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September 14, 2015

November 29, 2017

Stanton Friedman, the famed UFO researcher based in Fredericton, has died. Friedman was returning from a speaking engagement in Columbus, Ohio, when he died suddenly at the Toronto Pearson Airport on Monday night, according to his family. He was 84. A nuclear physicist by training, Friedman had devoted his life to researching and investigating UFOs since the late 1960s. He was credited with bringing the 1947 Roswell Incident — the famous incident that gave rise to theories about UFOs and a U.S. military coverup — back into the mainstream conversation. [CBC]

There is simply no need for explication. Enjoy.

In the blink of an eye. It’s 427 days until the Democratic National Convention in Milwaukee, 469 days until the Republican National Convention in Charlotte (can you say pro forma?) and 539 days until November 3, 2020, and President Donald Trump’s colossal, immane, mind-blowingly staggering, Brobdingnagian and historic landslide victory. I say that with caution and trepidation and am a tad chary as to waxing vatic and pythonic, especially when I know how horribly treacherous this current iteration of Dems is and how they’ve at this point no path or direction or platform to speak of . . . cogently. Yet despite his superiority as to message and focus, there’s not a Dem in sight with a clue as to what needs to be done. But, I pray, in no wise should you let that dampen your perfervid dedication to ensuring Round II. I wouldn’t put anything past these bastards nor should you.

And there’s one thing that must be done. First. And that’s the wall and border security. No issue comes close to it. I don’t care about Venezuela, Iran, Syria, FISA, HRC, nothing! UNTIL the issue of sovereignty is addressed. Sovereignty. James Monroe spake thusly: “It is only when the people become ignorant and corrupt, when they degenerate into a populace, that they are incapable of exercising their sovereignty.” This is an existential concern whose cruciality is without peer. It was the subject of the resounding political war chants and celebratory exclamations of countless crowds that punctuated Trump’s gatherings. It’s PRIORITY NUMBER ONE and yet as we speak, we can’t clearly and cogently point to exactly and precisely what’s been done and is being done to stanch this border bleeding. Hemorrhaging versus mere extravasation.
 
Psephology is the examination and statistical analysis of elections. Let me repeat: ELECTIONS. And elections involve the heartless, brutal and laser science of matching human behavior with polling protocol and the mighty lever or stylus or shadowed circle. Voting matters. Not Fox News or MSLSD or TV news’s answer to the pilonidal cyst, CNN. People react via the vote. They focus on fear and hope and concerns and dreams and care nothing about some shill’s scripted corporatespeak. The American voter doesn’t own a pussy hat or even know what one is. They don’t buy in to HRC hagiographies or the apotheosis of Barry Obama et ux., the Oprah wannabe Michelle, who recently “penned” a book of such profound intellectual incontinence it warranted spiritual Depend(s). American voters are simple, basic and at their core good. They respond to that which makes eminent sense. And nothing makes more sense than border security.
 
In the pantheon of colossal greats. Look, I’ve never been more supportive of any President in my conscious adult life than Mr. Trump. It goes without saying, he ain’t poyfect but he’s the best there is. Just the disruption he’s caused to Deep State corporate sockpuppet blathering news vagrants and skells is worth the price of admission. He’s redefined the art of campaigning and speaks with a candor that’s nonpareil. On his worst day (if that’s possible) this billionaire can connect with every facet and aspect of our collective electorate humanity with a wit and candor that Joe Biden on his best day (if that’s ever been seen) could even dream of approximating. And while that’s an attribute to be sure, he must take that talent and direct it accordingly to the masses, highlighting and spearheading issues that grab at the gut, the heart and the soul. And border security is it.

Let no one dare utter its name. CHILD TRAFFICKING. HUMAN TRAFFICKING. SLAVERY. This is happening before our very eyes as we speak with a ferocity and frequency that are unimaginable. McLuhan said that only the small secrets need to be protected. The big ones are kept secret by public incredulity. And that’s what’s seen anent the horror subject of child trafficking. Look at it this way. A drug smuggler or weapons trafficker can only sell a batch of dope or a Kalashnikov once. That’s it. He must replenish the load for the next sale deducting the costs of production, importation, bribery and attendant miscellany. In the case of a child, she can be sold five to ten times a day, daily, weekly, monthly until the child is no longer functional, marketable or until he or she is no more. Period. And the trafficker and slavemaster keep all the profit. Do the math. And let me remind you, it’s he and she, the victims. To fully grasp the levels of these horrors most are unable and unwilling to accept that fellow humans, whom we ostensibly share DNA with, could deliberately profit from the knowing horrors to our most precious. Throw into the mix that parents themselves act as pimps and agents in the sale and delivery of human chattel and you start to see the complexity and unimaginable horror of this behavior that could be significantly curtailed if not eliminated altogether were we to join forces against such by first closing our borders. And if you can stand brutality in statistic form: The Essence of Evil: Sex with Children Has Become Big Business in America.

The Roseanne Barr Interviews. I prefer to call them sessions. America’s sweetheart, America’s mom. TV pioneer and visionary and now the inadvertent posterchild for fascistic censorship over the most insignificant of tweet bleats in the annals of recorded history. Please click here for INTERVIEW ONE and INTERVIEW TWO. But make sure you’re sitting down and that family members and caretakers are standing by once the paroxysms of laughing fits hit.

 

When did America lose its way, guts, backbone, focus and . . . forgive me . . . balls? I’m sure our cryptogendered world mates will find this problematic, perhaps egotestical, to be so bold as to suggest that America is waxing impuissant too much, too often and more than ever (and making genital puns to boot). Too bad. Sue me. America sits back again and again and takes the steady stream of abuse from all comers and corners. Look how we tolerated the Russian collusion myth and watched as our system of justice was rerouted and misdirected by a group of traitors who just wanted to derail and reverse the franchise.

That’s right, to reverse the fact that Donald Trump was actually and rightly elected POTUS. Notwithstanding the words of the Oven Mitt Fashionista who’s still arguing that she was robbed while she and her predator husband slash ticket prices to their pathetic road show. Have these people not enough money? Even after the billions that their criminal foundations finagled and stole. Remember that the Russian collusion myth was enabled to justify and explain how HRC lost a rigged election. No other reason. There was never for a solitary minute ever the remotest of possibilities that the government of Russia ever posed or presented a cogent, identifiable threat to our electoral system. Yet the feckless media jumped in full tilt and full throttle. And now that that’s been established they want to subject AG Barr to the most obstructionist of postmortems imaginable. This, fellow patriot, must and will stop.

Let me remind you of this question: Why are we still allowing our southern borders to be breached by invading hordes of criminals and sex and drug traffickers who’ve no intention of assimilating or joining the ranks of duped patriots who still quote Emma Lazarus? Why? That’s the question, friends. That’s the question indeed. Why are the demented Dems advocating the abrogation of all rules of the franchise to accommodate these swarms? I know and so do you the answer to that rhetorical question, viz. to beef up the electoral rolls. That simple. Look, these are the same dastards who seek to invite convicted murderers and rapists into the voter folds.

So what happened? And better, what do we need to do? Simple. America needs to immediately reconsider and remobilize the militia: private citizens who opt and elect to protect what’s theirs and stop asking for permission. That’s right, stop asking for permission. Every time something happens to us we sit back and whimper about our perceived wrong and then do nothing. Just look at what’s happened to passels of conservative voices who’ve been silenced on various social media platforms. What did and does America do? Nothing. When mainstream media news spews lie after lie, what does America do? Nothing. We’ve habituated and been conditioned to inaction. We’ve surrendered and become used to taking it. Well, that all changes now. If you elect to stand up and be counted. Shout!

Where’s the passion of the impassioned? Where’s the conservative counterculture? Even Fox News, the once-proud counterprogramming platform thanks to the genius of Ailes has now been reduced and relegated to reconstituted nothing. If I didn’t know better I’d swear America was cowed by the faux Left ochlocracy. Look, there’s simply no media Right (but plenty of wrong). No counterbalance, no opposite positions represented anywhere. Were it not for citizen and civilian journalists using social media platforms, there’d be absolutely nothing even remotely representing another perspective. And this is critical as the number of lunatic citizens who think CNN’s legit is growing exponentially. No, make no mistake about it, we are at war. A truth war. A data and verity war and we’re losing.

So how does Trump get the word out? Think about it. How? Through Sean Hannity or Rush? Puh-leeze. What are you, living in the 80s? He and we need desperately a Trump media platform that provides a 24/7 access portal to data and truth and information that citizens are not able to attend. Just this past week when the Kabuki dance called the Mueller Investigation finally sputtered to a conclusion, where were the accurate assessments that were available to Americans to review? Who knew what that charade was about? Even Fox News muddled the message with the notorious quisling Judge Nap and of all people, Donna Brazile. Gone are the days when the Left screamed that they weren’t being represented. Remember when they tried to reconstitute and dust off the hoary Fairness Doctrine. My, how times have changed.

Let me also add something that’s never addressed. America needs to review what’s being done to dilute and destroy its history, identity, tradition, customs, values, language, ideology, sensibilities and, yes, religion. America is Judeo-Christian in foundation and while that’s not to imply or suggest that the doors are closed to alternative faith systems, the systematic and systemic overturning of such is contrary to all that is American. The First Amendment encourages and guarantees religious freedom so long as American freedoms are not limited and curtailed by those who seek to replace fundamental American precepts with religious ideologies that seek to subvert and replace. Sharia governments must never replace that of ours. That of what is American.  

The latest iteration of the Left claims vocally to embrace and include diversity and heterogeneity as a righteous goal. Hear! Hear! But let’s not forget one thing: While that’s an admirable goal, the snowflake embrace is contrary to who we are and what we’re about. That simple. That basic.

#CreepyUncleJoe’s in. That would be Joseph Robinette Biden Jr. The trichophile. The capped, plugged, Botoxed, sandblasted, plastered and spackled partialist, Sen. Joe Biden. Mr. Common Guy. The everyday man. The creepiest feller bar none. Fraud, plagiarist, opportunist, political leech and lech. Relic, has-been and go-to Swamp Rat ready to again double-down and double-cross Bernie Sanders, faux Socialist and spineless, impuissant feeb, who caved in to the Oven Mitt Fashionista HRC after they threatened the Missus with a surfeit ration of charges. Yep, Joe Biden, a man who’s assumed every position on every subject throughout his interminable reign. Mr. Touchy-Feely. The fellow who quipped anent Trump: “I wish I were in high school, I could take him behind the gym.” And knowing Joe, God knows what he’d like to do behind the gym, if you catch my drift.
 
This line deserves its own paragraph. Remember this 2007 beaut as to Barry? “I mean, you got the first mainstream African-American who is articulate and bright and clean and a nice-looking guy,” Biden said. “I mean, that’s a storybook, man.” Clean? Wait. CLEAN?! The first mainstream A-A, that is. Wow. Articulate and clean. Imagine that. Well, Dems, he’s all yours. And we can’t wait.
 
And he’ll most certainly be the Dem nominee. Gotta be. It’s the only selection that remotely makes sense and I realize that nothing about the Dems remotely makes sense, at least this iteration and incarnation. Gone are the days when they were coherent and actually admirable and vital and relevant and critical to the development and maintenance of policies that eschewed ludicrous war and war profiteering and advanced human rights. Gone are the days when they promoted antiwar sentiment and the solemn tack of civil rights for all. Today the trichophile Joe’s goal is to corral some form of legitimate and winnable cause among the demented whose sole focus today is the recombination, elimination and removal of border security. They push massive migration, immigration and swarms and hordes of humanity breaching the dam. If ochlocracy’s your bag, the Dems are it. Think huge invading murmurations of unchecked, unverified, undocumented, unmonitored, unwatched and unwashed, uncontrollable, unfettered and unimaginably unmanageable humanity pouring into towns, villages and hamlets, already overrun and teeming with legitimate asylum and citizenship seekers. Welcome, Joe. Have a seat.
 
Focus. Now, notwithstanding the foregoing, remember one thing: As insane, inane and vapid as the Creepster may seem, I’m telling you now and again: He’s the best chance the Dems have of unseating Trump. Not a great chance or a substantial chance but the best chance nonetheless. He’s a formidable opponent and can schmooze and schlep and schmear the schmaltz with the best of ‘em. And remember, the Swamp wants one of their own and Creepy Joe’s one of their own. And don’t think that Obama’s not being a Biden fan means anything. Obama was a Beto booster and will now have to break the news to the Napoleon Dynamite doppelgänger that it’s not his time. Especially when ButtiGiggityGiggity enters the scene. Even today, as you read this, the Prince of South Bend is pledging fealty to his Eminence, the Racial Arsonist of the National Action Network con, the Conniver-in-Chief, the Least Reverend Al Charlatan. That’s right, Mayor Pete’s schlepping and trekking to Sylvia’s to have his mandatory five-minute sit-down to kiss the ring and the arse of the FBI rat in residence.
 
Back to the message. But listen to me . . . don’t think for a moment that the average Main Street mainstream mainframe American couldn’t and wouldn’t think that Creepy might make a welcome break from the drain and drone and Sturm und Drang of the diurnal cavils, carps and contretemps of the usual. I’m sorry to remind you but people vote (some, that is) for the most idiotic reasons (well, to me that is).
 
And speaking of treachery. Fox News. My, how they’ve lost their way. Their focus and goal and Murdoch-Ailes direction and vector. Now that the Brothers Murdoch et uxores took over with a venom and vengeance that few have ever seen or heard. That magnificent has been the fall. That immane the redirection. Cue TAPS, Sparky. It’s over. I want you who may prefer a rational more conservative real world look at the real world to now know that it’s official: the Fox News Channel is dead. Gone. Through. Finished. What you’re seeing now are the remnants of a dead star that burnt our millions of years ago yet the light hasn’t reached Earth yet. What you think you see if you watch that pathetic vestige of an Ailes platform is the vestigial memory of a place that has since self-destructed — because the light hasn’t hit yet. Or the realization.
 
Perfidy, anyone? Look no further than what they did as exhibited by and through the horrid treatment of Bill Donohue of the Catholic League when he dared and deigned to question the particular timing of the supremely suspicious Notre-Dame de Paris arson, er, fire. Yep, the same cathedral — REPEAT: Cathedral! — that Manny the Macaroon Macron wants to rebuild as a multicultural thingamajig. I trust you see what’s happening. And I further trust that you realize that what Dr. Donohue was trying to advance, not via the lens of the oft-suspected conspiracy theorist lens but rather, through the limpid and pellucid perspective of an historian of the first order, with impeccable credentials and that of a sentient member of the Catholic community. No, it appears that his interrogator, the quisling Neil Cavuto, quickly dismissed anything that could in any wise be interpreted as suggesting and recommending a thorough appraisal of reality. A reality that indicates that Christianity is under attack not only by and through those who seek to destroy its foundation(s) but those who seek to euphemize the deliberate targeting of its traditional and theology. (See Easter celebrants versus Christians.)
 
The valedictory. My fellow patriots, we are under a full-bore, full-frontal, all-out attack on that which represents the undergirding of our society. Our country and our way of life. Our history, identity, tradition, customs, values, language and, yes, religion. This is an existential battle. Make no mistake about it. Dismiss it and such at your own peril. This is not a drill. This is not a dress rehearsal. As Nena intoned: “This is what we’ve waited for. This is it boys, this is war.”

Now, any questions?
 
Until next time, patriot.

This week we witnessed the sickening subversion of the rule of law, yet again in its full and rancid glory. We observed the horrors of axiomatic provisions and protections of American Constitutional jurisprudence hijacked by a group of turncoats, rebels, quislings and treasonous actors hellbent on upending and reversing the rightful and lawful election of a President via the almighty franchise. The MSM #FakeNews coteries and cabals, apparatchiks and propagandists alike all chimed and chirped in unison at the behest and instruction of their globalist masters the rote, rehearsed and recited reaction to Mueller’s release of his report. The report that took 22 months of our lives, attention and focus, tens of millions of dollars ($25M – $50M to be realistic). Mueller’s Machine ended up charging 34 public enemies number one (theoretically impossible), none whom you can identify or pick out of a lineup. It saw a decorated, bona fide American military giant bankrupted, double-teamed and double-crossed. Oh, lest I forget, in textbook overkill “enemy of the people” Roger Stone was subjected to the most over the top, El Chapo-esque excessive full court arrest press ever seen. And why exactly? Process crimes and perjury traps. And you wonder why it’s sagacious to keep your mouth shut whenever G-men come a-callin’.

But the MSM were there, weren’t they? You betcha. Aiding and abetting, acting in concert, umbilically-tethered to the lie freight train. The key to reacting was simple: Whatever is said, done, reported or released, object to it. Forget explicating why, just object. Rehearse and rehash your talking points as provided and hang on, dig in and never let up. What juridical procedures and protections recommend and mandate are of no importance. The fact that the ever-referenced and never-charged charge of “collusion” is not a crime cognizable at law means nothing. When that evidence fails, switch your guns to obstruction of justice. That’s their tack and attack. And meanwhile my beloved republic sits back and nods hypnotically. Caught up in the swirl and maelstrom of the moment, citizens became numb to the exercise. Per usual. Alas.

This is a coup, ladies and gentlemen. A coup d’état. A palace coup, a soft coup. It’s the new tactic and application of subversion and anarchy from the Demented Left, a shorthand term to quickly, aptly and ably refer to these anti-American loathsome hematophagic vermin. They’ve no plan, vision, worldview or ideology, nothing to focus upon, nothing to target or support. Their world and aim are the systematic destruction and disintegration of anything and everything Trump. As in POTUS 45. As in the duly-elected President of these United States. Your President, like it or not. They’re subversives. Plotters and planners, co-conspirators in a relentless move and exercise to claw back the franchise again . . . and I can’t say this enough . . . to reverse an election.

So, what happens next? Let me address the following this way. What shouldhappen next is something that is without debate among the sentient and aware. The first step must be to declassify the FISA warrants issued in the first place. And therein lies a significant starting point that must be plumbed and dissected and unraveled. The entire process was implemented to explain, explicate and justify how HRC lost a rigged election. Do not miss that point. Listen carefully and with specificity. The entire process that distracted and distorted was an exercise to undo the fact that the Oven Mitt Fashionista — after assuring the population, voters, [DS] donors and big money machers she’d win — lost bigly. And we’re not talking the casual donor here. We’re talking about some super serious dudes and dudettes whose power and influence and connections boggle the imaginations of the casual observer. When you assure them that their trust and dough are well-placed, after you’ve charged ungodly sums so that you and your barely conscious mouth-breathing, slack-jawed predator hubby can deliver 10 minute “speeches” before pocketing gobs of jack, when you’ve hijacked [DS] apparatchik media news platforms and provided them with the rote, prepared and canned drivel and doublespeak they’re to deliver en masse in synchrony, when all that’s happened AND YOU LOSE to Donald Trump, no less, you have to come up with a reason why. And therein begins the process.

The process of the two-step storyline, viz. Russian collusion morphing into obstruction of justice, all begins and began with the hijacking of the (perhaps) once-trusted FISA super-secret Star Chamber cone-of-silence tribunal. The [DS] lied, manufactured, made up, constructed out of thin air a script that defies understanding. And they paid for it. PAID! They hired Christopher Steele, the Lancelot Link and MI6 alum to explore the recesses of his own penchant for paraphilia and undinism and concoct one of the most insane stories ever imagined by mankind. One more time, shall we? The story goes that Trump hired a pair o’ Russian trollops to relieve themselves on the percales of a Deluxe King at the Moscow Ritz Carlton and wax urolagnic where Obama et ux. slept. Let me stop right there and here lest we forget again the gravamen of our Constitutional displeasure. The more the [DS] Dems tergiversated as to the sources, origins, motives and goals of these exercises the more they became entrenched and determined to double down. And the pathetic Right sat back and wept silently, howled at times but did nothing. Zip.

Let me expand. There is no Right machine. No echo chamber, peanut gallery, media, nada. No, the best it can do is to have the orchiectomized pathetic post-Disney Mouseketeer minions weep silently through their pretend testimonials, jeremiads and feigned protestations. How many times did we hear one host punctuate the cobwebbed nothingness with TICK TOCK promising that Hillary would finally get her due? Oh, please! I can remember when the distorted Dems screamed plaintively that they needed to dust off and resuscitate the laughingly titled Fairness Doctrine to combat the then conservative tsunami by the name of Limbaugh. TV, radio, name it, was almost exclusively conservative and I for one found it horribly dull, monumentally inane and insufferably stultifying and tedious. But that was then. Today there are no combatants countering the distorted lies of the [TDS] caterwauling quislings and traitors.  

So timid, timorous and scaredy-cat are the Rights that they won’t even mention a word or utter a peep as to the disappearing act of RBG. When was the last time SCOTUS Ruthie appeared in a verified, time-signatured and authenticated photo, snap, name it? Do they need permission? Look, I’m trying perhaps for naught to awaken and enliven the spirit of adventure and instigation. Wake up, America! Sound the alarm republicans and Republicans (of which I am not) you’re frozen in some media amber, congealed and mired in some suspended animation that has rendered you beyond useless.

Sound the alarm for a new media platform. One manned by the brave, fearless, intrepid and dangerous. POTUS must have his own. Think Trump Media. A 24/7 dedicated information source that concerned and clued-in patriots can and may consult to find what’s happening on this horrid, dank and dark planet. (Figuratively.) But there are more existential threats and concerns that must be addressed. Our American identity, tradition, customs, values, language and collective religion are under attack and it is now incumbent upon you to gird the proverbial loins, saddle up and prepare for a battle the likes of which you can’t imagine or conceive.

Now, any questions?
 
Until next time, patriot.

Let’s start with this week’s front page monster.There it was. Covered by everyone. An international event nonpareil, immane in structure and import. Monumental! Journalism’s watch dog and attack dog, Julian Assange’s colossal event . . . whatever the hell that was. The brutal capture, a Keystone Cops arrest, Moreno gives our man the Embassy heave-ho and amscray, the bum’s rush, a photo-op nightmare, a manucaption shitstorm without the benefit of mainprise, an impromptu Gore Vidal plug and the whole world scratching its collective head asking, “What was that supposed to be?” A hoary, pallid barbate screaming and howling. The yelp for help heard ’round the world. And why again? Moreno tore up the asylum agreement that Julian utilized after he was arrested for failing to appear anent a Swedish case whose charges had been dropped. Is this any way to run an airline? Is this sounding as nuts to you as it did the world? Well, it was and is and remember I’m saying this. By Tuesday it will be all forgotten. America has the attention span of a gnat and this creepy dude with the hard-to-place accent has no connectivity to regular American folk (though he should have). Especially when they’re told that he helped disseminate and distribute data and info that only seemed to embarrass Americans. Either way, I’m of the belief that Julian Assange is a hero in many respects, though a qualified one.
 
Ah yes, the questions.While it may seem interesting to re-catalog his journey through the insane labyrinth of this Swedish-UK legal Rube Goldberg system of clüsterfėck, a Lionel neologism, I find it more interesting to ask the following questions as to the rudiments and abecedarian basics of news collection, dissemination and reportage.
 
Is Assange a journalist?No, he’s a small engine repair tech. Of course he’s a journalist! Where in the name of God did this idiotic query come from? If CNN’s journalism then I’m Eleanor Roosevelt. And Julian Assange’s (JA hereinafter) a freaking journo! It’s that simple. I read a virtually endless litany of mind-bogglingly stupid social media questions as to what’s a journalist and if he has the appropriate decoder ring and accoutrements of the craft. In today’s world even a tatted, man-bunned moonbat named Starchild clicking away at the keyboard in some Brooklyn coffee bar qualifies as a journalist. It’s always been that way. So don’t give me that nonsense about how JA’s not able to seek solace under the umbrella’d rubric of journalist with all the attendant benefits, protections and, yes, liabilities because you simply don’t like him. If anyone’s to “blame,” it’s Bradley, er, Chelsea Manning, records thief and (ahem) whistleblower. Read the indictment. Always read the indictment.
 
What exactly did JA allegedly do?Read the words of the DOJ.

[e.s.] connected to the Secret Internet Protocol Network (SIPRNet), a U.S. government network used for classified documents and communications. Manning, who had access to the computers in connection with her duties as an intelligence analyst, was using the computers to download classified records to transmit to WikiLeaks. Cracking the password would have allowed Manning to log on to the computers under a username that did not belong to her. Such a deceptive measure would have made it more difficult for investigators to determine the source of the illegal disclosures.

Did you catch that? JA’s alleged to have actively conspired with Manning to hack and crack a password. If true, that changes everything. JA goes from whistleblower to safecracker. From respected protected journalist to “Will the Defendant please rise” criminal co-defendant. This, provided, it can be proved. And don’t think there won’t be a series of challenges before he ever sees the inside of Leavenworth. Those of us who read the specifics of the indictment marveled at how the government was planning to prosecute a case where the last overt acts in the named conspiracy were in 2010. Seems that the Eastern District of VA boys are planning on bootstrapping a terrorism count/statute that would give them more time just under the wire. Maybe. No matter how you look at it, it’s going to be a tough go for the Fighting Feds.
 
Doesn’t and didn’t WikiLeaks break the law by publishing stolen, unauthorized documents?Nope. At least not in the good ol’ US thanks to SCOTUS in Bartnicki v. Vopper, 532 U.S. 514 (2001). So long as the journalist comes into possession of a newsworthy item and never actually stole or participated in the unauthorized, trespassory taking of the items in question, Jimmy Olsen’s off the hook. I never quite grasped how Hulk Hogan claimed anything deserving of an award against the now defunct putrid rag Gawker as the latter never acquired the Hulkster’s grainy grind video illegally. If memory serves me, two courts ruled the items newsworthy. Oh, well. That’s juiced-up has-been dreck under the bridge. But let’s return to the focus at heart, Assange is protected under US law if . . . if . . . if he never participated in the alleged illegal swiping of government data, transmissions, files and the like. It all revolves around that.
 
Can journalists steal documents and then publish them?SCOTUS in Bartnickiprovided this pertinent reference. “It would be frivolous to assert-and no one does in these cases-that the First Amendment, in the interest of securing news or otherwise, confers a license on either the reporter or his news sources to violate valid criminal laws. Although stealing documents or private wiretapping could provide newsworthy information, neither reporter nor source is immune from conviction for such conduct, whatever the impact on the flow of news.” Branzburg v. Hayes, 408 U. S. 665, 691 (1972).
 
So, what are the rules again?This is a marvelous adumbration of the Bartnicki rules. Publishers who legally obtain information that was originally unlawfully obtained, are protected by the First Amendment, and cannot be punished. To obtain First Amendment protections, four elements must be met: (1) the publisher did not participate in intercepting the conversation; (2) the publisher acquired the information lawfully; (3) the published information must be a matter of public concern; and (4) the information must be truthful.

Now, any questions?

Let’s start with Joe Biden. Please, sit down. And listen. As I have stated innumerably, incessantly and most repeatedly, notwithstanding what YOU may feel about Creepy Uncle Joe, what YOU think about his behavior and/or what YOU think is inappropriate, the ultimate jury is and will be the Democratic elders as in the guys and gals with the bucks who write the checks, choreograph plot and strategy and who are the lifeblood of the party. Now, I know the juvenescent social media types have memed away with the most clever and funny renditions of the partialist Creepy One’s tricophilic gesturing that caused skins to crawl en masse. My favorite was how some TDS sufferers referred to Carpe Donktum’s most brilliant memetic masterpiece as a “doctored” piece. Clearly, Jeeves, they’ve lost all sentience and semblance of reality. And let’s keep it like that.
 
The Pebbles Flintstone of the 116^th Congress. Cease instanter the mad dash, the pitchforks and torches and the holus-bolus Gadarene stampede and plummet. No, my learned patriot, the children don’t understand that a wine-swilling moonbat, spouting incomprehensible baby talk and going under the imagineer name of Sandy Ocrazyo-Kotex, may be a fantastic example of initial social engineering. But she’s going nowhere in the immediate long run. Nope, the Creepy One [Herr Biden] is the Dems’ best shot. Initially. Why? Let me count the ways: He’s (1) a donation magnet; (2) a proven commodity; (3) a brilliant campaigner (once you hide the kids, let’s be honest); (3) glib, personable, chatty and the consummate bullshit artist; and (4) a veteran of more campaigns than you can imagine. His problems are manifold, however. And never forget that the Millennial Minnie Mouse is a mere 29.
 
“The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposed ideas in mind at the same time and still retain the ability to function.” Thus spake Fitzgerald. Now, while Creepy Uncle Joe’s still a formidable foe for our beloved POTUS, he has serious steamer trunk political baggage and ain’t a sure or done deal. Why and how? Let me again count the ways: He’s (1) voted for every bill, war, tax cut and increase, name it; (2) squishy when it comes to solemn intellectual commitments; (3) been known for years as that creepy, scary, skeevy, touchy-feely, inappropriately tactile lech so this ain’t new; and (4) was shelved for all practical purposes by Barry. Dick Morris makes the great point that the role of Veep changed drastically with Mondale and Cheney, in particular, but as far as Joey, he was a place setting. The titular VP. There in spirit and theory. Until now.
 
Cratersville, Sparky. What’s the worst news for the Dumbs is that the Creepster was their only chance at anything even resembling opposition against Trump. Laugh all you want, the man could talk dreams, policy, vision, platforms, strategy, legislation, history, name it. Instead we’ve got the Baby Talk Express gooned to the gourd on the floor of her pricey DC digs speaking drunken apostrophes to her Instagram account while delivering interminable incantations while squatting in weirdscape technicolor. You can’t make this up, Sparky. While we’re on the subject, tone down the vapors on Pete Buttigieg, the unpronounceable flavor of the month. Do you honestly, truly and actually believe that an openly gay political tyro should be measuring drapes for the Oval Office? Seriously. Do you believe that America today, now will cast its vote for this fellow? Look, this patterns perfectly with the Dumbs’ M.O. of yore, viz. pick a nobody from the rear of the pack, someone without the usual warts and history that prove problematic. History is replete with such examples (granted, not all winners): Dukakis, Carter, Clinton, Barry. See? It’s not impossible but highly improbable.
 
The gift that keeps on giving. Even Barry in Berlin at some phony baloney Obama Foundation Circle Jerk made the following circular reference. “And then we start sometimes creating what’s called a ‘circular firing squad’ where you start shooting at your allies because one of them is straying from purity on the issues.” Translation from the Manchurian Candidate: Dems have lost their mission, minds and fate. That simple. They’ve disassembled into a dissembled cuckoo’s nest of fractious freneticism, a frisson folly of foundering falderol. AOC still sucks all the media oxygen out of the room and if I didn’t know better I’d swear DJT’s behind this magnetic mush head. A mush head whose cutesy 15 year-old affect charms and bedazzles the benighted. Laugh all you want at your own peril. (And I haven’t even mentioned Master Beto.)
 
So, how’s the Dem platform worked out for them so far? In a mere 575 days it will be #Election2020. And in 462 days the opening gavel will commence the Dems’ Convention in Milwaukee. That’s just tomorrow in political reality. That fast, that sudden. In the blink of an eye. And the Dems have clearly nary a clue. And I liked them in days of yore. I really did. They were the antiwar party. They stood for something tangible and real and actual. Republicans in my time were stodgy, corporate, musty, moldy, antediluvian, backwards and backwater. They were goofy, close-minded, angry and anti-progressive. But they were coherent. You knew what they wanted, where they stood and what they’d do if elected. Today, it’s all another story. With the apotheosis of DJT as #POTUS45, he’s injected a clarity and cohesion to his message. Why? Continue.
 
Plumbing the depths of nationalism. Trump’s made patriotism cool again, not hoary and anachronistic. He’s royally pissed off today’s spiritually sallow, pathetic faux liberals and for that I’m forever grateful. He’s flushed out the rats, the vermin, the swill. The demon dreck. He’s inspired in them a disconnected delirium that incites and invigorates and I am so forever grateful. And what’s perhaps the greatest contribution to free thinking, he’s absolutely emasculated via public orchiectomies that most putrid of media pilonidal cysts, #FakeNewsCNN. The worst without any question. The most abhorrent and abominable. Dear Gawd, they give new depth and appreciation to media suckage. We’re talking gravity levels.
 
And one final word that is certain to enrage, rile and terrify. McLuhan stated perfectly: “Only the small secrets need to be protected. The big ones are kept secret by public incredulity.” This explains how so many of the truly terrible remain under wraps. Let’s add one more to the list. The cultural disaster of illegal migration and how Bergoglio is terribly complicit. My utter disgust with the latest iteration of the Vatican is off the charts, chains and rails. I was among many who thought that Bergoglio would be a light of normalcy, normality and a vaccine and intellectual immunization against dangerous ideological recrudescence so badly needed. But a new stalwart, an intellectual behemoth, the voice of a positioned polestar has emerged, who will undoubtedly be silenced sooner than imagined. Meet Robert Cardinal Sarah, the 73 year-old Guinean prefect of the Congregation for Divine Worship.

[He] warns that the “west will disappear” as a result of mass migration, adding that “Islam will invade the world” and “completely change culture, anthropology, and moral vision.”
 
Sarah’s new book, Evening Draws Near and the Day is Nearly Over, is causing controversy in Europe because it explicitly identifies Muslim migration as a harbinger of the continent’s collapse.
 
“If the West continues in this fatal way, there is a great risk that, due to a lack of birth, it will disappear, invaded by foreigners, just as Rome has been invaded by barbarians,” said Sarah, adding, “My country is predominantly Muslim. I think I know what reality I’m talking about.”

The Cardinal also blamed the European Union for its “desire to globalize the world, ridding it of nations with their distinctive characteristics,” labeling the move “sheer madness”.

“The Brussels Commission thinks only about building a free market in the service of the great financial powers,” he continued. “The European Union no longer protects the peoples within it. It protects the banks.”

Until next time, patriot.

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On the count of three, everyone: WE TOLD YOU SO!We told the rotten and rancid Fake News Media and corporate Ted Baxter sockpuppet [DS] apparatchiks that nothing would ever come of the Nothing Burger called the #MuellerReport. We warned that it was a colossal waste of time, taxpayer money and so many Americans’ gullible faith. It was misplaced focus, all designed to address one sole, solitary position: The Mueller Report was contrived and manufactured to justify and explicate how the Oven Mitt Fashionista lost a rigged election. After, of course, it was used surgically to attempt to undermine and destroy a man, a brave citizen, who dared seek the highest office. A man who deigned to defy [DS] cabal coteries and covens. That plain. That simple. There was never the slightest indicium of Russian collusion, contamination, interference, election fraud, nothing, nada, niente. Zip. No evidence, proof, probable cause, reasonable suspicion. The 22 month investigation is now over and done — 675 days of stripping the (what were) well-placed and well-established provisions of the Constitution. Why exactly? Better yet, how did this country sit back and allow this? How did good Americans allow this folderol to advance unabated, unfettered and unspecified? Simple. The Right was asleep. Impotent. Ineffective.

Whither justice? But don’t think that anything will change as to the perfervid fixation with getting this President. Not at all. In fact, whatever off-the-charts outrage they autogenerated over an “investigation” few could explain much less comprehend, it hasn’t abated in the least. It’s all moving now to New York, whether through the SDNY Feds or the State Attorney General, Health Department, TLC, Parking Division . . . name it. They will never stop, these demented Democrats, simply because this sure as hell beats formulating a platform and vision. Why cobble together the best team to address the issues and focus of the nation when you can just waste millions of taxpayer money going after an innocent man? A man, by the by, who’s inspired billions in media revenue and viewership and to whom #FakeNewsCNN owes its very existence. A man who turned the tables on classic (and most provincial) American politics with an approach that only he could produce and will replicate deftly through a decisive 2020 trouncing of the next victim shoved his way.

Trump’s an innocent man!You heard me: AN INNOCENT MAN. For that is what he was and is. Why do I say this? Simple. It is axiomatic that prosecutors must not follow political vicissitudes and whim and must only focus on that which is the subject of probable cause and adduced evidence. It’s called proof. These Star Chamber ghouls never had a scintilla of evidence anent and against President Trump about anything. Nothing. In fact, the culprit, instigator and criminal at the heart of this entire rats nest is the monumentally corrupt Hillary Rodham Clinton, who, I trust, will be indicted, arrested and frogmarched to the hoosegow instanter and anon. She must be. And her stream of criminality could not have been accomplished without the guiding hand of Barry O, [DS] handmaiden, puppet, marionette and Manchurian candidate. History will never be able to fully comprehend the magnitude of his complicity in authorizing the fetid groundwork of a cabal heretofore unimaginable. And all with the Fake News Media cheering on and conspiring openly and notoriously.

The Constitution trashed: Liberty subverted. “Show me the man and I’ll show you the crime,” spake Stalin’s Secret Police head, Lavrentiy Beria. We don’t need no stinkin’ probable cause, right? (They thought and think.) Mueller, Comey, Rosenstein et al.didn’t even pay lip service to any Constitutional precursors to activate this nightmare and prosecutorial blunderbuss. No proof required. No reasonable suspicion, hunches. Nope. They figured that for mere political gain they’d doggedly pursue everything and anything POTUS. Why? Because they could. And because they opened a new and horrid chapter into the revision and disregard of the Constitutional and juridical rulebooks.

Let me repeat: It sure as hell beats formulating a platform and vision.Look at the crew of Dems actually being considered for elevation to POTUS 46 status. Name the moonbat. Go ahead. Can you believe this crew of sorry, pathetic, unqualified, daft, vacant loons? I’m not going to run through the roster, you know the list. I believe at last count it was 178. (Kidding.) But when Creepy Uncle Joe Biden barely squeaks by Bernie in the polls as a DNC frontrunner after having spent his entire adult political life actually, literally and truly voting for and/or supporting every known cause of everything, this clown’s barely noticed and is in for the shock of his life. And, get this: He would have been the toughest candidate Trump would have to face in the general only because of name recognition and voter familiarity.

A rancid retinue the Alt Left. What’s the frontrunner saying? That’s right. Joe Biden. The creepiest lech in a group shot, bar none. Hide the kids and grab the wife! The king of the impromptu neck rub, this amateur masseur perv skeeves out the crowd even by DC standards. Watch his version of the #MuellerReport rollout along with the other list of dimwitted moonbats. Remember, Uncle Joe doesn’t have to come up with anything vaguely resembling a plan so long as the usual suspects bleat and crow and carp and pound tables over, er, something. Note also how those of this crew who usually deride us conspirateers are working overtime in crafting the most exotic of labyrinthine theories and hypotheses as to Lurch Mueller either being on the take, a sell-out or just plain corrupt and/or incompetent. He, the man they heralded as the straightest of shooters bar none. Amazing, isn’t it, how this works.

All for naught. Roger Stone, Rick Gates, Paul Manafort, Michael Cohen, George Papadopoulos, and Gen. Michael Flynn. That’s it. Oh, I forgot. A bunch of Russian NPCs and three companies. Nugatory. Trifling. Insignificant. De minimis. And guess what, none of them had anything to do with Russian interference or anything. Period. Are you able to tell from the bite of my harangue the anger I have towards this utter and absolute waste of time?And I’m being kind. And remember the initial mandate. But the real issue now remains to demand that AG William Barr deep dive into the origins of this fiasco and find out what happened. I mean everything. Review the criminally culpable and morally reprehensible lot: former head spook John Brennan, former DNI chief James Clapper. And please don’t forget Susan Rice, Barry’s National Security Adviser, who repeatedly leaked classified information. Remember the entire unmasking phenomenon?

How did this ever start in the first place?This is the gravamen of the demands that many of my Conspiratorium compatriots have, viz. to [DECLAS] critical portions of the FBI’s June 2017 application to monitor (then) Trump foreign policy aide Carter Page under the Foreign Intelligence Surveillance Act (FISA). And that’s in and of itself an understatement because the warrant that was provided for Page was Title 1 versus §702 based. As you know the former entails in essence a walking wiretap: Anywhere Page goes, anyone he sees or talks to, everyone and everything is sucked up in the vacuum of this Mega Warrant. In fact, should the referenced Page lawsuits against the various agencies prove fruitful, the man will make Bezos look like Bill Gates.

Wake up! Something happened to this great country. Something that inspires community somnolence and intellectual torpor. It seems that the pathetic Right just sits back and nods hypnotically at various catastrophic events whilst Alt Left legions wax frenetic over everything and anything at the highest of volumes and gets all the attention and coverage. How is the message being delivered to regular, normal hard-working Americans? Remember, if you’re reading this you’re a member of a very select group of the woke cognoscenti. Seriously. The levels of nescience combined with issue ennui are catastrophic. Most folks are simply too preoccupied with their own lives and situations. Imagine by analogy standing outside a stadium and trying to guess the score by the roar of the crowd. That’s America.

Until next time, patriot.