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No One to Blame but Ourselves



I’ll be honest with you. I’ve had a very difficult time trying to keep from complaining, bitching, moaning and crying about all the things going wrong in this country. If I started a list, it would turn into a primer for depression and suicide. There’s so much fear mongering, pearl clutching and doomsday prophesying being spread around that I feel like I’m fighting to get out of the clutches of a tar baby. The only people who are happy are the puppet masters. It seems like our nation is that locomotive in the third Back to the Future movie, barreling toward inevitable destruction. The conductor looks a lot like George Soros. The guy feeding the engine is a dead ringer for Saul Alinsky. The metaphors are infinite, and I won’t bore you with too many of them. If you’re reading this, you’ve already demonstrated above average intelligence, a desire to learn, and a capacity for critical thinking. Let’s try to tell you something you didn’t know before you jumped into this article.

You are probably part of the 70% of the US population not happy with the direction this country is going. You’re more than likely sick and tired of political correctness, biased journalism, national apathy and a government so corrupt, bloated and dishonest that the truth is nowhere to be found. You might just want to throw your hands up and give up, because you’re increasingly surrounded by entitlement-minded, low information, low energy, narcissistic, gluttonous, mouth breathing idiots. Who seem to be the only ones willing to vote.

Aye, there’s the rub indeed. If the locomotive that is this nation goes off the cliff, don’t blame the mouth breathers. Don’t blame the Hillary zombies. Don’t blame the Liberal press. Don’t blame the Progressive agenda of almost every college and university. Don’t blame Trump. This is who to blame: OURSELVES.

Oh, so you’re going to vote Republican in November? Good for you, but sorry I’m all out of lollipops. Guess what, my friend. There’s a fellow sitting in your pew every Sunday who isn’t going to vote because his guy wasn’t the nominee, because Trump isn’t a salt and light Christian, because he doesn’t understand that his inaction insures an idiot’s vote goes uncontested. There’s a lady who works in your office that can’t vote for Trump because she believes the lies about Trump being misogynistic. There’s an African-American neighbor who has voted for the Democratic ticket election after election because that’s the political party he’s expected to vote, and because he’s been told that not only is Trump a racist (which he is NOT – provide proof if you believe otherwise), but the entire Republican party is as well (again, NOT true). There’s a Hispanic neighbor also who wouldn’t vote for Trump if he were the last man on the planet because he keeps hearing how Trump hates Hispanics. News flash: Trump doesn’t hate Hispanics. What he and you don’t like is to see our country being overrun by illegal aliens, and eventually terrorists. Keyword: ILLEGAL. For this country work properly, we must adhere to the Rule of Law, plain and simple. There’s that Islamic cashier at the store you frequent who refuses to vote for Trump, afraid if he becomes President it will be open season on Muslims. We just want to know who’s coming into our country; we need to know how to keep the bad guys out while allowing the good guys in. There is your own son who has never voted because he’s under the illusion that all politicians are made from the same crooked cookie cutter. There is your own wife who will not vote because she’s convinced the Electoral College runs the show.

You understand how important this election is. The people in your life do not. Don’t just cry in your corn flakes, brother – educate those in your sphere of influence. Read, study, become informed, know the facts, don’t give up as soon as you hear a lame excuse. Be prepared to face incredible opposition, because the other side is determined to win at all costs. Stoke that fire in your belly and ALSO become determined to win at all costs.

The stakes could not be higher. The train is screaming toward annihilation. If YOU cannot get out the vote, if YOU can’t enlighten your friends and neighbors, if YOU don’t convince the fencesitters in your life to throw the switch, our Constitution will be ripped to shreds. If Hillary Clinton is allowed to become President, brace yourself for a great fall. It’s not enough that you vote, fellow American. You have to, for the sake of our nation, do everything you can to wake up those around you. It will be one of the most difficult things you’ve ever done, but we need all the help we can to pull the brake lever.

Every. Vote. Counts.


Pulling Back the Curtain


Can anybody tell me why Michael Brown’s mother was standing on the stage of the Democratic National Convention? If you plan on telling me “because he was a black man shot and killed by a police officer,” save the keyboard time because you’ll expose your shallow ignorance. After this article, if you insist on using that excuse to explain why Michael Brown’s mother was on the stage, please do so. I want to warn you, though, that whoever chose her to stand up on that stage should be fired for incompetence and even political sabotage, because in reality, she was the WORST person they could have chosen. According to a Washington Post article dated February 8, 2016 called “Black and Unarmed: Behind the Numbers“, there were 986 people shot by cops in 2015. The event planner could surely have picked a much better representative from among the other 985 individuals. As a literal matter of fact, once I lay down the truth on you, you may still be shallow, but you’ll definitely be a lot less ignorant.

I have absolutely nothing against Michael Brown’s mother. Poor soul. Her son is dead and now she’s being taken advantage of by those whose only goal is to breed and advance lies and myth. Her son may have been a gentle giant, but the day he was killed he acted more like a predatory, rabid bear. The day he died he was anything but a gentle giant, In her heart she knows this. A mother knows. A mother will also spend the rest of her life trying to beat the ugly truth down. Whoever talked her up on that stage wants nothing more than to help her – and the rest of the world – bury the truth. It’s one thing for a mother, who undeniably and unconditionally loves her children, to remember the good, kind, loving things they do while at the same time forget the bad; it is, however, another thing altogether to have the bald-faced wickedness of a political agent attempting to further their lies and misinformation at the expense of a grieving mother. The buck stops at Hillary Clinton in this instance. Shame, shame, shame on you, Hillary! Michael Brown’s mother is more fit to be President of the United States than you.

We already know the officer who fatally shot Michael Brown was in imminent fear of his life. A grand jury and the US Department of Justice concluded that the shooting was justified. The evidence backed it up. Michael Brown was wanted in the strong arm robbery of a convenience store, and a BOLO had gone out to all the cops. It was only a matter of time before he would be apprehended, especially with him boldly walking down the middle of the street, stolen goods in hand. Michael Brown made a series of very bad decisions, and it cost him his life. But for those bad decisions, he might still be among the living today. Michael Brown was not an innocent, passive victim by any stretch of the imagination. The lies that have sprung up since his death are nothing more than racial and political exploitation. Serious reader, if you are not a shallow, ignorant mouth breather, you’ll begin to understand how miserabley wrong it was to bring Michael Brown’s mother up on that stage.

We already know Michael Brown did not raise his arms to surrender. The entire ‘hands up don’t shoot’ narrative is rooted in a lie. Even the activists who continue to use that phrase as a rally cry are trying to distance themselves from the Michael Brown story. They’ll tell you anything to deflect its tragically flawed origin. It is another sad and morally destructive example of the lengths some will go to distribute a hateful and divisive agenda.

The very fact that Michael Brown’s mother was on the stage of the DNC thoroughly unmasks the fraudulent nature of the Democratic party. That poor woman’s presence was Toto pulling back the curtain of the Great and Powerful Oz, exposing Hillary Clinton and her progressive, liberal cronies who will not stoop too low to win. Of all the great minds that organized the emotional “Mothers of the Movement,” there was not a single critical thinker among them. Democrats would rather cling to their fabricated myth; they would rather profit from the embarrassing image of a mother whose son is being used to elicit an illusion designed to evoke outrage and injustice; they would rather drag her along as a character witness of a national tragedy still unfolding: perpetuating violence against the very agents of law and order who save black lives and who truly believe that black lives matter.

The fact is that the majority of police shootings are completely justified. The numbers are overwhelming. The shooting of Michael Brown was justified. By displaying his wretched mother to the world as one of the “Mothers of the Movement,” the Democratic party is in essence thumbing its corrupt, ugly and destructive nose at the truth for all too see. It is the proverbial pig wearing lipstick, and the lipstick being used is the blood of Michael Brown mixed with the tears of his mom.

Please leave that poor woman alone.


Hillary Clinton is Pro Abortion

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On July 20, 2016, in an article I wrote entitled To My Christian Friends and Fellow Voters, I stated that Hillary Clinton is pro abortion. Some extremely succinct and polite person responded simply “She’s not pro abortion, liar.” Well, as they say these days, I believe I’ll ‘double down’ on my assertion that Hillary is pro abortion, while also agreeing with the comment that Hillary indeed IS a liar. But that subject is for another article. Let’s talk about Hillary Clinton being pro abortion.

I found a section in Hillary Clinton’s official website labeled “Womens Rights and Opportunity,” and one of the bullet points on that page states that she “Proudly stands with Planned Parenthood. Hillary is proud to have earned the endorsement of the Planned Parenthood Action Fund. She will always defend the essential health and reproductive care that Planned Parenthood provides for women.” The Planned Parenthood Action Fund is a Super PAC that “exists to ensure that elected officials support policies and programs that help women and their families make responsible choices about family planning and reproductive health,” on in other words a political lobby organization that tries to keep the Planned Parenthood agenda alive, which includes performing abortions. Hillary PROUDLY stands with Planned Parenthood, is endorsed by an organization whose function is to keep the right to perform abortions legal, and DEFENDS the organization’s right to perform abortions. Based on that information, we can logically assume that Hillary Clinton is not only pro choice, she celebrates the existence of a business that practices abortion. I think that qualifies Hillary Clinton to be pro abortion, don’t you?

Now that this ‘doubling down’ has produced two winning hands, I should take my chips and leave. But we’re not here for fun and games, are we? There’s nothing more serious than the systematic destruction of defenseless human life. I could talk about the ongoing investigation of Planned Parenthood’s practices which includes allegations that the US’s largest abortion provider is profiting from the sale of fetal tissue and that their abortion practitioners alter procedures in order to maximize the harvesting of fetal tissue. In 2015, an anti-abortion organization (led by David Daleiden) called The Center for Medical Progress produced investigative footage revealing how Planned Parenthood profits from fetal tissue ‘donations.’ The videos are extremely graphic and deeply disturbing. Even more disturbing is that a grand jury in Harris County, Texas cleared Planned Parenthood of any wrongdoing, and instead indicted Daledein on felony charges of tampering with governmental records by making and using a fake driver’s license. Still, the videos exist and offer irrefutable evidence of the lengths Planned Parenthood will go to make money from aborted fetuses. Just this issue alone would be enough for a handful of articles exposing the organization, but in the interest of efficiency I’ve provided links above that will illuminate this. Keep in mind that Hillary Clinton PROUDLY stands with Planned Parenthood.

I could also talk statistics. The Washington Post recently wrote a fact-checking article regarding the percentage of services by Planned Parenthood that involves abortions. The newspaper looked into claims by the Susan B Anthony’s List that of Planned Parenthood’s pregnancy services, 94% of the services are abortions. Although true in this context, by the Planned Parenthood’s reckoning abortion services only account for 3% of their total services. Even if we agree wholeheartedly with the Planned Parenthood stats, they still performed 327,653 abortions in ONE YEAR, according to their own report. That is one-third of all the abortions performed in the US. Here is another statistic, dear reader: from 1973 to 2011, there were 53 MILLION legal abortions. Let that number sink into you. I could go so deep into statistics that it would make all of our brains explode. Again, I’ve provided links for you if you chose to have your head explode. Hillary Clinton DEFENDS the right to perform abortion.

But what I truly want to share with you today, the essence of this article, is that I believe that life begins at conception, and that all life is precious. Pro-Choice advocates say that a woman has the right to do anything with her body, to include having an abortion. Rights have responsibilities, do you agree? A woman has the right to refuse to use birth control, but is there any other reason to refuse birth control than to choose to become pregnant? Fine. Choose not to have birth control, ma’am. You have that right. With that right, you consciously bear the responsibility of your actions. If you didn’t want to get pregnant, you should have prevented it with birth control. If you do in fact become pregnant, that means that within your womb a new and unique human being has been created by you and your partner, and you have a moral obligation to protect and preserve that life. This new and unique human being, this life within you, has as much right to live as you do. If you don’t want the responsibility of raising that new and unique human being once he or she is able to exist outside your womb, there are many, many women who will be eager to raise this child as their own.

But what if a woman is raped and becomes pregnant, or discovers that the child growing within has severe birth defects? Aren’t these also new and unique human beings? A woman who is pregnant by rape, or who will give birth to a boy or girl with birth defects has a difficult choice ahead of her. Again, I believe that ALL life is precious. What do you think, reader?

38 states have fetal homicide laws. 23 of those states have fetal homicide laws that apply to the earliest stages of pregnancy. If you are pregnant and someone comes along and punches you on purpose in the stomach hard enough to cause that fetus to die, do you think that person should be tried for murder? What makes abortion any different? This question bears repeating: what makes abortion any different?

Hillary Clinton is pro abortion. She thinks that it’s ok to terminate, to kill, to murder an innocent, helpless human being. Pro choice IS pro abortion.

Hillary Clinton is pro abortion. If she becomes President, she will elect Supreme Court Justices that will advance her beliefs. More new and unique human beings will be slaughtered for years to come. Are you ok with this? Be sure. Lives depend on you.

What Difference Does It Make?


“What difference does it make?”

Those five words, spoken by Hillary Clinton on January 23, 2013 during the Senate Foreign Relations Committee, sum up the indifference and self-serving callousness of this woman, who was responsible for the safety and security of the Americans in Benghazi, Libya on September 11, 2012 (less than two months before the US Presidential election, btw).

What difference does it make, Mrs. Clinton? Let me tell you. It makes a lot of difference for a lot of reasons.

First of all, it makes a difference knowing now that there were almost 600 requests and calls of concern about the lack of security from Embassy staff in the year 2012. A January 26, 2016 Washington Post article stated:

Let’s first stipulate that there is no debate that security was inadequate in Benghazi. Four Americans died. Even the State Department Accountability Review Board report that many Republicans say is a whitewash is unsparing in its portrait of Washington’s indifference to the crumbling security situation. The report said the security posture was “grossly inadequate” to deal with the attacks:

‘The number of Bureau of Diplomatic Security (DS) security staff in Benghazi on the day of the attack and in the months and weeks leading up to it was inadequate, despite repeated requests from Special Mission Benghazi and Embassy Tripoli for additional staffing. Board members found a pervasive realization among personnel who served in Benghazi that the Special Mission was not a high priority for Washington when it came to security-related requests, especially those relating to staffing. The insufficient Special Mission security platform was at variance with the appropriate Overseas Security Policy Board (OSPB) standards with respect to perimeter and interior security. Benghazi was also severely under-resourced with regard to certain needed security equipment, although DS funded and installed in 2012 a number of physical security upgrades.'”

It makes a difference, Mrs. Clinton, that the State Department, under your watch, chose to ignore the repeated calls for help from Americans in an increasingly hostile part of the world.

What difference does it make, Madam Secretary? It makes a difference knowing that you were aware of the events of September 11, 2012 soon enough to render aid to those besieged Americans. A frantic communique from Jeremy Bash, Leon Panetta’s chief of staff, early in the nearly eight hour attack against the US Embassy in Benghazi, proves conclusively that forces were prepared to go in and rescue those Americans. A Fleet Antiterrorism Security Team in Rota, Spain was geared up to go. A EUCOM special operations force staged in southern Europe was ready to go. Mrs. Clinton, military assets were offered and available soon enough to save lives, but the State Department dropped the ball. All it took was an ok, but it never came.

In addition to that, Mrs. Secretary, there was a Predator Drone in the area during the attack. Were you watching the events unfold even as help was just a phone call away? Were you and the Obama reelection machine more concerned about having a crisis on your hands which might have cost you votes? Only President Obama and you know, and you wouldn’t admit it to save your life. A NY Post article on October 21, 2012, said:

“The United States had an unmanned Predator drone over its consulate in Benghazi during the attack that slaughtered four Americans — which should have led to a quicker military response, it was revealed yesterday.

They stood, and they watched, and our people died,” former CIA commander Gary Berntsen told CBS News.

The network reported that the drone and other reconnaissance aircraft observed the final hours of the hours-long siege on Sept. 11 — obtaining information that should have spurred swift action.

But as Ambassador Christopher Stevens and three colleagues were killed by terrorists armed with AK-47s and rocket-propelled grenade launchers, Defense Department officials were too slow to send in the troops, Berntsen said.”

The Defense Department, the White House and the State Department are responsible for the death of four Americans.

What difference does it make, Hillary? It makes one hell of a difference knowing that you flatly lied to the families of the four victims three days after the attack, knowing full well that the September 11th attack was a planned terrorist action, but telling them that their loved ones died because of a stupid YouTube video. A February 9, 2016 Politifact article said, in part:

A clear picture of whether there had been protests in Benghazi didn’t come together until Sept. 15, a day after Clinton met with the families, according to multiple Senate investigation reports.

In its same-day report about the ceremony at Andrews, the New York Times wrote that information available to the White House at the time suggested there were protests in Benghazi spurred by those in Cairo, and Islamic extremists took advantage of the situation and began the attack.

Many people say Clinton knew it was a terrorist attack wholly unconnected from protests on the day of the attacks, Sept. 11, 2012. That day, Ansar al-Sharia, an al-Qaida affiliated group, took responsibility for the attack. Within the next 24 hours, we know Clinton relayed this to Libyan President Mohamed Magariaf and Egyptian Prime Minister Hesham Kandil. She also emailed her daughter, Chelsea, that night, telling her the attack seemed to have been committed by an al-Qaida-like group.”

What difference does it make, Presidential candidate Hillary Clinton? It makes a difference to to the US Ambassador J. Christopher Stevens, the US Foreign Service Information Management Officer Sean Smith, CIA contractors Tyrone S. Woods and Glen Doherty. It makes a difference to their families, every single day for the rest of their lives. It makes a difference to all the Americans who survived the attack. It makes a difference to the Libyan security forces who were also killed on September 11, 2012, and to their families. It makes a difference to the American people, Madam Secretary. It makes a difference because YOU could have made a difference that night but DIDN’T.

What difference does it make? It makes enough of a difference that because of your lies and deceit and inaction and indifference, you will not be allowed to become our President this coming November. You will not become Commander in Chief of our armed forces. You will not be able to live this down. You may have escaped prosecution from our justice system regarding the tragedy in Benghazi, but you have been tried by the American people and found guilty of treason against all that we hold dear. You have betrayed the trust and confidence of us all. You have shown just how selfish and self-serving and incompetent and treacherous and deceitful you really are, and for all these things you will be vilified throughout history. It makes a difference to me, Mrs. Clinton, and it will make a difference on Election Day, November 8, 2016.

To My Christian Friends and Fellow Voters



I’d like to speak to Christians now. Especially those of you who wanted a staunch and solid Christian candidate to win the nomination. I know you don’t want to vote for Donald Trump in the general election. His words sometimes reflects a man who is not washed in the blood of the Lamb. As if any of us are any better, though, right? Still, you may sincerely feel that he does not represent the values and principles of a serious Christian, and therefore you just can’t bring yourself to cast your vote for him. I’d like for you to think about it, though, because the choices made this election are going to hold influence over the lives of your children, your grandchildren, and generations to come.

You don’t need me to tell you that by not voting for Donald Trump you might be letting a vote for Hillary Clinton go unopposed. I’ve heard it said that the reason Barack Obama became President and was reelected stemmed from Christians not voting for the Republican candidate on moral grounds. Perhaps so, perhaps not. You can find arguments on either side of this issue. I’m not here to plant a stake on that. You also don’t need me to tell you what kind of a liar and crook Hillary Clinton is. Former Prosecutor and now Governor of New Jersey Chris Christie laid out a pretty good case against her at the Republican National Convention. Finally, you especially don’t have to hear from me what will happen to the moral fabric of our nation if Hillary Clinton becomes President of the United States. I will say this, though, because it will affect you directly: if elected President, she will oversee the rewriting of the Holy Bible by allowing certain passages to be labeled ‘hate speech’. She will turn her head when ministers across the country are forced, under penalty of prosecution, to submit their sermons to the PC police. She will make it a crime to evangelize and proselytize anywhere in the country. She will have the words ‘Under God’ removed from the Pledge of Allegiance. She will sanction the courts to stifle the Christian voice against abortion. This is just the tip of the iceberg the Christian nation will face under a Hillary Clinton presidency.

What is worse? Donald Trump’s words, or Hillary Clinton’s actions? In Matthew 15:11, Christ said “it is not what goes into the mouth that defiles a person, but what comes out of the mouth; this defiles a person.” In Matthew 7:16, Christ said “You will recognize them by their fruits. Are grapes gathered from thornbushes, or figs from thistles?” If we stand either candidate up against the words of Christ, they will fail miserably. What then? If we are asked to choose between two sinners, must we choose? Why should a Christian vote anyway? I found a very powerful article on the subject, and would like to present it to you to read.

As Christians, we know that all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God. There is no such thing as a perfect candidate. But one of the Presidential candidates is clearly pro-abortion. This is the tipping point for me. I cannot stand by and allow someone who supports the murder of innocent, helpless humans become leader of the free world. I cannot vote for Hillary Clinton, and I cannot let her vote go unopposed. If Christians do not vote against Hillary Clinton, there is an excellent chance she will become President of the United States, and the rate of abortions in this country will go unchecked.

Let me leave you with one more link to explore. It is Post it on your desktop so that you can go there often and watch the abortion clocks tic away the lives of unborn children. This is just one reason why I as a Christian am voting for Donald Trump this November. He is pro-life. Even if it were the only reason, it would be enough for me.

Pray about it. Vote the prompting of the Holy Spirit within you. Listen and obey the guidance of Christ. You cannot go wrong.

The Face of Terror


Here I sit once again in the comfort of my home, reading and watching news reports about yet another terrorist attack. A CNN anchor gives a live interview with a trembling young man – identified as Paul Delane – standing directly in front of a police barricade used to shield the press and public from the gruesome remnants of the night before. This man had been interviewed the night before on the phone, and had given an emotional account of being in a packed crowd that suddenly turned into a sea of screaming people running away from something that he couldn’t see. His trembling voice cracked as he said he began to run with the frighted throng, not knowing what caused this, but picking up on the panic of those around him. As far as witnesses go, he offered very little information regarding the actual terror attack, but as I listened last night, it was clear by his voice that he had been traumatized, his life forever altered by those moments of sheer fright, not knowing what, if any, impending doom was upon them all. Then this morning I watch as a reporter tried to bring the man back to those moments, asking him to recount how he felt as it unfolded.

Mr. Delane: “All of a sudden, we heard screaming, we saw hordes of, thousands of, seemed like thousands of people running towards us, and if you didn’t run with them you’d just be trampled yourself, so we ran along, not knowing anything, not knowing even what was going on, just trying to escape but at the same time thinking ‘well, maybe I shouldn’t be running, I should be looking for a place to hide’, because we couldn’t hear any bullet shots, the music was so loud, that there was just literally screaming and running that we saw, so it was mass confusion, and we both felt very afraid for our lives.”

CNN Reporter: “You said that you and your partner, John Pierre, stopped, and you listened to the music. Do you think that stopping and listening to the music, and staying there that moment saved your life?”

Mr. Delane (pausing for a moment, his face revealing the emotional reality of that decision): “Yes… yes, because I had just, I said to him after, um, imagine if, um, normally I don’t like crowds, I don’t like being in the middle of all that kind of, uh, folly, but I decided that, well, it was so festive that I felt reasonably safe, so we did stop and listen for awhile, but I said to him afterwards, imagine if I had just wanted to leave and just go immediately home, we could have been crossing the street, and could have been one of the victims… and I would also like to say I’m sorry to France. I love you, and I wish you courage for the future, and for all the families that were affected, and God bless you…”

Dear reader, this is the face of terror. This is what our enemy wants. In addition to the many lives snuffed out, the many injured, there were thousands of survivors who did not know what was going on, but knew Something horrible was unfolding, who were either rooted with fear and trampled, or who joined the stampeding crowd, trying to escape an unknown fate. Are you going to think about the possibility of terrorism from now on every time you find yourself in a crowd? It might very well sit there just under the surface, this wariness, this unease, this anxiety. It may fester in your mind, causing you to scrutinize everyone you see, making you take notice of exits, dragging you kicking and screaming out of your comfort zone, affecting your very existence. We are on the front line of a war, you and I. We can’t go to the grocery store, can’t take our children to school, can’t attend a football game or concert, can’t enjoy the small pleasures of life without worrying if the next terror attack will soon be upon us. We have to adopt a soldier’s mentality, scan our immediate environment, assess the threat level each second, always on the ready to react to whatever malevolence may befall us. Make no mistake: we are at war, and if you are to survive, you must become a warrior.

Our enemy is shrewd. He might look like us, may come across as the average everyday Joe. But his mind is filled with hatred, fueled by an ideology of barbaric, religious evil that has convinced him that he must kill and become a martyr to his twisted god. We can’t look into his heart. There are no neon signs pointing him out as a murderous Islamic terrorist. He is free to move among us, pretending to be our friend, waiting patiently for the exact moment we let our guard down. And we will, I assure you, because we are predictable creatures. We allow ourselves to get caught up in the flow of life, moved along by a fickle media that feeds on the drama of the moment. Last night’s terror attack in Nice, France will be nothing more than a discussion point in the weeks to come, a sound bite, a flash in the news pan. Tomorrow the pundits will be talking about whatever floats to the surface, whatever gets them the best ratings, whatever succeeds in dragging us along by the nose. Our present anger will be tamped down yet again, or worse, redirected to some other seeming injustice elsewhere. And we will let it.

We are at war, fellow citizen of the world. But here is the most heartbreaking point: our enemy isn’t just Islamic Jihadist terrorists. Our enemy is each other. We are in a war of moral attrition, and we are losing badly. Not only are there monsters in our midst, we are the monsters as well. Not only is there an army of kafir-hating Muslim extremists out to get us, we are busy holding onto labels that break us down into colors, political partys, religions, genders, sexual orientations and nationalities, to name a few, and we use out prejudice to pull us apart. Divide and conquor. It’s the best way to defeat an enemy, and damned if we’re not helping our enemies out.

Here’s part of the problem: if you’re not one of the people directly affected by terrorism, you’re probably going to act concerned for a day, maybe two, but then the tide of daily existence will drag you under into your usual mediocrity. Most of us really don’t care about what happens as long as it doesn’t affect us directly. Our society has become pathetic hedonists, floating along in our own dreams, asleep and immune to the horror of hatred until it reaches our tiny worlds. We may clutch our pearls for a second, raise our eyebrows and make some politically correct gestures to make others think we really care, but then go back to our spreadsheets, our soap operas, our YouTube videos, our drug of choice, while secretly hoping we aren’t distracted again by the suffering of others. We will have no one to blame but ourselves when someone filled with hate invades our sterile little world and turns us into the face of terror.

If you don’t decide to fight, and fight right NOW, you’re doomed to be a casualty. Sit there in the comfort of your home. Eventually the fight will come to you. Tell me, citizen: are you finally going to wake up and fight, or go back to sleep and wait until the face of terror is yours?

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Revolution Against Tyranny Part One: Warriors of the First Degree Chapter Eight


The Metro station was just a couple of miles away. I had wanted to stay and watch more of the opening ceremony but I had never been on the Metro transit system before and didn’t have a clue how long it would take or how close it would get me to the National Mall. I hadn’t driven the streets of DC in a quarter century, and really all I remembered was that it seemed the city’s avenues had to have been laid out by a drunken sailor. If you look at a map of Washington DC one of the first things that catches your eye is that the streets resemble the spokes of a wagon wheel. Try to drive through the city and you’ll discover how to curse in fourteen different languages. My only advantage was that I was going in on foot, which meant I could cut through courtyards if need be. How naive! Next time I’m taking a GPS, a map, a compass, a ball of string and bread crumbs.

The closest parking spot to the Metro Station was a half mile away (I kid you not). By the time I reached the station on foot I remembered the limitations of my congestive heart failure. The temperature at 10 A.M. had to be in the upper 80s already, and between toting the Jack bag with my electronics and water in it and the 100 pounds I had picked up since my heart attack, I was in the mood for love (loving me a hot shower and nap). A courteous Metro worker helped me get my ticket and told me how to use it, and I was off to the races. Before long I was in the bowels of a train car staring at all the sleepy, indifferent zombies around me. This mood was as different from the biker assembly as a funeral to a wedding (although some have tried to draw parallels), but the atoms in my body still vibrated to the throaty rumble of thousands upon thousands of motorcycles and despite my early fatigue I was completely jazzed to witness the blood-pumping thrill of all those machines and their riders rumbling through the Mall.


One transfer and a half hour later I stepped out of the Metro cave and into the food court of the Ronald Reagan Building and International Trade Center. Had I been there as a tourist my awe would have started there: the surrounding buildings were easily two hundred feet tall and seemed to be crafted entirely out of marble. Doric columns larger than California sequoias followed the stupendously huge building as it formed a half circle. I looked down to see if the pavement was made of gold, for surely I had died and gone to heaven. What a fitting building for my favorite President.


Being typically ill-prepared, I stared down at the only map I had of the area: the Metro station brochure. I determined which direction north was, prayed I was right and walked until I came to 14th Street. Good. My old cab driver senses and even older memory kicked in. To the right was Pershing Park and to the left was the National Mall. I fell in step with the well-dressed pedestrians carrying their briefcases and was soon at Constitution Avenue. I looked ahead and saw the Washington Monument surrounded in scaffolding. Even from this distance the monolith seemed enormous. I waited for the signal to cross (although I felt I could cross any street at any time and get away with it once – after all, I am Jay) and once on the edge of the Mall found a bench under a shady elm tree and parked my butt on it. Today was going to be a scorcher, and I scolded myself for not bringing more water.


The now familiar sound of a Harley-Davidson rose to my ears and I looked to see a lone wolf on a beautiful Electra Glide rumbling down Constitution toward the distant Vietnam Veteran’s Memorial. There had been talk among the riders in Fort Washington of a rally point in the Mall, but by the time I left there had not heard where it was. The Vietnam Veteran’s Memorial was as good enough place as any to start, so I gathered my belongings to trudge west.

“Well, we meet again!” Mark walked up to me and shook my hand. He had been at the Harley-Davidson Dealership earlier that morning taking photos with a nice-looking Canon, and we had exchanged a few brief words around that stunning red Harley painted in tribute to the fallen firefighters of 9/11. He wore a white button up shirt, tan shorts and matching baseball cap (I would curse myself later for having on long blue jeans). His face was a little red from the sun and he seemed a bit frazzled around the edges. He explained that he had found room in a parking deck a few blocks away and had so far walked from the far side of the Washington Monument past the World War Two Memorial and over to the Vietnam Veteran’s Memorial looking for someone who knew where the rally point was. He said a truly crusty biker at the Vietnam Vet Memorial told him it would be somewhere between here and the Capital Building about a mile and a half further up Constitution Avenue. As we talked a few more bikers went by in a small group, but by the time I got my tablet out, turned it on and got ready they were long gone. I decided to keep the tablet in my hand from then on. We decided to walk toward the Capital together, but I warned him that I was out of shape, restricted by my congestive heart failure (and beta blocker – don’t think I mentioned that it kept my heart beating slow) and generally fat. Mark was ok with that (I hoped he wouldn’t soon regret it) and we were on our way.


The sun blazed down upon us. My inner thermometer told me it was easily a zillion degrees, and after just a couple of blocks I started sipping on my water. I’m not sure if I offered any to Mark and if I didn’t I was a selfish, insensitive prick. He told me he had been in the first Gulf War, and we swapped desert stories. From time to time one, two or more bikers roared past us going in either direction, and we took pictures and short film clips of them. I kept one eye out for anyone dressed in traditional Muslim garb and saw none. We did witness a line of four men wearing tattered robes walking across the street while dragging life-sized wooden crosses. I had heard that among the many protests and rallies that day there was supposed to be a large group of Christians gathered to either counter the Muslims or pray for peace or protest Benghazi or any of the other eight dozen things the government had screwed up. It was now 11 A.M. as we marched to the Capital. The bikers were to be here in an hour, and I wanted to be in a good spot to witness it. I was glad Mark was with me. It was good to chat with a former veteran, especially on such a somber, historic day.

To be Continued…

First and Last Two Photos Courtesy of Allin Gray

Bad Dog


In 1925 the Geneva Protocol enacted a resolution regarding the use of chemical weapons among participating countries. It did not, however, prohibit the development and stockpiling of chemical weapons, and even allowed member countries to keep them in the event a non-participating country used chemical weapons against them. The UN has since instituted and modified resolutions that further prohibited their use, but as we all know, the UN is a dog without teeth. This renders the UN irrelevant. If we are to have a global entity designed to oversee and vote on human rights violations, we ought to first do away with the ‘one nation veto’ that can prevent action by the rest of the world community, and also create an actual police force consisting of all countries with the authority to actually act on matters of great danger to civilians. Yes, I hear the Libertarians voicing their opposition to this, but it is a known fact that there is evil in the world (evil being defined as tyranny, repression and genocide by corrupt leaders and governments against their own people or against the sovereignty of another nation), and it should not fall upon the shoulders of any one country-state to act as the world’s police. So we need to take the old toothless dog out back and put it out of its misery, then get another dog – a trained one – with big, sharp teeth and claws.

Sadly, that does not undo the atrocities already committed by many dictators and governments. Italy gassed Ethiopians in 1935; the Nazis used poison to kill millions of Jews in World War II; the Japanese used blister agents against the Chinese in the late 1930s; Yemen used gas against its own people in the 60s; the US used Agent Orange in Vietnam; Iraq used chemical weapons against Iran and Kurds in the 1980s; terrorists in Japan used sarin gas in Japan in 1994, to name just a few examples. Had there been decisive and swift action against the perpetrators, perhaps many more lives could have been saved. Case in point: when it was confirmed that Iraq was using chemical weapons against the Kurds and Iran, the global community should have found out where they were stockpiled and then gone in forcefully and removed them. Instead it is believed that Iraq’s chemical weapons cache were spirited away to Syria while world leaders sat around and debated the issue. Now look at the mess we’re in.

We have supposedly known about Syria’s stockpile of chemical weapons for at least two years (I believe for much longer). Why, oh why was nothing done then? Is it because most of the world powers have their own multi-tonne stash of the same thing and don’t want to be labeled hypocrites? Now chemical weapons have been used against Syrian civilians, killing over one thousand people, including over four hundred children, and one month later governments are postulating, speculating, threatening, debating and wringing their collective hands over it. Don’t you suppose whoever perpetrated the atrocity has long since moved their chemical weapons to undisclosed locations (probably in the heart of civilian neighborhoods)? According to the US Secretary of State, we knew where the stockpile was before the attack. Do you think that maybe a few hundred Marines and a robust biohazard team could have made a surgical strike to procure, remove or destroy the chemical weapons? Do you suppose, if the intelligence community knows where they are right now, it might behoove someone to take them away from the perpetrators? If you see a child with a loaded gun in her hands, wouldn’t you break land speed records getting to the child and taking it away?

This current political posturing by the US Executive branch is a straight up farce. It is doomed to fail, and will create an angry hornet nest in the Middle East. Critics say the US is doing this deliberately in the hopes that Iran will come to Syria’s aid, and then give the US justification to go to war with them. I want to believe the US President’s rhetoric and bluster is due to pure ignorance and stupidity, but there’s a little nagging suspicion we are seeing the opening notes of a well orchestrated plan to plunge the world into another global war, in the name of power and greed. I hope I’m wrong.

The world really should have raised a well-disciplined yet ferocious dog to deal with evil when it comes to such things as using chemical weapons against civilians. What we have instead is a rabid, schizophrenic, out of control mutt. God help us all.