Virtue Amongst…(well you know who)

Over the past few days, the left has been doing their best to eviscerate Herman Cain for an alleged “sexual harassment” incident that took place while he served as CEO of the National Restaurant Association.  To date, many on the left have all but pronounced him “unfit” to run because of this conveniently timed hearsay scandal.  Without any real evidence of wrongdoing to lean on, many are hoping that this whirlwind of hyperbole reverses the groundswell of support that Herman Cain has received over the past several weeks.  They are hoping that these allegations, though unproven, will stain the virtue of the Cain star and send it streaking to earth in flames for good.

Of course we all know about the impeccable character of our friends on the left. They are oaks of virtue! Let’s see there’s:

  • Rep. David Wu – Accused of assaulting an 18 year old woman.
  • Sen John Edwards – Admitted to having an affair and fathering a love child.
  • Rep. Anthony Weiner – Posted his naughty bits on Facebook.
  • Rep. Mel Reynolds – Convicted of 12 counts of sexual assault with a 16-year-old. (President Bill Clinton pardoned him before leaving office….go figure).
  • Rep. Barney Frank – Hired a male prostitute who ran a prostitution service from Frank’s residence in the 1980s.
  • Sen Ted Kennedy – Implicated in the death of Mary Jo Kopechne at Chappaquiddick. (Rumor was they were doing it.)
  •  Rep. Gerry Studds – Censured for sexual relationship with underage male page in 1983. (For most of us this would be rape…)
  • Sen Daniel Inouye – Accused in the 1990s by numerous women of sexual harassment.
  • Rep. Gary Condit – Affair with murdered intern Chandra Levy.
  • Mayor Gavin Newsom – Affair with top aid’s wife.
  • Rep. Allan Howe – Soliciting prostitution.
  • Mayor Kwame Kilpatrick – Sexting on the job.
  • Rep. Roosevelt Dobbins – Fondling a 16-year-old.
Pretty impressive credentials indeed.  But wait…there seems to be someone I am forgetting…hmmm….oh yeah!!

  • President William Jefferson Clinton – Affair in the Oval Office with intern Monica Lewinsky. (Never mind the previous rape allegations.)
Now, before all my liberal readers get themselves worked into a frenzy….yes….I am being somewhat one-sided here.  The fact is that one can find an equally long list of Republicans who have checkered, if not downright kinky, pasts.  There are naughty boys and girls…okay, mostly boys….okay, all boys….on both sides. The point here is that any condemnation of Herman Cain from this crowd is simply laughable. It is nothing more than a bunch of (refer to title) having a debate on virtue.
So to all you Herman Cain fans out there…take a deep breath and stay on point. He will get judged and convicted unfairly and that is certain. The good news is that this story will be dropped like a hot potato as soon as another Congressman is caught with his pants down.
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WWJD?

As we look closely at the upcoming 2012 election, we cannot help but think about how far our nation has drifted from the vision our founding fathers had of a free people protected by a limited government.  They would surely shake their heads in disbelief if they could see what has happened to their great experiment in self-government and liberty.

It is likely that if Thomas Jefferson came back for a day, after reading just one issue of the Washington Post and watching an hour of MSNBC, he would find a bar, drink himself stupid, and then call the Queen of England  to apologize for the revolution.  I can only imagine the horror he would feel as he looked over our 2012 federal budget, read through Obama’s healthcare bill, watched the unwashed idiots playing their bongo drums on Wall Street, and listened to Michael Moore waggle his triple chin about the rich.  I cannot speak personally for Mr. Jefferson, but I am sure that after seeing these things, he would sprint at full speed back to the safety and sanity of his coffin.

To be sure, Mr. Jefferson’s return as a concerned “founding zombie” is not likely, but it really does make one wonder whose side he would really be on if he did.  Many have acclaimed Mr. Jefferson as one our nation’s more “progressive” thinkers, so if any of our founders had the potential to belly up to Obama’s world view it could arguably be him.

So for the sake of argument, let’s say that some mad scientist was able to reanimate Mr. Jefferson’s corpse just in time for him to vote in next year’s election?  Who would he pull the lever for?  Put simply…WWJD? (Note to Readers: Zombies are not required to show a picture ID at polls in most blue states.)

Head Muscle submits that with only a bit of research, Mr. Jefferson tells us in his own words:

Jefferson On Liberty:

“I would rather be exposed to the inconveniencies attending too much liberty than to those attending too small a degree of it.”

“The last hope of human liberty in this world rests on us. We ought, for so dear a state to sacrifice every attachment and every enmity.”

“The natural progress of things is for liberty to yield and government to gain ground.”

“When the people fear their government, there is tyranny; when the government fears the people, there is liberty.”

Jefferson On Government:

“A wise and frugal government, which shall restrain men from injuring one another, which shall leave them otherwise free to regulate their own pursuits of industry and improvement, and shall not take from the mouth of labor and bread it has earned. This is the sum of good government.”

“The policy of the American government is to leave their citizens free, neither restraining nor aiding them in their pursuits.”

“Our country is too large to have all its affairs directed by a single government. Public servants at such a distance, and from under the eye of their constituents, must, from the circumstances of distance, be unable to administer an overlook all the details necessary for the good government of the citizens; and the same circumstances, by rendering detection impossible to their constituents, will invite public agents to corruption, p,under and waste.”

“I believe the States can best govern our home concerns, and the General Government our foreign ones.”

“The true theory of our Constitution is surely the wisest and best, that the States are independent as to everything within themselves, and united as to everything respecting foreign nations.”

“Were we directed from Washington when to sow and when to reap, we should soon want bread.”

” Congress has not unlimited powers to provide for the general welfare, but only those specifically enumerated.”

Jefferson On Wealth Redistribution:

“The democracy will cease to exist when you take away from those who are willing to work and give to those who would not.”

“To compel a man to furnish funds for the propagation of ideas he disbelieves and abhors is sinful and tyrannical.”

“To take from one because it is thought that his own industry and that of his father’s has acquired too much, in order to spare to others, who, or whose fathers have not exercised equal industry and skill, is to violate arbitrarily the first principle of association–‘the guarantee to every one of a free exercise of his industry and the fruits acquired by it.'”

“I predict future happiness for Americans if they can prevent the government from wasting the labors of the people under the pretense of taking care of them.”

Jefferson On Taxation:

“If we run into such debts as that we must be taxed in our meat and in our drink, in our necessaries and our comforts, in our labors and our amusements, for our callings and our creeds, as the people of England are, our people, like them, must come to labor sixteen hours in the twenty-four, and give the earnings of fifteen of these to the government for their debts and daily expenses. And the sixteenth being insufficient to afford us bread, we must live, as they do now, on oatmeal and potatoes, have no time to think, no means of calling the mis-managers to account; but be glad to obtain subsistence by hiring ourselves to rivet their chains around the necks of our fellow sufferers.”

Jefferson On Gun Rights:

“The strongest reason for the people to retain the right to keep and bear arms is, as a last resort, to protect themselves against tyranny in government.”

“The beauty of the Second Amendment is that it will not be needed until they try to take it.”

Finally…Jefferson On Obama Care:

“Was the government to prescribe to us our medicine and diet, our bodies would be in such keeping as our souls are now.”

So WWJD? Let’s take a quick tally. Were Mr. Jefferson suddenly walking among us again he would:

1. (Most importantly) Need a shower and some fresh privies

2. Be for a limited federal government

3. Put states in charge of their own domestic affairs

4. Be pro second amendment

5.  Support personal property rights

6. Be firmly against wealth redistribution

7. Rebuff European-style taxation

and yes.., finally…

8. Support the repeal of Obama Care

We may be guilty of being a bit presumptuous here at Head Muscle from time to time…okay…all the time, but it seems pretty clear that we already know the answer to the question.

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The Example (Part I)

Carl could not help but chuckle to himself as he poured his cold coffee into the dirt. Just a few months ago, the idea of a second American civil war would have been inconceivable.  Now, not only did it seem imminent, it also appeared that the first battle would take place at his gas station. He shook his cup out and looked up toward the sun.  It wasn’t just hot…it was Texas hot. Carl wiped the sweat from his brow with an orange rag and walked back to the comfort of his store. He laid his rifle on the counter and poured himself another cup. From the way things were going, it was going to be a hot day indeed.

Carl Lamonte had lived in San Antonio his entire life.  His father had been a wildcatter in Abilene and his grandfather a rancher.  Carl had started out on the drill rigs, but soon realized that 100 degree summers on the Texas prairie were simply not his cup o’ tea.  So, right after high school he started pumping gas and doing odd jobs at Phil’s Fuel Stop on the edge of town.  Phil was a nice ole’ fellah by everyone’s description, and had been in business selling gas to tourists, truckers, and travelers of every make and model for over thirty years. Phil was immediately impressed by Carl’s eagerness to learn, and within just a few months was teaching him everything he knew about the business.

Carl loved working at the station, and turned out to be a natural entrepreneur. He was constantly approaching Phil with new ideas for attracting customers and increasing sales.  One day Carl showed up to work with an old battered soda machine that he had purchased for 10 dollars.  Over the course of a week, Carl had it cleaned up, running, and full of ice cold RC Colas. Soon new “gadgets” were turning up everywhere.  After a few months, Phil’s Fuel was strewn with newspaper boxes, candy machines, and beef jerky racks.  Once Carl had even talked a nearby farmer into bringing a pony to the station to give kids rides for 50 cents a pop.  Everything was going fine until a tank truck pulled up and the pony took off across the prairie with a disgruntled 10 year old boy flopping around on top. Phil was a gas man and understood none of this, but he admired Carl’s drive and humored most of his “hair brained” ideas.  The facts were undeniable though.  Ranchers that Phil had watched drive by for years, were now stopping in every once in a while to get an ice cold RC and some jerky.

As the years passed and cars became  more reliable, and more complex, Phil’s garage work dropped to nearly nothing.  Once again Carl saw an opportunity, and talked Phil into leasing him the three garage bays that now stood empty next to the station’s office.  Phil agreed, and gave Carl a five year lease for next to nothing.  Carl sold his family home and property to a local rancher and used every last cent to convert the garages into a convenience store and coffee shop.  Carl did most of the work himself,  and had the store open for business 6 months later.  For the next year he worked tirelessly running the register, flipping pancakes, doing the dishes, stocking the shelves, and handing out fliers.  Without a penny to his name, he slept in the stockroom at night, and ate whatever wasn’t selling.

Over time, word got out that you could get a pretty good breakfast at Carl’s, and people started dropping in.  Carl used what little money he was making to rent a billboard on the nearby Interstate advertising  5 egg omelets and a “free” thermos of coffee for truckers.  As business picked up, he discovered that he could actually lose money on the food because, as soon as the truckers finished eating, they would walk into the convenience store and stock their trucks with overpriced snacks, drinks, and cigarettes.  Before he knew it, he had such a stream of business that he was having trouble keeping the shelves stocked with beef jerky and sunflower seeds.  Phil’s fuel sales went through the roof as well.  As the truckers poured in for supplies they also topped off their tanks and, in less than a year, Phil was building a new island of diesel pumps to accommodate all of the trucks.  Carl even came up with a catch phrase for the station:

“Fill ’em and Fuel ’em at Phil’s”

Business continued to grow for about 8 years, and life was good for the fill ’em and fuel ’em team.  Carl was finally starting to realize some return on his years of hard work. He bought himself a small ranch a few miles from the station, found himself a gently used F-350, and decided to hire a couple of employees to help run the place.  Then, just as things had really started rolling, tragedy struck. One scorching hot August afternoon Phil drove home, kissed his wife Elna, sat down in his chair to read the mail, and died.  The doctor said that he had passed from a massive brain hemorrhage and had not suffered.  Carl was thankful for that. Phil had provided well for his wife, and she wanted nothing to do with the gas station. So, Carl bought Phil’s share and went it alone. It was hard at first, because Phil had always managed the fuels.  Almost immediately Carl realized that it wasn’t nearly as easy as flipping pancakes.

Buying and selling fuel was a real hit or miss type thing. As an independent dealer, Carl had to negotiate with a number of local suppliers.  You had to buy in bulk loads as cheaply as you could, and then sell it at a price that you thought would cover the next shipment.  If you were lucky and hit the numbers just right, you could make a nice profit.  If you missed the mark however, you could lose a lot.  After 40 years in the business, Phil had been a master at this.  Carl, on the other hand, had a lot to learn.  He missed Phil terribly.

Despite Carl’s early misfires in the fuel business, the station continued to grow. It was now a popular stop for truckers on the Interstate, and he had a steady stream of long-haul regulars.  His personal life took a turn for the better as well when he met his wife Katie.  He had always wanted a family of his own, and a year after their wedding he got his wish when their twin boys Cade and Cody were born. Wanting to spend more time with his family, he hired a manager for the Fill and Fuel and started focusing on being a dad.

One day while he was in his office doing payroll, a couple of men in suits walked into the store.  They were from a larger truck stop franchise and were interested in talking to Carl about buying his place.  He had a perfect location near the Interstate, and apparently he was outselling all the the other establishments in his area.  Almost out of the blue, one of the men tossed a number on the table that made Carl nearly fall out of his chair.  If he took the deal, his family would be taken care of, and he would never have to work another day in his life.  After thinking about it for a few days however, he decided to pass.  There was still a lot he wanted to do to the place, and wasn’t ready to give up his life’s work.  Besides, if it was worth that much now, he could only imagine what it would be worth when he was through with it.  He was happy, healthy, successful, and a father.  What more could he ask for?  Unfortunately, a thousand miles away in Washington, “change” was in the air.

The first blow came in 2011 when Congress let the Bush tax cuts expire. Carl had never incorporated and, as a sole proprietor, his tax rate increased by 15% overnight.  It was a devastating blow.  The recession of 2009 had already cut his sales by 30%, and the new taxes just made things worse.  The larger chains looked at the tax hike as an opportunity to drive some of the independents out of business, so they ate the tax increase  for a while to keep their prices artificially low. Carl could not afford to do this, and was forced to price his  fuel a full nickel per gallon higher than some of his competitors.  Business slowed even more, but stayed steady thanks to many loyal customers. For the first time in over 20 years however, Fill and Fuel was losing money.  In order to keep the tanks full, Carl had to let 4 of his long-time employees go. Next to Phil’s death, handing out their pink slips was the most painful experience of his life.  Carl was not alone however,  thousands of companies across the state were having to make similar decisions, and soon unemployment numbers began to climb well above 12 percent.  The people of Texas were furious at the tax hikes,  and tea parties around the state began to cry for secession.  At first they were dismissed by the mainstream as far right loons but, as time went on,  the protests got larger and louder.

In 2012 the second blow came in the form of Cap and Trade. Congress rammed it through against a massive grass roots protest with the help of three or four turncoat Republicans.  Overnight, fuel prices skyrocketed to 6 dollars a gallon on sheer speculation.  Again, as an independent dealer, Carl did not have the purchasing power that his larger competitors enjoyed, and started losing more and more money on every gallon of fuel he sold.  He mortgaged his home and took out an equity loan on the station to keep the cash flowing, but eventually had to lay off 3 more employees including his two shift managers.  Once again, Carl found himself putting in 18 hour days just to keep the place in business. Cap and Trade had all but devastated the national trucking industry as well – especially the little guys.  The smaller truck lines and independent owner-operators did not have the capital to buy the carbon offsets necessary to keep their rigs on the road, so they simply started shutting down.  Within three months of the law’s implementation, Carl’s truck business dropped to almost zero. He was still getting a steady stream of car business, but the simple fact was that he could not fill Kia gas tanks fast enough to pay the bills.

Texans were infuriated by the administration’s eagerness to sign Cap and Trade into law, and had challenged it in the Supreme Court with 15 other states. The newly liberal court however,  shot down the lawsuit on the grounds that Cap and Trade was constitutional under Interstate Commerce.  On the day that the decision was announced, cries rang out across Texas once again for secession.  Texas flags flew from every window across the state, and several federal offices in Dallas and Austin were vandalized by angry mobs. Trucks in the hundreds parked themselves around the state capitol building blocking traffic for weeks,  practically bringing the city to a standstill.  The Governor held an emergency meeting with the Legislature and, along with 4 other states, sent a letter to the federal government stating their concern for the nation’s welfare and reaffirming their commitment to protecting the welfare of their citizens.

Then, as if to poke the nation in its collective eye, late in 2013 Congress passed an 8% national Value Added Tax (VAT) to cover the wildly out of control national debt and help pay for escalating health care costs.  The VAT had been an add-on buried in a new economic stimulus bill.  The 4,000 page bill was signed into law by Obama only a week after it had been introduced, and the language authorizing the tax had been cleverly hidden in a paragraph on page 3,015. Neither the press nor the Republicans had caught it in time.  Once again fuel prices skyrocketed on speculation, and within a matter of days topped 8 dollars a gallon.  Business at Carl’s place dried up to nothing.  The once busy Interstate now looked like a back country farm road. One San Antonio reporter noted that, on some stretches of highway, one could sit on the centerline and eat lunch without fear of being run over.  Again, cries arose for secession across the state.  Businesses were closing by the hundreds due skyrocketing overhead costs and poor demand.  Carl could no longer pay the mortgage on his home, and was forced into foreclosure.  He moved his family into his in-law’s ranch, laid off the rest of his employees, and closed the diner.  Once again, he found himself penniless and struggling to survive a day at a time.  Things were not much better anywhere else.  With an unemployment rate of over 17%, the state of Texas found itself in the middle of an economic crisis that it had not created.  Violence began to break out in some of the larger cities, and people out of work began to line the streets of Austin demanding that Texas reclaim its status as an independent sovereign nation.

The Governor had no choice but to call a special session of the Legislature together to discuss their next move. After two weeks of heated debate, they sent a second letter to the White House.  In it they notified the President that the Republic of Texas would no longer recognize the new VAT, and would not compel any of its citizens to pay it.  The letter also announced that federal Cap and Trade regulations would not apply to businesses operating within state borders. It closed with a stern warning that any attempt by the federal government to hold any Texas citizen liable for these taxes would result in Texas’ immediate secession from the Union.

The national press was abuzz. Pundits on the major networks took sides and started arguing the constitutionality of Texas’ bold move.  Many were critical saying that the Civil War had clearly established that secession was illegal, and that the entire Texas Legislature should be arrested on federal charges.  Others however, pointed out that nowhere in the Constitution did it state that the Union was permanent, and that many states did in fact have clauses in their constitutions reaffirming their right to secede.  As the debate raged on,  the White House was eerily silent on the matter.  Press secretary Robert Gibbs refused comment when queried, and Obama all but dropped out of sight completely. Weeks, then months, went by without any federal response – and the silence was deafening.

Because Carl had always purchased his fuel from local Texas suppliers, he found that he had a slight advantage over the competition now.  With the unilateral repeal of Cap and Trade and the VAT, Carl was able to lower his prices and undercut the out-of-state suppliers. Small in-state trucking companies started to venture back out on the road and, in a show of solidarity, many pledged to only patronize Texas-based businesses. Soon, business picked up enough for Carl to reopen the diner for breakfast.  After a couple of months, rumors started to circulate that Texas had called the fed’s bluff, and that Obama’s oppressive taxes were destined to be repealed across the country.  After a while, even Carl began to believe that the crisis would soon be over.  That is when he got the letter…

Carl received it from a special courier one afternoon as he was preparing to leave for home.  He signed for it, and tore the envelope open.  The letter was neatly typed on Internal Revenue Service stationary and read simply:

“Dear Mr. Lamonte,

This letter is to inform you that you have failed to pay lawful federal taxes, and that you are in violation of federal law.  You have 30 days from the date of this letter to pay accrued taxes and fines totaling 35,300 dollars, or your property will be seized by federal authorities as payment in kind. We recommend that you make this payment promptly to avoid further action.”

Carl felt his face flush. His heart begin to race in his chest. “They can’t do that can they?” he asked under his breath.  All of a sudden, he felt a surge of pure rage.  He and Phil had built this truck stop with their money and their sweat!    He had slaved and starved for years to make something for himself, and he was not about to let any damn Washington bureaucrat come in and take it.  How dare they!

Early the next morning, Carl called the Governor’s office and told them about what he had received. Apparently thousands of businesses across the state had received similar letters on the very same day, and the Governor’s office had been inundated with calls all morning from frantic Texans.

“Yeah, they are pretty much giving everyone their 60 day notice,” the staffer on the other end of the line noted.  “Everyone here in Austin is scrambling to figure out what to do next.”

Carl hesitated and looked down at his letter.

“Did you say 60 day notice?”

“Yep, they all say 60,” the staffer confirmed. “What are they going to do, send down an army to repossess the entire state?”

Carl looked at his letter again.  “My letter only gives me 30 days.”

There was a pause on the phone. “Are you sure sir?

“That’s right. I am looking at it as we speak.”

There was another pause.  “Sir, could you please hold on, while I inform the Governor?”

“The Governor?”

“Yes sir, we were scared that something like this might happen.”

“Like this?” Carl queried trying not to sound as confused as he felt.

“Yes sir, we were worried that they would try to make an example out of someone, and it sounds like you may be it.”

Carl let the phone down from his ear.  It was now perfectly clear to him what was happening.  The feds were going to come into town, seize his property, and haul him off to jail on national television.  They were going to use him to show the rest of the state what was coming if they did not get back in line.  Once again Carl felt a tide of rage rising in his chest.  He put the phone back to his ear.

“You tell the Governor, that if they want my business they will have to step over my dead body to take it!” he yelled at the shocked staffer.

“You tell the Governor that!”

Carl slammed the phone down so hard that the handset cracked.  “If an example is what they want,” he growled, “an example is sure as hell what they are going to get.”

<<To Be Continued in Part II next week>>

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Palin Platter Politics

There is no graceful way of saying this , so I am just going to come right out with it.  I have a problem with Sarah Palin.  The fact is, politically speaking, I have had a problem with her for quite a while.   Let me be clear however, it has nothing to do with her intelligence, her personality, or her gender.  It is actually hard to explain. Each time I hear her speak, I am impressed by her candor, I laugh at her wry jabs at the President, and agree with almost every political position she espouses. Yet, for some reason, when she is done I walk away wanting something more. Many times I have tried to jump aboard the Palin Train like so many of my like-minded friends, but something in my gut keeps telling me to stay clear of the tracks.  The most frustrating part of it though, is that I have never been able to stick a pin into the source of my angst. Not until today that is…

Having only a half hour for lunch between meetings today, I dove into a local diner for a fast bite to eat.  I am a regular at this place, and love their home cooked specials. The owner is a fairly outspoken conservative, and will happily offer his opinions to you if you even look like you might be of a left leaning persuasion.  He is a big burly fellow who smells of recycled french fry grease, and regularly tears the fingers out of his food prep gloves so that he can poke your food to feel if it is ready.  His self-described ‘grub’  is so tasty however,  that both sides of the aisle brave his political monologues, as well as the ever present threat of Hepatitis A,  to eat lunch there. For the purpose of this post, I will call him Bob, because…well…that is his name.  Every day Bob comes up with a new lunch special for $7.99, gives it a catchy (usually political) name, and posts it on a marker board by the counter.  It is usually something brown that has been slow cooked in a large pot all morning,  and is inexplicably delicious.  Today when I walked in, hoping for his famous Irish Stew, I gazed at the board to see:

The saliva ducts in my mouth went into overdrive. I had been running on nothing but coffee for most of the morning, and the thought of ground beef smothered in juicy caramelized onions and rich brown gravy was simply too much to bear.  As delicious as it sounded however, I just could not connect the special’s name to its contents.  I thought about it without revelation as I stood in line to order and, by the time it was my turn at the register, I had given up on all but my most primal eating instincts.  I nodded to Bob, flipped him a 10 dollar bill, and ordered a Palin Platter of my very own.  Speed is the name of the game with Bob’s lunch specials, so no sooner had I found a place at the counter to sit, than my steaming hot plate of gravy soaked sirloin appeared before me.  True to form, it was absolutely delicious.  I wolfed my meal down in about 7 minutes, dropped some change on the counter, and headed for the door.  As I exited, Bob was standing outside talking to some other lunch patrons.  “How did you like the special?” he inquired as I passed by.  “It was great,” I lauded, “best lunch plate in town.”    He smiled and began to say thanks, but I cut him off. “What I don’t understand is how you came up with the name,”I mused.  “How in the heck did you think up Palin Platter?”

At that moment, Bob’s entire demeanor changed.  His smile dropped into an intense glare, he looked around to ensure no one else was within earshot,  and leaned toward me as if he were about to tell me a dirty joke he had just heard.

“Did it taste good? he ask.

“Absolutely. It was delicious.”

“When you were done did you want more?”

“Yeah, I could have had a little more meat.”

“All in all, was it anything that special?”

I paused for a moment, “well not really.”

Bob’s smile reappeared instantly. He threw his head back and started laughing.  “You got it my friend!”

“Got what?” I queried in confusion.

“You got something that tasted good, left you wanting more, and wasn’t anything very special!…A Palin Platter!”

With that,  Bob slapped me on the back and headed into the diner.  I could still hear him laughing as the door clicked shut.  At that moment I realized why Bob was so amused.  He had just fed me a steaming hot plate of onion smothered political satire for lunch….and I had eaten it up.  It was truly brilliant. With each plate of hamburger, he was not only dishing out a tasty meal, but an essay on the perils conservative populism as well.  He had also unwittingly helped me to pinpoint my problem with Sarah. She sounds good, but leaves you wanting more and, at the end of the day, she really isn’t anything too special.

Now I know that this last statement is going cause blood vessels to burst in some of your eyes, but hear me out.  We are at a time in our nation’s history when, more than ever before, we need a conservative leader that will not only inspire us, but lead us back to greatness.  We need an Abraham Lincoln, a Ronald Reagan, or a Maggie Thatcher to stand before a broken party and knit it back together with vision, resolve, and courage.  We need someone who will unify the base, reestablish a conservative agenda, and restore hope for all who believe in freedom and self-determination.   Now, do you really see Sarah Palin filling those shoes?  As much as I would like to, I most certainly do not.    She is intelligent, driven, articulate, and funny but, in the end, she seems to be little more than populist ground beef.  To put her into the White House would be settling for a hamburger when our nation desperately needs a steak.

For those of you who are yelling angrily at your monitor and trying to decide how many points to refute in your comment, let me suggest that you are ‘really’ angry about two things.  First, you understandably like Sarah because she is so refreshing and delicious, and second…you know I am right.  In fact, I will dig my hole just a bit deeper by suggesting that, if we do not release the notion of her becoming  President very soon, it may spell the complete demise of the Republican ticket in 2012.   The zeal that so many have for her could backfire, fracturing Conservatives into Tea Partiers and Republicans, and all but ensuring a 2012 loss.  This would not only be devastating to our party for years to come, but to our country as well. “Oh, but Sarah would never let that happen,” you protest. “She would never let the Conservative movement implode so horrendously.”  I would like to think this as well but, the truth of the matter is, it may not even be up to her.   If the Tea Partiers, who she so readily feeds, decide that her brand of hamburger conservative populism is what they are looking for, then even she may not be able to stop the rush to a third party.  Mainstream moderate Republicans would then be forced to nominate their own candidate and, instead of hamburger, we will all be eating snake for another four years. You can tell yourself, that this could never happen, but are you willing to bet your country on it?  I’m not.

The bottom line: We need to get past the idea of President Palin and start finding a ‘Presidential’  leader without delay. If we do not, this great Conservative march we are seeing may well be headed for a cliff.  We need someone who will forgo the nicely packaged political bromides that have become so popular, and offer up an unabashedly conservative vision for our nation. We need someone who will command the world stage, earn the trust of our friends, and instill fear in the hearts of our enemies.  Ronald Reagan, God rest his immortal soul, is dead and will likely remain so for the foreseeable  future. We cannot have him back, but we sure as hell had better find someone who can fill his shoes and, once again, it just isn’t Sarah…admit it.   Sarah most certainly has a vital role to play in the GOP but, no matter how tasty, Palin Platter politics will most assuredly leave Americans wanting something more.

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Obama Mandates Blanks For Military Weapons

Head Muscle Press (11 April, 2010) – This past week Obama has dramatically reshaped America’s security policy by pledging to reduce our nuclear arsenal by thirty percent, and promising our adversaries that we would not use nukes on them, even if they attacked with chemical or biological weapons.  Though the President has received harsh criticism for these moves, it would seem that he is only just beginning.   In a surprise announcement early this morning, a White House spokesperson told stunned reporters that military units deploying to Iraq and Afghanistan will be issued blank cartridges for their weapons. “We have studied this very closely,” the spokesperson announced, “and we have determined that the leading cause of enemy fatalities on the battlefield, is US inflicted gunshot wounds.  The President feels that this cannot continue, and that we must take immediate steps to reduce these tragic combat-related enemy casualties.”  According to the President’s plan, military units will begin deploying into the theater with blank cartridges by late this summer.  These units will be deployed to areas where fighting has been heaviest over the past year, and coincidentally where the most enemy gunshot fatalities have been recorded.  “Obama believes that, by focusing in these areas, we should see and immediate and substantial increase in enemy survival rates during combat operations,” the spokesperson noted. “The President’s revolutionary new approach should put a stop to combat related enemy casualties once and for all.” Some military analysts are already projecting that, under Obama’s plan,  America is on track to reach French levels of wartime non-lethality by 2012.

Our source then invited us to a desert shooting range, to observe a group of troops already training in this new type of non-combat.  While at the range, our source also agreed to a short interview. Transcript follows:

(Shooting in the background)

HM: (yelling) Thank you so much for the opportunity to come out to observe this new training. Can you tell me exactly what is going on?

Source: (yelling back) Sure, it is really quite simple.  Each person you see shooting has their magazines loaded with the new round, and they are familiarizing themselves its operational capabilities.

HM: So are they all firing blank cartridges?

Source: Please! Obama would never send our troops into combat with “blanks!”  How absurd!  They are actually Projectile Deficient Simulated Rounds, or PDSRs as we call them.

HM: (pausing) So, what exactly are they shooting…at?

Source: Well, if you look downrange, you will see a number of hostile pop-up targets appear.  When the Soldier sees the target, he fires his new PDSR equipped weapon at it.

HM: (confused) But there are no bullets to hit the targets with?  What’s the point?

Source: (rolling eyes) Well – obviously – the point is not to kill them! Were you not listening at the press conference?

HM: Yes, but I’m still not sure that I get it. All these new rounds do is make noise.

Source: (exhaling heavily) Well, Obama believes that if we can make enough noise, over time, our enemies will see the futility of their resistance and just…well…give up.

HM: That sure sounds like a crazy plan to me.

Source: It worked for the health care bill didn’t it?

HM: Oh…good point.  So how long before everyone in-theater is shooting the new blanks…I mean PDSRs?

Source: Well a logistical movement of this magnitude will take time.  We have millions of conventional rounds which will have to be used up first. But the good news is, we’ve come up with a couple of contingency plans to minimize enemy casualties in the meantime.

HM: Oh really? Can you tell us about them?

Source: Well first, Central Command has issued a directive to all combat units that, when engaging in combat, they are to miss their enemies when firing on them.

HM: Miss their enemies?

Source: Yeah, I mean, they shoot and everything.. just not at the people shooting at them.  We are suggesting that they pick a pretty cloud or a sand dune, and shoot at them if possible.  It’s a pretty good interim plan, but not foolproof.

HM: Why not?

Source: Well, for 8 full years, the Bush administration had a policy of training our Soldiers and Marines to kill our enemies. Obama really inherited a mess in that respect.  It is going to take him some time to fix things.

HM: So you are concerned that until the new PDSRs arrive, some enemy casualties are inevitable even with the “mandatory miss” order?

Source: Regrettably so but, if it becomes a real problem, Nancy Pelosi and Harry Reid have come up with a plan to deal with that as well.

HM: Oh really? What is it?

Source: Well…this is technically top secret, but…..oh what the heck.  If enemy killing gets too rampant, we have a plan to deploy a US led UN Security contingent to protect them from our US forces.

HM: (baffled) What? You mean a US led force would actually protect our enemies from other US forces?

Source: Why of course! Obama would never allow US troops to be led by a foreign UN commander? Do you think he’s a nut or something?

HM: So we could actually see a scenario where US forces are fighting each other to protect our enemies?

Source: Yep. What a powerful way for Obama to show the world his commitment to ending the war!  It really makes me well up with pride….

HM: (in disbelief) Well it’s a “change”…that’s for sure.

Source: Well I have to run. We are testing Obama’s new hand grenade design today.

HM: (encouraged) Oh, so our troops will still have hand grenades?

Source: Well kind of…these new grenades are a little different though.

HM: How so?

Source: Well for one thing – they’re chocolate.

HM: (shocked) Chocolate?

Source: Yes, but only a mild milk chocolate. The terrorists don’t seem to digest the dark stuff to easily. They get….well….the poopies.

HM: So we are going to throw chocolate grenades at our enemies?

Source: Yeah, but that solid chocolate can leave quite a welt if it hits one of them on the head.  I think that we may end up having to fill them with fluffy nougat to soften the impact.  It will make them lower fat as well…

With that our source departed for the an undisclosed proving ground to observe the new chocolate grenade test.  At the end of the day, it seems as if Obama has mandated a fundamental change to the way our forces will fight…or not fight during combat.  Though unprecedented, it seems very much in line with his self-imposed nuclear restrictions, stockpile reductions, and passive acceptance of Iran’s nuclear ambitions.  Whether or not his new policies will actually work, will undoubtedly be a subject of considerable debate over the next several months. One thing seems certain however, thanks to Obama, the US will be firing blanks on the world stage for some time to come.

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A Thank You Letter to Massachusetts

Dear Voters of Massachusetts,

On April 19, 1775 the very first official shots of the American Revolutionary War were fired in Middlesex County, Massachusetts. At the North Bridge in Concord, a ragtag group of a few hundred militiamen decisively defeated three companies of British Regulars. This battle, though minor in scope, served as proof to the young 13 colonies that the British Empire could, in fact, be defeated.  It gave courage and resolve to our leaders, and inspired everyone who dreamed of freedom and self-determination.  It would also inspire Ralph Waldo Emerson to write his famous “Concord Hymn” in which he coins a popular phrase:

“By the rude bridge that arched the flood,

Their flag to April’s breeze unfurled;

Here once the embattled farmers stood,

And fired the shot heard ’round the world.”

This shot would not only resonate across the 13 colonies, but across the Atlantic Ocean to the British Empire and Europe as well. It was the opening salvo of a revolution that would give birth to a democracy of “free citizens” the likes of which the world had never seen.  Instead of power, subjugation, monarchy, and privilege it would be built upon ideals such as human rights, dignity, the rule of law, and freedom.  It was a shot that changed the world forever, and it all started with a handful of dedicated Massachusetts farmers. Today, every American owes a debt of gratitude to these fearless men who stood their ground and ultimately defeated an oppressive empire.

Once again, 234 years later, our nation owes a new debt of gratitude to you, the people of Massachusetts, for firing another shot heard ’round the world.  Not with muskets this time, but with your ballots.  Once again you have stood your ground at the North Bridge and refused to be ruled by an oppressive government.  Though the odds were firmly set against you, you refused to accept the condescending rule of the Democrat Party and asserted your independence in a way that shocked our government and inspired your fellow Americans.  Because of your bold action, Tuesday 19 January, 2010 could well go down in history as the beginning of nothing less than a new American Revolution.   It will be a revolution based on concepts such as individual freedom, conservative principles, lower taxes, less spending, and smaller government.  Even more importantly though, in just one day, you were able to accomplish what our conservative leadership in DC has not been able to achieve.  You reminded the Obama Administration just exactly who they work for….We The People. Though it is without question that they won by popular vote, this past Tuesday should serve as a harsh reminder to them however, that a government cannot alienate over half of its citizenry and hope to prevail.

It is difficult to recall a point in our history when the election of just one senator had such a profound impact on our nation.  Think about it.  This one election has stopped the government dead in its tracks. The election of Scott Brown has effectively stopped the health care bill,  killed cap-and-trade, eliminated any attempt at passing the fairness doctrine, and may just improve our national security.  His election has stripped the Democrat Party of their monopoly of power and has, in effect, given them  the good rigorous spanking they so richly deserved.  Over the past two days since his election, we have seen our Democrat leadership stare into the headlights of the oncoming rebellion like timid deer unsure of whether to run or freeze in place and accept death.  We have seen the President scramble to find a new message that might help him regain his populist appeal, and Democrats in both houses head for the hills in an attempt to protect their jobs.  This little state of proud Americans has sent a message to our bloated, power hungry, money crazy government that their days are numbered and that, no matter how powerful that they think they are, the American voter is still stronger.

So to the independents and conservatives of Massachusetts who, once again, have lit the powder keg of revolution, Head Muscle would like to say thank you on behalf of freedom loving Americans everywhere.  You have inspired us at a point when many had lost hope. You have reminded us, by your action, that our democracy is stronger than any sitting government.  You have taken on the task of fixing what our leadership could not and, in doing so, have done nothing less that reshape the political landscape of our nation. You have lowered our taxes, protected us from run away spending, and saved us all from a tragic health care takeover that would have crippled our economy. Though you were an unexpected hero, in hindsight it is no surprise that you rose to the occasion. That is what Massachusetts does.  Thank you most sincerely.

Finally, it is also important to remember that the shots fired at the North Bridge, though great in their implication, were just the first shots of the revolution.  In order for the colonies to achieve their freedom from the crown, they had fight tirelessly against the odds for years to come.  Just like then, it is now the responsibility of every American conservative and independent to carry the banner from Massachusetts to their own states.  It is our responsibility to keep the message strong and the passions high.  We have to finish what our brothers and sisters in Massachusetts have started or the new revolution will most certainly fail under the weight of our opponents.  We have an opportunity to seize the initiative and reclaim our government in the name of the principles that made our nation the greatest in history.  The struggle has decidedly turned in our favor, and we must lead the charge to the next battle – the 2010 general election.  So, thank you Massachusetts for reminding us that we are in charge of this nation, not Nancy Pelosi, Harry Reid, or the UAW. Thanks for standing your ground at the North Bridge once again. It is now time for the rest of us to stand with you.

Sincerely,

Head Muscle

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We The People

It all started at Independence hall in Philadelphia  on 14 May 1787.   At first only a few delegates showed up but, as the days passed, more and more began to arrive.  They were soldiers, farmers, doctors, lawyers, and merchants from across the thirteen states of a newly free people.  Many had been members of the Continental Congress while others had just been appointed to their post. They had come to amend the Articles of Confederation but, by mid-summer, they realized that they needed something more.  So together they set forth to build nothing less than the foundation for a new nation. The central issue was balancing federal and state powers against the God given rights of the people. Many had dramatically opposing views and the debates were long and intense. Some even walked out in frustration, refusing to append their names to the final document.  By 12 September however, after months of debate and compromise, they reached agreement on its content.  Every item in the document had been painstakingly developed, revised, debated, and accepted.   When it was all assembled, it was passed to a young clerk named Jacob Shallus who was paid the approximate sum of 30 dollars to transpose it into the document we all know today as the Constitution of the United States of America.

It was a profound document for a world still ruled by Kings.  Its opening line was emblazoned with three words that would ultimately define a new system of government.  They were simple words, “We The People,” but not even the delegates at the convention could fully grasp the impact they would have, not only on America, but on the dreams and aspirations of mankind.   In just 4 handwritten pages, they had created a Nation.  Certainly, prior to its ratification we had already earned our freedom as a people, but with the Constitution’s full enactment in 1790 we earned our nationhood.

Since that day in September 1787 when Mr. Shallus transcribed the first copy, our Constitution has withstood a great Civil War, two World Wars, depression, internal dissent, and the tyranny of communism.  It remains still today one of the most debated documents in the history of modern civilization, and industries have been built upon interpreting and reconstructing its intent.  It is not perfect, it is not divine, and it is not unassailable, but it is the only document of its kind, and every time we  read it we are reminded of who we are.  We are the United States of America!  With  flaws and frustrations considered, we are without a doubt the greatest nation and the greatest people that the world has ever known.  The important thing to understand however, is that our greatness does not come from our might, our wealth, our abundance, or our influence.  Certainly we have these things, but they are the products of  our greatness not the cause. We are great because of  those three words that have been purchased time and again with American blood and treasure, and we will stay great as long as we never let, “We The People,” stray far from our hearts.  Please take a moment on this Constitution Day to remember who we are and how we got here. Then say a prayer that we never forget.

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