Gone Fishin’

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Catch of the Day
Stream-fed Nature-preserve’d fillet
1 pilfered can of baked beans
Combo can punch ’n’ bottle opener
(plus one well-oiled hobo with opposable thumbs)
2 ozs of lemon juice
Dash of sea salt
Freshly ground black pepper
¼ tsp dried minced onion flakes
(…or just substitute whatever’s left in that bottle of Jack)

Serves: One Four

‘neath the NO POACHING sign, sauté that fillet in a sizzling skillet over a campfire of exotic driftwood. Next, upend that tin of beans, stirring consistently. Then toss the empty into the pristine lake’s fading ripples.

Add seasoning and enjoy.

…until Barney Fife and his badge bumble into your impromptu picnic and the pirated entrée mysteriously disappears in a curious “tabulating irregularity” courtesy of Mitzy, Mittens, Murphy, and Buttons.

Yeah, honor among thieves ain’t all it’s cracked up to be.

But then, piracy like democracy is a mile wide and an inch deep. The neighborhood strays may have an equal say but the first rule of majority rule is: Winner takes all.

…‘cept the beans.

Still… doesn’t it all smell just a little fishy? Everyone knows the fish are missing, everyone knows why the fish are missing, but no one is allowed to ask what happened to the fish.

Not without getting…

Censored
Unsubscribed
Doxed or
Deplatformed

…which is kinda like walkin’ the plank (and washing up on the sand with no rum, no loot, and no Mary Ann).

Freedom may be our birthright. But as slaves to civilization, we willingly forfeit our liberty for promise of some elusive equality, and in the end wind up with neither liberty nor equality – our personal fortunes and sacred design surrendered to the whims of democracy’s pirates. So…

No Columbus Day
No Chik-Fil-A
No Dukes of Hazzard

…and an identity-free NFL team (Red-skin’d potatoes being a greater offense to the sensibilities of some snowflakes than a band of Buccaneers …what a nation of pussies we’ve become).

In a free society, offending someone is inevitable, maybe necessary. The whole purpose of the First Amendment is to protect unpopular speech. Welcome to America! (…wear a helmet.)

Amendment XXVIII: You have No Right to Not be Offended

But there are no rights period in a democracy, just equality. (Well, sorta… some animals are more equal than others.) The only right of the minority is an equal say in what rights are surrendered to the majority.

The Founders (that’s Founders not flounders) idea of equality was an even-steven tax code, by which everyone paid the same.

Not the same rate. The same amount.

𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐈 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐈𝐗 of the Authorized Version originally prohibited unequal taxation. But when society’s mutineers discovered they could vote themselves their neighbor’s share, equality was outlawed in favor of the 16th Amendment’s Legal Piracy.

Question: If the unequal are taxed more than an equal share in the name of equality, should the unequal be granted more than an equal vote in how their share is distributed to the less than equal?

Answer: No, because then we would no longer be equal.

No, wait… what?

Well, what is democracy? except never having to say your sorry. But then, we’re not. …not a democracy (and not sorry). We’re a…

CONSTITUTIONAL FEDERATED REPRESENTATIVE REPUBLIC

Thank God.

But even those who do believe in democracy…

Undocumented
ID free
Walking dead

…democracy, don’t believe in democracy.

The purpose of which, back in the day, was to gauge the will of the people and navigate their way. But instead, the will of the many has been filleted by the fraud of the few.

The problem being… Election Day [henceforth to be known as Election Buffet: One Low Price, Fish all Day] is no longer about democracy, or popularity, or even celebrity.

The first Tuesday following the first Monday (or in the effeminate bi-coastal states: Any day after Memorial Day) the connected get selected by a handful of annoying fans and everyone applauds.

…kinda like American Idol (but with less singing).

We put a man on the moon with little more than a slide rule. So, why do we need anything but an abacus or a retro pocket calculator to count fish?

…another question no one’s allowed to ask.

Yeah, the majority may win but are rarely ever right. They assume they’re right, because they win (and as the saying goes: “When you assume… .”)

In ancient realms, any act against the sovereign authority of the king was treason.

But today, in the Land of the Free, the President is not sovereign. Neither is Congress. Nor the Supreme Court (regardless of what they may think).

The people are.

So, would misrepresenting the tally of red and blue fish be like… you know what?

“You-know-what doth never prosper, what’s the reason? For if it prosper, none dare call it… you-know-what.”
to ad-lib John Harington

There are reasons for rules and limits on fishing. Fishing was never meant to be recreational. Too many died for the inconvenience.

If you need ID to borrow a book from the library, then most certainly you should need ID to go fishing. And to obtain an ID… a basic civics quiz. Like…

  • How many honest congressmen will fit in a phone booth?
  • Can you name more Capitals than Kardashians?
  • Tally the Presidents that came before 45?

If you answered 44… no ID for you.

Over-fishing not only destroys the natural habitat of the fish but also endangers the eco-system on which the fish depend and thrive. Nothing remains but a depleted stream seeping into a polluted pond. Filled with…

Foreign fish
Felon fish
Fake fish and
Dead fish

The poachers must then steal fish from those who have fish to make up for what they never had. Not that they even want the fish – they just don’t want anyone else to have them.

But dead fish stink.

“Be sure your fish will find you out.”  Numbers 32:23

At the end of the day, the pirates do not believe in “…the wages of sin”, the brotherhood of man, or the Captain of the Seas.

Only the mutiny of democracy. So…

It really doesn’t matter how many fish there are. All that matters is who counts the fish.
Dr. Seuss meets Joseph Stalin

“…some are red, some are blue
Some are old, some are new
Some are sad, some are glad, and some are very, very bad.”


Level Ground
We bless the Father and give the finger to our fellow man, then wonder why Dial A Prayer goes straight to voicemail.

Free Parking
“Ride it like you stole it.” Thomas Paine (sorta)  Well… he might have said it, had he opened a novelty t-shirt outlet.

D is not for Diversity

…or democracy.

After thumbing through Athens, Paul wrote of their cultish devotion to an ecumenical jukebox of gods, including one new age tribute: TO THE GOD UNKNOWN …who (the apostle of Christ was quick to contest) was in fact the one true KNOWN.

At which the woke worshipers mocked…

This ain’t Georgia, son.  Acts 17:16-32

Verily.

But there’s no virtue in diversity. If a society is defined by its culture then multiculturalism is the death of culture (as well as the most moronic of oxymorons).

Just as moronic as Country Rap.

There’s nothing down home about Rap. It’s a speech impediment – an Electro-funk profanity-laced Gregorian chant (minus any spiritual harmony).

…and monks.

Coexist is nothing but a faded bumper sticker on a toga and sandal-clad ‘63 split-window Kombi toking to Woodstock.

Not that the Kumbaya folk are like totally against some square Hee-Haw-in’ to his own tune, just so long as it’s not…

Flag waving
Bible thumping
Okie From Muskogee-ing

…and definitely not like, uhmm, well… you know.

 

Notice nobody sings about New Jersey (except for Uncle Floyd, of course – not that there’s anyone left to sing along). And…

Will the Last One Out Please Turn Off the Lights

Yeah… millennial beatniks may sing of diversity but demand conformity. Their new age shaman is a palm-sized genie, which can be summoned at will and blink them high-speed cable-free “Open Sesame”  to every whim and bong-filled fantasy (in exchange for their souls).

And she must be obeyed.

So, like stoners stumbling from their gimme-gimme Gov-Ed commune, ranting and raving with cellphones and spray cans, they dance naked around a lurid bonfire of everything that offends them – everything that is not them:

Columbus Day
Chik-Fil-A
The Dukes of Hazzard

 

Of course, back then ol’ Rosco had little else to do than to chase Dukes all day, but today he’d be up to his redneck badge “…in hot pursuit” of all them highly undocumented Visa-less visitors with…

No license
No registration
No insurance
No English

But are here just the same and (like some newly hyphenated bride) want whatever we have, whatever they can claim, except our name. Rather than joining the family, our unwelcome cousins want to permanently remain as over-stayed house-guests… a sub-culture in America not of America.

E Pluribus Pluribus: Out of many, many more

With their own…

Markets
Schools
Rules
Houses of Worship

…and voting democrat (early and often) which is why they are here.

Sure they are. Having lost their arm-linked confederacy of political potheads, Democrats must now import an all-new voter fraud base – anyone and everyone who hates America as much as they hate America. And they does.

Hate America.

…and they hate anyone who doesn’t.

Never since The Declaration was a truth any more self-evident than Jefferson’s Democrat descendants obvious contempt and disdain toward our Love of country – Once in a lifetime – American Independence celebration: America 250.

Some even seemed content to claim to be tripping on TDS but that excuse was just lame. Their far out tirades were further out than that: They hate American patriotism and anything that made America great:

The Declaration of Independence
The Constitution
Our Founding Fathers
A (most misunderstood) Electoral College
The Supreme Court, Bill of Rights, Stars n’Stripes

And all those Amendments that give them the right to get wasted, loot n’pillage, and make horses’ heinies of themselves.

Just kidding.

But that’s why there’s nothing but a pile of smoldering all-weather one-hundred percent polyester ashes at the base of their flag-less flag poles.

Actually, in their drug-infused fantasy of democracy, there are no rights period, just an equal say in what rights are surrendered to the zombies.

Cheered by social media
Governed by opinion polls
Judged by network news

…and fueled by their own bong-fogged mob.

Coexistence is not possible.

Just as mixing oil and water doesn’t produce Grade A homogenized milk, cultural diversity is MAD (Mutually Assured Destruction). So is the mythical idea of a “Melting Pot”.

That’s right, I said it.

America is unique. We have a history, a heritage, a way of life all our own. Love it, leave it, or leave it alone.

America 250: Proud to be diversity-free.


X is for Christmas
If your neighbors accused you of being a Jesus freak, would there be enough evidence in your seasonal display to convict?

R is for Redskins
Juliet may have been right about one thing: The Redskins by any other name would still be smelly.