sunset from behind the wire

sunset from behind the wire

Friday, July 1, 2016

Picky-Picky-Picky

It's 110 in Phoenix and Bill Clinton wanted to golf. What's unusual about that? He's had heart surgery and a lesser man might not want to golf on the surface of the sun but he's not a normal man. He's the former president and should be able to go on a golfing holiday whenever he wants to. He's also filthy rich from  he and Secretary of State Hillary Clinton having deals cut with the Saudis, and with every corrupt monarch and despot on the planet while she was in office. He has his own jet, his Secret Service detail and life is good. Why shouldn't he land in Phoenix in mid-summer to play a few rounds? I swear, you bloggers have dirty minds. Sure, he's going to get laid too, he's Bill Frigging Clinton. 

So there you are.

Now, while you're in Phoenix, golfing and boinking your life away, on the eve of the release of the Benghazi Massacre Report. Sure it might cast a shadow over your wife who is running for president but she's slithered out of tighter places than that before. She's also under criminal investigation by the FBI for a series of felonies, but her supporters would still vote for her if she was standing over Trump's lifeless body holding a bloody knife. Life is good.

As luck would have it, your golfing vacation coincides with the arrival of Attorney General Loretta Lynch, who is overseeing Hillary's criminal investigation. You're a Clinton, you're lucky, you weren't impeached for perjury before Congress and you've got a lot of Democratic Party favors owed.

Lynch might want to know how your grandchildren are doing and you clearly want to know how hers are doing so you rent a sanitized third aircraft, parked on the tarmac at Sky Harbor Airport. She arrives in her government jet and you leave golfing to meet with her for thirty minutes, surrounded by your Secret Service Detail and her FBI Security Detail. Bloggers are skeptical, but this is how secret meetings are arranged. It takes 30 minutes to bang out the discussion of grandchildren, and Lynch, who was appointed to the federal bench by President Bill Clinton takes the opportunity to thank him for that. The airplane/meeting place is billed to the Clinton Foundation's credit card and it all went perfect.

Except the local ABC News affiliate (KNXV) isn't in the Clinton Foundation's orbit. It's in fly-over country. And the local news reporter wants a Pulitzer.

Lynch  didn't mention her meeting with Clinton but when ABC News brought it up, she reported nothing unusual in her meeting. Just two old friends who wanted to chat about grandchildren. And the State Department wants to wait until after the election to release more of Hillary's e-mail...

Nothing more to see here folks, move along. Look, a squirrel!


Door-to-Door

Every day around supper time somebody comes around selling stuff. They are peddling solar - I point to the roof, at the panels up there and they say, "oh".

Or it's the Jay-Dubs flogging Watchtower magazines in the hopes of being one of the 144K that go to heaven --- without ever considering that in the unlikely chance that I would join, I could bump them out of their slot.

Then there are negroes "working their way through college" who are selling subscriptions to magazines that never arrive.

Yesterday there was a new twist on an old theme. Muslims knocked on the door, pointing to a truck with "stolen goods" that they wanted to fence. Stereo equipment. Only it was just crap equipment, not stolen equipment. Trust me, the Muslims are just catching onto the gypsy trick that must have hooked a few of them over the years.

There must be a lot of mooches in my neighborhood to attract so many 'Fuller Brush men'.

Believe it or not there are still gypsies running around. Authentic Romanian gypsies! I need the local police department to just park a marked unit in front of my home to ward off the more malicious of the panhandlers. (Is "panhandler" a politically correct word? I honestly don't know. Or is bum more correct?) Maybe I should just buy an old Crown Vic, paint it black and normal* and put a disco light on top - and leave it out-front?
*Famous LAPD Chief Darryl Gates said that, "black people don't choke out the same as normal people", leading LAPD officers to refer to their marked cars as 'black and normal'.
Mosque-down-the-street
Then again, maybe the solution is to move to an old mine high in the mountains where people don't know you are and not worry about a sign? A place where there is not a mosque-down-the-street.

They haven't put up the towers for the muezzin to call the faithful to prayer five times daily, but I'm confident that they are in somewhere in the works.

Do the panhandlers/bums go to the mosque to push their wares? I really don't know. There is a high fence around it and armed guards (protecting the arsenal no doubt) by the entrance to ward off the unshriven.

My son-in-law (police officer) was called to the mosque the other day to protect the sand monkeys as they were barking at the moon during Ramadan. I asked if there was a specific threat. He said that there was not but they wanted cops (on the outside) to augment their hired rag head security. I can't believe that the city sent the police, but I'm sure that it's all politically correct.