Egging on the clowns

I was talking to a teacher friend of mine from Texas this morning. She said that a news story she heard yesterday indicated that the legislature is ready to throw in the towel on school finance after both bills were shot down.


This, my friends is a travesty, the State Legislature of one of the largest states in the union can not agree upon a spending bill for their school system. My gut reaction is that this will happen, an emergency spending bill will passed that does nothing to solve any problems and all session the representatives will spend time talking about how important it is that they straighten this out for the children. But, they will not pass a meaningful bill to fund the school districts, but I’m sure they will pass a bill that will save some endangered frog from human encroachment, or indicate that we must only buy free trade coffee for use in state run facilities. PUHLEASE, as if that is going to result in any meaningful advancement on state/public work, when what we really need are legislators in all 50 states and at the federal level to be willing to take a chance and push for a Bill that will help us as Americans.


In the case of Texas school funding the NEA will be no help, they will spend another legislative session crying about voucher programs and making resolutions to make their conferences fragrance free and boycotting Wal-Mart.
It is sad the state of affairs in American Politics. Its all talk and no action on any real issues. Terrorism linked to ineffective Immigration policies is our biggest concern in the country…but do we overhaul to immigration process? No we open our borders more by making it impossible to search potential terrorist on flights and by not allowing our Border Patrols to actually arrest illegals. Hell, we have City governments in this country telling their Police Agencies that they will not in any circumstances question the immigration status of anyone. Hello, People, the 19 men that flew planes into the World Trade Center and Pentagon were not tourists…they were here after emigrating illegally!


It’s truly sad…to cry almost certainly means accepting defeat at the ineffectiveness of the American Political System, but to laugh at the absurdity of it means we recognize it for the circus it is, and the laughter only serves to spur the clowns onto greater and dumber acts.

More proof that you can find anything on the net.

Read this and finsh your liquid beverages before you do. Okay...I warned you!
Snort, snort, snicker, Bwahahahahahahaha

Some Required Reading:

From Chaplain (Lieutenant) Daniel Mode in Afghanistan.... Hat Tip Blackfive
....I was going to write about a peaceful and"do nothing" Fourth of July, but it was anything but peaceful. The story that I am going to tell and "not tell" is a most powerful example of what celebrating our Independence Day is all about. I say "and not tell" because the account involves a lot of sensitive material that is not for public knowledge. The storyof my Fourth starts with a song I learned long ago, back in second grade, that has always stuck with me and which had been playing in my mind as I came to celebrate the holiday this year. The song begins:"Freedom is not free. You have to pay a price you have to sacrifice for your liberty."
Read more Don't forget to read parts II and III.

~And more....From Lt. Currie in Iraq. (Si Vis Pacem, Para Bellum)
I don't know much, I haven't been alive long enough to be wise. I have seen more of the world than most, but am not worldly. What I do know it this. Chamberlain was right (more than one hundred years ago, near Gettysburg, we are fighting a new kind of war, with a new Army. We are fighting for an ideal. Freedom, such an intangible notion, such a simple thing, such a complex thing. We can quantify the price in blood, we can quantify the price in dollars. What is so simple here in B'dad, is so lost on so much of America... Freedom. Read More

~And some more from another Trooper with him in the same location. (Thunder 6)
This morning the sun bled into the sky in slow motion, the acetylene light scattering off the broad sheet of dust that shrouds the Baghdad skyline. As the sun clawed ever higher the gathering rays started to knife through the dirty haze, the light slowly shifting through the spectrum. And then it broke through its dirty chains, flaring in a brilliant second sunrise. The light show almost took my mind off the upcoming mission. Almost. The mission wasn’t anything special, just a jog to the IZ to pick up some supplies. But the everyday missions can be every bit as lethal as a combat patrol, so when I arrived at the motorpool the vehicles were already abuzz with troops performing pre mission checks on their armored HMMWVs. Read More

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Welcome to my little outpost of insanity.

This is my first attempt at blogging although I've been a reader of blogs for years. Lately I've been absorbed with the blogs of those fine men and women blogging from the front lines on the Global War on Terror (GWOT). As noted in the title bar, these are my rant, views, raves, etc. So before you get pissed off at what I have to say... let me just say now...F*You! This is my blog. If you don't like it, get your own place to vent.

I can see already, I'm going to need to begin composing these posts in a word processing program and then paste them into this format.

So a little about myself. I'm a former soldier (19D), a firefighter, a government contractor, and a host of other job titles. I'm not perfect but hey, the only perfect man I know is dead.

Thanks for stopping by and if I royaly piss you off...see my warning above.

Til my next post...