Confessions of a New York City
Newspaperman
The twisted minds of the Progressive
Democrats are best described as thieves.
I sat in my office and worried about my assignment because I knew that
the boss wanted what he wanted.
The editorial offices sent back my
original story about Progressive Hard Left Democrats that are direct kin to
Communists and told me to write it again.
My original story about President
Barack Obama, Harry Reid, Nancy Pelosi, Eric Holder and Uncle Joe Biden created
something of a stir at the editorial desk.
My story warned people about the
danger of lost liberty and the theft of freedom because of the hundreds of
shadow government programs operating inside the U.S. economy.
I was proud to point out and
describe specific ways that an honest person could avoid the theft of their
wealth and property but the twisted minds inside the newspapers said, hell no.
Well, after a few hours of careful
considerations and some deletions I sent my copy back to editorial and they
kicked it back by the hand of my boss, the editor.
He told me it was a good story but
the possible harm it could do to the White House and the President outweighs
all the truth typed inside my second draft.
He told me to stop writing crime stories and write him a shiny new story
about President Obama getting his seven million ObamaCare buyers.
So, I got caught writing the truth
about ObamaCare and my second draft was hand carried back to my desk and tossed
on top of my New York magazine. So I
will just give you some advice from a New York Newspaperman that got caught.
I turned down a fast chance to make
$50,000 to sell my story research and historical documents and have it
published on the internet, you know, places like Yahoo.
Another guy told me he would write
the story if he could use my research and documents and promised me a brand new
shiny Cadillac when my story hit the magazines.
All the offers were tough to turn
down because I can tell you everybody inside the Obama White House does not
believe in the destruction of wealth and liberty. As opportunities go I could have made some
quick cash just to shut up. One of the
think tanks wanted to buy my silence and research. To be honest that kind of clicked on the
porch light in my brain and made me wonder how close my story hit home.
One night, almost a year ago, I was
parking my older car in my driveway when I noticed a brown box, maybe a soft
yellowish box, sitting on the chair on my front porch. I hadn't bought anything from Amazon lately
so I picked it up and unlocked my front door and tossed it the chair.
After I had tossed my coat down and
placed my car keys and briefcase on my office desk in the next room I came back
to the box and noticed the sender was from Alexandria, Virginia.
There was no name of sender on the
box so I peeled away the clear box tape and once I had it open it contained
several things of interest. A very
expensive camera, a blue ladies purse and a envelope about eight inches thick that weighed a few pounds.
Not satisfied with the closed
envelope I opened it up and callously read a couple of lines of the first few
dozen papers and tossed them on the chair in my office.
Whoever sent the government
documents had them all sorted in the order they were drafted, sent or received
just like clockwork.
At last I just sat down and kept skimming
the documents and they gave me a special feeling of looking in a rear view
mirror and the view sure wasn't you seen on ABC, CBS, NBC, MSNBC or even FOX
news. Someone had taken the time to
steal away very important communications directly out of the White House senior
staff and had written notes on the bottom of every document.
I wondered if the guy got
caught? For some reason, I'm not sure to
this day why but, I peeked outside and looked for some strange car or a bunch
of guys in long trench coats. It sounds
silly now but I also returned to the front door and made sure the dead bolt
lock was in place and secure.
A stranger was giving me a close
look inside the Obama White House and in my crime story days, this was a scoop.
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