Media's Sins of Omission Against Ron Paul

As the 2012 primary campaign winds down and it appears that (barring some miracle in Tampa) Romney has the GOP nomination wrapped up, perhaps now is a good time for a little stroll down memory lane. Here's a nice compilation of the media's "honest mistakes" against Ron Paul throughout the campaign. It's a good 17 minutes, but I'm sure it could have been even longer.

FIREARMS IN THE MEDIA...STUPID IS AS STUPID DOES

Maine State Troopers recently seized an "arsenal" of weapons from some nut job which included, according to the reporter:

 "...a fully automatic FN .308-caliber machine gun with a scope and tripod."

I looked and looked at the photo, but just couldn't see any MAG58 in the photograph. For those unfamiliar with military weapons, the illustration below is a "fully automatic FN .308-caliber machine gun with scope and tripod."

Looks like it's time to educate the self-proclaimed "experts' in the media, so well known for their unrelenting accuracy and fact-checking in reporting press, on the proper identification of firearms. The following, I believe, is either a press release from the White House or an AP/Reuters guide (same thing.)

SOME VICTIMS ARE MORE EQUAL THAN OTHERS

OBAMA CAMPAIGN STRATEGY

Oh, this is just too rich not to pass along. The hell of it is, I guarantee the Narcissist-in-Chief is completely oblivious to the irony, hypocrisy and blatant double standard. So, without further ado, see if you can figure out who the Anointed One is talking about in this short vid.


 


Wow.Talk about the pot calling the kettle black. Whoops, can't use that centuries old colloquialism anymore. It's racist (but only when used against LIBERAL blacks.) Anyway, don't expect the media to be replaying this clip over and over ad nauseum like "Read my lips." or "It's the economy, stupid." or Dan Quayle and the "potatoe" thing. Nope, you're not even going to know this one exists without the Internet.

Just another one of those little oversights the media is so famous for. Such as jumping through all kinds of hoops and engaging in various mental contortions to somehow link the Colorado shooter (even before they correctly identified him) to the Tea Party and Rush Limbaugh. At the same time, the MSM hacks do not even find it at all newsworthy that Eric Holder & Co. are responsible for a body county in the neighborhood of 350 people, including at least one law enforcement officer, by handing out assault weapons to Mexican drug cartels. Just like this video. But then you can't really expect any facts or even a pretense of objectivity from a bunch of agenda-driven hacks with tingly legs wearing rose-colored glasses.

SNAKES ALIVE! BUT DEAD IS BETTER

How to tell a good snake. Little white spots are from shotload pellets.

 Serpents and I have started out with a very rocky relationship. Eventually, however, I got a gun and didn't need those rocks anymore. I must admit that snakes and I do get along much better these days. Gone are the days of "Shoot first, identify later", although this still is the motto of the BATF I'm told. At any rate, I tend to now first identify a snake before I kill it.

Ha, ha. Just a little joke designed to bring forth cries of outrage from city-dwelling liberals who've (a) never even seen a rattlesnake and (b) have a painfully great deal of trouble with the whole satire/sarcasm thing.

In Fort Knox, KY, when me and the boys I ran with were young and dumb and full of come, and also got the shakes if our BAC reached legal limits, there were two particularly annoying snakes to deal with. The copperhead was bad enough, but the water moccasin was even worse. Water moccasins will actually chase your ass when you run away from them. We encountered these beasties training in the field and, more frequently, while fishing.

We fished by wading a stream in tennis shoes and cut-offs, and in such fashion, avoiding the roads, you could get right past any MPs and right into the Restricted Impact Areas. Sure, in an Impact Areas you ran the risk of small arms, tank, artillery, or attack helicopter projectiles of various sorts occasionally flying about. Such is a small price to for really good fishing.

Venomous snakes worried me more than the occasional chunk of steel-encased high explosive flyng around at high velocity, so we started carrying .22 pistols with shot loads after an encounter with a water moccasin. Our policy if we saw a snake in the water with us was to empty our guns into it and then go see what kind it was. It was very bad to be a common water-snake in that place and time.

Eventually, I moved on and sobered up. Now, when gophers eat my garden faster than I can shoot them, I would welcome a nice fat bullsnake. He'd probably look like a sock full of billiard balls in about ten minutes of gopher hunting here. Garter snakes also go unmolested, and that pretty much rounds out the list of what we have around our place now.

While this does not necessarily apply to places like mangrove swamps way down south, generally speaking you can tell the "good" snakes from the bad. A non-venomous critter like a bullsnake, which has the same diamond skin pattern as a ratter at first glance, had a more oval egg-shaped head and perfectly round and perfectly black eyes (like doll's eyes, as Captain Quint would say.) The various rattlesnakes are pit vipers, and such a venomous serpent has a wedge-shaped triangular head, eyes like a cat's eyes, and a ridge over those eyes. Studying a picture of James Carville will give you a pretty good idea of what to look for.

At any rate, I took a float trip with an old pal of mine this past weekend. The canyon we were floating being known for rattlers, I took my trusty 4-inch 629 loaded with with CCI snake shot in the first three chambers in the cylinder. 

We beached the canoe to fish a stretch of rocky shoreline and my buddy went happily bee-bopping off down the shingle. I fished the water right there on the point, making a cast or two and then moving on down a few yards. I was fortunate enough to look down before placing my feet. After my last cast, I looked down to see a rattlesnake about three feet away. He was motionless, and his camouflage pattern blended perfectly into the rocks. The worst part was that although the little bastard was all coiled up with his head back in the ready position to strike, he never rattled. No buzz, no shake, no nothing; he held his tail perfectly still, giving no warning whatsoever. If he had wanted to retreat and disappear back into the grass, he had already had many, many opportunities to un-ass as the AO. 

So when the government tells you silly things like, "Rattlesnakes are shy, retiring creatures. If left alone, they won't bother people." it is yet another reason not to trust them.

I slowly switched my fishing rod to my left hand, slowly drew the S&W, eared back the hammer and hit the varmint center mass on the head. Obviously, .44 Magnum shotloads are a helluva lot more impressive than the .22s we used in days of old. It was like a giant invisible hand just flattened that snake and he never moved afterwards, something I personally have never seen with a dead snake. Being all coiled up ready to strike, some of the pellets penetrated his body multiple times. CCI shotloads come with, in lieu of a conventional bullet, a little plastic canister containing one hundred seventy little #9 birdshot pellets. In effect, they turn your pistol into a short-ranged shotgun.

When my buddy wandered back, he was a little shook that he had walked within a few feet of the snake without noticing it and he vowed to be more careful. 

At the end of the float, we got out at a Montana FWP boat ramp/fishing access/campground. These two city slicker parents with their three little kids, who looked to be about from ages 3-7, were hanging out there, playing in the water and such. So I went over to the pit toilet to make a deposit, figuring enough of the other floaters had left their own floaters in the river. 

On my way back, here was an even bigger diamond back all stretched out across the gravel road right in the middle of the little campground loop. Once more, the SOB coiled up in the ready-to-strike position and once more he held his rattle completely still and silent. That's the part of the whole day that bugged me; the whole no warning thing. Even a nominally attentive person would never know it was there until it struck. In fact, my inattentive buddy almost stepped right on this one too, despite three of us hollering for him to look out.

Anyway, this, says I, is not something the kids should be playing with. Not wanting to fire a shot in the campground area, figuring that would scare the urbanites more than the snake, I went over and told the parents about the rattler.

They were quite interested, the woman saying she had never actually seen a snake before. She was braver than the guy when it came to looking the rattler over; I think at one point he was actually hiding behind his wife. I, of course, offered to turn it into a good snake, more than once. I even offered to use a canoe paddle and an E-Tool to be quiet about it. They declined, saying they would tell the kids to be careful. Eventually, the snake crawled off into a clump of bushes right in the middle of the campground. This satisfied them that all danger was now passed. My buddy later saw it crawl further into the campground to another clump of juniper, and told the urbanites again.

Well, it was their (or their kids') funeral. On the way out of the campground with the canoe on top of the truck, there was yet another freshly-killed rattler on the gravel road.

I'll count that last one too, to make a total of three rattlers in one day (that we saw), none of which gave any warning. So, a hogleg on your hip full of snake shot is always a good companion to have along on your summer fishing trips in Montana. Especially if there's a fire ban in effect due to dry conditions and you can't clear the path ahead of you with your flamethrower.

 

 Hey Mr. Snake, say hello to my lil' friend.

ENOUGH COMEDY...JOKES!

Yeah, we detest RINOs like McCain and Romney, but this joke was just too good not to pass along.

Q: What's the difference between Romney supporters and Obama supporters?
A: Romney supporters sign their checks on the front, Obama supporters sign their checks on the back.

THE RELIGION OF PEACE REALLY SPHINX

Allow me briefly to quote out beloved Nincompoop in Chief to educate you a bit on Islam. As Barry "Choom" Obama said:

"[America and Islam] ...share common principles of

...JUSTICE...

 

 

...AND PROGRESS,...

 

...TOLERANCE...

 

...and the DIGNITY OF ALL HUMAN BEINGS."

So what are the fun-loving Middle-Eastern Hippies of Peace, Hope and Love up to now? Well, in the spirit of tolerance and progress, the wacko clerics who've come to power in Egypt are demanding the Pyramids of of Giza be destroyed.

Yeah, right Bawb. You're getting out of hand again. Well, apparently so is the Washington Post these days as well:

"Radical Muslims want to tear down Egypt's pyramids and take over the world. The least the rest of us can do is take them seriously.

Islamist political victories in Egypt have invigorated the debate in certain circles over what to do with the country’s historical sites, or as the extremists call them, the symbols of pagan idolatry. The most pious Muslim theologians do not see the ancient statues, carvings and pyramids as important tourist destinations so much as affronts to their beliefs. Bahraini Sunni leader Abdal-Latif al-Mahmoud called on the Egyptians to “destroy the Pyramids and accomplish what [Egypt's Muslim conqueror] Amir bin al-As could not.” Abdel Monein Al-Shahat, a leading member of Egypt's radical Nour party, suggested that should the pyramids be too difficult to dismantle, structures that have stood for five millennia ought at least be covered in wax to hide them from view."

 That's just the tip of the bloody iceberg. Read the REST OF THE STORY here.

To those who might say this crap is just too crazy to happen, we need only remind you of what happened to the 5th Century BAMIYAN BUDDHAS in 2001.

 

So, if seeing this Wonder of the World is on your Bucket List,  you might want to consider getting around to it post haste before progress and tolerance overtake it.

WANT TO SEE HOLDER RAIL AGAINST IDS? SORRY, YOU NEED AN ID.

Yes, that's right, as Attorney General Eric "Fast & Furious" Holder and some of the top NAALCP big wigs got together to rage against the state of Texas for being racist and violating minority civil rights for wanting to require a photo ID to vote, you couldn't get in to see them do so unless you presented not one but two forms of government-issued IDs.

As usual, the press was totally oblivious to the hypocrisy even as security thugs demanded of them, "Vere are your paypas?!?!"

Voting is a bit more important than attending a speech. Aren't they being racist and violating the civil rights of those who didn't have two forms of ID to enter?

MORE HERE

IT AIN'T EASY BEIN' GREEN

A friend sent me this little piece, author unknown, and it was just too good not to share. The hell of it is, I remember nearly all of these things, with the exception of fountain pens (we used stone tablets). My curmudgeon status is coming along nicely.

Being Green

Checking out at the store, the young cashier suggested to the older woman, that she should bring her own grocery bags because plastic bags weren't good for the environment.

The woman apologized and explained, "We didn't have this green thing back in my earlier days."

The young clerk responded, "That's our problem today. Your generation did not care enough to save our environment for future generations."

She was right -- our generation didn't have the green thing in its day.

Back then, we returned milk bottles, soda bottles and beer bottles to the store. The store sent them back to the plant to be washed and sterilized and refilled, so it could use the same bottles over and over. So they really were recycled.

But we didn't have the green thing back in our day.

Grocery stores bagged our groceries in brown paper bags, that we reused for numerous things, most memorable besides household garbage bags, was the use of brown paper bags as book covers for our schoolbooks. This was to ensure that public property, (the books provided for our use by the school) was not defaced by our scribblings. Then we were able to personalize our books on the brown paper bags.

But too bad we didn't do the green thing back then.

We walked up stairs, because we didn't have an escalator in every store and office building. We walked to the grocery store and didn't climb into a 300-horsepower machine every time we had to go two blocks.

But she was right. We didn't have the green thing in our day.

Back then, we washed the baby's diapers because we didn't have the throwaway kind. We dried clothes on a line, not in an energy-gobbling machine burning up 220 volts -- wind and solar power really did dry our clothes back in our early days. Kids got hand-me-down clothes from their brothers or sisters, not always brand-new clothing.

But that young lady is right; we didn't have the green thing back in our day.

Back then, we had one TV, or radio, in the house -- not a TV in every room. And the TV had a small screen the size of a handkerchief (remember them?), not a screen the size of the state of Montana . In the kitchen, we blended and stirred by hand because we didn't have electric machines to do everything for us. When we packaged a fragile item to send in the mail, we used wadded up old newspapers to cushion it, not Styrofoam or plastic bubble wrap. Back then, we didn't fire up an engine and burn gasoline just to cut the lawn. We used a push mower that ran on human power. We exercised by working so we didn't need to go to a health club to run on treadmills that operate on electricity.

But she's right; we didn't have the green thing back then.

We drank from a fountain when we were thirsty instead of using a cup or a plastic bottle every time we had a drink of water. We refilled writing pens with ink instead of buying a new pen, and we replaced the razor blades in a razor instead of throwing away the whole razor just because the blade got dull.

But we didn't have the green thing back then.

Back then, people took the streetcar or a bus and kids rode their bikes to school or walked instead of turning their moms into a 24-hour taxi service.. We had one electrical outlet in a room, not an entire bank of sockets to power a dozen appliances. And we didn't need a computerized gadget to receive a signal beamed from satellites 23,000 miles out in space in order to find the nearest burger joint.

But isn't it sad the current generation laments how wasteful we old folks were just because we didn't have the green thing back then?

Please forward this on to another selfish old person who needs a lesson in conservation from a smartass young person...

We don't like being old in the first place, so it doesn't take much to piss us off.

HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY

Please celebrate your freedoms in a safe, respectful, compliant, tolerant, obedient, politically correct and docile manner, in accordance with Federal Law. Failure to do so is punishable by up to 5 years in prison and/or a $25,000 fine.

Yeah, it's a re-hash of last year, but if anything even more pertinent now.

Gen. Washington Kicks Rommel's Ass

Our limey brethren across the pond have voted on who was 'Britain’s Greatest Enemy Commander' and the winner is... George Washington.

GENERAL WASHINGTON
Champion Brit Kicker
Winner, winner, chicken dinner!

The poll was sponsored by the National Army Museum in London. After an online, nationwide poll of Brits, the top five commanders were discussed and voted on by a group of experts at an all-day speaker event at the museum.  To be eligible, enemy commanders had to actually lead an army in the field which left out political pussies like Hitler.

Rounding out the top five, after the father of our country, were:

• Michael Collins- Irish independence leader
• Napoleone Boneparte- Frenchie prick with little guy syndrome
• Erwin Rommel- Nazi Germany's "Desert Fox" of North Africa
• Mustafa Kemal Atatürk- Ottoman leader who repelled Allied forces in WWI

Way to go General Washington!  You're still garnering respect 213 years after your death.