Yippee!

I'm up and running again from the boonies!

The move is over and all things are good.  There is much work to be done as expected, but thankfully I don't have to do it alone.

Some of you are familiar with poster Goshawk, some perhaps not.  Either way, the big news I hinted at in my previous article is that Goshawk is now Mr. Peppermint and I am now Mrs. Goshawk.

We are a real team now and working at fixing up our old farmhouse.

Now, you might ask yourselves just how did this happen?  I bet Townhall never imagined that they would become a site for romance to blossom.  But, that is exactly what happened for Goshawk and me. For a long time Goshawk and I were like "ships passing in the night" running into each other in the comments sections of various columnists, batting back comments about the moon bats.  After many months of comments to one another, Goshawk requested another TH blogger give his email address to me so that he would not miss an installment of the Diary series I wrote.

First we began emailing as all friends do and then one day, we realized we were more than friends.  We weren't sure what that more was but we decided to find out.  At first it seemed there could be no way this romance could work out because of distance.  Goshawk lived in LA and I lived in Ohio.  2100 miles apart! 

Goshawk wanted out of what he considered the cesspool of California.  Then seemingly out of nowhere my best friend and her husband had bought their second farm in Kentucky and they had a house to rent on the property.  We jumped at the chance since the farm is WAY out in the boonies which was a requirement for Goshawk, who is an artist and needs plenty of peace and tranquility for his painting.  For me, I remain only two hours away from family and the deal was done.

We are living on a 209 acre farm with the permission to freely explore.  We are loving everything about the farm, our old house we are fixing up (and much to do of course), we are quite isolated with no neighbors in sight and all the tranquility one could ask for per Goshawk's requirement.

In an upcoming article I will tell the tale of Goshawk's trip out here with all the ups and downs and hilarious events along the way. Of course, many of these events were not hilarious to Goshawk at the time, but we laugh about them now.  It's a miracle he ever arrived in one piece.

For now that's the news.  Further details will appear in upcoming articles and I am glad to be back.  Goshawk and I are celebrating our newfound happiness and hope you will all join in our celebration.

As you all know I have not been around lately and have had very little time to post anything. I'm in the middle of a move and other personal matters.

I am glad to see that people are still posting at my blog, if none other than to advertise their own blogs. It's been a great opportunity to afford all the advertising space for everyone. I say that in humor of course. It's flattering that other bloggers advertise their own blogs on mine. Never mind that I have not written anything for quite some time. At least I'm still remembered. LOL!

I want to thank everyone who have given me support and kind words about my son and his illness.

In a week, I will be moved into the farm house where I am preparing to make my new home. In several weeks, I will also be posting an article with big news about the farm house and developments around the move and why I am moving there. I hope everyone will come and join in the fun. My next article will be a huge surprise to all who know me at TH.

Meantime, all you TH bloggers keep up the good work that I don't even get to read lately as I have so many other things to attend to with work and the preparations for my move and my big surprise.

See you soon in a couple of weeks with my article and the big news.



Here you go Paulie per your request. It's a pic of the area, not the actual farm since I don't have the actual farm picture to scan as yet.

According to Irshad Manji writing in The Australian on June 21, 2007, Islam is the Problem.

She grew up in Vancouver and was taught in school that Jews were evil because they worship moolah instead of Allah.

She looked around her neighborhood and saw all kinds of shops but they were not run by Jews. They were run by Asians and other ethnicities. Because she is a "thinking, brilliant, and brave" woman, she saw that what she was being taught was wrong. She saw through the lies.

Indoctrination is what we have in the Muslim schools and if you think this isn't going on in our schools here you  had better think again. This indoctrination is widespread and insidious.

Pakistan is one of the most virulent countries in regard to Islamic radicalism. Yet, we barely hear anything about what is happening there. According to Irshad Manji, more women are killed in Pakistan for somehow "violating" their family's honor, than any murders at Gitmo. Irshad rightly asks, "where's the outrage over this?"

Muslims continually scream and yell about the torture and mistreatment by Americans, but they are the worst when it comes to human rights. This fact makes me want to spit nails. I hear the complaints, the whining of the Muslims held at Gitmo, yet they are treated better than any Muslim would ever get treated in one of their own prisons. They eat better. They have gained an average of 20 to 40 pounds at Gitmo. Some complaint! They have more food to eat than our homeless people do.

When it comes to the Muslims own atrocities there is very little outrage, if any. Very few speak up about the Islamic radical treatment of their own women and people. Women are not allowed to marry an infidel, but their husbands are. Women who fall in love with Infidels and marry them most likely meet their deaths instead of celebration by their own families. Men are allowed to have many wives, whereas women are not. If a woman has an affair she is stoned to death. So, what's the difference here? Her husband can have many different women, but she can have just one.

In April, mullahs at a radical mosque in Pakistan issued a fatwa against hugging all because a woman gave a celebratory hug to her sky diving instructor. This was seen as an outrage. How dare a woman hug a man in public even if he is her trusted instructor who has worked hard with her in raising funds for the Pakistani earthquake from 2005. Her innocent action was branded a sin.

The mullahs ban women from being outside and they have to be covered at all times in Pakistan.

Music and book stores are closed down due to threats by Islamic radicals. They threaten suicide bombings to intimidate store owners  and the government.

According to Irshad Manji:
"Above all, I'm offended that so many other Muslims are not offended enough to demonstrate widely against God's self-appointed ambassadors. We complain to the world that Islam is being exploited by fundamentalists, yet when reckoning with the opportunity to resist their clamour en masse, we fall curiously silent."

"Last spring, a 56-member council of Islamic countries pushed the UN Human Rights Council to adopt a resolution against the "defamation of religion". Pakistan led the charge. Focused on Islam rather than on faith in general, the resolution allows repressive regimes to squelch freedom of conscience further - and to do so in the guise of international law."

Irshad Manji is a Muslim woman who some of you may have heard during interviews on Glenn Beck, or have read her articles. This woman is a Muslim, not a red necked, racist hick from flyover country here in America who speaks out against the "quiet and silent" Muslims.

Along with Irshad I ask where are the moderate Muslims? When will they start speaking up? When will they demand that their radical brethren stop their atrocities and stop killing women and children? It is getting very late and we need these Muslims to speak up now.

Look at this picture and REMEMBER.

Some of us have forgotten or have gone back into denial about what happened to us on 9/11. The worst attack on American soil to be experienced by all Americans has become a distant memory to some. Remember the calls and statements made after 9/11, "WE WILL NEVER FORGET"?

How short our memories are! Many of us have forgotten. Indeed many of us, after witnessing this horrendous act of evil and murder on over 3000 our our citizens, believe that the a future attack on us is not possible and that the talk of one is merely to "scare" us.

It took only a few "lucky" or "competent" or "lucky and competent" jihadists to devastate New York City and those who felt the impact of their beloved ones' deaths.

Look at this face and REMEMBER.

How can we forget this? How do people in this country tell themselves that another attack on us is nothing more than a "bumper sticker" or just a reason to get people incited to vote for any war Republican? How do those Americans in this country who believe a terrorist attack is nonsense tell that to the people of New York who lost their family members? Or to the family members who lost loved ones at the Pentagon or in a field in Pennsylvania?

The American people are the most generous and free people in the world. Our country is the most open, free, and giving country on this earth. Yet, people who hate us for no other reason than sheer religious ideology wish to destroy us. These are the same people we have helped with all kinds of aid. These people are fanatics who fight in the name of Allah and raise their fists into the air shouting, "death to America".

I want everyone to look at these pictures again and REMEMBER the horrors of those days afterward of firemen working throughout the night, dragging out the bodies of their brothers.

Look and REMEMBER.



 Remember the pictures of the bereft relatives searching endlessly and futilely for their loved ones. They placed pictures in places all over New York City hoping against hope that their loved ones would somehow magically reappear before them. Instead, as the days went on into weeks, we all realized with utter horror that these loved ones would not magically appear, but had instead had been cremated probably and mercifully upon impact.


Look at this woman and REMEMBER.


We know that is not true of all the victims for the bodies fell onto the ground in loud thuds as people jumped from the buildings to escape an agonizing death by fire.



Was this not still real? Look at this picture and REMEMBER.




And, then the buildings collapsed and people ran for their lives as a tsunami of fire, smoke, and the ashes of humans billowed down the streets of New York City.
Look at the picture and REMEMBER.





Look at these faces. The faces of evil, the bearers of all that are death and destruction. Some of them are now gone, but some still remain to deliver a surprise to us. And some who are not on this photo whose names we do not even know as yet.

Who will it be and how will it come? Remember we are still at war. A global war that hangs over us while we play our video games, shop for that next electronic gadget, root for that next hometown football team. While we cannot stop doing our daily activities and routines for that would be despair, we must remember and recall that this war is not finished. The global jihadists are waiting like the tiger in the tall grass, crouching, watching, smelling, the first scent that we are ripe for the taking. We need to keep our eye on the tiger.

"And so, we will have to be constantly vigilant. We will have to be alert at all times. And I think the message that's got to come out from Britain, and from the British people, is that as one, we will not yield. We will not be intimidated and we will not allow anyone to undermine our British way of life."  Gordon Brown, UK Prime Minister

The Muzzies strike again. This time in Glasgow, sending the Scotsman Gordon Brown a strong message, you mess with us, this is what we can do. The fiery picture above represents the intent of radical Islam to take over Britain.  With Tony Blair out of the picture Gordon Brown now in office, the jihadists wasted no time in letting Mr. Brown know who is in charge. The Islamic radicals want Brown to know that he will not quell them or defeat them. They are his enemy and they will do what is necessary to reach their ultimate goal.

What will Gordon Brown actually do? Will he recognize these acts for what they are, acts of war? Or will he fall under the appeasement spell? Give us what we want or we will kill you. The message is simple. The answer could be simple, but what politician has stood ground and backed the jihadists against the wall. Give radical Islam an inch and they take the proverbial mile.

It will not be long before we here in the US elect another president. We must face facts. The Republicans have a slim chance of taking the White House in 2008. The Republican Party is shattered. The likelihood of our next president being a democrat is very real.

If and when Hillary Clinton takes the reins and rides into the White House as proud and happy as Dale Evans, dragging her appeasing husband along with her, what message are the jihadists going to send her and us?

The jihadists are here. Does anyone doubt that? Our borders have been open since 9/11. No one knows exactly who has come across that border. People coming in on visas have done the usual and overstayed their visit only to disappear into our population.

Who knows just who is in the shadows. Our government certainly doesn't know. Our government doesn't seem to care either.

Get ready America. Make sure you are prepared for the 2nd round/s of attacks by the jihadists. This war is far from over. Americans may have lulled themselves into believing the threat is not real. After seeing what happened this weekend in London and Glasgow do Americans still doubt that we are at war with one of the most dangerous and insidious threats we have ever faced?

    

Juliet’s Diary

In the Sydney newspaper, The Australian, the following article appeared by Captain John Larimore of the United States Marine Corp:

In my hands I hold the remains of what little American history was left after her demise. One of the Commanders of the fleet of ships who evacuated us from Okinawa had a copy of what is called Juliet Smith’s Diary. He told the story of how he and some others had landed in Newport News to bring supplies to those remaining in the States after the dirty bombs went off. Before this Commander left America to return to Australia, he was given a copy of Juliet Smith’s Diary by a chap called PappyMichael.

PappyMichael told the Commander that while Juliet Smith wrote the diary another person copied each page so that the diary could reach across the sea to be read by others so that they would know what was occurring after the devastation of the States by dirty bombs.

The Commander who evacuated us gave me the Diary as he said he had no use for it. He told me that while it was entertaining, it really was no use as an historical document in his opinion.

My new country, Australia, has opened its’ arms to those of us men and women who were basically in limbo in Okinawa. It is a great country and the people of this country feel the bereft sadness that we from America feel over the complete demise of our country.

On July 4, 2009, America was hit by nuclear bombs and the entire country was annihilated. Chinese submarines off the coasts of the United States launched nuclear missiles and mushroom clouds appeared everywhere across the country. If anyone survived this attack it is doubtful that they remain alive today.

Sorrow for the death of my country is too mild a term. In fact, I cannot really put into words the great loss and sorrow I feel. How does one handle a loss so great? How do I go on knowing that the country that gave me so much and for which I gave my love and service, is now forever gone, only to be a story in the history books of tomorrow?

I ask myself how that history will be written. Will the United States be regarded as the last bastion of freedom and opportunity? Or will it be viewed only as an experiment that finally fell under the weight of its’ own success? The forces of freedom and individuality gave rise to a divided Nation. No longer were people willing to join forces together to fight a common enemy. That played a large role in how America fell. The Chinese nukes killed the American soil, which is now unusable with nuclear radiation But, America killed itself politically long before the nukes hit. America was dying within, slowly to be sure, but dying. The freedoms upon which the Republic was founded were eroding gradually over a period of time.

The fighting within the United States between two forces, the right and the left, became so pernicious that like a cancerous tumor eating away at the brain of an unsuspecting victim, the country hobbled on unwittingly towards its’ own end. How did it start and how did it come to such an end? Those of us Americans abroad who survived the end will no doubt argue this point into infinity or until the last American dies off. For we who are left will be assimilating into our new country. Our children and grandchildren perhaps will continue to tell our story, but eventually America will have become only a distant memory of an experiment that lasted for several centuries.

I can only say that my country America forgot the wisdom of a great leader, Winston Churchill. As a nation, we no longer sought to fight our enemy, but instead gave in to selfish and whimsical musings. We could not hold onto the idea of standing together to fight a common enemy. We lost our love of country, our Patriotism, and our will to fight.

“Victory - victory at all costs, victory in spite of all terror, victory however long and hard the road may be; for without victory there is no survival.”

Sir Winston Churchill, 1940

The End

Oh, for the good old days where there existed a prison from which few ever escaped. This could be a good place for recalcitrant politicians, undocumented Americans, and other sociopaths who could all get together and have one big party. Just a great gathering of racketeers, invaders and murderers. Just think of all the plots and schemes they could cook up in old Alcatraz. Once in awhile, a tourist boat could come by and take loads of pictures of all the outcasts busily slicing and dicing one another. Who would last the longest? Most likely the politicians since eradicating cockroaches has always been man's oldest and toughest problem.

How about this lovely fence for our border? Stylish, but not overwhelming or too cutesy. It would make for a lovely backdrop on our border, blending in with the landscape making it more difficult for border guards to see illegals coming over the fence. Oh, yes, this sounds like a good choice, anything to hinder the border guards.



Or, we could choose the much loved picket fence, soothing to the eye and the often chosen fence for young married couples who want that life with just a house and picket fence to raise their family safely. Just the ticket for old town style across the border and a welcoming sight for our illegals as they climb over.



Medieval anyone? How long would it take the illegals to claw through this one? It may be harder than one thinks. At least it would keep them busy while the border guards are getting released from prison for catching illegals.



Nah! This fence just might hinder our illegals, uh, I meant our  "undocumented Americans" from coming across the border. We would not want to make things that difficult for them. After all they do have families to hoist over that fence. That would be cruel and inhumane. And,  the ACLU would not like that one bit. Our govenment would object to this as it could pinch someone. Or maybe a hand would get caught in one of those roles of wire.

Since our government is having such difficulty building that fence across the border, I thought we Americans could choose something for them. We could give them some ideas on what to build. It's obvious the politicians are having a very hard time understanding what we mean by a fence. Just telling them we want a fence is not working. So, perhaps, if we show them various pictures of what fences look like they will start to understand the concept. Later, once the politicians "know" what a fence LOOKS like, we can discuss the details of the fence and offer some suggestions about which fence we would like them to build.

It is just like dealing with small children, some images are too hard to understand and describe to them. It is often better to show them pictures. That is why there are so many "picture" books for children. Let's all gather our pictures of fences and send them to our politicians so they can see for themselves.

Today is Sunday and I am weary of all the problems of the world and the issues we need to fight with our government so I am turning to lightness of being today. It is also Father's Day so Happy Father's Day to all the fathers here on Townhall.

Above is a picture of a Pembroke Welsh Corgi that looks almost exactly like mine with a few minor exceptions.
My Corgi is named Dakota and I love him and cherish him like I would another human I loved as much.

Dogs are to be emulated from the standpoint that they give us love no matter what. They do not ask us to be handsome or pretty. They do not care if we are the smartest or dumbest person in the world. Dogs do not care if we are wearing the latest fashion or have the best in houses, cars, or any other material things.

They merely ask we give them some love, feed them and keep them by our side.

Dogs give us far more than we can ever give to them. Besides loving us, they guard us, they protect us, and they know when we feel bad. They will try to make us feel better too when we are sick.

Dakota knows when I am feeling blue because he will then resort to his comical side to make me laugh. He has a habit of getting under the curtains and peaking out from under them, staring at me with a  look that says,
"Do you think this is cute and does it make you laugh?" Of course it makes me laugh every time.

Dakota wakes me up when I sleep through my alarm. He stands by the bed, nudging me with his nose and barking to get me up. He wants to make sure I make it to work because I tell him before I leave for work that I have to go so that I can make money to buy us food. He usually accepts that pretty well when he hears the "food" part. Even though he does not want me to leave him, he knows I must bring home the "bacon".

If it is past the time Dakota usually gets fed, he will pick up something like one of my shoes and bring it to me and stare at me. His message, knowing he is not allowed to chew my shoes, is you better get my food woman, or I will eat your shoe. This makes me laugh also knowing it is his way of telling me he is hungry and the time is past due for his meal. He would never actually chew the shoe, so it is laughable how he uses this as a devise to warn me.

When I arrive back home, there is never any doubt how I will be greeted. He is always excited and happy to see me. No one has ever been excited and happy to see me everyday other than my dog. That is really special.

Dakota's tongue hangs out  like that picture when he is filled with joy. It doesn't take much,  a walk in the park, a game of catching the stick, and meeting new people which he loves to do. In the park, he has given many a senior citizen a much needed smile when he goes up to them to greet them. He seems to know which ones need a lift in their spirits as he "chooses" which ones he will greet. It never fails either. The elderly man or woman will tell me every time they needed that little bit of love that Dakota gave to them. They pet and fawn over him like he is a king and Dakota loves every minute of it.

He is so smart. I lost one of my favorite gloves while walking him one winter night. The next night before we walked, I showed him my glove, told him I lost one of them and I needed him to find it. I put it under his nose for the scent. So, we started our walk and about a mile and a half later, he darted off the sidewalk into someone's yard which I was going to discipline him for until I saw that he was bringing my glove to me. I would never have seen it as it was buried in the snow way off our track. Needless to say he received a lot of hugs for that.

When my father was dying of cancer, he asked that I bring Dakota with me when I came to visit him. My dad was bedridden and Dakota would jump up on the bed and smell down his mouth at the cancer that was eating him up. Dakota knew he was dying because he could smell death upon him.

One day while visiting my dad, he asked me if I would rub his back as it was hurting him so bad. So, I gently rubbed my dad's back while I talked to him about different things we had done together when I was a child. I was trying to give my dad a diversion from the pain he was suffering. My dad then said his butt area hurt him too and he could not get comfortable. Dakota jumped up on the bed and laid up against my father's backside and snuggled against him. Neither one of us could believe what Dakota had done even though we saw it with our own eyes. My dad said the warmth of Dakota up against him helped ease the pain in that part of his back where the cancer was raging also.

When the day came that Hospice had to take my dad away to die there, Dakota had to be with my dad the whole way. He wanted to jump into the ambulance with my dad, but that was not allowed. Once we arrived at Hospice Dakota was allowed to come in and be with my dad. Dakota immediately got into bed with him and tried to comfort him. As each grueling day passed while my father died, Dakota continued to give my dad much needed comfort that even the morphine could not give.

Our dogs are special to all of us. I know there are many dog lovers besides me who have similar stories and have shared them with me.

Watching my dog, seeing his instincts work miracles, and all the love and comfort he gives me is one of the most cherished experiences of  my life. And, when I hear that we " humans" are the most noble of creatures, I look at my dog and know that is not true. Dogs are more noble than we are. They do not judge us shallowly, but love us for who we are. Forgiveness is one of their greatest virtues and one from which we, as humans, can all learn.

Once again Pat Buchanan disappoints and angers me with his latest article where his usual claim is that the United States is trying desperately to find a reason to go to war with Iran.

There is one small problem with Buchanan’s’ premise. Iran is already at war with us. They have been at war with us since Jimmy Carter’s presidency. I imagine that many people who agree with Pat Buchanan have no sense of history since history in our public schools is a subject obviously not as important as teaching our kids liberal propaganda.

We already know that the Iranians or the Iranian Guard are supplying and have been supplying weapons to enemy forces in Iraq. But, now we have similar circumstances appearing in Afghanistan.

The following excerpt is taken from an article from csmonitor:

“Coalition officials in Afghanistan said they have intercepted Iranian-made AK-47s, C-4 plastic explosives and mortars. One explosively-formed perpetrator bomb (EFP) that was found can pierce American armor, a NATO official said.

The EFP is similar to the weaponry the United States says Iran has provided to militants in Iraq, but the NATO official said the weapon has not been traced directly to the Iranian regime.

Still, some experts believe that the Iranian government may be officially sanctioning the sale of weapons to the Taliban as a means of indirectly battling the US. "Iran's apparent shift in Afghanistan is part of a wider response by hard-liners, led by President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad, to what they consider U.S. efforts to destabilize the Islamic Republic," reports McClatchy.”

The British embassy yesterday told The Daily Telegraph: "Iran has publicly expressed its support for stability in Afghanistan and has a vested interest in supporting efforts against the Taliban. Any Iranian links to illegal armed groups either through supply of munitions, training or funding would be unacceptable."

However, one high-ranking Afghan government official said: "We are absolutely convinced that the Iranian intelligence service is providing support to the Taliban."

Iran's ambassador to Kabul, Mohammad Reza Bahrami, said: "Our belief is that a return of extremism to Afghanistan not only has a negative effect for Afghanistan but also for other countries in the region and beyond."

In his article, Buchanan cites numerous reputable and credible sources saying that the Iranians are supplying weapons to defeat us, yet he goes on to blame the US administration for propaganda by these same reputable people, including General Petraeus, as a cover for the Bush administration to “start” a war with Iran. Now, it sounds like Buchanan has likened Petraeus as another Colin Powell, a willing dupe to the Administration for making a case that Iran is at war with us. Just how many willing dupes does Buchanan think Bush has? Is he telling us all these fine military personnel are just a bunch of stupid and naive village idiots?

Buchanan’s article is a twisted and convoluted piece of propaganda itself. He doesn’t even make sense. First he cites the reports about Iran supplying weapons, then he goes on to say it’s all lies, just a front for starting a war with Iran.

Buchanan would not be so dangerous with his writings if he attracted no one to his articles, but plenty of moonbats engage in the same rhetoric and believe what Buchanan writes. I find this dismally depressing. There seems to be no end to anti-Semitism in some of the supporters of Buchanan. Then when they are called on it, their replies are that that is the usual card thrown at them. I don’t truly know if Buchanan is an anti Semite, but if nothing else he is naïve and an isolationist, which in today’s global world no longer works.

Here we are facing one of the greatest threats of our lifetime, nukes in the hands of Islamic fanatics and these same fanatics do not care who dies including themselves. It is not as if this is the cold war with the Soviet Union. This is a hot war.

Buchanan also excoriates Joe Lieberman and the other Republican presidential candidates who stated that they would not take the nuclear option off the table when dealing with Iran. Buchanan writes:

President Bush will then have his casus belli to take out Natanz and all the other Iranian nuclear facilities, as the Israelis and the neocons have been demanding that he d British and American special forces have intercepted a number of truckloads of weapons crossing the Iranian border into Nimroz province.

What does Buchanan expect? Would he prefer the US put ice cream cones on the table and invite the Mullahs for a nice Sunday ice cream social? Perhaps Israel should invite Ahmadinejad down for a nice bar mitzvah and let him see the fun that can be had with his enemies, the Israelis.

Buchanan grapples through all 23 paragraphs of his article, citing the dangers of the ME, the reports of Iranian weapons, the politicians, the military, NATO, and other credible sources all telling the same story, that Iran is destabilizing the entire ME. But, somehow Buchanan comes to the conclusion that the United States and the ever so reviled “neocons” are looking for anything to start a war with Iran. After reading his column I was left with one thought, “Huh?”

Mr. Buchanan has a big problem. He lacks credibility himself and by the way, where is his solution to the problem. I did not notice one throughout his entire column.

His only solution, if you can call it that, is “Where is the Congress? Why is it not holding public hearings and sifting the evidence to determine if Tehran is behind these attacks on Americans and if the United States has not itself been aiding insurgents inside Iran?”

Here is another premise that does not make sense. So what if we are supplying insurgents in Iran? Has that not been one of the actions supported to help the Iranians overthrow their government in the hopes of the Iranian Mullah led government falling? Has that not been one of the actions the politicians want to take in order to avoid our military having to fight in Iran? Would that not be one answer to the problem we face with Iran? I have heard this idea suggested and promoted even by some democrats.

Besides applying sanctions to Iran through the UN, the United States is financially strangling the Iranian government. We are working with the UN on the Iranian issue. In my humble opinion we are using all the methods available to us, including finally sitting down with the Iranians for “talks”. If anyone believes these talks are going to work, I would like to hear the reason why.

What if none of these actions work and Iran continues on its’ course of building nuclear bombs and destabilizing the ME? Just what does Pat Buchanan, in all his wisdom, suggest we do? Does he suggest we sit and wait until the world blows up? Does he prefer that Iran wipe Israel off the face of the map as Ahmadinejad has stated? How about when it becomes our turn to be wiped off the map? What will Pat Buchanan say then?

AMERICA KILLS BILL

Americans spoke loud and clear to their politicians that they did not want the immigration reform bill that the Senate attempted to sneak through like burglars in the dead of night. Not only did they think we would be asleep, but they thought we would roll over in our sleep and accept what they wanted to ram down our throats.

Now, the question becomes, “Just who can we trust?”

On the Democratic side we already know we cannot trust them to do what is right for our country as their candidates believe turning our country into a socialist regime is what is best for us. They speak to us as if we were children. We do not really know what is good for us, so they will decide. They will make the hard decisions for us through socialized health care and deciding to whom and what we can listen. Their candidates see the Islamic war as either a bumper sticker or a police action item ala the Clinton 1990’s.

The Republicans have destroyed our faith in them by their big spending, corruption, and their inability to listen to their base. Our conservative values are no longer displayed by our average Republican representative. Some Republicans were willing to work with one of the most notoriously corrupt Senators, Teddy Kennedy, in pasting together a bill that was substantially missing the real meat. What is so difficult about securing the borders is something of a mystery to me. There are many and varied opinions and hypothetical reasons regarding why the Republicans do not see this one demand for which the American people have asked. Is that too much, to ask/demand our government secure our borders?

With that in mind, now I and many people like me are searching for something to believe in again. When I was a child, I over heard my parents debating the crookedness of the politicians. How many years do we put up with this corruption and greed in Washington?

What do we do? One poster on TH recently said that all the faxes, emails, letters and phone calls will prove to have been futile. The poster suggested we take action now such as protesting in the streets like the pro immigration people do. Would it make a difference?

Are our politicians worth saving? Do we need to throw every last one of them out of office and start over again with what the Founding Fathers wrote in their wisdom, “Government for the people, by the people”? This is not what we have now. We have government by the politicians, for the politicians. The “People” have become an anchor around the necks of the politicians. We are getting in the way of their personal goals.

This immigration reform bill is not completely dead and it will be brought back up again. How or when I do not know. I just know that we need to remain vigilant to every last move these politicians make. We need to watch every piece of legislation they introduce as closely as possible. We can no longer sit back on our laurels and believe that anything they do represents us or is for the good of our country.

For me, the only people I can trust now are my fellow citizens who do want what is good for our country. These are die hard patriots, many of whom have fought for this country to maintain our freedoms. Many would gladly fight again if necessary. I no longer believe our government has any concern over protecting us as stated in the Constitution. We will need to rely on ourselves and one another for protection.

For the awful truth is our elected politicians are not representing us, they have become our enemy.

                                                                                                                                                      
                                                                  
                                                                                

“The remains of the soldiers -- Pfc. Kristian Menchaca, 23, of Houston and Pfc. Thomas L. Tucker, 25, of Madras, Ore. -- were recovered near a power plant in the town of Yusufiya, where they had been operating a vehicle checkpoint that came under attack Friday, Maj. Gen. William B. Caldwell said in a briefing for reporters. A third soldier, Spec. David J. Babineau, 25, of Springfield, Mass., died in the initial assault.

Caldwell declined to describe the condition of the soldiers' bodies, saying it would be "inappropriate until I know what the families were told." He said it was clear that the soldiers had died of wounds suffered in captivity, rather than at the site of the attack on the checkpoint, but that the cause of death could not be immediately determined.

According to residents of Yusufiya and a relative of one of the victims, the soldiers were beheaded. An Iraqi official said they had been brutally tortured before their death, but provided no further details.  “

"We went ahead and established a cordon around the area to protect it so it would be undisturbed at daylight this morning and brought the necessary assets like explosive ordnances," Caldwell said. "They did have to dismantle some stuff to get to them.”

The deaths of these two young men occurred in June of 2006, but there are others like it. Here is the latest US military casualty and there are still two Marines missing. These attacks were allegedly perpetrated by Al Qaeda:

By Paul Tait Mon Jun 4, 7:09 PM ET

June 4, 2007

"The U.S. military has said a body pulled from the Euphrates River near Baghdad on May 23 was that of one of the three missing soldiers, Private First Class Joseph Anzack. The body had bullet wounds and signs of torture."

Did you know of the circumstances of the deaths of these two young soldiers back in June of 2006? Did you know they were tortured and beheaded? Did you know the body of PFC Joseph Anzack was found with signs of torture?

But where was the outrage by our government officials? Where was the outrage by the media over the torture?

Can the MSM, the democrats, and liberals of this country admit that our soldiers and contractors in the Iraqi War Theater are brutalized and tortured on a routine basis? Why don’t we hear more about this and where is the world’s outrage when it happens?

Instead we are bombarded by the allegation of torture at Abu Ghraib and Gitmo. As far as I know no prisoners at Abu Ghraib were beheaded. At Gitmo, no prisoners are tortured and beheaded. No terrorists’ dead bodies are then booby trapped after death so that when their comrades come to gather them up, they are then killed themselves.

Just where is the outrage from the world, our politicians, and the liberals when they are screaming about the torture of prisoners, false torture, or uncomfortable situations that are not defined under torture? You would think that we, the United States, were responsible for the worst torture to befall mankind since the beginning of time. What is even more outrageous to me is the falsity of these claims.

I realize that America is held to a higher standard than other countries, but I become livid when I continually see stories about America torturing these poor, innocent terrorists. But, apparently it is acceptable for other countries and their terrorists to torture at will. People will say “they are not held to the same standards as America”.  Well, why not? It gets to be fairly ridiculous to hear a terrorist scream torture at the hands of the US government when they practice their barbaric acts openly and arrogantly, and without impunity.

Is it not time that we and the rest of the world hold terrorists and Al Qaeda accountable and insist that they be held to some standard? I suppose since they are a "terrorist group" or "jihadist group" we cannot place a country under fire for their conduct.

But, is it not past due time that we demand these people be condemned for their acts? The world needs to ban together and condemn these groups for their actions. The condemnation needs to be loud and clear. We need to condemn the Islamic radicals and all who preach that this kind of behavior is acceptable. If the Muslim world wants to be seen as having a peaceful religion, we need to call them on it. The more we allow this to happen, the more it will happen. There is no reason whatsoever for the radical jihadists and terrorists to stop their brutal ways since no one is speaking out. Where is the Muslim community on this? I hear an occasional whimper about it, but basically they remain silent. I see no reason to give them a pass.

http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2006/06/20/AR2006062000242.html

news.yahoo.com/s/nm/iraq_dc

 

Chapter XXI

 

June 28, 2009

 

The trek from Rochester to Tennessee turned out to be an ominous one from the start.

Severe thunderstorms blew up and everyone was cold, wet, and hungry. KO and Puffball were two of the most obnoxious socialists the Patriots had to transport. Crawfish thought that in many ways they were almost worse than Michael Moore.

Crawfish thought they should just shoot these losers. He had his orders from Justice Ann, but he was running very low on patience. Why cart these losers all the way back to Tennessee? He was missing his wife in Florida. She was consuming large amounts of romance novels. He worried she would start to take that rubbish too seriously.

The Poll Katz were tired and hungry. J-Dawg fell sick with what appeared to be influenza. The whole party of travelers was disgruntled in one way or another. Making the trip so far was slow and riddled with problems.

Sangrun was in charge of KO. As long as Sangrun was next to KO, he kept mostly quiet. There were occasional outbursts from KO. But, Sangrun just stared KO down without a word until he just shut up. Without an audience to respond KO was depleted of his own sense of arrogant power. Not that he ever really had any. His talk show that he used to have really had no audience to speak of other than a handful of loony leftists.

Paulie and xpressit were also tiring of Puffball who whined continually. They gave him a bag of his candy to appease him. He also couldn’t manage his horse. The horse bolted several times and Paulie and xpressit had to round the horse up. They would find Puffball hiding in the weeds eating his candy with his right eye twitching. To make matters more aggravating he would pick up ticks every time he was in the weeds. Xpressit got the nasty job of picking them off of Puffie's head as he cried like a baby. The mere thought of having ticks drove Puffball into an uncontrollable frenzy. Paulie cracked him with his whip after one of these hiding episodes telling him if he wasn't so stupid to sit down in weeds he wouldn't be picking up the nasty blood suckers.

On the third night, they were deep in the Ohio heartland with a straight shot to Tennessee. They found woods that they would camp in for the night. The men were hungry, so Sangrun and Paulie hunted for deer. Sangrun bagged one quickly having been an expert deer hunter all his life.

Puffball gagged and threw up over the gutting of the deer and swore he would have none of it. KO just stared with apprehension watching how deftly the Patriots skinned and carved up the deer meat. He had visions of being carved up like that himself. He shuddered at the thought. He took a quick look at Sangrun’s face trying to grasp onto to something, any kind of emotion that could foretell if this man was going to kill him as deftly as he used his butcher knife.

That night the men ate well. All they had since leaving Puffball’s house were cans of spam. Puffball had tons of the stuff at his house. No one wanted it, so it was easy to get. The Muslims wouldn’t touch the stuff so you could always count on it never being stolen from your food reserves. Only socialists stole the cans of Spam. Since they knew nothing about hunting, they were satisfied to have Spam, some kind of meat even if no one knew what it was. It was so typical of the socialists to accept things that were not explained as opposed to anything that could be explained. Spam certainly fell into that category.

That night, after gorging themselves on the deer meat, including Puffball, who had gotten over his nausea, the men bedded down and quickly went to sleep.

Sangrun and xpressit took the first watch. They were stationed up in some trees around the camp site. Both men were exhausted and staying awake was an excruciating task. Both longed for their smokes, but were disciplined enough to know lighting up would be a dangerous thing to do. It was good to know though that they could light up any other time they wished. The socialist nanny state could not dictate their stupid rules on anyone again. Suffering exhaustion, both men nodded off.

Sangrun awoke with a start. He heard the sound of disturbed birds. He tried to adjust his eyes to the sudden awakening and whistled for xpressit. The two men peered at the campsite and saw that a band of Muslims was raiding the site.

The men aimed their rifles firing at several jihadists who were off to the side of the main camping area. Both Muslims fell as the shots found their marks straight to their hearts and lungs. They shinnied down from the trees and ran to assist the other Patriots who were engaged in a skirmish with this renegade band of Muslims.

Just as a sword was drawn to Paulie’s throat, Sangrun shot the Muslim who fell onto Paulie. Paulie shoved him off, grabbed the sword and buried it into another jihadist who was about to decapitate J-Dawg who was too sick to fight. Crawfish and the Poll Katz quickly took down the remaining Muslims.

Meanwhile xpressit had gone over to see what the two Muslims he and Sangrun had shot first had been doing.

Xpressit shouted for the others to come over to the area. The Patriots rushed over to see what had happened. Both Puffie and KO were dead and their heads had been severed. The rest of their bodies lay bleeding out. The stench was horrible. Puffie’s bag of candy lay scattered all around the two socialists and their dismembered parts.

KO’s mouth was stuffed with two Zagnut bars and Puffball’s mouth clenched a bag of
sour gummy worms. It was a horrid and grisly sight. The Patriots could almost see Puffie’s right eye still twitching. KO’s glasses were broken in half and one half still lay over his left eye which appeared popped and twice the size of the right eye. It was plain to see that his last moment of life had not been pretty.

In a state of exhaustion, the Patriots stood staring at the slaughtered mess of the two socialists. Crawfish started gathering up the strewn candy bars, lobbing them to his fellow warriors. Everyone was enjoying the candy bars.

Xpressit pondered, “Do ya think Puffie tried to offer the Muslims candy? He was such a stooge.” Crawfish and Paulie shrugged.

“Well”, said Crawfish, “I guess things have been taken out of our hands. “After we get J-Dawg to a doctor, I’m heading back to Florida to see my wife.” Crawfish was secretly glad the Muslims had killed KO and Puffie. He was sick of them and he knew he would have shot them dead long before they reached Justice Ann.

J-Dawg, who was huddled in a blanket, gaped at the heads of KO and Puffie. He wondered who would tell Justice Ann what happened.

Paulie wondered if they should bury the dead bodies or leave them there for the vultures. Paulie thought about the time they had buried Moore and all the energy it took to dig the hole for that massive body. He hoped they wouldn’t bother to bury this mess.

Sangrun already had saddled up his horse and was ready to ride out. Crawfish lobbed a Reese’s Cup at him.  Sangrun stared down at the two dead liberals and said, “Bury them? Why bother? Islamofascists and socialists, they’re just trash. Screw em”. With that he turned his horse around and rode out.

 

…..to be continued…..

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter XX

June 21, 2009

Darkness and silence ruled the night as Paulie, xpressit, and J-Dawg, along with Crawfish and the Poll Katz arrived in an area on the outskirts of Rochester. Another Patriot, Sangrun, arrived from Ohio to join their search and destroy party. Not too much was known about Sangrun, except there were rumors he was a lone stealthy sniper. He was kind of a Grey Fox, part mystery, part legend. He usually traveled alone, but had decided to join up with the Patriots to help make sure Matthews was taken down.

Crawfish ordered his Poll Katz, Ginny, Bill, Naz, Terry, and Ron to surround the residence where Moore had told them Matthews would be hiding. They were stationed around all windows and doors on the first floor.

Meanwhile, Crawfish, Paulie, and xpressit would enter the building. J-Dawg and Sangrun would be stationed on the roofs of the buildings across the street, rifles in position.

The area was a vacated ghetto actually. As the Patriots watched and waited in the silent street, they could occasionally hear what sounded like the squawk of a heron in mating season. The sound is unlike any other, being the noise one would imagine of a witch riding her broom through the clouds and fog of a black night.

After listening and watching for awhile, the four men entered the building. It was easy as the doors were not even locked or bolted so sure was the occupant that no one would find him.

Once inside the Patriots could hear banter. The Patriots realized there was more than one person inside. They listened for awhile, hearing the odd squeaky laugh of one of the socialists. They knew that voice but could not quite place it.

They instantly knew PuffBall’s voice and recognized his lisp.

The voices were coming from a room in the upstairs of the house. The patriots crept up the stairs, guns ready. Paulie had his whip in hand, trailing behind the others.

Once on the landing, they saw a door half open in which they could see the PuffBall lounging on an old, dilapidated sofa.

The Patriots stormed into the room. PuffBall fell off the couch in shock. The other occupant was Keith Olbermann.

Matthews, lying on the floor, could utter nothing more than “what the hell?” Olbermann stood up glaring at them haughtily demanding to know who they thought they were breaking into their house.

Crawfish told Olbermann to shut up. Xpressit ordered Puffball to get up off the floor and sit back down on the couch. Puffball did what he was told and he started sucking his thumb. Puffball grabbed a nearby blanket and kept twisting it into knots.

Olbermann on the other hand, refused to obey. He told them they were a bunch of former Bush bots and he was not going to obey a bunch of renegades. Paulie cracked the KO across his legs with the whip. KO screamed. The men then realized what the noise had been when they were waiting outside. The heron like squawk had been Olbermann.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Olbermann screamed. “You’ve go no right to torture me.”

Paulie laughed and lashed him again with the whip, this time across his face. Olbermann fell back against the wall and slid down to the floor. Blood was trickling from the lashes.

He glared up at Paulie who was standing over him with the whip.

Crawfish ordered Olbermann to get up and sit down on the couch with his buddy Puffie.

Looking over at the couch, he noticed that Puffball was now crying. Tears were running down his face and he was madly fidgeting. “Kief, just shut up and do what they tell you to do. This is no time to go off on one of your rants. This isn’t Countdown.”

“Look, guys, don’t worry about Keif, what do you want? I’ll tell you anything. Just tell us what the hell you want. Pwease don’t hurt us,” begged Matthews.

Xpressit leaned down towards Puffball and told him they wanted Moore’s film, that Moore had told them he had it. Puffball told xpressit he didn’t have it while spittle flew into xpressit’s face. Xpressit saw that Matthews was drooling out of fear.

Crawfish told Puffball he had better talk now or else. He told him they were not leaving without the film and the two socialists were going to be making a little trip to Tennessee where they were both going to stand trial.

“Stand trial for what?” Olbermann sneered. Paulie told him they were both going to be tried for treason by the Supreme Court and Justice Ann Coulter ordered them to bring them down there for their day of justice.

Olbermann laughed. “You pigs aren’t taking me anywhere”. Puffball cautioned Olbermann, “Shut up, Keif, you want to get us killed?” A spat broke out between the two former liberal scum talk show hosts. Olbermann told Puffball to get a spine and to stop blubbering. Matthews begged Olbermann to stop being so contrary and to cooperate before he got both of them killed.

The three Patriots watched and laughed at the two of them squabbling. Olbermann suddenly jumped from the couch and grabbed Paulie around the neck choking him. The two men fell to the floor fighting one another. They both rolled back and forth while Paulie tried to get KO’s knotty fingers unglued from his throat. Paulie managed to pull his .44 Mag out of his boot and smashed it into Olberman’s skull. Olbermann was knocked unconscious and Paulie was freed up, choking and coughing from the iron grasp of Olbermann’s hands around his throat.

Crawfish told the other two men they were just going to have to search the place and find the film themselves. He told them after the search they would just shoot and kill Matthews and Olbermann. Crawfish told the other men he had no patience left with these two clowns.

Puffball broke out sobbing uncontrollably. He told the men he would get the film and give it to them. “Don’t kill me, pwease don’t, guys”, he cried.

Matthews told them there was a safe behind an old picture on the wall. Crawfish got the safe open and pulled out the film. He also found thousands of dollars hidden in the safe and bags of candy bars. “Those are my candy bars, guys. Don’t take them away fwom me, pwease”, sniveled Matthews.

Crawfish threw Paulie and xpressit some candy bars and told them to eat them up and enjoy them for a job well done. The three men ate them savoring every last bit of the chocolate as they had eaten none since the beginning of the Revolution.

The socialists had stolen all the chocolate out of the stores after the dirty bombs went off. They believed the chocolate was important because they always heard that soldiers give out chocolate to kids during wars. That was about the only thing the socialists knew about soldiers and wars.

The socialists thought that giving out chocolate to the Muslims would keep them alive. Just goes to show you the stupidity of the socialists, believing they could mollify Muslims by giving them chocolate bars. During times that the Patriots were out on search parties, they had come across quite a few beheaded socialists with Snickers bars stuck in their mouths.

Paulie went to a window and signaled J-Dawg and Sangrun to come off the roof and into the house. The Poll Katz had come into the house already and had tied and gagged Matthews and Olbermann for the night. When J-Dawg and Sangrun got into the room everything had been secured.

Crawfish told them they would bed down there for the night. Sangrun volunteered to stand watch first, as they would be sleeping in shifts.

Olbermann stared at the two men he hadn’t seen yet, mumbling through his gag. Sangrun told him to stop the noise or he’d beat his head in for the night. Olbermann stopped. There was something about Sangrun that Olbermann found scary. The man’s intense gaze at him was troubling. Even the other men seemed not to know this man very well and Olbermann wondered if the Patriots were afraid of him too.

The night dragged on into morning. The Patriots packed up their gear to get ready for the journey back to Tennessee. Matthews and Olbermann were told to get their belongings together while Sangrun and J-Dawg held their guns on them. The two socialists quickly threw their things together into a duffle bag. The Patriots headed towards Tennessee where Puffball and KO would stand before Chief Justice Ann Coulter and the Supreme Court.

……to be continued…..

Chapter XIX

June 16, 2009

Since the old cannon that Moore was strapped to was a favorite perching place for birds, he awoke to find himself the harbinger of quite a few of them and their droppings. In fact, one or maybe several birds that perched on his head had left their droppings in one of Moore’s eyes. Moore looked around him with one eye coming out of his semi-coma state, trying to recall how he had gotten into this grotesque position.

His nose hurt from Raging Bunny’s punch and everything else ached on his prodigious frame. With a start he realized the dogs were gone, it was morning, and he had lived through the night. Momentarily he was elated thinking about the horrors of being ripped into shreds by those dogs and it had not happened after all.

He needed a good breakfast. He started drooling picturing in his mind a plate with a pound of bacon, sausage, a dozen biscuits, and eggs piled high and, how about some of that Virginia ham too, a couple of pounds of that Virginia ham piled on top of that plate would make his day and quell his hunger.

Pappy was standing in front of him. “Did you have a good night”, asked Pappy.
Moore looked up at the man, “I need some food you old goat. You just can’t starve a prisoner. It’s against my rights as a citizen of these United States.” Pappy laughed so hard Moore was sure he felt the ground shake. “So, now you’re a citizen? How nice and convenient. Where was this loyalty to our country before this?"

Moore, a little unnerved by Pappy’s sarcasm said, “I’ve always been a citizen. I never said anything other than that.  I just disagreed with the violent right wing murderers in this country. That is my right, to disagree under the First Amendment and say whatever I want. I'm a patriot and if I don't like something my country is doing it's my duty to report and tell the truth."

“Well, you went a tad bit too far sonny. And, now you get to pay up for all your treasonous acts.”   Pappy continued on, “Its one thing to disagree with your fellow countrymen, but to make films that are outright lies and propaganda against your own country in a time of war is aiding and abetting the enemy. You, sir, are a traitor. You a Patriot, my arse!"

Pappy was joined by teadrinker, Purplegimp, Nee, and Raging Bunny who worked on untying Moore. They weren’t even going to try to elicit out of him who had the film. It wasn’t worth it. Their spies would come across the information at some point.

Crawfish and his band of Poll Katz, Terri, Nazz, Ron, Bill, and Ginny were going to transport Moore back to Tennessee to meet his demise. Since the Poll Katz were a crack group we were more than certain Moore would arrive safely. The rest of the agents at the SBEC and other Patriots would be accompanying them to witness his execution.  Patriots  from all over  were traveling  to Tennessee to witness the execution of one of the  country's  biggest  traitors.

On arriving in Tennessee, Chief Justice Ann Coulter (Mrs. GunnyG) declared that Moore be hung.
The scaffolding had already been prepared. A block and tackle with a winch was already in place to hold the corpulent Moore as he was hanging.

Moore was brought to the scaffold and pushed up the steps by the Poll Katz, GunnyG, Paulie, xpressit, J-Dawg and WilliBeax. It took a lot of manpower to shove the jumbo Moore up those few short steps while he was kicking and screaming the entire way. At one point, he managed to knock Paulie down. Paulie jumped back up and busted Moore on the side of the head with his pistol. Crawfish kicked him in the butt where he had been previously shot.

Moore was asked if he wanted a preacher of any sort before he met his maker. Moore refused saying it would only mean he had bought into some Christian right wing zealot’s idea of salvation. He didn’t believe in that poppycock he said. He also declared a pox on the house of the Patriots.

The noose was placed around his neck and the floor board dropped. Moore hung there squealing and kicking, when suddenly, due to his excess weight, the rope broke and Moore fell to the ground in a thunderous heap. The crowd burst out into a roar of shock as Moore lay on the ground. No one could believe what they had just witnessed. People started to laugh and choke over the dust that Moore’s massive fallen body had stirred up.

A totally disgusted Chief Justice Ann declared they would just drown him instead.

He was taken to the nearby river, where GunnyG, Crawfish, Xpressit, Paulie, Ch47jockey, and WilliBeax held him in place and pushed him under the water. Try as they did, they couldn’t get him submerged. It was like trying to put a basketball under water. Every time all six men tried to hold him down, he would just pop back up out of the water. Over and over they worked, getting on top of him to hold him down, but he would roll like an empty log off to the side and pop back up elsewhere. Then the men would have to swim to the place where he had popped back up. The men were becoming exhausted with the work of it.

Chief Justice Ann who was watching the ordeal ordered the men to bring Moore up out of the water and they would execute him another way. She did not want his death to be a quick or painless one though.

As Moore was drug out of the water, he started screaming that Chris Matthews was the one who had his film and was hiding out in Rochester. Chris had escaped the dirty bomb in New York the day it blew up because he was at home sick with yellow spine disease.

Moore threw himself at Chief Justice Ann’s feet begging her to get it over with quickly. He pleaded with her that he confessed who had his tape and where he was. Didn’t he deserve a speedy death now? I want a lethal injection so I can go peacefully," he cried.

Chief Justice Ann told him to stop blubbering like a twit and shut up. "Look", she said, "You
chanted for years that Bush lied, people died. Now we all know you lied and it's time for you
to die."

The Patriots pretended to locate a lethal injection for Moore. They told him the dose was way too low to put him down and they would have to scavenge several warehouses to find enough of the drug.

GunnyG suggested to his wife, Chief Justice Ann that they could use rat poisoning on him. They decided they would just use the poison on him tonight and allow him to believe he was getting a lethal injection in the morning. As Crawfish had said many times, why waste ammunition on him. If all you're gonna do is kill a rat, do it the way rats are usually killed.

Chief Justice Ann told Moore they would let him rest for the night and bring him whatever food he requested and plenty of it. Moore asked for a several plates of food. He wanted that breakfast he thought about earlier and he wanted dinner too. He asked them to bring him a pork roast, with plenty of potatoes and biscuits. He told Ann he would like some pie afterwards. Ann told him he was a complete moron to think anyone was going to bake a pie for him.

Not long after, Moore received his first plate of food with the pounds of bacon, ham and sausage with biscuits he had wanted earlier. He thought the biscuits were a little bitter but the guards, Crawfish and the Poll Katz assured him it was due to the lack of proper ingredients to make a good biscuit. They told him he was lucky to get a dozen of them as they all had to sacrifice theirs to him. They all looked at one another with smirks on their faces. Moore was too busy shoveling food into his mouth to notice.

After woofing that plate of food down, which was actually served in an old wash tub, Moore laid back on his humble cot with a huge smile on his face. About fifteen minutes later he asked Crawfish where his next plate of food was. He was still hungry he said.

Purplegimp brought his next wash tub of food filled to the brim with mostly potatoes, biscuits, and a little bit of pork. They had already wasted too much food on him in her mind. Moore woofed it down and asked for more. Purplegimp told him they were out of food for him now and he would just have to make due with what he got. Besides, she told him, I think you will find you’ve had enough by now.

He asked them when the lethal injection would be given and if they had found enough of the drugs to put him down peacefully. Purplegimp assured him that his time was near and that indeed, they had found plenty of something to accompany him to the gates of hell.

Moore started to laugh when suddenly his whole body began to spasm starting from his head. His head bobbed back and forth. His whole body started to convulse into unbelievable contortions for a man his size. The convulsions became so horrible his back was arching out of control. His cot tipped over and Moore rolled out onto the concrete floor of his cell.  Moore tried to scream but it was a stuttering, jagged yell. He looked at Purplegimp and tried to point to his throat. Purplegimp laughingly asked him if he had something stuck there. Moore tried but failed to shake his head. He had no control over any of his muscles at this point. Moore’s convulsing body danced all over the floor, jerking in one direction to the other. All the Patriots in the room had to flatten themselves up against the walls in order not to be hit by the flailing body.

Needless to say for the next 2 hours, Moore’s death was a hideous one. Only the most hardened military folks who were used to deaths in the field were able to stand by and watch. GunnyG and DavidMac, two of our crack snipers, watched as Moore approached his final gasp, no longer able to breathe with his neural pathways paralyzed. Moore took his last gasp and died in the dead cockroach position.

The Patriots had to bury the mammoth Moore so they worked through the night digging a hole big enough and deep enough so that the dogs would not dig it up and try to eat the strychnine laden carcass. On top of that they had to break his arms and legs to get his body out of that cockroach position. J-Dawg and Paulie gladly busted his appendages. To entertain themselves during this odious chore, the men sang an old song by the Sonics from the 60’s, called Strychnine:

Some folks like water
Some folks like wine
But I like the taste
Of straight strychnine (hey, hey)

You may think it's funny
That I like this stuff
But once you've tried it
You can't get enough (Wow!)

Wine is red
Poison is blue
Strychnine is good
For what's ailin' you

If you listen to what I say
You'll try strychnine some day
Make you jump, it'll make you shout
It'll even knock you out

 
In the morning, Paulie, xpressit, and J-Dawg, along with Crawfish and the Poll Katz set out for upper New York State to hunt down and capture the bellicose Chris Matthews who used to have a TV talk show called Hardball. The show had always been a rotten, liberal biased one with no real substance. If a guest was a Patriot, Matthews would ask the questions and answer them himself. No one ever could figure out why he even had guests on his show.

Now, if he was interviewing one of the socialists he would give them a wide berth to talk the entire show. And, this is how his show came to be known as PuffBall. After some time Matthews himself became known as PuffBall. When New York City blew up, not one of his 23 viewers even missed it.

Puffball had no idea what was in store for him. If he had any inclination he would be under his bed shaking in his pajamas. He was known for his cowardice. He cried like a baby when the Patriots captured Jimmy Carter. PuffBall wanted to be near his beloved anti-Semite but he just didn’t have the courage to turn himself into the IIS. Instead he had holed up in Rochester, New York where he thought the Patriots would never find him. As usual his thinking skills failed him.

 

 ……….to be continued……..