December 25, 2018 Jennifer Nagorka The Dallas Morning News dallasnews.com/sendletters RE: ”Affordable Housing Builds Families” – Some comments on your Christmas Day plea for gravity defying solutions to the housing “crisis”.

December 25, 2018

Jennifer Nagorka

The Dallas Morning News

dallasnews.com/sendletters

RE: ”Affordable Housing Builds Families” – Some comments on your Christmas Day plea for gravity defying solutions to the housing “crisis”.

Ms. Nagorka,

No, I am not a heartless Scrooge who asks “Have the Poor Laws been repealed? Have the work houses been closed?” In fact, I revel when someone calls me Scrooge. At the end of “A Christmas Carol” it was said of him that “He could keep Christmas well if any man alive possessed the knowledge.” 

7 paragraphs into your gentle Jeremiad about how since nobody is to blame for the housing “crisis” everyone is to blame for it, you say “New York City had a postwar housing crisis because the Great Depression halted new construction for almost a decade”. 

 Wrong on several counts.

First of all, I thought it was an accepted truth, one that falls under the category of “settled science” of modern American Liberal doctrine, that the New Deal “cured” the Great Depression. If you say it didn’t, I hope that revelation does not make you a Bernie Sanders/Chiquita Ocasio Cortez “denier”. There is a special place in Hell for an accepted solution “denier”.

Some facts, some, forgive me, true facts are inconvenient. One of these “turd in the punch bowl” facts is that the more the city government is involved in housing the more exacerbated the “crisis” is. New York City passed an emergency rent control law right after Pear Harbor. It required an annual renewal with the renewal certifying that the “crisis” is still a crisis. It is still in existence 77 years since its inception. It is a gravity defying offense to Logic.

Housing, and efforts to make it more affordable, inter alia, is judged on efforts, never on results. Football coaches get fired if they have two losing seasons. I can think of 8 Super Bowl winning coaches who got the chop. Yet non-productive and counter-productive housing strategies, counter-productive because they divert capital from a more symbiotic, ergo, mutually beneficial market, both “endure and prevail”. And they do so at our peril.

Back in my other life I was an expert witness on government guaranteed mortgages on the Federal Court level. The not quite infinite variety – 221, 232, 234, 235, 236, plus the mind-boggling sub-sets of same - commanded IBM to perfect its PC with necessity being the mother of invention. There is one thing these attempts at outdoing Sisyphus and getting the rock of “affordable housing” up the mountain of reality, and not just up same mountain, but over it, have in common. They don’t work.

QED? 

Do you know of any sane adult who would voluntarily move into Section 8 housing? I don’t know any either. They may be poor but they’re not stupid. 

Exactly how do you propose to “improve the situation by welcoming moderately priced homes into our towns and neighborhoods”? What happens if the “towns or neighborhoods” don’t want them? You say “we could allow builders to scatter well-designed duplexes or triplexes instead of more 4,000-foot single family houses. At the risk of introducing the ancient adage “Quis custodes custodiet?” who gets to decide which duplexes or triplexes are “well-designed”?

You say we should “invest significant public and philanthropic dollars in it”. I thought we already have.

82 years into our “housing crisis” your solution is for some distant force to impose its will on some unwilling subjects for a greater good. So far it hasn’t worked. But the “Fatal Conceit” of statists everywhere prevent them from saying that. Why stop now? So what if it hasn’t worked for 9 decades. More of the same. That’s the ticket. You go, girl!

Kevin Smith

WARRIORBARDIT@BELLSOUTH.NET

December 26, 2018 Rosemary O’Hara – Editorial Page Editor The Sun Sentinel RE: Sheriff Scott Israel – Some comments on your editorial recommending that he get the chop for cause.

December 26, 2018

Rosemary O’Hara – Editorial Page Editor

The Sun Sentinel

RE: Sheriff Scott Israel – Some comments on your editorial recommending that he get the chop for cause.

Crackling Rosie,

“Fish stink from the head”

As certain as Lee and Jackson and Hill beating the Army of the Potomac like you would beat a rented mule or a red-headed step child was the sight of Lincoln firing his Generals. He stopped, after 3 years, when he found Grant who was unanimously opposed by the DC insiders. Lincoln overrode them when he said, “I need him. He fights.”

Hank Stram. Don McCafferty. Tom Landry. Tom Flores. Mike Ditka. Jimmy Johnson. George Seifert. Brian Billick. And what 2 things do these fine gentlemen have in common? #1 – They won Super Bowls and #2 – They were all fired. As my sainted Mother was wont to say, “Eaten bread is soon forgotten.” Which leads us to Sheriff Scott Israel.

2 things about the not so high Sheriff:

#1 – When he was “running” for Sheriff – and that sounds almost as bad as “running” for Judge – it was revealed that he once was registered as a Republican in the Bronx [Why can you still say the Bronx but it is verboten to say the Ukraine? I don’t know either.] Not quite malum per se since I was twice registered as a Democrat but Broward County is ground zero for modern American Liberalism as witnessed for the write-in vote for Josef Mengele because of his progressive views on 4^th & 5^th trimester abortions and because of the continuing fight for manatee suffrage. Being a Republican is looked on as the same as either a ham sandwich at a B’nai B’rith bowling night or an up close and personal showing of terminal herpes at a Planned Parenthood recruiting event. His answer was disingenuous at best or blivit-laden. “Blivit”? Blivit is when you put 3 pounds of bull shit into a 2-pound bag. He said that there were no Democrats in the Bronx when he was there. There are 3 things worse than saying that.

A – “You couldn’t find sand at the beach.”

B – “You couldn’t fine your ass using both your hands.”

C – “You couldn’t find a Jew in the Bronx.”

I have heard A, B, and C being used in hard-edged but playful badinage in conversations between and among NYCPD officers. “C”, in particular, is not anti-Semitic in the sense that Alice Walker and Linda Sansour are vitriolically, venomously, viciously, and virulently anti-Semitic. And if you don’t believe me, look it up.

#2 is his uniform. One more epaulet or half-assed sash and it will be a photo finish as to whether he is the Colonel of the Praetorian Guard of the Lost Duchess of Ruritania or he is auditioning for the road tour of “The Student Prince” with him being the first alternate to the national company of the Village People.

#2A is that like almost spoilt milk, he is ethically challenged. Not yet like Sheriff Kenneth the Short but he is toes on the line to failing the reliable bag test on whether something is ethical.

And now the rule of de gustibus applies. I don’t like Sheriff Israel for the same reason I don’t like peach ice cream. He is the Doctor Fell of Sheriffs and ice cream. “I do not like thee, Dr. Fell. Why, I cannot tell. But this I know very well; I do not like thee, Dr. Fell.”

But my reasons run deeper than supra.

Dick Oliver was a radio commentator in NYC on 9/11. It was he who said “You can always tell who the heroes are. They are the ones who are running into the burning building.”

My grandfather, Richard Lonergan, Badge #291, was “on the job” with the Jersey City Police Department for 35 years. I like to think that as a living member of something larger than himself, as part of something that took precedent over his family, that he would have run to the sound of gunfire, “that he would have run into the burning building”, when the shooting started on Valentine’s Day last. As such, it was BSO Deputy Peterson’s dereliction of duty, his failure to run into the “burning building”, that led to the continuing slaughter of the innocents on February 14, 2018.

You can’t fire the players. Besides, he quit.

You can fire the coach.

As Cromwell said to the Rump Parliament, “In the name of God, go.”

Leave now and he will retain a smidgen of honor. Stay and he loses it all.

Kevin Smith

WARRIORBARDIT@BELLSOUTH.NET

PS – With my Texas Ladies where it is cold, wet, miserable with thunder and lightning. Thank God for the confirmation of 46,000,000,000 – that’s 46 billion – new barrels of oil, the majority of which is in Texas. That means as hot as you want in the winter and as cold as you want in the summer and polar bears and the Paris Climate Accord be damned. Maybe we’ll send some to Venezuela. If ever a country is “unlucky in life’s lottery” this decade, this century, they are it.

December 17, 2018 Joy-Ann Reid and Mika Brzezinski,

December 17, 2018

Joy-Ann Reid and Mika Brzezinski, fire breathing modern American Liberals who are neck and neck to see who will be the Poster Girl for this year’s N-MFMS Award – that’s “Non- Malodorous Fecal Matter Syndrome” or, as it is known to those of us who are doubly blessed to be called Deplorable, “My Shit Doesn’t Stink”. The award will be given this year in conjunction with the highly coveted “Smarmy Bastard of the Year” laurel. The Queen, God Bless her, has her year end honors’ list; I have mine.

Speaking of Smarmy Bastards, attention must be paid to previous winners. The first winner, the template by which all future winners must be judged, was NJ Superior Court Judge Carole Ferentz. Suffice to say that she gave miserable, foul-mouthed vixens a bad name but I am proud to say that I actually made her froth at the mouth and threaten me when I had Appellate Courts in 2 states join in overturning her ruling against me, of course, against me. That I did this pro se and then personally presented her with the rulings and offered, with my personal copy of the Constitution in hand, to show her the relevant parts since, as I sooooo slowly reminded her, she was not familiar, even a teensy weensy bit, with James Madison, I now present myself with Good Egg reward, albeit 26 years late.

All Kennedys, each and every one of them, are awarded “Smarmy Bastard of the Year” permanent laurels, like The Mark of Cain, at birth.

Talk about D.C. Swamp creatures! I’ve been trying since February to get an answer form someone, anyone at the Fed. The President of the Atlanta branch is local businessman who runs a company that has $25,000,000,000 in revenues. In my other life, I was an officer and director of a public company. It doesn’t male ant difference how many zeros there are in your checking account; the reporting requirements – 10K, Annual Report, Proxy – are the same. I asked him why the Fed is not subject to the same rules that his company is. 10 months ago. If he treated his customers that way he couldn’t make a living peddling used cars. Now comes the Fed deciding on whether to raise rates.

I go back to William McChesney Martin acquiescing in Lyndon Johnson’s financing the Vietnam war through T-Bills. It listens when the White House calls. Base strictly on commodity prices, we are toes up to the line, teetering on deflation. Couple that with a head up their ass Democratic House raising taxes and we’re looking at 1933 all over again. And, pop quiz, who are the outside auditors of the Fed?

Here’s another brilliant idea. The highlight of the Christmas Carol “Hark, the Herald Angels Sing” is the line “God and sinner reconciled”. Kevin Hart, a Black comedian who made some jokes about queers a few years ago, gets the chop from being the GC of the Oscars. Mika Brzezinski and Joy-Ann Reid, 2 TV chicks, one of whom ain’t White, you guess, also don’t like finochios. Have them host the Oscars. They can do a Henry the Second and whip each other while begging forgiveness of the non-Deplorables watching the show. And, BTB, it will be true Pay-TV because the only way they will get anyone to watch it will be to pay them. A win-win, no?

86% of the government is funded through 2019. Shut the rest of it down. A motion to adjourn is always in order and is not subject to debate, or so says Robert’s Rules of Order. Shut it down, What’s the worst that can happen? We could go back to the mid-60s, before the government declared War on Poverty and on Drugs. How’s that 2-front war working out? Shut it down. We are a free people. We can always open it up again. Shut it down. Sine die

If the Packers can fire Mike McCarthy, who won a friggin’ Super Bowl, why can’t the Governor fire Brenda Snipes? She’s so incompetently dumb that she thinks manual labor is the guy who mows her lawn. 

Curly Biden for President? Why not? BTB, I call him “Curly” to honor the smartest Stooge. His class mates at Auchmere Academy, a posh, unreachably expensive, all White, single sex, Roman Catholic prep school in Wilmington, Delaware still call him “Cheese Dick”. “Cheese Dick”? Send a SASE. Run Curly, run! Please. You and the lying, fake Injun from Boston whose favorite Redskin food is crab meat omelet will make 2020 a chalk bet.

Kevin Smith

WARRIORBARDIT@BELLSOUTH.NET

December 20, 2018 There is a straight line, chalk true and plumb right, from The Iliad to Fury, a movie about tank-driving Hoplites in the Great Patriotic War, as our Russian allies called it.

December 20, 2018

There is a straight line, chalk true and plumb right, from The Iliad to Fury, a movie about tank-driving Hoplites in the Great Patriotic War, as our Russian allies called it.

But first a word about my Uncle John, my mother’s baby brother.

When he enlisted in 1940 the United States Army promised him, swore to him, that he would have been home by Christmas, 1941.He didn’t get back until almost summer, 1946.

He didn’t get to bury his father, Dick Lonergan, Badge #291, Jersey City Police Department, just before Christmas, 1941 because he was on a boat going to Hawaii to get ready to get on a boat to go to Australia where he would get ready to go wherever his Boss, Douglas MacArthur, went. The first time he fired a weapon in combat it was older than he was. He told me that the 1903 Springfield was excellent for killing kangaroos. He also told me that nobody enjoyed beer more than the Aussies. Advance, Australia Fair! Every time we went into combat, every time, no exceptions, that we went to war in the 20^th century, Australia went with us.

He told me, as we stood close to the tracks at the Jersey Central Railroad Station on 8^th Street in Bayonne and watched as trains ran over the coins we had put on the rail that the sound, the God-awful noise, the cacophony, never ever left him.

That was during the Korean War.

I asked him what he would do if the Army sent him to Korea.

He told me he would surrender.

My mother wrote to her brother every day since he left Jersey City.

 I was born in 1943, on the anniversary of the Battle of Lepanto, the one where the Christian good guys killed the radical Islamist terrorist bad guys who wanted to “stable their horses in the Sistine Chapel”. They killed them like their ancestors killed them at Tours 739 years before and just like their grandchildren would kill them at Vienna a bit more than a century later. [Can you picture the world without Bach, without Mozart? They could. Remember, they outlawed whistling. Just because somebody lives to be killed doesn’t mean we should stop killing them. If it did we would still be on Okinawa.]

My father’s father, Jack Smith of Ballyglass, Galway, Connaught, cousin of Billy Mann, great grandfather of James Quinn, ring bearer at my daughter Courtenay’s wedding and a member of Phi Beta Kappa, was losing his sight before I was born. My mother told her brother that I had beautiful blond hair. “Don’t cut it until I get back”, he asked. The only way he could tell the difference between me and anyone else in the play pen was by the length of my hair. “When are you going to make a man out of him?”, he asked his son later to be known as Judge Smith.  And so I remained a beautiful, blue-eyed, long haired boy until 1946.

I began reading Kipling sometime in the mid-50s after watching the movie “Gunga Din”. Kipling was the transition between the Romantic Era and what is generally known as Modern Poetry. As such, he was acknowledged by T.S. Eliot, the eternal Horatius at the Gate, guarding the “Permanent Things”. I am glad to see that Warren Buffett, when asked how to get through the travails of the market, suggested a close reading of “IF”, to which I add “The Gods of the Copybook Headings”. I am glad to see that Buffett is following my lead.

The great Depression, the one that FDR promised to end by cutting deficit spending and balancing the budget, was made exponentially worse when the Federal Reserve cut the money supply by 25% and he raised taxes, was man-made. Yesterday, when the Fed again raised the discount rate, just 4 months after raising it, and causing a mini-deflationary commodity cycle, for no visible economic reason, would suggest, particularly if you believe that the Russkies somehow convinced Wide-Bottomed Hillary to stop campaigning in Ohio, Michigan, and Wisconsin, a conspiracy so vast that it has no name. The absence of proof is not proof of anything but still………….

It took my Uncle John 43 years to perfect his claim for partial disability against the VA. He was ably represented by lawyers working for the DAV and the VFW. He was buried with full military honors in May, 2001

I was lecturing at an alternative high school with the alternative being that they listen to the curmudgeonly old White guy, me, or they go to the pokey. I had mentioned that the best reason to read the Iliad was that you get to read the Odyssey in context. A large Black teen, bordering on the more feral side, perked up and said, “Ain’t that the story of the dude who took ten years to get back to his old lady?” Pure genius. What the Hell was that guy doing a half-step from serious time?

Raise a glass this Christmas Day in honor of my Father, Judge Martin J. Smith. Born on June 18, 1901, he died on Christ mas Day, 1978. My Mother, ever the practical one, remarked that Saint Mary’s, the Church on 15^th Street and Avenue C in Bayonne, that his father helped build, would be “beautiful”, what with the Christmas decorations.

Kevin Smith

WARRIORBARDIT@BELLSOUTH.NET

PS – As Davey Crockett said, “You can all go to Hell. I am going to Texas.” 

December 13, 2018 The marauding thugs trying to invade the United States made a non-negotiable demand of Trump yesterday. “Let us in or give each of us $50,000 to go home.”

December 13, 2018

The marauding thugs trying to invade the United States made a non-negotiable demand of Trump yesterday. “Let us in or give each of us $50,000 to go home.”

I have a better plan, one that will not require us to go to China, hat in hand, to borrow money from the meretricious Mandarin moneylenders. They were the ones that Wide-Bottomed Hillary warned us about every day she was in the Senate because she was “smart and no fool”. When she became Secretary of State she filled up Air Force 2 with a couple dozen Lewinsky wanabees to do some serious Oriental knob polishing to borrow money, to close the deal, so to speak. 

But I digress.

Here’s my plan. It is taken straight from the tutorial given by Alfred P. Doolittle in his negotiations with Professor Henry Higgins concerning compensation for the loss of his daughter, Eliza.

“10 pounds is too much. It gives a man visions and aspirations. 5 pounds will do it.”

Don’t give me $50,000. The tax implications would be unbearable. $585 will do quite nicely. I could get several bang-up lunches with a few pals, including some decent plonk and deviled eggs. Give me $585 and you’ll see the back of me right quick.

Who the bloody Hell is this Juncker? He lists himself as the President of the European Union, plus he is a serial wanker. Talk about tits on a bull! This pissant little shit is trying to make a living “snarling so boldly at the British lion” like the Guru, Young Toad Face’s proud papa, in “Gunga Din”.

I am on retainer to several British trusts and a few 1%ers.

Here’s my advice. 

Tell him to bugger off.

Bring back the classic headline “Storm in the Channel. Continent isolated.”

Send H.M.S. Warspite to Antwerp to see if those 15- inch naval rifles, as we call them, still work.

I read where Her Majesty’s Government will owe these cheese-eating grifters 60 billion – that’s 60,000,000,000 – somethings. Pounds, Euros, Dollars, quien sabe, certainly not Lira or pesos. I don’t know how the green-eye shade boys in Brussels came by that number but there is precedent for these things. Gorbachev gave Lithuania a departing bill of some gazillion rubles. The boys in Vilnius did their own calculation and said you’re right but you owe us the same plus a buck. Let’s do an Oklahoma transfer and we’ll toss in the buck for good will. Dozvadania, tovarich! There’s always the Argentinean template. Every couple of years, when the bar tab gets too high, they say no vale la pena y adios amigos.

As the great Lord Keynes, one of the most interesting characters in the 20^th century and the man who predicted WW2 in 1920, said “If you owe the bank a thousand pounds you have a problem. If you owe the bank a million pounds they have a problem. 

In any event, I volunteer to be in charge of Accounts Payable for Old Blighty. “Prudence,” as my Uncle Adam said, “in running the affairs of a small household can scarce be folly in running the affairs of a great empire.”

The EU and the peckerheads who hector free men on the angle of sausage and such nonsense seem to have adopted King George the Third as their role model handling men born free with that gift “coming from beyond the stars”. We took care of that little dust-up rather well, didn’t we? I suggest a reading of the grievances listed in our Declaration of Independence. One of my favorites is, “He has erected a multitude of new offices, and sent hither swarms of officers, to harass our people and eat out their substance.” Thus, the sausage reference. 

The line from Runnymede to here and now is straight and true. Make sure it stays that way.

An American football coach, Bill Belicheck, says with Zen-like clarity and precision, “Do your job.”  I remember Harold MacMillan giving a speech in the House of Lords in 1984. “Your grandfathers beat the Kaiser. Your fathers beat Hitler.” This is, as Denis Greenough, AKA “Pinky”, a D-Day veteran – not Omaha. Gold – and dear friend, told me in re the Falklands in 1982, “A spot of bother”

I have been asking for some time for someone, anyone to tell me what “Diversity is our strength” means. Declarative sentences only. Any persiflage is to be decidedly non-obfuscatory. Supreme Court Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg will not be asked.

 She is the Judge who sipped Chianti during an Inaugural Address, assuming that no one would notice, and then passed out and wet her knickers – Thank God she was wearing an oversized judicial robe – when the President promised to repeal all the laws governing gravity. I mention the above because despite her toss-pot status, she is the favorite of the addled modern American Liberal court watchers who care for one thing and done thing only, Roe v Wade. [Don’t ask Congresschick Chiquita Ocasio-Cortez about either Roe or Wade. She thinks it is how most Mexicans get to this country.] 

Justice Ginzburg has been on the Supreme Court for 25 years. She was on the Appellate Court for 13 years. I don’t know of her employment record at the Appellate Court level but I do know of it at the Supreme Court. In 25 years and either side of 100 judicial clerk appointments she has had one – repeat – one Black clerk.  Obviously she has a problem with successful Black law students, particularly overachievers who tend to be “uppity”, if you know what I mean. Well, Jesse Jackson or maybe Al Sharpton was right. You know how “hook nosed diamond merchants” [particularly the ‘stiff necked’ ones] can be. They give the Brothers bupkis.

10 years ago today, December 13, 2008, former Vice President Albert Arnold Gore, Jr, AKA Alpha Gump, said that the North Pole, the place where polar bears are drowning at record rates despite modern American Liberal efforts to ban plastic straws as a way to save the icebergs [and probably sink another RMS Titanic], would be ice-free in 5 years. The consensus of scientists says that 2008 and 5 equals 2013. It is now 2018 and the place is still ice bound.  We can conclude from this that Gore/Gump is -A- a friggin’ moron or -B- a horse’s ass or -C- a money hungry fraudulent charlatan or -D- a “sex crazed poodle” or -E- all of the above. Anytime anybody puts the words “science” and “consensus” into the same sentence reach for your legally concealed weapon. And to think that we outlawed flogging.

The midnight headline on “Drudge” was “Human heart found on Southwest flight”.

Can’t top that but we found 45 billion more barrels of oil last week. And we found it in this country, to boot. Can’t top that, either.

Kevin Smith

WARRIORBARDIT@BELLSOUTH.NET

December 12, 2018 I always got the Aztecs and the Incas confused...

December 12, 2018

I always got the Aztecs and the Incas confused until I began to host monthly luncheons with the boys from Lima, the A-Team from Aero-Peru, in John Martin’s in Coral Gables, Florida. 

Aero-Peru became my biggest customer in the aviation parts business. I wound up in Florida because my dear friend, the still dead Bob Brown, threw me a life line after the cart went completely into the ditch in New Jersey. While it is demonstrably true that most financial wounds are self-inflicted, I had a 632-pound gorilla, the Internal Revenue Service lurking nearby. $42,000,000 plus 7 years in United States Tax Court with Judge Carleton Powell presiding – the US Tax Court is a circuit court which means it sits wherever a vacant court room is to be found – has its own court house that sits, with unintended irony, across the street from the not quite posh DC homeless shelter. That’s the place where Mitch Snyder, the homeless guru, hero of the Left and role model of all modern American Liberals and the subject of a fawning TV movie starring Martin Sheen, hanged himself before he could be arrested for being a drug dealer .A side trip to the United States Supreme Court, late night ex-part phone calls from the assistant US Attorney trying the case and, no I didn’t tell my lawyers because what good other than starting over again for the 3^rd time could come from it, and my but how time flies when you are enjoying your self and that’s how I wound up in Florida a step ahead of the Sheriff but not the Feds.

A word or two about Amy.

Attention must be paid to the fact that despite Easters in Antigua and Barbados, several Rolexes, one of which I got her because she thought it inconvenient to remove her Baume & Mercier while trying to make chrischicki or Spotted Dick, some dead animal coats, the houses in Bay Head, the E-Type Jaguar for Mother’s Day, the Danielli in Venice, the Concorde, the Stafford in London for 2 weeks one Christmas, back door $ envelopes for some of her family members, all the usual signs of conspicuous consumption, she was better in bad times then she was in the good.

Anyway they’re all dead and I’m in sight of the 18^th tee what with my 3^rd melanoma being ripped out on Monday and I owe it to Rabbi Dov Fischer, Esq who pointed out that one of the ongoing “wet your pants” moments in the upcoming public life of Congresschick Chiquita Ocasio-Cortes is that she shares a name with Hernan Cortes, the middle age paradigm of DWEMdom because he beat the Aztecs – I knew I would remember -  who were a pretty impressive empire. Did you ever wonder why a lot of Mexicans wear pencil-thin mustaches? I did, particularly when I lived there as a lay missionary 55 years ago. Some women, particularly those married to hombres con mustachios, had visible hair hanging from their arm pits, to show that they were Blanco which is the Spanish word for White. Then and there, I vowed never ever to accept a single word of criticism about my country from SJW hypocrites such as they, be they foreign or domestic.

Maybe that’s why Chiquita chose to identify as a Jew. Is she more of a Semite than Senator PrincessSummerFallWinterWarren is a Redskin? We are in to some pretty tall cotton here. “Show Boat” tells us that one drop of darky blood makes you non-White. Margaret Sanger, Hitler’s favorite American and the major non-Teutonic contributor to his 1934 Nuremberg Race Laws, said it took far more than one drop in 1,024 to make someone Juden. Are there any non-gender specific mikvahs in the South Bronx? Ole y Oy. Being named after an exemplar of White privilege is tough enough but now that she’s a Jewess I suppose she’ll be better able to accept having a rabbi named Shlomo Hitler.

Was it a New Yorker cartoon that showed a debutante telling her tennis opponent that “My friends don’t hit to my back hand?” Anyway, don’t ask Golda Cortez about either Roe or Wade. Up until late last week she thought that was how most Mexicans got here.

Comes word from Strasbourg, home of good geese and good beer, that your basic radical Islamic terrorist, a true WOG, as opposed to the more acceptable irenically idyllic mainstream moderate Muslim “Why are you asking me about Sharia law and jihad?” Ayrab shot up the town square killing a handful of infidels because what else could he give Allah for Christmas? I’ve been asking since October if anyone can explain what “Diversity is our strength” means. Still no answers. France is finished. Notre Dame Cathedral will soon be a mosque. Let the Sunnis and the Shias figure out who runs the place but one thing for sure, Quasimodo is out of a job, as is his brother, whose face sure rings a bell. Also, in addition to Strasbourg’s goose being cooked, the future of Martell cognac is shaky. These Sons of the Desert have long memories and longer knives.

Trump, il magnifico, to his myriad admirers, says that Obama, who once voted against same sex marriage and for a wall on the Southern border, gave $150,000,000,000 in cash – that’s one hundred and fifty billion to Iran for which we got either ugotz or bupkis [Ask Chiquita Cortez what bupkis means]

Google or Facebook, and I do get them confused, share one common trait. They reek of “non-malodorous fecal matter syndrome”. That means to the “deplorable” unwashed that their shit don’t stink. One of them said last month that they will not be working for the Defense Department because the dudes who work there kill people and break things and sometimes those people and things should be left alone because, you know what I’m saying, they are caring, sensitive people who want to save the planet from uberprivileged White people who just don’t give a shit. They did say that they don’t mind working for the Chinks who have at least 1,000,000 – that’s one million – Muslims, of all stripes, under some form of confinement. Go figure. The rules that govern adherents of modern American Liberalism were defined and delineated by Sir Arnold Lunn, an English Catholic – think Thomas Becket, Thomas aKempis, Thomas More, John Henry Newman, G. K. Chesterton, The Waughs, J.R. Tolkien and whoever crawled into those “priest holes” because Protestant England burned far more heretics than Catholic Spain di in the same time frame – almost 80 years ago when he euchered Goebbels over the Winter Olympics and coined the term “eclectic indignation”.

  Bush 41 was lionized in death by people who despised him in life. What would the journalistic reptiles have done if he said there were 57 or 58 states, like Obama did? What would they have done of he had said that the guys who fly his helicopter, play music when he has formal dinners, open and hold the door when he enters or leaves, were members of the “Marine Corpse} as Obama did. They would have pilloried him with billingsgate before condemning him to an open elitist grave. They praised him for breaking a campaign promise and raising taxes. Let the record show that the same Queen Cobras will piss on Trump’s leg and in his soup, if possible, for keeping a campaign promise about building a wall on the Southern border. Would it make me a cad if I were to point out that Senator Clinton, Senator Obama, and Senator Schumer voted for the wall? Probably.

Kevin Hart gets his Black ass sent to Coventry as a way station for his one-way trip to Kafiristan for saying something a few years ago that may have upset Barney Frank and the ghosts of Rock Hudson and Oscar Wilde. Mika Brzezinski and Steven Colbert say downright nasty and vile things that even uberhheteros know is one toke over the line and get away with it. All de gustibus matters come down to quis custodes custodiet. How’s a guy to know? And yes, I am available to host the Oscars.

 Is it true that Clifton Webb was buried upside down so his friends would recognize him?

Kevin Smith

WARRIORBARDIT@BELLSOUTH.NET

 

December 11, 2018 “He arado en el mar” Las palabras ultimas? Simon Bolivar

December 11, 2018

“He arado en el mar”

Las palabras ultimas?

Simon Bolivar

I was unable to scale the pay wall the Wall Street Journal has erected to monetize their asset but I did catch glimpse of the headline on Drudge. 

“NDak passes Venezuela in oil production”

North Dakota, AKA, so help me, The Flickertail State, up until someone decided to marry “fracking” with “slant drilling”, was known for a few non-hydrocarbon things. #1 – It provided, you betcha, the backdrop for “Fargo” which led to “The Big Lebowski” which will make the state a Mecca for serious amateur cinephiles and #2 – It had more nuclear armed ICBMs and B-52s per capita than any place on the planet and #3 – the mighty NDSU Bison has given us almost as many pre-Christmas treats as Bing Crosby.

Those Luddites who constantly caterwaul about drowning polar bears being harbingers of the coming end of days and that oil has peaked and that plastic is evil – I spent Saturday and Sunday in 2 different hospitals and I can offer unequivocal empirical evidence that, absent plastic, modern  medicine would return to shamans with sticks thtough their noses shaking amulets filled with bones of slain sheep and disemboweled owls – and that Solyndra will rise again just as soon as we get Bernie the Bolshie and Congresschck Chiquita in charge. “Fracking”, now being used here for almost 70 years, and “slant drilling”, a technique once frowned on by oil royalty owners, was combined by a bunch of guys in North Dakota, doubtless driven by Mammon, to show those morons in Venezuela how to drill, produce, ship oil, and more importantly, by making the dog hunt and the mule plow.

The people who own the shovel hire people to use the shovel because they want the stuff that the shovel produces. That enables them to buy more shovels and hire more people to use them. People learn to use the shovel for 2 reasons: A – They want to feed both themselves and their family and -B- They want to get their own shovel.

Lenin/Stalin/Hitler/Mao/Nkrumah/Castro/Mugabe/Chavez/Maduro decided to cut out the middle man. They all failed. Beyond that, they all failed miserably. With the exception of “strict constructionist” Trappist monks, there is no example of successful communal ownership. The continuing attempt to deconstruct History by promising that enough rainbow stew and balloon juice will enable a properly motivated proletariat to overturn gravity and jump the so far unjumpable horizon shark. Listen up, peckerheads. It ain’t going to happen.

The first thing I did when I exploited the earth and tore away from her bosom those somnambulant riches in Ohio and New Mexico was to send a check to the local rescue squad. The “unintended consequences” of my contribution was that it was good for business. Ditto for Kentucky, Wyoming, West Virginia, and New York.

Bill McGuinness, an alumnus of Xavier High School where he was a classmate of Antonin Scalia, and the Merchant Marine Academy, where he learned to steer big oil tankers, told me that the best thing the gobierno de Venezuela did was to keep the shipping lanes open and well buoyed. Chavez and Maduro stopped doing that.

That’s why the country is a Hellish shithole where the people kill and eat perros y gatos and zoo animals. A “service dog” has a new definition.

Warren Buffett bought a railroad to ship the oil from North Dakota because he knew that the wing-nut moon bats who worked for Obama would never let a pipe line be built. [BTB, we probably wouldn’t have been able to beat Hitler before the Russkies got to Normandy from the East without the “Big Inch”. Look it up.] As that continues to change – Viva Trump! – we will be able to export more oil and gas. Follow the bouncing ball, please. That means we will be able to tell people who stone women and fly planes into buildings and martyr priests and outlaw balloons and ban whistling and blow up 2,500-year-old statues to consider a career change.

“Creative destruction” leads to progress. Maybe we have a Renaissance in the future. Too bad the WOGs have never had one.

“He arado en el mar”

“I have plowed in the sea.”

Sorry, Che. You killed all those people for nothing.

Kevin Smith 

WARRIORBARDIT@BELLSOUTH.NET

PS – I see where Seth Curry, he of the long distance 3-pointer, doesn’t believe that Man landed on the moon. He’s a step away from buying into Bush 41 taking a SR71 Black Bird to Paris in October, 1980 to meet with the Iranians and fix the ’80 election or that Lee Harvey Oswald worked for J. Edgar Hoover who was the second gun man, the one on the Grassy Knoll, who wore a black sheath dress with a side slit to avoid detection and that FDR gave the Japs the passwords to fly undetected to Pearl Harbor and that Sasquatch will step out of a flying saucer at half-time of the next Rose Bowl with the answers to the Bermuda Triangle and the cure for the heartbreak of psoriasis. Honest. Keep those feet straight, square those shoulders, and follow through, you putz

December 7, 2018 In addition to the Guinness Book-sized, beyond Brobdanaglian, Homericaly and biblically sized discovery off the coast of Guyana...

December 7, 2018

In addition to the Guinness Book-sized, beyond Brobdanaglian, Homericaly and biblically sized discovery off the coast of Guyana, with Guyana being known previously for but 2 things: Papillion and Jonestown, the Secretary of the Interior announced the confirmed discovery of a new field, one that is underneath and contiguous to the Permian Basin. Midland, Texas is like the blind side of an unnamed minor moon of Jupiter that George H. W. Bush took his bride from Greenwich, CT to live on and raise a family. And it will dwarf the field off Guyana. It is now 10 times the size of the Guyana field. 10 times. Times 10

Burning books is a no-no, except when they offend modern American Liberals. Now the POO – Perpetually Outraged and Offended – are sending their snowflake balistas at “To Kill a Mockingbird” and “Baby, It’s Cold Outside”. Surprise me for Christmas and try to get me a copy – samizdat if need be – of “Sexual Suicide” by George Gilder. Maybe some tickets for the next Charles Murray lecture, the one with a Seal Team 6 escort that will prevent him from being stoned by Jack-booted, Brown-shirted thugs acting in the Name of free speech for me but not for thee. Nota bene Orwell! “All speech is free but some speech isn’t as free as others.”

“Peak oil” and “we’re running out of fossil fuels” are currently being fitted for shrouds, shrouds like the ones the Hindu widows wore when were tied, trussed, trundled, and tossed onto the funeral pyre, burning of course, burning, the dearly departed Mr. Gupta. They will be consigned to obscurant dictionaries and journals of forgotten words. The late Shah of Iran, “our son of a bitch”, always said that Americas knew 2 things about oil: the price of gasoline and the price of heating oil, forgetting the other 10,000 uses of petroleum. And, by the way, it is past time to 86 the term “fossil fuels”. Michael Crichton cubed exponentially could not have conjured up enough dead dinosaurs and ferns to have powered a week of the Industrial Revolution. Stalin was right. Oil and gas did not come from dying T-Rexes and mulching crab grass.  

In 1978 I looked at a deal to drill below the Austin Chalk. I passed, not because I was risk adverse – Back then I played Russian Roulette with one empty chamber – but because the deal was too one-sided in favor of the driller who was also the lease hound. After offering me the sleeves off his vest, he was miffed that I didn’t jump at it. “Things have a way of coming around” as Charles Bronson said in “Hard Times”. It will be the next big play, and when I say big it is an understatement because it is 250 miles long, 100 miles wide and 2 to 3 miles deep. 

The Marcellus, the Bakken, the Andarko, the Overthust, the Eagle Ford, not exactly names from Agincourt, but hydrocarbon zones that are completely within the borders of the United States and, as such not subject to the whims of women-stoning zealots who don’t like cartoons of their Mo or the Paris Climate Accord. [[I choose not to mention the Utica because it is mostly in New York state, a state that is governed by a cabeza de ca-ca Governor and represented in Congress by Chiquita Ocasio-Cortez who want to do away with tuition at the Electoral College and who thinks that Roe and Wade are how Mexicans get to this country. Plus, Barry O, who told us 9 years ago that he would calm the seas and cool the earth while he searched for the elusive Austria/English dictionary in the newly discovered 8 states, also said that ‘we didn’t build that” and then drew a red line in the sand to stress his point. “I tremble when I remember that God is just.” And does anyone wonder why Ayn Rand books still sell]

A month ago, I asked if anyone could define the following sentence. “Diversity is our strength.” I’m still waiting.

“Property and Freedom” by Richard Pipes is an astonishing book. It shows how they are intertwined and speak truth to power and how you cannot diminish one without diminishing the other. Word comes from South Africa where 350 years ago the first bi-pods – homus erectus - for 1200 miles from what became Cape Town were White and from Northwestern Europe that Marshall Nookyfugowi, the HNIC, has introduced an amendment hat says it is OK for Black folk to take land from White folk without paying them anything. Bow your heads when you read the last 12 words of the 5^th Amendment: “nor shall private property be taken for public use without just compensation”. As one of the King George’s said to Gibbon, the Historian, “Word, words, words.”  

Linda Sansour, the strident Sharia law shill, is the vilest, most bigoted woman in the public arena. Unlike Maxine Waters, a grifter who mastered the “Five Finger Discount” before she got to Congress, she cannot claim “diminished capacity” – How about Maxine is dumber than a box of hammers and would have to cheat to tell you what color an orange is? – this Islamic cross between a banshee and a Hecate is smart enough to convince a lot pf modern American Liberals that when she yells “Death to the Jews” she doesn’t mean the good ones, Jews like Noam Chomsky, but the bad stiff-necked ones like Meir Kahane and Menachem Begin. G-d knows but nobody liked them anyway..[When Kahane up showed one Sunday on the steps of Saint Patrick’s Cathedral, the big one, the one on 5^th Avenue in Manhattan, to prevent feral Black thugs form disrupting services, because he knew that, after the Catholic church, they would head to the shuls, he earned an eternal and perpetually renewable plenary indulgence from the semi-retired Roman Catholic .I state so that the record is clear that this rarely extended ex cathedra mitzvah is indeed freely given to a true Son of the Desert.]

Has anyone seen any Solyndra stuff at any house sales? Grab it.

What the Hell is going on in Paris? Weren’t we supposed to learn from the Froggies? It seems that they don’t want to pay taxes either. It seems that given a choice between saving the planet and maybe getting a bottle of Grand Cru well, the drowning polar bears are on their own. Trump was right to pull us out of the Paris Climate Accord. He was so right that the Parisians want out of it also. It fell to me, after I got here, to debunk the Cinco de Mayo myth. Yes, yes it was the first time that brown-skinned Americanos beat a European army in battle. If the  

Tickets to the Bill & Hillary Farewell tour, the one that will both either cause and/or cure diarrhea and/or both, will make fine stocking stuffers, no? If the meztisos, the ones without the pencil-thin mustache to prove that they were White, had beaten the English or the Germans, I would lead the oles. They beat the French. It’s like striking out the pitcher or getting a leg over on your wife. It counts in the record book but not really. Witness the sons of Evita versus the Brits 36 years ago. It is well to note that when the Americans went into Iraq in 2003, General Schwarznegger had Her Majesty’s regulars on his right.

Kevin Smith

WARRIORBARDIT@BELLSOUTH.NET

PS – On Saturday, I was privileged to have breakfast with 2 Marine Aviators, one of whom flew in WW2 and Korea, both of whom “saw the elephant”, as their Distinguished Flying Crosses will attest. At the very least, they have “grown old”. God Bless them and thank them.  “Where do we find such men?”

When the East Texas field came in the early ‘30s oil fell to a dime a barrel. 10 cents. It turns out that we have drilled our way to energy independence.

December 5, 2018 $2.29 a gallon for regular unleaded.

December 5, 2018

$2.29 a gallon for regular unleaded. “You didn’t do that.” I did, sort of. If Bullshit Barack can claim credit for the United States of America, not Mexico, being the top dog in hydrocarbon production in the whole, entire world well…screw him ‘cuz I was there first.

I fracked my first well in 1974 in Duval County, Texas. [In addition to that significant achievement, Duval county is where Honest Abe Fortas “found” the votes, and would you believe that they were in alphabetical order, that sent “Landslide Lyndon” to the Senate and then to the White House and then to the Vietnam Wall, the one with 59,319 names of Americans killed there on it.] I also had significant production in the Permian Basin, sometimes as much as 500 barrels a month. That, plus the wells in Ohio and Wyoming, the coal mines in Kentucky and West Virginia, signaled a well-earned “thumbs up” and “not bad” for a guy from Bayonne, NJ.

When I started oil was $2.75 a barrel.

If “Ca-Ca for Brains” Obama, a modern American Liberal Luddite & Lysenkoite, can claim credit for ham-stringing OPEC then I can claim credit for the Nazis getting a Texas-sized ass whupping at Kursk in 1943 because that was the year I was born. Also, I claim credit for Marist beating Bayonne on Thanksgiving, 1965 because that was the year my son Sean was born.

The above is what happens when you ignore the legacy that was shaped, fought over, fought for, and handed down to us by a variety of DWEMs – Dead White European Males – in the form of the Trivium, the capstone of which is Logic.

Only someone with his head so far up his ass that he could pull his own eye-teeth from inside could confusingly conflate correlation with causation. Also, the perpetual error of constructing universals from particulars and hoping no one notices is noted.

What a putz! Is that racist?

Meanwhile, speaking of Presidents….

The youngest Naval Aviator ever.

118 carrier take-offs

58 combat missions

116 carrier landings

Varsity letter winner

Husband

Father 

Congressman

Ambassador to China

Head spook

Grandfather

Vice President

President

Great Grandfather

Damned impressive resume, right?

The most impressive part of his CV, the one that is glossed over, is that he got his wife, also a child of wealth and privilege, to move to Midland, Texas and raise a family there. And, he got her to move from Greenwich, Connecticut. I’ve been to both. “Friday Night Lights”, a Midland/Odessa phenomenon, exists only in the abstract in Greenwich.

For that alone he has earned his F-18 flyover.

Kevin Smith

WARRIORBARDIT@BELLSOUTH.NET

PS – It is owed to the ledger to note that the basest, vilest canard that has followed Biush41 for 30 years still has legs. Willi Horton was a convicted rapist and murderer who was imprisoned in Massachusetts. When Michael Dukakis was Governor Horton was granted a weekend furlough. He went to Maryland where, surprise, he raped and murdered again. Some family members went to Massachusetts to ask Governor Wee Mikey what the Hell happened. He refused to meet with them. Did I mention that Horton, the rapist/murderer, convicted in 2 states, was Black? Somehow the above narrative became an example of racist Republican politics hatched by the notorious hit man Lee Atwater. True enough, but the story was told before Bush told it. I heard it during the New York primary in April/May, 1988. It was told over and over and over by Senator Albert Arnold Gore, Jr. in his effort to win the primary election. It must be noted that this is the same Gore, also a child of wealth and privilege who was raised in the Shoreham Hotel by white gloved Black men attendant to his quotidian needs, who gave us 10 years to live 30 years ago. 20 years ago, he gave us 10 years to live.10 years ago he gave us an additional 10 years. 9 years ago, we were told that the world would be cooled and the seas calmed. Maybe that’s what keeping us going. Thanks for that Alpha Gump and also for the thrilling saga of Willie Horton.

When was the last time you heard the term “Peak Oil”? It was used by moronic nit-wits, people who are troubled by progress and human advancement to say that our way of life is doomed because we are running out of oil, gas, out of everything that makes life better. The argument about the glass is half filled or half empty forgets that he glass can be refilled. The Untied States is now the biggest producer of oil and gas in the world. Fracking and slant drilling, uniquely American things, are responsible. In addition, Exxon, now  a Texas-based energy company with its roots in New Jersey, a company that employed my grandfather and father, announced yesterday that its discovery field off the coast of Guyana now has recoverable reserves in excess of five billion barrels of oil. That’s 5,000,000,000. Production of 750,000 barrels per day is expected to begin in less than 2 years. Nature and Nature’s God have a way of rewarding human aspiration and achievement with accomplishments that are still incomprehensible to modern American Liberal professional Jeremiad trollers. When my children were in Saint Cloud Grammar School in West Orange, NJ they would come home with notes from school importuning us to conserve energy, to keep the house cool in the winter and warm in the summer. Also, gas guzzlers were to be shunned if not banned. I told them, gently, that since their father was always a net producer of energy, that is to say that it was impossible for me to use more energy than I produced, it was OK for me to be able to hang meat in the library, and yes, I built one, in August and raise orchards in the dining room in January. And the 12-cylinder Jaguar E-type 2+2 that I got their Mom one Mother’s Day fit nicely into the envelope of conspicuous consumption but gave surprisingly good gas mileage.

Late breaking news! The Jersey Journal has an obituary listing today for Kevin Smith. I agree with Mark Twain: “Reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated”