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Friday, September 26, 2008

Presidential Candidates Debate

Greetings and Salutations to All my Kith and Kin and All the Ships in Outer Space:

I wasn't planning on watching tonight's televised Presidential Candidates Debate, but for some reason, changed my mind at the last minute.

As I suspected, both candidates sound very much alike, i.e., the "same ol', same ol'", or in other words, there's not a dime's worth of difference, as both John McCain and Barack Hussein Obama will continue to maintain the status quo.

First, let me state what the candidates did NOT say.

Neither candidate ever mentioned the CONSTITUTION OF THE UNITED STATES, inalienable rights, the HOLY BIBLE, God, or Jesus Christ.

Neither candidate mentioned our festering racial problems, which are further aggravated by continuing the federally mandated preferential treatment and quotas of one racial group, while penalizing another racial group.

John McCain, allegedly a Republican, kept referring to "democracies", and never once mentioned the word, "republic".

I do think that John McCain has the Irish-American vote assured, partly due to a humorous e-mail being circulated on the Internet (i.e., "His name is Irish, his wife is pretty and owns a beer distributing business"), and Senator McCain's mention during the debate that Ireland has a lower business tax than America does.

Aside from that, both candidates support federal government intervention in the current financial crisis, despite the fact that, one, the overwhelming majority of voters oppose it, and two, it would be a flagrant violation of our CONSTITUTION OF THE UNITED STATES.

Both candidates openly espouse numerous programs and policies which our CONSTITUTION OF THE UNITED STATES specifically forbids our federal government to engage in.

Based on what I observed in tonight's debate, neither John McCain, nor Barack Hussein Obama, are worthy of being elected to our nation's highest political office.

Thank you.

John Robert Mallernee, KB3KWS
Official Bard of Clan Henderson
Armed Forces Retirement Home
Washington, D.C. 20011-8400

NOTE: "My unpopular and controversial personal opinions are independent of my Scottish clan."

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

President Bush's Speech

Greetings and Salutations to All my Kith and Kin and All the Ships in Outer Space:

Did you, perchance, watch the televised speech by President Bush earlier this evening?

Usually, when any President of the United States gives a televised speech, I flip through the channels looking for something else to watch, since all politicians are alike, and you can't believe anything they say.

But, tonight, President Bush's speech delayed airing of CRIMINAL MINDS, my favorite televison series, so I watched the speech while waiting for CRIMINAL MINDS to begin.

Did you notice that President Bush never even once referred to the CONSTITUTION OF THE UNITED STATES?

Why not?

Could it be that the President's proposed financial recovery plan would be in violation of the TENTH AMENDMENT?

Also, President Bush, allegedly a Republican, alluded to the system of "democratic" capitalism.

Excuse me?

Isn't the United States of America supposed to be a republic, and NOT a democracy?

Why is the word, "democracy", never mentioned even once throughout the text of our DECLARATION OF INDEPENDENCE, the CONSTITUTION OF THE UNITED STATES, or the BILL OF RIGHTS?

How many voters are cognizant of the critical difference between a republic and a democracy?

What about the Nazis?

How is the federal government's proposed financial recovery any different than the National Socialism implemented by Adolf Hitler and the Third Reich?

When you factor in our disregard for the sanctity of human life (as evidenced by abortion and euthanasia), quotas and preferences based on race, and politically correct thought control (i.e., hate crimes and hate speech legislation), how is contemporary American society any different than the hated Nazis whom we fought against in 1941?

President Bush stated that our economy is not working the way it should.

Actually, our economy is functioning correctly.

Over a long period of time, our government forced a whole bunch of previously solvent financial institutions to make a whole bunch of loans to a whole bunch of poor credit risks.

As`a result, all of the financial institutions are failing.

The national economy is collapsing.

That's a predictable normal outcome.

Given all the circumstances, it's exactly what should happen.

A total economic collapse will not end our world.

We will recover.

Life will go on.

So, I'm hoping that we, the people, will somehow persuade our elected representatives to be true to their sworn sacred oaths to uphold and defend our CONSTITUTION OF THE UNITED STATES, as that should be their ONLY consideration.

Any other course would violate their oath, and be grounds for impeachment.

Let's not be in such a rush to save our economy by destroying our nation.

This is the hour when Liberty is hanging by a thread.

Thank you.

John Robert Mallernee, KB3KWS
Official Bard of Clan Henderson
Armed Forces Retirement Home
Washington, D.C. 20011-8400

NOTE: "My unpopular and controversial personal opinions are independent of my Scottish clan."

Friday, September 19, 2008

Our Current Economic Crisis

Greetings and Salutations to All my Kith and Kin and All the Ships in Outer Space:

Are any of you being affected by our current national financial crisis?

Are you in danger of losing your home, your life's savings, your retirement pension, or your business?

I reckon I'm probably okay, because my own income is from Social Security, and I reside in a military retirement facility which is government operated.

Of course, that's assuming the economy doesn't completely collapse, and that the United States government is still able to function.

I don't own any stocks and bonds, and have no concept of how the stock market operates.

When I see those numbers and symbols being scrolled across a television screen, they mean absolutely nothing to me.

But, I am rather concerned that history may be repeating itself.

After all, didn't a very similar situation occur on Tuesday 29 October 1929?

Even the last minute desperate attempts to salvage the economic disaster appear eerily similar.

My big question regarding our government's proposed economic rescue attempt is, where is all this money coming from?

If our government is just going to print more paper money, then what is backing up that paper?

Recently, our government has been paying for recovery efforts following numerous natural disasters, such as hurricanes, forest fires, floods, earthquakes, et cetera.

In addition, we are spending a whole bunch of money fighting a war on two fronts.

For quite some time, our government has been losing money due to fraudulently subsidizing hordes of illegal aliens swarming throughout the country.

Also, there has already been previous government financial bolstering of failing private financial or industrial concerns.

So, again I raise this question:

Where is the money coming from?

Weren't we already deep in a financial hole?

Personally, I don't believe the Constitution of the United States grants our federal government any authority for doing this.

Do you see any such authority written anywhere in that august document?

I believe it's a clear violation of the Tenth Amendment.

What's going to happen when no country in the World will accept a United States dollar, because it has become worthless?

I think it would be wise for private individuals to begin now to stockpile canned foods, bottled drinking water, and other emergency survival supplies, just in case there's no longer anything on your local store shelves available for purchase.

If the national economy does totally collapse, and our government agencies cease being able to operate, then, regardless of existing law, the citizenry had better be armed and prepared to deal with violent anarchy.

There is yet another major problem with our federal government misappropriating taxpayer funds to salvage any failing private commercial enterprise.

Do you remember Adolf Hitler and the Third Reich?

What is the definition of National Socialism?

Is it not total government control over all financial, commercial, and industrial establishments?

I've written about this subject before, comparing our contemporary disregard for human life, evidenced by popular demand for abortion and euthanasia, citing our official government programs mandating (anti-White) racial quotas, and with references to Marxist-inspired "politically correct" language, hate crimes legislation, and hate speech legislation.

So, drawing vivid comparisons between Nazi Germany and American society today is no joke, nor even an extreme exaggeration.

What do you think?

As for the Great Depression of 1929, did you know that not everyone lost everything they had?

Some people actually prospered.

Of course, a national economic depression today would be much more disastrous than it was seventy-nine years ago.

Back in 1929, most Americans lived on family farms, knew how to survive off the land, and had each other to rely on.

Today, most Americans live in cities, any family members are generally far distant, and few average citizens possess even rudimentary survival skills, having become conditioned over such a long period to rely totally on government aid.

So, when it all comes down, how will you fare?

What are your plans for survival, should it become necessary?

Thank you.

John Robert Mallernee, KB3KWS
Official Bard of Clan Henderson
Armed Forces Retirement Home
Washington, D.C. 20011-8400

NOTE: "My unpopular and controversial personal opinions are independent of my Scottish clan."

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Enjoy Some Contemporary Satire!


Greetings and Salutations to All my Kith and Kin and All the Ships in Outer Space:

I don't know who wrote this piece, but I saw it on the Ann Coulter web site, and it apparently originated at either The Daily Gut or the Huffington Post.

I saw on television where Sarah Palin actually gets a good laugh out of watching comediennes mimicking her, so I reckon she'll just roll when she sees this satire!

I took the liberty of editing the politically correct language, i.e., changing "murderer" to "murderess", and changing "African-American" to "black person".

Please scroll down to read this goody.

Thank you.

John Robert Mallernee, KB3KWS
Official Bard of Clan Henderson
Armed Forces Retirement Home
Washington, D.C. 20011-8400

NOTE: "My unpopular and controversial personal opinions are independent of my Scottish clan."

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Calling Sarah Palin a murderess might seem a stretch.

At first.

But alarmingly, Sarah Louise Heath Palin was born on 11 February 1964 - a suspicious beginning, as it is also the forty-eighth anniversary of the arrest of the free-thinking "first-wave feminist" Emma Goldman, for lecturing on the benefits of . . . birth control.

This "coincidence" could be easily dismissed, if poet and woman Sylvia Plath had not committed suicide one year (to the day) prior to the birth of Palin.

Whether Palin was aware of this fact as a child isn't known - and whether the banning of the book "The Bell Jar" was actually discussed with her parents cannot be said for certain, but there had to be a reason why both mother and father landed comfortable jobs at various schools of learning - convenient locations that gave them easy access - not simply to books - but to bells, jars, and to children as well.

Yes: Our children . . . many of whom at the time were childlike - and vulnerable, like the late Sylvia Plath.

If Plath could not weather the already considerable exploits of a youthful Palin - what harm might come to these young and helpless individuals?

"A lot", says one person who wishes to remain anonymous because I am related to him.

Palin was "born" in Sandpoint, Idaho - but for murky reasons fled to Alaska - a well-timed move considering that only a decade or so later, Sandpoint would become a destination for like-minded travelers called the Aryan Nations.

The organization claims to have disbanded in 2001 - a "fact" Palin might want us to believe, as she made more than several visits back to Idaho - for what observers call "schooling."

Not necessarily an advocate of "white power", it is safe to say that Palin is white, and full of power.

That's what some skeptics might call "convenient".

Either way, at a tender age, and despite the "grooming", she wasn't expressing her views on the master race just yet.

If anything, she was mastering her own race (5k's) - and gearing up for something more explosive: the lurid practice known in many parts as moose hunting.

Because moose are plenty, they are currently categorized as "lowest risk" on conservation status charts, making them an even easier target for people like Palin, who own guns.

Not willing to accept the tougher challenges of targeting scarcer animals like condors or spotted owls, she opted to kill the low-hanging fruit.

Lucky for us, in Alaska, humans are few.

It has been alluded in many places that Sarah was captain of the school's basketball team, playing point guard - a position that might have been filled by a black person had there been an actual black person in Alaska.

Palin is said to have hit a last-second free throw to win the game.

Tracking down witnesses to this event proves difficult - because there are so many.

"It's a lot of work", says my intern, who is currently unpaid.

Palin's nickname at the time was "Sarah Barracuda" perhaps because with barracudas, hand-feeding is discouraged.

The same could be said of someone like Sarah, who - while eating - was rarely seen without a knife or fork.

"It's what she does", says one observer, to the welcoming nods of other observers - who were nearby, observing.

One must wonder if George Orwell would have seen the irony in Palin winning the Miss Wasilla Pageant, for it happened, of course - in 1984, only a few miles from a local animal farm.

Eerily, this is the same year that Richard Ramirez, also known as the Night Stalker, claimed his first victim.

Whether Palin was in contact with Ramirez at the time cannot be verified, but when Palin finished second runner-up in the Miss Alaska pageant, it is unlikely that the outcome sat well with either of them.

Few experts know what drives serial killers to kill serially - but later, Palin winning the "Miss Congeniality" award, must have been icing on the cake.

A very deadly cake, one might add.

With murderous frosting.

Made of death.

And murder.

During this time Palin continued hunting, as did the Night Stalker, who often linked his crimes to his love of the hard rock band, AC/DC, an outfit known for such songs as "Gone Shootin'","Guns for Hire", and "Shoot to Thrill" - all songs that describe Palin's hobbies succinctly.

As the Night Stalker's victims piled up, it never once occured to Palin that her implicit endorsement of the Australian band's hateful brand of music might come back to haunt her like a ghost of one of her dead moose victims.

Well, it has, just now.

I am that moose (metaphorically).

Perhaps that's why she fled once again, this time to the University of Idaho (by way of Hawaii) - another flagrant nod toward the joys of destructive behavior - given that "the Vandal" is the college mascot.

Terrel Bell, an alumnus of this remote college, served as the Secretary of Education under Ronald Reagan, a wildly unpopular president according to many Europeans.

More alarming - Bell was "the designated survivor", a member of the Cabinet who stays at secret locations in case war breaks out.

Why Terrel was chosen for this role, or why Palin chose to attend HIS alma matter - remains forever murky, for this "designated survivor" no longer survived.

He died in 1996 - the EXACT same year that Palin began her first term as mayor of Wasilla, Alaska.

A religious person now ascending politically - her power could be felt across continents, reverberating in the soul of Carl Sagan, beloved atheist.

Sagan might say, "These coincidences number in the billions and billions", if he had not died that VERY SAME year.

Still, the coincidences seem to be piling up the way they often do - criss crossing like lines on a page drawn over each other, again and again, until the page turns into a cloud of darkness, shrouding what can only be described as an intricate pile of coincidences that appear to be criss-crossed lines.

Or, a cloud of some kind.

Or shroud.

Meanwhile, as the Night Stalker continued to kill, and former Reagan cabinet members continued to die off mysteriously, Palin managed to find time helping her husband's commercial family fishing business.

"Doesn't a commercial fishing vessel seem like an apt vehicle to rid an ever growing cornucopia of corpses?"

Yes, it does, and thanks for asking.

Ending her term as mayor of Wasilla in 2002, the town itself had about 6,300 residents.

Now, according to 2008 statistics, there are 7,000 plus - a profoundly dramatic increase since Palin vacated the job.

Where were these 700 people during her reign?

No one knows - and to raise the possibility that these individuals were possibly "hidden", perhaps because they were the products of a right wing Christian baby mill, seems a tad premature.

Sure, you and I both know that Hipparchus is the father of trigonometry.

Yet we still don't know who the mother of Trig is.

And that math just doesn't add up.

Unless it's a mathematics of lies that only a mentally-challenged individual could miss.

No offense, Matt Damon.

Sunday, September 14, 2008

THE WEAKEST LINK


Bill Allen and Jason Bruce

Jason's Yamaha Rhino

View From Atop Grizzly Ridge

View From Grizzly Ridge

James and Samantha Wheeler

Sambo

Greetings and Salutations to All my Kith and Kin and All the Ships in Outer Space:

Due to an emergency, I had to suddenly leave the comfort of my room here at the Ol' Soldiers' Home, and drive to a friend's ranch in Jensen, Utah.

While there, I went camping with them up on Grizzly Ridge, a mountain up above Vernal, Utah, near Flaming Gorge Dam.

Here are videos and photographs of Jason Bruce (a direct descendant of the famous Scottish king, Robert The Bruce!) and Bill Allen on top of Grizzly Ridge, when they were giving me a ride in Jason's Yamaha Rhino.
NOTE: If you click on the photographs, you'll see them in a much larger format.

Their camp was repeatedly trashed by a marauding bear which smelled their food.

Back down at the ranch, everyone was amused by my encounter with Jason's five year old daughter, Kylah.

All the gals told me Kylah had figured out that I was "The Weakest Link", because every time they came to the house, she would quickly latch onto me, hauling me around and getting me to listen to her every word.
But, Stan Wheeler said he thought I was merely "the missing link"!

Attached to this message are videos of her (and the rest of the family) at the Uintah County Fair.
Kylah attended the University of Cute, where she majored in Cutie Pie, and earned her graduate degree in Cuteness.

She gaily danced on the front lawn as I strummed my guitar and sang, "I'VE BEEN WORKING ON THE RAILROAD".

She repeatedly demanded I sing "THIS OLD MAN (THE PADDYWHACK SONG)".

She would regularly take my hand and drag me down to the garden, where she'd make up stories, acting them out, and ordering me to yell, "Action!" and "Cut!".

She will soon have a baby brother, and so I asked her what little girls are made of, and what little boys are made of.

I thought I had taught her that "little girls are made of sugar and spice and everything nice" and that "little boys are made of snails and nails and puppy dog tails".

Several days later, as we sat out in front of the house, I again asked her what little girls are made of.

She replied that little girls are made of love and passion!

One time, when she was angry about something, she told me she was "having a mood".

When her mother took her to be tested for Kindergarten, the teacher asked Kylah, "If you have two apples, and Joe has three apples, how many apples is that?"

Kylah replied with, "Who's Joe?"
The teacher was unable to continue the test!

Another time, Kylah was leading me on a long walk around the property, venturing near some excavation work.

I asked her where it was we were walking to.

Kylah replied that we were going to the depths of despair.
As a storm was brewing, Kylah stated that she disliked the wind.
So, to try and make her feel better, I was going to play my guitar and sing, "THEY CALL THE WIND MARIAH".
But, Kylah had found a large rubber ball on the lawn near the gazebo, and as she played with the ball, she insisted I compose a new song, using the words she gave me.
So, I strummed chords on my guitar and sang, "Volleyball, volleyball, with a little kid playing".
Other verses she made up were, "Volleyball, volleyball,hide and seek" and "Volleyball, volleyball, jumping up".
I do hope that little young'un gets some really good teachers as she's growing up.
I suspect she's going to turn out to be some sort of creative genius.
The owners of the property, and my hosts, Stan and Sheila Wheeler, went on a vacation to California, along with the kids and grandkids.

During their absence, I remained behind, guarding the property and caring for Sambo, their black Labrador Retriever.

Sammy was one totally useless dog, as he was terrified of everything, and was completely bereft of any normal canine protective instincts.

When it was time to bay at the moon, I had to do it, because the dog refused to.

Still, he was fun to have around, although I don't quite know why.

A photograph of Sambo is included with this message.

I never could pet the kitty cats, because they wouldn't come close enough.

Hordes of hummingbirds frantically swarmed about the porch, sucking sugar water from the feeders, as wasps and ants competed with them.

While I was guarding the property, James and Samantha Wheeler came down to pick up a horse trailer and some hay.

James is a sergeant in the United States Marine Corps, and Samantha was also a Marine.

They met when both were serving in Iraq, where James was badly wounded during his third tour of duty.

In the photograph, you can see his right hand in a cast, where he had just been operated on only a few days before, one of the war wounds he incurred.
As the resident in-house security, I wore my Ruger "Security Six" .357 Magnum revolver, maintained a detailed log, and took photographs throughout the property, in case any of any loss or damage.
Each dawn, I would post the National Colors, and each evening, I would lower the flag, and fold it properly into the traditional tricorner shape.
I had considerable difficulty performing my security duties because of being continuously plagued by severe allergy symptoms, and taking my prescribed medication would leave me incapacitated by intoxication.
The allergy symptoms originally began many years ago when I was a young soldier serving with the Phu Lam Signal Battalion in Viet Nam, progressively worsening since then, and doctors still can't figure out what the problem is.
Stan, his daughters, granddaughters, and I went to the Uintah High School junior varsity football game to watch his grandson, Emery Merkley, who wore jersey number forty-two.
They were playing against Carbon High School from Price, Utah, and Uintah High School easily won the game.
Stan and I attended the Annual Veterans' Picnic in the Jensen City Park, where I was privileged to sing "THE LAST FAREWELL" and "BALLAD OF THE GREEN BERETS".
One of the Wheeler daughters, Lauri Hacking, had just had surgery, and was having a rough time recuperating.
So, at least a couple of times, I went and fetched milkshakes for her, myself, and everybody else.
I figure cold creamy milkshakes are really soothing when you're in a lot of pain.
I always liked bragging about the Wheeler daughters to other guys, because every one of those girls was a gorgeous voluptuous blonde, every one of those girls owns a Chinese SKS rifle, and every one of those girls is a crack shot!
Unfortunately, for us guys, all of the Wheeler gals are happily married.

When it was eventually time for me to leave, I had a nice drive up over the mountains and across Wyoming, learning more and more about the various features of my full-sized four wheel drive pickup truck.

It's a white 2004 Ford F-150 XLT, with a matching white camper shell, and for a long trip, it's sure a comfortable and convenient ride.

I'm pleased to find that my V-8 engine, with cruise control, will average around twenty miles per gallon of gasoline, and at one point, I even got twenty-five miles to the gallon.

As I drove about, the Confederate Battle Flag proudly flew from atop the passenger window of my truck.

A lot of folks stared, but one gal at a gas station said she loved seeing that flag.
When Samantha Wheeler asked why I had a Rebel flag on my pickup truck, I told her it was mainly because it was so unpopular.
Also, I have an ancestor, Corporal Jonathan Trueblood, who served under that flag in the North Carolina Seventh Regiment, Confederate Senior Reserves, and was listed among the soldiers present when General Joseph Johnston surrendered.

I briefly visited a sister in Omaha, caught up on some much needed sleep, and learned I'm about to become a great great uncle.
Gosh, gee whillikers, I didn't know I was old enough to be a great great uncle!

Then, I drove back to Washington, D.C., and it rained throughout the entire trip.

I was glad my pickup truck had fog lights to enhance my vision.
Also, it sure is nice to listen to music on my compact disc player, since radio reception is so sporadic when traveling through the West.
I especially enjoy listening to my collection of theme music from Western movies as I drive among the scenic Western vistas.
When I need a nap, the driver's seat fully reclines.

I was surprised at the amount of traffic on the roads, for even in Wyoming and Nebraska, the highways were filled with vehicles.

I love driving, but I'm getting older.

Now, when I drive, I find I must frequently stop, get out, walk around, and run to the latrine.

When I step out of the cab of my truck, I find I'm like a drunken man, staggering about, as I strive to regain use of my legs and stand erect.

Arthritis is seizing my fingers, making it more painful to grip the steering wheel.

So, now I'm safely back in my room here at the Ol' Soldiers' Home, full of Domino's Pizza and Pepsi-Cola, relaxing in my rocker recliner as I watch movies in high definition on my wide screen television and listen to emergency response calls from the AFRH Security Office on my two-way amateur radio.

I'm quite exhausted, but I did have fun!

Thank you.

Official Bard of Clan Henderson
Washington, D.C. 20011-8400

NOTE: "My unpopular and controversial personal opinions are independent of my Scottish clan."