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No One to Blame but Ourselves

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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.

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Pulling Back the Curtain

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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.