by Wilbur Witt
This might be the most important blog I've ever written, in fact I'm going to start a new thread just for this, it's that important. We, here in America, fight the war on terrorism all over the world, and it's a very confused effort. President Obama, like others before him, has bought into to idea that the terrorists around the world are some very sophisticated, ultra organized incorporated group of pseudo intellectuals with money and materials sufficient to attack us at any time, anywhere. The administration would have us believe that the terrorists are at least as organized as they are because they have to justify their bloated budget and perpetuate the administration and it's goals. I don't believe that, and if people like Eric Holder believe it then they are as crazy as a shit house rat!
I grew up in extreme poverty. We were so poor that me and my friends thought that people who had floors and sheet rock on the walls were rich. When we went out to have a good time our idea of a great evening was a quart of Borden's chocolate milk. Girls in my town tried to marry a soldier as soon as legally possible just to get away. We thought the world was flat because when people left town they never came back. Chicken and rice was a chicken flavored soup that had some rice in it, and we were always sick!
The Killeen police department took over the duties of law enforcement when my hometown of Simmonsville was incorporated into the city. In due course the department theorized that we were some vast mini-mafia because a few hubcaps turned up missing, and whiskey was sold to soldiers on Sunday. Nothing could have been farther from the truth, but as these idiots picked us up, and told us how organized we were we learned well. First thing we learned was that the police department would feed us in jail. That was job one. The next thing we learned was that any information we gave them would quickly translate into freedom. Third thing we learned was how to get the hell out of Simmonsville and move to Austin where we could make money and have all the chocolate milk we wanted any time!
Fast forward to the Middle East forty years later. I see the same dirt floors, the same starving faces, the same bozos saying these people are this, that, Al Quaeta, El WhatEver! We spend billions of dollars dropping atom bombs on ant hills. And every time the administration comes up with another theory, another press conference, some starving bunch of kids in Afghanistan say, "That'll work!" They stitch together an IED and we hit em with a drone, and it looks like a war.
What to do? First, get the f#¥k out of the Middle East. I hate to be the first one to tell you people this but these guys love to fight. WE loved to fight back in Simmonsville. Wanna know why the real Mafia never hooked up with us back then? Because we were too damn violent and we consistently robbed them. Come into our little corner of the world with a suit and a new car and see how that works out for you. Hell, we stole the hubcaps off of POLICE cars! Were we organized? Hell no! There were three distinct sections of our little hamlet and brothers and sisters let me tell you, we weren't politically correct! If I left my house on Grider street to go to the store for my mom, and was stupid enough to cut down 42nd street the black kids would whip my ass and take my mom's cigarette money quick, and I had it coming. That was the Simmonsville Stupid Tax! I first met Jr Mitchell when he helped me get to the store one day with the help of a sling shot and a sack or .45 caliber lead balls. How's THAT for a childhood, Dr. Spock?
You catch more flies with sugar than you do with vinegar. Now this solution won't end all the bullshit in one master stroke, but it's a start. I have this kid from Africa who talks to me on Facebook. He has no parents, no real bed, and most of all, no food. I don't know how he gets on the net, but I suspect he hangs out at some Internet cafe, and I know I'm not the only American he's talking to because he's starving! He hit me up for money. I tell everyone "over there" to forget about getting money from me because I'm not buying bullets to shoot at our boys serving our country. But I will send a sandwich. If he can send me a reliable address I will go to HEB, and I will put together a package that will feed him for a month for about fifty dollars. We do this for my son who is serving in Afghanistan all, the time. He has us always include a liberal number of Hershey bars for the kids he meets, as a matter of fact, he has a herd of goats and shares meat with a neighboring village.
I'm going to do this on my own, without the Christian this or that, or any save the children because I consider them to all be thieves and every dollar you send them gets funneled to whatever fat bastard is running that country at the time. And is isn't instant coffee. One sandwich will not save the world. But, in time, the idea will grow. Al Qaeda didn't give you that sandwich, Mohammed didn't give that sandwich, one AMERICAN gave you that sandwich!
I know this sounds simplistic, but I'm a simple man. People here in this country forgot what it's like to just be hungry. I hear all these people screaming about Detroit, or East LA, but you grow up in PoDunk, Texas and then you come and tell me about it! I invite your comments, hell, I could be wrong. I was wrong twice last year, but I don't think so.
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