Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Urban Poverty Law Center, Untitled Ambivalance

I wake up from my nap and I have chest pains. I can not decide whether to go to my doctor. Can somebody please call me an ambivalence.

That is what I dream of when I sleep the furtive sleep of a life wasted on academics for 28 of my first 33 years. When I had my 33 rd birthday my father was fond of saying to me at every opportunity: "You do realize that Christ died at 33."

To which I replied, "Yeah." Then there was no follow up, just his cold statement at the age of Christ's death.

I still wonder why he said that. And now my nephews will wonder why I say it to them when they turn 33. The first is set to hit that mark next year. I cannot wait to spring this mind teaser on them... maybe they will understand what the reference was about. To me it was just like the cartoons in the New Yorker which never seemed funny to me when I was a child and looked at them.

Well, I got out of my emergency medical residency at age 33 and was in a way raised from the dead. The medical education system in America exacts a rather large chunk out of your life and you only realize you have not done anything but live, eat, sleep, breathe, and breed medicine for almost a decade by the time they are done with you. That was 25 years ago and I still hear songs from the 80's that were hits then for the first time now.

Two of my nephews are following in my path, one is out of medical school and is doing a medicine residency in Knoxville Tn, and the other has begun his third year of medical school at the University of Colorado in Denver. They are too busy to answer my calls. I will be able to catch up with them in another few years and we will have a lot to talk about. Poor Devils! They don't know whether Obama Care is going to take all the financial benefits away from the people who dedicate say 4/5ths of their first three and a half decades of life to care for the sick and injured in a caring and competent fashion.

This will not be the first time someone has decided that the other group makes too much money. Mark Twain said it best. "No man can stand success, another's that is."

So the politics of greed and envy are practiced with great zeal and fortissimo under our current bunch of Communist aggitators. I hope the good people who like the quality of care they now get in medicine have the good sense to turn these bastards out come November. Time will tell, now where is the number for that ambivalence?

Jackson Delano Maybolt, President Urban Poverty Law Center



Saturday, May 12, 2012

President Obama Is Un-American: Urban Poverty Law Center's Proof!

President Barack Hussein Obama is as Un-American as sour kraut. His administration is smelling more and more like the aging cabbage patches I was fond of avoiding in my misspent youth here in the USA. I can guarantee you President Obama has no clue what the reference to cabbage patches and smell refer to as well as his inability to recite even one verse of the Beverly Hillbillies theme song.

You see, he was not raised as an American. He was Indonesian reared in the 60's while Americans my age and older were being shot to death in the war in Vietnam. He did not grow up reciting the pledge of allegiance as we did and missed all those neat "duck and cover drills" in grade school, but he instead listened for the Muslim call to prayer and recalls this as "one of the most beautiful sounds". I personally like the Gilligan's Island theme music just as well. I''ll bet if they had a presidential debate where only American trivia was asked, Romney would clean his clock.

Hey, President Obama, is not one of us. His campaign tactics bear this out. His behavior is more like a Kenyan dictator than the President of the United States when his thugs call out for ridicule $1,000,000 contributors to Political Action Committees that back Romney. He has threatened the Supremes if they rule against his health care
kerfloffle.

Petulance and low class are his hallmarks. His first days in office saw the passage of the all important Tanning Tax, which was a direct assault on the pigmentedly challenged majority of US citizens and still gives Obama and Rev. Wright the giggles each time they bring it up. They call it the "Honky Tax". I call it racism, pure and simple, as evil as the poll tax enacted against the poor blacks in an effort to keep them from voting. I would not be surprised if even Eric Holder is in on the Tanning Tax joke. How utterly transparent of these princes of pigmentation. I would be ashamed.

The worst Un-American decisions by this Third Worlder's organization was to attack a private US citizen and seven others like him who happen to believe America's future would be better served by real American leadership. Frank VanderSloot has been called out by the thugs in Obama's committee to re-elect the president. Could you tell us when you plan to send in the machete welding outlaws to hack Mr. VanderSloot into submission? I bet you are waiting to see what is left after the IRS is done with him.

These tactics only reinforce our need to expunge your group of despots who are intent upon making America over in the image of the banana republics. These same poor banana republics where half of your gene pool simmered and slithered along in the heat of the dark continent for a million years only to be unleashed on America through happen-chance after a one night stand following a Russian studies class..... the rest is, as they say history, and the saddest moment in American History ever!

Hey, Mr. President, this ain't a third world country. I suggest you get started on your American Studies by watching all the episodes of "The Beverly Hillbillies" and "Gilligan's Island" little buddy so you can compete head to head with the real American in this election. We have been civilized here for well over 200 yrs and do not need your tinkering with our laws and customs. America's poorest are rich compared to your brothers in Kenya. Get over it. We already know about fresh water and dealing with sewage and you will be voted out along with your handlers in November.

You will fail in your attempt to divide us by race, religion, sex, wealth or party! We should have paid more attention the the founder's requirement for natural born citizenry than we did when you were elected. Thanks in no small part to you and your actions this oversight will not soon, if ever, be repeated in our country. We are on to you and what you stand for. Nice try, President Obama. As they say at the carnival, "Close, but no cigar!"

"Come and listen to a story about a man named Jed"......you know the rest, or do you?

Jackson Delano Maybolt, President, Urban Poverty Law Center

Thursday, May 10, 2012

Urban Poverty Law Center Awards First Ever Sheriff Of The Century To Sheriff Joe Arpaio Of Arizona

As President of the Urban Poverty Law Center it gives me great pleasure to award "Sheriff Of The Century" to one of America's greatest law enforcement officials of all time, Sheriff Joe Arpaio. This man needs no introduction and causes liberal bowels all over Washington DC and New York to explode with fits of farting interspersed with watery diarrhea with the very mention of his name. It is rumored he was abandoned as a young boy and raised by rattlesnakes in the Superstition Mountains. He is a true-blue law and order constitution respecting officer of the court.

He recently determined that President Barack Obama's birth certificate released in April of 2011 is a forgery. He has refused to allow illegal immigrants to overrun his county. He is being sued by Eric Holder, the worst US attorney general ever, for his refusal to let our country's borders be porous to those that would enter illegally. He has refused to cede his authority to the Federal Government and for his courageous stance against the limp wrist liberal commie-bastards who have infested our highest reaches of government, I honor him with this Award and a check for $500.

Sheriff Arpaio, millions of law abiding Americans applaud you for your courage to stand against this terrible institutional tyranny that has been focused on you like a liberal laser beam by these petulant pols who would be more at home in the former Soviet Union than here in America.

We all know why these people want millions of illegals here in America. It takes the vote away from the natives and aids in the implementation of their plan for the destruction of America. One World Government cannot proceed without America first being taken to her knees. It seems, my friend, that Sheriff Joe Arpaio, is one good man who refuses to stand by idly when bad men are making their move against America.

Joe, if I can call you that? Joe, millions of patriots are ready to stand with you and will pledge our lives, our fortunes and our sacred honors. This country is that important and we are proud to have a leader of your character and strength of will in these very troubling times. Hold on just a little longer, the tea party will vote these miscreants out of office on November 6, 2012, and we will hold our noses for the next 2 and a half months until this anti-American administration leaves Washington DC for ever.

It will take a lot of work to get all the traitorous bureaucrats out of this dysfunctional government, but it will be done. And then life will be good.

Congratulations Joe Arpaio, Sheriff of the Century!

Jackson Delano Maybolt, President Urban Poverty Law Center


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

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Lessons From A Wasted Life: Urban Poverty Law Center

I am not very smart in the classical sense. Oh sure, I have a PhD in something or other, but that is not where life is lived. Life must be outside the mind. It is getting dirty after a rain shower by taking a swim in your neighbor's freshly dug rose bed complete with footers. It is lying on the steps of the playground after a summer shower and have the warm water flowing off the solar heated asphalt and cascading off those steps to warm and delight you. It is pinching your 14 month old sister during church and offering to take her across the street to a lake to catch green turtles instead of listening to a sermon you can't understand when she gets fussy. It is spending time lying with your big dog on the front porch as you both take a nap when it is too hot to move around and play.

It is riding your bike fast down the hills in the local cemetery and crashing and laughing when you find to your amazement that it didn't hurt. It is loving the black woman who took care of you when your parents were off fighting, loving or what ever parents did when you were growing up. It is lying on the floor of your grandmother's Cadillac
automobile in the back to eek out any warmth from the hump in the middle that the drive shaft runs through. It is exploring the swamps and seeing many wonderful animals, carp, alligator gar, bream, bass, snakes, turtles, and frogs. It is swimming at the lake and being called out to shore every time a turtle swims across the cove by the woman who has a deathly fear of snakes. Then having to feign sincere gratitude for her saving your life for the fifth time that day.

It is sailing on a Star class sailboat with a father who drinks whiskey all day and has the good sense to let you drive the VW bug home at night while he naps when you are only 10 yrs old. He taught us to drive when we were six because he, being ahead of his time, knew he would need designated drivers before it became fashionable. Father's only weaknesses were whiskey and the ladies. Mother never got comfortable with that side of him. I am fond of saying that "My father was irresistible, and that is where I get my charm and good looks."

It is swimming with your siblings and father in that cove on a hot summer's afternoon, sliding your feet along the cool muddy bottom to find sharp muscles and then digging them up by the scores and looking for freshwater pearls and finding two in one day and giving them to a delighted mother.

It is also waking up to find the box turtle collection you had in the back yard in half a burn barrel destroyed when the surrogate baby sitter took the trash out at dusk, threw it on the turtles and dropped a match on it and burned them alive. It is the disappointment in chasing a baby sparrow too young to fly, around the playground and stepping on it with your big old five yr old feet and killing it, knowing you had broken a commandment and were going to hell. Only some kind words and counseling from the black babysitter saved that day and got me off my death bed.

Life is funny that way.

Jackson Delano Maybolt, President Urban Poverty Law Center

Sunday, May 6, 2012

Mitt R'Money: Urban Poverty Law Center To Advise On Tax Cutting

An article in Forbes Magazine about Mitt R'Money's vision for America verses that of our current President, starkly contrasts Obama's plan to raise taxes to unseen heights with Mitt's plan for an across the board 20% cut in all income tax rates. Big difference!

Mr. Mitt R'Money: please consider my proposal to have each working American work tax free 1 year in every five of their working career which would be better than a 20% tax cut because the productivity of those workers working for themselves would skyrocket! You are a fool if you do not propose this as a solution to our economic stagnation brought about by Obama's unenlightened grasp of economics 101.

I am not a vain man. I am a simple one with a PhD in Women's Studies from Radcliffe. My mother always wanted a girl and as the youngest of five sons, I was dressed and treated as the daughter she never had. Some say I am a bit effeminate and walk with the hint of a sashay, but it gets me where I want to go.

Jackson Delano Maybolt, President Urban Poverty Law Center

Thursday, May 3, 2012

Urban Poverty Law Center Offer: $10,000 Award To Midstream Photojournalist Pic Of Smoking Obama

We all know it. Why hide it? President Obama is a smoker. Is this news to anyone?

Is this another example of the liberal media unable to factually report on this beautiful man so as not to upset the already toppling apple cart? The cart is tipping from Obama's mealy mouthed pettiness and petulance and his communist leanings and yearnings for this country are not going over well with the natives.

I can understand hiding Woodrow Wilson's gambling habit from the public for the good of the public, and FDR's gimpy legs and his being wheelchair bound which would give some Americans cause for alarm knowing the president could not jump up and run when and if ever "Fire!" was shouted illegally in a crowded theater. And if the public had learned of JFK's need to plant his seed daily or he would suffer from severe headaches, how could little Johnny and little Suzy be kept from trying this headache remedy themselves?

But what I can not understand is what difference would a picture of 'Obama bin Smoking' make in the larger scheme of the world politique? He is not a very formidable photographic subject with his slight build and hairless chest. Not the sort of black man his late "typical white person" grandmother would even cross the street to avoid. He is an effete and effeminate man, in a Michael Jackson body with a beautiful a Barry White baritone voice. He should be playing "Chef" on South Park instead of leading the world's only superpower.

My offer is to award $10,000 cash to the best journalistic photograph of President Obama smoking a cigarette. These must be submitted with the negative so I have control over the print in its entirety. My contention is that he is so protected by his handlers there is not a chance this photograph could ever be made. We know he is doing it.

Maybe he could use the cigarette as a prop to make himself more manly like the Marlboro Man of the 60's who died of lung cancer in the 80's.

Bush thought. Does anyone doubt unflattering photo's would have been plastered all over the news if George W. Bush smoked just one cigarette?

This offer is good until he leaves office in January of 2013.

Prediction: if he looses in November he will smoke up the White House and party nightly at our expense like it is 1999. I wonder if it may be best to keep the results of the election secret and have security escort him out on January 21, 2013 to avoid all the messy partying.

I once had a tenant in a small farm house who stopped paying rent for 5 months and evictions in Colorado were impossible. It was worth the small fortune to get rid of them. I am afraid this is how the public will feel when this current lefty closet smoker departs for greener pastures.

Shouldn't a commie leave for redder pastures to keep our color codes consistent?

Jackson Delano Maybolt, president Urban Poverty Law Center

The blood and brain spattered Keffiyeh, the Arab headdress, worn by Osama Bin Laden when he got his "double tap" to the head was presented to President Obama by the Navy Seal Team 6. Rumor is Obama wears it around the White House at night when he smokes. JDM