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Sharon – The Hamburger Discourse

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Sharon – The Hamburger Discourse

“It don’t get much better than this, ” Robert exclaimed, as he ate his first burger.

They were sitting at a concrete picnic table at city park.
“You sound like a beer commercial, Reverend, but no, it doesn’t. You know Bob, it truly does amaze me that the Lord took so long to get around to inventing the hamburger.”

“He had to wait for Texas, first.”


“Yeah. The hamburger as we know it today, was first enjoyed in a little town called Athens, Texas. I ate a hamburger there once, you know, in their honor.”

“Was it good?”

“Big Mac. Same as New York, L. A.”

They both laughed. John chewed a little, “Do you suppose that’s the way the Gospel got out.”

“What you mean?”

“I mean Paul, the tent maker. He goes, and begins his missionary journey. He expounds this wonderful new concept he’s found somewhere out on the Damascus Road. Well, all by himself, Paul isn’t much. In fact, he finally gets himself killed. Then, a few centuries later, ‘McDonald’s’ picks up the message, and they package it, and sell it to everyone, and no one really has the original at all. It’s nothing like the form that Paul preached about. It’s a pre-packaged, pre-shrunk, one size fits all Christianity. Then, about sixteen-hundred years later, we came along and gave the world the ‘new improved Christianity.’ Do you think that’s the way it happened.”

“I think it evolved. You see, John, the faith is alive! Even in my short lifetime, I’ve seen major changes in the faith. Oh, we hold to the old truths, sure, but there is more. In the early days of the Reformation, there was a real danger of the Catholic Church bullying the smaller denominations out of existence. They had real political power back then. But now, no. Sometimes, I even listen to what they’re saying.”

“Like what?”

“Well,” Robert looked around jokingly, as if to see if no one was listening, “like the communion of the Saints. Do you know what that is?”

“No, I really don’t.”

“Well, it’s the belief that we are all a community of believers, both alive, and in the other world. You notice how I didn’t say ‘dead.’ In God’s eyes, you don’t change when you die, you just get closer. And, this community of believers communicates with each other, and prays with each other, and loves one another. No barrier, no real separation.”

“They can hear you.”

“I think they hear you when you talk directly to them. Oh, they don’t hear every single thing that every single person says. Kind of like one of those ‘on-line’ services where you can include, or exclude messages. You don’t want sexual material, you just cross it off. Folks got to have their privacy.”

“And what about Mary?”

“Boy! Why don’t you ask me something easy?”

“C’mon, you started it.”

“Poor little ol’ Mary always gets beat up when Catholics, and non Catholics get together. First thing out of the hat. Well, here goes. Yeah! Just like any other saint in Heaven, I think she can hear us. Now, the difference comes in when you start asking her to do magic tricks and such. Scripture tells us that there is one mediator between God, and man, and that’s the man Jesus!”

“But, if she is there, and is His mother, wouldn’t he listen to her?”

“Well, yes, but how much do you think her advice would weigh up against His decisions?”

“She’s his mother.”

“You always do what your mother says?”

“Jesus is the perfect son.”

“Jesus is also God!”

“Do you think these people really see her?”
“I knew you been over there at that church a sniffin’ incense. I don’t know if people see her.”

“OK, OK, do you think it’s possible for a person to see her?”

“Look, let’s look at it this way. How many Baptists see Mary? Hummmmm? Only Catholics, and then only under very questionable circumstances. I’ve never seen Mary, have you?”

“No, but I’ve seen someone like her, Bob. You know, I’m really having some problems with the faith right now. This stop has really put some stuff on me.”

“You notice how you are not saying that you’re having problems with your faith, but with the faith. You still believe, don’t you, Johnny?”

“Yes, of course. Bob, do you think that I can loose my salvation?”

“No! Absolutely not! No one can snatch God’s chosen ones from his hand. Now, he may slap us on occasion, but he never throws us out, or allows us to be plucked from his hand.”

“Can we walk away, Bob?”

This was turning into a very heavy hamburger for Robert, but he knew that this was why he was here in the first place. It was his job to steer this young preacher onto the proper path.

“I’ve seen preacher’s try to walk away. I ain’t never seen ’em succeed, though. Once you are a preacher, you’re always a preacher. I remember a preacher friend of mine, years ago. He started in a little auxiliary church off of my daddy’s back home. He had a little flock, about ten, and he preached in a one room house we had out in the boonies. He got mad at some at some gossip goin’ ’round, and he up and quit one day. He just walked away.”

“A couple of years later, I’d done forgot all about him, I heard he had cancer. A cancer in his leg. Well, they took the leg off. Then he got cancer in the other leg, and they had to take that one off, too. Then he got cancer in the lung, the liver, everywhere. They couldn’t take them off, so he ended up at the V. A. hospital. He laid there all alone, he wife wouldn’t even go and see him. The nurses told me he died preaching a real ‘bell- ringing’ sermon to the walls of that empty room at the V. A.”

“I wondered about that. How could God do that to one of his servants. But then, he did that to Peter, Paul, and who knows how many others. He told us at the last supper, his father was like a gardener. He prunes some branches, and some branches he cuts off. the way I see it, if a branch never bears any fruit, well, God’ll just cut it off, but if a branch has ever bore any fruit what so ever, then he’ll prune, and prune, ’till the branch bears more. He pruned that preacher literally. But, I was always encouraged by his last moments. Preaching to the wall. You know what that means, Johnny? That means he finished his last sermon right in front of Jesus himself! No better end for a preacher.”

“Stories like that always make me wonder, Bob. Like that crippled guy the first night of this revival. So happy, but no life at all. Wheelchair. And I know I’m supposed to understand all these things, but sometimes, frankly, I don’t.”



“Evil in the world, Johnny. When Satan caused the fall, he didn’t just mess us up, he messed up everything. God created a good world. He was pleased with it. Satan didn’t want to just get us, he wanted to discredit everything the Lord had done. Take the Garden of Eden for instance. Now I don’t know if you believe
in a physical garden or not, but I think you’ll agree that the weather there must’ve been good.”

John agreed.

“Well, I think that the early earth had a more pleasant climate. Now, I know a lot of scientists would shout me down, but I’m an old preacher so indulge me a little. Anyway, after the fall, even the weather went nuts! Storms, floods, all such things. The Lord Jesus himself told us that in the last days these calamities will multiply, until it’s almost unbearable, and then He’ll come. See, it’s been a growing, and a growing, ever since the fall, whatever that fall may have been. Once, a perfect world, then, a not so perfect one.”

“Some folks may tell you the ‘fall’ was man showing up at all.”

“They may be closer to the truth than we know.
They both got out another burger. Robert went on, “Do you believe in evolution?”

John laughed, “I am a minister of the Baptist faith. You think I believe in evolution?”

“I don’t know, that’s why I asked.”

“No, I’m a creationist. I believe that God did create the world as it is now.”

Robert never looked up from his hamburger, “I believe in evolution.”


“Uh huh. I believe in evolution.”

“Well, tell me this Reverend Hunter. How do you get up there, and preach from the Bible when you believe in evolution?”

Robert looked straight at John, “I don’t. I sing.”

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I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For

Sat, 09/22/2018 - 8:32am
And I still, haven’t found, what I’m looking for.

Years ago, people were aghast when I claimed my research shows liberals all lie easily in public debate: Liberals ROUTINELY grasp unproven information, and promote it as truth without fact checking. SOME republicans also do it, but ALL liberals do it – I literally searched high and low for exceptions for 10 years, and even offered cash finder’s reward on social media.

And I still, haven’t found, what I’m looking for.

Proof of “Antagonism” Lies

We now have compact, solid proof Democrats widely invest and promote unproven information without hesitation and without conscience, if it is politically antagonistic. Truth is determined by politics, not by a healthy, fixed moral system. This makes liberals fundamentally different from those who determine truth by weighing facts carefully. They lie to create antagonism and rancor, before any analysis has been done:

  • Kirsten Gillibrand (D-N.Y.) said Thursday: “I believe her because she is telling the truth and you know it by her story.”
  • “Judge Kavanaugh has not asked to have the FBI review the claims,” Gillibrand added. “Is that the reaction of an innocent person? It is not.”
  • When Sen. Duckworth (D-Ill.) was asked about Kavanaugh denying the accusation, the senator responded, “Well, I have heard, you know, many, many predators say and refute allegations against them.”
  • Former spokesman for Bernie Sanders and CNN contributor, Symone Sanders, said she didn’t even need to wait for more information: “For me there is no debate. I believe Professor Ford. Judge Kavanaugh has lied multiple times under oath.”
The Worst Kind of Lie – A Principle Lie

Notice how liberals were certain all of Bill Clinton’s clear-minded accusers of 5 years before, were nuts, but now Kavanaugh’s sole, vague accuser of 35 years ago, is 100% believable.

Or, notice liberals remain silent, condoning the lie-circus going on now in Washington. Tens of Democrat leaders are leading the lie-accusation fest, so this is not a tiny minority of democrats. Silence becomes an important, integral complicity in the crime of false accusation, when you aren’t the one who is falsely accused.

Can’t Be #MeToo and #NotHer, If You’re Honest

Which of their advocacies is a lie?  Liberals can either be against the clear-headed women accusers of Clinton, or for the vague sole accuser, but not both.  You can’t be “#meToo” and “#notHer” in an honest brain.  One of their sentiments has to be based on lies about principles – the worst kind of liars.

Their Future Stain Plan

If the liberals’ attack doesn’t work, they plan to stain Kavanaugh forever with the accusation.  Their decadent witch Sotomayor is celebrated, while the decent man Kavanaugh will be impugned forever as a conservative rapist on the Supreme Court.

And I still, haven’t found, what I’m looking for.

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Woman Who Walks on Stones – The Stones

Fri, 09/21/2018 - 6:09pm


The Stones

by Brother Theo

After some time had passed in silence the cat flowed easily from Beaver’s lap to the plank floor of the porch where he resumed his favorite spot, and watched the world beyond Mandi’s fence with an appearance of indifference that belied what Mandi now knew to be his true nature. Beaver chanted an old lullaby Mandi remembered with an aching heart as he thumped softly on a drum about the size and shape of a tambourine. The wind chimes somehow contrived to accompany the song almost inaudibly.

Beyond them the world of white men, women and children sounded like a soft symphony into which all sounds became one. When he had finished, the three sat together in companionable silence, and Mandi felt a peace that was remembered, but knew no particular moment.

“How old are you Akei?” She asked finally.

Her grandfather gave her a surprised look. “That is not what I expected you to ask.”

“What did you imagine I would ask?” She looked meaningfully at the bowl of pinkish water on the small table Between them, and then at the bandaged finger resting on the edge of his drum. Floating on the water was a well remembered maguey thorn. Mosi shook his great head violently as if he had mites in his one good ear, and made a noise somewhere between a cry and a growl. Mandi thought it a most un-catlike noise. Clearing his throat Beaver gave an embarrassed grunt. “Of course, she was always my best student.”

For a moment Mandi stared at the cat incredulously, and wondered if it had talked to the old man; she knew he had. Turning back to beaver she asked “It hurts still?”

“It was worth it.” He replied.

Her look became piercing and she said “So?”

Beaver sagged a little in his seat looking chagrined. “Has no one ever told you it is impolite to ask an old person their age? The cat’s stare intensified, and Beaver shrugged helplessly. “Ah well.” He said as her look turned flat. After a sigh the old man looked out at a passing cloud. After a while he asked “Do you know how old Moses was when he died?”

“One hundred and twenty” replied Mandi automatically.

“But that’s a lot of jumbo jumbo Akei. The Bible says everybody lived to be, like, I don’t know, hundreds of years old back then. Nobody really believes that.”

Beaver turned a sharp look onto his granddaughter. “Not everybody Tsosi, only some; and those were what the whites call prophets, but we call medicine people.”

“Medicine people?” Mandi scoffed. “What, now you’re politically correct grandfather?”

“Yes granddaughter, people. There are many medicine women in the histories of all the people of the earth.”

Mandi considered that for a moment. “So are you saying that you’re like Moses or something?”

“I’m saying that the Almighty chooses some and gives them years in which to become wise, and to do His will in. Some of his plans cannot be passed on from one person to another, but must be seen through by a single person with a purpose to making things on our earth be as they are in heaven.”

“So what is your purpose here grandfather? “ she asked softly.

For a moment she saw a look of evasiveness flit across his face, but it was gone as quickly as it had appeared. The cat turned his head to look at the old man meaningfully. Shaking his head Beaver said “I suppose so. Mandi felt a shiver pass down her spine. The cat was talking to Beaver, and it was telling him what to do. “It is not just the Almighty who has plans granddaughter; there is an…adversary, and like the Almighty he has servants and friends who do his work here on the earth.”

Knowing that Mosi was somehow talking to Beaver made Mandi uneasy. “What is he saying to you?” She demanded, pointing at the cat.

“He’s telling me to get on with it.” Grunted Beaver. The cat looked loftily away. Bending forward to rummage in his seemingly limitless bag, Beaver’s expression became unreadable. Producing an old, worn looking wooden box about the size of a box of cracker jacks his eyes turned hard and piercing. “This is how it feels when a person knows they must do a thing that they do not wish to do. I am only the delivery man in this.” His gaze softened and he said “These are not a gift Mandi, and when it has done it’s part your heart will understand how I feel in this moment.” Passing her the box he said “ Listen to me now Mandi, and do not forget a word of what I say.” Opening the box she saw five identical stones. They were smooth and oblong, each was a uniform gray and perhaps the size of the first joint of her little finger. “You are to place one beneath your pillow for the next five nights” Beaver intoned. His voice had become deeper and rougher. “They will bring you visions while you sleep.”

“They will make me dream?” She asked, feeling as if she were already asleep and dreaming.

“Not dreams; visions. And Tsosi, it is of the greatest importance that you not awaken during the vision.” To Mandi it seemed that her world had narrowed to a tunnel, and that her grandfather’s voice was drifting down from the tunnel’s mouth. “Lissssten child.” Now it was the lisping voice of the great snake. “Lisssten to his voice and hear.” Instantly she was before Beaver, his gaze intense, his eyes like chips of arctic ice. “You can only be awakened from these visions by your own will. Do not will yourself awayke; If you do you will become part of the vision. If that happens…well, you will never return.”

Mandi felt fear in her belly, and was aware of a sense of unreality. “Like before?” She whispered.

“Not like before.” Said her grandfather sadly.

“But the Mesa, the coyote,” she shivered. “The cat” she whispered.

“That was not a vision.” Beaver’s voice sounded near to breaking.

“But Shim’a…mother said. She said you gave me…that you made me see things with your leaves and, and poison.”

Beaver looked into her eyes, his features carved into a look of infinite sadness. “Let us talk of those things after Tsosi, for now, just listen. And obey.” Again the voice of the great snake sounding like a hissing echo “Obey.”

Touching one of the stones with a finger she rolled it over. “How will I know which one?” She asked.

“Each stone will make itself known granddaughter. And do not seek the stone in the morning when you awaken, it will have returned to its proper place after it has shown you what is must.”

Her hand sought and found his large, strong hand; it was warm and comforting. “I want to say that you do not have to do this, but long ago your hozho was unbalanced, and darkness now seeks you. If you turn aside from this your spirit may well wander in places best not imagined.”

“Will you stay and watch over me while I sleep?” Her voice was suddenly small, like that of a little girl.

“I will” he said. “And so will your new friend.” The cat opened his great jaws as if in a yawn and a huge roar issued from them that brought dust and paint chips down from the porch ceiling. Mandi quailed before the sound and wondered what she had gotten into as neighbors came out into their yards to look about, into the sky and at each other looking for the cause of such a loud and unusual sound.

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The Attempt to Smear Kavanaugh Exposed…Addendum

Fri, 09/21/2018 - 4:14pm

A political circus of a dark and dank nature continues to draw an audience when that circus should really just pack up its tents and go home…and I’m speaking of the political circus known as Kavanaugh v. Dr. Christine Blasey Ford…a woman who I believe is nothing but a Democrat bought and paid for political whore.

In his article The Attempt to Smear Kavanaugh Exposed,, my RIGHT SIDE PATRIOTS partner and friend Craig Andresen laid out why there actually is no case against Judge Kavanaugh by pulling apart his accuser’s own words…words that give no tangible evidence whatsoever of a crime ever having been committed…a crime of attempted rape that supposedly happened 36 years ago.

Briefly, Dr. Christine Blasey Ford, sent a letter back in July to Rep. Diane Feinstein (Ca-D) accusing now Supreme Court nominee Brett Kavanaugh of sexually assaulting her back in high school. For 36 years not a peep out of this woman…for 36 years in all the background checks run on Brett Kavanaugh as he worked his way up the judicial ladder not one accusation of any such kind surfaced…but now as a vote was set to be taken on Kavanaugh’s appointment to the Supreme Court a letter sent by Dr. Ford to Rep. Diane Feinstein back in July is suddenly made public. And so the circus begins…send in the Democrat clowns.

And a circus it remains even though Dianne Feinstein herself recently stated in regards to Dr. Ford’s accusations that, “I can’t say that everything is truthful. I don’t know.” And if the woman who sat on this letter for months because she questioned its validity now is stating just that, one has to wonder what is really going on.

Well I can tell you what’s going on…all the Trump-hating Democrats…and sadly some Republicans too…will say and do anything to stop the appointment of Judge Brett Kavanaugh to the High Court just because he’s Trump’s nominee…and a conservative nominee at that. And while this eleventh hour accusation against the good judge is grandstanding at its very worst, in this country even a liar has the right to be heard but no one has the right to stall a Senate vote based upon their political agenda alone.

And such is the case with Dr. Christine Blasey Ford, an uber liberal, pink p**** hat wearing professor at one of California’s bastions of higher indoctrination. And with her retaining known Democrat operative Debra Katz as her attorney and doing so even before all this became an unabashed three-ring circus…the left’s cause and effect becomes perfectly clear…either stop Brett Kavanaugh’s appointment in full now or if said appointment can’t be stopped at least put off the vote until after the midterm elections.

Believing that such a delay would give Democrats time to “power-up” their base to get out and vote this November against both the party and a president who thinks that someone who (allegedly) assaults women should sit on the High Court is but part one of their so very convoluted thought process. And the second part…if they could stop Kavanaugh from being seated now the Democrat’s figure they could then stop or at least stonewall any other Trump Supreme Court nominee until 2020 when hopefully one of their own would become president, thus turning the High Court back to the left.

Convoluted thinking indeed along with the fact that the Democrat hierarchy still believes that even if somehow Brett Kavanaugh was conformed that he would be rendered judicially impotent if seated…impotent enough to where all his oral and written arguments would be questioned thus tying up the High Court’s decisions for months or maybe even for years, and that they would then get to blame President Trump for the now already right-leaning Supreme Court not doing its job in a timely manner. Just goes to show that for the Democrats even a loss can be twisted into a win…in their minds alone that is.

So while the Democrats are now using the “rape card” in a last ditch desperate attempt to block the Kavanaugh nomination… especially since the “race card” seems not to be usable in Kavanaugh’s case…let me bring up but a few other scenarios the Democrats had hoped would work against Kavanaugh but didn’t, and why in the end the Republicans will prevail with Brett Kavanaugh becoming the next Supreme Court justice.

When these allegations of a sexual assault by Judge Kavanaugh first surfaced and while the accuser still remained nameless, the Democrats had hoped that with Brett Kavanaugh being a good decent family man, a faithful husband, a father of two young girls, and a church going man as well, that he would withdraw his name from nomination if for no other reason than to spare his family the heartache and embarrassment of not just the accusation itself, but of the sure to come three-ring circus the media would have it become.

But the Democrats never even entertained the possibility that Brett Kavanaugh was a man of true inner strength and conviction…a man who boldly stated on day one and has not wavered since that said accusation never happened and that he would fight this until both his integrity was restored and the allegation was exposed as the lie that it is.

And by his standing strong against such a grievous accusation, Brett Kavanaugh actually forced his accusers name into being made public whether it be by the Democrat’s themselves or by a leaker. Just getting Christine Blasey Ford’s name out in the public domain not only put a name and face to Kavanaugh’s accuser, but it actually now gave Republicans the upper hand for one can successfully fight against a real person, one cannot successfully fight against someone who cowardly hides behind anonymity.

And with Kavanaugh’s accuser being named, it is she who is now rightfully under the microscope so to speak, and what is seen of her life and her comings and goings should make people think twice about the motive behind sexual allegations being used to push forward a political agenda. Again, you can read about some of that in Craig’s article The Attempt to Smear Kavanaugh Exposed, but here I will add to what he has written for new information has come forth about Christine Blasey Ford’s possible motive in making such an unfounded untruthful accusation and it ain’t pretty at all.

Besides Dr. Ford being an avowed liberal Democrat and vehemently anti-Trump, her apparent hatred for Brett Kavanaugh might have nothing to do with an attempted rape that never happened, but might have to do with a twisted revenge of sorts against his mother for putting her parents through what she perceived as monetary hell so to speak.

Briefly, Brett Kavanaugh’s mother, then Maryland State Circuit Court Judge Martha Kavanaugh, was the judge in a 1996 property foreclosure case involving Ralph and Paula Blasey, Christine Blasey Ford’s parents. And even though this foreclosure case occurred many years after the alleged incident with Brett Kavanaugh took place, and while other judges presided earlier in the foreclosure process, it was Kavanaugh’s mother who issued the rulings that while allowing the Blasey’s to keep their home did so via a very costly settlement/refinancing deal with the lender, United Mortgage & Loan Investment Corp. And while Judge Martha Kavanaugh did grant a voluntary motion to dismiss the case in January 1997, foreclosure proceedings are something that follows one regarding any future home or property purchases. The Blaseys sold their home in 2011 with some saying at a loss due to lawyers fees and refinancing costs of the foreclosure case.

And guess who first started making sexual accusations against Brett Kavanaugh to her therapist in 2012…Christine Blasey Ford. A wee bit too coincidental time wise if you ask me.

But the timeline itself could be somewhat telling for 2012 heralded in Obama’s last term in office and assurances of a Democrat line of succession became paramount on the Democrats “to do” list. And so people were lined up, lists were made, background investigations were done, and stories were concocted to ruin any Republicans chance of regaining the White House in 2016. Never thinking that someone like Donald Trump would ever win the presidency, the Democrats were in meltdown mode until Supreme Court Justice Antonin Scalia’s death when they saw a possibility of at least sidetracking the Trump presidency. And what better way to do so than to deny him the ability to turn the High Court to the right for possibly generations to come.

However, after having failed to stop Neil Gorsuch from being appointing to the bench, the Democrats turned their sights on now nominee Brett Kavanaugh, did their homework, went back through their files of sorts, and came up with Democrat activist Dr. Christine Blasey Ford who they discovered had made sexual accusations against the newest nominee to a therapist. Building on the unprovability of a decades old accusation…knowing well that “he said-she said” sexual allegations in today’s “#MeToo” environment could possibly work in their favor leads us to where we are now.

“He attacked me”
”he tried to rape me””I thought he was going to kill me”…all words out of the mouth of Christine Blasey Ford against a man who says he was not even there. A true “he said-she said” scenario but one whose purpose is to both ruin a good man’s career and stonewall a president they feel stole an election from the woman whose presidency was to be Barack HUSSEIN Obama’s third term in office.

What a mess this has turned out to be.

And so the woman who said that she was more than willing to appear before the Senate Judiciary Committee to testify about the alleged attack has now changed her mind and says that the F.B.I. should investigate the “incident” before senators even hold a hearing on the allegations…a hearing which was scheduled for this upcoming Monday. Besides the fact that the F.B.I. does not do investigations of this nature, there’s nothing like in-our-face stonewalling to delay the Kavanaugh vote until after the midterm election.

The once three ring circus has morphed into the circus of the absurd for now Christine Blasey Ford claims she is being threatened by the far-right and fears for her safety. But I say the only thing this woman is being threatened by is the fact that she will be proven to be a liar for the only witness to the supposed attack…Mark Judge..a witness Ford herself claims was there…says Brett Kavanaugh was not even in the house at the time the attack supposedly took place.

So where does this leave the political circus of the absurd now…Sen. Bob Corker, a Republican from Tennessee said that “After learning of the allegation, Chairman @ChuckGrassley took immediate action to ensure both Dr. Ford and Judge Kavanaugh have the opportunity to be heard, in public or private. Republicans extended a hand in good faith. If we don’t hear from both sides on Monday, let’s vote.”

And how right Sen. Corker is for Dr. Christine Blasey Ford never intended to appear anywhere…this was always made-up nonsense to push forward the Democrats anti-Trump agenda and nothing more with Brett Kavanaugh being but collateral damage in a war the Democrats will not win.

Remember the words “Let’s Roll”…well here are two more words to remember “Let’s Vote.”

Copyright @ 2018 Diane Sori / The Patriot Factor / All Rights Reserved.

For more political commentary please visit my RIGHT SIDE PATRIOTS partner Craig Andresen’s blog The National Patriot to read his latest article Vetting the Credibility of Kavanaugh’s Accuser‘.


Tomorrow, Friday, September 21st from 7 to 9pm EST on American Political Radio, RIGHT SIDE PATRIOTS Craig Andresen and Diane Sori discuss ‘The Attempt to Smear Kavanaugh Exposed’; ‘The Attempt to Smear Kavanaugh Exposed…Addendum’; ‘Twice a Traitor… Twice Unpunished’; and ‘Vetting the Credibility of Kavanaugh’s Accuser’.

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No Obama, “You didn’t build that”

Fri, 09/21/2018 - 1:21pm

“You didn’t build that” were words from Barack Obama, knocking successful achievement of Americans.

In 2016, Donald Trump was pushing his slogan, “Make America Great Again”, vowing to create more jobs by negotiating a better deal for Americans.  Obama responded, “How exactly are you going to negotiate that?  What magic wand do you have?”

Through better deals, lower taxes, with less government restrictions and regulations, Trump has created a booming economy, perhaps the best in our country’s history, with record breaking unemployment for women, youths, Blacks, Asians, and Hispanic Americans!  Yes Obama, Trump built that!  Trump didn’t wave a magic wand.  Trump is a business man and kept his promises to the American people despite obstacles from Democrats and the Washington swamp of corrupt politicians.

Trump built a stock market to an all time high, building future retirement and 401k for all Americans.  Trump built an America first agenda, renegotiating NAFTA and unfair tariffs with other nations as promised.  Trump built energy independence through oil and coal exploration as well as the Keystone pipeline.  Trump built American security, protecting America from terrorism.  When was the last time we heard from ISIS?  Quietly, ISIS has been destroyed and our military is ever stronger.  The Veterans Administration is being held accountable to help our veterans.  Jerusalem is now the recognized capital of Israel.  North Korea has agreed to dismantle their nuclear weapons. Illegal immigration has been reduced and MS-13, human traffickers, and drug cartels are being targeted through a task force to reduce crime.

Yes, Trump has built that and so much more!

On the other hand, what has Obama built?  Obama built a doubling of our National Debt and the highest number of Americans ever recorded on Food Stamps.  Obama built Obamacare, resulting in people losing their doctor and medical coverage.  Obama built a failing deal with Iran, giving billions of tax dollars to a regime that vows to destroy America and “wipe Israel from the face of the earth”.  Obama built ISIS, created through policies to release detainees in Iraq from prison.  Obama built the Bowe Bergdahl prisoner swap, releasing five ranking terrorists, who ultimately were responsible for killing Americans.  Obama built the scandal of Benghazi, ignoring warnings which resulted in Americans being killed.  Obama built the scandal, what was known as Fast and Furious, where weapons were supplied to Mexican drug cartels and ultimately used to kill to American Border Patrol Agents.  Obama opened the border to criminals.  Obama built racial tension and brought division to an all-time high of disrespect and attacks against police officers.  Obama built gender confusion, allowing men into the women’s bathroom.

Yes Obama, you built that!

So if Obama and the Democrats want to tell America how bad Trump is; then why would Obama and the Democrats try to take credit for everything Trump has done?

Frank Aquila is president of the South San Joaquin Republicans and author of the book, “Sarah Palin Out of Nowhere”.  He can be reached at [email protected]

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Transgender Recruiting Plans Include Your Kids

Fri, 09/21/2018 - 12:06pm

Ryan T. Anderson, the author of ‘When Harry Became Sally: Responding to the Transgender Moment’, gave a speech last week at Catholic University of America.

It was all very dignified and featured a walking–on–eggshells atmosphere. Yet under Anderson’s proper and decorous message was a stark warning for parents: Gender Red Guards are seizing the curriculum in government schools and they are coming for your kids.

Rick McKee The Augusta Chronicle

Or as Anderson has tweeted, “transgenderism is a belief system that increasingly looks like a cultish religion…being forced on the public by the state.”

“Today the focus [of transgenderism] tends to be on children,” Anderson warns. There are already 45 clinics that specialize in children and essentially function as recruitment depots.

“The standard of care is self–reinforcing” in a children’s gender jumble clinic. These clinics make sure that once a child has expressed even the most tentative misgivings regarding their “assigned gender” the staff makes sure there is no backsliding on the part of the child or the parents.

Left to their own devices 80 to 95 percent of the boys and girls who are gender–confused will happily revert to their gender before they become adults. Transgenderists can’t tolerate that level of attrition. A movement to normalize the abnormal can’t succeed if the numbers remain just a miniscule fringe of the total population.

These children’s clinics are a sexual Checkpoint Charlie. Once the child crosses over he’s behind the Berlin Gender Wall, never to be allowed to return.

Here the power of the state enforces transgender conformity. Many child welfare commissars consider it child abuse to send the kid to counseling that seeks to have them accept reality and accept their real gender. Instead a boy who is too young to experiment with a new pack of Virginia Slims can be encouraged by the government to start down the road to a new vagina.

This transgender ideology and its implementation by ‘child welfare’ bureaucrats is “systematically undermining parental authority.”

Inside the clinic parents are presented with a Trans for Tots regime where one size fits all. A three–year–old that just finished toddling, but is sexually wise beyond his years will begin “social transitioning.” The child gets a new name, new gender and starts playing for a new team as he lives as the opposite sex.

As the child approaches puberty it’s unthinkable that he undergo the process in the wrong body. The child is given a drug cocktail for life that blocks the onset of puberty and as Anderson terms it, “traps the child in a pre–pubescent body.” That’s an ideal development for ‘caregivers’ who also happen to be pedophiles.

Then as early as the freshman year of high school the process of producing the right body begins. Puberty blockers are traded for hormone treatment. As the 18th birthday approaches — earlier for some particularly zealous surgeons — surgical reassignment is possible. Although the new euphemism for this is irreversible body vandalism is “gender affirmation surgery.”

Anderson describes the ideology snaring these children as, “Radical expressive individualism combined with ruthless paternalism.”

And make no mistake these children’s gender clinics are practicing Mengele Medicine. Physicians and good Germans on the staff are experimenting on helpless children to advance an ideologically–driven medical theory with no basis in fact.

The parents are not told there are no long–term studies of the effects of this treatment on children. “The treatment is entirely experimental,” Anderson notes. Doctors don’t tell parents they are making it up as the go along.

If parents or the child has second thoughts, the lies begin. They’re told puberty blockers are reversible. “What they mean is the doctor hopes normal puberty will commence if the drugs are stopped,” Anderson explained. “They don’t know. There’s no ‘Pause’ button for puberty.”

Even worse the drugs parents are told to give the children are not FDA tested or approved for use in gender experimentation. The drugs are being used off label without government approval.

Even after ‘successful’ surgery that’s supposed to solve the problems of these deeply disturbed and programmed children, 41 percent will still attempt suicide after their operation. Even the Obama administration admitted in 2016 no study has found a long–term benefit from ‘gender affirmation’ surgery.

How can you protect your children from being swept up in this malign mania? Home schooling is a surefire solution. If that’s not possible, ask your school board if schools use the ‘Gender Unicorn’ or otherwise discuss transgenderism. If the answer is ‘yes’ have your kids opt out of the class.

Teach your children a biblically–based orientation to sex. Yes, it’s awkward. And yes, the kids may whine. But I guarantee if you don’t do it, the government schools will, and you may not like the outcome.

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Let’s Go With Something Light

Fri, 09/21/2018 - 11:29am
  • The Let’s go with something light today. Brother Theo and I have nightly discussions on current, and past events. Of late they have been a bit shorter, but usually the discourse can run two, or even three hours. These are “medicated” interviews as we will “pull a cork,” and work our way through various libations.

While some of the information contained therein is of a more serious nature, the majority of it addresses the absolute hilarity of the human condition. As politicians and various advocates for different causes take themselves oh so seriously, Theo and I have the ability to step back and look at the situations as they really are. We’ve considered recording these phone calls for a podcast, but due to the language barrier the amount of editing required would prove to be exhausting. We call a spade a spade, and in this present politically correct world that would surely draw the ire of of the more socially conscious observers. Oh, and by the way, some of the subjects I touch on here may rub some the wrong way. Lighten up! Get a life! This is the very reason these numbskulls get away with a lot of this. Nobody wants to talk about it. I talk about it. All that having been said, I give you a snippet of some of our considerations during our extended cocktail hours.

Concern over global warming, pollution, and the concern for the species would seem safe ground for even a talk at a British gentlemen‘s club you would think. Au Contrairé! As Texans, we would rather eat a spotted owl than preserve it. Should we run out of spotted owls, we’d just switch off to brisket. We know we would never run out of cows. What intrigues us is the concern for critters most of us would never see, and cannot understand what they do that’s so irreplaceable that man must move heaven and earth to preserve them.

The Tiger is an excellent example. Now we appreciate an orange cat with stripes, but understandably we already HAVE orange cats with stripes running up and down every alley in America, so what sense does it make wasting money and labor to protect this thing that has no qualms about eating people. The cavemen killed off the wooly mammoth, didn’t they? We still have elephants. Wooly Mammoth with a haircut! Just stuff the last one and put it in a museum for all the kiddos to see. Now Theo, being liberal, says if they wanna see a big orange predator, just go to the White House.

Or some creature so remote that anthropologists at Yale haven’t seen one, yet some chick in California will chain herself to a flagpole and swear to God she’ll never have sex with her girlfriend again until there is a federal mandate protecting this spiny little bastard, no matter how many people lose their jobs in the process. Or that nasty face S. O. B. at the bottom of the Mariana Trench! Greenpeace wants to save it. Why? Does it eat catfish? Interesting point; have you ever noticed that the things we eat, there never seems to be a shortage of? Big Macs come to mind.

Ugly white women senators. I must note that Greenpeace is not trying to preserve them, showing there is hope for the world yet. Also, have you ever noted that women who are pro-choice are women you wouldn’t want to have sex with anyway? Feinstein and Pelosi come to mind. Whoopi Goldberg? In fact ALL of the women on The View, but I digress. I know, I know, Whoopi isn’t a senator, but she thinks she is. The last time I saw something that looked like that Arnold Swartzenegger was calling it an ugly . . .

Chris Hansen. Now Chris alone is not funny, but all the Jackalopes showing up with a six pack and a case of rubbers sure are. And it’s almost always a thirteen year old girl. Theo’s a psychologist, and he thinks the number thirteen has some significance here. The most extreme is my favorite. The idiot that showed up, got naked in the garage, came in with a CAT! You can’t make this stuff up, folks. Naturally, Theo’s trying to psychoanalyze this nut, but I’m too busy laughing. Frankly, I can’t connect the dots here, and if I did it would worry me. You might note that no naked men with cats are showing up in Whoopi’s garage, just saying.

I drive a Mercedes SLK. I buy cigarettes at a convenience store right across the street from a high school. Price is higher than HEB, but there’s this cute clerk, and well, you know. Anyway, I almost always drive around with the top down and go by the store practically every day. Mix a high end sports car with high end school girls and you’ll get octane, even if you’re an old fart like me. So one day I pulled in and here they came, like moths drawn to a flame. One girl, a very fetching young black girl (that’s important, work with me on this) came over admiring my car. She asked if she could have a ride back to the high school. Her hand was laying on my door. I stoked her hand and said, “ Well, you could, but there’s something wrong with your skin.” Now, you know where this is going, right. Black chick, skin? She narrowed her eyes and asked, “ What’s wrong with my skin?” I told her, “Your skin is sixteen years old.” That’s a normal responsible response, and if you will note, I didn’t have a cat in the car with me. At sixty-six years old, I don’t have twenty-five to life left. Buy cigarettes, go home, drink whiskey, and talk to Brother Theo. The punishment is much less severe!

Finally, committee hearings in DC. Wanna trim the budget? Put both houses of Congress on minimum wage, and make them work a forty hour week. Outrageous you say. I say, soda straw law. I know that’s California, but I’ve noticed that SoCal usually proceeds the rest of the country in economics, traffic, law, practically everything. It starts there and spreads out across the country like a flu virus. I’m convinced that the first Tide Pod eaten was consumed in Hollywood.

If Congress had to work for a living we’d get a lot more bang for the buck. First off, they’d start the day actually trying to get something done, and look forward to the weekend just like the rest of us. Also, when some ugly white woman senator suggests calling in the FBI to investigate events at a frat party back in 1986 you tell them that’s very fine, but now they have to work overtime and Sundays for six weeks. But, they WILL get time and a half! Talk about clearing the schedule. You’d be lucky to get the rape of the Sabine women to the floor.

There’s much more, but suffice to say the ratio of serious concerns as opposed to comedy relief is decidedly slanted toward the script of a Cheech and Chong movie. Don’t take these people seriously folks. It takes just as many brain cells to consider Social Security as is does to contemplate the sex life of a yellow bellied sap sucker, which, in my opinion, became the national bird under the Obama administration. Peace out!

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Left, Right, or Straight Ahead

Thu, 09/20/2018 - 8:24am

Ring the bell. School’s In. Republican, Democrat, Left, Right, Conservative, and Liberal. For years we’ve been put in different categories, cans of beans if you will. The logic being that we are incapable of making decisions, choices, or logically working through issues without the sound bites of the main stream media, or politicians.

The theory is if you are a Republican you simply must be right wing and it only follows you are a conservative. Democrats labor under the left side of the playing field. If you’re a Democrat you have to be a leftist and liberal. Very liberal. Dead baby in every pot liberal.

Are the politicians that stupid, or are we that stupid for buying that nonsense? Liberal Democrat for instance. Smokes pot, wants open borders, be whatever gender you want to be. Believes a woman’s body is her body, and she has a right to do with it whatever she wants UNTIL it’s HIS grand baby about to be aborted, and then he ain’t so liberal anymore.

There’s an isle running down the middle of the the congressional chamber. Theoretically all on one side are liberal Democrats, and all on the other are conservative Republicans. It is accepted that all these folks vote into blocks no matter what’s on the floor. It is further assumed that whomever has the most votes wins all. This is what the midterm is all about. Control. The assumption that both parties vote along party lines in every bill.

This means that the people running the government have the mentality of a street gang. All the red rags vote this way, and all the blue rags vote the other no matter WHAT the issue is. If the Democrats want Obamacare the Republicans want to give lethal injection to cancer patients. If the Republicans want a Supreme Court Justice the Democrats wanna put a sign in his yard as a sexual predator. End game? Nothing gets done! It’s called a pissing contest, folks.

While there are principles within each party a little common sense is needed here. The old school idea of political party is dead, but we’re still propping up the corpses in a vain effort to NOT THINK! We follow the party line which is proceeded by hook, and followed by sinker which we all fall for. I’ll bet that if the Congress voted on ice cream the vote would run right along party lines between vanilla and butter pecan, except the black caucus who’d always vote for chocolate! What to do? Did someone say, “Tea Party?”

This extends to the hearings on the Supreme Court seat. All that while the committee was trying to figure out how the nominee would vote giving a situation. Not once did he say it’s impossible to commit to that because he won’t know how he’d vote until he sees the case! Judge Roy Bean could’ve answered that question.

Get out of your cans. Stop being beaners. Be AmeriCANS! Prove to the pollsters that we can’t be categorized. Show them that we listen, and vote accordingly. Show them that when the vote is in it’s over and Russia didn’t do it. Stop being lemmings. Don’t let anyone tell you just because you’re a Democrat you must champion abortion or if you’re a Republican you must build a wall. Hey, I have a hot idea! Let’s build America! Let’s try listening for a change, and vote how we believe, not how we’re told!

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How Can A Moral Wrong Be A Civil Right

Wed, 09/19/2018 - 10:49pm

As an American Historian my favorite area of study and discussion is the writing and ratification of the Constitution.  It isn’t because this is the beginning because the 167 year long colonial period became the world which birthed the Revolution, and without the Revolution there would be no America.  So the colonial period is crucial for identifying many currents and trends in our society many of which still impact us today.  Then why does this short period of one year capture my attention so much?  Perhaps, it stands out because this is the cradle, the bedrock of American civil society.  It is here that we can find the roots of the issue I wish to discuss today.

Labels are important.

The Revolution was fought not because of taxation.  Remember the battle cry of the Revolutionaries was not the anarchist’s “No Taxation!”  It was instead the cry, “No taxation without representation!”  This was not pulled from the heart of people who wanted to destroy the British Empire.  It was not shouted from the lips of people who initially wanted to start a new country on the edge of wilderness thousands of miles from the center of everything they considered civilization.  No it was the cry of people who sought for some level of local power.  They wanted a voice and a vote in Parliament.  What they wanted without vocalizing it was a federal system where there were defined levels of authority between a central government and a local one.

For most of the Colonial period the colonies had been allowed to run their local affairs.  It is known as the period of Benign Neglect when England more or less allowed the colonies to do as they wished, to establish local governments, and manage their own local affairs.

So after the massive expenses of the French and Indian War, which finally secured the American colonies from the fear of French attack, the British government sought to make the colonies help repay that debt through taxes. The fat hit the fire and Katie bar the door.  This sparked the Revolution fought to secure the right to local government.  The thirteen colonies all considered themselves independent States after the Declaration of Independence which expressly says:

That these united Colonies are, and of Right ought to be Free and Independent States, that they are Absolved from all Allegiance to the British Crown, and that all political connection between them and the State of Great Britain, is and ought to be totally dissolved; and that as Free and Independent States, they have full Power to levy War, conclude Peace, contract Alliances, establish Commerce, and to do all other Acts and Things which Independent States may of right do.

You can’t be much clearer than that.  Thirteen independent States formed a Confederation to fight the Revolution and to coordinate their foreign affairs.  After the Revolution when this Confederation appeared to weak a central power for some it was brushed aside in what some have called a counter revolution.  Remember the so-called Constitutional Convention was called and empowered to merely draft suggested amendments to the Articles of Confederation.  The Framers took it upon themselves to draft and entirely new government supplanting the one then in existence.  It was mainly the weight of Washington’s name attached to the effort which gave it undefeatable currency among the people forcing the current government to agree to its own obsolescence.

Here is where the importance of labels manifests itself.  The backers of the Constitution were in many cases wealthy and powerful men.  They had powerful allies in the press.  And in the ensuing debates that proponents of a strong central government were labeled the Federalists and those who opposed them were labeled the Anti-Federalists.

Besides the fact that “Anti” in front of anything certainly sounds and feels negative the reality is that the Federalists were the enemies of local authority.  Hamilton, the leader of the Federalists in the debate, originally wanted a monarchy.  And those opposing the Constitution wanted to keep the Confederation model of strong local authority and a loose central government.   In other words, the opponents in this vital debate were intentionally mislabeled to confuse the voting public.

Fake news didn’t begin with the Trump era and propaganda didn’t begin with Hitler or Stalin.

If we look at the most famous artifacts of this debate the Federalist and Antifederalist Papers we see that the Federalists led by Hamilton basically said whatever they had to in order to get the Constitution ratified.  They magnified the weakness of the central government and exaggerated the authority of the States.  Then as soon as the Constitution was ratified and they took over the new government Hamilton and his followers immediately began stretching the central power by re-interpreting such things as the Necessary and Proper Clause and the Interstate Commerce Clause.  This continues to this day.  Federalism which is the idea that there exists a separation between the sovereignty of the central government and the States continues to appear alive and well.  There is a central government in Washington and State governments in all fifty States.  However the Civil War radically changed the equation tipping the scales forever in favor of the central government.  The Supremacy Clause of the Constitution reigns supreme as does the central government.  Try to find somewhere in America today that is not regulated, monitored, or controlled by the various tentacles of the Federal Government.  They’re everywhere, everywhere!

I have said all that to say this.

Labels matter.

In a pivotal debate today the press is weighted heavily in favor of one side and solidly against another.  They routinely portray one side positively and the other side as merely a negative of the side they are attempting to convince the public to support.  What is this issue?

I believe abortion is a moral dilemma disguised as both a political debate and a religious issue.  While it is certainly both I contend that at its heart lies a moral question whose answer will ultimately describe and define the reality of the three fundamental God-given rights for which the Revolution itself was fought to secure, “Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness.”

There is no debate about the reality of what an abortion is and what it does.  The science is all on one side.  Life begins at conception.  A freshman in high school biology should be able to put that one and one makes two together.

Yet how is the public debate defined?  How has it been defined for the many decades that it has occupied a prominent place on America’s horizon?

Is it Pro-abortion and Pro-life?  Two names which clearly describe the two positions.  No it is defined as a debate between Pro-choice and Anti-abortion or Anti-choice, Pro-women’s rights or Anti-women’s rights.

Why did I start this article speaking about the Constitution?  One, because it is a quintessential example of the power of labeling in a public debate, and two because looking at what this country was founded to secure brings us immediately to those God-given rights we all love so much.  The first of which is “Life.”

We may call this a political debate between Republicans who are officially pro-life and Democrats who are officially pro-abortion.  We may call it a religious debate between Christians, Muslims, and Jews who believe in the sacred sanctity of life and secularists who believe that one can be sacrificed for the convenience of another.  We can be distracted by the carnival mirror reporting of the Corporations Once Called the Mainstream Media or we can look inside ourselves and let the voice of our conscious speak to the reality of our lives.

Murder by any other name is still murder.  Murder is always and everywhere wrong.  Does society need to do a better job educating people about the cause and effect of casual sex?  Yes.  Do we as Americans want a culture of life or a culture of death?  The secularists demand that we look at the science when it comes to their Gia worship dressed up as man-made global warming so why don’t we demand that they look at the science.  Life begins at conception period.  If reading studies or listening to lectures is too tedious to prove this fact, maybe looking at ultrasounds of pre-born in the womb sucking their thumb or scratching their head might help.

Now back to the Constitution.

Those who seek to advance the Living Constitution model basically say that what the Framers believed was carved in stone was actually written in sand.  Through their interminable twists and turns of literary interpretation legerdemain they seem unable to understand that the Second Amendment actually means what the words say.  However, they have been miraculously able to stretch the Fourth Amendment to confer a right to privacy which is then stretched to say the right to an abortion, which was considered an abomination during the time of the Framers, was somehow implied in there some place.

The Constitution which was written to establish and maintain a limited government is now elastic enough to empower the leviathan along the Potomac.  And the Revolution which was meant to secure our God-given right to Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness has morphed into the ultimate evil state approved and funded murder.

This all leaves me with a final question.  How can a moral wrong be a civil right?

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Politics and the Creation of a Third Sex

Wed, 09/19/2018 - 10:46pm

“Gender is a spectrum for many folks. It’s not a fixed thing.”
– New York City Council Speaker Corey Johnson who introduced and pushed for “gender X”

America’s northeast and west coasts have totally lost all vestiges of sanity and it goes way beyond their leftist politics. Now trying to change the tangible realities of biology itself by aligning with similar legislation in California, Washington, New Jersey, and of all places Germany, New York City just this past Wednesday saw their City Council, in a 41-6 vote, pass legislation to officially recognize certain of the city’s resident’s as “nonbinary identity” citizens.

And of course this inane legislation has the backing of uber-leftist Mayor Bill DeBlasio and was actually signed off on by the city’s board of health.

So what exactly is a “nonbinary identity” citizen? Simply, it means that New York City will give adult residents…residents who in their warped minds alone do not identify as either male or female…the chance to choose a third gender…the now-called “nonbinary option” referred to as “gender X”…to replace the existent birth gender on their official government birth certificates. And this legislation, which will go into affect this upcoming January 1st, also allows transgender residents to change the gender on their birth certificates from female to male or male to female as the case may be, and to do so without a doctor’s written statement or an affidavit by a licensed health care provider. And why…in order to supposedly reflect who they are now not who they were at birth.

And if that’s not enough for you to say “what they hey,” the “X” option can also be used by parents with “intersex children”…hermaphrodites they used to be called until it became politically incorrect to do so…as in children born with both male and female external and/or internal sexual characteristics…a chromosomal and genetic condition that accounts for but 0.5% of the population no matter some claims that the number is much higher.

But except for true hermaphrodites…oops…I should say “intersex children”…the reality is that while you can alter or even eliminate your outside “package”…and you can even butcher your innards into trying to fool yourself and others that you are someone that in reality you are not…the fact remains that no matter how much you cut, chop off, rebuild, align, dress, or even just live life as the sex opposite to that which you were born…you cannot change your genetic or chromosomal code. One born male remains genetically male…one born female remains genetically female no matter how many surgeries one has…no matter how many hormones one takes…no matter how one tries to convince oneself otherwise.

In simpler terms…there are and will remain two sexes…male and female. And even “intersex children” have more critical sexual characteristics of one sex than the other.

So what exactly did Mayor DeBlasio say about his city totally going off the deep end…a city that already allows parents of clearly sexed newborns to leave four little asterisks as a “placeholder” on their children’s birth certificates until they feel said children are old enough to choose a sex for themselves…insanity and nothing else. In a recently released statement DeBlasio stated that this bill would “allow transgender and gender nonconforming New Yorkers to live with the dignity and respect they deserve.” Oh really…this bill has nothing to with dignity nor respect for dignity and respect must be earned not mandated…meaning this “gender X” nonsense, as usual, has everything to do with the Democrats trying to garner more votes as the midterm elections draw near.

Then there’s New York City Health Commissioner Dr. Mary T. Bassett, who in trying to justify this nonsense via the using of faux science stated that, “We know that being able to live your authentic gender and gender expression is critical to physical and mental health.” Adding that because of the many “bureaucratic roadblocks and prohibitive costs” of changing one’s gender being a “long fraught arena for trans and gender non-conforming individuals,” it has negatively affected their mental health, their access to health care, and to public services. “Now more than ever, we must ensure that all people can live their best and healthiest lives,” so Dr. Bassett said.

But in regards to transgender individuals especially, how mentally healthy is it to so radically change one’s physical identity when it can simply be about refusing to admit that one is actually gay or bi-sexual…not very healthy I would think. Take transgender Bruce Jenner for example…a man who became Caitlin…a woman (sort of)…but who freely admits that at times even Caitlin is attracted to woman. Of course he not she is, for Bruce Jenner is still now and forever genetically programmed as male no matter what he now calls himself. Wouldn’t it have been better to simply admit to himself and have the public accept that he was bi-sexual than having to resort to such a drastic action as butchering himself…I would certainly think so.

But maybe a part in creating this current transgender/gender nonconformist birth certificate brouhaha, is partly society’s fault for not accepting people like Bruce now Caitlin Jenner for who they are…simply just another minority…an extremely small minority…within American society’s collective whole and nothing more. And contrary to the “holier than thous” who say all this what they call “deviant behavior” goes against God’s law that homosexuality is a sin, still erroneously claim that those living under the umbrella of gayness is but a lifestyle choice. And isn’t the issue of gayness what “gender X” is really all about…I believe it is. But those fearful anti-gay folks need to know and accept as fact that sexuality is determined during fetal development as proven by tangible scientific fact…it is not now nor will it ever be a choice.

Simply stated, genetic-endocrine “forces”…as in a series of changes and combinations of androgens released or not released prenatally at very specific times during fetal development…is what determines all person’s sexual orientation and no amount of baseless homophobia, public mockery, religious browbeating, or even a skilled surgeon’s knife can change a person’s genetic code.

And that is what makes this entire birth certificate issue such a farce for when the “package” is metaphorically unwrapped one is as they were born no matter what is cut off or added to. And really, why should such a small sub-sect of the population be given such preferential treatment as to deem themselves a whole new gender…aren’t we all supposed to be equal under the eyes of the law…as per the Constitution we supposedly are.

So if we are equal under the eyes of the law doesn’t that equate to New York City’s new “gender X” birth certificate law being illegal for allowing just a hand-picked few the ability to change their birth certificates while not allowing the collective whole to do so. I certainly would think so especially when it’s examined constitutionally. And that’s in addition to what NYC Councilman Robert Holden (D-Queens), who voted against the bill, says will open the door to “abuse” and other “public safety issues.”

How so? As per Councilman Holden, “Just having anyone – without going through a doctor – say they’re another gender or X; that could lead to abuse and all sorts of problems.” And Holden added that, “We need more oversight,” for “How does ‘X’ describe a person? Don’t we have to have some standards and order?”

No, New York City does not nor can it for there are but two sexes…male and female…no matter who one chooses to live as or who one chooses to love.

And City Council Speaker Corey Johnson saying that the “gender X” legislation is, “one of the things I’m most proud of” and that, “This groundbreaking legislation will make New York City birth certificates more inclusive for all and will send a powerful signal to the world that New York City government works for everyone,” shows just how clueless yet conniving he is for all it shows is how far desperate Democrats will go to garner even the fringe vote.

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The Case For Militarizing I.C.E.

Wed, 09/19/2018 - 10:41pm

“We’re not abandoning ICE and we’re not abandoning our law enforcement.”
– President Trump speaking at a ‘Salute to Service’ dinner in West Virginia 7/3/18

I cannot say it enough…President Trump has turned out to be a great president as has his America First agenda with its focus being to help Make America Great Again (#MAGA). From the tax cuts, to the economy and jobs numbers, to removing us from Obama-era deals that should never have been, to making American exceptionalism something to again strive for…the list of ‘wins’ grows almost by the day.

However, and it pains me to say this, America is not winning on one key issue and it’s through no fault of President Trump, for try as he may the fact is that our southern border is still very much penetrable as witnessed by those breaching it everyday. And no matter how hard I.C.E. tries to do its job, no matter the amount of leeway Trump gives them, no matter the limited National Guard presence currently at the border, illegals are still crossing into our country with but a slap on the wrist…if even that. And once they get to stay here after what amounts to being “processed” with mandated court dates in hand…dates very few will keep…these folks are given vouchers for “free stuff” with Democrats lurking in the wings ready to sign them up for illegally “manufactured” voter I.D. cards by which they can cast their illegal vote multiple times.

And with all this “free stuff” now in their possession, the illegals then “infiltrate” our country by seeking refuge in the hundreds of sanctuary cities across our great land or they just hightail it to a sanctuary state…some hoping to blend-in, others not caring if they do or not…yet all secure in the knowledge that even if they’re caught by I.C.E agents nothing of lasting consequence will be done to them as sanctuary city mayors and sanctuary state governors refuse to cooperate with or honor I.C.E. warrants and such.

And the majority of Democrats and their party leaders relish in this for reality sees President Trump still not having his campaign promised wall…a wall that should have been built by now. And while said wall would be a deterrent in slowing down the invasion at our southern border, a wall will never be a permanent solution to the problem for walls at best are but window dressing…window dressing that can be gotten around, over, or under if the determination to breach it is there.

And while this wall once built would be an all-important symbol of President Trump’s promised and delivered return to American nationalism, the fact remains that it’s not the promise of freedom that brings the majority of these folks here, but simply the lure of “free stuff,” for most illegals don’t care about American nationalism, assimilation or being part of the fabric of our American society.

But as long as the wall remains in limbo the Democrats are happy as they get to add more illegal names to their voter rolls. Getting these folks to “safety” directly translates into more Democrat votes, for few will bite the hand that gives them all their new found “free stuff”… and to Democrats it has always been and will continue to be about nothing but votes.

But what of the wall itself…why really is it still not built? It is not for lack of trying on President Trump’s part, but is for both the lack of funding and the liberals ad-nauseum mantra of “open borders for all” no matter that illegal aliens…criminals all just in how they came here knowingly breaking our immigration laws…continue to mock those laws. And while those laws have been designed to gladly welcome legals into our country while striving to keep the illegals out, the sad fact is that those laws are not being fully enforced.

And one of those laws not being fully enforced involves the current E-Verify system…just ask Mollie Tibbetts’ family about how well that one is not working. Put in place in 1996 to help stop employers who throw out the bait of jobs to those ripe for the picking (no pun intended) and who sometimes add in even more “free stuff” to sweeten the deal…E-Verify to this day beckons even more illegals to enter our country by what some see as being “incentivizing employment-document fraud and identity theft.”

Again, ask Mollie Tibbetts’ family about that very aspect.

And to make what was an already bad situation even worse, today most of those who employ illegals…what amounts to cheap labor…have little ability or incentive to check the validity of someones employment documents. And this in turn leaves any employer who dares to challenge a document’s validity or who might outright refuse to hire an illegal, to face the prospect of both a lengthy and an expensive discrimination lawsuit, the what could be big money in the bank cases liberal lawyers fight each other to secure…ambulance chasers to the nth degree.

And yet even now the demand for illegal workers remains strong, especially in sanctuary states where cheap labor easily pads company bottom line profits. And these shady employers know their illegal employees are also padding the Democrat’s voting rolls, translating into these greedy sorts basically saying “America be damned.”

So what’s the solution for this current illegal alien crisis…a crisis amounting to an invasion coming from Central America replete with the murderous thugs known as MS-13? The solution is as it has always been…shut down our southern border in full until the wall is built with“expedited” deportations becoming the rule for any and all illegals caught (even if it means deporting entire families), and untying I.C.E.’s hands so they can do what they were always supposed to do…secure our borders and keep American citizens safe. And try as I.C.E. may to keep American citizens safe, sadly more and more Americans are dying at the hands of illegals with the list of ‘Angel Families’ growing by the day. But this too is not the fault of I.C.E. for they’re being prevented from doing their jobs by Democrat mayors and governors who favor the ‘so-called’ rights of criminals over the rights of law-abiding American citizens.

And when you add in the sad fact that the liberal left has turned I.C.E. agents into their version of immigrant-hating monsters… monsters that must be stopped by bullets if need be…how can we citizens be kept safe when liberal activist judges always seem to side with those who relish in making a mockery of our immigration laws?

And the answer to that is let specially trained I.C.E. agents not only work alongside our military when they’re at the border, but actually have those agents become an integral part of any future military contingent tapped to do so.

“Every agency has to have an enforcement branch. Immigration is no exception. If Congress eliminated ICE, it would have to create some other immigration enforcement entity.” So said Stephen Yale-Loehr, a professor at Cornell University Law School.

I.C.E…the U.S. Immigration and Customs Enforcement Agency…falls under the auspices of the Department of Homeland Security. Created in 2003, I.C.E. was but one part of President G.W. Bush’s post-9/11 reorganization that included dismantling Immigration and Naturalization Services; name changing the Bureau of Immigration and Customs Enforcement to U.S. Immigration and Customs Enforcement; and also name changing the Bureau of Customs and Border Protection to U.S. Customs and Border Protection. And Bush charged I.C.E. with enforcing federal laws governing border control, customs, trade, and immigration…meaning I.C.E.’s main job was and still is to promote security and public safety by enforcing current immigration laws within our U.S. borders.

But with I.C.E. now the target of the lefts unabashed crusade to abolish it coupled with the fact that our current immigration laws are not being fully enforced, the left continues to demand “open borders.” And if “open borders” is what the left demands then common sense dictates that I.C.E. needs to be made stronger…much stronger…but that can only be done through some limited degree of militarization.

How so…by taking a specifically dedicated sub-sect of I.C.E.’s enforcement branch…the branch that deals with the actual rounding up of illegals for immediate deportation…and having specially selected agents answer directly to the military, thus allowing them to bypass the bureaucracy of I.C.E. higher-ups in order to initiate deportations in a more timely manner. And with President Trump saying on February 7, 2017, when speaking at a meeting with manufacturing and industry CEOs, that his administration’s deportation agenda is “a military operation,” logic dictates that a “military operation” should be conducted via those trained by and answering to the military.

And with Trump adding to those words that the U.S. is “getting really bad dudes out of this country. And at a rate nobody’s ever seen before…it’s a military operation because what has been allowed to come into our country, when you see gang violence that you’ve read about like never before and all of the things—much of that is people who are here illegally,” the stage for at least partial militarization was set for something that while not yet reality is something that really should be.

Should be…for the fact is that specially trained border patrol agents…agents trained in military operational tactics…are desperately needed when dealing with the more violent illegal alien criminals and outright terrorist sorts now crossing into our country…enemy insurgents both. And with a war being fought at our southern border…a war against criminal aliens, terrorists, drug smugglers, and gang sorts…what better persons to deal with a war than military trained operatives. But logic again dictates that if those operatives are military trained they should answer to the military for who better than the military to decide when outright force is needed…it sure isn’t politicians sitting in D.C. nor is it I.C.E. bureaucratic sorts who have to work their way up the pencil-pusher chain of command to get anything done, especially when it involves the use of force.

“We cannot allow all of these people to invade our Country. When somebody comes in, we must immediately, with no Judges or Court Cases, bring them back from where they came. Our system is a mockery to good immigration policy and Law and Order. Most children come without parents…” – President Trump’s tweet on 6/24/18

And how could this limited degree of militarization be accomplished? To begin with, the crime of “invading” our country must be deemed a felony starting with the first offense not being a misdemeanor as it is now. Also, an actual declaration of war against these “invaders” should be issued allowing military trained I.C.E. agents to get directly involved. And while the courts have consistently upheld that anyone on U.S. soil is protected by the Constitution’s right to “due process,” even if they entered our country illegally, nowhere in the Constitution does it say that we must accept into our country those deemed “criminal invaders.” And knowingly and willingly breaking our laws to get here…to “invade”…automatically makes one a criminal, therefore they need not only be denied entry but their criminal status itself allows our government the right to send them back from whence they came without “due process.”

And while liberals will say that even criminals are entitled to “due process” for the crimes they are being accused of committing, the criminals and crimes liberals are referring to is the illegal who willingly committed the crime of illegal entry. Word semantics maybe, but word semantics at times does speak the truth, as does the fact that a 1996 statute allows immigration authorities…as in I.C.E…to deport certain persons without a hearing, a lawyer, or a right of appeal under certain conditions. Called “expedited removal,” this process directly applies to illegal aliens… “undocumented migrants” as per the statute…illegals found within 100 miles of the border and within 14 days of entering our country. The statute also imposes no geographic limit and allows for “expedited removals” up to two years after an illegal entered our country.

So with illegals actually being exempt from the right to “due process,” and if war at our southern border is formally declared…as it should be…the fact remains that while active-duty military cannot be used for domestic or civil law enforcement as per the Posse Comitatus Act of 1878, National Guard troops…a reserve military component…can respond to both. And with border patrol agents stretched thin due to the sheer number of illegals trying to gain entry into our country, it makes perfect sense to militarize I.C.E. to some degree, thus melding the two components into one powerful anti-illegal alien fighting force.

And all it takes, at least in the short term, is an executive order issued pertaining to national security for President Trump’s main job is to protect the lives and the welfare of ‘We the People,’ and the unsecured southern border courtesy of the stonewalling tactics of the Democrats is denying him the ability to do his job.

And that is a message we can send to help President Trump this November, for this midterm election is indeed all about illegal immigration and both its economic and legal ramifications. And when you couple that with the fact that we on the right are sick and tired of Democrat party leaders seeing Donald Trump as but an enemy combatant who they, at all costs, must remain at war with, we can relish in the fact that while they do so they remain ignorant to the reality that they’ve already lost their self-perceived war for Donald J. Trump is still president and Hillary Clinton is not.

Copyright @ 2018 Diane Sori / The Patriot Factor / All Rights Reserved.



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The Heart of the Problem is in the Heart

Wed, 09/19/2018 - 5:07pm

Benjamin Franklin told us, “Only a virtuous people are capable of freedom. As nations become corrupt and vicious, they have more need of masters.”

Socialism is a debilitating confidence game dressed up as an ideology used by demagogues and want-to-be dictators to fool its victims into believing it is possible to have your cake and eat it too.  Those who fall under the spell of the charlatans singing this siren song actually come to believe it is fair and just to force some people to labor for the good of others.  This is the same type of sophistry and rationalization that was used by the clergy and philosophers of the Antebellum South to justify unending human bondage for an entire race of people because it was for their own good.

This twisted tool of central planners and bureaucratic tyrants teaches those who have not that it is fair and just to take from those who have and re-distribute the plunder as the government decrees.  This is not fair!  This is not just!  To teach that it is raises up generations of people who believe they have a birth-right to that which is not their own forfeiting their true birth-right: the opportunity to succeed through their own efforts.  The products of such an educational system are citizens without virtue voting pawns without honor.  Not because they have made a personal decision to live without these two attributes but because they have been programmed to believe taking the fruit of someone else’s labor is permissible as long as it will be given to someone else.  Theodore Roosevelt said, “To educate a man in mind and not in morals is to educate a menace to society.”

Those who drank the Kool-Aid dispensed by the government schools learned that this type of theft is not only permissible it is laudable.  They were told and they believe that this is what Robin Hood did: steal from the rich to give to the poor.  However, in reality the legend of Robin Hood tells of a fighter for liberty and the sanctity of personal property who robbed the stolen wealth of corrupt government officials so that he could return it to its rightful owners: those who produced the wealth in the first place.  However, the leaders of those wishing to turn America into a Venezuelan style worker’s paradise have turned the world upside down demanding that people objectified by the name “Millionaires and Billionaires” need to pay their fair share.  Yet they never say what that fair share is or when enough will ever be enough. According to Noah Webster, “…if the citizens neglect their duty and place unprincipled men in office, the government will soon be corrupted; laws will be made, not for the public good so much as for selfish or local purposes; corrupt or incompetent men will be appointed to execute the Laws; the public revenues will be squandered on unworthy men; and the rights of the citizen will be violated or disregarded.”

We look around us and we watch as our beloved United States of America crumbles.  Our elected leaders act as if it is their goal to spend us into oblivion.  The only way to understand their pronouncements and actions is if we consider ourselves a conquered people and the Washington-centered oligarchy as an occupying power.  We, the silent majority who labor, innovate, and produce are treated as subservient beasts of burden needed and appreciated more for what can be extorted from us than for who we are.  Samuel Adams once said, “No people will tamely surrender their Liberties, nor can any be easily subdued, when knowledge is diffused and Virtue is preserved. On the Contrary, when People are universally ignorant, and debauched in their Manners, they will sink under their own weight without the Aid of foreign Invaders.”

It is no wonder that we see such a sorry collection of second-rate scoundrels prancing about on the stage of power.  They sell their snake oil of class warfare indoctrinating their victims to be needy and then promising to fill their gnawing need with loot legally taken from others.  This immoral process breeds a population without the virtue of self-reliance or the honor of being independent.  The soul sapping addiction to eternal government support leads to a nation neither adapted to nor deserving of liberty.  When a birthright has been sold for a bowl of stew it cannot be regained by demanding more. Thomas Jefferson said, “Dependence begets subservience and venality, suffocates the germ of virtue, and prepares fit tools for the designs of ambition.”

We the present day guardians of America must stand before the tsunami of anti-education that leads our nation away from virtue and into unrighteousness.  We must serve as examples working to earn what we receive and refusing to either play the victim or accept the self-imposed victim-hood of those who seek to expropriate the fruit of someone else’s labor.  We must stand for righteousness or we will fall before the juggernaut of socialism’s final assault upon the land of the free and the home of the brave.

In the coming election we must choose wisely.  We must find someone who is virtuous and who adheres to the principles of constitutionally limited government which alone can protect personal liberty, individual freedom, and economic opportunity.  Samuel Adams instructed us in this basic truth, “Neither the wisest constitution nor the wisest laws will secure the liberty and happiness of a people whose manners are universally corrupt. He therefore is the truest friend of the liberty of his country who tries most to promote its virtue, and who, so far as his power and influence extend, will not suffer a man to be chosen onto any office of power and trust who is not a wise and virtuous man.”

Douglas MacArthur warned us, “History fails to record a single precedent in which nations subject to moral decay have not passed into political and economic decline. There has been either a spiritual awakening to overcome the moral lapse, or a progressive deterioration leading to ultimate national disaster.”

Finally, looking to the ultimate source of wisdom Proverbs 14:34 tells us, “Righteousness exalts a nation, but sin is a reproach to any people.”

When we go into the voting booth this November don’t think about parties, think about right and wrong, don’t be swayed by catchy slogans or the newest buzzwords, be swayed by the search for good and the rejection of evil.  God gave us freedom of choice.  The Constitution gives the freedom to choose.  Let’s do so wisely.  Let’s vote from our heart.  For as we look at the problems which beset our nation we must remember that the heart of the problem is in the heart.

Dr. Owens teaches History, Political Science, and Religion.  He is the Historian of the Future and the author of the History of the Future @ © 2018 Robert R. Owens [email protected]  Follow Dr. Robert Owens on Facebook or Twitter @ Drrobertowens




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From The Mind of a Dumb Ole Biker From Alvin, Texas – Kavanaugh

Wed, 09/19/2018 - 7:49am

Thoughts From a Dumb Ole Biker From Alvin, Texas – Kavanaugh

The things you find out when you start researching the matter.
Some very interesting FACTS about the history of supreme court nominee Brett Kavanaugh’s accuser have come to light.

It seems that many years ago her parents were involved in litigation which should be considered as evidence of the weakness of her accusation.

It was a bitterly contested case, and very emotional as it involved the possible loss of her parent’s home. Aside from the FACTS that this accuser has a history of signing “petitions” against President Trump, giving financial support to various “resistance” organizations, and candidates, she made no report to any authority at the time, no record exists of his name EVER coming up in any therapy session (she claims she brought it up in a 2012 session, but the therapist’s notes prove otherwise, and this court case may be the most damning of all.

But, don’t expect to see much coverage of it on CNN, MSNBC, et al, because it is only FACTS after all, and doesn’t appeal to the emotions of leftists.

Oh! The name of the judge that presided in that long ago case? Martha G. Kavanaugh! Yes, she is the mother of the supreme court nominee, and no, there was no attempt to have her recuse herself because of the alleged “assault” by her son.

This is just another attempt by the perverts on the left to overturn by “revelation” what they clearly LOST at the ballot box.

“Despicable” is too nice a term for this! But, what do I know about such lofty aspirations by the Left? I’m just a dumb Ole Biker from Alvin, Texas!

From the Butcher!
Hold my beer, and watch this! Welcome to the world of “Pussy Politics!” Early on during President Trump’s quest to Make America Great Again the Democrats abandoned logical debate, and began to contemplate their belly buttons for answers. Actually, they were looking a bit lower. Lower being the key word here.

Consider the word “low.” Same sex marriage. Abortion. And the #METOO movement. Before they get on their high horse, oh, my bad, the mascot of the Democratic Party is a jackass, let’s look at recent history, and the current political model employed by the Democratic Left.

In a phrase, “When in doubt, whoop it out!” When all else fails. When political theory developed during Lyndon Johnson’s term produces more dependent, unemployed, fatherless children than at any other time in American history, divert to a Burlesque Show because that is the Holy of Holies of the Democratic Party. The high priestess of the movement, Hillary Clinton, was outed by none other than Yoko Ono as a lesbian who entertained her many times! Can you really blame Bill for looking for a date?

Even staunch, conservative Republicans shy away from this ploy, because they fear that they will be the next in line for a “Pussy Riot.” Well, that’s what I’m for. I’m the resident son-of-a-bitch! Let’s look at the “Loyal Left’s”attack on Brett Kavanaugh.

If all accusations are proven, the nominee threw a teenage girl on a bed at a party, and felt her up. Oh, we must note that he, too, was a teenager at the time, drunk, and she was at the same party. God knows she was only drinking spring water. If you believe that, have I got a bridge for you, and it’s on SALE! She didn’t say a word for years until a week before the vote to put Kavanaugh within reach of the Supreme Court. During his entire career she kept her mouth closed. The MeToos say this is because getting felt up at a drunken orgy is so embarrassing that her entire life was ruined, and being a woman with all the associated parts put her into PTSD. That bridge just went on a two for one sale, folks. Feinstein had this information months ago, but she forgot to mention it during during the umpteen hours of testimony. Now the Demographics want a full fledged FBI investigation of the shenanigans at a frat party sometime during the last century. That’s not too far fetched for Feinstein because that’s how long ago somebody felt HER up!

This is a desperate delaying tactic to push the confirmation beyond the mid-term elections when the Democrats pray that the house and senate will switch and they will again be in a position to screw us all. Hey! #METOO! Hopefully common sense with prevail and the vote will go forward as President Trump drains the swamp, and again we see pretty ducks on a beautiful pond, all swimming in a row!

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Dèjá Vu

Mon, 09/17/2018 - 5:59pm

Déjà Vu

Welcome to the world of Literary Journalism. Following is going to be a five part series about where, which, why of world events instigated by our very own Daniel Lee, expounded by Brother Theo, and edited and blessed by me, Bill the Butcher! To quote the prophet, Willie Nelson, It’s All Going To Pot, and if you know the Butcher Shopper, Daniel Lee, it probably is. He hails from the East Texas nation of Holland, over in Europe and has a very expanded view of world politics.

With east against west, Muslim against Christian, liberal against conservative, and the West End Baptist Church against everybody we’re gonna keep our powder dry if we’re gonna survive until supper. This series will look at those factors from a number of views. Daniel Lee started this, and this will be the first time such a concerted effort at social consciousness will be delved into from three levels; Liberal, Conservative, and of course, Daniel Lee. So strap in, hold on and learn
Déjà vu

The Butcher

Always Remember
By Daniel Lee

Always remember the mystery you never remembered to solve…. And continue supporting the people who export war and import division…remember the folks who never got caught even though they murdered 2900+ members of your friends, family, and neighbors! Who did it? I will wait while you think… That is the affect of the deep corruption caused in part through Deep State’s lobbying and special interests groups in the USA, not the people, the damn federal government’s misrepresentation and their very consequential decisions. The Federal Reserve Bank and the military industrial complex. For instance; Who wanted to lose there kids in Viet-Nam? Not the average poor person, for sure… But now, ask yourself, who made the most money?

Always remember the truly corrupt justice department and the multi billion dollar prison system both public and private, and recognize that somehow speaking about injustice or the need for a reprieve from government makes you a conspiracy theorist or automatically hate the troops or police or the safety of your own neighborhood or puppies or anything American. Always remember the propaganda and not the truth. Good American, now sit! Paawwww! Goooood boyy! Yes you are! Who’s your daddy?

Please do recall, in vivid detail, every scrap of plane debris that was not left on the lawn of the Pentagon and the complete lack of human remains and do not question mainstream media or any other authority unless you subscribe to a Marxist belief system, you dirty communists. Always Remember, not to read up on Thomas Pogge; “Assisting” the Global Poor or try to not remember to scan through (Globalizing Justice, The ethics of Poverty and Power). While not reading, keep in mind how fervently the so called “black community” is against Trump and police violence but sincerely claim to be against war while maintaining bank accounts at financial institutions that largely invest in the production and distribution of our weapons of war. Remember that the bullet is the only weapon of mass destruction being used on the south side of Chicago. Remember to invest in your own death.

Always remember… Mostly all of us, at one time or another, have supported politicians who promise change we can all believe in (closing down Guantanamo bay prison, yes we can) and then turn right around to their own voting base and sign up the least educated with promises of education and false grandeur only to send those same black, brown and white soldiers to kill other brown and black people so “we” won’t get attacked by enemies even poorer than us.

Always remember that creeping sensation you felt anytime you were being conned out of everything you have, like when the news slowly transitioned from talks of Bin Laden to Iraq. Always remember your skin crawling when you saw the people leaping from the World Trade Towers to avoid being burned to death and those final gasps of fresh air, the ones they got on the way down to street level, were a relief to their smoke charred lungs… Always Remember that the buildings were demolished not by planes but by bombs planted weeks before 9/11. Remember, 9/11 is the day a mass murder took place and war was used as a cover up, the bright side, it is also the biggest insurance pay off in human history.

Always Remember or just forget all that I have said and just be mad at Trump for being a blunt son of a bitch. Drain the swamp and prosecute the guilty. We are not leftists or rightist, we are the divided crown holders, we are America and we are all being subjected to the same vile excrement that is human indifference and greed… Always Remember that you are not special, even if you are reading this, you are no better than the idiots who voted for Hillary in the name of progress in this matter. You failed, I failed and you should start your redemption by Always Remembering how they murdered us… In the name of Jesus, always remember.”

By Brother Theo

I remember the day I learned the most important lesson of my life. It was, as the Hoi polloi say, a day that changed the rest of my life. I had just turned thirteen, and my family had moved from Cedar Rapids Iowa to Dearborn Michigan. Personally, I hated it. And why shouldn’t I? My dad had been an executive in an accounting department at Kellogg’s, and we lived in a nice house. It was a nice neighborhood too, and there were lots of kids my age, or close to my age living there, and most of them were my friends. It was great! My friends and I played baseball nearly every nice Saturday during school (couldn’t play in the winter much, because of the clothes. Try to play winter baseball in Cedar Rapids in baseball clothes and you’d freeze your acorns off, as my uncle Wally used to say. But nearly every day during summer, it was game on. We had a pretty good team though. Some of the fathers came and coached sometimes; even bought us some pretty good uniforms so that when we rode our Schwinns to the crappy neighborhoods to play ball with the kids whose dads worked in the manufacturing and warehouse divisions of Kellogg’s along with the families of paper-mill workers, truck drivers and other workers Plato referred to as deltas and epsilons, we looked pretty good. He wasn’t uncle Wally, but sometimes Plato could put the nail right in it.

Anyway, even though we usually kicked those losers asses (a lot of them couldn’t put together a pickup game without using girls and little kids!), every once in a while we got beat. Some of those black kids could sure play ball. That’s something I learned when we got to Dearborn too, because it seemed to me that nearly everybody in Dearborn was black. At least the ones that went to my school. See, when we moved to Michigan it was because my dad got a promotion, and he got that promotion on account of the guy whose desk chair his butt was soon to be warming had croaked, and they needed dad there yesterday. Which is why Uncle Wally stayed there in Cedar Rapids to sell the old homestead, and we had to move into a rented house in a neighborhood that, like Dearborn itself, was an armpit. It was so bad in that first house that my mom had to put down boards for us to walk on until she had some people in to scrub the cooties off the floor! And the school. All I can say is two things about the school; one is, don’t give me your sob stories about prison, because that school, Edison intermediate school, was where kids went to train for prison.

Our basketball team was even called the Gladiators! I always tell people that I learned everything important in gladiator school, and that’s not far from the truth. So there I was, a soft white rich kid in a predominantly black junior high school fresh out of the sixth grade. Fresh meat. I would learn what that meant too. Ok, so it was my life changing moment. You should give me a sign when I digress. Sometimes I sound like that Peckerwood Brother Theo he calls himself, down in Texas.

What happened is this: there was this older guy named Devon, need I mention he was black? He’s going with this girl his own age, seventeen I’m pretty sure, who’s going to high school over at the Cara B Ford school for disadvantaged girls. I saw her once, and she scared me worse than Devon. Now Devon and a few of his buddies scared the bejesus out of me the second day I was in school. I had my head in my locker between Mrs. Murray’s English class and Mr. Eppinger’s math snooze. I was torn between boredom (Mrs Murray’s voice was like verbal chloroform), and the terror of being a piece on a giant Jumanji board, so I didn’t figure out that some big kids had ripped everything out of my locker, stuffed me in and locked the door until I was trapped upside down in my locker, folded in half like a taco! If anyone noticed they didn’t say anything. Upside down and facing the wall like I was, I couldn’t budge, heck it was everything I could do to breathe. I listened as the noise in the hallways dwindled. I heard the sharp metallic buzz summoning all us kids to class. I heard the late bell and wondered if I would be in trouble. I heard my uncle Wally’s say in my head, “Of course you’re in trouble bucko, you’re walled up just like that brainless idiot in that book you like called “The Cask Of The Amontillado” and the boys who put you there are blacker than Othello ever dreamed of being”. After they took everything from my locker to the second floor boys room and divided it up, the boys, men really, came back, pried my out of my locker, took everything from my pockets and told me to follow them.

It was the first day of my life I ever played hooky from school, and beneath the electric current of fear I felt (I was pretty sure even uncle Wally would be wetting his pants in this situation,) I felt the first tendrils of excitement which accompany acts of conspiratorial malice. In time this excitement would grow, and become a part of my character, becoming a reward in itself. Sitting inside a short outlet tunnel of the concrete drainage ditch that ran through this ritzy part of my new home I met Devon and his gang. And they were a gang, something That had only bounced around in my teenage skull as an amorphous combination of the cast of the movie Grease (the old one, not the new one), and those old Batman villains with their legions of henchmen. But surrounding me on that day, the day that changed my life, were five of the scariest looking thugs that I might have imagined during one of those terror filled walks I sometimes made in the darkness on my way home from a late baseball practice; the ones where I would imagine the Wolfman treading on soundless, deformed paws behind me, a snarl identical to the one on the plastic model which resided in my bedroom would have on its face right then! But then no one like Devon or his henchmen lived in my old neighborhood in Cedar Rapids. Hell, they wouldn’t have been within miles of that neighborhood, but here I was, squatting in complete isolation like one of the three little pigs, with five big bad wolves surrounding me “Now, I ‘magine you sittin’ there thinkin’ me and Smiley and the rest of us done you wrong today” Devon said this leaning forward on his corded forearms.

As he squatted before me his shadow enveloped me completely, and I noticed that the bristly hairs of his arms grew in clumps that reminded me of the clumps of thistles that grew in the unused yards separating the houses in my new neighborhood. Smiley, a name I never once saw him earn nodded sympathetically at these words and the others looked at me concernedly. I wanted to say “No, no, not at all, why would I feel that way?” But my tongue felt like it was stuck to the roof of my mouth, like it was stuck there by a big old glob of sticky peanut butter. And even if I could have said anything I wouldn’t have, because some primitive instinct made me be still. Devon’s merciless eyes searched mine, and in that long, endless moment I realized I was on trial for my life.

“What’s the matter little Peckerwood? Cat got yo’ tongue?”

Not knowing what to say I shrugged and managed to say, “I guess I don’t talk much.”

Devon stared at me in disbelief and then threw back his head laughing so uproariously that the sound bounced up and down the cement walls of the riverbed, but it’s echoes pulled the last of his humor with them. After another searching gaze he stood up. Gesturing for me to stand, he put a heavy arm on my shoulder, and we walked back toward the school. On the way he explained three things to me.

The first was that I wasn’t getting any of the stuff they took from me back. The second was that he was going to take anything he wanted from me every day from now on; in fact, I was to find him every morning so he could take it. “That what you Peckerwoods call robbin’ when a black man do it, but taxin’ when a white man do it” he explained. The third thing he said was what changed me forever. Not all at once you see, but slow like, as Devon would have said.

What Devon said to me was this, as we arrived at the boundary of the school property. “One thing you can count on fo’ sho’ is fo’ the rest of yo’ life. If a man can hurt you,” he jabbed my chest with a thick forefinger for emphasis, “and get hisself ahead in the doin’ of it, he gonna do it certain as I’ll whup yo’ ass the first time you show up with nothin’ fo’ me”.

I nodded dumbly as his gang started forward again. Holding me in place by my shirttail he waited until they were out of sight. Inclining his head toward the school he said, “ The lie is that you get your learning in there. The truth is, that’s where they tame you, take away your imagination, show you your place. That’s where they make you do what you don’t wanna do, go where you don’t wanna go!”

Relaxing his grip on my shirttail he softened his gaze and said “Out here, there ain’t no law a man can’t learn to avoid. You live through this school year, I’ll teach you that.” Plato ain’t got nuttin’ on Devon!


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From The Mind of a Dumb Ole Biker From Alvin, Texas – Tariffs

Mon, 09/17/2018 - 9:16am

From the Mind of a Dumb ole Biker from Alvin, Texas: Tariffs

So everyone is bitching about these so called Tariffs. First of all, do any one of you out there, whining and bitching, actually know what a tariff is? it’s a tax on imports, and those taxes while they go back to the consumer are actually a good thing and here’s why. Please follow along and think.

Right now we apply almost no tariffs for China when we import their goods to America, however China applies very high tariffs to anything we export to China. Now China does that to insure our goods cost more than theirs, which keeps the Chinese buying domestic products. Good for China, bad for us.

Now because we charge China very low import taxes. They not only have their people buying domestically, but they now have Americans buying the cheaper made Chinese products as well. All you have to do is go into any store U.S.A. and pick up a shirt, a knife, tools, and look at them real close. You will see “Made in China.” That’s what destroyed our manufacturing jobs. Our companies went to China, made the product cheaper, and because of the extremely low tariffs we apply to China, imported those products back to us. So we lost all of our manufacturing jobs. All of this brought to you by the original NAFTA deal. The Unfair to America deal.

Oh there were kick backs, politicians got rich on the deal, but the American people suffered. Now if we apply the same tariff rates to China, that China imposes on us, Chinese goods would go up, so people would start buying American again, and those lost manufacturing jobs would come back putting more and more Americans back to work. Now do you understand the program?

Ah, but what the hell, I’m just a Dumb ole Biker from Alvin, Texas, What do I know about such things?

Of course we wouldn’t be in this position if we had of used our heads, When we said, “Buy American,” we meant it, but many of you got sucked into those low prices and couldn’t resist because of the money you were saving. Look at us NOW! Here we Are…Trump renegotiating a deal to even things out. MAGA

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Sharon- The Punk

Sun, 09/16/2018 - 6:36am

The Punk

Robert went around to get Pat as she stepped up to the stage. Then he went and told the choir director the new instructions, then he went back to Andy. He told him to put on several lively numbers. He would try to keep the kids upbeat until John came on. John could hear his tape start, and Robert’s premixed voice boom out over the group. He looked between the canvas curtains at the crowd. Not many adults at all. A few old ladies, but if “Holy Joe” hadn’t shown up it would have been very sparse indeed. Even the choir was missing a few people. But, he did see Patty out there. She had her bright smile on, and not a hair was out of place. She looked like an angel in her choir robes. She, and the rest in the group, was clapping their hands in time to Robert’s song. He pulled the curtain back and went a few steps into the field, alone

“What should I do, Lord? You tell me what to say. Please let me say the right thing. What I do tonight can change a child’s life. That’s a big one, Lord, and I am not worthy, yet here I am.” He put his hand on his brow to think.

All of the sudden there was a strong smell of roses around him. He thought he’d gotten a whiff of some ladies perfume, but the odor increased. It was not unpleasant, nothing like the vinegar smell. It was like a tea rose smell. Light. Like a burning candle smell. It seemed to lighten his heart. In the distance he could swear he saw Sharon’s eyes laughing at him. Wishful thinking? No, they were there. Then they were gone. Were they ever really there? The smell stayed. Deep within his mind he heard a little voice, yet not a voice. A thought.

It suggested, “John, we have just one problem, you and I. Your will, verses my will. I will win. The sooner you understand that, the quicker we can get on with the next thing you have to do. Hear her!”

For no apparent reason at all, emotion overwhelmed John. Tears came to his eyes. There was no doubt in his mind about the voice. John accepted. Conversion comes when we least expect it. All of the arguments evaporate in less than a second, and leave a soul naked before God. For one heartbeat he was a fundamentalist Baptist preacher standing in a field just outside a small town. The next heartbeat he was a citizen of the universe, standing at the edge of eternity.

He stood there crying to himself for a few minutes, and he didn’t know why. He was crying for joy, sorrow. He was crying for his dead father. He was crying for every one of those kids out there, and that very beautiful man who had brought them all here. Robert’s voice brought him back in control. He wiped his eyes, made himself presentable, turned and went to the front. Robert and Pat were just finishing up when he came around to the front. He walked right to the stage, but he didn’t go onto it.

He hiked himself up, and just sat on it with his legs dangling off. He motioned to Robert to hand him the microphone. Taking it in hand he looked at the audience. “You all are quite a surprise for us tonight.” They burst out laughing. John used the laughter as an excuse to wipe his eyes again. He could explain the “tears of joy” to these kids if he had to.

He continued, “I’m not gonna give you a sermon tonight. I don’t think I need to come across to you kids like a Bible beating preacher.” He was talking in a normal voice to them. As if he were sitting in a car at the drive-in movie. One on one, with scores of kids. Andy slowly boosted the volume up on John’s mike.

“Last night, and the night before, I was explaining the ‘Highway to Hell’ example to the congregation, but I don’t think I have to tell you kids about that highway, do I?”

A bunch of “No’s” came from the group. They shook their heads and made numerous comments. John nodded and went on, “No, you know where the highway to hell is. And you know all about the parking lot of Heaven, ’cause Brother Joe has shown you that.”
All the kids clapped their hands, and Joe beamed from the rear of the tent.

“And ‘Holy Joe’ loves you for who you are. He sees the potential in every single one of you. He believes in you. Ain’t that right?”

More confirmation’s came from the crowd.

“Even when you make mistakes, like a good father, he loves you anyway. Even when things don’t look so good, he’s there with you. How many of you out there ever run away from something? Ever look bad in front of your friends, or did something stupid?”

This question took a while to quiet down.

“I’m gonna tell you about John Mark. He was about the age of most of you in this group. He met Jesus as a young man. He wasn’t a disciple, he was just a kid, whose ma-ma owned a big ol’ house that the Lord liked to go to. We now know that it was probably at this house that Jesus had the last supper. Now, John Mark could’ve been running with the other kids his age, but no, he chose to stay around and listen to Jesus. But kids, he was a kid. As a scripture scholar I know that he leaves his ‘signature’ on the Gospel of Mark in the fourteenth chapter when he tells us about the young man who fled naked away from the arrest of the Lord.”
He smiled, almost laughing. “Think about that. The cops made a snatch at him and he ran plumb out of his clothes to get away.”

They all laughed. “Dude was swift,” one boy in the front yelled.

“Yes, he was. But later he made the apostle Paul so mad that Paul sent him away. Paul had to fire him!”

“Sounds like a punk to me, ” a girl said. Patty stiffened, and waited for John to rain down fire and brimstone on the girl for such a remark. None came.

“Well, I don’t know what the Jewish word for ‘punk’ is, but I’ll bet you Paul called him that and then some. Cause maybe that’s what he was right about then. But you know what? In one of Paul’s last letters he asks someone to bring Mark back to him, because Paul claimed that Mark was helpful to his ministry. Mark wrote the book of Mark. If you study the Bible you know that the last verses in the book of Mark are written a little different than the rest of that book. Scripture scholars say that the book of Mark was finished by other hands. I think that’s beautiful! You know why? Because that tells me that John Mark, the boy who ran away not once, but twice, kept writing about his friend Jesus until the Romans did something to him that stopped his writing forever! He was the young idealist. He wasn’t smart like Paul, or tough like Peter. He was a kid. . . who believed in his friend. How many of you here would stand by your friend no matter what?”

Every single hand shot up. “Well, Jesus is your friend. I don’t want any of you to loose a single bit of that courage to stand by your friend. And, boys and girls, he don’t care who you are. He don’t care what kind of money you got. He’ll just stand by you no matter what. That’s the kind of person Jesus is. He’s the dude who mean’s exactly what he says. He ain’t no punk!”

He let that statement soak in. Then he lowered his voice, “This is a revival. People are supposed to come here to be ‘revived’ spiritually. Well, it works. Looking at all of you has ‘revived’ me spiritually. I feel like this is the first time I ever looked out at a congregation. But, that’s what Christianity is. It’s new. It’s not some concept in some dusty ol’ book, it’s as new as a new baby. It grows with every generation. Some of you out there will share the ministry. Some of you ladies will be the Sunday School teachers. I pray to God that each of you experiences the joy I felt tonight when those busses rolled up. I think that if Jesus were here tonight, well he’d most likely be a bus driver.”

He didn’t pray. He just got up, and walked out among the kids and started talking to them. The choir stood there, and waited for the signal, but none came. Patty could not take in all that she’d heard. Having to say that Jesus was not a “punk.” It was bad enough that the Reverend Joe Spears brought the ragamuffins into his church, but to the revival?

The children came up out of their seats, and rushed up to meet “the preacher.” They were all trying to talk at once, and John could only make out a little of each conversation. He was treated like a favorite uncle. And, they were all beautiful! Even in their street clothes they were beautiful. All of them had bright eyes. None held back. “Holy Joe” came up front to help John field questions.

“How long you been a preacher?”

“How old are you?” “You married?”

“Why don’t you have your own church?”

“What color you think Jesus was?”

There wasn’t any time for a long theological explanation to anything. These kids were up front all the way, and they were honest. They had come out of the streets of the worst part of this town to follow the dream of a man they called “Holy Joe.”

The revival began to disperse for the night. The band hadn’t played one song, the choir hadn’t sung one song. Yet, for John, it had been a success.

“We didn’t pass the plate,” Robert reminded John.

“They don’t have any money Bob.”


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Woman Who Walks on Stones

Sat, 09/15/2018 - 9:44am

Woman Who Walks On Stones – The Return

By Brother Theo

Mandi blinked. The cat was impossibly big, she had felt its hot breath on her face, seen its fangs, incisors at least as long as her forearm. She had smelled it; the overpowering odor of a huge predatory feline killing machine. It had been right there, inches from her face, its enormous head blotting out…well, everything. In its place was what had become her reality in the last few months; the thin wooden slats of her porch rail, the newel post painted an incongruous orange, the wind chimes hanging between the steps and the corner of the porch roof. The familiar, comforting hum of reality, her reality lay just outside the threshold of her yard.

” What is happening to me? Am I sick like before?”The words bounced aimlessly around in her head. When she had been a small child, only seven, she had awakened in her bed feverish, speaking gibberish and nonsense. She had been fully clothed, and from the scratches and bruises on her body it had been clear that she had spent the night before out in the open desert. Her mother had demanded she be taken to the white doctor at the clinic in Milan, the nearest white medicine available to the people in their village. Her anali hastin, or paternal grandfather had said that she would recover if she was allowed to talk of what had happened.

Her Father began drinking despite the poisonous look mother had shot him. So the three adults sat in her bedroom and listened incredulously as she spoke of seeking the path to answering a question her heart had been insistently asking. She said that grandfather had helped, and described what had happened in the kitchen. Grandfather had nodded saying that it was so. She then told of taking a sacrifice to the mesa of the sacred mountain and her encounter with the coyotes and the great spirit cat.

As she told her story her mother’s face betrayed first disbelief, then worry, finally settling on anger. When the girl spoke of the name gift from the spirit cat, her mother spat the word out as if it had been a bug which had flown into her mouth. “Mandi!” Her face contorted in fury. “Your name is not Mandi, it is Mai! And it shall remain Mai until your woman naming, for you are my bright flower!”

For a moment her body sagged and her face looked exactly as it had in the girl’s vision; sorrow contested with despair on her features. Suddenly her deflated body seemed to have filled with rage until it seemed her skin would burst.

“You!” She spat: her fiery eyes locked on the old man. “You put these notions in her head with your sticks and your feathers. Your worthless stones and dried leaves. You and your nonsense about the old ones, and the spirits did this!”

Spying the makeshift bandage on her daughter’s finger she unwrapped it revealing the swollen red fingertip. “Blood sacrifice” she whispered gaze riveted on the black hole that tipped the angry looking wound. “Blood sacrifice in MY HOME!” The room seemed to shrink as her rage, finally free of it’s restraints flooded in to it.

Mandi saw her father stand and walk unsteadily from the room, his face an unreadable mask. “And with my daughter’s blood.” She hissed. “Poison you put on the thorn! Poison to make her spirit fly!” In a low voice fashioned from undiluted malice she said: “And now it has truly flown away from us and left this” Her hand cut the air in a gesture that ended in an accusing finger pointed at the girl. “This Mandi thing.” Suddenly she rushed at her father in law pushing him forcibly from the room. From her bed she heard her mother screaming curses as she banished grandfather from their home, forbidding him to speak to Mai again. It would be four years before Mandi heard her grandfather’s name again.

Four terrible years. Years that separated her from what she had been, and made her into what she was. Now, on the porch, her body, weak from the shock of this most recent apparition she spoke the dreaded thought aloud. “It is happening again.” Her body jolted fiercely when a voice beside her spoke. “Aho Tsosi” turning her head slowly, her neck so tight that the tendons in her neck sounded like poorly tuned guitar strings being plucked in her ears, she saw her grandfather sitting in the rattan papa sahn chair beside her. The cat, still quite large for a cat, but still just the cat that had become her companion lately, was stretched out comfortably on his lap, eyes closed and purring as her her grandfather, Din’e, or beaver to her clan, scratched behind its one ragged ear. In the silence of the moment the wind chime tinkled faintly as if to remind her politely that she was indeed sitting on her porch, and not dreaming.

If Your Eye Be Dark

Taking a Knee

The Short Way Home

Seventeen Years Ago

Cruising For A Bruising

From The Mind of a Dumb Ole Biker From Alvin, Texas

All Womens Is Bi-Polar!

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Stop Worrying About A Wall, Start Worrying About Your Butt!

Fri, 09/14/2018 - 10:39am

Stop Worrying About a Wall! Had to slip this one by Facebook algorithms today. Said forbidden words like Alex Jones, Freedom of Speech, and constitution. You must understand where we are today in this country. We can no longer express our views, even in the halls of Congress, without dire repercussions from the Neo-Left. When a nominee for the Supreme Court is investgated for inappropriate contact in HIGH SCHOOL, we have a problem. So, Stop Worrying About a Wall, Start Worrying About Your Butt!

“Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.”

It’s so simple. But, there are those who say what applies to Congress does not apply to monopolies that make up their own rules, I mean “Terms of Service.” Your papers are not in ORDER! The Freedom Of Information Act needs to be expanded to regulate these huge PUBLIC platforms who are the REAL Russians, inhibiting freedom of speech, interfering with elections and influencing public opinion.

My very posting of this article is a danger to my own freedom of speech. It can be labeled “Hate Speech!” What’s next? ”Hate CRIME?” Where does it all end? They picked Alex Jones because he was very large low hanging fruit. A good test case, because if they can take him out the next domino is easy. Hannity, Fox News itself, President Trump!

Alex has warned us for years of an organized group of well monied organizations, pushing a globalist agenda who would try to take over the world. I laughed until they appeared all at once to dehumanize someone that they simply didn’t agree with.




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All Womens Is Bi-Polar!

Fri, 09/14/2018 - 8:50am

All Womens Is Bi-polar. Write that down. There’ll be a quiz later. Hey! I’ve got a really, really good idea. Let’s today put all the Po Po on a twelve step program. For the next twenty-four hours don’t shoot any black people. The event in Dallas where the off duty lady cop shot a black guy in his apartment, thinking it was HER apartment brings this problem to the forefront. And, I have a solution and answer to these kinds of events.

I usually let an event such as this age a little bit because things aren’t always as they seem. As facts filter in the entire story can shift on you, and if you have nailed yourself to a rock hard idea you end up looking stupid. But, this IS stupid. Let’s look at what we seem to know. Lady cop comes home. Gets off on the wrong floor. Now, with all the floor-plans on each level being similar it’s understandable that one can get off on the wrong floor. All that’s very fine unless you have placed a red doormat in front of YOUR door, and the door you are pushing open has no such mat.

So you gain entrance. Some witnesses hear her knocking and yelling “Let me in!” She claimed the door was ajar. Now! You’re a woman. You don’t see that your furniture is not there? Oh, it’s ”pitch black!” Then how did you see a black man in the dark? Why not turn on the light? First thing I’d do. This is where that good ol’ police training kicks in. ”SHOW ME YOUR HANDS!” POWITY, POWITY, POW, POW POW, and of course the ”Shots fired, ” over that thing on her shoulder.

This is not the first time a lady Po Po has lost her poo poo and shot the hell out of a black man for displaying his face. But, it always seems to happen more often than not down here in tornado alley. Must be something in the water. Alex Jones blames everything from climate change to gay frogs on water. Might be something there but I have another theory.

One of my expert consultants is an old black man who comes by now and again to swap lies and drink beer. Davis is a philosopher. He expounds his take on just about anything. One day, while drinking beer, and eating KFC with me (That racist enough for ya?) as we were feeding the bones to my little dog, Cleo, he brought up his ideas on women. Before I go on I know we weren’t supposed to be feeding chicken bones to the dog, but she lived through it, ok?

Anyway he told me, ”All womens is bi-polar. See that dog right there? That DOG is bi-polar!” Sigmund Freud, take a number! I think when it all comes down and down, Davis has cracked the case. Of course the police will put layer upon layer on this mess, trying to explain away just WHY the Girl stumbled into the wrong apartment and blew away the resident therein, but the practice of putting PMS and gunpowder together is proving again and again to be a bad mix IF it’s a cop. On the other hand licensed civilian women seem to do alright. Yep! Gotta be the water. Twelve step program for sure.

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From The Mind of a Dumb Ole Biker From Alvin, Texas

Thu, 09/13/2018 - 9:07am

From the Mind of a Dumb ole Biker from Alvin, Texas – Racism

So the Democrats say the Republicans are uneducated, racist, and bigoted. Let me take you on a journey. I was brought up in a little town in North Alabama. The Backwoods of Alabama.

Well I am going to say something, and it’s gonna piss a few people off, but here it is. Go to Alabama, Mississippi, Georgia, Tennessee, Virginia or Kentucky. The Backwoods. Now I speak this out of experience. I’m originally from Alabama, the Foot hills of the Appalachian Mountains. Most of these hillbillies, I can say that, because I’m from there, live by a code, and several of these communities, up until just a couple of years ago, had signs in their communities, The sign at the bottom of Brindley Mountain said “Nigger Don’t let the Sun go down” This sign was removed, just a few years ago, but it was there, They meant it! They didn’t want blacks in their communities, and they would, will, let their views be known. Views formed by racism.

Now guess what political party they all belonged too. Come on Guess….This was Northern Alabama, the sign finally came down just a couple of years ago. Virginia, Tennessee, Kentucky, Mississippi, Georgia, the hillbilly backwood regions of each state, they all voted and belonged to the Democratic Party. They’re all members of the Ku Klux Klan, Not a single Republican. Solid Democrats and the strong arm of the Democratic Party.

These are the racist, bigoted, uneducated people that the Democrats are pawning off as part of the Republican Party. They’re not Republican, each one of those groups, spawned out of the Democratic Party, Skin Heads, Neo Nazi’s, White Supremacist, all of them spawned straight out the racism of the Democratic Party. The Republican Party was there trying to insure the black community could and would vote. We took them to the polls to vote, and resisted the Democrats who were there to keep them from voting, many of them lost their lives for helping the black community. My how soon we forget.

But, I digress, what do I know about such things? After all, I’m just a Dumb ole Biker from Alvin, Texas. I’ve lived it and seen it first hand.

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