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Milwaukee County Sheriff David Clarke appeared on “Hannity” tonight to weigh in on why the death of convicted drug dealer Freddie Gray got so much more mainstream media attention than the murder of 25-year-old NYPD officer Brian Moore.
Last night, Sheriff Clarke told Hannity that, “Cops’ lives don’t matter.” Tonight, he said that he sees a political agenda in play, explaining that the data doesn’t back up the narrative of police targeting black men.
“There is no pattern. There is no credible evidence to support that law enforcement officers of any race use an inordinate amount of force against black males,” Sheriff Clarke stated.
He said this narrative thrives because the liberal mainstream media likes race and identity politics.
“They have abandoned their responsibility under the First Amendment to be neutral and to get to the facts, and they have become the mouthpiece, they have become the propaganda wing of leftist policy and leftist ideology,” Sheriff Clarke said.
Watch the clip from “Hannity” above.
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by Carrie K. Hutchens * Friday, April 04, 2008 * Dakota Voice
Hillary Clinton thinks it is all a big joke that she lied? She thinks it is funny? So funny that she tells Jay Leno on the Tonight Show that she was afraid she wouldn’t make it to the studio because she was pinned down by sniper fire? And this is a person running for president?
Did Hillary also think it was funny when Zeifman is said to have fired her and one of the reasons claimed was for lying? (“Shocking Revelations about Hillary Clinton’s Watergate Committee Job” by Rick Moran – April 2, 2008 and More on Hillary’s Unethical Watergate Conduct by Bob Ellis – April 3, 2008 .)
There is something wrong with someone that can get caught lying and then go on television and try to make it a comedy routine. Lying should bring feelings such as regret and shame — not light-heartedness, laughter and the attitude of, “Yep, I lied. Hehe isn’t that funny? You caught me! Hehe oh my side hurts from laughing so hard. Want to hear another one?”
People need to take a step back and give this matter some serious thought.
Parents need to consider how they would feel if their child lied and then acted like it was a joking matter — something to brag about. Employees need to consider how they would feel if a co-worker or boss lied. What if it was a teacher, minister, police officer, or doctor? Wouldn’t there be a trust issue? Wouldn’t people note the inappropriate reaction to being caught in a lie and wonder what was wrong with the person?
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Carrie Hutchens is a former law enforcement officer and a freelance writer who is active in fighting against the death culture movement and the injustices within the judicial and law enforcement systems.
by Carrie K. Hutchens * Friday, April 11, 2008 * Dakota Voice
I woke up to a clip of Bill Clinton blaming the media for what he considers unjust coverage of Hillary’s “misstatement” of the 1995 Bosnia trip. Poor Hillary, it was late at night, he claims. Besides the fact that the trip was in 1996, rather than 1995, he had some other facts wrong, too.
Hillary made the sniper fire statement on more than one occasion, contrary to his claim of once and at 11 at night when she was supposedly tired. But, of course, it wasn’t his fault he brought it up again, or that Hillary lied in the first place — it was all the fault of the media.
Speaking of confusing the facts when it is late at night — if Hillary gets that confused at 11 PM, just how confused is she going to be at 3 AM when that phone rings?
Then we have Bill, who apparently can’t get things right in the light of day, yet he has no hesitation blaming the media for worrying about it or reporting it. How dare they? That’s unfair coverage according to Clinton it would seem.
The Clintons also suggest that Hillary was the only first lady since Eleanor Roosevelt to visit a combat zone. Guess Pat Nixon and Barbara Bush don’t count. Maybe the Clintons meant to say the only “Democrat” first lady and it just “slipped their minds” to add that little added description.
Bill did give me an additional chuckle. He suggests when others get to be 60 (which Hillary is) that they might forget something when they are tired at 11 P.M., too. Is he saying, that at 60, people start getting to be feeble-minded and we should over-look their forgetfulness on major issues — like being shot at? Yep, I want a feeble-minded president that confuses smiles, hand shakes, welcomes and a little girl’s poem with sniper fire and need to duck and run immediately to waiting vehicles.
Did I mention that if Hillary gets THAT confused at 11 PM, we might have concern about a 3 AM call? Oh well… never mind, I’m sure if she gets too confused, it will be the media’s fault and she can always go talk to Jay Leno about it.
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Carrie Hutchens is a former law enforcement officer and a freelance writer who is active in fighting against the death culture movement and the injustices within the judicial and law enforcement systems.
Originally published : Friday, April 11, 2008 * Dakota Voice
Screams pierce the night, as sirens wail against the blasts that light up the darkness in a fury of pure hatred. Smoke smothers the air. People seek to flee, running in desperation, but with no destination, except away… away from the blasts and the stench of burning flesh.
How long? How long has there been warning unheeded? Warning mocked as mere delusions of some? How long has the laughter rolled from the lips of the all-knowing and all-enlightened ones? Does it now matter?
Hearts pumping wildly as sweat flows freely. Blasts closer and closer. Breathing loud and labored against the sounds of people stampeding in blind flight. Away. Away from the nightmare and the murder surrounding and encircling. The nightmare devouring hope, with lungs fighting frantically for the next breath. Just one more breath. The breath that doesn’t come. The awareness of suffocation.
The terror. The tears. The prayers.
Suffocating. Falling. Numbness. Nothingness.
A silence that no one hears.
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Unbelievable!
They believed Obama’s truth but not Romney’s truth?
Excuse me, Mr. Fowler! A lie is not someone’s truth.
It is a lie!
It remains a lie no matter how many times someone claims it to be the truth.
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Dear Fellow Citizens:
Do YOU believe that “lying” is politics at its finest?
Do you believe the best liar should win?
By Bobby Schindler
On March 18, 2005, my sister, Terri Schiavo, began her thirteen day agonizing death after the feeding tube – supplying her food and water – was removed. Terri was cognitively disabled and had difficulty swallowing and therefore needed a feeding tube. Terri was not on any “life support”, nor was she sick or dying. Nonetheless, she received her death sentence ordered by Circuit Court Judge, George W. Greer of Pinellas County Florida.
Greer’s order to remove Terri’s feeding tube was in response to her estranged husband and guardian, Michael Schiavo, requesting permission from the court to kill his disabled wife. This was after Schiavo began cohabitating with his fiancée and stood to inherit Terri’s medical trust fund, which at the time was close to $800,000.
However, more disturbing was that the judge ruled to kill Terri, despite her mother and father pleading with Schiavo, and the court, to allow them to take her home. In fact, a guardian ad litem urged Judge Greer to refuse the dehydration request. Instead, this legally-required protector of Terri was dismissed from the original case by Greer and no replacement was ever appointed.
March 31st marks a very sad day; and this year, it will be the ten year anniversary of Terri’s death. Rush Limbaugh described it this way, “the day our country hit rock bottom”.
Terri’s case divided the nation and it will be discussed in high schools and college medical ethics classrooms for years to come. It is the anniversary of the death of a young woman who simply had a disability and needed basic and ordinary care to live, and a family who wanted to love and care for her just as she was.
With it being the 10 year anniversary, calls from the media have increased. Most of the articles are excoriating Governor Jeb Bush for his defense of Terri when he was the Governor of Florida back in 2005. But I have noticed one question has been asked more than others – “What, if anything, has changed since Terri’s death?”
Yes, things have changed – they’ve gotten worse. Exactly how many persons are being killed like Terri every year is difficult to know, although I think the numbers would shock us. What we do know is that we have a very active and aggressive right to die movement.
There are many dynamics involved to successfully convince our general public that it’s “okay” to dehydrate and starve a human being to death. If I had to point to one of the major accomplishments, it is how the right to die forces have been able to reclassify feeding tubes as “medical treatment”. However, just as effective is how they’ve influenced the masses to buy into the notion that some persons are in fact, not persons. Consequently, these human “non-persons” have no “value” and can be killed.
This should be frightening to read. But it is true. Even more frightening is how this ideology has impacted and been accepted in our culture, in particular, our health care community.
This, along with changes in public policies, now puts life and death decisions in the hands of physicians, hospitals boards and ethics committees – basically strangers – in the place of family members.
After Terri died, my family’s experience, contesting this powerful right to die movement, led us to establish the Terri Schiavo Life & Hope Network, which seeks to raise public awareness of the looming culture of death, and to educate the public about care potentialities. Most importantly, however, is to help families in situations similar to what we experienced – loved ones in danger of being killed, like Terri.
Indeed, the calls from families for help have increased, and increased significantly, as the years have passed.
Why is this? How has the right to die agenda been able to efficaciously shift our attitudes to the point that is has become everyday practice to starve and dehydrate a person to death. The issue may see complex, however it seems to me that the answer is very clear. It is because they lie.
I saw it in my sister’s case and I see it in the stories from the families who call us. And one of the most pathetic lies out there is that killing someone by denying them food and water is a “peaceful” and “painless” experience, and the patently absurd notion that it is a “death with dignity”.
It’s important to differentiate that Terri’s condition, and countless others like her, is quite different from a situation where it may be medically appropriate to withhold food and fluids because a person is actively dying and their bodies are shutting down, no longer able to assimilate their food and hydration.
Nonetheless, the never-ending propaganda about the peaceable nature of forced dehydration compelled me to make public this image of my sister created from my memory. This (right) is what Terri looked like just before she died. It was horrible to see.
And yet, Schiavo’s attorney falsely told the public during a press conference, just days before Terri’s death, that she looked “beautiful”. This is what they want you to believe, not the harsh truth about the madness of what we permit in the rooms of hospitals, nursing homes and hospices every single day across this country.
These are the hard facts my family and I will have to live with for the rest of my life: After almost two weeks without food or water, my sister’s lips were horribly cracked, to the point where they were blistering. Her skin became jaundice with areas that turned different shades of blue. Her skin became markedly dehydrated from the lack of water. Terri’s breathing became rapid and uncontrollable, as if she was outside sprinting. Her moaning, at times, was raucous, which indicated to us the insufferable pain she was experiencing. Terri’s face became skeletal, with blood pooling in her deeply sunken eyes and her teeth protruding forward. Even as I write this, I can never properly describe the nightmare of having to watch my sister have to die this way.
What will be forever seared in my memory is the look of utter horror on my sister’s face when my family visited her just after she died.
Those pushing this agenda will certainly deny this, they have to. But there was a reason the court ordered that no cameras or video be permitted in Terri’s room while she was being killed. They claimed privacy issues. My family knows otherwise. And they do too.
So when will this heartlessness end? When will the lies end? When will the American people decide this insanity has to stop?
I don’t know. But I do know this – the lies will never end.
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The icy chill of winter, clinging beyond its time, mocks and dances against the lonely night of darkness where no friendly voice speaks and no hopeful hand rests.
The chill… the darkness… the hopelessness embraces and suffocates.
Cries begging for mercy race to the heavens, as man drags still another unwilling soul into the pit of vile corruption that seeks to crush and devour.
The chill… the darkness… the hopelessness embraces and suffocates.
A hopeful challenge sings against the confusion, with no one to listen and few to remember the days when the world was not encouraged to sink into the incomprehension of utter insanity.
The chill… the darkness… the hopelessness embraces and suffocates.
Madness and rage erupt into boiling lava of confused hate and lost reason, as the masses seek to feast upon the spirit of all others not they or theirs.
The chill… the darkness… the hopelessness embraces and suffocates.
A dream, or a nightmare, there was a moment… a moment somewhere within time… a moment touched with a vague sense of humanity and good purpose.
The chill… the darkness… the hopelessness embraces and suffocates.
Where… where did those moments of a dream go? Did they travel far or just beyond the glimpse of a horizon hidden?
Did the chill… the darkness… the hopelessness embrace and suffocate all hope of a tomorrow to be as once was?
The answers await within the night not present. Only in a distant tomorrow will the truth be revealed to survivors of the icy chill that dances within the darkness where no friendly voice speaks and no hopeful hand rests.
The saved or the damned? Only they shall know as they emerge into whatever has become.
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Syndicated columnist Charles Krauthammer sounds off on the largely self-inflicted embarrassment Pres. Obama and the White House have suffered in terror prisoner swap for accused deserter Sgt. Bowe Bergdahl
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Milwaukee County Sheriff David A. Clarke is challenging the radicalized Democrat Party to tolerate, rather than to destroy, dissenting local leaders.
The hard left and Michael Bloomberg want this strong black voice “taken out,” as he describes it in this two part video interview with The Daily Caller. Yet, he recently won his fourth term for sheriff in a liberal Democrat country, winning with higher percentages each time his name has been on the ballot.
With his unique views, this 36-year law enforcement professional has been dubbed “The People’s Sheriff.”
Clarke starts out this video interview by condemning those who would elevate the death of Michael Brown or Trayvon Martin, “people engaged in criminal behavior,” as icons of a new civil rights movement. He says this would “desecrate the legacy of Rosa Parks and Martin Luther King, Jr.”
“None of these people deserved to have been killed, but they were co-conspirators in their own demise.”
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Words slash against the heavens in insult and bitter shout. No mercy. No empathy. Only cold and destructive touch to caress the moment born of last.
Judgment reigns and ever reeks. Confession for the soul not owned. The stench of waste to overpower. Control demands of mandate bile to heap upon the pile.
One set of rules. One judge to judge. In arrogance the attitude of dashing stain.
Trust betrayed. Truth mocked in spittle spray. No cloth to dampen. Only tissues of utter despair to wipe the walls in story told of the history once defined to be.
Shadows fill the day in whispers made of sin. No sun to shine. No birds to sing. The ascension of wrongs to devour the gentle breeze of yesterdays lost in once upon a time.
One set of rules. One judge to judge. In arrogance the attitude of crushing disdain.
In flights of thought and worries more — no answers touch… no reason sowed … the words of harvest feed upon the innocent soul so mocked and left in withered silence muted.
Anger’s birth. Seed of demise. Hope dashed in vast delight. A world evolved in destructive path. Crushed spirits to pave the trail sunken in muck and rank decay.
One set of rules. One judge to judge. In arrogance the attitude without refrain.
A sin of betrayal. A sin of cruelty harshly inflicted once and again. Oh yes, the righteous attitude so proudly donned in crowned tarnish and spiked venom slithering . A stigma of toxic shame to carry throughout all eternity and beyond in the never-ending of forever and just one day more.
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It’s time to stop the madness. False allegations and selfish cause do not a solid foundation create. Instead, the distortion fuels hostility and closes minds to the truth that could lead to door opening conversation and actual solutions and hope for the future. Why would any not wish for the latter to become today’s reality?
The past is not the present. Nothing once upon a time can be changed. It can only be learned from. And, in studying the blueprint of the past, we have chance to see what went wrong, why it went wrong, and who made it go wrong, so as to give opportunity to understand and to avoid repeating the bad, while then building upon the good and striving to repair the damage once caused and not forgotten.
Various groups of people have been wronged in one way or another. Sadly, too many rally not against the wrong itself, but rather, to the wrong seen as being done unto them. Some, simply cannot, or will not, comprehend there are others — other groups of people — who have also been wronged and harmed equally and perhaps even more so.
Women were once property first of their fathers and then their husbands. Some were beaten and treated as nothing more than servants to use and abuse. There was a time women couldn’t vote or own property or even have authority over their own children.
Modern day activists often forget about the plight of the women and even the indentured servitude that existed during much of the slavery period. Some whites were also kidnapped and brought to American against their will and sold into service. True, their service was supposed to be for a term and then released, if they survived, but it, too, was slavery and treatment could be beyond harsh to violent and deadly.
“The Grapes of Wrath”, though fiction, gives a glimpse of the desperation and deplorable way some people were treated during that period of time known as the Great Depression. (It also comes in movie form for those who rather not read.) Yet, it seems it is a horror story lost somewhere between then and now.
This is not to compare who had it worse. It is merely to remind that life has been unfair, devastating and horrific to many, many individuals and groups of people throughout the years. To cry foul only for self and blame present day people for things they had nothing to do with, only creates new hostility to go along with the old, and does nothing to solve the actual problems.
Tonight, someone presented me with a picture of a black man hanged. The picture was from long ago. Though it is a sad reminder of what once was — and where we (as a society or individually) should never go again — it should not be held as an example and excuse to react as though it is present day behavior, norm or mentality. It is not!
Many things seem to be forgotten, as present day radical activists spew hate and stoke the fires of discontent and rage with lies, half-truths, and a message blaming the white man for all the ills ever befallen to any of color. It must, after all, be the white man’s fault or the radical activists face losing relevance and all the benefits associated to that self-made relevance.
How often do you hear a radical activist mention that African tribesmen captured Africans from other tribes and sold them into slavery?
How often do you hear radical activists point out that if it is reasonable to hold all present day whites accountable for some long ago whites owning slaves or condoning slavery, that it would then be likewise reasonable to hold all Africans accountable for some long ago Africans capturing fellow Africans and selling them into that slavery?
How often do you hear a radical activist admit the majority of white men did not own slaves or condone the practice?
How often do you hear the radical activist talk about all the white people, who helped slaves escape and fought to abolish slavery?
How often do you see radical activists pointing to the pictures that give example of the overwhelming number of whites that were involved in the Civil Rights Movement and stood with Martin Luther King, Jr.?
How often do you hear the radical activist remind that the Ku Klux Klan purportedly didn’t just hate blacks — that they hated Jews and Catholics as well?
How often do you hear the radical activist speak of “The Murders of James Chaney, Andrew Goodman, and Michael Schwerner” and that it wasn’t just a black man that was killed in Mississippi on June 21, 1964?
Things happened in the past that none of us — regardless of skin shade — had a thing to do with. We weren’t born yet. We weren’t there. We weren’t involved. We had no ability to influence or stop what might have transpired during that horrendous time.
White society is not perfect — nor is the black community.
All law enforcement officers are not without sin — neither is any segment of society. Improvement may need to come from the entire community by changing behavior and attitude — rather than single groups of people being asked to excuse and over-look wrongful behavior of some. It’s a reality that needs to be dealt with and not ignored. Some examples are glaring.
If a police department trains officers to be more “sensitive” to the community it serves and to be mindful of the plight endured or claimed to be endured, while leaving the community gang, drug and violent ridden — what good result is expected? The crime will still be there. The drugs will still be there. The hate and the violence will still be there. And, “The Man” will still be considered the common enemy to hate and distrust.
Blaming law enforcement for ticketing or arresting a large number of persons from a specific group, when that group is the majority in the community, is rather brow raising. Who would they be in contact with most often, if not the majority of people who live in their jurisdiction? But taking a moment to weigh this bit of deduction is not often exercised or pointed out, because it doesn’t fit into the agenda of many radical activists. What if people came to realize that they weren’t targeted racially, but rather, confronted for “actions” that they are responsible for? That would be bad for the radical business.
Before blaming law enforcement for enforcing the law — or claiming they are enforcing it unfairly — people in the various communities need to step back and take a good look at their neighborhood and what is taking place in it. Are there an overwhelming number of arrests? If there was a true and fair study by non-radical activists, might it show that the reason there are an overwhelming number of arrests is because there are an overwhelming number of crimes?
People committing crimes should be the immediate concern of the community, rather than — without proof — crying that the officers unfairly target one group or another. They are, after all, supposed to target those who break the law, regardless of race, gender, nationality or religion.
Using the wrongs of the past as excuse for inappropriate behavior of the present, does nothing to move towards healing or correcting the actual problems of present day. Instead, it is an attempt by many of the radical thinkers to put up a smoke screen to keep the truth hidden and the fire burning. What would happen, after all, if communities did take a good look at self, accept any blame due and came together to define actual problems, followed by fixing and rebuilding and moving ahead to make a better life for all the interested parties?
What would happen? Might radical activists become useless and left in the past where most of their accusations did once exist?
It’s time to put the hands down. It’s time to look around at the madness. It’s time to see who is profiting from the half-truths, false accusations and rage that is being stoked. It’s time to look at the agitators (claiming to be champions of the cause) and honestly determine if the communities are any better or safer than before, or if agitation only caused more harm and hate to grow and threaten to explode in coming days, months or years?
It’s time to put hands down. It’s time to really listen. It’s time to accept responsibility as well as demand accountability. It’s time to define, plan and work together to create safe communities people are proud to call their own. It’s time to talk.
Once again, I strove to be… to thrive and with dreams to see, but the darkness of the corrupt — it seems — had no mercy this day for me.
Reaching for truth has lost its sparkle of golden rays. Instead, how many laugh at honesty and bid one to take another’s position, possessions and earned rewards? It has come to be the way of some, who haunt the ones of righteous heart. It has become a taunt and a tease and a call to appease the lord of darkness too many have come to honor in such merriment and giggly delight.
Why don’t we all join, so we can be one, they seem to wonder — never understanding why we say, “no” and go on trying to reach the bright light of hope and success in goodness and effort true.
It is a time of darkness that looms within the day to defile our efforts, as it delights in mocking us at every turn and blocking every path of chance to be.
It is a darkness that suffocates and pulls us down into the whirling slime of efforts failed… efforts failed at the hands of others far too strong for us to fight.
It is a darkness that needs our souls, if it is to become the ruler of the Universe it so covets and so long fought to conquer and destroy.
Oh yes, it is a darkness… a darkness that is embracing the world with hate and violence and an intolerance for anything that is good and pure. It hates and bids others to hate. It kills and bids others to kill. For it has no heart. It has no compassion. It only has greed and desperate need to be all-powerful this day and all days ever left to be.
Today becomes yesterday. One day survived. Tomorrow moves on to a new today where darkness will follow and not only fight to remain — it will fight to reign over all that remain, including you and me. For, alas, that is where we have come to be, unless tomorrow we see and take back all that we once were and fought so desperately to be.
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Night screams in silence, as darkness slides into the shadows of unknown reflection. There is no whisper to touch the moment… no hint to see… no tear to hear… the echo calls out to none and cries merely in apprehension of the awaiting fate that stirs near and yet rests so far away.
How did this become all that is, while all else remains somewhere in the vast dimension of all forbidden, though only to some… just to some… just to those shuttered on the outside of things to be?
Night creeps further into the harsh moment, where eyes peer cautiously and anguish threatens to devour all not cloaked in its sweet scent of remorse and the haunting thoughts pursuing.
When did it call out in demands of utter defiance? What hand lay it into the midst of all that is and all that might ever be? Who is the shadow birthing the terror and snuffing the flicker of breath once given freely to all? Where did this beast travel from that does prey upon all those isolated and helplessly devoured by the shadows of ghostly destruction destined in the early hours before the dawn to come?
Did the darkness of madness come alone or has it been descending in a mass of existence not supposed in possibility? Who bid it come? Who holds the power to send it back into the nightmare of its creation? Who is it that walks in mocking tones and dares us to see truth in the moon’s rays or the breath of spring before the death of winter?
Oh yes… it is a question to unfold and to cause recoil. A sight terrifying in hideous form of drooling madness dripping from the being of twisted shapes and words deformed in presentation to embrace the masses of ignorance who shall dance in thrilling ecstasy at the banquet of their destructive sacrifice of self.
Ah, the beast with blackened heart and stench of rotting soul, standing just beyond man’s sight in his tremoring wake, still leaves wonder as to who beckoned the vile creature to dine upon the world? Are there any so mighty in deed and wing of righteous spirit to swoop away the obscene presence of perverted flesh and the master who bid it come to feast in such great delight?
The night screams in silence and the desperate cry does remain forever sobbing in the dark corners of time as it asks again and ever again…
Are there any… any at all… who embrace the power to rise in mighty force and sling the deadly beast back into the netherworld of nightmares and the haven of its shadowed nest? Are there any… any at all who can save us from this doom of madness and agony once foretold and ever written of a time when the beast of darkness came to conquer the unwilling souls in the land that has come to reek of perversion and mock all once held in sacred covenant of old?
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The suffocating madness steals the morning light and bids all children to follow into its darkness of the damned. A darkness cold and blinding to all that is and has ever been. A darkness mocking and shrill in the deceit it drapes wildly in foul disdain for any truth that hints to bless the day.
Laughter touches the breeze, but only for a brief whisper of eternity. Only for a moment. Only until the realization dashes the haunting smile of the herders of delusion. The herders who awaken in the late of day to realize they, too, are nothing more than the slaughtered self. The self drained and molded into a one-thought pool of confused and withered illusion of the conquered masses, and not worthy of the pedestal of the elite of deception.
One might mock the awakening of they, the alleged enlightened, if it were not for the destruction and death filling the air of a world once alive, thriving and proud — now crumbled into unrecognizable ruin. Instead, sadness overwhelms as desperation reigns in a clutch of loss and hopelessness. There is no more. The elite of deceit created the chaos to ensure a kingdom of power and control, but now there is nothing left to rule nor decisions to be made by their sliding hand. The sought after kingdom sucked into the quicksand designed for the lowly, has become the tomb to encase and reward the delusional rulers who could not see the madness in their thoughts and the devastation of their actions.
Once upon a time, the elite of deception believed themselves above all and entitled to all they wished and dreamed to be. Now, they fight among themselves to merely survive in the crazed world created by their fanatic lies and selfish movement to destroy the society of the people and mold it into their perception of ideal. An ideal birthed and now out-of-control and devouring without discrimination. For it has come to be that no one is safe, not even the elite of deception, who set the madness into motion to feed their greed and bless their arrogance. An arrogance that madness feasted upon in utter delight, leaving behind wild eyes full of hideous terror and agonizing confusion.
Now, the elite of deception slither in the darkness praying to be spared, but it shall not be. For the monster they created, shall their destruction seek. As it was empowered by they, it, too, feels entitled to all it wishes and dreams for he. It is after all — the power of deception and lies, who knows no friends and holds no loyalty to any — not even to they now in the shadows of madness of their own deceit and delusion. Not even they.
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Once upon a time, in the Land of Void, there were men and women, who wished to serve their country with honor and integrity. These few, among so many others, had this vision of a life with liberty and freedom and a true chance at the American Dream as once had been before PC became the rule of the land and tolerance a requirement, rather than something freely given. It was, oh such a glorious vision to behold.
Sadly, these men and women found a reaction opposite of what should be. They often found their opponents to be vicious and cruel. Truth was treated as the evil. Facts were merely something to toy with and twist into whatever message fit the moment and the audience at hand. Money flowed freely to those reverbers of deceit and used to drown out any message that revealed the dishonesty of their words and plot to take over and control all not considered of the self-appointed elite.
It was a time of fear and distrust. A time of proclaimed victimhood and loss of self and reason. A time when dividing was the intent, though the words were said oh so differently in charade. A time when slavery was considered the reward, by those who did not grasp that is what they were walking into under the guise of a gift… a gift of “alleged free” government support with all the free that really isn’t free.
Oh yes… it was a time in the Land of Void, where principles were considered vices and disagreement claimed to be intolerance. A time where liberty was shoved away as a skeleton in our closet. It was a time called now. It is a time that many thought would never be. Yet, here stand our men and women of integrity being treated as the evil and the evil as the good.
How long shall we stand in the void of deceit and sink into its vile embrace? How long before we see and hear and return to the land of liberty and a hope of tomorrow? How long before we free ourselves from the suffocating grasp of a deceit well-planned? How long before the Land of Void is voided and we return to all that we were meant to be — a land of the free and the brave — a land of true hope & dreams of a better tomorrow! A land called the United States of America!
I don’t just pull things out of a horse’s rump and throw it out as truth. I actually read and search and verify, unlike some of the seemingly brainwashed and vicious Obama defenders of today’s society.
Obama said, “If you like your doctor, you will be able to keep your doctor. Period. If you like your health care plan, you will be able to keep your health care plan. Period. No one will take it away. No matter what.”
That came out of Obama’s mouth. His own mouth. His own words. His own promise. I didn’t pull it out of a horse’s rump, but he must have.
Thousands upon thousands of people are getting cancellation notices. Yet, in the mist of all this, Obama Zombies (the fainting following) are swearing that if people have insurance — they won’t have to change. But they are having to change. It’s happening. It’s real. It’s all around. And it isn’t done yet.
Of course, once it is shown by a source other than Fox News that cancellations are in the high numbers, the argument becomes that the policies were lacking in quality coverage. Excuse me, it should be up to the insurance seeker and insured to decide what coverage best meets his or her particular needs and budget. People don’t need the government playing Nanny, especially when it isn’t Nanny that must cough up any and all additional costs associated with these uninvited decisions.
It doesn’t matter. Obama said repeatedly: “If you like your doctor, you will be able to keep your doctor. Period. If you like your health care plan, you will be able to keep your health care plan. Period. No one will take it away. No matter what.”
What happened to that guarantee? Would people have voted for AHC if they had known what Obama said wasn’t true?
Then we have the website issues and Amanda Marcotte saying she wants a screen shot proof or people are lying:
@mrussRSF That’s not what I asked for. Not stories on glitches, which are getting fixed. Proof that your premiums went up. Different!
— Amanda Marcotte (@AmandaMarcotte) October 23, 2013
Yes, “she” makes an accusation and then demands others prove her wrong, rather than “her” proving her statement true. It’s not supposed to work that way, but in this flipped universe we are living in, it’s happening way too often.
Amanda says:
@MichaelBlum3 Screenshots or it didn’t happen. — Amanda Marcotte (@AmandaMarcotte) October 23, 2013
Well, Amanda, here’s a screen shot for you: