Two Cows

You have 2 cows.
You give one to your neighbour

You have 2 cows.
The State takes both and gives you some milk

You have 2 cows.
The State takes both and sells you some milk

You have 2 cows.←
The State takes both and shoots you

You have 2 cows.
The State takes both, shoots one, milks the other, and then throws the milk away

You have two cows.
You sell one and buy a bull.
Your herd multiplies, and the economy grows.
You sell them and retire on the income

You have two cows.
You sell three of them to your publicly listed company, using letters of credit opened by  your brother-in-law at the bank, then execute a debt/equity swap with an associated general offer so that you get all four cows back, with a tax exemption for five cows.
The milk rights of the six cows are transferred via an intermediary to a Cayman Island Company secretly owned by the majority shareholder who sells the rights to all seven cows back to your listed company.
The annual report says the company owns eight cows, with an option on one more. You sell one cow to buy a new president of the United States , leaving you with nine cows. No balance sheet provided with the release.
The public then buys your bull.

You have two giraffes.
The government requires you to take harmonica lessons.

You have two cows.
You sell one, and force the other to produce the milk of four cows.
Later, you hire a consultant to analyze why the cow has dropped dead.

You have two cows. You borrow lots of euros to build barns, milking sheds, hay stores, feed sheds, dairies, cold stores, abattoir, cheese unit and packing sheds.
You still only have two cows.

You have two cows.
You go on strike, organise a riot, and block the roads, because you want three  cows.

You have two cows.
You redesign them so they are one-tenth the size of an ordinary cow and produce twenty times the milk.
You then create a clever cow cartoon image called a Cowkimona and market it worldwide.

You have two cows, but you don’t know where they are.
You decide to have lunch.

You have 5000 cows. None of them belong to you.
You charge the owners for storing them.

You have two cows.
You have 300 people milking them.
You claim that you have full employment, and high bovine productivity.
You arrest the newsman who reported the real situation.

You have two cows.
You worship them.

You have two cows.
Both are mad.

Everyone thinks you have lots of cows.
You tell them that you have none.
No-one believes you, so they bomb the ** out of you and invade your country.
You still have no cows, but at least you are now a Democracy.

You have two cows.
Business seems pretty good.
You close the office and go for a few beers to celebrate.

You have two cows.
The one on the left looks very attractive…

– Matthias Varga


Why OWS was a total failure and the Headline you will never see..

One of the reasons “Occupy Wall Street” failed is that nothing came out of it. They pooped on cop cars, smoked dope, had drum circles and blamed the rich for their lot in life. I have yet to see the headline: “In a surprise finish Occupy Wall Street candidate Joe LivesInMomsBasement beats 3 term senator Harry Thisiswhyweneedtermlimits for the Democratic nomination.” We will never, ever see this or anything even close to it.

The TEA (Taxed Enough Already) party is all about individual freedom, limited government, lower taxation, the Constitution, so it’s no wonder they’re a threat to the establishment, which is rapidly driving this country into the ground.   That is why the Water Carrier/Palace Guards of the left are in such demand right now. 

The Tea Party has come along and turned over a lot of the moneychanger’s tables, and sees a lot more that needs to be kicked on its fat ass. Of course, the money changers of both parties and all their partners benefiting from favorable legislation know this, so their “Prime Directive” is to destroy the Tea Party on a “Scorched Earth” basis.


New Blog Name

After little forethought, soul searching or discussion within myself, I have decided to rename this blog “The Liberal Bilge”.

Bilge Defined:
Bilge: Foolish or worthless talk or ideas; nonsense.

Bilge:  “If you like your doctor you can keep your doctor.”

Bilge:  “It was a badly made Anti-Muslim Video..”

Bilge:  “Army Sgt. Bowe Bergdahl is a war hero.”

Bilge:  “It was a couple of rogue agents in the Cincinnati office.”

Bilge: “Potential prosecution of the press for the disclosure of material” was not something he’s “ever been involved in, heard of, or would think would be wise policy.”

Bilge you can find it seeping off your local progressive/liberal..





Bill O’Reilly Talking Points 6/3/2014.

Part of transcript from “More trouble for the Obama Administration because of the Taliban negotiation”

 I found this part of “Talking Points” very disturbing and Mr. O’Reilly is absolutely correct in his analysis.

Bill%20OReilly%20ssSo last night I talked with someone who knows the inside story of the Obama White House. I have to keep the person’s identity secret but he told me that the President has come to the conclusion that his administration is not, not going to accomplish its goals.

 He knows the economy is not going to turn around. He no knows Obamacare is not going to be popular. And he understands that his job approval rating will likely remain below 50 percent. Therefore, according to this guy, the President has concluded that public opinion really doesn’t matter anymore. Thus, Mr. Obama is going to do what he wants to do and the consequences be damned. I believe that assessment is accurate.

 Just think about it. Why would you swap one alleged deserter because surely President Obama knows the guy left his unit voluntarily for five, five notorious war criminals? Why would anyone do that it simply doesn’t make sense because these Taliban guys will continue killing people. The war on terror remains in progress and thousands of people are dying all over the world even ardent pro-Obama supporters have got to be confused.

One final thing President Obama knows that at least half, half of the American public is totally disengaged from political reality. They don’t know anything. And they don’t care to know. Many live in a high tech bubble, lost in cyberspace. Caught up in their own selfish pursuits. Therefore, he knows the President does, that he can razzle-dazzle, make speeches and survive. That’s a big change in this country when you have half of the folks not caring a whit about what our leadership does. Apathy breeds corruption and incompetence, does it not?

Bottom line: The President no longer gives a shit about what he is doing and he hopes (and maybe prays) that there are enough low information voters whom are happy being in their own worlds of Game of Thrones, Dancing with the Stars and Grand Theft Auto 26 that whatever he does going forward won’t hurt the democratic vote in 2014 and 2016.

 And unfortunately President Obama is probably right about that assessment…

obama taliban truck



Paula’s Abortion Story…

If you are pro life, pro choice or at least human, this story will rip your heart out and throw it in the dumpster…

Paula Veit Fetter/Chicks on the Right

My Abortion Story

I grew up with an indifferent, depressed mother and a loving and fun father who was prone to fits of rage. I was a very well behaved child, eager to please, but some small thing would set him off and he would beat me mercilessly. He would tell me afterwards that if I wouldn’t misbehave he wouldn’t have to do that. He never apologized or made promises that it wouldn’t happen again. Outside of these episodes, he was very fun to be around, playful and funny, and I and everyone outside our family loved him. He could charm anyone, and I doubt anyone would have believed me if I told them what was happening. These mixed messages took their toll, of course, and I became rebellious as a teenager.

I found comfort in the beds of several boys, believing myself to be in love with any who showed me affection. I realize now, of course, that I was looking for love in all the wrong places, as the song goes. In 1976, at sixteen, I got pregnant by a boy I believed I was in love with. We wanted to get married and have our baby. When my father found out, he beat me until I was black and blue and took me to a clinic in a city about an hour from our small town to have an abortion. A doctor examined me and I told him I didn’t want an abortion-he said that was really the only option for someone my age. I spoke with a social worker and told her that my father had beaten me, I didn’t want an abortion, and I was afraid to go home with him because I knew he would hurt me. I showed her the bruises covering my body. She went to talk to him, then returned with him to the room I was in and said, “I will contact someone in your area that can help you, but for now your dad has promised not to hurt you and you need to go home with him.” He beat me in his truck the entire hour it took us to get home.

At home, he dragged me upstairs by my hair, threw me against a wall and said if I didn’t get an abortion, he would give me one himself, then hit me in the stomach. He started choking me and I felt myself passing out. At that point, my mother, who had just been watching while all this happened, told him he had to stop choking me or I would die. He stopped choking me but continued to hit and kick me. I endured his beatings for two days, waiting for the “person in my area who would help” to call. No one called. While my father was at work on the third day, I finally had my boyfriend take me to the county agency that was supposed to help. I told a caseworker what was going on and showed her my by now battered body and said I was not going home again. I asked why no one had contacted me like the social worker had said they would, but she just brushed me off, not really answering my question. She told me at that time that there were no programs in place to help someone my age if I continued with the pregnancy and I should get an abortion. I refused, and she finally placed me in a group home with troubled girls, one of whom was in custody because she had stabbed another girl. I was scared all the time that my father would come in the middle of the night to kill me. I barely slept at night because of fear while I was there.

I was assigned a local doctor for prenatal care who also recommended abortion. My boyfriend and I continued to see each other during this time and still talked of marriage. After I had been in the group home about three months, my boyfriend and a friend of his stole a car and were arrested. My case worker contacted me and told me my boyfriend told his lawyer he did not want to get married. I was hopeless at that point, and that night I took all my morning sickness pills in an effort to kill myself. This was not a cry for help, it was a real attempt-I thought the pills would kill me and I did not expect to wake up. I threw up all night and survived the attempt. The next day I called my case worker and told her I was ready to have an abortion, I didn’t feel like I had any other options.

I was four and a half months along at this point. I was so far along, I couldn’t go to a local clinic for the abortion, I had to go to a university hospital that would perform a mid-term abortion. Two weeks after my seventeenth birthday, at five months pregnant, I had a saline abortion. In this type of abortion, amniotic fluid is replaced with a saline solution that burns the baby inside and out. It induces labor, and a dead baby is delivered. I lived with guilt for years about what I had done. When I became a Christian, the guilt was nearly overwhelming, and I just knew God could never forgive me. I learned, in time, that God will even forgive abortion, and I was finally able to forgive myself.

It took me a very long time to figure out that every single adult I came in contact with, everyone with any ability to counsel me or help me, gave me NO options except abortion. No one was willing to help me have my baby, and no one ever suggested adoption. I had no parental support, no boyfriend, and had everyone on all sides telling me this was the solution. I think about the millions of babies that have been aborted in this country since abortion became legal, and I have a deep abiding sorrow and anger that people don‘t realize what a horrible thing it is to kill a baby. But I also wonder how many girls were like me and offered no real choice. How many of them live with guilt and regret that really belongs on the shoulders of the people put in place to help them? The guilt should belong to a society that tells women and girls that abortion is a good thing and is the best solution for an unplanned pregnancy.