Adam Carolla’s Rant about the envy & entitlement mentality of the OWS Losers

Anyone who knows me well or that has spent any significant time speaking with me may well have heard me give this same rant.  I will tell you, if colorful language offends you, you may not want to listen to this, but then again, if colorful language offends you, you probably don’t know me very well…

I won’t write a lot here, as I will let Adam’s rant speak for itself, but, what I will say is this…  If more people do not wake up to the fact the over-pc, and everything needs to be fair, and let’s not hurt anyones’ feelings mentality has led to a generation of mindless, worthless, and everyone owes me something scumbags.  If this does not get corrected, the future of this country may be very bleak and disappointing for everyone….

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People like this are a disgrace to humanity!!!

I haven’t been writing much as of late, but this was certainly enough to get me to dust off the laptop and write the next edition of Wilksopinion…

The attached video should enrage any proud American, not necessarily because of the situation that this dumpster whore is in, but because our country has become one that encourages and enables this type of behavior. I do find it very sad that this pathetic excuse for a human being has brought so many children into this world, giving them very little chance for success in life. I think the best that we can hope for is that the state never returns these children to this sack of trash, and by God’s grace they find their way into good and loving foster homes. That way, maybe they will have a fighting chance at a good life.

For far to long, big government politicians (liberals), have encouraged and enabled this type of behavior by destroying the American family with welfare programs, breeding more government dependence and the entitlement mentality. Never has a statement been more relevant, than this “the road to hell is paved with good intentions.” I think originally, the idea of welfare programs were, in theory, devised with the best of intentions. But, what has in fact happened, is the development of a large segment of society that now believes they are owed something, simply because they are alive. What has also happened, is douchebag politicians using this to their advantage and using the adversity in the lives of so many to buy votes, further enabling the behavior and breeding more government dependence. This is a sad and vicious cycle, and the true victims are children like these.

Take it for what it’s worth, but I truly believe that this, like so many other problems that we face in this country today, is a symptom of liberalism and the fault of big government liberals. I think it is very sad what these children will be faced with throughout their lives and I can only pray that they might find a path that exposes their mother and people like her for the trash and parasites on society that they are.

If not seeing video, click:You Owe Me!!

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Bin Laden of the Internet: American Born Al Qaeda Mastermind Anwar al-Awlaki Killed | Video | TheBlaze.com

http://www.theblaze.com/stories/yemen-defense-ministry-says-al-qaida-linked-us-born-cleric-al-awlaki-has-been-killed/

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Life is too Precious not to be Free…

     As I was sitting here tonight writing my latest post on a charity that means the world to many of our wounded veterans, I got a call from my cousin Chad.  We had spoken many times already throughout the day about various things, but as soon as I answered the phone I heard a pain in his voice that struck me instantly.  I automatically thought the worst, as I have lost so many close to me in the not so distant past, but when he asked me, “do you remember Scott Baumgard?”, it brought me to another time…

     When I was 16 and my cousin Chad was 18, my parents had decided to move from Vermillion, SD to the suburbs of Minneapolis, Mn.  It was nearing the end of my sophomore year in high school, and with my parent’s permission I decided it was time to take off on my own for a while.  Chad and I decided we would go to the Iowa Great Lakes (Okoboji, IA), get summer jobs and see what life had to offer.  In my 1970 Chevy pick-up, with my motorcycle, camping gear and my dog Blazer in the back, we took off.  For the first 2 1/2 weeks, we lived in my tent, sleeping on 2 old WWII army cots that I had picked up at a garage sale.  During that time, we both picked up jobs in seasonal restaurants and started making friends.  A friend of a friend had an old Airstream camper that he was willing to rent, and after burning the tent, we parked that camper in a little city campground right on the strip so we would be right in the middle of all the action.

     Each night after work, Chad & I would walk up and down the strip (Hwy 71) between Arnolds Park and Okoboji, looking for whatever fun may enter our travels.  Our normal turnaround spot was a little convenience store called Kum & Go that locals would generally congregate.  One night, there was a group of kids hanging out playing Hacky Sac.  We joined the group, and this is the first time that I met Scott Baumgard and his older brother Al.  Over the next few summers, there were many nights of fishing, camping, and scaring the hell out of any “newbies” that ventured with us to Loon Lake cemetary.  We all became close as a group, and while I knew Al better, Scott was never far behind.

     It wasn’t too many years later that I joined the Navy and left the lakes area, but always kept in contact with Chad who remained close to the whole crew.  I regret to say, that with the passing years, I have come in contact with so many people, some of the best which have slipped through the cracks of my contact list.  I have the memories though, memories that will live forever, and God willing, those memories will be put into words for all to read and remember.

     I would ask that all who read this take a moment to reflect on how precious life is and how quickly it can be taken away.  I have personally lost 7 people in the last 16 months who, at one time or another were close to my life.  I believe that life is a precious gift, given to us by God, and just because you or the ones you love got out of bed this morning, doesn’t mean you or they get to go to bed tonight.

     Scott Baumgard was a young man taken too early, that may have played a small part in the history of my life, but there are many who’s lives he was a very big part of.  I am sure that many who read this have stories of those who have been taken far to sudden and far to early as well.  If you get nothing from the words that I have written here, please understand that life is far too precious to take anything for granted.  Hold your memories dear of the people, the events and the freedoms that have made our lives so wonderful…

Arnolds Park man dies in two-vehicle accident

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A Patriot’s Charity: The Fisher House

     When you live in the greatest country on earth, a country that has given so much to so many, I feel one of the greatest gifts that you can give back is to put it all on the line to join your brothers and sisters in arms, and so many patriots that have preceded you, and join the US military.  If you are not of this opinion, then this may not be the right site for you.  All too often, the brave souls that do take it upon themselves to answer this call of duty become a casualty of the duties they are asked to perform.

     I was first made aware of this great charity through one of the “right-wing” radio programs that the left so loves to vilify, and after some research, I knew this was a more than worthy charity, one that I have felt more than honored to donate to.  Coming from a long line of men who have served our great country honorably, and having served myself, I can honestly say that it is a blessing to know that organizations like the Fisher House are there in a time of need. 

     I could continue to write about the Fisher house, but instead I think it better if I copy their about info & link and you can decide for yourself.  Please take the time to check out this more than worthy cause:

The Fisher House program is a unique private-public partnership that supports America’s military in their time of need. The program recognizes the special sacrifices of our men and women in uniform and the hardships of military service by meeting a humanitarian need beyond that normally provided by the Departments of Defense and Veterans Affairs.

Because members of the military and their families are stationed worldwide and must often travel great distances for specialized medical care, Fisher House Foundation donates “comfort homes,” built on the grounds of major military and VA medical centers. These homes enable family members to be close to a loved one at the most stressful times – during the hospitalization for an unexpected illness, disease, or injury.

There is at least one Fisher House at every major military medical center to assist families in need and to ensure that they are provided with the comforts of home in a supportive environment. Annually, the Fisher House program serves more than 11,000 families, and have made available nearly three million days of lodging to family members since the program originated in 1990. By law, there is no charge for any family to stay at a Fisher House operated by the Department of Veterans Affairs; and Fisher House Foundation uses donations to reimburse the individual Fisher Houses operated by the Army, Navy, and Air Force. No family pays to stay at any Fisher House!

In addition to constructing new houses, Fisher House Foundation continues to support existing Fisher Houses and help individual military families in need. We are also proud to administer and sponsor Scholarships for Military Children, the Hero Miles program, and co-sponsor the Newman’s Own Award

http://www.fisherhouse.org/

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A Right vs. A Privilege: What’s the difference?

     It doesn’t seem like you can see or hear a news story today without someone yelling about their rights being violated.  I think the most clear examples are what has been taking place in Wisconsin, Ohio and Indiana, among other states when it comes to collective bargaining “rights” in regard to public employee unions.  This, among other things taking place within our government, has led me to do a lot of thinking about what a right is and what a privilege is…

     “We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness. — That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed”,[Declaration of Independence]

     Most of us have heard this or seen it many times, but I believe some have either forgotten, or chose to ignore the fact that unalienable means not transferable or capable of being repudiated.  Now I only say this, because all too often, the government elitists believe that it is up to them to decide what rights we have and do not, but that is not the case.  This is where the problem lies my friends, because we are granted our rights by Our Creator, and only through the consent of the governed (us) do we allow an elected body of representatives to ensure that nobody infringes upon those rights.  Somewhere along the line, things got all messed up…

     Let us first take collective bargaining as an example.  I contend that collective bargaining is a privilege, not a right, and here is why: Government, in its very nature, is an entity of force that does, per rule of law, have the ability to tax and we as citizens have no choice but to pay.  Unlike in a private sector enterprise, that will allow the market to determine the compatibility of union collective bargaining, the monopoly of force held by government does not allow for market forces to make this determination in the case of public sector unions.  Herein lies the rub… If (public sector union)collective bargaining is a right for those who are in a public sector union, does that not by nature force someone else to partake in an activity by force that they may or may not otherwise partake in??

     This is the problem folks.  Too many people scream about this right or that right, when in all actuality, most of what they are screaming about are really privileges.  If what you see as a right requires something of someone else, and what is required of them infringes upon their rights, it is not a right, it is a privilege.  In the case of the unions, if one side wants to negotiate, and the other side does not, forcing one to do the other is infringement upon their rights.  If the federal government, in an effort to supply healthcare to all, forces one group of people to buy a product so that others may benefit, that is an infringement upon their rights.  If the government says that company X must employ citizen Y to fill a quota, company X’s rights have been infringed upon!

     Too many people these days have no concept of what the difference is between a right and a privilege.  It has all become about entitlement and “what the government can do for me”.  When you sit down and think, I would like you to ask yourself what are the rights you were endowed by your Creator with, and what those rights required anybody else to do?  If it is a right, it does not require anything of anybody… If on the other hand, it does require someone else to sacrifice or give of themself in any way, it is  most likely a privilege.  Then it is time to ask yourself, “is it up to you or someone else to live up to the potential given to you by your Creator with those unalienable rights?”

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In Memory of my Departed Father on his would-be 57th Birthday

Today, March 14, 2011, would have been my Dad’s 57th birthday. My gift to him is to write a little about the greatest gift that he ever gave me. He gave me what I feel may be the greatest gift that anyone could receive from a parent, but far too few seem to in this day and age. My father bestowed upon me the gift of honor and a strong work ethic.

Like many children born in the 1950’s, my Dad was born to a working class family of humble means, where his father went to work and mom stayed home to take care of the kids. My Dad was the second of 4 children. He grew up in a small midwest farm town that is much the same today as it was then, a place someone may stop to get gas on the way somewhere else. In 1971, at age 17, he dropped out of high school to serve his country, as all the Wilkinsons before him, and joined the US Navy, figuring he may end up in Vietnam. The next 3 years were spent between San Diego, Ca and the waters of South East Asia, where among the trials & tribulations of war, he finished his High School Education. In 1974, he returned to the midwest, where he met and married my Mother. Soon after is where this story of my early childhood lessons begins.

Like many veterans in the midwest in the mid to late 70’s, my Dad worked whatever blue-collar jobs were available, construction, packing houses and truck-driving just to name a few. My Mom worked too, mostly in clothing factories where the day’s end for both of them brought bloody fingers and stories of pain, sweat and misery. Those hard days and rthe tolls of their labor also brought home the paychecks that put a roof over the heads and food on the table for my two sisters and me. There is no doubt or denying, my parents were not without their flaws and vices, as all people have, but they weren’t about to let anyone say they weren’t doing their best.

I am not ashamed to say, in fact I carry it as a badge of honor, that I grew up poor. I can say, that while I could not stand powdered milk, I still don’t think there is anything better than government cheese. I know, while most kids I knew couldn’t understand why we didn’t have a phone or a color tv, I was too busy camping, hunting and fishing with my Dad to really care. I also know that when a time came that my parents had to resort to food stamps, it hurt them to the bone. Years later, during a conversation with my Dad, he told me “nothing has ever hurt me more or de-valued me as a man, as not being able to support my family”…

When I was 8 years old, I told my Dad I wanted a leather jacket (like my favorite singer at the time, Michael Jackson). My Dad made me a deal. He said he would buy a bunch (around 150) of baby chickens, and for every one that I kept alive until the end of the summer, he would give me a quarter. In 1983, that was a lot of money, especially for an 8-year-old. When it came time to butcher the chickens, I had lost a few, but I was an 8-year-old with 30+ dollars to spend. I no longer wanted the leather jacket, but after playing baseball that summer wanted a new baseball glove. I asked my Dad, “Is it OK if I buy a baseball glove instead of a leather jacket?” He told me, “it is your money, you earned it, if you want a baseball glove then that is what you should buy, but that means you don’t get the leather jacket.” I bought the baseball glove, and that is the summer that I learned that working meant I could get what I wanted.

When I was 10 years old, I told my Dad I wanted a motorcycle. I knew that there was no way my folks could afford to buy me a motorcycle, but I thought maybe he could steer me in the right direction. My Dad laughed, and told me, “get a job.” Well, I didn’t get a job, I got three. Every morning before school I started delivering the Sioux City Journal, every Tuesday afternoon I delivered the Golden Shopper, and every afternoon, Mon – Fri, I cleaned the lint filters and vacuumed the lobby at Bogaard Cleaners. It wasn’t long and I went to my Dad and said, “I want a motorcycle,” and handed him $125 in cash. We looked around, and I got my motorcycle.

By the time I was 16, I owned a truck, a car, 2 motorcycles and I always had money in my pocket. From the time I was 10 years old, I can not think of a time, other than a few minute number of days, when I have not been working for the things that I have been graced by God to have. My Father, as his father did, God rest their souls, worked up to the day they died, many times doing jobs that took a tremendous tolls on them both physically and upon their souls, but they didn’t feel it was up to anyone but them to take care of them or their family.

At 35 years old, I reflect upon the lessons I was given by my Father, and I am grateful. I have had great successes and great failures in my life, but the lessons that I have received from my Father will assure that I have a positive future. Without having the freedom to fail and learn from those failures, one can never truly have the freedom to succeed. While the job that I currently have, that I incessantly hate, as it causes me great pain physically & takes its tolls upon my soul, I do because I know that I am doing the right thing by taking care of my family.

My Father, Robert LeRoy Wilkinson (3/14/1954 – 1/8/2010), was a man of honor, for the traditions and the work ethic that he has passed on to me are of insurmountable value, without which I would not be the man who I am, or the kind of person who I wish every American could be. It is because of the lessons of my Father that I have been able to live the American dream…

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