Posted on 01/25/2011 7:15:30 AM PST by Starman417
...During the late 70's there was a character on the backside [horsetrack] that never seemed to work, but made a decent living bumming meals. He always caught a ride to the next track and slept where ever he found a decent bed. Among those who knew him, he was a quite a guy and always good for a few laughs, especially on the weekends, when the city rubes were touring the backside. He was a bully, that can't be denied, if he saw a weakness, he would attack with unholy terror and cause big men to scream like little girls while running away with their hands high in the air and wetting their britches. No one knew his real name, we just called him Oscar.
Oscar was fearless and lived by his wits among hard people; you see, Oscar was a Leghorn rooster. How or why he ended up on the race track will always be shrouded in mystery, but one thing that isn't a mystery is that he had an uncanny ability to spot people who had an unnatural fear of chickens.
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Oscar managed to live out his life in a much different style than the meat chickens on my ranch; he had that spark of intelligence that allowed him to detect weakness in otherwise bold strong men, with a brain that was smaller than a BB, from 50 yards away.
It was hilarious, he would spot a victim within a group of men wearing city clothes walking between two barns and all of a sudden his head would drop down low and he would spread his wings out to the side and commence a high speed run straight for his intended victim, like a horseman of the apocalypse. Within a few seconds, the victim would spot the maniacal chicken headed straight for him and throw up his hands in stark terror, and turn to run. Sometimes the victim's trainer tried to protect his check writer from this feathered beast from Hell, they usually grabbed a broom to chase the chicken. Needless to say, it turned into a comedy that could never be written or staged, every incident was different and many trainers swore they were going to kill that damn bird, but Oscar lived a long and comical life. While we diabolical race trackers enjoyed our live action and chase scenes every weekend.
These days, old Oscar has been replaced with an army of Oscars; instead of white feathers, they wear suits and fancy dresses. In our last presidential election they chose the Republican nominee, a unique accomplishment for doltish bird brains, but when their candidate chose Sara Palin as a running mate, they put their heads down and spread their wings. They knew that she was fearless, but they also knew the Republicans were easy to manipulate; after all, they chose the Republican candidate, a salvage candidate that could carry on with a Liberal agenda, just in case their Progressive Socialist faltered in the campaign. Oh, and how well we fell for the ferocity of the chickens; so much so, we are still reeling and sorting out the facts, in the aftermath. The woman who spoke with a country accent and was supposedly too stupid to be elected was accused of every disingenuous and mean thing the MSM could come up with; consequently, we now live with a Secretary of State who screeches like the fishermen's wives of a seaside market when she is excited and makes a fool of herself at nearly every opportunity, a vice president who seems to be promoting a clown troupe, and a president who was vaunted to be the most intelligent man to ever hold office, yet we are still waiting, waiting ever so patiently, for any indication of this brilliance. Actually, within his own field, supposedly of law, Obama seems to be the least prepared for the presidency, his gaffs concerning law are legend, his knowledge of geography is comparable to a junior high school student's, his historical knowledge seems non-existent, his speech off the teleprompter is aimless and disconnected and with his teleprompter speeches, his delivery often suggests a complete disconnect with his audience. After two years, we are still waiting for the brilliance to shine through.
Instead we hear the diplomacy of a street thug: “They Bring a Knife…We Bring a Gun”; “Get in Their Faces!”;“I don’t want to quell anger"; "I think people are right to be angry! I’m angry!”; “Hit Back Twice As Hard”; “We talk to these folks… so I know whose ass to kick!"; "Republican victory would mean hand to hand combat”; “It’s time to Fight for it”; “Punish your enemies(political)”; and the oh so tough, imitation of a Chicago street thug, “I’m itching for a fight.”
Yes, I can see why a country would be afraid of a genteel grandmother, who saves the threats for the enemies of America rather than the political opposition who opposes Socialism. Because so many Americans listened and still listen to the harpies spouting their venom and lies, we will be subjected to this immature, crude, and vulgar vindictive from the want to be street thug Obama. The professor who wasn't really a professor, merely a guest lecturer, awaiting political placement by the Chicago Machine and a wife who was a "diversity coordinator" for $300,000 a year at a hospital, working a job that didn't exist before and doesn't exist now, while the hospital collected huge sums money from the state of Illinois, while her husband was in the state legislature. We traded these two for Palin and her country accent: two people who had jobs that weren't really jobs at all, for someone who wasn't hiding behind the curtains and had a real job in politics and whose grades and past were open to the most intense Democrat and MSM scrutiny.
(Excerpt) Read more at floppingaces.net...
Of course they have already settled on McRomney as the designated loser in 12.
The only difference in a Republican and a Democrat elitist
is the clubs that they belong to.
So many words, so little brain power. Rehash, rehash, rehash.
Already happening. Really I dont see how we are heard.
Just a quick note about confidence.
If confidence is the hard-earned product of putting forth the very best and honest effort a person can OR if confidence is the result of a strong relationship with God...it can be a wonderful thing.
However, as we have learned with Obama, if confidence is nothing more that arrogance and empty pride and baseless narcissism, it is all form and no substance.
Remember what Aunty Entity told Mad Max about Bartertown...
"One day, cock of the walk. Next, a feather duster."
LLS
As the saying goes “it doesn’t matter if the cat is white or black” In this case a liberal is a liberal it doesn’t matter what party they belong to.
I too will not vote for Romney or a Democrat. I’ll probably write in Palin.
We are 100% in agreement!
LLS
If you want to participate in selecting the nominee, be a Republican PCO in your legislative district. Because that is where it all starts. There are no more “smoke-filled rooms” where the “elites” nominate someone.
In Washington State, the PCOs - the ELECTED (and sometimes appointed) workhorses of the party - caucus. Then they vote on who they want to see on the Presidential ticket. Eventually, each state sends delegates to the national convention where the results of the PCO votes are cast in favor of the majority-elected candidate.
That’s really how it works as far as I know. This is how John McCain was elected (not selected) to be the Republican nominee in Washington State in 2008. Personally, I was not happy with the choice. But my fellow Republican PCOs across the country saw it differently than I did. And that, my friend, is the way it really works. So become a PCO and be involved in the process. Because if you do not, you do not really have a voice.
Nice - essentially a vote for the Democrats. Not a wise move to vote for someone who might not have a chance to be elected.
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