The Failure of the Security System

Following the stunning First Debate revelation of insubstantial fluff being represented as leadership in the person of the current occupant of the Oval Office, the polls began to resemble a gyroscope on the scales.  Two digit leads in swing states, among Women, and Independents became instructional graphs pinpointing the "Tipping Point" as the Voters weighed their Economic considerations against never getting any of that Change for which they had high Hopes.  The callous indifference shown by the Campaign principals eager to get to Las Vegas for a fundraiser rather than engage meaningfully to deal with the Consulate assault and missing Ambassador caste cold scrutiny on needed proof of comprehension - on the part of the White House - of their responsibilities.  The "Commander In Chief" will burnish his credentials with a movie about the assassination of Bin Laden scheduled to air days before the Election.  The film has recently been re-edited to play up the stones we're told Obama made use of in cheering "GO!" to the Defense Secretary and the CIA Directors' assurances.

Supposedly possessed of a spine of steel,  I challenge any Union TEACHER or Education Professional to split the hair of "comprehension" as it applies to knowing what the fuck you're looking at, what the hell you're doing.  Failure to apply that comprehension of responsibility was scandalously exposed, though desperately needed, by his diplomats and military personnel on duty in that compound.  The assertion that Obama - not Romney - was possessed of the will to order such a mission was touted on the stump, yet, a failure to engage when those same gutsy calls were very much in order on the night of September 11, 2012 in Benghazi cost four dedicated American Service members their lives. 

See-saw swings of the polls are the tsunami now resulting from a distant quaking of the Libyan Malitia communicating to Hillary Clinton, Susan Rice, the UN and Barak Obama that, "Thanks for your gracious assist, but we want our country back!"  A seat-of-the-pants operation ultimately proved its nettle and provided the ground work to where, eventually and after great effort, the forces we mobilized in the support of their self-determination could "lead them from behind." They've gotta be chuckling at the chutzpa of the "One" on that phrase.  "So," they gathered, "When it's our necks on the chopping block, our backs against the wall, Glamor Boy's puss is all over the media with his grinning "likability" yet is a slumping Designated Hitter more about spending money than stepping up to the plate when anything of significance is on the line."  Obama had to be coerced into action by Rice and Clinton, and his reluctance was probably an equally chilling message to those freedom fighters who went "all in" for their own survival and were never the recipients of meaningful back-up from the "Free World" until they had made a convincing case of determination for themselves.

When Kathy Dahlkemper ran for Congress in 2006, she had out raised her four male opponents in the final finance reporting quarter of 2005 and picked up endorsements throughout the district that had previously easily elected Phil English eight times.  For the first time, ever, a serious candidate in PA-3 willing to do fundraising was presented to Emmanuel and the DCCC.  What did Raum advise?  "Raise $100 Grand on your own and then we'll look at you again."  That Chicago-gain-without-risk pattern is evident in the White House failure of response to the pleas for back-up from their CIA Operatives in Benghazi.

 

 My certifiable racism may creep through here, but where were those qualifications we were looking for in a President?  You know, the ones where we can see indications of how he responds to pressure, failure and shows perseverance in the face of long odds?  Those were never so much as hinted at much less proven by Obama prior to his announcement seeking the toughest command in the game.  Eye Candy with like-ability and celebrity qualities over substance and Presidential demeanor are OK Day to Day, I guess, but in a confrontation with foreign activities that could be called an "act of war," Pretty Boy's getting as good as he gave, PUMAs.  Dressed and prepped for the Red Carpet, about to take a bow as the Exterminator of AlQaida, Tuxie can't get in gear to cover his golden ass so his media mommies are buying him time.  Hey, Michelle:  He's trying to play Jackie keeping the French waiting for the glamor shots.  When are YOU going to step up and assert that You're the Princess.  He's supposed to be the Warrior, no?   'Splains why Sasha and Malia yak at him as only unimpressed black girls can.  Have they let him hear, "You Stink!!!" yet? 

Learning that Axlerod still attends high level security council meetings despite being with the Campaign, and the complicity of the ENTIRE MAIN STREAM MEDIA keeping silent over this outrage, I can only deduce that the Media has conducted a Coup and is a Rotisserie of Banks and Communications Conglomerates raiding the Treasury by borrowing at 0 interest and "loaning it back to the Taxpayers" at 2%.  Yeah, work is high risk; corruption is a ticket to wealth.

Here's a clue, Panetta, Clinton, Rice and Obama.  The War-Weary Americans don't want another war, but, GODDAMN IT!! We won't sit still and be fed a pig in a poke about irate reactions to videos that insult the prophet when it is increasingly more clear that the Weakling In the Fish Bowl in gettin' his ass rocked by his Muslim Bros who figure he blew his chance to show them he stands with them, as he promised in his book.  If EVER the Secretary of Defense had a reason to get in the "honcho's" face and demand an Order to deploy all resources, the real-time surveillance drone feed they viewed should have been the trigger.  As Captain Jack Sparrow told Will Turner in the Pirates of the Caribbean, "If you were waiting for the right moment, that was it."

"Look;" I'm saying to this political Hack House, "The worst thing you can do here is watch from a safe position and keep hands off when military resources are available and prepared for intervention within 400 miles of the insurgency.  Defense Professionals and CIA / State Department operatives do not watch helplessly while their colleagues are being bombed.  Before those people were even housed in the Libyan post, an understanding with that Country about managing violence and securing our personnel would have precluded any pretense about needing passports and permission to enter the airspace.   If I were the sitting President, I'd far sooner be answering questions about how we missed the mark with errant, vigilante reaction than a Golden Goose Egg he sat on when it was never gonna hatch.“For the U.S. military to say they couldn’t move ... one aircraft in eight hours, I say it's time to relieve the people in chain of command," Bing West

Gretzky 99 Remember The " BO Knows" Smak-Down?

Years ago, flash jock Bo Jackson achieved the remarkable status of Major League Baseball and NFL All Star after winning the collegiate Heisman Trophy.  Nike celebrated its cross-trainer with a litany of sports about which Jackson was an authority.  Beyond baseball and football, so the ad proclaimed, Bo Knows basketball (affirmed by no less than the immortal Jordan, eyebrows boppin') weights and "Tennis?" intoned McEnroe.  As the exaltation mounted, a skater in NHL gear circled the ice in front of the net and simply confronted the camera with "No." in a "Get A Grip." demonstration of self respect.  "No Go: Bo Don't Know Hockey."  Anybody who roller-bladed and checked and high-sticked and decked knew it was not easy to make the transition from the contact sports of football and basketball to hockey.  Like Soccer, Hockey was a momentum game that placed every player in motion (except the goalie) and added the very legitimate "play" of launching one's body weight in full-on trajectory to knock an opponent off his skates.

Derived from "Boar Hog" nickname, BO was possessed of incredible strength and will.  His career was magnificent - the performances turned in across the sporting world were impressive and documented.  Had he wished, I expect he could have become a fabulous hockey player.  But Hockey was not the sport of choice for young boys who "looked like" Obama.  The Race thing played by the Obama Campaign was not a game for icers.  Despite its popularity in Canada, few of the men who came to the NHL were black.  Unlike Baseball and Football where they dominated in both numbers and money, the black men didn't find Hockey to their liking.  In the rinks and streets of Atlanta, Chicago and New York, the most fabulous skaters were often African American, but their skills asserted more of their grace, their dance moves and their musicality.  Hockey just didn't work with the tunes, Savvie?

I couldn't help thinking of this ad as I watched the President, who signs his name with a huge B and O miniaturizing by contrast,  the _arak and _bama.  His dog, also named BO, a Portuguese water spaniel, is a black/white parody of his iconic master (although Ceasar Millan would disagree that the Big BO possesses any mastery over his K-9 BO.)

So, you know, I'm no go on the dissing of Romney, former CEO of enough business activity to actually know of whence he Opines.  Sure, the Occupant of the Oval Office has the "title" but it is neither convincing nor documented that he actually knows how to work together except to take direction from his handlers, not unlike a dog himself.  It is his goal to displace the ranking Big Dawg on the Democratic Party hit parade and performance record log.  But, again:  "It's like tryin' to tell a whaat girl She Don't Know!" He's dug in the heels and pulled rank and chucked his shoulders all haughty and pompous. 

 He's pitchin' his "Look: fill in the blank schtick" with the same "It's-true-because-I-say-it-is-and-we're-all-in-agreement-with-anything-I-say" game.

It ain't so, Barak Obama.  As the great Gretzky circles back to emphasize:  "NO!"  I don't care how many of those Promo Bo's push this, and beat down those who don't Party Unity with them, I can check this lightweight off his blades without any resistance and it's because I KNOW!!! damnit!  I KNOW HE DON'T KNOW what he's doing, what he's showing the world, how what he's trying to pass off as superiority and savvy looks to the Voters.  Remembering Gretzky's chutzpah reassures me that even when the Pitch-Man is hawking the "truth" down front, the closers and commissioned earners in the back are hearing all of his schtick while they're writing up their orders and turning in their paper work for the sales they produced, booked, collected for and delivered.

I know too, that when guys close ranks and lock out women, the truth is they've opted to cheat.  They've played the "What Women Don't Know Won't Hurt US" Game and it's just easier to cut them out and consume their provisions as though the battle of the sexes is the game of record.  When Women relent and forgive their pathetic excuse for men cheaters, they let the ego-driven creeps take the cake and prance around all authoritarian and chest-thumping and dominant.  But when he leaves for the day, they look their kids in the eye and all agree, Daddy is a big brat who doesn't get the spanking he deserves because he's a phony rat who will just push us around if we call him on it.  So WE KNOW to just bite our tongues, "eat it" for another day and keep growing up until we can look him in the eye, and - without a word - connect a knock-out Check-Mate! to his glass jaw and knock him off his fragile perch of part ego, part bluster.

Kids get it.  They compare the image of Romney, Father of Five Men, and Obama, Father of Daughters who routinely reveal their "not-fooled" view of his mendacity, and are, likewise, "not fooled."

Unlike Jimmy Carter who put an emphatic "Close Book End" on the Imperial Presidency of The Nixon-Ford era by emerging with Rosalyn from the fortified limo to walk the last blocks to 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue in the sunshine, declaring with his actions, that the President will be One of Us, not One Supported, Glorified, Secured and Imposed ON us.  While Carter carried off the Wilsonian / Teddy Roosevelt Progressive Agenda with considerable success   http://millercenter.org/president/carter/essays/biography/4   his media coverage, unlike the Mini Me he endorsed in 2008, was unfavorable.  I'm amazed, in reading the University of Virginia Miller Center review of his Presidency, how much Carter actually accomplished and how much of the word-by-word similarities exist in comparisons to the current White House.  His Brother Billy was found to have taken a boatload of cash from - wait for it - LIBYA and the Press managed to turn his every move into an unflattering image for the evening news.  So, when the pressures and challenges of the international scene oppressed him, the News Boys and the Late Night Comics made "relief" their mission and the seriousness of Carter's Agenda was undercut.  Scandals that were ultimately disproven, nevertheless received unrelenting play in the press.

Even without the scandals, Carter would not have had good press relations. He seemed aloof and condescending, stiff and impersonal with reporters. They chafed at his moralistic, "eat your peas" attitudes, and portrayed him... as either a cynical and manipulative politician or an amateurish incompetent. Carter was not physically clumsy like Ford, but his media images always came out wrong. 

Wrap Back to old "files" of players and factors, it is ironic that the Bryzinski Family / Columbia University Zbignew who so enjoyed status in the Carter years and vied with the Soviets for power, now populate the Obama Administration but with starkly contrasting media support.

So, BO's Hos, what is it?  Are you just settin' at the fulcrum of the See-Saw, like Kentuckians, making your lousy bucks no matter who's in or what's right?  't seems nothin' the 4th Estate does sets right with me anymore.  My original wish to be a journalist was over-ruled by my 9th Grade English teacher, Sister Patricia, Daughters of the Divine Redeemer, who considered Journalism too restrictive for my strength, which was "transitional" skill.  Heck, wrap back, again, ASIG Brenda, remind us why we work.

MSNBC (except Mika) Finally At Work

On Morning Joe, I'm getting an earful from the Fellati-O-Bam Bangers suddenly questioning the politicians and the emptiness of this boring stage of the campaign.  They are looking over the fiscal cliff and Mark Halperin is actually sizing up the prospects for this Country in the next four years.  Joe had lost his edge there for the last two years and Mika had gone all "Supermodel" on set with the book-sellers and the blog-pushers and the party scene makers.

Suddenly, Scarboro has reclaimed his tongue from the cat mentioned in the previous post.  The gloom and grate from Catty Kaye mirrors the suddenly legitimate observations that it's a good time to follow the campaigns if you like candidates that "say nothing."  They're sick of themselves.  They're noticing that Mika, who still can't get enough of Obama, makes remarks that are absolutely laughable.  MoJo snarks he'll just go right to the Longoria break-up on Page 6 and Halperin identifies as a pretense that the "Off The Record" edict to the Des Moins Register is a signal Obama's Campaign is in need of bubble wrap so cloistered is he from reality.  The Talk off the record and in the diners, bars and coffee shops is about the WHY we're not getting the Who, What, When and Where we deserve from a First Amendment protected, Access Guaranteed, Credentialed, Ethics Invested MEDIA!!!

Mike Barnicle points out how depressing it is that the Twitter-driven campaigns ignored the everyday obstacles people "out there" are experiencing and NO ONE IS TALKING ABOUT!  Are these guys serious when they see the "bubble" that just got "bigger and bigger and bigger" - you know, like the swelling heads Tina Brown said Hillary and Princess Diana manifested during their high-flying days when they "had lunch," was their inflating of the President/STENCH they put on us?

Here's Joe asking what Chicago's saying about the fiscal cliff, about "What's the Mandate?"

Here's MY observation, BSNBC:  When the viewers WERE asking you for shoe-leather on those issues, all YOU guys had was how great times were with the West Side jetting to DC jetting to San Fran to preen with the Pretentious and dismiss or worse, abuse the soberly questioning, once loyal Democrats of whom you were all so disdainful for three years!

Here Mike points up Romney's words from the debate:  "We can't KILL our way to Victory."  Halleluhia!!!  Romney also demands we address and bring an end to all the VIOLENCE!!!  Did it all just hit you folk?  Does it suddenly appear 'INEVITABLE' to you that the Voices you drowned out and dowsed have worked their way through the septage you passed off as product of work and are emerging with the full-aura of stench of the crap you imposed on us morning after morning, brewed by Starbucks?  I get the sense you all feel that blast of fresh air from the Romney demeanor failing to rise to the Obama Bait that reeks of decomp.  The forgotten note of healthy exchange reclaimed a section of your brain that associates purity with what's good for ALL... You know, those of us who lost our jobs, lost our homes, lost our dignity, lost our respect for anybody who responded to our common-sense questions with accusations of racism and bogus assertions of Obama's superior everything!

The tank in which the Media has been chumming for Chicago has suddenly turned into a fish tank for real.  Those who believed themselves to be successfully "swimming with fellow sharks" have discerned a distinct difference about the feel and vibe of the "solution" sloshing around them.  The Game they ran with such gleeful abandon, riding high on song and jokes more than action, now feels base notes more like Jaws than Finding Nemo.   Beyond the protective, invisible shield they are able, at long last, to bring into focus the faces of the Viewers - once Zoo-ers - who are now paying to see these phonies squirm. 

Last summer, in the joy of a pennant race, Pirate Fans were wearing "bubble wrap" with abandon, loving their 1st Place status all the way into August.  A hit prompted the left hand up over the right in a symbol for Zoltan! - a mockery of the stupid but earnest cult of stoners awaiting their cool alien "Likeable" Savior.  Yeah, it's lookin' like the fans will have one more occasion to raise the Jolly Roger on this Ship of State.

    

When Work Carries Huge Risk

... and Crime all but slam-dunks all you've earned, wake up...this is hell, the Gay Boy Underworld...  the life no reasoning person would choose.  Walking around my house, burning a diffusing reed to purge my atmosphere of the stench of never-ceasing cat litter ...

McGovern's Had Enough - Like Specter, Hits the Bricks

We learn today of the passing of the former Senator from North Dakota, George McGovern.  Last week at this same time, I was advised that my own former Senator, Arlen Specter was moving up to the Senate in the Sky where a vote based on doing right by their families and genuine friends was going on. 
When I was in high school, the war in Viet Nam was gearing up and, at the age of fifteen, I was barely able to grasp the significance of the Invasion of Cambodia.  President Johnson had been in office a year and had managed to "find the Mens' Room,"  The Beatles were riding high on the charts, "Along Comes Mari" and no body's making any fucking sense.  A history professor challenged us on the War Effort and our acceptance thereof.  Little did I suspect that my eight year old brother would, ten years later, face conscription that could take him to that God-forsaken part of the world.  Nor did I imagine that I would be viewed as a "useful idiot" to be milked by a coward for every ounce of cover he'd find in me, including my children and my trust, to escape the draft.  I never expected that my fellow students in college would choose to major in Education specifically to merit a 2-S deferment and escape the Army's voracious vacuum.  They made horrible teachers and proved to be irresponsible frat boys on so many levels that my illusion of manhood was utterly shattered.

Do you consciously recognize that the Gecko who is the Spokes-Lizard for GEICO is openly revealing in their latest commercial that he represents the Government Employees' Insurance Company?

He now wants ALL OF US to "enjoy" the same benefits FOR OUR CARS that those who have worked for Uncle Sam have for their physical beings since the Thirties.  Things I was taught in the process of obtaining a license to sell Insurance in Pennsylvania for life and healthcare make me suspect that the Gecko's turn at the microphone was timed to communicate a hidden message to his prospective buyers.  For the record, Licenses to sell Car Insurance do not qualify one to represent companies in the business of offering coverage for Life and Health, at least not in my Commonwealth.  Seeing Capitol Hill's Fedral Employees (Is that the ENTIRE set of those who would qualify as "Government Employees"?) react to an All-Reaching Voice booming at them in the Halls of Congress, their Offices, their cars, their tourist sites, in the subway and on the streets made me back up the DVR, then locate it on You Tube to view it again and again.  Each time the 30 second spot rewinds, I am struck by the gauges showing the mike at "total power" and the final scene, of men in the street flapping in the breeze of the omni-present message looking more like the scene of a nuclear blast than a loud-speaker on woofer.   

 

George McGovern was the original victim of the Watergate break-in's "plumbers."  He was defeated in a landslide to Nixon's Four More Years, that ended, instead with Nixon, himself, resigning in disgrace.  Nixon had initially been elected when LBJ recognized - despite all the "power" he wielded inside the beltway - that The People, were no longer indulgent of his conduct of the War.  His decision to neither seek nor "accept" the Democrats' Nomination led to hideous C.I.A. style actions against politically active American citizens placed on Nixon's "Enemies List."   His Texas-Sized Ego was insufficient to dispel his recoil at the disheartening discoveries of the Presidency.   He could have been in office a total of nine plus years yet he demurred.  He finished Kennedy's term, won a term of his own and was eligible to seek reelection, yet did not.  He simply withdrew to his ranch, his dogs and his friends.   As the seasoned Johnson, who had built a generation of I.O.U.'s during his 28 years on the Hill, walked away from power, men who represented the varying anti-war and party interests ran to it.

 

Much Education has visited me since the days when I voted for George McGovern and the call to come home.  I have learned how the comfort zones of the secure bring out the ruthlessness of those determined to hold onto what they have without considering how they might extend and expand that beyond themselves - ever growing the secure perimeter beyond themselves layer by layer.  One has far greater success heading off disasters when more of those who are, likewise, secure stand between themselves and those who would rob them.  As I watched the horrifying results of the election of 1972, and my brothers sneered hatefully at my obsession with the campaign, Baptism of Fire / Fear purged me of any illusion I had that the political class represents me. 

 

 

 

Who Pulled The Security Detail In Benghazi?

Bill O'Reilly wasn't implying, but as I heard it for the second time, (I was just tuning in when it aired earlier this evening) and both times, little flashes ticked in my brain.  If one looks at the scenario that the Chicago Way sometimes winds through the connections to the Wise Guys, it is enough to shiver you with a chill. 

The idea that the decision was MADE somewhere to remove the armed professionals who were securing the Embassy in Benghazi is disturbing.  It takes on a vibe I'm not liking at all.  I keep seeing those scenes in the Godfather where the Chief of Police is on the take from the Mob and the officers assigned to the hospital room of Vito Corleone aren't at their posts when Michael arrives to visit his father, when the Turnpike Commissioners duck out of the toll booths as Sonny Corleone's car approaches, when the bodyguards hired to protect Michael in Sicily are beating a path away from the booby trapped car just as Appolonia turns the key, ...

On the heels of the Afghans killing the American Military Personnel training and arming them to assume responsibility for their own military defense, it should have raised an eyebrow, at least, during the President's Intelligence Briefings.  Once the British Ambassador was attacked, prompting the closing of the British Embassy, followed by the Red Cross closure and our own Consulate  being attacked in April and again in June, when a hole was blown through the wall that was large enough for 40 people to march through, the awareness quotient should have been higher.  I have done enough customer service in my time to know that you direct MORE resources to a threatened installation OR YOU CLOSE IT, if you are unable to afford to properly provide services.  I get the goal of normalizing relations with Libya and it was the Administration's wish to implement that objective.  But I question the wisdom of the timing to launch such an exercise under the kind of conditions that existed in that outpost.  If Christopher Stevens was documenting HIS misgivings in his diary, to the point of redoubling his requests for reconsideration of that decision, it is clear to me that the Man on the scene was well aware of the activity in his neighborhood and the overruling of the Ambassador was not wise.

Obama's romanticised fantasy of the Muslim Brotherhood so clouds his street insight that he is incapable of relating that the same crime wave that is killing hundreds of people in Chicago this year is reigning in Benghazi.  It pains me to say this, but I must consider, entertain and eliminate if I can, the  notion that the Administration was gaming the contenders for control of the Libyan  Government.

The security was pulled on the direct orders of Obama who had unrealistic expectations that the Libyan Freedom Fighters would fall in line as expected, because of all that had been done for them.  He forgot his own dogfight with the Party to force his critics in line.  He forgot that even women in his party stood up to him and said:  "Party Unity My ASS!"  Because he violated our conscience in his drive for Power.  Why would he expect the still unresolved Power Struggle in Libya to settle itself so that he could get on with the business of making money there, before a solid understanding was realized as to Who Gets What?

This Amateur is living out a fantasy and "plays" Commander In Chief like it was a video game.  I'm losing sleep over the AlQaida flag flying over our embassy, the destruction and property flung to the streets as though our Country was lying, mortally wounded halfway around the world, in a land of blood-thirsty young men out of control, and the paparazzi are photographing it to sell to TMZ.

The Whiner In Chief Really Is!

I'm struck most by the tone of the President whose voice is pitched as high as any brat kid swearing to his mother that he never did what she knows he did.  Candy is "promising" she'll get to Romney kinda the same way the Rules & By Laws Committee promised that everyone would be heard "after lunch."  History will show that the back-room deal, cutting Hillary out was cut during lunch and nobody was heard when they finally returned two and a half hours later.

I LIKE what Romney says about Middle Class not having to pay taxes on interest income and capital gains.  That is phenomenal!  That is huge, and will probably create a boom in loans from Credit Unions and small, community banks.  ---  and the Whiner whines on --- wah, wah, wah!!!

The pitched tone of Obama's voice wouldn't get him a dog.  The timbre of an Alpha Vibe coming out of Romney, by comparison, is impressive.  Obama sounds like a woman.  ---  like a bitchy woman.  He sounds like a kept woman who doesn't work and who puts the neighborhood kids up to mischief.  I don't like the way Obama relates to his opponent.  He is "playing to the kids on the panel."  Not only has he persisted in the high-pitched, irritating complaining, he is failing to advance the debate beyond his talking points.  He's asking for a slap upside his head getting into the "specifics" of how Romney will pay for his programs.  He's 'about to find out.  (That Dodge's got a Hemmi in it.)

The President "queues" Candy with a gesture that prompts her to cut Governor Romney off and interrupt him.  That time he stood and made an attempt to physically close in on him.  She is empathically relating to Obama's anxiety  and running interference for him.

104,704 Tweets per minute.  9:39 p.m.

Obama cites his typical white woman Grandmother.  Romney speaks of his proactive effort to uncover talented women for his cabinet.  He reflects his Mother in this gesture.  The clock runs down and the O's chin goes up - looking to the moderator for support.  Obama touts the Lily Ledbetter Bill with bravado, but has done nothing of substance to make that bill matter.  What does it benefit a woman that she's able to sue for equal pay when she has no job?

While Romney was speaking the clock was shown in the corner  ---  so far, no clock.

Susan Katz - disappointed with the lack of progress.  Links Romney to Bush.  The answer from Romney was a tricky one.  He 'skated' the line between bashing Bush and acknowledging that the deficits were wrong for both Bush and Obama.  Obama's tone is close to crying.

When he's cryin' he's lyin'.

Michael Jones asks what he's done.  Notes his day to day costs are pricey.  Obama cites his Bin Laden kill and Obama 'affordable' Care.  He's talking about things that nobody feels on that day to day expense drain.  He's promising like he's never been in office.  Whine, Whine, Whine...like screeching on a chalkboard.  His vocal pitch goes up and up.  The day to day costs were never addressed.

9:07 p.m. - Obama is blowing up and interrupting.  The Immigration issue is his "Wishbone."  He's Playing the Latinos, using  high palootin' bullshit.

Kerry Lautin asks who was it that denied the enhanced security in Libya and why?  Obama comes back with aggression and repaints the picture with the assertion that he was on the phone while the attack was going on.  It took him a month to muster indignation.  He goes on the Romney press release.  Gets indignant.  The glare is up.  Glad a "brain trust" from Mineola sent that question.  I hope Kerry's holding his own.  Romney has ingested the emotion from Obama and appears to be processing the crackle.  He holds an even tone and processes the eruption smoothly.  9:12 p.m.

Obama's got the "face" going.  He knows this is Romney's call and can do nothing about it.  He's eating it.  Candy to the rescue.  HRC's taking responsibility.  Candy's giving him the opening to claim full responsibility.  He's addressing Romney pointedly,  presenting his behavior as upright and offended.  He's "dressing down the opponent."  Candy refers us to the transcripts.

Facing Families whose loss due to assault weapons has taught the guy more than he ever knew about Americans and their Second Amendment.  He learned on a wide, slow curve.  He has a seriously simple mind, a tendency to speak to adults as though they were students and looking to him to form their opinions for them.  The Culture of Violence must be changed, and with that he brings up a fact the "Jobs" Kids don't consider when they bash Romney for only being 48 out of 50 states in job creation during his term.  Massachusetts was Number One in Education.  That should be a fair trade-off to this crew.  Romney explains that the legislators came together to agree on the assault weapon ban.  He shows that he can support what the majority determines they can support.  He shows that UNLIKE OBAMA, he is a leader, not a decider.  Obama, does the tired "he was for it before he was against it" line and then hops on the education bandwagon - cutting off Candy because "This is important!"  Candy's actually condescending to him.  "No doubt, but we're talking about guns."  Slick work on Romney's part to slip in that statistic about Massachusetts' ranking in Education with an allusion to the culture of violence.

Outsourcing:  Policies to make the US attractive to business.  Obama wants to tax offshore profits, claims Romney wants to fagittabatit.   The O BAM A chant doesn't have quite the ring that you get from R Money.  R Money.  R Money, is like that email we got about how the first and last letter must be in place and no matter what the order of the letters in between - a reader can understand.  Romney would address China's cheating, intellectual property theft, violations of fair trade agreements.

The whiner is unaware that those pressure tactics, threats and woodshed trips he runs on those who criticize the Administration could be used against China effectively in the interest of We, The People, not just Obama's ego and image.

"We don't have to settle for what we're going through.  We don't have to settle for the list of things causing us suffering."  Says Romney in response to a question about what the opposition has misrepresented him.

Obama swears he doesn't believe government doesn't create jobs.  He's whining, pitchin' higher and higher.  He's stretching the 47% as his closing rap.

She's Seen the Underside of More Buses Than A Greyhound Mechanic

Greg Gutfeld notes that Hillary Clinton has to have such a view of Male Presidents - as the White House drops it in her lap.  Of course, the Campaign has sent out hackers to 'splain how it's her fault, and they use the classic Progressive excuse:  "We Don't Know Anything About That,"  and ...waiting for the other shoe to drop, the even MORE classic progressive conversation choker:  "I Disagree."  The Whiner In Chief is rallying the troops to cover his slacking ass and his pretense of giving a fuck when he skipped his Intelligence Briefings more than 30% of the time and he's pitching his appeals to 3 year olds...Thank You, Big Bird, for withdrawing use of your Iconic Image from the politician's advertising.

So, they're going to have to cross all their "t's" and dot all their "i's" if they are going to skewer Hillary Clinton on a spit and make her a "Rotisserie" for their election night party.  Unlike the Chicagoans, (and remember, Hillary is ALSO from Chicago) Mrs. Clinton has made good friends all up and down the D.C. Corridor.  She has helped people without first calculating their vote quotient.  She has done it because it was the right thing to do and because that's her job.  She has logged more miles as Secretary of State than any of her predecessors and in the process, has affirmed that the key to World Peace is including Women in the process of Economic Development.  

At 7:44 P.M. EDST, Secretary of State Hillary Clinton announces:  "The Buck Stops Here.  I, as Secretary of State, take full responsibility for the attack on the U.S. Consulate in Benghazi."

As we All Always knew, the Woman who took time out from her participation in a Conference in Lima, Peru, on Women's  Entrepreneurship, is the responsible, realistic, respectful Executive.

Atta Girl!  Thank You, HRC, we have your back.

"If It Were A Fight, They Would Have Stopped It."

John McCain's Vindication. 

The Press-I-Di'n't was stripped bare - with only a podium to preserve his dignity.  The O Cult figure had flown into Mile High Denver to add theatre to his all-consuming iconic image - hours before he was to debate a substantive business person.  By comparison, he looked both jet-lagged and "barometrically impeded."  The Air Pressure, the attitudinal thinning and its impact on athletic stability combined to leave the Man Who Would Be Re-Elected dazed and castigated. 

The Governor asserted his substance as Father of five Men, as the son of a Former Governor, who had witnessed his parents' dance in the Mansion, and Barack stood "advised."  Has nobody ever shown "The One" what DAD looks like?  What the OLD MAN looks like?  Christ, I'm a woman, but I get it.  I've worked around and competed head on with American Men enough to understand their response to true leadership.  Men on a mission recognize their Captain.  They discern the member of the Pack who will address all their interests and prevail.  To a male animal, the "Alpha" is obvious, whether that be himself or another.  In last night's debate, Obama (you are what you eat) was the RCA Victor pup responding to his Master's Voice.  I witnessed a full blown capitulation by Barack Obama to the Divinity Within.  In the first two seconds of eye contact, a "higher power" connected with him, took dominion over his lost, floundering ego and confronted him respectfully but gently, speaking directly to his subconscious.   For the first time in his life, by virtue of the "Rules" of the Campaign, the Politician nearing the end of his term was required to stand accountable in the presence of his worthy opponent and convince his Superiors that he was a good and faithful servant, meriting a second term.   In the prepared Mitt Romney, Obama met - for the first time in his life of secular isolation - the gentle balm of true understanding.   On Stage, face to face with a calm, matter-of-fact Superior asking for his badge and his "Piece,"  he was being "fired" and he knew it.   For another "First Time," he faced a true closer, a salesman who could arrive at an agreement in good faith, steeped in the diplomacy and certitude of Business.  He faced a genuine professional who, as a disciplined representive of the People of the United States of America, would perform his duties always cognizant that the Power was the People's and the mission of his service was the continued perfecting of a Union, the progressive, upwardly spiralling forces of Economic Robustness and Freedom in an ongoing exchange of consideration with the 50 Governors, his "College of Cardinals."

He was experiencing first after first; things we all go through in the corporate, working world, like a dressing down for failure to exercise responsibilities, for mis-managed resources, for behavior and associations inconsistent with the culture of the organization.   Barack Obama was being directed to surrendur the political power after which he had lusted.  He was meeting the Father of  the cherished Daughter he had defiled, to whom he had failed to properly introduce himself.  He had "taken" what he wanted with adolescent ignorance of the poverty to which his intemperence had condemned his Paramour.  He had shown no respect for the double-edged sword that is power.  He consciously cocooned himself in the blaring cyclone of media dishonor and surrounded himself with cowards and clods.   In celebrating their twenty years of marriage, he had none of the awareness of the threat of loss of his beloved, never stood by his wife's bedside and assured her that, together, they would survive the crisis that was a diagnosis of MS as well as breast cancer.  He had never been blessed with the grandchildren who filled his life with appreciation for the Ancestry he saw ranging in their little faces.  His exposure to "prayer" was the ravings of an angry showman as filled with racist resentment as any Islamic Cleric/Supreme Ruler.  He had no knowledge of the Gentle light of a butterfly that the cocoon he had inhabited was about to produce. 

Last night, Obama wielded none of the privileges of his Office, save the courtesy and consideration to which he was entitled as a man.  None of the ceremonial righteousness of a worshipful media could protect him, could slam the challenger for being "disrespectful" of the President.  The two stood as they were:  The Man who truly was a public servant, humbling himself to leave what was a comfortable life of privilege to take up the duties of an elected steward called to the People's house relieving the overwhelmed, defensive pretender, of the burdens of our disappointment.  No longer would the People say "terrible things" about him, utter words that conveyed personal disdain.  No longer would his fellow Senators, Republicans who had been shown the sole of his shoe as though what was an insult to "his people" would not be understood as an offense to his colleagues. 

American Men truly personify sportsmanship in the company of legitimate competition.  As a Father of Men,  Mitt Romney knows from experience, what a less-mature young man will attempt in the Game to overtake his superior.   And as the Grandfather of the children of those men, as the Father-in-Law of the Wives of those Men, Mitt Romney knows Family.  He understands the interconnection of Church and Conservatism, of the day-in, day-out follow-through of a care system that does the walk-through, noting matters to be attended to by the professionals he will direct, having chosen them for their fitness to serve in the smooth running of that domain.

A cyclone overtook the Obama Campaign last night.  One fully capable of absorbing the entire cyclone of Obama's re-election madness, nesting it into itself and bringing it under control. It was as if a line of patrol cars - lights flashing - first shook the run-away drivers to alert them of the presence of Authority that could bust them all and pull them over, but, instead, was knowingly backing down the speeding traffic on the interstate to safely bring it through the scene of a forest fire without incurring any further damage.  "Whew!  I thought I was done," thought Obama.  This gesture of accommodation being shown him was a message that, yes, he was breaking every law on the books, but he was - essentially - likeable enough - and it was just such a great night for Partying.  The enforcers of the Law don't want to poop your party, we have pressing safety and security issues to manage and we just need you to get your vehicle under control while we earn our paychecks.  Fall in line behind the Police Escort and you'll be diplomatically ushered through a serious, potentially disasterous conflagration of clashing idealogues on a testosterone trip.

McCain attributes it to "Four Years Inside The Bubble With An Adoring Media."  As you certainly must acknowledge.

But, he also said, "Do Not Underestimate President Obama."  Having "competed" with the crowd who moves the goal post in rabid, small-minded, extreme competitiveness, McCain and his Republican Colleagues were shown the utmost contempt by Obama and Reed who exposed themselves as Senate Rubes, contemptuous of the even more extreme traditions of their August Chamber.  Concerned that the "Candidate, Obama"  will return with a Spirit fueled by outrage at the audacity of Mitt Romney to Challenge the Golden Calf of the Left, McCain urges caution.  Expect the Unexpected, Consider the Unthinkable.

But Sunday, I joined the Mitt Romney Prayer Committee.  My Survival Instincts asserted that the negligence of the Administration that Couldn't Extricate Itself From Campaign Mode was not on the job, not engaged in the duties of National Defense and unaware of the alarming signals being flashed.  As a Wanna Be Agent of the Secret Service, I have consented to be a relay station in the conducting of intelligence that would preserve and protect the President in whom the American People have vested their authority.  I have survived the assassination of a President and know the disorientation my nation was forced to navigate.  I am One with my fellow Americans in the Iron Will to Survive, and have experienced the flooring command to do so.  As a trained, experienced closer, I have joined the gentle, sequestered center of balancing power that must disable the headstrong, wrong-tracked Counter-Culture of the "too artsy, too sensitive, too inexperienced Progressive / Liberals."

With Clint Eastwood, I know what they're thinking: 

• "How many more bullets does he have?" 
• "Can we stall the Benghazi Investigation past November  6?"
• "Can the Media continue to cover our schemes to flex for the Russians who are arming AlQuaida?"
• "Have we intimidated enough Democrats into carrying our water to do whatever it takes to deliver the swing states?"
• "Can he really work with the Biggest Democrat, Big Dawg, to turn this Economy around?
• "Would the Chinese really prefer to deal with a push-over, or a mature Business International whose "deals" benefit everybody?"

And, I feel lucky.   Google Gambles and gives it up for Mittens.  Not an iron fist in a velvet glove, but a "tied-to-a-full-metal-jacketed" bullet on his premature Hit Parade.  As the drone of the zone settled over the two of them, from which only one could emerge, the Governor explained how the transition would progress, day by 32 days.   Diplomatic, Face-Saving courtesies would be extended, but 44 is One and Done, 45 stands on deck. 

Processing Angel Perspective

Things are falling into place as I consciously work through pressure as though it were success clouded in the opportunities presented by the other side.  Draw a line and it is of one value,  but that line now has two sides.  As I gather balancing gravitas, which I do by considering the views I once dismissed as racist, Republican or just ignorant, I find I can, indeed, see what they're saying!

The fiasco of the Democratic Primaries of 2008 so offended me as an American that I can only lend MSNBC an eye and an ear, dismissing ALL of what they air as obama-blowing bullshit.  They make good money supporting him and they make it abundantly clear that they are stupid for not doing the same thing I learned works: consider all sides respectfully and back off your aggression.

But they don't.  So when I heard Lawrence O'Donnell going through the roof with umbrage at something said by Hillary Clinton - he may not be as hateful as Keith Olbermann, but he's every bit as overbearing.  So I don't even lend Lawrence the E & E.  Without Pat Buchannan on Morning Joe, the program holds absolutely nothing of interest to me.  Mika preening for Mark Halperin who is getting the huge chest that mimicks the big balloon heads Tina Brown once accused Hillary Clinton and Princess Dianna of getting, and guys like Michael Steele and those black gays from the Washington Post taking positions intended for journalists who contine to regale Obama with daily songs of praise.  Bible writers and scribes.

So I get a giggle from Brian Killmead and Gretchen Carlson, and feel a little superior that I recognize Steve Doocie is a gossip and, like the MSNBC guys, is so thankful to have a job, he managed to get his son hired just like Luke Russert got his job.  Women like Megyn Kelly can give it back to Bill O'Reilley with such substance that Bill-o has actually re-centered and become a bit more respectable.  But back to my post.  Ann Coulter was once somebody I hated.  I hated everything she said.  I hated her voice, the sight of her, her attitude.  I resisted everything Coulter said as I carried a sanctimonious righteousness that she was crude, vile and absurd.  I considered her one-sided bashing of Democrats on par with Rush Limbaugh and never expected a balanced observation from her.  Until she said that if John McCain was the nominee, she'd campaign for Hillary Clinton who had more Conservative Credentials.  That statement stunned me into sitting up straight and recognizing that Coulter is a self-described Conservative-ish.  She hates wimpy Republicans as much as she hates stupid Liberals.  She sees what is and doesn't need a dingbat Liberal parrot telling her what she sees. 

I was reading my email yesterday morning while she was pitching her new book, "Mugged" to Steve Doocie.  She was doing the same tour of disrespectful bashing of the lefties that she does, and then she made the crack about how Lawrence O'Donnell and Bill Maher dig black girls and they think they're freedom riders.  Up went my eyebrows and even though I was alone in my office, I looked around the room to see if anybody else had heard that.  Then I scrunched up my face, threw back my head and laughed heartily.  I keep cracking up, even now, when I think of it.  It was a straightforward assessment of everybody she mentioned.

Kos and mediate both noted it was RAYYY-CISSST, as they do, and all in all it was a jolly good wrap on the jagoffs and the black women who hook up with them in the NYC party scene.  Have attit, hackers.  Coulter nailed all of you, not on your Right, and not on your Left, but Justa Justa.

Hiding Behind the Time-Buying FBI Investigation

The Univision Session grilled the Occupant of the Oval Office with more professionalism than the entire American Media, and each time I hear a Chuck Todd or a Juan Williams dismiss a Republican comment or Candidate's "timing" I am close to demanding a demonstration in front of the headquarters of the Associated Press CALLING FOR THE FIRINGS of those assholes.

Buck McKeon (R-CA) is on Fox News urging the President to

• Spend some time in Washington
• Have his briefings that are available
• Have some Cabinet meetings
• Do the things that a Commander In Chief should be doing, rather than travelling around the money circuits to raise money for four more years of WHAT?
• It would be good if he did "a little bit" of what he's being paid to do.

McKeon is Chairman of the Armed Services Committee and represents a California District that encompasses several military bases and has demonstrated a capacity to exert pressure that rivals anything the Chicago Mob deploys.  In representing his district, McKeon - like Obama - talks one game and votes another.  It would appear that the battle for which the Obama Administration has spoiled is upon them.  The "pressure" is evidenced by the stupidity and cross-messaging coming out of the White House in the aftermath of the Embassy-closing violence in Muslim countries.

Again, we who would work at our chosen pursuits to the best of our ability, are de-railed.  As cooperators in Peace-keeping, we find ourselves commandeered as resources, obstructed from pursuit of happiness by these combatants.  It makes me wonder how the Public Service Unions can routinely blackmail the taxpayers for raises while the rest of us can't find decent jobs.  These "professionals" continue to enjoy the routine of going to work, doing their jobs, getting their paychecks and living their lives, with annual pressures applied to those who pay these tabs in the interest of preserving basic services.

Yet, from these favored professions, We, the People, are not in the reciprocal balance enjoying any kind of respect for the contributions WE make in patience.  As I recall, a school teacher is not expected to work under the strife imposed by troublesome students.  Policies intended to preserve the order in the classroom allow teachers to do their jobs.  The contemporary "schools" of academic design have yet to publish a concept that affords the rest of us a semblence of order in which to conduct OUR business.  We find ourselves under unrelenting pressure from our creditors, public service providers demanding money, contrived news broadcasts manufacturing distractions to avoid the common sense questions Americans are thinking.  So I retreated as far as I could from the aggression and, only after being written off as "subdued" and under control, did I discover the hole in that universe through which I am escaped. 

With training, we can process pressure and make it a power we incorporate into our own.  The confusing, disturbing, mis-managed images of threatening men trigger my survival instincts.  The world can no longer indulge the threats.  We must reflect awareness of the disorderly conduct and express unwillingness to be subordinate to unjustly presumed rights-asserting crazies.

I no longer sustain posturing authorities who fail to acknowledge my equality.  Without my consent, the balance is threatened and I no longer ask, "Why?"  I simply restore balance and remove the source of the disturbance.  It amounts to steering the ship.  The Ship of State is not a See-Saw meant to keep the Citizens in an un-ending game of weighing each other down by upending and destabilizing our physical safety from a fulcrum controlled by a prankster.  It is a View of the Horizon that is piloted from a helm were we course true, providing our passengers and cargo with a calm voyage.  The essence of maintaining balance and steering through the challenges is of a subtle nature.  We hold ourselves to a mutually-stabilizing relationship where we are as one, caring as much for our neighbors' security as for our own.  We have no other mission, if we are Captain.  We have a solid pattern of processing the pressures and by working with them, we grow equal to the challenge.  We  sense the disturbances as we mature, from another perspective.  We act in response to those subtleties we detect as the result of our experience and insight.  In four years of being "talked down to" by a pretentious manipulator of trusting, child-like fools, I am no longer concerned that I might be critiqued by his supporters.  I observe Mitt Romney as a much ridiculed Captain capable of owning the bridge.  While his critics take lower level aim at minor limits in Romney's effort, it grows clear that the level this Nation has been able to achieve in the past twelve years is nowhere near the normal aims of Americans at their best.  In  Romney, I detect the levelling gravitas that will neither question nor dismiss without consideration.  He shows promise of being able to restore balance and provide the rest of us with a solid footing beyond which we can exercise our rights and process the divinity that drives us to greatness.

Recent history has conditioned me to be prepared to learn - from some cuckheld media hack - that Telemundo, Univision is in for some VERY unpleasant pressure in retaliation for being legitimate for the Camera while the preener in chief was doing them the favor of appearing for what were supposed to be softballs.  My brain is proceeding with this story by populating the lead-up to this image with the subtly flaring pupils engorged by this threat to his King Of The Jungle status.  The Predator is being "disrespected" by a woman, a creature of no worth except in her usefulness to him who must now be sacrificed as a cold-chilling message to her employers.  She'll get hers.  We must expect that instead of doing his present job of commanding the forces of the Free World to bring the riots in the Middle East under control, the brain of Barak Obama is in predator mode, plotting his take-down of this "How DARE she get eye to eye with me?"

Where Is Hillary?

Has Dr. Susan Rice Co-Opted Secretary Of State in the vacumn created by Hillary Clinton's inability to "reconcile" her relationships with the World Leaders she knows and who know her, with the callous disregard for relationships demonstrated - moreover exhalted - by Obama and his advisors?  I have never considered that the Occupant of the Oval Office even entertains either Clinton's advice much less allows them to influence his policies except as the foil driving his shark-jumping ever higher.

When Rice, rather than Hillary Clinton, faced the Sunday Morning "News" programs with the spin on the murder of an Ambassador in service to the Secretary's boss, the President, at whose pleasure and nothing more, she performs, she failed to acknowledge the significance of the black flag of Al Qaida now flying over the embassy and consulate of the United States.  If she were being taxed as a corporate entity handing over her cashflow to the "bureau" while another company's marquee was lighted in substitution over the place of business, she would, likewise, be held accountable for what she and "the bureau" represented as their "business."

We have Certified Public Accountants in this Nation.  We are reassured that a C.P.A., under pain of loss of certification, would comply with the certification procedures proscribed by his profession, and in the interest of rendering qualified, scrupulous service to clients, would alert the client of irregularities in the preparation of that company's accounts.  In Hillary Clinton, we had hoped to find just such a certified advocate of the relationships We, the People of the United States of America hold respected, with the leaders of the World. 

Forgetting the Hillary bashers and transcending the trauma inflicted by the Democrats and race hustlers on the faithful electorate, we ask the Senate, whose job it is to advise and consent, just where are you guys?  We get it that your jealousy of Mrs. Clinton eased your consciences about the vile treatment she endured as you 'skirted' seniority for malice.  We get that your corrupt leader, Reed, is walking dead with respect to his responsibilities to the businesses of the United States.  We understand debt and we understand faith, fidelity and reconciliation.

We simply ask:  Where is Hillary Clinton, Secretary of State, who won't be having her scheduled breakfast or lunch with the President until tomorrow,  when we need her?  Is she having difficulty "swallowing" the ecstatic ejaculate of the creep on a power trip expounding on the superiority of Islam and his Muslim Brotherhood?  Is Bill not ready to take full reign of the powers that the White House dismisses?  Are we not, as sovereigns, empowered with the reason, the integrity and the cognizance of our self worth, prepared to reject the mismanaged crisis that is the Middle Eastern Muslim Brotherhood ratcheting up that of the Chicago Black Panthers another notch? 

If it is possible that the Forces of Hope and Change can hijack a party, commandeer an election aided and abetted by a complicit "for show" Media, then it is readily obvious to me that Bubbles, Blossom and Buttercup, the Power Puff Girls are, likewise, still in this game and can well make the World safe again, for Democracy, Peace and Prosperity by bedtime.  Wikipedia defines the protest films now emanating from the Middle East as Tokusatsu and Suit Acting video in which a super-monster played by Men In Suits threatens the SmallTown USA with animal rage.  This Godzillian Monster grows in stature by exposure to the Almighty Camera, the Imager.  It is in 'screening' the footage of these Kabuki KISS-dubbed dialogue performers that we are entertained and amused by the simplicity and innocence of these Muslims.  Hey, wasn't that a trailor for a Hollywood Movie produced by Sam Bacile whose name is printed - in English - on plaquards being brandished by the latest mob of Anti-American demonstrators in Thailand?  These, for the first time, include Women.  Thus I understand:  The innocence of Muslims is not unlike the innocence of our First Communicants who are inculcated with the most cynical insights of a carnal underworld deception, believing themselves to be gathered into the protective embrace of Jesus Christ, son of God.

"We call on Islam's youths to take after the lions of Benghazi [in Libya] by pulling down America's flags that are flying over all of its embassies in our capitals," said al-Qaeda in the Islamic Maghreb (AQIM), according to IntelCenter.
AQIM urged people "to burn them [the flags], to stomp them underfoot, and to kill its [US] ambassadors and representatives or expel them and purge our land of their filth in revenge for the honour of the best of mankind," referring to Islam's Prophet Mohammed.
(emphasis, Mine.) 

Obama, born in August under the sign of Leo, being the young lion pushing his elders out in a violent coup that leaves his female colleagues every bit as insulted and outraged and vengeful as his Muslim and Black Bros.

As the secular vendetta of the American Civil Liberties Union continues to brutalize all that is traditional and spiritual in our Nation, we are driven out of our own rites of passage, Fathers denied the traditional rite of dancing with a Daughter about to be inducted into the upper class in a highschool in Providence RI, a Mother jailed for permitting her children to play in the cul-de-sac, we wonder: Where THE FUCK is Hillary? Where is the Woman who was ready on Day One, to process and provide us with the leadership that could spur us onto ever greater interaction with the best in each of us? Where are the Parents of Chelsea who drew and enforced a line between their chld and the predatory Press Corpse (spelled as Obama pronounces it?) Where is the Friend of Dianne Feinstine steeped in Senate Tradition and Status, elected with her colleague, Barbara Boxer as California's first Women to the Senate? Where are Olympia Snow, Susan Collins and HRC's successor, Kristen Gillebrand? And finally, where are the Soccer Moms of this Country when the President of the United States goes on Late Night with David Letterman to express his expectation that the Muslim Countries would protect our State Department employees working in their embassies? Late Night with Letterman, as though SOMEBODY ELSE is supposed to impersonate the Commander in Chief? To drunks, dopers and bleary-eyeds seeking entertainment as they fall asleep, rather than the light of day and sober recognition of the gravity of the current conditions in the Middle East?!!! WTF????

Foaming The Runways For TooBigToFail Banks

This is what makes me ever more consolidated in my awareness that I chose not to be a part of the Change ushered in by the Fraud Mob.  I've listened to this podcast and instead of becoming enraged, I am simply more consolidated in the realization that I am not part of this, not a citizen of the country described here.  I am a drop-out not infected by the plague they describe, by the "play to pay" thugs pushing people around.  I'm restored to passive resistance to authoritarian bullies.
Geithner-Obama: foaming the runway for the banks  is a 2 part podcast that reflects two professionals speaking rationally and yet, somehow ACCEPTING that these fuckers are getting away with this.  (Because one cannot suppress the murderous emotion that any actual reaction would trigger.)  Seduced to comply.  Urged to "play."  Look over there in Libya.  Play with Mobsters.  It follows that when they behead you in their lustful, unrestrained threat trip, remember:  You Chose Them.  I did not.

Foaming The Runway: Part 2 how the "Wise Guys" play the Gay.  When I was a single mom trying to have a life in Midtown Atlanta in the Eighties, I was surrounded by gays.  It became clear to Women that the men who weren't gay, nevertheless "played" those who were, because if you didn't at least play along with the same sex movement, you were unemployable, unfriendable, unloveable.  You were gay or you were enslaved.  You female children, poverty and rejection were your lunch.  Men who had left their wives and families for their gay lovers now moved their young teen sons into their homes to inculcate them with the gay lifestyle values.  As a wife, I had been fed the same bullshit by the jerk who used me as a stepping stone to his personal acquisition tour.  Community Property?  Good luck fighting me. 

You're not seeing what you're looking at.  We tell you what you are seeing.  We demand that you ignore how much it hurts and how insulting it is and what criminal malice is driving this, and just EAT IT!!!!   We make the rules.  We change them to keep ourselves on top.  You are racist if you question us.  Oh, and the only thing worse than being racist is being "homophobic." 

Again, I don't play, don't agree, don't want to live in a universe where these perps are considered human beings.

The PRESS Bull Dogging By PRESSURE

I begin this pjase of my day with gentle kindness in my heart, as I am compressed ever more consolidating with the Americans + EYES = Pass on the inferior "merchandise" pedaled by the White House Press Corpse.  In recent days, I have found myself spelling the Corpse the way the Occupant of the Oval Office pronounces it.  Face it:  this prick has willfully, maliciously and criminally locked onto the Muslim Brotherhood Agenda.  His is the personification of the reason our Founding Fathers specifically required that the president, the EYE of the needle and the point of the Apex through which we, as a wedge of the PI join what is the circle of the world community, must be a naturally-born American citizen without dual citizenship nor any aspect that would compromise or distort his (or her) loyalty to this Country and its Constitution.

I track back to my initial reaction to the facts I gleaned while performing my due diligence in evaluating the candidates offered for my consideration in 2008.  With no regard to his race nor his personality I had these objections to electing barak obama during that particular cycle:

1. Who WAS he and who were his People?  After nearly twenty years, I knew virtually all the other guys, and Mrs. Clinton.  Obam was a lockbox.  Nobody knew who he worked with except 60's Anti-American radicals, Bill Ayers and Bernadette Dohrn, in whose living room his first political campaign was launched, Antoin Rezko, fundraiser/link to winning elections in Chicago.  Oh, and as the campaign unfolded, others who proved to be his "friends" included Ted Kennedy, John Kerry, Harry Reed, Bob Casey - well established Clinton rivals who would have their own ideas about their candidate's administrative appointments.  Oh, yes...and the American Media.  The combined influences of the hot shot young guy movement joined by the corrupted - (my expertise extends to the concrete awareness of the use of "recreational" contraband by the well-paid / incestuous operatives posing as journalists presently occupying positions intended for professional reporters) Press Corpse who were bizarly laughable in their unrestrained infatuation - no, WORSHIP of Oprah's crush.*
2. Reared in a police state, in a Muslim household, where his role models for political power were dictatorial, this entity was not bearing - to my view - the right stuff to be capable of understanding American Patriots.
3. Sequestered himself in the protective cloak of insanely abusive, overbearing defenders who savagely attacked anybody who questioned him.  In the "Progressive NutRoots and the American Media of 2008, we saw the nurtured seedlings of the full blown rioting, blood-thirsty mobs of Sharia addled, Viagara-induced males raging hormonally for who the fuck knows what?
4. Was an undistinguished, unaccomplished (certainly compared to Hillary Clinton) academic whose background records were mysteriously sealed from inspection raising alarming flags as to the validity of his qualifications with respect to the likelihood that my own primary values aligned with his.  Refrain: the unholy, explosive assault on any questioning of his credibility by his inexplicably expanding coterie of "friends." 
5. The intolerant beligerence of my own friends and colleagues who made no pretense of professionalism in their demeanor toward me.  I was - forget disrespected - verbally assaulted by men shouting me down and in a threatening, domineering posture, representing the results of the Rules and Bylaws Committee as a "Fair and Square" WIN of the Democratic Nomination!
6. The number of Democrats who - to my face - expect to pedal sophomoric misrepresentations of his Apology Tour as though I'm stupid enough to trust them after the major stiffing they laid on me in 2008 and that I'm stupid enough to indulge their pretense of faith in his competence.  Drink the Kool Aid, Party On.

Since the first salvo of the mob uprisings in Egypt and the death of our Ambassador to Libya, Christopher Smith, the lack of awareness demonstrated by Obama shows me he's attempting to appear presidential while failing, utterly, to do his job today, working harder at preserving his job to complete his bullshit operation with a second term. 

Here's my point:  Except for the fact that I am a Woman of substance, character and leadership integrity, conditioned to expect men to cheat me out of my earnings, apply a double standard and induce my own mothers, sisters and female friends to buy into their duplicity, if I were Barak Obama, seeing people falling so readily for my thin resume, defending me so irrationally, handing me their highest symbols of recognition without my so much as doing anything except to whine that I'm not getting an even easier path to their valuables, I would be hard-pressed to restrain myself from taking full advantage and simply letting them provide me cover while I party with my bros.

Agent-Swollen Talent Masquerades as Reporters

The ties between Mr. Romney and Mr. Netanyahu stand out because there is little precedent for two politicians of their stature to have such a history together that predates their entry into government. And that history could well influence decision-making at a time when the United States may face crucial questions about whether to attack Iran’s nuclear facilities or support Israel in such an action.

http://www.nytimes.com/2012/04/08/us/politics/mitt-romney-and-benjamin-netanyahu-are-old-friends.html?pagewanted=all


The separation of church and state refines a notch: we really should divide and separate business and the 4th Estate.  As we are reminded via countless emails soliciting our contributions, the Presidential Candidates are "raising" billions in cash contributions earmarked for the television commercial industry.  These same entities who have scaled back their news operations to Rip-And-Re post tweets and blogger quips, rake in advertising revenues from political campaigns that would "make" any retailer's year.  The pricks could - literally - go on vacation for the next two years with the cash flow the campaigns guarantee them.  In the process, they make - what I have come to recognize - every effort to obscure the facts and misrepresent the opponents. 

As a consumer of news, I expect the news divisions of television broadcast media to know the difference between celebrating personalities and scrutinizing them.  For the screaming lust to explode the cost to the American People of having their elections covered, the media (which I pointedly deny capitalizing) might, at the very least, grow in their professional substance.  So frequently have I been "challenged" by my fauxgressive critics as fascist, that I have, ultimately, disengaged from political discourse except here, where my comments stand for the reviewer to judge. 

Witnessing Laura O'Donnell's performance on this morning's CBS network morning offering, my perspective crystallized.  As Romney surrogate, Ohio Senator  Rob Portman spoke to the response by the candidate to the Embassy apology, the anchor, supposedly chosen to replace Erica Hill for the ratings boost her White House Credentials carry, instead, did the OAF Campaign dirty work on the air O'Donnell Carries Graft Water. 

Filibustering the question should be the expected and managed job of the reporter.  Instead, the "Journalist" herself, did the filibuster.  She stepped on Portman's reply with not only an interruption by defending the White House response with the flimsiest interpretation of the "timeline," she proceeded to READ WORD FOR WORD the Bologna served up by her "fellow talking heads" in reaction - not response - to the facts.  To Portman's credit, he remained a steadfast gentleman, not unlike the Candidate he is training, and was respectful but knowing toward the CBS fool.  O'Donnell considers Americans mooches sucking up everything dispensed by the media.  She considers it her job, as does Chris Matthews, to ensure the success of the obama presidency (capitalizing deliberately withheld.) 

Despite crass moves, the needle on CBS morning news show ratings sticks squarely off the radar.  The broadcast companies are so jazzed by the cash they rake in from the political campaigns that they are inured to the truth about why their ratings lag.  Truth in Broadcasting.  They pulled O'Donnell's predecessor from CNN and O'Donnell herself from MSNBC.  Both these concerns began losing viewers when their transparent adoration of the Cult of Personality, Indonesian-reared, Communist grandson of a non-Hilo Banker became an issue with Viewers.

Americans who "pay" with their attention, who lend Eye and Ear to the tube lest a grain of truth emerge to flag the course-realignment of our politics, expect as much for "Paying Attention" as they might for money they would have paid in better times.  Reporters, like teachers,  have traditionally been professional bastions of uprightness despite their subsistence-level incomes.  In the News Business, traditionally, the Editors, Publishers and Ad Executives were flush from their compensation.  The 'talent' was on the street, hungry for the IS.  The consumer understands that.  First Bush appealed to them to go out and spend ourselves out of depression over the September 11 paradigm tectonic shift of the ground underfoot.  Next he unleashed predatory credit card companies to arbitrarily change their agreements with card holders, yanking the rug out from under them with adjusted maximums, fees and percentage hikes.  Overnight, a card-holder whose credit limit was $5,000, was downgraded to $2,500 with a balance somewhere north of that.  Immediately, the creditor was now hit with $40 over-limit-fees, doubled minimum payments that caused unavoidable late fees such that, in mere weeks, despite having made no transactions, the card-holder saw his balance  mushroomed.

O'Donnell now joins the Sorority of Women who, obama's 'you didn't do that all by yourself,' taunts not-with-standing, believe that they, uniquely, achieved their status.  More about her hair and make-up and her moving in circles with the elite media chums, my "sister" Norah leaves me insulted as a consumer of news.  I know the difference, now, in large part due to her, between a journalist and an Agent-represented News Personality.  The ground-breaking precedent for this condition was Barbara Walters when she turned to a professional media agent to shift her out of the status of grunt nigger on the Today Show set to appropriately compensated workhorse of the News Room.  Those of us who grew up watching Walters' rise in the News Universe also recognize that she set and maintained a standard of performance and integrity that made her stand out among her peers.  So solid was her reporting and the obvious support she received from those who chose to sit for her interviews, that her million dollar demands were echoed by her viewers.  Of course, I now recognize, a fellow Cult Hero grows in stature as his tide-riding craft colleagues rise.  The further the likes of O'Donnell, Pelosi and Oprah go, the further they can carry their little prince.  Unfortunately for them, the cad is a bad boyfriend, racking them up as his latest conquest, neither unique nor respected by either colleagues or voters.

Game Over, Sistahs.  Guess what's likely to happen to the CBS Morning viewers.  They'll find a link to a Fox News item and will learn a number of points that would have never come from the mouths of any CBS rip-n-reader.  The types of statements made on Fox are so foreign to consumers of network news that they are stunned with the level of disparity between the respective news "camps."  Out of initial curiosity, they stay "tuned" and find themselves satieted, for the first time in longer than they can remember, by something other than obama worship.

Like the ecumenicals of the sixties, the "catholics" of the network news air are suddenly aware that they are not alone in heaven.  The shock of discovering intelligent, beautiful women of all races and nationalities, accomplished prosecutors, investigators, clerks and researchers on camera throughout the day, SPEAKING THEIR MIND, unfettered by management, uncensored and unrelenting in their derision of the colluding flunkies of the press corpse, is riveting.  The once-dyed-in-the-blood bot is so close to "artificial intelligence" that electronic mirroring is inescapable.  The "yes, we canners" are possessed of tuning forks now struck with a resonnant chorde previously jamned by the network quacks.  Universal truthiness rings clarion.  Revielle summons the citizen to get out of bed with the failing, propped-up pretense for leadership and take up the call to duty and service.


So ground into subordination to the moneyed pursuits fighting like putbulls to control every last drop of spit have we become, that the Spirit of American dna is unable to resist the tune.  We needn't "Pay Attention," we are stricken, as though by a chorde from the pipe organ, with the sounding of the opening blast of the Show Tune Overture.  The music's about to change, Americans.  The Pop Hit of 2008 is as unceremoniously shoved off his perch as any playground bully when his victim's mother shows up to defend the security of her "play nice" kid.  Under Mitt Romney's sound guidance, this bully's translucency is exposed for what it is:  the tip of the greed iceburg, no longer to be fed by our $3.00 raised to $5 or $10 reflex response to his appeal for protection from meanies.    

Meandering - An Old Man River Approach To Writing

The Uppity Woman Blog is closed for renovations, and timed to avoid political discussion during this season of mourning for the Administration that might have been.  Through her blogroll, I have grown acquainted with steadfast souls who espouse some things with which I am not in full agreement, but we share other things, like love for CATS and home grown vegetables.  The most important thing we share, however, is an atmosphere of willingness to suspend the rules of politics while we delve more intelligently into the manner in which our country's elections are mismanaged by the media super-models chosen, not for their brains, but for the way their icons sell. 

While Uppity and her designers look at finishes, learn their orders are held up and disagree over window placement, I'm holding up o.k. thanks for asking.  I Continue to contribute to the Majority United, and feel joy anytime BJ pipes in with an update.  But I'm witnessing the evolution of the Ones sidelined by the "One's" desperate need to beat the girl. 

I used to run road races.  I met lots of cool people who weren't competitively driven to cover the mile in under 5 minutes, but I saw a few who were.  They got trophies and recognition at the awards ceremonies and were often paid just to show up and run at bigger events.  When new runners announced plans to take up training for, say, a 10 K or a Marathon, they received enthusiastic support.  Runners' Groups found joy in each others' achievements.  Who won the "race" wasn't typically that big a deal.  There were always several races scheduled for any given weekend and a runner who needed the trophy more than the challenge could choose the "off" race instead of the ones better competitors were likely to attend.  Thus, a rising "star" in the racing flats could build a name and a "track record" to bring along to the bigger, classic events that were such an experssion of big time profile that it was the only race in town, so to speak, that day.  At these races:  the New York City and Boston Marathons, the Peachtree Road Race, the Breakers To The Bay, etc.  the winners were instant celebreties and the world's top runners often paced the ready-for-prime-time contenders for their debut win.  When Men and Women competed on the same course, without any distinction between their starts, distances, etc.  only the clock noted when a runner crossed the finish line and the finishers were ranked accordingly. 

Somewhere along the line, registrants are divided, for trophy purposes, into Men and Women Runners and 1st, 2nd, 3rd place finishers are further divided into age categories based on divisions like Under 12, 18 to 20, 20-25, Over 40, 50, 60 and even Clydesdales (over 200#) for the purpose of recognizing challenging personal physical limitations.  Wheelchair, Special and otherwise appreciated participants lobbied for distinctions that expanded the field, the reviewers and recognition, which became the basis for studying the improved times of these competitors when permitted to compete among every day Joe. 

I often cheered on runners who finished their own race then doubled back to the field and located their friends to complete the trek as support escorts.  These racers had to "run off" their final kick pace to wind back down anyway, so they gave their buddies that special "kiss" of aura that could blend with their own finishing determination to better their times.  Female runners were often surrounded by several men to protect them from being "fouled" by competitors to deny them victory.  I once witnessed a guy whose running coterie found his whole training adventure a source of amusement and could see him closing in on the finish line on pace with the first woman about to cross.  He was "cheering himself on" under his breath, his body language all but chanting, "Beat The Girl, Beat The Girl."  Many male runners admitted that they were neither contenders nor wanna-bes but they enjoyed supporting female runners who entered the "All Comers" events with an egalitarian pleasure in watching women find their bliss in speed.  I don't recall ever entering a race that had a separate division for skin of any color.  I know the jokes about the Ethiopians who always won, about the track and field people who didn't run road/distance races because they weren't "sanctioned" and it would disqualify them from their own competitions should the ruling body learn of their participation.  I smiled at the events where the 70 year old competitor was coming in hours after the others had already completed their run, downed their o.j. and bananas, even showered and changed for the awards ceremony and the applause he received was out of respect for his determination and will. 

These fields of race-runners/walkers/wheelchair/special competitors were as diverse as society itself.  They were anonymous.  They were winning by participating.  They were making fitness part of their lives and balancing the stress of the rest of their challenges with the healing power of exercise, friendly competition and fellowship.  Some of the front-runners were extreme, but guided by sportsmanship.  The judges and race officials - over time - mastered crowd control and spectators, clocks and calendars.  Events were typically held in the early morning at parks or venues chosen for their scenic quality as well as the challenges presented by gradation, surfaces and accessibility.  But, mostly, to me, they were exercises in dynamics.  An event staged for next week would come together, explode with activity as it unfolded, then disappear without a trace.  People passing by would learn, too late, what was going on and while they might wish they'd known in time, they are drawn to the scene and invited to be part of the next one.  Thus an event gathers momentum and grows. 

Such was the 2008 election.  Thanks God (Hey, Noemi:) we won't have another one like that any time soon.  The World learned about American Politics and friendships ended, families were divided, religions were tested.  Last Saturday night, a group of my brother's family and friends got together for pizza and wine.  He made pizzas while we talked about lots of things.  We all knew each other and when the political stuff began, we all "went to our corners" and awaited the "bell" that inevitably rang us into the rink with our traditional yelling and insulting.  But something different happened that night.  Instead of the a-political and kids demanding we shut up and get back to "partying," those who didn't want to "party with us" went home and we, who needed to, talked politics.  We yelled and disagreed.  We took each other to task.  We talked at, over and down to each other.  We were obnoxious.  But as we broke up and started for our cars, one of the participants said, "This was fun."  For the first time since that toxic scourge, Barack Obama, poisoned the waters of our political discourse, we were no longer Bush/Cheyney haters or defenders, no longer Clinton lovers/bashers.  We were all clamoring to be heard and laughing at the spectacle as we "heard" each other for the first time.  I suspect it was a lot like the days when Republicans and Democrats could be in the same room without fear of being singled out as a "sympathizer."  Since the divisive antics of the cabals who used money to destroy the conversation, we haven't had any such exchange.  We've witnessed the explicitly personal, single-issue closed-mindedness, correct/incorrect, race-baiting, agenda driving incivility that has been the landscape of American Political Discourse.

Today, from the banks of the meandering river, I am simply aware that through floods, over dams, under bridges and into swirling pools, we can flow.  We can flow north or south and come together at a Confluence, where - for a moment in the progression - we get to one side or the other in preparation to either change direction or keep on going.  But at the Confluence, we are all one river formed from two who were formed from springs and tributaries and precipitation from storms.  We don't merge for the long haul, but because we are all of the same fluid essence, we melt, meld and move as one, a current.  And we get to the bank where we have elected to emerge to resume our life on Land.  We are the Empire, the credit for being enough like everybody else to get along until we could get ahead.  We had a little fear of water, a little apprehension about lightening and thunder which was alleyed by those floating boats, barges, rafts and driftwood all around us.   But it was all downstream from where we began and we had a great picnic day ahead of us.  So, to take a break from floating, we docked, disembarked and fellowshipped with the others on the trek. 

Click, snap, snap, click, click, shutter, whirrrr, buzz.  I'm being photographed.  Half the rafters have pulled over and are already on shore holding their pricey cameras clicking away as the rest of us pick our way across the rocks to solid banks.  They are waiting for the show to start on the other shore where a rock formation presents a platform for the "activists."   They are climbing the rock, poised momentarily for the cameras across the water, then plunging, plunking, splashing and otherwise tickling the dragons observing their dives.  In them, we see ourselves.  About my ears, I hear a rise....murmers of "This is Annie." reach my schizophrenic consciousness in synchrony with a swimmer on the rock, removing her bikini top which she twirls like a Terrible Towel as she drops playfully into the river.  I know this happened in 1982, Memorial Day Weekend, on the Chatahoochie.  Like lots of other things I know and heard back in August of 1980 before Jimmy Carter was voted out of the White House, I also felt it was time in another time.  I was taking notes.  Under pressure, I wrote about Bain, about things I couldn't possibly have known, before the internet was a reality, I was aware of voices watching me.  I was aware of currents carrying me.  And I was aware of obstacles, undercurrents, quicksand, drunken boaters, Ski-Doos and Row, Row, Rowers gently down-streaming.  My EYES cross with the pressure, still, but I get the sense that the order is establishing itself and everything will come together just so, and this Nation of Political Animals will go back to doing what we do in a dynamic environment until we can re-connect for a collaborative event that will attract "new-to-the-genre" initiates and take on a magnetism that will keep us together for the work.