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Saturday, 11 June 2016 15:47

Pima County Huckelberry Hound Contest

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A contest is under way in Pima County to determine Who Will Be The Next Huckelberry Hound!!!

*(The Huckelberry hound is a liberal journalist who can't hack it in the real world because liberal print media is dying on the vine, so he basically carries Chuck Huckleberry's media water).

The stakes are big this year folks! -- a cush job as a chief propagandist with the crack communications crew for Chuck Huckelberry himself awaits!

Yes, that is right! You too can be a hound for Huckelberry! So far this budget cycle, contestants have submitted brilliant, half-assed investigative entries for the judges' review, like:

Ally Miller Eats Small Children For Breakfast and Kicks Stray Dogs - by the always ferguliscious Joe Ferguson

and

Connecting The Dots... Ally Miller Finds Jimmy Hoffa But Votes Against World View - by Dylan (where is my comb) Smith.

We also have...

Ally Miller May Be Behind Chem Trails And Global Warming -- by the desperately seeking relevance, Timothy Steller

However, in the lead for Huckelberry's next Hucklberry Hound is the Dean of Pima County propaganda himself, Jim Nintzel with his submission – Ally Miller Shot JR, JFK And Malcolm X At The Same Damn Time!

This budget cycle's winner will receive a superb benefits package that includes: A county funded Prius (complete with regular car washing services), lame Obamacare Pajama Boy Jammies to drink hot chocolate in while typing up their propaganda, and lunch at Rigo's (where the hounds can be seen). This includes trips to Chuck's Mexican hideaway (Where all your schemes can brew!) Plus, whatever perk it takes to keep the propaganda crew ginning out gibberish.

Who will be the next Huckelberry Hound? Stay tuned...

*Results will be announced immediately after the Board of Supervisors approve Chuck's budget, which includes expansion of the Communication Department.

Monday, 06 June 2016 21:52

D-Day Hero's Last Interview

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This is the last interview of Richard Onines. He was on the beach for D-Day. It was my honor to interview him. We had no idea it would be the last time we would have the opportunity.

Prop 123 supporters spent approximately $10.23 per vote. The opponents of Prop 123 spent approximately $.02. As of the time of this writing (2 days after the election), the state is still counting the votes!

At this point, it's 49.52%, no. 50.48%, yes. That's razor thin. The question I had for AZ State Treasurer Jeff Dewit was simple...
What's that tell you?

His answer was explosive!!!

AZ State Treasurer Jeff Dewit dropped into the Circus and carpet bombs Gov. Ducey's Prop 123!

If you can still vote for Prop 123 after listening to this interview... You are part of the establishment!

*Establishment is anyone who is happy with or benefits from the status quo and will lose power, money and influence with change. Establishment Can be many of us even outside of Washington D.C. because many benefit from their monopoly on power. Anyone who now benefits from the theft society and is resistant to change based on their own selfishness is... The Establishment! - Jeff Ustch

Monday, 29 February 2016 17:49

The View Gals are Mad at Rubio! So is my ma!!!

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Raven dyes her hair blue as the lady's of The View take on Marco Rubio and his "unpresidential"behavior as he and others take on Trump.

(It's actually fun to watch the left act appalled at one of their own creation.)

Joy Bahar thinks Trumps coronation is a forgone conclusion and Ravin uses the opportunity to showcase Hillary's comments after her South Carolina thumping of Bernie! In watching the view I'm starting to understand the mind of the left... Scary!

And just so you all don't think I've been lying to ya, I got a shot of my mom on the couch!

Ha!

*Alligators in the moat

Constant fear... The fear of death, murder and abductions are constantly on the minds of those who live on the southern border of the United States or what is now called "no man's land." Rancher Ed Ashurst wrote a book to educate people who live north of the border on what it is like to have the federal government avert their eyes as cartels (with their scouts, drugs and sex slaves) stomp right through your backyard.

In an interview heard only on The James T. Harris Show, Amhurst divulged a most stunning revelation in his book, Alligators in the Moat: Politics and the Mexican Border. This is the real story behind the death of U.S. Border Patrol Agent Nick Ivie.

The official story, crafted by the federal government, was that Agent Ivie was killed due to friendly fire. The media portrayed Ivie's death as a sad result of a "gross rookie mistake." In Alligators in the Moat, Ashurst reveals another version; the version based on reports from the Cochise County Sherriff's Office.

Friendly fire WAS NOT in the Cochise County Sherriff's findings.

You can listen to the interview here or listen to the link below. Since my interview with Ed, a real buzz has stirred in the Border Patrol community. Many believe that Ivie's death is very similar to that of U.S. Border Patrol Agent Brian Terry who was killed by the Mexican cartel using U.S. weapons obtained in the botched Obama "Fast and Furious" gun-running operation.

It is time that the killing of Border Patrol Agent Nick Ivie gets revisited. In the meantime, if you want to get a glimpse of what life is like in "no man's land," otherwise known as the U.S. southern border, start with this interview and this first hand account.

This you've got to hear!

Captain Arizona, otherwise known as former state representative Adam Kwasman, called in to the James T. Harris show today to give us color commentary on an incident that happened in an Arizona State University (ASU) law class earlier this morning.

Now we have all heard of professors brainwashing the minds of their students - it happens on American campuses every day. BUT, it isn't very often that we actually get to hear a professor doing it! And it's not every day that there is a ringer sitting in the class who is willing to take on the liberal/socialist agenda.

Listen closely.... The first person speaking is the law student referencing Senator Ted Cruz. Professor Josh Dressler, during his Criminal Law class, then makes his statement about Cruz and the Jews. That's when former state representative and Jewish member of Cruz's state leadership speaks up, tears off his suit and tie, and becomes Captain Arizona! Kwasman, in his role as Captain, interrupts Professor Dressler in an epic smack down and puts him in his place. I don't think Dressler knew who he had sitting in his class, or I doubt he would have politicked his Criminal Law lecture.

"I wasn't going to let him get away with poisoning people's minds," said Captain Arizona, otherwise known as Adam Kwasman.

On The James T. Harris Show, Kwasman told us about the reaction of his younger Millenial classmates and his after-class conversation with Professor Dressler.

Listen here.

 

 

 

Wednesday, 20 January 2016 00:36

Should Black Actors Stick Together? Hell No!

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Should black actors boycott the Academy Awards? The Hollywood left prides itself on celebrating diversity. However, when it comes to their most prestigious awards ceremony, black actors and black movie producers seem to be omitted from consideration. The latest snub, "Straight out of Compton" is considered by many to be Oscar worthy. So much so that a few black Hollywood elites are crying foul and calling for a boycott!

Boycott...

I remember the first time I listened to the iconic album, Strait Outta Compton. It was also the last time. It's not that the recording wasn't brilliant, it's just that I couldn't identify with the lyrics. Nor did I want to. As a matter of fact, I found the subject matter offensive. "F*#k the police?"

Uhhhh.. No.

Now I lost my black card years ago, but I wonder if the members of the Academy (older white folk) felt the same way? If so, wouldn't that make the N.W.A. (Niggas With Attitude) bio-flick more of a culture clash rather than institutional racism? Movies like Django or the Hateful 8 (Quentin Tarantino) take liberties with the N-word. Words that whites have been prohibited from using but blacks have grown quite comfortable with. Spike Lee is disgusted with Tarantino for his blatant violation of "the code," yet he remains powerless to do anything about it. However, Spike is also miffed because, even though he doesn't like the word (or at least white directors using the word), N.W.A., in his mind, deserves Oscar recognition from the "white Academy?" Seriously, if it were not for double standards, the left would have no standards at all.

Soooo... Boycott?

I have no dog in the present cycle of Academy Awards racial fight because I gave up on the Oscars after The Color Purple got snubbed. Fool me once, shame on you. However, black folk who are seriously trying to play the game of Oscar politics with their own set of cultural rules are the bigger fools. (cough...Jada Pinkett Smith...cough!)

It's the culture, stupid!

In the same way the new Civil Rights movement of #blacklivesmatter celebrates thugs and criminals, this year, black Hollywood elites want accolades for a movie that depicts a culture Academy members simply refuse to deal with. Plus, Will Smith sucked in Concussion! Again, is that racist?

Until the Academy can be stacked with black folk in the same way Obama stacked the courts with liberals, or until Hollywood blacks create a Blackywood like India's Bollywood... I guess the BET Awards will have to do!

Then there is the inside view provided by Aunt Vivian from The Prince of Bel-Air! Hey, Jada! What did the five fingers say to the face? SLAP!

Nuff said.

Should black actors boycott the Academy Awards? The Hollywood left prides itself on celebrating diversity. However, when it comes to their most prestigious award ceremony, black actors and movies seem to be omitted from consideration. The latest snub, "Straight out of Compton" is considered by many to be Oscar worthy. So much so that a few black Hollywood elites are crying foul and calling for a boycott!

Boycott...

I remember the first time I listened to the iconic album Strait outta Compton. It was also the last time. It's not that recording wasn't brilliant it's just that I couldn't identify with the lyrics. Nor did I want to. As a matter of fact, I found the subject matter offensive. "F*#k the police?"

Uhhhh.. No.

Now I lost my black card years ago but I wonder if the members of the academy (older white folk) felt the same way? If so, wouldn't that make the N.W.A. (Nigga's With Attitude) bio-flick more of a culture clash instead of institutional racism? Movies like Django or the Hateful 8 (Quentin Tarantino) take liberties with the N-word. Words that whites have been prohibited from using but blacks have grown quite comfortable with. Spike Lee is disgusted with Tarantino for his blatant violation of the code, yet he remains powerless to do anything about it. However, Spike is also miffed because even though he doesn't like the word (or at least white directors using the word) N.W.A in his mind deserves Oscar recognition from the 'white Academy?' Seriously, if it were not for double standards the left would have no standers at all.

Soooo... Boycott?

I have no dog in the present cycle of Academy Awards racial angst because I gave up on The Oscars after The Color Purple got snubbed. Fool me once shame on you. However, black folk who are seriously trying to play the game of Oscar politics by their own set of cultural rules are the bigger fools. (*Cough! Jada Picket *cough!)

It's The Culture Stupid!

In the same way the new Civil Rights movement of #blacklivesmatter celebrates thugs and criminals, this year black Hollywood elites want accolades for a movie that depicts a culture Academy members simply refuse to deal with. Plus, Will Smith sucked in Concussion! Again, is that racist? Until The Academy can be stacked with black folk in the same way Obama stacked the courts with liberals or like India's Bollywood, Black folk in Hollywood start a Blackywood...

I guess the BET Awards will have to do!

Then there is the inside view provided by Aunt Vivian from The Prince of Bel-Air! Hey Jada! What did the five fingers say to the face? SLAP!

Nuff said.

My mother used to complain that every time she watched the news she would see black people "acting the fool."

That was forty years ago. Have we progressed much since then?

I fear not. After a decade or two of watching her people embarrass themselves, she finally decided that she'd had enough and began limiting her TV watching to The View. Before you laugh – answer this simple question: When is the last time you saw black folks depicted poorly on The View? Even if you don't like Whoopi, she is clean and articulate and does not speak in the "Negro dialect." In other words, Whoopi does not act as a racial gatekeeper. However, she makes sure that no ignorance finds its way into your view of The View.

Usually.

Now of course, at the age of 80-plus, my mother has not spent even one minute of her life on the internet, so after many years of struggle, she has finally overcome by effectively limiting her exposure to "black people acting the fool" to whatever The View provides.

I've gone a step further. I watch very little TV (The NFL and The Walking Dead), So my exposure to black people "acting the fool" is also limited. Plus, the fact that I live in a city with a black population iof approximately 3 percent has done wonders for my blood pressure. You would be surprised how tranquil my life has become since leaving the inner city of Milwaukee, Wisconsin.

Does that offend you?

The secret to my peace is that I have learned to stop owning what I did not purchase. I was not raised to disrespect authority, so I don't listen to music that celebrates lawlessness. I was not raised to lie, steal or cheat, so I refuse to support those who do even if they get shot 16 times after doing so. I was not raised to march and complain and agitate while refusing to contribute to my own betterment, so why should I embrace a culture of people that does just because we have the same pigmentation? Why should I own what I did not buy into? Skin color is nothing to me. In fact, when people emphasize skin color over all else – even when it "benefits" black people – I find that...

Racist. And repugnant.

Simply put, the ugliness that is spewing out of the black culture doesn't define me. I am proud to be black, and I'm also proud to be an individual who isn't afraid to follow my conscience. The anger and rage you see both in the inner city and on American Ivy League campuses may look like me – may even sound like me – but if you or they believe that I am one of the collective, you're mistaken.

Here is my secret: I was liberated from the progressive plantation years ago. It was a difficult and emotional decision, and it still comes with a myriad of consequences – the most significant being the excommunication and shunning from the community of color in this country. My only regret – if I had to do it all over again – is that I didn't free myself sooner. If I knew then what I know now, I would have followed three simple (but difficult) steps to break free of plantation enslavement and live the American dream as God intended.

1. Crucify all micro aggressions

Micro aggressions are the everyday verbal, nonverbal and environmental slights, snubs, or insults – whether intentional or unintentional – that communicate hostile, derogatory, or negative messages to target persons based solely upon their race or identity. 

Micro aggressions are just a fancy word for paranoia. Everyone has met that sad individual who has a chip on his or her shoulder. Angry at the drop of a hat. Seeing racism everywhere. Well – thanks in part to the collective self-soothing of social media – we have an entire generation with a chip on its shoulder, and that chip is larger than ever.

Here is what you need to do:

Suspend all social media use for a month. If you start in February include the first week of March. (February is already the shortest month of the year, don't use Black History month to cheat yourself and use it as an excuse to follow the herd.) Be your own person with your own mind. When everyone in a room (or on a website) is agreeing with one another, take a step back and evaluate the issue from all sides. It's OK to go against the grain, even if it makes you the black sheep.

Kill cable news and all ethnic-based TV shows for a season. This one simple discipline will change your entire worldview. You might even read a book, like the Bible, or think without all the noise. You'll find that you can direct your own thoughts, rather than having them directed by others.

2. Behead Dependence

Everything from helicopter parents to the welfare state has warped our younger generation. To break free, you must no longer allow us to "help you." You must help yourself. This is the essence of maturity.

Here's what you need to do:

For the next 30 days, look into your mirror. Look yourself in the eye and say, "No one owes me anything. I will depend on God and the gifts and talents He gave me for everything."

Learn to live up to the way He sees you. Not how you see yourself, and definitely not how others see you.

Do whatever you can to avoid taking government assistance. If you find yourself in a situation where you might have to depend on the government, it should be a painful, gut-wrenching and shameful experience until the day you are back on your own feet. NEVER get used to it. NEVER callous your heart by giving up on self-sufficiency. You owe it to yourself to believe in your own talents, potential and capabilities. You must beware of all "free" money, because it's never free. And the price you'll pay in your self-worth and self-respect is far more than paper money.

Your new motto should be: I can do it. Because you can.

3. Self-identify as a successful American

Recently I had a conversation with a family of immigrants. They literally walked out of the Sudan. One woman with four boys; two were hers, the others lost. When asked, she claimed them all as her own. Four years later they all speak English. One is in college, while the eldest and the mother work to support him. They all live in the same, small apartment. Two are in high school with scholarships on the horizon. When all are finished, resources will go to care for Mom, whether she is the biological mother or not.

Here's what you need to do:

Befriend a recent immigrant from Africa or Asia. They make the best Americans. They will teach you how to work hard and to sacrifice.

If you are on a college campus, go to the stacks (that's a library, for you Millenials) and look for these brothers and sisters. You will usually find them there on Friday and Saturday nights studying. Offer to buy them dinner and pick their brain. Prepare to be motivated, inspired and – most of all – compelled to action.

Avoid all other recent immigrants. Too many of them are being used as pawns in the nation-killing game of dependence.

There it is. You are what you eat. And you are what you think. If you eat too many pork 'n beans (processed, manufactured, nonscense), your stomach will surely let you know. And flatulence leads to isolation. This isn't just true for food; it's true for how we think. When entire groups of people isolate themselves from and work against society, they get something worse than a chip on their shoulder.

They harden their hearts. They become addicted to hate.

They act the fool.

Friday, 16 October 2015 16:56

The Right Attitude is Never Sidelined

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My #2 son is a senior in high school. Last weekend, his football team won the biggest game in school history. Watching the joy on his face – the pure adrenaline – was wild, especially in light of how the game went for him.

He had just finished playing the worst game of his life.

But despite not doing well individually, he was truly overjoyed. Teamwork in action... Attitude in action.

We love football in our family. Watching and playing America's true pastime is one of our great passions. My two sons and daughter grew up watching Packer football in Wisconsin. The Packer parties that took place in our home were epic. For years, the only QB my kids ever knew was Brett Favre.

The name "Brett Faaaaaaaaaaavre!" ringing through every room and every hallway is something they heard every weekend during every football season for 15 years. Throughout their years in primary, middle and high school, they all heard me say the same thing thousands of times:

"Attitude is everything – and teamwork!"

Packer  Without having an official family motto, that's probably it right there. They heard it from me, and they witnessed it with Brett Favre – playing every game, sacrificing his body for his team. The cannon-arm of a quarterback and the soul of a lineman. Relishing the opportunity to block for a running back as much as throwing for a touchdown.

One time my daughter was kicked by another player in a soccer game. She went down and was slow to get up. When she did, I yelled, "Brett Favre plays hurt!" To which she replied, "I don't care!"

We shuddered.

Our house in the old neighborhood (which we called the Urban Mayberry) used to be Packer Central. During halftime, the front yard became the Frozen Tundra as neighbors and friends all engaged in "touch" football. The only kid who would violate the no-tackle rule – big head first, hands wrapped around ankles – was Oliver, my #2. A friend of Oliver's big brother was once overheard saying, "I don't want to be tackled by Oliver." We thought the friend meant Oliver's older brother, but the friend clarified... "No, I mean Oliver! He hits hard!"

Carefree, fearless, wild-yet-smart... Those characteristics all describe #2's style of play. Most of all, smart. As QB, in his Pop Warner league, he called his own plays, from the shotgun, using the nicknames of his players. The nickname his teammates gave him was Tonka. As in Tonka truck, built tough and hard to break. It was years later when I found out that he could actually read the defenses and call plays accordingly.

Scan0002 When we moved to Arizona in the summer of 2012, #2 broke his thumb the first week of football practice. He had it casted and was back on the field only missing a single day of practice.

"Attitude is everything – and teamwork!"

The first season, he proved himself a quick study and played both sides of the ball. Over the last four years, the team's extraordinary coaching staff has collectively molded these young men into something special. Last year – after a team vote – they decided to move up a division. It was a bold move for a small school. No one took them seriously. They're a small Christian school... Unheralded... Unproven.... Untested...

But they had the attitude. And they had teamwork.

That's what made last Friday's game so big. After dropping their first game of the season, the Pusch Ridge Lions ran off five straight wins, which set up the showdown with the undefeated powerhouse of the section – on their homecoming.

After a good start, the Lions were only down by 4 points. Then, in the third quarter, lightning struck and my son did something so obviously wrong that it took my breath away. As a defensive back, he bit on a fake handoff and got sucked into a play that left the wide receiver completely open for an easy 40-yard touchdown pass. I yelled his name out in disbelief!

His mother asked me, Did he just do that? What just happened? All I did was point at him and say, "look." His body language said it all. #2 was slapping the side of his helmet. He was hitting himself for a boneheaded play. His shoulders dropped. He was deflated.

I wanted to get his attention. I wanted to talk to him. I wanted to tell him to let it go.

"Attitude is everything..."

His team received the kickoff, scored and started to get back in the game... A few plays later, lightning struck again. Different play, but same result. Open man on #2's side of the field...touchdown. My groan was audible, and my focus was singular. I saw nothing else but #2. He was in disbelief. He was playing scared.

"Attitude ..."

At that point, I left the bleachers and headed down to the field. I actually was considering the unthinkable. When I coached youth football, I had a rule. Parents never cross the chalk line.

Never.

Once when I was coaching #2's team, he was having trouble breathing during a game. We pulled him to the sideline to catch his breath. A few minutes later, one of my fellow coaches tapped my shoulder and pointed to the spectators. His mother was feeding him a hotdog. That incident almost led to a divorce.

Would I dare violate my own rule? Would I be that parent who crosses the line?

My freshman daughter was working the sideline as part of the athletic training staff. Maybe if I got her attention, I thought. Later, she would tell me that I should have known better – that she wouldn't have done it if I had asked.

I didn't grab her attention. I did know better.

As I helplessly paced the length of the field, oblivious to everyone around me, I found myself praying: "Father, let him remember everything that I taught him. Father, tell him to let it go. To play carefree. To do his job. To trust his team."

"Attitude..."

At the half Pusch Ridge was down 7-3, they fell futher behind in the third quarter but managed to claw their way back into the game with hard-nosed defense, a few gravity-defying offensive catches, and some spectacular runs bringing the score to 21-17 in the fouth quarter. It all came down to "The Drive." With five minutes remaining on the clock, Pusch Ridge orchestrated an 80-yard drive that resulted in a touchdown with 1:33 left on the clock.

They were winning. 24-21.

But storm clouds were gathering. The opposing team knew they had to go to the air, and they had already burned my boy twice. As the 7-0 powerhouse – with homecoming on the line – started moving down the field, my heart sank and my stomach tightened.

No one wants to see their child get defeated and deflated, especially on a potential game-winning play. No one wants to see a son get his spirit crushed. In that moment, I thought about how the Father must have felt as he watched the Son. In the garden. Before the Sanhedrin. Before Pilate. On the cross. That's when I sobered up. That's when I realized that I was where I was supposed to be... Praying. On the sideline.

"...everything."

When I looked at #2, I saw the difference. He was no longer deflated, but he wasn't daring the quarterback to come his way either. He was simply poised. Confident. With energy that seemed to be crackling off of him. He seemed...ready.

Then it happened.

Attitude, teamwork and ability – all intertwined on a field of green. Lightning struck again – but this time Oliver was the one striking. The receiver flew by him at first, but my son played it smart. The pass was underthrown, and as they both went for the ball, Oliver knocked it away.

Game. Set. Release.

A prayer. A boy – becoming a man. And an attitude.

A few things crossed my mind as I watched the celebration. My son's team had bailed him out. He wouldn't have to wear the loss. So I was thankful. But I also realized that others on his team were whispering in his ear. "Let it go..." "Just do your job..." Keep your attitude up." As one of the coaches told me later that evening, "We had him, Dad. We had him all the time."

It is truly special to watch the things you believe in play out in front of your very eyes. As I write this, the season is not over, and little Pusch Ridge is poised well in its newer and stronger division. But win or lose, the mantra is the same.

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"Attitude is everything – and teamwork!"

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