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Spinning a Web

The man trap

President Trump plans to hold a fundraiser here in LA during the Emmy Awards Week and actress Debra Messing wants to know who’s attending, so that the attendees can be blacklisted by the Hollywood branch of the Organized Left.

Actress Debra Messing and co-star Eric McCormack [both of Will & Grace] have lashed out – and received considerable backlash – for their reaction to news of the Sept. 17 fundraiser, which has a ticket price of $100,000 per couple.

“Please print a list of all attendees please. The public has a right to know,” Messing tweeted Friday.

McCormack backed her up: “Kindly report on everyone attending this event, so the rest of us can be clear about who we don’t wanna work with. Thx.”

In addition, she invites Twitter users to text her.

Of course, she’ll get messages from all manner of psychos – on both sides of the aisle. And I don’t think she’s bright enough to have factored that in. As a matter of fact, I don’t think this was her idea at all.

The friends who suggested that she spin this web will find the locations of the dummies who text her and who do so without concealing their locations and/or using a burner phone. Said dummies will be doxxed and otherwise harassed.

Because that’s how these people operate.

Of course, I won't text her. Simply, I don't have time to organize a defense posse right now -- though the thought is appealing.

Of course, Messing and McCormack won't be physically harassing anyone themselves. Cowards like these leave physical danger up to others.

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My July 2019 Post Digest for Da Tech Guy Blog

Tanks and Independence
Not Shaken
Fighting for the Serf Turf
Exercises in Finger-Pointing and Illiteracy
Red-Green Omar?
Orange Man Bad International Version
I'm Staying on the Battlefield
Literacy is Power

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Ben Carson, Baltimore, and Representation

I’d briefly forgotten that Ben Carson, the Trump Administration’s HUD Secretary, was the director of pediatric neurosurgery at Johns Hopkins Hospital. Johns Hopkins is located in Baltimore.

Carson gives the Trump-Cummings dust-up some perspective.

Amid the backdrop of the ongoing feud between President Trump and Rep. Elijah Cummings over the deplorable conditions in his Maryland district, Carson backed up the president’s criticisms of the “rat and rodent infested mess” in the city of Baltimore which has been under Democrat control for decades.

“As a pediatric neurosurgeon, I spent many hours, sometimes operating all night long, trying to give the children of Baltimore and other places around the world a second chance at life, and usually we were successful,” Carson said on “Tucker Carlson Tonight” Monday.

“But a few days later, I was in a horrible dilemma, because some of those kids had to go back into homes in East Baltimore that were infested with rats, and roaches, and ticks, and mold, and lead, and violence. And I didn’t want to send them back. Sometimes I would even consider extra tests so they could stay in the hospital an extra day or two,” the longtime Baltimore resident admitted.

He noted that he was able to work with Cummings during his time at the hospital.

Side note: in re-familiarizing myself with Secretary Carson’s background, I discovered that he was held up at gunpoint in Baltimore not long after he completed his residency, which has to have been more than four decades ago. These days, I hear that Johns Hopkins employees are advised to not go walking outside the confines of the hospital grounds.

Daytime conditions are, no doubt, this dire somewhere here in my native Los Angeles but I haven’t seen it personally. And I’ve lived in South Central most of the time.

Switching gears, I’ve said before that most members of the legislative branch of our government – especially non-white Democrat members of the House – are picked by the money brokers of the parties before they even go on the ballot.

Essential requirements: not overly smart nor overly principled. My contention is that they are selected in high school, since college is probably too late to indoctrinate. And if they got into college on their own, they've already demonstrated one disqualification for the position: too many IQ points. Smart people are difficult to control.

The task of the chosen is to “represent” and by that, I’m not talking about representing the interests of their constituents.  The aim is to be seen and, thereby, get paid as much as can be gotten away with.

And here's why it has been possible.

Black and brown Americans have long highly rated seeing someone who looks like them in the halls of power and the House members and their backers know this. This is how these members stay in office for so long.

And since much of the legislative branch is corrupt, almost all the members get rich – often by voting government monies into their districts and siphoning from that pile. Meanwhile, their districts go to Hell.

Whose fault is this? The constituents. These voters care more about seeing themselves mirrored by the faces of their representatives that they care about the deterioration of their neighborhoods. And this phenomenon isn't just in Baltimore.

At some point, they (we) stopped paying attention to what, say, Elijah Cummings was doing or not doing to render actual representation in the halls of Congress. I wonder how many in his district knew that the area received $16 billion in federal funding last year. Of those who did know, I’m sure that someone asked where the money was going and was promptly ignored or told to shut up if they knew what was good for them.

That’s why it was necessary for the President of the United States to bring it up.

In fairness, the previous president spoke harshly about Baltimore, as well – to nearly no backlash from his fellow Democrats or from Big Media.

This one, however, is willing to take a lot of heat on this topic and willing to fire back -- with more deadly ammo. We’ve seen this before.

I’m willing to bet that this gravy train and many others will be stopped in their tracks.

That's reason for the screeching. More later on the content of the screeches.

ADDENDUM: For a more detailed plunge into the corruption abyss, check out this Twitter thread by Brian Cates.

It's been [checks card] NINE ENTIRE HOURS since Trump tweeted about Baltimore.

You know its coming soon.....

— Brian Cates (@drawandstrike) July 30, 2019

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From Fear to Faith

Baldilocks Talks: Episode Two is here.

And ...

I have a problem. I’ve had it all my life.

It’s the fear that anything I want and work for will not come to pass.

Before God got ahold of me and for some time afterward, it was a self-fulfilling prophecy.

As an adult, I reached out for many things – things which normal, functioning, and gifted adults reach for all the time. Family, children, education, career.

Reaching for such things, I’ve had my hand slapped down so many times that I stopped trying.

It became a feedback loop. I was afraid to try and fail again but I was also afraid to stop trying because what would the end result of that be? For years, this fear has been a huge source of anxiety.

The anxiety is clamping down my abdomen even as I type this.

Ever since I started writing in public, I’ve had dozens of people tell me that I’m gifted, but deep down, I felt that they were all just being nice to me. Meanwhile, I’ve watched as communicators who are similar to me in ability, ideology, and content rocket past me in all areas of success, especially in the Big Two: reach and finances. And, of course, the former leads to the latter.

I started to believe that I was cursed. And guess what! I was right.

I had curse myself through unbelief; through lack of faith in God.

Before God drew me to Christ, there was an “excuse” for this way of thinking, but not anymore.

Some who read this might point the finger at me and accuse me of “playing the victim.” Well, guess what! They are right, too.

I have been a victim of listening to the Adversary’s voice. That voice had almost become my own.

Well, join me in rebuking that merger in the name of Jesus the Christ.

I restarted my Patreon show, Baldilocks Talks, in part to stretch out my hand in faith rather than cower in fear. I have been not pleased with my own performance and I can feel the pull to give up.

Well, screw that, too.

The other reason I restarted the show in that, again, I’m in financial straits.

A confession: since I moved out of homeless housing in 2015, I’ve been a recipient of Veteran’s Section 8. But I took in too many donations last year and I’m now going to get the boot.

Thank God for being set free!!!!

But I still have bills to pay: rent, utilities, insurance. The usual; also I need a new phone. This month it’s about $3000.

God will provide if I keep pushing in faith. So, that’s what I’m going to do.

I have three projects I need to finish in the next few days: two transcripts for my two already-published Patreon shows; and the Big One: I want to finish the Supernatural Series I started in December. (In a sense, that series started when I was four years old.)

And Dave and I will produce another episode of Baldilocks Talks in less than a week.

While I’m doing that, please pray for me and please ...

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Interview with a Bald Girl on Patreon

I started my Patreon account back in 2017 with a show called Baldilocks Talks. I’d planned on making videos but my innate shyness (stop laughing) and vanity made me not want to do it.

As with all things worthwhile, however, there needs to be a catalyst – a push. Fire in the belly and/or under one’s backside. God has provided many of these since that beginning and the latest follows.

I have had trouble being hired in traditional positions because I have a record: carrying a loaded firearm; a misdemeanor. Yes, that’s a no-no here in California.

It was a first offense from six years ago, and I plan on having the record expunged – I’ve been a good girl since then. That, however, costs hundreds of dollars.

There’s additional motivation that I’ll get to in a later post.

In the meantime, I’ve kept plugging at what I love -- analyzing, observing and communicating – using the tools that I have.

But, as I pointed out earlier, I wasn’t using all of my tools.

So, I reached out to good friend and long-time baldilocks blog supporter Dave Perkins about helping me restart a regular podcast and below is a link to our first production. Dave is the producer and editor.

Me and Dave during last year's Road Trip

It’s in interview format and while I'm less mouthy here than I am in written form, but that will, of course change as I get more comfortable.

Considering the way in which Big Social Media is clamping down on conservative content producers, this, however, could be the wrong time to start.

Or the right time.

I’d say that it’s the latter. Just a few days ago, I was having a chat with a Facebook friend, a fellow conservative, who feels the need to censor herself due to the danger of being sent to what we colloquially refer to as Facebook Jail: the 30-day ban.

And it’s a legitimate concern. Twice I’ve posted for Dave on his FB page during his 30-day bans.

And there are dozens of conservatives – some with tens of thousands of followers -- who have been permanently banned from Twitter and Facebook for a variety of reasons. For some, there has been no stated reason at all.

But I have to take my own advice.

[I]t’s up to each one of us low rollers to step into the breach that our high-rolling friends no longer occupy and make the fearful keep trembling. Take it to them.

There's more than one way to keep from being muzzled. (See social media links below.)

Therefore I present our first interview.

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Criticism is welcome. It's the only way to improve.

I'd like to see more of you step (back) into the breach, as well. They can't shut all of us up ...

Well, they could, but why make it easy for them?

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My June 2019 Post Digest for Da Tech Guy Blog

Aftereffects of the Obama Presidency

We spent eight years being afraid of what Obama had in store for us next. I want to see what’s in store for him.

How Bad is LA?

I can say this for certain: the entirety of LA has not become some horrid fantasy combo of trash and cooties.

The Irrelevance of Presidential Likability

Fact is, most people will accept tyranny if the tyrant blows smoke up their asses.

Open Service to the Principalities and Powers

You want the enemy’s servants to be open about their identity. This indicates arrogance — a fatal flaw.

Trump Takes Away and Gives

I, too, am angry, Nancy, but not at President Trump and not even at you and your party. After all, we expect you to favor foreigners over Americans and to screech RACISM!!! when you don’t get your way. Nature of the beast.

I’m angry at my party.

Limitless

I am again reminded of how much goodness there is out there in the highways and byways of our great country.

Let It Go

Jesus the Christ said that, immediately prior to the Last Days, nation would rise against nation. He was referring to tribal/racial conflict, but He also warned His followers to not be deceived by it.

A Slice of the CA Voter Fraud Pie

California, thy name is voter fraud, judicial nullification and shady transactions, high and low.

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Old Lady Talks About Music and God

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Came across this the other day.

It seems like every new song that gains notoriety in the Hip-Hop world is a melodic manifestation of absolute destruction.

I’m aware there are many artists in the Hip-Hop/Rap genre that DO speak life, love and revolution. My point is they are severely outnumbered by the artists spreading death and self destruction. 

Typically, the prerequisite for a ‘poppin’ song nowadays is: 

• someone (probably black) must be murdered for the slightest confrontation.
• someone (probably black) must have sex with someone else’s (probably black) significant other.
• someone (probably black) must steal someone’s (probably black) money or property.
• someone (probably black) must avoid any healthy or constructive method of gaining a livable income.
• someone (probably black) must be completely intoxicated at all times and under no circumstances is sobriety acceptable or favorable. 

Who decided this was the best kind of music black people should be making and promoting? I’ll tell you who, the system of white supremacy [sic; see footnote below]. (...)

Making positive, powerful, enlightening, revolutionary music for the black community (particularly) in America is not a profitable venture.

Well, it used to be.

At the risk of displaying my own get-off-my-lawn-ism, not only do I recall when popular black music – R&B – featured talented vocalists, musicians, composers, and lyricists, I remember when such huge stars used to acknowledge God in their work as a matter of course.

People Get Ready is a 1965 offering from the Impressions. Curtis Mayfield is the lead singer.

People get ready
There's a train a-comin'
Don't need no baggage
You just get on board
All you need is faith
To hear the diesels humming
Don't need no ticket
You just thank the Lord
People get ready
There's a train to Jordan
Picking up passengers
From coast to coast
Faith is the key
Open the doors and board them
There's room for all
The loved the lost

The song is covered regularly at my church.

And take Earth, Wind, and Fire, arguably the most popular R&B band ever. Maurice White had the audacity to name his band after God, not to mention several albums: I Am, All&All, Spirit. Looking back in review, nearly every other song on their 70s and 80s albums was a hymn.

Gratitude (1975).

We just want to give gratitude
Got plenty love we want to give to you
Through good music we’re tryna to say
That the good Lord gonna make a way

From the Grammy juggernaut that was 70s-era Stevie Wonder, Have a Talk With God (1976).

Many of us feel we walk alone without a friend
Never communicating with the One who lives within
Forgetting all about the One who never ever lets you down
And you can talk to him anytime He's always around
When you feel your life's too hard
Just go have a talk with God.

Even when a song wasn’t overtly about God, sometimes an old-school R&B vocalist – who often got his/her start singing in church -- couldn’t help but acknowledge Him.

Consider Bad Luck (1975) by Harold Melvin and the Bluenotes.

At the end of the song, their lead singer, the legendary Teddy Pendergrass, ad-libs.

The only thing I got that I can hold on
Is my God!
My God!
Jesus be with me!
Jesus!

And then there was Al Jarreau. Closer is from Album of the Year Grammy-nominee Breaking Away (1981). Giving the lyrics a closer listen, it's plain that he is not talking about his significant other.

Don't wanna climb a mountain.
Don't wanna swim a river.
I wanna feel the fire, power,
And all I can dream of.
Don't wanna climb a mountain.
Don't wanna swim a river.
I wanna move in
Closer to your love.

For a token non-R&B offering, there's James Taylor's Fire and Rain (1970).

Won't you look down upon me, Jesus
You've got to help me make a stand
You've just got to see me through another day
My body's aching and my time is at hand
I won't make it any other way

Even some rappers recognize the power inherent in the name of Jesus. Here's Jesus Walks (2009) by Kanye West. And Kanye makes the same point as the writer.

Now hear ye hear ye want to see Thee more clearly
I know He hear me when my feet get weary
Cause we're the almost nearly extinct
We rappers are role models we rap we don't think
I ain't here to argue about his facial features
Or here to convert atheists into believers
I'm just trying to say the way school need teachers
The way Kathie Lee needed Regis that's the way I need Jesus
So here go my single dog radio needs this
They said you can rap about anything except for Jesus
That means guns, sex, lies, video tape
But if I talk about God my record won't get played

Certainly there are present-day artists who devote their works to God. But there aren't so many Superstars who do this.

What you put into your being -- your mind via your eyes and ears -- has output. The purveyors of the type of "music" described at the top know this.

And I'm not the only one who believes that the devolution of black American music is intentional. But the culprit isn't white supremacism. It's a higher principality and power.

People who've had dreams and visions of Heaven say that it is full of beautiful music. Well, it seems to me that modern Hip Hop is the opposite of that -- grating noise whose purveyors rejoice in theft, murder and destruction.

Doesn't that sound like Hell to you?

Maybe I'm just getting old.

However, the producers of these offerings would go broke if no one were buying it. So what does that say about what we've become?

By the way, about your presence on my lawn ...

*To use the term white “supremacy” implies that whites really are supreme to all others. The term white (or other) supremacism is the correct one.And author of this op-ed is correct except for that line.

(Thanks to Cedric White)

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Overflow

I have three fathers: Father, Uncle John, and Dad.

It has always seemed unfair, since I know several people whose only father is the guy who contributed the sperm and, all too often, nothing else, not even his last name.

Each one of my fathers, however, has contributed something good to the person I am.

From Father, I received an unusual heritage and a DNA-level love of language and communication. Uncle John took that raw material and laid a foundation; he taught me to read, write, and compute well before my first day in Kindergarten. And Dad has instilled in me the love of the Lord along with a healthy dose of common sense.

Why did I get such abundance?

Last year, I figured it out.

We Christians are adopted children and God the Father modeled that in my life by giving me two adoptive fathers. It was something that He wanted me to see and to tell. And, since I’m a little slow – I spent too much time with my eyes on something other than God – it took me 57 years to figure it out. By the way, God began showing me representations of Himself when I was a small child.
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God’s purpose in the modeling? To show me that's He real and that He loves His previously fatherless children, but I suspect that there's more for me to see and that pointing this out in public will lead to it. I'll let you know.

Anyway, I’m grateful to God for gifts that He gave me in these three men. Uncle John went to his final destination in 2000, but Father (80) and Dad (77) are still with us and looking pretty good, too!

Father -- Philip Ochieng

Dad: Johnny D.

Uncle John -- John Simpkins, Jr.

Happy Father’s Day, good men. I love you.

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An Impeachment Spectacle is in Our Future and It Will Be Glorious!

My commentary on the Mueller statement. Originally posted as a Twitter thread.

*****

Mueller resigns as Special Counsel and said that he won't testify in Congress to anything about the Russia Probe beyond what's in the report. But Adam Schiff wants him there anyway.

NEW: Rep. Adam Schiff: "We look forward to Mueller’s testimony before Congress." https://t.co/FS7pfARTOB pic.twitter.com/DYQOinpvbd

— ABC News (@ABC) May 29, 2019

Pelosi and Schumer don't want an impeachment, period. The following is just subterfuge.

NEW: Speaker Nancy Pelosi: "Many constituents want to impeach the president, but we want to do what is right, and what gets results. What gets results."

"The case has to be very compelling to the American people." https://t.co/gbjejBorhT pic.twitter.com/sV8yKuKIhT

— ABC News (@ABC) May 29, 2019

Real reason: an impeachment will expose information to the public that will hurt the Democrat Party.

Chuck and Nancy want to end it. But their charges who are unable to think strategically -- like Schiff, Waters, etc. -- will keep pushing. They'll subpoena Mueller and who-the-heck-ever else they can. They'll keep digging and digging and digging.

They'll keep hoping to reach that Pot of Gold at the bottom: Trump removed from office in disgrace.

Pelosi and Schumer are smart enough to know that this is not what's at the bottom of the hole which dimwits like Schiff keep digging.

They know what really is there: the corpse of the Democrat Party.

I bet that President Trump has already explained it to the party's leadership.

What remains to be seen: whether Pelosi and Schumer can hold off the rabid impeachment mongers in their party and among their constituents. I predict that they won't be able to withstand the storm.

Like all other types of mobs, the impeachment mob cannot be reasoned with. They want destruction and they want it now. Try telling any mob that the destruction it plans for its adversary will be cause of its own destruction -- and the mob will scoff and keep it moving.

Therefore, I say that we sit back and let the Democrat Party destroy itself.

Let the impeachment happen so that all the declassified info can be on the table -- which is what Pelosi and Schumer definitely DO NOT WANT, not to mention Hillary Clinton and Former President Obama.

And Big Media will have no choice but to cover it. They'll be live-streaming it. Regular Dems will be having impeachment watch parties.

And so will everyone else.

We will all be able to hear the particulars of how the Organized Left tried to steal the 2016 presidential election. No one will be able to ignore it.

That's what's coming if the Democrats refuse to give up this years-long temper tantrum.

So, come on with it, Dems! Ignore the Speaker and the Minority Leader. What do those fossils know anyway? 😎

Your party has been my enemy since before I was born. It will, therefore, be deeply satisfying to watch its self-inflicted dissolution.

Let's do this!

(Thanks to Thomas Wictor and Brian Cates)

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Drain Cleared and Dripping Stopped

About my kitchen sink ... Thank you, my friends.

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Necessity is a Mother: DIY Plumbing (UPDATED)

In spite of a short stint as a USAF Aircraft Armament Systems Specialist, I've never been a grease monkey kind of girl.

But they tell me that change is good.

I can barely sleep with this going on. And I definitely can't concentrate on writing. On top of this, the drain is slow. I own a snake and have already tried to alleviate the clog it once. Of course it was gross and I wasn't aggressive enough in loosening up the clog, so I'm going to try it again, but, obviously, I need to fix this first.

Some might wonder why I'm not calling my landlord about this. From experience with these owners, I know that I'll be waiting for weeks until they get around to it. Example: the security door on the building's entry is encoded to each resident's phone number. When I got a new number last year, my landlord put my number in, but it's the wrong number. When someone enters my apartment number, he/she gets the voicemail of some law office instead of my cell.

I told them about this months ago and, again, two weeks ago when they came to collect the rent.

I can't fix that, but I can fix these drain things. So, this is my portion for today.

I view this as evidence that it's time for me to learn new skills. Pray for my success and ...

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UPDATE: Thanks for the link, Glenn! Will post updates directly.

UPDATE: Bought: O-rings,  cartridges, WD-40 and super Drano. Changed my mind and snaked the drain first. Looks like the clog is too far out.

So now I'm trying to remove this. Tried with synthetic gun oil and WD-40. Glad I clipped my nails first! /chick

UPDATE: Taking a break to write a post for Da Tech Guy Blog.

UPDATE: I just don't have the hand strength. Looking at cheap plumbers in LA. With you fine people hitting my tip jar, I think can happen!

UPDATE: Upside to taping on the faucets with a huge hex wrench: water not flowing so freely.

UPDATE: Thank-you emails are in the future of many. When the plumber gets here in the next few days, I will put up a new post.

UPDATE: All Fixed.

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The Road Away From Perdition

In February, I noted certain words which President Trump uttered during the State of the Union address.

There could be no greater contrast to the beautiful image of a mother holding her infant child than the chilling displays our Nation saw in recent days. Lawmakers in New York cheered with delight upon the passage of legislation that would allow a baby to be ripped from the mother’s womb moments before birth. These are living, feeling, beautiful babies who will never get the chance to share their love and dreams with the world. And then, we had the case of the Governor of Virginia where he basically stated he would execute a baby after birth. 

To defend the dignity of every person, I am asking the Congress to pass legislation to prohibit the late-term abortion of children who can feel pain in the mother’s womb.
Let us work together to build a culture that cherishes innocent life. And let us reaffirm a fundamental truth: all children — born and unborn — are made in the holy image of God.

Emphasis mine.

Like President Reagan before him -- "Mr. Gorbachev, tear down this wall" -- this president seems to have emboldened the forces of life and liberty through "mere" declaration. President Trump spoke defeat on the murder of children.

In the wake of the SOTU speech, several states have enacted "Heartbeat" legislation, which bans abortion if the unborn baby's heartbeat can be detected -- around six weeks after the end of a woman's last menstrual cycle. And, today, Alabama has banned abortion outright.

Crimson Tide, indeed.

As many have pointed out, the new anti-abortion laws will be challenged in the courts, which, of course, is the point. It will lead to a review of Roe v. Wade.

In response to this chain of events, pro-abortionists are apoplectic, so much so that this happened a few days ago.

The beauty of this: Ms. Milano is unintentionally advocating a principle which pro-lifers -- especially Christians -- have been promoting since forever as the alternative to promiscuity which is the primary behavior leading to abortion: abstinence. And all the self-proclaimed righteous protectors of women's bodies are falling in line right behind her.

Abstinence and fewer abortions. That this may also result in fewer leftists is just a side benefit.

It's almost as if God has made the pro-abortionists so confused that they will do what He wants anyway while believing they are striking a blow for "women's rights."

God has a history of befuddling His servants' enemies. And in this case, God's servants = unborn babies.

Are these things stepping stones on the road towards our national repentance for the shedding of innocent blood?

I think they are.

Keep watch and, most of all, fret not.

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Neapolitan

Originally posted in 2012.

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When I was a child, one of my greatest fears was being lost and separated from home and from my parents. For that reason, this real-life vignette got to me.

This past Friday, my friend and I were out running errands and we stopped by a gas station to fuel up. As my friend pulled up to the pump, he narrowly missed a rail-thin man who had walked right in front of his truck.

“Watch out, crack-head,” I said.

“No,” Todd countered. “That man is retarded. Down Syndrome, maybe.”

I gave the man a closer look and so it was. He had malformed ears and a slightly misshapen head. He was of either Korean or Chinese descent -- something which made him stand out in the area where the gas station is located.

His complexion and eyes were clear; he had an innocent smile on his face and a barely-healed gash on his right arm. He was no more than thirty years old. I watched as he headed toward the entrance to the gas station’s store, and then forgot about him for a minute.

As Todd went to pay for the gas, I sat in the truck and, like nearly everyone else in the First World, I picked up my phone to read my email and surf the Internet. But something told me to put the phone down.

I did and glanced toward the store entrance right at the moment when the store’s manager/owner -- either Middle-Eastern or Indian -- was pushing the young man out of the door. The smile was gone and the young man was resisting.

I could see Todd standing in line while watching the commotion. I steeled myself because I know that my friend has great empathy for beings weaker than himself, and that he isn’t shy about intervening to help said beings when they are being hurt. I got out of the truck.

As I headed toward the entrance, I could hear some of the other patrons saying things like, “Leave him alone,” “Stop fighting him; he doesn’t know any better,” “He’s retarded.”

Then a couple of patrons -- an older black man and a young Hispanic woman -- lead the man away from the store. They talked to him and comforted him as they kept him among the pumps and out of the way of approaching cars. He didn’t talk to them, nor did he speak during the whole encounter, but the smile was back.

Todd came back and began to pump his gas.

“Idiots in the store were saying things like ‘the hell with him; he’s not part of our community just because he’s Asian.”

“Fuck that stupid shit,” I exclaimed. “He’s a human being.” I looked at Todd.

“Please can we stay and help keep him of trouble?” I said. “I won’t be able to rest if I don’t know what happens to him.”

“Okay.”

Todd made a few phone calls and we stayed. I turned to the young woman.

“Has anyone called the police?”

“Yes, but they’re taking their time getting here,” she said.

“You want to go home, don’t you?” I asked the young man. The older man and the woman talked to him gently and tried to hold his hands to keep him from entering the store. He reacted as if they were playing with him and kept smiling at his new friends.

“I can’t stay here much longer,” said the older man, to whom the young man had taken a liking. “I have to take my sister to the doctor.”

“I’ll take care of him,” said Todd and we said our goodbyes.

So we waited and waited for the police to arrive. The young man tried to get back into the store, but Todd found gentle ways of stopping him. He and the young woman managed to corral the man right outside of the store.

“I’m having trouble keeping him out of there,” said Todd, laughing as the two played the hand-holding game. “I could do it easily but I don’t want to hurt him.”

The sweet smile remained. A minute later, one of the workers from the store -- a tall black man -- brought the young man an ice cream sandwich. Neapolitan. It stopped the struggle.

“I’m going to call the police again,” I said. I went to the truck to get my phone. Just when I connected with the emergency operator, a lone police car rolled up. I quickly told the operator what the situation was and disconnected.

One of the officers, a young woman, was going to lead the man away, but just as that was about to happen, an employee of the group home where the man lived came up to claim him and I found out why the young man liked the original older man so much: he was a dead ringer for the group home employee. Our new friend was going home.

The woman and I smiled, hugged each other, introduced ourselves, and praised God. Then Todd and I were off.

“He was just a child, a lost child,” said Todd later.

“A baby.”

“And all he wanted was some ice cream.”

I rested well that night.

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The Military Discriminates Against Transgender Persons -- and a Lot of Other People, Too

It’s always those who know nothing about the military that want to shape it toward their purposes, whatever those purposes may be. Of course, this never involves improving military deadliness readiness.

As an informed observer, the fun part is exposing the ignorance of the "reformers."

(Related side note: the Rathergate fraud was exposed because of several incredibly stupid mistakes the perpetrators made. One that receives less attention than the others is that official military letters are strictly formated in composition. The perps did not know this when they typed up the Rathergate fake letter and presented it to the public.)

Behold the irony.

Several Democratic lawmakers replaced the POW/MIA flags outside their Capitol Hill offices with transgender equality flags to protest President Trump’s new [sic] policy on transgender troops.

The National Center for Transgender Equality sent flags to all members of Congress, including Republicans, to commemorate “Trans Visibility Week,” Fox News reports.

Democratic presidential candidate Sen. Bernie Sanders, I-Vt., tweeted a photo of the door to his congressional office with the transgender equality flag standing in place of the usual black-and-white flag honoring prisoners of war and Americans missing in action.

Sanders’ tweet:

Sorry, Bern, but the military discriminates and will continue to discriminate.

 And many "forget" that it was President Obama who, in 2016, changed the military’s long-standing policy barring transgender individuals from serving in the military. President Trump simply reverted to the old policy.

Like almost all disqualifications for military service, the original transgender ban and the reinstated ban are strictly military-readiness issues.  Simply, if your condition makes your presence dangerous for you and/or others in a war zone, you cannot enlist, not even as a Chairborne Ranger.

The old bans – those involving racial segregation and open homosexuality -- did not involve deployment risks and were merely sociological. That’s why they were discarded.

During my time of service, I served alongside several gay people -- Don’t-Ask-Don’t-Tell was a thing long before President Clinton made it official policy. I didn’t care about this and most people I know didn’t either. (As a matter of fact, several of my good friends have come out after leaving the USAF.)

The point is that these people served honorably and were not a hindrance to the missions of which they were a part.

And the notion that there is no place in the military for discrimination is laughable.

While I was active duty USAF, I had three career fields: Aircraft Armament Systems Specialist, Germanic Linguist, and Slavic Linguist (Russian). And – pertinent to this topic – in the Reserves, I was an Aeromedical Services Specialist and an EMT.

I have many talents.

As Reserve medics, we performed the paraprofessional part of annual physicals for both flight crews and ground personnel and for some new recruits; that is, immunizations, EKGs, hearing tests, eye exams, etc. (I was the NCOIC of the Immunization Clinic.)

And it was our duty to be familiar with the regulations regarding entry into service and continued service.

Those regulations list the terms of discrimination and the terms are manifold.

Here are a few which bar entry into military service:

• Any immunodeficiency
• Deafness
• Blindness
• Diabetes
• Pregnancy
• Absence of one kidney
• Being too short or too tall
• Asthma
• Previous cold injury (frostbite)
• Organ transplant recipient

Disqualifications for continued service are a little different, but the point is that the military is discriminatory by its very nature.

So, all the Democrat congressional wailing about the military's transgender ban is mere floor-showing.

And, a patriotic and honest person who is transgender would understand the reality of his/her situation and that of the military. I bet there are such people out there.

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Russian Collusion Hoaxers Must Pay

Sandy Burglar.

RatherGate.

Loads of Obama stuff. For example, few remember that two sets of divorce court records belonging to his US Senate opponents were magically unsealed, causing him to win.

(Burglar was fined $50K. Bill Clinton probably hit his Paypal tip-jar. Oh wait .. that's my tip-jar.)

No one did anything about these and many other blatant crimes. No one went to jail.

Now the Russian Collusion Hoax.

President Trump must make them pay. And he will. They know it, too.

As a former USAF linguist, having held a high-level security clearance, and knowing full well what would have happened to me if I had "mishandled" classified information like the late Sandy Berger or built a server in my house for my classified email account like Hillary Clinton, I have simmered in low-level rage for over a decade as I watched them walk free after their deeds were exposed.

The only thing that makes me smile a little is imagining an unrepentant Sandy Berger explaining his little heist to the Almighty.

Bet that went over well!

Some commentators have said that President Trump and his supporters should be magnanimous in victory.

Bullshit.

If these people don't fry for trying to overthrow this president, they will just try it again, as they have been doing for decades. More than a half a century, in fact.

We have to make the consequences no longer worth risking.

Donald Trump has a history of crushing his enemies, and, as Thomas Wictor has been pointing out for a while, has it well-planned.

I want to see it, maybe in person. I want to see them finally pay for trying to turn my country into a third world shithole -- like they've done to my state.

And it will happen. I can smell it in the air.

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