About A Dozen

Jack Abramoff, the favorite progressive piñata of the early 1990’s, was recently interviewed by CNBC (“Congress Members Took Part In Insider Trading: Abramoff”). The scandals surrounding Abramoff were huffed and puffed by the sneering liberals who used it as a “guilt by association” weapon to benefit the Bolshevik Bumpkin, Billy Bob Clinton. During that time, a large number of Republicans, but surprisingly, NO Democrats, were named and justifiably convicted in the collateral investigations. I find this exclusion of liberal malfeasance to be all too convenient..


Of course, the “impartial” media is finally getting around to interviewing a REPUBLICAN who has been off of the world’s radar screen for years relative to a “scandal” that allegedly involved ONLY REPUBLICANS during this election cycle seems all to convenient as well..


This is not to disregard the convictions of the Republicans involved in these incidents. What I find fascinating is the “fact” that nary a Democrat was in ANY way involved with Abramoff. Even if that were even remotely true, I am willing to wager that the liberals had a few Abramoffs of their own who managed to get off Scott-Free while the attention of the “impartial” media was focused upon the REPUBLICAN Abramoff..


The “swamp” that is Washington, properly identified as such by the Marxist Medusa, Nancy Pelosi, has been a swamp for generations. The “all talk, no action” liberals used this “promise”, along with such high-falutin’ promises that gasoline would go DOWN in price if she were in charge of the House, to ride the train of tomfoolery straight into Union Station.. Needless to say, the “train” derailed and it was back to “business as usual” with the liberals in charge.. Never mind, the votes were tallied, the quotes were forgotten.. By some..


In the interview, Abramoff said “members of Congress and their aides took part in insider trading based on foreknowledge of market moving information on Capitol Hill.” This came from, as CNBC called him, “disgraced Washington lobbyist Jack Abramoff”.. The inference is that the timeframe for such chicanery was limited to the early 1990’s, I am willing to say that there is NO “statute of limitations” related to the obvious abuses of those who have made their way to Washington, elected or otherwise..


This itch for “public service” has to be scrutinized a bit more carefully. In doing so, you need only peer casually at just a few examples of this desire to “serve”, a desire that turns itself into the need to “serve” THEMSELVES..


After being “forced” from Goldman Sachs, liberal investment wizard (and therefore immune from any “investigations”..) Jon Corzine spent sixty-two million of HIS OWN dollars to run for the Senate in 2000. Katherine Harris spent ten million of her own dollars whilst struggling to win a bid for the Senate in 2006.. These two examples are not standing by themselves. Including the pantsuit progressive, almost every candidate, successful or otherwise, seems to end up spending their own monies for a seat in either the House or the Senate.. What could POSSIBLY be motivating these stalwart Americans?


How did a family of “public servants” like the Kennedy’s manage to afford the Hyannis Port Compound that was last occupied by the ridiculously rotund Teddy? Then again, why would someone leave a company like Goldman Sachs while spending $60,000,000.00 of their own dollars in order to “earn” during a single term about $150,000.00? As a VERY successful “investor”, why would Corzine make what appears ON THE SURFACE to be such an unwise investment of his own money? Because it is what is UNDER the “surface”, or “under the table”, that “profits” these politicians to such a high degree..


Abramoff said “many of those members of Congress bragged to him about their stock trading prowess.” With information flowing like gravy to these “public servants” from more than just Abramoff, with these “public servants” crafting legislation that they themselves then “invest” in, it becomes much easier to understand the “need” to become “public servants” and why all of them would want to “brag” about it..


Abramoff himself “didn’t play the stock market himself-he considered it an inherently unfair ‘casino’ in which the house had far more information than the players.” It sounds as though both the Senate AND the “house” has the inside track on this not-so gambling.. A “casino” is a very apt descriptor as the “house” is set up to fleece the “player” regardless of the location of the “casino”. Abramoff “made most of his fortune representing, and as it turned out duping, Native American Tribes rich with cash from casino operations.” There you have it..


However, in the REAL world, if one goes into a casino with “insider information”, they are immediately cashiered and banned from the location for life. In the UN-real world of Washington, those who are rarely cashiered in such a manner usually end up the preverbal Phoenix as they reappear from the ashes as.. Lobbyists..


“Abramoff declined to name the members of Congress.” Why? Why wouldn’t someone want to “clear the air” so to speak? Don’t the constituents have a right to know just WHOM has been “profiting” illegally to such a degree? Maybe due to the previously mentioned “Phoenix Phactor”, our Casino Jack feels the need to be mum.. “Abramoff says he thinks trading based on inside Congressional knowledge is wrong.” However it appears to be NOT so “wrong” as to compel him to NAME those involved in what he says is “wrong”..


“These people should not be using whatever information they gain as public servants to benefit themselves, any more than they should be taking bribes..” Are you kidding? Using information and taking bribes? THESE are the two reasons WHY these people WANT to become “public servants”. It certainly isn’t for the pay that they receive according to their rarely released/fictional tax forms..


“Generally, legal analysts say that Wall Street insider trading laws do not apply to Congress. The legal assumption has long been that any member of the public can have access to information about how Congress works..” Nonsense.. The problem is, we will NEVER know how Congress REALLY “works” and that is the crux of the issue.. How they “work” in the shadows is what we should really be concerned with and here Abramoff has the chance to finally be a hero but, in using “casino” lingo, Jack opts for a “push”..


“Abramoff says that everybody on the inside knew it. ‘I think it was pretty widely known and it is pretty widely known that is it going on.’” No, it ISN’T “widely known” by the REST OF US, so why don’t you, as an “insider”, take the time to fill us in.. I mean, we can certainly GUESS..


When Hillary Clinton makes hundreds of thousands of dollars on “cattle futures” in less than one day, when Warren Buffett gets a phone call from OWEbama and then he “invests” in Bank of American and in less than one day, he clears millions of dollars, we can certainly GUESS, but a few exact details from a real “insider” might be nice..


“The most valuable type of information for congressional insider trading is held by congressional investigators who pry deeply into corporate goings on. An easy target is advance knowledge of an investigation hearing into a company. Hearings are going to have a bad impact on a company. Some of the staffers I’ve seen in the past talked about the fact that, ‘Oh, I’m gonna go out and short that company.’” Actually, the more lucrative “investments” don’t involve the short cutting of a potential loss, it involves the potential gain from “new” investing, say the “investing” by the OWEbama crowd into Solyndra and the entire “green scheme.”


As for the rest of us, according to Jack, “you don’t have all the information that you need. The casino has all the information, and you don’t..” Jack has “all the information” and even with a golden opportunity courtesy of CNBC, he isn’t “telling” either..


In the end, Jack says “as many as a dozen members of Congress and their aides took part in insider trading”.. Really. I am willing to bet, snidely using more casino parlance, that that number falls well SHORT of the actual figure, REGARDLESS of party affiliation..


31 responses to “About A Dozen

  1. Payola then for sure. Abramhoff should tell it all regardless of party!!! We the public need to know just who the crooks are IMHO!!!

    On another point not related to this wonderful article Larry is I personally like Herman Cain for our next president but of course it ain’t gonna happen. We’ll probably get Rommney ‘not even sure how he spells his last name’ lol, but you watch and see what happens.

  2. Larry, I too saw the interviews with Abramoff. He should sing, but would he be putting his life on the line? The biggest TOAD in the swamp is Princess Pelosi. How else can she afford the $1,000.00 suits she sports strutting around the halls of congress. She is “connected” and all her relatives also benefit from her influence and insider knowledge.


    Larry I have been waiting for your next post to
    supplement my visiting RUSH
    So much going on we should follow the rise of
    NEWT G maybe him with Cain as VP would be
    fun to watch the MSM spread filth around about
    both of them
    debates would also add to the laughter
    screw there past as it compares to the big O
    it is child play

  4. The secret is out regarding the accumulation of wealth our congress people amass – – – Insider trading and laws that exempt themselves. And yes, I would imagine Abramoff would fear for his life and his kins lives should he sing. While I agree congress is full of sleaze bags, it is also full of powerful people who do not want to be outed so they would make the problem disappear – – permanently!

    I got an E-mail with a rider which won’t let me copy and paste, so I’ll explain. There is the colorful Government Eagle emblem next to a red, white and blue rolled condom. The caption…
    The government today announced it is changing its emblem from an Eagle to a CONDOM because it more accurately reflects the government’s political stance. A condom allows for inflation, halts production, destroys the next generation, protects a bunch of pricks, and gives you a sense of security while you’re actually being screwed. “Damn! It just doesn’t get more accurate than that”!

  5. Family,

    Those “veterans” who have been around NLTZ since its inception know that this topic has been one that I have tried to address since Day One.

    There is no LOGICAL explaination for someone spending millions of their own money for a job that “pays” $200,000..

    Please note that the overwhelming majority of these “public servants” are lawyers, as well note the similarity in spelling to “liars”..

    Thanks as always,


  6. Family,

    For those in need of MORE proof of my theory:

    Pelosi, Boehner and Bachus have ALL “conveniently invested” during times when collateral legislation was either being crafted or had just beeen crafted, leading to INSIDER windfall profits. (CNN “Pelosi fires back at 60 Minutes report on soft corruption”)

    Pelosi and her crooked husband “invested” in VISA, nabbing 5,000 shares that went up $20 a share the next day.

    Bachus bought option funds, “betting” the market would drop relative to GE. As well, we ALL know how DEEP OWEbama is with GE.. This practice is also how George Soros has made his billions.

    Boehner bought health insurance stocks that would go up when the “public option” was lanced from the Bolshevik boil of OWEbamascare..

    They are not alone..

    Thanks as always,


  7. Larry, I had hoped you would resume your posts here before Veterans Day, so that I could post a tribute to a WWII veteran. Since you didn’t resume it before 11-11-11, I hope you don’t mind me putting it here now.

    (An incredible story of one man’s courage in honor of our deceased Veterans on this day. A word of warning: some of the text is somewhat graphic in its description.)

    To Hell and Back
    (By Edward Lee Pitts)

    On September 7, 1944, Edward Treski received a lifetime dose of perspective.

    Last January (2010) while I was chauffeuring around my 87-year-old grandfather, he struck me speechless when, frustrated over losing his driving privileges and heartbroken that his wife of 63 years now lived in a nursing home, he blurted: “I have no idea why I am still alive. I should have died that day.”

    “That day” was September 7, 1944, when 23-year-old Army 2nd Lt. Edward Treski descended into a war experience so hellish that he could only be saved by a torpedo and a grenade.

    For two years, three months, and 15 days he survived as a prisoner in three Japanese internment camps spread across the Philippines–places where the punished found themselves hanging by their arms at the camp gate or beaten with electric cattle prods while standing in water. Where guards played games to keep their saber skills sharp by swinging their swords at kneeling prisoners’ necks, seeing who could get closest before turning the blade to whack its flat edge. Places where prisoners would hide the dead to get extra food rations until the smell became too great and where the decomposing bodies would rise out of their graves every rainy season, demanding to be reburied.

    Then, in the late summer of 1944 as Japan’s long stranglehold on the Philippines began to weaken, my “Papa” found his neck tethered by ropes to hundreds of other emaciated prisoners. The guards, nervous because Allied planes had bombed nearby runways the night before, gave the order for those conjoined barefooted men to march.

    “There was no stopping. There were trucks in front of us with machine guns pointing our way and trucks behind us with machine guns pointing in our direction.Guards were on both sides with fixed bayonets. After several hours, someone would drop. Those tied closest to him would have to drag him, pick him up and carry him. If a guard would see you carry one, he would hit you with his rifle butt. He would cut the man loose, retie the rope, put the fallen man into the ditch, and sometimes stick him with the bayonet before moving on.”

    By dark the prisoners found themselves in the port area of Davao. Soon, they longed for the space and air found during the forced march.

    “They would put us down in the hull of the ship. Packed like sardines down there. They had the guards fix bayonets, and they’d send a bunch down the hull, and they would lunge at us, you know, sort of packing, packing until they got as many as they could get down in there. Then they got out, and they pulled the stairway up. They put the timbers across the hull and rolled some canvas and tarp over that. They just left one little hole open on the one end of it, one corner of it, where a guard sat down and was looking down there laughing at us. It was like a furnace down there, no water, no facilities at all, nothing.”

    My grandfather found himself one of 750 POWs crammed into the hull of what survivors later called a “hell ship.” Guards used a rope to lower a five-gallon can of water and peelings of rotten tropical vegetables to the starving prisoners. Fights for the food and water followed:

    “Some of us decided to organize and take charge of the food when it came down to be sure the weak got some. They’d send a tin can down there for waste, and I believe it was the same can they put the food and water in. There was a lot of crying and praying going on. I thought it wouldn’t have been but a matter of days before we would all be dead.”

    The prisoners of war managed to spend 14 days in that foul and steamy hold, four at sea hugging the coast and 10 docked at the port of Zamboanga. Then the Japanese switched ships to throw off U.S. submarines. Now crammed into the darkened hull of the Shinyo Maru, the prisoners lost track of time. Records show that on September 7, 1944, the Shinyo Maru joined a convoy of four other ships: destination unknown. It would be a short trip.

    Just hours later, torpedoes from a U.S. submarine slammed into the unmarked ship. The Japanese guards panicked, unleashing a slaughter:

    “A guard just stuck his rifle down into the hole there and emptied it, and the bullets were whizzing all over the place. After emptying his rifle, he took a hand grenade and threw it down there. And I was sitting there where I could see it coming. It exploded. Knocked me unconscious….More?”

    That was the question my grandfather asked me repeatedly during tape-recorded sessions I began in 2001. Of course I wanted more. I’d spent my childhood trying to get his war experiences out of him.

    Occasionally he’d reveal snippets at unexpected times. When commercials interrupted an Atlanta Braves baseball game, Papa would unleash a war tale perfectly timed to end before the next pitch. I wished the commercials would never end.

    Once, he told me about taking over the steering wheel of a military bus laden with explosives after the driver fled during a Japanese ambush, the bullets piercing the roof as Papa drove. From history books I learned that for six months after Pearl Harbor, my grandfather and others in the 31st Infantry blew up bridges, ferries, and roads while trying to stop the Japanese army’s inevitable steamrolling of the Philippines. By turning himself and his rifle in to a Japanese camp in May 1942, Papa had joined one of the largest military surrenders in American history.

    But, Papa’s tales as I grew up avoided such humiliation and emphasized the fleeting moments of pride the soldiers shared. Like when he joined hundreds of prisoners to sing God Bless America at the top of their exhausted lungs while pushing a broken train back toward camp–all after a day of forced labor in the rice paddies. The jittery Japanese guards let the chorus continue while other prisoners could hear the refrain ringing all the way back to camp several miles away.

    The starvation, diseases, torture, and executions unleashed on the POWs at the hands of the Japanese are also the stuff of history books. While the death rate for Allied POWs in the European front was four percent, in the Pacific it was 27 percent. My grandfather refused to talk about the tortures he likely endured.

    He did say that whenever he was on the verge of giving up, he’d visualize the tears running down his mother’s cheeks the day that as an 18-year-old in February 1940, he asked her permission to join the service. He had to keep going, he decided, because he needed to get back home to wipe those tears away.

    In the face of brutality, acts of defiance–and humor–kept him going. The POWs named one guard, who was mean, Caesar, and another, who was talkative, Donald Duck. When guards distributed fake newspapers recounting how the Japanese had invaded the United States using submarines to control the Mississippi River, the POWs took the papers to the outhouses.

    Forced to build an airstrip using crushed coral, the prisoners dug holes on the landing strip and covered them with a thin layer of coral in the hopes that Japanese planes would crash upon landing. And the prisoners hatched intricate plots to lure guard dogs into the inner fence of the camp, where their capture meant adding meat to one sardine can’s worth of maggot-infested rice per day.

    “More?” he would ask. “Yeah, yeah. Definitely. Keep going,” I replied. So, he returned to the torpedoed Shinyo Maru:

    “I don’t know how long I was out, but when I came to, I was sitting in water in the slowly sinking ship. Bodies floated back and forth, parts of bodies. I looked across the ship and saw this big opening where the torpedo had hit. So, I walked over to the hole to get out. There I saw a sight that I will never forget as long as I live.

    “The guards had their life rafts in a semicircle around the swimming Americans. These guys were struggling to keep their heads above water, just so they could get a little breath of air, only to have a saber come down to split their skulls. I could see the glitter of the sun in the sabers, just chopping heads. They cut heads like they were cutting wood–sometimes taking the heads completely off. Other soldiers had fixed bayonets and they were sticking their fixed bayonets into the swimmers. Those they couldn’t reach, they would shoot.”

    The minutes in which the grenade explosion had knocked out Papa prevented him from becoming a victim in this massacre. With the ship about to sink, he swam to the other side away from the death-wielding Japanese lifeboats. He could see the shore three miles away. So Papa, down to 85 pounds from his normal 175-pound weight, grabbed a fellow prisoner and, holding on to a piece of lumber, together they started kicking towards shore.

    One of the torpedoed ships had managed to run onto a reef. The Japanese immediately set up their machine guns and, using binoculars, began to pick off prisoners swimming towards them. Soon, they opened up on Papa and his companion: “Jim, we’re making too big of a target. We’re going to have to let this plank go. You go one way, and I’ll go another.”

    Alone, Papa began swimming and praying, swimming and praying:

    “I felt like I was going to give out. I just couldn’t make it anymore. I thought I’d just lie on my stomach and sink. When I did, I looked down and, lo and behold, right below me was a white coral reef. I reached down to see if I could stand on it, and I could just barely catch it with my toes. I started heading towards the shore. The more shallow it would get, I’d sink down more, until finally I got down to where I was just on my stomach, pulling myself on my hands.”

    On the beach, he zigged and zagged to avoid the bullets. Diving over a pile of driftwood for cover, he felt a jerk that made him think his foot had fallen off. Crouched behind the driftwood, he pulled his foot up and saw a tremendous hole at his ankle with flesh pouring out of it. The bullet had gone clean through.

    Taking the only clothing he had at the time–his groin cloth–he pushed his flesh back into his foot and wrapped it tightly. Taking a deep breath and wiping the blood from the grenade wound on his forehead, he ran naked into a cornfield that fronted the beach. There, he hid from patrols–telling himself he would not let anyone take him back to a prison camp alive.

    Out of the 750 prisoners on the ship, 82 survived the torpedo blast and the ensuing carnage, finding some way to shore. Many joined battle-hardened Filipino guerrillas desperate to rid the island of the Japanese. After more than two years of being imprisoned and tortured, the prisoners were eager to get back.

    There a patient Filipino saved my grandfather’s foot. Eventually, a U.S. submarine arrived to supply the guerrillas. The captain said there were too many surviving prisoners to take into the sub. But when he saw what kind of shape they were in, he changed his mind: “Put them all on here. We’ll take them all,” Papa remembered him saying–words that meant he was headed home.

    The Japanese took more than 130,000 POWs during the war. The Shinyo Maru survivors represented one of the largest single groups of Pacific POWs to return at one time. Several traveled to the new Pentagon to brief war leaders on the prison camps and the hell ships. There, Army Chief of Staff General George Marshall pinned a Purple Heart on the chest of my Papa, Edward Treski.

    During subsequent reunions, the Shinyo Maru survivors dubbed themselves “the swimmers.” Now, less than a dozen of them are left after my grandfather passed away in March 2010.

    At his funeral, while standing above his flag-draped coffin, I tried to answer his question from that January: Why had God spared him that horrible day in 1944? Could it be that God allowed Papa’s peaceful, generous life–that somehow managed to flow out of those horrific experiences–to stand as a tribute to His grace? Was he allowed a rebirth in that hell ship, so that he could live a life on Earth that reflected Heaven?

    The salvation and redemption Papa experienced while swimming to safety at his breaking point taught me that sometimes you have to sink to the bottom before you can stand and that you should never quit:

    “You know, many times you feel like you’ve had it, this is it, you don’t want any more, and you give up,” he said during one of our taped sessions. “And when you’re gone, sure enough.”

    The hell he suffered gave him a lifetime dose of perspective needed to relish the simple things in life and to keep the faith:

    “During the six months of fighting I believed, during the prison camp I believed, and the time on the prison ship I believed. I believe today and I’ll believe forever.”

    Two rows of veterans came to Papa’s funeral. We gave them seats at the front, and they led the processional after the service. The whole sanctuary paused and watched as these dying warriors used their canes, walkers, and each other to slowly make their way down the aisle. It took a while, but nobody else moved–except our heads as we turned in tribute to follow their quiet progress. The organist played God Bless America while they exited–the same song my grandfather sang as a prisoner over 60 years ago.

    When we came out of the church carrying my grandfather’s casket, I discovered why all those veterans wanted to leave first. They had formed two lines leading to the hearse. As we passed, they marshaled their military memories and stood as straight as their crippled bodies could and saluted with their shaking hands. That was the only time I cried during the service–but they were tears of joy and gratitude. For my grandfather and for these other veterans. For being fighters. For enduring.

    (From the May 23, 2009 issue of WORLD magazine)

  8. I made a typo on the year of Mr. Treski’s death. It should be 2009, not 2010.

  9. triviaman,

    Thank you for that story. I don’t know if anyone can read it without a tear in the eye, or a lump in the throat !

    More people need to read stories like that, to help them appreciate what our Military has done and is doing to preserve our freedoms.


    A wonderful eulogy to your Grandfather
    Tremendous story of what some of our mi;itary
    had to endure to allow us the freedom some take
    for granted and abuse
    As a Korean war veteran I appreciate your story
    and our membership is dwindling.
    A week ago my grandson who carries my name
    began boot camp at PARRIS ISLAND SC
    His graduation date is Feburary 3rd and my wife and I plan to attend.
    A great heart here swelled and throbbed with emotion
    while reading your story THANK YOU

  11. Since we are less than 365 days from the general election, I would like to see all of the political pundants and pollsters name the next POTUS, VP, and cabinet members. Am willing to bet the ranch that NONE of them will be 100 % correct.

    Also, since I’m betting against a group of ‘professionals’ who make their living at this, the odds are not in my favor, especially since I’m not a politician, have never studied political science, and generally speaking – do not care for politicians, and don’t trust them either. Case in point : the current insider trading expose’ .

    Just a little Saturday Sarcasm !

  12. On a side note, most cities thst are in dire financial straits are Democrat controlled. The cities that are having problems with the OWS crowd are – you guessed it : Democrat controlled. Surprise , surprise !!!

  13. HAPPY THANKSGIVING to the family

  14. Oxymoron of the day – ” Thankful Owebama “

  15. I wanted to share a couple of things I have recently received. I hope they come forward like they should:

    The Solar thing just got a little more interesting…….REALLY!
    The Tonopah Solar company in Harry Reid’s Nevada is getting a $737 million loan from Obama’s DOE.
    The project will produce a 110 megawatt power system and employ 45 permanent workers.
    That’s costing us just $16 million per job.
    One of the investment partners in this endeavor is Pacific Corporate Group (PCG).
    The PCG executive director is Ron Pelosi who is the brother to Nancy’s husband.
    Just move along folks…..nuthin’ really goin’ on here.

    Second one will be tomorrow.

  16. The following information I typed from the E-mail I received. It was a photo copy of an aged parchment with holes in the top where it had been hung with a tack or pins. Its title is THE DAILY NEWS and it has two paragraphs under its header talking about publication times and subscription rates and the AP. Most of it is too blurry to read, but the poem should be sent to all Democrats:

    Friday, November 4, 1949
    Mr. Truman’s St. Paul, Minn., pie-for-everybody speech
    last night reminded us that, at the tail-end of the recent
    session of Congress, Representative Clarence J. Brown (R-Ohio)
    jammed into the Congressional Record the following poem
    describing its author only as “a prominent Democrat of the State of Georgia”:

    Father, must I go to work?
    No, my lucky son,
    We’re living now on Easy Street
    On dough from Washington.

    We’ve left it up to Uncle Sam,
    So don’t get exercised,
    Nobody has to give a damn—
    We’ve all been subsidized.

    But if Sam treats us all so well
    And feeds us milk and honey,
    Please, daddy, tell me what the hell
    He’s going to use for money.

    Don’t worry, bub, there’s not a hitch
    In this here noble plan—
    He simply soaks the filthy rich
    And helps the common man.

    But, Father, won’t there come a time
    When they run out of cash
    And we have left them not a dime
    When things will go to smash?

    My faith in you is shrinking, son,
    You nosy little brat;
    You do too damn much thinking, son,
    To be a Democrat.

  17. Richard,

    Wonder how many more Pelosi deals are out there – that family ( if they can be considered a ‘family’ ) apparently has no shame. Sadly, they are able to continually get away with these activities.

    Will insider trading for Congress and the WH ever be considered ” illegal ” , and if so, will the punishment be the same as it is for the average citizen ?

  18. JJ,
    I think the next deal is a little blackmail with Newt. Evidently it was not a love seat they were sharing! Too funny!

    Until we get rid of the old congressmen who have been in for two terms or more, I think we are stuck with creating millionares just by not challenging their ethics. Where could we find a script writer to pen a story about the last fifty years and make it into a movie – – OH, wait. Any Rand already did that.

  19. Is there another Constitution in this country that we are not aware of , because apparently Congress and the Administration did not swear to uphold the same Constitution . These politicians are beginning to make the Politburo look innocent !

    The District of Corruption, a weak SCOTUS, liberal lower courts, a disgraceful DOJ, along with the liberal-socialist media are destroying this country.

    At this rate, how long will it take for the system to collapse ?

  20. Richard,

    Are you advocating only one term for members of Congress ?

  21. I’m really not yet committed on the one term, but we have a second term House member who has done a major flip-flop on immigration and budget cuts from his original campaign promises. We have a local state rep who has come right out and said he is D.C. bound and he was just elected last year! I still say we need to cut back all the frills inserted by past congresses that leave them on their own little island of protection from the laws of the land which they passed, but shielded themselves from. Fifty and sixty years is congress is not helping our nation.

  22. Richard,

    Agreed. I’ll go with 2 terms, along with :

    NO pork , NO junkets, NO retirement bennies, NO free health care, NO automatic pay raises, NO insider trading, NO expense accts.

    These are just a few changes I’d suggest.

  23. MERRY CHRISTMAS to the family

    Hope everyone doesn’t fade from this site, simply because Larry hasn’t posted anything for a while. If you are reading this , surely you must have some thought or opinion that is worth sharing !! If I’m wrong, at least tell me so. Thanks


    Maybe a lull because of the holidays

    We must keep posted to defeat this POTUS
    AND NOT LET THE MSM pick our candidate
    Some strong comments br Gingrich fall into
    a good conservative logic. I think the MSM
    AND OBAMA do not want to deal with him
    He accomplished alot in the nineties and forget about
    some slip ups he hascorrected his thinking
    An astute historian

  25. Family,

    After another mission, surgery again. Recovering.

    Not sure if I have anything worth saying any longer.

    I did something about baseball a few days ago.

    I’ll post it if anyone is interested..


  26. No way JJ – I’m checking daily in anticipation of the next salvo from Larry. Here are a couple of blasts at our current doofus:

    A major research institution (MRI) has recently announced the discovery of the heaviest chemical element yet known to science. The new element has been tentatively named Governmentium. Governmentium has 1 neutron, 12 assistant neutrons, 75 deputy neutrons, and 224 assistant deputy neutrons, giving it an atomic mass of 312. These 312 particles are held together by forces called morons, which are surrounded by vast quantities of lepton-like particles called peons. Since governmentium has no electrons, it is inert. However, it can be detected as it impedes every reaction with which it comes into contact. A minute amount of governmentium causes one reaction to take over four days to complete when it would normally take less than a second. Governmentium has a normal half-life of three years; it does not decay, but instead undergoes a reorganization in which a portion of the assistant neutrons and deputy neutrons exchange places. In fact, governmentium’s mass will actually increase over time, since each reorganization will cause some morons to become neutrons, forming isodopes.
    This characteristic of moron-promotion leads some scientists to speculate that governmentium is formed whenever morons reach a certain quantity in concentration. This hypothetical quantity is referred to as Critical Morass.

    Second one won’t paste, so I’ll type it out:

    The center for Disease Control has issued a warning about a new virulent strain of this old disease. The disease is called Gonorrhea Lectim. It’s pronounced “Gonna re-elect ’em” and it is a terrible obamanation.
    The disease is contracted through dangerous and high risk behavior involving putting your cranium up your rectum. Many victims contracted it in 2008…but now most people, after having been infected for the past 1-2 years, are starting to realize how destructive this sickness is.
    It’s sad because Gonorrhea Lectim is easily cured with a new drug just coming on the market called Votemount. You take the first dose in 2010 and the second dose in 2012 and simply don’t engage if such behavior again; otherwise, it could become permanent and eventually wipe out all life as we know it.
    Several states are already on top of this, like Virginia and New Jersey, and apparently now Massachusetts, with many more seeing the writing on the wall.
    Please pass this important message on to all those bright folk you really care about.

    Merry Christmas to all!


    Richard That is a classic
    Larry good to hear from you

  28. Richard,

    Thanks for a good laugh.


    Good to hear from you – Eileen will be relieved.
    Looking forward to you words of wisdom !! Get well soon.

  29. Larry,

    Sorry to hear you are having surgeries. I know they suck.

    I am hoping you are not running out of things to write about when things are going to start getting real interesting, real fast. We have several candidates that could use more pressure to move and stay to the Right. Always something to talk about there. I personally hope Cain gets back into the race along with Perry. Maybe even Bachman. I am getting real tired of the press ‘vetting’ our candidates.

    Any way this shakes out with you, I wish you and your family a very Merry Christmas and God Bless all of you.


    Is peace really that easy?

  30. Richard,

    I laughed so hard a little pee came out. Time to get some Depends. Thanks for the laugh.

  31. There’s still time for others to enter the GOP race – some think that Palin, Christie, Rubio, or Jeb Bush might change their minds. Especially since the current group are now attacking each other.

    Politics – isn’t it wonderful ??

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