Monday, September 26, 2016

"Sorry Sir, I Just Can't Remember."


In advance of tonight's first Presidential Candidates Debate, I'm predicting that we'll be blessed with all manner of memorized factoids from Democratic Candidate Hil(liar)y Clinton.  In spite of the hot, glaring lights and the stare of the unblinking TV cameras, I am predicting that she will spout, from memory, all sorts of myriad facts about all manner of arcane subjects important to her vision of how to further micromanage America into a quivering shadow of its former greatness.  

One would therefore have to assume that Mrs. Clinton has a pretty good memory.  You would have to think so, but you would be wrong.  

A contradiction?  Sure.  Explanation?  My pleasure.  Read on...

The chances that you'll ever hear a knock on the door and it will be the FBI are pretty remote.  But if it ever happens, I have all the information you'll ever need to escape whatever fate might otherwise befall you.

Ready?

The answer to any question the agents might ask you is as follows:  

"I'm sorry sir, I just can't remember."

We know this to be true because that's the answer one Ms. Hillary Clinton gave her FBI interviewers on the Friday before Labor Day weekend.  They asked lots and lots of questions, and 35 times she answered, "I just can't recall."  And that's why FBI Director James Comey had no choice, he said, but to not recommend a referral for an indictment for all kinds of nasty felonies to his boss, Attorney General Loretta Lynch.  

We all heard his 15 minute excoriation of Hil(liar)y during the press conference four days later.  14 minutes of it were all about what a lying, scheming, careless, unprincipled, dishonest crook she is.  The last minute was about the fact that, even so, he just couldn't bring himself to charge her.  

We, The People, were not satisfied.  Neither was Judicial Watch, a watchdog organization that holds politicians' feet to the fire. They sued the FBI for the written notes from that Saturday interview.  Those notes, although heavily redacted, were finally forthcoming.  And here are the questions Hil(liar)y could not bring herself to answer. All the things she could just not recall (comments in parentheses are those of the Chuckmeister).  She couldn't - or chose not to - remember:

1.   Whether or not she received a security clearance and whether or not she retained it while Secretary of State. (Really?)

2.   Whether or not she received security training while at the State Department. .(She signed a statement that she did).

3.   The process of selecting or designating targets for drone strikes.

4.   How data on her Blackberry(s) were destroyed (the FBI discovered she had 13 Blackberry devices, and several were destroyed with a hammer (!).  (Remember when she swore to us she had only used one, and only because of "convenience?)

5.   What constitutes secure cell phone usage with State Dept. staff.  (We now know that she could not make or receive cell phone calls from her 7th Floor offices at the State Dept.  She had to leave the floor and go the 6th or the 8th Floor to make or receive calls, and all were unsecured!)

6.   Whether or not emails with classified information had been sent on unsecured communications channels.  (Given that they all ran through her personal, home-brew server, some 100,000 of them, that would be some major thing to just forget)

7.   Anything pertaining to conversations she may have had about setting up a private email account.  (Since she paid for it, I wonder who she thinks might have done it?)

8.   Email policies in the Foreign Affairs Manual.  (Did she ever read it?)

9.   The reason her request for a Blackberry from the State Dept. was denied.

10.  The names of any aides who had access to her Blackberry and email accounts.  (It would appear all of them did)

11.  The procedure for deleting her emails. (For us it would be to hit the "delete" button. For her it would appear to be a team of highly-paid IT people and some of that "Bleachbit.")

12.  Any emails she may or may not have sent regarding server storage limits.

13.  Any offers she may have received from aides to obtain clintonemail.com accounts besides Huma Abedin.

14.  Any compromise of aides' Gmail accounts.

15.  A cable about Bryan Paglio's upgrade of her private email server.  (NOTE:  Paglio has been granted immunity by the FBI, yet still won't appear, even though subpoenaed on multiple occasions by Congress.  He must have some seeeereeus information he refuses to share, even though he cannot be punished for any involvement in any crime. Something to do with all those 40-plus Clinton bodies stacking up, maybe?)

16.  Whether or not she may have used an iPad mini.  (There are multiple of pictures showing her using it)

17.  Specific email a.

18.  Specific email b.

19.  Specific email c.

20.  Specific email d.

21   Specific email e.

22.  Specific email f.

23.  Specific email g.

24.  Specific email h.

25.  Specific email i.

26.  Specific email j.

27.  Specific email k.

(Since they were all redacted by the FBI, we'll never know what information they may have contained.)

28.  Any information regarding the procedure regarding the receipt of a secure fax.

29.  Any information regarding Freedom of Information Requests for her email usage.

30.  Any further access of her private email usage.

31.  Any specific information about her security clearance.

32.  Any information about the archiving of her emails.

33.  Anything about her legal team's separation of her private and her work emails.  (I mean, there were 55,000 designated as public, and 33,000 labeled as personal, and another 15,000-plus we were not told about that the FBI found and released.  And they were all separated at her direction.  That would be kind of hard to forget, right?)

34.  Any conversations she may have had about Federal records keeping regulations.

35.  The content of any State Dept. briefings she may have had following her concussion in 2012.  (One of her excuses for her poor memory was a "concussion" that she sustained. As reported by NBC, Hil(liar)y stated she could not recall the details of briefings that she attended due to a concussion she sustained after a fainting spell in 2012.  And that "concussion" occurred just days before she was due to testify to Congress under a Federal subpoena.  Timely, huh?)

So, my friends, and you are my friends, the woman who wants you to send her back to the White House, as both President of the United States, and Commander-in-Chief, with her finger on the nuclear trigger, and bring former-President and hubby Billy Jeff "Blue Jeff" Clinton with her, seemingly could not remember much past her own name. One could state that such a failure to remember, especially by a trained lawyer who knew she was facing indictment for numerous felonies if she lied to the FBI, avoided such a fate by simply failing to remember.  I guess you cannot lie if you do not remember.  I'm going to pack that bit of information away for future reference.  All it seems you have to do to avoid getting arrested, charged, tried, found guilty for a Federal crime and sentenced to an 8' x 10' cell in scary Leavenworth is to simply forget your involvement in that crime.  

Imagine how different it could have been:  FBI:  "Tell us, Mr. Dillinger, why did you rob that bank?"  Dillinger:  "Bank? What bank?"  

To paraphrase Dana Carvey's SNL Church Lady character, "How conveeeeeeeeenient"

Friday, September 23, 2016

Pondering the Imponderables


According to Dictionary.com, "Imponderable" is defined as:

Adjective:  "Im - pon - der - u-bul"  That which cannot be precisely determined, measured or evaluated." 

And that's remarkably true in this day and age of "political correctness."  Political correctness, or "PC," prevents us from learning the answers to questions which directly effect our lives these days in so many, many ways.  Questions such as:

Why is it that a person of mixed race, such as one who's half-Black and half-White, is always Black?  Take our President, for instance (please!).  He's half-Black and half-White, yet he's "Black."  He says so.  Everybody else says so.  So he must be.  So why is it that he's called "Black?"  Why isn't he White sometimes?  Say, Black for a week, or a month, or a year, then White for the next week, or month or year?

Remember Halle Berry?  She's the Black actress who won an Academy Award way back when.  And, Oscar in hand, and White mother in the front row, remember how she gushed at how happy she was to be the first "...Black woman to win an Oscar since Hattie McDaniel did for "Gone With The Wind?"  Hmmm.

Or then there's Colon Kramperdick.  He's the washed-up, tatted-up, has-been quarterback who sits on the bench and collects his $110,000 a month from the Peoples' Republic of San Francisco Forty-Niners NFL football team.  His Black mother gave him up for adoption.  Then he was taken in and raised up, pretty well it would seem, by White adoptive parents.  Yet, he terms himself "Black" and is so pissed that "his people" are so mistreated here in good ol' 'Murica that he refuses to stand for the National Anthem or pay his respects to the flag of his Country.  That would seem pretty damn disrespectful to me.  But hey, I'm just a loyal, respectful, patriotic, flag-waving, red-blooded, God-fearing American. Like you are, most likely.

Other imponderables would include why is there a Congressional Black Caucus but no Congressional White Caucus?  And why is there a Black Entertainment Network and no White Entertainment?  And why is there a National Association for the Advancement of Colored People, but no National Association for the Advancement of White People? Or, no United White College Fund when there's a United Negro College Fund?  

And better yet, why can we no longer call Black people Colored, or Negroes, when those used to be the preferred terms, and when those names are in the titles of the above named charities?  Who makes the decision to change these things?  Which guy, or guys, or gals, or "its," decided one day to make it no longer proper - or "PC" - to call Black People what they used to call themselves?  Where are they located? When do they meet?  And why don't we all get a voice in such matters?

And here's another one of them there imponderables:  Where is that "Black Community" they keep talking about?  Is it in Watts?  Or Compton?  Or maybe at the corner of Florence and Normandy?  Or Baltimore, maybe?  Why don't we White people have a community?  It would seem to me that there's some White folks out there, like those who live in Missississippppi, or Appalachia, for instance, who are pretty far down the evolutionary tree.  Don't they deserve a community?

And, why are there hyphenated Americans?  There are African-Americans and Native-Americans, but there are no Irish-Americans or Italian-Americans.  Are we not a preferred voting bloc here in 2016 America?  

And speaking of African-Americans, our POTUS, one Mr.  B. Hussein Obama, is not an African-American.  He's more accurately an Arab-American.  There's only 6.25% of African blood coursing through his Community Organizing veins. Since 50% of Barry accrues to his White mother, the other 43.75% of Barry's heritage is definitely Arab. Don't believe me? Where do you think that name "Hussein" came from? 

And speaking of Arab names, did you know that "Barack" was the name of Mohammed's horse?  That's the one he road through the sky from Mecca to Jerusalem and back to Mecca during the so-called "Night Journey" that took place 10 years after he became a self-described prophet way back during the 7th Century. And, my friends, Mohammad was definitely an Arab! 

So, my friends, shouldn't Barry consider himself an Arab-American, at least 40% of the time?

So, these are but a few of the many imponderables banging around in my aging brain like a BB in a boxcar.  Perhaps you have a few as well.  If so, please feel free (or at least inexpensive!) to send them along.  I promise to share them with my tens of loyal readers.  You'll get credit for them, of course. Until then, these are the things political correctness keeps you from being able to say...or even think!

But I, the Chuckmeister, can!

Sunday, September 18, 2016

"Operation Fast and Furious," Revisited...


Remember a few years back when B. Hussein Obama and his Mini-Me Attorney General Eric Holder got caught slow-walking thousands of so-called "assault rifles" across the border into Meheeeeeko?  

In what was called "Operation Fast and Furious," the Justice Department authorized tens of $Millions out of the nearly $1,000,000,000,000 (that's One Trillion, with a "T"!) Stimulus Program to be used to buy AK-47's and AR-15's. That Plan was designed to get us out of a recession with some of those "shovel-ready jobs."  Except, as the Community Organizer-in-Chief was forced to later say, "Those "shovel-ready jobs" weren't so "shovel-ready" after all, were they?"

The "Fast and Furious" plan was to give the dough to numerous unemployed twenty-something losers who would then go into three gun stores along the border between Meheeeeko and Arizona and Texas. These slackers would go to the gun shops and buy a dozen or more of these deadly weapons at one time. The gun store owners, ever suspicious of such activities, all called the FBI.  Just like they were supposed to.  Just like they were required to.  They were told by the FBI to go ahead and sell the guns to these straw purchasers! They were told that the FBI was going to follow these guns after they were sold and nab the Bad Guys somewhere down the line.  

Except, they didn't.

And thus, more than 2,700 AR-15s and AK-47s were lost by those who were supposed to be watching them.  That means, more than 2,700 of these weapons, that you and I bought and paid for, went directly into the hands of the Mexican drug cartels. I'm sure they were appreciative. 

Obviously, the Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives (ATF) arm of the Justice Department, the FBI's boss, doesn't think that a bunch of bozos buying a few thousand AK's and AR's with cash money poses much of a problem...

So why did this happen?  A few of you might remember that shortly after his immaculation, Barry Obama addressed the Mexican Congress.  During that speech he made the comment that fully 90% of all the guns that were rattling around Meheeeeeko and being used by their murderous drug cartels to kill thousands of their innocent citizens came from the United States. Now you should know that the comment he made was a gigantic bag of unadulterated horsh**t. Apparently Obama either doesn't know that AK's and AR's are manufactured in more than 100 countries these days, and that most all the guns winding up in Mexico are coming from one of those other places, or he was lying through his artificially-whitened teeth.  

But lying is apparently no longer held in contempt in Foggy Bottom.  If it ever was, that is.  Hil(liar)y and her disgraced hubby, Billy Jeff "Blue Dress" Clinton, has raised lying to an art form.  Remember when Billy Jeff was disbarred for lying about his little "encounter" with Monica Lewinsky in the Oval Office? The same one that resulted in him being impeached and disbarred and his law license revoked?  The same one that resulted in him being fined $85,000 for lying under oath and rendered more than $900,000 in debt to his lawyers for keeping him out of jail?  No? Maybe because a whole lot less of today's electorate was of voting age back then.  Very few of the so-called "Millenials" will remember this stain on the Presidency (Stain.  Get it?  I thought you would.)  But, given we're in the throws of electing our next President, and it just might be Hil(liar)y, a reminder would prove timely about now.
  
So I'll let you decide which it is.  Was Obama completely ignorant of the facts, which is bad enough, or just guilty of premeditated, unadulterated, flat-out lying to the American people? 

I'll go with lying.

Anyway, one of the guns thus provided to Meheeeeeko's drug cartels was used to kill Border Agent Brian Terry in December, 2010.  And the Administration found itself with mucho huevos on its lying face.  The gun-walking stopped with a screech!  Obama and Holder did their very best to change the subject and avoid the blame they obviously so richly deserved.  And the Lap Dog Media did its best to assist them.  As happens these days with the 24-hour news cycle, new problems replaced the old ones. The gun-walking scandal was forgotten.  

Until the massacre in Paris, that is...  

News Flash!  One of the fully-automatic AK-47 "assault rifles" used by an Islamic jihadist terrorist to murder more than 150 innocent civilians and wound 350 more in Paris last November 13th, appears to have been sold, illegally, without repercussion of any kind, as part of the "Fast and Furious" gun-walking scheme.

Let me repeat that:  One of the guns used in the largest terrorist attack in generations was bought and paid for by you and me, America's taxpayers, and then "slow-walked" into Meheeeeeeeeko by those under the orders of your President and then-Attorney General.  And then somehow made its way across "The Pond" and into the hands of an Islamic jihadist terrorist murdering thug.  

"A "Report of Investigation," or ROI, filed by a Case Agent in the ATF, a part of the Department of Justice, tracked the gun used in the Paris attacks to a Phoenix gun owner who sold it illegally, "off the books," Judicial Watch's law enforcement sources confirm."

According to Judicial Watch, a watchdog group, a paper trail left, in part, by a 4473 Form - which tracks a firearm's ownership history through serial numbers and other means - traced the weapon to a Phoenix seller who had previously been caught dealing in illegal weapons.  Judicial Watch would dearly love to make public the name of the seller, who had twice previously been caught for federal firearms violations, but the ATF, who hand-picked him to do some of that slow-walking, would not divulge his identity.  They apparently fear that doing so might anger the seller and cause him to "go public" with the facts relating to the Government's complicity in illegally running guns to foreign drug cartels!  

In short, your Government was indirectly involved in killing scores of people in a Paris concert venue.  This is the same Government that, under the orders of Gun Grabber-in-Chief Barry Obama, is doing its very best to rewrite the 2nd Amendment in an effort to make it tougher for you to defend yourself and your family. To make it tougher to buy and keep and bear the weapons you and I need to keep our families safe.  To make it tougher for you to exercise your Right under the Bill of Rights. 

Astounding!  Shameful!

Those doubting the facts presented here are invited to visit Judicial Watch's website (judicialwatch.org).  But please do so before eating a meal.  It might cause you to lose your lunch...

Monday, September 5, 2016

"South of the Border, Down Mexico Way"


"South of the border, down Mexico way.  That's where I fell in love where the stars above, came out to play."

Remember that song?  It was Number One on charts back in 1956 when one Mr. Frank Sinatra chose to record it.  Great song.  The country down there, however, has fallen on some very hard times since "The Chairman of the Board" chose to honor it.

Flash forward six decades...

So as we all know by now, The Donald moseyed on down to Meheeeeeko Citee a couple of days back to meet with their El Presidente.  

Yes, my friends, and you are my friends, Trump was issued what I believe to have been a perfunctory invitation to come and visit by their Prez, Enrique Pena Nieto. One was sent Hil(liar)y's way as well.  So much has been said about illegal immigration and drug cartels and building a wall that Nieto issued an invite to both to come visit.  

Only The Donald took him up on it.  And I'm pretty sure El Jefe Neito was surprised. And probably scared s**tless. There's no question in my mind that Nieto expected neither candidate to respond positively.  He's in such a mess down there I think he was doing anything he could to try and improve his tanking poll numbers.  But only one week ago Trump said "Yes," and they started scrambling to make the necessary arrangements for his visit.  Put simply, hating Trump as they do, his fellow countrymen were not pleased with his invitation.  Nor with The Trumpster's acceptance.

Anyway, whether at the behest of the Secret Service, or simply due to his desire to keep his ass attached to the rest of his body, The Donald decided to rent a nice new, stark white (isn't that racist?) Bizz jet to ferry him down Meheeeeeko Way.  No "Trump force One" this time.  I'm guessing he was concerned about becoming the bull's eye for a heat-seeking Sidewinder missile sent skyward by one of their ubiquitous drug cartels. Remember, you're not paranoid if they're really after you.

So The Donald and Prez Nieto held a press conference.  You might have noticed that, following diplomatic decorum, there was a Mexican Flag behind Nieto on that stage, but there was no American Flag behind The Donald.  I have a theory about that little "oversight," and here it is:

The Mexicans do not believe that there really is a United States of America.  And that's because 168 years ago they owned a good chunk of what would become America. It was call Astlan.  Or Alta (read "upper," or "high") California.  It stretched from way above what's now the Peoples' Republic of San Francisco, north across the top of Utah and Nevada, and dipped down through Oklahoma and on to encompass most of what is now Texas. They called it Tejas, as in "Tee-haas," by the way. The Mexicans owned vast rancheras (big-ass, multi-thousand acre ranches) here.  They raised their cattle here. They built missions here.  They lived here.  And then they began to screw with us and our people as we moved west. Bad move.

Their banditas, like Senor Pancho Villa and his boys, began stealing our cattle.  And stealing our women.  And robbing our trains and our banks. In short, they were causing mucho problemo, and we decided up with that we should no longer put (with apologies to Yoda). We declared war.  It was called the "Mexican-American War," catchy, right? Because, technically, they started it. But we ended it...

The War officially came to a close via the Treaty of Guadalupe Hidalgo of 1848.  It gave us all of Alta California. It could have given us much, much more.  In fact, it could have given us all of Meheeeeeko.  And there were many in D.C. at the time who felt it should have.  We could easily have annexed our neighbor to the south.  And maybe we should have.  Because we had them on the ropes, as they say. But the more circumspect in power back then felt that taking on Mexico, then, as now, a Third World Country (I'm sure they would disagree with that opinion), would have meant biting off way more than our young country could fiscally chew.  And maybe those who felt that way were right. But that decision has laid the foundation for the debate in which we now find ourselves...

In short, Mexicans don't believe they were treated fairly by that Treaty.  They don't believe that they should have lost the northern third of their country.  They don't even believe that the border that exists between our two countries is, in fact, a border!  If you pick up a map of Mexico, from Mexico, you'll note that the border between us, most generally the Rio Grande River, all 1,869 miles of it, is called "La Frontera." The Frontier.  They don't consider it a border.  They consider it a nothing more than a speed bump on the freeway between their people and a high-paying job in El Norte.  A hurdle over which they have to jump to get to where they ought to be able to go without impediment.  It's theirs!  So why should they feel guilty about breaking into our country, if they don't believe our country is our country?  In short, they don't!

Now, for purposes of background, those who follow this unassuming little blog will note that I have written on this subject before.  And I have related in-depth about Meheeeeeeko's draconian laws concerning illegal immigration.  But for those unfortunates who have never had the chance to inculcate those nuggets of information (maybe they were being held hostage by a band of roving Gypsies!), let me give you a short briefing on how our Southern Neighbors view this trendy little subject:

   -  If you break into Mexico, without permission, you get a two-year stint in one of their maximum security prisons. No passing "GO," no collecting 200 pesos.  Then you get deported.  If you're still alive, that is.  If you decide to come back (bad idea!), you get ten years, hard labor.  Not something one should want.  Most likely a death sentence.

   -  Whereas Senor Nieto seems to think exporting their poor to America, one-way, is a really good idea, they don't seem to feel the same way about their neighbors to the south. They've dug trenches all across their borders with Guatemala, El Salvador and Nicaragua, and then filled them with uniformed soldiers and machine guns pointed toward potential border-jumpers.  They will judge with extreme prejudice those who try and do to them what they routinely do to us.  Think on that for awhile, my friends.

   -  Meheeeeeeko's Number One export is oil.  And oil prices are down.  Thus, Meheeeeeko's economy is down.  And so is Prez Nieto's popularity.  Number Two source of income is "remittances."  These are the $25 Billion Dollars or so in annual earnings that come back home from illegal workers who take "jobs Americans won't do," and then send the money they illegally earn back to momma in Guadalajara.  It has been opined that their economy would quickly tank if these remittances were to stop.

   -  If you decide to emigrate to Mexico, it will take you many months to gain approval from them to do so.  To get a visa you must prove you are financially stable and will not become a drag on their economy (!).  You must prove you are either independently wealthy, or that you are employed and your employer guarantees that they will support you during your entire stay, and oversee and pay for your repatriation back home should that prove necessary.

   -  Once there, it will take you at least six months to secure a driver's license.  You must take driver's lessons from an approved vendor.  Those lessons are expensive, costing at least $1,600, which is a fortune to a Mexican.  You must maintain insurance offering coverage at least double what Mexicans now maintain.  

   -  You may not own land within 50 miles of any body of water.  Oceans, lakes, rivers, streams, tributaries, no matter. If it's a body of water, you, Gringo, can't own land nearby. You may only purchase land through a third-party land broker who will hold that land in trust for you for what's usually a 50 to 98 year period.  It then reverts back to Meheeeeeeko. America's richest man, one Senor Carlos Slim, owns a big chunk of our country (newspapers, TV stations, cell phones companies, etc.) and is buying more every day.  We don't seem to share their view on foreign ownership of assets, so we?

   -  You may not join the armed forces.  You may not become a police officer.  You may not be permitted to learn to fly a plane, or pilot a ship, or engineer a train.  You may not run for public office.  You may be a member of the clergy.  You may not attempt to sway public opinion. You may not petition the Government.  You may not protest. You may not wave signs or placards. You have no freedom of speech.  Any Mexican citizen may arrest illegals at any time, and for any reason, or for no reason.  You are basically expected to work and earn and pay taxes and keep your miserable foreigner mouth shut.

   -  Once you finally get your visa, if you violate it, you're guilty of a felony and are subject to a six-year term in one of their better prisons.  Good luck with that.

   -  Mexicans are given preference in hiring over foreigners. Even legal ones. Period.  

   -  Member of both houses of Congress, and the President, and their Supreme Court must all be natural born Mexicans.  

   -  Although their constitution provides their citizens the right to own and keep firearms, a right virtually impossible to exercise, by the way, you, as an emigrant, have no such right.  You not only may not own a firearm, you may not own even a single bullet! In fact, being in possession of a spent brass cartridge, already fired, is considered a felony and it will give you a one-way ticket to one of their infamous Gray Bar Hotels for a multi-year sentence.   

   -  And finally, according to Meheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeko's immigration laws, and these are direct quotes, you will be barred entry or continued residency if your presence "...upsets the national demographics."  You cannot be granted legal residency unless you can prove that you and your dependents will be "...a useful element for the Country," that you will "...contribute to the national progress," and that you have "...the necessary funds for sustenance."

Whatever you think of The Donald, or Nieto, or Meheeeeeeko, or illegal immigration, or "the wall," or Hil(liar)y's promise to make legal all illegals within her first 100 days in office, you simply must embrace One Simple Fact:  What's good for the goose simply has to be good for the gander.  If Meheeeeeeko thinks its immigration system is so superior to our own, I suggest we simply adopt theirs. And then let them bitch and moan and complain about how unfair we are to their compadres...

Oh wait.  We can't.  The Democrats will not allow any such tightening of our immigration laws because that would deprive them of a never-ending supply of brand-spanking new voters.  And the Republicans will not allow any such tightening of our immigration laws because that would deprive them of a never-ending supply of cheap, reliable labor.  This, my friends, is how we got into this problem, and why we'll likely never get out of it.  

But it's sure entertaining to watch the back-and-forth on the campaign trail as the candidates tilt at these age-old windmills, and each other, isn't it?  

As for me, November 8th cannot come soon enough... 

Tuesday, August 30, 2016

"Anthony's Weiners"


Didja' hear about Anthony Weiner sending another of his infamous social media messages to some babe?  Yeah, this bozo really, REALLY likes to take selfies of his semi-erect trouser snake and send them to unsuspecting women who are unlucky enough to have an Instagram or Twitter account. 

He did so five years or so ago and wound up losing his Congressional House seat.  His wife, Huma Abadin, famous Muslim right-hand Tonto babe to Hil(liar)y Clinton, is, and soon it appears to be, was, Weiner's wife (say that five times really fast!).  She stuck with him through his first indiscretion, hoping, no doubt, that Anthony would find something else to do with himself.  Pun intended.

Then, a couple of years back, he again succumbed (heh, heh) to his unfortunate little predilection and sent off another shot of his turgid lap rocket to some unnamed babe. He did so under the pseudonym of "Carlos Danger," presuming, I would guess, that no one would recognize him.  

Let's see here. He was a Congressman in the most heavily populated place in the Nation and had his famous nose of, shall we say, gargantuan proportions, plastered all over the media for months and didn't think anyone would recognize him and his gigante burrito?  This boy is a special kind of dumbass!  

Anyway, caused all kinds of hell, it did.  Huma, possibly because Tony was then running for Mayor of New York City (really?), decided to once again brush off his hobby and stick around.  Tony lost his bid to get past the primaries and wound up on the ash heap of ex-Mayoral candidates.  No Gracie Mansion for him.  

And by the by, it's worth noting that the ultimate winner of that contest for Mayor was one Big Bill De Blasio.  Billy Boy, as you may know, is six foot-eight or -nine - or ten all-out proud communist who proved as much by honeymooning with his new Black, 4 foot-tall communist activist and poet wife Charlane in Cuba.  Oh, and yeah, be formally backed the Nicaraguan Sandinistas. At least he was consistent in his politics. Consistently wrong, I would opine.

And his primary platform position for Mayor was to eradicate "stop and frisk," which made the City safe after years of being the "murder capital," improving relations with the NYPD, at which he has failed miserably, and getting rid of all those nasty smelly horses who pull those delightful white hansom cab carriages around Central Park. Been a disaster as Mayor, has this bozo.  Crime is up, tourism is down, taxes are up, services are down...and the horses are still thrilling crowds around Central Park.  Cops hate this guy. Rightfully so.

Back to the main story... 

Oh, by the way.  By then Anthony's weiner had produced another little Weiner.  And so, he and Huma had a little boy to think about.  Maybe he should have thought about that little Weiner instead of the other weiner...

And now, five years, later, VOILA!  Anthony Weiner takes another selfie sitting on his bed, in his BVDs, with his little boy by his side, and his famous tan banana barely sheathed. And he sends the selfie off once again to some woman with whom he had been conducting an Internet back-and-forth for over 14 months.  Made the cover of the New York Daily Post yesterday, it did. Caused quite and uproar.  I don't know about you, but I would be kind of embarrassed by something like this. But then again, I wouldn't have done it.  Anthony's not beset by a big helping of common sense, it seems.

So, his wife, Huma, published a tearful twitter message (how does one get all tearful on twitter?) about how upsetting this all was and stated that she and Tony were separating. She immediately took off her wedding ring and got back to the main business at hand of getting infamous serial liar and socialist multi-millionaire Hil(liar)y Rodham Clinton elected to POTUS.  

So, ever on the lookout for a new business opportunity, I got to thinking.  How about some of us get together and buy a bunch of hot dog carts.  Maybe 15 or 20.  They cost maybe $5,000 each, so you do the math.  And we name them "Anthony's Weiners." Get it?  Heh, heh.  And under the sign with the name on it we put a picture of good ol' Tony in a Lone Ranger (Carlos Danger) mask with one of our new hot dogs in his, ahem, other hand, with the caption:  "Picture this!"  Like it?  I just new you would.

Of course, in addition to the $100,000 or so we'd need for the carts, we'd need, say, another $1 Million to grease the skids. You know, polish the palms of the Street Vendor Commission, and the Manhattan Burrough President, and the Mayor's office, and the Parks and Recreation Commission, and the Food and Beverage Commission, and the Street Cleaners and Curb Polishers International, and the Union of Professional Graft Takers, etc., etc.,etc.  I mean, we know this works!  The Donald had to pay Hil(liar)y Clinton and hubby Billy Jeff "Blue Dress" $One Hundred Thousand Dollars to induce them to attend his daughter's wedding.  

Worked for him, and them.  Could work for us...

So, if you're interested, get in touch and we'll put a marketing plan to together and start raising the cash necessary to do business in the new Peoples' Republic of New York City.  I think we should start by sending off a substantial contribution to Billy "Big Bird" De Blasio's reelection campaign.

Whaddaya' think?

Saturday, August 27, 2016

The "Email Female"


Do you believe the legs this Hil(liar)y Clinton email fiasco has grown?  I mean, it was 14 months ago when she called a press conference at the United Nations and told us, to our faces, that "she never sent, nor received, anything marked classified, from her email server."  And then we've been bathed in a quagmire of thousands and thousands of emails which keep rising from the fetid swamp of her infamous history sufficient to make us shake our heads in disbelief.

So let's take a walk back in time and look at this whole putrid mess, by-the-numbers:

Hillary Rodham Clinton took office as Secretary of State on January 21, 2009.  That would be the very next day after one Mr. B. Hussein Obama was immaculated.  And she installed her home-brew computer server in her basement that very same day!  

Why?  There can only be one reason: to keep whatever that server wound up serving sacrosanct from Freedom of Information Requests, or "FOIA's."  That would be, "away from you and me, the American public."

Her last day of service to you and I, the 'Murican people, was February 1, 2013.  Thus, she served a total of 1,359 days. Assuming that she "worked" 5 days a week, an assumption I'm not willing to make, and "worked" 16 hours a day, an assumption I'm certainly not willing to make, she would have "worked" a total of about 1,000 days.  And by the way, she was in the hospital recovering from a concussive fall and "unavailable" to testify before Congress for at least three months during the latter part of that period.

Now we know that during this period she visited 121 countries.  That makes her in my mind the Frequent Flyer-in-Chief.  What did she accomplish by visiting those countries? Hmmm. It would seem from my perspective almost nothing. And I'm crediting her with "almost" because I'm just naturally kind and nice and sweet. But you knew that already, right? 

Let's take a look and give her our grade for her work. Russia is on the march, obviously endeavoring to restore the former greatness of the Soviet Union (that "reset" didn't work so well, did it Hil(liar)y?).  Syria is in flames ("Red Line" crossed!).  Our victory in Iraq has been squandered.  ISIS, which didn't exist until Mr. Obama pulled our victorious troops out of Iraq without a "tripwire" Status of Forces Agreement," is now operating without limitation in 40 countries and on six continents.  Her decision to decapitate Lybia's "Strongman" Khadafi has been an all-out disaster.  She (and Barry) abandoned Egypt to the Muslim Brotherhood, handing it over to our enemies.  Iran has grown from a sanctions-bedeviled, failing power to the leading sponsor of terrorism in the entire world. I can't think of a country that reveres us or our support now more than they did when she took office.  Maybe you can. Go ahead.  Try.  I'll wait...

And although she didn't seem to do much more than flit around the globe a lot on one of our Air Force 767's, during that same period we now know that she produced a seriously yuuuuge volume of emails!  When she refused to play along by handing them over when requested, an Associated Press lawsuit forced her to turn over 55,000 printed pages of emails to the State Department a full two years after she left office!  

In that infamous United Nations press conference she told us she had erased 30,000 more emails that dealt only with "yoga lessons, grandchildren and wedding plans." And although she told us that was all there were, the FBI found another 2,000+, many of them highly classified, when they "unwiped" her home-brew basement server.  And now, a whole bunch of time later, we've just learned that the State Department has uncovered - voila ~ another 15,000 or so of these little jewels!

Who knows if there will be more uncovered.  My guess is yes, there will be.  But even if there aren't, there were something like 100,000 emails sent and/or received by HRC during her tenure!

If one just does the math, ex-Secretary Clinton would have had to write and forward six-plus emails per hour, for every waking, work-day hour, for the entire 1,000 days of her tenure!  That's one every ten minutes, 16 hours-per-day, for every day she worked, including during meals, naps and bathroom breaks!  And that means between the time she pushed "send," she was either composing the very next one, or reading one just received and responding to it.  Did we pay this aging babe from the House of Clinton to do nothing but write emails?  It would certainly seem so...

I'm kind of hoping they find some more emails that she has guaranteed us she never sent nor received and surely do not exist.  If so it will skew these statistics even further. For me, I'm kind of astounded at what the facts have just produced. And I'm also quite dismayed that I chose another line of work besides "The Government," as having done so padded this couple's bank account to the tune of way more than $100 Million Dollars while she was working for us, you and me.

They don't dance.  They can't sing.  They didn't invent anything.  They didn't start a business.  They just got elected. And then reelected.  And then discovered they could rent out the Lincoln Bedroom.  And then it really started raining money!  Bushel baskets full of the stuff!

I mean, even Bernie Sanders, arguably the very least accomplished Senator and ardent socialist, a guy who didn't earn a regular weekly paycheck until the age of 40 when he was elected Mayor of Burlington, Vermont, just paid $600,000 in cash for his third home, one on the beach, doncha' know.  This of course proves that, no matter how insignificant you are as a legislator, and believe me, Bernie is really insignificant, having never, ever passed a single piece of legislation, you can amass a fortune while working for what you and I would call not-such-a-big-salary.   

Is America great, or what?

Wednesday, August 24, 2016

To "Snope," or not to "Snope?"


I'll bet that you've doubted something somebody sent you on emails or websites once or twice.  Or maybe even more than that. And if so, it's a good bet you've taken steps to check on the accuracy of that information by calling upon "Snopes.com.

Snopes, as you probably know, holds itself out on its masthead to be...

"...The definitive Internet reference source for urban legends, folklore, rumors and misinformation."

And it's held that (dubious) distinction for more than two decades.  In fact, I would opine that most of America thinks it's a straight-shooter in terms of providing information without bias.

And if so, America would be wrong...

Snopes was, is and likely always will be a tool of the left-wing in this country.  Its founders, Barbara and David Mikkelson, are a married couple living in Southern California's San Fernando Valley.  They conjured up the idea for this website back in the days when Billy Jeff "Blue Dress" Clinton was doing his best to chase female interns around the White House and avoid impeachment.  They did their best to hide their far-left beliefs from the date of their 1995 beginning, and, for the most part, they've been successful.  But lately their charade has been unraveling at warp speed...

On August 6th Snopes' founders, the Mikkelsons, were arrested after an unrelated investigation of one their editors lead to a paper trail of corruption, bribery and fraud at the very heart of this supposed fact-checking organization.

It seems this editor was doing a little bit of flea market shopping.  A jukebox nearby started playing "Dixie" and this guy went nuts!  He started screaming that the song was racist, and demanded that it be silenced.  When no one rapidly acceded to his demands, he began throwing things at it.  The cops were called and this guy bolted. They managed to track him down by way of a purchase he had made just before going all medieval on the poor jukebox.

It had been suspected for some time by me and others that Snopes was accepting money and favors from left-leaning and pro-Islamic political groups and individuals for helping them to advance their causes by rigging public discourse with selective fact-finding and deliberate manipulation of public opinion.  What was lacking was proof.

While the editor in question was being arrested, the officers noticed him attempting to hide a sheaf of papers under a Persian rug in his home.  That caused the arresting officers to remove the rug and examine the papers.  One of those papers turned out to be a hand-written ledger containing the names of well-known individuals and organizations which have been paying Snopes to debunk stories over the years that cast them in a bad light, while validating damaging rumors and half-truths about their political opponents.  Juicy! Sounds like a bad screenplay for a TV comedy, doesn't it?

But then again, so does this 2016 General Election season.   

Once the Mikkelsons discovered that they could influence public discourse in the way noted, they began to market their particular brand of "truth."  It brought them literally millions of dollars from those on the left, including national media organizations and websites, such as MediaMatters and MoveOn.org.  It has been suspected for many years that international financier and money-laundering leftist felon and Nazi-collaborator George ("Darth Vader") Soros has had his fingerprints all over this.  In other words, a media arm would conjure up a completely fictitious story, one maybe created in the fetid mind of convicted currency-manipulator Soros, and then he'd pay Snopes to validate it to the detriment of the target of that negative assertion.  

The list of groups that bit of seized paper proved to have "paid to play" Snopes in this manner include foreign governments such as Russia, Cuba, Venezuela, Zimbabwe, Saudi Arabia, Qatar, and the Palestinian Authority (really?). No names have yet been released while the investigation is still ongoing, but a police source has indicated that, "...The shock waves will rock the world of the media and political establishment!"

It has long been suspected that Snopes.com was a corrupt organization with zero credibility.  It should not come as a surprise the lengths to which those with evil intent will go to control the way you and I think, or what we are urged to believe.  

If you feel the need to check on some tidbit of information or other, I'd suggest you visit "TruthorFiction.com" if you need to check on whether a rumor or urban legend is true or not. Unlike the crooked commie pinko leftist weenies at Snopes, these folks appear to have no political axe to grind...

(Update:  And if you check with these folks you'll learn that the arrest report for the "Snopes" gang was a work of fiction. The rest is true so far as we can determine.  See? You can't believe anything you read on line anymore, including that which comes from those who purport to tell you the truth about what's true on line...)