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Ode to Democrat…

August 18, 2012

Ode to Democrat Dirt


We are met with the Godless, a new version of the Tories but without the decorum, re-branded slavers (socialists), and rotten new deal acolytes doing and saying anything for votes.  The smarmy personages punched out in the forms of DebbieWasserman-Shultz wannabees, spread their message from and to the bottom—where they fully expect their constituencies to remain, and forever locked into the cycle where they are ensconced in government payouts for their needs and wants.  The base desires are being met by the sweat of someone else’s furrowed, beat upon, pocket picked, and forever paying brows.  Without even a thank-you, they march and slogan for more, human nature at its core, the gimmee society without knowledge or skills—or an inclination to rise for work on time if they were to work—those who are insulted by the notion they would have a “boss” who would have the temerity to tell them what to do.


My pockets have been picked all my life—for more than thirty-five years now the payments have been regular and I have little to show except an ability to bring in one paycheck after another made smaller by government confiscation.  What’s left will buy less food because of the debt our Godless party has piled onto us.  My contributions have assisted the Tories to grow minions who look to the government first for their sustenance whose minds (if they thought about it), consider taxpayers in a kind of fuzzy cloud of convenience.  It is the fuzzy cloud of taxpayers for which they care nothing and with whom they generally have little in common.  They sense or see no unfairness in the taking, but instead demand more; “you should, you ought to, you must provide rubbers and the pill, dumb-ass.”


Yes, there are minions of the re-brand who work or who have friends that work.  Still they vote for every rotten new deal acolyte that comes along and makes the argument why others must pay more.  Loyal to the core, happy to elect people who steal from the productive, the enslaved march into the voting booth and pull the lever for the plantation.  Happily shouting slogans, they seek salvation in man blind to the futility, before they scurry off to the nearest Starbucks for group hugs on their latest victory over evil capitalist pigs, Christians, and military types.  “We should sue the cemetery for that f*ing cross.”


Is there evidence the bastardized party has any interest in solving problems or demonstrated any restraint in creating federal law that further enslaves?  Where is there evidence that democratic politicians actually desire to solve problems?  How is SandraFluke paid so she can pay her rent?


The raw deal party has already started screeching about PaulRyan and pretends it is they who have the answers on our economy despite not passing a bloated budget in three years—one of the laws the socialists have determined does not apply to the happy, top-tiered socialists.  Imagine, committing the political sin of having a reasonable plan to solve a problem!  Robert Leckie, author of “Helmet for my Pillow,” an account of the Marine Corps Pacific campaign in World War II, describes in one scene on Guadalcanal a dead Japanese soldier who fell partly submerged in the Tenaru River.  The poor man, probably pressed into service for his Emperor, was obese and had a number of pouches filled with rice balls strung on his torso between his skin and his bloody battle blouse.  To Marine Leckie who was surveying the scene with field glasses from the other side of the river, the man was a “chow-hound”—meaning he loved his food.  PFCLeckie put the glasses away when a river crocodile began tearing out his intestines.  The constituencies of our democratic party have been feeding on the nation’s entrails for a generation now and demand more.  And so without a budget, the Reid’s and Pelosi’s go about securing more debt, promising more of everything—and in their short-sighted modus, they secure power for their time—before they retire and leave the ever-growing mess for someone else to deal with.  For now, the dynamic duo of mediocrity sings their verse to make certain sloganeering delivers votes.

“It is true,

Everything I do,

I do it for you.”


I laugh.



Hunter Ayers

August 13, 2012








Forgive Fareed Zakaria!

August 11, 2012

The left wing writer and anchor has plagiarized a portion of an article. He should not be punished whatsoever—suffering the indignity of a suspension from TIME and an indefinite suspension from CNN. After all, the leftist page is very confined and allows for no growth upward. Set Fareed free! Let him alone! To hold him accountable is an anathema to the leftist media and it must be painful for them to show disappointment, disapproval in one of their own. The only folks they are interested in quashing by any means necessary are conservatives.

Every bit of information the leftist must use in their work, envelop into their lives come from the minds of grand masters of people, schooled in Marxism, perfected by a simply fabulous combination set of Mao, Alinsky, Zinn, and Chomsky set out every point of view that must be taken to stay in step. It is all there on the one or two pages on each issue a writer or an anchor must use, lest he or she fall out of favor with such people of integrity as Cutie (borrowed from The Hope for America blog) Cutter, AKA Stephanie Cutter, an up and coming democratic operative.

Poor Fareed was found to have borrowed a paragraph from The New Yorker for an article he wrote (and the brilliant editors printed) in another magazine few read. It’s not his fault! Is there no mercy? Where is the understanding? After all, if one is merely a bit of the glue that is spread on its surface to attract flies to the leftist page, how much writing can you be expected to do that is of your own? He must be forgiven I tell you!

The narratives are so narrowly constructed—and it is so tall now, built on the foundation of sand; piled on leftist lies across generations—it makes it very hard on a new fellow. The contorted, strained narrative that originated from the make-believe world of the few who chose themselves and collected the whimsies of past and present intellectual wizards who have decided what is to be on the page that an up and coming leftist mouthpiece has little chance to break in and make his mark. I say give the man a break. He is no worse than basketfuls of others. We’re all human beings, right? If we were stuck to one narrative, one angle, one set of falsehoods and distortions, any of us would face the same challenge to produce something that would sell to the uber naive who think they are uber intelligent. Of all places to borrow from and of all subjects (this one is a very short page), the article was “The Case for Gun Control,” printed in The New Yorker magazine, the same but far more haughty second cousin of his employer, TIME.

I just don’t see it. As small thinkers began tinkering with the Constitution and decided on their own without even the basis of common sense (that wonderful kind of intelligence that Uncle Jimmy Lee taught passed to us) that interstate commerce clause meant anything they wanted it to mean as far as federal power. One lie has been written or broadcasted after another until all that’s left is a pile in the front yard. One convergence of make-believe onto another is merely a pile covering over another and oh my, we know what happens when one begins with a lie—one has to keep telling more in order to escape scrutiny. In the present day the production line of leftist producing more Cass Sunsteins requires maintenance. Sunstein has easily been able to do all the damage he could by regulations and though he has stepped away undoubtedly to write a book that won’t sell, he leaves a batch of product surrounding Obama who gleefully carries on in his tradition of killing free enterprise—freedom—by any means necessary. The left is at the low point of two steep waves of their own making. It is drowning in a dilemma—a deep, dark, swirling wet dilemma where a poor newbie like Fareed must do what he must do.

The pages Fareed must stay consistent with are so small, there are so few dedicated to each issue—and gun control? Oh, my goodness, it’s a one-page lesson—tax, control, then confiscate in the glorious leftist future. How much creativity is left for poor little Fareed to use? Where can a dedicated leftist get his material? He must stay on course! He must repeat the pewter mantra and call it gold, drive the stake in our Constitution, sing the off-key song and like it! He must nourish himself with the spoiled food of liberalism and drink the poison of collectivism or become the subject of his peers in most unflattering, vile, and slanderous ways—the ways of his saints Reid, Pelosi, and Obama.

Free Fareed! He ain’t done nothing very wrong for a leftist.

Hunter Ayers
August 11, 2012

Harry Reid of Nevada

August 3, 2012

Harry Reid of Nevada

Harry Reid, the Democrat Senator of Nevada, the Majority leader of that house claims someone from Bain Capital called him about Mitt Romney’s tax returns.  He said the caller told him that Mitt didn’t pay taxes each year of the years and more he was at the helm of Bain.  He gives us the unnamed, supposed insider (who would know), as though the phantom caller was allowed to either see the returns or hear Mitt announce such a thing somehow, somewhere, in some venue where his personal taxes must have been the subject of an office conversation.  The caller is a made up fancy straight out of the game’s playbook.

A thing made up to pressure Mitt Romney to yield to a DNC demand so it can have the opportunity to find a tidbit of something that can be used against him is typical of the socialist party we must endure.  Our prayer and hope is to defeat them and send them back to the hell of their minds from which they came.  Don’t do it, Mr. Romney.  Don’t do it.  Now the high ground on this issue is yours.  Harry is lying.  Responding to a lie such as this would be in effect lending credibility to the words of an incredible shell, the corrupt, the mere tool of false narratives on behalf of the criminal DNC, which is Harry Reid of Nevada.  He is only one of still many who take our money and enjoy the perks of high office.  Harry Reid is one of many who do not deserve to occupy the place of representative, for he represents himself and his party only, not the Americans in his State.

Release them after you win the election, Mr. Romney and prove he is the liar we know him to be.  That would be fun.  Do this Mr. Romney, even though being found to be corrupt and being found to be liars has never slowed democrats down or even cause a moment of an accelerated heart rate.  I know.

Meanwhile, Harry Reid of Nevada and fellow conspirators such as Boxer, Murray, Schumer, and other perennial idiots do nothing about debt, regulations, an administration overstepping its authority, taxes, and on and on it goes like a spinning wheel out of control, spinning to control us.  It’s the election season after all and not one of them has the character and integrity to do honest work.  For the sake of power, they do nothing but dishonestly parrot a socialist doctrine under guise of our general welfare, under the banner of justice, fairness, caring—those words that cause a normal human being to feel the release of endorphins in support because we do love and we do have ideals.

In the past, those who sold bottled up cure-alls were known as snake oil salesmen.  Harry can give us the name of the caller who knows about Mr. Romney’s taxes so others can talk to him—right?  No?  Harry—when the caller is a phantom, it’s mighty hard to produce a name, isn’t it?

Hunter Ayers, August 3, 2012