Forget the conflicts in Crapistan and Messypotamia.

Those are insignificant compared to the Obamian Class War now being waged right here in Envy City. How it ends can be seen in other places: Greece, Italy, Spain and probably France.
This is a war between the mental defectives of OCCUPY WALL ST and America’s producing people.
The following tale exemplifies the impoverished thinking of the class envy troops.

Two Farmers and a Cow

Once there was a farmer who by dint of hard work saved enough to buy a cow, putting him in the dairy business. This worked well, business was good. Wealth and a good life squirted from the cow’s teats.

Across the creek, another farmer saw his neighbor growing wealthy. He grew very envious since he didn’t have a cow.

Standing in his doorway one morning, fuming over the disparity, he descried a State Government Poobah, in official regalia, turn in his lane and approach his abode.

“Why the sullen visage and miffed airs?” the Poobah queried as he neared.

My rich neighbor has a cow; I don’t. I’m poor and that’s not fair.

“The remedy is at hand”, announced the Poobah. “I hereby grant you one Official Wish, which you must evoke while I’m here. Voice that wish now!”

CHANGE sparkled in the air as the farmer uttered his official wish. “I HOPE my neighbor’s cow dies!”
At once, the expression attained the desire.

The State Government Poobah, now in glowing official regalia, beamed his approval and with that, he returned to Washington, DC, whistling merrily.

And that, my fine readers, in the Land of Obamania, is how to achieve equality.

All in the name of Allah!

PBUH-If you like this sort of PEACE and you still have your head.

This is an ironic juxtaposition of events.

One involves a meaningless ritual in which we look to an insignificant creature of little intelligence for prognostication.

The other involves a rodent.

Now that I think about the combination, they’re interchangeable as to participants!

U.S. Sen. Patrick Leahy says he’s planning to introduce legislation to make it a federal crime for people to mislabel products as containing maple syrup. [snip]

Federal laws on syrup amounts won’t solve Vermont’s problems.
A Ferrisburgh syrup producer committed the no-no of mixing Canadian syrup into his Vermont supply. He was ratted out, otherwise NO ONE COULD TELL THE DIFFERENCE.

A. saccharum is A. saccharum is A. saccharum. The only requirement for sap production is cold winters, spring daylight length and 40° days and 20° nights. This gets the sap flowing; higher temps thin the sap and make it bitter. Give the same conditions and GA. could produce syrup.

The move came in the aftermath of a recent U.S. Food and Drug Administration investigation that found a man who had been selling fake Vermont “maple” syrup, when the product contained no syrup. [snip]

You have to know that the largest producer of maple syrup is Quebec, CANADA, not Vermont.

Leahy, a Democrat, announced his plan at the same time he was announcing the state had received a $70,000 federal grant to help market Vermont maple syrup.

That $70,000 Leahy grabbed, came from other state’s coffers. If you asked them, I’m sure they didn’t mind.

Vt. Secure Communities Backlash

A federal program intended to identify and deport illegal immigrants is raising fears in Vermont, where Mexican farmhands are a staple of the $560 million dairy industry. [snip]

The program requires state and local police to send criminal suspects’ fingerprints to the FBI, where they are run through a database to determine the suspect’s immigration status. [snip]

About 70 Vermont farm workers asked the state to reject the program.

Simple to solve this in two steps. One is comply with the law and clean up the illegal immigrant worker pool.
Second, stop paying people to NOT WORK. Cut off the unemployment, let the farmers pay wages that are above slave level, a LIVING WAGE.

PROGS should love this.

Since this is a NATIONAL program, the cost of milk is going to be across the board. Farmers should get smart, open CO-OPs to sell instate and keep that money in their own pocket, sell the excess outside.

The public pays the cost or forgoes milk, just like they do gas and other commodities.
Put Americans BACK TO WORK.

Festival Of Fools Coming To Vermont

Four main stages downtown will feature continuous street theater. The event runs from 2-10 p.m. on Friday, Aug. 5, noon-10 p.m. on Aug. 6, and noon to 6 p.m. on Aug. 7. The three-day festival concludes with a grand finale including all the performers.

No property tax so the living is easy and the electric rates are low. The only climate change is the occasional snow we get because I’m still in the mountains. But that changes in the afternoon ’cause we call it weather down here.

Toaster 802, if you can get to Lazarus Long up there in Burlington, tell him to dynamite the house, get the insurance and get out.
The Woodchuck isn’t but 130 miles or so away in South Carolina; of course there’s that hippie hell in between called Asheville. There’s self-destructing just like Burlington, chewing up the tax base. ow they can’t pay the PD and the FD so they’re trying to annex towns to steal their tax rolls. The same old OPM Proggy story.

Gotta go, some postings in the future.

The news filtering down through the snowstorms has an amusing quality to it.
Shumlin has a new Department of Absurd Conclusions headed by a person with his right eye missing and his left leg shorter than the right. Can only walk around the Green Mts. to the left.

Seems that the Proggy fool is practicing quick draw, through the holster foot shots. He’s getting to the expert level at hitting the big toe. Is he the individual responsible for proposing the change to the Electoral College mandate so that the three votes go to the winner of the popular vote?

This should prove hilarious, when the State of Vermont votes for Sarah Palin, Christie or Ron Paul. The TEA Party is getting stronger, those GOP House members are learning that lesson now.

I’m not sure I’ll be able to contain my glee. Feelings of schadenfreude certainly will warm my home for months.

No idiot deed ever goes unpunished!

I didn’t dance so I don’t owe the fiddler a sou.
The flatlanders are going to pay a whopping bill for all the clogging and clapping. From where comes that money shall be a source of amusement to me.