True intelligence is rooted in responsive promptness. The more the Governors of the Border States take a "push-back" from the Administration for attempting to protect themselves, and the more the White House hosts Ramadan dinners, and the more the politically correct react to any threat to the 'erection' of the community center/middle finger celebration of victory mosque in the shadow of the Ground Zero real-estate, the more convinced I am that we are all getting a taqiyya teachin'to. Stories of jihaddists "celling' in the States and Honor killings of Women for doing nothing more than assimilating into American society (
While their own mothers are incapable of intervening) the more convinced I am that the whole story of Obama jumping into the Presidential race to prevent the "inevitable" election of Hillary Clinton was an In-Your-Face takeover of a civilized country with a front man trained in the Islamic practice of
Wolf in Sheep's Clothing. This spinning needle is no more a Muslim than he is a human being. He's a thread connecting a proven ineffective system like Communism, with a proven loser of a religion that on the one hand, demands martyrdom, murder and blood as proof of loyalty while promising carnal knowledge of virgins to the fools who buy in, and delivering utterly to those facile in the art of stabbing you in the back while looking you in the EYES. The right wing, religious nut jobs are different. They contend that their profession of faith and the name of Jesus is their duty. A Christian who feigns distance from his Savior is a Judas, a traitor, a less-than-zero who should just hang himself in hopeless despair. A Martyr is not greeted by 21 submissive virgins at the Pearly Gates, but is, instead, with the lord Jesus, helping those still on earth to find the way. In the teachings of Christ, Christians find comfort, redemption, the greatest of these, LOVE. It isn't Faith and Hope we ask for in our final moments. It's love. It's our mothers. It's our family who cared for and about us. It's our heritage and our roots. For all his denial, Barack Obama was the son of a White Woman, a tireless slave to the idea of empowering Women and people in general. She advocated hard work, convincing the "haves" to support the WORK of the Haven't
Yet . But Frank, and the Kenyan relatives, and the Axlerods and, yes, the Ayers, Hollywood HOPESTERS and the We mean to keep what we HAVES are just holding up one end of the See/Saw. He sets on the fulcrum, having NO Fun, just bored with the business of governing, out of ideas and
watching idolizing sports figures who share his self-imposed prison of appearances. Little does he suspect that - like bullshitters - you cannot taqiyya a taqiyyar. The EYE CONTACT IS as certain as the EAR CONNECTED BY THE CHORDE of a stricken tuning fork. They all get up at the call, and look around, never surprised by whom they discover sharing their plane.
Since the Sales People were elbowed out by the big box commodity pushers, the buyer has taken the spot at the top of the rolls, and everybody's purchasing, getting the best price, while not necessarily getting any consulting, follow-up, customer service or warranty coverage. It's a bottom line life for the taqiyyan. Only the sensors are also blinking. In "heaven" for everybody, where we are all created, as we believe, equal, men, women, christians, muslims, africans, europeans, gays, lesbians, equal. We all have a certain number of dna markers, and a strict guide to choices. If we have this, we cannot - by virtue of one choice eliminating the option, have that. If we have a taqiyya gene, we can't have a sense gene. That's the choice. In combination with the OTHER choices, we can balance the taqiyya with a genuine understanding of when not to choose it. When we CHOOSE to present as not what we are, we must accept that we have elected to survive rather than aspire, drive or evolve. Choosing true to ourselves relates us to everybody who trusts us and is never let down. We never doubt the one who is always there for us, and we always go - first - to the one who has delivered for us before. A trustee who lets us down and asks for anothr chance, is forgiven out of love, and given another chance. A 2nd, 3rd, 4th ... chance disappointer is lost love, hope dashed, faith failed. We soon fall out of love with a cheater, a liar and a back-stabber. But if they are "Ours" we make excuses for them, try to hide them from the knowing eyes of EVERYBODY and hope they have a good story to tell their friends (that taqiyya thing, again) because you CAN fool all of the people some of the time, if they really, reallly want to be fooled.
I had this sense that my life was in danger because I speak my mind, write what I am thinking and express my observations about the President. I know that the Secret Service monitors "chatter" to protect the President from any danger and I know I must express my feelings without any allusions to violence or anger. It's a professionally developed stability that harnesses my emotion and bridles my mouth. When I can no longer contain my emotion, I go to my cards and my notebook and let my hand write what I cannot bring myself to admit. And I sort it out. I slow it down. I let the inner voice form the thinking and I "dance" with God, the divinity within. I seek the highest, kindest, most collaborative part of myself and endeavor, utterly, to make the best of the combination of elements with which I began the day.
leading people to work together
But last night, while the Pirates were holding the "Got Their Number" Brew crew to a single run in the eighth in Milwaukee, I kept getting this sense of THREAT from the same guy who reminded the Green Bay Packers that he's the only one who can ground planes into and out of Wisconsin. He threatens his daughters' potential suitors with drones and he threatens Jan Brewer with the full power of the Federal Courts. He threatens Seniors and Soldiers that he "can't guarantee" their paychecks, he threatens the world economy that he can't guarantee the full faith and credit of the United States.
Well, to this prick, I can only communicate one instinctive survivor's sentiment: threat gets response. I, too, have assembled my secret service. I, too, have "played the game" of serving as the "package" and I, too, have given my life for my country as I live and breathe a patriot. You had better have substance behind that suggestion that you would bring to bear the weight of the presidency against me, an American Citizen, to purge your handed-to-you getting out of your way tactics of intimidation. If we meet on that road, I will be treated as an equal for no more reason than that I am there, on the path, coming face to face with you. I am prepared for any gesture of arrogance your demeanor suggests and I am in no way of the impression that my life is any more valuable than any other's, including yours. I have Friends. I have been a Friend. My Friends and I will allow you to pass, to continue along your chosen path, and we will track where you come from... that's the direction WE were going, peaceably. The Secret Service protects the Life of the President, and those who would be President. The Service preserves the full faith and honor of the People. The Secret Service does not protect the Presidency, but rather, the life of the processing provider of Presidential Services. We are
chained flowers 'round the Lion's mane, we are threads of a single note of a call to greatness, a call to uplift our blessed and beloved. We are sharers of the goodness, the peace, the life and liberty protected by Justice. And we are forgiving. We know your heart, but we judge not. You Choose. If you elect to continue on your path, you cannot, by virtue of having so chosen, reverse your course and join us in tracking your steps by which we have come to meet. If it is your choice to live the life you are leading, you are leading your life away from us, and we press on to a world where you don't exist. If you prefer to be rid of us, let's let it be so, and
So
It
Is.
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