Getting Above It; Gaining Perspective

The Push has come to Shove in the alley where Barak Obama very much lives.  This ignoramus, described by Bernie Goldberg on last night's O'Reilley as as the "Mayor of Chicago" not the president, as behaving as though 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue were City Hall has none of the credentials to be where he is, and neither do his staffers.  In the Big Leagues, suggests the author of  "A Slobbering Love Affair," knowing, responsible professionals have acquired expertise in their development, qualifying them for service at the White House.  We who aspire to legitimacy as leaders have come to understand that there are far better ways to achieve our objectives than threats, confrontations, ostracism of our opponents and unrelenting pressure.

It brings to mind a turning point moment I experienced when observing a colleague in a confrontation with his dog.  Phoebe, the white Shepherd, with all her dignity, her love for her master and her awareness of HER ground, was holding in the face of a bully.  The tension between them was visible, but more obvious was the stupefying stubbornness of Mike Hayden, obsessed with getting his way and oblivious to the opportunity his selfishness squandered.  I watched as Phoebe conducted herself as a gentlewoman in the face of a human male demonstrating incapacity.  A professed "dog lover," Hayden was blind to his inability to "play" off Phoebe's strength and courage.  His driven determination to impose his will on his equally determined "best Friend" left the pair locked in hopeless stalemate that rapidly progressed to destructive mishap.  At stake for Phoebe was her status as "the dog."  For Mike, supposedly the human to whom God had given dominion over the animal, it was neither the thought process nor even the process.  I understood in that moment, that the Might Makes Right authoritarian was ignorant of methods gentle people employ everywhere, every day to accomplish Win/Win.  He routinely degenerated into violent behavior as the result, disqualifying him from a place in my heart.  He could be trusted, I recognized, to shove me when he had the opportunity to and would expect, moreover go to great lengths to insure, that I would give him yet another chance to cheat me.

Covey's question: "Why would you go for a deal where they win and you lose?" is the essence of P.U.M.A. and the Just Say, "No Deal!" coalition.  Mutually respectful negotiating, mutually beneficial exchanges and demonstrations of good will and easy confidence towards each other is the functional demeanor most Americans, most viable working professionals, have learned is the way to progress.

The Mobster-Big Dawg Wanna Be, deploys brain-locked, trolling, vile trench men confidant of one, basic thing:  when Push Comes To Shove, We Observe No Bounds.  The "We Shove" Administration employs a combination of insider code and chicken blood Voodoo to represent themselves as innocent while they "Play" the observers, via the complicit mainstream, equally abusive media...  It's calculated, but no less the suicide choice of bullies who don't know a better way, and who have no working understanding of the better world in which those of us who are scandalized by such obstinacy, choose to live. 

We all become increasingly more socialized as we enter new circles, and we find the Angels, the Exchange Tables that invest us with the Best Practices insight acquired via the day-after-day of getting the critical JOB done and the product out the door and into the systems of those with whom we exchange goods and services.

Organized Crime is not Good Business, It is not even the purview of legitimacy in Administration.  In fact, it should be the responsibility of the Administration to recognize and transcend the Mob Mentality.  Yet, in order to maintain their half-legitimate, half-larcenous occupancy of the Oval Office, the line must be kept close enough to straddle when the services of the Fourth Estate is required to hood their lying eyes. The Mob has fostered its equal opposition, and that is where Obama finds himself.

In retrospect, we see that the citizens characterized as crazy mobs such as the Tea Parties and Town Hall participants, were, in fact the true Higher Powers in this conflict.  The presentation by the President of Mobster tactics, such as his "brush off" of Hillary Clinton before a backdrop of supporters and back-up of staging artists, and the unconscionable threats to a demonstrably fearless Eric Cantor clearly flag the realism that Obama has entered uncharted territory and hasn't the tools to navigate effectively.  He fed off Hillary Clinton throughout the 2008 Primaries as the Voting Public responded, intent on keeping the See/Saw equally balanced while the quest for the nomination "played" out.  The distinction I make between Obama and the Republicans is this:  They've been there, done that and WON while Obama & Company have pushed and shoved themselves into this confrontation for Change with no earthly idea of exactly what it was they were "taking over."

In the Democratic Party, we have some truly gentle Women, Ladies who have lived the Talk and Walk of the Angels at the Exchange.  Colleagues who have comforted and supported one another through all the encounters with corporate politics that have pushed them back, down and under.  Our contribution has been dismissed by a racist combine of Oprah, Donna, Whoopie and the Black Caucus.  To suggest that these people were anything but cheaters, thugs and muggers is to ignore their own racist abuse of trust.  I remained in the Democratic Party after the gender equity provisions were enacted.  Women moved beyond the traditional roles of secretaries and auxiliaries into areas where their services were in demand.  Men who elected to become Weather Men rather than employ the scientifically evolved, proven methods of the Androgene, revealed to us an entire universe of System Gamers playing under the radar to displace and disgrace competitive females with - not legitimate underground resistance, but with overtly criminal underworld intrigue.

Trojan Horse got nuthin' on those who occupy positions of movement, exchange and cross/over between legitimate and criminal.  A line that the legitimate know and observe can be readily blurred by the testosterone-driven pressure imposed when less-than-competitive men are unable to embrace a challenge with which they are confronted.  Faith is a Factor.  Sure, guys, hope for the best, but when Push Comes To Shove, the Bill Ayers types blew up their girlfriends playing at bomb-building and blew up the Democratic Convention of 1968 http://www.google.com/search?q=democratic+convention+of+1968&hl=en&rlz=1T4TSND_en___US410&prmd=ivns&tbm=isch&tbo=u&source=univ&sa=X&ei=BDggTo3OGPGy0AG9h6DdAw&ved=0CC0QsAQ&biw=1366&bih=553  playing at social change while Martin Luther King was leading a Non-Violent Revolution among the legitimate.  The Faces and the Fortunes that profited from the shoving left all of us devastated as they skated into cult status, freedom from American Justice and a squalid, sperm-spewing persuit of attention-craving sluts denied their own eye to eye exchange with their Fathers.  Dreams is Obama's Odyssey through history, but one he neither shares with Americans nor would choose for himself.  And yet we allowed this sordid gang of savages to wreak havoc with our contained chaos.  What these "actors" have proven repeatedly, is that there are survivors among us who continue to glean intelligence from each encounter with them.

Like the Weather, these confronting forces must be managed by ranging, exchanging Angels  of the Better Way.  While they prod, press and test each other, intent upon uncovering weakness, we step to the Better Place, the Alternative Universe where Win/Win Calls the Tune, and there we enjoy our lives, ignoring, but not ignorant of, these less distinguished "Accidents In Progress."

In his book, Goldberg discusses the "Blinded By Love" infidelity of the main stream media.  He ridicules and rightly questions the integrity of any press pass bearer so uninitiated to the profession as to be chemically affected by animal magnetism without a reasoned, seasoned objective view of their own LACK of objectivity.  It is clear to a reasoning woman that the "Inspiring" speeches delivered by the marauding campaign of destruction was a "natural occurrence" of a declining civilization that had managed to replace all its top-performing leaders with half/legitimate, half/underworld secret-keepers poised to deliver the "shove" at the opportune moment.  Oprah did it.  James Clyburne did it.  Bob Casey did it.  Even Tina Brown did it.  So Women, in the tradition of Princess Diana, learn by being disappointed, to find their friends.

I dedicate my June-to-September development to working with this gentle, mutually respectful energy.  The Blessed Mother reaches through the affront on my dignity as a woman and a professional bound by my ethics and produced by my own willingness to try, err and correct course.  In moments of doubt, I am learning to control my emotions and accept that the Study Group, the Team, the larger community of which I am a part, has a great, workable plan that already performs predictably on numerous platforms.  A quiet touch calls my attention from the chest-thumping, saber-rattling barbarians posing as leaders to the delightful antics of yellow finches calling to me along with the cardinals and chickadees.  They carry a message, a song, a tune, to which all the universe might dance if that is the choice.

When you lose your arms for reaching, Victory, sprout wings,

Anonymous

I know the decision to dump this crowd had been made and it is resolved to replace them immediately.  The confusion arises from the parallel run of both systems in transitional exchange.  There will be "push" to be sure, but there is nothing against which to "push back."  The "Push Preparing To Shove" is battling an illusion devised of a screen of pressure-induced blindness.  In the amputee wards of Walter Reed Hospital, the take-away moves and the scan-ahead techniques are honed in retrospect.  For those of us who have "lost" our legs, we foster no frustration with what could have been.  We have no argument with the Judge.  We see only the security of our comrades, our sisters and brothers in the march to contained crazy, the mutually accepting, forgiving, "there but for the grace of God" understanding of how we arrived at this moment in which we respectfully get as good as we give.  My conscience is clear.  I have given my best.  I have fallen, to be certain, but have never despaired as the hand of my Mother has been there when I have reached.  I hear her Voice of Reason, her vibe that fosters a change in the molecular movement in my bones to tune out the din of the advancing Putch, and just leave those marbles of mine which they covet, to them.   My Mother calls me - not to a "game" -  but to a zone, where I have been before.   In the zone, I am managed, steered and supported to perform at my best.  My obstacles are converted into partners, my would-be assassins recognize in our EYE TO EYE that their survival is tied to mine.  In the zone, the words that communicate have neither context nor intonation.  The BEST come together, not by choice nor partisan, power consideration, but by VIBE.  A tuning fork responds, the tone is re-enforced, and the pettiness, error-proneness, even the self-interest is displaced by the order of it.  We SEE.  And as we do, the quandary of whom to choose or which way to go is resolved.  We shake off the illusion of mystery and act in compliance with all we have always understood to be timeless, universal and consistent. 

We grieve with the parents of Leiby Kletzky and recognize the vibe of his murderer, to whom the innocent child was exposed.   We could not help but connect his fate to that of the Amish girls in their Lancaster County School room, methodically killed by a half/believing, half/deceiving manipulator of trust.  In the Garden, we marvel that certain weeds take on the appearance of the legitimate plants beside which they spring.  How is it that weeds whose growing "habit" mimics those of a lily, or a holly-hock, or a foxglove can just materialize in the ground we give to those plants we have chosen, purchased and "husbanded?"  As good gardeners, we know them to be weeds, unproductive and likely to inhibit and ultimately strangle our chosen specimens by consuming communal resources disproportionately.  So we pull weeds.  We stay on it and survey our garden day by day, both to enjoy the fruits of our labors, and to remove threats to the stability and integrity of that which we are growing.  When we must move a good but intrusive variety, we do so with the understanding of its nature, it's INVASIVE nature whereby it virtually takes over any fertile space and eliminates or overgrows everything good that was there.  Enough is Enough, Had Enough, ... Enough Already, are all phrases that rival, "Time to eat your peas."  and yet I know many, many peas-rejecting kids who were denied quality play time by intransigent parents who gave them no alternative but to remain at the table after the family had left, to stare at affronting texture and taste until the revulsion towards the vegetable was indistinguishable from the unreasoned demand of an inflexible parent.  I like fresh or fresh-frozen baby peas.  I don't blame anyone who has been forced to down mushy, pasty, past-their-prime green beads of insult to the taste buds, for now equating Obama's Goon Squad-endorsed negotiating style with a vivid negative childhood memory.  He's locked into yet another demographic, finally able to line up the elements in order, according to their weight, and recognize the Weed in the Rose Garden.

Politics 101 And Too Late To Fix The Fence

I sent a note to the Boockvar Campaign in response to the pathetic plea for gas money to continue to be "On The Job."  In essence, my seat on the State Democratic Committee in Pennsylvania is one to which I was elected by the Democrats of Butler County.  Not the PROGRESSIVES of Butler County; the DEMOCRATS.  The Progressives, I learned after five futile years of having the rug yanked out from under me by hacks who shrug off their own cruelty toward their colleagues as "politics" yet show up at meetings to express their rage, clenched fists, tears and all, when nobody whom they've screwed, stiffed, back-stabbed or flat out bashed shows up to support their latest cause.  The two signed affidavits on file with the Butler County District Attorney's Office, the Court Room Conviction and the admission on the Front Page of the Butler Eagle notwithstanding, these political mis-leaders purport themselves to be scandalized by the demonstration of integrity from their colleagues who have abandoned them.   "THIS IS POLITICS!!!" they want us to believe.  We are the PROGRESSIVES FOR CHANGE!!!"  Unless you buy in, we can't take down the establishment and fulfill all our organic, hippie prophesy!  We MUST get our way, no matter whom we destroy or undermine in persuit of that agenda.  And to those whose loyalty we question, whose contributions we minimize, whose competence we subordinate to hackery, we say:  {shrug} "Politics." 

They pretend they don't rely heavily on the "Progressive" contentious die-hards of Mercer, Beaver and Lawrence County to swell their numbers...(they all go to each other's spaghetti dinners and rely on the $100 ad buys from the Labor Unions to publish their ads.)  What they AREN'T getting is the Voter.  The ones Donna Brazile didn't need have found themselves another gig.

That Train metaphor for the Country the polled observe to be "on the wrong track," left the station WITHOUT US!  Hey, political "realists" of the Obatty Cult:  here's the alternative to your patented "Push Back:"  We who are denied our earned status as Leaders by the upstart Aggressives can't follow your lead so our THIRD alternative IS THE PICK: We have no choice but to Get Out Of The Way.

Y'all go 'head, charge it up.  We'll sit out yer 2nd Term run up the hill...you didn't need us to get "selected;" you certainly don't want us complicating your "Re-Selection."  Bush IV; League of Their Own. 

No, We Don't Need The Ladies Crying 'Cause The Story's Sad." 
Bad as the O Way Be, It's Better Than The Way We Had.

What's left of the Princess Fantasy went into the Black Heart's Protection Program with Casey Anthony and her "La Bella Vita" tattoo.

Designated Hitting

“Tweet Hall” artificially foists pretense of the “We’re so slick” crowd onto the National Scene while the birds of Britain discover equally slick publicity perps have been hacking into voice message accounts to snoop scoop gossip for the tabs.  NewsCorp Owner, Rupert Murdoch, “learns” what veterans of computer tech interaction have always known;  Technoids are creeps…self-centered, arrogant, untouched by Human Ethics.  Frankly, they are conditioned by electronics to expect their theories to apply to People…Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! …You go, gangJ

PEOPLE, such as yourselves, aren’t computers.  Computers stand ready to attend to the programmer’s command.  Programmers operate by deceiving the computer.  Operators control accesses but maximize performance with carefully-scheduled uploads tested to the teeth prior to actually being folded into the system.  Kids:  here’s yer problem, and the reason the “Savvy” ain’t road-worthy. 

U-G-L-Y! You ain’t got no alibi…You’re UGLY! 

You’re impossible children.  You’re impossibly self-indulgent. ..and, you’re only here as an experiment to demonstrate how much time you’re capable of wasting while the dues-paid Interactives are EXPECTED to be impressed – not by your skill, insight, relevance or ability to hold your little Processing Unit accountable, but by your novelty.  Stay with it, Edisons, you have some lab work to do. 

Big Dawg “strokes” the keeds with reassuring points that suggest he’s at least working outside the box with a goal in mind.  He’s considering the possible downside of his recommendations while putting together a sell-able step in an alternate direction.  Clinton, the Lab/Cheetah mix is both the beeg dawg and the Cat.  Within his Operating System perform mutually respectful strengths, viability with structure.  Controlled Access, in Clinton’s SYSTEM, has nothing to do with ideology.  In Balanced Big League Class, the Could-a-been a Commissioner knows “Play Ball!”  He even let Chelsea name the White House Cat, Sox!  Let not it be lost on Chicagoans that it was the AL White Sox who arrived at the World Series, but not, NEVER in the past centuries, the Cubs.  In the American League, the DESIGNATED HITTER steps to the plate bringing proven batting skills where the Pitcher likely has few.

Gingrich and  Limbaugh bore heavily into any ground the Cliinton White House might have won.  By their unrelenting critical pressure, the Republican leadership honed a highly skilled, Rise-To-The-Challenge-of-Powers-in-Trammell Chief Executive.   In his experience as an Executive, Bill Clinton acquired the expertise to navigate the many interests entitled to respect and consideration in his government.  Thus, in his words to the White House Press Corp as he served as DH for the Christmas Partying Obama, he admitted that he enjoyed governing. 

 Again, when the Country's needs are at stake, and not the political priorities of an up-for-referendum sitting Chief Executive, the working / performing intellectual, Bill Clinton is very much in the fray, thinking through the realities and taking on the labor-intensive issue with confidance and concern.  It is not for his political skin, into which he has inserted a sub-species based on color rather than character, but for the Economy, Stupid!  "This is not about whether you're a fiscal conservative or not, this is about what works. [Republicans'] theory won't work,"

The Country's needs are at stake.  The most important message to the Kids was:  "Pay Your Bills!"  The next message, to Obama and the Democrats AND the Republicans should be:  "Don't Make Committments You Can't Fulfill!"  And, finally, he directs the Keeds to pay careful attention to the tricks being played with Polling Place ID legislation.  OK, Bill.  Keep the Kids twisted into activists, but remember, these easily inflluenced young voters shoved your qualified wife aside and inserted a creep notable for his skin color in place of a productive provider of service to her Country.  Your follow-through is of critical importance, Bill.  I expect to see you on this JOB until a resolution is achieved, and I HOPE to get two HOPERS, one FROM Hope and One who Called Himself HOPE restore Faith in earnest.  Because, with Faith, the perception of the Economy is what will drive the Economy out of the ditch.  Oh, and just for the record: Get a fucking Tow truck...Driving is over-rated,  You learn, techies, that an updated system often disables the drivers of everything that produces.

The Disney Effect - A Jury Goes Fairy Tale

The Verdict left an impassioned audience both shocked and wondering if they heard the same evidence that the Jury worked with to acquit Casey Anthony of murder or even aggravated child abuse in Orlando yesterday. 

Myself, having served for three weeks on a sequestered jury in Bedford County, Pennsylvania (scene of "It's A Wonderful Life,")  I viewed the Court Coverage aware that the Jury heard, saw and experienced none of what we observed as consumers of news and opinion.  They were not repeatedly reminded by the talking heads like Nancy Grace and Female Attorneys on Foxy News, that Casey Anthony embarked on a celebration of single young womanhood in the days following the "disappearance" of her child.  The pathos of a young woman, oppressed by a severe Italian Father and protected by a wise but responsible Mother impelled the panel of her peers to find her "Not Guilty" of anything more than cause by which the Prosecution made them hear closing arguments on July 4th instead of celebrating Independence with their families.

http://anakerie.blogspot.com/2008/08/george-anthony-speaks-and-lies.html  This interview from 2008 reveals the hostility of the Public toward this entire family even in the early days of the search for what folks already suspected was a dead child. 

Two Worlds collided in this case and the Verdict ROCKED the decency in humanity who demanded that the Jury do the right thing and hold this young woman responsible for SOMETHING!!!

It's DisneyWorld, a SMALL world, after all.  A world where stupid romantics WANT to believe in the child in each of us and are entirely too child-like and trusting to comprehend the existence of psychopathic entities living among them.  Christ, these starry-eyed "citizens" have devised a KINGDOM of Fantasy and Foolishness inhabited by CHILDREN at heart who want bedtime stories where we all live happily ever after and most of whom believed the progressive crap enough to elect Alan (Die Quickly!) Grayson to represent them in Congress!  It was not until the sane business interests of Orlando and FL-8 got organized and motivated by the spectre of a common enemy, the loony, commie far left, that the Country's leading Vacation Destination got it's wedgie out of its rear and became stable enough again to conduct themselves as people instead of cartoons.

I can only marvel that the Public is outraged at the verdict, having demanded this murderous mum be brought to Justice.  Her Dad, however, Retired Police Homicide Investigator, proved to be the sticking point that made the one commenting juror - an alternate who did not deliberate with the twelve who delivered the acquittal - determine that Papa Geo was aware but not revealing what he most certainly should have sensed, by virtue of his professional seasoning. 

Like her Parents, the Orlando Jury weighed the OOPtions and walked back their sense of civic duty to the higher call of a distraught grandparent recognizing that, if HIS child were to be treated the same as HE treated the crime-committing children of his case work, he would lose both his grand daughter and his daughter.  Too Much Grief.  Suicide Notes that communicate much more to a sequestered jury than to even the camera, acquitted Casey Anthony.  Her "la Bella Vita" tattoo says what the shocked public cannot.  It was the dying sentence of Vito Corleone, Puzo's Godfather, whose legacy was a psychopathic son, Michael, who conducted MOB Business while disposing - one by one - of his biological Family.  In his tomato garden, amid the staked vines and vegetables, the head of the Syndicate Crime Family peered into the setting sun and whispered, "Life is Beautiful." with his last breath.  Reverence for Life balanced contempt for Greed-driven criminals, and in the Peoples' Justice, exonerated those who "eliminate" unworthies who disrupt and disturb the Peace.

Now the true work is underway.  The Anthonys appear to have been targets of a Mob Agenda and their beloved grandchild was found by a METER READER in a trash bag, surrounded with the evidence of a kidnapping, not a mother's act of cruelty.  Somehow, the glamorized Mob Image Casey foolishly acquired, interfered utterly with her Life and that of her own Family.  Many are called, but few are chosen.  I suspect that Caylee was chosen to communicate a message of such cryptic malevolence that Brother, Lee sobbed uncontrollably as he attempted to present his Small World, After All persona while his UNDERWORLD self was working out the mystery of whatever it was he did, or his dad did to bring about this stunning communique. 

The Casey Anthony Trial was a riveting media extravaganza because Americans are Sleuths, Solvers of Mysteries, Scales of Justice.  The American Way is Truth, Justice.  The Media, Internet, Blogosphere and YouTube are outlets for impassioned, if not trained, FRESH EYES on otherwise dry material...yet in a thirst for Justice and a Hunger for the Truth Will Ought in the end, Americans will solve this crime. 

I will save for another posting, the response to Bill O'Reilley's Florida Connection, Bernie Goldberg, who is so focused on the race issue that he has missed the victimization of yet another beautiful white child who was snatched from her otherwise not perfect family for perverse purposes.  Had the Factor regular looked at a more balanced evaluation, he might have noticed that white females are being treated as mere catalysts for everybody else's justification for all that's wrong with society.  We'll get there.  For now, however, we must consider that the same MOB Muscle that put the veneered foot of one of its own into the glass slipper of Cinderella, used the symbol of American Princess-hood as a backdrop for a meaner than dirt message to little girls. 

Halperin: On the Obvious

It's "inappropriate" comments like yours that will cost you the access you and your "Game Change" Partner parleys into books.  Sorry.  No seat on the ReElect campaign plane for you!  Which leads me to deduce:  It's News People who have this country so out of balance.

Instead of being driven by the highest Journalistic principles, they're ratings-oriented.  Like comedians whose drill is to make a buck off whomever is 'funny,' the NewsMen are the Women Haters of the same world that gave us Oprah, Katie, Maria Shriver and Sarah Palin. 

At least we're not  having to endure the Alpha Male whooping you get from the primitives issuing their beat down intent on subordinating the challenger.  So they get Blegojovich and the EYES are set upon the ever-expanding Republican Majority.

Hey, White House!! This is Civilization:)  What GAME you THINK you're playing with your glaring and race-baiting has been surrounded by the Indians who elevate Racial Interactions to a true progression.  The "Savages" can address the entire power struggle with one phrase:  "He was a Dick yesterday."

As Halperin and  Heilemann sanitized the image of their Alpha Posturing Chessman, they readily sacrificed their Queen to do what men do:  stiff the Women with an arrogant choice that demonstrates why THEY aren't entrusted with the survival instinct gene.  Ah, Well!  While the Joyride plays on and the NBC parasites take their 'marching orders' from the JOB Imman, the genuinely competitive black folks are already onjto their legitimate opportunity- which they SHARE with all comers capable of really getting it onj.

In the world of the Renaissance, working in relative obscurity, the HIDE of the Clintons and the balance of the World, nee the Universe which HAS skin in the game are discreetly carrying the diplomatic exchange free of the feathered cowards holed up in the nest.  Expertise and Relationships trump goon politics any day, Obats.  The EYE to EYE exchanged for these two and a half years by the known and intimately appreciated HRC left the perks-copping hounds to their dalliances.  Veneer, Tina Brown prompts me...his black skin is MEER VENEER.  The "bro" thing, the lah-dee-dah millionaire basketball and football playing, jewelry wearing princes of the celebrity kingdom somehow trust that the presidency is something they can cop to prove their "IT" ness.

Having sold his book, and now the rights to the movie, Halperin, once the Time, Inc. leadership trustee, has become too big for HIS breeches and - well -  like Sarah Palin, must channel his Journalist Roots with succinctly colloquial nails in the coffin of the posturing Perp presenting himself as leadership material of the calibre intended to supplant the Clintons.

Those of us who understand goal achievement can recognize where the Obama Presidency is going.  The Pelosi-Dean coalition did the Lucy 'Psyche!' grab of the football to the Hillary Camp's Charlie Brown-like trusting Team Player traditional procession.  The "DICK" Bots did what Mobsters Do: They pulled off a coupe as though the government of the United States of America is somehow vulnerable to the guile of street thugs.  The obsession to have the NERO Speech surrounded by Romanesque elegance on the 45th anniversary of "I Had A Dream" eclipsed the very real need the world has to observe for themselves, the procession of what the Powers-That-Be among the Peoples of the World know to be American Order.  The very people who look to the States as the "Shining" City on the Hill know the Rules, too.  They know they'll NEVER put their money, their trust, their faith and effort into a contest which can be JOBBED by a crew like Halperin, Couric, Immell and others of the Media Kingdom oblivious to their obligations to just report.

As the Veneer on the Occupant of the Oval Office is polished and buffed, the Flea Markets are alive with the People's Values where the traffic in Skin Games is pretty brusque.  Trash Working Class Whites if you must, you hyper Power-Consuming Progressives.  Careful you don't stick your finger in the socket while you've got both your thumbs and your head-up-to-your-eyes-and-ears in your Veneered's ass.  Like the joke about the Dentist preparing to pull the tooth of a needle-rejecting, gas-refusing patient in pain, "here's a Viagara to provide you with something to hold onto while we "treat" you.  !people and twiterers ride the wave of getting away with adolescence while they trick the parents with electronic mystique.  Day comes when the Parent's CHECK BOOKS, not unlike Grandma (Toot) Madelyn's Check Book, is the one refuge for the damage-iinducing, adolescent "didn't know any better" learning experience.  We watch the Wave crashing against the shore of our consciousness, and await the orderly procession of succeeding waves, likewise, crashing in order, in rhythm, in synchrony with all we know of Nature and Progress.

Celebration of the Veneered One's Inauguration heated in earnest with the trading for the newly vacated Senate Seats.  Both the One in New York and the One in Illinois were now on the market and the Primitives had a deal to cut.  Carolyne Kennedy in New York was Payday for Ted's endorsement.  Jarrett in Chicago was the kicker for the Mob's "delivery" at the Rules & Bylaws Committee political maneuvers.  Oh, that prattle about the NEW Politician who would be transparent and who would openly conduct the business of the people for the purpose of demonstrating legitimacy, of course, couldn't happen in this Mobster scenario.   Instead, the raid on the Governor of Illinois's early morning bedroom - conducted by the incompetent Patrick Fitzgerald - was about to prove beyond a shadow of a doubt - that the Veneered Camp had cut corners so inartfully as to leave a trail of vengeful bodies all the way to jail.  Can you truly doubt that the still cocooned "Precious" doesn't caress his ring and tell himself he's special throughout the day? 

Shuffle, Shift, Shivers, Shimmy.  I have the same problem with David Patraeus, a MILITARY General ascending to the C.I.A. Director SHIP as I had with George Herbert Walker Bush, a CIA Director becoming a heartbeat away from the Presidency.  You just don't mix a lawless, make up the rules as you get away with the ones you just broke Outfit like the CIA with something LEGITIMATE meaning rules-observing, abiding, respecting branches of Government.  Ditz-Drones like McCaskill, Reed and Schumer cast ill-informed, mis-guided votes of Go-Along to Get-Along partisanship to suck up to the President they put on us with all the stink it carries. 

Fair Trade, however, dictates that the Patraeus maneuver preserves the necessary balance wrought when Clinton Chief of Staff became Secretary of Defense.  Once a post held by the Bush / Cheyney trustee, the Department of Defense now ascends to the proper Eye Level in an otherwise Clinton People Administration.  William Daley, Clinton's Secretary of Commerce, no doubt conducted the orderly transition with the utmost diplomatic skill and sensitivity.

It's OVER, folks.  FINALLY!!! It's the ECONOMY, Stupid!  The World looks to the United States to conduct the Economy and distribute PRODUCT not NEWS!!!  Halperin.  Brown.  We enjoy reading your thoughts, as though we practice OCCLUMENCY in defense of our own privacy while Legilmens like yourselves exploit our trust with droppings you've convinced us we seek. 

The Coup Redistributed.  The Voodoo met the Magic.  The Kids of the Kids Gotchu!  That GAME you played with forces beyond your control is being won in the Psyches of the Innocent, of the Fair Players, of the Best of Americans.  Let your Phone Gnomes Mob-Rob the Retail Outlets and Flash Mob the Squares of Dictator-Driven Countries where Economies defy attempts to subordinate the Human Instinct to thrive.  Humiliate the Women who address the issues with PRIMITIVE gestures intended to subordinate their instincts in a final grasp for the POWER.  And, along with the undeveloped mobs of the Sharia-Ordered louts who contribute to your billion dollar re-election campaign at $5.00 levels, the recovering junkies - and even the died-in-the-wool junkies who buy this Presidency are hapless, willing fools.  Frat Boy speech writers let you pander to the foolish, preen for the femmes and strut your stuff on the campaign trail, but in the trenches, the War on Women is over.  The assault on the Free Choice of Women to lead in their own Governance and make their life-leading decisions themselves has been met, equalized and re-distributed on the Level.  We SEE US.

The Hammer Wanna Be Can't Separate the Rocks From The Nails

Supposedly, the songwriter was fired from his teaching/coaching job in Tennessee.... when I look at the hammer in the hand of the "worker" I think of two things:

1 -  The symbol of Communism

2 -  The take-off - distributed supposedly without the knowledge or consent (wink, wink) of the OAF OFA campaign of the Apple Ad showing the decathlon runner entering the theatre and flinging the "Hammer" at the screen upon which was being shown a speech by Hillary Clinton.

This makes me want to see a Primary Battle in 2012 that takes out ALL the hackers who rode in on this creep's coattails...at least the ones who aren't already gone thanks to the sweep of 2010:)

Eye To Eye Leading

Read the body language, the "Academician's Pose" really bearing down to hear the nuance, the grit of the speaker's words.  Note the Eyes.  One of the strongest, most seasoned leaders on Earth, who has "been around" for longer than his counterpart can understand, was accused of talking down to the President.  The "teachable moment" here, was most certainly in order.  Can the "Teach" get this down straight in time for his next exam?

Doing "Prism" Time and Rising To The Day After The End Of The World

"It's not what you look at that matters, it's what you see."
Author, Poet and Philosopher, Henry David Thoreau

Misery as a life form has taught me that the idea of death has always been part of my living experience.  As with groceries, parts of me are "perishible" and parts are staple.  All of it changes constantly.  To die to what no longer aligns with that which I have tested, understood to be accurate and - most importantly - used productively, is the maturation process.  I embrace the end of a life I have been living simultaneously with those other not-quite-axised mutable aspects of my evolving Spirit.  Just as any refinement process removes what has expired, I readily drop those errors of consciousness impeding and weighing me down. 

I choose to die to the fear, loss, suffering and humiliation - all part of my gathering will to live, work and love in a community free of the illusions associated with death.  In the Light, I understand that things are not always as they seem, but - with sense and integrity, courage and love, we can see things as they are rather than as those who would deceive us would have us believe.  Or, like Bobby Kennedy urges, see things as they could be and acting from the "Why Not?" process of decision making.  Some actions guided by what we "see" are courageous and of the stuff solid leadership requires.. Some actions - by the standards of those of us who "know better" - are suicide.

At the moment when all we believe is proven to be false, how do we respond?  Lives are built upon Systems of Beliefs.  What we believe often brings about our reality.  Are we not mere Processors of all elements flushed into our plane of existence where we have equal access to the rain that falls on every head, on the tide that raises all boats?  If we believe that we are married, do we not center our life therein?  When we learn that we were married, "he" were not, our "life" as we believed it to be ends.  Maria Shriver and her children arrived there recently, bringing with them the rest of the celebrity-following universe.  Her status as heir to a vast fortune built on the Kennedy Legacy was shared with his status as a World Class Body Builder-turned Movie Star Icon-turned Political Executive.  Like Barak Obama, Arnold Schwarzenneger knew no limits, encountered no resistance he couldn't navigate.  He built himself into the Terminator - a concept synonymous with a Force sent from the Future (to us, who are not yet there.)  Because he has been sent from "the Future," he is carried along without regard to physical laws WE observe here in the axis of Time and Space.  The Terminator is ALIVE IN THE FUTURE.  He was sent from that life actuality to remove from existence, the Mother of another entity in HIS reality who threatens whatever he is there.  It cannot work.

Sarah Connor delivered John, conceived with another entity from the future, who found her by matching her appearance up to a photograph taken during her pregnancy.  Now, this is a complicated scenario that removes a lot of stuff that we think is caste in stone and permits us to live our lives - even after we die - in the truer-to-the- Axis "Best" we can be.

Today's partisans ressurrect the anger they felt toward Jimmy Carter for his inability to Bring Out Our Best.  In his book,  "Why Not The Best?"  Jimmy Carter captured the Wanna Bes of the Democratic Party, just as George McGovern did.  Bill Clinton, likewise, asked Americans to dream about Tomorrow and to see themselves at their best.  The response to Obama was the same.  Naieve but articulating the words we wanted to hear, these candidates were forced on their "know better" fellow citizens who knew their ignorance of reality by their unbridled optimism.

George H W Bush was no neophyte: he had been the director of the Central Intelligence Agency and seeded Al Qaida with his Iranian deals.  Carter left office, more the victim of the Iranian Embassy seige than the economy.  But when Bush called for a Kinder, Gentler Nation those words melted hearts.  Carter exploded in one speech with the memorably sensible statement regarding Nuclear Armament that we were spending all our resources, all our best efforts preparing for a war NOBODY can win!  Nails in the coffin of deception and illusion like this are what each successive President brings to the Oval.  In his call for a new perspective on the "Judgement" of an accomplished woman, Obama articulated what many wanted to hear.  His job is done.  His services - like those of Carter, Kennedy, Bush 41 and Ford, are no longer required.  We went a little out there, to a future where we could indulge a little in a fantasy of how great we can be, and now it's time to get back down to earth, to pay the bills and take a commercial break. 

We learned much through this exercise in observing misogyny and racism, and pretty well re-defined, in our individual consciences, whether or not we were either racist or misogynyst.  Which politicians measure up in the comparison?  Do you still love John Edwards?  Arnold?  Elliott Spitzer?   What about Rob Blegojovich, who somehow got thrown out of the Game of Gaming the Game by the Gamers' Game Prosecutor, Patrick Fitzgerald? Didn't he truly blow both the Rove and the Illinois Senate Seat investigations?

The "Magic Ticket"

At an elementary school in Carrick, PA, a K-9 Officer, at eye level with the children, "sniffs" indicators of a community's worst fears.  It is urgent that the families of the students recognize and respect the threat to their existence.  Their Lives, as they have known them, are ended.  It is a new day, they begin anew, to dispose of that which is "perishable" and clean out the refrigerator of their sense of security to learn to police themselves.  The Shepherd processes information without the temptation to retreat into denial or shock.

The Dog relies on sense, trained to associate what is delivered to his nose with the signals he is alerted to flag.  To the City Schools of Pittsburgh and the families of Carrick, this dog says: "Trust Your Instincts."  Remain calm, but reason through this clear and present danger.  Unlike the overblown drama of TSA pat-downs of 7 year olds, SEE what you are looking at and respond intelligently.  The indicators, however subtle, are there for you to discern. 

Moore's Buyer's Remorse

 We didn't profile multi-millionaires (in fact, they now have their own fast-track line to easily get through security, an oddity considering every murderer on 9/11 flew in first class). We didn't run headlines that said "Multi-Millionaire Behind the Mass Murder of 3,000" (although every word in that headline is true). You can say his wealth had nothing to do with 9/11, but the truth is, there is no way he could have kept Al Qaeda in business without having the millions he had.  Michael Moore

TWO THINGS:  The frat boy who writes Obama's speeches, the one photographed groping the cardboard cut-out of Hillary Clinton, the one who went from sleeping on the floor in a frat house to a White House job impressing the males of our culture with stupefying speeches that never turn into performance personifies the "celebration" of opportunities for his Mob Boss President to bathe in the limelight while announcing his coup - to shove the Wedding/Celebration of Love and the Devastated Alabama tornado victims off the air. 

Bin Laden was the pathetic recluse, imprisoned for "his own safety" no different from us, at the disposal of the Pakistani Government who were savoring the collector' s private satisfaction, secure in the knowledge denied to the rest of the world, that they had the creep contained.  If UBL had any legitimate strategic rather than political value, Pakistan would have TRADED on their holding.  Instead, they quietly went about their double-dealing aware that the Abbatobad Zoo housed what the world believed to be a Food Chain Top Dawg.  Ben Laden was, in fact, a Eunich who relied on porn and likewise imprisoned family members to go through the motions of living while he took breath by the grace of Pakistan and nothing more.

In a world where we cannot control everything, we who respect ourselves and value peace, control what we can.  Ben Laden was a certifiably crazed, wall-climbing prisoner in what looked for all the world like a prison compound, right down to the barbed wires - not unlike our own Grand Slammers.  His "connection" to the internet was a low tech flash drive - again, over which he had no control.  He was surrounded by poverty, ignorance and inbred mentality.  Full of himself, thinking like a twelve-year-old menace and consumed with preening for his next planned "message" to the terrorized, he was an aging degenerate mobster who came eye to eye with another mobster's messenger.

American Business made the Ben Laden Family billionairs and when their black sheep son nearly cost them everything, the BUSINESS INTERESTS quickly siezed the reigns.  At the same time Obama was lobbing taunts at Donald Trump - yet another Mobster who operates by the warped Golden Rule:  "He Who Has The Gold Makes The Rules," this operation was unfolding. 

In my experience, the frat boys were merely re-enacting the glamorized movie "The Godfather" depicting the elimination of his enemies by Michael Corleone's goons while he stood at a Baptismal Font pledging to serve as the Spiritual Defender of an infant family member.  The ability to carry off such a COOL appearance is nothing admirable.  It should tell you what a complete fraud he is.  It should clarify for you that the modus operandi of the MOB is to conduct its criminal activity in broad, wide open daylight, enveloped within the cyclonic mesmer of the illusion created by a speech.

When Trump met with the executives of Obama's "Godfather," NBC, they made him the Offer he couldn't refuse.  While he may very well "love his Country," as he most certainly loved Ivanna, Marla and his gilded cage, what he doesn't love are "surprises."  He didn't expect to be the target of such over-the-top ridicule from a collective of Fourth Estate TV colleagues who gave him a taste of what the Clintons experienced in 2008.  At some point, it's all overkill.  In my Tarot reading this morning, I was reminded that a King is a King.  No matter where you go on Earth, if you are a King, you wear the crown and the buck stops wth you.  The Universe doesn't measure you by the grandeur of your castle, but by the general prosperity of the Kingdom you subjugate.  Frat Boys and Mobsters are categorized in the Animal Kingdom.  Whether you're King of Emotions, Fire, Money or Forces, no King may rise higher than any other King, and that's the Law of the Jungle.  The only way a King may achieve greatness is by turning his focus on the well being of his People.  I would remind the present Occupant of the Oval Office, as he embarks on his "re-election tour," of those great moments in Presidential speeches Letterman ran regularly to ridicule Bush.  "The Only Thing We Have To Fear Is Fear, Itself."  "Ask Not, What Your Country Can Do For You.  Ask what YOU can do for your Country."  For all the soaring rhetoric that made the men love you madly, you have yet to deliver any quotable moments that will make it to the "Late Night" Top 10.  

Trump forced Birth Cert 2.0 onto the WEB.  What we have yet to see are the stamps on that - what was it, a British Passport?  An Indonesian Passport?  that allowed the young but adult Obama to travel to Paaaa  Kee Staaaan during the years when he and his mother had their dfifferences.  

Victims Of DV Relate - Oppressor Stopped

Big surprise that the cowards of the Sharia / Quasi-Muslim / Radicalized males of the cult of threats of violence and terror have taken to the streets of London to call for continued abuse of Americans in their daily lives.  Any visitor to the TMU site who read through the comments of the family of a man who died at his own hand after attacking the mother of his daughters has observed, in a nutshell, how the typical abuser fails to process information.  A family culture of aggressive din fosters disruptive air around the household that prevents mindful understanding.

In the military raid that "removed our Bin Laden Problem," American Forces eliminated the "wiggle room" enjoyed by incorrigibles who rely on bluster and threats to keep their victims in line.  The initial response, outrage, is the UNPROCESSABLE DISCOVERY of an equally strong threat awaiting the abuser.  Males who impose terror on their domestic partners with threats of violence parallel gestures to control the United States via the abuse of the American Psyche. 

A threat is an admission of impotence.  A person who flees from a life of responsible co-existence with fellow sovereigns by taunting, humiliation, describing sickening outcomes, is a person expressing a death wish.  No American who has been reared in the culture of the descendents of the signers of the Declaration of Independence can "balance" the respect for the life of a fellow human being with realization of a threat to his own life and security by such a "fellow." 

The conduct of the radical muslim community has triggered the survival instincts of our fellow citizens.  The media and exploitive politicians attempt to co-opt the effect of the threatening abusers by contributing to the irrational din calculated to disorient, suppress and distract people from uniting to act in their own best interest.  It takes centered, focused people to navigate the atmosphere of oppression and to stay "on purpose" and live their lives.  It is important for a threatened people to confront threats to their survival with a "No Nonsense" choice to eliminate the threat.

The shocked men of the radicalized Muslim cult are expressing what we know to be impotence and fear of the American Community unleashing the power of the dignity of a People.  Driven, not by hatred or violence, but by the determination to preserve the quality of life and our freedom, we share a unity with the 'underworld' of humanity no longer willing to indulge the abuse.  The killing of Osama Bin Laden was a statement.  It was not the "Death" of Osama Bin Laden; he was killed by American Men of integrity, respect for authority and strength.  His reign of terror was repudiated, his psycopathic mind - the incubator of increasingly horrific threats - was snuffed in an instant.  From reports of the mission, he was "confused" and incapable of responding to the threat on his own life.  Although esconced in a compound built to protect his vile existence, his "protection" evaporated in the presence of prepared, informed, trained armed men equipped to come face to face with the monster who has been the unwelcomed crasher of this Country's most important moments for ten years.  In the presence of those whom he valued, where he was "at home" living his life, he was confronted with the disruptive, threatening violence he so routinely imposed on us. 

Any Wanna Be who aspires to replace him as America's Number One Enemy can expect this Force of trained "seales" to outpace him with inventive schemes.  No longer paralyzed with fear and dread, Americans have determined that a "life" under the thumb of a violent, cruel murderer is no life worth living and any "danger" presented by such a threatening entity is only in his mind, as the victim of that threat has already died to the life so oppressed.  Retaliatory attacks advocated by the "muslim brotherhood" are, likewise, expressions of impotent rage at being beaten at their own game.  The notion of American Military Coverts operating within their own borders has galvanized the mobs in the Sharia-abiding world.

Really?  It offends them to discover that determined men on a mission are living - undetected - in their midst, planning attacks on their cherished institutions?  Can you tell us - for the cameras - how does that feel?  Can you imagine, in your testosterone churning defiance, what it will feel like when that reality becomes what you face each day with a complicit media blaring unrelenting reminders to you of angry, crazy gun nuts plotting and planning your demise?

   

Asians Animate the News

Osama Bin Ladin Dead

Osama Bin Ladin Dead - the nut jobs feel the earth move.  Obama and his "important things." he already knew.

suddenly, everything's funny

Correspondents' Dinner Jokes

Seth's best joke of the night:  "I'm contractually obligated to attend the MSNBC After Party...everybody knows how the MSNBC After Party works:  Obama makes the Kool Aid and everyone there drinks it."  And the camera panned to Obama who was noticeably chilled..."NPR's having a party...I'm told it will be a little subdued... how wild can it get if held in accordance with Sharia Law?"  and in response to the groanz...that's what I was TOLD to say...

Correspondents are associated in this endeavor, supposedly to hold each other to a culture of high standards and strength.  It is an institution focused on the culture of integrity and honor among the leaders of thought in this country.  The evening gowns and tuxedos were a bit much.   I believe that the same high-paid White House and Press Corps Job holders who have pushed and shoved their accomplished elders aside in their haste to be in charge of themselves would find it tough to take if ... say ... a BLOGGER such as Wonkette, RiverDaughter or Uppity were to eclipse them and become the online source most quoted by Network Anchors. 

During my training with AFLAC, I saw among Insurance Agents what I should see at the White House Podium or on the News.  Each Monday Morning District meeting was peppered with reminders to agents whose sales might be slacking, that the only thing they needed to do was make certain that they won sales contests legitimately.  Down the road, after they've taken the cruise or cashed the bonus check, or taken the top prize in a field of close competition, those policies they claimed they sold to actual clients had better be paying the premiums, still in force and renewing.  Too many young "professionals" think short term and expect to "WIN" by Gaming the competition... They concoct "Policies" with their own funds, "close" deals with buyers who aren't completely aware of how they're being manipulated and post "business" that isn't going to survive on the books past the first quarter.

When their numbers fold, their competition takes action.  The "Agent" loses the license, the right to represent the Company and the commissions are reversed.  Those who "lost" the sales contest to the cheater see to it that this judgement is carried out.  This is business....Good Business.  You would NEVER GET AWAY with a Sales Manager attacking a colleague who complained about the rep's cheating.  The colleagues of the Rep would never tolerate such a classless assault on the integrity of the competitors.  Such a gratuitously insulting reaction to an objection would never have been given a pass by the parties to the competition.  They would have been politely observed, then TALKED ABOUT AT LENGTH OVER DRINKS UNTIL the group concluded that they had to call the management on the red flag.  The Group would have expressed their suspicions and in a business like manner, would have addressed it responsibly.  They wouldn't have asked their children if they thought the cheater should be named Salesman of the Year.  They would never in a zillion years have expected their children to understand the survival instincts this creep aroused in them.  They would have sensed and acted upon the insight earned over the course of their careers.  They would have curtly but emphatically dropped the agent from their support system and monitored further activity with a skeptical eye.  They would know what to look at and recognized what they saw. 

They would understand and accept that their kids would only be looking at the money on the table.  The Professionals would be VERY aware of the moneys not yet earned, the income potential created by good relationships, ethical choices and solid reputations.   I don't know where you come from,  Associated Correspondents, but in MY business, the subject of unrelenting questions and gossip is a high (and therefore UNACCEPTABLE) risk I simply would not take.  It's not because I'm racist,  not because I'm a sore loser, and certainly not because I'm out of the Game too slow and out-slicked by hot shots on an ego trip twisting every responsible objection into an insulting accusation.  t is because my years have educated me in the ways of the stable, successful people of good business.

So, as a "Betting Woman" looking at the field for 2012, my money would absolutely NOT be on Barak H Obama.  My money will be on the System-savvy bloggers and social networking Elders to take it to him on his own terms, at his own level, with his own "tricks" and Game OVER.  So to Plouff & Company:  Get a Game, folks.  That first lap 'round the track was "practice."

That game with the Birth Certificate wasn't fooling anybody, and nobody who has lost a job because they lied on their resume or failed a drug test and had to explain it to their dependents aren't feeling amused by the Correspondents' calling Trump's candidacy a joke.  As I recall, the Bambi references pissed off the Obama Supporters enough to vow; "I'll Show THEM!"  and take it to Hillary's Campaign.  In 2012, you should expect the Anti-Obama campaigns to let the word R-A-C-I-S-T work their mo-jo like "Niagara Falls!" 

As for the kids, they're going to hear; "Get a Job."  and it will be the cruelest irony of all, because, thanks to their disrespect, there are no jobs to be gettin'...so that whole "Win The Future" thing will suddenly have a hands-on meaning to them...they'll find themselves in Tuscaloosa, Alabama volunteering to help the clean-up crews with the sorting, re-cycling, nail-driving clean-up work shoulder-to-shoulder with folks who reallly need their Government involvement.   Instead of raising a billion dollars to squander on a cult-of-personality reelection campaign, they'll recognize the money is better spent on their suffering fellow Americans.  Those Women who were sucked in by the Democrat's Unity Pressure will have the experience of a season chafing under the Obat's cold-blooded management drive to sour them on turning out for the "relapse."  I'm betting those "Super Voters, Super Donors and Super Volunteers" who followed Hillary's lead and went Democrat in November 2008 have long since lost the stomach for the Game as Obama Calls It and if they didn't vote Republican in the last two elections, they probably just forgot to vote.

http://logisticsmonster.com/us-constitution/federalist-papers/
Are you still driving your SUV down to the grocery store every day to get a pack of cigarettes?  Do your kids expect you to fund their !phones, !pads, !want-it-alls while their teachers strike - righteously - for the automatic raise they should get because they kept their jobs for the past full year?

Like the grasshopper who fiddled and played while the Ants worked all summer to store away a Winter's worth of provisions, the Union and Retiree folk are getting in there to demand support from the rest of us who have long since lost benefits, savings if not our jobs, so they may hold onto theirs.  It's the greedy Republicans... it's the Greedy Oil Companies, Oil Speculators, ...Collapse the Capitalist System!!! yadda, yadda, yadda...

Me?  I am - at long last, resigned to the things I'll never have because the "Buy In" is unavailable to me even if I were willing.  I haven't been out to dinner in ages, in fact, I'm thankful there's any food in my house the way prices for everything are leap-frogging each other.  But the Butler County Democrats will hold their Spring Dinner to introduce the Candidates and - since the cost is a mere $15 bucks, how can anybody be too cheap to do that?  A fifteen dollar dinner on a Thursday night, not sure who'll be there, and since I'm only doing it for the opportunity to hear again, with my own ears, how the Democrats got their asses kicked up to their teeth on November 2, 2010 because they didn't get their message out, I'm `THERE!

I want to hear as many candidates as possible ask me to get out there and work for nothing to get them elected so they can do the bidding of the big donors who want to go down on Obama and oppress me for my "racism" as though my take on the Economy is nothing they need to worry about.  I want to shake the hand and look in the eye of any Power-That-Wants-To-Be and see the pupil go completely Iris-sized as they convince me that the coalition that elected Obama still has the votes to get THEM elected to shore up his agenda. 

Yes, and I want to continue this reign of Trolls and incompetents who elbowed themselves past the capable electors now losing faith, dreams and the ground underfoot to the HOPE who should have billed himself as the HOOP  or the HOLE, or the COPE with it; Where Else Are They Going To Go? Plouffe FFools.

So the Secret Service has added an Armored Bus to the fleet of Armored Vehicles in which the CIC is carted 'round ... so the gas-guzzling non-hybrid vehicles taxpayers are told they should abandon are out of his way when he blows through your state on the Campaign Trail.   2 things:  He's pro gun control but goes nowhere without an army and a bullet-proof, IED-Proof limo and now tour bus securing his butt and the Secret Service, unlike the Air Traffic Controllers, are wound up tight enough to just sense when a Non-SS gun or bomb is in the area.  Got It.

ick.  I hate this guy.

Scurrying to the Comfort of the Class Room

His Facebook "lecture" has taken on the look of his campaign stops: backed up by unquestioning admirers applauding his every phrase.  The Lecturing Administration never notes the poor results the pupils get on their quizzi.  Mid Terms? Uhh...Professor: I do conclude that you and your "Faculty" booted those more certainly than did Sarah Palin of the Katie Couric question "What Papers and Magazines do you Read?"

No longer expecting an intelligent review from the Party: the DNC IS Obama & Company.  Shows you, though, doesn't it, that Women who supported Hillary Clinton had totally lost their sense of humor.  Each pundit reference to HRC as the "Wife" or Mother or cranky, demanding Female Authority Figure was meant to be a white flag of surrender to the "Inevitable" President. 

We can now laugh at ourselves for the failure of the Wimminz to just find the boys mildly amusing, send them back to their football games, their garages and their action movies while we took over the Country's reigns. 

Majority United can still get it together.  This is funny.  Not tragic, but actually eye-opening reason to smile understandingly and take this burden of leadership off the shoulders of our Kids' Elementary School Principal.  The JOB at hand demands hearty stock: the level of commitment to "love" that takes us through the nine months of gestation, delivery and post-partum recovery. 

They weren't demeaning us: they were actually floating a "We Trust You to Kick Our Ass When We Need It" stroke of conditional surrender.  We are supposed to be intuitive, sense rather than see it outright.  If that were the criteria, any man could figure it out.  We were operating from a leadership "style" that conducts a campaign via the young, hormone-driven political professionals who bring high energy and ambition to their political jobs. 

It is not amusing to recognize that the Obama / Plouffe strategy is to appeal to the young, to mislead the inexperienced and to energize the Face Book Nation to twist their parents' arms again to get them to endorse, fund and elect him.  He is pitting the Kids against the Folks with much the same technique a Professsor would use in a College Classroom: your "grade" is mine to accord you contingent upon the deference you accord me over the duration of the semester.  So there you have it:  Obama surrounds himself with "Students" who failed to read their History and are now permitted to register in the School of Hard Knocks.  Unlike Jack Kennedy who owned a Classics infused mind, or like Bill Clinton who possessed the intellect of a dominating gamesman, honed in the Governors' Mansion over two terms interrupted by a commuppance, the President / Guest Lecturer has been forced - by Egalitarian Fairness of the Fourth Estate, to rotate out those seats in the Press Box to non-adoring, scrutinizing, assignment performing/submitting scholars building carreers rather than sucking up for the "A."

A good grade in the Obama / Plouffe Classroom viewed from the wider, long-term angle of the Graduate School of Reality and Life In The Big City isn't enough to get it done.  Sure - Dad's going to give them the money to register, but when those grades - protected from the bill payers by the Registrar's Office Student Privacy rules drop them out, it's not, now or ever, DAD'S responsibility.   Except in the sense that the failed college kid is now Mom & Dad's for the forseeable future. 

When Professor Obama appeals to his classes for unqualified loyalty, to "get in the faces" of any who question his analysis and to demand the Affirmative Action President be nurtured and encouraged by the Know Betters in the supporting roles around him, he is saying to the WOMEN of this Country that the only thing that matters in this entire experience is his PRETTY FACE!!!  He now wants to be the FIRST WOMAN PRESIDENT, having supplanted the first Black President.  He now wants this game he's acquired to become the game of the 2012 Campaign.  Don't worry about Leading: just look pretty.  We can take care of everything.  We don't want you to break a nail.  We will lavish you with gifts, squire you to the finest restaurants and provide you with the wardrobe, transportation and entertainment that shows the world you're special.  You are Daddy's Little Girl and anybody who challenges that will answer to Daddy....which makes you want to ask the President / Princess:  "Who's Your Daddy?"

We ask, not out of disrespect:  it matters only until we assess whether we can take him or not, thus determining our next move.  I saw that working the door at the Clark Bar with Barry Bonds after a Pirate Game in the early Nineties.  Bonds, Bonilla and the rest of the team were in the private party room celebrating a team mate's birthday the day I was "Guest Bouncer" at the post-game celebration.  My mentors, Jeff & Marty, had prepped me to know what to look for as fans came in.  My manager, the Boss who had given the O.K. knew us from the Steel Gym and was gratified that hiring bouncers who weren't big, heavy handed bruizers of the dubious wit, but rather, obviously trained, strong men who did the work of lifting and nutrition training, remaining sober and alert at the Gate.

When I took up my perch at the entrance to the Clark Bar that Fourth of July weekend, I expected Jeff to face me and we would carry off the post-afternoon game duties without a challenge...until Bonds emerged from the party room wearing his "Gold's Gym" shirt and gold chains, bracelets and diamond earrings.  It was "my day!"  and here was Barry Bonds, MLB Star, millionaire and legacy, crowding my debut!  I had won my opportunity via the hard grind of opening the gym at 6:00 a.m every weekday, then going off to my regular job after which I returned to the gym for my own work-out.  Ah! The "life" of sacrifice and intent.  So here was BARRY BONDS "guesting" on my other stool, blowing the minds of the fans entering the post-game celebration.  WTF?  wasn't in the lexicon back then, but that's what they were thinking; trust me.  Bonds, who was a shit to Pittsburgh Fans and who arrogantly ignored the promotion efforts made by the Pittsburgh Baseball Club and Manager Jim Leyland, who brushed off auto-graph seekers and who NEVER delivered in the playoffs, now talking about how much money he'd command on the open market when he became a free agent and that the 'Burgh was the LAST team he'd "perform" for.

Surprised but not really; I saw this for what it was ... the standard bullshit I got from the guys I worked with at the Pirates' ticket office.  This wasn't about the money, not about the respect, not even about the Game or the Girls who wanted to get into the game.  This was a flat-out crude guy, as low class as Darryl Strawberry or Dock Ellis, thinking that everybody lived by the code of the 'hood, and preferred to see a guy - ANY guy, occupying the seat wherever one existed.  Offering his seat to a Lady was the ultimate proof that the guy had her under his thumb, that she would never notice his limitations as long as he first  withheld it from her forcibly, then made a gallant show of "offering" it to her.  Unbeknownst to her, the gesture was a show, for his buddies, cooked up in the back room for their solicitous amusement in the Eddie Haskell tradition.  They KNOW I can and do kick their ass.  They know that they owe their stardom to my indulgence of their "boy" behavior and they HOPE that game will never end. 

So, relax, guys.  I know the game.  I give you the choice:  spend all your time monitoring MY moves and horning, crowding, forcing yourselves into the space I've earned, or get something YOU can't have...which brings us to my next post...

To Be Continued...

To The Presidential Advisors: LEADERSHIP CRED

When the drones observe "the Boss" breezing through his employees' work zone, what they actually witness is the Agent of the Support System into which their efforts and energies, accrued expertise and will are condensed.  Enroute to the top job in the company, this Chief Executive would have surrounded himself with a solid structure of competent performers who think like him, in a "Company-First" synchrony.

Another "Barry" clueless out in Left Field with the jock attitude, awaits the verdict from a Jury deliberating the issue of his fidelity to the Truth.  Son of Baseball Great Bobby Bonds, Godson of Willie Mayes, this Barry was incapable of understanding what it was the FANS expected from his greatness.  While Bonds demanded attention and big money in a quid-pro-quo ploy to deliver to the Pirates only as much as he perceived Tribute had purchased, he routinely alienated ticket buyers, autograph seekers and event patrons with a "No Show" snottiness that didn't play at all in Pittsburgh.  Without Bobby Bonnilla next door in Center, Bonds could not have begun to deduce what his job was out there in the "Corner" of Three Rivers.  Sure, he had the "trick" blythe catch of dropping fly balls into an upturned, confidant glove - and almost always caught the third out thusly with the showy clipped step to start running to the dugout ending the inning. But Bonds never really grasped the relationship between the "players" in the seats with the "Stars" on the Field.  Although the Pirates got to the Playoffs of Major League Baseball three years in a row in the early Nineties, The 30-30 club "Individual" record setter never delivered when the Team was in position to advance to the World Series.  Bonds' failure to prevent Syd Bream's "The Slide" scoring the Braves' winning run is burned into the retina of all Pirate Fans who find his current "juicing" saga not surprising.  For all his talent, Bonds never had the "Heart" of a leader and couldn't equate his own self-interest with that of his Team or his Town.

Speak to the Democrats who lost in November about the President's "leadership" and you might get a stunning review of the "Context" in which they played ball with Barry through the chain-gang subordination that appeared, from here, to be a Pelosi/Reed Puppet Show.  The DCCC Tough Guy, Emmanuel, promptly became the CCCC Tough Guy - Chicago Congressional Campaign Committee - the moment "individual opportunity" opened a door for Barry's Chief of Staff.  "Barry" from the Block is "NOW PLAYING" in the block-head game that will finally shut down the Government.  As the New England Patriots observed of the gunslinger, Ben Roethlesberger in failing to lead the Steelers to the AFC Championship in 2005, "He played like what he is:  A ROOKIE."

Metaphorically, we discern, Alas!, that the "One" is working on his individual stats - far more interested in the numbers he'll take into the negotiations with the Electorate as he seeks re-election, and the Progressives-led D.N.C. is subordinating its job of taking a TEAM into office with OFA redux.  To quote a famous candidate from 2008:  "You can put lipstick on a Pig, but it's still a PIG." 

Ironic Rhodes' Island Icon

While the clay-footed Collasus continues to drive the Chariot of the Sun across the sky, the "horses" who pull the cart belong to Hillary and Bill.  In a System of Checks and Balances, there is no room at the Top.  There is nothing more than squirms and pressure, and in such a tightly confined wedge, the synergy, not the elements, is what makes for security.  It would appear that the Exxpress Elevator to the Oval Office is for Freight, not Executive Delivery.  In an ironic twist on the whole "Brother" in Chief extravaganza, the truly productive Workers of the World recognize the value of the Team Player who, in truth, both leads and contributes.  Barry from the Blockade wedged out the "Team" from the fleeting Laurel Crown, but the Leadership he substitutes for legitimate neither galvanizes nor unites the key players.  He has no Game, no Plan, no GOTO and absolutely no credibility for the Big One.  He's been around sports enough to understand the "What have you done for me?" lately or otherwise fan attitude.       http://www.unmuseum.org/colrhode.htm

Git No! Headlines Billion $ Re-Election "Distraction"

Accomplished Academic learning a painful lesson in the Reality vs. their little bubble. Careers were riding on the development of evidence brought to a NYC Media Extravaganza, and SNAP! The Executive Branch has had its TRIP CANCELLED.

The Chicago Mob gets a lesson in Checks And Balance.

Congress, for once, reclaims ground upon which the Constitution places them, communicating in the most convincing consideration, that the decision to try the 9-11 Prisoner in Civilian Court is not yours to call.  Lots of things go into the progress this Country has made in its dual mission of Pursuit of Happiness and Liberty & Justice for All.  Imbalanced Power derails that progress.

His defiant "Bully Pulpit" Surrogazzi got the Manhattan Yawn from the folks who have long since put the Brethren of these thugs on notice, The Big Apple has always worn the pants where gangsters go, and this crowd can do nothing more than go back to Chicago and be the big frogs in a little pond with Oprah.  It's not about the Show, Bro.  It's very much about the Pro.

The Bill of Rights is for American Citizens; the Rights We The People exercised on this issue - through our Congressional Representation - 

Ninth Amendment: The enumeration in the Constitution, of certain rights, shall not be construed to deny or disparage others retained by the people.

Tenth Amendment: The powers not delegated to the United States by the Constitution, nor prohibited by it to the States, are reserved to the States respectively, or to the people.

On this One, the People simply said "NO!

Neither the Media nor the foolish children who opened the door for this unqualified wanna-be are in charge in New York City.  Statements made on a platform backed up by college kids for the Love Struck 24/7 news cycle have been met by the Taxpayers who are the Targets of the Obama Administration's covetous Copping Creep.  Designs on Rich Peoples' Money are part of the democrats' scheme to villify the Tea Party and represent themselves as Victims of Crazies.  Has the White House taken a gander at the overreaction of Muslim Brotherhood and their penchant for inflamation?

Hey, Bo's:  You lit this wick and sent it 'round. 
You ignored the Voice of Reason and drowned
It out with the Siren Song of Racism. 

Is it any surprise that the Ladies and Gentlemen of the Big House siezed and exercised legitimacy?  The destruction of the World Trade Center, the Pentagon and the Field Of Honor in Shanksville, wrought misery in the Clean-Up.  For the Witnesses world-wide, the horror of suicide pilots invading the cockpits of a Civilian Fleet,  first slitting throats of Flight Attendants then violating the workzone of Gentle People at Formal Business and International Exchange, the Mind in which this Villain hatched such a scheme is Parasitic and would feast on the emotions and resistance of the Families.

9-11 was a Racist act of Extremists diseased and untreated.  For the Greed-Driven bastards who cronied George W Bush into office, the attack was a demonstration by the sort of low-life their incompetence magnetized.  Obama is the correlated, cronied reaction.  Here in the Middle, the Midst of those who learned to reject Peace at any Price during the Four Hundred and Forty Four days during which our diplomats were held at our embassy in Tehran, no amount of civility impacts the Muslim Brotherhood.  We see in Wisconsin what a Brotherhood of Union Workers does to the House of Democracy.  We see wherever on Earth, that only "Brothers" have a Voice, that the responsible work of the People is subordinate to the demand for attention with destruction and disorder.

Having subdued "The People" with atrocities that shock them into momentary inaction, the Cult of Personality proceeds to lavish the resources of the People on themselves, their ego trip and obnoxious worship of cash flow, braggadoccio and arrogance.  But, Alas! the Human Spirit nourished by the God In Whom We Trust, recovers.  Our Strength is in our Union with God, the Trust we honor and the Faith we profess in exchange.  Thus attacked in the name of Allah, Divine Understanding of their religious principles vs. ours, Jimmy Carter learned that it's a "No Win" situation from which the President would have been wise to keep his distance.  Instead, he waded into the trial in progress then, for years, indulged in posturing and pretense.  As with the Operating Equipment of the Country's businesses, the tinkerer in chief has been taught to respect the mechanism of our System....I can only shake my head at the Kos-led taunts about Hillary's Judgement being inferior to that of the O. 

Hello! They're Discussing the Missing Blue Sock And Lefty Thinks They're Alone.

The dialogue is straightforward, the body language is unmistakeable. Twin on left is pressuring twin on right to agree that Daddy, who is better at kicking butt, will want an explanation for what happened to his other blue sock..."You need a PAIR!" he explains to the one missing his other sock. "I don't want to look like a moron and have to explain why my Mother dresses me funny, my Daddy couldn't dress himself decently without her either! Do you want to be like Daddy and not look well put-together?" Twin on Right - unlike bro - is aware of Mommy in recording mode and first rejects the notion, then transcends the obvious appeal to fear. While twin on left gets ever more passionate about insisting he locate the other sock, followed by a demonstration of what Dad can do to whomever gets out of line...twin on right is amused at what Mommy won't have to do to make the little punk wish he had never learned to say "DaDa." With a breathless "MaMa." he tries to warn the fool, turning away as if to say: "I cannot have this conversation with you: she's standing right there, Asshole." As the little conniver turns with a bravado exceeded only by his insensitivity to his brother's bare-footed predicament, he gets the 1/2 "Oh, Crap! How much did she hear?" look mixed with the 1/2 "That's my story and I'm sticking with it." look before returning to the discussion, now covering his tracks with a "I'll help you find your sock." promise..."Whew!" thinks Baby on Right. MaMa knows where my sock is and will put the camera down to replace it on my foot."

In Behalf of American Innovators: "Obama: You're Fired!

And take Chuck Schummer with you.

Over the years, I have enjoyed episodes of "The Apprentice" and its Celebrity Edition with a mix of sneering at Trump for his extravagance and appreciation for the creative nature of his challenges.  The Business Format is the underlying theme of each project by which the serious competitors hit the pavement of New York City with a Team of Buy-Ins loaded for Big League Commerce.

The bigger, quintessentially American flavor of Trump's media tour to test the waters for his Presidential bid is the articulation of what every hard-working American understands.  For a sixteen week Television season, the "game" is the same as Survivor: each week, somebody is eliminated for whatever reason the Donald decides.  Yes, he's a little capricious and a lot motivational.  Like Jack Kennedy's view of his heroic Naval Career: "They sank my boat:)"

Trump's history is one of three marriages, several bankruptcies, a sexist holding in the "Miss Universe" Pageant and the respect of the Hollywood Liberals who don't question his policies - that's what they hire Agents to do for themselves!  In a word: Trump's Tacky.  To all of red-blooded America, nevertheless, he's not pretending to be smart: he pays Attorneys millions to be smart in his interest.  He's the Success Story George W. Bush WISHES he could be.  He doesn't just blow the Tax Payers' money: he sets a challenge, chooses the most qualified people he can find for the project, gives them a budget and evaluates their input, results, relative value vis-a-vis the larger corporate culture and provides the "performers" with immediate feedback and recognition.

Whether he is elected President or not is absolutely immaterial to me.  If the Women of the Left were truly schooled in the art of backing the winner, they would prevail on the Obama Administration to appoint Trump Ambassador to China and everybody get serious about who we really are in this Game.  For a tough guy from the Chicago Mob, Obama has very little in the "Collections" Department going.  "China OWES us!"  claims Trump.  You cannot go too far in this Country and not find a massive heart of agreement with Trump's contention.  If Obama were to be taken seriously around the world, he'd stop picking on professional women and the little guy and get Eye To Eye with the world beyond his Ivory Tower. 

But he hasn't "got IT" and the dictators of the world know him to be a "wanna be dick-tater" who amuses them with his Mob-Apprentice naïveté.  Citizen of the World is not an ignoble moral standard: it ranks right in there with bringing-a-gun-to-a-knife-fight Common Sense over Courage.  When a worthy competitor gets in a room with the business men of China, Korea, South America or anywhere else the Stock Market is influential, it will be a meeting of minds, not  a photo OP for a novice whose idea of Swimming With The Sharks is in a protective cage.  No such water wings for the Donald:  he's got his Game going, his books on the Art of the Deal and other Entrepreneurial How-To's, his scars, his littered-with-the-remains of theorists path to Success and his own gilded airplane, helicopter, beautiful wife, and adult children living out his legacy.

 ...when he was interviewing confidence men, charlatans, counterfeiters, and other assorted swindlers of the general public...
                                   The sentence offered by the Merriam-Webster Dictionary in providing an example of how to use naïveté in a sentence.

Just as with Bill Clinton:  when Trump travels, the World's Welcome Mat will be out EVERYWHERE ON EARTH for two reasons:  They know they'll make out in any deal they cut with the Big Guy and they are thrilled for the opportunity to match wits with a True Challenger.  The Lions Play With Lions concept is no more clearly communicated than this.  "Donald Trump!" invite the deal-cutters of the universe, "Come On Down!!!"  ... and as a commissioned sales woman who has worked with the Editors and Publishers of the daily newspapers of the United States, I can assure you there are sharks in these waters licking their chops at the "news" this celebrity can generate.

Frankly; from my experience, I would suggest that a Republican Primary which includes Donald Trump,  and all the accomplished business people he will showcase, fundraising will be elevated to a new level of Patriotic Responsibility that brings in - not only cranky black celebrities spinning race bait at every turn, but an incredibly interesting collective of mentally healthy Community Organizers who operate through the local business community to make every citizen a participant in their success.  Trump is a proven force for motivating and entertaining.   His campaign promises to incorporate all the techniques and ideas his Television series has tested and tweaked over the seasons he's been on the air as well as the behind-the-scenes discussions he's had with real Executives and Successful Business Owners, buyers and sellers.  His "show" will have even the jaded Europeans riveted.

When the Cloward-Priven "Collapsists" try to take out the Capitalists, it will be a fair game - indeed - to have an armed opponent stepping up to defend our way of life.  I have no doubt that the "Brother" in the White House will be stripped of any and all influence when a true Brother of the "Color of Success" takes his ball to the court.