Texas Teacher Retirement fund lost $99 million dollars by investing in a Las Vegas casino owned by a Rick Perry donor and political fundraiser host.

And there were some damfools freely walking the streets who wanted to elect him President of the United States of America.

Okay, first jump over the hurdle of the Texas Teacher Retirement Fund, overseen by Perry appointees, investing in an activity that’s illegal in Texas.

But when you do clear that hurdle, you land in this mud pit.

When Gov. Rick Perry wanted to hold a fundraiser in Las Vegas last fall for his nascent presidential campaign, he reached out to Frank Fertitta III.

Fertitta was chairman and chief executive officer of Station Casinos, the largest operator of gaming halls that cater to Las Vegas residents. He and his younger brother, Lorenzo, had met Perry a few times and donated $5,000 apiece to him in 2007.

The Fertittas made their contribution shortly after the Perry-appointed board of the Teacher Retirement System of Texas approved a $100 million investment in a leveraged buyout of Station Casinos. Nearly all the money was later lost in Station’s bankruptcy.

Perry claims that the retirement fund money loss had nothing, nothing I tell you, to do with all the financial political favors the Fertitta brothers give him.

Frank Fertitta

Yep, it’s just pure damn coincidence that every time we lose money in Texas, you can trace it back to one of Perry’s donors walking away with stuffed pockets and pushing a wheelbarrow filled with Texas taxpayer cash.

The Texas teachers’ fund and other large institutional investors began to write down the value of their investments in Station.

Yet the Fertittas kept rolling. They announced a $10 billion casino development in Las Vegas, their biggest ever. With Station trying to renegotiate with its lenders, Frank Fertitta III paid $28 million for an oceanside home in Laguna Beach, Calif.

Do you think Frank Fertitta is going to let Texas teachers come retire at his $28 million beach house?  Is that the plan?

I swear that Texas elected Fredo as Governor.  I swear we did.

Okay, as a special Mother’s day treat, I offer you this speech by a typical Nebraska woman against gay marriage.

I would provide a translation but I don’t speak Batcrap Crazy.

Today starts early voting in Texas so I have a warning.

We have a female running in the 22nd Congressional District who Collins Street Bakery could box and sell at Christmas time.

Her name is Kesha Rogers and she’s a Lyndon LaRouche “Democrat”.  They are a brainwashing cult following a convicted felon named – ta da! – Lyndon LaRouch.  You might check to see if one of these bozos are running in your state.

Her platform is that the Queen of England rules the world and we have to stop that.  Barack Obama should be impeached – she’s not clear why but she is often seen holding a picture of President Obama with a Hitler mustache. She thinks DDT is perfectly safe and you should probably feed it to your kids for breakfast.

She also believes there is a giant conspiracy to control the world by “the Nazis, Jesuits, Freemasons, Communists, Trilateralists, international bankers, the American Civil Liberties Union, and the Socialist International—all supposedly controlled by the British—as well as Hitler, H.G. Wells, Voltaire, and the Beatles.”  No, I am not kidding about the Beatles.

Local Democrats have a little contest running to see which one of us gets the most insulting description written by Kesha on her website.  She called Bubba a “Yokel,” which is funny for man with more degrees than your average meat thermometer.  She called our local party chairman Steve Brown a lackey and stated, “[he] has repeatedly tried to incite violence against me.”  She offers no proof of this and has made no police report.  In short, her brainwashing included lying as a sacrament to LaRouche.

Steve did help put out these signs next to her signs all over town:

These LaRouchies  travel in packs and they never let you split one off from the group to talk to them, except for one time and this guy packed up and left after I made a sign that said, “Talk to a Genuine Crazy Dude, $1.00″ and stood next to him with it for about 30 minutes.

Okay, y’all, this is the nicest thing I’ve read all week.

Coming on the heels of Mitt Romney strapping his poor dog to the roof of the car, and then testimony that he held down a fellow student and cut off his hair, Republicans have been scampering to find examples of how Mitt is really a very kind, gentle, helping person.  You know, when he’s not firing people from their jobs to make himself richer.

One of his top advisers and, as luck would have it, his Lt. Gov. in Massachusetts, Kerry Healey, thought long and hard and then could only come up with one example of Mitt being kind.  It, however, is a good one.  Mitt helps the lame.

In defending Romney as “deeply compassionate” and “unfailingly kind,” she pointed to moments during the GOP primary when Romney was “being attacked from every side.”

“His response was always professional, calm, civil,” she pointed out. “In fact, he even intervened on behalf [of] — to try to help — Gov. Perry when he was stumbling [in attempting to remember a talking point during a debate]. His impulses are very kind impulses and there should be no debate about whether or not Gov. Romney is a bully.”

Y’all, listen to me.  Do not roll your eyes, secure in the knowledge that Romney was taunting Perry.  Do not do that.

You need to appreciate that the only damn thing a woman who has known him for 20 years can think of as an example of Mitt being kind is that he was trying to help a special needs Governor who was too drugged up to count to three.

I mean, that make him practically the Mother Teresa of compassionate conservatism.

If you’re only going to do one nice thing every 65 years, then helping a special needs Governor should certainly be what you pick.

Thanks to Deb for the heads up.

Okay, so Libertarians follow the teaching of Ayn Rand, an atheist crazy woman with exceptionally juvenile writing skills and plot development in her defense of narcissisticly murdering the social contract.

And here’s how they act.

Supporters of Ron Paul booed presidential hopeful Mitt Romney’s son off the stage Saturday at the Arizona Republican Party convention, as he sought to solidify support for his father’s nomination.

So, while claiming to believe in individualism, they hunt as a pack devouring any individualism in their way to their ultimate goal of being Mad Max.

I do not like these people.  I call them Looneytarians.

One of the reasons they have not gained acceptance in the GOP is that they don’t love Jesus.  Okay, I realize the GOP doesn’t love Sweet Jesus either, but they say they do and  that’s all that matters to them.

So, here come Rand Paul.  Somebody must have taken him down to the river and dunked him to wipe away all his atheist sins because he’s decided that talking “morals” is suddenly real  important.

Here we go for a ride on the Crazymobile —

“I tend not to wear my faith on my sleeve,” he said, adding later that “I see decisions government makes almost always in moral terms.”

He spoke about his opposition to abortion and gay marriage, his fiscal conservativism and his opposition to war….

His strongest partisan line was to criticize President Barack Obama’s position on gay marriage.

“He said that his views were evolving on marriage. Call me cynical, but I didn’t think his views on marriage could be any gayer,” Paul said.

What the …. ?

Rand Paul: IslamoChristian

Libertarians are supposed to be FOR women making their own choices and people marrying who they want to.  Where’s Ayn Rand at the only time you really need her?

Bless his heart, Rand Paul is the worst of two worlds.  That’s hard to do.  You can’t do that accidentally.

I am trying to say something wise, intellectual, and calm about calling something “gay” when you mean “bad” in this day and age.  I have decided it is, “Come over here for a few minutes, Son, while I hold your head in the toilet and flush a few times.”

Plus, I do not even want to know here he got those hair plugs, but I must sweetly suggest it’s how he got his head up his butt.

Thanks to David for the heads up.

On rare, rare occasions, I post something personal here.  This is it.

My adored damn-near-perfect daughter-in-law earned her Juris Doctorate  with honors yesterday.  She asked Bubba to hood her, and you could not have wiped the grin off his face with dynamite.

We did not have daughters of our own, so our sons gave us magnificent daughter-in-laws.

Congratulations, Elizabeth Ann, we love you more than you’ll ever know – until you have a perfect daughter-in-law of your own – then you’ll know.

By the way, even though I only post personal things about every 5 years, I will post something personal again next month when our Lisa Lynn completes her surgical residency.  Yes, they are both doctors – one can fix you body and the other can fix your juris.

And now that I have embarrassed her completely, back to politics.