Over the past few months, many of us have been watching the beautiful but ultimate end of one journey and the beginning of another. The story of Country Music entertainer, Joey Feek, her husband Rory and their now two year old daughter, Indiana has been a wonder to watch. Continue reading
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A few words between old friends…
I’ve been in New Yawk for the past week and am flying home later today. It’s beginning to snow.
“Wait! Didn’t Al the Gorical tell us that there would be no more snow?”
Of course he did, because he knew that we were all going to Hell anyway. I mean, the only global warming is escaping from the mouths and anal portals of our elected official-DUMB in D.C.
“Yup, and these Devil incarnates will definitely be leading the way back down into the hole from which they sprang.”
Associate Justice Antonin Scalia was found dead of apparent natural causes Saturday on a luxury resort in West Texas, federal officials said.
Scalia, 79, was a guest at the Cibolo Creek Ranch, a resort in the Big Bend region south of Marfa.
According to a report, Scalia arrived at the ranch on Friday and attended a private party with about 40 people. When he did not appear for breakfast, a person associated with the ranch went to his room and found a body.
And so now the battles begin, and the RepublicRATS in Washington DeCeipt had better be on their guard. Let’s be honest – we already have three left-leaning women serving in the United States Supreme Court; Clarence Thomas who is still looking for pubic hair on a coke can; and John Roberts – who sold out to the Obama Administration (on ObamaCare) the minute he read letters to the Editor of the New York Times that swayed his vote.
So that cares for six who “serve.” I don’t know enough about the rest of them to be able to make a determined assessment – but we are in trouble.
Who will be chosen? Eric Holder? He’s making too much money in the private sector now. Obama can’t nominate himself (although Biden might like that). We could have an open gay nominated, but I suspect that there might already be some LBGT types up there already – besides – they already crammed deviancy up our wazoos anyway. HEY – about one of B.O.’s Muslim buddies to the Supreme Court.
YUP – that would just about guarantee Sharia Law in this nation.
We are doomed.
Rest in Peace Justice Scalia. Have a glass of Chianti on us. You will be missed.
Without Apology I am,
Men, Women and Manettes – I love you all! Finally – a gross image that got your juices flowing, but – but – but – where is that butt-head Snarky to disagree and tell us that, “Wikipedia tells ME that this is impossible! There is no way the three elected officials would ever stoop to such vulgarity.“
Well Snark-one – you lose buddy, because each of them do it WITH each other each and every day they are in session. Don’t believe me? Tonight is the State of the Onion address by YOUR boy from the South Side – except this time – they all be sticking it up our a….. Don’t you know – it’s an annual ritual. Continue reading
Or do we just say, ‘the hell with it all!’???
~ Forewords ~
It has been a long time since I have had any desire to write any new columns for this publication, and frankly this is the closest that I am able to come at this point. You will soon understand why.
Earlier today, I received a phone call from a great friend and former contributor to The Federal Observer, Karen-Lee Bixman. Our conversation was comprised of catching up with the world around us – in other words – our families – among other things. Amongst the reasons she called me, was to thank me for having maintained her archives all these years (her last official submission was on January 28, 2004), as her now grown children are beginning to inquire of her work. While doing a quick archival search of our old files, the following column came before me, and while some of the details have changed, my sentiments persist. (NOTE: Due to some technical updates of this site, the old archives of the Federal Observer are no longer available.)
For those readers, who listen to my daily internet-radio broadcast, Life, Liberty & All That Jazz, you will have noticed my
recent ongoing frustrations and anger over the direction of this nation, politically, financially and spiritually – sentiments, which I have visited before. The following I share with you, realizing that I am not alone in my feelings. (JB)
The following column was originally published on the first generation Federal Observer April 25, 2006 and subsequently republished in 2013. Some columns never go out of style. Tonight, I have made some minor edits – but nothing has really changed… Continue reading
As this nation has unraveled over the past few decades, and more specifically over the past seven years, the time has come to post this video once more. It is too important to ignore any longer.
Trump may or may not be the guy to get ‘er done – but he is right…
Without Apology I am,
~ Forewords ~
The following post has been erroneously attributed to Chuck Yeager, a retired brigadier general in the United States Air Force and record-setting test pilot. However – on review, it has been established that Yaeger has never offered any such support of Mr. Trump. Another Urban Legend gone awry, HOWEVER…
… although we at the Federal Observer do not currently endorse ANY person currently attempting to take up residency at 1600, we thought, “sure, why the hell not?” – and so we post the following for your consideration. It will be up to you – the reader to investigate the accuracy of said post. (Editor)
You weren’t there…
…but I never liked you anyway.
…and this is how you deal with the enemy.
I hate to use the term, I’m baaaaack!” – because I am not sure that this is where I want to be.
Over the next several days, I will get this site caught up with many submissions by our bank of contributors such as Ewart, Gaddy, Ross, etc – and much more.
My focus right now is on health – both mine from a physical and emotional standpoint – but equally as important – YOURS.
Keep on top of health related commentary, issues and counsel by visiting Dr. Kelley’s Victory Over Cancer site each day. THIS is where we can truly make a difference for all who care enough about themselves to get healthy, stay healthy – and get ready for the fight ahead.
Without Apology I am,
There are times when we tire of posting columns by our favorite writers – BUT we have them and maybe we’ll post some tonight – or in the words of the Everly Brothers – Maybe Tomorrow.
But then again – pictures are worth a thousand words – so figure it out for yourself.
I know, I know…. “but Bennett, this is just too incendiary. It’s politically incorrect.”
Well… let’s just say that I have never been too concerned about just who the hell I offended. My goal has always been to bring an alternative thought process to the table – and more importantly – a little something called TRUTH!
Thank you Donald Adair. You are still my inspiration over sixty years later.
What you are about to read (80 pages of book print) was written by Samuel Augustus Steel in 1914 – a mere half-century after the end of the War of Northern Aggression. The book was published by the The R. L. Bryan Company of South Carolina – yes THAT South Carolina – where the Confederate Battle Flag was just removed from the South Carolina State Capitol recently. Shame on them all!
“A nation that is ignorant of its past, is a nation that is ripe for deception and manipulation. Therefore, it is not what happened, but rather what people believe happened which determines the present actions of a nation.” ~ Warriors of Honor
I love you baby.
Sorry – but I just threw up my Kibble’s and Bits!
Just another example of white people trying to be someone or some THING that they are not.
Eddie: “I have no memory of ever being bit by any kind of bee.”
Slim: [interjecting] “Were you?”
Over the past year as I have completed a ten month long project of home restoration, I began to note something I had never witnessed before – not to the degree I have seen now – dead bees laying on the ground. Sometimes there is just one, sometimes several – and even on one occasion – several dozen. Continue reading
Or something like that.
May 31, 2015: My wife and I have had tickets for Phantom of the Opera at Gammage Auditorium since my birthday (a present you know), and so as beat as I am we left her house (hahahahah) at about 11:20 for a 1:00 p.m. curtain call. If you get their early enough – you are guaranteed a parking spot nearby.
I am now fully packed for my uh – ‘fishing trip‘ – yeah – that’s what I call it, so we were easy breezy, except that I had not been to Gammage in some years, so it took a bit of driving around the May pole to remember where it was. We made it in time for a great parking spot – but too early to be seated – that would be another 20 minutes or so – and God – I am tired… Continue reading
Without a lengthy diatribe, suffice it to say that we am trying to get rolling again.
At the present time it is not easy for many reasons. We have posted numerous updates tonight, some of which date back to April 22nd of this year by writers such as Neal Ross, Michael Gaddy, Ron Ewart and Rick Biesada – along with a bit of off the wall humor as well – although it isn’t really very funny…
Scroll down through the pages and catch up.
We’ll be back…
Many of our readers and listeners know of our journey of the last ten+ months – newer participants will not. Many are aware of our near 20 year fight to bring TRUTH to airwaves and later to the web through various websites and blogs which we have hosted and maintained since the turn of the century.
Over the past few months, our contributions and efforts toward FederalObserver.com have been slim to none – or Slim Pickens – as it were. The time has come to return to work – BUT give us a few days. It will be worth the wait.
The truth shall continue, as will our battles, but soon – some changes will occur. If you look carefully – you’ll see some of them now – and there will be quite a story to go along with the new look.
See you at Sundown.
Without Apology I am,
My Eleventh Moon has come and gone. It has been the most peaceful night in some time. It’s raining tonight with much thunder and lightening – my favorite kind of weather. The rainbow home is holding up well as of this hour.
I shall miss this place – but will be back many times in the years to come.
I’ll be away for a few days both in print and on the air as I complete moving back into my home.
My apologies to those writers who have submitted their work for publication.
I will see you toward the end of the week.
Without Apology I am,
Dateline: March 1, 2015
This past eight months have gone by, and I owe our readers an apology.
On June 23rd, 2014 I moved into my son’s home in Phoenix, Arizona, with the intent of a two month clean-up, paint and minor repair renovation. The purpose: To resell the home at a fair and comfortable profit for the kids. It sure beat selling it for less that what they had paid but two years earlier.
The intent of well laid plans wasn’t meant to be. In a few more days I will be witnessing my ninth full moon in this place, which I now recognize as Heaven on Earth. For those who regularly listen to my daily broadcast, this project has turned into one of total restoration of a home that was built sometime before 1955 and 1962. The jury seems to be out on that one as of yet – but we’ll get it figured out. Continue reading
There must be lights burning brighter somewhere
Got to be birds flying higher in a sky more blue
If I can dream of a better land
Where all my brothers walk hand in hand
Tell me why, oh why, oh why can’t my dream come true…
Yesiree Bob and Bobettes – after the Holy-day known as Martin Luther King Day – we shall be “privileged” to watch the U.S. Capital SELL-ebrate another faux Holy-day – the annual State of the Dis-Union address by his Whole-i-ness Barry Soetoro – the Usurper in Chief!
Yassuh – that’s the night that politically situated guests are all invited to listen to another bore-ing (mis-spelling intentional) bunch o’ B.S. from de man ob de Century – B.O. (and man does he stink). We’ll get to see the camera pan himz lobely wife (the ‘chef’ ob de school cafeteria) probably sitting next to the likes of Michael Brown’s parents – or maybe even de self-righteous “Reberend” Al Sharptongue – hell – it might even be the Administration’s new Ambassadors to Cuba – Beyonce and Jay-Z! How come they got to go, when travel to and from Castroland was forbidden?
Hey you Pansy-ass from Chi-town – or Honolulu, or Kenya – stick that Cubano Delgado where the moon don’t shine – then stuff it in yo’ mouf and light it up!
Hey – maybe we’ll get to see some of those GITMO detainess in the audience – just before they are given an all-expense paid trip back to the land of their training, so that they can ratchet up their activities once more.
There must be peace and understanding sometime
Strong winds of promise that will blow away
All the doubt and fear
If I can dream of a warmer sun
Where hope keeps shining on everyone
Tell me why, oh why, oh why won’t that sun appear…
Of course, none of this lets the ‘merican peeps off the hook, as we are forced to watch de Supremes – wif-out Diana Ross. The Wimp-pins of the new RepublickRAT Majority, John Boner and Son-of-a-Mitch McConnell, along with their butt-buddies – the Demi-gods like Peelousy, Boxer, Feinstein, Jackson-Lee, and the one-eyed and now deposed Boxing Commissioner from Nevada. Of course there is always the Muslim Caucus (of one?), da Kingfish’s Cabinet of Politically Correct ass-kissers, including the ‘when the hell is going to really retire” Eric Holder, de Black Caucus, the women’s Caucus and it goes on and on and on…
Heaven forbid that a group of Crackers might decide to create a ‘White Caucus… someone might burn down Ferguson, MO all over again.
We’re lost in a cloud
With too much rain
We’re trapped in a world
That’s troubled with pain
But as long as a man
Has the strength to dream
He can redeem his soul and fly…
Well – de point of this rant, is that Washington, DeCeit will be full of every form of crook, criminal, Democrat, Republican, race-baiter, liar, cheat, Bankster (but I repeat myself) and pedophile known to mankind. As relates to these characters redeeming their souls – none of them have one. There ain’t a redeeming quality amongst them.
Deep in my heart there’s a trembling question
Still I am sure that the answer gonna come somehow
Out there in the dark, there’s a beckoning candle…
If dreams could come true, by midway through the Emperor’s annual B.S.-fest – the entire Capitol would look like the image below – Oh – and sorry Elvis.
And while I can think, while I can talk
While I can stand, while I can walk
While I can dream, please let my dream
Come true, right now
Let it come true right now!!!!
Without Apology, I am…
By now, most of you know that Robby Noel will be leaving this geographical region of the Earth within a matter of days from this post.
September 8, 2014 marked the final broadcast on the Micro Effect and September 9, 2014 for the Republic Broadcasting Network. Time marches on and Robby has made a decision to return home to his family rather than participate in the ongoing destruction of this once great republic. Continue reading
The best time of my life… for now!
June 23, 2014: I moved into my son’s house, as he and his family had relocated to Ohio for a two year run before moving on to North Carolina (which will give me an excuse to visit Donna).
My job? Renovate this house and prepare to put it on the market.
The project has been a longer and more difficult one than I had suspected, as we spent considerable time re-plastering a large portion of the main body of the house – the so-called “living area,” which includes the entry way, original living room, kitchen and dining area. There were so many different textures on walls that it looked like a jig-saw puzzle gone wrong.
Apparently the home had been built in the very early 1950’s, but there has been so many remodeling projects done, and at least 3 additions to the home – each of which was done as a weekend project by people who probably never even played with ‘Lincoln Logs’ as children. It’s kind of like making a military guy a General who never played G.I. Joe,’ or a President (of the United States) who only played with himself or his butt-ies in the Bath House. Continue reading
Sorry that the Federal Observer has had no activity since mid-July – but we have been out of town on business – er – I mean – we’ve been fishing. . . Anyway – I’m baaaaaaack – but don’t expect much of anything until we get around to it – then we’ll put you into overload.
The activity on the “fishing trip” was more than I could bare – er – I mean – bear. Yeah – right!!!
As the sixth day of July nears the end of day, the time has come to explain what has been happening at the Federal Observer and why there are so few updates.
Three weeks ago my son and his family relocated to points East in order to be near her family – some of whom near the end of their fruitful lives. In addition – dealing with the constant flow i=of illegal invaders to the Southwestern region of this country has made any kind of a career nearly impossible – hence the need to get out of Phoenix. Enter Dad… Continue reading
…and this ain’t no highway to the sky.
Good morning – it’s Sunday, and we want to welcome you the the way of the future – Chicaga style… Barack Obama style (along with a little help from his friend, the current Mayor of the Second City) – the Ballerina.
Note our special header and background images on the Federal Observer for the next couple of days. I miss the way it used to be… but then so goes the nation.
The opening few columns will shed new light on the future holds…
As we used to say in the old days, “Fuggettaboutit!“
“Write drunk; edit sober.” – Ernest Hemingway
~ Preface ~
February 15, 1968 – Being the Chef, bartender and janitor at the off-post Officer and NCO club near the North Point, Germany home of the 619th Ordinance unit, I was cleaning up the club after the monthly combined wives club luncheon, Lawson informed me that I had a call from Division Headquarters which I needed to take. It was Frank (our former Company clerk) telling me that my tour of duty was nearly at an end, and asked how many days leave I wanted to take in the States. I told him that I had no desire to return home, “What’s up?” The answer was the one, which most of us dreaded at that time. TET had taken its toll that month in Viet Nam, and I was being called up. “Oh shit,” I thought to myself, but, what the hell? – I was ready for a new adventure anyway. After all – it was easy in the movies, wasn’t it, John Wayne and all? I told Frank that I would take 45 days and began to make my preparations. Continue reading
Not only the American Highway, but a road oft traveled, the Mother Road, a song of my grandchildren’s youth, the road lived on in Parks, Az and for one time only – the publishers birthday….
God I wish I could poop!
Good day all and welcome to my world.
Surgery was scheduled at 8:00 a.m., January 16, 2014. As far as I know that is when the deed was done. The last thing I remember after being wheeled into the OR and moving myself to the operating table, was having a mask fitted over my nose and mouth and told to breath deeply. I remember maybe three breaths and woke up in the recovery room some time later looking feeling as though I had been involved in a bad bar brawl the night before. Come to think of it, my gut still looks as though this had happened.
It is after 2:00 a.m. as I write this and I can’t sleep. I guess that this is part of the recovery process as well…
Thursday: Considering that I had not eaten since 5:30 p.m. the night before and had nothing to drink for twelve hours prior to the scheduled surgery, I showed up for check in – not in the best frame of mind, but the entire staff at the Arrowhead Hospital began loading me up on dope as quickly as they could, and “hey maaaaan” – I was cooking pretty good. Of course that was after I was told to strip down and put on that stupid hospital/surgical robe, which hasn’t been redesigned in about two centuries. Hey – you are going to be operating on my front side. What’s the purpose of an undersized piece of raggedy cloth serve, that allows the breeze to flow up your back-side? I was freezing, and thank heaven to the gal who got me started, as she found two artist’s canvases, that passed for blankets, that had just come out of a drier. OK, OK – so from that point everything seemed to go alright – what little I remember of it. So it was time to send me home. The phenomenal staff got me dressed and loaded me into my wife’s car as quickly as they could. I was still drugged – but most importantly – I was hungry. Continue reading