We Defy

 

In the spirit of Tommy Attaway’s book, We Defy, with the shots from Ruby Ridge still ringing in our ears, and the smoke of Mount Carmel in our nostrils, Americans are now mourning the death of Robert (LaVoy) Finicum. The “militants” act of rebellion was the simple commanding of a building to make a statement of civil disobedience that the government could not tolerate. This is the benchmark of an out of control, oppressive regime.  A system so unconstitutional that even the slightest resistance is met by violence, and murder, when needed.

Remember back when Michael Brown was killed? We got to see all those people in the streets raising their hands in the air as a symbol of government oppression. Mr. Finicum’s hands really were in the air! His hands were in the air when the Feds shot him in the face. How dangerous was this Temple Mormon to the United States power brokers? How bad did they need that building in the winter?

My sympathies extend to the family. While the controversy swirls around the events at the Malheur National Wildlife Refuge, the family has to claim the body. Most likely it is being autopsied to ascertain the “cause of death,” with the appropriate artistic efforts of the FBI, CIA, NSA, and any other department trying to change the trajectory of the bullet just like they had to do with the body of John F. Kennedy when it became difficult to explain how a bullet could not fly backwards! What gets me is they aren’t even good liars. They never are. They have the guns. They would love it if we didn’t have guns, unfortunately some fellas back in 1776 held a trump card that the Gestapo simply can’t get around, and it’s damn well time we used it!

Yeah, I really did just say that. We DEFY!  If one man stands up, he dies. If a nation stands up, THEY die! Calm down. If the sufficient amount of force shows in a confrontation with these bullies, they will do what bullies always do. . . run! They ran when they rustled Cliven Bundy’s cattle. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I just said that, too. The all-powerful federal government, with more fiat money than God actually stooped to stealing an old man’s cows. Where is Judge Roy Bean when we need him?

The Main Stream Media? Oh, don’t get me started. While writing this article I went to ABC News (I knew better) to get correct spellings of names, locations, and such. NADA! Couldn’t prove Robert Finicum ever lived! Lead story there. Some punk called Ethan Couch is being brought back to Texas. The funny thing is that he’ll draw a bigger crowd at the airport than Hillary did last week, and surely more than the Fox Debate sans Donald Trump!

This is not a funny story, people. An old man just got shot in the face as he raised his arms by your government. The news entities charged with reporting unbiased information gets its marching orders from an unelected bureaucracy on your dime, and it’s not even a real dime. It’s a dime pressed by some off shore bunch of illuminati who own the government that thinks it owns you! They didn’t own Robert Finicum. God owned him, and at the proper time he was called home. In the darkness of Oregon, Robert Finicum became yet one more Patriot who was called to step across William Barrett Travis’ line in the sand. Rest in peace Mr. Finicum, we’ll take care of your family, and thank you for your service.

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Communication

    Communication is a living, organic thing, born in the mind of the writer and nurtured in the heart of the reader. It's not fair to call someone ignorant, or illiterate simply because their form of communication differs from yours. Ignorance is subjective. Put a Harvard law professor in the Outback of Australia with a sharp stick and a boomerang and then tell me who is ignorant! 

    The intelligence of a writer is twofold. First it is within. You can sit on a porch in Texas, such as I do, and formulate dozens of ideas, but to be able to communicate these ideas, now there's the trick! Very simply put, to make another person understand what you understand is where the art of writing resides. That’s the second, and most important thing!  To embed your thoughts into someone else's mind is a skill that you develop over years, and cannot be taught, it must be lived! 

    I learned how to do this in Nashville as a songwriter. To be a songwriter you must be able to reduce complex and emotional ideas to sixteen lines, and they all have to flow, and rhyme! If you "reach" for it you'll never get there. When it becomes cumbersome you must step back, take a breath, and ask, "What am I really trying to say," and more importantly, "Is it WORTH saying!" It helps if you miss a meal or two along the way.

    You never make a point by argumentation. An argument is just two people trying to discuss something on which they will never agree.  The moment your reader senses such an approach you will lose that reader. There must be at least a semblance of agreement, a meeting of the minds, before you can effect communication. You can almost never win anyone over to your ideas who is adamantly opposed to everything you are, and disagrees with everything you say. In effect, you must always, "Preach to the choir." The secret is to find YOUR choir, and preach to THEM! 

    If you agree that trying to sway an inflexible mind is a daunting task, don't YOU be inflexible! Let your mind flow, embrace ideas. Quite often I will begin an article with one thing in mind, and before I'm done the piece will go an entirely different direction altogether. Never write a complete work with your mind already made up. Allow room for inspiration. I did this just yesterday. I embarked on an article about police. Originally I was going to rip and tear at police brutality, but before it was over, I stepped into police shoes, and two things hit me. One, I was totally wrong in my original premise, and two, I was very grateful for people who have chosen that thankless, underpaid profession! 

    Never let a pre-formed set of ideas direct your prose. I combine this with the misunderstanding of education. Education can be a useful thing, but adherence to ideas streaming from a professor that are accepted without question can be a deal killer. Those who can, do, and those who can't, teach! I know someone who is constantly in school, as was her mother, between them, more degrees than a thermometer . . . neither one can compose a grocery list! Oh, they're very good at counting commas in my articles, but there is no communication between us because they are too bogged down with education, and presupposed political mindsets, set in stone, to ever engage in any meaningful dialog. Talking with them is like trying to have a martini with a religious nut! There are two kinds of people in this world; those who take a pound of dried beans, gather the spices and cook for hours arriving at just the right taste, and then there are those who just open a can. The college professor handed them a can opener long ago, and they never progressed past the microwave. You can live on their beans . . . technically. 

    Writing is like cooking beans. I was going to expand this into methods that I use in my work, but that won't help you. You just have to KNOW! You have to FEEL! It's like when you write a song. I've met dozens of songwriters who can count meter, jive the rhyme, construct a melody, but in the final analysis, there's just nothing THERE! It's called a "mill" song. Something ground out that looks good on the surface, but there's just "something" missing. All the elements are there, save one . . . communication! Like the old joke, "Man been talking fifteen minutes, ain't said a thing!" 

    When you get folk's heads going up and down instead of side to side you have communicated! You have taken a thought, born in your mind and transposed it to theirs, and don't let it be a can of beans! If you do it right they will take that idea and run with it.  Who knows, in your omnipotence you might've MISSED something! Communication is a living, organic thing.

 

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NSA and That Nasty Old Constitution

                                                The NSA and the Truth

                                                          by Wilbur Witt

     Forgive me, but I grew up in the 60's. I have seen the government churn out every version of nonsense you could possibly imagine. I watched Lyndon Johnson convince us that a bunch of broke ass rice farmers were going to take over the world if we didn't do something quick.  Well, quick ended up being ten years, and we got a nice wall in Washington to remind us. Then I got to watch Nixon tell us he was not a crook and when he died they couldn't bury him. They had to drive a stick through his ears and screw him into the ground. And don't forget Carter, or on second thought let's do forget Carter. Then there was Bill (Blow Job) Clinton. How about Bush?  Both of them. Jr. Bush told us to forget about those rice farmers, CAMEL jockeys are taking over the world! And we follow suit every time with our tongues hanging out of the side of our mouths just like that stupid dog in Garfield comics!

     Now we have the NSA. I have never seen a more lying, stealing, irrational bunch of idiots in my life. Now, I don't trust Yankees in suits to begin with, but government employed Yankees in suits are on the very top of my list. I put them along about the same level as my Nigerian girlfriends. Ok people, HeadsUp 101. Whenever you use that radio you think is a landline phone SOMEONE is listening. The NSA isn't special, it isn't even smart, it's that most of us are that nieve. Just like the scandal not long ago when people suddenly discovered Apple could locate its iPhones. Uh . . .duh! How do you think that iPhone finds those cell towers?  Now everybody's all pissed off because some government agency is listening to stuff they're screaming from the rooftops. 

     What to do? Well the solution is simple. Yep, that nasty old' constitution again. You see, government employees will always lie. Part of the creed. They have been tapping lines beginning just after Alexander Bell said, "Come here, I need you." NSA's sin was not listening, it was not reading . . .the constitution. It was not understanding the word, "admissible." It was lying to Congress, which is no big deal because Congress lies to US! Snowden didn't reveal anything new, and if you think he did I have a Rolex I'd like to sell you. I know it's genuine because the pimp who sold it to me told me it was. Would I lie to you?

     If the NSA had to get real warrants, not blank checks, real evidence being set forth for said warrants, not suppositions, and had to abide by the constitution there would be no problem, other than some hurt feelings. Listen all you want Mr NSA, but before you drag your lazy, government contracted butts into a court it better be straight up legal, and you'd better have a case! 

     I'm thinking of a word, ah, sequester!  Yeah, that's the word. How much would we need to cut from the budget if we just defunded the NSA, and turned that big old' complex in Utah into a charity hospital?  Wow! That cooks like Aunt Jemima's flapjacks, but then, I'm just a simple old boy from Austin, so what do I know?   

More On Nigerian Romance

     During my experiences with all these Nigerian beauty queens I ran across a hacking technique geared for Facebook. I've mentioned this before, but for those who missed it I'm going to repost. 

     You're on Facebook, bopping along, and suddenly a page appears. Looks official, has all the colors, fonts, and wording, and it's telling you in order to proceed you must re-enter your log in information. Now, if you do nothing will appear to happen. You'll wait to see what's coming up and after a minute or two you'll "backpage" and there Facebook is, all prim and proper. You'll breathe a sigh of relief and go on about your business. You've just given your user name and password to a hacker!  The page you saw was a simple form like the ones you fill out searching for items on the Internet to purchase, etc, but instead of sending back to the originator your preference on bedrooms it has gleaned your log in information, and Kunta is feverishly ripping your identity up one side and down the other. 

     I fell for this!  And not because I was stupid, because I was busy. I was conversing with four Nigerian scammers simultaneously and when the page popped up I just clicked the information and went right on, but I noticed two things. Now I'm a MacHead, ok. The colors were slightly off, and the focus was too. We Mac people get all screwed up about such things and will recalibrate our displays in a heartbeat. When I backpaged the display was correct!  

     The solution?  If,  like me, you were just too busy to notice, and filled in the blanks restart Facebook, NOW!  Go immediately to your account information and change that password!  I did this, and almost immediately got a private message from one of my "girl friends" asking what was wrong? Didn't I love he/she/it any more?  Like the old axiom says, when you throw a rock into a pack of dogs the hit dog always runs. 

     While we're on the subject, let me give a refresher course on Internet girlfriends from somewhere "over there." Rule number one is NEVER take serious any contact from Nigeria or Ghana, for what ever the reason they say they are there. They are there because they were BORN there!  They get up in the morning, get in their car, which looks a lot like yours, go to some call center and begin to run accounts.  Some are sophisticated and some aren't. Some have the ability to carry on complicated conversation and others, well, I've described depraved sexual advances that would embarrass the Marquis de Sade, and the response is, "Uh yeah." I've told one I just did three lines of coke and had three high school cheer leaders kidnapped in my garage and the answer was, " So glad you have friends."

  

     And they change shifts!  Just like Austin! I chewed on one scammer like Juicy Fruit two nights ago, catching them dead to right and made them cyber-bleed (thanks for your assistance Master Chief) and the very next morning had a message from the same scammer, "My love!" If I ran one of these call centers I'd at least have the team members keep accurate case notes. 

     The next rule is so simple it should be somewhere in the Bible. Don't ever, ever, ever, ever, (did I say ever) send money to anyone you meet in a romance on the net! And it always comes down to that. That's the sting. No matter how detailed, or believable the story line is there will always be a sting. That's why they're there! The request begins small and surprisingly reasonable. Remember, you are not the only love of their life. One scammer was caught working eighty-eight accounts that he was pumping at the same time. And you get mental image of these people looking like all those "Save the Children" spots you've seen on TV. These guys get up, and make a ton of money, and hang out in a Vegas style setting. They are superstars to their friends because they have tons of money and make a fool out of what they consider fat, rich, dumb westerners. Oh yeah, Americans are not alone. Brits, and especially Aussies are on the list, too. 

     When they ask for money simply refuse. Or, better yet, have a phony Western Union number and bounce em all over Accra trying to cash it. If you accept one fact you will be just fine. There is not one honest person in Nigeria or Ghana, hell, just make it Africa. No matter how believable it is it is always a scam, and most of the time it is always a man. So, if you get off on cyber sexing Big Daddy Idi Amin, dooooooode! 

     I use the cyber for my own entertainment, and not what you think, you pervs out there, I have a real girl called Frenchi for that. No, I see how far I can get them to bend reality realizing fully well that my mark is probably communicating through translation software. That in itself will screw them up, evidence I told one, "I'd really like to bang you," to which I got the response, "Bomb?" I type so fast, and I am a writer, I've considered submitting my logs to the Guinness Book of World Records for cyber sexing the most Nigerians at one time!  One particularly funny note, the other night I mistakenly sent the wrong message to one. I was having an argument with one, he had actually confessed to me what he was, but was explaining how he had to support his family, which I have no problem with, and I sent him the message meant for another account that I was talking with, describing a sexual position I'd seen in the Karma Sutra. He responded automatically, "My love!" Guess he was working too many accounts, too. 

     Now, this all sounds funny, but there's a down side. Right here, in beautiful, downtown Killeen, Texas, a local businessman sold his business, and emptied his bank account to fulfill the dreams of his Nigerian "girlfriend!" But then Killeen is off the charts. An esteemed member of the Board of Realtors here showed up to meet his 13 year old friend with a six pack and a pack of condoms and got to meet MSNBC. Go figure! 

     If you follow these simple instructions you'll never get hurt. And all jokes aside, the emotional bonds can be real. I've caught myself having real conversations with scammers about mundane subjects, but the sting always comes. "The robbers took all my money and the baby is hungry." 

When you go looking for love on the Internet you wind up in Africa

When you wind up in Africa you meet a girl who looks like Paula Abdul

When you meet a girl who looks like Paula Abdul you become attached

When you become attached you send all your money to Nigeria

When you send all your money to Nigeria your friends laugh their asses off at you at Starbucks the next day. 

Don't let your friends laugh their asses off at you . . .get Dish Network!

The "N" Word

                                                          The "N" Word

                                                          by Wilbur Witt

     With the Paula Deen situation we are again faced with the lopsided standard concerning the racial slur we've all come to know and love, the "N" word. White folk cringe at the very implication that they may be related to someone who ever uttered that word. Now, the word is an insult. In regular society normal people don't usually use words that deliberately classify people unjustly into a group based on the actions of a few. I always say that I'm just a simple old boy from Austin. Well, my simple butt was born in Shreveport, Louisiana, and I have heard, and said the infamous "N" word. As I grew up in the '50's and 60's, I heard a lot of things. Now, at 62, with friends of all makes and colors I try not to offend them by saying things that upset them. 

     And this is not politically correctness at all, but to offend a guest is just not cool. Any civilized person would be the same. What happened to Paula Deen is just plain nuts!  And Walmart leading the foray to destroy her is reprehensible. I know they are going to pull all CDs containing said word from their shelves also, I mean, since it's so offensive. 

     We are all prejudiced. That's human nature. When someone doesn't look like you the caveman comes out and you pre-judge the person as an ancient method of self preservation. In a sane, modern world you should put this on hold and build a data base defined by facts you learn. In ancient tribal days you tended to stay around your own people. Different people were possibly a threat, and for your own safety you stayed in your cave, or village, with people you'd known all your life. Frankly, I'm always pleasantly surprised when I meet new people now. I have a rapper friend from L.A. who talks street language all the time. We never discuss race, we discuss music. He wants to sell his rap. We have a lot in common. He considers me a good friend. We get a laugh out of him because he has never eaten Texas food. It is very gratifying to seen this large man enjoy brisket, German food, and local beer. I would never refer or even think of him in racial terms. 

     I talked to him about this word. His idea is that black people began to use it a lot to avoid the very trap that whites now find themselves in. They have effectively neutralized the stigma by simple overkill. I am Irish, but the word "Mick" doesn't carry the same connotations as the "N" word. We never had to rise out of slavery. We were always considered to be human, except in some areas of New York. And the Chinks, Wops, Spicks, and Polacks all had the same deal. We all had to live past our roots and assimilate into America. Eventually we all became just a bunch of Crackers. 

     What Paula Deen did was a non event. Let it go. I have resolved to never give another dime to Walmart until they reinstate her. I don't like Walmart anyway because it was started by a guy in Arkansas and my grandmother told me all people from Arkansas were white trash who married their sisters. I know now this is not true but I still keep my eye on them. I don't use the "N" word here because I'm not crazy and I know social media sites are! But, if someone plays an old film clip of me and there I am, oh well! 

     We all know this is unfair. We all know there is a double standard. We need to rise above it. When people talk ignorant they never go far. Let's keep our heads and not destroy the lives of people who have done no harm. Of course there will be those who will rail against what I've said here. I hope they are as articulate, and literate as the star witness at the Zimmerman trial. Myself, I've said my bit and now I'm going to move on to different subjects. You can't fix stupid. 

Snowden Produces an Avelanche

                                          How Far Do We Go?

                                                by Wilbur Witt

     As Mr. Snowden begins his journey to some safe haven we must look at the situation as it really is. I've already made it very clear my views on the government wiretapping an entire nation, basically, in an effort to secure our country, but the machinery is in full motion to incarcerate this boy. They are going after "criminal" charges for his outing of the people who took it upon themselves to wipe their asses on the constitution, spit in our collective faces, and lied until the room filled  up with smoke from their flaming pants. Now, I'll admit that anyone who thinks the signal their cell phone is spraying all over the universe is anything but private is living in a fools paradise, but we do have some expectation that if we haven't done anything criminal we shouldn't be subjected to such blatant survailence. John Boehner even chimed in saying the leaker was "no hero." Well, maybe not to YOU, asshole, but to the 300,000,000 sum odd rest of us he's standing pretty tall right now! 

     How far do we let this go? When one honest man can't tell the truth without being hunted like an animal we have crossed the Rubicon. Charges should be pursued. Charges against every person who knew about this and said nothing. This kind of Tomfoolery is totally uncalled for. It is so asinine it defies description. Also, don't tell me Verizon wasn't in the know on this. I may be just a simple old boy from Austin, but I'm not THAT simple. Verizon compromised the privacy and trust of every one of their customers. There should be a mass exodus to AT&T. Verizon has forfeited any right to do business in the United States. I won't even CALL someone who has a Verizon phone any more. And not because I have anything to hide. I'm posting this on Google for God's sake. How much more public can you get? No, that is my personal, and  permanent protest against a direct attack on the American people. 

     The real atrocity is that if and when they catch this kid no one will stand up. We will bleet like the sheep we are and watch him go down. And with him goes everything you ever believed in. Every idea you ever had concerning this so called land of the free. Loose lips sank ships back in the day, but Snowden didn't sink any ships. He just sank a bunch of sneaky liars. God Bless the Republic of Texas!

     

When Bubba Finally DOES Shoot The Jukebox

                           When Bubba Finally Shoots The Juke Box

                                                         by Wilbur Witt

     I just love it when the government gets caught with its pants down and a big ol' nasty case of ED. Such an exhilarating experience just occurred with the revelation that Uncle Remus, oh, my bad, Uncle Sam, was spying on all Verizon phone activity. Before I get started on this rant, I'd just like to ask how Verizon won the honors. I mean, what happened to AT&T, or Sprint, hell, CRICKET? If I were them I'd be pissed off!  Don't terrorists ever use othe services?  I mean, AllahBell, or something like that? 

     Obama trotted out and called black white, wrong right, clicked his heals three times, whispered, "There's no place like home," and disappeared back into the White House. What he didn't say was the simple truth, "Uh, we just tapped all the phones on an entire service, with the only justifiable cause being some idiot, somewhere in the world might say, 'Bomb!" And look at Obama's speech. Did he apologize? No! Did he say he was going to fine tune, or stop this? No! He was mad because he got caught! In fact a major investigation has now been launched to find the whistleblower that outted this mess. They readily admit that it had to be one of very few people who were in a secure enough position to have known about it at all,  and could provide the documentation  Someone right there in their OWN OFFICE! And when they do find this person they will crucify them, and for what?  Telling the truth? And you think this group of "professionals" who can't secure the keys to the executive wash room are capable of securing an entire nation?'

     Ok, let's  go right to the pork chop on this one. Look at bombers. Now, I'm gonna get a little racial on this, so you liberals just sit your asses down, you can cuss me later. Jay Leno, I see you. How's your cell phone working, Bub?Timothy McVeigh was a redneck obsessed fool, running around with a big yellow truck full of fertilizer. He had a history of being an anti-government nut, and Sheriff Buford in PoDunk County, Arkansas could have fingered him in a heartbeat. It took the FBI to screw that one up, and Timmy drove his big yeller truck right up to their doorstep and lit the fuze! Look at the two punks that blew up the Boston Marathon. Look at the guy Obama trotted out yesterday to justify this latest boondoggle. Look at the nineteen highjackers from 9/11. See where we're going with this? Here, yet again, is a prime example of the American people giving up privacy, freedom, and dignity, hell, forget about that nasty old constitution, the administration wiped its butt on that a long time ago, in the name of that elusive, gremlin we have all come to know and love, National Security! 

     As you may know, I recently did a series of articles about Internet scams from Africa. It was quite funny, and I posted a lot of the dialog, but one fact was paramount. They ALL asked for money. They ALL got an absolute, "NO!" There are two reasons for this. One, I knew they were scamming, and two, wouldn't sent five dollars to ANYONE in another country who is darker than me! Pass the barf bags to the liberals, please. It's as simple as this; Grandma Hornbuckle in Austin, talking to her twin sister in Lampasas about sewing patterns is NOT a risk to National Security. Habib al Poopmydraws, in Ghana, saying, "Allah" every other sentence has a bit more on his mind than the price of dates during Ramadan. You just wasted a whole bunch of time and money screening grandma's calls!  And don't tell me it's all computerized and, "Nobody's listening to our calls!" The very guy they drug out to prove that this idea worked was talking in code about MARRIAGE! And if you, Mr Obama, are so secure with this effort, where was it when one of the Boston bombers was flying to and fro to a country embroiled in war, terrorism, and clandestine activity as easily as going to Vegas for the weekend?  Oh, my bad, last time I went to vegas the TSA had me take off my pants to make sure I didn't have a pressure cooker crammed up my ass. 

     I would like to remind everyone, however, that Obama didn't originate this loony tune surveillance. No, George did this. All this tells me is that something in the water inside the Beltway makes em crazy. They forget how to read, they can't tell the truth, and they think the American public is as stupid as they are. You want to see bi-partisan? Look at the track record. When it comes to funding schools and health care they scream, "Sequester!" When it comes to drones, wars, and Don Quixote windmills, just write the check, the FED'll print the money right on up! 

     The government is always going on and on about, "The greater good." And they are quick to use terms like, "Profiling." I find it disturbing that in a country where some woman in a full burqa can get on an airplane easily, that a young man can't walk home with an iced tea and pack of skittles without getting shot!  I'm just a simple ol' boy from Austin, but did I miss something here? In a line at the airport two bozos talking in a language that sounds like they're coughing up their supper go right on through, and the TSA searches little Amy's Barbie doll!   And they all look the same, folks. Dark skin, black hair, scruffy beard and pissed off! Meanwhile Americans, and I mean ALL Americans, even Juan and the boys, put up with this nonsense day after day after day. I would love to have a rule that states if anyone fitting the description of the nineteen terrorist from 9/11, the Boston bombers, or with a name you really can pronounce without spitting in someone's face gets on a plane they must sit between Bubba Mitchell and Fernando. 

     America will return to sanity. It will take about ten years, but people are pretty fed up now and believe it or not, this is NOT England, we DO have guns, and we DO know how to read the constitution. We didn't get this screwed up overnight and we won't fix it overnight, but we WILL fix it! One day Bubba WILL shoot the juke box and little Amy will get her Barbie back, and Miss Hornbuckle will be able to talk to her sister in privacy.  And you wonder why right thinking Texans just want to divorce this fiasco?  Wow!