Monthly Archives: November 2004

Why I am not a Libertarian!

On Sunday, November 14, I posted a picture I named, “And Liberals think Red-Staters Are Ignorant?” One of the comments on the post was from someone that calls them self Libertarian4Truth. Here is what he wrote:

Well people should be able to express their opinions and how they feel. that is their constituional right. You showed a picture with a woman smoking a joint. BIG DEAL. let people do what the hell they want to do. We would waste taxpayers money by prosecuting and incarcerating that woman for smoking marijuana.

My response was as follows:

God forbid we spend a little money to teach our kids that drugs and being a whore is not an acceptable lifestyle. People can do whatever they want, and moral societies can lock them up and throw away the key to let everyone know that all choices are not correct choices.

Then I found this story from and it reminded me of why I am not a Libertarian, “Infant Dies During Parents’ Crack Binge.” Libertarians believe that it is none of our business if people want to do drugs. I say horseshit. Though I do believe that people can do whatever they want, if they are caught, doing something they should not be doing (drugs) lock them up and throw away the key. The parents in this story should get the death penalty. I am ok with people doing whatever they want, as long as they can handle the consequences. Drugs are not a victimless crime; drugs destroy families, destroy society, and often lead to innocent deaths.

Libertarian4Truth drugs are a BIG DEAL! What do you think?


New Blogroll Addition!

Joshua McPeak is quickly becoming one of my best blogger buddies! His blog Peakah’s Provocations is new and getting better with every post. Peakah is a regular commenter here at Passionate America and a member of the Passionate Forums. I have decided to add Peakah’s Provocations to my blogroll. Thanks Josh for all your support.

Mr. Mom Monday

Well I have officially adopted the title “stay-at-home Dad.” I have shunned this title in the past because I assumed that I would once again be asked to assume the duties that I am best at, bringing home the bacon. My wife has other ideas. She believes that she needs to have a job and I need to have a job. I am ok with this idea when the kids are at school. Problem is we have a one year old and I WILL NOT PUT MY CHILDREN IN DAYCARE!

I tried to explain to my wife that I could make more money than she can. I am not making a sexist statement, it is the truth. I have more work place skills, I have better leadership skills, and I have always made more money than my wife has. It has nothing to do with her being a woman; it has everything to do with the fact that she does not really understand what work is.

I will try to explain my point in a different way. Let’s say you own a football team. Who should play the quarterback position? The quarterback or the head cheerleader? Right now, our family team is being lead by the head cheerleader while the star quarterback is leading the cheerleading squad. We have been losing games since my god given talents have been mitigated to cleaning house, doing laundry, taking care of the kids, and cooking the meals. Now it is a fact that I am better at cooking, laundry, and cleaning, but I am significantly better at making money.

My day goes like this: I wake up take a bath while listening to the radio, reading a book, and planning my days cleaning and cooking activities. After my relaxing bath my wife leaves to goto work (usually 1 hour and a half early) while I do the laundry, clean the house, cook the meals, take care of my one year old son, and work on my websites. Sometime around 4 or 6 pm, my best friend Lummpy shows up to hangout with me until he goes to work at 10:30pm. We watch Fox News most of the night, find a movie to watch, and I start dinner around 10pm. My wife arrives home from work at 11:30pm and we eat dinner, sit on the couch, watch TV or a movie, and goto bed sometime around 1:30am.

Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy taking care of my son and keeping the house clean, I just do not believe that I am being used to the best of my abilities. I do not believe the family duties and responsibilities are distributed correctly. When I bring up this subject with my wife, she says to me, “If you don’t like it you can get a job or you can leave.” I could get a job, but like I said before, “I WILL NOT PUT MY KIDS IN DAYCARE!” And I could leave, but I love my wife, I love my sons, I want to keep the family together. What to do, what to do? I guess its Mr. Mom for now.

Get ready for the come back!

The house is clean, the laundry is done, the budget has been addressed, and the passionate wife and I have declared an end to hostile operations. With the vacation came many rewards. However, a preventable problem helped teach the wife a valuable lesson about working together, instead of widening our divide.

Wednesday the entire family, Robert (1 year old), Brandon (oldest son), Risa (wife), and I, Wild Bill headed to the super Wal-Mart for some last minute Thanksgiving preparations. We were about half way there, in the middle of nowhere, when the flap flap flap sound of an impending car problem brought our family field trip to a halt. We had a flat tire, no jack, and no spare. To make matters worse with our financial problems, my cell phone bill had not been paid and we did not have a phone to call for help. We were at least a mile and a half from the nearest pay phone. Someone had to walk to the pay phone and someone had to stay with our youngest son Robert at the car. Brandon and I obviously had a mile an a half hike ahead of us.

Brandon and I walked along the side of the road through mud, tall grass, and 34-degree weather. We talked about how cold we were, Brandon asked the inevitable question, “Are we almost there?”, as cars whizzed by at 55mph. We topped the final hill; luckily, it was a downhill walk from there. I called my parents, gave them directions, and we walked inside the convenience store for some peppered beef jerky and to get in out of the cold. After we finished off the bag of jerky, we headed back to the parking lot to keep a look out for my parents. Brandon kicked almost every rock in the parking lot and finally our saviors arrived. Brandon and I pilled into the cab of my father’s truck and headed back to the scene of my wounded car.

We pulled up and Risa smiled, one of the few smiles I have seen from her in the last few years. She was more than happy to see we had survived our long cold walk and that we had returned with reinforcements. I removed the shredded tire and gave it a spiteful tossed into the bed of my father’s truck. My mother wanted to spend time with her grandsons, so I unbuckled Robert and buckled him into my father’s truck next to my mother. Brandon jumped into the truck and they left to get new rubber for the rim. This left Risa and I manning the fort protecting the car from god knows what.

Risa and I talked about what lessons she had just learned. She realized we needed to budget better to guarantee that bills were paid on time (cell phone bill.) She agreed with me that if we had an emergency fund and would have prepared for this emergency by having a spare tire that I could have changed the tire in about ten minutes instead of the three hours that it had taken to walk to the phone, call for help, and the wait for the new tire to return. It had taken a major problem to teach her the value in working together as partners instead of against each other as enemies. We kissed each other and vowed to work together from now on. As we laughed and joked over the next hour, I felt closer to my wife than I had in a long time.

My best friend Lummpy pulled up after hearing through the grape vine that we were stranded somewhere in Oklahoma City. It had only taken Lummpy one hour to track us down, but by the time he got there, all that was left was the wait for the new tire. Lummpy climbed into the back seat and we all talked for the next thirty minutes. The sun had set when my parents arrived with the tire. It took about five minutes to put the tire back onto the car. I thanked my Dad for his help and he told me “Merry Christmas,” has he drove away.

I had many things to be thankful for; the flat tire had brought our family closer together, my friends cared about me, and my wife seemed finally ready to let her guard down and trust that I wanted to help her instead of control her. We finished our last minute shopping, prepared a great Thanksgiving feast, and snuggled up on the couch for some adult time. Risa and I have started to pick up the pieces of our fractured marriage and the pieces are fitting together nicely (if you know what I mean.)

Now it is time for the comeback. I have had my little vacation, now it is time to bring the Passion back to the website. I want to personally thank Josh McPeak, The Smoke Eater, Poor-Statue, EdWonk, Deb, Marc, Jim Pfaff, Skerdog, Meg, ~Jen~, ALa71, and My Brother Mike for their kind words and support. While I was gone, Passionate America reached 50,000 visitors. Let’s make the next 50,000 better than ever. I will see everyone Monday morning. I am back!!!

Small problems, short vacation

When it rains it pours, or so they say, but who are THEY? How the hell do I know? What I do know is that life has thrown many curve balls my way lately.

I was laid off from a high paying job two years ago. I dropped out of college because I could not afford it. I cannot pay my bills. The unpassionate wife and I are in the middle of a five year marital war (I would tell you more, but I am not allowed to post about our personal life, shhhhh it is a secret.) We have to find a new place to live, but we cannot afford to move (the unpassionate wife will not take any advice from me on financial matters therefore we exist in a perpetual state of poverty that ensures we live one paycheck away from homelessness at all times.) Our oldest child Brandon has to live with my brother because the unpassionate wife refuses to find a better job so that we can get a bigger place. My transmission is about to go out and I cannot afford to have it fixed, (also a result of our financial state.) My grandfather died.

Enough of the negative let us look at the positive. I am taking a few days off from the website to get my life back on track. I am alive. America is the greatest nation on earth. I love my wife, even though she does not love me, (how do I know, because she reminds me constantly.) I will find a good job. I will repair my financial situation. Life goes on and better days are ahead of me.

I will be back to passionate blogging shortly. I felt that the problems I have been having lately were affecting the posting on this website. I will clear my head, find solutions for my problems, and be back to my normal passionate humorous self in no time. While I am gone, check out the Passionate America Forums and keep the passion alive.

Wild Bill

Patrick Stewart, you go boy!

Is the Captain, “Engaged?”

Patrick Stewart has finally been photographed with his 25-year-old girlfriend actress Lisa Dillon. The happy couple had, “previously kept their relationship a secret, due to concerns over people’s attitudes to their age gap.” I’m not worried about the age gap, hell I’m envious.

Why am I so interested in the story? Because, I am Jean-Luc Picard! Ok, I’m not really Jean-Luc Picard, but If I find myself single when I am 69-years-old, I hope I can be as lucky-in-love as my favorite starship captain. Patrick Stewart, you go boy!

Drones of DOOM, nothing to worry about?

A new Time magazine article warns Americans about the possibility of al-Qaeda attack on the US with weapons of mass destruction.

This is not new information for those of us that have been following al-Qaeda threats during the last four years. The more interesting part (for me) came at the end of the article.

…another episode has some senior U.S. officials worried: the theft of a crop-duster aircraft south of San Diego, apparently by three men from southern Mexico who ssaulted a watchman and then flew off in a southerly direction. Though the theft’s connection to terrorism remains unclear, a senior U.S. law enforcement official notes that crop dusters can be used to disperse toxic substances. The plane, stolen at night two weeks ago, has not been recovered.

Now this is news to me. I was aware that al-Qaeda had been trying to procure an aircraft that could be used to attack the US with chemical and biological weapons. Now it might be possible that al-Qaeda has the plane that they were trying to obtain. This had me somewhat worried until a so-called expert on Fox News calmed my building hysteria. The self-proclaimed expert (sorry, I did not catch his name) said, “We shouldn’t be staying up at night worrying about drones of doom sprinkling germs on us!

Well, that is good enough for me! Move along people nothing to see here!

Michelle Malkin has more information on the missing crop duster if you are still concerned.
The Jawa Report has a suspect in mind for the possible stolen propane tanks connection to this story. Dr. Rusty Shackleford says, “My money is on this man.”

Update (2:16pm): The Jawa Report has more about the Time Magazine article, “Al Qaeda Bringing Nukes Over Mexican Border?