Two years ago when the election began I said that you should keep an eye on the media. There were 20 people running for president in the Republican and Democratic primaries and nobody knew who would win.
Well, Friday it came out that Hillary and the DNC paid for the Trump Dossier and then this week the former head of the DNC admitted that the Democratic primary had been rigged for Clinton with Clinton having control over all decisions by the DNC prior to winning the primaries. So what was the mainstream media response? Absolute silence. If you watched any of the late night talk shows, they didn't talk about it, they talked about Trump and taxes. Read the front page of the New York Times, Washington Post or watch the lead on in NBC, CNN, ABC or CBS and guess what, it is not about how the Democratic primaries were rigged. That is what happens when six companies own 90% of the media and don't want to discuss things that are not in their best interests, like how they conspired with the Clinton campaign (proven by the Podesta e-mails where agents of these news agencies worked with her on stories).
When Russians used to talk about their two main new sources they would say, "There is no news in Izvestia (Izvestia is translated as news) and no truth in Pravda (Pravda means truth). The same can now be said of the corporate media in America. There is no truth or news in our corporate media, merely propaganda and that is becoming more and more obvious as the corporate media avoids any real news or truth and merely spins stories to manipulate you.
People want to view this as a left versus right thing; but, it is not. This is multinational corporations (like the six that own our media) promoting what they believe supports corporate multinational interests. It has devolved into pure propaganda.
On "The View" today they discussed what happened with Brazile for a few minutes and not surprisingly immediately made it about how Trump is bad and worked with Russia. Redirection is a standard technique; but, social media is not buying it. Whoopi attacked everyone who didn't talk about how the DNC was rigged until now; but, she left out Hillary who controlled the DNC and didn't say anything till now.
I want you to think about this. Obama and Trump were both briefed about the dossier by the FBI. Did Hillary tell Obama that she had paid for the dossier and if not why not? If she did tell him, did he tell Trump that it was just opposition research and if not why not? We now know for a fact that Hillary and the DNC colluded to rig the election against Bernie Sanders, when did Obama find out and why didn't he do anything about it?
MSNBC - Joint Fundraising Agreement (DNC Memo).
Little tidbits in the memo are worth noting. Firstly, the agreement giving control of the DNC to Hillary was done in 2015 before the first primaries were even held. Second, the agreement gave Hillary control over both the finances and expenditures. That means her campaign decided to funnel money to Fusion GPS. Thirdly, the agreement said, "Agreement by the DNC that HFA personnel will be consulted and have joint authority over strategic decisions over the staffing, budget, expenditures, and general election related communications, data, technology, analytics, and research. The DNC will provide HFA advance opportunity to review on-line or mass email, communications that features a particular Democratic primary candidate." The key here is that it meant Hillary was responsible for the DNC server and who had access to it. It must also mean that Hillary and not the DNC had final say over hiring Crowdstrike, the same people that claimed the DNC server was hacked, even though they did not allow the FBI to look at the servers to this day.
Friday, November 3, 2017
A Little Drive - Chapter 3
Chapter One: The Bum
Chapter Two: Stuart
Chapter Three: What's Your Destination?
Both Sunday and Monday were spent installing the new parts into Charles' car. The car was an old Chevy Cavalier that had originally been white but was now some sort of dirty yellowish white as it had never been repainted. The interior of the car was sparse with a decaying sort of fabric on the ceiling. Charles took pride in the radio as he had picked it up and it had a cd player. The radio had not cost much but the car didn't have a working radio when he bought it. The speakers sat in two plastic boxes on the back seat. They had once been attached to a stereo he had been given for Christmas when he was 16 and when the record player broke he simply kept the speakers. He kept his tools in the trunk of the car, some fairly expensive Craftsman tools that he had received from Stuart and Dee Dee as a birthday present and some other tools that were made in China. He also kept the truck cluttered with his spare tire, jack, a case of oil, a gallon of anti-freeze, a gas can and an umbrella he had bought at a dollar store.
Having decided that rather than trying to move out of his apartment the same day that he left, it would be easier to stay and Stuart's and leave from there and it would also be cheaper. He spent Tuesday moving out of his apartment and into Stuart's house and saying good bye to the people he lived next to. He also hoped to have a chance to spend some time with his brother before he left.
By the time he settled into Stuart's house, it was about five o'clock in the evening, so he had dinner with Dee Dee and Stuart. Sitting at the dinner table with them made him feel a little numb on the inside, it reminded him of when he was a small boy and had to go to bed early so that he would be ready for school the next morning. On those days he would always get a sort of emptiness in his stomach that felt like fear and he never understood why.
"I'll be you're real excited about going,: said Dee Dee. "Where will you go first?"
"I thought I would go over to San Francisco for half a day and then head down to Los Angeles and see Hollywood and Disneyland. From there, I was going to head across to Tucson to see Uncle Jack and Aunt Melissa, then to Florida, New Orleans and up to New York and Boston. For the return trip I thought I would take the northern route through Chicago."
"Yeah and what are you going to do when you've finished your little trip", asked Stuart.
"I'm not sure, that's what I am going to think about while I'm on the road", Charles said while taking another bite of his meatloaf. "I want something different than what I have now; but, I'm not sure what. I don't want to wake up some morning and be like Phil, 40 and drunk every night, not liking myself and trying to screw someone out of a dollar. And I don't want to work in a factory from nine to five. I used to think that I would try to make a million dollars; but, when I tried to think of how I started to look at other people I know who want that and I don't think I want to be like them. They are all either stealing, dealing or so wrapped up in themselves that you don't even want to be around them."
Dee Dee sat quietly while Stuart and Charles talked; then, when Charles finished what he was saying she began, "You know Charlie, when I was in high school I used to be in my churches choir and I remember one week the minister read something from the bible. It was about a man who claimed to have tried everything and he said that all was useless, not pleasure chasing, not power, not beauty, not fame, not wealth, nothing except God. His conclusion was that one should just be content with life and believe in the Lord. When I heard him say it I thought he was being sort of silly. I thought that if I only had a good job and my own apartment, a nice car, then I would be happy. I got a nice job over at the factory, moved into my own apartment and I even bought a four year old Camaro. At first it was fantastic. I was free from my parents control and I had plenty of money. I must have been making $600 a week; but, after a couple of months the newness wore off and I wanted something else; but, like you, I didn't know what. Anyways, one night I was watching this old Humphrey Bogart movie and in the movie Bogart says to the bad guy that he knows what the gangster wants, he wants more and Bogart says that he will never get enough. The bad guy says that is what he wants and that he hasn't got enough and he probably never will. It started me thinking and I came to the conclusion that the guy in the bible might just be right. I sure don't know anyone who is satisfied with what they have. Even the biggest corporations in the world are always trying to make more. So, I decided that I would just be satisfied with whatever I got out of life and started looking at what I had rather than at what I wanted."
When Dee Dee finished, Stuart asked her for another beer and then asked Charles if he needed to do anything else to his car to get it ready for the trip. "I think I'm all set; but, I haven't what I will keep all of my stuff in", Charles replied.
"I might just have a good idea for that," said Stuart. "My boss has a car that's called and Excalibur and it has a box strapped to the back of it. I think we might be able to do something similar, maybe we can bold some sort of box to your roof and you could stuff your things in it. We could also bolt it to the trunk; but, then we will have to get you another side mirror because if we put it on the trunk it will block your rear view mirror.
"That sounds good", said Charles. Maybe I should go to Walmart and get a steamer trunk and then if we bolt it to the roof I won't have to worry about the wind blowing stuff out because I can just put a lock on the latch",
Stuart frowned, "I guess that will be okay if you want to spend the extra money."
At 7:30 they all sat down to watch a lip sync show where people voted for who did the best job. After that they watched a crime show and when it was over Dee Dee and Stuart headed off to bed and spend some time entangled in a knot. As soon as they left, so did Charles and he went off to see his friend Dave.
Upon arriving at Dave's house, he was confronted with what appeared to be a small gathering of Dave's friends. They were watching "Cops" and every time the cops would mention a drug, the party goers would all take a hit of pot out of a two foot tall bong. When the show was over someone put on MTV and Dave and Charles went into the kitchen.
"Well Chuckie, I guess we won't see much of you for awhile", said Dave through glassy eyes and sticky speech. "You want some of this weed? It's pretty kick ass?"
No thanks Dave, I just came by to say goodbye and see how your doing." Charles said.
Dave said, "That's cool. Me, I'm just kicking back, partying and trying to make a buck or two. I saw Lewis a couple of days ago, he wanted some acid. Man, that guy is nuts. He started talking this strange shit about how cell phones are the first step in a conspiracy to get everyone to put these things in their brains that would make you do whatever they want you to. He says that he is one of the few who really understands this. That dude is totally spent."
Charles said, "I remember when you first introduced me to him. He was telling me about meditation and I thought that he sounded like he knew what he was saying and that he seemed pretty smart. Later I found that he knew the words but not the meaning. He just kept getting worse talking about whatever bizarre thing he heard and believing it and slowly burning himself out with all that acid and ecstasy. He couldn't hold a job, couldn't meet a girl and we all started to laugh at him more and more because of all the messed up things he said and does. He's not the only one though, I mean, none of us has gotten that far. That's part of the reason I'm leaving. Shit, you know that half the people I know haven't even graduated high school and not one of us is making over $20 bucks an hour. What the fuck is happening, I mean where are we going to be in ten years? I just don't see a destination".
Dave laughed, "Too deep guy, too deep. I know where I'm gonna be man. Right here, doing what I want with one shitload of money."
Charles and Dave spent the rest of the night reminiscing about cars, times and places. At three in the morning Charles went back to Stuart's to sleep with the visit making him feel like leaving even more.
Chapter Two: Stuart
Chapter Three: What's Your Destination?
Both Sunday and Monday were spent installing the new parts into Charles' car. The car was an old Chevy Cavalier that had originally been white but was now some sort of dirty yellowish white as it had never been repainted. The interior of the car was sparse with a decaying sort of fabric on the ceiling. Charles took pride in the radio as he had picked it up and it had a cd player. The radio had not cost much but the car didn't have a working radio when he bought it. The speakers sat in two plastic boxes on the back seat. They had once been attached to a stereo he had been given for Christmas when he was 16 and when the record player broke he simply kept the speakers. He kept his tools in the trunk of the car, some fairly expensive Craftsman tools that he had received from Stuart and Dee Dee as a birthday present and some other tools that were made in China. He also kept the truck cluttered with his spare tire, jack, a case of oil, a gallon of anti-freeze, a gas can and an umbrella he had bought at a dollar store.
Having decided that rather than trying to move out of his apartment the same day that he left, it would be easier to stay and Stuart's and leave from there and it would also be cheaper. He spent Tuesday moving out of his apartment and into Stuart's house and saying good bye to the people he lived next to. He also hoped to have a chance to spend some time with his brother before he left.
By the time he settled into Stuart's house, it was about five o'clock in the evening, so he had dinner with Dee Dee and Stuart. Sitting at the dinner table with them made him feel a little numb on the inside, it reminded him of when he was a small boy and had to go to bed early so that he would be ready for school the next morning. On those days he would always get a sort of emptiness in his stomach that felt like fear and he never understood why.
"I'll be you're real excited about going,: said Dee Dee. "Where will you go first?"
"I thought I would go over to San Francisco for half a day and then head down to Los Angeles and see Hollywood and Disneyland. From there, I was going to head across to Tucson to see Uncle Jack and Aunt Melissa, then to Florida, New Orleans and up to New York and Boston. For the return trip I thought I would take the northern route through Chicago."
"Yeah and what are you going to do when you've finished your little trip", asked Stuart.
"I'm not sure, that's what I am going to think about while I'm on the road", Charles said while taking another bite of his meatloaf. "I want something different than what I have now; but, I'm not sure what. I don't want to wake up some morning and be like Phil, 40 and drunk every night, not liking myself and trying to screw someone out of a dollar. And I don't want to work in a factory from nine to five. I used to think that I would try to make a million dollars; but, when I tried to think of how I started to look at other people I know who want that and I don't think I want to be like them. They are all either stealing, dealing or so wrapped up in themselves that you don't even want to be around them."
Dee Dee sat quietly while Stuart and Charles talked; then, when Charles finished what he was saying she began, "You know Charlie, when I was in high school I used to be in my churches choir and I remember one week the minister read something from the bible. It was about a man who claimed to have tried everything and he said that all was useless, not pleasure chasing, not power, not beauty, not fame, not wealth, nothing except God. His conclusion was that one should just be content with life and believe in the Lord. When I heard him say it I thought he was being sort of silly. I thought that if I only had a good job and my own apartment, a nice car, then I would be happy. I got a nice job over at the factory, moved into my own apartment and I even bought a four year old Camaro. At first it was fantastic. I was free from my parents control and I had plenty of money. I must have been making $600 a week; but, after a couple of months the newness wore off and I wanted something else; but, like you, I didn't know what. Anyways, one night I was watching this old Humphrey Bogart movie and in the movie Bogart says to the bad guy that he knows what the gangster wants, he wants more and Bogart says that he will never get enough. The bad guy says that is what he wants and that he hasn't got enough and he probably never will. It started me thinking and I came to the conclusion that the guy in the bible might just be right. I sure don't know anyone who is satisfied with what they have. Even the biggest corporations in the world are always trying to make more. So, I decided that I would just be satisfied with whatever I got out of life and started looking at what I had rather than at what I wanted."
When Dee Dee finished, Stuart asked her for another beer and then asked Charles if he needed to do anything else to his car to get it ready for the trip. "I think I'm all set; but, I haven't what I will keep all of my stuff in", Charles replied.
"I might just have a good idea for that," said Stuart. "My boss has a car that's called and Excalibur and it has a box strapped to the back of it. I think we might be able to do something similar, maybe we can bold some sort of box to your roof and you could stuff your things in it. We could also bolt it to the trunk; but, then we will have to get you another side mirror because if we put it on the trunk it will block your rear view mirror.
"That sounds good", said Charles. Maybe I should go to Walmart and get a steamer trunk and then if we bolt it to the roof I won't have to worry about the wind blowing stuff out because I can just put a lock on the latch",
Stuart frowned, "I guess that will be okay if you want to spend the extra money."
At 7:30 they all sat down to watch a lip sync show where people voted for who did the best job. After that they watched a crime show and when it was over Dee Dee and Stuart headed off to bed and spend some time entangled in a knot. As soon as they left, so did Charles and he went off to see his friend Dave.
Upon arriving at Dave's house, he was confronted with what appeared to be a small gathering of Dave's friends. They were watching "Cops" and every time the cops would mention a drug, the party goers would all take a hit of pot out of a two foot tall bong. When the show was over someone put on MTV and Dave and Charles went into the kitchen.
"Well Chuckie, I guess we won't see much of you for awhile", said Dave through glassy eyes and sticky speech. "You want some of this weed? It's pretty kick ass?"
No thanks Dave, I just came by to say goodbye and see how your doing." Charles said.
Dave said, "That's cool. Me, I'm just kicking back, partying and trying to make a buck or two. I saw Lewis a couple of days ago, he wanted some acid. Man, that guy is nuts. He started talking this strange shit about how cell phones are the first step in a conspiracy to get everyone to put these things in their brains that would make you do whatever they want you to. He says that he is one of the few who really understands this. That dude is totally spent."
Charles said, "I remember when you first introduced me to him. He was telling me about meditation and I thought that he sounded like he knew what he was saying and that he seemed pretty smart. Later I found that he knew the words but not the meaning. He just kept getting worse talking about whatever bizarre thing he heard and believing it and slowly burning himself out with all that acid and ecstasy. He couldn't hold a job, couldn't meet a girl and we all started to laugh at him more and more because of all the messed up things he said and does. He's not the only one though, I mean, none of us has gotten that far. That's part of the reason I'm leaving. Shit, you know that half the people I know haven't even graduated high school and not one of us is making over $20 bucks an hour. What the fuck is happening, I mean where are we going to be in ten years? I just don't see a destination".
Dave laughed, "Too deep guy, too deep. I know where I'm gonna be man. Right here, doing what I want with one shitload of money."
Charles and Dave spent the rest of the night reminiscing about cars, times and places. At three in the morning Charles went back to Stuart's to sleep with the visit making him feel like leaving even more.
Thursday, November 2, 2017
A Little Drive - Chapter 2
I wrote this back in around 1985. It is sort of painful reading some of it now as I think my writing was a little stilted; but, it is what it is and I will post as much of it as I still have. If you haven't read chapter 1 you can click the link here.
Chapter 1: The Bum
Chapter 2: Stuart
When Charles got home he poured himself a drink of some cheap whiskey that he had and lit a cigarette. Settling himself into his only nice chair to watch in his "furnished" apartment, he tried to relax.
"Damnit" he thought, "I had the feeling I wouldn't finish in time. I should have left him on the bench and finished before I called the cops. Hell, he wouldn't notice the difference and I wouldn't have had to rush so much".
The television was spouting forth some nonsense about non money and no payments until after you died. One of the people that Charles had worked with had bought a car from the guy on t.v. and with only three payments left, it had been repossessed. After the commercial an old tv show called, "Route 66" came on and Charles watched as the show's two heroes drove around the United States doing as they wished and then moving on if they got bored. "That sure looks more interesting than sweeping for the rest of my life, or ending up like that bum", he thought to himself.
When he woke up the television was still on only now the person on the screen was talking about deodorants and showing pictures of beautiful women in bikinis. Charles took a shower, got dressed, ate some Fruit Loops and headed out to see if there was anything happening. He began to feel invigorated as he stepped out into the early evening cool. He drover over to his older brother Stuart's house.
When he arrived at his brother's house, he was greeted by his sister in law, Dee Dee, who escorted him into the kitchen for a cup of coffee. She always gave him something to eat when he came by and was always very warm to him. They each talked about their days and waited for Stuart to get home from the factory that he worked at.
Stuart and Charles had been born three years apart to Jake and Lena Leed, two people of little note to the world; but, of great importance to themselves. The Leeds had been your average working class family and never aspired to anything more and the boys did not expect to do any better themselves, this was not looked down upon by them.
When Stuart got home he kissed his wife, looked in on in their baby and asked Charles when he was going to take a job at the factory and get serious about his future. "You can't go on being a street sweeper forever Chuck", he said. "If you're ever going to get serious with a girl you'll have to have normal hours".
Charles smiled and said, "Look Stu, I want to tell you about something. I've decided to quit my job and take off to see the world, I'm going to drive across the country while I still can".
Stuart's response was instantaneous, "And where do you intend to get the money to do this? I sure as hell hope you don't think I'm going to lend you any. I don't have it and if I did, I wouldn't lend it to you to just flake out on."
In a calming voice filled with rationality, Charles said, "Look, I have $2,500 in the bank and the $1,600 that mom left me. I don't think I can just stay here much longer, The only place I've ever seen in my life is Sacramento and I'm 22. I want to see more".
Stuart responded by saying, "Well, the only place I have ever been is Sacramento too and I'm 25. I like Sacramento and don't feel the need to spend all of my money going anywhere else."
A little angered Charles said, "Well I do and I'm leaving next Friday right after I get paid."
"What about your car, will it even make it?", Stuart asked. Charles said, "I was hoping that you might help me get it ready for the trip this weekend. I thought that we might go over to the "Pick a Part" junkyard and get some stuff for it. I want to get some shocks, a pair of rocker arms, a radiator and I thought we could rebuild the carburetor and tune it up on Sunday.
Stuart looked less than enthused; but, said, "I'll help you just so you don't end up broken down somewhere is the desert; but, I still think it is a dumb idea. Are you working tonight"?
Charles smiled and said, "Nope, I'm quitting tonight."
The next day was Friday so Charles went to collect the first of the two checks still owed him. The owner of the company was a man named Phil, who always held back the checks for a week. Charles thought the reason Phil held the checks back was so that it would be harder for the drivers to leave on the spur of the moment. Charles had to go to Phil's home to get his check as Phil worked out of his house and just rented a spot at a garage to keep his trucks parked.
"Hi Charlie," said Phil, "Come in for your check, huh. Listen, I was hoping I might take you out for a drink before you go, how bout it?"
"Sure Phil", said Charles, "But it will have to be later because I have some things to do before I leave."
"Fine", said Phil, "I'' tell ya what, I'll see if I can rush your last check through and if I can, then we can go out on Thursday and I'll give you your check at the same time."
After a word or two more Charles left. Driving away Charles was a little surprised that Phil had not tried to talk him out of quitting; but, perhaps that would happen on Thursday. With the sun still up Charles felt slightly out of place. After a year of sleeping while everyone else was at work, he had almost forgotten wht it was like to go out while there was light around that was not fluorescent. Pondering this fact he thought he had better start getting up early right away before he left so that he would not feel tired driving during the day, which he would have to do if he was going to see anything while on his trip.
With nothing else to do Charles decided to go to a movie so he went down to one of the older theaters to watch a double feature. When the movie ended he had some dinner at one of the better Burger Kings in the area and went home. Trying to sleep before the sun came up was practically useless so he had a few drinks and watched television until he was able to crash.
The next day he and Stuart went to the junkyard to get the parts he wanted. The junkyard they chose was one of the largest in the area and took over a few acres in one of the less populated areas of town. As he walked through the auto forest, Charles wondered how they had been able to stack the cars on top of one another without having them fall over even when they stood them four or five on top of themselves. Inside the yard there were six or seven other weekend mechanics on a scavenger hunt looking for the right part, from the right car and later when they installed it they would be praying that it worked because even if it did not, they would still be stuck with it because the junkyard had a policy of no returns and no guarantees. A friend of Charles had once bought a set of heads at the yard and when he got them home and installed them he was less than thrilled to discover they had hairline cracks in them which rendered them useless; but, fortunately he was able to save up enough money to get a seconds set from the yard and those ended up working.
"Stu", called Charles, "Do you remember when dad took us here for the first time? I remember how dad would let us split a beer after we finished helping him and he would always tell us to not tell mom. I sure miss mom and dad..."
Stuart said, "I remember and I remember how they would argue all the time and he would say that she had forced him to marry her by getting pregnant with you."
"I know", said Charles; "But, it wasn't always like that. Sometimes he was real nice to her, like that Christmas that he bought her a washing machine so that she didn't have to walk to the laundry all the time. Hell, even used like it was, it still must have cost a hundred and fifty bucks or so."
"Yeah well, I think he just did that because he felt bad about screwing the waitress." Said Stuart. "Hell, even Aunt Flo said that to his face."
"Well, I still think that he was pretty nice sometimes." said Charles with only a little less conviction. "Hey Stu, what do you want to do when you finish your trip? I mean what are you hoping for out of life, what do you want to be. I don't think you've ever told me that."
Irritated a little, Stuart said, "I never told you because it was stupid".
"I wanted to be a cobbler," he said. "You know fixing shoes. I don't know I guess I just like the idea of working with my and hands and at my own pace. One time when mom sent me down to have our shoes resoled I asked the cobbler where he had learned to work with shoes and he told me, "Back in Italy". I wanted to ask him if maybe he would teach me; but, it took a month to get up the courage and by the time I did, the store was closed. Hey, there is a Cavalier over there, lets see if it has the rocker arms."
The next four hours were spent picking the bones of the old car for the parts they needed. When they got back to Stuart's house that night, Dee Dee had the dinner all ready and a couple of cold beers by the door. She asked Charles if he wanted to spend the night, an offer he cheerfully accepted. When dinner was finished they played some cards and listened to the radio and later Charles went to sleep on the couch.
Chapter 1: The Bum
Chapter 2: Stuart
When Charles got home he poured himself a drink of some cheap whiskey that he had and lit a cigarette. Settling himself into his only nice chair to watch in his "furnished" apartment, he tried to relax.
"Damnit" he thought, "I had the feeling I wouldn't finish in time. I should have left him on the bench and finished before I called the cops. Hell, he wouldn't notice the difference and I wouldn't have had to rush so much".
The television was spouting forth some nonsense about non money and no payments until after you died. One of the people that Charles had worked with had bought a car from the guy on t.v. and with only three payments left, it had been repossessed. After the commercial an old tv show called, "Route 66" came on and Charles watched as the show's two heroes drove around the United States doing as they wished and then moving on if they got bored. "That sure looks more interesting than sweeping for the rest of my life, or ending up like that bum", he thought to himself.
When he woke up the television was still on only now the person on the screen was talking about deodorants and showing pictures of beautiful women in bikinis. Charles took a shower, got dressed, ate some Fruit Loops and headed out to see if there was anything happening. He began to feel invigorated as he stepped out into the early evening cool. He drover over to his older brother Stuart's house.
When he arrived at his brother's house, he was greeted by his sister in law, Dee Dee, who escorted him into the kitchen for a cup of coffee. She always gave him something to eat when he came by and was always very warm to him. They each talked about their days and waited for Stuart to get home from the factory that he worked at.
Stuart and Charles had been born three years apart to Jake and Lena Leed, two people of little note to the world; but, of great importance to themselves. The Leeds had been your average working class family and never aspired to anything more and the boys did not expect to do any better themselves, this was not looked down upon by them.
When Stuart got home he kissed his wife, looked in on in their baby and asked Charles when he was going to take a job at the factory and get serious about his future. "You can't go on being a street sweeper forever Chuck", he said. "If you're ever going to get serious with a girl you'll have to have normal hours".
Charles smiled and said, "Look Stu, I want to tell you about something. I've decided to quit my job and take off to see the world, I'm going to drive across the country while I still can".
Stuart's response was instantaneous, "And where do you intend to get the money to do this? I sure as hell hope you don't think I'm going to lend you any. I don't have it and if I did, I wouldn't lend it to you to just flake out on."
In a calming voice filled with rationality, Charles said, "Look, I have $2,500 in the bank and the $1,600 that mom left me. I don't think I can just stay here much longer, The only place I've ever seen in my life is Sacramento and I'm 22. I want to see more".
Stuart responded by saying, "Well, the only place I have ever been is Sacramento too and I'm 25. I like Sacramento and don't feel the need to spend all of my money going anywhere else."
A little angered Charles said, "Well I do and I'm leaving next Friday right after I get paid."
"What about your car, will it even make it?", Stuart asked. Charles said, "I was hoping that you might help me get it ready for the trip this weekend. I thought that we might go over to the "Pick a Part" junkyard and get some stuff for it. I want to get some shocks, a pair of rocker arms, a radiator and I thought we could rebuild the carburetor and tune it up on Sunday.
Stuart looked less than enthused; but, said, "I'll help you just so you don't end up broken down somewhere is the desert; but, I still think it is a dumb idea. Are you working tonight"?
Charles smiled and said, "Nope, I'm quitting tonight."
The next day was Friday so Charles went to collect the first of the two checks still owed him. The owner of the company was a man named Phil, who always held back the checks for a week. Charles thought the reason Phil held the checks back was so that it would be harder for the drivers to leave on the spur of the moment. Charles had to go to Phil's home to get his check as Phil worked out of his house and just rented a spot at a garage to keep his trucks parked.
"Hi Charlie," said Phil, "Come in for your check, huh. Listen, I was hoping I might take you out for a drink before you go, how bout it?"
"Sure Phil", said Charles, "But it will have to be later because I have some things to do before I leave."
"Fine", said Phil, "I'' tell ya what, I'll see if I can rush your last check through and if I can, then we can go out on Thursday and I'll give you your check at the same time."
After a word or two more Charles left. Driving away Charles was a little surprised that Phil had not tried to talk him out of quitting; but, perhaps that would happen on Thursday. With the sun still up Charles felt slightly out of place. After a year of sleeping while everyone else was at work, he had almost forgotten wht it was like to go out while there was light around that was not fluorescent. Pondering this fact he thought he had better start getting up early right away before he left so that he would not feel tired driving during the day, which he would have to do if he was going to see anything while on his trip.
With nothing else to do Charles decided to go to a movie so he went down to one of the older theaters to watch a double feature. When the movie ended he had some dinner at one of the better Burger Kings in the area and went home. Trying to sleep before the sun came up was practically useless so he had a few drinks and watched television until he was able to crash.
The next day he and Stuart went to the junkyard to get the parts he wanted. The junkyard they chose was one of the largest in the area and took over a few acres in one of the less populated areas of town. As he walked through the auto forest, Charles wondered how they had been able to stack the cars on top of one another without having them fall over even when they stood them four or five on top of themselves. Inside the yard there were six or seven other weekend mechanics on a scavenger hunt looking for the right part, from the right car and later when they installed it they would be praying that it worked because even if it did not, they would still be stuck with it because the junkyard had a policy of no returns and no guarantees. A friend of Charles had once bought a set of heads at the yard and when he got them home and installed them he was less than thrilled to discover they had hairline cracks in them which rendered them useless; but, fortunately he was able to save up enough money to get a seconds set from the yard and those ended up working.
"Stu", called Charles, "Do you remember when dad took us here for the first time? I remember how dad would let us split a beer after we finished helping him and he would always tell us to not tell mom. I sure miss mom and dad..."
Stuart said, "I remember and I remember how they would argue all the time and he would say that she had forced him to marry her by getting pregnant with you."
"I know", said Charles; "But, it wasn't always like that. Sometimes he was real nice to her, like that Christmas that he bought her a washing machine so that she didn't have to walk to the laundry all the time. Hell, even used like it was, it still must have cost a hundred and fifty bucks or so."
"Yeah well, I think he just did that because he felt bad about screwing the waitress." Said Stuart. "Hell, even Aunt Flo said that to his face."
"Well, I still think that he was pretty nice sometimes." said Charles with only a little less conviction. "Hey Stu, what do you want to do when you finish your trip? I mean what are you hoping for out of life, what do you want to be. I don't think you've ever told me that."
Irritated a little, Stuart said, "I never told you because it was stupid".
"I wanted to be a cobbler," he said. "You know fixing shoes. I don't know I guess I just like the idea of working with my and hands and at my own pace. One time when mom sent me down to have our shoes resoled I asked the cobbler where he had learned to work with shoes and he told me, "Back in Italy". I wanted to ask him if maybe he would teach me; but, it took a month to get up the courage and by the time I did, the store was closed. Hey, there is a Cavalier over there, lets see if it has the rocker arms."
The next four hours were spent picking the bones of the old car for the parts they needed. When they got back to Stuart's house that night, Dee Dee had the dinner all ready and a couple of cold beers by the door. She asked Charles if he wanted to spend the night, an offer he cheerfully accepted. When dinner was finished they played some cards and listened to the radio and later Charles went to sleep on the couch.
A Little Drive: Chapter 1
This is chapter one of a story I wrote when I was in my 20's over 30 years ago.
A LITTLE DRIVE
Chapter One: The Bum
The small sweeping truck drove down the dark, littered street on it's way to another empty parking lot. The lights of the city illuminated just enough of the area to make the grime of the run down neighborhood take on an oddly charming look. The cool fall wind blew bits of paper around the buildings and cars as the truck pulled into the shopping mall that was it's destination.
Charles looked at his watch - 3:15 a.m., and there were still six more stops to make. Charles knew that the first one would be done quickly enough; but, the third would take at least an hour and a half, and he was worried that he might not finish until seven o'clock. He didn't like to still be sweeping when the sun came up because then he would have to deal with the morning and he always found that difficult. People who work from nine-to-five seem to look down on those who work at nigh and they also seem to feel the pressures of existence a little more acutely. Even if it were not for the people, he would still be concerned because the shop owners would not like it if their lots weren't finished before the first customers arrived.
He drove around the mall lot pushing some of the refuse into the gutters and slurping up some of the rest into the truck's giant vacuums. When he had finished driving around the lot he got out and put on his backpack blower. With he blower on he looked like some kind of alien creature taking samples of the earth. After a year or so on the job he no longer even noticed the smell of burning gas from the backpack. Charles had actually begun to enjoy blowing the sidewalks clean more than driving the truck because the act of blowing the sidewalks would take on an almost hypnotic effect and it meant that this particular lot was almost done.
As Charles walked down the sidewalk around the large store blowing the papers and cans out of the bushes, he thought about where the best place to take his break would be. If he went to Joey's Doughnut Shop he knew that he would run into one of the other sweeper named Richard. Richard had spent a couple of years in jail for holding up a fast food restaurant in Stockton when he was 23. When he got out of jail Richard found it was almost impossible to get most jobs so he started looking for jobs that nobody else seemed to want and he eventually ended up as a sweeper. Rich was alright but he sometimes would go on for hours about some of the strange ideas he had about the universe or talk about how someone had invested a pill that would cure all disease; but, that the government would let them sell it because it would hurt how much big pharma and the doctors make off of disease. Charles didn't feel up to listening to Richard so he decided to just finish quickly and go home to sleep.
Charles was almost halfway through the mall when he got to where the benches were. On one of the benches was a large collection of newspapers and he blew them away he was surprised to find a bum beneath where they had been. Charles started to tell the bun that he was sorry but he saw that the bum would not have heard him. "Shit" he said, "looks like I'm really going to be late tonight". He left to call the police.
Charles had seen dead homeless before as has everyone else that lives or works downtown of any major city for long enough; yet, he felt strange about this one and he wasn't sure why. In the past Charles had never really thought about them, he had seen it but never really had to deal with it. Somehow this dead bum had made Charles think about him, perhaps Charles was the only to think about the dead man, perhaps the only one to spend more than four seconds thinking about him in as many years. He began to think about the bum lying on the bench in his own vomit with his excrement running down his pants and onto the dirty bench and Charles knew that nobody would even notice that the bum had ever lived once he was taken away in one of the Coroners green bags. Charles wondered if he had been one of the many who had him for a cup coffee or some spare change, sometimes Charles had given money to the bums when asked; but, usually he did not. He wondered whether he had bothered to give this bum money for coffee or if he told him no, or if he just ignored him.
Charles remembered one bum he had seen everyday for six months. He would see the bum walking up and down the same streets everyday writing in some little book. Then one day he saw the police pick up the bum's body and take it away. He wanted to know, he wanted to ask the cops to give him the bum's notebook. He wondered if it held a great novel or just meaningless scribbles and he knew that the chances are that nobody would ever know or care about the answer to that question.
"Sacrament police", the voice said.
"I want to report a dead body", said Charles.
"What's your name sir"? inquired in a monotone voice.
"Charles Leed", he replied.
"What is your address?" the voice went on.
"19962 Levon Avenue, apartment number 22," Charles responded.
"Who is dead?", the voice asked.
"I don't know" Charles replied. "Just some old bum at the Stuart Street Mall and he's on the benches near the rear entrance. I was blowing the benches when I found him.
"There will be a car there in a few minutes", the voice continued, "please wait for it".
"Hey, I've got other lots to do", said Charles, "I have to finish my shift".
"Please waith there sir" said the voice one last time.
"Alright, alright", said Charles and then he hung up the phone.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5, Part 1
Chapter 5, Part 2
_____________________________________________________
So that was chapter one. It is for my readers to tell me if it has aged well. In reading it after over two decades, I can see that my writing has improved. I won't tell you where the story is going and don't have the final copy; but, I will probably post another chapter in a day or two. Hope you are intrigued.
A LITTLE DRIVE
Chapter One: The Bum
The small sweeping truck drove down the dark, littered street on it's way to another empty parking lot. The lights of the city illuminated just enough of the area to make the grime of the run down neighborhood take on an oddly charming look. The cool fall wind blew bits of paper around the buildings and cars as the truck pulled into the shopping mall that was it's destination.
Charles looked at his watch - 3:15 a.m., and there were still six more stops to make. Charles knew that the first one would be done quickly enough; but, the third would take at least an hour and a half, and he was worried that he might not finish until seven o'clock. He didn't like to still be sweeping when the sun came up because then he would have to deal with the morning and he always found that difficult. People who work from nine-to-five seem to look down on those who work at nigh and they also seem to feel the pressures of existence a little more acutely. Even if it were not for the people, he would still be concerned because the shop owners would not like it if their lots weren't finished before the first customers arrived.
He drove around the mall lot pushing some of the refuse into the gutters and slurping up some of the rest into the truck's giant vacuums. When he had finished driving around the lot he got out and put on his backpack blower. With he blower on he looked like some kind of alien creature taking samples of the earth. After a year or so on the job he no longer even noticed the smell of burning gas from the backpack. Charles had actually begun to enjoy blowing the sidewalks clean more than driving the truck because the act of blowing the sidewalks would take on an almost hypnotic effect and it meant that this particular lot was almost done.
As Charles walked down the sidewalk around the large store blowing the papers and cans out of the bushes, he thought about where the best place to take his break would be. If he went to Joey's Doughnut Shop he knew that he would run into one of the other sweeper named Richard. Richard had spent a couple of years in jail for holding up a fast food restaurant in Stockton when he was 23. When he got out of jail Richard found it was almost impossible to get most jobs so he started looking for jobs that nobody else seemed to want and he eventually ended up as a sweeper. Rich was alright but he sometimes would go on for hours about some of the strange ideas he had about the universe or talk about how someone had invested a pill that would cure all disease; but, that the government would let them sell it because it would hurt how much big pharma and the doctors make off of disease. Charles didn't feel up to listening to Richard so he decided to just finish quickly and go home to sleep.
Charles was almost halfway through the mall when he got to where the benches were. On one of the benches was a large collection of newspapers and he blew them away he was surprised to find a bum beneath where they had been. Charles started to tell the bun that he was sorry but he saw that the bum would not have heard him. "Shit" he said, "looks like I'm really going to be late tonight". He left to call the police.
Charles had seen dead homeless before as has everyone else that lives or works downtown of any major city for long enough; yet, he felt strange about this one and he wasn't sure why. In the past Charles had never really thought about them, he had seen it but never really had to deal with it. Somehow this dead bum had made Charles think about him, perhaps Charles was the only to think about the dead man, perhaps the only one to spend more than four seconds thinking about him in as many years. He began to think about the bum lying on the bench in his own vomit with his excrement running down his pants and onto the dirty bench and Charles knew that nobody would even notice that the bum had ever lived once he was taken away in one of the Coroners green bags. Charles wondered if he had been one of the many who had him for a cup coffee or some spare change, sometimes Charles had given money to the bums when asked; but, usually he did not. He wondered whether he had bothered to give this bum money for coffee or if he told him no, or if he just ignored him.
Charles remembered one bum he had seen everyday for six months. He would see the bum walking up and down the same streets everyday writing in some little book. Then one day he saw the police pick up the bum's body and take it away. He wanted to know, he wanted to ask the cops to give him the bum's notebook. He wondered if it held a great novel or just meaningless scribbles and he knew that the chances are that nobody would ever know or care about the answer to that question.
"Sacrament police", the voice said.
"I want to report a dead body", said Charles.
"What's your name sir"? inquired in a monotone voice.
"Charles Leed", he replied.
"What is your address?" the voice went on.
"19962 Levon Avenue, apartment number 22," Charles responded.
"Who is dead?", the voice asked.
"I don't know" Charles replied. "Just some old bum at the Stuart Street Mall and he's on the benches near the rear entrance. I was blowing the benches when I found him.
"There will be a car there in a few minutes", the voice continued, "please wait for it".
"Hey, I've got other lots to do", said Charles, "I have to finish my shift".
"Please waith there sir" said the voice one last time.
"Alright, alright", said Charles and then he hung up the phone.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5, Part 1
Chapter 5, Part 2
_____________________________________________________
So that was chapter one. It is for my readers to tell me if it has aged well. In reading it after over two decades, I can see that my writing has improved. I won't tell you where the story is going and don't have the final copy; but, I will probably post another chapter in a day or two. Hope you are intrigued.
Wednesday, November 1, 2017
MK Ultra and Music for Halloween.
It is just past the witching hour on Halloween and that is time for fun. Lets start with some music and then some links for my newest friend, the charming young lady.
Spooky stuff. Well, the charming young lady I recently met asked me about MK Ultra and this is the perfect night to write about it. The Wikipedia page is in this link. Wikipedia - MK Ultra. Certain activities of the CIA were investigate by the Church Committee (so named because of Frank Church a congressman that headed the committee). The committee investigate CIA misdeeds such as assassinations of foreign leaders, involvement in rigging foreign elections and other misdeeds. As part of the investigation they brought what was known as Project MK Ultra, the MK stands for Mind Control. The same committee also looked into the CIA illegally spying on Americans, how little things change and how much they remain the same. MK Ultra was a program designed to mind wash people to make them into psychological assassins, it was not successful; but, it did happen.
This is a link to the "Black Vault" which is the best source for FOIA documents there is. Black Vault - MK Ultra, it uses the Freedom of Information Act to obtain government documents. You can find the documents on the congress's own website; but, the Black Vault really organizes them more easily for review. Now mind you, the head of the CIA ordered all the documents to be destroyed and only some remain; but, what does remain is scary enough.
Back in the 1950s and 1960s the United States experimented with using LSD, radiation, microwaves and other things, including extreme emotional manipulation, to create mind controlled people. It sounds crazy; but, read up on DARPA, we will investigate anything we can use against others. The CIA and DIA (Defense Intelligence Agency) funding Project Stargate to investigate remote psychic viewing and using psychic abilities to control others and find stuff. It should be noted that these types of projects have never stopped, Lt. Colonel Michael Aquino, the founder of the Satanic Church called "Temple of Set" wrote about how we could use PsyOps for the military.
The government is always investigating new ways to control people or get information out of them. MK Ultra failed, for the most part, Stargate failed; but, what MK Ultra showed was just how much the CIA was willing to ignore the constitution to deny people their rights. The Church committee was focused on that bigger issue and primarily on our illegal activities in foreign nations, like overthrowing their governments or killing their political leaders.
Mr. Aquino is an occultist and if you wish to hear something really spooky listen to the history of occultism and secret societies.
YouTube - Bill Cooper - Mystery Babylon.
Remember, most occultist view the occult as symbolic. Understand what they believe the symbolism is really saying.
Happy Halloween.
Spooky stuff. Well, the charming young lady I recently met asked me about MK Ultra and this is the perfect night to write about it. The Wikipedia page is in this link. Wikipedia - MK Ultra. Certain activities of the CIA were investigate by the Church Committee (so named because of Frank Church a congressman that headed the committee). The committee investigate CIA misdeeds such as assassinations of foreign leaders, involvement in rigging foreign elections and other misdeeds. As part of the investigation they brought what was known as Project MK Ultra, the MK stands for Mind Control. The same committee also looked into the CIA illegally spying on Americans, how little things change and how much they remain the same. MK Ultra was a program designed to mind wash people to make them into psychological assassins, it was not successful; but, it did happen.
This is a link to the "Black Vault" which is the best source for FOIA documents there is. Black Vault - MK Ultra, it uses the Freedom of Information Act to obtain government documents. You can find the documents on the congress's own website; but, the Black Vault really organizes them more easily for review. Now mind you, the head of the CIA ordered all the documents to be destroyed and only some remain; but, what does remain is scary enough.
Back in the 1950s and 1960s the United States experimented with using LSD, radiation, microwaves and other things, including extreme emotional manipulation, to create mind controlled people. It sounds crazy; but, read up on DARPA, we will investigate anything we can use against others. The CIA and DIA (Defense Intelligence Agency) funding Project Stargate to investigate remote psychic viewing and using psychic abilities to control others and find stuff. It should be noted that these types of projects have never stopped, Lt. Colonel Michael Aquino, the founder of the Satanic Church called "Temple of Set" wrote about how we could use PsyOps for the military.
The government is always investigating new ways to control people or get information out of them. MK Ultra failed, for the most part, Stargate failed; but, what MK Ultra showed was just how much the CIA was willing to ignore the constitution to deny people their rights. The Church committee was focused on that bigger issue and primarily on our illegal activities in foreign nations, like overthrowing their governments or killing their political leaders.
Mr. Aquino is an occultist and if you wish to hear something really spooky listen to the history of occultism and secret societies.
YouTube - Bill Cooper - Mystery Babylon.
Remember, most occultist view the occult as symbolic. Understand what they believe the symbolism is really saying.
Happy Halloween.
Tuesday, October 31, 2017
You Watch Podesta Will Be Indicted and Soon. Updated 11/1/17 and on 11/2/17. And again on 11/2
I think you will see Podesta getting arrested. Lets look at some simple facts. The Trump dossier did NOT accuse Trump of a crime. Here is another link to the actual document. Buzzfeed - "Trump Dossier". What the dossier claimed was that Trump paid hookers to piss on a bed, the Russians had a secret tape of it and could use it to blackmail him. It also claimed that when Trump was in Russia, they would get him hookers. In fact, the dossier said that even though the Russians offered Trump good real estate deals, he didn't take them and for your information he has no hotels in Russia.
This document had been passed around from media people and intelligence people by Fusion GPS and Steele, the author. After Trump was elected before taking office, he and Obama were briefed on it. Obama did not claim that Trump had broken any law and nobody could confirm that the claims made in it were true; but, if they were Trump would not be guilty a crime. In fact, hiring a prostitute is not illegal in Russia. It is actually legal all over Europe. The document did make claims of illegal activities on the part of Russians; but, did not claim he worked with them to hack the DNC, that is not in the report. Now here is where it gets interesting. The report was used to get a FISA court to issue a wiretapping order on Trump's associates to make sure that they were not being used to manipulate Trump for the Russians. Many were tapped and our intelligence agencies did not find anything showing collusion between Trump and Russia even though President Obama said he wanted a report by them by the time Trump was sworn in (people forget that little detail).
Mueller was given the job as special counsel to investigate Russia's attempts to influence the election. Here is the actual authority. Justice Department - Appointment of Special Counsel. The title of the document is, "Appointment of Special Counsel to investigate Russian interference with the 2016 Presidential Election and Related Matters." Now remember the claims that started all this and were used to get the Wiretaps was that some of Trump's people might be working for the Russians to influence Trump. While the corporate media does not portray it that way, read the documents for yourself.
I hate re-hashing all these things that I have written about before; but, for those who do not follow this blog regularly, I wanted to save them some time. Now, here is where the real fun begins and they don't see it coming. You are going to see the Podestas indicted by Mueller. The media will say that they should be pardoned and Trump will say he cannot, that they must face the same legal system as Manafort and Gates. When this happens it is going to blow people's minds, especially in the Clinton campaign. Now let me explain how I know this.
Mueller indicted Manafort and Gates for tax evasion from years ago. More importantly he talked about how Manafort skirted the law regarding registering as a foreign agent when he was working for the Ukranian government. Here is the actual indictment. Manafort Gates Indictment. One of the companies listed in the indictment is the Podesta Group. This is fascinating as the same day the indictment went down for Manafort, Tony Podesta resigned from his own company. Timing is everything kids.
Lets dig a little deeper, you are going to like this. On Tuesday, the day after the indictments were released, the General Counsel for Perkins-Coie (the law firm that hired Fusion GPS, the people that paid Steele and Russians for dirt on Trump, for the DNC and Hillary) issued the following letter to
the attorney for Fusion GPS. Perkins Coie Letter. The letter made it clear that Perkins-Coie did not represent Fusion GPS and was not under an obligation to them while retaining the right to not say who had hired Perkins Coie or paid them to hire Fusion GPS. Someone from the DNC and Hillary's campaign $9 million for the Trump dossier, someone had to approve those checks. Podesta was in charge of Hillary's campaign, you think he might have approved those payments?
It gets more amusing the longer it goes on. The Washington Post - Mueller got Manafort’s attorney to speak against him once. He may try the tactic again. The article claims that Mueller is not above forcing attorney's to testify to grand juries about their cliens. Now go back and read that Perkins Coie letter again and you'll see what I am saying. The indictment of Manafort said, "the last two counts of the indictment say that Manafort and Gates “knowingly and willfully caused to be made a false statement’’ in a government filing required under the Foreign Agents Registration Act, or FARA." The Podesta's also failed to file as foreign agents when working for the Ukranian government along with Manafort. Politico - Podesta Group files new disclosures in Manafort-linked Ukraine lobbying. Yep, Mueller has to indict Podesta and will. Mueller cannot claim that he is unaware that Podesta failed to file the exact same documents Manafort failed to file
UPDATE:
I just watched Trevor Noah interview Hillary Clinton. Nice to see the media still shilling for her.
UPDATE 2:
After watching the Hillary Clinton interview, there are questions I would ask her as an investigator. The first question is did she know about the payments to Fusion GPS for the dossier? She claimed in the interview that they didn't use the information in it. That presumes that she made a decision on the information, that it was unverifiable. Hmm, then she knew about the payments for it. The second question is if she knew the information had no value, why did she pay out $9 million for the report? The final question is the real question. Why didn't Hillary come out and say that the DNC and her campaign had paid the report and that they didn't use it because it was garbage and unverifiable? Why didn't they say that a year ago?
Here is what I want you to notice, the report was published right after the election was accepted by congress; but, it had been floating around for months. Was Fusion GPS still getting paid after the election? That is a big question, were they being paid to shop that dossier around Washington by Hillary and the DNC or others? Based on the Perkins Coie letter, Fusion can say everyone who paid them and when. Perkins Coie is not a legal firm, there is no attorney client privilege that they are held.
Here are some other questions. Did she tell President Obama that she had paid for the pee pee gate dossier? Remember, Obama and Trump were both briefed on the dossier prior to Trump being sworn in. If Hillary told Obama that she had paid for it's creation, did he tell Trump? If she did not tell Obama, what would that say about her? So many beautiful questions. The Noah interview was a dumb idea and a public relations stunt; but, it was a dangerous one and she failed it. Believe me, Mueller cannot avoid asking these questions or he will prove himself to not being subjective.
How does Perkins Coie allow Hillary to say that she didn't know about the payments for the dossier before they were made? Does she say that Perkins Coie made the payments without her approval? I don't think so and they would have to prove they followed their Professional Responsibility. The moment Hillary takes the fifth before congress, this game is over and she loses.
If Hillary is indicted the media will say Trump should pardon her. He will say he cannot because he cannot pardon anyone who colluded with foreign nationals to effect the election. The smart move would be to let her spend a week or two in jail and then pardon her to show mercy even after all she has done. This story is not going where people think it is, it is going the way I am telling you and that is really bizarre.
Trump is the mirror President, he is a mirror to all the wrong we do. He exposes the hypocrisy of the left ant the right. Trump himself only wishes to be adored, money is not enough, fame is not enough, power is not enough, he seeks your adoration and he will get it from more and more and more, you just don't see it coming.
Hillary is dirty, she is crooked, that will be proven in court. As for Trump, I am more and more convinced that there is more that is seen by the eye here. Nobody is that smart or that lucky to have his opponents fall on the swords they attack him with every time. Pimpernel is not just a genius, my IQ is over 155. I spent over half my life in the political arena and I was damn good at it. Some of my readers know this. I wrote speeches for politicians and government officials. I dealt with them behind closed doors where the real action takes place. I out maneuvered them on more than one occasion. This ain't right.
Trump outmaneuvered 16 senators, congressmen and governors to get the nomination while the media incessantly ridiculed him and said he could not win. Trump beat the women called the most qualified in history. There is more than planning going on here, there is a type of good fortune only seen in the bible. Nobody is this lucky or this smart. People are exposing themselves to their own hypocrisy and everyone sees it.
I have never seen anything like this in my life and I have studied politics and government since I was 4 frickin years old and my brother and sister know this as do others. I studied this game, I lived this game and I taught this game. I have never seen anything go down like this or even heard of it. It is much easier for me to tell you what is coming in 10 years than it is to tell you what tomorrow may bring. My talk about tech is all about in a few years, just giving people a heads up. I am so much into today that I cannot see tomorrow as well. I cant tell you if it is going to rain or not; but, I see trends and patterns real well. The stuff about Hillary, that is about seeing a pattern and legal training.
How is it that everyone that goes after Trump ends up hurting themselves in the long run?
UPDATE 3:
Seems Donna Brazile, the ex head of the DNC, is busy protecting herself and burning Hillary and Debbie Wasserman Shultz. In an article Brazile claimed that, "The agreement—signed by Amy Dacey, the former CEO of the DNC, and Robby Mook with a copy to Marc Elias—specified that in exchange for raising money and investing in the DNC, Hillary would control the party’s finances, strategy, and all the money raised. Her campaign had the right of refusal of who would be the party communications director, and it would make final decisions on all the other staff. The DNC also was required to consult with the campaign about all other staffing, budgeting, data, analytics, and mailings."
Let me tell you why this is important and explain the timing. Brazile claims that Hillary controlled the finances of the DNC. What Brazile is basically saying is that the DNC payments to Fusion GPS were approved by Hillary and not by her. While most people want to focus on the part where Brazile says the primary was rigged to benefit Hillary at Sanders expense, that was unethical but probably not illegal. By the way, Marc Elias, one of the people that got a copy of the agreement, worked for Perkins-Coie and sat next to Podesta in a congressional hearing while Podesta claimed no knowledge of the agreement between Fusion GPS and the Clinton campaign. That is called perjury. This is only going to get weirder.
Politico - Inside Hillary Clinton’s Secret Takeover of the DNC.
This document had been passed around from media people and intelligence people by Fusion GPS and Steele, the author. After Trump was elected before taking office, he and Obama were briefed on it. Obama did not claim that Trump had broken any law and nobody could confirm that the claims made in it were true; but, if they were Trump would not be guilty a crime. In fact, hiring a prostitute is not illegal in Russia. It is actually legal all over Europe. The document did make claims of illegal activities on the part of Russians; but, did not claim he worked with them to hack the DNC, that is not in the report. Now here is where it gets interesting. The report was used to get a FISA court to issue a wiretapping order on Trump's associates to make sure that they were not being used to manipulate Trump for the Russians. Many were tapped and our intelligence agencies did not find anything showing collusion between Trump and Russia even though President Obama said he wanted a report by them by the time Trump was sworn in (people forget that little detail).
Mueller was given the job as special counsel to investigate Russia's attempts to influence the election. Here is the actual authority. Justice Department - Appointment of Special Counsel. The title of the document is, "Appointment of Special Counsel to investigate Russian interference with the 2016 Presidential Election and Related Matters." Now remember the claims that started all this and were used to get the Wiretaps was that some of Trump's people might be working for the Russians to influence Trump. While the corporate media does not portray it that way, read the documents for yourself.
I hate re-hashing all these things that I have written about before; but, for those who do not follow this blog regularly, I wanted to save them some time. Now, here is where the real fun begins and they don't see it coming. You are going to see the Podestas indicted by Mueller. The media will say that they should be pardoned and Trump will say he cannot, that they must face the same legal system as Manafort and Gates. When this happens it is going to blow people's minds, especially in the Clinton campaign. Now let me explain how I know this.
Mueller indicted Manafort and Gates for tax evasion from years ago. More importantly he talked about how Manafort skirted the law regarding registering as a foreign agent when he was working for the Ukranian government. Here is the actual indictment. Manafort Gates Indictment. One of the companies listed in the indictment is the Podesta Group. This is fascinating as the same day the indictment went down for Manafort, Tony Podesta resigned from his own company. Timing is everything kids.
Lets dig a little deeper, you are going to like this. On Tuesday, the day after the indictments were released, the General Counsel for Perkins-Coie (the law firm that hired Fusion GPS, the people that paid Steele and Russians for dirt on Trump, for the DNC and Hillary) issued the following letter to
the attorney for Fusion GPS. Perkins Coie Letter. The letter made it clear that Perkins-Coie did not represent Fusion GPS and was not under an obligation to them while retaining the right to not say who had hired Perkins Coie or paid them to hire Fusion GPS. Someone from the DNC and Hillary's campaign $9 million for the Trump dossier, someone had to approve those checks. Podesta was in charge of Hillary's campaign, you think he might have approved those payments?
It gets more amusing the longer it goes on. The Washington Post - Mueller got Manafort’s attorney to speak against him once. He may try the tactic again. The article claims that Mueller is not above forcing attorney's to testify to grand juries about their cliens. Now go back and read that Perkins Coie letter again and you'll see what I am saying. The indictment of Manafort said, "the last two counts of the indictment say that Manafort and Gates “knowingly and willfully caused to be made a false statement’’ in a government filing required under the Foreign Agents Registration Act, or FARA." The Podesta's also failed to file as foreign agents when working for the Ukranian government along with Manafort. Politico - Podesta Group files new disclosures in Manafort-linked Ukraine lobbying. Yep, Mueller has to indict Podesta and will. Mueller cannot claim that he is unaware that Podesta failed to file the exact same documents Manafort failed to file
UPDATE:
I just watched Trevor Noah interview Hillary Clinton. Nice to see the media still shilling for her.
It made me want to puke. I think I have exposed my bias enough times, I detest the Bushes and Clintons insincerity, dishonesty and disrespect for democracy and the people of this country and their easy willingness to kill people in other countries. Now, I could rip apart everything she said; but, that would be getting trapped in the minutia and meaningless. Here is what is important. I would like to go over what makes Trevor Noah's piece pure propaganda and deconstruct how the interview was set up, prearranged and intended to manipulate you; but, I am going to discuss why they are trying to manipulate you.
At 3:35 in the video Trevor begins helping Hillary defend having paid $9 million for the Pee Pee Dossier which Noah says people are calling "The Clinton Dossier". Nobody calls it the Clinton Dossier, it only just came out that she hired the company and paid for it. Be honest, do you or anyone you know call it "The Clinton Dossier"? Noah begins this part by setting a straw man, by manipulating the truth so that it becomes a lie. The next thing he asks is if there is a difference between her paying foreign nationals, Russians, for dirt on him and him getting information from Russians. Not surprisingly, her answer is that there is a big difference. Now here is what is really interesting. She goes into the history of how she ended up funding the report and does not deny having paid for it or approved the payments. At the same time, she doesn't admit having known about it. Her talking point regarding her attorneys at Perkins-Coie is identical to the letter that Perkins-Coie issued in the post above. The whole purpose of this interview was to prepare for the coming indictments I talked about above.
Clinton's attorneys made it clear, they will burn anyone to protect Hillary. They made it clear they will testify against Fusion GPS to protect Hillary. When I originally wrote the first part of this post, I did not see this coming. I didn't see Hillary coming out. She is basically saying to Fusion GPS that if they say how this all went down, she will burn them.
When the election began just as I retired I thought it was going to be great to watch the show and it was; but, in my wildest dreams I never thought it would get this far. Hillary is actually scared of what is coming. It may turn out the Clintons were doing what Manafort did that got him indicted. Mueller is going to follow the money, he made that clear.
UPDATE 2:
After watching the Hillary Clinton interview, there are questions I would ask her as an investigator. The first question is did she know about the payments to Fusion GPS for the dossier? She claimed in the interview that they didn't use the information in it. That presumes that she made a decision on the information, that it was unverifiable. Hmm, then she knew about the payments for it. The second question is if she knew the information had no value, why did she pay out $9 million for the report? The final question is the real question. Why didn't Hillary come out and say that the DNC and her campaign had paid the report and that they didn't use it because it was garbage and unverifiable? Why didn't they say that a year ago?
Here is what I want you to notice, the report was published right after the election was accepted by congress; but, it had been floating around for months. Was Fusion GPS still getting paid after the election? That is a big question, were they being paid to shop that dossier around Washington by Hillary and the DNC or others? Based on the Perkins Coie letter, Fusion can say everyone who paid them and when. Perkins Coie is not a legal firm, there is no attorney client privilege that they are held.
Here are some other questions. Did she tell President Obama that she had paid for the pee pee gate dossier? Remember, Obama and Trump were both briefed on the dossier prior to Trump being sworn in. If Hillary told Obama that she had paid for it's creation, did he tell Trump? If she did not tell Obama, what would that say about her? So many beautiful questions. The Noah interview was a dumb idea and a public relations stunt; but, it was a dangerous one and she failed it. Believe me, Mueller cannot avoid asking these questions or he will prove himself to not being subjective.
How does Perkins Coie allow Hillary to say that she didn't know about the payments for the dossier before they were made? Does she say that Perkins Coie made the payments without her approval? I don't think so and they would have to prove they followed their Professional Responsibility. The moment Hillary takes the fifth before congress, this game is over and she loses.
If Hillary is indicted the media will say Trump should pardon her. He will say he cannot because he cannot pardon anyone who colluded with foreign nationals to effect the election. The smart move would be to let her spend a week or two in jail and then pardon her to show mercy even after all she has done. This story is not going where people think it is, it is going the way I am telling you and that is really bizarre.
Trump is the mirror President, he is a mirror to all the wrong we do. He exposes the hypocrisy of the left ant the right. Trump himself only wishes to be adored, money is not enough, fame is not enough, power is not enough, he seeks your adoration and he will get it from more and more and more, you just don't see it coming.
Hillary is dirty, she is crooked, that will be proven in court. As for Trump, I am more and more convinced that there is more that is seen by the eye here. Nobody is that smart or that lucky to have his opponents fall on the swords they attack him with every time. Pimpernel is not just a genius, my IQ is over 155. I spent over half my life in the political arena and I was damn good at it. Some of my readers know this. I wrote speeches for politicians and government officials. I dealt with them behind closed doors where the real action takes place. I out maneuvered them on more than one occasion. This ain't right.
Trump outmaneuvered 16 senators, congressmen and governors to get the nomination while the media incessantly ridiculed him and said he could not win. Trump beat the women called the most qualified in history. There is more than planning going on here, there is a type of good fortune only seen in the bible. Nobody is this lucky or this smart. People are exposing themselves to their own hypocrisy and everyone sees it.
I have never seen anything like this in my life and I have studied politics and government since I was 4 frickin years old and my brother and sister know this as do others. I studied this game, I lived this game and I taught this game. I have never seen anything go down like this or even heard of it. It is much easier for me to tell you what is coming in 10 years than it is to tell you what tomorrow may bring. My talk about tech is all about in a few years, just giving people a heads up. I am so much into today that I cannot see tomorrow as well. I cant tell you if it is going to rain or not; but, I see trends and patterns real well. The stuff about Hillary, that is about seeing a pattern and legal training.
How is it that everyone that goes after Trump ends up hurting themselves in the long run?
UPDATE 3:
Seems Donna Brazile, the ex head of the DNC, is busy protecting herself and burning Hillary and Debbie Wasserman Shultz. In an article Brazile claimed that, "The agreement—signed by Amy Dacey, the former CEO of the DNC, and Robby Mook with a copy to Marc Elias—specified that in exchange for raising money and investing in the DNC, Hillary would control the party’s finances, strategy, and all the money raised. Her campaign had the right of refusal of who would be the party communications director, and it would make final decisions on all the other staff. The DNC also was required to consult with the campaign about all other staffing, budgeting, data, analytics, and mailings."
Let me tell you why this is important and explain the timing. Brazile claims that Hillary controlled the finances of the DNC. What Brazile is basically saying is that the DNC payments to Fusion GPS were approved by Hillary and not by her. While most people want to focus on the part where Brazile says the primary was rigged to benefit Hillary at Sanders expense, that was unethical but probably not illegal. By the way, Marc Elias, one of the people that got a copy of the agreement, worked for Perkins-Coie and sat next to Podesta in a congressional hearing while Podesta claimed no knowledge of the agreement between Fusion GPS and the Clinton campaign. That is called perjury. This is only going to get weirder.
Politico - Inside Hillary Clinton’s Secret Takeover of the DNC.
My Two Novels (stories) and a Relative
I received a comment from a relative on this blog's last post. Turns out that the stories I wrote are in the possession of a relative. I didn't know that, I thought I had them. I responded to the comment using the email provided (and no I am not going to post the comment as this blog is anonymous and always has been). I received no response so I must assume I did not get the email address correctly or mistyped it in my email back. I would hope that if I do not meet up with my relative that they would send my stories to my cousin in the Palm Springs area so that it can be sent back to me. Upon receipt, I will scan and print the stories for my readers. I don't know how long it will take.
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