sunset from behind the wire

sunset from behind the wire

Friday, August 30, 2013

Democrats Coming to Terms?

There are some Democrats who are trying to come to terms with Barack Hussein Obama, the demigod who has run their party, the nation, the American military as Commander-in-Chief and leader of the free world (and nobel peace prize winner).

ObamaCare is turning out to be every bit as bad as predicted and even the labor unions are bemoaning their choices.  A friend of mine who is proud of his progressiveness still blames George W. Bush for everything that Obama is doing, excusing Barack because he has simply been "fixing Bush's mess" for two terms now... That doesn't hold water anywhere except in the mind of a person who is unwilling to look at reality and call a spade, a spade.

Biden for President
Barack was not the great half-black hope to bring employment anywhere. He bloated the government to an extent that most never believed possible, has been a champion of elements of radical islam and has  been the architect of a myriad of scandals, beginning with Fast and Furious, NSA, IRS, Benghazi - and they all keep coming.

My only concern is that of who would take over the government if Barack were to step down. Biden? God Help America. 

Teeth capped, face stretched, more hair plugs implanted, Biden is ready to be leader of the free world.

Tree Hugger

I like trees. I really do.

No, I'm not an Al Gore style faux tree hugger, but I love trees.

Old Coyote

No, I don't have a new cat. In fact, I've never had a cat. I'm not a cat person. I just thought that the picture was funny. If I was to get a dog at this stage of my life, I think it would be another Rhodesian Ridgeback. (right)

I had a Ridgeback (named Matt, after General Matthew Ridgeway, US Army - WW2 and Korea).

The South Africans used them to hunt lions. They love to hunt cats including cougars (not sexually predatory women, the wild kind with claws and fangs --- wait ---you know what I mean). Matt loved to tree cats for sport. The cats just sat in the trees and mocked him while he bayed. Then Matt lost interest, left and the cats climbed down. Occasionally he did catch a cat. Rhodesian Ridgebacks are large hounds and they are very strong. If they can take down a lion, a house cat isn't much effort.

Before Matt, my Uncle John found a coyote pup on the mountain and brought him for me to raise. I named him Dusty.

As Dusty grew, his loyalty to me was beyond question and everyone in the area was afraid of him. People wondered what a coyote was doing in a (small farming/ranching) town just hanging out. He used to run next to my bicycle when I rode it. If any other boy issued a taunt, he'd bare fangs and run toward them. That didn't happen often, but often enough that people kept a respectful distance.

Sadly for Dusty, he liked stealing chickens. I'd find a freshly killed chicken on my doorstep every day (uneaten) -- until somebody took exception to that and ended his chicken killing career. Dusty was a coyote and no amount of 'civilizing' would change that.