I believe Donald Trump is America's answer to the Satan driven body politic which is destroying our country's moral fabric one law and regulation at a time. School prayer, Ten Commandments, abortion, gay marriage, climate change, and Trump has been tapped by angels to halt the Obama-Satan-Soros cabal which is Hell-bent on destroying Western Civilization. The Republican Elites who form the ruling class of ass monkeys fear this man and do not know whither this man, Donald Trump, garners his almost magical sway over the great unwashed voters in American society. What is his power? Where did he get it? Is it as some experts feel he derives his energy from Ancient Aliens, or is it a simpler answer and is his power derived from his courage to speak out about Illegal Aliens and other politically protected issues pampered by the giant press which lost its soul to corporate America and these world globalist who pay their salaries and set the tone deciding what is and is not to be reported in the news.
The Fox has choked on its bloody tampons. Allowing Rich Lowry to say Carly F. had castrated Donald T on MegGYN Kelly's Trump Bashing Hour on Fox News using the term "Balls" was beyond the pale pad. ABC has the View, I feel MeGYN Kelly's show on Fox should be called, "The Flow". She is an attractive intellectual who bleeds for her puppet master, Satan. Her disdain for Donald Trump is palpable. He is living rent free in her addled estrogen starved mind.
Trump is set to release his Tax plan for Making America Great Again. A Tax on consumption would be fair. Make it and keep it, spend it and send it. The Fair tax would capture the great underground economy allowing the black market to help fund our struggling politico's and its con artist parasites.
I have another proposal for Mr. Trump. If a legal enterprise or individual is forced out of business by a government regulation or law as we are seeing now with Obama's war on coal, all workers, owners, stock holders, bond owners must be compensated for lost value. Coal miners would receive pensions from Uncle Satan equal to wages paid their last year on the job for life. The money would come from the budget of the department whose regulation forced the business out of work. For example the EPA would be responsible for the coal miners and the coal-fired electrical plant shut down and pay its emloyee's and owners. The owners would retain ownership of the property with no restriction in its legal use in the future, but EPA would pay the company its profits yearly adjusted for inflation, of course. The workers are free to continue working without penalty and the pension is tax free and can be passed on to their children in perpituity. If unelected government regulators are going to make calls of eminent domain against free enterprise businesses in America they must be prepared to compensate the casualties their decisions produce.
Mr. Trump, Build Up That Wall!
Jackson Delano Maybolt, President Urban Poverty Law Center
Friday, September 25, 2015
Saturday, September 19, 2015
Musings And Random Thoughts Of Jackson Delano Maybolt, Your Wait Is Over. The Definition Of A Sandie.
I was fortunate enough to grow up in the rural South just after World War II, the child of two very talented people who married before they learned they hated each other. Thankfully alcohol was plentiful back then, and when my mother used to get mad at my brother and sister and I, we were only 18 and 14 months apart, she would scream, "You little bastards are lucky that alcohol was served at the parties we attended or you wouldn't be here!"
I was very young and she would often use the term bastard, in reference to us, and I was unable to conceptualize its meaning, at around 2.5 yrs old I felt sure a "bastard" might be the coffee cup advertised on the Maxwell House can which shows a cup tipped with a lonely drop of coffee spilling out. Hey I thought, it looks like a basket, maybe that is a bastard. I do not want to sully my mother's memory, for we were particularly mischievous children, and earned all her scorn. At bath time if left unattended, which we were, from time to time, my three year old brother and I would stand in the tub and kick our legs back and forth furiously splashing the water out onto the bathroom floor in such quantities it ran down the hall towards the kitchen. Children have a knack for picking up on bad words, ever notice that? Say "son of a bitch" in front of a toddler and see what his favorite new phrase becomes if you do not believe me.
Our corporate sponsor today is "Maxwell House Coffee, Good To The Last Drop"! From the edge of a bastard to your taste buds.
Our family settled in a small southern town in West Tennessee in 1958 where my mother got a job teaching school and father pursued his dream of writing. He was 30 yrs old with a wife and three kids and in-laws of means, who chipped in to help with the bills while he worked over a type writer in the back room of my grandfather's medical clinic. Middling success came three years later and he struck gold in 1965. During those early days we played with the poor whites, my mother dubbed, "Crappy-Landers" because they lived in small houses built on the edge of town by and for the poor.
We lived across the street from the elementary school playground, and were affluent enough to have a basketball. Each afternoon, a group of crappy-landers would knock on our door and ask if they could use our basketball. My brother and I agreed but only if we could play. They would agree and though they were 10 to 13 yr olds and we were only 5 and 6, they would play their game and every once in a great while pass my brother or me the ball and back away and let us take a wild shot. We formed many friendships during those times and if we were ever threatened by bullies at the local park, many older boys from crappy-land would come to our defense. We lived in a sweet spot in our little town.
One of the advantages of playing with the crappy-landers was the wonderful language you would pick up on the courts. Terms like "shit-ass, asshole, monkey-nuts, queer, peter-eater", were routinely bantered about along with God-Damn, and the f word. When I was 5 I recall asking an older crappy-lander what means f word, and when he told me "you put your peter in a girls hole and move it around until it squirts something into her." How could anybody do such a thing? I wrongly wondered. We grew up around kids who cussed like sailors, and we cussed routinely.
I recall an uncomfortable event when only 10 screaming at Sniffy Dupree, an aptly named fellow for his seasonal allergies condemned him to a constantly running nose which required a long sleeve shirt in the summer to wipe his lip followed by a long sniffing sound to ebb the copious flow of snot from poor little Sniffy, when he missed an easy pop fly while we were playing baseball in a pals back yard. My taunt at Sniffy follows: "God-damn-it, Sniffy catch the fucking ball!" My pals mother was at the back porch watching the game and when she heard my blasphemous taunt, she came out mad as hell.
"All right, boys if you are going to talk like that the game is over. Go home. Go home!" Everybody did not appreciate the language we acquired in our youth. Cussing is an under appreciated art form. Not everybody can do it. But I could. It came quite naturally to me. It still pours out of my throat with little effort and very little concern.
There were many nicknames given kids back then with no regards to political correctness. There was a kid with simian qualities about his face and his moniker was "Monkey". Everybody called him "Monkey" even his mother called him this and there were no hard feelings. He was a year older than me and decided to beat me up after school one day for sport for I was a small child, but my older brother saw it unfolding and he was big and loved to stomp people for the slightest provocation and he came over and bloodied Monkey's nose. I never had another problem with Monkey after that.
I have always been lucky like that.
I have not been active here because I have been busy working the farm and flying airplanes hither and yon. I got my private pilots license in 1988 and flew regularly for about 16 yrs and gave it up for Lent one year and came back to it a couple of years ago. I have become comfortable with flying after a 10 year absence only recently. I have had a plane for 18 months now and have flown a lot in the past few months. I recommend flying highly. It is a beautiful way to travel, but respect for gravity and weather is an absolute. I have survived flying into a snow storm at night in Wyoming without an instrument rating in a small single engine aircraft near a 11,400ft mountain. Never did that again, which is probably why you are reading this today.
I have been thinking about the trouble in the Middle East, with the refugees. Strange most of the pics coming out of Europe show military aged males pouring over the borders. Is it an invasion of Europe? I believe it is. Is the mess stirred up in the ME by our leaders with its seemingly unintended consequence of a massive migration of a conquering army sent to disrupt the European economy which will only serve to strengthen the US Dollar and keep our federal bankers spewing money out like hot ash from Mt Vesuvius? Follow the geopolitical fallout. I think this was the plan all along.
Nothing is happenstance.
Personally if I was a European I would not allow any military aged single man into my country because it is begging for trouble. The trouble with the Middle East is that sooner or later your run out of goats. They have run out of goats and this will be an horrific nightmare for the Europeans.
I have coined a term for these Middle Eastern Military aged males who could be called "Sandies" and their female counterparts "Sandra's". It is not intended to be harsh and it may or may not stick. But I feel it has possibilities. I toyed with "Kneelers" but thought it too politically incorrect.
My last great thought pertains to the Washington Redskins and its name brouhaha which is the latest liberal bastard poster child looking for a solution. Change the name from Washington Redskins to Washington's Fighting Imams.
Jackson Delano Maybolt, President Urban Poverty Law Center
I was very young and she would often use the term bastard, in reference to us, and I was unable to conceptualize its meaning, at around 2.5 yrs old I felt sure a "bastard" might be the coffee cup advertised on the Maxwell House can which shows a cup tipped with a lonely drop of coffee spilling out. Hey I thought, it looks like a basket, maybe that is a bastard. I do not want to sully my mother's memory, for we were particularly mischievous children, and earned all her scorn. At bath time if left unattended, which we were, from time to time, my three year old brother and I would stand in the tub and kick our legs back and forth furiously splashing the water out onto the bathroom floor in such quantities it ran down the hall towards the kitchen. Children have a knack for picking up on bad words, ever notice that? Say "son of a bitch" in front of a toddler and see what his favorite new phrase becomes if you do not believe me.
Our corporate sponsor today is "Maxwell House Coffee, Good To The Last Drop"! From the edge of a bastard to your taste buds.
Our family settled in a small southern town in West Tennessee in 1958 where my mother got a job teaching school and father pursued his dream of writing. He was 30 yrs old with a wife and three kids and in-laws of means, who chipped in to help with the bills while he worked over a type writer in the back room of my grandfather's medical clinic. Middling success came three years later and he struck gold in 1965. During those early days we played with the poor whites, my mother dubbed, "Crappy-Landers" because they lived in small houses built on the edge of town by and for the poor.
We lived across the street from the elementary school playground, and were affluent enough to have a basketball. Each afternoon, a group of crappy-landers would knock on our door and ask if they could use our basketball. My brother and I agreed but only if we could play. They would agree and though they were 10 to 13 yr olds and we were only 5 and 6, they would play their game and every once in a great while pass my brother or me the ball and back away and let us take a wild shot. We formed many friendships during those times and if we were ever threatened by bullies at the local park, many older boys from crappy-land would come to our defense. We lived in a sweet spot in our little town.
One of the advantages of playing with the crappy-landers was the wonderful language you would pick up on the courts. Terms like "shit-ass, asshole, monkey-nuts, queer, peter-eater", were routinely bantered about along with God-Damn, and the f word. When I was 5 I recall asking an older crappy-lander what means f word, and when he told me "you put your peter in a girls hole and move it around until it squirts something into her." How could anybody do such a thing? I wrongly wondered. We grew up around kids who cussed like sailors, and we cussed routinely.
I recall an uncomfortable event when only 10 screaming at Sniffy Dupree, an aptly named fellow for his seasonal allergies condemned him to a constantly running nose which required a long sleeve shirt in the summer to wipe his lip followed by a long sniffing sound to ebb the copious flow of snot from poor little Sniffy, when he missed an easy pop fly while we were playing baseball in a pals back yard. My taunt at Sniffy follows: "God-damn-it, Sniffy catch the fucking ball!" My pals mother was at the back porch watching the game and when she heard my blasphemous taunt, she came out mad as hell.
"All right, boys if you are going to talk like that the game is over. Go home. Go home!" Everybody did not appreciate the language we acquired in our youth. Cussing is an under appreciated art form. Not everybody can do it. But I could. It came quite naturally to me. It still pours out of my throat with little effort and very little concern.
There were many nicknames given kids back then with no regards to political correctness. There was a kid with simian qualities about his face and his moniker was "Monkey". Everybody called him "Monkey" even his mother called him this and there were no hard feelings. He was a year older than me and decided to beat me up after school one day for sport for I was a small child, but my older brother saw it unfolding and he was big and loved to stomp people for the slightest provocation and he came over and bloodied Monkey's nose. I never had another problem with Monkey after that.
I have always been lucky like that.
I have not been active here because I have been busy working the farm and flying airplanes hither and yon. I got my private pilots license in 1988 and flew regularly for about 16 yrs and gave it up for Lent one year and came back to it a couple of years ago. I have become comfortable with flying after a 10 year absence only recently. I have had a plane for 18 months now and have flown a lot in the past few months. I recommend flying highly. It is a beautiful way to travel, but respect for gravity and weather is an absolute. I have survived flying into a snow storm at night in Wyoming without an instrument rating in a small single engine aircraft near a 11,400ft mountain. Never did that again, which is probably why you are reading this today.
I have been thinking about the trouble in the Middle East, with the refugees. Strange most of the pics coming out of Europe show military aged males pouring over the borders. Is it an invasion of Europe? I believe it is. Is the mess stirred up in the ME by our leaders with its seemingly unintended consequence of a massive migration of a conquering army sent to disrupt the European economy which will only serve to strengthen the US Dollar and keep our federal bankers spewing money out like hot ash from Mt Vesuvius? Follow the geopolitical fallout. I think this was the plan all along.
Nothing is happenstance.
Personally if I was a European I would not allow any military aged single man into my country because it is begging for trouble. The trouble with the Middle East is that sooner or later your run out of goats. They have run out of goats and this will be an horrific nightmare for the Europeans.
I have coined a term for these Middle Eastern Military aged males who could be called "Sandies" and their female counterparts "Sandra's". It is not intended to be harsh and it may or may not stick. But I feel it has possibilities. I toyed with "Kneelers" but thought it too politically incorrect.
My last great thought pertains to the Washington Redskins and its name brouhaha which is the latest liberal bastard poster child looking for a solution. Change the name from Washington Redskins to Washington's Fighting Imams.
Jackson Delano Maybolt, President Urban Poverty Law Center
Saturday, July 25, 2015
Urban Poverty Law Center Founds NAACP: Not That One, This One's Better.
Most Americans who were privileged baby boomers, conceived, born, and raised by the greatest generation of Americans who fought their way through the depression bought on by FDR and then a world war with Hitler and Hirohito have grown up with news from the NAACP, or N double A C P, which we all know and love as the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People. I believe former Senator Robert Byrd, may he rest in pieces, was on the advisory board when the Association coined its name. As you may or may not know Senator Byrd was a Grand Kegel in the West Virginia Klu Klux Klan. But that is an irrelevant fact. Even Klansmen can be great Senators and White Supremacy should not disqualify one from seeking and gaining public office, as long as they can compartmentalize and not mention too often on the senate floor "I have known many white niggers". We are a melting pot here in America as the liberal media is fond of quoting and there is room for everybody but for those without a voice.
Of course I am speaking of Americans as yet unborn, or the AAYU. It is with great pleasure and excitement I announce the formation of a new NAACP. I hope the colored people will not try to stop my new foundation. I know most of you readers are wondering what could it be?
I will cut to the chafe. It is the National Association for the Abortion of Certain Peoples. Planned Parenthood, like Obamacare is here to stay. These are the laws of the land. We may as well make the best of them. Pro-life groups have fought to over turn Roe V Wade for nearly forty years with no success. It is time to accept abortion and use it to our advantage. As a member of National Association for the Abortion of Certain Peoples you will be able to vote on which peoples should be aborted. Of course we will not be able to discriminate based on race, religion, social status, political beliefs, or sexual orientation, openly, but you and I know this is just a lie.
About right now you are wondering what can the NAACP do for you and society as a whole? Well for one each woman who desires an abortion would have to apply to our board for permission to abort. She will be required to fill out a questionnaire. I believe the questions she must answer before obtaining an Abortion Sanctioned by the NAACP include but are not limited to:
1. Your Race White Black Hispanic Middle Eastern Asian Native American
2. Your Religion Christian Jew Mormon Muslim Other
3. Race of Father (if known) W B H ME A NA Don't Know
4. How long have your people lived in America? less than one year, less than 3 yrs, less than 10 years, less than 30 years, less than 60 years, greater than 60 years
5. Do you have any 1st degree relatives who are Gay? Y N
6. Have you or any member of your family paid income taxes, ever? Y N
7. If you have a car do you have a bumper sticker with Obama or Hillary for President? Y N
8. Have you ever used the term Honky in a derogatory fashion. Y N
9. Do you consider "Crackers" something you crumble into your soup? Y N
10. Do you think the "knock-out game" should be a national sport? Y N
11. Did your father live in the home with your mother? Y N
12. Do you smoke crack cocaine? Y N
13. Do you want your baby parts sold for medical research? Y N
14. Do your believe in God? Y N
15. Do you go to bed after mid-night and get up at noon? Y N
16. Are you sure you want an abortion? Y N
That's it for today. Tomorrow I will probably not write about the disinterment of Nathan Bedford Forrest in Memphis by the NetRoots Pukes. What the hell is going on here?
I dare say the nation's poor are worse off than the slaves of by gone eras. A good slave would bring $500 to $2000 in the day, now you can't get 50 cents for a poor person. And remember, a slave, though not free to change jobs or make important life decisions, earned a living wage with food, clothing, shelter, and health care all at no cost but his or her labor. Hey I am not saying it was all sunshine and lolly pops, but it was better than many alternatives.
To join the new NAACP contact my secretary, Susan Blunderdoss, at my office. You know the number.
Jackson Delano Maybolt, President Urban Poverty Law Center Founder of National Association for the Abortion of Certain Peoples
Of course I am speaking of Americans as yet unborn, or the AAYU. It is with great pleasure and excitement I announce the formation of a new NAACP. I hope the colored people will not try to stop my new foundation. I know most of you readers are wondering what could it be?
I will cut to the chafe. It is the National Association for the Abortion of Certain Peoples. Planned Parenthood, like Obamacare is here to stay. These are the laws of the land. We may as well make the best of them. Pro-life groups have fought to over turn Roe V Wade for nearly forty years with no success. It is time to accept abortion and use it to our advantage. As a member of National Association for the Abortion of Certain Peoples you will be able to vote on which peoples should be aborted. Of course we will not be able to discriminate based on race, religion, social status, political beliefs, or sexual orientation, openly, but you and I know this is just a lie.
About right now you are wondering what can the NAACP do for you and society as a whole? Well for one each woman who desires an abortion would have to apply to our board for permission to abort. She will be required to fill out a questionnaire. I believe the questions she must answer before obtaining an Abortion Sanctioned by the NAACP include but are not limited to:
1. Your Race White Black Hispanic Middle Eastern Asian Native American
2. Your Religion Christian Jew Mormon Muslim Other
3. Race of Father (if known) W B H ME A NA Don't Know
4. How long have your people lived in America? less than one year, less than 3 yrs, less than 10 years, less than 30 years, less than 60 years, greater than 60 years
5. Do you have any 1st degree relatives who are Gay? Y N
6. Have you or any member of your family paid income taxes, ever? Y N
7. If you have a car do you have a bumper sticker with Obama or Hillary for President? Y N
8. Have you ever used the term Honky in a derogatory fashion. Y N
9. Do you consider "Crackers" something you crumble into your soup? Y N
10. Do you think the "knock-out game" should be a national sport? Y N
11. Did your father live in the home with your mother? Y N
12. Do you smoke crack cocaine? Y N
13. Do you want your baby parts sold for medical research? Y N
14. Do your believe in God? Y N
15. Do you go to bed after mid-night and get up at noon? Y N
16. Are you sure you want an abortion? Y N
That's it for today. Tomorrow I will probably not write about the disinterment of Nathan Bedford Forrest in Memphis by the NetRoots Pukes. What the hell is going on here?
I dare say the nation's poor are worse off than the slaves of by gone eras. A good slave would bring $500 to $2000 in the day, now you can't get 50 cents for a poor person. And remember, a slave, though not free to change jobs or make important life decisions, earned a living wage with food, clothing, shelter, and health care all at no cost but his or her labor. Hey I am not saying it was all sunshine and lolly pops, but it was better than many alternatives.
To join the new NAACP contact my secretary, Susan Blunderdoss, at my office. You know the number.
Jackson Delano Maybolt, President Urban Poverty Law Center Founder of National Association for the Abortion of Certain Peoples
Friday, June 26, 2015
Urban Poverty Law Center Asks: Where have all the States Gone?
The Supreme Court in a 5 to 4 ruling has defined "State" to be interchangeable with "Federal Government" in its King v Burwell ruling. This gives life to the 6 million of 350 million Americans, both documented and undocumented citizens, who signed up for the bogus health care insurance under the Affordable Health Care Act. It is not real insurance if one has a $6,500 deductible written into the policy. It is a tax for the masters in Washington to spend in the slipshod fashion they and we have sadly become accustom. We are out of money folks. The fat lady is singing. The republic is dying and the scramble is on to let the pieces fall where they may. Anarchy will try its disorganized approach but will be rebuked. Commies will come out of the closets once reserved for sexual practices banned in Tulsa and try their top down heavy hand approach but will fail, the current politician's take-all policies are wearing thin on the 45% in the country who are stupid enough to work for a wage above ground and who are systematically being fleeced by confiscatory taxation and regulations which are ever more complex and expensive with which to comply.
The EPA visits a mining operation in Alaska's Yukon in full Swat mode and demands the owners to take turbidity samples of the waters used to wash the dirt off the gold and send them in weekly or be Shot? Is that the message these bigger than life Rambo wanna bees are sending. The EPA expects water not to get a little dirt in it when it rains. What are they thinking? If only we had been here the Grand Canyon would have been but a grand mesa!
The sooner the people in Washington accept certain facts the better off Americans will be.
Fact one: As a government employee, you serve at the pleasure of the people. You are our servants. If I come to your office and want a bottle of water, you sure as hell better be hoping up and fetching it for me. I paid for you and that bottle of water your office has stocked for you. Attitudes now pervasive among you and your ill-advised executives are not healthy. You are a drone and the people are the queen bees, not the other way around. The hives are sick owing to your policies.
Fact two: Biting the hands that feeds you is poor policy for dogs, and other government workers.
Fact three: No government lasts forever. Pensions like GM Bonds are only as secure as the paper it is written upon.
Fact four: Corruption in government is spilling into the public eye. The sheep are bleating when outliers like Bill and Hillary Clinton can fund anything but charity with a bogus Foundation. Hillary can flaunt the law with her use of personal email accounts for her tenure as SOS. Her pay for play as SOS with deals like Swedes paying the foundation $18 million to look the other way with their illegal trading with Iran, and the $100 million the foundation was given before the sale of our uranium to Russian interests was approved by state is the just the tip of the perverbial Titanic, if you will. What pay for play deals have Willie, Hillie, and Chelsea hatched for our republic should she seek and gain the highest executive office in the land or worse a lifetime appointment as Supreme court chief justice.
The supreme court is able to make and break laws willy-nilly. Chief Justice Roberts is loose with the law and its interpretation. He is a fool. Bush's folly.
Finally, I suspect, the Clinton Foundation will have a net worth of what our debt will be after 8 years of the corrupt second failed Clinton presidency. National debt, $36 trillion. Clinton Foundation net assets $36 trillion.
It is painful for me to write this for it spells the end of the two party system. The only two parties left in America are the takers (government) and the producers, the 45, and shrinking everyday.
Someday soon there will be no one left to take from. Put that in your pension plan! Americans will adapt and go back to barter and trade and live the simple life. And then people like the Clintons will not be able to buy a box of kleenex with the trillions they have stolen by parlaying government privilege illegally.
Jackson Delano Maybolt, President Urban Poverty Law Center
The EPA visits a mining operation in Alaska's Yukon in full Swat mode and demands the owners to take turbidity samples of the waters used to wash the dirt off the gold and send them in weekly or be Shot? Is that the message these bigger than life Rambo wanna bees are sending. The EPA expects water not to get a little dirt in it when it rains. What are they thinking? If only we had been here the Grand Canyon would have been but a grand mesa!
The sooner the people in Washington accept certain facts the better off Americans will be.
Fact one: As a government employee, you serve at the pleasure of the people. You are our servants. If I come to your office and want a bottle of water, you sure as hell better be hoping up and fetching it for me. I paid for you and that bottle of water your office has stocked for you. Attitudes now pervasive among you and your ill-advised executives are not healthy. You are a drone and the people are the queen bees, not the other way around. The hives are sick owing to your policies.
Fact two: Biting the hands that feeds you is poor policy for dogs, and other government workers.
Fact three: No government lasts forever. Pensions like GM Bonds are only as secure as the paper it is written upon.
Fact four: Corruption in government is spilling into the public eye. The sheep are bleating when outliers like Bill and Hillary Clinton can fund anything but charity with a bogus Foundation. Hillary can flaunt the law with her use of personal email accounts for her tenure as SOS. Her pay for play as SOS with deals like Swedes paying the foundation $18 million to look the other way with their illegal trading with Iran, and the $100 million the foundation was given before the sale of our uranium to Russian interests was approved by state is the just the tip of the perverbial Titanic, if you will. What pay for play deals have Willie, Hillie, and Chelsea hatched for our republic should she seek and gain the highest executive office in the land or worse a lifetime appointment as Supreme court chief justice.
The supreme court is able to make and break laws willy-nilly. Chief Justice Roberts is loose with the law and its interpretation. He is a fool. Bush's folly.
Finally, I suspect, the Clinton Foundation will have a net worth of what our debt will be after 8 years of the corrupt second failed Clinton presidency. National debt, $36 trillion. Clinton Foundation net assets $36 trillion.
It is painful for me to write this for it spells the end of the two party system. The only two parties left in America are the takers (government) and the producers, the 45, and shrinking everyday.
Someday soon there will be no one left to take from. Put that in your pension plan! Americans will adapt and go back to barter and trade and live the simple life. And then people like the Clintons will not be able to buy a box of kleenex with the trillions they have stolen by parlaying government privilege illegally.
Jackson Delano Maybolt, President Urban Poverty Law Center
Wednesday, April 29, 2015
Baltimore, New Methods To Battle The Riots: WWJD?
The police forces in America and the politicians are currently wrestling with what to do to protect the citizen's right to free speech and personal property and how to walk the walk along that precarious line.
WWJD? What Would Jack Do?
Jack would add water to the flammable conditions as soon as the first rock was thrown.. call in a water tanker air strike like those used to dump water on forest fires and load the tanker with water and an indelible dye, hunter safety orange, which stains clothing hair, and skin to mark the protestors until their skin rejuvenated and casted off the dye giving police and the public a chance to identify the protestors for up to a month later, and provide a scarlet letter so to speak, that law abiding citizens could tell who was and who was not in the riots.
A little public humiliation may be in order. And the police could take their time rounding up the participants for some community service programs until the dye rears off.
This is what Jack would do. And a wet cell phone does not twitter good or evil!
Jackson Delano Maybolt, President Urban Poverty Law Center
Saturday, April 25, 2015
The Clintons Are An American Political Criminal Enterprise. Where is the Controlling Legal Authority? The Code For Hillary For President Logo Broken! H> = ? Read It Here, First!
That a couple of baby boomers, one a yankee, carpetbagging, and alleged carpet munching, harpy who hooks up with the affable son of an alcoholic share cropper and a friendly nurse, and with Yale Law degrees in hand can drift back to the back woods of Arkansas and land in the White House 20 years later, is the stuff of the American Dream. But what these two have made of their dreams, is now fast becoming our American nightmare.
Of course I and writing of the Clintons. That jug-headed, lovable lout with his infamous spurting pocket shark which has found its way in and out of more tight places than Houdini, William Jefferson Clinton, and his enabler, the shrill, jug-butted, detestable, yankee lawyer, who is running for president, Hillary Diane Rodham Clinton. These two have set the new standard for corruption and greed in American Politics.
That Eric Holder would settle for only a million and a half dollars a week as a security guard for JPiss Morgan and Chaffe Bank is small potatoes. He needs to aim higher. Where is the affirmative action? Where is the fairness? Where is Eric Holder's greed on the greed meter? It barely moves the needle compared to the Clintons.
The Clinton Foundation rests on the premise of charity. They generate billions in contributions from all over the world to help others less fortunate buy and corner the production of the world's uranium mines, or gain a lucrative government contract to provide water at an international meeting of diabetics, or supply ISIS with weapons they have no business operating, such as surface to air missiles which could down an airliner from 35 thousand feet. Or give Nancy Pelosi's husband, as an aside, is it me or is she looking more and more pinched, like Michael Jackson, after too much plastic surgery?, the exclusive rights to 19.5 billion dollar in federal property sales in California and a billion dollar commission for the sale. It was a no bid contract so I guess that is fair.*
And the band played on. And the government will investigate and find no corruption and it will be corruption as usual in the halls of congress, in the judiciary and the executive branches.
Now to answer the critics, Brian Fallon, spokesman for the H>** campaign states in his press release, "There is not a shred of evidence presented of any wrong doings by the Clintons nor its foundation." The Clinton's personal internet server could not be reached for its comment.
Enough is enough. Time to shut the criminal enterprise of Clinton and Clinton down before somebody gets hurt. How many nuclear bombs will be made from the uranium the Clintons enabled Russia to obtain and will be used against us and our allies?
One would be too many.
One final thought, could the Clintons be Ethel and Julian Rosenberg reincarnated and exacting revenge on the Americans for executing them for giving the USSR the nuclear secrets?
Jackson Delano Maybolt, President Urban Poverty Law Center
* The billion dollar real estate payola could be to Mr. Diane Feinstein, but it makes no difference to us here in fly over country, political corruption and greed be it Pelosi, Clinton or Feinstein cheats us all.
** I have broken the code for the Hillary for President logo, H>, it means "Hillary's Vajaja"> That is a fresh marketing idea if I ever saw one. Marketing Idea, not a Vajaja. And as a final thought you should never, ever get into a political fight with a campaign that buys feminine hygiene products by the truck load. It will turn out badly for you.
Of course I and writing of the Clintons. That jug-headed, lovable lout with his infamous spurting pocket shark which has found its way in and out of more tight places than Houdini, William Jefferson Clinton, and his enabler, the shrill, jug-butted, detestable, yankee lawyer, who is running for president, Hillary Diane Rodham Clinton. These two have set the new standard for corruption and greed in American Politics.
That Eric Holder would settle for only a million and a half dollars a week as a security guard for JPiss Morgan and Chaffe Bank is small potatoes. He needs to aim higher. Where is the affirmative action? Where is the fairness? Where is Eric Holder's greed on the greed meter? It barely moves the needle compared to the Clintons.
The Clinton Foundation rests on the premise of charity. They generate billions in contributions from all over the world to help others less fortunate buy and corner the production of the world's uranium mines, or gain a lucrative government contract to provide water at an international meeting of diabetics, or supply ISIS with weapons they have no business operating, such as surface to air missiles which could down an airliner from 35 thousand feet. Or give Nancy Pelosi's husband, as an aside, is it me or is she looking more and more pinched, like Michael Jackson, after too much plastic surgery?, the exclusive rights to 19.5 billion dollar in federal property sales in California and a billion dollar commission for the sale. It was a no bid contract so I guess that is fair.*
And the band played on. And the government will investigate and find no corruption and it will be corruption as usual in the halls of congress, in the judiciary and the executive branches.
Now to answer the critics, Brian Fallon, spokesman for the H>** campaign states in his press release, "There is not a shred of evidence presented of any wrong doings by the Clintons nor its foundation." The Clinton's personal internet server could not be reached for its comment.
Enough is enough. Time to shut the criminal enterprise of Clinton and Clinton down before somebody gets hurt. How many nuclear bombs will be made from the uranium the Clintons enabled Russia to obtain and will be used against us and our allies?
One would be too many.
One final thought, could the Clintons be Ethel and Julian Rosenberg reincarnated and exacting revenge on the Americans for executing them for giving the USSR the nuclear secrets?
Jackson Delano Maybolt, President Urban Poverty Law Center
* The billion dollar real estate payola could be to Mr. Diane Feinstein, but it makes no difference to us here in fly over country, political corruption and greed be it Pelosi, Clinton or Feinstein cheats us all.
** I have broken the code for the Hillary for President logo, H>, it means "Hillary's Vajaja"> That is a fresh marketing idea if I ever saw one. Marketing Idea, not a Vajaja. And as a final thought you should never, ever get into a political fight with a campaign that buys feminine hygiene products by the truck load. It will turn out badly for you.
Sunday, April 12, 2015
Hillary Clinton's Big Declaration Expected Today: Fawning Media Tremble With Excitement!
Today is the day we have all been waiting for. Hillary Clinton is finally going to make it official. She still covets our nation's highest executive office, the presidency of the United States of America.
Cue the music. "Don't Stop Thinking About Tomorrow!" Don't Stop!
Maybe a better song would be that Sinatra tune, "I had it my way"? And if you think about it, Hillary has had all the wonderful things an American woman can have handed to her on a silver platter.
She rode WJC all the way to the Whitehouse and was co-president until her heavy ham-fisted attempt at Obamacare was exposed as the clap-trap it turned into where she and Bill were rejected by 4/5 of the nation in a sweep of congress in 1994, thank you Newt.
After this humiliating defeat Hillary laid low squelching bimbo eruption after bimbo eruption until Monica's Mouth spilled Bill's beans and genes on that blue dress during that fantastic oral Oval office encounter, without which the Clinton's lying lies would have saved them from the disgrace of an impeachment and his subsequent disbarment.
Sometimes the smallest detail trips up great men and women and saves a nation from its fools. Think Al Gore and his stupid condemnation of guns in America and the second amendment, and losing his election to Bush. A few votes gone here and there can really make a difference in a tight race.
As I ponder her motivation to seek the office I am perplexed. Is she a woman scorned by rejection, first her father, then her husband, then her party when it threw her bowling pin shaped form overboard for that thin brown man from Illinois with the golden vocal cords and a talent for reading teleprompters?
Shakespere said it "Nothing blah blah, like a woman scorned!" My more literate friends can fill in the blah blahs.
Hillary Clinton is a power to be reckoned with. She is ruthless. She is cunning. She is a better candidate in her head than in real life. She is not completely human. She has a coldness about her that puts voters off. She cackles when she laughs. A laugh that one might more closely associate with a witch than a president.
Perhaps one debate can have the candidates all on stage listening to the best comics and Americans could judge them by the character of their laughter.
Do not mock me, this is probably just as good a reason for selecting a president as listening to all those canned speeches to the phony questions flipped up at the candidates like fish to barking seals by the liberal debate moderators.
Hillary has no empathy. "I cannot save every underfunded small business from bankrupcy!" She shrieked when questioned about the impact her health plan would have on small businesses. Voters really want someone like themselves to whom they can relate. This is why Barack Obama got 97% of the black vote.
Anyway, my insider at the Clinton campaign who launders Huma Bedowin's undergarments in Woolite, has informed me they had hoped to bring out the campaign a week or two earlier, but the server for the campaign had to be wiped clean due to the most recent Hillary Clinton hubbub.
Now they have a new server in place and ready for the campaign.
Money, servers, handlers, laugh coaching, limited exposure, even a my turn entitlement, will not let this powerful driven woman in the one position she has coveted all her adult life. Nevermind that she is not qualified. She cannot win because she is flawed. No amount of make-up or plastic surgery can hide the faults.
Just by being Hillary Clinton she has taken herself out as a viable contender. When she is held up to the bright light of a campaign, her flaws and phoniness scream warnings to the voters.
There is something about Hillary Clinton, the ick factor, maybe, but there really is something about her that puts voters off.
I wonder if she shop lifts?
Jackson Delano Maybolt, President Urban Poverty Law Center
"How fresh can a presidential candidate be when the campaign buys "Summer's Eve" by the case?" Mother Maybolt
Cue the music. "Don't Stop Thinking About Tomorrow!" Don't Stop!
Maybe a better song would be that Sinatra tune, "I had it my way"? And if you think about it, Hillary has had all the wonderful things an American woman can have handed to her on a silver platter.
She rode WJC all the way to the Whitehouse and was co-president until her heavy ham-fisted attempt at Obamacare was exposed as the clap-trap it turned into where she and Bill were rejected by 4/5 of the nation in a sweep of congress in 1994, thank you Newt.
After this humiliating defeat Hillary laid low squelching bimbo eruption after bimbo eruption until Monica's Mouth spilled Bill's beans and genes on that blue dress during that fantastic oral Oval office encounter, without which the Clinton's lying lies would have saved them from the disgrace of an impeachment and his subsequent disbarment.
Sometimes the smallest detail trips up great men and women and saves a nation from its fools. Think Al Gore and his stupid condemnation of guns in America and the second amendment, and losing his election to Bush. A few votes gone here and there can really make a difference in a tight race.
As I ponder her motivation to seek the office I am perplexed. Is she a woman scorned by rejection, first her father, then her husband, then her party when it threw her bowling pin shaped form overboard for that thin brown man from Illinois with the golden vocal cords and a talent for reading teleprompters?
Shakespere said it "Nothing blah blah, like a woman scorned!" My more literate friends can fill in the blah blahs.
Hillary Clinton is a power to be reckoned with. She is ruthless. She is cunning. She is a better candidate in her head than in real life. She is not completely human. She has a coldness about her that puts voters off. She cackles when she laughs. A laugh that one might more closely associate with a witch than a president.
Perhaps one debate can have the candidates all on stage listening to the best comics and Americans could judge them by the character of their laughter.
Do not mock me, this is probably just as good a reason for selecting a president as listening to all those canned speeches to the phony questions flipped up at the candidates like fish to barking seals by the liberal debate moderators.
Hillary has no empathy. "I cannot save every underfunded small business from bankrupcy!" She shrieked when questioned about the impact her health plan would have on small businesses. Voters really want someone like themselves to whom they can relate. This is why Barack Obama got 97% of the black vote.
Anyway, my insider at the Clinton campaign who launders Huma Bedowin's undergarments in Woolite, has informed me they had hoped to bring out the campaign a week or two earlier, but the server for the campaign had to be wiped clean due to the most recent Hillary Clinton hubbub.
Now they have a new server in place and ready for the campaign.
Money, servers, handlers, laugh coaching, limited exposure, even a my turn entitlement, will not let this powerful driven woman in the one position she has coveted all her adult life. Nevermind that she is not qualified. She cannot win because she is flawed. No amount of make-up or plastic surgery can hide the faults.
Just by being Hillary Clinton she has taken herself out as a viable contender. When she is held up to the bright light of a campaign, her flaws and phoniness scream warnings to the voters.
There is something about Hillary Clinton, the ick factor, maybe, but there really is something about her that puts voters off.
I wonder if she shop lifts?
Jackson Delano Maybolt, President Urban Poverty Law Center
"How fresh can a presidential candidate be when the campaign buys "Summer's Eve" by the case?" Mother Maybolt
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