Old Man wound up like a damn Texas Rolex.
In the many Motels I occupy from night to night.
If said abodes are equipped with an actual functioning 'Mr. Click' my first stop on the t.v. media thang iz Fox Newz.
Dark Dark Brew Lighting me up like a direct Napalm hit.
Yeah.
Fox Newz. Lucky Fuckin You.
Oh.
To Ya All who tell me.
Constantly;
"Ryan. I love to death your written word.
But Ryan, your language at times regarding your cursing diminishes your relevancy".
Hmmm.
Like Dis.
Dark Dark Coffee.
Top Menthol Rollies.
My Marine Officer Mouth.
Suttle As Honey I Have Been Told.
The above my only Vices.
Forever.
Booze.
Drugz.
Hoez.
Never Been My Thang.
That Said.
My Dirty Nasty Curse Inflicted Mouth Has Become Much More Refined In The Regard That I Am Actually Cursing Less.
I'll jump into over drive non disclaimer that the only reason for this Far Flung Epiphany is the shear challenge of it all.
I like challenges.
On my Terms.
That said.
You who come at me with your over reaching influence directing me down your PC Infested Freeway.
All Due Respect.
Like Dis.
I am absolutely Da Fuck Sick of Prefacing.
Ya All Don't Like My Curse Mouth.
Solution.
Resolution.
Get The Fuck Off My Blog.
Now.
Today.
No Hard Feelings.
Or
I know.
I know.
Grandma Sullivan.
I don't know shit from shinola.
Maybe Ya All have caught the vibe.
Quite possibly following that low hanging vapor trail.
Regarding this blog.
The Political Train Dun Pulled Out Da Station.
To that I say Thank You Great God Oh Lord Almighty Jesus Christ.
Who I Love Like Nothin Else.
For me.
Politics iz like that Dirty Mattress left out in the desert sun.
Seemingly all iz well.
Until some Slum Lord passes by in hiz Dodge 350 beat to shit pick-up.
Extended Cab.
Faded Paint hood.
Slummy Slum Lord decides to load this mattress piece of crap into the muddied bed of hiz beat to shit Dodge Pick-up.
This dust laden piece of rest and sleep device crap.
Oh lets not forget the dormant ready to suck human blood Bed Bugs.
Ready, Willin and Able to suck the first sign of human blood. Politicians who actually on every level, regarding my own opinion of them, mirror exactly these blood suckin vermin.
On every conceivable level.
This is today and always the connotation I receive regarding politicians.
Blood Sucking Whores.
Bought and Sold For One Thin Dime Embedded In The Hot Steamy Tarmac.
Their own Mothers Fleshy Hides to Be Sold On The South Side In A Lickety Second If It Means More Votes In Their Whore Gotten Wayz.
If all that was not enough.
I am than catapulted into this zone where politicians are nothing but Smoke.
Frag Meat if you will in the sense of dissipating smoke left behind on the 50 Caliber Rifle Range At Marine Base Camp
Pendleton.
In other words.
Politicians.
Your Bed Bug Presence Presents me with a visual, one of course that I would not even consider for a scintilla of a nano thought of carrying out.
That you Mr. and Ms. Politicians have long ago, through Lies and Deception lost your Earth Privileges.
Hence Forth Bitches.
Ya All Smoke.
That said.
Billy O.
O'Rielly.
Yeah Irish.
The American Dream is less than a small annoying smudge on the rear-view.
People stretched beyond all clocked residue of any and all Biological, Physiological sense.
Barely hanging on to purpose once so outlined in stone.
The Presidents 'Body Man' Reggie Love daily, having a hard time procuring the Presidents Prime Time Drug of choice for the simple fact that baking soda is now a vanishing commodity.
Really.
What Cha All want from Barry O?
Hiz Front Man status reduced to fragments of Hiz use to be.
Even Ayers and Dorhn reduced to corrupt crying bitch stained tears.
Really.
Whatz left.
From the desert to the mountains.
Women possessing huge brains and very large titz pursue me until I can no longer find the speed necessary to successfully out run these Pretty Possessive Gazels.
Tackled.
Smacked Up.
Brought Down.
Begging for mercy.
My cries less than whimpering whispers.
And the Argentinian Beauty.
Her Whore Sharp Talons Sunk Deep Beyond My Vessels. Letting Blood As She So Ever Successfully Continues The Onslaught and Rape Of My Stacks($).
Reducing me from motel to motel.
Until Da Street is my most comfortable adobe for the simple fact of the simple fact.
Her small dick White Boy Husband a much powerful Player in the Governmental Play of Deathly Passion.
The entire scheme of all hiz things.
Perpetrating court house Hi-jinks against stacks I am not yet even aware of.
Requiring me to lay out bukoo in Blood Sucking Schiester Attorney fee's that I can not even begin to calculate.
So my only recourse regarding my insane insanity is to let this perpetration of illegal dirt to continue for the simple fact that the actual realty iz just too too much too even begin to deal with.
And The Lord God Almighty insists on waking me da fuck up on a daily basis to the only point left regarding this journey down this treacherous never ending freeway is the joy and happiness I receive laying down the words that comprise this insane diatribe.
Lucky Fuckin Me.
Now. On To The World.
Yo.
Kanya.
West.
Like Dis.
Bitch.
You can't stand Da Heat get da fuck out Da kitchen Candy Ass Cry Baby Bitch.
You just another Spoiled Rich Bitch riding the coat tails of your Momz.
Fuck You.
Bitch.
You surely just got raped.
Faggot.
All you fuckin idiots who slam money into this Bitches pockets.
Fuck you too.
Yo.
Kanya.
Bring your Crying Candy Ass Bitch Self down here to the desert.
I'll pimp you on the South Side.
Now.
You have surely been properly raped.
Bitch.
Enough of you Faggot.
You sicken me.
Kidz left in cars.
I can not even for the life of me relate to this.
I hear my own Kidz, almost to the age of 12 years old;
"Daddy.
I'm almost 12.
Pleezeeeeeeeeeee.
Stop holding my hands every where we go. Your embarrassing me".
Myself in response;
"I hear Ya. I even feel Ya. Thing is. I would much rather embarrass you than bury you".
Feel Me?
Kiddies?
So far?
Semper Fi My Beauties.
Since We On Da Subject.
Wouldn't Kill Ya All To Hit Up Da Old Man Every Now And Then.
Oh.
It Would?
More Stacks($) Out Da Window. LOL.
Anywho.
That is all I have to state regarding this, the latest of yet another American Society ClusterFuck.
Benghazi.
I wrote regarding this Murderous Treasonous Tragedy over two years ago.
I will reiterate.
Barack Obama.
Hillary Clinton.
Ya All Guilty and Complicit as can be in this Complete Dereliction of Duty on every level.
The Murder of four American Officials in hostile as dangerous as can be.
Asking.
Pleading.
Begging for more ground security.
Only to fall on Deaf Treasonous Anti American Ears.
Nothing new for you Hillary.
Just more murderous blood dripping off your pudgy pork like fingers.
No biggy.
Right Mr. President?
Just your ongoing continuous role in the complete destruction of America.
Right Mr. Muslim Communist Anti American Terrorist?
Really.
What possibly more is there to say regarding all this?
The American Media Will Never Ever Tell This Country The Truth.
Bad For Ratings and Advertisers.
Yeah Fox Newz
I throw Ya All into this lack and complete dereliction of duty.
The Tail End
In The Stats Department
The Middle East Is Blowin Up Da Swamp
I'm Hittin The Translator Like A Maniac
For Sure
Ya All Da Beautiful Best
I Ain't Gonna Lie
Russia Up In A Tight Second
For Sure Russia Ain't No Ones Bitch
Amazing
France and Singapore Standing Tall
America
Ya All Still Hold First Place
Not By Much
Quite Possibly I'm Read In The USA By A Large Audience Of Bloods
Da Middle East Lookin To Smoke Ya All
No Pun Intended
Hmmm
Charles Krauthammer
Thankx For The Read Brother
From What I Understand You Been A Fan For A While
I'm Both Humbled and Honored Sir
Be Careful Though Sir You Know
Keep It On Da Down Low
People Will Start Talkin
Some Author On I Believe Meghan Kelly' Show Last Night
On and On Regarding 'Smoking ISIS'
Sir. You Either A Marine Or You Hanging In Da Swamp
Yeah.
Da Swamp
Bigga Then Exxon Oil
World Damn Wide
To All You Beautiful Best Peep's Who Add Me In Your Circles and Send Comments
God Bless Ya All
Who Ever Your Beautiful God Is
Not Being All Up Into The Social Media Thang Due
To My Lack Of Knowledge Pertaining To The In's and Outs
Total My Bad
Approaching 5000 Comments
I'm Swamped In Da Swamp
This Lady Was Supposed To Take All That Over
She Had The Fast Yakatey Yak Gonna Do All Dat.
White Girl Never Showed Up
What Else Is New
Thank Ya All
The Beautiful Best Globe Corner To Globe Corner
Miles and Miles of Swamp Love Ya All
Ryan. Out.
I find the following article very interesting for the simple fact that this ongoing venture perpetrated by South America is finally at the point where the United States is actually defenseless in this self imposed war on drugs.
Honestly.
At this point I believe that the only resolve for The United States is two division of Marines to straighten all this out.
This of course is on the cyclopean way far side of any realty for the fact that this countries President is complicit in the way that what is taking place is on his table of blue prints to bring down once and for all America.
Say and think whatever you choose.
In this case truth is a very frightening realty.
July 8th, 2014
11:57 AM ET
Drug cartels are causing a refugee crisis
By Ted Galen Carpenter, Special to CNN
Editor’s note: Ted Galen Carpenter, a senior fellow at the Cato
Institute, is the author of nine books on international affairs,
including The Fire Next Door: Mexico’s Drug Violence and the Danger to America. The views expressed are his own.Officials in the United States might be tempted to view the disturbing surge in young refugees as simply a border security issue. But the problem is far more complex than that – the drug cartels are now major players in Central American countries, driving vulnerable populations northward to the United States to enhance their own profits.
And America’s hardline prohibitionist drug war is only making things worse.
Although the growing power of the cartels is not the only factor accounting for this crisis, Secretary of Homeland Security Jeh Johnson suggested in congressional testimony that the “push factor” of violence is important.
Drug gangs have gained control of major chunks of Central America, making honest economic activity perilous. Teenagers especially have few options if they are not willing to work for the drug lords. As Caitlin Dickson noted in the Daily Beast, for example, “by making these countries so dangerous and virtually unlivable for its poorest citizens, the cartels have effectively created an incentive for people to flee, thereby providing themselves with more clientele for their human smuggling business.”
Since the cartels have seized control of human smuggling routes through Mexico, often charging refugees several thousand dollars for passage, the flood of undocumented immigrants significantly supplements the revenue that the drug gangs have long enjoyed from trafficking in illegal drugs. Would-be immigrants who can’t pay are pressed into service to carry drugs into the United States. And the surge of unaccompanied minors helps distract the already strained U.S. Border Patrol, making it easier for the drug lords to avoid having their products intercepted.
All of these problems have been building for years. As the Mexican government stepped up its attacks on the cartels, drug kingpins began moving many of their operations into Central America as early as 2008. Such geographic displacement is a recurring problem with the prohibitionist strategy directed against illegal drugs. Since the drug trade is illegal, its practice in the black market is enormously profitable, and traffickers go to great lengths to maintain their power and market share. Whenever pressure mounts in one arena, they simply relocate to another jurisdiction where the risks and problems are, at least temporarily, less imposing.
Central American countries already had some of the highest homicide rates in the world, but the arrival of the Mexican cartels has made a bad situation even worse. Drug gang turf fights that plagued Mexico over the past decade are now being played out with increasing frequency and ferocity in its southern neighbors. And the same gruesome trophies, especially severed heads, are now showing up with greater frequency as well, increasing the incentive for honest and vulnerable young people to leave.
Already by December 2010, Guatemalan President Álvaro Colom had declared a “state of siege” in Alta Verapaz, an especially violent province near the border with Mexico, contending that the Zetas had overrun that province. Another Guatemalan official later asserted that the cartel controlled three other states – nearly half of Guatemala’s territory. Kevin Casas-Zamora, a former vice president of Costa Rica and later a fellow at the Brookings Institution, has cited cartel dominance in a large northern region known as the Petén. “The Zetas have roadblocks there,” he has noted. “You can only enter the Petén if the Zetas allow you to.”
Similar developments took place in Honduras. Journalists reported how traffickers dominated the rural portions of the country, including Colon Province. The reputed local drug kingpin traveled the area freely, but ordinary farmers were fleeing the province in droves, and the local press had become wary about reporting on cartel activities. By nearly all accounts, the power of the cartels and the extent of drug-related violence in both Guatemala and Honduras remain at extremely high levels.
Advocates of drug policy reform in the United States and Latin America, including former presidents of Mexico, Colombia, and Honduras – and the current president of Uruguay – point out that the current prohibitionist approach to illegal drugs empowers and enriches criminal cartels. Former Mexican President Felipe Calderon for his part seemed to imply back in 2011 that decriminalization of drugs might “annul the stratospheric profits of the criminals.”
But the reality is that unless we heed those warnings, we will continue to see the truly disturbing effects of prohibition, whether in the form of violence in Latin America or a refugee crisis along the U.S.-Mexico border.
