I’ve been browsing the Internet again and something hit me. As the wave of political unrest sweeps the world, some current middle-eastern leaders face the very real prospect of joining the ranks of deposed leaders, such as Egypt’s Hosni Mubarak, the feeling of deja vu kept hitting me.

During such times, I could not help but remember a movie from the 1980′s, called “Big Trouble in Little China.” While browsing the net, I could swear I saw the bad guy from that movie right across the front of Drudge Report this week. Muslim Brotherhood indeed … these two certainly seem to be separated at birth:

Having been a part of the Internet since its earlier days, well before an internet connection was in fashion and, in fact, back when you had to use external modems the size of a shoebox, I’ve seen many things come and go. During the time I have spent here, it never ceases to amaze me how things are constantly changing, some for the better, others for worse.

Many are familiar with the Internet’s dark side, the spammers, the viruses and the sites you dare not visit while the boss is looking. Of course, as the Internet made this amazing shift from a nerd’s toy into the engine of commerce that it now is, those with malevolent motives wrote their exploits trying to earn a quick dollar or their fifteen minutes of fame.

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Tags: Barracuda, blocked email, junk email, Lost email, Spam filter, spammers

For some reason, I find myself restless tonight. Perhaps this has something to do with yesterday’s events where I spoke with many people.

First, I spoke with a friend and local business owner about how I saw things in the future, those familiar with this blog know that I expect the future to hold some very inconvenient events.

Yesterday evening, I found myself at the Alpharetta Golden Coral for a meeting with the Atlanta Pet Chickens group, which has now grown to be the largest regional poultry club in the country. I became curious about what led most people to the meeting that night, many said their fears of our economic future had led them to choose chickens as pets in order to have access to low cost food staples, mainly eggs. Ironically, this too is what has led me to join and to attend the meeting last evening.

Last night, knowing I needed to be in Cartersville, I decided to get a nearby hotel room in order to get a jump start on the day. As I lay there trying to sleep, I listened to WGST in Atlanta, I heard Alex Jones on the air. Normally, I think Alex leans a bit to the tinfoil hat side, however; today I am beginning to wonder if he’s onto some things. Read the rest of this entry »

Tags: Article 10, budget deficit, chip implant, Obama Stimulus, RFID, Socialism, Sovereignty, USSA

Kudzu is green,
my dog’s name is Blue
And I’m so lucky
to have a sweet thang like you.

Yore hair is like cornsilk
a-flapping in the breeze.
Softer than Blue’s
And without all them fleas.

You move like the bass,
Which excite me in May.
You ain’t got no scales
But I luv you anyway.

You’re as graceful as okry
Jist a-dancin’ in the pan.
Yo’re as fragrant as SunDrop
Right out of the can.

You have all yore teeth,
For which I am proud;
I hold my head high
When we’re in a crowd.

On special occasions,
When you shave yore armpits,
Well, I’m in hawg heaven,
I’m plumb outta my wits.

Still them fellers at work
They all want to know,
What I did to deserve
Such a purty, young doe.

Like a good roll of duct tape
Yo’re there fer yore man,
To patch up life’s troubles
And stick ‘em in the can.

Yo’re as strong as a four-wheeler
Racin’ through the mud,
Yet fragile as that sanger
Named Naomi Judd.

Yo’re as cute as a junebug
A-buzzin’ overhead.
You ain’t mean like no fire ant
Upon which I oft’ tread.

Cut from the best pattern
Like a flannel shirt of plaid,
You sparked up my life
Like a Rattletrap shed.

When you hold me real tight
Like a padded gunrack,
My life is complete;
Ain’t nuttin’ I lack.

Yore complexion, it’s perfection,
Like the best vinyl sidin’.
Despite all the years,
Yore age, it keeps hidin’.

And when you get old
Like a ’57 Chevy,
Won’t put you on blocks
And let grass grow up heavy.

Me ‘n’ you’s like a Moon Pie
With a RC cold drank,
We go together
Like a skunk goes with stank.

Some men, they buy chocolate
For Valentine’s Day;
They git it at Wal-Mart,
It’s romantic that way.

Some men git roses
On that special day
From the cooler at Kroger.
“That’s impressive,” I say.

Some men buy fine diamonds
From a flea market booth.
“Diamonds are forever,”
They explain, suave and couth.

But for this man, honey,
These will not do.
For you are too special,
You sweet thang you.

I got you a gift,
Without taste nor odor,
Better than diamonds
it’s a new trollin’ motor!

Happy Valentines Day

Tags: redneck love, redneck poem, Valentines Day

‘Twas the night before Christmas and Santa’s a wreck…
How to live in a world that’s so politically correct?
His workers no longer would answer to “Elves”.
“Vertically Challenged” they were calling themselves.

And labor conditions at the North Pole,
Were alleged by the union to stifle the soul.
Four reindeer had vanished, without much propriety,
Released to the wilds by the Humane Society.
And equal employment had made it quite clear,
That Santa had better not use just reindeer.
So Dancer and Donner, Comet and Cupid,
Were replaced with 4 pigs, and you know that looked stupid!

The runners had been removed from his sleigh;
The ruts were termed dangerous by the E.P.A.
And people had started to call for the cops,
When they heard sled noises on their roof-tops.
Second-hand smoke from his pipe had his workers quite frightened.
His fur trimmed red suit was called “Unenlightened.”

And to show you the strangeness of life’s ebbs and flows,
Rudolf was suing over unauthorized use of his nose,
And had gone on Geraldo, in front of the nation,
Demanding millions in over-due compensation.

So, half of the reindeer were gone; and his wife,
Who suddenly said she’d enough of this life,
Joined a self-help group, packed, and left in a whiz,
Demanding from now on her title was Ms.

And as for the gifts, why, he’d ne’er had a notion,
That making a choice could cause so much commotion.
Nothing of leather, nothing of fur,
Which meant nothing for him. And nothing for her.
Nothing that might be construed to pollute.
Nothing to aim. Nothing to shoot.
Nothing that clamored or made lots of noise.
Nothing for just girls. Or just for the boys.
Nothing that claimed to be gender specific.
Nothing that’s warlike or non-pacific.
No candy or sweets…they were bad for the tooth.

Nothing that seemed to embellish a truth.
And fairy tales, while not yet forbidden,
Were like Ken and Barbie, better off hidden.
For they raised the hackles of those psychological,
Who claimed the only good gift was one ecological.
No baseball, no football…someone could get hurt;
Besides, playing sports exposed kids to dirt.
Dolls were said to be sexist, and should be passe;
And Nintendo would rot your entire brain away.

So Santa just stood there, disheveled, perplexed;
He just could not figure out what to do next.
He tried to be merry, tried to be gay,
But you’ve got to be careful with that word today.
His sack was quite empty, limp to the ground;
Nothing fully acceptable was to be found.

Something special was needed, a gift that he might,
Give to all without angering the left or the right.
A gift that would satisfy, with no indecision,
Each group of people, every religion;
Every ethnicity, every hue,
Everyone, everywhere…even you.
So here is that gift, it’s price beyond worth…
“May you and your loved ones enjoy peace on earth.”

Tags: politically correct Christmas

Sure, things on the stock market and across the economy seem bleak as the government has promised to spend $7.6 trillion dollars to prevent a 1.144 quadrillion derivatives implosion. Remember, however, that America is the land of opportunity where enterprising minds are always developing new solutions to the problems we face.

It should be well noted that none of these enterprising minds seem to be working on Wall Street, which we might as well call Wal-Mart Street with the current price of stocks, nor are these innovative minds members of Congress. Consider the following playlist of videos, Money as Debt, which shows the error of fractional reserve economics.

“Everything that is really great and inspiring is created by the individual who can labor in freedom.”
- Albert Einstein

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Tags: alternate currencies, Barter Economy, gold standard, money as debt, survival preparedness, Surviving the Depression

For some months, I have been writing my thoughts on what has been happening around the world both politically and economically. Surely the motto for the past year must be, “If anything can go wrong, it will.”

The day before Thanksgiving, on November 26th, I warned FallenRepublic’s readers about the dangers of Credit Default Swaps. This, unfortunately, seems only to be the tip of the iceberg. There are many more items out there, with financial dollar amounts making the CDS catastrophe seem small as a mouse in a warehouse. For those who have not read my previous commentary on the dangerous nature of Credit Default Swaps, here is a most useful video explaining the problem and quantifying the CDS portion thereof.

Now, this is not the only problem. As I stated before, CDS were only the tip of the iceberg, tipping in at a whopping $50-60 trillion dollars. You normally would not look at $60,000,000,000,000.00 and find it to be a trivial figure, however; you have not yet seen how large the problem actually is. In the following article, I wish to describe the issues directly facing us financially which do explain Washington, D.C.’s haste to prevent bank failures.

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Tags: bailout, Bank failure, Credit Default Swap, Derivatives, Ecuador, emerging economy

Once again, I was browsing online, checking Drudgereport.com for the latest news when I saw a photo that looked very familiar. You see, the Russians are in Venezuela cozying up to Hugo Chavez, who I am convinced has a shoe size larger than his IQ. I started wondering who Russian President, Dmitry Medvedev reminded me of and then it hit me …

All of this also reminded me of an old story … Read the rest of this entry »

Tags: Dmitry Medvedev, his face rings a bell, Mr. Bean, Separated at Birth

If I remember correctly, it was Dwight D. Eisenhower who once said, “Things are more like they are today than they have ever been before.” That, in fact, is why I choose to write today.

Following some of the news stories and taking some recommendations from friends about what to write in recent days, I decided to explore the health of society itself. Such topics are not usual for me to share in writing, however; given these interesting times in which we live, the greatest wrong may be to say nothing at all.

Some of what I write today, I learned from unusual sources, such as my pets like Tiny (pictured here in a Hibiscus pot). There is something simple about an animal, a simplicity that we humans seem to lack, things like unconditional loyalty and love (although some debate whether an animal can love). Some reading this have never owned a pet, for those, this may seem disjointed and nostalgic, however, to the rest of us who can easily recognize such loyalties in the eyes, meows or barks of our pets as they greet us when we arrive. Read the rest of this entry »

Tags: brink of collapse, Society