Daily Archives: September 13, 2013

The land we let them keep they didn’t need

WordPress didn’t show this abomination and wouldn’t allow me to edit it in. Look at all the land down there that might have shale oil on it the cheating sneaking thieving Mexicans were allowed to keep.

Who the hell needs Iraq and Afghanistan?

Mexican–American War
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mexican%E2%80%93American_War

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Cheated by Mexicans – Taking what’s rightfully ours

Looking for Love in All the Wrong Places – Johnny Lee 1980

Hi readers. Thanks for coming by.

We’ve got all these wars and troops all over the place but what the hell do we ever gain by it? Sheeze. Vietnamese farm fed fish in the grocery stores? Korean made television sets? Afghanistan heroin? Was it worth it? The only worthwhile thing we ever got from Vietnam and Korea were Vietnamese and Korean women who married GIs and improved the US breeding stock. We’ve been looking for love in all the wrong places.

Fact is, with all these recently discovered shale oil deposits recently discovered making us the most oil-rich real estate on the planet, it’s time we corrected an error made in 1848 by our sainted ancestors. When they snagged that little chunk of real estate from Mexico and brought the army home they had no idea about shale oil deposits. They left Mexico with way the hell more land than they needed.

Those Mexicans hadn’t learned their lesson yet about selfishly hoarding so much land they didn’t need and had no rightful claim to. Right here on our doorstep, land they cheated us out of by not telling us about oil shale and what might be under all that land we allowed them to keep. And who knows what other stuff they’ve got under there they aren’t telling us about? Stuff we might need later.

Those troops in Afghanistan aren’t getting us a damned thing except planeloads of heroin. The trouble with that war is that it’s not visionary. It’s too far from home and eventually everything the US gains there will have gone into the veins of a bunch of addicts, aside from a few Swiss bank accounts of politicians and military gurus.

We US citizens are sick of being cheated by Mexico and Mexicans sneaking in here stealing our grunt labor jobs nobody wants, sneaking around having valuable mineral resources they didn’t tell us about last time US troops had to go down there and kick ass.

This time we need to do it right. This time we need to take the whole damned place so’s we don’t have to do it again. Move the US Border Patrol down to Yucatan where it can do some good keeping Guatemala where it belongs.

Old Jules

Mexican–American War
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mexican%E2%80%93American_War

Mexican Cession 1848
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Mexican_Cession.png

The Song of the Sewer

Art Carney – Song of the Sewer 1955

“My father he worked in the sewer uptown.
I followed his footsteps and worked my way down.
That’s how I got into this here industry:
I just sort of fell into it. Heh! Lucky me!”

I intended that to end the last post, but WordPress ain’t letting me edit my posts these days.

Old Jules

Making money the old fashioned way

Hi readers. Thanks for coming by for a read this morning.

I saw a bumper sticker in town yesterday in the parking lot of the last Gibson’s store in existence. 20 year old beat-to-hell pickup with the sticker, “I make money the old fashioned way – I work for it“.

Judging by the truck, I’m guessing he’s probably telling the truth.

Inside the store when I went to pay for my purchase the cashier held the bill up to the light, then used a black felt tip pen on it and squinted at it again. When she decided it was okay I asked whether they get any phonies.

Lots of them.” She shrugged and counted out my change, which I didn’t examine closely. That’s trust.

The fact is there are lots of old fashioned ways to make money. Working has always been the least efficient method, but it’s widely praised by people who have a lot of it by inheritance, politics, graft, bailouts, handouts, subsidies, and prostitution. Someone has to do the grunt work or the whole system of economics falls apart.

Fact is, someone has to ring the cash registers, clean out the sewer lines, change the oil on cars, sit behind desks doing meaningless, boring, dead-end chores all day or it would become downright inconvenient for people who made their money the various other old fashioned ways.

And those hamburger flippers and sewer plant operaters need to be able to find something about it they can construe as a virtue, rather than just being fools and useful zombies drawing lousy pay for essential work to keep things running.