When Paula the Polar Bear Bites...

Amazing. Statists have been mouthing their own BS for so long, they are surprised when:

Folks are telling Statists to go screw themselves and get their hands out of their pockets and off their freedom, when the dumbasses get into OPS (Other People's Space).

Mess with an animals' home and what do you expect? Warm greetings? Then you're really stupid and deserve the removal of several of your limb's at the animal's convenience. Go ahead. Disagree. Would Paula the Polar Bear invite you into her lair for tea and for a nice discussion about how she should feed and raise her young? And what part of her stuff you should confiscate for the benefit of bears in Mozambique?

You know what's cool? Not too many year's ago it seemed no one cared about questions such as these. They were happy sheep, blissfully being shorn on April 15 and the remainder of the year's days, as long as they could watch American Idol on their flatscreen TV. I guess the intruders have gotten a tad unsubtle, and the sheeples are not only restless, some are actually biting the hands that steal from them.

Meanwhile, Statists are blaming the rejection of their benevolent tyranny on Homer Simpson stupidity. The reality is, the sheeples WERE painfully stupid, going for years not paying attention to being robbed blind of their treasure and freedom. Grindingly stupid. But, despite the desperate efforts of media, academia and DC to obfuscate the direction they want to take us, the Sheeples have been aroused. The proverbial cooker of the frog in the water on the stove has gotten predictably greedy. The burner has been turned from medium to high, and, woops, froggy has jumped out!! :)

I'm entertaining a 'premonition.' Remember how the media generally overestimate the election results in favor of their Statist shepherds? (Could it be to keep the money flowing in from their ignorant sycophants?) And how, there's usually confounding 'surprise' results, much like the ones economic witch doctors experience predicting economic trends on a weekly basis? And how 'bout those forecasters of weather 50 years from now? (Sorry, couldn't help myself)...

If you were there, then perhaps one of your favorite memories is the night of the Presidential election of 1980, when this primitive cowboy turned the election maps red, and the stomachs of the 'experts' everywhere. Until they could formulate a reason for the surprise that didn't reflect on their own phoniness or incompetence (you pick).



November could be fun. Will be fun. 'Surprises' could happen again---on YOUR flat screen.

Just sayin'.