Creative Outlet

People seem to like the Republican Underground idea, so anyone want to start work on like a logo? I’m thinking something like the words “Republican Underground” over the kanji for Ronin and maybe fit a 1911 and “WOLVERINES!!!” in there somewhere. Just a thought; I’m not much for graphics design so maybe you have better ideas.

Anyway, as the defacto leader of the Republican Party, I’ll put more meat on the new direction for Republicans tomorrow.

BTW, I know some people have been arguing about the name, but it has to have Republican in it. This is about winning elections, which means schlepping the Republican Party along with us whichever way we go.

Martin Luther King

“I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.”

Just for the record, we’re still not close to Martin Luther King’s ideal. The Obama voters were a mix of people judging him on the color of his skin and the more enlightened who judged him neither on the color of his skin or the content of his character since there was no content of his character to judge. They just really really hoped he’ll be a good president despite not have no evidence to back that up.

Still, you could say the election choice was made about as stupidly as usual, often without regard to race. That might be progress.

Republican Underground

Obviously, I am now the defacto leader of the Republican Party. Others will claim to be leaders, but they are false leaders. They will lead you to the land of squishy principles and pork spending where death awaits. But we are the true Republicans — The Republican Underground!

With the Democrats controlling the White House and Congress, they are not going to cut taxes. Money is power, and they want more power. They’re going to come for your money, my money, Joe the Plumber’s money, little Timmy’s money… everyone’s money. And then they’re going to spend our hard earned money on whatever the dirty smelly hippies want.

And only we can stop it.

The new symbol of the Republican party is the 1911.

A gun is the proper symbol of freedom. It’s scary, dangerous in the wrong hands, oddly beautiful, and any real man treasures it as a prized possession.

We are now against all spending that isn’t defense related. If it doesn’t help kill foreigners, you can spend your own money on it, bitch.

BTW, that’s our new slogan: “Pay for it with your own money, bitch.”

All taxes are too high. All of them. I don’t know what the proper taxation level is; I just know it’s way lower than the current one. We are against all new taxes like we are against injecting ourselves with the Ebola virus, and we want all taxes cut just like we want tumors excised.

In America, power isn’t all about who has political office. That’s the way it was made. And every two years a third of the Senate and the entire House of Representative is up for reelection, and they won’t have some pretty shiny thing drawing idiots to the polls in 2010. Don’t think that won’t be on their mind when they first get the chance to pull the trigger on some radical bill. If President Bush can slap around Democrat majorities, then we can.

We will cut taxes. We will stop spending. We will protect our borders. We will kill terrorists. We will protect our freedoms. We will get to carry firearms wherever we damn well please. We will punch hippies whenever we feel like it (which is always). We will use nuclear ordinance against our natural satellite.

We are the Republican Underground, and we can’t be stopped!

So What?

I know a lot of you are worried about the military now that they have to serve under Barack Obama, but here’s what my brother, Joe foo’ the Marine, said last night: “I joined under Clinton. I served under Bush. I’ll serve under Obama. So what?”

A lot of time, “So what?” is the most conservative position.

…it’s not my position, though; I have a blog to run. Still, everyone man-up enough to at least not freak out. We’ll get through this, but not with a bunch of emotions. Those are for girls and liberals.

Mr. President

George Washington looked through his leveling instrument when he heard the sound of hoofs. He looked up, and saw the rider approaching.

A small cloud of dust rose, tracing the path the rider was taken down the dirt road that worked its way through the plantation.

It was wonderful here. He appreciated the life he had now. Was it life? He wasn’t sure. He didn’t care. He simply enjoyed it.

The rider pulled up.

“Mr. President,” the rider said, tipping his hat.

“Mr. President,” Washington replied, returning the salute.

“Are you going to see the results of the election?” John Adams, the rider, asked.
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