Digital Cowboy

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Never trust a Muslim

September 8th, 2010

Their religion teaches them to lie and their god is the father of it.

That’s what’s wrong with America today… The White House has been invaded.

You’ve been warned.

ALL Islam IS hate

August 7th, 2010

Can we please get past apologizing for the original religion of blasphemy in this country? Islam originally came from the descendants of Ishmael (“God has left us”), the bastard son of Abraham. The Jews are descended from the righteous seed of Abraham.

Israel (read: Judaism) is good and worships the same God as Christians.

Islam is evil, Allah == Satan and every Muslim is either deceived, dangerous or both.

Was that clear enough?

I’m a compassionate and tolerant person by nature. So my approach toward Muslims is EXACTLY the same as my approach to homosexuals:

I’ll tolerate your personal perversion and overlook it on an individual basis. I’m tolerant. It’s none of my business. I’ll love you and be available if you would like to know how to escape your lifestyle of death and find Life.

When you start organizing to demand that I condone your perversion, I’m done with you. Mind your business and I’ll mind mine. Start getting in my face and you just might find a gun.

But your sick, satanic religion doesn’t allow you to mind your own business and keep to yourself, does it, Muslims?

If you want to worship stan (sic), go right ahead.

First “honor killing” in my neighborhood, I’m formin’ a posse. Come to my door at your own peril if you’re sellin’ that violent death cult as a “religion.” Don’t ask me to allow my children to be around yours. We do things differently. Build a mosque here? HAHAHA I don’t think so.

That’s not how we do things here. Ain’t no Bloombergs around these parts and we pay tribute to NO ONE but Jehovah.

Does that seem “intolerant” to you? If it does, go somewhere else. You won’t conquer this land with your silly jihad or your bent-kneed running around. I fart in your general direction. Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries.

Dreams and disappointment

May 6th, 2010

I threw my wife out of this house for the second time yesterday. I’ve wrestled with it ever since.

I’m writing a blog post at 4 in the morning because I can’t sleep. Not because I’m angry. Because I’m too damn stubborn to let go and look out for myself.

That woman sat in my living room and started into her litany of accusations about what an asshole I am… again. I’ve had enough that. Or so I thought. At that moment I had. So I gave her the truth with both barrels.

It was a short conversation and a long story. But it ended with her standing up and heading for the door as I said, “See? We can agree on something! It’s time for you to get the hell out of my house! And don’t come back until you’re ready to apologize to me and the girls for what you’ve done to this family!”

She picked a bad time, too. Yesterday, I had a couple very big talks with my girls.

I didn’t wanna do it by myself, but their mother has chosen to have an 8 year old boy in the body of a 38 year old resident alien instead of being a mother to her children. And because he’s an impetuous little coward, he’s jealous of her children.

So she wakes up every day to a choice between doing the only thing in life that ever mattered to her, or catering to the asshole. For a while now, she’s been making the wrong choice every day. The debilitating migraines she’s battled since she was a teenager have gone from a two or three a year to two or three days a week. But I’m the only one that sees any pattern there.

Yesterday I had the privilege of explaining sex to my daughters. Then – because their mother is a liar – I had the unexpected privilege of explaining to them what a “period” is, about vaginal bleeding and the difference between tampons and maxi pads. (Their mommy told my mother that she had already had that talk with them. She lied. And also never talked to me about it.)

Consequently, I was already a little on edge yesterday when she decided to come into my house for the first time in nearly a year and have a real conversation with me for the first time in nearly 2 years.

She only speaks to me when she wants something, you see. And yesterday, she wasn’t even on a mission for herself, directly. She sat in my living room and looked me in the eye for the first time in a year and a half… because I sent her houseboy an email last night and scared him so bad he had to dispatch his mommy to ask me to back off.

And I looked her in the eye and said, “This is the only way I can get your attention. I thought you should know that I had two big talks with our daughters yesterday. I explained sex to them and once they had that under their belts, I told them that Katie is not my biological daughter and they’re only half sisters. You should have been involved in both of those conversations, but apparently I can’t get your attention unless I scare your houseboy.”

Any questions about why I have custody of my children, even though one of them is not technically mine?

The houseboy donated sperm for a daughter too but never even bothered to fight for her. He abandoned her and fled to another country to try and steal my life and family as soon as her mother got tired of him. People in America seem to have caught on fast because he can’t seem to hold a job.

Then he offered me $10,000 to BUY my children after he lost the legal battle to steal my family.

No. Seriously. He offered me $10,000 cash to terminate my parental rights. He’s still breathing because he made that offer from another room through a court-ordered mediator. I think the mediator was even a little nervous at my reaction to that offer.

That mutt only lives because I allow him to and he’s pushing his luck.

Term limits

March 19th, 2010

I’ve always been torn about the term limits argument. I’ve heard very good arguments made on both sides of it. Those in favor of term limits argue – rightly – that it would prevent travesties such as Barney Frank, Nancy Pelosi and Charlie Rangel, to name a few off the top of my head. We should probably throw that bastard Murtha in there too.

That makes sense. We shouldn’t have to rely on the VA to kill off someone like Murtha that everyone hates but who has grown too powerful through corruption to defeat at the polls. Even in San Francisco, Nancy Pelosi never could have been elected once – much less reelected for decades – if the system wasn’t corrupt. (As I’ve said before, if you’ve ever seen that woman speak for 60 seconds you know she’s too stupid to find her way home at night without a staff.)

The opposing argument that I’ve always heard is that term limits, especially for the House, would prevent anyone from being there long enough to be effective. That seems a bit specious to me, but I see the point.

However, I’m now seeing this a bit differently in light of the socialist overthrow of the government going on right now with this “health care” charade. (It’s not about “health” or “care.” It’s about the final overthrow of what’s left of the united States Constitution.)

After all their unConstitutional machinations, scheming, backroom deals, threats and bribery… STILL the only reason this nightmare has a chance of getting rammed through is because of retiring democrat Congressmen that have nothing to lose – and everything to gain – by voting for it as they “retire.” To hell with public opinion! They’re buying either an appointment to easier government jobs or laying the groundwork for their lobbying careers.

With term limits this could be far worse. Imagine the current scenario with this horrific mess if a third of the House was not eligible for reelection because of term limits.

That would be far worse than even this hell we’re facing now.

I have to say that this may have convinced me that term limits for Congress may do more harm than good. Especially with a Marxist usurper in the White House.

I miss America and lament that my children will never know her except from history books. May she rest in peace.

Women’s History Month

March 2nd, 2010

When you get done whining about being oppressed, could one of you lazy victims fetch me a sammich and a beer?

Running the whole world and keeping everyone else down is hard work. I’m exhausted.

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