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.

If you're here for the stories, I started another blog:

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.

Wednesday, February 28, 2018

So, Where Does This End?

In my opinion, attrition, and escaping, removed much of the experience required for municipalities to function with anything close to efficiency. Maybe it's always been this way, but I don't think it has.

When I started in the construction field, there were plenty of older, and wiser, engineers with equally competent staff working in the public sector.  Of course, there were always a few that were basically smiling idiots drawing a paycheck, but the main part of the organization was efficient. It's not that way today.

Too many good people either retired, or quit. Many that retired did so in their mid fifties. With their amount of time served, and age combined, the 80 mark was achieved. This allowed the full pension amount, and many still had healthcare. Those that quit just walked away from a possibly good, long career. 

Why did they retire? I've asked a few, and the reason was the same: "Tired of the crap". They were either unable to do their job, didn't have enough time to meet demands, were being crushed by the bureaucracy, or disgusted with the new hires. They'd had enough, saw a way out, and took advantage of the option.

Those that quit did so for the same reason. The misery of working in a bureaucrat Nirvana was too much. They really didn't care for the tons of paperwork, ridiculous reports, bureaucratic mandates, and inability to learn anything but how to fill out reports.

Many that retired found jobs doing the same thing for private consulting firms, with higher compensation. The firms were contracted to perform design, quality control, and inspection. The firms benefited from the wealth of experience. The new employees knew specifications, bid items, quality control, and were on the job to inspect the work. That's a plus for the engineering firms, since they were wading into the bureaucratic mire, and it's best to have those that know the trails.

Some might think the solution is for public entities to cut employees and equipment. That seems like a good idea, until you realize there's a responsibility to taxpayers, and you can't just turn private companies loose. Oversight is needed, and those with this position need to have practical knowledge, with experience. Expecting career bureaucrats to perform this tasks is foolish. Bureaucrats only understand paperwork, ridiculous mandates, and how to justify wasting money.

My solution will probably never happen, since it requires strong supervisors, with a goal of pushing the bureaucracy back into the swamp. Reducing repetitive reports, cutting inefficient employees, demanding accountability, and refusing to bow to more bureaucracy are the qualities needed. Removing the red tape allows those responsible to assemble an efficient staff, and that staff needs to be compensated without thought of how some other employee feels. Good people need good money, and will accomplish more than any two marginal employees. Employees that want to just collect a paycheck need to be terminated.

I don't know where this will end, but know the downhill slide is creating unnecessary costs to taxpayers. The lack of quality people leads to additional costs for errors, and omissions. The lack of experienced leaders is creating a work environment where the bureaucrats control, and bureaucrats are the bane of a healthy workplace. 

Tuesday, February 27, 2018


The Russians used the internet to create false social media accounts, and used the accounts to influence voters to vote for Bernie Sanders

The Clinton campaign took over the Democratic National Committee and used crooked methods to keep Bernie Sanders from becoming the Democratic Presidential candidate.

The Clinton campaign used a crooked firm to create a false dossier, which was used by a corrupt FBI official to trick a FISA court into spying on the Republican candidate. The dossier supposedly proves Russian collusion with the Trump Campaign. To help convince the FISA judge, an article that used the dossier for reference was used as more proof of the corruption.

When Trump won, the same false dossier was used to influence the demand for an independent council to investigate the false narrative of collusion with the Russians. The Russians used their social media accounts to stir the pot, and tried to disrupt the country with division.

What it all boils down to is the Russians wanted Bernie Sander to become President, because he's a flaming Socialist, the Clintons continued the corruption they've so famous for, and the government is trying to hide illegal actions by their own officials.

Meanwhile, a substantial number of citizens are tired of waiting. Crooks need to be tried, corrupt officials need to be fired, and somebody better start making a strong effort to clean up this mess.


Friday, February 23, 2018

You Get Two Seconds

We have a regular phone in the office at work, with multiple lines, and a receiver for slamming a phone. I get the opportunity most days, while in the office, to slam the phone down on telemarketers or robo-calls.

I'm fair with my answering. Everyone gets two seconds. With telemarketers, I have the satisfaction of knowing they're wasting their time, and need to move on. With robo-calls, the lack of a request is the tell-tale that notifies me of a computer generated call.

With robo-calls, if you announce the name of the company again, someone will pick up the phone, or a recorded message will start, so I never say the company name but once.

I've startled people before that either were distracted, or intimidated when I answered. They use up their two seconds without responding, so I hang up. They usually call right back, but I've heard some wait awhile before calling again, in the hope someone else will answer.

When the secretary answers the phone, she has a unique way of dealing with telemarketers. When the ask for someone, she puts them on hold, and lets them wait for a long, long time. If they're still there, when she finally returns and replies: "They're not answering their page. Would you like to leave a message?" they usually respond with "No, I'll call back later." or hang up.

I worked as a telemarketer years ago, while between jobs. It was brutal, and hard to not let being jerked around by people to become personal. Maybe that's why I wasn't a good telemarketer. Those that were, had thick skins, ignored those that slammed the phone, and immediately dialed another number. I'm guessing they made a living doing what they do. With me, expecting a decent paycheck was futile. If I did get orders, most of them were people using bogus credit card numbers to have their fun with telemarketers.

So, I understand how it's tough job to be a telemarketer, but still know slamming the phone is the best way of just getting rid of them. If they're good, they'll just go on. If not, they'll need Xanax and blood pressure medication.

Thursday, February 22, 2018

We'll, I'll Be

I was driving with my wife along a back road, when we spotted a different bird. Large, appearing as many of the water birds found locally, and behaving much like geese.

I've been told these birds appear, but never have I've seen one. I told my wife what I surmised the birds to be: Sandhill Cranes. She found them on her phone, and it revealed I was right.

They're amazing. Standing around 5 feet high, they flock like geese; constantly moving away from automobiles too close to where they're feeding. What they were feeding on is beyond me, but they were in a rice field harvested last season. I assume it was either new shoots growing in the wet field, or crayfish that start leaving their winter burro.

We watched for a few seconds, and then moved on. The birds stayed far away, and dawdling only made them mover further.

There's a hunting season on the bird. Considering their size, only one will feed a family. Me? I don't think so. They're too magnificent to watch, and it would take drastic circumstances to shoot one for food.

The Same Things Over and Over

I have little confidence the problem with federal law enforcement will be handled correctly. Those needing to be punished most will either receive a hand slap, or allowed to retire without any responsibility for their actions. That, and the bureaucrats ruining lives with administrative abuse will skate without being held accountable. Otherwise, it's more of the same, and the belief in justice fades away.

Monday, February 19, 2018

We Bought Some Pizza Dough

Last week, my wife and I bought some pizza dough, while grocery shopping. Yesterday, we bought some fresh mozzarella, a good sauce in a jar, and pepperoni. Today, I fabricated a homemade pizza, which smells really, really good.

I can't wait. 

It was good, but my exuberance led to too many toppings, which led to more of a pan pizza. Since we like it a little thinner, with a crispier crust, next time will be adjusted to accommodate. 

Sunday, February 18, 2018

Another Brainwashed Hollywood Bimbo

Mayim Bailik decided to join those willing to throw away common sense for the Progressive theory of subjugation. Since I liked her show, which is now on the never watch list, may her chains of servitude be light, and she one day realize she traded liberty for notoriety.


I Wrote This in 2013

I was reviewing some older posts, when I came across the following. It was true then, and current revelations prove it wasn't just my ramblings.


Remembering Our Enemies

Back during the Cold War, the subterfuge, espionage and outright military actions were a constant reminder we had political systems overseas without our best interests at heart. There was no doubt there was an effort to remove the United States as a world power.

Now? I think people forgot, or were never taught, the former Soviet Union and Communist China furnished weapons, advisers and even troops to kill U.S. soldiers on the battlefield. Also, there's an unfounded belief, with the end of the Soviet Union and trading with China, they're both now members of the good guy club.

So, we now have too many people too ignorant to realize the dangers the U.S. faces when two powerful adversaries are allowed to influence our politics and economies. That worries me, especially with the current gaffes and stumbling policies of the current administration. When even the political leaders are nearly as clueless as the most ignorant of their constituents, the recipe for disaster is almost complete.

Olympic Loss of Ratings

According to news reports (I won't link any, they're on Drudge and most news sites) NBC ratings are down for the Olympics, and to make things worse, the obvious lack of professional behavior is making the network appear in unfavorable light.

My reaction? Good. I've detested the alphabet networks for decades, and letting them tumble into the grist mill of tabloid garbage is only fair for one of the networks that hid news under the guise of professional standards.

May all the alphabet networks go the way of the dinosaur. They have no useful purpose any longer, and those paying for advertisement will always have other outlets. They've only been the useful tools of traitorous people and foreign meddlers. Their demise will only help the United States.

Friday, February 16, 2018

So, What's the Solution?

The talking heads are wound up again this morning; just like yesterday and the day before. They're analyzing, pontificating, theorizing, rehashing information, interviewing anyone they can, and turning the actions of a young loser into a sensation for ratings.

I'm tired of this. With the knee jerk reactions by the ignorant added to the mix, news for the last two days is a constant source of aggravation. The entire event of the shooting in Florida can be factually reported in a few paragraphs, yet there is no relief from the media circus.

If the media didn't make these events such a star studded show, those with the propensity to do such things wouldn't find the attention they desperately want. With the exposure, they know they'll be in the limelight for decades and receive a legacy, which they would never have without their terrible actions.

I heard many talking heads giving their opinions on what needs to be done. The opinions range from gun control to armed security roaming the halls of schools. While most probably have good intentions, I doubt many have even the tiniest grasp on what is really wrong, since they're a big part of the problem.

If people want their schools to be safer, they need to have firearm training as an elective class. That, allowing teachers concealed carry without restrictions, and a simple system of security like all petrochemical facilities. The extra security may be a minor inconvenience for parents, but it would remove the ability of former students, or students with removed security passes, access to the school.

From my vantage point, schools are like fenced in sheep pens with open gates. Predators have full access, and the sheep are defenseless. It doesn't need to be this way, and those thinking the federal government should arrive at the solution are as ignorant as the sheep in the pen.

Wednesday, February 14, 2018

Infrastructure Sleight of Hand

Back in the eighties, there were many grants for infrastructure upgrades in local communities. The money spent was tremendous, and the result was an improved infrastructure. There was a problem. Since I can only use local entities for reference, I can't write the problem was nationwide, but I have a feeling it was.

The repairs were incomplete. In reality, the extra funds only provided a "band-aid", and the significant problems behind failing infrastructures continued. The problems are now compounded by falling tax revenues, unfunded pensions, bureaucracy, unqualified employees, and the ignorance of the taxpayers.

So, we're here again, with Washington pushing for huge amounts of money to repair the infrastructures. I haven't seen the proposals, but if they're the same, it's more good money thrown after bad. Band-aids won't fix the poor use of taxpayer money and ignorant taxpayers.

Sunday, February 11, 2018

Weather Change

Locally, as the winter weather gives to spring weather, we have days where the warm air is a welcome relief from cold, damp conditions, and days where the cold returns for a short time. It plays havoc on sinuses and leads to some interesting observations.

Yesterday, robins filled the yard. With rain, and warm air, insects were emerging. Included were earthworms escaping the water, and the feast continued all day. The robins will soon leave, and only a few will stay for the coming summer.

Today, unusual visitors visited. Usually miles to the south, I'm guessing the heavy rain yesterday, and bitter cold a few weeks ago, led to a reduction in food at their usual habitat by the coast. A cold front came during the night, and this morning I found the visitors. The visitors? Boat Tail Grackles.

Boat tails are usually found near the coast. They closely resemble the great tail grackle, but are smaller, and the tail of the male is noticeably different. Their behavior is similar, and their calls are almost identical, but it's obvious they rarely cohabitate the same locations.

The crackles are helping our chickens with their morning scatter of feed. I'll have to add more during the day, since the flock of grackles is fairly large, and it's obvious they are hungry. They'll move on during the day, and tomorrow there might not be any to be found.

Friday, February 9, 2018

A Big Parade

Trump suggested a parade to show respect for our military and the might of our nation. It didn't receive a good response, but I think he needs to add the following to boost the approval:

1. To finance the parade, the money budgeted for Planned Parenthood, Congressional private flights, bureaucratic raises, and 1/2 the EPA budget will be used.

2. Instead of horses at the end, members of Congress will pass in open trucks. Rotten vegetable will be provided for all spectators.

3. Members of the military involved with the parade will have live ammunition. ANTIFAs will not be tolerated.

4. After the parade, members of the armed forces will all receive a one week furlough. 

6. The parade will be held on a Saturday morning to lower the amount of people inconvenienced by the parade.

I could go on, but really don't like the idea of the parade in the first place. I'd rather see the tar and feathering of at least one member of Congress while enjoying an adult beverage from the comfort of my recliner. I guess I'm asking too much for such a pleasant television program. 

Wednesday, February 7, 2018

A Late January Afternoon (Posted Again)

We had rain today. The cold north wind was biting, and the dreariness brought back memories. 

I spent the last few years of my mother's life helping. Without going into details, life led me to her home, and I was faced with things most never experience. 

Today reminded me of the day I wrote the following story, and how dealing with an aging parent is both rewarding, and deeply saddening. It's all fiction, but filled with details reminding me of things never to be forgotten. 



Light rain pelted him as he ran from his car to the porch. The cold wind scattered leaves in the yard and sped the low clouds across the winter sky. He quietly opened the door and walked to the kitchen. The smells and warm air reminded him of the past. A faint hint of breakfast still lingered. For a moment, he thought of his childhood and preparing for school. He'd catch a ride with his father on such a day. He allowed the memories to pass. His father had been gone for decades.

Time stood still in the old house. Memories hung on the walls or sat in special places on shelves. The photographs stuck to the refrigerator were moments in time captured forever; the young children now adults and scattered by the winds of change. Their faded photographs were testimonies to special moments, or graduations.

His mother was at the kitchen table. She had placed her head down to take a short nap. He paused for a few moments then gently shook her arm. She awoke, stared for a moment then lit the room with her smile. "This is a surprise. I wasn't expecting you."

He raised his voice and asked: "How are you feeling?" It was a question that he asked out of habit. He knew the answer. Age had trapped her mind in a body that refused to allow her to rest. They had discussed this a few times. While she was ready, he knew her passing would be the start of his own. At that time, his own mortality would not be an occasional thought to push to the side for another day.

She answered: "I'm okay."  paused for a moment and asked: "Would you like some coffee?"

"Sure. You stay there, I'll make a pot."

As he made the coffee, he thought how things had changed. At one time, his mother would always have a fresh pot. She never made coffee now. Coffee was for special occasions. He measured the grounds, placed the coffee in the machine and added the water. After making sure the switch was on, he sat across from his mother and asked if she had anything new to report.

"Nothing is new."

"Have you heard from anyone?" He always asked the same question. Visits were rare and she spent a lot of time alone watching television or reading the paper. She would dabble in her office, but she didn't have the ability to concentrate as in the past. Mental tasks were tedious, but she still persevered. She refused to be beaten by life.

"I heard from an old friend from high school. They had lost my phone number and found it again. They were checking to see if I was still alive." She laughed and added: "I told them it's not much of a life, but I'm still here." 

He smiled, although the words broke his heart. He'd finally accepted that all that was left was the waiting. It made him sad to watch her fade. He knew she was ready to pass on, since the dignity of life was slowly disappearing. He felt a stab of anger. It all seemed so unfair. Everyone else in his life had passed suddenly; watching the slow event of her passage was excruciating. Her time left was like a dead limb on a tree; the amount of time before it fell was a mystery.

"Are you hungry?"

He hesitated, then answered: "A little. What do you have?"

"I have some leftover roast, rice and gravy. We can heat it and I'll make a salad"

"Let's have some coffee first. I'm enjoying the visit"

The coffee machine was gurgling and spitting the last of the boiled water. He rose and flipped the switch to off. It lasted longer if it wasn't kept on the hot plate. He knew she would have some more later, or tomorrow morning. If she didn't it would sit for a few days, until she poured it out. In the past, when she drank more coffee, he would smell the pot before he ever accepted any coffee. Sometime, it would be days old and stale. He wondered if that was why she stopped making her daily pot. She couldn't remember if it was fresh and hated the thought of wasting the coffee.

They sat, sipped their coffee and discussed politics. Neither was happy about current politics or the state of the economy. She was disappointed with the stock market, since her retirement income was supplemented by dividends. She was concerned she wouldn't have enough and drops in the market would cause her to worry.

She rose and opened the refrigerator. He responded by rising and offering "I'll help." Quickly looking at the shelves, he spotted the small roast covered with clear wrap. Pulling it from the refrigerator, he hunted for the rice and gravy. He opened and smelled the containers. It all smelled fresh, but he still asked: "When did you make this?"

"Last night. It's "cow butt", which brought a glint to her eye. "Cow butt" was the term his brother had used for rump roast. The story behind the term was one of her favorites and part of many conversations at family gatherings.

He removed lettuce from the hydrator and handed it to his mother. She had started slicing a small tomato that was on the counter.  As she worked, he looked in the refrigerator for old containers. In the past, he would ask how old something was, which always brought the same answer: "It's still good." He didn't ask any longer. He would open the containers, smell the contents and throw things away when she wasn't looking. He knew she could barely smell and taste. She might take a chance, but he'd do everything he could to remove the opportunity.

After heating their servings in the microwave, they sat and visited, while they ate. He ate slowly, to match her pace. He relished the time and the taste reminded him of Sunday dinners, when the entire family would share a meal. There were few left now. Without grandchildren and their families, there were usually only two or three during a gathering. Large gatherings were few and would soon only be memories. She wasn't physically able to prepare a large meal, refused to allow anyone else to perform the task and was uncomfortable about others doing the same for her. She was tenaciously independent and determined to be so until her death.

They finished their meal and started clearing the table. He put the food back in the refrigerator, while she placed the dishes in the sink. He offered to help with the dishes, which she refused. She would wash them later; not while they were visiting.

He poured them both a cup of coffee and sat once again at the table. She asked about his family and his work. In the past, he would seek her advice on both and they would have have hours of discussion. She was a good sounding board for thoughts. Her experiences in life offered valuable information, but those days were gone. He answered: "Everyone is fine and work is good." He didn't want to burden her with any problems he might be having. She had enough to worry about, without adding his worries.

"I need to be going" he said as he rose from the table. "I need to wash my hands first."

He went to the bathroom and washed his hands. He left the bathroom and made his usual cursory tour of the house. He looked for anything that seemed out of place or showed signs of future problems. He ended up in the living room and paused to stare out the window. For a moment, the late afternoon sun broke through the heavy clouds. The wet limbs of the oak trees appeared as poured gold, which glistened as the wind moved the branches. The light soon faded and the dreary, deep grays of a late, rainy winter evening returned.

He returned to the kitchen and spoke: "If you need anything, you know how to find me. I always have my cell phone close; even at night."

"I know. Is there anything I can do for you?"

He knew those days were over. The only thing she could really do for him was to be careful and never forget he was there if she needed him. "Not right now. If there is, you know I'll ask"

She rose, he hugged her and kissed her on the cheek. "I'll love you, Mom" she responded: "I love you, too. You be careful and come when you can."

He carefully locked the door when he left. He knew he'd remember the last few moments forever if needed. They might be the last moments he ever spent with her, so every detail was important.

As he drove away, he glanced back towards the house. The porch light had come on and lit the wet walk in front of her house. He thought of how times had changed. Families were now scattered. While the Internet kept everyone close, it was a pale reminder of reality. Those short moments of communication didn't represent the myriad of moments known as life. He felt sadness for a moment, but quickly shifted his thoughts to work, home and the thousands of things that occupied his thoughts. His time would eventually come, but not now. There were too many things to do and not enough time for the tasks.

Turning on the radio brought a song from high school. He fondly remembered riding down the beach, the windows down and his entire life a long journey into the future. For a moment, time slipped away and he was young again.

It Didn't Work Last Time

Apparently, California, as well as other liberal states, is in an all out war against the current President. With many law suits, refusals to obey U.S. laws, attempts to hamper the ability of Customs agents to rid the country of illegal alien invaders, and now: California will block the transport of any oil from Trumps new drilling plan.  With the war between the states as an example, you'd think they'd realize the futility of their actions.

I've heard California described as the 6th largest economy in the world. The total number may be true, but California couldn't exist without the rest of the United States. Believing so is not only arrogant, it's futile. Without the financial aid received from the federal government, raw products from other states, and a willingness by investors to fund their fiscal folly, California would best be described as a third world country within a few years. If the port of Los Angeles was bypassed by the efforts of an enterprising company in Mexico, the loss to California would be staggering.

I chalk up current efforts by California as more of the Progressive effort to destroy the United States from within. While the population centers may hold sway over the legislation, those that turn the nuts and bolts control the money. If enough become irritated, and make it very hard for the large cities to function, or a huge earthquake devastates the economy, California will be faced with the stark fact their Utopian dreams are completely unrealistic. Hopefully this never happens, and calmer minds change the course of the politics. If not, there will be plenty of room in other states, and those with the longing for liberty can watch the mayhem from a safe distance. 

Tuesday, February 6, 2018


I was listening to a radio talk show host yesterday that was explaining how most FBI investigations are performed. According to the host, local agencies handle investigations in their area. Otherwise, the Clinton email investigation would have been handled out of New York by the agency closest to the suspected criminal activity. It wasn't, and the investigation of Trump was handled the same way.

I started to think about what they were saying, and realized how the administrative officials, in their exuberance to stop Trump, circumvented these investigations, with the arrogant thoughts they could pull them off - even though the process was beyond their expertise. In the grand scheme of things, they're basically amateurs at the nuts-and-bolts level of crime investigations, and their naive efforts now lead to some serious criminal acts of their own.

I'm thinking that the most necessary steps to take at this time need to be handled by the lower level agents with years of experience. Allow them to do their job, and ferret out those involved with sedition. I think they'll do a good job, and have a strong determination to vindicate the majority of agents that perform their jobs as required. Rogue administrative actions led to many violations of rights in the past. Allowing those with the determination to protect the rights of citizens to clean house is necessary. 

Monday, February 5, 2018

I'm Waiting For Someone to Squeal

It's bound to happen. There are too many players, too much crime, too many loose ends, and an effort by those wanting them to be quiet by kill them all would be too obvious. So, sooner, or later, someone will squeal.

Will it be Comey? While he was waist deep in the crap, he knows how the system works. First in line is treated with the most leniency, as long as they sing by request.

There are many involved, and even the Clintons have their dirty fingerprints all over the evidence. Maybe Hillary will spill the beans. After all, she's an expert at twisting the truth, and if it looks as though she'll be under the microscope, she has enough minions to fabricate something on anyone she wants.

Someone at Fusion could be the weakest link, but I doubt they'd get very far. Considering how dirty they are, that weak link is probably already on the bottom of a deep lake.

Maybe a FISA court judge? It's obvious they were either misled, or complicit. Either way, an explanation is just a matter of time, and I doubt a judge will take this on the chin.

The Democrats can complain all they want, and the media can continue to mislead, but there are way too many citizens deeply concerned for any of this to just go away.

Personally, if I was in charge, I'd have some special forces experts go all Neanderthal on at least one person to persuade them to tell the truth. I guess that's why I'm not in charge. I'm too impatient and intolerant.

Sunday, February 4, 2018

After Listening to the Commentators

I watched some news last evening. Many important people, somewhat important people, and talking heads discussed the memo that indicates evidence presented to a congressional committee shows illegal manipulation of information to secure a FISA court. After watching, it was apparent new territory is where any further actions will happen.

The accumulation of information allowed those with the ability to hide, or destroy evidence all much time as they needed, if they had access to the information. The abnormally long time periods, and lack of forceful methods by timid individuals, helped those needing the closest scrutiny to erase some of their actions. This is a perversion of justice, and a clear indication of the size of the conspiracy. To make things worse, the top administrators of what is supposed to be the most apolitical law enforcement agency are deeply involved.

The biggest problem I see is the unwillingness of major news outlets in exposing information to the public. Many, with knowledge of their participation, helped in the illegal process of securing a FISA warrant to wiretap a President before their election, and after they were elected. Not only were members of the election staff part of this illegal activity, the President's own personal property was illegally bugged in the hope he would say something that could be used to impeach.

There is no Fed backup on this one. There is no FBI to step in and perform an investigation, since they're part of the criminal activity. Otherwise, unless all high officials are immediately removed from their duties, their staffs are temporarily demoted, and investigators are brought in from offices not directly connected to the main office, the best law enforcement agency in the United States is hamstrung, considered corrupt, and the security of the United States is affected.

My suggestion is to immediately arrest Comey, since there are public records of his admitting to Federal crimes. This will send a clear message to those still honest in the bureau, and allow them to vindicate their integrity. Even though Comey is not in charge any longer, his minions will know his inability to be honest will probably lead to turning on others to cover his actions. Many will know their involvement can soon be exposed, and they too will voluntarily provide evidence in the hope of leniency.

Congress needs to interview the FISA judges involved for clarity on the evidence used to provide the warrants. Their evidence will either expose their involvement, or explain the events leading to wiretapping a President.

Trump can help  much at this point by making a public statement about all that's happened. He should include the exposure of media outlets that were used to illegally secure the FISA warrants by name, and explain how some of those involved were directly linked to the former administration.

Pelosi stated releasing the memo would cause a Constitutional crises. In a way she was right, but failed to explain the crises started years ago, her involvement by continuing the narrative, and how her efforts allowed the crises to deepen. Her party, and candidate for President, are knee deep in corruption never seen at this level. Prosecution of these criminals is necessary, and until this happens, the seething anger by honest citizens will deepen, the determination of restoring the country to law will increase, and those obviously involved may find the law may be the only thing that protects them.

Saturday, February 3, 2018

Where's The Military?

I don't think anyone with a sense of the rights of liberty would ever consider the military for relief from sedition, except  when it's obvious the rights are being trampled on by rogue bureaucrats and politicians with enough authority to circumvent the reliefs afforded by law. The immediate reaction would be a police state, unless the military use was to root out the deep state members bent on sedition and treason.

It's obvious those in the highest positions of law enforcement are corrupt, their rank and file will not arrest them for publicly exposed illegal actions, and they're now thumbing their noses at the laws they swore to protect. I'm for the military to arrest these folks and hold them for civil trial. They've traveled beyond legal boundaries and are now enemy combatants. Until their ability to continue their treason against the United States is stopped, the damage will continue, more innocent people will be hurt, and the security of the country is at stake.

Friday, February 2, 2018

Okay....I'm a Little Freaked Out

Today, I received way over a month of visitors. To make it worse, looking at where they came from, I realized they're sites that have nothing to do with people interested in what I have to write about.

I really don't have clue of why this is happening, except there are some sites looking for more hits, and somehow my blog is being linked.

Whatever the reason, I need to figure out a way to receive a quarter for each visit. Considering the amount of visits today, in a few weeks, I could retire.

Muellor Should Fold His Tent

The memo was released, it details the illegal methods to achieve a FISA warrant, those involved will now have some explaining to do, and all information, charges, and evidence Muellor was managing is inadmissible. Otherwise, if he's not pursuing charges against former members of the last administration, his work is over.

I'm not shocked. In fact, I figured such things were going on for a long, long time. Now that we've caught someone, maybe draining the swamp will become an easier task. 

Thursday, February 1, 2018

Memo Madness

I want to see what's in the memo; mostly because I feel it will prove some suspicions. I know the politics involved will lead to some notable media madness, but the meat of what may be one of the most corrupt actions by public servants may lead to some efforts by those wallowing in the swamp of ignorance to understand the basic rights demanded by the Constitution. I can only hope.