Ronsday – Get Off My Lawn!

Ron goes all curmudgeonly today.

Y’know . . . based on what I see from the Hidin/Ho administration, it looks as if they’re deliberately tryin to incite an insurrection. Hairylegs Joey is going pedal-to-the-metal to set up CWII and really get a large bunch of well-armed rednecks really pissed off, and his cackler vice accident is about as useful as Hillary in a relay race.

I haven’t heard anything useful come out of the White House since January. And a demented old swamp-rat professional plagiarizer “mandating” me to do ANYthing is about the same as Forrest Gump giving me directions for constructing a T-Rex out of potato peelings and coffee grounds.

So . . . I got some words of wisdom for Joe, and Ho, and the alphabet news networks, and the Hollywood elite, and libs in general. Listen up, assholes:

Basically, I don’t really much give a damn if someone else has a huge mansion with a bunch of expensive cars and state-of-the-art electronic gadgets.

I mean, yeah . . . it’d be nice to have all those things, I guess, but consider the upkeep, the taxes, the utility bills on a mansion, and the insurance on a fleet of fancy cars, and the threat of theft or damage to fones, laptops, flatscreens, and so on.

Some people work hard to get what they wind up with . . . some inherit money and stuff from relatives . . . some win it in lotteries or poker games . . . some just outright steal it in one way or another.

But, so what . . . once they got it, I really don’t care, and I really don’t want to take any of it away from ‘em, or redistribute it to the less fortunate, or donate it in some guilt-trip to somebody who made some stunningly bad decisions or just had a run of really bad luck.

See . . . I got enough. Roof, running water, reliable electricity, steady income, big TV screens, functioning iMac, good dog, great life-long partner/wife, no long-term major debts, reasonable health for someone my age. Am I lucky? Of course I am, primarily to have been born where I was when I was.

But I also worked for what I have today . . . 24 years in the military, a BA and MA re-starting from scratch after a false start 60 years ago and paid for by the G.I. Bill, 16 years teaching in the local college and university. Income retirements from Navy, Florida state university system, and Social Security, which I paid into for 40 years.

I don’t have a LOT, but I really don’t NEED anything more than what I have, unless it’d be repair of my shoulder and hip-joint issues that keep me from playin golf.

So, what am I goin’ on about . . . well, it’s this: get outta my face with this equality crap. Life isn’t fair. Lady Luck can be a bitch sometimes. Hurricanes happen. Earthquakes happen. Disease happens. It’s not my fault that some people smoke and never get cancer while others never smoke and die from the stuff.

Stop lecturing me about inequality, about how unfair it is that the 1% have all the wealth and all the power. I’m not at all certain that any of them are any more content than I am despite their millions, their status, their luxuries.

Stay away from me with your gender inequities, your systemic racism, your boo-hoo bullshit about the treatment of Muslims and gays and trannies and “refugees.” Life’s a bitch, and then you die. Mother Nature really doesn’t care about anybody’s personal problems.

Lay off me with the divisive crap about money, wage scales, pigmentation, gender confusion, black lives matter, white people being responsible for everything that’s gone wrong in human history since Adam (who was brown, BTW) ate the forbidden fruit.

And stop trying to convince the country that at least half the population is black and every 5th person is gay or lesbian or trans, or that people of color can’t be racist. NOTHING is more racist than a black Congressional caucus or a Black Miss America contest or a TV network which uses beautiful African or mixed-race or same-sex families in well over half their commercials.

Don’t tell me how to live my life, what to eat, what medicines to take, where I can go, what I can wear, what I can or can’t do, when I can do things, and with whom.

Don’t try to make me feel bad about something somebody else’s grandfather might or might not have done 200 years ago to a black or brown person. Forget about trying to convince me that I owe somebody I’ve never met a recompense for something that went on 2 centuries ago. And while you’re at it, do some research on the percentage of slaves in the US who were white . . . you might be surprised.

If you want a god and have one you like, good for you if it makes you happy. I honestly believe that a moderate religion is good for society. But don’t tell me that I have to have the same god and worship it the way you want me to or I’m condemned to hell.

And don’t waste half a minute telling me how Islam is a religion of peace until you’ve looked at what ISIS, Al Qaeda, and the Taliban have wrought in Afghanistan.

Don’t even think about asking me for money to support a politician or a political party. You want to waste your money on professional parasites and thieves? Fine. Go ahead. I really don’t care about your politics, and don’t forget that your right to be happy ends where mine begins if they conflict.

So if you had in mind doing any of that stuff to or for me, think again. Go play your holier-than-thou games with your woke snowflake friends. Or, even simpler, just go away. I won’t miss you any more than you’d miss me if I disappeared.

Joke Of The Week

Last week I was trying to remember a joke about a rooster that one of my mentors told me 50 years ago and then on Saturday my friend Pres sent me the joke I was thinking about. Here it is.

A farmer went out one day and bought a brand new stud rooster for his chicken coop. The new rooster struts over to the old rooster and says, “OK old timer, time for you to retire.”

“Come on, surely you cannot handle ALL of these hens. Look what it has done to me. Can’t you just let me have the two old hens over in the corner?”

The young rooster says,

“Beat it! You are washed up and I am taking over.” The old rooster says, “I tell you what, young stud. I will race you around the farmhouse. Whoever wins gets exclusive domain over the entire chicken coop.”

The young rooster laughs. “You know you don’t stand a chance, old man. So, just to be fair, I will give you a head start.”

The old rooster takes off running. About 15 seconds later the young rooster takes off running after him. They round the front porch of the farmhouse and the young rooster has closed the gap. He is only about 5 feet behind the old rooster and gaining fast. The farmer, meanwhile, is sitting in his usual spot on the front porch when he sees the roosters go running by. He grabs his shotgun and – BOOM – he blows the young rooster to bits.

The farmer sadly shakes his head and says, “Damn…..third gay rooster I bought this month.

False Flag Fizzle

Well, that was a dud. Insurrection 2.0 did not go off as the Deep State planned did it? Trump told all of his followers to stay away from the September 18th event at the Capitol and they listened. The fences were put up for nothing. There was no rush on the Capitol. AOC didn’t have to “cower in her office”.

There was no doubt that this was gonna be a false flag event, but it didn’t work out as planned. There were more uncercover cops and reporters than protesters.

Here’s an undercover dude being confronted by the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Capitol cops.

The only dangerous armed people at this rally were the undercover FBI agents.

There’s no word whether Michael Byrd was there to try to shoot another Ashli Babbett.

Cognitive Dissonance

Saw this at Gateway Pundit.

A fully vaccinated 66-year-old grandmother died of Covid earlier this month and her family is blaming unvaccinated Americans for her death.

Scratches head in wonderment.

Candace Ayers, a beloved grandmother from Springfield, Illinois, traveled to Mississippi in July after receiving her second dose of the Moderna vaccine in early March.

So she should have been OK and immune from the Kung Flu.

“I took my parents to get that second jab, and we were all so excited,” said their son, Marc Ayers. “We are a family that believes in science. We believe in masks, and we believe in vaccines. We were ready to get back to normal.”

Yippee! No worries.

After her trip to the south, Ayers tested positive for Covid and was hospitalized for three weeks and put on a ventilator before passing away.

But she was vaccinated. How could she catch the Kung Flu? Does the jab not work?

The family blasted unvaccinated Americans in Ayers’ obituary because she traveled to a state with a ‘low vaccination rate.’

“This all could have been avoided,” Ayers said. “This could have been prevented by a few acts of kindness. They were in a state that had one of the lowest vaccination rates in the country. Getting a vaccine and wearing a mask for others … had this been done, she would be here today.”

No you booger eatin’ moh-ron. If your vaccinated mother could catch the Kung Flu, then it didn’t matter if the people down South were vaccinated or not. The vaccinated people in the South could catch it as well. Is that not apparent to you or are you just dumb as a stump? The fact is, the vaccination was totally ineffective for your mother as it has been for many others. My sister and BIL have both been jabbed and they both caught the Kung Flu.

He lives in a blue state and prolly votes Dimocrat. That’s all you need to know.

Also, his mother was treated at a hospital that was prolly forbidden from using Ivermectin and monoclonal antibodies. The worst thing that can happen to Kung Flu patients is to be admitted to a hospital.

Ronsday – The Jab

To Jab or not to Jab. That is the question. Here’s Ron’s take.

O.K. Now, about 175 million people in the US have been vaxed for lung flu.

As of 30 August, about 2500 fully vaxed individuals have died of the stuff.

Breakthrough cases are rising steadily, and estimates are that soon we’ll be seeing 35,000 breakthrough cases per week. I don’t necessarily believe that, but it’s out there.

So . . . almost 90% of those vaxed who subsequently died were people over 65, and of THOSE over 55% were males.

If that many vaxed people are still gonna get sick from the thing and the majority of the deaths will be men over 65 and I’m over 80, where’s the logic in my taking the jab?

Joey’s “mandate” is a badly disguised red herring to draw fire away from his catastrophes in Awfuckistan and the southern border. His handlers know that he doesn’t have the authority to do it and the courts will never permit it, but they can drag it out ‘til after mid-terms to save a few seats and THEN roll him under the bus.

Actually, like most reasonably intelligent adults, I don’t believe ANY of the stats the government provides through any of its agencies, especially the CDC and NIH. They’ve lied so often about so much and changed their stories so frequently that it’s hard to take them seriously.

As of about 10 days ago, the total number of US cases was reported to be 40,900,000 with 660,000 deaths. That’s a mortality rate of 1.6%, and I’m convinced that many of those deaths were complex situations involving obesity, asthma, bronchitis, diabetes, and so on. A first cousin of mine recently died in his mid-70s of complications from age-related Parkinson’s. I BETCHA the hospital tagged it “covid-related.”

The US population is around 330,000,000, so somewhere around 220 million have been jabbed or got the stuff and now have natural immunity, and I’m not including those who had it but didn’t know it, which could very well be a sizeable number.

What’s the panic at this point to get EVERYONE vaxed if the chances of their getting sick from it continue to go up by the 10s of thousands per week?

I remain convinced that this is all mostly a big pharma push for the bucks and way too many of our “leaders” are stockholders in the big three as well as subsidiary outfits which distribute and manage the vax materials and implement the process.

At my age and with my respiratory history including cigarette/cigar smoking for 30 years, any bout of influenza could wipe me out. So why should I take a basically untested subdued RNA injection that could result in pain, loss of facility, neurological damage, or lingering death so that a bunch of greedy politicians can just get richer?

I’ve had a good run, tried to help out when and where I could, never deliberately hurt anyone who didn’t deserve some hurtin, and believe my record will stand up in any accounting in an afterlife by a reasonable judge. So, Joey, you can take your needle and shove it up your ass . . . and do us all a favor by reaching around behind you and jamming one up DingleBarry’s.