With the apparent imminent election of His Majesty, Barack Hussein Obama, one would think that a gnarled, grizzled and cauterized (to the marrow of his bones) paleo-conservative (none of this neo-conservative cant for me, thank you) would spend the next 8 years (I say 8 years for what President ever elected would settle for merely 4 years in office?) in his 1960-era fallout shelter, cursing the stupidity of Homo Americanis, licking his wounds and eating rancid powdered eggs while drinking freeze-dried coffee. This would be for him, after all, akin to the biblical Armageddon with the 6-headed beast on his throne and a new world order in the offing.

But, fear not, ye few readers of this intrepid chronicle. Where others - particularly the geriatric miscreants who have run the minstrel show on the Potomac for the past decade - will wallow in predictions of doom and gloom and the talking heads (assuming Bill O’Reilly and Sean Hannity haven’t imploded already) will continue to scream at us nightly about the latest "redistribution of wealth" scheme of the new King’s "Great Society - Part Deux" legislation, I feel strangely blessed. I have kept my sword (at least) partially sheathed for the past few years out of deference to my nation and its troubles, noting that most were partially created by those who would call themselves "conservatives" or, at least, "neo-conservatives" - whatever the hell that means. While my conservatism differs diametrically from those who claim its mantle today, out of a small measure of sympathy with their professed (but seldom practiced) ideology, I have cut them a little slack. I didn’t always enjoy it but, like any good soldier, I took the good with the bad and stayed in my little foxhole for most of the campaign, such as it was.

It is with great relief, now that the smoke has cleared, that I announce that the gloves are off and the sword of wrath unsheathed at long last. In the words of Teddy Roosevelt, "The fight is on and I am stripped to the buff!" Or was that Pamela Sue Anderson? No matter. I feel newly energized and fully capable of blasting away at the ever-rising walls of give-aways, government-as-nanny and the new socialism soon to start oozing its way (like "S.N.A.P." - the new supplemental nutrition assistance program) out of the grand granite pantheon we call Washington, D.C.

I will be writing not for the Mob, the Great Unwashed booboisie who, predictably were attracted - like bugs to the glowworm - to shiny objects and have, through their hard-wired herd mentality, elected a complete novice to the highest office in the land and now are destined to sleep in a bed of thorns made by their own hands. Instead, I will write for the remnant, that tiny collection of Americans who still have the capacity to think for themselves and, not only that, actually have an original thought or two. For these four or five Americans, I put fingers to keyboard.

I suppose it is fitting and proper at this time to include a disclaimer. This seems to me to be prudent lest someone not in the select group for whom this writing is intended - which is to say, the aforementioned four or five free-thinking, fully-employed patriots who love this nation bemoan her exponentially-accelerating decline - stubble by this journal and say aloud to themselves, "Look, Kwame! Some guy is dissing us since we ain’t got no job!" If you fall into any of the following groups, you will probably not find the discourse on this site to your taste.

1. Anyone who carries a state of federal felony charge on their criminal record or is currently serving time in a penitentiary.
2. Anyone who has been unemployed for 3 consecutive months in the current 12 month period or has been on welfare, unemployment or any of the myriad government handouts programs in the past 12 months.
3. Anyone who is a member, supporter or registered voter of the Democratic Party.
4. Anyone who listens (on purpose) to rap "music" or knows the current stage name of one Sean Combs (is it "P Diddy", "Puffy", "Puff Diddy", or "Diddy"?).
5. Anyone who buys F.U.B.U. or other ghetto-fabulous clothing.
6. Anyone who has their nails done more than once a week or whose fingernail length exceeds one inch.
7. Anyone with more than one tattoo (I am broad-minded enough to allow for one youthful indiscretion).
8. Anyone who has more than one other body part pierced (other than their ear lobes which is allowed ad libitum), Again, I understand that youth with or without alcoholic stupor can have occasional regrettable consequences.
9. Anyone who knows any song recorded by Amy Winehouse.

BE FOREWARNED: What appears on this journal will most assuredly offend your sensibilities and, worse, you may even have the uneasy feeling (totally unfounded in reality, I assure you) that I am writing about you! I beseech you: do not read this site. If you ignore my plea, two things are likely to happen:

First, you might get angry. In fact, you may get very, very angry. You might be compelled beyond the bounds of your self-control (I think we both can agree that, by definition, you have less than your fair share of that commodity) to seek redress and avenge my effrontery. One night, you may be so deeply enraged that you might actually seek me out to do your worst upon my person or my property.

Second, should the last instance occur, I may be forced, at best, to soundly kick your ass or, at worst, to blow your friggin’ head off.

So, you see, nothing good will come of your meager attempt to read and understand this journal. I suggest some other site that will give you ease and sooth your fragile ego. You might try The Huffington Post, Tavis Smiley or just curl up with a good book (is that an oxymoron?) by Michael Eric Dyson. I assure you, these will bring more comfort to your troubled mind.

This chronicle will not provide a poultice to your scarred psyche. I am tired of three things: white guilt, political correctness and the welfare state and I fully intend to attack all these plagues and more. It is not a "white thing" or a "black thing" or any color scheme. Those who work and contribute their fair measure to this nation and their fellow citizens are my friends, whatever melanin content their skin my hold. Those who pay their fair share, support their families and obey the prevailing laws of the land are no enemies to me. They have my respect, my support and my admiration.

On the other hand, those who trudge about expecting a free ride on my taxpayer dollars, are no friends to me and, since they are not, are ergo my enemies. The growing ranks of those who, like leeches, are content to suck the life’s blood from this nation are to be attacked at every opportunity and, where possible, purged from the public body. There is not a citizen in this land who - if physically able - cannot find gainful employment. Even in our current recession, this remains irrefutably true.

It would, unfortunately, require that the employee actually get out of bed 5 mornings a week, bathe (preferable but not required) and spend 8 hours at labor. This means that you will probably have to give up your party life and cease and desist from getting trashed on your favorite illegal drug on those nights that precede a work day. But, this is a small price to pay for the self-respect gained by actually having a job and getting a paycheck. You will gain the added benefit of being able to support your family and/or children. To refer to a trite but popular commercial:

Getting trashed on crank (or heroin, PCP, Ecstasy, etc): $50-100

Waking up on an unfamiliar park bench and taking a taxi to your hovel: $10

Getting a paycheck you earned at the end of the week: PRICELESS!

To all those who make this country great through hard work, playing by the rules, earning a paycheck at the end of the week and looking after your families, I welcome you with open arms. For the others, I say: "Get a friggin’ job, losers!" Get off the government teat and be an adult for a novel change. Grow some testicles and be a man (or, conversely, grow some ovaries and be a woman!) instead of a wart on the ass of mankind, which you clearly are. In the name of All that is Holy, be a productive member of society instead of a blight on our once proud land.

There, I have said my piece....at least for now.