Good job, Governor Brewer. It's about time someone showed spine enough to make a stand against this invasion. I hope that your constituents are supporting you. I only wish our governor had the courage to do the same in our state. We're a long, long way from the southern border, but even here we're being overrun by illegals. And just as with anywhere else, if you say anything, you're automatically pegged as a racist with a heart full of hate and dripping with prejudice.

The phrase "illegal alien" has been dropped from the liberocrat vocabulary, and has become synonymous with "potential voter." Where we see a parasite, a liberocrat sees a vote. If these moronic politicians are so determined to win the Mexican vote, then they should go run in Mexico. Of course, they couldn't - they'd be thrown out of the country as illegals, and kicked back to the U.S.

Too bad we don't take our sovereignty as serious as the Mexicans do...

A Rant About Reform

Health care reform. The beginning of the end of the private health insurance industry. It's inevitable. Here's what will happen; it's already happened to a lesser extent in my state, where health insurance premiums are much higher than in other states, with only a couple of carriers able to survive in the market.

The government will mandate that have to provide guaranteed coverage, regardless of pre-existing conditions. They have to insure you, even if you're already sick. Then, they'll disallow caps on payouts. Those two things alone will kill the industry. The companies will be forced to increase their prices to cover all the sick people with unlimited benefits. The young, healthy people still won't sign up, because the IRS-enforced "penalty" will cost them less than the insurance, and they know if they do come down with some horrible disease, they can't be turned down. So, there won't be a large enough risk pool to spread the risk sufficiently. (For you Obama Zombies, that means there will be more sick people with coverage than healthy people.) Because the health insurance companies have to make money to survive, they'll raise their rates - they'll have no choice.

Then, Obama and his cronies gnash their teeth and cry "See? SEE?? We've done everything we can, but these companies are still driven by greed! We need a public option, or you and your loved ones will be dying in the streets! When Dick Cheney shoots you in the face, where will you go???" So they'll create a wonderful government health care plan that will provide unlimited coverage for 1/3 of the cost of private health care plan. Since the government doesn't need to be profitable, they only need to reach into your pocket and mine to steal more money, this will work for them. For a while.

Within a couple of years, EVERYONE will move to the plan, some by choice, and some involuntarily because their employers move them. Thousands of health insurance company employees will lose their jobs. Once the last private health insurance company folds, your only choice will be the government plan. (Or the private medicine black market.) Where will you go if you're dissatisfied with your care? When they control your health care, they control you. Period.

But guess what... within minutes of the death of private insurance, someone, somewhere deep within the bowels of the government will point out that we're spending roughly 463 times as much as we're taking in in premiums. That's when rationing comes in. "A hip replacement, Ethel? At 86? Hmmm... no, here, take this pill." No, it's not a death panel, it's something far more heartless - a budget committee.

"But," some fat, Democratic Congressblob channeling Ted Kennedy's ghost will say, "there's a way to fix it! We can bring in more money by adding more healthy people to the system. If only there were... wait, wait... why, look... here are all of these poor, unfortunate undocumented workers who are living in the shadows. Why, we could boost our health care revenues by billions by bringing these harmless, law-abiding citizens into the ranks of citizenry."

It's ironic. Countless "Americans" spend all of their time and energy trying to get someone else to pay for their next physical, while in the next room the U.S. Constitution is on life support, and about to breathe its last. We deserve what's coming.

Perhaps the biggest question about the 9 members of the Michigan Moron Militia who were plotting to kill police officers is "What did they hope to accomplish?" What makes a person - or in this case a group of people - believe they can effect positive change by murdering a couple dozen police officers and innocent bystanders in cold blood? "After we done do this, well by God, they'll listen ta us then, yessirree Bob! Ellie Mae, hand me a bowl a that there possum."

This is the kind of supreme idiocy that we expect from Muslim extremists. Now we have to worry about "Christian" extremists, too? If the Muslim extremists and the Christian extremists use the same tactics and target the same victims, does that mean they're unwitting allies? If they're working towards the same cause - chaos - and targting the same people - innocent Americans - then they certainly would seem to be. Congratulations, Hutaree... you're now supporting Al Qaeda.

Looking over some blogs today, and trying to decide where the balance is when it comes to "prepping." I live in a suburban area, and while I'm fortunate enough to own another property that's remote, has an independent water supply, and great land for farming, it's just too darned far away from anything to live there full time. My family needs some contact with modern society, and that property, as much as I love it there, just doesn't cut it.

So, as a suburbanite, how do you balance being cautious and prepared, and having realistic expectations of your logistical situation, all while not morphing into a raving Kazinskiite?

Some of these blogs... wow. Many are good, with great, practical info. But some of these folks take it just a bit too far. They've got three-thousand pounds of rice and wheat squirreled away around their property in five gallon buckets. ("Hey honey, what's for dinner?" "Wheat." There's only so much surviving you can do.) Not only have these folks drawn up strategic defense plans for their "retreat," but in each of their 300 food buckets they've packed a 9mm handgun and two spare magazines, and they've learned how to fashion claymore mines out of a latex glove, a handful of dried kidney beans and hairspray. They can rebuild a car engine with a pair of pliers and a butter knife. Some of them have shot their dogs, just so they could practice their field surgery skills and nurse the poor damned thing back to health. The dogs are no good for hunting after a couple of these experiences.

These are the folks that make me wonder exactly how long I'd want to stick around if things went south. But, there's certainly nothing wrong with buying an extra can of ravioli every payday, and keeping a couple of weeks worth of water on hand. Some "home defense implements" are nice to have around, and while I might not be able to fend of a raving pack of zombies, I'm betting I could defend myself against a large racoon or a few cranky possums.

So, I'm going to continue "prepping," but only in the reasoned, measured scale of one who's just slightly paranoid.

Be nice, relax, and hug the census worker who comes to your house, she's probably bugged.

Losers of all kinds...

Okay, I've taken some months off. I was getting overly emotional and too involved in politics, so I had to take a step back. I'm better now. Really.

I was watching, very briefly, and only by accident, the last few minutes of "The Biggest Loser."Anyway, it ended up in a big argument with my wife about how insensitive I was. I was under the impression that, after they voted the weakest person off the show, they ate her. Apparently, that's not how it works, but it was an honest mistake on my part.

My seven-year old son was in the room as I watched the news tonight, and I made a comment about all the politicians being criminals, to which my son responded "But they're not wearing ski masks." This makes me realize that only the half-assed crooks wear masks; the good ones do it in plain sight.

Listen to children; they're smarter than you are.

Nobel Prize for Weakness

The Nobel prize now holds about as much value as the Confederate dollar. Obarrassing winning the Nobel peace prize is like me winning a gold in Olympic swimming. I risk drowning every time I brush my teeth, and likewise, Obarrassing's clearly in over his head. This street fair's just too big for him.

So why did he get the award? Because he's not only willing, but eager to bring the United States down to the level of a 3rd world country to gain their favor. He wants to be liked, and if that means ruining our economy, taking away our freedoms, and denigrating all that this country once stood for, so be it.

There's a difference between arrogant and proud. We should be proud of our achievements as a nation; Obarrassing views this as arrogance. We should be confident that we can continue to help the peoples of the world in their quest for freedom; Obarrassing would rather help their oppressors. He's genuflecting to corrupt, ineffective beaurocrats and dictators, and alienating our allies.

Obarrassing vision of peace is rooted in weakness for all. Unfortunately, there are some big kids on the block that will see this as just what it is - cowardice. He's won the prize; now we'll all get to pay the price.

Who does the IOC think they are, denying the shining Obarrassing duo the 2012 Olympics? This is inconceiveable! That a board of mere mortals, the dregs of society, clearly biased and uninformed, would dare to deny Obarrassing his goal? Clearly race is behind this; it must be. Chris Matthews' legs must be aching today, the tingle gone, faded into a fond memory, one that I'm sure he relives nightly in his sordid little left wing dreams.

Clearly, the international community is getting just as tired of Obarrassing's "I Love Me" efforts as we here at home are. He's an empty suit with a smile, propped up by a mindless pack of willing automatons. Fortunately, as the weight of actual responsibilities presses on him, more and more of them are seeing that the man is all hat, no cattle.

The Olympic torch will burn brightly, but the light of Obarrassings self-aggrandizement has, at least momentarily, been snuffed.

Congratulations, Rio!