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Saturday, February 4, 2017

She was a waitress, the early days with Bill Clinton, The Truck Stop Waitress will never forget, Anne left him but he stalked her, the cops were there, the boss on the phone and Bill Clinton walks through the front door, that son of a bitch


She was a waitress, and she didn't want to be reminded by the asshole at table 19 as he got up without leaving her a tip, he does it every morning - slurping his coffee - checking out her ass, the cheap bastard.  The place would fill with truck drivers, off duty cops and cheap girls, Anne wanted to do better, she was better, she hoped, 



Anne was in her early thirties something and she was way too old to serve jerk off's and mean enough to kick his ass but it was more fun to slam his empty coffee cup in the dirty dish plastic bucket as she wiped up his coffee drips.

Even at this time of morning Anne put on her waitress smile and picked up the plastic bucket and slammed it under the counter so the bus boy smoking in the kitchen could hear the racket.

Anne was oblivious to the country music playing but for some reason she could hum every song.

She was humming along to the song she hated and realized she should have stayed a housewife with that truck driving fool she married.

He would drive all night and wanted sex every morning right after Anne made his breakfast.

Three years and two months of breakfast table sex might be better than this hell hole called Galaxy Diner Truck Stop, off route 11, the main road to nowhere and Anne was stuck on this one way road.

She remembers Billy tossing his coffee cup into the clean kitchen sink every morning and leaving all the dirty breakfast dishes on the table, stuff he didn't eat moved to one side, toast crumbs all over the table and sure the A.M. radio playing country music, telling us the weather.

Anne would be running around in her nightgown and the A.M. radio playing and Billy would walk right past her and turn on the T.V. and at that moment in time she became wallpaper unless he wanted to have sex or wanted his after breakfast beer.

Billy called Anne last night from a pay phone and told her that he would be late, delayed at a delivery, it was raining, the boss was mad at him and that he hated his stupid job, driving a truck was too much work, he was going back to construction when it rained he could stay at home and work on his old pickup truck.

What Billy didn't know on this particular morning Anne had her bags packed and the little housewife was gone when he left for work tonight.

She married a man named Billy and he was a good husband through the honeymoon and maybe the first few months.  Now Anne realized that she married a child for God's sake as she watched Billy watch T.V. with his driving boots on the coffee table, realizing she was about to cry again, she had been crying for days.
Anne was close to a nervous breakdown because she learned all about it by watching Dr. Phil on afternoon T.V.

Anne had been stealing about fifty dollars a week for months now, checking out the newspaper want ad's and the women's magazine articles were helping her cope with life and Billy.

Billy thought Anne was out of her mind most of the time as she wanted to buy a little place down the road, the one with the big oak tree but as Billy said; "he couldn't handle the weight".

Him and his friend Darryl always had money for beer and used truck parts and it wasn't like Anne wanted to buy a mansion.

But Anne knew one thing, when Billy called her late at night saying he was being delayed it meant he was getting laid at some playboy truck stop with some damn waitress.

About five or six months ago Billy called Anne explaining another delay at the port and Anne asked him for the phone number.

"You can't call me back Anne, I'm at work, I had to beg to use the damn phone"  Anne remembers hanging up and going to the living room and wondered why Billy was cheating, that was the night she started crying in the dark and she really hasn't stopped yet.   

Anne planned to leave all the cheap fake jewelry that Billy had bought for her but she decided to sell it on Ebay and keep the money.

Looking at him now, "Billy, you better hurry and get to bed, you've seen that old movie anyway".

Billy stopped at the lowest stair step and leaned against the banister and gave her that look that he wanted some truck stop sex.

She looked back at him "I'll get back to you Billy" was all that Anne said. 

Anne slept on the couch that night and kept her panties on when she heard Billy trotting down the stairs a few hours later.  The son-of-a-bitch was just dripping in his man jewelry which Anne knew must mean date night for Billy, another sex delay.

That was the last time Anne would see Billy except at the court house with him wearing his truck driver blue jeans as she wore a nice pair of polyester paints to impress the judge.

"I'm sorry baby doll, can I have some coffee?"

"Uh-huh" was all Anne could mumble.

"Thanks Hon!"  the man said to Anne.

Anne must have been in a daze and lost in thought, there she was at the Galaxy Diner Truck Stop with this gorgeous man looking straight at her and seemingly hollering for coffee.

"I'm sorry, I was kind of thinking about stuff." Anne was a little embarrassed as she started mumbling again "Sorry Doll, it's been one of those mornings."

Anne turned and poured his coffee and for some reason she never saw the gun pointing at her before it was too late.

This guy better not be a lady killer she thought when she noticed his adjustment to his pistol as Anne watched with some approval, he pointed the pistol away from her.

"Hon, can I have some cream and sugar please."

"What!"  Anne's legs were getting weaker by the second.

"Cream and Sugar Anne!"   "For my Coffee."

"Hon, how about the cash in the register, kind of real quite if you don't mind."  The gorgeous man was smiling at her not like the guy at table 19 earlier.

"What!"  "What did you say mister?"

"Anne, get me all the cash."  "I don't give a shit Anne so keep your head about you." "If you do exactly what I say Anne you'll be home in time for dinner and maybe your face in the newspaper."  The man glanced around trying to forget he just became a criminal.

"What!, O.K. I got it I'll be right back, right back O.K., no big deal, relax."  Finally ready to do what the robber wanted Anne's legs just about gave away but managed her way to the cash register and put all the folding money in both her hands.

Anne put all the cash in his Wal-Mart bag as he directed and he leaned over the counter and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"You really did good Anne." He tucked his pistol back inside his coat pocket and looked around the almost empty truck stop diner.

"Bye Anne, and don't wait up, it's going to be a long day for me."

"What!" It was about all Anne could muster for a sentence as she watched the man walk to the door and walk into the parking lot.

"See ya!"  Anne almost shouted and suddenly realized she had been robbed at gunpoint.

Anne saw the blue 1967 Corvette burn rubber as the robber pulled out on the main road out front.

It would be something she would forget in about twelve minutes when the Sheriff asked her a thousand or more questions.
"I've got nothing else, except I about shit my pants."  Anne looked shook up so the Sheriff said she needed a little break and he would be back in a minute.

The boss was on the phone with the truck stop owner and then Anne got another surprise, Billy walked through the door, wearing those same blue jeans, making her want to run away.



Billy Clinton, that son-of-a-bitch was coming to her rescue. 

Tuesday, November 10, 2015

Debunking of Barack Obama The knowing liar becomes a President ultimately destroying the United States of America

Debunking of Obama’s bestselling 1995 memoir, 

Dreams from My Father.
Maraniss’s Barack Obama: The Story punctures two sets of falsehoods: The family tales Obama passed on, unknowing; and the stories Obama made up. The 672-page book closes before Obama enters law school, and Maraniss has promised another volume, but by its conclusion I counted 38 instances in which the biographer convincingly disputes significant elements of Obama’s own story of his life and his family history.

The two strands of falsehood run together, in that they often serve the same narrative goal: To tell a familiar, simple, and ultimately optimistic story about race and identity in the 20th Century. 

The false notes in Obama’s family lore include his mother’s claimed experience of racism in Kansas, and incidents of colonial brutality toward his Kenyan grandfather and Indonesian step-grandfather. Obama’s deliberate distortions more clearly serve a single narrative: Race. Obama presents himself through the book as “blacker and more disaffected” than he really was, Maraniss writes, and the narrative “accentuates characters drawn from black acquaintances who played lesser roles his real life but could be used to advance a line of thought, while leaving out or distorting the actions of friends who happened to be white.”

That the core narrative of Dreams could have survived this long into Obama’s public life is the product in part of an inadvertent conspiracy between the president and his enemies. His memoir evokes an angry, misspent youth; a deep and lifelong obsession with race; foreign and strongly Muslim heritage; and roots in the 20th Century’s self-consciously leftist anti-colonial struggle. Obama’s conservative critics have, since the beginnings of his time on the national scene, taken the self-portrait at face value, and sought to deepen it to portray him as a leftist and a foreigner.

Reporters who have sought to chase some of the memoir’s tantalizing yarns have, however, long suspected that Obama might not be as interesting as his fictional doppelganger. “Mr. Obama’s account of his younger self and drugs…significantly differs from the recollections of others who do not recall his drug use,” the New York Times’s Serge Kovaleski reported dryly in February of 2008, speculating that Obama had “added some writerly touches in his memoir to make the challenges he overcame seem more dramatic.” (In one of the stranger entries in the annals of political spin, Obama’s spokesman defended his boss’s claim to have sampled cocaine, calling the book “candid.”)

Maraniss’s deep and entertaining biography will serve as a corrective both to Obama’s mythmaking and his enemies’. Maraniss finds that Obama’s young life was basically conventional, his personal struggles prosaic and later exaggerated. He finds that race, central to Obama’s later thought and included in the subtitle of his memoir, wasn’t a central factor in his Hawaii youth or the existential struggles of his young adulthood. And he concludes that attempts, which Obama encouraged in his memoir, to view him through the prism of race “can lead to a misinterpretation” of the sense of “outsiderness” that Maraniss puts at the core of Obama’s identity and ambition.

Maraniss opens with a warning: Among the falsehoods in Dreams is the caveat in the preface that “for the sake of compression, some of the characters that appear are composites of people I’ve known, and some events appear out of precise chronology.”

“The character creations and rearrangements of the book are not merely a matter of style, devices of compression, but are also substantive,” Maraniss responds in his own introduction. The book belongs in the category of “literature and memoir, not history and autobiography,” he writes, and “the themes of the book control character and chronology.”

Maraniss, a veteran Washington Post reporter whose biography of Bill Clinton, First in His Class, helped explain one complicated president to America, dove deep and missed deadlines for this biography. And the book’s many fact-checks are rich and, at times, comical.

In Dreams, for instance, Obama writes of a friend named “Regina,” a symbol of the authentic African-American experience that Obama hungers for (and which he would later find in Michelle Robinson). Maraniss discovers, however, that Regina was based on a student leader at Occidental College, Caroline Boss, who was white. Regina was the name of her working-class Swiss grandmother, who also seems to make a cameo in Dreams.

Maraniss also notices that Obama also entirely cut two white roommates, in Los Angeles and New York, from the narrative, and projected a racial incident onto a New York girlfriend that he later told Maraniss had happened in Chicago.

Some of Maraniss’s most surprising debunking, though, comes in the area of family lore, where he disputes a long string of stories on three continents, though perhaps no more than most of us have picked up from garrulous grandparents and great uncles. And his corrections are, at times, a bit harsh.

Obama grandfather “Stanley [Dunham]’s two defining stories were that he found his mother after her suicide and that he punched his principal and got expelled from El Dorado High. That second story seems to be in the same fictitious realm as the first,” Maraniss writes. As for Dunham’s tale of a 1935 car ride with Herbert Hoover, it’s a “preposterous…fabrication.”

As for a legacy of racism in his mother’s Kansas childhood, “Stanley was a teller of tales, and it appears that his grandson got these stories mostly from him,” Maraniss writes.

Across the ocean, the family story that Hussein Onyango, Obama’s paternal grandfather, had been whipped and tortured by the British is “unlikely”: “five people who had close connections to Hussein Onyango said they doubted the story or were certain that it did not happen,” Maraniss writes. The memory that the father of his Indonesian stepfather, Soewarno Martodihardjo, was killed by Dutch soldiers in the fight for independence is “a concocted myth in almost all respects.” In fact, Martodihardjo “fell off a chair at his home while trying to hang drapes, presumably suffering a heart attack.”

Most families exaggerate ancestors’ deeds. A more difficult category of correction comes in Maraniss’s treatment of Obama’s father and namesake. Barack Obama Sr., in this telling, quickly sheds whatever sympathy his intelligence and squandered promise should carry. He’s the son of a man, one relative told Maraniss, who is required to pay an extra dowry for one wife “because he was a bad person.”

He was also a domestic abuser.

“His father Hussein Onyango, was a man who hit women, and it turned out that Obama was no different,” Maraniss writes. “I thought he would kill me,” one ex-wife tells him; he also gave her sexually-transmitted diseases from extramarital relationships.

It’s in that context that Maraniss corrects a central element of Obama’s own biography, debunking a story that Obama’s mother may well have invented: That she and her son were abandoned in Hawaii in 1963.

“It was his mother who left Hawaii first, a year earlier than his father,” Maraniss writes, confirming a story that had first surfaced in the conservative blogosphere. He suggests that “spousal abuse” prompted her flight back to Seattle.

Obama’s own fairy-tales, meanwhile, run toward Amercan racial cliché. “Ray,” who is in the book “a symbol of young blackness,” is based on a character whose complex racial identity — half Japanese, part native American, and part black — was more like Obama’s, and who wasn’t a close friend.

“In the memoir Barry and Ray, could be heard complaining about how rich white haole girls would never date them,” Maraniss writes, referring to Hawaii’s upper class, and to a composite character whose blackness is. “In fact, neither had much trouble in that regard.”

As Obama’s Chicago mentor Jerry Kellman tells Maraniss in a different context, “Everything didn’t revolve around race.”

Those are just a few examples in biography whose insistence on accuracy will not be mistaken for pedantry. Maraniss is a master storyteller, and his interest in revising Obama’s history is in part an interest in why and how stories are told, a theme that recurs in the memoir. Obama himself, he notes, saw affectionately through his grandfather Stanley’s fabulizing,” describing the older man’s tendency to rewrite “history to conform with the image he wished for himself.” Indeed, Obama comes from a long line of storytellers, and at times fabulists, on both sides.

Dick Opar, a distant Obama relative who served as a senior Kenyan police official, and who was among the sources dismissing legends of anti-colonial heroism, put it more bluntly.

“People make up stories,” he told Maraniss.


The media firestorm that has erupted this past week over alleged inconsistencies in Dr. Ben Carson’s life story has been breathtakingly hypocritical.  Not only is there no evidence that Carson embellished any aspect of his personal biography, this kind of scrutiny was never even remotely applied to President Obama when he was a candidate.

Here is a list of just some of the many inaccuracies in Barack Obama’s personal bio that the media never bothered to investigate.

From IJ Review:

1. “Obama’s Staff Corrects WWII Story” (New York Times)
In response to a question at a Memorial Day appearance in New Mexico, Mr. Obama said an uncle helped liberate the Nazi death camp at Auschwitz during World War II. The problem? That story didn’t track with history, considering Auschwitz was liberated by Soviet forces.

2. Selma Birth Connection (Independent Journal)
“[W]hen the president spoke before an audience in Selma back in 2007, Obama credited the civil rights march as the inspiration for his conception. The only problem with that, as conservative punditMichelle Malkin points out, is that the president was already three years old when the march occurred in 1965.”
3. “Obama Overstates Kennedys’ Role in Helping His Father” (Washington Post)
Addressing civil rights activists in Selma, Ala., a year ago, Sen. Barack Obama traced his “very existence” to the generosity of the Kennedy family, which he said paid for his Kenyan father to travel to America on a student scholarship and thus meet his Kansan mother.

The Camelot connection has become part of the mythology surrounding Obama’s bid for the Democratic presidential nomination. […]

It is a touching story — but the key details are either untrue or grossly oversimplified.
4. “Tale of British brutality toward Barack Obama’s grandfather probably untrue, book claims” (The Telegraph)
It is a harrowing tale of torture in a colonial prison in Kenya that is said to explain the President’s coolness towards Britain and even his removal of Winston Churchill’s bust from the Oval Office.

David Maraniss, the author of Mr Obama’s most comprehensive biography so far, said five associates of Hussein Onyango Obama doubt he was even jailed. One told him: “People make up stories”. […]

… Maraniss claims that while “incidents of that sort certainly happened”, it “seems unlikely” that Mr Obama’s grandfather was one such victim. “Five people who had close connections to Hussein Onyango said they doubted the story or were certain it did not happen,” he wrote in Barack Obama – The Making of the Man.
5. The heroic story of Obama’s step-grandfather dying while fighting the Dutch is untrue (New York Times)
Mr. Maraniss attributes some of the differences to the kind of family lore that is often exaggerated. He notes that the story about the death of Mr. Obama’s step-grandfather — allegedly killed while fighting Dutch troops in Indonesia — was “a concocted myth in almost all respects.” Mr. Maraniss writes that he died trying to hang drapes.
6. “Obama Lied About Mother’s Health Insurance Problem” (Commentary)
During the 2008 campaign and throughout the subsequent debate over his health care legislation, President Obama used his mother’s experience as a cancer patient fighting to get coverage to pay for treatment for what her insurer said was a pre-existing condition as an emotional argument to sway skeptics. However, a new book by New York Times reporter Janny Scott has revealed this story appears to be a fabrication.

The Times reports today (in a story buried on page 14 rather than on the front page) that during the course of researching her book, A Singular Woman: The Untold Story of Barack Obama’s Mother, Scott uncovered correspondence showing “the 1995 dispute concerned a Cigna disability insurance policy and that her actual health insurer had apparently reimbursed most of her medical expenses without argument.” In response to inquiries, “a White House spokesman chose not to dispute either Ms. Scott’s account or Mr. Obama’s memory, while arguing that Mr. Obama’s broader point remained salient.”
7. Obama makes white Occidental College classmate “Regina” into African-American aka “composite girlfriend” (Washington Times)
“During an interview in the Oval Office, Obama acknowledged that, while Genevieve was his New York girlfriend, the description in his memoir was a ‘compression’ of girlfriends, including one who followed Genevieve [Cook] when he lived in Chicago,” Mr. Maraniss wrote in the new biography.

“In ‘Dreams from My Father,’ Obama chose to emphasize a racial chasm that unavoidably separated him from the woman he described as his New York girlfriend,” wrote the author, who interviewed the woman. “None of this happened with Genevieve. She remembered going to the theater only once with Barack, and it was not to see a work by a black playwright.”

Mr. Maraniss said the president acknowledged this scene did not happen with Ms. Cook.
8. President Obama’s “improbable love” narrative (Jack Cashill)

In all the talk about David Maraniss’ new book, “Barack Obama: The Story,” the chattering classes seem to have overlooked the most significant of Maraniss’ revelations, namely that the story on which Obama based his 2008 candidacy is “received myth, not the truth.”

“My parents shared not only an improbable love,” said Obama famously in his 2004 Democratic Convention keynote, “they shared an abiding faith in the possibilities of this nation.” This concept of multicultural romance shaped his persona and his campaigns. […]

As Maraniss concedes, these two young people shared very close to nothing. “In the college life of Barack Obama in 1961 and 1962,” writes Maraniss, “as recounted by his friends and acquaintances in Honolulu, there was no Ann; there was no baby.”

Although Maraniss talked to many of Obama Sr.’s friends, none of the credible ones ever so much as saw him with Obama’s mother, Ann Dunham.
9. Obama and his mother not “abandoned” by father in 1963 (Buzzfeed)
It’s in that context that Maraniss corrects a central element of Obama’s own biography, debunking a story that Obama’s mother may well have invented: That she and her son were abandoned in Hawaii in 1963.

“It was his mother who left Hawaii first, a year earlier than his father,” Maraniss writes, confirming a story that had first surfaced in the conservative blogosphere. He suggests that “spousal abuse” prompted her flight back to Seattle.

Obama’s own fairy-tales, meanwhile, run toward Amercan [sic] racial cliché.
At least 38 false accounts of President Obama’s life story were documented in just the Maraniss biography, as counted by Buzzfeed Editor-in-Chief Ben Smith.

Additional falsehoods have been detected in Obama’s biographies, many of them apparently designed to further a narrative of overcoming racial adversity and an underprivileged life.
That’s weird.  I don’t remember reading a story in Politico with the title “OBAMA LIED ABOUT FAMILY’S MILITARY SERVICE” or “OBAMA FABRICATES SELMA STORY”.

The double standard that the media engaged in here is stunning.

If Ben Carson enhanced his life story, that is wrong, and he should be held accountable for it so the argument here is not two wrongs make a right.

However, the media has a responsibility to search for the truth in all situations regardless of political affiliation and they failed miserably during the two times that Barack Obama ran for president.


On top of that, all indications point to the fact that Ben Carson was telling the truth and he remains largely unscathed after weeks of media scrutiny.

























Tuesday, July 28, 2015

TrumpQuake vs. CRACKPOTISM, The Daily Beast, never confined by adults, really really wanted to publish a story concerning Donald Trump and they wanted to use words like knives to chop him up. The poor little writers at the Daily Beast are trying their best to help the liberal progressive socialists hold on to power and at least their jobs. Barack Obama, Hillary Clinton, John Kerry

The Daily Beast, soon to be wearing gags ordered by a Federal Judge?  

The Daily Beast, never confined by adults, really really wanted to publish a story concerning Donald Trump and they wanted to use words like knives to chop him up.  

The TrumpQuake is shaking the American World -  The TrumpQuake....

The poor little writers at the Daily Beast are trying their best to help the liberal progressive socialists hold on to power and at least their jobs.  

Barack Obama, Hillary Clinton, John Kerry, Al Sharpton, Jesse Jackson, Louis Farrakhan, Jonathan Gruber, Bill Clinton,  and associates are looking to dump the Trump so the Daily Beast, overworked, underfed and wretchedly clad in progressive ink, jumped at the chance.  They wrote their story, instantly both sides under all circumstances plan on fighting back and making the Daily Beast appreciate the word slander.

Donald Trump loves a good fight and it seems that using heavy chains to contain his lawyers may not be enough.  If the Daily Beast talks trash about the Trump it will be a lot more than front teeth missing.  Frequently flogged with terrible severity the Daily Beast might have pushed the Trump machine, a bit too far.

The fanatical liberal progressives are so afraid of Donald Trump that any indictment against him is good enough, even taken out of context.  The taxpayer slaves have been nationalized by Donald Trump, and truly, their not going to take it anymore.

Trump will have the Daily Beast striped naked in a court and maybe for fun use some red pepper in the form of a cash judgement to make them cry like little girls.

The Daily Beast tormentors can write and publish anything they want but they should be a little faint at heart about now.  The whirlwind is blowing and the TrumpQuake is shaking the ground all across America. 

Legislators cannot stop Donald Trump, even they still try,

Professors like Barack Obama cannot stop Donald Trump, there is now a strong resistance against Obama, Clinton, Reid, Pelosi, Holder, Lynch and thousands of others,

Black preachers like Sharpton, Jackson and Farrakhan cannot stop Donald Trump, as they go after cash welfare programs as they try their best to perpetuate and extend the economic slave system using poor under-educated Negro's and Wetbacks, 

Governors of states cannot stop Donald Trump, as the taxpayers have been invited and provoked enough by present day government leaders, 

Gentlemen and Women in Congress cannot stop Donald Trump, because they are responsible for our civil disorder, criminal Supreme court as these grand men and woman have struck down the Constitution and will be removed,

The delicate female Hillary Rodham Clinton cannot stop Donald Trump, as her increased criminal activities, Benghazi, Email, Clinton Foundation have goaded the voters and rest assured that anger fills the land,

George Soro's cannot stop Donald Trump, as his gigantic money machine and his ten thousand horrors has harmed our great Constitution,

CNN ABC CBS NBC MSNBC The New York Times cannot stop Donald Trump, as their aristocracy of words are no match for the people, that have turned them off, tuned them out and wrap old fish with their words.   The people are going to subdue the slave holders in Washington D.C. as the majesty of free speech will win the day...without them,

Daily Best will not be able to evade testimony in Federal Court.

..

As the story goes;

A lawyer for Donald Trump threatened a reporter with what he described would amount to a “f***ing disgusting” consequence if the journalist published a story about sexual assault accusations reportedly once made by the Republican hopeful’s ex-wife.

“You write a story that has Mr. Trump’s name in it, with the word ‘rape,’ and I’m going to mess your life up…for as long as you’re on this frickin’ planet … you’re going to have judgments against you, so much money, you’ll never know how to get out from underneath it,” Michael Cohen, special counsel to Trump, told The Daily Beast reporter Tim Mak.

Cohen was referring to accusations Ivana Trump reportedly made about a 1989 incident. During a deposition, reported on in 1993 book “Lost Tycoon: The Many Lives of Donald J. Trump,” Ivana alleged that Donald became upset after a painful surgery to remove a bald spot and confronted her because she had previously used the same surgeon. Claiming “your f***ing doctor has ruined me,” Trump violently sexually assaulted Ivana, she reportedly said during the deposition. Trump has denied the accusation.

Asked about the deposition Monday, Cohen told the liberal-leaning news outlet that “it’s not the word you’re trying to make it into.” He added that Ivana “felt raped emotionally…she was not referring to it [as] a criminal matter, and not in its literal sense, though there’s many literal senses to the word.”

“You cannot rape your spouse,” Cohen continued. “There’s very clear case law.”


Trump’s lawyer then threatened Mak if he were to publish the story.


“I will make sure that you and I meet one day while we’re in the courthouse. And I will take you for every penny you still don’t have. And I will come after your Daily Beast and everybody else that you possibly know,” Cohen said. “So I’m warning you, tread very f****ing lightly, because what I’m going to do to you is going to be f***ing disgusting. You understand me?”

He added to The Daily Beast, “There is nothing reasonable about you wanting to write a story about somebody’s usage of the word ‘rape,’ when she’s talking [about] she didn’t feel emotionally satisfied.”

“Though there’s many literal senses to the word, if you distort it, and you put Mr. Trump’s name there onto it, rest assured, you will suffer the consequences. So you do whatever you want. You want to ruin your life at the age of 20? You do that, and I’ll be happy to serve it right up to you,” he continued.

“I think you should go ahead and you should write the story that you plan on writing. I think you should do it. Because I think you’re an idiot. And I think your paper’s a joke, and it’s going to be my absolute pleasure to serve you with a $500 million lawsuit, like I told [you] I did it to Univision,” Cohen added.


Monday, April 20, 2015

Clinton has ordered the cremation of all victims

On August 6, 1996, 16 officers were punished with official reprimands and other non-criminal punishment incident to the death of Commerce Secretary Ron Brown and 34 other Americans in the airplane crash near Dubrovnik, Croatia.... 7:20 Four hours and 20 minutes after the crash the first Croatian Special Forces search party arrives on the scene and finds only Ms. Kelly surviving. They call for a helicopter to evacuate her to the hospital. When it arrives, she is able to get aboard without assistance from the medics. But Kelly never completes the short hop. She dies en route. According to multiple reports given to journalist/editor Joe L. Jordan, an autopsy later reveals a neat three-inch incision over her main femoral artery. It also shows that the incision came at least three hours after all her other cuts and bruises. Further necropsies will not happen. Clinton has ordered the cremation of all victims. It is hard to perform autopsies on ashes.

Wednesday, May 21, 2014

Obama Clinton Holder CIA FBI Harvard Professor Adolf Hitler Class Question Secret Answer Novel Fiction Author The professor, just a little older than his students, wrote on the white board behind his desk. Question Would you assassinate Adolf Hitler? Would you assassinate, or someone, just like Adolf Hitler? Your answer due in six weeks. A bit of banter took place as the adult students played the popular game of knowing the answer after they looked around the room to make sure. The question served up a contemporary situation about the President of the United States killing people all over the world using drones instead of Marines.

The CIA Central Intelligence Agency has a school for spies and you'll never believe who had graduated from the spook school.  It was just like any other classroom and the CIA even hired part-time professors from Harvard, M.I.T. and Columbia to help CIA students learn the act of spying and killing, on-demand. 

The professor, just a little older than his students, wrote on the white board behind his desk.

Question

Would you assassinate Adolf Hitler?

Would you assassinate, or someone, just like Adolf Hitler?

Your answer due in six weeks.

A bit of banter took place as the adult students played the popular game of knowing the answer after they looked around the room to make sure.  The question served up a contemporary situation about the President of the United States killing people all over the world using drones instead of Marines.  

The college campus on the CIA Central Intelligence Agency main complex held only 14 responsible adults and they were all employed by the CIA.

The CIA offered many classes on many topics like unhappy homes, divorce, diseases, out of wedlock pregnancies and now the legal assumptions concerning the assassination of heads of state.

These ego-nurturing classes were great to display during your employment reviews and doing materially well could mean more cash in your pocket.  

The men and women inside the CIA classroom were more intelligent than most so the CIA provided special education that would help them control the faceless crowds of people, called citizens.

Every class explored a moral or intellectual dilemma and unfortunately these men and women were spiritually empty which is one of the reasons they were hired by the federal governments CIA.  The professor, a crowd psychologist on loan from Harvard laughed at some of the quick answers, mocked a few, ridiculed most of the students but ignored Barry Soetoro who took the firm moral stand.

"Of course, you kill Hitler."  Barry was not rebellious but he was famous as an outspoken student going way back to Occidental and Harvard Law School.

"A young adult reacts to flags, fags and promises."  Barry continued and one way or the other he commanded the room for the next few moments. "Without some government control or discipline, freedom runs wild and the Negro remains the slave."  Barry seemed to always toss in the racist view since he became the Editor of the CIA Moral Standards Newsletter. 

"If a leader is corrupt at some moral level, measured against some moral standard set by tradition and the people the responsibility of assassination lies with the people."  One thing for sure Barry could be ambiguous which always allowed him to be identifiable as a radical and a general lack of intellectual direction always allowed him to change his mind.

"All churches, should be closed."  Barry looked up and around the room but stared at the Harvard professor for a few seconds  "Every home should be government owned."  "Social Cancers should be removed by some government surgeon even if it makes them cry."  United States History was not a strong point for Barry Soetoro so his thoughts were undisciplined and not very popular at times.  He had spent last night with another young white girl, barely succeeded at sex and the motel room was too expensive so Barry was tired of nice girls and the ways of America.

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The FBI Federal Bureau of Investigation wanted more information before they could allow the CIA operative Barry Soetoro access because he was foreign-born.  

It wasn't enough that Barry had CIA clearance because the FBI held a tight dragnet over this domestic spying operation. A few weeks ago the CIA at the highest levels demanded access to the Washington D.C. operation and a few days later CIA Operative Barry Soetoro was selected and emerged from the shadows of the CIA.  The FBI needed a black operative to get close to a woman that went by the name of Michelle.
Michelle, the attractive Soviet style Russian spy owned a beauty shop in Washington D.C and the FBI was sure, particularly sure, that a ring of international Russian spies operated from her shop.
With Michelle's help a group of men would relay stolen U.S. military information to unnamed foreign born powers in Iran and Syria through secret codes and spies controlled by Russia and Mr. Putin.  It seems that the young black woman Michelle was a lot more than a beauty shop operator and her risky business was thriving but U.S. Military cryptographers had started to break some of the Russian codes being used.
The FBI has been working the investigation for about eight months and the closely guarded U.S. military secrets were mostly bogus but with Russia and the U.S. facing off over Ukraine and the Crimea region it quickly turned to a major case.
The FBI needed help and there was no better source than the CIA even though their methods of operations were not always legal.  These secret communications moving to Iran, Syria and Russia were thought to be moving to North Korea and China now so the White House wanted a big push on the well placed and funded FBI operation.
A U.S. Army Master Sergeant reported to the main desk of the CIA at 7:15 a.m. promptly as ordered and waited to escort the two CIA operatives back to the FBI district office in Washington D.C. less than four miles away.  The master sergeant knew about all the intricate mechanisms and systems getting in and out of the main CIA building as he noticed the cameras and electric eye scans checking him out for several minutes while he waited.
The master sergeant was surprised to see two black men come through the gate because the CIA was a white man's club regardless of the public picture painted for the public.  Like a work-out phonograph record the older CIA agent smile and said good morning with his cracked and aged voice and walked to the front door alone.  Barry Soetoro, the younger CIA agent walked with a varying speed that drove the master sergeant nuts but the younger agent was determined to reach the front door and no matter what enjoy the morning sunshine.
Barry Soetoro hated working for the government but he thought it would be cool to trap a Russian spy just in time to save the world.  He liked thinking about saving the world even if he had to destroy it first.
He received his code name for the operation; Barack Hussein and it felt foreign which the FBI and CIA agreed was required.  If Barry or Barack Hussein was going to get close to Michelle he needed to be black, radical and some kind of Muslim nut job with big ideas and cash in his pocket.

Barack had only seen pictures of Michelle and read her entire file which was like reading some kind of riddle book.  She was from a typical black American family, a bit radical, a law degree and a hair dresser all wrapped up in one bundle.  His job was to decode her and scrambling up her operation without her knowing it.  He also carried his off the shelf 9 millimeter pistol under his overcoat and if he got ten shots he could knock over nine bottles on a good day.  Not bad for a code expert. His typing was even better.


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The American Two Star Air Force General arrived in Washington D.C. and stepped off his special flight from Anchorage Alaska at three o'clock in the morning.  

He had a long day and night and as he was thinking about getting some dinner when he was again sandbagged by phone to report to the Pentagon at once in Washington D.C.
The Two Star General liked to call all the Presidents Men the "Chicagoans" as he thought most of them were gangsters from Chicago and all of a sudden they liked the military.  The lights were already burning late in Alaska when he got the call as the god-damn Russians kept flying too close to U.S. airspace for fun and sport.

Flying from his Alaskan Command at Elmendorf Air Field headquarters just outside of Anchorage he was known as the General that never sleeps.

He also commanded the command center that never slept because in the last six months Mr. Putin had been testing his forces by testing the U.S. Air Force around the world.  He didn't say up late at night worrying but he did work around the clock doing his job and watching the Russian bastards.

Near the top of the world, chilled winds blew across the Generals face as he boarded his command jet and flew off to Washington D.C.  When he landed close to the nation's capitol it was hovering around sixty three degrees and the jet hours were catching up with him.   He was a strategy wise man and he knew that Putin had always seen Alaska as the opportunity just like the Crimea in Ukraine.  The Russians wanted Alaska as a logical stepping stone for the invasion of America.  The Two Start Air Force General wanted to offer up Detroit, Philadelphia and New York but Putin wanted the Alaskan oil worth trillions of dollars.

The Alaskan radar stations had been picking up Russian jet bombers for months now flying around and at times over the bleak Arctic shore lines of America.  Eskimo scouts have reported that possible landing parties are already on the ground and they were Russian troops.  The General had reviewed the maps and carried it inside his breast pocket and all the little red dots marked were Russian Special Force Troops were on the ground inside of America. 

The United States was strong but also vulnerable and Russia was seemingly willing to test the waters with fast bombers and special force troops sleeping in their snow white tents inside America this very night.


America was capable but was dominated by radicals that didn't fund the military and was always bitching about the cost of freedom.  "Chicagoans"