B.S. Socialism

 

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Like a tarnished old timepiece recently unearthed from a 1960’s underground time capsule that has suffered considerable rot, Bernie Sanders has emerged from the tainted topsoil of polluted politics to wage an impressive, impeccably timed run for the presidency.

Slightly too old to be a baby boomer with his mop of snowy white hair that sticks up in the air like a piece of pulled nursing home cotton, Bernie knows full well that his gray haired baby boomer Marxist professor buddy’s are getting ready to retire, their job of indoctrinating and dumbing down our children, well done. It is the perfect time in America for a communist to brag about the benefits of big government to a captive unemployed student audience who are fearful of a depressed job market and their inability to pay off their student loans. If students were taught Shakespeare rather than Karl Marx, they would know that “every braggart shall be found an ass”….and that ass in 2016 is the face, I mean seat, of the donkey Democrat party.

Blunt Bernie has been resurrected at the right time. He has the old classic look of rumpled rebelliousness that is so chic, so nouveau, so Time magazine cover ready, so much easier to digest and trust than Jane Fonda’s Botoxed smooth forehead, John Kerry’s reconstructed horizontal chin, Susan Sarandon’s hoisted breasts, or Hillary Clinton’s lying lips.

Our pal Bernie, the socialist Mister Rogers of Baby Boomer descendent’s is the real deal, the dedicated Vermont communist who has kept his state in the dark ages economically for years, coming in 42nd among the best states in which to do business. Vermont, the least religious state in the United States, puts the Bible’s tax collector Zacchaeus to shame with the highest taxation in the nation based on the percentage of per capita income. In Zacchaeus’ day, he saw the light, gave away half of his possessions to the poor and if he cheated anyone, promised to pay back four times the amount. Maybe the irreligious residents of Vermont should read the Bible, they might learn something that would benefit them.

What our enthralled, starry eyed youth do not seem to know is that Grandfather Bernie is just another boring radical with a very typical hippie past who sympathized with Fidel Castro and the Nicaraguan government, but who never came close to becoming an iconic figurehead like guerrilla leader Che Guevara who aided Castro in overturning the Cuban government. Plus, “Che” is so glamorously dead, a cool martyr, and Bernie is very much alive with a face that looks terribly unhip on an extra large t-shirt.

The other uncool thing about Bernie is his good soldier wife, plain Jane. It used to be that wives were not fair game in the political ring, but when they are a paid employee or a candidates campaign manager then all bets are off. So let’s take a peek at plain Jane.

On the day after Bernie married Jane, his third wife, on May 29th, 1988, Bernie and Jane, the former Jane O’Meara, shared their honeymoon, with a 12-person delegation from Burlington, Vermont, when they visited Yaroslavl, Russia, located 160 miles west of Moscow, a town that then Mayor Bernie had launched a sister program with. It was a sizzling 90 degrees. Now, I don’t want to throw any young progressive males who are reading this into a cold shower of words, but honeymooning with a dozen comrades in the sizzling Russian heat is not cool. Even Vladimir Lenin’s ideological “friend, comrade, and sister” and young wife, Nadezhda Krupskaya, describes her elusive private honeymoon in exile as very eventful. Communists may be a lot of weird things, but they are certainly smart enough to know that a happy wife is a happy life.

While lamenting Bernie’s lack of romance, disgruntled women need to know that Bernie’s honeymoon excursion was free, paid for by the taxpayer, a puckish political move that most men in their right minds would never attempt, even dictators-in-waiting.

Plain Jane then became college president of Burlington College in 2004. Seven years later in an open letter to the College Trustees, a former faculty member described the Sanders atmosphere in harsh terms: Staff, faculty and students “have been reduced to silence and fear of retribution by what can only be described as a pattern of intimidation, spying, and targeting of critical voices,” she wrote. The teacher further described a closed and hostile environment, claiming that Sanders frequently yelled at her staff and managed to eliminate anyone who voiced criticism, and that “many concerned voices were forced out by continual abuse and by eventually being offered humiliating and unfair contracts in which they were demoted below people who were, in many cases, less qualified for their positions.”

Seven years later in an open letter to the College Trustees, a former faculty member described the Sanders atmosphere in harsh terms: Staff, faculty and students “have been reduced to silence and fear of retribution by what can only be described as a pattern of intimidation, spying, and targeting of critical voices,” she wrote. The teacher further described a closed and hostile environment, claiming that Sanders frequently yelled at her staff and managed to eliminate anyone who voiced criticism, and that “many concerned voices were forced out by continual abuse and by eventually being offered humiliating and unfair contracts in which they were demoted below people who were, in many cases, less qualified for their positions.”

So much for free speech when you have a communist plain Jane running your school. Soon thereafter, Jane Sanders was forced to resign her post after reaching a settlement with the Board of Trustees. Since that time, not so plain Jane has been embroiled in accusations of using campaign funds to fund her own plainness. Critics have questioned Sanders and her kids’ paid volunteer work for Bernie Sanders’ campaigns over the years, which a blogger for the Hill recently called “not illegal but certainly smacks of nepotism.” Her LinkedIn profile shows she spent years serving as “press secretary, chief of staff or policy analyst as needed” while Bernie Sanders was in the House of Representatives.

It does leave one to wonder whether Vermonter Jane has been milking her constituents in order to purchase her plain Jane, concert-like Woodstock wardrobe. At least Americans will not have to shop designer stores to copy her look if she were to become First Lady. The Salvation Army chain will do just fine.

I for one am tired of looking at and listening to a Marxist, Green Giant First Lady who for seven years has starved our children with gross, inadequate school lunches and insists that Americans eat sprouts and organic weeds that even the most discerning rabbit would not eat, while hoarding and eating pork chops and mashed potatoes behind the scenes? Bulges do not lie. Do we really want to subject ourselves to another Marxist First Lady? My delicate conservative stomach cannot take any further abuse.

Come on youth. You have more class than Bernie Sanders. The Birkenstocks and Woodstock apparel get old really fast, especially when you are forced to wear hippie hand-me-downs because the president of the United States is a communist who intends to tax you out of house and home, along with your parents. It would also be good to keep in mind that Vermont’s favorite Ben and Jerry’s Ice Cream, now owned by a huge foreign corporate conglomerate, may someday come out with a trendy new global flavor such as, “Liking Licking Lenin” which could lead to future health problems and a dismal end to America.

Bernie Sanders, B.S. socialism, so yesterday.
Don’t hide away from your troubles or they will be here to stay…

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Scalia’s Death A Slave To Desperate Men, But Not To God

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The late Justice Antonin Scalia, nominated by President Ronald Reagan in 1986, sat on the U.S. Supreme Court for almost thirty years. For those of us who do not discuss legal dissents or opinions over dinner, Scalia’s biggest legacy is his deep faith and devotion to his Catholic religion, a family man whose views were shaped around moral ethics, a man aware that a higher, Godly ‘Supreme Court’ would one day judge him.

Although his faith was a powerful driving factor in his life, Scalia, insisted that it was not the job or the place of a Catholic judge to reach ‘Catholic’ outcomes in cases, according to Richard Garnett, a professor of law at the University of Notre Dame. To Scalia, the responsibility for making sure our laws and policies are fair, just, and moral, lies with ‘we the people’ and the representatives we elect, and according to our system, judges should limit themselves to identifying and interpreting the laws that are given; they should not re-shape those laws, even to make them better.

Taking a quick break from his golf, fund raising holiday at Rancho Mirage, a far too casual, tieless, Obama spoke to the television audience on the passing of Scalia; his glazed eyes focused on the written message in front of him, his voice monotone and lifeless, a robotic response that lacked heartfelt, sincere emotion, a canned political speech that ended with a promise to fulfill his “constitutional responsibilities” and nominate a successor in due time, claiming that his responsibilities “are about our democracy.”

In a time when all our founding principles are under assault due to Obama’s Marxist leadership, perhaps someone needs to whisper into Barack’s over-sized ear that the Constitution Scalia so correctly protected and defended, calls for limited enumerated power, divided and checked across several branches and levels, and that the United States of America is not a democracy but a constitutional republic that was designed to protect American citizens from tyrannical leaders like himself!

Most disturbing about Scalia’s death is the media’s denial of wrongdoing! Why are reporters not performing their journalistic duty by asking questions and digging deeper into the suspicious circumstances surrounding Scalia’s death? Are talking points about Scalia’s successor more important than exposing a KGB-like run government that plots and uses the CIA and FBI like they are their very own concierge assassins who stand ready to murder authors, doctors, land owners, jurists and anyone else who gets in their way?

On Friday, February 12th, Justice Scalia went on a quail hunting trip with a group of about 35 to 40 people while staying at the Cibolo Creek Ranch, a luxury resort near Marfa,Texas, about 30 miles from civilization. He was staying at the invitation and expense of owner and Democrat campaign donor John Poindexter, a Houston manufacturing magnate who holds an annual free hunting excursion for “high profile” individuals, powerful elites whose names have not yet been divulged. It was the Justice’s first visit to the resort.

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After a night of food and drink, Scalia retired to his room at 9pm, some reporting he did not feel well, some saying he was just tired and wanted to get up early the next morning to hunt. When Scalia did not appear first thing in the morning, the hunting party went on without him. At 11am, Poindexter, a recipient of a military award from Obama in 2009, found Scalia, cold and without a pulse, with a pillow over his head, his pajamas unwrinkled. Poindexter has since changed his story and describes the pillow as wedged between Scalia’s head and the headboard, a story recently reported in Obama’s favorite suck-up newspaper, the Los Angeles Times.

When the lifeless body was discovered, Poindexter coordinated to have Justice Scalia declared dead via a phone conversation with Justice of the Peace Precinct 2 Juanita Bishop, who was busy at the time and who then called Justice of the Peace Precinct 1 David Beebe to handle the vague call about a body at the ranch, no name mentioned. Both Justice’s of the Peace were out of town, so at 1:52 pm, Presidio County Sheriff Danny Dominguez showed up at the ranch. The Sheriff then called County Judge Cinderela Guevara who was shopping in the nearby town of Alpine. After she was informed that both Justices of the Peace were out of town, Cinderela pronounced Scalia dead, over the phone, and planned to drive to the ranch. Cinderela, however, was turned back when a U.S Marshal told her it wasn’t necessary for her to be there and they only needed to know if Scalia needed an autopsy.

Scalia’s doctor then called Cinderela around 8pm that night and told her 79 year old Scalia had some chronic ailments and a shoulder injury, so Cinderela felt comfortable not requesting an autopsy. At that point, Cinderela told the press that Scalia had died of a heart attack, a claim that hours later she changed when telling the press he died of natural causes. This is not the first time Ms. Cinderela has been the source of controversy. In 2013 Melaney Parker Rayburn was found dead after being hit by a train in Marfa, Texas. Cinderela who was a Justice of the Peace at the time did not order a rape kit or an autopsy, even though a Union Pacific representative told her that it appeared her body had been placed on the tracks while she was unconscious.

Then came another conflicting report when an eyewitness reporter from the San Antonio Express-news watched as a hearse with the logo “ Alpine Memorial Funeral Home” left the ranch at about 5pm, although the Washington Post later reported that a hearse arrived in the wee hours of the morning, about 2:30 am, at the Sunset Funeral Home in El Paso, a funeral home only a 31/2 hour drive from the ranch. If that was the case, what or who was in the first hearse?

To cover those crooked tracks, the Los Angeles Times (remember, Obama and Jarrett were in California at the time) reported that the first hearse was a decoy to distract the news media, (a single reporter) and “around midnight a van arrived to spirit the body away.”

William O. Ritchie, former head of criminal investigations for D.C. police, wrote that he was stunned that no autopsy was ordered for Justice Scalia. “How can the U.S. Marshal say, without a thorough post mortem, that he was not injected with an illegal substance that would simulate a heart attack,” asked Ritchie. “Did the U.S. Marshal check for petechial hemorrhage in his eyes or under his lips that would have suggested suffocation? Did the U.S. Marshal smell his breath for any unusual odor that might suggest poisoning? My gut tells me there is something fishy going on in Texas.”

Former U.S. Army Intelligence officer Ray Starmann said it best when illustrating the “fishiness” of Scalia’s death. Finding Scalia with a pillow over his head may have been a message of warning to anyone who gets in Obama’s way, a warning likened to the scene in the Godfather when “luca Brasi” sleeps with the fishes.”

Justice Scalia’s death throws into even greater uncertainty several controversial cases that were slated to be argued before the Court this term, among them a suit brought by a group of Catholic nuns, the Little Sisters Of The Poor, who are suing the Obama Administration over its religious exemption to the contraception mandate in the Affordable Care Act, arguing that providing insurance coverage for contraception infringes on their religious liberty. The stakes are large for an administration trying to fundamentally change America and used to strong-arming its way to favorable outcomes.

In his famous poem, ‘Death Be Not Proud’ my ancestor John Donne explains that Death is a slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men, but if the after life is eternal, then upon the moment a person dies, it is Death that dies and that person will never again be subject to Death.

May Justice Scalia rest in eternal peace with God… and every American patriot rest with a loaded gun by their side.

Roger Goodell’s Beyonce Bowl 2016

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There was a time in National Football League (NFL) history when the Super Bowl halftimes consisted of patriotic displays of marching bands that formed shapes of classic Americana such as an American Eagle in flight or the Liberty Bell complete with its crack. They were entertaining shows free of commercialization and political bloat, with stars like Broadway’s Carol Channing who belted out “When the Saints Go Marching In,” or orange juice star Anita Bryant singing “The Battle Hymn of the Republic.” It was when Mickey Mouse might take center stage, surrounded by an explosion of floats, balloons, Disney characters and wholesome-looking dancers. It was quality family entertainment.

The 2016 Super Bowl halftime show in contrast was a cultural shock, an unwelcome party crasher that infiltrated many American screens with its tawdry political filth. It was the 50th Super Bowl, an event that happened to coincide with the 50th Anniversary of the formation of the Black Panthers, an anti-white group known for its oppression of women and violent involvement in cop killings. Conveniently, this Super Bowl halftime provided White House insider power couple Beyonce and her husband Jay-Z, huge supporters and funders of the Black Lives Matter movement, the perfect venue in which to tout their radical racist message to a global audience. In a bold display of anti-American Black Power solidarity, 34-year-old, wealthy, privileged Beyonce belted out a toned down version of her new politically charged anthem, “Formation,” singing her message of “Bama Blackness” to an audience who for the most part would rather focus on their Buffalo wings than her socialist garbage.

It was quite the show for our families to watch, especially when Beyonce herded her beret topped, boot stomping, Christmas Story-like black netted lamp legged Panther cattle into a huge X formation in tribute to 1960’s Muslim black rights leader, Malcolm X, and then boldly led the chubby lingerie netted legs into a mob formation where their outstretched arms, topped with clenched fists, reached up into the air in a celebrated act of black power….or were they just trying to turn the lights on?

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Holy Christmas. In a fit of “battle of the lamp” nostalgia, all I wanted to do was grab a large dust mop and take a big swing at all those huge plastic looking netted legs and watch them come crashing down on the football field in a shattered heap, knowing I would never be asked to glue those legs back together again, not in our house.

It must be difficult for NFL Commissioner Roger Goodell to make good decisions when commanding a salary of $45 million from 32 over-inflated NFL owners who pay him an exorbitant salary to be their bondage-like guy who must serve two masters; perception and reality. Submissive Roger says he works for the NFL shield, the logo he says represents “the owners, coaches, players, millions of fans…the number of people who think about football.”

Any adult guy who admits to his fawning adoration of a football shield must know the time has come for us to inspect his rather old deflated leather balls in order to whip him back into the reality of what football is all about and who his NFL fan base is. Roger needs a wake-up call and must be reminded that his NFL corporation bleeds its American fans of billions of dollars in taxes that local governments pass on to the NFL in the form of stadium subsidies and tax breaks. Fans are paying Roger’s salary and therefore indirectly supporting his Beyonce Bowl subterfuge, a fact that does not sit well with the millions of Americans who for the last seven years have suffered great mental abuse from living under the leadership of a First and Second Lady who at every turn are promoting anti-American rhetoric and one sided displays of Marxist radicalism.

Reality check number one; while eating his morning ration of politically correct ‘Breakfast for Transgenders’ Wheaties, Roger should spend some introspective time contemplating the fact that football is a participatory sport, popular with our youth. For example, the Pop Warner Little Scholars, Inc is a non-profit organization that provides football, cheer and dance programs for 325,000 young people from ages 5 to 16 years old. Their mission? To enable young people to benefit from team sports and teach them fundamental values, skills and knowledge they will use throughout their lives, with particular emphasis on academic success.

This Pop Warner group is just one of many youth groups who tuned into Super Bowl 2016 to watch their sports idols play ball, but instead of viewing values, were treated to  jaded views of star Panther quarterback Cam Newton refusing to put his hand over his heart during the National anthem, and watched while a barely dressed pop star danced the Black Panther polka. Surely this outrageous performance must have tugged at the heartstrings of our vulnerable youth, leaving them with insecure feelings of an America that has lost control of its culture and values!

Then to top off the racist drama of the Beyonce Bowl-O-BAMA, unpatriotic, privileged Cam Newton lost the game and in a fit of a sore loser runt-like rage, showed up at the press conference afterwards with his face barely visible through his ghetto-like black hoodie, ready to mouth staccato answers to questions, like a petulant wood pecker pecking out a deeper hole for himself.

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But should we have expected more? After all, Cam is a product of the BAMA black that Beyonce’s Formation single and video is all about!

Last week, before the belligerent Beyonce Bowl even took place, Roger Goodell spoke with the media during his annual State of the League press conference and was asked whether he thought kids should play football in light of heightened concerns about concussions, an especially poignant question given that degenerative brain disease known as CTE has been discovered in 90 out of 94 posthumously donated brains from players.

Goodell answered the pointed question this way; “there’s no more risk in playing football than performing everyday tasks like sitting on the couch,” and then went on to say, “If I had a son, I’d love to have him play the game of football. I’d love him to play the game of football because of the values you get.”

Is that the same imaginary son that Obama keeps alluding to? The sons that both men conveniently do not have, the sons who will never actually play on a football field or be sent off to war?

Until Roger Goodell resigns or is fired, it will be best for fans to tune into future Super Bowls for just the first few minutes to catch a glimpse of our brave troops standing at attention in Afghanistan or somewhere else in the world, to hear a powerful rendition of our National Anthem, and to watch the impressive Air Force flyover formation.

Now that is a formation worth watching.

UPDATE

As if the NFL does not soak their fans enough from  taxes and tickets, they have now blocked this and all videos of Lady Gaga singing the National Anthem. Par for the course.

Perhaps watching Cam Newton refusing to put his hand over his heart reveals too much about the NFL!