You Have Two Cows

Up out of Bunker Joke Vault 1


FEUDALISM: You have two cows. Your lord takes some of the milk.

PURE SOCIALISM: You have two cows. The government takes them and puts them in a barn with everyone else’s cows. You have to take care of all the cows. The government gives you as much milk as you need.

BUREAUCRATIC SOCIALISM: You have two cows. The government takes them and puts them in a barn with everyone else’s cows. They are cared for by ex-chicken farmers. You have to take care of the chickens the government took from the chicken farmers. The government gives you as much milk and as many eggs as the regulations say you should need.

FASCISM: You have two cows. The government takes both, hires you to take care of them, and sells you the milk.

PURE COMMUNISM: You have two cows. Your neighbors help you take care of them, and you all share the milk.

RUSSIAN COMMUNISM: You have two cows. You have to take care of them, but the government takes all the milk.

DICTATORSHIP: You have two cows. The government takes both and shoots you.

SINGAPOREAN DEMOCRACY: You have two cows. The government fines you for keeping two unlicensed farm animals in an apartment.

MILITARIANISM: You have two cows. The government takes both and drafts you.

PURE DEMOCRACY: You have two cows. Your neighbors decide who gets the milk.

REPRESENTATIVE DEMOCRACY: You have two cows. Your neighbors pick someone to tell you who gets the milk.

AMERICAN DEMOCRACY: The government promises to give you two cows if you vote for it. After the election, the president is impeached for speculating in cow futures. The press dubs the affair “Cowgate”.

BRITISH DEMOCRACY: You have two cows. You feed them sheeps’ brains and they go mad. The government doesn’t do anything.

BUREAUCRACY: You have two cows. At first the government Regulates what you can feed them and when you can milk them. Then it pays you not to milk them. After that it takes both, shoots one, milks the other and pours the milk down the drain. Then it requires you to fill out forms accounting for the missing cows..

ANARCHY: You have two cows. Either you sell the milk at a fair price or your neighbors try to kill you and take the cows.

CAPITALISM: You have two cows. You sell one and buy a bull.

HONG KONG CAPITALISM: 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 associated general offer so that you get all four cows back, with a tax deduction for keeping five cows. The milk rights of six cows are transferred via a Panamanian intermediary to a Cayman Islands company secretly owned by the majority shareholder, who sells the rights to all seven cows’ milk back to the listed company. The annual report says that the company owns eight cows, with an option on one more. Meanwhile, you kill the two cows because the fung shiu is bad.

ENVIRONMENTALISM: You have two cows. The government bans you from milking or killing them.

FEMINISM: You have two cows. They get married and adopt a veal calf.

TOTALITARIANISM: You have two cows. The government takes them and denies they ever existed. Milk is banned.

COUNTER CULTURE: Wow, dude, there’s like… these two cows, man. You got to have some of this milk.

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

LIBERTARIANISM: You have two cows. One has actually read the constitution, believes in it, and has some really good ideas about government. The cow runs for office, and while most people agree that the cow is the best candidate, nobody except the other cow votes for her because they think it would be “throwing their vote away.”

Bunker Joke Vault 1   —  Bunker Joke Vault 2

An Ideological Paradox

Have you ever felt that you have reached a personal tipping point?  Being an old Soldier and also a veteran of the federal workforce, I still have a well functioning bovine scatology (BS) meter.  For months, it’s been redlined.

Not long ago, I asked what would be next when it comes to eradicating American history. Maybe I am slow to the table, but what I do understand is that the same people who want to remove all vestiges of the Confederate states from our history are not new.  They are also offended by the American Flag, The Star Spangled Banner, The Pledge of Allegiance, Christianity, our Constitution, and any person with the audacity to differ with their world view.  It is this group of world citizens that claim diversity and tolerance as their mantle.

They also question the legitimacy of our country.  Our Declaration and Constitution after all were written by rich white slave owners.  So brainwashed and idealistically hardened, they simply cannot see how this country has overcome so many internal issues, have buried more than a million Americans who fought wars from the Revolution to the present day so people could have the freedom, among other freedoms, to peacefully gather and protest.  They do not know or care that Americans have died in the name of freedom and saved millions of lives around the world.  They are ignorant of or simply do not care that America is the most generous nation that ever existed.  When you cannot see any good anywhere, how could you ever hope to recognize evil?  When it reaches this point, evil is often committed in the name of doing good.  Real history teaches us that never quite works out.

These protestors call themselves antifascists.  It is just one more indicator of their under education and over indoctrination by a collection of hippie college professors.  If they were moderately educated they would know that fascism desires to eradicate any opposing views.  They cry out for freedom of speech, yet riot when someone with a differing view wants to speak.  They call people who do not think as they do Nazis.  They are either purposely ignorant of history or stupid.  Or both.  Otherwise they would know that riots and physical attacks at opposition gatherings was a tactic of Hitler’s brown shirts.  The brown shirts, however, didn’t wear ski masks and pepper spray women half their size.  But, our “antifascists”, have yet to mature into outright murder.

So what happens when people finally tire of being attacked by mind numbed and often paid for brown shirts?  What happens is that people in real America, which to my knowledge does not exist on most college campuses or in most major cities, continue to devastate the brown shirts’ supporting political party on Election Day.  The more marginalized a political party becomes the more radical it becomes and so it is also with the media.

In the Middle East and North Africa, the Islamic State and aligned groups of murderers are wiping out Christian communities dating back to Biblical times and destroying ancient Christian structures and artifacts.  They are working hard toward eradicating history they do not like, except they have taken it to the extremes.  They have matured beyond pepper spray, breaking windows, setting fires, and destroying police cars.

Here in the land of the free, we are slightly more sophisticated.  Dead people seem to pop up around some political figures, but we are more into media and political assassination.  The whole Russian farce is the prime example.  I wrote about it before.  The table is now set for the new Special Counsel who will be dutifully led to the long before planted evidence completing the coup and the political assassination.  If this band of progressives and communists succeed, they will be even more emboldened.  They need not fear a challenge from establishment republicans.  Why wouldn’t they continue to re-write America’s history as they have for decades now demanding removal of the parts they do like and does not fit with their views – of the America they want not the one that is?

A nation without a history or history that is not true to the facts is not a nation or it is a nation without foundation.  It is a conglomeration of warring ideologies that will someday take it beyond words.

© 2017 J. D. Pendry

Memorial Day

 

In honor of the men and women of our Armed Forces who served and sacrificed for our great nation, a poetry tribute from the Bunker Poetry page:

Russ “Poetrooper” Vaughn Poetry
That Ragged Old Flag

The ‘Eathen 

Dog Faced Soldier
In Flanders Fields 

The Ballad of the Green Beret
Fiddlers’ Green – GarryOwen

Charge of the Light Brigade
A Soldier’s Christmas

Audie Murphy – Warrior Poet
The Final Inspection

Visit the poetry page for original poetry from Serving Members, Veterans and others.  Take time to thank God for the brave souls who gallantly served us.

JD’s Retirement Woes

Up out of the Bunker Archives 1998-99

I went on the retired rolls October 1, 1999.  When General Reimer was Army Chief of Staff he would send out memos to his staff title Random Thoughts While Running.  Naturally those filtered out to the troops and I read a few.  So I stole his idea – sort of.  In the time leading up to retirement to several months after, I wrote about some experiences intending to tell those headed for retirement what to expect.    It was nothing earth shattering but that section of the Bunker is restored.  The restoration project is time consuming, but I predict I will be done before the Republican Congress accomplishes anything.

Garden Party
Thoughts While Krogering
Thoughts While Painting the Basement
Thoughts While Sitting at the DMV
My Compliments to Your Wife
Thoughts While Staring at My Decapitated Clock
Thoughts While On Hold With the AVRS
Thoughts While Actually Running
Thoughts While Teaching Drill
Thoughts While Looking in the Mirror
Thoughts While Sitting on the Back Porch

Fishing in the right spot?

Sometimes I have a  burning introspective  question to answer.  As often as it happens, the more I ponder the question the farther away I get from answering it.  Instead new questions emerge such as:  Is there an answer?  Do I really want to know the answer?

In the book of Luke, Jesus instructs the fishermen to put their boat out in to deeper water and again drop their nets.  The fishermen told Jesus that they had been out all night and had caught nothing, but still they did as He told them.  When they cast their nets as Jesus instructed, the catch was so large that it threatened to sink their boat and tear up their nets.  They had to call others to help them haul it in.

Each summer, I used to take week long fishing trips with my brothers.  At least I did until my favorite Uncle Sam sent me to Germany.  We spent 7 straight years there on the first trip. Our fishing trips sort of petered out.  We fished for everything.  Bass, Muskie, Walleye… sometimes though, we would just find a likely spot to anchor the boat and lazily fish for Crappie.  All you need is a thermos of coffee and a bucket of Crappie minnows, a rig with a single small split shot sinker and a small hook.  It is also helpful if you know where the fish are.  Crappie fishing is not a great challenge.  You cast the line and let it drift and if something doesn’t hit it you reel it in and toss in another spot.  Continue that until you catch one.  Crappies are not loners and they never stop feeding.  Once you locate them, you reel them in until the coffee and minnows run out.  Generally, we were successful filling our basket and ultimately our coolers with a great pan fish with which to stock the freezer.

Interesting things happen when you are successful.  After a couple of good catches, people will actually follow you to “the spot.”  Then they will haul out their rigs of bobbers and hooks and gigantic sinkers and “Crappie jigs”, and they’ll make noise in the boat and catch nothing.  All of this while they were watching us fill our basket.  Eventually, some would start casting their lines near our boat.  They would bang their big ole sinkers on the side of our boat and sometimes tangle our lines.  They tried everything and still didn’t catch any fish.  The problem was that they were not fishing were the fish were or using the proper rig.

When done, we would haul up our full basket for everyone to see.  Haul up the anchor and head back to the campsite where we would fry some Crappie.  As we were leaving, some would actually try to reposition their boats into the spot where we were anchored thinking that was the answer.  It’s not where the boat sits.  It’s where you cast your line.  Of course it also helps if you don’t knock the fish out with your giant sinker.

For me, that is a valuable life lesson applicable to any endeavor.  Am I fishing in the right spot?  I have been fooling around with this website for a lot of years.  Sometimes, it is all too plain that along with a bazillion others I too often fish in a crowded hole – banging my sinkers off the side of someone else’s boat.   It is like all of the local talk radio types holding out hope that someday they’ll be Rush Limbaugh.

My spot is not where others are anchored nor in their wake.  My spot is writing about whatever is laid on my heart.  Fishing in the spot where I feel led.  I will stick to that.  Maybe I can fill the basket without getting my line tangled.

© 2017 J. D. Pendry