The Ship of State

American imperialist policy has positioned America as a opportunist global corporation, and a threat to the sovereignty of any nation that dares stand in its way. The line between democrat, and republican has become blurred as President Clinton claimed the global economic recovery for his own, King Bush II secluded himself and attacked anywhere there was a drop of oil to be had, and Obama struggled to socialize everything from health care to lemonade stands.

In spite of differences in stated policy, their  ultimate goals have always been perfectly aligned. Increase their own wealth, while reducing the power of the constitution to restrain their efforts. It is not conspiracy theory when the very words, “New World Order” come from their own lips. It does not take a tin foil hat to clearly see US corporations openly rewarded for leaving our shores and taking American jobs, and prosperity with them. When the US has a credit rating roughly equal to a moderately  successful meth dealer you must smell the coffee while avoiding the Kool Aid!

The election of Donald Trump, and the independent action of groups such as March For America, Raging Elephants Radio and hundreds of alternative news sources have heralded the handwriting on the wall. The old order changeth! The fire long burning on the palace lawn will soon enlighten the White House. The world watches with a jaundiced eye, having been disappointed so many times by stated US policy and the actual actions which followed. If you like your country, you can keep your country.

It is not liberal, or conservative, it is those who bought, as apposed to,those who didn't. In one election night poll the largest percentage noted was not Hillary or Trump, but change! Something different. Even an uncharted sea was better than a stagnant swamp, and the phrase, “Drain the Swamp” became the battle cry of a vast “Army of the Dead,” making light about the thousands of voters in previous elections who had died, yet rose again to voice their opinions about elections past. The very ones who had called these people from their tombs cried, “Foul,” when the system, over two centuries old, gave the mantle to a non-politician vowing to make America great again!

The losers tried to gather their forces, some who hadn't even participated in the election, to swarm the streets of the cities with paid orchestrators shouting, “Free Barabbas!” from the safety of the crowd. Challenging ever jot and tittle of every ballot, these pale horses case fear and doubt, trying to destroy the direction of the country that the electorate had carved out, and sought to divorce all traces of democracy from the state as they sought to put an outright criminal in the place of the true winner.

When people such as Scott Binsack, or Alex Jones  take to the public airways their words may seem unbelievable, but an out of control left sometimes needs an out of control right to miss the iceberg this ship of state has been bearing down upon for over forty years. If we turn that ship but one degree we’ll be better off than we were when Barrack Obama threw his arms open to the same people who brought down the twin towers, and with resolve, and the grace of God, that one percent may miss the iceberg, with would have caused the sinking of the greatest nation, and the dream  of freedom upon the face of the earth.

The Myth of Democracy

There is a myth that we all buy into. The myth of democracy. The idea that we the people have the ability to have our voices heard above the roar of goVernment. The wealth of information available on the Internet is a direct challenge to government, and it's top assistant, the main stream media, as they perpetuate that myth. Only problem is democracy actually worked this time. The money changers couldn't steal the election so they will try to steal our voice for the next time.

 Communication systems have a pattern that is predictable. The telegraph, telephone, movies, television, radio, and now the Internet, are all conceived sort of wild and free until the government, at the urge of corporations, regulate, or stifle in an effort to control the flow of information, and ultimately people’s minds.

In any tyrannical system the public is suspect. It is assumed that every person has broke some law, said something, or otherwise tried to slip through the system in some way. So we have it with the Internet today. We’ve all done it. You want to use some service, or software, and you scroll down the terms of service, which nobody reads, and wouldn't understand it all if they did, until you find the “I Agree” button, and click it. Well, you just agreed that if you lie about your weight on eHarmony you are a felon. So, if you should become an activist at some future date it doesn't take much work on the part of law enforcement to come up with twenty or thirty “transgressions” you've made in the last year alone, and they offer you a plea bargain.

Facebook is the largest offender of invasion of privacy, but it's not alone, with Microsoft, Apple, AT&T and most providers sliding up to the hog trough to feed our information to the FBI, CIA, NSA, and any other government agency that feels the need to “protect” us at any given moment. And you may ask if you have nothing to hide, why concern yourself? You should concern yourself because this overkill of surveillance actually makes us less safe. While FBI gumshoes are recording eighty year old Edna’s conversation with her twin sister about cookies the bombs go off in Boston!

People in government are human, well for the most part, and it is impossible to weed through tons of useless information to locate someone of interest that may be a real threat to national security. While the TSA does a cavity search on a ten year old little girl they completely ignore the woman in full Islamic attire, arriving from Allah knows where, and foaming at the mouth. Yeah, that one. San Bernardino, remember? Merry Christmas!

The real purpose of regulation is not to protect, but to control. The design is to keep the national consciousness in sync with the party line that's being fed to us by the main stream media, and if anyone disagrees at the least they are called a conspiracy nut, and the very worse they are considered a threat to national security. The litmus test is if they arrest you that means you got too close to the truth.

And there IS fake news. What the government doesn't understand is that we  PEOPLE have minds. We are endowed by our creator to reach understanding, and all have the ability to discern. The beautiful part of the Internet, when it's running free, is when some basket case emerges with a crop of fertilizer, it doesn't take very long before they become exposed. Kinda like what's happening to the main stream media right now! They tried their best to nullify the election of Donald Trump. With tightly cropped video shots of demonstrators in the street it soon became apparent that George Soros simply couldn't pay enough people to overwhelm the fact that the PEOPLE had made a right turn and the country was going to go back on track no matter HOW many filings Jill Stein did.

The flow of information is going to be critical in the next four years. The Bible talks about “wars and rumors of wars.” Verily, verily I say unto you that “rumors of wars” can be more dangerous than actual wars, because the threat, or perceived threat of invasive action gives the government the reason to “protect” us just a little bit more, and if we’re all on the edge of our seat, expecting the entire power grid to be taken down by a firecracker we will be all the more  susceptible to whatEVER the government and Facebook feeds us.

The good news is the system set up by the founding fathers worked! A non-politian came out of the blue and beat the machine. What was Hillary’s main push? She drilled down on Trump not being a seasoned politician.  She exposed the naked truth that in Washington there are “them” and then there are the rest of us. Well, the rest of us put one of us in the White House! That is the reason we must fight to keep the flow of information free and clear on the Internet. “They” are still there and “they” don't like us. We get in the way. We eat too much, talk too much, and “they” have to come down from Mount Olympus ever two to four years and put up with us for a little while so they can feed us the myth of democracy.

The Story of the Newsies

How many of you out there have ever hear the word, “Newsie?” . I was involved with a movement, and a page on Facebook. It was a conservative, political movement which I saw no harm in. That having been said, yesterday I took a hit. Now, I'm not a fifteen year old girl, but it was disruptive. Over the last five years, I've slipped into the folly of using Facebook as my main ramp for distribution. My sites were:



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There was also the usual link to Google + and Twitter, but those were rather automatic, so I didn't actually work them, letting the auto share do it instead. The bottom line was, seduced by the ease of posting I didn't let the sites “stand on their own,” rather posting links to various groups where said articles may be of interest. It became almost an art. For instance, if I wrote a human interest story about a baby at Christmas it would find no place on Open Carry Texas, and likewise, an article drawing a comparison between the Second Amendment and the OK Corral would be inappropriate for the Ladies Garden Club of Boston.

The group that I was involved in supported a particular candidate. If you will note, I don't mention names here because if I do, the algorithms in place will flag this article, and here we go again. Suffice to say, I was a chief editor, who prided himself as being articulate, flying just under the radar, using op-Ed principles, and FACEbook handed me MY face! I got up yesterday, checked my feeds, and hollared something about “mother’s day.” Well, at least the first part had “mother” in it, but I digress.

Thousands or articles, God knows how many links, connections, and information feeds, stopped dead in their tracks because some kid out in San Bernardino got his shorts in a knot. Well, everything happens for a reason, and the reason for this was God wanted me to put THEIR stuff in the street, and that's exactly what I'm going to do!

Many years ago there were powerful newspapers out of New York. You've heard the names, so I won't go into that, but they made tons of money, started the Spanish American war, and dined on caviar every night. At the bottom of the food chain were some ten to twelve year old little boys called “Newsies.” Every morning the Newsies would pick up their papers and hit the streets, “Extra, extra, read all about it!” Only problem was, at the end of the day, if the Newsies had papers left, they didn't eat caviar, they ate newspapers! The cost being taken from the pennies they'd earned that day.

What were the Newsies to do? Well, they asked to be able to turn unsold papers back into the printing office, but the very idea of these multi-million dollar newspaper conglomerates, the shakers and movers of the world, getting off a few pennies for freezing orphans trying to survive on the streets of New York was unthinkable! So, the Newsies came up with a Plan “B.” Now, bear in mind these boys probably couldn't even READ the letter “B,” but they sure could add, and they knew that William Randolph Hearst wasn't about to leave the club, and go hawking newspapers in the snow, so they just stopped selling newspapers.

Constipation is uncomfortable in any degree. Now, the Newsies didn't take over the newspapers, but in a brilliant stroke, the powers that be decided that a return policy might be the best thing for all concerned. Facebook has had a phenomenal success story, the American Dream on steroids. The ease of use, the communication potential, indeed the actual dissolving of nation borders is heretofore unprecedented, with very powerful entities at the top, and all us “Newsies” at the bottom.

If we rebel just a little bit, or complain, or say anything deemed unacceptable by the new Hearsts, the all controlling God of the algorithm simply takes all our newspapers away! Now, if you have this happen to you, and you conform, beg, and clamor then you deserve exactly what you will get, because what is acceptable now, will become unacceptable in the future entirely dependent upon what side of the bed the prince of “clicks and likes”  gets up on in the morning.

Freedom of speech is such a simple idea, however, as with everything else It has been defined, and redefined at the whim of whomever has the money for the lawyers. Not only that, there are free speech “zones” where the definition becomes the property of organizations such as . . . Facebook! Facebook certainly does have the right to regulate what goes into their free service, and as long as you're sharing pictures of your dog that's all very fine, but the moment you come to the defense of a political candidate that's not on the “approved” list Facebook will take your ass, hat, and all your cattle, and won't give them back until you fall back in line, and boys and girls, that's a FaceFact!

My dog is cute, but as a journalist I find this totally unacceptable! The free flow of ideas is critical to our society. Indeed, the very word, “Liberal” means “try something new!” At the beginning of this article I explained my distribution machine with Facebook at the center. Well, this “Newsie” stopped selling The Facebook News yesterday. I'm making those connections you saw above stand alone entities with independent distribution awarded to each. The only links that will ever appear in Facebook will be the links you saw above, and if these links get, shall we say, “Edited” as some faceless person screens them for “Fake News,” well, I've got some news for them! It's gonna be slow, but I got time, so I don't care. My message is this: if you want to share pictures of your dinner then Facebook is fine, but if you want to actually participate in LIFE . . . then you better become a Newsie, and baby, it's cold outside!

New Baby and the Trip to Bountiful

See VideoThe school day in Brigham City, Utah was like any other day. The autumn leaves were ablaze with color as the first taste of winter eased across the mountains, and the cool crisp air of the Rockies invigorated the populace. In an area steeped in tradition, the approaching holiday season filled it with anticipation of food, family, and friends. Thanksgiving, and Christmas were not just “Happy Holidays” here, there was a living link to the past, one that could be touched, smelled, and felt, so real that you could almost hear the creaking of the wagons bringing the original settlers through the mountain passes, forging a life out of a desert, and a salty lake.

“New Baby” had come here, too. His real name was Stevin, but, since he was the youngest of five his nickname was simply “New Baby.” Of late he insisted on being called “Babe,” but the original stuck somehow. All his life New Baby had to watch as his older siblings got on a big yellow bus and ventured off to a mysterious place called “school.” He languished, waiting for the day when he would be a big boy, and he, too, would be found worthy to mount the steps of the grand vehicle, and take his place among the giants in “school.”

New Baby, like his three brothers and sister, had been adopted. His mother had fallen into transgression back in Texas, where he'd been born, and his grandmother had taken the charge, adopting all of them, giving up a very prominent real estate career, and relocating to the Great Salt Lake. She had married a man named Joe. Joe was a Vietnam Vet. Three bronze stars, one silver, a Purple Heart, and a great big case of Agent Orange, awarded to him for his service. Right before his death Joe had purchased a home in Brigham City. The “Big Blue House,” the children called it, and they considered it to be a wonderland. It wasn't as dry  and hot as Texas, and there were trampolines, and swings, and apple trees. Two weeks before he died, Joe formally adopted all the children, and bequeathed them his legacy. The “Buddies,” as they called themselves, were secure for life.

Because of inter family jealousy, the complications of relocation, and every day life, on occasion the state would come around and reappraise the children and their situation. The result was always the same. They lived at a palace, ate the best food, had the best medical care, and knew it all came from Joe. New Baby missed Joe. Back in Texas Joe would go into his wood shop at Christmas, and make toys. The last Christmas found Joe in the National Cemetery at San Antonio, Texas. New Baby found himself pounding on the door of the shed, waiting for a toy that would never come.

Although he couldn't quite comprehend the gravity of the situation, he somehow pieced together that his relocation to Brigham City was a kind of closure, and Texas seemed much farther away than heaven. At any rate, he was now in school, Thanksgiving would come, all was good. All but one final bit of business.

In order to tie the knot and finish the business in Texas, the state of Utah had to have one more “wellness” check for the Buddies. The very reason their birth mother had lost them was a tremendous tale of abuse that had left them scarred. All but New Baby. He had come to grandmother the day after he was born, and all he'd ever known was wood sheds, toys, and apple trees.
Today was the day for the final interview. It fell upon the girl, the oldest, to be drawn into the office for the meeting. She was nine, and had done this before so it wasn't a big deal, that is until the final bell rang. She had a duty. She told the two caseworkers, and the principle that she had to go to take New Baby to the bus that would ferry him to the Boys and Girls Club. He played basketball after school. His older sister would meet him at his school room, take him to meet his other three brothers, and they would all go to the club where they would spend a couple of hours playing before grandmother picked them up, ending another perfect day in Paradise.

When New Baby exited his class the sister wasn't there! She had been detained in the office by the two case workers, and the principle for more “pressing” business. In spite of her insistence, she sat there, locked down while New Baby waited by the classroom door. After a bit he worked his way to,the school yard. Perhaps she was there, or even his three older brothers could be there. Why, that's where all the children go, isn't it? It was his first year of school, and he hadn't grasped the difference between recess, and dismissal. There were no children in the school yard!

Working his way back to the main hall, he passed his classroom again, completely ignored by the teacher, who was much too busy with her life to worry about one little lost boy trying to find his siblings. About that time another child told him that big sister was locked in the office! Unknown to him, while he was searching the school yard, his three older brothers had already boarded the bus, and were by now at the Boys and Girls Club. For the first time in his life, New Baby was alone!

He wiped his eyes, and formulated a plan. First, he had to face the fact that his family was gone. Next, he had to get back to Texas! PaPa, his grandfather was in Texas. The Boys and Girls Club was safe ground. During the summer PaPa had taken him there so he reasoned that somehow, someway, if he could just find his way there PaPa would come from Texas and save him, and he knew that Texas was just the other side of the mountain. So, without further thought, and absolutely no interference from the teacher, the caseworkers, or the principal, New Baby strode out of the front door of the school and began to try to find the Boys and Girls Club.

He had absolutely no idea where he was going. He wound his way down the residential street to another, and then another street until he came to a very large street, one with lots of speeding cars whizzing by. New Baby knew he had to take a chance, the time was now! If he ever wanted to find the Boys and Girls Club, and PaPa, he HAD to make it across this road. So he lunged out into the traffic.

Miracles appear when we least expect it. Somehow New Baby got across four lanes of traffic, only getting brushed by one car. His very presence there alarmed the motorists who stopped and secured him. By now, the fine public servants back at the school had become alarmed,  the grandmother was there, big sister beside herself, and in short order, New Baby was back,with family at the Big Blue House.

The Mormons believe in Guardian Angels, and one was most certainly there that afternoon in Brigham City. Of course the case workers, the teacher, and the principal would begin the proper spin, in true bureaucratic fashion, so as to secure their pensions, dissecting the details of New Baby’ journey to “Bountiful,” but the core facts remain the same: a six year old child walked out of a public school, and strode into traffic because the people who were charged with his  care, and protection were just too darn BUSY to be bothered. The Prophet, Joseph Smith was surely the crossing guard that day!

Cyber Bullies

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Cyber Bullying 

There are people who think cyber bullying is a fun pastime. They also think, foolishly, that they have some sort of anonymity behind the keyboard. In a world where forensics can pin a murder based on a dog hair in a tire tread this is the ultimate folly. When someone rises to prominence they garner supporters, but, sadly, they attract an element that feeds on misery. The more misery they spread, the more it soothes their own inner turmoil. 

Facebook has become a breeding ground for such people. Men, or boys rather, who don't have the courage to initiate conversation with a young lady at a party become emboldened to transmit the most vile things to the impressionable young minds that turn to the Internet as part of their daily lives. What they don't understand is that the victims of the attack react to the viciousness with the same fear as they would to a physical attack, indeed, a quick slap is far less harmful than a threat, real or implied, that festers on the mind of a teen struggling through those difficult years. 

Not understanding the legal system, with heads full of confused thoughts, the young victim tries to pull back, but the fear gnaws at their innermost being until it leads to something horrific, leaving the family devastated. In this light cyber bullying is tantamount to attempted murder, and should be dealt with accordingly. 

Those of you that have experienced this sort of thing should take note that if these bullies had any real power they wouldn't be doing it over a computer. I'm not saying you shouldn't be upset, what I'm saying is that there are far more dangerous things in the world than some worm who sits alone in a smoky room and threatens a teenage girl because he can't get a date. While you should always be aware of danger don't find yourself empowering these people. I've been in political movements for years, and in spite of all the threats about “Watch Lists” and government agencies investigating me I, in my sixty-five years, have never seen a real, live FBI agent. Yet, there is one woman out there that bullies me on a regular basis, and the FBI threat is her main attack. 

These attacks here are only going to get worse until the people behind them learn the cost. If you want a breed of wild animal to leave your crops alone you kill one and leave the body in view of the survivors. While I'm not advocating violence the algorithm remains the same. When these animals are trying to make parole their “body” is in effect in the field for all their compatriots to see. Like Mark Twain said, I have never killed a man, but I have read numerous obituaries with a great deal of enthusiasm!

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There's a New World Coming

There’s a new world coming, and if you don't believe that, have I got a bridge down on the Rio Grande for you, and it's on sale! Texas politics are served up spicy, in heaping portions. America had a revolution back in 1776, but between now and then something I like to call the Great Castration occurred, and they went crazy chasing paper money. Well, all the gold in California is STILL in a bank in Beverly Hills in somebody else’s name!  Then, there’s Texas!

When you hear the word, “secession” there are images of crazy Cowboys riding stick horses screaming, The AMERICANS are coming!” Two things wrong with that: We’re NOT crazy, and we’ve done this before! Resolve. Write that down, there’ll be a test later. Remember when all the demonstrators hit the streets the day after Trump won? Thousands of people in the streets, and not one set of balls in the bunch. Black lives mattering all over the place, and CNN all over it. Then, it just melted away. There were only one hundred and eighty six men at the Alamo, and they DIDN’T melt away, they DIED! Texas has “been there, done that!” And, friends and neighbors, we’re about to do it again!

The only thing that put Texas independence on a temporary hold was the election of Donald Trump. His administration gives us time to plan, and form a government. Then, negotiate a peaceful solution to the breaking of the treaty of 1845, in which the REPUBLIC of Texas chose to co-exist with the United States. If we can successfully pull this off, you will see a new republic, and equal partner for the US that will prosper, solve the border issue, and continue to give you gasoline, medicine, prime rib, and of course, Willie Nelson. Don't worry about them Mexicans below the border. When they see that Lone Star flag flying ABOVE Old Glory, they’ll know what time it is!

Texit will inspire the entire nation. California is already on edge, and Utah is gathering momentum. Do you think this will be the end of the United States? Au Contraire! It will be the rebirth of the United STATES! It will be the return of the nation our forefathers envisioned in 1789. Texas will be more “America” than America, and it will lead the country back to sanity. And, I hear people out there saying that the Civil Rights Act will be torn up, and on, and on. Are you crazy? More than that, do you,think WE’RE crazy? Well, we’re NOT! OUR cities are not burning, and it's not because there is an active Klan down here, it's because this is, and always has been hard country. We get along because we HAVE to get along. From Santa Anna to the last “Blue Norther” that blew through, Texans have always huddled together, and it's a lot better huddling with a Dallas Cowboy Cheerleader than with some wench in a Burqua!

Yes, there's a new world coming, and it's coming no matter if you like it or not, so get ready to take your medicine, and run to the bathroom. Forces are aligning in Texas to move forward even as I write, and you will see things escalate in short order, I'll assure you. Be at peace my Nortè friends, we’re not taking your country away, we’re giving it BACK to you. Never look a gift horse in the mouth! And, oh yeah, hey Hillary . . . I hope you write this off as fake news.

Ohio State

On December 7, 1941 America was attacked. There are Americans, still living, who are still mad about that. A couple days ago a Muslim jihadist rammed a bunch of kids with his car and then proceeded to chop them with a machete, and the media, politicians, and law enforcement are telling us that they are trying to figure out a “motive.” Now, as usual, I'm just a Simple Ol’ Boy From Austin, but did I miss something here? Pamela Geller addressed this well in her video.

We are not talking about some fundamentalist Mormon who wants forty-seven wives here, we’re talking about a theology that wants to kill everyone in sight, and bring our entire civilization down. We are admonished to accept, look away, and ignore this group out of  the fear of being “politically incorrect.” While they lurk among us, wearing that weird garb, we aren't even permitted  to question their motives, and when the situation eventually erupts into violence (which is always does) we are lied to, stories are covered up, and we aren't even allowed to consider protecting and defending ourselves even as more of these “people” stream into the country courtesy of a malfunctioning administration bent on the ultimate destruction of all that WE hold holy!

While these “immigrants” clog our cities, and wag their tongues, it has become fashionable to make fun of Christians, insult Christ, and enact laws that rail against American values, yet we dare not even draw a picture of their “prophet.”  The American people have become used to the idea of this being normal. But, times, they are a changing.

The liberal left has voiced fears of retribution for the last eight years being exacted upon them, and at first, I dismissed that idea out of hand, but of late, I can see this as a distinct possibility of that coming about, and the Ohio State incident is not helping matters one bit! That having been said, we simply can NOT allow this to continue out of some misguided “correctness!” Our children’s blood cries out from the ground.

Remember that pendulum I told you about? Well, it's swinging all the way to the right. It will take that in order to restore America to at least some semblance of sanity. Some things that will occur over the next few years will be “over the top.” Notice I said “will,” not “may.” As a Texan, I know that what happened in Ohio demands a violent reprisal. Goes with the territory. When it comes about it will feel so darn JUST that more will invariably follow. We, as conservative Christians just need to make sure that we don't all end up at a trial in Nuremburg!

Traveling Shoes

Rumors of my death are way out of proportion. More by fate than design I slid over to a video format during the last two weeks. Facebook’s live feed didn't  impress me at first, being with YouTube for years, but the ease, and availability of the medium became apparent, that and the sudden rise of March For America, and the ability to get a point across on a personal level, combined with interaction with the viewers provided feedback heretofore unavailable on YouTube. It's not that YouTube doesn't have a live feature, it's just that Facebook is so darn people friendly, but aside from all that, I'd like to tell you a tale about a little girl from Detroit.

In the early days of the Tube everyone was scrambling to learn and improve the platform. No one took it very seriously because no one had ever seen such a thing before. The term “YouTube Star” was a joke. It was an oxymoron, like saying, “Please pass me the piano.” Everyone knew that stars rose in Hollywood, not on some computer generated video from some bubble headed geek in Mississippi. But times they were a changing. Enter The Boring Dispatcher, Lonelygirl15, and a little girl from Detroit the world would come to know as Ijackie.

Jacqueline Brandt came in n the scene quite by accident. While sitting around a home office one afternoon, watching someone fool around with a camera she leaned over and asked, “What are we doing here?” When it was explained that there was a new website called YouTube, she casually took the mouse and began to explore. Jackie’s father was a sound engineer, and in spite of her clumsy personal appearance, she DID know her way around a console, and had mastered MySpace. It wasn't long before she had the nuts and bolts of this new website figured out.

Jackie’s personal life was a train wreck and she wasn't a babe in the woods. Born in Nashville, raised in Detroit, pregnant at sixteen, exported to Texas, she had a lot on her plate long before the birth of her first child. Around two weeks after discovering YouTube, Jacqueline stared into a Canon camera on a porch bordering an Arnold Palmer golf course and said, “Hi, I'm Jackie,” and BECAME Ijackie! It was as if a muse had come out of the woods behind her and blended with her personality. In time psychologists would use terms like “multiple personalities,” but it wasn't that, it was pure, raw talent with an a cute understanding of screen delivery and how to effectively communicate on a higher level. And it was beautiful! In spite of her personal turmoils,  her films were always light, and happy, but carried a real world theme to her audience of teenage girls searching for answers in their lives. Jackie spoke TO them, not AT them. From talking about sex in a pool, to explaining baby bottles, to admitting she had smoked marijuana, she led her young viewers through puberty, while telling them that smoking didn't get her pregnant, having sex with someone who doesn't care for her DID, and she didn't flinch or cry when she said it! Jackie's brand of plot became a reality series before anyone even knew the term.

While Lonelygirl15 WAS out of Hollywood, WITH a budget, Jackie beamed out of Austin with only a camera and a cigarette, which she never smoked on camera, talking to teen girls about the trials of drugs, sex, growing up, and surviving. The difference was that when you saw Jackie there was mileage in her eyes that couldn't be faked. She really WAS pregnant, she really DID survive in the streets of Detroit, and she really DID marry a convict by proxy to keep her little girl. While Lonelygirl sat in her bedroom, searching for “The One,” iJacke WAS the one!

There were sixty-six Ijackie videos in all, getting thousands of views. She was so new at video production that she looked at her computer one day and asked what the little numbers below the video meant. When she asked that question the “little numbers” were thirty five thousand views for one night! After that she got a lot of laughs refreshing the screen over and over, and watching the “little numbers” roll to unbelievable heights.

Jackie was a happy little pothead who never harmed a fly. The world doesn't like happily little potheads, and punished her accordingly. Like the song said, “This world was never meant for anyone as beautiful as you.” Before it was all over she lost her family, her home, and her happiness. After she was gone, we compiled all of her work and discovered a story that was so powerful that it was actually hard to watch. Knowing what was happening off camera as she smiled for YouTube was heart breaking. We strung the videos together in a first effort to make sense of it all, and  called it “Traveling Shoes.”

Jackie sat before the camera for the last time in August of 2011. A friend was down from LA, and he filmed her in a video called “Gypsies” but she didn't act, only allowing him to film her as she went through her day. She was a broken woman. , In a final video she called “The Last Testament” she explained the previous four years, her hopes, dreams, and love of her family. What her fans didn't know was she had lost all of those things, even the baby she was carrying at the time, and was holding her cell phone in her right hand, off camera because her son was dying in a hospital. The CPS would not allow her to be there, and she was waiting on “the call!” Jackie got one break in her life, and the child lived.

I took her to the bus station that last day. On the way from Georgetown to Killeen she didn't speak, just stared out the window. When we pulled up to the station she calmly got out, retrieved her suitcase with all her worldly possessions, gave me a wink, a thumbs up, and one last smile. I never saw her again, but I never forgot. Jacqueline was gone, but the muse that was Ijackie didn't, and over the years the story grew, and evolved. One day there will be a film, and that muse will come to light again, and the story will be told. At this point it appears that the spirit that was in Jackie will possess an actress called Amy, who will play the part, but God forbid that she should ever have to walk in the shoes of the little girl from Detroit.

White Pride is Not a Four Letter Word

White Pride is not a four letter word. This article is guaranteed to be offensive. This is the idiot’s guide to racism. Ted and I had similar experiences over the last couple of days. He was working some communication with a lady in Georgia who was with some  black southern action group. Lots of good input on both sides. Good input, that is, until her husband called up. Now this man is a lawyer, ok? He launches into this  tirade about Ted not understanding the “black experience,” therefore his wife was forbidden to ever speak to Ted again. Forget about mutual communication and understanding, Ted was a white man, and everyone knows that all white men are racist.

Last night I got my turn in the barrel. We were having a get together on the lawn. You know, fire, cocktails, pretty girls, and light chatter. The chatter was light until someone uttered the word, “Trump,” and lit up a Puerto Rican who commenced to wave the flag exclaiming that the only reason Donald Trump ran for president was to destroy the identity of the Puerto Rican culture. Then he started screaming that my Chihuahua shouldn't be my dog because she was a Mexican. I Crappith thee NOT! I'm glad I was drunk.

White pride is not a four letter word! The absolute distain for the white race is out of control. And we try to placate the accusers by “understanding” their fears and concerns. We understand that they are apprehensive about the WHITE man about to take office. Kinda like we felt when this left wing black agitator took over eight years ago. Yeah, we get it. Here's what they need to get. WE WON! Suck it up, buttercup.

If the so-called minorities want to boil everything down to race, hey, I'm cool with that. First they need to crunch some numbers. Oh, I watched all the polls, charting the black vote, the Hispanic vote, and know what? We WON! And we’re glad we won. And we’re not going to apologize for winning, and we’re not going to apologize for the color of our skin anymore.

The people touting the two attitudes cited above are minorities within minorities. Two men so uncomfortable with their race that they see everything through race colored glasses. Certainly all people of other races don't subscribe to this philosophy. Philosophy, I love it. That's like saying Jim Jones had a philosophy. You got the civil rights act because a WHITE congress passed it. Slavery ended because WHITE men fought and died for it. Hispanics are swimming rivers to get here because the European culture carved the greatest nation in the world out of a wilderness.

It is good, and healthy to be proud of one’s culture, but we of European stock have a right to be proud, too, and white pride is not a four letter word. If you look at the number of white people world wide we comprise a very small minority. If you look at just America there are only two hundred and seventeen million of us in a world of over seven billion people. There is a REASON “you people” want what we’ve built. Those two gentlemen above will discover that just as soon as they pull their heads out of Mr. Butt!

The Seeds of Revolution

Much kerfuffle is how I would describe the aftermath of the 2016 election for president. The amount of pointless, and frankly nuncupatory activity, would have boggled the American mind twenty years ago; but, let’s face it, that was a different world. The most pointless agonizing done publicly for no reason I can see, is the endless questions of why and how the Democrats lost. I am almost embarrassed to have to answer this question, but as no one has advanced anything approaching a proper answer I will be the one to say it publicly. Information is the key. Right now our streets are filled with ill informed, or completely uninformed people being led like sheep by people of wealth wishing to extend their agenda. Soros is an example. The man made his bones destroying economies and governments.

Before I belabor the painfully obvious I would like to first remind the reader once more that we live in a much changed world. The Chicago Cubs won the world series, the Dallas Cowboys are looking solid for the first time since Jones fired Jimmie Johnson, and Donald Trump is our president. I would like to say again, Donald Trump is the president of the United States. He was duly elected by our system that is designed to lend fairness across the board. The sore losers wish to change a system they'd have been perfectly happy with had they won. If you had predicted it ten years ago, or even five, you would have run the risk of losing all credibility. Even President elect Trump stated after the election that he didn't believe he would last past October of 2015. Heck, most people thought the fact that the two nominees, literally the two most polarized (hated) people in America, was a mind blowing conundrum. What, we couldn't get Dennis Hastert to run against Anthony Weiner?

Okay, to the obvious: First, let's try to oversimplify a bit. The emblematic problem with the Clinton campaign can be seen quite clearly in Debbie Wasserman Schultz's personal involvement in the Clinton campaign. Dear reader, it’s a problem when the national committee chairman of either party is deeply involved in a candidate’s campaign before the beginning of the primary season. Since the beginning Ms. Schultz was out front and center proclaiming the immutable fact that, not only could Senator Sanders not win, but that Hillary was the only candidate that the party would accept. Since both parties are private corporations (a fact that remains little known to most voters), this is tantamount to coke changing their recipe over the strident protests of the coca cola drinking public; the decision produced a “bad taste” in the mouths of coke drinkers for a very long time, but in the end it was irrevocable, so even folks without the means of unraveling the meaning of the DNC’s decision to nominate Hillary a year early could plainly see that Ms. Clinton had no idea of following the democratic process once she got elected.

Not convinced? Well, lets take a closer look at Senator Clinton’s record: She destroyed ACORN in an almost offhand way using a ridiculous video that was debunked on the very day she led the charge to defund what can only be described as the last bastion of Saul Alinsky’s example to minority populations of how to build community representation in a republican democracy. The good Senator took a hatchet to single payer healthcare, and practically blocked the initiative single handedly. The Clintons (with Hillary very prominently involved) just about escorted WTO into the country and pulled off an economic coup of then unseen proportions; a real boatload of money.

Thanks to efforts led by both Clintons the rules for international trade have been hijacked by corporate interests. Heck, thanks to an initiative begun by Senator Clinton, the Canadian company building the keystone pipeline is suing the American public for 15 billion dollars for voting not to let the pipeline go through as the company proposed it. There are LOTS of examples of this kind of this sort of steam rolling of the public by the Clintons, the case of the assault rifle ban being perhaps the most well known and hated by many of the little people. The Clintons are republicans in democrat clothing if you think that democrats are supposed to be for the worker and republicans for the bosses.

If you're not getting it yet, then you just don't understand the underlying character of America (and, yes I definitely include those most immigrants who come to these shores seeking citizenship). Even the smallest and meanest of us know that the constitution is the cornerstone of everything important to us. Without the constitution we are like any other country whose populace is vulnerable to the whim of each new ruler. Look at Russia, long live King Vladimir! But, the Clintons act without regard for the constitution, and have mulled aloud the notion that it needs an overhaul. Right! Just like those fussy old unions needed to be gotten rid of to clear away all that nasty old corruption. Yep, both Clintons have strongly supported union busting too. The fact is, Bill Clinton as President, and Hillary Clinton as Senator have consistently kept corporate skin out of the game, while making sure that the American people got road rash. Yep, they got the gold mine, we got the shaft.

The truth is, however misguided you may think Donald Trump is, the little people came out and supported him in the battleground states. The true nature of Americans is to be as free as possible. I won’t say it’s in our DNA, the people who flock to this country are seeking freedom every bit as much as they seek prosperity. The people, even those who oppose Trump so bitterly that they say through gritted teeth that they supported Hillary, know that Hillary is an imperialist. Freedom goes against the grain of the Clintons (as it applies to the rabble) as much as cheap champagne. So its pretty clear to me anyway that the sickness begun by Bill Clinton throughout his eight years, built on a taste developed by middle class American voters for tax raises on everyone except corporate billionaires, has blossomed into a condition severe enough to jolt the American middle class awake. The seeds of revolution have been sown, and in four years there will either be a hopelessly divided America, ripe for destruction, or a hope; a hope birthed by responsible political leadership developed at ground zero, representing the ambitions of the middle class once again. Want to learn more about how to restore FDR’s America? Don't touch that dial, I’ll be right back.

Apple Pie

The Truth About Hate Misogyny

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I love apple pie, don't you? I think that people who don't like apple pie are, well, just not American. As American as mom’s apple pie. Danny Thomas even had a joke about a guy coming here from Lebanon, and the first line of English he learned was, “Apple pie and coffee.” The image of mom, the loving, protective female, and the steaming slab of Apple pie, possibly topped with ice cream is forever fixed in the American consciousness. Now I wanna tell you about the first apple pie with a heaping helping of misogyny.

Sun Tzu, when questioned about the means by which a conquest could be converted to a successful occupation, advised that division of the populace along partisan ideological lines was an effective method of breaking up the cohesion of the conquered nation’s culture, a needed step in establishing disorder and reducing the effectiveness of resistance to the inevitable changes to come.

Well, dang! Shut the front door! That pretty well sums up this country following LBJ’s passage of the civil rights bill, and the voter rights act. I believe we covered, however sketchily, the subject of race and hate in The Truth About Hate: The Civil War, but I would like to examine a division of us that predates LBJ, and indeed the civil war by about seven thousand years.

 In Genesis, the first chapter of the Christian Bible, the stage is set for understanding the tragedy that was to follow. The section we are concerned with describes the advent of the female of our species; the reason for her being, the method of her creation, and the chain of events leading to the downfall of man and the rending of trust between men and women.
Now, before going any further, let’s consider something we know to be true about our innate hatred of people outside our own tribe; it is inevitable that we will hate people different than us, and few differences are more obvious than gender.

Okay, Woman's role begins in Genesis, and paraphrasing, the author states that Adam was lonely, Now, I believe that to be a dog whistle for horny; I mean, God made Adam with the equipment to reproduce, and, assuming that there wasn't anything wrong with the First Man, he most likely was hard to get along with before the advent of woman. This sets the stage for woman's appearance; Adam needed relief! Yep, that's the reason for her creation: to play second banana to man, and make nice with him.By the way, if this is beginning to rile you up, see the advisory at the header and stop reading. Nothing exists that cannot be studied in such a way that we understand the influence it exerts on us.

Having established the reason for Eve’s creation, Genesis goes on to describe the means by which Eve was created by explaining that God removed one of Adam's ribs and created her from that. Again, man is superior to woman, because she was not created by God from the divine element, but rather second hand; kind of like processed food. You know, like peanut butter, or better yet, Spam.

Consider this: once Eve was created, rather than settling into her role as indentured servant (aka Helpmeet), she exhibited a lively interest in her new environment. Eve had a particular interest in an area of the Garden that was forbidden by the creator to know. Now, I don't know if Adam was so obedient that he was able to quell his interest in the forbidden, or if he was simply as dull as a spoon, but in any event it was Eve who took the step and, having somehow found a snake in the inviolate Garden created by God and maintained by God, took the snakes advice and corrupted herself and then Adam with forbidden knowledge. Steerike one, two, AND three!

Yeah, if you don't know yet, God kicked em both out. No lawyers yet you see. Myself, I’d have kicked the snake out, but that's just me. So there you have it. The table is set for hatred. Women are here to serve my needs? Check! They're not really made like me, so they aren't technically human? Yep! And, last but not least, their kind committed an offense to the boss, and therefore must be carefully watched and controlled. It’s a trifecta folks! All the reason any man might need to hate women.

By now some of you are beginning to wonder why I write what i write. I’m glad I asked. I write this way for two reasons. One, is that I understand that we little folk are in the greatest danger we have ever been in since this country was wrested from the grip of men made enormous by dint of the fortunes they either possessed or represented. Since the destruction of the safeguards created for the most part by Theodore Roosevelt and his fifth cousin FDR, we have seen the annihilation of those institutions that have safeguarded our freedom and persons. Schools? Who needs them? Safe drinking water? Man up! Glow in the dark kids are cool! Safe roads? Mexico don’t need them. On and on goes the list, and the lines run parallel to the interests of billionaires (those who want to rule the world, and what else is a thousand million dollars good for?), and those who are scrambling to make enough to belong to the gentry. Not much room on that road folks, not much room at all. Put it to you this way: if you work for a living, it doesn't work for you.

The other reason is this. Much has been made of political correctness on the left. Part of the lexicon of verbiage that is designed to keep otherwise compatible neighbors from getting along with each other. Ah, those left wing panty waist child molesters can't see the truth because they're blinded by political correctness. True, but consider this: I had to begin this article with an advisory to folks who presumably have a sufficient store of stones on hand lest their daughters commit adultery, in which case Deuteronomy 22:21 commands them to cast the first stone. That's ridiculous, and yet for years now those people have been left alone by a risk aversive media who, knowing how vocal those very few people can be, simply avoid offending them. If we can’t talk about things, how on earth will we fix them?

An army of the dead cannot ignore allies, nor can it be partitioned so as to prevent its unified purpose. An army of the dead has nothing to fear...not death itself. Apple pie anyone?

Dear Hillary, An Open Letter to This Season's Biggest Loser

Dear Hillary,

Well,  it’s been a rough election season for everyone, you included, It’s too bad you won’t be around to crap on the democrats any longer, but let’s face it, ya lost! Yep, the same tactics you used to destroy the hopes Bernie had didn't work in the general election, thank God, did not work on the segment of our electors as those who slavishly follow your party’s propaganda. For once, the slavish instincts of the other side served to demonstrate to the world that the sleeping giant has been awakened.

 That’s right, the evidence is right there for anyone who wishes to see past their own concerns,  but, as we all know, little people think little, so let me spell it out for you: Less than half of the folks who could have voted turned out to vote in the 2016 election. I know, I know, so what, right? Man, this never gets old. The key to understanding the transfer of one medium to another is volume. Huh? Yep, if a ship gets a hole in it, the ship fills with water, and sinks! That’s because the volume of the ocean is greater than the volume of the ship. Since most of those democrats who would have voted for anyone but  stayed home, the picture becomes clear due to the cropping effect of that phenomenon. By removing the blurring brought about by red and blue states one simply turns to the battleground states to discern the true character of this nation.

Adjusting for regional demographics, and voter concerns, one can easily see that voters turned out in the battleground states in far greater numbers. Post ballot interviews reveal that their purpose was to turn back the tide of globalization that has been spewed into this country by you and your confederates. These were the so called undecided voters. We Americans are sick at heart as we watch other cultures assimilate American territory as aliens from the third world march unopposed across our land, simply taking our children's heritage for their own. Oh, and we know that you guys are selling it. Yeah, we’re on to you. So, look to those battleground states to determine your future, or more accurately, lack of future.

I thought before you slink away I would like to recap your highest achievements; you know, the ones we will never forget, before before saying GIT! Here is a short list of your greatest crimes: First, who can forget the way you boldly destroyed ACORN? Man, that was slick. You took an obviously bogus video (one thoroughly debunked on the very day of your cowardly act) and led the charge to destroy the last example of Saul Alinsky's open display to the American people of how to build community representation in a republican democracy. Good work Fluffy! The little folk will likely never recover their voice, and you led the way!

Then, who can forget single payer health care? Before the president could comment, you brayed “not on the table!” In that signature brassy voice that only you possess. What was it you said when Trump made his famous “bus” joke? Ah yes, words mean things. Words like, Ah nevah had sex wid dat woman!” That meant something, too. Just where were you you’re your husband ate that pizza that night. I think it's symbolic that the little sex ring that you're husband, and possibly even you refer to little girls as “pizza.”
Thanks to you, Iran will have a robust nuclear weapons program soon. Thanks to you America's diverse economy has been broken up and sold to WTO, because God knows, it takes a village. As I remember it took a village with pitchforks and torches to end count Dracul, the inspiration for Dracula. By the way, just so you know, My wife and I raised my children with the help of our family and friends. It the damn village came for them there would have been blood! It would appear though that your efforts to turn our great nation’s cities into third world villages has enjoyed great success.

Many thanks for empowering the IMF to such an extent that most countries cannot establish lines of credit without kowtowing to the guidelines for establishing A One World Government. Honestly, you have a slave owner's mentality. There is a growing list of crimes that become too numerous to list, much less discuss, that cling to you like what drifted across Mr. Trump’s nose   when he said “such a nasty woman!” Hint to the wise, Beano! A case where he who smelt it did NOT deal it.

 I simply can not say, “Buh Bye” without mentioning ChinaGate. This is, next to your decision to remove Senator Sanders from the race without giving the American electorate in it’s entirety the opportunity to measure him as a candidate, the most serious crime you are guilty of, or should I say you share responsibility for? As I have said, this is MY country. When you let China steal ALL of our top level secret technology By allowing a known operative to waltz out of the country with a hard drive containing said documents (and yes, there is a smoking gun) you sold secrets that belonged to all Americans. That’s me! Those were my property, and the property of my descendants, and you allowed the Chinese to steal them! Now, this was all publicly available knowledge at the time, but remember, Most of the nation still slumbered then. Maybe this is how it had to be. Perhaps democrat and republican would never have learned to fight side by side without this event. However, I caution you; do not think we are grateful. You and your ilk have been seen, and were I you I would boogie before Rudy Giuliani figures out that nobody will stop him if he decides to have a few witch trials. Get thee hence why woman! And don't let the door hit you in the ass  on the way out!!!

The Electoral College

We have a situation straight out of Hollywood playing out before us. I don't let world or national events keep me up at night, but last night they did.  We actually have the streets of America erupting in civil war being driven by some Hungarian twit with a persona cloned from Goldfinger.

On my live feed Thursday I said if these demonstrations/riots were spontaneous then they'd just run out of gas in due time. Well, they're not running out of gas because we have this wetback filling up their tanks every night. So, what do they hope to gain. Well, to make a long story short they want to turn the world upside down.

When you play roulette there is one number on the wheel that cancels all bets, takes all the money, and ticks everyone off. It's two little green zeros called the “Green Bastard.”  If you bet on those zeros you rake in, but who DOES that. What is it, like a one in thirty-two shot, or some crap like that? Well, Electoral College has always been the political  “Green Bastard.” When it coincides with the popular vote everything rocks on, but when it raises its constitutional head, and does what it was designed to do you always get a Scooby Doo, “Ruh Roh” from the poorly illuminated populace. It's as simple as this: Without the damper nature of the College, Los Angeles and New York City would crack the whip (that's why some folks are called “crackers”) and the rest of us would cry, “Over here boss!”

We are a republic based on democratic standards. That's why ONE president represents ALL Americans. That's why Wyoming has the same number of senators as California, and THAT’S why two hundred and seventy electorates call the shots and homogenize the so-called “popular” vote. The Greeks had a pure democracy. One citizen, one vote seemed real cool until the Romans showed up and took their temples, raped their women, and drank all their wine while they were busy counting beans.

What the demonstrators hope to accomplish is a reversal of the landscape, and replacing the Electoral College with the popular vote, at least when they lose. Now, there are several dynamics at work here. First, the count is still going on. From what I understand Hillary is maintaining a slight lead, but that lead may be narrowing as the tally comes in. Next, who in their right mind is thinking the votes are all honest votes? In the millions and millions of votes a couple hundred thousand or so roughly coincides with all them there dead democrats who resurrected on judgement, I mean Election Day.

So, what is George Soros’ angle? Let's see, Hitler was an Austrian, Soros is a Hungarian . . . would you consider that these kinds of people may be two bubbles short of plumb? Europeans don't seem to understand why we drove a nail up King George’s butt in 1776. They have this “royalty” thing all swirling around in their heads, and just can't seem to grasp the concept of a democratic republic, of the people, by the people, and for the people. They like the idea of a special class of superior humans, put here by “the gods” to lead the rest of us by the nose, hence demonstrators in the streets who can't tell you who their senator is!

I hope we survive this wrinkle in the national blanket, and if we do there ARE some things we need to do. First and foremost we need to insist that children learn American History and civics. That is the main problem with the people in the street. They aren't bad people, they are IGNORANT people. Back in the day, down here, we had to take Texas history, and both my parents, including my father, who had an eighth grade education, applauded that. Civics is important, too. Civics teaches children how the government works, and how to be a citizen of that government. I might add a RESPONSIBLE citizen.  Finally, we really DO need to tighten the immigration system to keep chowder heads like Soros OUT of the country, and BACK growing potatoes where they belong.

The Truth About Hate The Civil War

The civil war is often referred to as the war of northern aggression. I want to ask right off, outside of Fort Sumter, an action in which the federal government took control of a crucial American stronghold from a group of men who had occupied it under the pretense of secession, who attacked whom first? Now I know some of you want to think that the occupation at Sumpter was justified, but how many of you would back an effort by a Mexican group who, having declared independence from the United States, occupied Fort Hood in Texas? Would the entirely defensible act of reclaiming that property be an act that could be described as northern aggression? Of course not!

 Some of you may be shaking your heads. Some of you may feel that is a flawed analogy. For my part, I have read   “War, For What?”and a few other books and articles that, while well researched and written, are merely entertaining; kind of like alternative history novels. The truth is, as it is in our times, as it has always been and shall always be, a few wealthy people turned those of us with common interests against each other. Let me put it another way; If you are reading this article you and I probably have similar interests regarding the preservation of our great nation, and making sure that future generations of Americans have the same chances that we had. It’s likely though that the cut of my jib, or the trim of my sail might put you off.

 I will never forget coming back to my classroom after lunch the day Kennedy was assassinated; it was a Friday, the sun was bright, and Thanksgiving vacation was nearly upon us. We were children living in the greatest country of any age, and the future lay before us like a golden road. When I entered the classroom I didn't even notice that the picture of JFK had been defaced. Someone had smeared red paint over the top of JFK’s head and blacked out his eyes. Our teacher, Mrs. Murray, left for the office in a hurry to find out who was responsible. Strangely one thing sticks with me. It was unnecessary for Mrs. Murray to place anyone in charge of the class when she had to leave; that's how well regulated society was in the middle class back then. We never found out who committed that cowardly act, within moments of her departure there were shouts and screams echoing all over the school. I remember feeling numbness when we were told. We heard the news right there in front of the symbolically murdered picture of our president, who, as far as I can understand, did nothing whatever to earn such hatred. That's right, hatred. Blind, unreasoning hate. What else could it be.

That motivates people to do such a thing? Yeah, I know, wah, wah, wah, right? Wrong. We all pay for hate; want some proof? Ok, how's this: following the constitutional disaster of Bush v Gore, the Republican party controlled all three branches of the government, and had a hammer lock on the fourth estate, this condition lasted for eight long years. Nearly every member of congress elected since then has been so as a result of their commitment to stop Obama. Well, how's that working out for y’all? Happy? What did you get for your efforts in electing people whose campaign rhetoric is decorated with hate? Roe v Wade been turned back? Immigration fixed? What about freedom of prayer in the schools? Nope. The rich are richer, and the poor are significantly poorer. It’s time we admitted that hate is a tool that is all too effective at dividing us. Do you realize that when a bill goes before congress that it has zero, that's right ZERO chance of passing unless it has the backing of at least one billionaire. That's a fact folks. Hate is what put Obama in office for his second term. After crapping all over the folks who elected him based on his campaign promises, his base rallied once more to put him ahead of Mitt Romney based on ideas that marched right up the partisan divide. When I hear partisan I think of men and women whose country was devastated by an invader fighting the enemy, not my next door neighbor who decorates his yard with campaign posters featuring a candidate from the other party. People, we need to work together to halt the disease that ravages our beautiful country. We must put unreasoning hate behind us and make a constituency that represents all of our neighborhoods. After all, are we Americans, or are we not?

When i think of how Hillary took down ACORN, a populist agency that promoted not liberal ideals, but rather voter awareness and registration, when I think of how uncaringly she said that medicare for all was not on the table. Well what we got is the end of the last organization that truly represented all stripes of America, and Obamacare. We are in a pickle. If we continue to remain fractured as we are then Khrushchev’s white paper on how to defeat America comes true. We cannot endure in a society that is paralyzed, passing down to our children not a conundrum, but an disastrous collision with reality; if we do they will curse our memory, and we will deserve it. The civil war is over. The south must stop trying to rise again. If we do not work together to save it this great nation will pass from this world, and future generations will know nothing of the good that is in our hearts.

The Devil You Know

Here toward the last days of the election I am struck by how little of the two candidates we know. Oh, I get it that we think we know who these two people are, but I think that's just our propensity for jumping to conclusions talking. When I was a young man in business college they taught me some things I didn't know, like what kind of profile to look for in this and such an employee. Back then, business owners wanted to know something about a person before they hired them. I beat many an unsuspecting rival to the punch getting hired by being open in the interview and letting some of my personality show.

 Now, I know that a lot of folks feel that The Donald showed us some of his personality that could be filed under the heading TMI, but whoa there people, let’s take a closer look. What did we actually see? Well, I for one saw a candidate who was willing to admit that he might need to realign his thinking about social issues. A man who is willing to admit that he is capable of being wrong, and implementing change accordingly. With all of the furor over his gaffe, I think most folks missed that.

Sometimes media response is so overwhelming that everything said afterward is lost in a never ending echo. I have seen this over and over again. Trump shows us something personal, and the mainstream media uses it to illustrate the fulfillment of their prophecy. For my own part I can sympathize. Seriously guys, being a candidate for office presents a steep learning curve, and many a dog has been run over learning not to chase cars. To my eye, Trump is showing me that he has the capacity to change course if that course is mistaken. After all, isn't Trump running on a platform of direction change? Isn't that what what him popular to begin with? And what about the opposition? What has Hillary shown us of her soul?

The Clinton campaign is keeping such a tight lid on personal information about.the candidate that I am inclined to believe that there is much there to hide. With only a few days to go now I would like to share a story with you that I Know quite well to be true; that's because I’m in it. Well peripherally that is.

 Many years ago, when I was a caseworker at a life skills training program for the mentally ill, I had a particularly difficult client who simply could not hold down a job. When at last he told me that he wasn't made for work in the real world I helped him formulate a way of getting some money. The young man decided he wanted to write people with more money than they need, and ask them for some of it. After some long hours wording his request he decided to send the first letter to the then financially embattled Donald Trump. When I asked him why Trump, pointing out the fact that Trump was fighting bankruptcy, He said that he had thought about it, and that Trump seemed like a man who might understand what it was like to be challenged. Needles to say, I felt some fear for the young man’s feelings. A couple of weeks went by, and just when I was getting ready to confront the task of orienting my client to reality, he brought in an envelope addressed to him from Donald Trump. We opened it together. In truth, I kind of wanted to read it first in case it held some form of derisive words, or a denouncement of begging by mail. To my immense surprise the envelope contained a check for five thousand dollars, and a brief but warm letter letting my client know that he, Donald Trump knew what it was like to be misunderstood and poor. He cited his bankruptcy and divorce for credibility
. Now, I know nothing more of Trump than what I just said, but thefts a hell of a lot more than I know of Hillary. And Mr. Trump, wherever you are, thank you for not breaking that young man’s heart. Far from it, you gave him a faith in his fellow man he did not know before. For that reason alone, you have my vote.

Stuck In The Middle With You

Wanna know who’s gonna win the election? It's so easy. Just go to a Vegas odds maker, and ask the odds on Trump and Hillary. If one is ten to one, and the other is two to one, or even, that's your man (or woman.) Put you money on the lower odds, and go pick out your beach house. This election has been the most entertaining ever in the history of the United States. On one side you have Bonnie Parker, and on the other you have Frank Hamer with a bank account. Bonnie lost that election by the way. Actually got shot more than Clyde.

I have to tell you, I laughed more yesterday than I have in a long time, and I was SOBER! Now, this article is going to scatter around a bit, but bear with me, ok? It started with a news story about some Amish cat up in Ohio or someplace who got caught with ten little girls. I know, I know, it's distasteful, but work with me on this. Anyway, this guy finds an Amish couple with ten girls. So, he tells them that he's Jesus Christ, and they need to give him their daughters, and they DID it! I'm not laughing about the little girls, I'm laughing at the stupidity of the parents. The neighbors are all calling up the police for YEARS as babies are ground out, and eventually we see the news footage of “Jesus” being led away in chains. The got with the parents too. I thought all the people who looked like that were in Arkansas playing a banjo on a bridge. You always have to accentuate the positive. I considered that during the next spring break, I grow my hair and beard out, get me an SUV, find a case of Jim Beam, go to the University of Texas, pick up five co-eds, tell them that I'm Jesus Christ, and tool out to Lake Travis. Don't tell me it won't work. I've met UT co-eds!

Then we have the Hillary health news. Someone sent me the idea that she has this little box attached to her back, just above her butt that gives the appearance of a microphone transmission device, but it's not! It's actually an electronic surge thingy that sends a burst up her ass to her brain when she has one of those head rolling moments we've all come to know and love. It has been alleged that she had a certain pungent odor long about this time, too. Right after the zap she does the head bob thing, breaks into that smile that some plastic surgeon sewed on her face, craps her drawers, and makes some disjointed comment about coffee. I Crappith Thee NOT! You can't make this stuff up, folks. Picture this; Hillary and Putin sit down to discuss World War III. Suddenly, Hillary rolls her eyes, bobs her head, cuts a long blue fart, and asks Putin about the price of vodka. The good part is at this point, Putin gives her anything she wants because her finger is on that button ya’ll are all scared that Trump will have access to, and skedaddles out of the room to go ride a horse.

I saw my friend, Doc Greene fillet Chelsea Clinton yesterday. She shows up to tell a couple hundred people what a wonderful mom she had, and he asked her one simple question about the eradication of his VA benefits. She gave some stock answer, so he had to ask her again. Right before this, by the way, he interviewed a Hillary supporter who had mange on the back offer head and green teeth, asking HER if Vince Foster would be making an appearance with little Miss Clinton, to which she said she didn't know, but when she realized she's been punked she brought up Paula Jones, telling him she knew where he was going with this line of questioning. No, baby, she was at the second debate. I really didn't hear much of Miss Clinton’s speech. She was wearing these skin tight leotards, and I kept wondering what she'd do if I told her I was Jesus Christ.

I spent a good part of the day trying to find a picture of Hillary and Huma in bed. Oh yeah, I'm gonna go there. Seems there is a theory that these two gals are, shall we say, “fond” of each other? What we’re seeing roll out of the Weiner scandal is really a lover’s spat, according to the gossip. The whole thing is boiling down into some kind of coup to take over the government as the FBI pimps itself all over Fox News leaking more than grandma during visitation at the nursing home . I didn't care about Hillary, but I really did wanna see Huma naked. Hey! She's of age! I mean Weiner ain't doing her no good, right? Now these two women have aspirations, people, and “Mangy Hair” up in Wisconsin is going to vote for Hillary. I swear to God I'm moving back to Death Valley!

Now I'm bi-partisan, but I'm going to tell you right up front that I wouldn't follow Hillary into a whore house. After Donald's little back of the bus scandal, I probably would follow him. The election is about five days away. We sit like the condemned, waiting for the warden to come. Jokers to the left, jokers to the right, and I'm stuck in the middle with you, and there will be no stay of execution. I'm going to publish this, and then go shopping for an SUV.

The Army of the Dead

“Vengeance is Mine, Saith the Lord, and I'll go with that, but I do take a little myself.”
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So, I said that there can be no better sword or shield than the truth. Without a doubt it has been said many times. So how can I tell if something is true or not? I have a tool to offer, and I came by it in reading some of Gloria Steinem’s latter day work (hey, even a stopped clock is right twice a day). She writes thus: The truth is synonymous with the rule; therefore if there is no exception to prove the rule, there can be no means of recognizing the truth. This idea intrigued me, as I have written more than one essay on the truth, and had naturally become a seeker.

Try it as a litmus test in your own life and let me know how it has worked for you. I know around fifty or so people who say it works for them as a truth detector; maybe you will find more of it yourself. I’ve often wondered what makes this little trick work so well, but at this time I don't have an answer. I have become so inured to denial as a therapist that I can offer another tool I find to be quite effective. I find that often the truth is the hard thing to admit into our thinking. It’s our capacity for creating blind spots that makes it so. It ain’t Gloria Steinem or anybody; I’m just sayin’.

Let’s take it for a quick spin now. When then President Obama created Obamacare it created a grassroots movement in politics. Before a hostile media began attacking the Tea Party from the left, there were democrats liberal, and not so much so in the party. Once this media attack separated people whose long views were compatible, the party became an easy mark for super pacs. You remember, Rush and Bill going at it day and night; Clear Channel sweeping up more than a thousand low megawatt radio stations with one preacher after another doing conservative talk radio. When I listen to TV evangelists I always do it over a martini . . . or two . . .or six.  Anyway, Those super packs  rented mailing lists, both electronic and home delivery. And then what do you think they did? Blasphemy! I dare you to keep reading. Super packs, media, mind control, but I digress.

 So, yeah; they solicited millions of dollars each. Overwhelmingly these contributors who were low to mid income individuals. Congratulations; if you made it this far you can see the exception to the rule. If you contributed, you were the exception to a business that was as corrupt as the government it spawned. Still, they plunked you and took almost all of the money for themselves. Perfectly legal. Now, to be fair, most of the candidates that these jokers claimed to represent sent them cease and desist letters, but the damage was done. Over on Politico Ken Vogel wrote that the Tea Party movement was dead, and in fact, a couple of polls show that only seventeen percent or less of Americans identify with the Tea Party. I bet I sound like a smarty pants laughing at the Tea Party; I am in fact feeling the opposite of humor. There is within me a righteous anger that these bandit style raids on the American people brew in me. These people outright scammed the people of MY country; and it has been devastating. It has made those people MY people cynical so that we no longer respect anyone's opinion but our own. It has taken the wind out of our sails. Unions busted so that the retirement funds can be stolen; legally! Schools utterly devastated so as to create a voucher system for schools that do not teach our children's children anymore. Terrorism and war, all for profit, a vice president who made millions on a no contract award to a company which he had part ownership. Huh? Look, the list goes on and on and I’m about as sick of saying it as you are of hearing it.

There is a controlling monopoly in politics. They set the players, push the buttons, and the coffee always comes out with cream and sugar, just like it’s supposed to. Look at the current race. If Mitt Romney were running against Hillary, he'd stomp a hole in her butt, and walk it dry, but the monopoly didn't want that. They needed an inexperienced person, known to be flamboyant, who, while giving the appearance of running a good race was no match for a consummate politician, in the pocket of the monopoly. These guys run as tight a game as a Vegas casino. The managers of the casinos can predict within one percent how things turn out at the end of the night, and if that percentage begins to slide they just spin the wheel and, it'll land on the “Green Bastard” every time.



So, what am I getting at? Well, I for one think most people feel pretty much the same as I do. My party has nothing for me, and the other party is anathema. The Tea Party had been my home, but I think Vogel is right. Ned Ryun is right too I think. Mr. Ryun heads up education and support for local and regional Tea Party development, and he says it’s time to go home and start over again; time to roll up your sleeves and build it with your hands. I like that idea. There is a huge army of the dead, but they're not dead, they are disappointed. They are the heart and soul of America. They ARE the Tea Party, and I want  to raise up an army of the dead and head for D.C. because it's time to take a little ourselves....and that’s the truth.

What is Truth? The Jesus Algorithm

“Then You are a king?” Pilate said.

“You say that I am a king,” Jesus answered. “For this reason I was born and have come into the world, to testify to the truth. Everyone who belongs to the truth listens to My voice.”

“What is truth?” Pilate asked.



What goes up must come down; once you clear the atmosphere of this world that is. The Sikhs have an expression: it is harder to ascend than it is to descend. While the meaning of that statement appears in the text of various other religions, it never does so quite as directly. I like the expression, although, as an American I suppose I can relate to it more easily if I say that  it is easier to descend than to ascend.

. We Americans like things easy don’t we? We like easy so much that I sometimes think it a miracle that we bother to step out of the way of a speeding bus. There is so much trouble we haven't bothered to avoid. Electing a member of the House On Un American Activities Commission,  president of our then great nation, allowing President Ford to pardon the same guy after he did exactly what he could have been expected to do, letting that disaster for democracy go down in Florida, Electing every president since Reagan (we get a pass on Reagan; if you want to know why, watch the Dick Cheney’s interview with frontline on Youtube). There are a lot more instances, but you get my drift. I can hear us now when we are called to judgement; God: “Why did you not act to preserve my mercy?” Us: “What could I have done Lord?”

Well, we could have protested en mass. We could have written editorials,  taught our children that we screwed it, up and worked with them to fix it. But, that wouldn't have been easy. Well, easy gets us Trump vs Hillary. Easy got us a busted economy with the thieving crooks spending our children's legitimate inheritance right in our face while more and more of us go broke. Easy gets us no borders, and a completely broken immigration policy. Folks, it's time to realize that easy isn't easy any longer. When I say this in conversation I get no disagreement, but I do get a lot of uncomfortable silence; that's because it's hard to say “I made a mistake.”

It is incomprehensible to me, but we seem to prefer sticking to our dumb stories to fixing what is wrong. I’ll share something with all of you, it is a secret that I wish you would all shout from the rooftops; there ain't no forgiveness without reconciliation. I simply will not lie. Why? Because I have discovered that there is no better shield or sword than the truth. Unless you're facing an enemy that will kill you unless you have, you know, a real sword. But it has to be like that. Let’s see, WWII, we needed a real sword, Korea? Yep, real sword. Argentina? Not so much.

Jesus had this figured out. He brought mankind a perfect algorithm for solving society's ills. If everyone but followed the algorithmic formula as Jesus formulated it then where would we be? Not looking at four more years of the reign of terror that has now managed to span three generations I’ll bet. I promised you an answer to our daily dilemma and this is it: as an individual person, follow the words of Jesus to the letter. I hear some of you now. It sounds like Nah, Gimme that old time religion; You know, the church that lets me buy my way into heaven while practicing sin. Yet we call ourselves Christians. Yeah, read your Revelations. In Revelations it is explicitly said that the time would come when there would be no way to live in the world without sinning, and that the only salvation would be to fall to your knees and pray for it until you die. Now, between you and me I’ll share something unpleasant; I follow my own advice. It’s been a long, hard road, but it has a solid foundation built on the bedrock of experience. But, while I have transformed my own life with it, and made some modest improvements on the lives of some of the people I have met, I have had limited success. As a member of my church, I have seen bigger accomplishments, but they are also modest in comparison to the deeds done by those who sell misery. Jesus was the ultimate actuary; he brought us an algorithm that anyone can understand. Your dog can understand it. Still, I suppose most of us will go on throwing everything we don't eat ourselves away, until it is all gone. We cannot help but damn ourselves. It is so easy, you see?

What did Joseph Smith really find on hill Cumorah? What was really in that box? He found the Jesus algorithm! From front to back cover, the Book of Mormon, in spite of the through lines of the story, it is there. Doubters flail at the historical inaccuracies of the book, while they fail to see the algorithm staring them right in the face. Money, or greed, rather, fogged the algorithm, just like it did at the Council of Nicea in the year 325! Joseph did know we were all going to ride the train, but by the time it pulled into Salt Lake City, the algorithm was buried again, waiting for someone else to find it.

I do see a way that like minded folks can join hands to stem the tide of violence and depravity that will soon engulf us all. In the end no one will be spared. The coming siege will touch all of our lives. But there is a way to make it a siege rather than an outright conquest, for our kids sake if not for the sake of our own dignity. That however will take up far more space than I am allotted here. If you wish to ascend, you will have to exert yourself. It wont be the easy ascension like the one we had for so many years, uplifted by the deeds of our forefathers, like a cork ascending on a wave. I will write two more series which shall be named after the truth, and the hands of God. If you are of a mind, we will exert ourselves and rise together to form a wall that will, hopefully, shelter a future that is built on our past. It won’t be easy. What is truth? The Jesus algorithm!

The Rise of the Algorithm Part III

The Rise Of The Algorithm Part III The Ascension Of The Actuary

Since undertaking the task of explaining the role of Algorithms in modern day reality, I have begun to understand something of the fire that humans possess; a fire which I had thought might be blown out by the gale force winds of change. A Toffler effect so to speak, brought about by exponential changes in technology. Americans might be forgiven for thinking that changes in technology which occurred during the nineteenth century had the same impact as those changes wrought in the twentieth. After all, building an intercontinental railroad system had pretty much the same effect as building an interstate highway network. The creation of  an internet, which connects the majority of humans has had about the same effect as seeing to it that most Americans could read, and then creating a national culture (several really) that depended on readers as the readers depended on the words they read. While the twentieth century passed, first telephones, and then television invaded each and every home and the experience of being human became something that could be scripted; all it takes is an algorithm folks.The difference as I see it is in the impact of technological change on our individual limits in a far denser population. When great changes came in the nineteenth century they created limitless possibilities to practically everyone. Midway through the twentieth century, technology had created great opportunities for fewer and fewer people. Malthus’ dire predictions came true, and the algorithms of prosperity, and population moved inexorably forward; and no amount of pleading would turn them back.

The evidently enduring flame I spoke of has caused me to change much of my thinking though, and, as I shall endeavor to explain, gives me hope as a possible challenge to what had heretofore seemed an inevitable end to us courtesy of our most powerful tool, the algorithm. First, the actuary. Like guns, algorithms don't kill people, people do. An algorithm, like a gun, is a tool and must be wielded by a person with a purpose and a skill. The purpose comes at best, from a group of people whose intentions are creative and constructive. At worst, the purpose comes from a single individual whose purpose is destructive, the deed done on the down low. Examples of the former are algorithms for bedside diagnostics without imaging, and for emergency logistics management; examples of the former might be algorithms for investment transactions, and algorithmic trading; or worse, developing terrorist attacks that strike us through our electronic lives. Think of it; when I was thirty, practically anybody could live in an nineteenth century world. For that matter, they could have prospered in an eighteenth century world. Can most of the thirty somethings of today say the same? You know it ain’t so,Joe. The ubiquitous they have all the rational approaches covered.When us grown ups talk to others who are like minded, we all seem to agree privately that we cannot see any way out of the mess. We know deep down inside that the kind of mistakes were made that can only lead to misery on a scale not known to us outside the imaginations of writers of horror, or perhaps in the memories of those who have seen true war.

Well....what was that hope you was talkin’ about there Theo? O.K. Are the kids outside? Alright, here it is: Sun Tzu said “if you do not know your weakest point, be sure your enemy will”. Well folks, I’m no actuary, but if you think about it, isn't the great density of our connected population

our enemy’s greatest weakness? Aren't all these algorithms concatenated into one big algorithm, each actuary working for an algorithmic fiefdom no one part of the kingdom quite knowing what the other fiefdoms do? I don't think there is any way to avoid a disaster that is basically intercontinental, but I do think we could still bring the giant down before an actuary partners with a data researcher and eliminates the need for human developers. I think we might be able to manage our downfall in such a way that our grandchildren will know what came before them by leaving them some small part of it. Such lays the foundation for the solution; a solution that I will explain in what I promise will be the last I will say on this for a time in our fourth article in this series, Jesus is the algorithm (a phrase given to us by one of the greatest actuaries of our time).

BLACKJACK!

The republican party has just drawn to a “seventeen” and Donald Trump is yelling, “BLACKJACK! I danced in the streets of Austin when Bush II took office. Eight years later, after loosing my ass, hat, and all my cattle, I wasn't dancing with near as much enthusiasm. The very fact that Donald Trump could take the nomination by storm proves that there wasn't much power left in the old guard. The GOP went from “Grand Old Party”to “Grab our. . .” well, you know. The political landscape has been redefined according to a populist model heretofore unknown, unless you simply look at history, and understand that people can be pushed only so far before they push back.

Remember that pendulum I keep telling you about? Basically, it works like this: It never rests in the middle. The reason for this is that proponents of each end of the spectrum want their way or the hiway. It's as simple as that. It takes about eight years for the general population to get fed up, and begin to push the pendulum the other way. Obama, and the liberal democrats have had their run. Even supporters are at least considering trying something else. Now, you can tell me all about Trump's many prat-falls, but consider this; he's still THERE! Even if you buy into the CNN polls, and don't see that they polled five democrats they found at a Hillary rally, you must admit that he is still nibbling at her heels, and friends, people do weird crap when they pull that little curtain behind themselves in a voting booth.

Unless Trump gets indicted for the murder of JonBenet he's gonna give Hillary a run for her money, and he has MORE money than she does. The pendulum is going to swing, and it's going to swing wide. Times, they are gonna be a-changing. But, back to my original point. No party could be more against their own nominee than the republican party is today, and do you want to know how much difference that makes? Nothing! Nada! The former republican party has become irrelevant. Paul Ryan stomping around like he's got something to say.

And, it's not just the republican party, this effect will ripple. When the party flexed its muscle and tried to derail the Trump Train they got their feelings hurt. They stacked the deck and Trump just yelled, “BLACKJACK!” They tried to explain to the people that the party was a private entity, and they, the plutocracy owned and operated that entity. BLACKJACK! When asked about his tax returns, Trump just thumbed his nose. BLACKJACK! When “someone” dragged a bunch of old whores out of the closet, Trump just put REAL victims in the “Amen” pew of the second debate for Bill and Hillary, and daughter to look at. . . BLACKJACK! The destruction of what was known as the republican party is now complete, and do you not think more than a few democrats noticed that. People are waking up to the fact that “parties” cannot fight the pendulum.

This country was founded upon a constitution that was designed for precisely this purpose, to disenfranchise power brokers and empower We The People, without a bloody revolution. That's why people like Hillary want to “amend” the constitution so bad. It stands in the way of their agenda. They know gun control won't work, but the second amendment is a test. If they can change that, why shucks, freedom of speech, religion, the press. . . will be easy peasy. If you want to see the hidden vote just go to Facebook and check out “likes” and “shares” on Donald Trump's live feeds vs Hillary's. BLACKJACK! Now, I may be wrong, but in my opinion on November 8^th BOTH parties will be licking their wounds, and from the ashes of the old guard organizations such as the Libertarian Party, and even independents will begin to be taken a tad bit more seriously. BLACKJACK!