Not "A Good Day"

Michelle Malkin blogged today, that it was "a good day for conservatism". She was right. Conservatives everywhere should be dancing in the steet. In the great "Us versus Them" war, the conservatives get to make another chaulk mark next to their name.

Yeah! That showed 'em! We'll teach those twinkle-toed, knee-jerk, lefty pooftahs!

This is what this country had degenerated into? Congratulations to the "Leadership" of the United States Of America. Wait...Something doesn't quite sound right, here. United...States...of....That's it. Anybody wanna tell me, exactly where this country is united?..On what front?

(Enter Richard Dawson's Voice)

Richard Dawson: We asked the political parties in this country, "On which fronts are the Republicans and Democrats united?


Contestant: The War on Terror?

Richard Dawson: "SURVEY SAYYYYS!!!"

BLONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNK!!!

Contestant: The Economy

Richard Dawson: SURVEY SAYYYS!!!

BLONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNK!!!

Right now the political parties in this country can't agree on what to order for lunch. My question is this: Has anyone bothered to ask the American people what they wanted? The answer to that is a resounding, "Hell No!"

See, our Congressmen and Senators are under the imression that their job is to decide what is in the best interest of their constituents. I, very well could be wrong. But, I have always been under the impression that it is the job of our elected officials to vote on things according to the WILL OF THIER CONSTITUENTS. I know for a fact that my particular represenative in Congress, Mr. Mike Rogers, has NEVER BOTHERED HIMSELF with finding out what his constituents' will for him is. The way I see it, a leader that acts without the consent of the population or against the will of the population, is nothing more than a dictator. The way things look to me right now, America is a nation ruled by just over 500 little dictators. I realize that sounds a little extreme. These are extreme times. I truly believe that the "leadership" of this nation has lost touch with the ideals that founded this great nation.

At this point is this World's history, mankind is fighting for it's very survival. Every major Empire that ruled throughout history, eventually grew so big that it crumpled in on itself. Whenever the people stopped trying to better themselves and began to pleasure themselves they were inevitably overrun. I fear that this Great Nation that is the Untited States Of America, is setting itself up for the "Big Crumple" in more ways than one. I fear that we, as a nation, have lost our heading. We've become too self-involved as individuals, that we have forgotten what it means to be a good citizen. There is a time to reap the benefits of prosperity but something of value must be sewn, first. And what, exactly, are our values? That's a good question. I know what they used to be.

Here is an excerpt from an email I recieved this week. It was from my older brother regarding something discussed on Redneck Radio News this past weekend. I think he says it more eloquently than I.

No school of political thought will successfully govern without acknowledging virtue, and abiding by those precepts in public and private. The last two administrations are a shocking attribution of that previous statement. It's also obvious that America is divided on what constitutes virtue. Bill Clinton's infidelity was contrary to the virtues of Honesty, Integrity, and Loyalty. But many Americans find it easy to excuse. George Bush's policy of detaining suspected terrorists without probable cause, and attempts to hide it, violate the virtues of Justice, Honesty, Integrity, and Temperance. A good many Americans find that easy to excuse as well. Neither administration has any shame for doing what they have done. Their lack of a sense of virtue, or religious faith will allow them to be justified in their actions. This is wrong, this has to stop and it has to stop now.

Virtues must be seen as non-negotiable. Living publicly and privately by these virtues has to be seen to have value. There can be no relative value systems. All virtues have to be seen as having equal value. They must be taught, and must be established in the rule of law. No religion, or law can excuse them either. No judge, legislator, soldier, or executive can be seen as being above them. Until this happens, our country will continue to languish in mediocrity, and we will destroy what we have sought so hard to protect.

I bid you Peace.

MeRoll

Bad Card

Okay, Meroll. We got it...You're diggin' some Bob Marley, these days. But wait...There's more to it than that. Lemme 'splain:

In poker, the "bad card" happens when a person has hidden an "Ace" up their sleeve and when the cards are laid on the table, it is revealed that there is one too many "Aces", thus the cheater has drawn a "bad card". When Bob Marley wrote the song "Bad Card", it was directed to the politicians who were busy jockeying for their own personal advancement while cheating the people out of their basic human rights. After the attempt on his life, that song was his way of letting the politicians and their thugs know that if they kept trying to use him, he would show the world the "bad cards" that they were holding.

Now, I went through all of that to make THIS point:

Attention Washington, D.C.: Thanks to the Internet and Free Speech and a brand new Freedom Of Information Act, you've got more eyes on you than a hooker in a Preacher's Convention. If I may quote my Grandmother; " Y'all better straighten up and fly right." This country has built up a nasty case of hemorrhoids and your days of treating this country like a pretty boy in prison are over! We're watching you.

Baddog Not A Redneck?!?

I wasn't gonna blog about this but I can hold it in no longer. Two nights ago, during a broadcast of The Doghouse With Baddog, it was revealed that he (Baddog, himself) had never seen, much less sat through an entire NASCAR race. What??? Really??? A founding member of the Redneck Radio Network has never even sat through much less been to a Nascar race? Well, Friends, what are we to do? We can't have somebody runnin' around claimin' Redneck Status that ain't rightfully theirs? Don't get me wrong. I have much love for my "Non-Redneck", Carpet-bagger brethren. And We ( The other RRN founders and listeners) don't aim to bring shame and degredation to my brother, Baddog. On the contrary, we. want to help the man. If that had come out at the wrong moment (i.e. like AT a NASCAR event); "Hey this is my first time at a real race! Neato!!", he would be promptly taken out back where he would be skinned, gutted and mounted and not necessarily in that order; Just for merely perpetrating the act of "Impersonating a Redneck". That there is frowned upon, greatly in the community. You can't just go claimin', "Hey look at me, I'm a redneck! Hyuk hyuk!!" It ain't even that kind of party. You can believe me when I say that there ain't too many, what you might call, "requirements" to bein' a redneck but watchin' a race at least ONCE is definitely a requirement by anyone's standards. Personally, I'd hate to see a man demoted to "Carpet-bagger" status for this one infraction. However, the sheer weight of this one infraction is such that it requires immediate attention.

So what're we gonna do about this? Well, first of all, we've assigned homework. For starters, he's got to watch genuine NASCAR racin' movies, like say, Six Pack with Kenny Rogers, or Stroker Ace with Burt Reynolds. And no, Days of Thunder is RIGHT OUT!!! No self-respectin' redneck that I know, would ever agree that Tom Cruise ever did a decent "Racin' Movie". Nope...His mouth is wayyyy too purty. Also, The Daytona 500 is comin' up in February. One way or the other Baddog is going to be required to sit through the entire broadcast, be it on television or MRN. Otherwise, we will have no choice but to report this violation to the proper athorities, as soon as we figure out who they are.

Be sure to tune into The Doghouse With Baddog to follow up on this sortid tale. We're on Monday through Friday 7 PM Eastern / 4 PM Pacific on Ustream.tv. Be sure to go here and bookmark the show.

Fear not. We're here for ya, Baddog!

Do Yourself A Favor... Catch A Fire

I don't usually do "Reviews", as such. There are times, however, when I come across something too incredible to NOT share. This is such a time. Recently, my elder sibling gave me a copy of "Catch a Fire the Bob Marley Story" . Of course, I had listened to some of Bob Marley's music. You can't smoke ganja and NOT have listened to SOMETHING Bob Marley and the Wailers recorded. I did not, as it turned out, know very much about the man, his life or apparently, his music. I'm just like any other white guy in America. I always viewed the Wailers' music as "something groovy to smoke to".

Along comes "Catch a Fire".

I went into this book knowing it was gonna at least be worth the reading. Little did I know, it would serve to re-enforce a belief that I've held my whole life; The belief that ONE MAN CAN CHANGE THE WAY THE WORLD TURNS. Let me stop here to say this: I DO NOT PUT ANY MAN ON ANY PEDESTAL. However, after reading this book, I now know in my soul that it is more than possible for one human, regardless of social stature, to impact the world so greatly, that the World will have no choice but to "change" it's way of thinking. I realize this sounds a bit "idealistic". I also realize that being labeled as an "idealogue" is taboo at this point in history. If you're one of those that subscribe to that line of thinking, I advise you to save yourself some anger and stop reading here. You won't "get it" anyway. Okay...Back to Catch a Fire.

The book itself, was written by the late Timothy White. Mr. White was one of the first writers in America to follow Bob Marley's career from it's early days, all the way up to his untimely death of Cancer in 1981. Catch a Fire begins with a background on Jamaica itself. It's people's history, their leaders like Marcus Garvey and the influence of the country of Ethiopia as well as Africa as a whole. Early on, you get a sense of the impact that Ethiopia's Emperor Haile Selassie I, had on the small island of Jamaica; How and where the Rastafarians came into being. (Ras Tafari translates to Prince Tafari. Emperor Haile Selassie's given name was Tafari Makonnen)

When you finally get into Bob's life, you're taken on an amazing journey. The author gets you into Bob Marley's head from a very early age. You get a chance to see where his music came from. The progression from "Rock Steady" to "Ska" to the birth of Reggae, itself. You'll see just how instrumental Bob Marley really was in bringing Reggae music into the living rooms of White America.

Not only is Catch a Fire the story behind the music of Bob Marley and the Wailers, it's also a love story (several actually). It's a story of childhood friendships that carry over into manhood. A look into the very depths of a man's spiritual journey.

I know what you're thinkin'. This is some pretty deep shit for a redneck, huh? Well, yeah....I guess it is. But I'll tell you one thing; Not since Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, has a book impacted my view of people and society. In the book, I watched a man with one single thought in mind; Make the World better. A man with millions of dollars, made honestly with music, giving at least half of it away to people who needed it more than he. His own accountant said that it would be safe to say, Bob Marley took care of well over 4,000 people on a daily basis. Instead of buying expensive cars and mansions and yacts, he fed the poor. With all the political violence going on right in his own city of Kingston, he would take over as the "father figure" by providing for the victims of said violence. He never told anybody he was doing it. It was just something that the people of Jamaica knew.

That kind of information wasn't getting to Europe or America. The image we got was that of a wild haired, ganja smokin', nonsense talkin' (the Jamaican patois can be hard to understand, at times) little man that worshipped some dead Ethiopian King. I find that to be a damned shame, too. You see, I've never actually bothered to try to understand the lyrics of any Reggae song. I knew that Jah was their name for God. (being a shortened version of Jehova) I knew that I heard Jah in a lot of songs. I really had no idea that Reggae music was so spiritual. I'm still not so sure I can't quite get a grasp on the whole worship of Haile Selassie, either. I got the whole Jesus was a black mon, thing. Hair of wool, olive skin, I got that, too. But I'm not quite so sure that Mr. Selassie was the King of Kings and Lord of Lords in anything other than an honorific title. But then again, people say the same thing about Jesus Christ, himself.

Regardless of all that, Bob Marley truly epitomizes walking the walk. He lived his lyrics BEFORE he wrote them. His only desire, to make life better for not just his own people, but everyone who's had to struggle to survive in a world filled with spiritual and material corruption. His struggle to remind the World that God hadn't forgotten them. He showed the World that indeed, one man can make a difference. That's not just cliche'.

Tell ya what, go to youtube and find some Bob Marley. Find the lyrics. READ the lyrics. They're not so hard to decipher.

But Ultimately, READ CATCH A FIRE.
Make your own world better. Walk the Walk.
And above all....Go With God.

Selah,

A Cake That'll Make You Slap Somebody

2 16oz containers of sour cream
2 cups of sugar
2 packages of coconut
1 (Your Choice) Butter Recipe cake mix


Mix cake mix and bake cake....let cool for 30 minutes.
Mix together rest of ingredients and refrigerate until use.
When cake is cooled, cut cake in half, lengthwise, so that you actually have four layers of cake.
Spread Icing.


When finished, eat slice, then immediately thank God Almighty, Himself for allowing you the privilege to eat this little slice of heaven.

You're Kidding, Right?????

Yesterday, I awoke to the likes of Westboro Baptist Church telling me that Good Ol' Santy Clause was gonna take me to hell. THAT was an eye-opener. This morning, I crank up my daily dose of Drudge and what to my wondering eyes should appear??? Another article about Congress raping my rear. Check THIS out.

That's right, Folks. Congress has voted themselves another raise. Not just a raise but a $4,700.00 per year raise. With more than two million people having lost their jobs due to what can only be described as "Congressional fuck-ups and miscues, those rotten, filthy, slimey, greed-head, goat rapists have the audacity to give themselves more money. Well....We can't blame them, really. Bribes cost money. Private School tuitions cost money. Whores and mistresses cost money. We, as taxpayers, need to understand the expenses involved with being a member (member is an appropriate word, here) of Congress....Yeah....Riiiiiight.

Really??? You guys really think you're entitled to a raise? You really feel like you've all done such a good job with things that you should now be able to reap your rewards? With an 18% approval rating???

Hey Buster, let me go ahead and say this now. I, as one of your employers, am NOT ANYWHERE NEAR satisfied with your job performance. As a matter of fact, I think you should all take a pay cut down to sayyyyyy, ONE DOLLAR PER YEAR.....At least until the economy is back on track. Add up the combined yearly salaries of Congress and Senate and apply that to the "Bailouts". After all, isn't it YOUR "patriotic duty" to come to the aide of YOUR Country?

Just when I thought they couldn't shock me, too.

Merry Christmas?

I will begin this with: I am a Christian and I hold Christian beliefs. I'm not any particular "Brand" of Christian, in that I don't subscribe to any one particular doctrine. I don't think the Catholics have any more insight into my immortal soul than the Baptists. Also, for the record, I was brought up in a Baptist church.

I wanted to lead off with those statements to re-enforce THIS statement: THESE PEOPLE DO NOT REPRESENT CHRISTIANS, ANYWHERE!!






Meet the Westboro Baptist Church. I'm sure everyone has heard of these people and their antics. They're the ones that like to go to the funerals of Fallen Soldiers and protest. They hold signs that berate homosexuals with threats of fire and brimstone. Some of their signs tell everyone that the soldier being buried was actually killed by God out of anger over two guys bangin each other in a bathroom.

Ya know, you don't have to be a Christian to see how terribly fucked up their logic is. Hell, I'd be willing to bet that even some atheists would be willing to concede that those people are fucked up four ways from Sunday.

And, just when you thought they couldn't top their last "Festival of Stupidity", out comes "Santa Clause will take you to hell". Come on, man. You bastards have to pick on Santy Clause, too? I noticed on one of the signs, a pictogram of two stick figures cornholin' in the corner. What the hell does that have to do with Christmas? I mean, really....

I get that the world is fucked up like one big ol' soup sandwich. I get that people everywhere are living selfish, debauched lifestyles. I get that corporate greed is going to be one of the downfalls of civilazation, as we know it. And, I even get that God is probably more than a little pissed at his children. But, I like to think that good ol' Santy Clause is like, one of the last GOOD things left on this Earth. Christmas is the one time of year when people , in their own convoluted way, tend to stop thinking of themselves and genuinely try to do some good. Believe it or not, some people still celebrate the day as the birth of Jesus Christ. And, even if they dont celebrate it for that, it's still looked at as a Season For GIVING. To say that "God hates Christmas" is not only stupid, it's disrespectful.

It's true that Christians are their own worst enemy, sometimes. However, THESE PEOPLE DO NOT REPRESENT CHRISTIANITY ANY MORE THAN MUSLIMS REPRESENT TERRORISM. There are idiots everywhere. Please don't judge us by our worst examples.

Thank you Ester Goldberg, for bringing this story to the world. If you haven't read Views From Abroad, you're cheating yourself. Be sure to check it out and tell her, "that hateful ol' Meroll" sent you.

I Bid You Peace.