More Liberal/Progressive/Democrat Hypocrisy in Nevada?

I love it when an Ultra-Liberal Newspaper like the Mercury News (and dozens of others) attempt to school all of us on family values.  I love it when Liberals discuss values and then immediately turn around and attempt to defend the Clintons and Obamas with great gusto. They also defend policies, regulations, and laws that do nothing for the people, but further the progressive agenda that will ultimately result in complete split between the elite class, and the plebian servants.

Let’s get something straight… There is no such thing as Liberal/Progressive/Democrat Values. This group as a whole, practices a form of “Moral Ambivalence” or Moral Relativism.” In other words, “What’s good for you, is good for you, and what is good for me, is good for me.” Liberals have NO Values and NO Moral Absolutes. So, for the ULTRA LIBERAL Mercury News to write such a slanted report just cracks me up.

Dennis Hof is NOT a pimp. He is the owner of the Moonlight Bunny Ranch which is a legal, state licensed, brothel in Nevada. He is also an author, university lecturer, and reality TV Star. He is a business man and follows all the rules, regulations, and laws of the state of Nevada and provides a service. The women who work at the Bunny Ranch work of their own free will, can leave at any time, are paid EXTRAORDINARY WAGES, have full benefits, and are also licensed by the State. Had Dennis Hof run as a Democrat, He would be hailed as a CHAMPION of women’s rights and for allowing women full rights to “Use their bodies as they see fit.”

Mr. Hof decide to run for office for many of the same reasons as President Trump. HE CAN’T BE BOUGHT.  Mr. Hof has made enough money, been successful across many different businesses, and amassed a degree of wealth that shields him from the slings and arrows of lobbyists and donators.  I have personally never been to the Bunny Ranch, and at my age, I probably will never go. But Mr. Hof is running a very responsible and legal business. However, I do hope that President Trump comes to Nevada and helps campaign and fund-raise for Dennis Hof. If for no other reason than to continue to expose the Liberal/Progressive/Democrat HYPOCRISY in America.

Here is the link to the original article:  Dennis Hof wins Nevada GOP Primary

#MAGA #WakeUpAmerica

Stop the (WATER) INSANITY!

This is an open letter to President Trump, California’s Republican Representatives, John Cox (Republican Candidate for Governor), and all other elected and appointed officials who have not gone complete insane over global climate change and water in California…

It’s time to STOP THE INSANITY! Liberal Democrats, from Gov. Jerry Brown on down, are hell bent on destroying the California Economy, our way of life, and our ability to maintain healthful communities by further restricting water use in the state.  Prior to the introduction of AB 1668, the California Legislature had already reduced the availability of water to the point where many of our Farms, Construction Firms, and Recreation Companies were forced out of business.  Now, the State Legislature wants to limit your ability to shower, wash clothes, cook, or even drink water, all because of the abject failure of every administration since Jerry Brown Jr’s first term in office (in the 1970’s) to expand the States ability to capture, treat, and deliver water to an increasingly thirsty and growing population.

Now, rather than developing new resources (HEY, Jerry, you see that big blue ocean to the west?), Jerry and the Progressives want the California people to further conserve water.  This is at the same time we are committed to building a low-speed choo-choo to nowhere at a cost of $200+ BILLION.  A choo-choo that no one wants, no one needs, and no one will ride (HEY Jerry, you ever hear of hi-speed Airplanes?).  For 10% of the cost of the choo-choo to nowhere, California Coastal Cities and Counties could build ten Desalination Plants along to coast to provide fresh, clean, uninterrupted water to 6 MILLION Southern California residents.  No more droughts, no more rationing, no more conservation for all of San Diego and Orange Counties.  And here is the BONUS! By building these desalination plants (1 approximately every 8 miles along the coast), the various water agencies (IID, MWD, etc) could stop sending water from the Colorado River to coastal communities.  This “saved” water could then be used to restore the Salton Sea, irrigate fields and farms in Imperial, Riverside, and San Bernardino Counties, and provide safe, fresh, water to a thirsty and growing Inland Empire.  This same desalination technology can be used to maintain water quality and provide fresh water from the Salton Sea once it is refilled to historic levels and the Salton Sea can once again become a massive source of recreation, entertainment, and business opportunity (salt and lithium mining) for California.

It’s past time for the good people of the State of California to demand that our liberal, progressive, legislators and Governor to stop lying to us about desalination.  We have the technology, we have the energy production, the Pacific Ocean will NEVER dry up, and water is something that everyone needs and wants.  The bottom line is that we DO NOT have a water problem here in California, what we have is a LACK OF POLITICAL WILL problem to do the right thing and develop our natural resources that we have, right off of our coast.

This post inspired by an article in the Washington Times by Tammy Bruce.  California’s New Water Restrictions send residents fleeing to Saner States

It’s time to give permits to Cannabis Lounges

Easy access in a safe, legal, and relatively inexpensive environment is key to reducing the Black Market for Cannabis, not just in California, but in all states that have legalized both recreational and Medicinal Cannabis. For those who are concerned about folks using Cannabis and then driving, the Cannabis Lounge operators can partner with UBER, Lyft, or their local Taxi Company. There are reasonable solutions to every concern and to every issue. It is only the unreasonable demands of government that is holding back an entire industry.

https://www.voiceofsandiego.org/topics/opinion/local-cannabis-regulations-are-creating-pockets-of-prohibition/?utm_source=Voice+of+San+Diego+Master+List&utm_campaign=99e06e7bda-Morning_Report&utm_medium=email&utm_term=0_c2357fd0a3-99e06e7bda-84176801&goal=0_c2357fd0a3-99e06e7bda-84176801

Peace through Strength

I believe that nearly everyone would agree that the Dalai Lama is a man of peace.  However, it appears that the Dalai Lama and Ronald Reagan have much in common.  You maintain peace, by being strong in the face of your enemies.  Even in the eyes of the Dalai Lama, a schoolgirl has the right to defend herself when confronted by evil.

My Christmas story as a substitute teacher…

A few years ago, my wife challenged me, she said “If you really want to be a teacher then take the CBEST and be a teacher.”  I know she didn’t expect me to take her up on it, but I took a look at when and where the test was being given. To my surprise the test was being given the next day in Palm Desert, only about 10 miles from my home in La Quinta. I quickly registered for the test, paid the testing fee, showed up early the next morning, and completed the three-hour exam in just over one hour. After getting the final results, I was told that I was fully qualified to be a substitute teacher.

At that time, I made the decision that I would go ahead and apply to the district that my wife was working for. Thinking that if she was sick or didn’t feel good on a given day I could sit in for her and there would be little if any break in the curriculum. However, what I found out was that there was a much greater need for substitutes who are willing to travel and be what was called a “on-site rover.” Now a rover isn’t assigned to any particular class, or to any particular grade level. A rover shows up in the morning at a site and gets his/her assignment once they walk through the door. Being a rover is a true test of your flexibility and willingness to adapt to any given situation. There were days when I would bounce between sixth grade, third grade, fourth grade, and then back to sixth grade. If I was at a high school I may be in a math class for a couple of periods, then a science class for period or two, then I might be cooling my heels in the teachers’ lounge for the rest of the day. It was exciting and frustrating all the same time.

But, there was one particular day that stood out in my mind is both the happiest, and the saddest day of my tenure as a substitute teacher. That day was December 18, 2015. I had been called in by the local school district to be a rover at a K-6 site for three days, right before the Winter recess (we used to call it Christmas break). Teachers were having conferences with parents and I was needed to cover the classrooms as the teachers cycled through their conferencing responsibilities. On my first day I was in first-grade classroom, a second-grade classroom, and fourth grade classroom. On day two, I was in third-grade, and fifth-grade. But on day three, I was scheduled to be in a 6th-grade classroom in the morning, and in a kindergarten class in the afternoon.  Being in a 6th grade classroom didn’t bother me at all, however I have to admit, I was completely terrified of kindergartners.

Now, here’s where the story gets to be a little off track. Professional teachers are supposed to provide substitutes with their lesson plans for the day. This way the substitute can continue to follow the teacher’s plan and the students will not slow down or otherwise be detained by the fact that their regular teacher is not in the classroom.  Most of the professional teachers that I worked for were perfect.  I had lesson plans at my fingertips, I understood what was needed to be done, and I did my very best to make sure that the class moved forward. But on this particular day, and in this kindergarten class, it was obvious that the teacher and all of the students were ready, VERY READY for Christmas break.  As the regular teacher was leaving the classroom, she didn’t even bother to introduce herself and when I asked about what I should be doing for the rest the afternoon she pointed at her aides and said, “just asked them, they know what to do.” I asked if she had a lesson plan for the afternoon and she said, “no not really, I usually just read to them, let them take a nap, and then maybe do some art.”  So, what, am I, as a good substitute to do?  I did exactly as I was told.  I grabbed one of the books from the bookshelf, gathered all the children for story time, and did my very best impersonation of Mr. Rogers. After that, it was nap time so the children all laid down and pretended to be trying to sleep.  After about 30 minutes, I knew this wasn’t going to work.  I needed a new plan.

As I looked around the classroom, I realized that all of the students had made brown bag puppets of Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer.  So, with about an hour left in my tenure as a kindergarten teacher, I gathered all the children back at the front of the room.  I pointed to all the bag puppets on the wall and asked, “Do you know all of Santa’s Reindeer?” The children replied “RUDOLPH!”  I said “Rudolph was just ONE of Santa’s reindeer; do you know the other eight?  “WHAT? There are more reindeer?”  “Yes, would you like to know their names?”  Almost in unison, every single child in that room screamed YES!  It was as if I was about to reveal some magical super-secret that had been kept from them since birth….  So, I wrote the names on the whiteboard, and began to do my best Burl Ives impression…

“You know Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Vixen, Comet and Cupid and Donner and Blitzen, but do you recall, the most famous Reindeer of all?”  So, for the next hour, we sang, and sang, and sang, the Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer song.  We were having so much fun that we didn’t even notice the teacher come back into the room.  But when we did, at least 6 of the children ran to her and said, “Did you know there are 8 other reindeer?”  I didn’t here her response as I was being bombarded with request of “Again, again, again.”

The teacher finally came to the front of the room and asked for the children to say goodbye to me, and thank you as I got ready to leave.  I politely moved to the back of the room and gathered my belongings, but as I looked up, I saw three little girls standing in front of me.  One of the girls, looked up at me and said, “Can we have a hug?”  I looked at all three of them, and realized that, at that moment, all each of them wanted was just a bit of humanity, just a bit of compassion, and just a bit of love from a strong adult male.  What I should have done, is break District rules and given all those girls a big hub, unfortunately what I did was spout the District line that I couldn’t and offered them a “fist bump” instead.  I was instantly angry at myself for being so weak.

As I got up, and got ready to head out the door, I felt a tug on my shirt.  One of the girls wasn’t quite ready to give up.  She looked up at me, with these incredible eyes and said, “Mr. Kevin, are you Santa Clause?”  I didn’t say anything, but I put my finger up to my lips and whispered, Shhhhhh, gave her a wink and exited the room.

I went to my car, and for the next 30 minutes just cried my eyes out.  Our children are so desperate for basic human contact, a simple hug or a pat on the shoulder.  They desperately need to believe in someone bigger than themselves.  And yes, these same children still want to believe that Santa Clause and that dreams can come true.