but if you weren’t in line for some of the millions that were passed out to Obama cronies, you might be upset over paying for it over the next five decades. It is hard to keep a straight face and boast of the food stamp program reaching out to nearly 50 million citizens. Most Americans are not impressed with our loss of sovereignty and the fact that our borders are open. Obama running as a Peacenik and then engaging in four new wars is even disconcerting to the most deluded Socialist ideologues. Unfortunately, arrogance and Narcissism are not really regarded as positive attributes and few Americans are interested in Obama’s golf game; consequently, Obama is left with almost nothing to run on as a positive accomplishment, he has the loyalty of his propaganda bureaus of the state directed media and these can be used to attack his opponent and the contributions of wealthy Democrats and George Soros will be waiting for his campaign of character assassination.

To offset the deficit created by not having a positive message, he has already resorted to the tried and true methods described by Marx and Engels and refined by Alinsky, that is class struggle or class warfare.

Unwilling to enact austerity measures, our president is desperately searching the teleprompters for the message that will redeem him and his legacy from history’s condemnation of his failures. Grasping at straws with the panic of a drowning man, Obama once again resorts to the Community Agitating tactics that heave defined his limited experience and accomplishments. Class warfare, the revolutionary technique of struggle defined by Marx and Engels, creates the animosity needed to break down the cultural aspects of a society so that class struggle or the Socialist Revolution can gain traction.

Obama is faced with the real possibility of austerity measures to reduce the budget or defaulting on our loans because congress wont raise the debt ceiling that Obama refused to raise in the past. Irony is always hardest on those who have no vision of the future.

Karl Marx and Frederick Engels

Manifesto of the Communist Party

1848

The history of all hitherto existing society is the history of class struggles.

Freeman and slave, patrician and plebian, lord and serf, guild-master and journeyman, in a word, oppressor and oppressed, stood in constant opposition to one another, carried on an uninterrupted, now hidden, now open fight, a fight that each time ended, either in a revolutionary reconstitution of society at large, or in the common ruin of the contending classes.

In the earlier epochs of history, we find almost everywhere a complicated arrangement of society into various orders, a manifold gradation of social rank. In ancient Rome we have patricians, knights, plebians, slaves; in the Middle Ages, feudal lords, vassals, guild-masters, journeymen, apprentices, serfs; in almost all of these classes, again, subordinate gradations.

The modern bourgeois society that has sprouted from the ruins of feudal society has not done away with class antagonisms. It has but established new classes, new conditions of oppression, new forms of struggle in place of the old ones.

Our epoch, the epoch of the bourgeoisie, possesses, however, this distinct feature: it has simplified class antagonisms. Society as a whole is more and more splitting up into two great hostile camps, into two great classes directly facing each other — bourgeoisie and proletariat.

From the serfs of the Middle Ages sprang the chartered burghers of the earliest towns. From these burgesses the first elements of the bourgeoisie were developed.

Thus he manipulates the public, to resist his policy and direction pits starving kids against those who fly private jets around the world; ironically, many of his supporters make up a large percentage of those who fly private jets around the world and Obama is the one who flies the ultimate flying jet, but the image is meant to give those with limited cerebral capacities an image to concentrate on, an image to blame, and an image to hate. Thus he deflects blame for the economy and his dismal performance and directs it towards a somewhat fictional entity that will allow the “mob mentality” of the witless and unthinking to have a common enemy and scapegoat.

In a press conference on June 29, 2011, President Obama outlined his strategy for defeating the Republicans on the debt issue and his strategy for the upcoming election. This is to be a war of classes or Marx’s eternal class struggle. He and his followers against those who hate children, medical research, newborn puppies, and grandmother’s apple pie. The poor who struggle to survive and feed their children against those who fly in corporate jets and never need to sacrifice. It is the Noble Poor against them, the mean spirited and uncaring rich.

He wants to put the Republicans on the defensive, when he has no other means of explanation or attack. If the Republicans rise to the sucker bait, they may look bad with Obama using a well practiced strategy from the Communist Alynsky’s play book, but it will accomplish precious little in convincing Republicans that he has finally resolved the country’s economic woes and is well on the way to reviving the nearly bankrupt economy.

In a classic example of the pot calling the kettle black, Obama uses the logic of the Chicago street thug to identify with his followers by referring to the congress and it’s recent vacations.

“I’ve been doing Afghanistan, bin Laden and the Greek crisis. You stay here. Let’s get it done.”

It was so daring and resourceful of Obama to fly into Afghanistan and assassinate Osama in-between golf games.

The president maintains that Democrats have compromised their principles by agreeing to billions worth of budget cuts that will hurt the Democrat voters. Yet Republicans are refusing to yield by not agreeing to eliminate tax breaks for owners of rich oil companies and corporate jets. Thus if Republicans get their way, there will be a one-sided or unbalanced deal that will the raise the debt ceiling but will force the government to make devastating cuts that aren’t necessary.

“If we do not have revenues, that means there are a bunch of kids out there who do not have college scholarships,” Obama said. “[It] might compromise the National Weather Services. It means we might not be funding critical medical research. It means food inspection might be compromised. I’ve said to Republican leaders, ‘You go talk to your constituents and ask them, “Are you willing to compromise your kids’ safety so some corporate-jet owner can get a tax break?”

Even Obama might be without clean socks!

Although President Obama made the tax on corporate jets the primary issue of his news conference, the tax involves less than one-tenth of one percent of his target for reducing the federal deficit. The change in the provision would put $3 billion in the treasury over a decade; Democrats want companies to write off the cost over seven years, instead of five years. Airplanes used for commercial flight or charter, are already written off in seven years.

Obama mentioned the depreciation on corporate jets six times in his press conference as a means to vilify Republicans for wanting to include tax increases and insisting on spending cuts in the measure which must be passed by August 2, the date that the Treasury is projecting that the US will no longer be able to service its debt.

“It would be hard for the Republicans to stand there and say that the tax break for corporate jets is sufficiently important that we’re not willing to come to the table and get a deal done,”

Obama’s pleading is laughable except for its dramatic appeal to the masses. The $3 billion proposal represents 0.075 % of the $4 trillion in deficit reduction that Obama is supposedly seeking through spending cuts and tax increases.

Hoping to win public support and force Republicans to give in to his plans, Obama is gambling with the country’s Economic future to continue to advance his version of a Marxist Utopia. It’s a gamble that has a ticking clock and time is running out on his Marxist Ideology and the U.S. as well. Republicans are demanding steep budget cuts and no tax increases to keep the TEA Party loyalists in check, for their own political futures are not insured: Obama is trying to save face and keep some semblance of the Socialist agenda on tap while trying to demonstrate a sense of reaching for a bipartisan solution, a situation that is humorous after his dismissal of Republican input before the 2010 election.

Obama:

“The question now is, are we going to step up and get this done?”

Mr President giving press conferences and channeling Marx isn’t going to resolve this issue any sooner.

Like Previous Marxist Leaders, Obama Appreciates Scorched Earth Policy

We are now engaged in another great illegal war, this one is in Yemen; relax, we are only killing Al Qaeda operatives and civilians, since Obama was elected with a 6% landslide margin and has the unflinching support of American Socialists, he is not bound by the usual rules that govern presidents. The war is classified so only the readers of the New York Times and Flopping Aces know about it; however, the relatives of civilians killed in the kinetic actions have probably put the pieces together. We are striking at militant leaders with armed drones and fighter jets, so in Obama’s unique definition of war and Nobel Peace Prize qualification, it narrowly misses being designated as a war, there is also a growing power vacuum in a nation we consider to be an ally.

Yemeni troops are battling militant troops of Al Qaeda for control of the country, Obama sees the use of American firepower as an option for keeping the same militants he has helped to gain power in other oil rich Middle Eastern Countries from gaining power. Obama realizes he alone must employ a discriminating and at times prejudicial sense of judgement to designate which tyrants should stay in power and which ones should yield to Al Qaeda.

Democrats have given their tacit approval of Obama’s gunboat or airstrike diplomacy because he has the much heralded but difficult to define superior intelligence to conduct rogue wars and assassinations of enemies and American citizens with style and aplomb so characteristic of Liberal hypocrisy. Its true they would have incited their witless legions to riot if these same acts of barbarism had been committed by a Republican, but they have a committed Marxist in the White House and questioning the Party Line or the Revolution is counter revolutionary.

These latest strikes come after strikes were halted a year ago as a result of poor intelligence that resulted in significant civilian deaths and bungled missions that were complicating the goals of Obama’s objectives, if we are to assume he actually has predefined objectives, like his intelligence he plays his cards close to his chest.

Officials in Washington acknowledged that American and Saudi spies have been receiving more intel from electronic eavesdropping and informants, but they admitted that the information could be programmed and manipulated to provide strikes against rival factions, those militants can prove to be real rascals.

An anonymous Pentagon official confirmed that using airstrikes and drones is complicated because Al Qaeda operatives mingle with other rebels and antigovernment militants, thus making it difficult for Obama to send his death from the sky without appearing as if he taking sides.

The American campaign in Yemen is led by the Pentagon’s Joint Special Operations Command, and is closely coordinated with the Central Intelligence Agency. Teams of American military and intelligence operatives have a command post in Sana, the Yemeni capital, to track intelligence about militants in Yemen and plot future strikes.

Concerned that support for the campaign could wane if the government of Yemen’s authoritarian president, Ali Abdullah Saleh, were to fall, the United States ambassador in Yemen has met recently with leaders of the opposition, partly to make the case for continuing American operations. Officials in Washington said that opposition leaders have told the ambassador, Gerald M. Feierstein, that operations against Al Qaeda in the Arabian Peninsula should continue regardless of who wins the power struggle in Sana.

The extent of America’s war in Yemen has been among the Obama administration’s most closely guarded secrets, as officials worried that news of unilateral American operations could undermine Mr. Saleh’s tenuous grip on power. Mr. Saleh authorized American missions in Yemen in 2009, but placed limits on their scope and has said publicly that all military operations had been conducted by his own troops.

American air strikes that kill civilians continue to complicate the situation; particularly, since there is no declared war or reason for the air strikes, especially for the civilians being killed and their relatives. There is always the chance of retaliation by those who feel as if their lives have been adversely affected by the death of loved ones by a trigger happy Obama.

“We’ve seen the regime move its assets away from counterterrorism and toward its own survival,” said Christopher Boucek, a Yemen expert at the Carnegie Endowment for International Peace. “But as things get more and more chaotic in Yemen, the space for the Americans to operate in gets bigger,” he said.

But Mr. Boucek and others warned of a backlash from the American airstrikes, which over the past two years have killed civilians and Yemeni government officials. The benefits of killing one or two Qaeda-linked militants, he said, could be entirely eroded if airstrikes kill civilians and lead dozens of others to jihad.

Edmund J. Hull, ambassador to Yemen from 2001 to 2004 and the author of “High-Value Target: Countering Al Qaeda in Yemen,” called airstrikes a “necessary tool” but said that the United States had to “avoid collateral casualties or we will turn the tribes against us.”

Obama’s policy of consulting advisors and bureaucrats that are less intelligent than him seems to be one of the more consistent features of his administration.

The Yemeni experts seem to be at least as knowledgeable as the most intelligent President, who has yet to provide any indications of his superior intelligence.

I was trying to figure how to put all my hunter’s gear on two pack horses, it would be easy if I didn’t take a tent and my personal gear. In frustration, I walked up to my boss and told him I’d need another horse to pack all my hunter’s gear. He shrugged his shoulders and told me to use Maxine, a Quarter Horse pony cross that could carry her share of gear, but was plagued with the mutton withers of the old style Quarter Horses, back before, they started breeding the high Thoroughbred withers that help keep a pack saddle centered while traveling in the mountains.

He told me I had an important customer, who knew a lot of big time hunters in New York City.

Big time talkers were cheap enough in the guide business, so I was just barely paying attention when he told me to go ahead and tack up the gear and that she would be out of the lodge when it was time to leave.

I was thinking about the breast plate and britchin I’d need for Maxine’s pack saddle when that word struck home.

“She… what do you mean she?”

“You are guiding one of our more famous hunters Skook, I am counting on you. She is an experienced hunter; you don’t need to worry about that. Just take her up in the mountains, do your typical guiding job and you will be just fine.

He turned to walk into his log lodge to have drinks and settle the accounts with hunters leaving for home and those about to depart for the mountains.

My boss always told me I was adaptable and that’s why he stuck me with all the more radical hunters. I’ve guided Saudi princes and Mexican millionaires who would have had me shining their boots if they had their way, but my job description only went so far, shining someone’s boots wasn’t part of the deal.

I made camp, took care of the horses, cooked, found game, finished wounded game, packed out the meat and trophies, and took pictures of the hunters with their cameras; those responsibilities kept me busy and I didn’t need any other little jobs along the way. Some of the hunters would pitch in to help and others liked to watch other people work. Most of the guys who had made their own money, as opposed to the ones who were born into a life of wealth, were the ones who liked to help with chores. It was nice to work for guys like that, but it wasn’t really what they were paying for and it was never expected.

Sometimes hunters would lose their nerve when it was time to actually shoot the game and the guide would shoot the animal, some guides provided this service, but I refused. It just didn’t seem right for me to take an animal’s life so that a man could hang the rack on a wall and tell lies about his hunting abilities. If they wounded the animal, it was my responsibility to kill the animal. Sometimes it meant tracking the animal all night. I’d usually take the customer back to base camp and tell him to fix himself some dinner.

I always hoped the wounded animal would lay down to rest and stiffen up before he heard me tracking him. This part of the hunt is neither noble or exciting, it is just a necessary part of the job. If it is a wounded Grizzly you are tracking, it is a very dangerous part of the job.

If the hunter was really spoiled, he’d complain about the prospect of cooking his own food and being alone for a few hours. I usually smiled and told them that the wounded bear or elk was having a much worse time of it and was waiting for me to help them along.

The metaphysical reasoning confused the self-centered hunters who were used to being treated with false respect by “Yes Men”, but patronizing people isn’t part of my personality. I’d tell the hunter to stay in camp and if they wandered off there was almost no way to find them in the bush. That convinced most of them to stay in camp.

Looking for lost hunters was a waste of hunting time. Losing hunters could get a guide fired.

Being a guide was challenging and could be rewarding, but holding someone’s hand (metaphorically speaking) who was afraid or insecure is not a part of the job that people like to talk about.

Not all guides are fearless; most of us have our own personal fears. I have a fear of being swept away in fast water under thin ice. Many of the native guides are afraid of bears; I think it is a fear handed down through generations after losing so many people to the Grizzly. Some guys are afraid of mice or ravens. As a guide, especially the head guide in charge of several guides in camp, it is essential to display confidence and keep your personal fears in check, for fear is contagious and dangerous. For instance, I almost always call out to announce myself when walking into camp after dark. If a bear has been in camp or Grizzlies are in the area, there is always the chance that a scared hunter could mistake you for a bear.

I didn’t like mistakes with firearms; after witnessing three accidental discharges by hunters, I insisted that hunters not have a round in the chamber until game had been sighted. I always had a round in the chamber, but I have never had an accidental discharge. The possibility of losing a human or horse far outweighed the advantage of a hunter being able to react instantly when seeing game.

Now, I was being asked to guide a woman hunter. I’d heard of husbands that took their wives on a hunting trip and met a guy who took his teenage daughter on a black powder bear hunt, but I had never heard of a woman hunting by herself and she was in the boss’s cabin/hunting lodge having a couple of drinks, this trip was not looking good to me.

I laid out my hunter’s gear and noticed that she had all the best gear along with silk long johns. I kept the more feminine articles hidden from the other guides as I weighed out everything and separated it into the four panniers her two packhorses would carry. There was also a bottle of red wine for each night in camp. That made for a lot of extra weight. Most hunters packed in a bottle or two of liquor: I’d never seen wine in camp.

I went into the lodge to tell my boss the horses were packed with 148 pounds a piece and it was time to leave. He was talking to my hunter and she was a looker. She was about 5’10” with blonde hair and striking features. I’d have judged her to be in her late twenties or early thirties, not that I was an expert on women, but she was surely as pretty as the women in the magazines.

My boss told her that I didn’t like my horses standing around with their packs on and that if she was ready it was time to leave.

She drank the last of a cocktail as the boss introduced us; she flashed a big smile and gripped my hand with nearly the strength of a man. Making me feel like a fool, since I am so cautious not to hurt weaker people with my huge right hand.

In the culture of handshakes, she caught me flat footed and I ended up looking like a wimp. I’d be cautious with this one; in the mountains, it was imperative for me to maintain control of the situation. Most hunters are successful people and used to being in control; consequently, it is hard for a country boy with limited experience and education to maintain discipline, without appearing pushy or creating ill feelings. This one was several years older than me, wealthy, poised, beautiful, and seemed highly educated; it was going to be challenging hunt, that was a sure bet.

She followed me out to the staging area where guides were packing horses and a few hunters were watching and asking questions. The activity stopped as I walked through the horses and men with my hunter. They all stared at us as I untied my hunter’s horse and held it while she mounted.

Now there is a secret among horsemen, whether they ride mountain horses or compete in Olympic disciplines; horsemen and horses make a quick assessment of your riding skills when you throw a leg over and settle down into the saddle. If you sit down hard like a sack of potatoes, your skills are relegated to the level of novice rider or gunsel, no matter how much BS you toss around: if you settle into the saddle softly as if you are riding on a carton of eggs, both horses and horsemen will grant you a certain amount of instant respect. You have shown empathy and respect for the animal’s back, an animal that has consented to carry you rather than buck you off and kick your head while you are in the air.

She settled into the saddle with a softness that I had rarely seen; she was obviously an accomplished rider. I had the three packhorses tied head to tail, I held on to my lead horse’s lead rope and mounted my horse saddle horse and we were off to the mountains.

Some of the other guides had these stupid grins on their faces and raised their eyebrows as we rode by. They made me uncomfortable and I am sure they made my hunter uncomfortable.

Her name was Marcella and she rode along next to me until the trail narrowed. She lived in New York City and was some type of editor for a fashion magazine. She had grown up on a ranch in Idaho and hunted with her dad. Horses and hunting, as well as travel to exotic cosmopolitan locations had been a part of her life since she was a girl. She had hunted in Africa on safaris and in other many other places. This was her first hunt without her father and it was very sad for her.

The humble horse and a mountain trail usually causes people to open up and tell you about themselves and what is bothering them the most. I have heard many troubling things that I had never considered in my young life, but the issues I was hearing from Marcella alluded to the fact that even very successful, beautiful women are vulnerable to insecurities that are tied to self-doubt. I don’t pass judgment and rarely offer advice unless asked; instead, I reply with these meaningless skim milk phrases: that’s a tough one, worrying over a problem can make it seem worse, things always get better, or after a hunting trip you often feel refreshed and have new ways to attack problems. She was worried about turning thirty and being unmarried and not having any likely prospects on the horizon.

I thought to myself, those men in New York should have been on their hands and knees walking behind her sniffing like hunting dogs, but didn’t say anything for fear of being too gamey with my language and thoughts for a sophisticated lady. I often say things that are too earthy in polite company, not by using crude language, but by referencing the most natural functions of life, things that are considered “delicate” by genteel people or people who weren’t raised strictly in the company of men.

Marcella was plagued with self doubt, I assume it was why she needed the cocktails at the lodge. If she were a close friend, I would have told her she had looks, brains, money, prestige, and a professional standing in life; how much do you need to have confidence in yourself, but I was just beginning to learn of the intricate personalities of women and it was increasingly more obvious that intelligent beautiful women seem to have more problems than most.

My boss had guaranteed her that I was a professional that would be a decent conversationalist and provide an excellent hunt; so far, I had proven myself to be an excellent listener. Rather than listen to even more intimate details of her life, the kind that cause a young red blooded male to lose his concentration, I decided to redirect the conversation.

I told her that I would try to find game, but sometimes the luck ran against you and you wouldn’t see anything.

She laughed and said that it was the hunt itself that she enjoyed, seeing game or getting off a good shot was just a bonus.

I began to like this lady. She was obviously taught to hunt by a man who loved the outdoors and understood nature’s whims.

The trail began to choke down and I told her to wait until the packhorses passed by and to fall in behind them. We just had three more miles to our camp and we would make camp and plan for the morning’s hunt.

We arrived at camp about an hour before dark. I had to work like a madman to get everything setup and dinner going before dark.

I stripped the horses of their tack and walked them out to the meadow to feed. I tied four of them with a bowline under a front fetlock, the rope was a throw cinch 34 foot long and it was tied to a three or four inch sapling. The fifth horse could wander around loose as long as it wasn’t a camp quitter or a horse that would strike out on its own. As long as the majority of horses are controlled, the others will stick with them. In every pack string there are leaders and followers. Most leaders wont leave without some of their followers and most horses wont leave the herd. It’s those independent types that don’t necessarily follow the rules of herd instinct and they can mess you up. Being herd animals is one of the many genetic features of a horse that is used by the packer in the mountains to control his pack string.

Humans are very susceptible to this same herding instinct. There are the same followers and leaders; the followers are often easily manipulated by unscrupulous leaders; instead, of a cowboy with a domineering instinct and a sense of fair play and horse savvy.

The 34 foot throw cinches that are used to secure a top pack to the top of the panniers or pack boxes that the packhorses carried, were used to tie a horse to a sapling. These horses rarely managed to get in trouble with a rope, they were trained almost to the point of learning to play checkers and could be consulted in dicey situations on the trail.

I tied them to poplar saplings with three to four inch butts. The tree acted like a fishing rod and would flex and move as the horse fed in a thirty foot circle around the sapling. I hate using hobbels, unless it is unavoidable. Unfortunately, some horses can run like deer with traditional hobbels, so when I use hobbels, I usually employ the Scotch hobble and tie one hind fetlock to the rope connecting the fronts. I’ve never seen a horse outwit this combination.

When I came back from picketing the horses, Marcella had already caught a large Dolly Varden and was displaying it with pride. We were having fish for dinner so I made a vegetable fry with Yukon potatoes, Bermuda onions, and Green peppers. I cut the fish in four sections stuffed it with onions and coarse black pepper and rolled it in aluminum foil smeared with butter.

Marcella said she enjoyed the meal, but I ate most of the grub. I think she was overly conscious of her weight and didn’t want to risk eating much. I don’t think she knew what kind of walk I had planned for her in the morning, a hike that was calculated to test the limits of her endurance and wear down some of this exuberance and marathon talking ability of hers.

I situated her bunk next to the small wood stove after clearing the ground of stones, sticks, and roots. I started a fire and told her it would be her responsibility to feed the fire every two hours or wake up to a cold tent in the morning. She asked where I was going to be and I said I’d sleep close to the fire outside to keep the neighbors from talking. I laughed at my joke, but stopped when I noticed she was staring at me with an un-amused look on her face.

I told her to tie the front flaps to the tent if she needed privacy and I would wait outside; otherwise, I would carry in firewood and carry on with the hundred little tasks and chores that were necessary to run a good camp.

She told me she would need a bucket of hot water to bathe with every night at this time. I filled a three gallon bucket and put it on the fire; while wondering how hunting with a woman was going to pan out. I used a small cross cut saw to buck up firewood and then split it with an ax. It made some great firewood and I was sure it would be toasty in the tent for Marcella, if she could keep the stove fed every two hours or so. I figured she must be done with her bath and called out that I was coming in with a load of firewood. She was sitting nude behind the bucket and still washing her self with a wash cloth. I dropped the firewood and turned around without saying a word. I spent the night outside and let her straighten out the firewood. I was mortified to have walked in on her, but I told her to tie the tent flaps closed, when she needed privacy. It was quite a shock for me to walk in on her in the nude; although, for a few fleeting seconds I was treated to a vision of beauty that was so rare for a country boy like me to see.

The next morning, we had my regular breakfast, fried eggs with onions, bacon, beans, biscuits, potatoes, and coffee. I figured I had all the major food groups covered and it would stick to your ribs until late afternoon. We were saddled up and on the trail with two horses about a half hour before sunup.

My intrusion wasn’t mentioned and I treated it like it never happened.

About an hour after daybreak, left the horses to feed in a lush valley with a nice spring for water beneath a high ridge. It was steep, but required no climbing over rocks, just a hard walk up a steep hill for two thousand feet or so. I thought I was fit, but she made the climb and talked the whole way. I was breathing deeply and the last thing I wanted to do was engage in an ongoing conversation, but she was undaunted and wasn’t going to let a little thing like a mountain slow down her talking. Now don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed her conversation, but there is a time for talking and a time for walking.

About a hundred yards from the top, I turned to her and said we had to be quiet from here on out; because, at the top we were going to glass for elk and we didn’t want to spook them with “our” conversation.

Finally, a little peace and quiet, all I could hear were my own footsteps, my labored breathing, and the pounding of my heart. I pushed for the summit too hard and was now out of breath. My average hunter would be on the verge of a coronary if I pushed them this hard, but when I looked at this hunter she smiled and asked if I was alright. I turned back around without answering, thus observing our code of silence and refusing to be humiliated more than necessary.

At the summit, we approached the edge in crouched position and glassed the other side in the prone position to keep from being seen from below. Her binoculars probably cost over a thousand dollars and mine looked pretty shabby next to those fine German glasses. Life is like that, we work with what we have to work with.

I was breathing through my mouth and exhaling through my nose to get my wind back. I said we might move further to the left and see if there was game.

That’s when she said, “Wait, I see a big bull elk about a mile down valley to the left. I didn’t see anything in my binoculars, so she loaned me hers and after receiving direction sure enough, there was a big royal bull. I felt foolish, it is my job to find the game, not be directed toward the game.

We ducked down from the summit about fifty yards and walked along the edge for a mile or so and once again looked out over the edge. There he was, but there was no cover for us on the other side and he already looked half spooked as he was looking around instead of feeding. It was a downhill shot of at least 800 meters. I’d consider it difficult for an expert hunter. She was adjusting her scope and said she was going to put it on 600 meters. I said it is closer to 800. She told me it was a straight downhill shot and the bullet wouldn’t drop like a horizontal shot. I said it is still 800 meters and a bullet runs out of propulsion and asked if she was going to negate gravity, she better set her scope for 750 meters. Then I thought what in the Hell am I doing, I need to get her closer to make this shot. She asked if I felt any wind. Strangely, there wasn’t enough wind to blow out a candle. I told her we needed to get closer and she said, “Alright, 750 meters, you better be right.” Yep, she was used to being a boss alright.”

A bullet drops and slows at this range and the wind has more of an impact on a slower bullet, a slight mistake can mean a clear miss. Something told me she had done more hunting at these ranges than me.

She carried a 7mm mag, it was the right weapon for this kind of shooting, a light bullet, with a flat trajectory, it might work. She fired and I saw she had her shoulder relaxed as the recoil threw her shoulder back a couple of inches. She appeared to know how to shoot. I quickly looked to the bull hoping to see the impact. There was a small puff of dust off the back and then nothing. She watched through her scope and I watched through her binoculars for the longest time. She ejected the brass and slid another round home and took aim once again.

Suddenly, the elk staggered, took one step and fell over dead. I looked at her and said, “Good shooting,
Hawkeye.” She smiled and seemed pleased to hear the compliment.

Now we had a dilemma, the bull was on one side of the mountain and needed to be field dressed as soon as possible. The horses were feeding down below on the opposite side. If I field dressed the elk and then crossed over the mountain to pick up the horses and rode them back and walked leading the horses it was going to be a long day.

It would have been nice to tell her to get the horses and bring them over the mountain, but there were too many variables, not to mention the possibility of Grizzlies.

It was a beautiful elk near the end of his productive life. I field dressed the elk and caped him, but while I worked the snow started coming down and the temperature dropped steadily.

By the time I was finished, the conditions were so bad, I didn’t consider it safe to walk back up the mountain: we might get stuck on the top if the conditions worsened. The wind was blowing hard in the valley and it was sure to be blowing much harder up on top of the mountain.

I found a slight trench or coulee and lined it with spruce branches. I then placed some limbs over the top and laid the fresh elk hide over the branches with the hair side down. I stacked up more spruce branches at one end and built a fire at the other end.

She gathered firewood with the remaining light and I cut off some fresh elk steaks and put them over the fire using green sticks as spits.

Our new little home was going to be primitive and cramped, but we would be alive in the morning.

The steaks were tasty. I noticed Marcella had a much greater appetite after the day’s hiking and hunting.

I made some toothpicks so we could clean our teeth and we washed down our steaks with cold water out of a near-by creek. She was getting cold and that was understandable the temperature had probably dropped to twenty below. I told her to take off her jacket and crawl into our little home. She looked at me like I was crazy, until I took my jacket off.

I crawled in after her and placed half her jacket over her legs and placed my jacket over her upper body. The shelter was only about two feet high, just wide enough for us to lay next to each other on our sides. With the jackets acting as blankets, our body heat began to warm us.

We were both on our right sides and I was up against her back. In a few minutes she reached behind her and grabbed my left wrist. She placed it on a breast the size of a large apple and pulled me closer to her. My temperature shot up dramatically in a few moments and I am sure she felt warmer also.

She slept soundly through the night while I hugged her to me and gently kneaded that breast now and then through her long johns.

In the wee hours of early morning she woke me and whispered that there was something outside our shelter. I grabbed her rifle by mistake and spun around in the little shelter so that I would face the intruder head first rather than feet first.

The gray light of dawn was shrouded in a white fog, but I could make out the form of a large Grizzly eating at the gut pile. I pulled the bolt back and noticed that I had the wrong rifle.

The bear heard the clicks of the bolt and turned toward the noise and stood up to see what was going on. He was big, he stood at least ten feet high and he started that funny two step shuffle toward me. I tried to fire the rifle, but the safety was on and I didn’t know how to get it off. The bear was less than 30 feet away and coming closer all the time. I’d look at the rifle and then at the bear, for the life of me I couldn’t figure out where the safety was. I froze in fear and the bear kept coming suddenly, my rifle was slammed into my side by Marcella, I looked into her eyes and saw a wild fury and disgust that I had never seen before, her eyes were on fire and I felt like a moron. I grabbed my rifle, knowing that I always kept a round in the chamber ready to fire, I slipped the safety off and raised the rifle and put one in the center of his chest. The old guy bellowed out in shock and pain, turned to his right and dropped to all fours. I put another round behind his left elbow through the heart and lungs and the great beast’s life was over.

Now that it was over, my hands were shaking. I stood looking at the giant bear that I didn’t really want to kill and felt the depression from killing such a fine animal without actually hunting for the animal. I also wondered at my own paralysis from fear when I couldn’t get the safety to work on Marcella’s rifle and how I came to my senses when she shamed me out of my cowardice. Life is funny, I have never frozen up in fear before or since, but on that early morning I was locked up in fear.

Marcella asked me to skin the bear as quickly as possible; she was through with this hunt and she wanted to go home.

She had lost all respect for me and probably no longer felt safe.

The next day we made it into the base camp and on the whole trip back she didn’t say more than a dozen words to me.

I felt terrible, I had never had a customer get mad at me for losing my courage, because it had never happened before. Back at the lodge, I loaded her gear on the boss’s truck and turned around to find her standing behind me.

She hugged me and kissed me on the lips and got in the truck and drove away out of my life.

It was a sad story that went from bad to worse. Some years later, after spending many hours wondering what happened, I read where Marcella took her own life.

Sadly, that was one episode in my life that would remain a conundrum for the rest of my life.

Losing the respect of those around you is the step before complete failure as a leader. Politicians and military officers can never show fear or incompetence in front of those they lead.

The mission is doomed to failure if this level of trust is broken, those who follow will never place their trust in such a person ever again. Our current administration has lost that level of trust among too many of those who place their hope and trust in their leader. There are too many failures and nonsensical policies to forgive.

Diogenes Searches For A Human Or Perhaps An Honest Man

How Beautous Mankind Is! O Brave New World That Has Such People In’t

The Tempest, The Bard

Oh Praise Be The Weiner, at least until he has disgraced himself beyond levels of acceptability. Lies and false accusations of criminality are acceptable to a point, but eventually, even a Democrat reaches a point too far. Now that the hounds of reality and truth have treed the dark haired spokesman for Progressivism and all things Socialist, within the tree of accountability, there is but one option open.

Weiner now must fall upon the blunted sword of mental illness; in a move meant to gather a sympathetic army of witless Progressive Socialists around him, he now feigns a disease that no one has heard of, but one that guarantees him time and an excuse for his degenerate behavior. He is no longer considered a wretched pervert: he is now a victim of a terrible disease that made him helpless to resist the horrible symptoms of the disease.

It would be considered inhumane to unseat a congressman who is in therapy to recover from an addiction. We Americans are always willing to offer help to those seeking to help themselves. The more skeptical among us will view his sudden realization of an affliction of mental illness as a shrewd political maneuver, but we realists are considered cynics and therefore unworthy to pass judgement on such delicate matters.

Now Weiner is poised between the sheets of semi-respectability and he waits; for in this game, timing is critical. If he can present himself in tights and cape and Weiner in hand at a critical moment, the world or at least the Democrat Party may forgive those minor indiscretions of the past and welcome a deciding vote with open arms. With his party behind him once more, he only has those evil and cynical Republicans to contend with and they can be so partisan.

Diogenes The Cynic Searched With A Lantern In Daylight For A Human