American Dream Lives On

This gal holds the seat next to mine at Cowboy Stadium in Aralington (sic). My wife said I could keep the season tickets, but she was leaving. My choice. I sure am going to miss her curmudgeonly ultimatums.

I thought I was going to be missing Barney Frank and Harry Reid. Hell, even Nancy Pelosi got reelected! Nobody said democracy would be perfect. Yet, I was certain that hetero-basher would be shown the door, but then those people from Massatusetts ultimately will get what they truly deserve. Why they have to foist that old fart on the rest of us is a mystery. The casinos have been filling Harry Reid's pockets for some time now. No surprise in that, but there's still some serious trash taking up a Nevada seat in the U.S. Senate. Better to have well-known trash, I suppose.

The self-serving pseudo-humility escaping the mouths of Ms. Pelosi, as well as our so-called commander in chief, is nauseous. Clearly most of the former speaker's brains are stuffed in her blouse and Jimmy Carter can be forgiven his total ignorance in light of his love for mankind. However, that black man's cleverly disguised abuse of Marxist rhetoric is now out of the closet for all to see. He's well on his way to enjoying the company of Hugo Chavez and Mahmoud Ahmanutjob (sic) and, hopefully, well on his way to oblivion. Surely he must know he is perpetrating the big lie on the American people. That is, the bigger the lie, the more likely people are to believe it. Put on a tie, dammit. You're starting to look like one of those third-world fundamentalist assholes.


Maybe it's just a dream, but the American dream lives on as of this past Tuesday. The reality is messy, but it beats whatever is in second place. The dreams of those who yearn to breathe free are not everything, they are the only thing. Especially for fans of Vince Lombardi, or Emma Lazarus:

The New Colossus

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,

With conquering limbs astride from land to land;

Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand

A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame

Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name

Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand

Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command

The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.

"Keep ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she

With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,

Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,

The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.

Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,

I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"

Now that the trash has been taken out (mostly) it is time to incinerate the fill, landfill that is. We need to keep the Russians close and remind the Chinese that we ain't interested in their washing machines. We may applaud their economic and capitalist prowess while remaining adamant that Americans need jobs and exports. Never underestimate the Chinese desire for hegemony and domination.

We can no long tolerate budget deficits and trade deficits ad infinitum. We need corporate tax credits to bring production jobs back home and put America to work. Yes, free trade is a nice idea but not if we're selling the ranch to pay for it.

Adjust the tax burden, yes. Make sure the rich bastards pay a fair share but treat the golden goose with some respect. Do something about the alternative minimum tax, let families pass their farm and ranch lands to their children tax-free and make sure our farmers can make some decent money.

Don't forget, Mexicans and Muslims within our borders are not our friends. They do NOT assimilate and have no plans for such. We have almost 200 years of history with Mexico and almost 2000 with Islam. Memory is a wonderful thing, however painful it may prove to be on occasion. Remember, the pain reminds us we are still alive!

This is all doable. Tell those economists hiding in the rear echelon to move up front and work up a plan to accomplish what America's future generations require. Do it now!

And bring our men and women back from fighting the infidel with one hand behind their backs. God bless those bastards, but they can glow in the dark for all I care.

Stand up for America, you all!