Absurd Spices

Fun and frustration from a gimp with an axe to grind. After all, absurdity is the spice of life. There will also be Punch and Pie

Thursday, August 30, 2007

Ronin Round-Up Postponed... Indefinitely

The attempt to gather Ronin has been canceled until further notice. Due to my deplorable lack of a calendar, I scheduled for the Labor Day weekend. Also, due to deplorable lack of enthusiasm outside myself, there would be no one there. I'll be taking suggestions for a possible future date though.

Everyone have a labor free Labor Day.


Monday, August 20, 2007

Shadows Of The Empire

It is no secret that we have recently had quite the hullabaloo of late over the rather large amounts of tainted products wending their poisoned way into the US from points overseas. The main dealers of death and ill-health are the products manufactured or produced in China. The manufacture of toys has long been an overseas affair. So much so that we have taken it as an out of hand arrangement and give it no second though. Yet there is another item upon which we depend that we are bringing in from the outside. And, any American may be scratching their heads in consternation as to why and why from there. I speak of food. We are importing large amounts of food from this nation and others whom have never made it a secret that they are not fond of us or our way of life. They are, instead enamored of the cash to which we bring them. And they have built up quite a stockpile of their own.

I may be missing something here, but it is understood that we are a massive nation. We have a Midwest filled with hundreds upon thousands of miles of fertile fields for the growth of vegetables, grains, beans, etc. We have coasts that lay upon two oceans and numerous bays and gulfs. Are we lacking in seafood or in those other foodstuffs upon which we rely for our nourishment? It seems that we may. Sadly so, we have conditioned the American farmer to survive on Government subsidies to not produce rather than the product of his sweat and toil brought up from the Earth. Thus, we have been increasing our desire and need to procure the cheapest of produce from nations hostile, if not openly, to our interests and survival. This also applies to the baubles we use to surround ourselves. These are the diversions of Consumer Electronics, our clothing and our creature comforts. And we are not the first super power to have done so.

I speak of the Roman Empire. The Empire was agreeably one of the largest and most powerful nations of the ancient world. It was flung s far as the British Isles and stretched into Egypt. So varied were the locales in which they had left their footprint and their presence that numerous goods never before available were brought into and relied upon as had never been seen. It became common to assume this supply would always be there and for prices seen nowhere else outside the bounds of the Empire. This caused them to be increasingly, and in the end, totally reliant upon their charges for their very sustenance; for the very items they bought and sold as their livelihoods. This is where they stretched beyond their ability to feed their very own. Additionally, their bits and baubles were shipped from far and wide for the enrichment and entertainment of Patrician and Plebe alike.

And still, we find that there are contrasts here. The Roman Empire subjugated and made their own the lands from whence their commerce and agriculture came. We cannot speak so. We have many a nation upon which we have made ourselves dependant for our survival. Yet we find we do not have military power and control of these outposts. We rely on the benevolence of nations which are far from benevolent. In further contrast, we have the full capability to produce almost all these thing we rely upon out of our own lands and industries. However, it appears that we have lost the will to do this very thing. Or, we have been denied the right, at least agriculturally, by the Patricians of our Modern Age.

We know that the end of the aforementioned Empire was brought about by the laziness and corruption of the Patrician leaders and the willful distraction of the Plebes. This distraction held before them by the Patricians seeking to keep the mob from tearing them limb-from-limb were they to see the real danger the Empire had been placed in. Even a simple baker, were he not distracted, would have seen that it is best to grow your own grain, to mill it, and then to bake and sell the end result. In our present Nation, we find the Patricians are not the Conservatives, as the media may seek to misinform, but from the so-called Progressives who wish to surrender our sovereignty with a wink and a smile. At our roots, the Conservatives wish to keep labor and production upon our shores, but have been thwarted by the Labor Union lapdogs of the Left. The Plebes find their Circuses in our Reality Shows, vapid entertainment, and the pabulum fed to them by an ever veiled and deceiving media. Their Bread comes in the form of mandatory minimum wage laws, welfare, and the hollow and distracting promises of more to come.

The Empire was destroyed by barbarians from without and corruption within. And in this, there is no contrast. We find that even at this moment, the barbarians of our downfall come not on longboat and horse, but on the cargo ships, the boxcar and semi trailer. Steadily they pour in to our nation to bring down our populace with a taint upon our sustenance and the financial ruin of our companies. The very lifeblood of our economy I threatened as they hemorrhage cash due to, dare I say planned, negligence on the part of their foreign manufacturers. Our strength for the new day, for industry, sapped by illness due to the tainted food we have consumed. The recall of Chinese foodstuffs and the recall of shoddily, poisoned products from the same nation are seeking to tear us apart from within and without. And what other time bombs; what hidden hordes of destruction do are we in peril of from the myriad hostile nations to whom we have surrendered our means of continuing on? We see now, as the years have played out, the consequences of the granting of the Most Favored Nation status to an enemy who seeks to see us fall. We see over the horizon the much more frightening specter that this may just be the beginning.

But what is it that can be done? We have grown too accustomed to buying jeans sewn in Malaysia or Viet Nam. We buy cars electronics from China, among other things. What can we do? The answer is tough. And it will be a sacrifice, but one which we must be prepared to face to ensure our survival. We must return to days past, when our nation was strong. We must return to industry and production within our sovereign and blessed borders. And we must get the American farmer producing again. As consumers, we must say no to those things created in the countries hostile to our own, and buy our produce from those who grow within our twice-blessed shores. We have little power as individuals. And yet we have a great power which drives the systems that keep this nation thriving. We speak with our Cash. If companies find that the products they create in factories in these enemy states are no longer making money for them, they may be forced to return to the homeland for their livelihood. But we must ensure they bring them back to non-union shops. Those who sell foodstuffs must know that these things they buy from overseas will no longer move. They must be taught that the American farmers and fishers are their only hope to remain viable.

I may seem a rambling nut, but I from my heart as one from whose eyes the wool has been pulled away. Lest we become like the Empire before, we must stop the Patrician corruption. We must say no to Bread and Circuses that so distract the Plebes. We must return to the label “Made in America”. With stout hearts and staunch wallets, we may yet stem the invading Barbarian horde, and retain the splendor of a nation that slips daily into decay. It is a nation that was great and can be again. We must see to it and preserve our Republic.

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Friday, August 10, 2007

Too Bad It Didn't Die OF Loneliness

I love our public education system. I especially love that which we have here in the state of Arizona. Those teachers and administrators and school board members are just so darned creative and responsible and dedicated and efficient and… well, I can’t type this with a straight face anymore. It seems that our educators here in Tucson AZ, a bastion of Regressive thought, had a bright idea. If the kids won’t come to school, we’ll bribe the bastards. That’s right. Bribe the kids to actually invest in their own futures.

I remember my family’s view of education from when I was a child. I was told to go to school and get good grades. And my parents had a number of really great reasons. I’d have a better chance at a good job and a future. I’d learn to think creatively and be prepared to face the real world that lay ahead. My parents wanted better for me than they had and education was the key. And the most important reason of all: If I didn’t go to school, study and apply myself, I was gonna get an ass whoopin’ with a splintered Frat Paddle that my derriere was all too familiar with. Good reasons, all.

But, we live in a post-Dr. Spock world. We are feeling the effects of trickle-down blame-enomics. It seems that parents feel the educators should be raising their kids and the educators seem more than willing to oblige. Thus we arrive at the new Bribes-for-Books pilot program in Tucson, AZ. The gist of it is, if a child has good grades, a good attendance record, and doesn’t drop out, they get a (at least for the pilot) stipend of $25 a week to do what their parents should be beating into them the directive to do anyway.

At present, it is being funded by a non-profit organization. But I foresee this becoming a part of the already ponderous public handout Hydra. As they have selected their students from a pool of low-income kids that were already doing well, virtual guaranteeing a false positive of success for the pilot, I see an outcry, as the data is finally tabulated, for the state to fund this incentive in perpetuity. And not just in Tucson, but throughout the State’s education systems. And then, how long will it be before it creeps onto the national scene and this graft-for-grades program becomes the norm in all 50 states?

If one observes this critically, an entirely different conclusion and result can be extrapolated. And it is very different than the misguided and retarded intent of the backers of the experiment. This is starting the children off early in the Entitlement establishment. If a child learns to expect compensation for that which they should be doing anyway, they are going to take that lesson and apply it to the rest of their lives. What happens if or when they go to college? Will they demand a signing bonus? How about when they enter the job market? We already have enough people who think they have a right to work and a job regardless of their work ethic, skill level or dedication. What becomes of the workplace and the economic producers in the nation then?

No, this will not work. It will not have the desired effect. And it is one of the dumbest ideas I’ve heard this week. Unfortunately, with the Left, the next half-assed, ill-advised, brainless scheme is just around the corner.

This idea, like most that manage to rattle around in the Regressive pea-brain, should have died of loneliness like its sisters and brethren before.

-Jesse W

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Wednesday, August 08, 2007

May The Ronin Be Gathered From The 4 Corners

So, as some IMAO readers have seen, I am trying to gather the AZ and Southwestern Ronin together for a somewhat informal gathering. It all started with the Ronin Profiles feature on IMAO. It appears that we have quite a few of us here in the southwest, Arizona in general and the Greater Phoenix Area specifically. So, I figured it would be great to put faces to the screen names and smart-assed, right-minded comments that entertain and inform me everyday.

So, here is the deal. Tentatively, I would like to get together with the Greater Phoenix Area, Arizona and Southwest Region if they can make it. The date, which is negotiable, I am slating as Saturday, September 1st. The location (also negotiable) will be Four Peaks Brewery in Tempe, AZ. This has the added bonus, despite the great homebrews, of being near the ASU campus, thus allowing for Hippy Punching and Libtard Tossing if the mood arises.

So, if you are a Zonie, or in the area and like to travel long distances to meet strange people you know from The Internet,. then email me at haggismachaggis@hotmail.com

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Tuesday, August 07, 2007

Penis, Vagina or ?

Yay! The nutjobs are at it again here in the epicenter of what used to be a rather solid Red State. I am speaking of a recent dust-up making local news in my beloved City and State. As those who have read here know, I live in Phoenix proper in the arid, dusty and just barely still Conservative state of Arizona. But the Leftards are encroaching. ASU seems to be spilling over its borders and daring to sully the decent people who don't take truck with any of those Liberal Arts College types.

The thing of which I speak began in November. Here in Phoenix, we have a nightclub run by a man named Tom Anderson. Tom, much like the eponymous character voiced by Mike Judge, is also dealing with a pack of buttheads. Anderson's 5th Estate, which tends to attract the college age slacker and sometimes deviant types, is under fire. I suppose the clientèle can't be helped, given the club atmosphere. Personally, I rather relish that he is parting these vapid hollow shells from their Parentally bestowed cash. But, it is under fire from the Gay/Lesbian/Bisexual/Transsexual lobby. That's right! The GLBT Lobby. Now, it may just be me, but any group that sounds like a Blue Plate special in a Jersey Diner should never be taken seriously. Yet, Arizona's leftist, Napolitano boot-licking AG, Terry Goddard has listeedn to this group of selfish hedonist and confused boygirls, and is now trying to burn Mr. Anderson at the stake.

Here's the scene. November, 2006. A normal night at the club. Men trying to score the hotties with lame pickup lines, metrosexual flair and entire cans of Tag Bodyspray. Women getting free drinks from dudes that wanna hit that, hanging with their cockblocking gaggle of hens and going to the bathroom in groups with numbers to rival the split personalities of an average Ron Paul supporter. As this herd of hootchies congregate in the Ladies Room, an odd thing is observed. Suzy with the cute miniskirt, the black sling-back heels, and the Adam's apple is standing to pee. Naturally, the women (the real ones, not those in sick mind only) are put off by this display, generally only scene performed by very limber and vulgar women. So these concerned sisters of the Double-X Chromosomes report the rather startling scene to the manager. Of course, the management was obliged to toss that cross-dressing deviant out on he/she/its ass. Not because of this alone, but because of the staunch, bend-to-my-will-or-i'll-throw-a-swishy-fit attitude. This coupled with an outright refusal to use the restroom that best matched the plumbing, rather than the mind and couture, of the apparently aggrieved.

As you have probably already guessed by now, with how very understanding of the wishes of every other GOD DAMNED PERSON IN THE PLACE!!!, the desire not to make the women (the real ones, not those in sick mind only) feel uncomfortable and unsafe... and realizing that the owner had the right to run his business whichever way he FUCKING PLEASED, the issue was put to bed. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Just kidding. These are Libtards we are talking about. The individual got the Fudge-Packing/Rug-lMunching/Indecisive/He/She/It aAlliance together to slander an honest business man. One who made that oh-so-crazy decision to put the needs and desires of pretty much 99.9% of his customers above the bullshit mental gymnastics of the low spark of high-heeled boys. These imaginarily aggrieved have since filed a complaint with Liberal Attorney General, and many failed Gubernatorial candidate, Terry Goddard. And, they are howling for blood of, and seeking punishment for, Mr. Anderson due to his insensitive refusal to pander to .1% of clientèle.

This effects not only AZ, but other states as well. Make no mistake about it. Have no illusions about it. The trial lawyers are sharpening their fangs, just itching to pounce on this in the name of Almighty Legal Precedent. So, if I have any readers: EMAIL THE AG NOW. Spread the word. Email your network in the VRWC and flood this opportunist with so much of an outcry that he has to drop this ridiculous pursuit and let justice prevail.

The AZ AG's office can be reached on the web at:
Website: http://www.azag.gov/
Phone: 602.542.5025 in-state or 1-800.352.8431 (toll free) out-of-state
Email: civilrightsinfo@azag.gov

For more of the story, see the article at Phoenix's KFYI website:

I suppose, in the end, we'll have to start marking the doors with, not Male or Female, but with Penis, Vagina or ?

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Monday, August 06, 2007

An InFISAble Proposition

My, my, my… what an interesting change of heart the Democrats have had. I’m talking, of course, about the expansion of FISA. The Foreign Intelligence Security Act that was so maligned by the Left, their media puppets, and every nutrtoot out there. Strangely, the willingness to support this type of surveillance has shifted in the fever swap of the Liberal mind. And I have to ask myself why.

In trying to dissect this amazing turnaround, we must keep two things in mind. One is the results of the 2006 midterm election. We find ourselves witnessing a balance shift in terms of party and political ideology in the House and Senate, often at the detriment of those who are allegedly represented. The second is the rather fervent push to reinstate the “Fairness Doctrine” in a so called attempt to balance political perspective in our country. A doctrine which any citizen with at least two neurons to rub together can see has nothing to do with fairness and everything to do with the stifling of free and opposing speech in this Country.

A glance at recent political diatribe and dogma from the Left gives the lie that the Democrat party wants anything to do with fairness. They seek to limit it in any form not conforming to the party groupthink. We see new definitions of Hate Speech, more PC bullshit and a larger effort to stifle the smaller voice of Conservativism. They try to attack talk radio, blogs, websites supporting conservatives or maligning regressives. All the while championing the hate speech of their true socialist brethren. Thus, I feel ill at ease about the expansion of FISA. Especially as those who seek to destroy our great nation gain greater Mainstream Media influence while filling the pages of their playbooks with the diaries of DKos.

Now, I supported FISA at first and didn’t think such a large stink should have been made over it. I opposed the Dubai Ports deal. I railed against the Shamnesty bill. But this disturbing shift in the balance of power, and the increasing overtness of the Left’s attack on speech beyond their approved viewpoints, set me on knife’s edge. Make no mistake: Should the left gain the White House, though the Socialists railed against it when it was Bush’s faux pas, the very thing they decry will be the bludgeon of Free Speech’s demise. They seek to expand so that they can find whom to try and silence. Is the name Vince Foster ringing any bells? I fear something in the same vein with less lead and contrived suicide plots.

I know that this sounds like a fevered, Leftist rant. But, think about what possible reason the Dhimmicrats would seek to expand this legislation. The point may be moot, as FRED! Will mostly likely gain that fine White House in the District of Columbia. But be wary my friends. Beware Socialist bearing tools for national security.

Remember, they don’t want to be your government; they want to be your nanny.

-Jesse W.

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Friday, August 03, 2007

Welcome IMAO Folk

I just wanted to say Howdy to the folks from IMAO. As Shimauma has been constantly pestering me to no end about posting, I thought I'd take the moment to thank FrankJ for my 15 minutes of net fame, and the faithful readers of IMAO (who are the greatest blog readers on the Interweb) for reading my profile and dropping by to see my brain candy.

I've recently begun listening to talk radio again, and am growing more motivated to start posting again. There ARE some things that have been behind not posting, but those are resolving. For one thing, I have started a new job (well, new 4 months ago) which actually requires I work. I have less time to post, and end up only making random IMAO comments. This helps explain the second reason I haven't posted recently. As some may or may not know, I am crippled. I am a below-the knee amputee and I have a paralyzed right arm. As a result of having an ill fitted prosthetic leg, every day was a struggle with intense pain which had left me in a deep state of fatigue, thus not wanting to do anything from home but rest and be ready for the new day. But, I have a new leg, a new lease on life, new energy and a desire to vent as I have done in the past.

I'll be brain storming this weekend and promise my loyal reader (Shimauma... you rock) something new on Monday.

Additionally, if you are an AZ Ronin, email me at jwcanfield79@gmail.com. I want to set up a get together of the AZ Ronin to get to know each other and some of the fine libations this city's brewers can offer.

Again, thanks to FrankJ and the best folk on the web, the IMAO Ronin.


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