And The Horse You Rode In On!

Hey! Elizabeth Warren…FAH-Q!

Elizabeth Warren? Yeah, Elizabeth Warren…FAAAHH-Q!

OK, so the obloquy is really intended for all of them. You know who I mean. The roughly 550 dipshits that make up our (insert obnoxious but necessary quotation hand gesture) “leaders”. Dipshits! All of them! o-middle-finger-fuThat’s not even opinion. It’s recently been scientifically proven in a double-blind, cross-sectional study that every single last one of them is a certified dipshit (link to follow;)

That by itself is cause enough to warrant an assault on the (insert obnoxious but necessary jerk-off hand gesture) democrat from Massachusetts. Other than that, we here in the Front Row just happened to see some remarks she just made and they put her squarely in the derogatory cross hairs.  I suppose too that we’re calling out Liz because, albeit under no delusions, actually thought she was at least, maybe a little bit “different”. She has at least seemed to recognize the massive inequality that is growing exponentially in this country. That alone separates her from 85% of the dipshits. It was mostly wishful thinking, I guess. She just hasn’t been in Dipshitington long enough for its’ full effects to take hold. But, looks like that’s changing and the EW machine is stocked up and all ready to become the true bullshit dispenser we expect from one of our rulers.

In a town where the shit flies faster than loose joints at a Willie Nelson show, Ms. Warren’s speech barely registers a pulse. From here in the Front Row, however, it’s simply the epitome of the thinking and one of the reasons why we should all be hoarding freeze-dried food, water and fire arms.

You can read the article here. Basically, she’s calls the republicans “anarchists” and then tries to impart how much the government is needed and just how tremendously fortunate we all are for having it and almost like there’s debt of gratitude that we owe it.






This is the shit that blows my mind, really does. Hell, I don’t know if the extreme principles of anarchy are what’s really needed or if in fact, on some level we do need at least some form of government, that’s a debate for another day. That said, I won’t even get into her notion of, “need” for government. It’s the conviction she implies that government, moreover, this government comes even remotely close to doing anything correctly, wisely, efficiently, sufficiently, legally or with any resemblance that it is in fact, for the people. Warren is an educated woman for Christ’s sake. How is she so incapable of looking at mountains of documented evidence?

facebook-middle-fingerWhen it comes to solving problems, the US government has the Midas touch with a slightly different outcome. Instead of resulting in gold, once our gov puts their hands on something it turns into, oh….steaming piles of shit! Let’s take a closer look at some of those dung piles, shall we?

A little less than 50 years ago, the US launched a War on Poverty. Results? 15 trillion spent ($15,000,000,000,000) for a whopping 4% decrease in the poverty rate which is currently rising. So, if we wait a little bit longer, we’re sure to see a net change of, drum roll please, zero. How about the War on Drugs? Here’s a worthwhile effort, no? Good Lord, are the numbers even necessary to prove this is also a multi-trillion dollar fiasco? I would think one look at Lindsay Lohan  is evidence enough that the drug scene is alive and well here in ‘Merica. War on Terrorism? Hmmm, fighting those who threaten our liberties by taking away our liberties. Excellent strategy! Enough of war, what about something like the Department of Energy? It was created in 1979 in an effort to reduce dependence on foreign oil. Since? Well, it’s doubled. It’s doubled and we spend a cool 25B a year to ‘reduce’ it like that. Here’s another department, the Department of Education. Though it existed prior, it was brought under the Federal wing as a cabinet-level department, also in 1979. Recent polls have America ranked 17th globally in education and sinking like a ship.

Social Security? Broke. Medicare? Broke. Medicaid? Broke. Fannie-Mae? Broke. Freddie-Mac? Broke. Hmmm, that anarchy thing starting to look real good right about now.

Warren wrapped it up with her foot on the condescension pedal.

“When this government re-opens, when our markets are again safe, when our scientists can return to their research, when our small businesses can borrow, when our veterans can be respected for their service, when our flu shots resume and our Head Start programs get back to teaching our kids, we will have rejected your views once again.”


When the markets are safe again? What markets are those, Ms. Warren? The phony, bloated stock market that’s completely dependent on the Fed literally creating money out of thin air to the tune of 85 billion a month? So safe that if the Fed even hints at tapering they nosedive? Is that one of those “safe” markets? Respecting our vets? Right. Let’s get them back where they belong, being the number one domestic terrorist threat according to their own government. Would seem to me respect should be there shutdown or not.

If you listen to the speech or the clip of the speech provided on the linked page, it’s even more infuriating. She mentions the United States being a democracy about 47 times. Elizabeth, honey, WE’RE NOT A DEMOCRACY WE ARE A CONSTITUTIONAL REPUBLIC!!! Seriously, Harvard? One of our favorite quotes here in the Front Row, “democracy is two wolves and a sheep deciding what’s for dinner”.

The constitution, Ms. Warren. You remember that thing, right? It’s what you and your dipshit cronies have chosen to trample and piss on for decades now. I’d like to point to one section of it specifically. Sure, It was dismantled long before Warren got into office but it goes to the very heart of the problem to which she speaks, the shutdown and any alleged funding issues. Article 1, Section 10, Clause 1: No State shall make any Thing but gold and silver.

Did it ever cross your mind, Liz, that maybe, just maybe if we were not beholden to a private central bank where debt is automatically assumed with the mere issuance of our money, then maybe we wold be in a better spot today and none of this would be necessary? Well, that and not be such fucksticks with our money as detailed earlier? I know, it’s easier to just blame the republicans and makes for a better sound bite. Which is why, again, I must say:






Anyone who knows anything about us here in the Front Row knows that all this in no way should be considered an endorsement of the republicans. It ain’t. Unfortunately, they are just as plagued by dipshitatosis as the dems.

Scary times though, freaks, and wasn’t kidding when we brought up stockpiling food and water at the very least. It’s going to collapse one of these days, it’s designed to. So get ready, stock up, hunker down and love the one you’re with. You freaks be good!

Gotta check this out, THIS is what we like to hear in the Front Row!




Putting My Guts On The Table

Been hesitant with a new post. Ultimately, there’s a handful of reasons for that. As I sat and thought about it, though, I realized the many parallels and symbolism between my personal goings on and this once-great country of ours, ‘Merica. I’ve avoided writing using a myriad of excuses when perhaps instead, I should be writing about those very excuses. A little blog-therapy, if you will.

I’m personally having a hard time at this thing called life and have for a while now. Fair to say that statement is applicable to both this nation and a majority of its’ citizens. Many of my difficulties can be attributed to living with physical pain. I tend to believe that when someone hears me say that or reads it, the reaction is mostly dismissive. Sure, there’s typically an obligatory, “oh, that’s too bad” kind of sentiment, but that’s about as far as it goes. I honestly have no idea how common bad, long-term, chronic pain is in our society. It’s a hard category to gauge and/or quantify. That said, I can only speak personally. The best I could come up with to quantify it is what I imagine a POW is subject to or reserved for those being tortured. Yeah, it was that bad. There would be moments in the day that I would be walking (limping, really) in just regular, old pain when a high-voltage shot of misery would materialize out of the blue and literally, knock me to the floor into the fetal position in uncanny agony. Hospitals have a 1-10 pain scale. My days would start around 7 and end at 12. This level lasted a solid 2.5 years with another year and a half of build-up to that point. Every day, every step, no considerable breaks or relief for 4 years.

Thankfully, that extreme level has finally subsided at least somewhat and to a point where I can function again. Needless to say, the physical, mental, emotional and financial toll this took was incalculable. I mention this in an attempt to equate it to the country and more specifically, the economy. Obviously, the economic pains of this country go back further than 4 years. I would argue they started in 1913 with the inception of the Federal Reserve. However, for the purposes of this debate, and my correlation, my fours years are akin to the last 40 here. Not coincidentally just about exactly the time when Nixon took us of the gold standard. Anyway, I certainly did not know 4  years ago when the pain started, that I would be in for what actually went down. It wasn’t until the last couple of years when all those areas of my life also started to really suffer.

The economic suffering for well over a majority of the people has been spiraling downward awhile now and hopefully, becoming realized by even the casual observer. I won’t and couldn’t possibly list all the stats here. No, for that, you should check out this guy. Needless to say, by pretty much every single accountable measure, our economy’s pain level is at least a “9”, especially compared to 40 years ago. In some cases it is literally hundreds of times worse off now than 1973. With my pain increasing regularly the first couple years, doctors held off operating and tried various “band-aids” instead. I knew I needed surgery, but who was I to say, right? Just like the politicians though, they’ve been kicking the can down the road sticking finger after finger into the dam of debt (and everything else) that will soon so obviously break and absolutely flood us right out of our homes.

It all came to a head personally when bankruptcy was the only viable financial solution and a few months after that was separating from my wife.  We had been married for 8 years but best friends for 15. So damaged was our relationship that the separation will soon officially be divorce. What was once a truly beautiful, loving and respectful relationship now finds two people who can hardly talk to each other. In essence, we collapsed.

Make no mistake, that collapse is coming to this country with 99.99% certainty. I feel compelled to leave .01% for something like alien intervention. There is also the chance we the people wake up from the coma we’re in and demand the critical, radical changes needed immediately.economic-collapse Short of either miracle, it is simply a matter of when, not if. What I find as another unique parallel are my feelings for both my wife and my country. Deep down for both, there is still nothing but love. It’s impossible to love someone or something so much for so long, regardless of what transpires, that the love just completely evaporates. Rather, what happens is other feelings and emotions become more prevalent and are almost forced to the surface. I love my wife. I always have and always will. The sadness in my heart burdens me greatly and I grapple with my ability to indeed overcome it all. Because of the love, it’s impossible to ever use the word, hate, specifically for her. However, despite that love or possibly even because of it….consequences have been such that I have come, and remain very close to, well, a hateful place. I hold a large amount of anger and animosity for some of the decisions she has made, words she has chosen to use and not use. Betrayal, in my opinion, all very hurtful and cold and ultimately making it hard to remind myself to in fact dig down and see that love.

Granted, big difference talking about a country, or any “thing” versus that of a person. To that extent, however, I love this country. Always have, always will. It’s America! There’s certainly a case to be made that my love for this country was based on fallacy and fairy-tale and thus misplaced on its face. To a certain degree, I cannot argue. Without question, however, events have occurred and people have come about that have changed humanity for the better, all thanks to the existence of America. There’s also the inherent, pure, natural beauty of the land that’s as diverse as the people who occupy it which one cannot help but fall in love with. Here, though, I can and do hate. I hate almost every aspect of what this nation has evolved into to this point. Ignorance, depravity, inequality, immobility, tyranny, corruption, greed, indifference, apathy, immorality, injustice and of course, betrayal are revoltingly rampant and seemingly, law of the land. Of course there are still good people, good groups and good intentions. Sadly, they are methodically dominated by their counterparts.

I titled this piece, “Putting My Guts On The Table”. I got the idea actually, from my kids. In addition to the chronic leg pain I needed to endure, I have also had the great displeasure of being invaded every so often by cysts. Oh, truly the frosting on the cake whenever a golf ball sized pocket of pain and pus decides to infect my waistline or backside. Four or five times over the years they have developed to the point where only surgery will eradicate them. Just two days ago was one of those times and I now have a 9″ scar across my belly as an endearing reminder. I joked, however, with my kids that during the operation the doctors would literally be taking my guts out and slapping them on the table. “Cool, we want to see it”, they replied. Unfortunately, I’m very afraid that those kids are very soon going to see some real nastiness with the bloody, inglorious, end results of this country’s declination.

I thank any of  you freaks who made it all the way through this post. I can’t encourage enough clicking on the one link I provided and watching that vid. Anyway, I think it was good therapy for me to battle through this.  Better therapy still is always good tunes! It doesn’t really have any particular meaning or significance, at least, especially for what I have written here. It’s just a darn pretty song that makes me smile whenever I hear it, so, what’s wrong with that?  Ladies & Gentlemen, Mr. Waylon Jennings, A Song for Life. You freaks be good now, ya hear?