In Case You've Wondered

My blog is where my wandering thoughts are interspersed with stuff I made up. So, if while reading you find yourself confused about the context, don't feel alone. I get confused, too.

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One other thing: sometimes I write words you refuse to use in front of children, or polite company, unless you have a flat tire, or hit your thumb with a hammer.

I don't use them to offend; I use them to embellish.

Thursday, July 17, 2014

I'm Pissed at Mexico

I'll start this post with the warning I'll do everything I can control my vocabulary, but I'm not making any guarantee. Sometimes, shocking language expresses better than anything else.

Why am I pissed? Tens of thousands of diseased, emaciated, unaccompanied children pass thousands of miles through a country and what's offered? Nothing, except con men, thieves, rapists, murderers and thugs.

As far as I'm concerned, Mexico is nothing but a shit-hole, run by criminals and we should not just close the border, we should send a battalion down there and let them go neanderthal on the government.  While there, they can single out the drug cartels and turn their mansions into burning piles of rubble.


  1. Let's tell our own people "If'n you is wantin' yo welfare ta continue, ya'll hafta stop all these good for nuffin mexicans who is wantin' what youse is gettin'."

    Then we'll get rid of two problems at once, will be able to work with half the police, and half the prisons will be empty.

    1. I'm for it, but any money saved goes back to the taxpayers. If Congress tries to steal it, as usual, we drop them on Mexico City; like turd bombs. It wouldn't take half a dozen of the stinking bastards to make them plead for mercy.

  2. Yeah, we're right in the middle of all this shit. My wife and I decided a couple days ago to pack up, sell the house, and get the hell out.