I fear that if MLK Jr. were alive today…
Well, let’s first say that he must be flipping in his grave to see what has become of the legacy he personally created.
I believe he would be asking “his people” if Al Sharpton was the best person they could find to lead them.
I believe he would be asking Jessie Jackson whatever happened to him.
I believe he would be asking Barack Obama if that was the best he could have done. I believe he would be imploring Obama to find a new path that would less serve his own interests and more serve his people’s interests.
So here we are on his day. And they, the lefties, will pay extravagant but fake, yes phony, homage to him as if they believe what they are saying, which clearly their actions show they don’t, while they continue to rape the very people they portend to support and champion.
And so it goes.
By Peter Weiss
I saw an ad this morning for an on-line degree. It said no tests, no homework, life experience credited.
It meant, pretty much minimal effort, minimal work. And that means, most surely, minimal learning.
From way back when they’ve dumbed-down schooling, from public school though college and even through some grad schools.
Pay the money, get the letters next to your name.
Voila.
They are betting that in today’s world if you do it their way, you will vote for Joe Biden and people like him.
They are betting that when you see buildings burning and police precincts and vehicles overturned and destroyed, you will believe them when they tell you it is not violence.
They are betting that when you see what happened January 6th you will believe them that it was an armed insurrection when only one weapon, a sidearm, was found and when one unarmed female veteran was shot by them in cold blood.
They are betting you will believe them when they tell you that America’s greatest threat is right-wing domestic terrorism.
They are betting you are stupid enough to believe what they tell you over what your eyes see.
And so it goes.
By Peter Weiss
You know, sometimes.
Sometimes we just get a good look at what we are.
In these last six years now, if one bothers to take the time to see what our leaders have done, it is absolutely flabbergasting. And it ain’t pretty.
And so it goes? No, it shouldn’t. It shouldn’t go this way at all.
I could lay it all out again, but why? Half will believe one way, half another, and the lefty half will do what one of my cousins did publicly on facebook, call me dangerous and make a big to-do out of de-friending me there for all her friends to see.
Whatever gets you through the night. The social pressure for her must have been great.
What we are, take a look.
So I could write a rant. Why bother?
Still, two notations here.
First, the righties say the Biden progressive left have done more in a year to destroy America and democracy than anyone since the 1930s. They wonder if America can survive this attack, if our democracy can survive it.
Next, the lefties say if we allow the right and Trump to regain power it will destroy our democracy and freedom.
This is what they say and all they say.
I say, are you free now? Can you voice a right-wing point of view without being called a racist (and more) and having to fear for your job, your home, your life, your business?
Is any of this what we elected any of our politicians to do?
By Peter Weiss
So it’s a new year. I don’t put much in new years and here in my family we don’t’ do anything for New Year’s eve. But here we are. It doesn’t feel much different from last year. Covid is still here and currently raging. Our leaders on the left are still as stupid and dishonest as they were last year, maybe more so. We are still not getting the truth about Covid. We are still in the downward spiral, ever surrounded by those “leading” us by force of power rather than by wisdom, logic and concern for our well being.
And so it goes.
Still , happy new year to you all. I truly hope that the turn of the year and the upcoming days bring you happiness, fulfillment and peace.
Once again, here, new things to come and new things to explore.
By Peter Weiss
Only about half of the country pays any taxes at all.
I was told once and really like the idea: always make the least negative assumption.
With that in mind, a good portion of the half of the country that don’t pay any taxes are really poor and working hard to take care of themselves and their families.
But a portion of those who don’t pay taxes at all are gaming the system. Let’s face it! We all know at least one of those people, the one collecting welfare, housing and food stamps yet is driving a Mercedes.
Look at past eleven months. What’s the work incentive anymore when you can do better getting paid off?
That half of the country that pays taxes and sees what is going on…how much longer does anyone think they will continue to tolerate what is happening?
Coming soon: New Bill Wynn and a new kitchen story.
By Peter Weiss
So here we go again, Covid restrictions and travel bans. While the would-be president speaks today about it, he is letting in more than 200,000 people per month as illegal aliens and all those who are “gotaways,” 25 percent of whom have Covid.
What bullshit.
And then there’s Hunter Biden and his connection for more that 10 million dollars to a Chinese energy company, and of course to Russia too. Any wonder this would-be preseident (we wonder who is actually controlling things) curtailed our energy production and cheerfully increased Russia”s?
What the f…
My oil delivery was up $1.14 per gallon from last year, or more than $150.00 for the fill I just got.
Go Joe. You’re so on our team.
By Peter Weiss
Natural gas, heating oil, gasoline, electricity: prices out of control
Store shelves empty
Oppression of normal, everyday citizens: FBI investigations, IRS audits based upon political stance, justice department labels as domestic terrorists, all while criminals, illegals and leftist anarchists roam free
Taxation without representation, more like unapproved redistribution of wealth
Suppression and censorship rampant
3rd world America: Third World Joe.
By Peter Weiss
You know, there comes a point where you have to let it all hang out. I don’t know if I’m there yet, but I’m sure feeling like it. So I’m going to go in another direction for awhile.
I’ve written some rants dealing with our wonderful commander in chief who continues to amaze us with how truly wonderful her is—at completely destroying America. These rants will continue. Rants will continue as a whole. What truly does amaze, no kidding, is how one person can be wrong so much of the time and get to be president where he continues to be wrong almost all the time.
Rant for within this piece is that I had an oil delivery the other day and the cost was up one hundred-fifty dollars from the last delivery. That’s a tank a month now for the winter, or six hundred dollars of the stimulus money that we got just for the winter, more like a thousand dollars more for the year if the prices stay where they are, which they won’t since Biden has no brakes and the price will continue to go up. Then electric is up twenty dollars a month or another two hundred and forty of the two thousand, and gas is up twenty five a tank, which is another hundred a month at least. Not to mention food and clothes and staples. That’s twelve hundred and a thousand and two-forty and everything else. Gee, I didn’t really get a stimulus, did I?
Oh well, lions and tigers and bears, oh my!
I’d like to talk some—I don’t know how much—about me and my life.
I don’t for a moment think that my life is special in any way. Quite to the contrary, I’ve always thought of myself as rather ordinary. But then as an ordinary man I get the sense that my feelings might be somewhat representative of a lot of ordinary people’s feelings and I think there’s something important in recognizing and addressing that shared connection.
It should be clear, if it is not already, that I do not ascribe to the subjective me, which is the me being taught nowadays as in my feelings are tantamount to anything and everything else. I feel like a girl today so I’m a girl today.
No. I do not believe in that bullshit. I do not believe I am what I feel. I believe that I have many feelings and that I am a composite of my actions rather than of my feelings.
That which our kids are being taught today is garbage, pure and simple. I learned that about ten years ago when I was covering a class doing the lesson that the teacher had left and a kid said to me that he didn’t want to learn that. He then told me what he wanted to learn.
Well…long story short, a principal heard that kid as he passed by the room and later told me I should have taught the kid what he wanted to learn and if I wasn’t so close to retirement he would write me up for my behavior.
Two plus two equals four, all the time. It’s not relative. And what that kid wanted to learn was also not what needed to be learned at that moment to be part of this society and succeed within it.
Sue me for my beliefs. Call me a domestic terrorist.
More pure bullshit they are shoving down our throats.
Lot s of it these days.
Anyway, in other parts of my writings and especially in my fiction I’ve written about and used for subject matter those things in my life that have affected me most. They are not extraordinary things, only things that are part of me and that have made me who and what I am. They are things that happen to a lot of people.
Someone whose life was extraordinary was my father, Nathan. He was three and a half years a POW in a Nazi prison camp and came back to no services from his country, yet he loved this country to death.
Extraordinary.
To be continued…
By Peter Weiss
To All My Friends, Family and Followers:
Wishing you a safe, healthy and wonderful holiday season. Be smart! Be careful! Stay Safe!
Rants and all will resume shortly.
By Peter Weiss
Why are the Democrats so intent on destroying America?
It’s a simple question with very complex answers.
The first answer comes from a movie, so it’s not my idea. The moment you think you know, you don’t know anything at all.
And then of course the old adage: believe none of what you hear and half of what you see.
And so it goes.
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