Samuel Clemens has been dead for 102 years and baring unexpected alterations to nature and history he can look forward to a good many more years in that peaceable state. He was born in Tennessee, but he died in bed.
I have examined the second volume of his autobiography and find it to be highly informative and entertaining. Twain's insights into the nature of man and his special wit and humor are scattered deliciously through the work.
I can find only one mistake or example where I could take Mr. Twain's opinion and argue as a contrarian.
Mark Twain muses God must have created man because of His great disappointment in the monkey. But I contend that Twain has confused the issues. After watching man and the shenanigans he had perpetrated over the last century since Twain's death, there can be no doubt which is more disappointing to our Lord. I would not even be surprised if the next Pope was a monkey, given the mess we find ourselves in today.
Mark Twain was a kind and moral man. He gave money when he had it to others in need without hesitation. He is one of America's greatest thinkers and his daughter thought he was more interested in philosophy than humor, but he made his fame and fortune with the latter.
Twain speaks of writer's block and the art of writing in this volume. His contention is a story must write itself. It must flow from the mind to the hand to the paper effortlessly. It can not be consciously willed or forced from the dark recesses of the writer's subconscious. It comes out voluntarily.
Many times he put manuscripts aside for a couple of years, completely ignoring these contemptuous works whose stoppage was no fault of his own, pull them out of the corner, read the last chapter, and sit down with pen in hand and see if the story was ready to finish itself. He describes what ever leaves with writer's block comes back and fills the wells of literature in the writer's psyche.
I have found his description of writing spot on. I have written a good number of these useless essays and find the best of them all seem to surprise me and I have no clue where the really good ones came from.
He was a strong proponent of copyrights since it affected him personally and he spoke eloquently on their behalf in the well of congress.
Twain is quick to point out his ideas are not original and he just points them out in his works to the new crowd of the living who marvel at his wit and wisdom to his great profit.
I can sum up Mark Twain's second edition to his autobiography in one word: but I will not.
In praising Mr. Twain, the man, I would be afraid he might take it the wrong way.
His first teacher said of him when he was barely 5 years old, he was destined to walk among kings and presidents, and he still does.
It has been over a century since Mr. Twain's death and he still has no equal and there is very little competition from what I can tell.
Minds like Twain's are truly gifts from God.
Perhaps God has given up on man and is only putting these caliber of minds into the monkey.
Time will tell.
Jackson Delano Maybolt, President Urban Poverty Law Center
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Thursday, May 10, 2012
Urban Poverty Law Center: The Mind Is A Terrible Thing. Gay Marriage, Yes. Gay Tax, Hell Yes!
With 88 million Americans out of work seems President Barack Obama could support a jobs bill or a tax break or something to help the struggling economy along, no?
Instead of some wonderful ideas springing from that ginormous head of his framed by those clown-like pair of oversized ears which should place him in the top one percent of listeners, now he has come out to support marriage between two men, two women, and two anythings, will soon be next, followed by one something and three something else's. The permutations on this are endless and some are delightfully titillating to contemplate.
Gay marriage will fall from favor when unemployment reaches 100% among the homosexuals.
I wonder what the homosexual unemployment rate is today. They or we, who knows my real predilection for sexual partners since every bedroom in America has a closet, tend to be educated and professionals and flock to cities and make a good living in jobs with benefits for wives and husbands, and not for same sex partners.
This is the rub. It is all about the money. Is anyone so naive to believe it is about the romance and the love and the disappointment in not being given the respect the homosexual bitter clingers to their sodomic rights under the constitution demand from the rest of the country?
My father was a liberal. He believed gays should be allowed to marry and have the same financial benefits married heterosexuals enjoy, but he thought the gays should pay a tax to pay for what problems their life style has caused in the public health of this country and for not raising children from their union.
Billions, perhaps trillions, of dollars has been spent on HIV research and drugs over the past three decades and now with the new antiviral drugs Aids is no longer a death sentence for these practitioners of the peculiar.
His other argument for higher taxes on gay couples is based on not having to raise children born of the marriage, which leaves them with a lot more expendable income than Bob and Margaret who are caring for the next generation, while Teddy and Barack, to pick a couple of gayish names at random, are worried where they will jet off to on the next overly indulgent vacation. Teddy and Barack, by opting out of the hidden child care tax, some say is now about $137,432 per child by the time you get them out of your basement and off your health insurance, are rich compared to Bob and Margaret.
This means if Teddy and Barack did not raise 2 children each, they have an extra $10,000 per year to subsidize Bob and Margaret so Bob and Margaret's four children can subsidize Teddy and Barack's social security as they nurtured no next generation to carry that burden, when age and gieserdom hit Teddy and Barack.
In summation: get married but be prepared to pay the gay tax. Be honest, it costs society something to support your takers only lifestyle. So be man enough to pay for it! Is there any doubt this money strapped congress of mostly heterosexuals will have any qualms taxing you and me brother? They just need an excuse. Fairness is what every politico harps on these days and the Gay Tax sounds fair. Beats the hell out of the carbon tax which was hard for the average person to sink his teeth into.
I wonder if congress would investigate these vocal complainers and tax them if life would settle down a bit for the rest of us and these dolts would join us in the silent majority. Hum?
Do you know why divorces and the gay taxes cost so much? Because they are worth it!
Jackson Delano Maybolt, President Urban Poverty Law Center
"If you desire more of something, declare war on it, if you desire less of something, tax it!" Mother Maybolt, 1924-2008
Instead of some wonderful ideas springing from that ginormous head of his framed by those clown-like pair of oversized ears which should place him in the top one percent of listeners, now he has come out to support marriage between two men, two women, and two anythings, will soon be next, followed by one something and three something else's. The permutations on this are endless and some are delightfully titillating to contemplate.
Gay marriage will fall from favor when unemployment reaches 100% among the homosexuals.
I wonder what the homosexual unemployment rate is today. They or we, who knows my real predilection for sexual partners since every bedroom in America has a closet, tend to be educated and professionals and flock to cities and make a good living in jobs with benefits for wives and husbands, and not for same sex partners.
This is the rub. It is all about the money. Is anyone so naive to believe it is about the romance and the love and the disappointment in not being given the respect the homosexual bitter clingers to their sodomic rights under the constitution demand from the rest of the country?
My father was a liberal. He believed gays should be allowed to marry and have the same financial benefits married heterosexuals enjoy, but he thought the gays should pay a tax to pay for what problems their life style has caused in the public health of this country and for not raising children from their union.
Billions, perhaps trillions, of dollars has been spent on HIV research and drugs over the past three decades and now with the new antiviral drugs Aids is no longer a death sentence for these practitioners of the peculiar.
His other argument for higher taxes on gay couples is based on not having to raise children born of the marriage, which leaves them with a lot more expendable income than Bob and Margaret who are caring for the next generation, while Teddy and Barack, to pick a couple of gayish names at random, are worried where they will jet off to on the next overly indulgent vacation. Teddy and Barack, by opting out of the hidden child care tax, some say is now about $137,432 per child by the time you get them out of your basement and off your health insurance, are rich compared to Bob and Margaret.
This means if Teddy and Barack did not raise 2 children each, they have an extra $10,000 per year to subsidize Bob and Margaret so Bob and Margaret's four children can subsidize Teddy and Barack's social security as they nurtured no next generation to carry that burden, when age and gieserdom hit Teddy and Barack.
In summation: get married but be prepared to pay the gay tax. Be honest, it costs society something to support your takers only lifestyle. So be man enough to pay for it! Is there any doubt this money strapped congress of mostly heterosexuals will have any qualms taxing you and me brother? They just need an excuse. Fairness is what every politico harps on these days and the Gay Tax sounds fair. Beats the hell out of the carbon tax which was hard for the average person to sink his teeth into.
I wonder if congress would investigate these vocal complainers and tax them if life would settle down a bit for the rest of us and these dolts would join us in the silent majority. Hum?
Do you know why divorces and the gay taxes cost so much? Because they are worth it!
Jackson Delano Maybolt, President Urban Poverty Law Center
"If you desire more of something, declare war on it, if you desire less of something, tax it!" Mother Maybolt, 1924-2008
Monday, April 30, 2012
Urban Poverty Law Center, Random Thoughts About The New Generation
I took my nephews sailing yesterday on my 27 ft yacht, named "Feckless". I am 45 yrs senior to the youngest who is 13 and his brother is 14 yrs old. It was a nice day on the lake. Temperatures in the mid 80's and partly cloudy with winds 7 to 9 mph. We had a great day on the lake. But I made some observations about this younger generation I will share with you if you dare to read on.
I asked them about girlfriends and they said they did not have one. Of course these days one has to be careful, but they assured me they were not queers and I did not press that issue too hard.
I tried to man up the little fellows while in my charge as their father is a bit of a milque toast fellow who is the IT geek at the local hospital. I do not see what my sister sees in Gilbert, but they have been married for 17 yrs and seem to be happy.
Anyway, it was the best weekend so far this spring and lots of big motor boats out with bikini clad gals being driven all across that old lake. I told Caleb and Jacob to wave to "the titties" as they pass by, and they looked at me as though I was some sort of nearly 60 yr old pervert.
I began to wonder what was the difference between this youngest, newest generation and mine which came of age just after WWII. I see a few broken bones each football season now and we never had a broken bone when I played for the Rams in the late 60's. By the time I was 14, like Jacob, I had had at least three serious girlfriends and two break-ups that put me to bed for a day or two when they happened, but I got up and found me another one the next week. These boys will not be ready to deal with rejection and disappointment when they get older and will likely have to take prozac or something to alter their mind chemicals when the reality of life hits them. We took the hits and kept on coming at life when I was a boy.
I cannot say my life has not been a series of serious setbacks and disappointments since I was taken by my parents to see the Beatles in Memphis in 1966. I blame them for my peaking too soon, but I am not a complainer.
Back to the problem with Jacob and Caleb. The environment is cleaner for these too pasty white juveniles. When I was a boy there was above ground nuclear testing and we had lots of radioactive milk to drink which I concede kept our bones stronger than todays youths, hence the lack of broken bones when I competed in contact sports. We also had a fog truck that sprayed DDT for mosquitos in our little town twice a week, and we competed with each other on our bikes to be the one who could ride fast along the fogger truck and stay in the thickest part of the cloud the longest.
We routinely broke and inhaled deeply from vapors contained in the fluorescent lights we would find out behind the grade school when they were thrown away by the janitor. Liquid mercury was stolen from the science lab and played with by all and we even coated our silver quarters with it to make our money shine. I guess the lead paints in our homes protected us from the mercury.
We did not have carseats or seat belts. We drank beer when we were teenagers and the cops, who were all WWII vets, kept us safe and gave us breaks when they caught us. I feel sorry for these boys. What a milque toast world and a milque toast life they are living in.
Wave to the boats with titties boys! They did not, so I did. Is DDT stored and converted into testosterone in the human body. What else could it be? If this is true we must bring back DDT before humanity is ruined!
Is is just me or the times they are a changing?
Jackson Delano Maybolt, president Urban Poverty Law Center
I asked them about girlfriends and they said they did not have one. Of course these days one has to be careful, but they assured me they were not queers and I did not press that issue too hard.
I tried to man up the little fellows while in my charge as their father is a bit of a milque toast fellow who is the IT geek at the local hospital. I do not see what my sister sees in Gilbert, but they have been married for 17 yrs and seem to be happy.
Anyway, it was the best weekend so far this spring and lots of big motor boats out with bikini clad gals being driven all across that old lake. I told Caleb and Jacob to wave to "the titties" as they pass by, and they looked at me as though I was some sort of nearly 60 yr old pervert.
I began to wonder what was the difference between this youngest, newest generation and mine which came of age just after WWII. I see a few broken bones each football season now and we never had a broken bone when I played for the Rams in the late 60's. By the time I was 14, like Jacob, I had had at least three serious girlfriends and two break-ups that put me to bed for a day or two when they happened, but I got up and found me another one the next week. These boys will not be ready to deal with rejection and disappointment when they get older and will likely have to take prozac or something to alter their mind chemicals when the reality of life hits them. We took the hits and kept on coming at life when I was a boy.
I cannot say my life has not been a series of serious setbacks and disappointments since I was taken by my parents to see the Beatles in Memphis in 1966. I blame them for my peaking too soon, but I am not a complainer.
Back to the problem with Jacob and Caleb. The environment is cleaner for these too pasty white juveniles. When I was a boy there was above ground nuclear testing and we had lots of radioactive milk to drink which I concede kept our bones stronger than todays youths, hence the lack of broken bones when I competed in contact sports. We also had a fog truck that sprayed DDT for mosquitos in our little town twice a week, and we competed with each other on our bikes to be the one who could ride fast along the fogger truck and stay in the thickest part of the cloud the longest.
We routinely broke and inhaled deeply from vapors contained in the fluorescent lights we would find out behind the grade school when they were thrown away by the janitor. Liquid mercury was stolen from the science lab and played with by all and we even coated our silver quarters with it to make our money shine. I guess the lead paints in our homes protected us from the mercury.
We did not have carseats or seat belts. We drank beer when we were teenagers and the cops, who were all WWII vets, kept us safe and gave us breaks when they caught us. I feel sorry for these boys. What a milque toast world and a milque toast life they are living in.
Wave to the boats with titties boys! They did not, so I did. Is DDT stored and converted into testosterone in the human body. What else could it be? If this is true we must bring back DDT before humanity is ruined!
Is is just me or the times they are a changing?
Jackson Delano Maybolt, president Urban Poverty Law Center
Saturday, March 31, 2012
Urban Poverty Law Center Is First To Back Biden's World Tax Plan
Here at the Urban Poverty Law Center we take our social responsibilities seriously. Man's inhumanity to man and all creatures he can dominate must come to a halt. I believe the first step, baby step though it may be, is to institute Vice President Joseph Stalin Biden's plan for a new global tax payable to the Urban Poverty Law Center.
Of course the tax must be fair and follow a graduated scale as it would not be proper to charge a Bangladeshi the same amount as Bill Gates or Warren Buffett. The Bangladeshi must pay more as he is fouling the land and water with his excrement where as I would know the amazing duo of Buffett and Gates have only pushed out waste into proper facilities with a fantastic sewage treatment plant down stream.
The Bangladeshis waste is swept out to sea with the monsoon rains where it bobs about in the Indian Ocean for months fermenting and baking until they wash up on a pristine Australian beach near Sidney. There they are highly sought after, collected, and traded among Aussie school children.
This trade in Bangladeshi waste is quickly becoming an international scandal, ever since sixth grader, Robert Jenson Pulman, IV discovered you could grind small particles off these dried Bangladeshi Beach Biscuits as they are called down under, and snort it much as you would with snuff, and get high.
Bangladeshi Beach Biscuits are trading at all time highs and the Chinese are seeing if they afford any aphrodisiac affects. They have some of their best men working on it.
So you see the Bangladeshi must pay at a higher rate. I am opening another banking account to prepare to receive the flood of new tax monies into my organization.
What will I do with all that money? Spend it on many wonderful things! What else?
Of course I would be a big tipper when ever I go out to eat at Mallards restaurant in Huntingdon.
Joe Biden and I are going to get together and set the tax rates for each citizen of the world. It will be good to see old Joe again! I used to sleep with his wife's sister and his dog when he was away on business. Those were the days!
This is perhaps the only good idea Joe Biden has ever had besides entering politics in Delaware? Did you know he rides the train?
Jackson Delano Maybolt, President, Urban Poverty Law Center
Of course the tax must be fair and follow a graduated scale as it would not be proper to charge a Bangladeshi the same amount as Bill Gates or Warren Buffett. The Bangladeshi must pay more as he is fouling the land and water with his excrement where as I would know the amazing duo of Buffett and Gates have only pushed out waste into proper facilities with a fantastic sewage treatment plant down stream.
The Bangladeshis waste is swept out to sea with the monsoon rains where it bobs about in the Indian Ocean for months fermenting and baking until they wash up on a pristine Australian beach near Sidney. There they are highly sought after, collected, and traded among Aussie school children.
This trade in Bangladeshi waste is quickly becoming an international scandal, ever since sixth grader, Robert Jenson Pulman, IV discovered you could grind small particles off these dried Bangladeshi Beach Biscuits as they are called down under, and snort it much as you would with snuff, and get high.
Bangladeshi Beach Biscuits are trading at all time highs and the Chinese are seeing if they afford any aphrodisiac affects. They have some of their best men working on it.
So you see the Bangladeshi must pay at a higher rate. I am opening another banking account to prepare to receive the flood of new tax monies into my organization.
What will I do with all that money? Spend it on many wonderful things! What else?
Of course I would be a big tipper when ever I go out to eat at Mallards restaurant in Huntingdon.
Joe Biden and I are going to get together and set the tax rates for each citizen of the world. It will be good to see old Joe again! I used to sleep with his wife's sister and his dog when he was away on business. Those were the days!
This is perhaps the only good idea Joe Biden has ever had besides entering politics in Delaware? Did you know he rides the train?
Jackson Delano Maybolt, President, Urban Poverty Law Center
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
Urban Poverty Law Center Urges Left To Consider Contraceptives When Screwing Rush Limbaugh
Surprising what you get if you drag a pack of birth control pills across the commons at Georgetown Law School. Stand back and watch the slut scramble which ensues! By keeping American women constantly concerned about unwanted pregnancy, the conservative males who secretly control the world have kept women from reaching and breaking through the glass ceiling. Everybody at Georgetown Law knows that!
Ever wonder why there has never been a female equivalent to Stalin, Mao, Hitler, or even Rush Limbaugh? The fear of pregnancy. God, in Her infinite wisdom, programmed the sexes to different functions. Woman to bare children and nurture them. Man to hunt, kill, and rule the world. Men are predators, women are prey. The Islamic take on the relationship of the sexes will dominate, because the enlightened ones are not reproducing, and Islamic women know how it was intended to be used. "Go forth and multiply!" not, "Go forth and contracept." was the advice given Adam and Eve.
It is timely advice then and it is true now. The religion of peace will occupy the new Europe by 2050 unless a baby boom ensues. Japan will cease to exist in a hundred years.
The new leaders of the world are using the population bomb to take over. Abortion is the tool which hastens the West's demise. Nations which do not believe in the sanctity of life, especially the unborn, are doomed.
These laws of nature are not always adhered to however. Occasionally, a freak of nature or a "fluke" comes along. Enter the petite Georgetown University Law co-ed, who even with a make-over, and a note from her vet, would place her dead last to leave a DC area bar at closing.
Sandra Kay Flucke, pronounced "Fluke" is a radical feminist who has championed women's reproductive rights since her mother explained the bloody curse which struck her at age 10.
"I have been menstruating monthly for 23 years. Do you know what that is like, Limbaugh? Bleeding from the Who-ha, the bloating, the cramps, the odor? The devil's playground closed for repair? Out of order, irritable and irrational. I wish I were a man! This is why I feel businesses must offer and cover transgender operations to individuals who find themselves trapped inside a body gendered incompatible to their desires. I used the contraceptive shtick to gain a national audience. I am really all about changing the plumbing and my name to Sandy! I don't even like children. They are little and smell funny! If it were up to me I'd place a bounty on them."
"You, Limbaugh, are my ticket to transgender nirvana! I am going to ride you like a rented mule! My candle is lit. My fame is secure! My name will be in the history books along side Margaret Sanger, Gloria Steinem, Amelia Earhart, Susan B. Anthony, Rosa Parks, Madonna, Sacajawea, Pocahontas, Alice the Goon, Monica L., and Sting. Did I mention that I love cats?"
If this tome means anything at all, and it probably doesn't, until Americans view those people who kill American citizens through abortion as evil, our society deserves what it gets. A multicultural society which will balkanize as soon as the lights turn off. I am OK with that. Do blacks know 40% of the 40 million abortees are black?
Four die in Ohio, three thousand at the World Trade Center,tragic as they are, pale to the 40 million aborted American Citizens since Roe V Wade in 1973. Where is the sense of proportion?
Radical feminist are monsters. Abortion as birth control is evil.
In an interesting twist, researchers at Johns Hopkins Medical Center have just announced a simple blood test which will identify any major fetal birth defects including Downs and the other trisomy anomalies, as well as homosexuality. Now straight parents will not have to give birth to a homosexual child. I still do not believe in abortion. The researchers at Johns Hopkins are evil to find a test that discriminates against any unborn child! All life is precious and should be regarded as such no matter, race, religion, sexual identity, political leanings or physical attractiveness, intellect, or body mass index, income, or age.
I celebrate Limbaugh and that slut, what was her name now?
Jackson Delano Maybolt, President Urban Poverty Law Center
Ever wonder why there has never been a female equivalent to Stalin, Mao, Hitler, or even Rush Limbaugh? The fear of pregnancy. God, in Her infinite wisdom, programmed the sexes to different functions. Woman to bare children and nurture them. Man to hunt, kill, and rule the world. Men are predators, women are prey. The Islamic take on the relationship of the sexes will dominate, because the enlightened ones are not reproducing, and Islamic women know how it was intended to be used. "Go forth and multiply!" not, "Go forth and contracept." was the advice given Adam and Eve.
It is timely advice then and it is true now. The religion of peace will occupy the new Europe by 2050 unless a baby boom ensues. Japan will cease to exist in a hundred years.
The new leaders of the world are using the population bomb to take over. Abortion is the tool which hastens the West's demise. Nations which do not believe in the sanctity of life, especially the unborn, are doomed.
These laws of nature are not always adhered to however. Occasionally, a freak of nature or a "fluke" comes along. Enter the petite Georgetown University Law co-ed, who even with a make-over, and a note from her vet, would place her dead last to leave a DC area bar at closing.
Sandra Kay Flucke, pronounced "Fluke" is a radical feminist who has championed women's reproductive rights since her mother explained the bloody curse which struck her at age 10.
"I have been menstruating monthly for 23 years. Do you know what that is like, Limbaugh? Bleeding from the Who-ha, the bloating, the cramps, the odor? The devil's playground closed for repair? Out of order, irritable and irrational. I wish I were a man! This is why I feel businesses must offer and cover transgender operations to individuals who find themselves trapped inside a body gendered incompatible to their desires. I used the contraceptive shtick to gain a national audience. I am really all about changing the plumbing and my name to Sandy! I don't even like children. They are little and smell funny! If it were up to me I'd place a bounty on them."
"You, Limbaugh, are my ticket to transgender nirvana! I am going to ride you like a rented mule! My candle is lit. My fame is secure! My name will be in the history books along side Margaret Sanger, Gloria Steinem, Amelia Earhart, Susan B. Anthony, Rosa Parks, Madonna, Sacajawea, Pocahontas, Alice the Goon, Monica L., and Sting. Did I mention that I love cats?"
If this tome means anything at all, and it probably doesn't, until Americans view those people who kill American citizens through abortion as evil, our society deserves what it gets. A multicultural society which will balkanize as soon as the lights turn off. I am OK with that. Do blacks know 40% of the 40 million abortees are black?
Four die in Ohio, three thousand at the World Trade Center,tragic as they are, pale to the 40 million aborted American Citizens since Roe V Wade in 1973. Where is the sense of proportion?
Radical feminist are monsters. Abortion as birth control is evil.
In an interesting twist, researchers at Johns Hopkins Medical Center have just announced a simple blood test which will identify any major fetal birth defects including Downs and the other trisomy anomalies, as well as homosexuality. Now straight parents will not have to give birth to a homosexual child. I still do not believe in abortion. The researchers at Johns Hopkins are evil to find a test that discriminates against any unborn child! All life is precious and should be regarded as such no matter, race, religion, sexual identity, political leanings or physical attractiveness, intellect, or body mass index, income, or age.
I celebrate Limbaugh and that slut, what was her name now?
Jackson Delano Maybolt, President Urban Poverty Law Center
Monday, January 30, 2012
President Obama is a Puddin'head. Read On UPLC
When Mr. Wilson arrived in a small Mississippi town, a stranger to the area, he struck up a conversation with some of the locals in an attempt to get acquainted. During the small talk a dog off in the distance began to bark incessantly. It soon became an annoyance to Mr. Wilson, who, mid sentence, stopped his line of thought and blurted out famously; "I wish I owned half that dog."
When one in the group queried why? It was then he let go with the blunder of a lifetime.
"Because I'd kill my half!"
With that statement Mr. Wilson sealed his reputation in that small Southern town.
"Recon what would become of the other half of that dog, if he killed his half, suppose he even considered that?"
"Peers to be a fool. Yep. Peers to be a fool."(1)
And thus Puddin'head Wilson got his moniker.
One can almost hear President Obama's annoying dog yelping off in the distance, just out of his sight and that barking dog is the part of the American economy that is rolling along without government interference engineered by the successful entrepreneurs who really annoy our dog loathing commander in cheap.
Evidenced by his State of the Union Speech he longs to own half of that dog, and to get his half he plans to tax it.
Do you recon he knows what will happen to the other half of that dog if he kills his half? Suppose he even considered that?
Peers to be a fool. Yep, peers to be a fool!
And so with President Obama longing and striving to kill his half of the economy he will be known as America's first Puddin'head President.
Oh, did I mention he was America's first black president? This fact will just be a tiny footnote in the history books. First Puddin'head president trumps first black president as he will be judged by the MLK rule, "the content of his character and not by the color of his skin." Obama's character content screams "Puddin'head"!
Congratulations Puddin'head Obama. Your read of Americanism is far off the mark and you do not even know it. This country does not work that way. Most of our families came here to get away from some sort of unfairness. You will see in November the voters know it is much easier to change the President than to change the people. We are 100 million taxpayers and you are one small little Puddin'head who somehow managed to buy and smooth talk your way into office and really mess things up with your dunderheaded ideas.
Yes Puddin'head, we should all like to live in opulence at no personal effort, but the laws of physics do not permit it. Some modicum of work must be expended even to get the rock up the hill so we can roll it over our neighbors to kill them so we can take everything they have. This can be repeated, the rape of the industrious, over and over, but with time the industrious will cease to exist or become exceedingly harder and harder to find.
If you persist in your desires to kill your half of the dog, the dog will certainly bite you when you approach.
Do you hear that dog barking off in the distance, Puddin'head? You should, because it is barking at you.
Look at it this way, you still managed to steal $5,000,000,000,000 from our children and funnel it to your supporters. Not bad for a Puddin'head.
It was a pleasure to meet you and your fine family, but your job is done, America will and has rejected socialism. Give me a big old capitalist to kick around next election. Where is she? Sarah is that you?
Nice day for a round of golf, don't you think?
Bow-wow!
Jackson Delano Maybolt, President Urban Poverty and Southern Poetry Law Centers
(1) Much stolen from my hero in American Literature, Mr. Mark Twain. jdm
When one in the group queried why? It was then he let go with the blunder of a lifetime.
"Because I'd kill my half!"
With that statement Mr. Wilson sealed his reputation in that small Southern town.
"Recon what would become of the other half of that dog, if he killed his half, suppose he even considered that?"
"Peers to be a fool. Yep. Peers to be a fool."(1)
And thus Puddin'head Wilson got his moniker.
One can almost hear President Obama's annoying dog yelping off in the distance, just out of his sight and that barking dog is the part of the American economy that is rolling along without government interference engineered by the successful entrepreneurs who really annoy our dog loathing commander in cheap.
Evidenced by his State of the Union Speech he longs to own half of that dog, and to get his half he plans to tax it.
Do you recon he knows what will happen to the other half of that dog if he kills his half? Suppose he even considered that?
Peers to be a fool. Yep, peers to be a fool!
And so with President Obama longing and striving to kill his half of the economy he will be known as America's first Puddin'head President.
Oh, did I mention he was America's first black president? This fact will just be a tiny footnote in the history books. First Puddin'head president trumps first black president as he will be judged by the MLK rule, "the content of his character and not by the color of his skin." Obama's character content screams "Puddin'head"!
Congratulations Puddin'head Obama. Your read of Americanism is far off the mark and you do not even know it. This country does not work that way. Most of our families came here to get away from some sort of unfairness. You will see in November the voters know it is much easier to change the President than to change the people. We are 100 million taxpayers and you are one small little Puddin'head who somehow managed to buy and smooth talk your way into office and really mess things up with your dunderheaded ideas.
Yes Puddin'head, we should all like to live in opulence at no personal effort, but the laws of physics do not permit it. Some modicum of work must be expended even to get the rock up the hill so we can roll it over our neighbors to kill them so we can take everything they have. This can be repeated, the rape of the industrious, over and over, but with time the industrious will cease to exist or become exceedingly harder and harder to find.
If you persist in your desires to kill your half of the dog, the dog will certainly bite you when you approach.
Do you hear that dog barking off in the distance, Puddin'head? You should, because it is barking at you.
Look at it this way, you still managed to steal $5,000,000,000,000 from our children and funnel it to your supporters. Not bad for a Puddin'head.
It was a pleasure to meet you and your fine family, but your job is done, America will and has rejected socialism. Give me a big old capitalist to kick around next election. Where is she? Sarah is that you?
Nice day for a round of golf, don't you think?
Bow-wow!
Jackson Delano Maybolt, President Urban Poverty and Southern Poetry Law Centers
(1) Much stolen from my hero in American Literature, Mr. Mark Twain. jdm
Saturday, January 28, 2012
Did You Want A Political Poem? Urban Poverty/Southern Poetry Law Center Proudly Presents:
PRIMARY SEASON
by Jackson Maybolt
Primary Season
loss of reason
Newt Gingrich
Eat your Spinach
Primary time
loss of rhyme
Rick Santorum
Damn decorum
Primary colors
Iranian Mullahs
Mitt Romney
I like astronomy
Primary evil
cotton boweavel
Ron Paul
Walking Tall
Primary Season
Loss of reason
Barack Obama
makin love to yo mama
Primary time
loss of rhyme
Georgie Soros
rich and morose
Primary colors
Iranian Mullahs
Joseph P. Biden
Where you been hidden
Primary evil
cotton boweavel
main stream media
boycott Wikipedia
Jackson Delano Maybolt, President and founder Urban Poverty/Southern Poetry Law Centers
"You read us because we are right!" jdm
by Jackson Maybolt
Primary Season
loss of reason
Newt Gingrich
Eat your Spinach
Primary time
loss of rhyme
Rick Santorum
Damn decorum
Primary colors
Iranian Mullahs
Mitt Romney
I like astronomy
Primary evil
cotton boweavel
Ron Paul
Walking Tall
Primary Season
Loss of reason
Barack Obama
makin love to yo mama
Primary time
loss of rhyme
Georgie Soros
rich and morose
Primary colors
Iranian Mullahs
Joseph P. Biden
Where you been hidden
Primary evil
cotton boweavel
main stream media
boycott Wikipedia
Jackson Delano Maybolt, President and founder Urban Poverty/Southern Poetry Law Centers
"You read us because we are right!" jdm
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Urban Poverty Law Center Welcomes Sister Organization: Southern Poetry Law Center
Learned readers. It is with great pleasure I introduce to this site the world renoun
gifted lawyer from Leach, Tennessee, Mr. C. Batsell Bateman, III Esq.
C. Batsell attended undergraduate at Bethel College where he graduated Magna Cum Tarde, he took 8 long years to get his undergrad degree in physical education. His daddy, C. Batsell, Jr JD was one of the finest county judges ever to sit on the bench in Carroll county. He got C. Batsell III enrolled at Memphis State Law School and he graduated in three years. C. Batsell, III was unable to pass the bar exam, but is allowed to practice law with his daddy and his partners, Bateman, Foggherty, Bateman and Schlick. Bateman and Bateman are specialized in common law, criminal law and divorce, Foggherty deals only in bankruptcy, and Sherwood Schlick specializes in slip and falls and personal injury cases.
C. Batsell, III has agreed to write for Southern Poetry Law Center on an as needed and as able basis. He fell and bumped his noggin rather hard and now when ever he tries to compose anything it is not prose, but poetry. His legal briefs are sometimes works of art. He has graciously agreed to share his gift with us.
Please bear with C. Batsell, III as he is shy and he has agreed to only try this for a short while. If he gets any negative feedback or criticism he has promised to quit. His first assignment for the Southern Poetry Law Center is on current events/politics.
Primary Season
The republican primary season
without any rhyme nor reason
Mitt, bit, hit, spit and swallow
Newt, cute, butte, flute and follow
Rick, wrack, patty whack and black
I-Ron, Iraq, Iran, Israeli Nuclear attack
Help me, help me, I can't get out of me head
Kill me, kill me, I would rather be dead
After viewing Mitt's voluminous tax returns
I am Warming to Mitt Romney's presidential run
So Open up your mind and see what you see
and Make C. Batsell Bateman,III your personal attorney!
Well, thank you C. Batsell for that delightful and insightful poem. So there you have it; the Southern Poetry Law Center is born. Please support it with your comments, positive only as Mr. Bateman, III is very sensitive and will quit with the least bit of provocation.
Jackson Delano Maybolt, President Urban Poverty Law Center
Sorry, I did not know C. Batsell Bateman,III would use this forum as an advertisement. JDM
gifted lawyer from Leach, Tennessee, Mr. C. Batsell Bateman, III Esq.
C. Batsell attended undergraduate at Bethel College where he graduated Magna Cum Tarde, he took 8 long years to get his undergrad degree in physical education. His daddy, C. Batsell, Jr JD was one of the finest county judges ever to sit on the bench in Carroll county. He got C. Batsell III enrolled at Memphis State Law School and he graduated in three years. C. Batsell, III was unable to pass the bar exam, but is allowed to practice law with his daddy and his partners, Bateman, Foggherty, Bateman and Schlick. Bateman and Bateman are specialized in common law, criminal law and divorce, Foggherty deals only in bankruptcy, and Sherwood Schlick specializes in slip and falls and personal injury cases.
C. Batsell, III has agreed to write for Southern Poetry Law Center on an as needed and as able basis. He fell and bumped his noggin rather hard and now when ever he tries to compose anything it is not prose, but poetry. His legal briefs are sometimes works of art. He has graciously agreed to share his gift with us.
Please bear with C. Batsell, III as he is shy and he has agreed to only try this for a short while. If he gets any negative feedback or criticism he has promised to quit. His first assignment for the Southern Poetry Law Center is on current events/politics.
Primary Season
The republican primary season
without any rhyme nor reason
Mitt, bit, hit, spit and swallow
Newt, cute, butte, flute and follow
Rick, wrack, patty whack and black
I-Ron, Iraq, Iran, Israeli Nuclear attack
Help me, help me, I can't get out of me head
Kill me, kill me, I would rather be dead
After viewing Mitt's voluminous tax returns
I am Warming to Mitt Romney's presidential run
So Open up your mind and see what you see
and Make C. Batsell Bateman,III your personal attorney!
Well, thank you C. Batsell for that delightful and insightful poem. So there you have it; the Southern Poetry Law Center is born. Please support it with your comments, positive only as Mr. Bateman, III is very sensitive and will quit with the least bit of provocation.
Jackson Delano Maybolt, President Urban Poverty Law Center
Sorry, I did not know C. Batsell Bateman,III would use this forum as an advertisement. JDM
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Urban Poverty Law Center's Ford Shelby Mustang Mishap-Disaster Update
Anyone who is a devout follower of these pages knows the Ford Motor Company was kind enough to loan the Law Center a 2012 Shelby GT 500 mustang for the month. Of course we had insurance on it through my long time school chum and friend C. Batsell Bateman, III. I believe, and this pains me greatly, the Shelby Cobra sunk its deadly venom into a hound that ran into its path last evening!
I was on highway 22 traveling east at night in the Township of McKenzie, a delightful hamlet of well off Tenneseans who live between Atwood and Paris, Tennessee on highway 79 and the rail line which used to be the GM and O, and the L and N, now taken over by CSX, when up ahead and to my right I spy a couple of reflections from pairs of eyes in the swell off the side of the road.
Animals running along the side of the road towards traffic for sure. I took note and estimated at my current speed, 45 mph, and the distance they were in front of me, about 50 yards, that I would be out of danger in about 3 seconds.
I made no adjustment in my speed and was in the left hand lane of my side of a four lane highway, which I felt gave me plenty of space between myself and the animals which I recognized as hounds as the gap narrowed to about 20 yards. Still no alarm the dogs are running along the side of the road in the swell.
As sudden as one might expect the rush of the shock of a road side bomb, one the the hounds, turned at 90 degrees and was in full gallop in a race to cross in front of the Shelby. I slammed the oversized Brembo brakes, disc all around, and the Shelby Cobra crouched its nose low in preparation for the strike!
I had enough time to study the doomed animal which was knee high, long haired, thick, not a coyote, and made a most pleasant thump then the front bumper struck that 57 pound hound from Hell squarely on its left side. The hounds head struck first as it was sent spinning clockwise at about 15 rpms off and into the medium on my left.
My airbags did not deploy. My lights did not go out, though I am fairly certain the lights on the hound from Hell are much dimmer after the strike and perhaps even extinguished. I never saw the dog again. I did not stop and had not the heart to look at the front of the Shelby Mustang until I got home and there it was.
The lower grill was broken out and about 50 percent is completely missing. The lower air dam and the bumper are intact and unblemished. I will be replacing a grill for under $200 I hope and I will be whole again.
How do I feel about driving my blemished car? It is sort of like dating a super model with one of her central incisors missing. There is still a lot to admire even with that blemish.
Performance update: I was going 50mph and placed it in 3rd gear noting the rpms were at 3000, with a 6,250 redline I punched it and at 75mph when the supercharger fully kicked in, the rear end got loose and tried to pass on my right. The roads were dry. Be careful when you drive one of these. Apparently dogs will risk life and limb to get a closer look at this beauty.
Jackson Delano Maybolt, President, Urban Poverty Law Center
I was on highway 22 traveling east at night in the Township of McKenzie, a delightful hamlet of well off Tenneseans who live between Atwood and Paris, Tennessee on highway 79 and the rail line which used to be the GM and O, and the L and N, now taken over by CSX, when up ahead and to my right I spy a couple of reflections from pairs of eyes in the swell off the side of the road.
Animals running along the side of the road towards traffic for sure. I took note and estimated at my current speed, 45 mph, and the distance they were in front of me, about 50 yards, that I would be out of danger in about 3 seconds.
I made no adjustment in my speed and was in the left hand lane of my side of a four lane highway, which I felt gave me plenty of space between myself and the animals which I recognized as hounds as the gap narrowed to about 20 yards. Still no alarm the dogs are running along the side of the road in the swell.
As sudden as one might expect the rush of the shock of a road side bomb, one the the hounds, turned at 90 degrees and was in full gallop in a race to cross in front of the Shelby. I slammed the oversized Brembo brakes, disc all around, and the Shelby Cobra crouched its nose low in preparation for the strike!
I had enough time to study the doomed animal which was knee high, long haired, thick, not a coyote, and made a most pleasant thump then the front bumper struck that 57 pound hound from Hell squarely on its left side. The hounds head struck first as it was sent spinning clockwise at about 15 rpms off and into the medium on my left.
My airbags did not deploy. My lights did not go out, though I am fairly certain the lights on the hound from Hell are much dimmer after the strike and perhaps even extinguished. I never saw the dog again. I did not stop and had not the heart to look at the front of the Shelby Mustang until I got home and there it was.
The lower grill was broken out and about 50 percent is completely missing. The lower air dam and the bumper are intact and unblemished. I will be replacing a grill for under $200 I hope and I will be whole again.
How do I feel about driving my blemished car? It is sort of like dating a super model with one of her central incisors missing. There is still a lot to admire even with that blemish.
Performance update: I was going 50mph and placed it in 3rd gear noting the rpms were at 3000, with a 6,250 redline I punched it and at 75mph when the supercharger fully kicked in, the rear end got loose and tried to pass on my right. The roads were dry. Be careful when you drive one of these. Apparently dogs will risk life and limb to get a closer look at this beauty.
Jackson Delano Maybolt, President, Urban Poverty Law Center
Monday, January 2, 2012
Urban Poverty Law Center Shelby Mustang Update, National Debt Debate Entered
My best pal from age 5 all through school, both primary and secondary, is a banker who works and lives in Houston.
He has experienced the oil boom/ bust cycle inherent in the economy through the 80's up until now. He warned me of the housing bubble/bust which got me essentially out of rental houses in 2006 and over to farmlands in our place of birth, Western Tennessee. I will refer to him only as David and only he and I know if it is his real name to protect him from any repercussions for allowing a non banker inside secrets reserved only for the most well connected in the financial world.
David and I have shared our lives and consider ourselves to be brothers. One day he told me something I believe is a great secret kept tightly guarded by the banking establishment.
"Maybolt, when a man owes the bank a hundred thousand dollars it is the man's problem. But when the man owes the bank 5 million dollars, it is the bank's problem."
I have reflected on David's banking corollary and believe the titans of government know when a government owes a nation state a billion dollars it is the government's problem, but when this same government owes a nation state 5 trillion dollars it is the nation state's problem.
My prediction is the US Government has no intention of repaying the national debt. Our nation's bond holders will be left holding the bag of IOUs printed up over the past 30 years just as GM and Chrysler's bond holders were left out in the cold with the now infamous government bailouts.
Smart bond holders will quietly leave the market while there is somebody willing to pay for them. Right now the bond offerings are being snapped up by the geniuses at the Federal Reserve Bank by printing more money. We are financing our own debt.
Great work if you can get it. Print money to pay for the money you printed last year. This is a recipe for disaster. Flooding the world with dollars hot off the Federal Reserve Bank's printing presses is no different than counterfeiting. Good counterfeit bills serve only to diminish the value of the dollars that are sanctioned by the US government through auctions of treasury notes.
When was the last time you bought a T-Bill? I haven't even bought a US Savings bond since grandpa Finkbinder bought me one I still have upon my birth in 1953. It stopped paying interest in 1969 and I could cash it in and get the $50 dollars and fill up my gas tank one time where as the $18.75 granddaddy paid for the bond in 1953 would have bought him 75 gallons of gasoline or
$250 worth of gas at today's prices. Probably not the result he had hoped for and not the down payment on my future he had hoped for.
I won a 25 dollar US savings bond for my skills as a better than average football player in 1970 donated by the fine fellows at the Rotary club and I cashed it in immediately and spent the money. My good! Maybolts aren't easy dupes, just dupes.
Anyway, "If I had money, tell you what I'd do, go down town and by a Mercury or two, cause I am crazy about that Mercury."
All that I'm saying is we will see inflation or deflation if my read on current currency events play out. You need to make your bets and see for whom the Bell tolls, for it tolls for thee.
Disclaimer: Jack Maybolt is not a economist and any advice offered in these musings are as backed up as the dollars flying off the Federal Reserve Banks printing presses. This being said, Jack likes silver, gold, and farm land. Excesses of money should be passed along to the next fellow for then it becomes his problem if the default occurs.
I will add one fluff item to the above list of Jack Maybolt likes: I like Ford Shelby GT 500 mustangs! I am getting 24.5 mpg highway using 92 octane pure gasoline in a supercharged 550 hp super-car! Of course the mileage will drop if you kick in the supercharger frequently. My buddies at the SO have offered to close a section of road and see what it will do. I'd do it but I am afraid it would get us all in trouble.
Jackson Delano Maybolt, President Urban Poverty Law Center
"Having congress watch your money is like having your dog watch your food." Mark Twain.
He has experienced the oil boom/ bust cycle inherent in the economy through the 80's up until now. He warned me of the housing bubble/bust which got me essentially out of rental houses in 2006 and over to farmlands in our place of birth, Western Tennessee. I will refer to him only as David and only he and I know if it is his real name to protect him from any repercussions for allowing a non banker inside secrets reserved only for the most well connected in the financial world.
David and I have shared our lives and consider ourselves to be brothers. One day he told me something I believe is a great secret kept tightly guarded by the banking establishment.
"Maybolt, when a man owes the bank a hundred thousand dollars it is the man's problem. But when the man owes the bank 5 million dollars, it is the bank's problem."
I have reflected on David's banking corollary and believe the titans of government know when a government owes a nation state a billion dollars it is the government's problem, but when this same government owes a nation state 5 trillion dollars it is the nation state's problem.
My prediction is the US Government has no intention of repaying the national debt. Our nation's bond holders will be left holding the bag of IOUs printed up over the past 30 years just as GM and Chrysler's bond holders were left out in the cold with the now infamous government bailouts.
Smart bond holders will quietly leave the market while there is somebody willing to pay for them. Right now the bond offerings are being snapped up by the geniuses at the Federal Reserve Bank by printing more money. We are financing our own debt.
Great work if you can get it. Print money to pay for the money you printed last year. This is a recipe for disaster. Flooding the world with dollars hot off the Federal Reserve Bank's printing presses is no different than counterfeiting. Good counterfeit bills serve only to diminish the value of the dollars that are sanctioned by the US government through auctions of treasury notes.
When was the last time you bought a T-Bill? I haven't even bought a US Savings bond since grandpa Finkbinder bought me one I still have upon my birth in 1953. It stopped paying interest in 1969 and I could cash it in and get the $50 dollars and fill up my gas tank one time where as the $18.75 granddaddy paid for the bond in 1953 would have bought him 75 gallons of gasoline or
$250 worth of gas at today's prices. Probably not the result he had hoped for and not the down payment on my future he had hoped for.
I won a 25 dollar US savings bond for my skills as a better than average football player in 1970 donated by the fine fellows at the Rotary club and I cashed it in immediately and spent the money. My good! Maybolts aren't easy dupes, just dupes.
Anyway, "If I had money, tell you what I'd do, go down town and by a Mercury or two, cause I am crazy about that Mercury."
All that I'm saying is we will see inflation or deflation if my read on current currency events play out. You need to make your bets and see for whom the Bell tolls, for it tolls for thee.
Disclaimer: Jack Maybolt is not a economist and any advice offered in these musings are as backed up as the dollars flying off the Federal Reserve Banks printing presses. This being said, Jack likes silver, gold, and farm land. Excesses of money should be passed along to the next fellow for then it becomes his problem if the default occurs.
I will add one fluff item to the above list of Jack Maybolt likes: I like Ford Shelby GT 500 mustangs! I am getting 24.5 mpg highway using 92 octane pure gasoline in a supercharged 550 hp super-car! Of course the mileage will drop if you kick in the supercharger frequently. My buddies at the SO have offered to close a section of road and see what it will do. I'd do it but I am afraid it would get us all in trouble.
Jackson Delano Maybolt, President Urban Poverty Law Center
"Having congress watch your money is like having your dog watch your food." Mark Twain.
Thursday, December 29, 2011
Urban Poverty Law Center Reverses No Newt Criticisms
I believe I have been unfairly harsh in my treatment and criticism of Newt Gingrich.
I just got onto his website, "Newt2012.org" and read his new contract.
Briefly: repeal Obama Care, secure the borders, cut capital gains tax to zero, optional income tax of 15% with personal exemptions and mortgage deduction, trim the federal government, English as the official language, end the death tax, cut corporate tax rate to 12.5%, allow 100% expensing of business equipment in the 1st year, open up the energy development at home oil, gas and coal, try to hold federal judges accountable to the constitution, and most importantly sending the Obama Cartel on their merry way onto the ash heap of history.
I have not sent him money yet, but this should not keep you from doing so.
I forgive him for his income from his near lobbying efforts for Fred and Fannie, after all a fellow's got to eat!
I forgive him for his eye for the ladies, after all a fellow's got to manage his own prostate health.
I forgive him for his suspected insider Washington status, after all nobody breaks any glass throwing rocks at the federal government from outside the beltway. Newt knows his way around Washington. I like his no nonsense debating style. He is definitely a man, and Mitt and Bachmann are very feminine. Bachmann in a beautiful way. Newt must select her as VP and I believe he will. I believe Newt will derail the progressive train whereas Mitt would only slow it down a little.
I only hope Newt accomplishes half as much as our 4th greatest president if he is elected.
In Callista, I think he has found somebody to watch his back. Her hair style looks like blond cotton candy! Delicious.
Jackson Delano Maybolt, Urban Poverty Law Center, President
I just got onto his website, "Newt2012.org" and read his new contract.
Briefly: repeal Obama Care, secure the borders, cut capital gains tax to zero, optional income tax of 15% with personal exemptions and mortgage deduction, trim the federal government, English as the official language, end the death tax, cut corporate tax rate to 12.5%, allow 100% expensing of business equipment in the 1st year, open up the energy development at home oil, gas and coal, try to hold federal judges accountable to the constitution, and most importantly sending the Obama Cartel on their merry way onto the ash heap of history.
I have not sent him money yet, but this should not keep you from doing so.
I forgive him for his income from his near lobbying efforts for Fred and Fannie, after all a fellow's got to eat!
I forgive him for his eye for the ladies, after all a fellow's got to manage his own prostate health.
I forgive him for his suspected insider Washington status, after all nobody breaks any glass throwing rocks at the federal government from outside the beltway. Newt knows his way around Washington. I like his no nonsense debating style. He is definitely a man, and Mitt and Bachmann are very feminine. Bachmann in a beautiful way. Newt must select her as VP and I believe he will. I believe Newt will derail the progressive train whereas Mitt would only slow it down a little.
I only hope Newt accomplishes half as much as our 4th greatest president if he is elected.
In Callista, I think he has found somebody to watch his back. Her hair style looks like blond cotton candy! Delicious.
Jackson Delano Maybolt, Urban Poverty Law Center, President
Monday, October 17, 2011
Urban Poverty Law Center Receives List Of Fleabagger/Occupy Wall Street Demands
Somehow, a leader of the Flea Party, so named by a malicious group of middle class Americans who work hard and play by the rules and pay the majority of the income tax, raise the majority of soldiers and policemen, and attend most of the churches, sent me a copy of the Fleagaggers demands. He has asked if I would critique it. Wood Eye!
Below is the missive Leif Clinton James Throckmorton, VI pinned to me, actually sent on his I-phone:
Jack Maybolt, President
Urban Poverty Law Center
Cedar Grove, Tennessee 38321
Jack, Dude,
I am in trouble here. You gotta help me out. I came to the OWS looking to score some good drugs and maybe some slide time with one of the cleaner chicks. Some how I was outed as a Ivy League trained history and English major and was drafted to write our demands. Some of the people here are unbalanced.
We had a meeting of a steering committee and a fellow who goes by the moniker, "Whack Job", aptly because he masturbates every two hours is demanding free physical therapy for those like him. His right arm dwarfs his left. Thank God he did not want me to shake his hand!
One chick on the steering committee, who sports the thickest and greasiest curly hair I have ever seen, demanded the end of the internal combustion engine, and we go back to a family farm based economy. I suggested she wash her mop and she got all indignant and said she did once a quarter and I should just mind my own business. I think the EPA has been snooping around and may declare her head a toxic waste site.
A fellow they call Stone wanted more access to skate board parks, said if we could legislate handicap access, it would be just one small step further to demand all public buildings become board use friendly. He said it is a logical transition from skate board extreme to wheelchair bound so why not merge the two functions.
Windy, who flew out to New York from Bolder, Colorado, sports a killer set of knockers, and demands minority status to young women with perfect teats. She feels oppressed by her gift of as she refers to them," a matched set made in heaven." She would like to be taken seriously for her mind, and I was guilty of not hearing a word she said once I got a good look at that magnificent cleavage! I knew who I was going to spend the rest of the day with. Turns out she is a lesbian, told me she did not like men, and I told her we had that in common, but it got me nowhere man.
One dude, they call Rhino, tried to demand limited government, lower taxes, rule of law and recognition that the Bill of Rights is undeniable. He was shown the door.
Then the faces, breasts, smells, breath and voices all seemed to melt together in a cacophony of sights and sounds, bits of which I record below in no particular order of relevance:
1: 20 hour work week
2: Free Universal health care
3: Living wage
4. legalize all drugs
5: outlaw all family transfers of wealth established trust funds excluded
6: 100% estate tax at death
7: free college tuition for life and pay living wage to college students
8: free beer and pizza for life
9: peace on earth
10: mandatory euthanasia for people over 45
11: free travel
12; free energy
13: free food
14: 6 months paid vacation a year
15: flexible work schedule
16: free housing
17: free phones and Internet
18: no taxes on people under 30
Jack, I need some help! Throw me a bone! I think I just stepped in some dog poop. Oh, man there are no dogs at this park.
I gotta get out of here.
Leif
My reply:
Send photo of Windy's rack. I will get to work on a list of demands as soon as I get the pics.
Do not touch "Whack Job" in the mean time!
Later Dude,
Jackson Delano Maybolt Proud Sponsor of Occupy Wall Street, the Cedar Grove Branch
Below is the missive Leif Clinton James Throckmorton, VI pinned to me, actually sent on his I-phone:
Jack Maybolt, President
Urban Poverty Law Center
Cedar Grove, Tennessee 38321
Jack, Dude,
I am in trouble here. You gotta help me out. I came to the OWS looking to score some good drugs and maybe some slide time with one of the cleaner chicks. Some how I was outed as a Ivy League trained history and English major and was drafted to write our demands. Some of the people here are unbalanced.
We had a meeting of a steering committee and a fellow who goes by the moniker, "Whack Job", aptly because he masturbates every two hours is demanding free physical therapy for those like him. His right arm dwarfs his left. Thank God he did not want me to shake his hand!
One chick on the steering committee, who sports the thickest and greasiest curly hair I have ever seen, demanded the end of the internal combustion engine, and we go back to a family farm based economy. I suggested she wash her mop and she got all indignant and said she did once a quarter and I should just mind my own business. I think the EPA has been snooping around and may declare her head a toxic waste site.
A fellow they call Stone wanted more access to skate board parks, said if we could legislate handicap access, it would be just one small step further to demand all public buildings become board use friendly. He said it is a logical transition from skate board extreme to wheelchair bound so why not merge the two functions.
Windy, who flew out to New York from Bolder, Colorado, sports a killer set of knockers, and demands minority status to young women with perfect teats. She feels oppressed by her gift of as she refers to them," a matched set made in heaven." She would like to be taken seriously for her mind, and I was guilty of not hearing a word she said once I got a good look at that magnificent cleavage! I knew who I was going to spend the rest of the day with. Turns out she is a lesbian, told me she did not like men, and I told her we had that in common, but it got me nowhere man.
One dude, they call Rhino, tried to demand limited government, lower taxes, rule of law and recognition that the Bill of Rights is undeniable. He was shown the door.
Then the faces, breasts, smells, breath and voices all seemed to melt together in a cacophony of sights and sounds, bits of which I record below in no particular order of relevance:
1: 20 hour work week
2: Free Universal health care
3: Living wage
4. legalize all drugs
5: outlaw all family transfers of wealth established trust funds excluded
6: 100% estate tax at death
7: free college tuition for life and pay living wage to college students
8: free beer and pizza for life
9: peace on earth
10: mandatory euthanasia for people over 45
11: free travel
12; free energy
13: free food
14: 6 months paid vacation a year
15: flexible work schedule
16: free housing
17: free phones and Internet
18: no taxes on people under 30
Jack, I need some help! Throw me a bone! I think I just stepped in some dog poop. Oh, man there are no dogs at this park.
I gotta get out of here.
Leif
My reply:
Send photo of Windy's rack. I will get to work on a list of demands as soon as I get the pics.
Do not touch "Whack Job" in the mean time!
Later Dude,
Jackson Delano Maybolt Proud Sponsor of Occupy Wall Street, the Cedar Grove Branch
Sunday, October 9, 2011
Urban Poverty Law Center Exclusive: China Quietly Hiring All Laid Off NASA Talent!
When the Nazis were finally defeated in 1945, the US wasted no time rounding up all of Hitler's rocket scientist and after excusing their war crimes, brought them to the United States. Here they were instrumental in building the greatest space program in history.
Now that America has dismantled its space program and the shuttles have all been lost or retired, a lot of American know-how has been laid off by the budget minded cost cutters working for the Obama administration. Seems someone in the Obama administration thinks we can get a better return for $50 billion dollars, cut from NASA's budget, if we loan it to start-up front companies for GREEN ENERGY.
Why do you think they call it GREEN? There is government money in anything that hints of Wind, Solar, Tidal, Renewable, Union, or Communist power!
My grant proposal submitted last month before the September 30 deadline:
Grant For Department Of Energy Funding FY2011
Amount of Grant: $1.575 billion
Mission Statement: I am a single minority mother with five children by three different men and one normal man who is making ends meet with food stamps and dating for money. If I get the green energy grant I will get off food stamps and stop dating for money.
Proposal: I have developed a photovoltaic energy cell which harnesses the energy of the sun and converts that energy into a combustible product that can be harnessed to drive a series of machines as well as heat and light our homes! It uses no poisonous materials and produces only natural byproducts. It is completely renewable and only requires water and sunlight to develop. Once the process begins all that is needed is soil. The photovoltaic cell is cheap, dependable, and not affected adversely by harsh environmental conditions. I have a patent pending on this device.
Back to China: The Chinese have been quietly rounding up these NASA scientists and hiring them for a few yuan and have promised them unlimited budgets. My cry follows:
First you outsourced my happy meal toys, then my phones, then my shoes, my TV, my PC, my clothier, my medicines, my tools, and now you have outsourced my Space Program to China?
How much longer can Apple Pie and Chevrolet hold on, er well, how much longer can apple pie resist the pull of the little yellow man from Beijing? I believe Jing has his eye on the titanium jackpot the moon represents! Ching-Ching! Fly me to the moon! One of these days, Alice! Gunsmoke! I say two! You say you want a revolution? Count me out.....in! Doctor Roberts!
Jackson Delano Maybolt, America's Canary In The Coal Mines and President, Urban Poverty Law Center
"Jack, our fathers built this great country of ours and we have coasted on their great accomplishments for about as far as this train can go. Time for America to take its rightful place along side the other great world powers of years past. America, Britain, Spain, France, Italy, Greece, Persia, Egypt, Mongolia, and not back full circle. Your move, China." Mother Maybolt, 1925-2008
Now that America has dismantled its space program and the shuttles have all been lost or retired, a lot of American know-how has been laid off by the budget minded cost cutters working for the Obama administration. Seems someone in the Obama administration thinks we can get a better return for $50 billion dollars, cut from NASA's budget, if we loan it to start-up front companies for GREEN ENERGY.
Why do you think they call it GREEN? There is government money in anything that hints of Wind, Solar, Tidal, Renewable, Union, or Communist power!
My grant proposal submitted last month before the September 30 deadline:
Grant For Department Of Energy Funding FY2011
Amount of Grant: $1.575 billion
Mission Statement: I am a single minority mother with five children by three different men and one normal man who is making ends meet with food stamps and dating for money. If I get the green energy grant I will get off food stamps and stop dating for money.
Proposal: I have developed a photovoltaic energy cell which harnesses the energy of the sun and converts that energy into a combustible product that can be harnessed to drive a series of machines as well as heat and light our homes! It uses no poisonous materials and produces only natural byproducts. It is completely renewable and only requires water and sunlight to develop. Once the process begins all that is needed is soil. The photovoltaic cell is cheap, dependable, and not affected adversely by harsh environmental conditions. I have a patent pending on this device.
Back to China: The Chinese have been quietly rounding up these NASA scientists and hiring them for a few yuan and have promised them unlimited budgets. My cry follows:
First you outsourced my happy meal toys, then my phones, then my shoes, my TV, my PC, my clothier, my medicines, my tools, and now you have outsourced my Space Program to China?
How much longer can Apple Pie and Chevrolet hold on, er well, how much longer can apple pie resist the pull of the little yellow man from Beijing? I believe Jing has his eye on the titanium jackpot the moon represents! Ching-Ching! Fly me to the moon! One of these days, Alice! Gunsmoke! I say two! You say you want a revolution? Count me out.....in! Doctor Roberts!
Jackson Delano Maybolt, America's Canary In The Coal Mines and President, Urban Poverty Law Center
"Jack, our fathers built this great country of ours and we have coasted on their great accomplishments for about as far as this train can go. Time for America to take its rightful place along side the other great world powers of years past. America, Britain, Spain, France, Italy, Greece, Persia, Egypt, Mongolia, and not back full circle. Your move, China." Mother Maybolt, 1925-2008
Saturday, October 8, 2011
Urban Poverty Law Center First In Nation To Call For AG Holder To Step Down
We here at the Urban Poverty Law Center do not take our criticisms of government lightly, and for us to call for the resignation of the United States Attorney General, Eric Holder, is BIG NEWS!
In his letter to congress his plausible deny ability tap dance through a mine field of conflicting facts seems more a stall than a defense of the indefensible.
Fast and Furious was a spook inspired plan to attack the second amendment of the US Constitution. Treason! Treason beyond reason!
Mr. Holder and the elements of the Obama administration that plot to undermine our constitutional freedoms are enemies of a free America! They must be stopped. They are worse than the enemies outside our borders, much worse! Their stealth has been removed and now they must carry out their awkward plans without the cover of a complacent press or an unenlightened populace.
The congressional investigations in the House Oversight Committee with Rep. Issa are a good start. Shining some light on these cockroaches will make them scatter, but unless we finish the pest control by voting these scoundrels out in 2012, they will regroup and redouble their efforts at dismantling our constitutional freedoms.
It is abundantly clear Eric Holder must resign for his attack of the very constitution which he took an oath to defend. If he says he did not know about it he is incompetent, if he says he knew and approved of the plan, he is incompetent ! Our more important question now is what other freedoms are these closeted traitors planning to destroy and how to shed light on these plans and stop them.
Occupy Wall Street? Martial Law? Suspension of the 2012 elections? Outlaw Gold Ownership? Reeducation camps? Black Helicopters? Drones with viruses? One World Government? French fries without ketchup? A Fat Tax?
It has been almost a couple of decades since BATFnE tried its hand in the indefensible, recalling how the Waco and Ruby Ridge thing panned out for you fellows under AG Reno, You came across about as well as the Mexican Cartel Drug Lords in my mind.
I will never forget what I felt when I saw the fellows at BATFnE burn the Waco home with 59 children to the ground on that windy day in April. God Damn! These are really some evil people we are supporting with our tax dollars! That was when I knew the lie.
We must return this nation to its foundational principles and live within the law. Anyway, got to go. Wondering when that knock at the door will be the black booted thugs flying in their black helicopters coming to reintegrate me into the soil from which I came. Will they shoot me with a high velocity weapon exported illegally to Mexico and then imported back to the US, or wait until the wind conditions are right and I have all the Cedar Grove Boy Scout troops in my home and burn me up, or just cut my head off with a dull knife? We shall see?
Hopefully, the Fast and Furious failure will get you fellows back to chasing the moonshiners and the kids with untreated ADHD who make pipe bombs and set them off in the lockers at high school, and leave amending the US Constitution to Congress and the States as written by our founders through the nearly impossible steps they provide for in the founding documents.
Freedom and rights are for everybody, right? If you fellows in government and the BATFnE ever have to ask yourselves if you are with or against the American people and its constitution, you are not fit to serve, and you should resign with your leader, Attorney General, Eric Holder. Disgraceful!
If that kind of work at the BATFnE is too mundane, join special forces and go after Al Qaeda, but for goodness sakes, leave your own citizens alone! Surely your mother taught you better. I know mine did!
Jackson Delano Maybolt, President Urban Poverty Law Center
"Power is measured by the strength of your enemies. You are a nobody until they kill you or you kill them!" Joseph Stalin 1934
In his letter to congress his plausible deny ability tap dance through a mine field of conflicting facts seems more a stall than a defense of the indefensible.
Fast and Furious was a spook inspired plan to attack the second amendment of the US Constitution. Treason! Treason beyond reason!
Mr. Holder and the elements of the Obama administration that plot to undermine our constitutional freedoms are enemies of a free America! They must be stopped. They are worse than the enemies outside our borders, much worse! Their stealth has been removed and now they must carry out their awkward plans without the cover of a complacent press or an unenlightened populace.
The congressional investigations in the House Oversight Committee with Rep. Issa are a good start. Shining some light on these cockroaches will make them scatter, but unless we finish the pest control by voting these scoundrels out in 2012, they will regroup and redouble their efforts at dismantling our constitutional freedoms.
It is abundantly clear Eric Holder must resign for his attack of the very constitution which he took an oath to defend. If he says he did not know about it he is incompetent, if he says he knew and approved of the plan, he is incompetent ! Our more important question now is what other freedoms are these closeted traitors planning to destroy and how to shed light on these plans and stop them.
Occupy Wall Street? Martial Law? Suspension of the 2012 elections? Outlaw Gold Ownership? Reeducation camps? Black Helicopters? Drones with viruses? One World Government? French fries without ketchup? A Fat Tax?
It has been almost a couple of decades since BATFnE tried its hand in the indefensible, recalling how the Waco and Ruby Ridge thing panned out for you fellows under AG Reno, You came across about as well as the Mexican Cartel Drug Lords in my mind.
I will never forget what I felt when I saw the fellows at BATFnE burn the Waco home with 59 children to the ground on that windy day in April. God Damn! These are really some evil people we are supporting with our tax dollars! That was when I knew the lie.
We must return this nation to its foundational principles and live within the law. Anyway, got to go. Wondering when that knock at the door will be the black booted thugs flying in their black helicopters coming to reintegrate me into the soil from which I came. Will they shoot me with a high velocity weapon exported illegally to Mexico and then imported back to the US, or wait until the wind conditions are right and I have all the Cedar Grove Boy Scout troops in my home and burn me up, or just cut my head off with a dull knife? We shall see?
Hopefully, the Fast and Furious failure will get you fellows back to chasing the moonshiners and the kids with untreated ADHD who make pipe bombs and set them off in the lockers at high school, and leave amending the US Constitution to Congress and the States as written by our founders through the nearly impossible steps they provide for in the founding documents.
Freedom and rights are for everybody, right? If you fellows in government and the BATFnE ever have to ask yourselves if you are with or against the American people and its constitution, you are not fit to serve, and you should resign with your leader, Attorney General, Eric Holder. Disgraceful!
If that kind of work at the BATFnE is too mundane, join special forces and go after Al Qaeda, but for goodness sakes, leave your own citizens alone! Surely your mother taught you better. I know mine did!
Jackson Delano Maybolt, President Urban Poverty Law Center
"Power is measured by the strength of your enemies. You are a nobody until they kill you or you kill them!" Joseph Stalin 1934
Monday, September 19, 2011
Attackwatch.com Cites Urban Poverty Law Center Reportage
Somebody reported this site to the watch troll group recently established by the "Commie Tea To Re-Elect Precedent Obama!
Attackwatch.com has sent me the following:
19 September, 2011
Jackson Delano Mayblot (sic)
President, Urban Poverty Law Center
Urbanpovertylawcenter.blogspot.com
Attackwatch.com
Basement Office, West Wing Secret Bunker
White House, Washington DC
Thurgudt Bundergarten, Esq, III
Mr. Mayblot:
Attackwatch.com has received a complaint about a blog you pen as it relates to our interpretation of claims you make against
our first black president, Barack Hussein Obama. I was given the unenviable task of pouring over your 100 plus blogs, many of them unreadable and obviously the work of an illiterate with too much spare time and a computer.
We take umbrage with your column dated September 17, 2011 in which you suggest " is he a coke blowing homosexual with a membership in a secret gay bathhouse in Chicago along with its current mayor?" There is not a gram of fact to your innuendo.
We demand you remove any gay references to our president immediately or you will be singled out for an audit. The source of your white lie was a Republican trickster code named Deep Choke who was hired by Sarah Palin to smear Barack Obama and send the white, bible toter-gun clinger votes over to McCain. It almost worked, but for our Acorn affiliates in the big cities.
Further, our president, Barack Hussein Obama only experimented with cocaine because of the Reagan Administration's policy when the CIA targeted young blacks in the famous attempt to destroy the black family and create a dependent class of blacks too addled to ever make it to the ballot box again. And FYI the President hasn't enjoyed any blow since Bill Clinton's last visit to the White House. I strongly suggest you edit your material to jive with the facts. Who is to say the DEA might just pay your place a visit and find a kilo of methamphetamine? Capisco?
In your September 14, 2011 rant you accuse our beloved President of leading an " administration that believes printing money and handing it out to its cronies in big business and the unions is good policy." and "never met a tax it did not love." Fact:
we printed the money necessary to avoid a depression and this administration is a net tax cutter not a tax hiker! We suggest you get your facts right in the future, or the ATF and E will find seven kilo's of C-4 under your desk in the basement where your computer is located. Catch my drift?
Who is funding you? The Koch brothers? Karl Rove? George W. Bush? Our investigative team will be looking into your life, Mr. Mayblot! We already know about your sexual debauchery. We know you like big butts and like to make love with the lights on, even during daylight hours! We have found your out of wed lock love child who was conceived with a first cousin in the back seat of a 1967 AMC Ambassador as you and your family were traveling to visit your sick grandmother in Nashville.
In sum, Jack, if I can call you that? You are on our radar screens and we will call you on anymore falsehoods as it relates to our president. I see you are from Cedar Grove, Tennessee. I can almost hear the banjo music. Tell me Jack, do you wear your KKK hood while blogging and the cape with or without underwear? I bet it is without. I bet it is hard to type with one hand, eh?
I wonder what a black light examination of your computer room would look like? The Milky Way on a moonless night I suspect!
I have dealt with hundreds of your type, Jack Mayblot. You are disgusting!
Sincerely,
S
Thurgudt Bundergarten, Esq, III
Attackwatch.com
My reply:
19 September, 2011
Jackson Delano Maybolt, MD, PhD
President, Urban Poverty Law Center
Cedar Grove, TN
Thrugudt Bundergarten, Esq, III
Investigator, Attackwatch.com
West Wing Secret Bunker Basement Office
The White House
Washington, DC
Dear Mr. Bundergaylicker:
I am not your charge. I dance to no mans music, save my own. I will not be cowed by your threats. The truth can not be silenced. Your facts are all wrong about my cousin, she was a second cousin. Hah!
However, this having been said, my blog is for sale and the first $1.6 million dollars cash takes it, warts and all.
Get back to me, there is a little wiggle room in that price.
Jackson Delano Maybolt
Attackwatch.com has sent me the following:
19 September, 2011
Jackson Delano Mayblot (sic)
President, Urban Poverty Law Center
Urbanpovertylawcenter.blogspot.com
Attackwatch.com
Basement Office, West Wing Secret Bunker
White House, Washington DC
Thurgudt Bundergarten, Esq, III
Mr. Mayblot:
Attackwatch.com has received a complaint about a blog you pen as it relates to our interpretation of claims you make against
our first black president, Barack Hussein Obama. I was given the unenviable task of pouring over your 100 plus blogs, many of them unreadable and obviously the work of an illiterate with too much spare time and a computer.
We take umbrage with your column dated September 17, 2011 in which you suggest " is he a coke blowing homosexual with a membership in a secret gay bathhouse in Chicago along with its current mayor?" There is not a gram of fact to your innuendo.
We demand you remove any gay references to our president immediately or you will be singled out for an audit. The source of your white lie was a Republican trickster code named Deep Choke who was hired by Sarah Palin to smear Barack Obama and send the white, bible toter-gun clinger votes over to McCain. It almost worked, but for our Acorn affiliates in the big cities.
Further, our president, Barack Hussein Obama only experimented with cocaine because of the Reagan Administration's policy when the CIA targeted young blacks in the famous attempt to destroy the black family and create a dependent class of blacks too addled to ever make it to the ballot box again. And FYI the President hasn't enjoyed any blow since Bill Clinton's last visit to the White House. I strongly suggest you edit your material to jive with the facts. Who is to say the DEA might just pay your place a visit and find a kilo of methamphetamine? Capisco?
In your September 14, 2011 rant you accuse our beloved President of leading an " administration that believes printing money and handing it out to its cronies in big business and the unions is good policy." and "never met a tax it did not love." Fact:
we printed the money necessary to avoid a depression and this administration is a net tax cutter not a tax hiker! We suggest you get your facts right in the future, or the ATF and E will find seven kilo's of C-4 under your desk in the basement where your computer is located. Catch my drift?
Who is funding you? The Koch brothers? Karl Rove? George W. Bush? Our investigative team will be looking into your life, Mr. Mayblot! We already know about your sexual debauchery. We know you like big butts and like to make love with the lights on, even during daylight hours! We have found your out of wed lock love child who was conceived with a first cousin in the back seat of a 1967 AMC Ambassador as you and your family were traveling to visit your sick grandmother in Nashville.
In sum, Jack, if I can call you that? You are on our radar screens and we will call you on anymore falsehoods as it relates to our president. I see you are from Cedar Grove, Tennessee. I can almost hear the banjo music. Tell me Jack, do you wear your KKK hood while blogging and the cape with or without underwear? I bet it is without. I bet it is hard to type with one hand, eh?
I wonder what a black light examination of your computer room would look like? The Milky Way on a moonless night I suspect!
I have dealt with hundreds of your type, Jack Mayblot. You are disgusting!
Sincerely,
S
Thurgudt Bundergarten, Esq, III
Attackwatch.com
My reply:
19 September, 2011
Jackson Delano Maybolt, MD, PhD
President, Urban Poverty Law Center
Cedar Grove, TN
Thrugudt Bundergarten, Esq, III
Investigator, Attackwatch.com
West Wing Secret Bunker Basement Office
The White House
Washington, DC
Dear Mr. Bundergaylicker:
I am not your charge. I dance to no mans music, save my own. I will not be cowed by your threats. The truth can not be silenced. Your facts are all wrong about my cousin, she was a second cousin. Hah!
However, this having been said, my blog is for sale and the first $1.6 million dollars cash takes it, warts and all.
Get back to me, there is a little wiggle room in that price.
Jackson Delano Maybolt
Saturday, September 17, 2011
Urban Poverty Law Center Reviews Joe McGinniss Book: The Rogue: The Search for the Real Sarah Palin
Joe, is that you? Say it ain't so Joe!
Joe McG. has written a book about Sarah Palin which includes references to each premarital sexual encounter and an alleged brief brush with cocaine and weed. Whoop, whoop! Is that all you got, Joe? No woman on woman love or donkey shows in Tijuana, what about wife swapping lines after book signings in "the village" in New York, where you met Nancy in 1970?
Is this the same Nancy D. who traveled to Vietnam in 1971 as a freelance photographer and spent a steamy 4 weeks with an army reporter named Albert Gore, Jr dodging his middle chakra only for the first two of their 28 nights together? Yuck!
And what about your encounters with the priest when you were an altar boy in 1954? As a 12 year old boy you are not to blame for those acts of sodomy, but you should have told your parents about them. I, for one, do not believe man on boy love is a sin, if the two involved truly love each other, but it is a little creepy. Have you considered having your memory erased if this is still on your mind?
Joe, I do not know you, but I think I have the start of a really good biography on you with just what I have put together in the previous three paragraphs. I will end my biographical report on you and will instead ask you if you think your reportage of Sarah Palin, who is not President of the United States, and is a private citizen just like you and Nancy D., is ethical? I lie, I continue my attack below.
I suggest you look into the current occupant of the White House and see if you can find three people who knew him when he was a boy in Hawaii, or a student at any of the three colleges he attended, or why his social security number seems reserved for Connecticut, or if he is a coke blowing homosexual member of a secret men's bath house in Chicago along with its current mayor?
This is a lot more intriguing than whether or not Sarah Palin had a normal premarital sex life. At least she did not sleep with Albert Gore, Jr like some people you know! I am not blaming your partner for her loose standards, after all it was the sixties, the sexual revolution, and the birth control pill and bra burning was great for those of us who came to sexual awareness in those heady times. Having sex back then was as casual as shaking hands. It was great! Then we got Roe v Wade passed so Nancy did not have to get anymore of those back alley and dangerous abortions! Five, wasn't it or did I miss one or two?
I have a misogynistic friend who has been a cuckold in each of his three marriages who is fond of saying: "All women are whores, except for your mother. But her mother was a whore!" I try to correct him and have him substitute the word "slut" for "whore" and he will have none of it as he says too much of his utterance would be lost in the translation were he to make that switch.
Sarah Palin did not drop out of Mount Holyoke because it had demerits and curfews and dorm lock downs at night, but your partner did. I find it enlightening that you find Sarah Palin's sexuality fair fodder for a book, but now you must get ready for the same magnifying glass into your own misspent life.
I know you are laughing, but I will offer 25 cents to anyone who knew your wife before or after you were married who did not have sex with her. I will make the same offer in reverse for you and any of your sexual dalliances either before or after your marriage. And Joe, if viagra cannot make it work now, you cannot claim your quarter for recent sexual inactivity with her. I know you banged her in the past or how would you explain Joe McG. Jr and his dog, Vegas. By the way is Vegas ok?
I mean nothing by that last statement as I am a dog lover and I am not a Union member, but what you have done to the Palins is creepy to most of middle America and I am man enough not to let you get away with it without some small admonishment in this inconsequential little blog, written by a crippled handicap who could not put three words together if it weren't for spell and edit check.
I am sure your neurons are not snapping together as they once did and now you find yourself having to write drivel to make a living. I do not think William Shakespeare or Mark Twain, William Faulkner or Ernest Hemingway fell to such dizzying lows as you. When the later lost the muse he did what any real man of letters worth his salt does; pow, off to the afterlife.
Joe, this last book signals the end of your remarkable literary career! Give it up, alcohol and age combine to addle the mind. Your muses left when you moved to Wasilla with the intent to besmirch a beautifully typical American family with more to offer our country and its sick political system than you and your family could ever dream.
You are a small-minded leftist puke and a has-been writer. You, if you make the history books, you will take your place beside Benedict Arnold and John Wilkes Booth as your toxic tomb can only be viewed as a literary assassination attempt against Sarah Palin. Nice try Jack-hole!
You sir, are a scoundrel, an unpleasant one at that!
Jackson Delano Maybolt, President Urban Poverty Law Center
Joe McG. has written a book about Sarah Palin which includes references to each premarital sexual encounter and an alleged brief brush with cocaine and weed. Whoop, whoop! Is that all you got, Joe? No woman on woman love or donkey shows in Tijuana, what about wife swapping lines after book signings in "the village" in New York, where you met Nancy in 1970?
Is this the same Nancy D. who traveled to Vietnam in 1971 as a freelance photographer and spent a steamy 4 weeks with an army reporter named Albert Gore, Jr dodging his middle chakra only for the first two of their 28 nights together? Yuck!
And what about your encounters with the priest when you were an altar boy in 1954? As a 12 year old boy you are not to blame for those acts of sodomy, but you should have told your parents about them. I, for one, do not believe man on boy love is a sin, if the two involved truly love each other, but it is a little creepy. Have you considered having your memory erased if this is still on your mind?
Joe, I do not know you, but I think I have the start of a really good biography on you with just what I have put together in the previous three paragraphs. I will end my biographical report on you and will instead ask you if you think your reportage of Sarah Palin, who is not President of the United States, and is a private citizen just like you and Nancy D., is ethical? I lie, I continue my attack below.
I suggest you look into the current occupant of the White House and see if you can find three people who knew him when he was a boy in Hawaii, or a student at any of the three colleges he attended, or why his social security number seems reserved for Connecticut, or if he is a coke blowing homosexual member of a secret men's bath house in Chicago along with its current mayor?
This is a lot more intriguing than whether or not Sarah Palin had a normal premarital sex life. At least she did not sleep with Albert Gore, Jr like some people you know! I am not blaming your partner for her loose standards, after all it was the sixties, the sexual revolution, and the birth control pill and bra burning was great for those of us who came to sexual awareness in those heady times. Having sex back then was as casual as shaking hands. It was great! Then we got Roe v Wade passed so Nancy did not have to get anymore of those back alley and dangerous abortions! Five, wasn't it or did I miss one or two?
I have a misogynistic friend who has been a cuckold in each of his three marriages who is fond of saying: "All women are whores, except for your mother. But her mother was a whore!" I try to correct him and have him substitute the word "slut" for "whore" and he will have none of it as he says too much of his utterance would be lost in the translation were he to make that switch.
Sarah Palin did not drop out of Mount Holyoke because it had demerits and curfews and dorm lock downs at night, but your partner did. I find it enlightening that you find Sarah Palin's sexuality fair fodder for a book, but now you must get ready for the same magnifying glass into your own misspent life.
I know you are laughing, but I will offer 25 cents to anyone who knew your wife before or after you were married who did not have sex with her. I will make the same offer in reverse for you and any of your sexual dalliances either before or after your marriage. And Joe, if viagra cannot make it work now, you cannot claim your quarter for recent sexual inactivity with her. I know you banged her in the past or how would you explain Joe McG. Jr and his dog, Vegas. By the way is Vegas ok?
I mean nothing by that last statement as I am a dog lover and I am not a Union member, but what you have done to the Palins is creepy to most of middle America and I am man enough not to let you get away with it without some small admonishment in this inconsequential little blog, written by a crippled handicap who could not put three words together if it weren't for spell and edit check.
I am sure your neurons are not snapping together as they once did and now you find yourself having to write drivel to make a living. I do not think William Shakespeare or Mark Twain, William Faulkner or Ernest Hemingway fell to such dizzying lows as you. When the later lost the muse he did what any real man of letters worth his salt does; pow, off to the afterlife.
Joe, this last book signals the end of your remarkable literary career! Give it up, alcohol and age combine to addle the mind. Your muses left when you moved to Wasilla with the intent to besmirch a beautifully typical American family with more to offer our country and its sick political system than you and your family could ever dream.
You are a small-minded leftist puke and a has-been writer. You, if you make the history books, you will take your place beside Benedict Arnold and John Wilkes Booth as your toxic tomb can only be viewed as a literary assassination attempt against Sarah Palin. Nice try Jack-hole!
You sir, are a scoundrel, an unpleasant one at that!
Jackson Delano Maybolt, President Urban Poverty Law Center
Monday, August 22, 2011
Urban Poverty Law Center Urges Maxine Waters To Chill
What happens when the government hates the people as much as the people hate the government? Waco, Ruby Ridge, Tim McVey, Stimulus packages to bail out fat cat bankers and Wall Street trading whores, QE1,2,3?, air travel restricted to those who comply with nudity or fondling by the TSA, and politicians like Representative Maxine Waters, who invited the 46% of Americans who pay her salary via taxes, to take a trip to visit her colleague and master, old Satan himself.
From a representative republic to a unrepresentative Kleptocracy in just over 200 years, the fall of the American way of life is now complete. All that is left is for someone to turn out the lights, and Obama's new EPA regulations against cross state pollution has threatened to do just that. His EPA plans to shutter 1/5 of our nation's coal fired generating plants. Electricity rates will necessarily skyrocket! What a fool!
The Tea Party must pray for relief to the only One Who keeps Maxine Waters and Satan in check. Could the veering off of the latest tropical storm away from Rush Limbaugh in Florida and straight for our vacationing Baritone in Chief on Martha's Vineyard be God's sign that he has not forsaken his little lambs here in America?
Is the grand American experiment in freedom not ending with this most remarkable fluke of presidential politics?
A man only elected by a majority of voters as the anti-Bush, Clinton fatigued, wow a clean well-spoken black man(Joe Biden's take) candidate who could charm the panties off a young Doris Day, and then be just as comfortable wearing them to the pizza parlor on Martha's vineyard, leaving Miss Day to wonder what just happened.
Today, we are all Miss Day. Barack Hussein Obama has all our underwear and we are unsure how this happened without us realizing it. Oh yeah, he promises to give them back, but we must all take a good look at them when we get them back before we try to wear them. Obama promised to fundamentally change America. He did.
He has taken our very foundations, our freedoms, our money, our choices and stolen them like an underwear thief in the night and most of us do not even realize we have gone commando. We are too busy raising families and working two jobs to notice his attack.
Our freedom to choose whether or not to buy medical insurance is gone. He chose to force us to buy it. Our freedom to earn a dollar today and save it secure in the knowledge it will be worth the same in three months let alone in 10 years is gone thanks to his goons at the Federal Reserve Bank and their printing presses.
Our freedom to educate our children with God in the school room has been taken from us with horrifying results. Flash mobs beating and robbing fellow citizens with callous disregard for our shared heritage and the Ten Commandments.
Our vote has been taken by him and his thugs at ACORN and others through voter intimidation and outright fraud. The Tea Party realizes we are back to "taxation without representation"! It pissed us off then and it pisses us off now.
Our borders have been taken from us as have the rights and privileges being a US citizen bestows. Walk across the border, can't speak English, no problemo, can't get a job, no problemo, want to vote even though not a citizen, no problemo!
Well, Mr. Obama, the Tea Party thinks we have a big problemo! And we showed your team what a warm up looked like in 2010. We were just clearing our throats in 2010. You ain't seen nothing yet.
You might as well reserve the moving vans now to haul you and your self-indulgent entourage out of the people's White House, not your house, not the Federal Reserve's house, not the bandits of Wall Street's house, and not Maxine Waters'house. To show you there are no hard feelings, the tea party will even pick up the tab for your move with a generous retirement for the rest of your life. Where, in retirement you can wow your big powerful friends,the titans of treason and the captains of crony-capitalism, making $500,000 a speech, spouting platitudes filled with empty rhetoric about how you almost fundamentally changed America!
It is the Tea Party's White House. We pay for it and we controlled its occupant until you began to steal the power of the vote. Shame on you, you know what you've done. Thief! A low down underwear thief!
Your welcome is waning. Your leadership is reckless. Your timing is out of sync. Anyway watch out for that hurricane. God works in mysterious ways. Pray that others are praying for and not against you. Our God is an awesome God.
Maybe you should attend church this weekend? And perhaps you should take that old sulphur spewing gas bag, Maxine Waters, with you.
Jackson Delano Maybolt, President, Urban Poverty Law Center
"Jack, you hate going to Church." Mother Maybolt, 1922-2008
A note to the SS: Never mind! JDM
From a representative republic to a unrepresentative Kleptocracy in just over 200 years, the fall of the American way of life is now complete. All that is left is for someone to turn out the lights, and Obama's new EPA regulations against cross state pollution has threatened to do just that. His EPA plans to shutter 1/5 of our nation's coal fired generating plants. Electricity rates will necessarily skyrocket! What a fool!
The Tea Party must pray for relief to the only One Who keeps Maxine Waters and Satan in check. Could the veering off of the latest tropical storm away from Rush Limbaugh in Florida and straight for our vacationing Baritone in Chief on Martha's Vineyard be God's sign that he has not forsaken his little lambs here in America?
Is the grand American experiment in freedom not ending with this most remarkable fluke of presidential politics?
A man only elected by a majority of voters as the anti-Bush, Clinton fatigued, wow a clean well-spoken black man(Joe Biden's take) candidate who could charm the panties off a young Doris Day, and then be just as comfortable wearing them to the pizza parlor on Martha's vineyard, leaving Miss Day to wonder what just happened.
Today, we are all Miss Day. Barack Hussein Obama has all our underwear and we are unsure how this happened without us realizing it. Oh yeah, he promises to give them back, but we must all take a good look at them when we get them back before we try to wear them. Obama promised to fundamentally change America. He did.
He has taken our very foundations, our freedoms, our money, our choices and stolen them like an underwear thief in the night and most of us do not even realize we have gone commando. We are too busy raising families and working two jobs to notice his attack.
Our freedom to choose whether or not to buy medical insurance is gone. He chose to force us to buy it. Our freedom to earn a dollar today and save it secure in the knowledge it will be worth the same in three months let alone in 10 years is gone thanks to his goons at the Federal Reserve Bank and their printing presses.
Our freedom to educate our children with God in the school room has been taken from us with horrifying results. Flash mobs beating and robbing fellow citizens with callous disregard for our shared heritage and the Ten Commandments.
Our vote has been taken by him and his thugs at ACORN and others through voter intimidation and outright fraud. The Tea Party realizes we are back to "taxation without representation"! It pissed us off then and it pisses us off now.
Our borders have been taken from us as have the rights and privileges being a US citizen bestows. Walk across the border, can't speak English, no problemo, can't get a job, no problemo, want to vote even though not a citizen, no problemo!
Well, Mr. Obama, the Tea Party thinks we have a big problemo! And we showed your team what a warm up looked like in 2010. We were just clearing our throats in 2010. You ain't seen nothing yet.
You might as well reserve the moving vans now to haul you and your self-indulgent entourage out of the people's White House, not your house, not the Federal Reserve's house, not the bandits of Wall Street's house, and not Maxine Waters'house. To show you there are no hard feelings, the tea party will even pick up the tab for your move with a generous retirement for the rest of your life. Where, in retirement you can wow your big powerful friends,the titans of treason and the captains of crony-capitalism, making $500,000 a speech, spouting platitudes filled with empty rhetoric about how you almost fundamentally changed America!
It is the Tea Party's White House. We pay for it and we controlled its occupant until you began to steal the power of the vote. Shame on you, you know what you've done. Thief! A low down underwear thief!
Your welcome is waning. Your leadership is reckless. Your timing is out of sync. Anyway watch out for that hurricane. God works in mysterious ways. Pray that others are praying for and not against you. Our God is an awesome God.
Maybe you should attend church this weekend? And perhaps you should take that old sulphur spewing gas bag, Maxine Waters, with you.
Jackson Delano Maybolt, President, Urban Poverty Law Center
"Jack, you hate going to Church." Mother Maybolt, 1922-2008
A note to the SS: Never mind! JDM
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Urban Poverty Law Center"s Take On Natural Born Obama
As a natural born citizen of the United States of America who was born in Humboldt, Tennessee of parents who were born in Jackson, Tennessee, mother, and father in Troy, Alabama, and since I have a birth certificate that states this and was delivered by Alan Truax, MD at 0430 am at St Mary's hospital, and I am over 35 years old, I am qualified to be president of the United States.
President Barak Hussein Obama, if that is his real name, could have been born in Washington DC and squirted out from between the legs of Abraham Lincoln at his magnificent memorial, and because his father, Barak Hussein Obama, Sr, is a Kenyan subject, he can never be eligible to be president of the United States under the condition that both parents must be citizens of the US to be considered a natural born citizen.
Who cares where this incredibly gifted reader of the teleprompter with the soothing baritone vocal box was born, be he the thin man from Hawaii or the slim man from Kenya or the thin man from Kalamazoo, he does not qualify----period!
The way I see it as soon as he signs legislation changing the United States Tax Code, I and every citizen of these great states can legally stop paying toll to the troll as the thin man from Hawaii, whose father was an African, on this we can ALL agree, is unqualified to make laws and we can all sit back and wait for all 150 million tax cases to work their way through our court systems. Meanwhile the Federal Reserve Bank will just have to print the money necessary to keep the wheels of Big Brother churning while Proud Mary keeps on Burning.
OUR LAWYERS AT THE URBAN POVERTY LAW CENTER STATE UNEQUIVOCALLY THAT BARAK HUSSEIN OBAMA IS NOT A NATURAL BORN US CITIZEN BY NATURE OF HIS BIRTH FATHER, WHO WAS AN AFRICAN NATIONAL. OUR LAWYERS FURTHER AGREE THAT THE BUSH TAX CUTS WILL BY NECESSITY REMAIN IN EFFECT FOR AS LONG AS OBAMA IS PRESIDENT AND FOR THIS REASON BELIEVE THAT IT IS IN OUR BEST INTEREST FOR HIM TO BE ELECTED TO A SECOND TERM.
WARNING: THESE OPINIONS ARE THOSE OF A STABLE OF HIGHLY TRAINED CONSTITUTIONAL LAWYERS WHO NEVER ATTENDED LAW SCHOOL NOR STUDIED THE CONSTITUTION, AND HAVE NEVER BEEN ADMITTED TO ANY STATE BAR TO PRACTICE LAW, BUT DON'T LET THAT CHANGE YOUR MIND ABOUT THEIR BRILLIANCE IN THE POLITICAL THEATER AS THEY ARE ALL LAWYERS AS MUCH AS THE CURRENT PRESIDENT IS A NATURAL BORN CITIZEN!
IF YOU HAVE BEEN INJURED OR HAVE TAKEN ASPIRIN, ACETAMINOPHEN, A BC POWDER, EVER EATEN A MOON PIE WITHOUT AN R-O-C COLA OR BEEN CUT OFF AT THE CHECK OUT COUNTER AT WAL-MART CALL US, YOU MAY BE ENTITLED TO COMPENSATION. IF YOUR DOG HAS EVER PISSED ON YOUR NEW CARPETS OR YOUR COW DIES FROM OLD AGE OR IF YOUR TOILET PAPER SEEMS TO IRRITATE YOUR BUMHO, CALL US AS YOU MAY BE ENTITLED TO COMPENSATION. WE ARE THE LAW OFFICES OF THE URBAN POVERTY LAW CENTER. IF YOU ARE OVER 50 AND CAN'T SEEM TO DO AS MUCH AS WHEN YOU WERE 20 CALL US AS YOU MIGHT BE ENTITLED TO COMPENSATION. IF YOU ARE OVER 50 AND RODE A BICYCLE WITHOUT A HELMET AS A YOUNGSTER AND RODE INTO THE CLOUDS OF SMOKE BILLOWING OUT BEHIND THE TRUCK SPRAYING DDT IN YOUR SMALL SOUTHERN TOWN CALL US AS YOU MAY BE ENTITLED TO COMPENSATION. IF YOUR ARE OVER 50 AND EVER THE RECIPIENT OF CORPORAL PUNISHMENT IN YOUR PUBLIC SCHOOL SYSTEM AND YOU WERE HUMILIATED IN FRONT OF THE CLASS WHEN YOU CRIED AFTER THE FOOTBALL COACH PADDLED YOU WITH HIS LARGE WOODEN PADDLE AND YOUR GIRL LEFT YOU FOR A TOUGHER GUY BECAUSE OF IT AND YOUR ONLY PAIR OF PANTS IN JUNIOR HIGH WERE PINK CORDAROY, CALL US YOU MIGHT BE ENTITLED TO COMPENSATION. IF YOU HAVE READ ANY OF THE WRITINGS OF JACKSON D. MAYBOLT, YOU ARE ENTITLED TO COMPENSATION BUT DON'T CALL US, WE WARNED YOU. IDIOTS! PHONE? WE DON'T HAVE NO STINKING PHONE!
JACKSON DELANO MAYBOLT , NBC, PRESIDENT UPLC
"Life is too short not to do what is right." Mother Maybolt, 1927-2008
President Barak Hussein Obama, if that is his real name, could have been born in Washington DC and squirted out from between the legs of Abraham Lincoln at his magnificent memorial, and because his father, Barak Hussein Obama, Sr, is a Kenyan subject, he can never be eligible to be president of the United States under the condition that both parents must be citizens of the US to be considered a natural born citizen.
Who cares where this incredibly gifted reader of the teleprompter with the soothing baritone vocal box was born, be he the thin man from Hawaii or the slim man from Kenya or the thin man from Kalamazoo, he does not qualify----period!
The way I see it as soon as he signs legislation changing the United States Tax Code, I and every citizen of these great states can legally stop paying toll to the troll as the thin man from Hawaii, whose father was an African, on this we can ALL agree, is unqualified to make laws and we can all sit back and wait for all 150 million tax cases to work their way through our court systems. Meanwhile the Federal Reserve Bank will just have to print the money necessary to keep the wheels of Big Brother churning while Proud Mary keeps on Burning.
OUR LAWYERS AT THE URBAN POVERTY LAW CENTER STATE UNEQUIVOCALLY THAT BARAK HUSSEIN OBAMA IS NOT A NATURAL BORN US CITIZEN BY NATURE OF HIS BIRTH FATHER, WHO WAS AN AFRICAN NATIONAL. OUR LAWYERS FURTHER AGREE THAT THE BUSH TAX CUTS WILL BY NECESSITY REMAIN IN EFFECT FOR AS LONG AS OBAMA IS PRESIDENT AND FOR THIS REASON BELIEVE THAT IT IS IN OUR BEST INTEREST FOR HIM TO BE ELECTED TO A SECOND TERM.
WARNING: THESE OPINIONS ARE THOSE OF A STABLE OF HIGHLY TRAINED CONSTITUTIONAL LAWYERS WHO NEVER ATTENDED LAW SCHOOL NOR STUDIED THE CONSTITUTION, AND HAVE NEVER BEEN ADMITTED TO ANY STATE BAR TO PRACTICE LAW, BUT DON'T LET THAT CHANGE YOUR MIND ABOUT THEIR BRILLIANCE IN THE POLITICAL THEATER AS THEY ARE ALL LAWYERS AS MUCH AS THE CURRENT PRESIDENT IS A NATURAL BORN CITIZEN!
IF YOU HAVE BEEN INJURED OR HAVE TAKEN ASPIRIN, ACETAMINOPHEN, A BC POWDER, EVER EATEN A MOON PIE WITHOUT AN R-O-C COLA OR BEEN CUT OFF AT THE CHECK OUT COUNTER AT WAL-MART CALL US, YOU MAY BE ENTITLED TO COMPENSATION. IF YOUR DOG HAS EVER PISSED ON YOUR NEW CARPETS OR YOUR COW DIES FROM OLD AGE OR IF YOUR TOILET PAPER SEEMS TO IRRITATE YOUR BUMHO, CALL US AS YOU MAY BE ENTITLED TO COMPENSATION. WE ARE THE LAW OFFICES OF THE URBAN POVERTY LAW CENTER. IF YOU ARE OVER 50 AND CAN'T SEEM TO DO AS MUCH AS WHEN YOU WERE 20 CALL US AS YOU MIGHT BE ENTITLED TO COMPENSATION. IF YOU ARE OVER 50 AND RODE A BICYCLE WITHOUT A HELMET AS A YOUNGSTER AND RODE INTO THE CLOUDS OF SMOKE BILLOWING OUT BEHIND THE TRUCK SPRAYING DDT IN YOUR SMALL SOUTHERN TOWN CALL US AS YOU MAY BE ENTITLED TO COMPENSATION. IF YOUR ARE OVER 50 AND EVER THE RECIPIENT OF CORPORAL PUNISHMENT IN YOUR PUBLIC SCHOOL SYSTEM AND YOU WERE HUMILIATED IN FRONT OF THE CLASS WHEN YOU CRIED AFTER THE FOOTBALL COACH PADDLED YOU WITH HIS LARGE WOODEN PADDLE AND YOUR GIRL LEFT YOU FOR A TOUGHER GUY BECAUSE OF IT AND YOUR ONLY PAIR OF PANTS IN JUNIOR HIGH WERE PINK CORDAROY, CALL US YOU MIGHT BE ENTITLED TO COMPENSATION. IF YOU HAVE READ ANY OF THE WRITINGS OF JACKSON D. MAYBOLT, YOU ARE ENTITLED TO COMPENSATION BUT DON'T CALL US, WE WARNED YOU. IDIOTS! PHONE? WE DON'T HAVE NO STINKING PHONE!
JACKSON DELANO MAYBOLT , NBC, PRESIDENT UPLC
"Life is too short not to do what is right." Mother Maybolt, 1927-2008
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Urban Poverty Law Center Comments On Libya
From what I can see as the President of the greatest Urban Poverty Law Center in the world, and a simple man who has to type with only one hand since John Deere deprived me of my other hand long, long, ago, this new policy of concentrating one's enemies then pretending to help them militarily against a common foe, is simply the most brilliant strategy since Nathan Bedford Forrest, and his "once you put the skire in them, keep it going," my accolades to President Barack Hussein Obama, IF that is your REAL name, and to his advisers who have knocked off more Al Quada in Libya acting as allies than in all of Afghanistan as enemies.
Brilliant!
Jackson Delano Maybolt, President Urban Poverty Law Center
"There is more than one way to skin a cat. At least on this we can all agree, right?" Mother Maybolt, 1920-2008
Brilliant!
Jackson Delano Maybolt, President Urban Poverty Law Center
"There is more than one way to skin a cat. At least on this we can all agree, right?" Mother Maybolt, 1920-2008
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Urban Poverty Law Center Letters To and From a Son of Bitch
A good friend's mother passed last week with metastatic renal cancer. He described her last days as wracked with pain. I have been wondering why pain with cancer? My thoughts follow.
Pain is useful in most situations. Touch a hot plate and pain sets the reflexive cascade of withdrawal from the source before your mind can comprehend what is happening. Sprain or break an ankle and you will not walk on the affected area to avoid pain. Allows for healing.
Swell a gallbladder and you will seek medical attention before it becomes gangrene. So pain is important in our lives.
What about the pain in cancer? Cancer spreads and compresses your normal tissues and stops your organs from functioning properly, nerves are irritated and pain, often horrible pain ensues.
Could pain be the key to letting the cancer patient know that it is time to die? The soul's home for its entire earthly existence has become hostile and unable to support life any further. Our desire to hang in there is instinctual and hard to shake unless the pain gives one the resolve and the realization that you must move on and that staying in your earthly shell is no longer a viable option. The soul eventually takes the hint and off we go.
When my sister drew her last breath her best friend and I were at her bedside watching and as she took the cosmic trip out of her body she vocalized a distinct "whew!" with her last exhalation.
Other observations and random thoughts. Many with cancer get hyper-clotting disorders and are prone to developing clots that can cause sudden death by closing off the blood supply from the heart to the lungs. Is this a relatively painless out in which the cancer patient could avoid the painful suffering of the final agony or just a freaky coincidence? I believe in the former.
When I was about 10 yrs old I feared death almost to a psychosis. My father, who was perhaps one of the brightest 1000 people ever born, allayed my fears when I confided in him my concerns.
"Daddy, I am afraid to die."
"Why?"
"I just am."
"Well, my boy, there is nothing to really be afraid of and I will explain it to you."
"OK."
"Try and think back to what it was like before you were born. What do you remember?"
"Well, I do not remember anything at all."
"Were you in pain? Hungry? Sad? Frightened?"
"No, daddy."
"Well, you see, there is nothing to worry about."
I was lucky I could ask my father about any number of subjects and he was so well read he would voice an opinion. Later in life I asked him why the years fly by when we get older and as children time was painfully slow when awaiting Christmas gifts for example.
"Time", he said, "is relative to the observer. By this I mean if you live from year one to year two, you have increased your time in this life by 100%. This same year to a 20 yr old is 5% and only 2% of a 50 yr old's time experience. Therefore time seems to speed up as you age."
It is as simple as that.
The Letter: Wednesday, 29 January 1992
Dear Jacky,
I have to tell you about the French Count I met, you already know this probably--met him at Stirling's who then owned Errol Flynn's old house in the hills, a neat little place, and Stirling's sister in law at the time was there and she had a date with the count and we were all having brunch and the count told his story:
He was in medical school in Paris, as a young man when came word his father was dead and that his inheritance was his. He and his brother shared a considerable fortune, and the Count dropped his books and took off his white coat and said goodbye to his envious fellow med students and began traveling--following his nose as it were.
He soon found himself in the forests of Siam as happy only a young multi-millionaire can be and he began seeing on his walks through the forest a beautiful native girl flitting among the trees and innocent of a stitch of clothing--totally naked.
This aroused his interest and by sign language and gifts of this and that (probably Mars Bars and Baby Ruths and such, If I had my guess) he made friends with this nubile vision of loveliness.
One thing lead to another. It just so happened that she was scheduled for a special sacred ceremony then part of that particular region's religion in which the priests crowned her queen of the May or something--it was the Strawberry Festival, in other words. And she was IT that year. But when they examined her they discovered that the Festival Queen who was supposed to be a VIRGIN was very pregnant.
It did not take them long to zero in on the Count and he was summarily sentenced to death by beheading. Proof he was not beheaded was there in Stirling's breakfast room on that sunny California morning. The French Embassy rescued him somehow. And no, he did not marry the girl or give the baby a name or anything noble like that. He just made tracks out of Dodge and NEVER went back.
After that he looked for a place to invest his money and lit upon very safe and profitable sugar plantations in Cuba. Stashed his money there and lived very, very comfortably for many years--with an income of in the neighborhood (back then) of more than $40,000 a month. He did not lack for a thing.
Then the blow fell by the name of Fidel. No more income. He repaired to Italy to his brother's villa and they discussed his problem. They had a contract drawn up giving the brother half of the Count's interest in the confiscated lands in Cuba in return for an income of $10,000 a month.
This considerably clipped the Count's wings. He could not frequent the casinos as before. He had to get rid of his houses and several of his cars and yachts and cut the salaries of all his mistresses, some of whom, of course, went on to greener and golder pastures--but--life was not as bad as all that. After all when one has at an early age been sentenced to death in the jungles of Siam, life on ten grand a month can have some savor left--if one is careful.
The next blow fell, though he did not at the time recognize it as a blow.
His brother died. Well, that was sad. But the first month came as months will, and the check(a la William M., if you will) did not appear. And so on--and finally the Count went to Italy and looked up the grieving widow, his sister-in-law, and said, about our contract the plantations in Cuba:
"Ah," said she, (I am sure she is D.'s double only older) "I don't need any sugar plantations--you may have back all my interests in them. Goodbye!"
She said this "Goodbye" with such a musical lilt I am sure it rings in his ear even today when (if he is still living) he subsists on $300 per month from "friends" and lives in Panama. I hope none of our bombs or bullets hit him. He was an elegant man.
Is that a good story? It is a true story. A real story. A lesson for all to attend. Never mind the nigger in the woodpile-- watch out for the WOMAN!
He had by the way been a buddy of Errol Flynn's and had been to that house many times before and had stayed there, but not necessarily for the brunches...
I will survive, I will. And you will always be my son. Nothing can change that--fortunately, unfortunately, however you may look at it--that deal is long since set. I am proud of you and happy for you and thought the story of the Count might amuse you.
As ever the Old Foo,
Dad
22, March 2011
Dear Dad,
I am amused by the story of the Count. I will be very careful in my dealings with women. I sure do like the way they look and smell. Is that just the hormones?
Give my best to the Count if you run into him again in your travels.
Love,
your son
Jacky
Jack D. Maybolt, President Urban Poverty Law Center
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