Instructed by my cards to restore the head-to-head shuffle in order to allow inverted card readings, I begin today. I'm now to read the Knight of Pentacles reversed as Twitter. It's been so long since I've worked the cards this way I have to consult the guide book to refresh my memory about the meanings when the cards come up this way. 9 of Pentacles was the first. This is 10 of Cups:

In today's reading, King of Swords, inverted, I'm told is the Deep State: Cruelty, Perversity, Barbarity, Perfidy, Evil Intention. It anchors the Spine of the Celtic Cross side bar. The Ten of Cups inverted prompted me to look up the meanings of Perfidy (Faithless, Disloyal, Treachery) and Prodigy (Miracle in the Offing, Extraordinary Deed or Accomplishment) Used in an example, "P.G. Wodenhouse describes how character named Pongo Twistleton was performing prodigies with the [Billiard] cue." I'm riveted by the kill box used by Q to flag a message, that DJ is both Derek Johnson (Military Laws & Executive Orders, & Communications) and Donald J Trump now morphed into one sense. The Upright King of Swords, I was shown yesterday, is Silver or Asset Backed Currency. The spelling is the Magic. They were "Telling the Truth" with all their howling about how "WE'RE" (meaning THEM) losing our Democracy. Their Democracy is a Representative Democracy which, we're taught, is the form of Democracy observed in the US. Congress and the Senate representing the People. They ignore the People who are also the Citizens of the Republic on a State/Commonwealth level and consider themselves the Federal Democracy - which history tells us always degenerates into dictatorship with the "majority rule" dismissive of the other views. In their practice, with the Majority, they were free to ignore the first rule of Politics: "What Goes Around Comes Around," and to protect their majority at any cost. That's simply what they mean when they warn "We are losing our Democracy!" For years, I saw in the design of the inverted Ten of Cups, two dark eyes and a guilty grin which always made me relive the look given to me anytime someone I trusted betrayed me. The look conveys that the eyes acknowledge the trust being knowingly broken by a cravenly selfish person "looking out for Number One." A Spouse, Friend, Business Partner, anyone in a good faith relationship who makes this choice is saying, "You were asking for it. You should have been suspicious." These losers fail to understand the mutual trust dictum, the vow, the Oath. We both learn from the treachery and going forward, never miss the queues given off by one who, when in the advantageous position, will absolutely cheat. Today's reading continues "up the spine" with the Ten of Wands, a burdened but detemined servant approaching a community that will, justly, suffer the rods of God. Perfidy: the clones, the trans, the RINOs, the corporate media, the "not what we're led to believe" have never not known us to trust. Have never not known crime to pay. Have never doubted their "Beyond Reproach" status. Bush wasn't incurious; he knew what was happening. Biden isn't arrogant, he believes his half century of fraud will be arranged to last yet another term. Though we all wish to see progress, we know we are blessed to still be dancing, to be observing the protocol as we continue to maintain the balance between what we learn and what we believe.

Marie Chose Homelessness

It's that time of year when we don't need the extra quilt and blanket, we're sleeping with the windows open and waking to the sound of birds chirping. So I was ready to not only change the sheets on the bed, but to swap out the spread and shams, dust under and behind the beds and put the off-season stuff into Space Bags and get them up to the attic so we can be refreshed and ready for Summer. In my little town, off the beaten path and out of the way of the trendy traffic, I can park right in front of the Post Office, buy my birdseed at Agway while also visiting the Farmer's Market where one can set up a table for free, buy a sipper at a fancy coffee shop or incredible pastry and icecream at a bakery. This little town has nothing to attract the general public and yet serves anyone who takes the Main Street Extension to just explore and get those hard-to-find items. At the ACE Hardware that's been here forever, I was finally able to duplicate the keys for my son't 80 year old front door lock that couldn't be found at any Walmart, Lowes or Home Depot Key machines. One may just spend some reading time in the library who will happily courier the book you want from any of the dozen other county facilities and let you know they're holding it for you at the desk. They give you online access to electronic resources nation-wide so I was able to follow the entire Outlander Series, including all the little side novellas and "back story" audiobooks without spending a fortune. I hadn't discovered this series until 2018 when NPR announced the results of their poll of the best 100 books of the last Century and Outlander was the top-listed. How did I not know about it? So I went online to my library's electronic resources and downloaded the audiobook. When I buy with my audible.com credits, the books cost me $14.95 and I subscribe monthly. I usually look for books that run about 18 hours or longer so when I see that Outlander books run into the 40 and 45 hour length - quite the money's worth for your credit - I'm stunned. Not only does it take 45 hours of listening to hear the more than 40 chapters, it takes listening all day every day for the two weeks the library loans the audiobook in order to finish the book by the time it is due to be returned. But Diana Gabaldon wrote and published 8 of the books in the series which first appeared to the reading public in 1991. Intermittently thereafter, July 1, 1992, December 1, 1993, December 30, 1996, November 6, 2001, September 27, 2005, September 22, 2009, June 10, 2014, November 23, 2021, another sequel followed and fans waited patiently for the four or five years for the next installment to appear. In 2014 it seemed the series was complete - except that Gabaldon revealed that #9 in the series was in the works along with #10. Now it took nearly 5 years for BEES to be delivered and by then, having already audited the entire series I am waiting with everyone else to see how the cliffhanger of William riding to the Ridge to cry for help from Jamie and Claire turns out, and enduring "Droughtlander" by re-listening to all the books. It puts me in a new place, a place where I can more appreciate what the Pioneers, Patriots and Pilgrims contributed to the founding of these United States. Americana in full blast shows throughout the series and displays the spiritual struggle of people living with Integrity, insisting on being free from Tyrranical rulers who tax and threaten them. Courage-driven every-day people So I find myself with my about-to-be-stored bedding at the Laundromat where large front-loaders offer quick turn-around for the oversized quilts and bedspread. Recently Arcade type video games showed up at this location, offering kids a place to play under a well-lit, camera-secured roof where the biggest washing machines make those oversized items as simple to launder as towels and socks. So that's where I go, probably once each season, to start my "spring cleaning" stuff in earnest. Last winter, when I was getting the Christmas linens and blankets washed, I noted a woman standing outside near the entrance "preaching" to the otherwise empty parking lot save for the recently plowed piles of snow. At the time, I thought her a little crazy; supposed the police kept an eye on her and hoped she had a warm, secure home to go to at closing time. I found myself there Saturday making the trip a threefer, dropping off my library books, buying birdseed and finch food then getting the quilts and blankets into an oversized machine at said laundromat. There she was, folding her jeans and making a neat little pile on the table while she acknowledged me and smiled. She was looking out the window and noticed that I still had my Trump bumper sticker on my rear windshield, parked next to her vehicle. She pointed out that she, likewise, had several Trump-supporting stickers on her car. She, being a black woman, got a lot of flack as the result. "So why should I not?" she wondered, "I'm a Republican!" Apparently, that's the problem, say those she can no longer call friends. "I now live in a "Commonwealth!" she adds, "but I have no idea what a Commonwealth is." I assured her that Butler County, where she was, is strongly Republican. She reveals that she now lives in her car and had to pack her laundry carefully in order to leave room for "living;" she could no longer endure the negative atmosphere of her $90,000/yr job in Washington D.C. and had to move out of her bedroom community home in Louden County, Virginia. She was no longer using her Ph.D. in Economics and found work with a temporary agency programming the road signs and replacing the batteries in the orange-striped plaquards and barrels with the blinking lights found in Road Construction zones. (Little did she realize she was in the jackpot zone of road construction - Pennsylvania.) It became evident to her that she required a cash-flow job in order to catch up on her car payments which she confessed were four months behind. It was a nice enough car, I didn't pay attention to what kind it was but it certainly didn't seem like one for which her monthly payments should have exceeded the $600 she said she was having difficulty meeting. Christ, for that she could get something she could "live in" like a Cadillac or a previously owned van! As she folded her jeans, she engaged me in conversation explaining how she came to be in this place. I asked her where she parks her car when she sleeps and she explained it was a movie theatre parking lot. She seemed more and more rational and less the crazy I thought her to be a few months earlier when I observed her Preaching to the Wind. An acquaintance had urged her to attend a church service with her, but her instincts told her this wouldn't be for her and she declined. So my suggestion that her church might help her find safer, warmer shelter wouldn't work. This woman was doing what I had done forty years ago: climbing out of the Rabbit Hole that is the insanity of a section of society. Rejection and humiliation escorted by the realization that this just wasn't right drove her to innoculate herself through isolation. Yet she longed for companionship, gentle reassurance, affirmation that she was a woman of principle and cherished.

Make America Great Again Does To The Republican Party What Progressives Did To the Democrat Party

MOLLIE HEMINGWAY, THE FEDERALIST: "I think the Republican party probably needs to understand the reason why its prospects are so good is because Donald Trump kind of reshaped the party into a working-class multiracial party and that is why they're going to have electoral success and they should acknowledge that and understand why people are moving to their party in a way they didn't before."

Such as I realized at the North Jersey Republican Party Watch Gathering during the Trump Acceptance Speech at the Republican National Convention in August 2020. During the leadup to the speech, we applauded the many candidates for local office who differed from what I had perceived Republicans to be in several ways. Women who owned their owned businesses, Real Estate Agents, Retired and Active Reserve Military many among them starkly different from the previous norm, white, country club, buttoned-down conservatives. I sat at table with three men in uniform who were quite enthused about the impact they were confidant they would have on their communities once elected. Likewise, a terribly rude woman at the table next to the buffet in a voice laced with hostility threatened me that I should remove my fingertips from the table at which she was seated. This was a nice restaurant and we met some lovely young people at the bar who asked what all these name-tagged people were doing here. We chatted amiably as we waited for our drinks and as we paid for out cocktails, the man who acknowledged that he was a Democrat confided that the Democrats have lost their minds. As the line for the food got to the buffet, and the nasty black woman demanded that I remove my finger from her table, my companion - a feisty independent Trumper, her temper heated up - wanted to engage her. There I was, a step from the first item on the buffet, hungry and eager for what was a lavish spread of some promising tidbits, about to witness a confrontation I sorely wanted to avoid. Gripping her shoulders,I turned her towards the food and used the most calming, reassuring voice I had to defuse the tension. But there it was, a stark demonstration of what now drives the Democratic Party with hate in even the most elegant, civilized setting. In turn, Working Class people with an educated understanding of economic influence on communities were stepping forward to take up activism in a positive, self-guided leadership role. Not seeking to recruit triggered supporters, they express their ideas intelligently, letting the audience make wise choices and on the strength of President Trump's message, were doing so within the framework of the Republican Party. As I looked around, I saw none of what once said "Republican" to me: no yellow ties, no blazers and khakis, no ladies with big hair and jewelry. What I saw were the kind of folks who hold down a couple jobs and volunteer to coach Little League, empty nesters able to devote newly acquired free time to their passion and neighbors who immigrated to New Jersey who were solidly American and loving their new country for all the reasons they left where they had lived.

The Terrans

I'm reading this piece on the 40 of Elon Musk's 49 satellites being shot down by the Deep Staters in Northern Italy. Much of this evening's reading and podcast watching has me thinking about the Voltares of the Twilight stories. Michael Jaco says General Flynn is not "readable" and he gets a blank when attempting to "remote view" him. Of course, this was what was happening with Edward, who can read everyone's minds, including the Wolves, but he cannot read Bella's. They discover laterduring conversation with a visiting vampire volunteering to fight with the Cullens against the Voltares, that she is a "Shield." She's able to extend and project that special "power" with concentration and practice to protect all her people from the Voltares. Thor Han Eredyon, a Galactic Federation Source of Elena Danaan, explains that the SkEYES were targeted by TERRANS in service to themselves who try at every turn to foil Musk. Han acknowledges that Musk is in a partnership with the Federation working to release heretofore classified technology to humanity. The location of the source of the attack was Northern Italy, with links to the same crowd that stole the 2020 US Election. Same DoD contractors, same Obama ties, same military hybrid weapons. The Media is building up the prospects of World War III breaking out in the Ukraine. The satellites launched by StarLink were intended to provide internet high speed connectivity to rural and challenged locales. Hughes and Viasat, competitors and their parent companies, are the prime suspects behind the destruction of most of the recently-launched devices. In Ottowa, the internet is cut, access to viable fuel and funding are denied and threats of arrest are giving the world a look at Trudeau's insanity. Fox media is openly indicating that he is the bastard son of Fidel Castro. Quality leadership in the RCMP resign over the unconstitutional acts they are asked to commit. Vampires. Glam fantasies. Turns out, they're real. Another "shocker" not so shocking, eh?

Pirate Fée Draguignan

Saturday, September 27, 2014  12:44:34 PM  Pirate Fée advise they’ll play this game.  An EAR for it lets us be part of it, and the training to get here asked faith's share.  The route began with ground afoot as I stepped upon it.  Ground that wound from George, Sister/St. Patron of England, Vincentian Nun we "visit" as we think of vinegar dish wash, Margaret Duda, Old Ladies' Hagiography.  We understand SYNAXARION "Gathering."

Dolmen de Draguignan: Pierre de la Fée  ... 

We begin to sonic understanding.  Language faer - both beauty and skill.  Pirates, Mates of the Jolly Rojo in Cinci today, moved up to the Sunshine from afternoon to day.

With Cutch at bat, JaHey and Travis on base, the swing "Chases." says Greg Brown, (we Hear as "jesus!")


Robin Williams as Genie has joined Bénè in the elephant's foot of Maple Génè.  As promised, the Faeries have "entered" the game prompting Martè to boot a fielding ball.  On Walker, who "looked but didn't see," Mezzaracco scores 3 on them when they could have taken him out of scoring position.  We are shown to see, si si! 

Bénè is still "there" in the Maple, but has become Bénè +. 

Robin wasn't altogether responsible, for his despair overcame him in the prospect of a life even more out of his control than the wildly flailing comic he portrayed.  How often I was moved to consider that had I demonstrated such flightiness, it would have so terrified those who rely on my steadiness that they'd have put me away.

We suppose that it matters that the Voice you trust, to which you listen, be a voice of protective energies, kind and understanding.  Bénè is Papa.  His arms greet his trusting ones as they arrive to his dolman.  What Robin left for us in blue is one he understood well to teach Aladdin... "My pleasure to serve." a master I recognize, not as an authority, but as a Friend who had been there for me and to whom I remain loyal.

The sun took a turn on a play in the Pirates' 3rd and gave the catch to a Punxsutawney kid with the reminder that when Faeries connect, the improbabilities abound.  You feel the vibe when they do.  Everybody does.  But they don't separate it from the unfolding.  They just sense the jingle, unaware of the magnets focused and Etching+ steering and managing.  Gary Reedus (O/F #2) and Bob Walk (rhP #17) discuss "The Book of Stances" and admits his courage bloomed following a error when the "earned run" was off the statistical table.
     

Unloading The Stupified

 They disparage me on my FaceBook page for recognizing what's true and insist on conflating their spin with what is.  Anyone can look at Joe Biden and understand that he's "shot" as Trump observes.  His mental acuity is not just in question;  he's clearly in the early stages of dementia.  He cannot be propped up in the eyes of legitimate citizens any more than the pretentious Obama was.  He's not the President for all as he proclaims.  He's neither capable of bringing about a healing of the nation nor a softening of suspicion in which Middle America holds him.that google map that shows us in a location in the Tasman Sea off the coast of Austrailia. the Location name is 4RJMF2FM+FR i CANnot change the pointsizze, but I can "embolden" text. This content is not available in preview. So, how did I gett here? I had the wrong stick for this keyboard and just recognixed that this is the correct one. I'm going to shift to Word, which I just paid $126 dollars to install as a program I've woned not subscription renewable, but just an upgradable.

Former CIA Director John Brennan An Affront to the Constitution

Given what we have learned about the CIA and its involvement in the coup upon their successful assassination of President Kennedy, Brennan's Washington Post Op Ed in which he bashes Trump for being ALL THE THINGS the CIA has been for 70 years, I am gutted, I tell you, by the pretense these shadow "government" Constitution shredders continue to demonstrate.

In an era when all tech patents granted are immediately classified and all inventions are weaponized by these Nazis-In-American-Guise frauds, I am managing and monitoring my thoughts, endeavoring utterly to control my emotion and transcend this ruse they continue to perpetrate.

 The president “has shown highly abnormal behavior by lying routinely to the American people without compunction, intentionally fueling divisions in our country and actively working to degrade the imperfect but critical institutions that serve us,” Brennan writes.

Having learned where the black - Unacknowledged - budget is really going, how Haliburton has mocked those very "institutions" now callously commandeered by the Brennan & Company Crowd, my instincts tell me that the word "President" can and should be replaced by "the Elite" and any criticism lobbed at Trump by these Shadow thugs now masquerading as Citizens are more likely their cynical attempt to have us "look at this shiny thing" while they continue as Mis-Information distributors to confuse us and make us question whom we can believe, as this Op Ed demonstrates.

Trump defies THEM and therefore puts himself directly in their cross-hairs, just as JFK did by attempting to exercise the authority of the Presidency to implement his policies.  That quote more accurately describes Brennan, the Bushes, Obama and MK Ultra and Contractors enjoying free and unaccounted-for access to US Resources in "kept secret by lethal force" unconstitutional, criminal artifice.

As the Conference In The Desert unfolds, whistle-blower revelations about Antarctica,  Mars, the Moon, and the ancient history of our planet; Government Disclosure, UFO Sightings, Crop Circles and "Need to Know" alternative "news" is offered the thinking, responsible citizen no longer willing to indulge the tactics of ridicule and oppression, the Men In Black threatening and murdering investigators into these more-likely-true-than the bogusnesquesness fed us by those who would be referred to as "our Government."

I'm not afraid to learn that Aliens - or beings of off-planet races - live and exist among us.  I'm not upset that what has been presented as "Science Fiction" is, in fact, actually happening.  I'm not thrilled that the crimes committed in the name of preserving secrecy about technology and access for the elite go unquestioned; but I wish it to be brought to an end.  Let us have the actual reality of what has heretofore been a military-access-only body of information.  Let us arrive at the truth as we are able to understand and process it.  Let us Stand on our Hind Legs as bona-fide Humans, a species to be respected, trusted and recognized for what we bring to life.  Let us no longer take responsibility for the Nazi-mentality that threatens nuclear war, oppresses the good in humanity and enslaves us for their own profit and pretentious extravagance.

Associating Excel with Soul.

Something I understand enough to use for work had frequent episodes of connection to things I study in the area of the Nature of Real/As it appears to me/Energy formations.  The program, part of Microsoft Office, has levels and capabilities to make it applicable to a vast array of life ideas.  It calculates.  It "pictures".  It merges and divides, centers and texts.  It Hides and illustrates. It lets you add or remove columns and rows, and thereby sort your data according to those columns.

It can convert your data to graphs, charts or - I suspect - 3-D.  Because it connects to any other spread sheet you wish with a simple code, I realized, today, that after your data has been sorted, you may copy and paste that data onto a brand new worksheet and sort it according to a different sequence of the columns.  As you work and re-work your data, you discern errors and inaccuracies which you correct upon recognition.  Each correction then globally corrects wherever else that "cell ID-Entity" recognizes itself as a parallel  "probability" which Seth describes.

Body/Soul Partnership

The fate that awaits us is not dependent on our pace, which was pre-ordained before we ever appeared in Human Guise.

                                                                                      Daily Om Today@dailyOM.com

We awaken to the input from that "guise," alerting us that the Human Being s a separate entity from the Soul.  These are partners and operate best within a framework of mutually respectful communication.

Fostering misery, thwarting efforts, and leaving the body during its periods of sleep to enjoy alternative existence as "traveler" is not the Soul's best partnership behavior.  The indifference which Souls appear to demonstrate towards the "gross, dense, 3-D body" is not only offensive to the Human who serves freely and willingly, but denies the essence of  Human Spirituality - ostensibly the manner in which the Soul is learning sensory experience through duality of being.

While most likely it is true that "We Are Souls; We Have Bodies" it seems inappropriate that a Soul, so much more powerful and infinite than its current body, cops an immunity pass and disposes of that body in which it has incarnated in order to escape to freedom from earthly form.

Souls "embody" by virtue of substantial service and generosity on the part of mothers who allow these beings to gestate within their own bodies.  This "portal into physical manifestation" was neither an act of magic nor one of exclusively the Soul's choice.  Free Will and Choice are separate and individually meritorious.

Our Bodies wish us to understand that they are neither passive nor "disposable." 

The Human Body is a Life Form, a sentient being with sovereignty and dignity deserving of simple courtesies as Life joined to the Soul evolves.

Think of the Body/Soul relationship as a see-saw, alternating merge, or like jacking up a car with the right/left, step-by-step process of lifting.   The Body & Brain's connection to the Soul is veiled from awareness, the memory of it concealed in the subconscious.  On the other hand, the Soul IS capable of ever-presence and minding our minds being the point of exchange via which the Human Brain and the Soul's electro-magnetic composition are sorted into manifestation.

Dance Lessons are in order.  Let us take up the Mission of learning to move in concert, interactively.  Let us not expect our "Blind-to-the-Unknown" Human Guise to "just KNOW that it is driven by a multi-level, time-immune connection to the infinite Source.

Let us make the best use of our life energy, no longer testing the validity of the inspiration we experience because we are concerned that we are being "played" by the "rogue, majestic" elite who are feeding off our emotion, that most precious gift of the Human Guise.

Take utterly infallible faith in the realization that there is no Black and White.  All is White!

About the Grays

About the Grays:

UFOlogy and Inter-Dimesional dialogue has eclipsed my interest in Politics.  EYES form from seemingly solid matter in my view and I am tazed by intelligentles "looking back" at me making eye contact in unexpected ways.  The latest, and most life-altering, was the Eagle/Dragon/Branch of an aged Lilac Tree in my garden.  I was so at my wit's end with the Race Card's ubiquitous "play" that I was talking to myself... I looked up - that is to say, my EYES were magnetically drawn up to an EYE drilling me with a look that said:  "Stop this.  Keep your energy to yourself.  This is not your fight.  Let any who would choose this path do so.  Get off this treadmill.  Be aware of all the EYES on you waiting to see you address this choice."

At that moment and ever since, the "Pretentious Progressives" were completely in my rear-view mirror and falling away.  But in that glance from the Dragon, I was shown arcs at every turn and began to "See."

Like Dan Burisch, I found the notion of Bio-Mechanics riveting enough that I "agreed" to work in a realm where legitimate scientists, engineers and inventors work at gunpoint, ever threatened with violent "push-back" for demonstrating curiosity, professional exchange or impulses to understand beyond "need to know."

"If you build it; they will come."  to your Field of Dreams.  But instead of the players referenced in that movie; the Team emerging is the Negro League Homestead Grays.  The Grays began in a suburb of Pittsburgh but played a portion of their Home games in Washington D.C.  They boasted numerous Hall of Famers like Cool Papa Bell, Ray Brown, Josh Gibson, Buck Leonard, Cum Posey and Jud Wilson.  All these players are honored in a facade at the Washington Nationals' ball park.

The Scene - a baseball diamond in a corn field in Iowa changes to a Crop Circle in a field of Barley in North Dakota.  Baerl - or Beer as it has come to be, is brewed from Barley and Hopps, seemingly to sustain baseball players and their fans.  6th Dimensional being, RA, could understand so much more if such a Game could be attended by the being.

The scene changes again.  Oil people from Oklahoma, Louisiana and Texas light up the once invisible North Dakota with fracking activity.  No better way to make the most of night lighting than ball games in the Summer.  And from the Crop Circle a tradition evolves:  The Grays who come to play are not Human.  They are the 4 foot tall, disproportionately large heads with huge, almond shaped black eyes, no ears or lips, three-fingered clones we know as "Aliens."

Themselves normally serious; the Grays are understood to have an incredible sense of humor, to be capable of telepathic communication and are purposefully task-oriented.  When not conducting cattle mutilations, abductions of humans for dna material and assorted testing and generally showing off their piloting skills in any number of types of UFOs, the Grays are interested in a better understanding of Humanity.

Suited in impervious material that SSSSwwoooooosh!  sucks itself to the wearer's form and makes itself an extension of the wearer's own skin, the Grays take an interest in the mechanics, rules and "play" of the Game.  Unlike their "programmers," the Grays serve at their own discretion.  En-trained by a seemingly higher intelligence, they telepath as a species, all there is to know about their handlers as well as their "Subjects."

Here the Queen's EYEBROWSE flicker.  Subjects?  They rule those they abduct?

As in the District of Columbia, the Vatican and the City of London, Sovereignty and "Nationhood" is a factor of the Native Americans' Indian Nation in North Dakota.  Taxation, jurisdiction and "subjugation" are not the prerogative of even the Shadow  Government in the Black Hills.  Glyphs and Traditions of our Native American culture have depicted the Grays as far back as the hills themselves,  and encounters with them are spoken of matter-of-factly as nothing new or strange.

On Uppity's Post

I'm with Smith.  The parasite/Media is a phony entity unworthy of my attention and I no longer invest emotion into those who deliberately play me.  As for Bernie, he's as much a Democrat as the cannibals who have commandeered that decent party.  I mean, really, he only "caucused" with the Democrats because they made him a better offer.  Frankly, as an Independent, NOT a Democrat,  Sanders was as much a "Present" vote as the blank he hopes to succeed.  So this Clinton-Hating Gang has exposed Hillary for what I have come to see her to be:  a "Go Along to Get Along" still holding out Hope when the time to stand on her hind legs and represent Americans waits for her Grace.  Are Bill and Carville ANYWHERE in that Campaign?  Don't bother to answer that:  I can't pay attention long enough to find out.

At least Trump will do the #1 Job of the President:  Make Good Deals with world leaders so everybody comes out feeling like they made out.  As "It's The Economy, Stupid." proved, when people are making money, they don't care what the "President" is doing.  Hillary's too severe, too moralistic, too serious and hard-working.  She could stand to lighten up and be congenial - sincerely - with her haters.  They are afraid that she'll try to "straighten them up" and make them behave.  What I want to know is will she stand up to the Republicans who have been rat-holing the wealth of this country in Black Budget projects and get us a better deal with the Grays?  I want to hear her UFO stories and if she's on board with Disclosure.

John Smith Blog: Welcome to the New World

Read Uppity Woman's re-post of her work on the worth of Turkey on the Dais and in the comment section, glimpsed the explanation John Smith, fabulous political observer, gave for his decision to ditch the blog for which we have all bowed, "Unworthy!"

It isn't fun, it's so depressing and the vibe is repulsive is the gist of his farewell.  I've been "there" for more than two years now.  Being a Democrat had come to impose a sense of shame on me - as I endured unmitigated insult from my asshole cousins and former County Committee colleagues.  It has been a wonderful four years,  I don't miss the "People."  I don't miss the craven "employers" and I don't even let the tv news play long enough to frame the black face much less intone that grating voice.

$Eighty-Seven Thousand, Seven Hundred and Thirty-Three$

It was the chant I used any time I caught myself processing a negative, blaming something or someone,slave-to-the-past thought.  As I practiced the thought re-direct, I found myself able to move past those whose hate game vibe had consumed me.   My life changed as I was able to let the Grays connect me to the Alternative Universe.  They told me about magnets.  They gave me "links"to things it was now time for me to learn about myself and the Universe that began to unfold as I left behind the disappointment and unacceptable "world" the media was attempting to force on me.

They showed me YouTube videos.  They showed me Ancient Aliens, Cattle Mutilations, the Cult of UFO Investigators and the declassified information about Deep Underground Military Bases and the "Black Budget."   It was like learning there is no Santa Clause.  My perspective accommodated this new Universe.  Linda Moulton-Howe's blog, Earthlink.com, became my "encyclopedia" for names and connections.

I'm glad Smith has found something worth doing.  Something that gives him satisfaction and joy.  He loves what he's doing so much that he can no longer re-direct his energy to the parasites who have already robbed him of too much of his life and spirit.  Each time I have had to rebuild my life after discovering I had been "played" by a loved one, I find that, indeed, I am not alone.  That inner comforting voice always reminds me that I had gotten off my path, but this shocking, saddening, loss was the culmination of a learning exercise that I needed - much like Amy Pond in The Girl Who Waited - that was a bubble universe where I was alone with my Rory Robot companion, mastering System.  Mastery achieved, I am being returned to my Twenty Something life and Consciousness, my true Love and my "worth doing" work.

John Smith explains his decision eloquently; he regrets that he is vacating his Defense Against The Dark Arts Class.  But for sure, he covered a LOT of ground, touched many and made it clear that we who reject stand tall.  I quietly changed my voter registration last year to circulate a nominating petition for a dear friend who was running as a candidate for the "other party."  The Scrubbing Bubbles assured me they'd be busy cleaning up the stray trails and "typos" as I get up to speed.  I think the "bio-mechanics" Dan Burisch described helped me understand the "mistakes" we make in our efforts to do good.  Compartmentalization was what they were helping me understand.  "Need to Know" and the "underground economy" nobody every gets real proof of emerges from the Immersion.  The J-Rod changed my life.  I had to go to sleep for two days to process the notion that some Humans in this time and place have been engaged in the scientific micro-biological study of "Humans" on another time-line from "the future."  Seth reminds us that all time is NOW.  All is energy.  But we may collaborate, as Jane Roberts / Rupert did with the Entity, Seth, in the exchange that unveils the "impossible."

I will look forward to seeing how it goes for John Smith.  He kept a notebook of "Impossible Things," dropped the middle initial, Q and culled his Time Lordship into a watch as a protective measure.  I took up a relationship with another "Doctor," Martha Jones, whose professional insight was very similar to that of Surgeon-turned-Detective, Joan Watson's value to Sherlock Holmes.  The Doctor, The Widow and The Wardrobe let me make the transfer from the conveyance that was the hard-working, trusting thing that I was to the exploring, enjoying "vehicle" that I have, again, become.  Once, on my Skates, and now, on my page.  They "took away my computer" and gave me a job.  They let me hear about Danny's experience of a  "Soul Transfer" whereby he absorbed the energy but not the Consciousness of another little boy.  It was the dying son of a Magestic-12 Committee entity,  Embodiment of that Entity "entitles" Dan to membership of that very committee.  Danny's dna lined up with some of that boy's dna, and some of it did not.  So the being that Danny is merges with another.  It's a Spirit thing,  All is All.

Tentative Admissions

Maple Leaf - Symbol of Canada
 

I now view the world through Harry Potter's glasses - well, the frames at least.  The journey through the swirl which began in earnest a few years ago brought me face to face with surprise that leave led me up to discerning that magic is real.  Harry never learned of his Wizard heritage until his ELEVEnth birthday when Hagrid arrived on a motorcycle (one his Godfather, Sirius' shared with his father, BSA/Triumph,) to escort him to Platform 9-3/4 where he could board the Hogwart's Express and begin his education.  My "transport" to the )-( was a little knob growing at the base of the spreading Maple in my front yard.  For the briefest moment, it made eye contact with me and asked: "Can we be friends?"  This "ask" moved through me as an undeniable vibe, one that clarified that the "Impression" in the knot was of a robed, monastic figure seated, relaxed and at peace.  Moments later, the TV announced that Pope Benedict was resigning.  Just as my hastily sketched impression of a crucified Christ preceded the news that John Lennon had passed from this dimension, the energy of the transfer of communication through extra-sensory perception tap'd me for deliverance.  Each anomalous pixel smiles the constellation into focus.  Today, Bene, tree elf of the Order of the Maple, Royal Order of Sartorial Splendor,  visits me elsewise.  A whisper behind the veil awoke me this morning wondering if Kate Gosselin had given her sextuplets Ahm-ish names.  Try as I might, I could only remember Aaden, Collin and Hannah.  I looked them up and completed the grouping:  Alexis, Joel and Leah.  German names to be sure.  Of Pennsylvania Dutch country, and very near German immigrants to Penn's Woods' norm.   We hope to receive the new Pope next year, here in the Keystone State at the World Meeting of Families.

"We're so about the simple things," the Grays say.  At Boston, they hinted of indications of an overtaking race.  Neither one in conflict nor bent on conquest.  All we are, Plus.

As Lenny Bruce had observed; they WANT to believe him:(

Any woman who has survived a cad boyfriend or unfaithful husband can tell you that she suppressed her awareness and chose to replace what she experienced with what the man  told her she had seen, heard and felt.  The importance of the relationship, upon which her "happiness" is built takes precedence over the reality she would alternatively confront.

Today, the spun thread of their "Perils of Pauline President" vs. a ruthless Republican Party binding his innocent ass to the track he laid to "leave town" while the Benghazi heat dies out.  Swirls another thread of sheer incredulity that this whole thing defies logic, and being churned for political effect, conveying to his protective, adoring bots that the time has come to surround their little Princess with the expected, moreover demanded end to this suggesting that the history serves to "tamp down" the hysteria on this matter.

Obats, Media and Democrats, the truth will set you free.  What manner of politician poses as a Leader while bearing zero responsibility for or acknowledgement of anything his agencies do?  We learn that confronting our tests of readiness makes us ready.  There is, indeed, a logic to this campaign master's protests and pleas.  His mission is neither to protect nor defend the Constitution, despite the Oath which was purportedly administered to him.  He wishes to be viewed as doing what is perceived to be the "right thing," yet this campaign addict cannot penetrate the shallow, spreading swarm of his own "attention blindness" magic trick to emerge from his illusion.

In forgiveness mode, it is possible for this observer to suspend disbelief and agree that the demeanor of the "helpless manipulator" in the presence of the British Prime Minister whose country has been snubbed and insulted by him is a cornered animal primed for a revealing, surprisingly "logical" act of deviance defiance motivated by shock that his long-loyal supporters would ask him to be "The One We Have Been Waiting For."

Sandberg's Sandbaggers

Sheryl Sandberg sat down for a 60 Minutes interview aired last night.  She faced a female reporter who, as I recall in 2008, was beguiled by the manner in which Candidate Obama had "Gamed the System" of the Democratic Primary as though it were an accomplishment instead of the crime for which she should have been outraged as a Citizen.


FaceBook was an Idea that took off - fueled by technology and permitting far-flung families to stay in constant touch.  But in the world of techies, they typically cloister "expertise," and to the despair of Baby Boomers, are devoid of people skills.  Customer Service and insight into what makes the Economy work, about what makes Families Function and what makes America Great has been eclipsed by the Cocaine Dealers' approach to 'bidness.' 


But Sandberg would have succeeded wherever she tried.  She made good choices and honed her relationships, her networks and her ability to apply her gains to her opportunities.  Few PEOPLE master this, much less Women, but rest assured, plenty of people in lower profile positions are incredibly successful and know of what Sandberg speaks but share her "recessive" gene of remaining in the background, avoiding leadership for even themselves much less others. 

In studying the principles of success, I learned how sharing ones' dreams with more than one other person works against one.  A Partnership Trustee is needed.  A network of support is not.  "Just Do It" means "Don't TALK about it."  My Keys keep tempting me to go Canadian with the A Boot thing when I'm trying to be ABout. 

At the 75 mile mark on my first Athens to Atlanta skate, the observers had come to accept that my finishing well ahead of most of my competition was a given.  But NOBODY considered that to even be a POSSIBILITY before I reached that moment.  I was putting a right skate in front of the left as "This is Major Tom to Ground Control" played on my Walkman and the longest, last real hill of the route was the final obstacle before me. 

It mattered not what anybody else said, thought or did.  It mattered that I worked my plan with dogged determination and believed that what I envisioned was do-able.  I reached a point where I could not go another step and then I kept going; the essence of endurance work.  Being a success is just that: Endurance Work that carries you through doubt, past fear onward beyond your expectations.

Observers HAVE NO CLUE what is happening.  They are - by your very endurance - being set up to learn a very valuable lesson.  Never say "Never." and Never, when they say your success is "Inevitable," expect them to actually sit back and "Let the Inevitable happen."  Sandberg let us in on the true secret of her success:  she never attracted attention to herself from the jealous, cranky, malicious who would put more energy into trashing her and spoiling her advance than into their own duties.  They would never understand the potential for buying IN with her and would reactively find resources they never called on prior to noticing her, to thwart and deny her.  Save a little for the last obstacle, for the loser team at the bottom who has no hope for a championship but would salve bruised ego and the pangs of conscience for their laziness by taking down the Champ.  (read Barak Obama.) 

The only thing Women need to "learn" is that.  Expect cheaters to come out of the woodwork and steal your earnings, promotions and customers.  Pre-Empt that inevitability with whatever you can hold onto and process it along with everything else that has kept you on track.  It needen't shock or disappointment you that many, many women will join the effort to cheat you.  It's what people do.

Oh, and since Benè said to, I'm posting this today:  Donald Wuerl is it.

Fluke Show - The Brats Getting Off On Sandy

A young girl willing to pay the
price to get an education.

Sandra Fluke, nominated for Time Mag's "Person of the Year," is a continued celebration of the willingness to dumb down everyone on Earth in the interest of exalting the Obama Icon.  Divided and now ripe for Conquest, we Euro-Americans, unlike African Americans, can assemble in the midfield of the Country where we really mean it when we respond to the call of Doctor King and actually consider the content of character in our evaluation of prospective friends, colleagues and leaders.  It's a farce - at this point - to see people like a few of my relatives blowing off their duties of citizenship with a snark about their votes.  So bypass the likes of Xi Jinping, China's next leader, "Undocumented Workers" who are no longer to be called "Illegal Immigrants" so as to assert that entering this country without the appropriate documentation is always and only for the purpose of performing work, gymnast, Malala Yousafzai, Kim Jong Un, Gabby Douglas and the Mars Rover and book-end the year with a final blow-out on the concerns of single women in the person of Fluke. 

I cannot look at Obama without wincing at his rashness; smart ass getting in the face of John McCain and his Senate Colleagues with all arrogance and outrage at being called for his dishonor and disrespect, spoiling for a fight with a couple of old white guys who have had him by the short hairs since he stole took office.   A legitimately powerful American would understand the point of Balance of Power and respect that the Co-equality of the Senate, Congress and the White House are safety features built into the exercise of powers.  A legitimately powerful, elected American President would recognize his share of the ring and play the other two with the same energy and endurance that he plays the American Citizen. 

For all his crass insolence, Occupant Obama never performed the duties of his office in his first term and gives no indication that he even understands what those are.  He was prancing off to Vegas, a town he derided as an easy cost-cutting exercise for Convention Planners, rather than take command of the defense of his Benghazi Consulate.  He demonstrated sophomoric ignorance of business, diplomacy and defense with his slavish reliance on force and threat to advance his agenda.  He chose his "marks" for their stupidity and liklihood of cowering to his intimidation and he chose his closest advisors for their avarice. 

This is not a man who loves his Country.  This isn't even a man who works for the greater good.  This is a greedy, cold-hearted, petty, vindictive CHILD stewing in the juice of perceived slight, consoling himself with the spoils of having vanquished the establishment that created the Oval Office and all the trappings of the Presidency. 

How the likes of Chuck Todd and Brian Williams can call themselves News Men is astounding to me and their smug, daily deposits into the legend that is their "One" defies disbelief!  And, as if to place a cherry on the frosting, Time suggests that a nine dollar packet of birth control pills represents the most legitimate benefit of Obama Care in a way that is meaningful to the majority of our citizens - one for which they would trade their dignity, their freedom, their right to get rich honing their great ideas in the American Economy.   I reflect on the young girl, Yousafzai, who survived an attempt on her life for having advocated for education of young women and I lose even more respect for the young women of this country who have no insight into their roles as moderators of lust.  The Progressive Movement of the 19th Century, which began as Communities concerned for the greater good, has degenerated into a crass "gittin' place" for the aggressors and schoolyard bullies who have halted education in its tracks and turned our upcoming generation into senseless takers and ruthless users.  The 2nd Term is more of the same.

Obama snaps his fingers and CBS gives up its 60 Minutes for ratings to indulge the PR machine that is the White House.  Animal House frat speak gives Hillary Clinton her due because he says so.  Who's not impressed?  Yet, again, the protocol for sit-downs is "dumbed down" for the lusters and the spinn-sters who are now the unmarried media hacks trying to get attention in the swirling cloud of exposure.  The legitimate response of 2nd Amendment Advocates to a grieving father is spun as heckling by a trick of editing that conceals that soul's agonized demand for an answer in a forum where answers are verboten.

The Ratchet and the Hatchet - Senate misconduct intended to game the balance of powers.  As the Republicans exercise THEIR rights, the Senate sits on its collective ass with zero work done on budget, National Security, the Economy, nothing.  The Commander In Chief is AWOL - sucking to his White House all manner of privilege and support for his disrespect from the equally disrespectful.  Because Republicans yielded 75% of the Hispanic Vote to Obama, they now think they can turn things around by making sweeping changes to the squeaking wheel that is undocumented inhabitants no more likely to be "WORKING" than the Occupant.  Did they suddenly pull out the mechanism to create employment for African Americans when 95% of that demographic caste a vote based on skin color?   No!  They freakin' CONCEDED IT!!! 

Has Romney disappeared for due cause?  Here's a revelation:  After Sarah Palin's ticket went down to defeat, she continued to burnish the qualities she valued in herself - speaking out with integrity - asserting the views that turned issue after issue HER WAY!!!  By describing them as "Death Panels" she crystallized concerns about empowered bureaucrats usurping our choices.  By asking how that "Hope-y, Change-y" thing was working, she leveled the pompous idiots who bought that Pie in the Sky.  Of COURSE they hate her: she levels them.  They "hate" her like I used to hate my ass-kicking aerobics instructor whose class I never missed BECAUSE she kicked my ass. 

I'll tell the Republicans to get their minds off sex and I'll tell the Democrats to get their hands out of my pocket and they'll both have a better profile in my evaluation.  But for now, I'm still catching a bit of news each day and digesting the point FOX makes about Hillary Clinton's testimony.  She gave as good as she got from the males who stiffed her and she leaves with no "major accomplishments" as Secretary of State for which the sitting presid-er can take credit.  But, no doubt each mission was an eye opener for the international listening tour that earned her - from the piss ants at Morning Joe, no less, the concession that the icons of her back bench critics are miniaturized by her legitimacy, so substantive is her stature as a public servant. 

The FOX take on HRC was her "hawkish" commentary on the act the Government of the United States needs to "get together."  That said, there's no way she wins the Democratic Nomination.  Some limp-wrist-ed O-Boy will line up to sink her, just as he did.  To the women of the world, Obama and the Muslim Brotherhood are saying:  "NO GIRLS!!!"

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 ...