A Cacophony of Caterwauling in Colorado Springs

Eager to promote supernaturalist diversity, the brass running the United State Air Force Academy, deployed an outdoor worship site for academy’s resident pagans. Essentially a circle of large boulders - a holy rock pile, if you will - its creation annoyed the crap out of certain NIMBY-minded Cross Cultists.

On January 17, 2010, someone of the Cross Cult persuasion, set off a firestorm of pagan pissing and moaning when he, she, heshe, it, or ‘they’ left a calling card at the holy rock pile: a cross constructed out of railroad ties. No harm, no foul? You must be delusional...

Tech. Sgt. Brandon Longcrier, a self-described pagan who sponsors the group that worships there, said the incident was similar to someone leaving a pentagram or a pagan symbol at the academy's chapel altar and claimed he and others are victim of a hate crime. In an e-mail to Weinstein's group, Longcrier said his group had been "thrown under the bus by the system we trusted" and that the "hate crime" has been ignored.

David Cannon, director of communications at the Air Force Academy, said the incident remains under investigation. He declined to indicate whether it could be classified as a hate crime pending completion of the probe.

Cannon said that if a cadet were behind the incident, the Air Force would have the power to prosecute. If a civilian did it, the case could be taken up by local authorities. "Until (the investigation) is over, we can't classify it as anything," Cannon told FoxNews.com, adding that it remains unclear whether cadets were involved.

In a statement issued Wednesday, Lt. Gen. Mike Gould, the Air Force Academy's superintendent, said the school will take "appropriate action" if a cadet were indeed responsible. "Our message is simple: we are taking this incident very seriously and conducting an inquiry," Gould's statement read. "We absolutely do not stand for any type of destructive behavior or disrespect for human dignity." (Fox)

"Thrown under the bus by the system we trusted"? A "hate crime"? "Destructive behavior"? "Disrespect for human dignity"? Have they lost their f-ing minds? Perhaps, but I have some timely observations which might save the day.

Apparently - I'm as shocked as you must be - The Politically Incorrect Gazette isn't required reading at the Air Force Academy. My STFU Top Story has all the answers they need, but, tragically, nobody is paying attention.

If PIG was required reading at this institution, this caterwauling pagan, Tech. Sgt. Brandon Longcrier, the primary pinhead who venerates the 'holy' rock pile, wouldn't be acting like an utter and complete ass. Instead of blubbering that his group had been "thrown under the bus by the system we trusted" and 'victimized' by a "hate crime", he would be busy learning this Properly-PIGish Pagan Ritual: Just close your eyes, stick your fingers in your ears, hum REAL LOUD, and GET OVER IT.

If PIG was required reading at the Air Force Academy, the brass wouldn’t be setting their hair on fire, ordering investigations, and bloviating about "destructive behavior" and "disrespect for human dignity". Instead, in addition to testing the local water supply for mind-altering substances, they would alleviate that painful knot in their knickers with this can’t miss FSOP solution: Just close your eyes, stick your fingers in your ears, hum REAL LOUD, and GET OVER IT.

Today, is Ronald Reagan’s 99th birthday. It’s a perfect time to point out why it’s so hard for the merely mortal to fill the Gipper’s big, liberty-promoting, shoes.

Many invoke his name...many try to wrap themselves in his cloak, but nobody is willing to emulate the Gipper by standing up and announcing in ringing tones: "...government is not the solution to our problem; government is the problem."

Nobody is willing to put the Nanny State in its proper place:

"We are a nation that has a government--not the other way around. And this makes us special among the nations of the Earth. Our government has no power except that granted it by the people. It is time to check and reverse the growth of government, which shows signs of having grown beyond the consent of the governed." (Ronald Reagan’s First Inaugural Address, emphasis added)

In 2010, the Elephant Clan isn’t the party of Ronald Reagan. It’s the party of big government promoting hacks like Juan McCain, Vicente W. Bush, Olympia Snowe, Susan Collins, that Flori-DUD Charlie Crist, Mexifornia's action hero governor, and too damn many others.

Unlike today’s Nanny State loving Elephant Clan punks, Ronald Reagan had a crystal clear perspective on the relationship between the Nanny State and sovereign individuals:

Ours was the first revolution in the history of mankind that truly reversed the course of government, and with three little words: "We the people." "We the people" tell the government what to do, it doesn't tell us. "We the people" are the driver, the government is the car. And we decide where it should go, and by what route, and how fast. Almost all the world's constitutions are documents in which governments tell the people what their privileges are. Our Constitution is a document in which "We the people" tell the government what it is allowed to do. "We the people" are free.

Would any of the current candidates dare to say "government isn’t the solution to our problem; government is the problem"? Get a life, Sparky. If a modern version of Ronald Reagan came along, the Elephant Clan wouldn’t give him the time of day. That’s why they’re the minority party, and very likely to stay that way for the foreseeable future.

Happy 99th Birthday, Gipper.

New Business

This week’s Rabid Moonbat competition was anticlimactic. Why? Our winning nominee is the Secretariat of Moonbats, since he/it easily left the competition far, far, far behind him:

Rabid Moonbat: Messiah Barry

Magic Moonbat Moment: "We have been very fiscally responsible.

Old Business

Last week’s winning nominee is this leg tingling gem:

Rabid Moonbat : Chris 'The Tingler' Matthews

Magic Moonbat Moment: "I was trying to think about who he was tonight. It's interesting: he is post-racial, by all appearances. I forgot he was black tonight for an hour. You know, he's gone a long way to become a leader of this country, and passed so much history, in just a year or two. I mean, it's something we don't even think about. I was watching, I said, wait a minute, he's an African-American guy in front of a bunch of other white people. And here he is president of the United States and we've completely forgotten that tonight — completely forgotten it. I think it was in the scope of his discussion. It was so broad-ranging, so in tune with so many problems, of aspects, and aspects of American life that you don't think in terms of the old tribalism, the old ethnicity. It was astounding in that regard. A very subtle fact. It's so hard to talk about. Maybe I shouldn't talk about it, but I am. I thought it was profound that way."

So The Tingler forgot Barry is black, but only for an hour. Isn't that special. I don't give a damn about the color of Barry's skin, so I never give it a moment's thought. On the other hand I NEVER FORGET the color of Barry's politics: Commie RED.

Parting shot: Isn’t that special! Thanks to me, Messiah Barry and his most relentless stalker, Chris ‘The Tingler’ Matthews, have something else in common besides the fact that both of them are madly in love with the same man.

Two Rabid Moonbats

Sitting In a Tree

K-I-S-S-I-N-G!

Mother Nature’s rampage is still going strong. In addition to flattening Haiti, she’s blasting America with sub-zero weather, blizzards, and snow. With the pounding the Midwest, South and East coast areas are experiencing, we shouldn't forget that Southern California has its share of devastating weather. Below is a photo illustrating the excessive damage caused to a home from a West coast storm that passed through the Southern California area, recently.

Earthquakes...Mud slides...The Botox Bitch...An action hero governor...Now THIS! Hasn’t Mexifornia suffered enough?

It really makes you cherish what you have, and reminds us not to take life for granted. It’s devastation like this which makes you realize what an unrelenting bitch Mother Nature can be, at this time of year.

For a variety of reasons, nobody seems to have anything nice to say about Valentine’s Day. It’s a blight on the calendar that everyone fails to appreciate.

Men from sea to shining sea - and beyond, I suspect - view it as a ‘gotcha’ that will unleash a raging female on them if they don’t come through with the goods. It all depends on the quality of the woman in your life. If you’re paired up with a high maintenance woman - what I call a Hot House Flower - Valentine’s Day can be the most terrifying day of the year. As much as you’d like to ignore it, you can’t because SHE will have your nads for breakfast if you don’t meet, or exceed her expectations. Good luck with that dude. You’re probably going to need it.

The NO-NADs view it as a day devoted to those rampaging male hormones that heartlessly victimize womyn.

The Mecca Maniacs see it as another infidel plot to sabotage their fetid flavor of supernaturalism.

The hard-line Hindus, who are almost as annoying as the Mecca Maniacs, insist that Valentine’s Day is a full frontal assault on Dothead culture. It’s a pestilence that imposes the West’s "wham, bam, thank you ma’am" values on inherently chaste India.

Korrectniks insist that Valentine’s Day, with its obvious winners (got a Valentine) and losers (didn’t get one), gives people - especially THE CHILDREN - a painful boo-boo.

If you’re a veteran PIGster, you’re probably aware that here in the top secret PIG bunker we consider that winged, arrow packing pest, Cupid, armed and dangerous. This puny pest has been caught, more than once, peppering the oddest people with his poison-tipped arrows. What’s that? You doubt me?

In that case, I’ll serve up some of this winged hooligan’s most infamous ‘hits’

* Skank Hilton: Despite her toxic, wang-nuking, nads, Skank continues to lure men who should know better to their doom. It can’t be the Skank’s scrawny ‘sex appeal’, so it has to be something else. Either she put Cupid on the payroll, or the winged delinquent has a ‘thing’ for a Skank old enough to be his great great great grandmother.

* Chris ‘The Tingler’ Matthews: Admittedly, we all laughed, the first time, or two, that this sick bastard had an on camera Obamagasm. BUT, the joke got old, MONTHS ago, so I rate this Cupid caper as TERRORISM.

* Lamar Odom: What this winged runt did to Lamar is not now, and never was, the least bit funny. Throwing him into the arms of Sasquatch Kardashian and her relentlessly greedy family is one of the most vile things this arrow flinging menace has ever done. It calls for DRASTIC action.

* Christina Aguilera: Have you SEEN the troll she married? Game, set, match, skeptical Sparky. Cupid should be impaled on his damn arrows for perpetrating...that.

Like I said, with the possible exception of females around the world, nobody has anything nice to say about Valentine’s Day, so I think we need to track down that bow and arrows packing pestilence, Cupid. We need to warn him that every year when Valentine’s Day rolls around, the Free State of PIG gears up for action and issues the usual "shoot on sight" orders. We’re perfectly willing to coexist peacefully with this Cupid pest, from a safe distance, but we’d rather not have that puny pest lurking in OUR neighborhood using our butts for target practice.

Lock and load, PIG dudes. It’s that time of year again and we need to be on the lookout for this winged arrow packing terrorist.

Tuesday, February 2nd, is the 105th anniversary of Ayn Rand’s birth. The least I can do is to thank her for helping me take my mind out of neutral. I give her credit for lifting the mental fog which clouded my thinking, when I was young, full of myself, and clueless.

Admittedly, my introduction to Ayn Rand was a painful one. It happened while I was working for a company that made a primordial form of computer memory devices. At the time, two of us shared a small test room, where we performed some mindless tasks that left ample time for conversations.

My co-worker was an Objectivist, who always managed to humiliate me during our discussions of various ideas and/or events. Eventually, I got the message. I was spouting drivel that had been jammed into my brain, unprocessed. Since I never fully analyzed my ‘beliefs’, I didn’t have a snowball’s chances in hell of defending them. Okay, let’s be real...the mush that filled my brain at that time was indefensible.

Eventually, my co-worker took pity on me and gave me a guidebook to lead me out of my mental fog. It was ‘Atlas Shrugged’, a book which, in every possible way, rocked my world. Ayn Rand’s wisdom still rocks my world, decades after she has shuffled off this mortal coil.

Thanks to Ayn Rand and her compelling wisdom, I know what I believe, and why. Admittedly, my understanding of, mastery of, her philosophy is imperfect, but I still have ample time to drag myself onward, upward, to a more complete understanding of her Objectivism.

I owe her, big time, for helping me switch on my brain. Before I thank her for that, I will do a Nixon and make one thing perfectly clear. Ayn Rand gets credit for my metal clarity, such as it is, but I do NOT blame her for my regular brain-farts. With that in mind I say, "Thank you Ayn, and Happy Birthday."

Sanity Prevails At Willows High School

Before I give you the breaking news, I’ll repost this item from November 2009's News Digest:

No Bending The Rules At Willows
Gary Tudesko’s header into Zero Tolerance Zombie hell started, when he decided to do some bird hunting, before he headed off to Willows High School (Mexifornia). The idea wasn’t fatally flawed, but he stepped in it, when he left his shotguns in his ride then parked it off campus. No harm, no foul? You know better.

The incident began on Oct. 26 when scent-sniffing dogs detected something in a pickup on the street north of the tennis courts on West Willow Street. A Willows police officer did a search of the license plate and traced the pickup to Tudesko.

Tudesko came out to the vehicle and said there were two shotguns and shells in the pickup. He opened his vehicle for a search, which revealed the guns on the rear seat as well as a knife with a 3-inch blade. The police held the weapons and the school suspended Tudesko for five days, which was later extended indefinitely until Thursday's hearing.

[Zero Tolerance ASSHOLE, Willows High Principal Mort] Geivett said the Education Code requires the school pursue expulsion, when a student is in possession of a firearm, knife or explosive without written permission from the school. He said he was concerned for the safety of students and staff.

"Gary should've known better than to come to campus with guns in his truck," Geivett said. (Chico Enterprise)

Unwilling, unable, to consider all the pertinent facts, the Willows Unified School District board of trustees voted 4-0 to flush Gary Tudesko down the crapper, by expelling him. What a steaming pile of shit! He screwed up and he knows it, so some punishment is richly deserved. BUT, expulsion is overkill. Before Educrats impose that fate, I’d expect them to investigate Gary, his background, and assess ALL the FACTS. Is he a good kid? Does he stay out of trouble? Has he shown any MEANINGFUL signs that he poses a threat to other students? Has this 16 year old junior done anything in his life that sends up a warning flag? If he passes muster on those, and other pertinent issues, then a suspension, and/or detention, is cool but NOT expulsion.

Parting shot: The one thing that always pisses me off about this Zero Tolerance bullshit is the inescapable fact that the Zero Tolerance Zombies ALWAYS end up giving a royal shafting to the good kids, but make excuses for the REAL badasses.

UPDATE:
This week, the Glenn County Board of Education, overturned Gary Tudesko’s expulsion and gave him a green light to go back to school.

In addition to reversing the Willows Unified School District board's decision, the county trustees ordered Tudesko's expulsion be removed from the school record.

It also ordered "any costs incurred by the pupil or his parents be reimbursed by the district."

The county board ruled the district had "acted in excess of its jurisdiction" because the act "did not occur on school grounds or at a school activity."

Furthermore, the county board stated that Tudesko did not have an opportunity for a "fair hearing" before the district board, because he "was not provided timely written notice of all evidence...."

The board also found "prejudicial abuse of discretion by the district" because it failed to show how other discipline choices were not feasible, or that Tudesko was a "continuing danger to the physical safety of the student and others."

The final finding stated that the board "need not reach a determination" about whether relevant and material evidence existed or "was improperly excluded at the hearing before the district governing board." (Orland Express-Register)

Did the relevant Willows High officials, like Principal Mort Geivett, take this slapdown like a man? You be the judge:

"I'm disappointed, but not surprised, due to the political climate we have here and the fact we have school board members who are going up for re-election and a superintendent who might be running for re-election," he said.

"And, the fact they had to face folks who are avid hunters. In this community, you have to dig down deep to stand up and do the right thing," he added.

PIGish kudos go out to the rational adults who financed Gary’s appeal:

Tudesko's appeal, presented by Long Beach attorneys C.K. "Chuck" Michel and Hillary Green, was funded in part by the National Rifle Association's and the California Rifle and Pistol Association Foundation's combined Legal Action Project.

The FSOP congratulates Gary on his victory, but we strongly advise him to watch his back because ‘they’ will be out to get you, by any/all means at their disposal.

A Stoner Daily Double

[With Golden Oinks on hold until Sunday morning, I decided to entertain you with a pair of stoner tales which are in a pitched battle over Excuse of the Week honors.]

It’s Not Weed, It’s A Sacrament
High in Colorado, in more ways than one, Trevor Douglas did a header into the forces of justice system, when he was pulled over by a state trooper for driving with an expired license tag. During the ensuing exchange of pleasantries, Trevor was also cited for marijuana possession - less than an ounce of weed and a pipe.

Trevor doesn’t dispute the expired tag, or the fact that he had some weed, but he’s running an interesting explanation for the latter up the justice system flagpole. You see, for our 25 year old stoner, weed isn’t a drug, it’s a key component of his supernaturalism, since he’s an adherent of Hawaii-based THC Ministry:

Douglas told the Vail Daily newspaper that his religion is similar to Christianity and that the use of pot is sacred to him, just like wine and bread are sacred to Christians. "The court is basically trying me for my religious beliefs," he told the newspaper.

According to its Web site, THC Ministry has offices in Los Angeles; Bozeman, Mont.; and Boulder, Colo.
"We use Cannabis religiously and you can, too," the site says. "Cultivation and enjoyment of Cannabis sacrament is a fundamental human right provided by God and protected by the First Amendment of the U.S. Constitution."

THC Ministry says it provides "defense to prosecution" to its members who are "sincere practitioners." According to its Web site, a successful religious defense depends on five things, including sincerity; that marijuana be used in private, like in a church or home; and that the drug, or "sacrament," not be sold. (ABC)

Wow! This ‘it’s a sacrament’ excuse puts a whole new spin on the venerable exclamation, "Holy Smokes!"

A Ron White Moment
When a Crestview (Flori-DUH) cop stopped him for speeding and ‘failing to maintain a single lane’, 25 year old Jason Miles had a Ron White Moment ("I had the right to remain silent, but I didn’t have the ability"). He was, as things turned out, his own worst enemy.

The 25-year-old Crestview man was stopped Jan. 22 after a Crestview Police Department officer noticed him speeding on James Lee Blvd. The driver, Jason Miles, appeared nervous and there was a strong odor of marijuana coming from inside the truck, the officer noted.

When the officer asked him if there was anything illegal in the truck, Miles said, "I got $2,000 worth of weed in the truck!"

During a search, police found 110 grams of marijuana, two digital scales and a package of peach-flavored cigars. He was charged with possession of marijuana with intent to distribute and possession of paraphernalia. (NWF Daily News)

The moment that the requisite, "you have the right to remain silent" formalities were concluded, Jason’s Ron White Moment hit high gear. After explaining that, as a full time student during the week, he could only sell weed on the weekends, he tried to mitigate his guilt by explaining the he kept a lot of the weed for his personal use. That’s when he unleashed this show-stopping gem: "Man, you don’t know how much weed I smoke." He’s right, of course, but he’ll have ample time to explain that to a judge at his March 2 court appearance.

.WHO THE HELL IS THIS GUY AND WHAT'S HIS DAMAGE?

I am a sovereign individual.

My life does not belong to the state. It does not belong to that amorphous collectivist illusion "society". It does not belong some supernatural entity. My life is mine and mine alone, not the state's, society's, or a deity's. I demand no more...I demand no less...than the freedom to take those actions and act upon those thoughts that further the primary purpose of life: life itself. I grant no more...I grant no less...than the same consideration to every other sovereign individual. My life and the essential properties thereof - my intellect, my thoughts, my character, my integrity - are mine an mine alone. Since I am the sole owner of my life, the blame or credit for its conduct is entirely mine, not the state's, society's or a deity's. For good or ill, the buck stops here, Sparky.

As sole owner, stockholder and director of my life, I started my tenure by determining that reality is objective: the universe exists independently and is not a figment of my imagination. Objective reality is not a malleable, undefined, chaos that is subject to the whim and whimsy of a capricious supernatural entity. Objective reality is not determined by the unrequited needs of society. Objective reality is not enslaved, altered or changed by the insatiable demands of the Nanny State. Because objective reality is constrained by certain immutable scientific tenets, each and every object in this objective reality possesses - must possess - certain immutable properties which can be observed, measured and, ultimately, understood. A is A, so get over it, Sparky.

Reason, not revelation, chronic societal need or government decree, is the means by which I comprehend objective reality...the means by which I determine those actions required to sustain, conduct and/or improve my life.. Reason, not commandments from on high is the means by which I conduct my own life. Reason, not plaintive wails for the unearned fruits of my labor and/or intellect determines how I conduct my life. Unless coerced by the Nanny State's monopoly on the use of force, reason, not politically motivated hyperbole, determines how, when and why I conduct my life. Reason - not the Nanny State, society, or some deity - determines how, when and why I expend the fruits of my labors and/or intellect. It's my life, my call, so back the hell off, Sparky.

Whereas reality is objective and reason directs my life - my choices, my thoughts, my actions - the Nanny State, society and supernatural entities must butt the hell out, because I don't need their interference in my life. I will not, voluntarily, be enslaved by the Nanny State, "society" or a deity. I will not, voluntarily, surrender the fruits of my labor...I will not, voluntarily, surrender the fruits of my intellect to any individual or entity that hasn't earned them. Conversely, I will not demand, accept, or steal the unearned fruits of another individual's labor and/or intellect. When I require the services, the knowledge, and/or the skills of another sovereign individual, I will negotiate a voluntary, mutually beneficial, bargain to secure their cooperation. I will not exert force, or attempt to coerce a sovereign individual into surrendering his rightful property - real and/or intellectual.

My life and the products thereof are not commodities that must be manipulated, micro-managed, sacrificed to or redistributed by the Nanny State. My life and the products thereof are not public resources that must be plundered to placate any other individual's chronic need. My life is not a toy to be played with, twisted, and/or controlled by some perverse, supernatural entity. I will never, willingly, surrender reason's essential role in directing my own life to the state, society, or a disembodied supernatural entity. My life belongs to me, so if you plan to claim dominion over it, pack a lunch, because you're in for one hell of a fight, Sparky.

I am a sovereign individual.

Getting Down and Dirty with the REAL Hambo

Hambo claims to be a lot of things, the most believable of which is: noted freelance philosopher. He goes on to claim that International Society of Proper-Hyphenation (he made this group up) has, on three separate occasions, given him an award, in recognition of his ground-breaking efforts on behalf of diversity and social justice. He also claims to be an author, which isn’t as big a whopper as you’d expect. We’ve read his mini tome on Management Principles: Sirrom’s Theorem, but we don’t believe his bilge about writing a detailed history of the once prolific, nomadic WASP tribesmen who still can be found in such trackless American wilderness areas as: Grosse Pointe, Aspen, and Laguna Nigel. We can state, that when it comes to himself, Hambo has his way with the truth. On most other things, he’s alarmingly honest and truthful.

He’s a devotee of Orthodox Paganism, but is quick to point out that ‘regrettably’ it's not Classic Orthodox Paganism, which, as everyone knows, requires a sacrificial virgin. Tragically, in his mind, at least, modern society frowns on human sacrifice. Hambo decries this desecration of his beloved Paganism as ‘malignant Christian altruism and rampant God Squad sentimentality’. When pressed on this human sacrifice issue, he reluctantly concedes that the shocking decrease in the virgin population - an alarming decline so severe that virgins have been placed on the endangered species list - might have doomed this aspect of Orthodox Paganism, in any case. That said, Hambo quickly recovers with his patented ‘virtual virgin’ concept. He insists that his version of Paganism will accept a virtual virgin: a girl who vows that she only did it once and swears she didn’t enjoy it. Purists have denounced his resourcefulness, calling it Reformed Orthodox Paganism, a term which he has declared ‘cool’.

Hambo’s bogus business card lists ‘Commentary’ - his allegedly clever way of saying that he's very opinionated, on virtually any topic. His card further lists ‘Political’, his way of admitting that many of his endless opinions are subversive, hostile and generally antagonistic to anything and everything political. The third category on his card, ‘Satire’, is his dubious claim that, occasionally, parts of his endless outpouring of angry verbiage is funny, to a certain kind of reader. We’re alarmed to report that others have bought into this ‘humor’ claim and give him unwanted encouragement, when he goes off on one of his tangents. Okay, we admit it. He makes us laugh, too.

The most insidious thing about Hambo is his ability to bury his insanity beneath a cloak of convincing normality. If you met him on this street, while he's hiding behind this ‘just another forgettable dude’ disguise, you’d never realize the dangerous intellect which is analyzing your every word/action, plotting a way to vilify you in one of his infamous tirades. Doesn’t God Squad scripture warn of wolves in sheep’s clothing? Trust me, they had Hambo in mind when they wrote it.

In short, Hambo is dangerously disturbed...what a mental health professional would term ‘non-clinically bonkers’. Nothing, nobody, is safe from this self described freelance philosopher, so watch yourself. With Hambo on the loose, it's very scary out there.