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Praying Mantis
So, Mitt Romney chose Paul Ryan for his Veep, meaning that we have a chance of actually getting a fiscal conservative in office. Thank God for that. Hopefully, we also take back the entire Congress so we can repeal the Obamacare nightmare and work towards a meaningful fix of what has rapidly devolved in to a wallet bleeding fiesta instead of a healthcare system. I watched a video earlier that was about six minutes long and it featured a panel of individual Members explaining their positions on Obamacare to Dear Leader and his ass clown sidekick. During this six minutes, Paul Ryan completely devastated every claim made by Obama admin fools about the program being paid for. He dissected each and every claim, uncovered several instances of double counting and how ten years of tax increases only paid for a portion of six years healthcare. This video sold me on Ryan, at least the fiscal conservative part.
The next video I watched was Obama attempting to give a motivational speech to supporters without his beloved teleprompter. Holly crap!! This guy fumbled and uhmm’ed his way through an embarrassing four minutes of complete inability to either get an idea across or answer a straightforward question. This was frightening to me, because if this guy can’t even form a coherent sentence without coaching, what the fuck is he doing running this country?!?
When I see the political ads on the idiot box and hear them on the radio I am beyond offended. The democrats actually have the temerity to presume I am stupid enough to believe their distorted prevaricated view of events they portray as the republican candidates history and positions. Their extreme disdain of those with money or those who have made themselves wealthy through a lifetime of hard work is revealing, yet largely ignored by a captured media. Their socialist idea about what is “fair” and what is not is the most revealing thing in their entire campaign. I will go out on a limb and predict that if the republicans do not take back the congress and if Obama squeaks out a surprise win, America is doomed. By this I mean that our remaining freedoms will be stripped away in the name of “fairness” and “security”. They will do everything in their power to completely control our lives and remove our weapons from our possession. Obama has already made it clear that he hates private ownership of weapons and that if the congress won’t do anything about gun control, he will do things without them, presumably through presidential directives. We as Americans should be very afraid of this man and his minions, very, very afraid. In fact, I am more afraid of him than I am of nearly nothing else in the world.
So, It’s about four and a half hours later, and Little Ancona, Mrs. Ancona and Little Ancona’s girlfriend are back from her “reunion” with the kids she went to Europe with. Apparently, they were all bored with the program so they went to Olive Garden for grub, and made the drive back from St. Lucie in the rain. Mrs. Ancona is pissed because I failed to inform her about the thunderstorms she would have to drive back home through, but otherwise all is good with the Ancona women.
So now it’s almost 6, and I’m in the living room trying to understand just what the fuck I need to do to insulate myself from the shit-storm I see coming. Irrespective of who wins this election, we’re fucking screwed, and that my friends is a natural fact. All doomtarded prophecy aside, I can see the writing on the wall and it ain’t good. The banksters have fucked us good this time folks, they have fucked us good. There simply is not enough money on the planet, and not enough printers to make more, to get us out of this pit we have fallen in to, which means we will all be pounding salt before long, a prospect I have not visited until just now. Thanks Bernanke and all of your bankster buddies! Great fucking job of destroying the universe, you pussy communist douchetarded fuckmonkey!
People, I am completely exhausted. I am tired of the perpetual doom, I am tired of the constant worry, and I am mostly tired of the lies. I want to see a return to sanity, which cannot happen beneath the cloud of our current paradigm. I want to see an American economy that is flourishing because we recognize that the unions are not the end-all be-all to our existence. I want to see an American economy that is booming because we have managed to produce products that exceed the expectations of the receiving party. I want to see the old way of doing business return. In addition, I want to see some banker heads on a row of sticks. I want their fucking corpses dangling from a row of trees for all to see until they rot and fall off. I want to see the return of the rule of law, something I never thought too much about as a law abiding Citizen, yet find myself obsessing over these days as a direct result of the complete lack of prosecution for the greatest theft in the history of mankind. The perpetrators of this great crime became so completely connected and so completely captured their regulators, that they simply cannot be prosecuted. The way I see it, there have not been any indictments because those who committed the crimes spent huge sums of money to elect those who should be tasked with arresting and prosecuting them. Nice and tidy, huh?
I have worked my ass off all of my adult life to provide a comfortable existence for me and mine, yet I can’t seem to ever amass enough to escape the rat maze and disconnect from the status quo, something I desperately want to do. The wife is not on board with going off-grid, but Little Ancona is, so Mom will do what the two other Anconas decide to do. Given the chance, I would be out of here so fast the road would buckle in my wake, but barring a forgotten rich uncle leaving me with a monster box of gold eagles, it ain’t happening anytime soon, so we’re going to continue our prepping and continue to squirrel away whatever silver I can, waiting for the balloon to go up.
So many of my friends are in bad financial shape and completely without a cushion, I’m afraid of what will happen when the balloon finally does go up. I worry that there will be so many completely unprepared folks that hundreds of millions will simply die as a result of their own profligacy and their own inability to recognize what is right in front of their eyes.
All we can do is to continue to stack and store, I see no other way to form that layer of insulation folks. I really want to add another five hundred gallon propane tank for the genset, but Mom won’t go for it, so I am simply piling up 25 pound barbeque tanks in the shed so I have some back up when the big tank goes dry. We do what we can folks. Either way, I intend to be ready for an upheaval that threatens to last for a few years, with food, fuel and money [silver] to tide us over. I will not be the guy who depends upon regular deliveries of MRE’s and government cheese to exist. That said, I still fear the hordes of folks who will be looking for something to eat when the shit hits the fan.
Sorry about the disjointed subject barren rant.
The next video I watched was Obama attempting to give a motivational speech to supporters without his beloved teleprompter. Holly crap!! This guy fumbled and uhmm’ed his way through an embarrassing four minutes of complete inability to either get an idea across or answer a straightforward question. This was frightening to me, because if this guy can’t even form a coherent sentence without coaching, what the fuck is he doing running this country?!?
When I see the political ads on the idiot box and hear them on the radio I am beyond offended. The democrats actually have the temerity to presume I am stupid enough to believe their distorted prevaricated view of events they portray as the republican candidates history and positions. Their extreme disdain of those with money or those who have made themselves wealthy through a lifetime of hard work is revealing, yet largely ignored by a captured media. Their socialist idea about what is “fair” and what is not is the most revealing thing in their entire campaign. I will go out on a limb and predict that if the republicans do not take back the congress and if Obama squeaks out a surprise win, America is doomed. By this I mean that our remaining freedoms will be stripped away in the name of “fairness” and “security”. They will do everything in their power to completely control our lives and remove our weapons from our possession. Obama has already made it clear that he hates private ownership of weapons and that if the congress won’t do anything about gun control, he will do things without them, presumably through presidential directives. We as Americans should be very afraid of this man and his minions, very, very afraid. In fact, I am more afraid of him than I am of nearly nothing else in the world.
So, It’s about four and a half hours later, and Little Ancona, Mrs. Ancona and Little Ancona’s girlfriend are back from her “reunion” with the kids she went to Europe with. Apparently, they were all bored with the program so they went to Olive Garden for grub, and made the drive back from St. Lucie in the rain. Mrs. Ancona is pissed because I failed to inform her about the thunderstorms she would have to drive back home through, but otherwise all is good with the Ancona women.
So now it’s almost 6, and I’m in the living room trying to understand just what the fuck I need to do to insulate myself from the shit-storm I see coming. Irrespective of who wins this election, we’re fucking screwed, and that my friends is a natural fact. All doomtarded prophecy aside, I can see the writing on the wall and it ain’t good. The banksters have fucked us good this time folks, they have fucked us good. There simply is not enough money on the planet, and not enough printers to make more, to get us out of this pit we have fallen in to, which means we will all be pounding salt before long, a prospect I have not visited until just now. Thanks Bernanke and all of your bankster buddies! Great fucking job of destroying the universe, you pussy communist douchetarded fuckmonkey!
People, I am completely exhausted. I am tired of the perpetual doom, I am tired of the constant worry, and I am mostly tired of the lies. I want to see a return to sanity, which cannot happen beneath the cloud of our current paradigm. I want to see an American economy that is flourishing because we recognize that the unions are not the end-all be-all to our existence. I want to see an American economy that is booming because we have managed to produce products that exceed the expectations of the receiving party. I want to see the old way of doing business return. In addition, I want to see some banker heads on a row of sticks. I want their fucking corpses dangling from a row of trees for all to see until they rot and fall off. I want to see the return of the rule of law, something I never thought too much about as a law abiding Citizen, yet find myself obsessing over these days as a direct result of the complete lack of prosecution for the greatest theft in the history of mankind. The perpetrators of this great crime became so completely connected and so completely captured their regulators, that they simply cannot be prosecuted. The way I see it, there have not been any indictments because those who committed the crimes spent huge sums of money to elect those who should be tasked with arresting and prosecuting them. Nice and tidy, huh?
I have worked my ass off all of my adult life to provide a comfortable existence for me and mine, yet I can’t seem to ever amass enough to escape the rat maze and disconnect from the status quo, something I desperately want to do. The wife is not on board with going off-grid, but Little Ancona is, so Mom will do what the two other Anconas decide to do. Given the chance, I would be out of here so fast the road would buckle in my wake, but barring a forgotten rich uncle leaving me with a monster box of gold eagles, it ain’t happening anytime soon, so we’re going to continue our prepping and continue to squirrel away whatever silver I can, waiting for the balloon to go up.
So many of my friends are in bad financial shape and completely without a cushion, I’m afraid of what will happen when the balloon finally does go up. I worry that there will be so many completely unprepared folks that hundreds of millions will simply die as a result of their own profligacy and their own inability to recognize what is right in front of their eyes.
All we can do is to continue to stack and store, I see no other way to form that layer of insulation folks. I really want to add another five hundred gallon propane tank for the genset, but Mom won’t go for it, so I am simply piling up 25 pound barbeque tanks in the shed so I have some back up when the big tank goes dry. We do what we can folks. Either way, I intend to be ready for an upheaval that threatens to last for a few years, with food, fuel and money [silver] to tide us over. I will not be the guy who depends upon regular deliveries of MRE’s and government cheese to exist. That said, I still fear the hordes of folks who will be looking for something to eat when the shit hits the fan.
Sorry about the disjointed subject barren rant.
