Monthly Archives: April 2019

THE IMMUTABLE FACT OF THE ATTEMPTED COUP AGAINST THE TRUMP ADMINISTRATION

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.

What Nobody Sees, Gets, Understands and Comprehends About Assange

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?

Biden Bits, Islamic Murmurations and The Dems’ Denouement: Feel the Pain

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 116th 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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