Nuke’s Eighth Annual Bloggapalooza

Eight years ago, on the night of the MLB All-Star Game, Nuke’s News and Views was launched amid the hoopla and excitement that has accompanied the beginning of any great episode in modern history.


_eightfingers.jpgIt was decided that this blog would be unlike any other blog in the interwebs: a place where rational minds could meet to discuss the weighty issues of the day, politics, religion, poetry, and college football.


Have we succeeded?  The simple fact that the lights are still on and we are still here speaks volumes.  Just take a look at the “Reciprocated links” in the right-hand sidebar.  I’ve marked those blogs which are still active with an (a).  Many good blogs have fallen by the wayside.  They got tired, moved on, had major life changes that required that they no longer devote time to the website, passed away, or just said forget about it — I’m not making any difference anyway; and closed up shop.


So, please allow me a moment of self-congratulatory indulgence:  we’re still talking about the issues of the day, politics, religion, and college football.  But, we haven’t been without our share of changes.  Our resident poets, Murder of Ravens and Beto Ochoa have moved on.  And the Blog Artiste, Vimto, still drops by occasionally, but hasn’t had the opportunity to continue with his fine work as a political cartoonist.  I don’t know if I told y’all, but a few Christmases ago, Vimto sent me several of his original cartoon pieces that currently occupy a prominent spot on my office wall.  I hope I have not failed to thank you sufficiently for these treasured pieces, old friend.  And, our resident legal beagle, Theobromophile, has no doubt finished her Law School studies, and is waist deep in the pre-partnership legal jungle of generating billable hours.  She stopped by to comment recently, and it was certainly a pleasant surprise.  Good luck to you, Theo.  All the best.


The Swampess, and Robert D. are still hanging in there.  Nobody does a Global Warming putdown better than Robert D.  I mean it:  Nobody.   And Swampwoman, well what can I say.  I think she’s the finest writer we’ve ever had at Nuke’s.  You know, some people just have a way of putting on paper, digitally or otherwise, exactly what they are thinking, in a way that is entertaining, informative, succinct, and Southern.  That describes Swampwoman to a T.  I thank y’all for all your contributions these last 8 years at Nuke’s Popcorn Stand.


And my oldest of Blog Amigos, no2liberals, has hung with me for the entire Octo-Adventure.  Thanks, Bud.  You’re the best.  I hope OU and MSU meet in the 2015 Championship game.  Since that game will be held at AT&T in Arlington, you can bet we will both be there.  In fact, I plan on crashing over at his crib for Championship Weekend.


Most of all, thanks to our readers.  Without you, it would get mighty lonesome.


Here’s to the next 8.






Sunday Open Thread

Inspired by Robert D’s lament


The Climbing Tree

We ran all day and climbed the trees

Without the fear of falling

But with respect for gravity

And always felt it calling

We rode in cars without air bags

The steel dashboard projecting

On slick hard seats in front and back

With no seatbelts protecting

We ate the food called poison now

And still grew into Titans

Because we ran or rode our bikes

And did our own fist fightin’

We heard an independent call

And hated slavery’s chains

We roamed at will and rode the waves

And suffered freedom’s pains

That one or two were taken out

Pursuing freedom’s verve

Was caution tale and understood

And served to steel our nerve

Yet now the children prattle by

In uniforms once earned

A tear comes to my wizened eye

And lesson hard is learned

The pain that you’re protecting from

Was once a stage of growth

So chose between a man or child

You cannot have them both

Veterans Day

Veterans Day

by Beto Ochoa



For every hero on the stage

On parade or in the grave

With medals pinned and glory flags unfurled



The humble serviceman by scores

Packs the caissons, Guards the doors

Sails sea and sky across the troubled world



Comrades in arms they share the call

Who stepped across that line for all

Knowing well that fate might call their name



They crossed that sword mark in the dust

For freedoms sake and God they trust

And did it not for fortunes gold or fame



So on Remembrance Day give thanks

To veterans past and current ranks

And Praise Eternal God that they were there



Oh quiet heroes, every one

Without your hand, naught would be won

Pray our acclaim, the purest badge you wear

Linked at Rantburg (thanks!),

Posted at Gateway Pundit (thanks!!)

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Let me introduce myself….

Please don’t think from my following remarks I’m a Republican apologist. I’m a Democrat whose mother headed the Democratic Women’s Club in Austin, Texas for nearly a decade and whose father worked for LBJ for many years. They were hard line conservatives until the seventies and there was a decided swing left. Hell, I was leading the charge. We became socialists no doubt about it. We tried to tear down every value system existing. It was going to be the Utopia it was supposed to be.

Then I began to see how rabid the hard liners were. Their agenda wasn’t dedicated to equality and justice, it was only about power. They were the epitome of Big Brother. Thought control and slavery to the system. I detested the religious book burners but they had nothing on the purge of intellectual thought my fellow Democrats were planning. It wasn’t the Conservatives who were so hate filled, it was us.

They hate people who oppose or have the nerve to question them in any degree and vilify every action of those they deem to be heretical. They bludgeon transgressors with the courts and increasingly shrill rhetoric and ad hominem response to any intellectual discussion. Their ultimate aim is deconstruction of the Constitution so they can seize power permanently.

It’s also about the easy money and all the ways to skim from the system. They have their friends and family create fancy sounding foundations or institutes and funnel earmarks into their pockets. They give defense and civil project money to corrupt organizations and corporations where it is funneled back to them and theirs. The republicans have a few bad apples but they are nothing near the democrats in sleeze and corruption.

The real power in the party belongs to the Clinton Machine. It has divided the USA more than any other modern dynamic. It splits the public into easily manipulated factions with race baiting, class envy and economic fear, faux science religionism and crazy ass anti-America fringe groups. The majority of the press belongs to the Clinton Machine. It is that machine, with its totalitarian agenda, that has undermined our rights and created a fascist state inside the Democrat Party and the state at large. I voted for Bill Clinton believing he would bring change. He did, now moderate voices are shouted down within the party and the courts are the new political battleground. Then the whining over “What the eeeevil Republicans have done to our rights”. If anything the Republicans have been complicit with the Clintons in turning a blind eye all kinds of insider crime and not standing up to the skullduggery of the Democrats.

The Jury’s been out on this Pres. for any rational and truthful person but time is peeling back the layers on his conducts. I hoped he would be as good a President as he was a Texas Governor but then he spent too much money trying to buy public sentiment. I marvel that the great public speaker I knew him to be has vanished. Now he appears compromised on all kinds of issues that the public elected him to address, especially immigration and energy. I still believe him to be sincere though. Not a cynic like the democratic leadership.

The only power the people still have is the vote; but what are the choices? So here I am with my eyes open and without the representation I felt I once had. The Clintons are dangerous. Wolves in sheep’s clothing. Hillary’s way or the highway.

No dissent permitted.

On the road

On the Road….by Beto Ochoa

On the road. Like a Dharma Bum
My bible penned by Kerouac
What I have in sovereign verve
Makes up for any thing I lack

Your pillowed beds and comforters
Will make you soft and wake too late
Arise and ride the Dharmas wheel
It carries on. It cannot wait

And though I bed in humble kind
Or travel with the kit and freight
The world is mine and all it holds
I carry on. I cannot wait

This is the Monday Open Thread for your commenting and linking pleasure. (Special thanks to Beto).

Trackbacks welcome.


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