Shitty by the Bay

The problem with governing by “Feelings” is that “Feelings” never End.

The consequences of “Feel Good” legislation are inevitable.

For example:

“It’s mean and cruel to hunt animals” so all Hunting is banned. The “Feels Good” people are happy. High Fives!

Consequences:

Animal populations inevitably explode. Animals cruelly starve to death because so many of them are competing for limited food resources. Animals invade human habitats in search of food. Pets are killed. Citizens are attacked.

Something must be done.

Hunting is re-instated and the Natural Order of Things is restored.

For example:

“The Police are cruel Fascist Nazis who murder the innocent and put the innocent in jail” so Police departments are dis-banded. Prisons are emptied. Laws are unnecessary because now everyone’s equal and full of Love for their Fellow Man! Kumbaya My Lord, Kumbaya! Utopia ensues!

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Consequences:

(Just kidding). Anarchy ensues. Murder, Rape, Theft, Chaos. The Law of the Jungle reigns. Survival of the Fittest is the new unwritten law.

Something must be done.

Policing is re-instated and the Natural Order of Things is restored.

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The Look of the Dead Fish: A Nick Alwaes Detective Novel by [Fountain, Jamie N]

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The “Feels Good” people should not be entrusted to run anything because A) they refuse to understand the Nature of Some People or B) they are incapable of understanding The Nature of Some People and C) faced with the failure of their own policies they are incapable of exercising the Will required to rectify the problem they caused.

When you offer a life of drug-using, food vouchering, tent-living street-leisure to Some People, you can bet that Some People will show up to take advantage of your offer. You can also bet they’re gonna tell their friends who are gonna tell their friends who are gonna tell their friends etc..etc..etc..

For example, this..

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Can you say Third World country? Talk about a Shithole!

Such a (once) beautiful town. It was immortalized in a song 40 years ago by a little band called Journey. It’s called Lights..

 

The ThoughtMarauder tinkered, er, uh, stinkered, with the lyrics a little bit to give it more of a modern feel..Please sing along!

When their pants go down in the City

And their poop stinks up the Bay

Pee Ew, The Mayor don’t care ‘bout my City

Pee Ew, Pee Ew, Pee Ew ew  ew

 

So you think it’s smelly

Hell, I’ve got some on my shoe

I want to get out of this Shithole by the Bay

Pee Ew,  Pee Ew,  Pee Ew ew ew

 

It’s bad, so gross, there are piles everywhere around me

It smells like a farm

Oh the flies, flies, flies, flies

Pee Ew, Pee Ew, Pee Ew ew ew

 

What a sad sad song..SMH

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The Ghost of Albert Henkelstam by [Fountain, Jamie N]

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Author: ThoughtMarauder

Cavalier, bomb-thrower, provocateur, neanderthal, father, proud US Army Airborne veteran, proud American, lover of many things: God, country, family, baseball, Scotch whiskey, cigars, old-school jazz, dogs, Sinatra, watches, shoes and sunshine..

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