Thursday, November 26, 2015
ABC News executive producer Ian Cameron is married to Susan Rice, National Security Adviser.
CBS President David Rhodes is the brother of Ben Rhodes, Obamas Deputy National Security Adviser for Strategic Communications.
ABC News correspondent Claire Shipman is married to former Whitehouse Press Secretary Jay Carney
ABC News and Univision reporter Matthew Jaffe is married to Katie Hogan, Obamas Deputy Press Secretary
ABC President Ben Sherwood is the brother of Obamas Special Adviser Elizabeth Sherwood
CNN President Virginia Moseley is married to former Hillary Clintons Deputy Secretary Tom Nides.
And now you know why it is no surprise the media is in Obama’s pocket? In Hillary's pocket? that there might be a little bias in the news ???
Isn’t it interesting that every place you look in Obama’s administration people fill positions because of who they know, not what they know or how competent they are ---- and you wonder why our country has so many problems.
But then again, maybe not. I want to avoid being labelled a racist...
Monday, July 20, 2015
Meet The Press, Chuck Todd made a declaration about the connection between illegal immigration and criminality that would surprise most Americans:
“We couldn’t find a single study that links violent crime and immigration.”
It instantly reminded me of another quote:
"If you tell a lie big enough and keep repeating it, people will eventually come to believe it. The lie can be maintained only for such time as the State can shield the people from the political, economic and/or military consequences of the lie. It thus becomes vitally important for the State to use all of its powers to repress dissent, for the truth is the mortal enemy of the lie, and thus by extension, the truth is the greatest enemy of the State."
The second quote was made by Joseph Goebbels...
Wednesday, May 6, 2015
It's Pretty Simple.
Decades of Democratic victim-based politics and policies is why so many American cities are in imploding.
Because they think they are better and smarter than us and they are going to prove it.
Having no trust in the average citizen, liberal politicians feel it is their duty to micromanage people's lives. From the size of your drinks to what, literally, you are allowed to say and think.
Cities such as Baltimore, Detroit, Los Angeles and New York didn't just suddenly get invaded by the poverty aliens and mysteriously decline into 3rd world status. Did I mention Detroit?
In New York, once again under the boot of the liberal menace, the Democratic city council is proposing decriminalizing "minor" offenses, like pissing in public, drinking in public, littering, riding a bike on the sidewalk, being in a park after dark and making excessive noise.
All these activities make a neighborhood unsafe and unlivable. They may seem minor, but they speak directly to the quality of life. The truth is pandering to the creeps and losers in society condemns the law-abiding in those neighborhoods to a disgustingly lower quality of life. All in the name of improving the quality of life for "people of color".
No matter what your color or religion, NOBODY wants to step over a puddle of piss while avoiding a biker on the sidewalk after you've had no sleep because the police won't come for the drunk asshole beating his wife and screaming all night long, only to be hit in the face by another douche throwing his to-go coffee cup outside his car.
This is the madness - and pain - created by liberals.
Crime goes up, good people move away, buildings become derelict, tax revenues decrease, crime increases, cities devolve. Combine that with the usual liberal economic double ball punch of regulations and taxes that run-off entrepreneurs, destroy small businesses and jobs, and you have the typical American city run into the ground by your friendly neighborhood I-feel-your-pain, hope-and-change, can I offer you a free phone Democrat.
So the next time you see a city on fire ask your yourself why. Ask yourself who was in charge of the city. The police force. The unions. The teachers. The media. I think the answer is always the same.
And you know it.
Monday, April 13, 2015
I have captured Hillary Clinton's talking points in a sample conversation with any competent journalists who ask the very toughest of questions facing Clinton on the campaign trail:
Q.“What has Hilary done?”
A. “She has done a lot.”
The reporter rephrases:
Q. “Name one thing she has done?”
A. “She has done so many things you can’t quantify them.”
The reporter tries one more time:
Q. "Please, just name just one thing, anything that Hillary has accomplished?”
A. “I think I already answered that for you, next please.”
A. " Wait a sec - I do remember something! She has a uterus...."
<a href="http://feedshark.brainbliss.com">Feed Shark</a>
Monday, March 9, 2015
To clarify for the citizenry why Gun Free Zones Work please remember that those with criminal intent showing up at a venue that is a Gun Free Zone will be stopped from committing any gun crime because GFZ signs are conspicuously posted.
If by chance the would be criminal enters the area, they notice the GFZ sign (shooting a bullet through the sign would be an indicator of this) or even if they don't see it, the first citizen he comes into contact with will be responsible for reminding them their actions would be criminal act, that he is in a GFZ, and that it is illegal to bring a weapon onto the premise. If the Criminal fails to heed the friendly reminder, the law-abiding Citizens should then simply follow the well established and tested safety protocol of Hide, Cover, Bleed and Die. (HCBD)
It takes the cooperation of all involved, both the criminals and the potential victims, for GFZs to work. Cooperation and Good Jobs are key. Please do your part to ensure Gun Free Zones continue to thwart armed criminals.
You cooperation is appreciated.
Wednesday, February 18, 2015
Marie Harf, noted genius in the Obama administration who has a job as a "spokesperson" for the State Department recently said that we "can't win the war on terrorism by killing them" and that "we need to find them jobs". Now, we already know that the Obama administration's tactics for protecting us from terrorists involves guitars around campfires, and when the shit really hits the fan they roll out James Taylor - but I digress.
She is a spokesman. That means she speaks. What she has been told to speak. By the administration.
It isn't Marie Harf that is "saying" that only good jobs can defeat ISIS - IT IS THE ADMINISTRATION. The same one that can't get jobs for Americans now says that their strategy to defeat ISIS is to give them good jobs.
In essence - what they are saying is that if Osama Bin Laden had been given the opportunity to build a fruit stand, he would have avoided being a terrorist altogether.
The first goal of the US government is to protect us the people. In order to do that they have to create tactics that ensure that current threats are eliminated, and that new threats are anticipated. They have a variety of methods at their disposal to perform such tasks - BUT - the primary driver is to meet the current threat profile and defeat it.
I've seen the videos. You've seen the videos. These cavemen are not going to be dissuaded from their activities with the promise of a job as assistant floor manager in the shoe department at Macy's. To think otherwise - AS THE ADMINISTRATION DOES - puts all of our lives in immediate danger.
That's probably a "nuance" that Marie Harf doesn't understand. Unless of course she personally wants to go over there to offer them a position as intern in the State Department....
Wednesday, January 7, 2015
Ineptocracy [in-ep-toc'-ra-cy] - a system of government where the least capable to lead are elected by the least capable of producing, and where the members of society least likely to sustain themselves or succeed, are rewarded with goods and services paid for by the confiscated wealth of a diminishing number of producers.
Thursday, June 26, 2014
Since the 'science is settled' we can now immediately halt all funding, subsidies and grants for climate scientists, anthropagenic global warming fear-mongers and climate change alarmists.
The science is settled, therefore we need not study or research the topic any longer.
But - I have a feeling we'd soon be hearing, "Wait!!! We just realized the science isn't settled after all. We were just kidding. It's not settled, really. And we must continue to receive more money so that we can study this suddenly not-so-settled science. But - it is settled".
All of us.
Monday, May 26, 2014
William H. McRaven is a Navy admiral, former commander of SEAL Team 3 and current commander of the US Special Operations Command — the man who led the mission to get Osama bin Laden. On May 17, he gave the commencement address for his alma mater, the University of Texas at Austin, which touched graduates with its earnest, simple advice about living a better life. This Memorial Day, an excerpt:
If you will humor this old sailor for just a moment, I have a few suggestions that may help you on your way to a better world.
And while these lessons were learned during my time in the military, I can assure you that it matters not whether you ever served a day in uniform.
It matters not your gender, your ethnic or religious background, your orientation, or your social status.
Our struggles in this world are similar and the lessons to overcome those struggles and to move forward — changing ourselves and the world around us — will apply equally to all.
I have been a Navy SEAL for 36 years. But it all began when I left UT for Basic SEAL training in Coronado, California.
Basic SEAL training is six months of long torturous runs in the soft sand, midnight swims in the cold water off San Diego, obstacles courses, unending calisthenics, days without sleep and always being cold, wet and miserable.
It is six months of being constantly harassed by professionally trained warriors who seek to find the weak of mind and body and eliminate them from ever becoming a Navy SEAL.
But, the training also seeks to find those students who can lead in an environment of constant stress, chaos, failure and hardships.
To me basic SEAL training was a lifetime of challenges crammed into six months.
So, here are the 10 lessons I learned from basic SEAL training that hopefully will be of value to you as you move forward in life:
Every morning in basic SEAL training, my instructors, who at the time were all Vietnam veterans, would show up in my barracks room, and the first thing they would inspect was your bed.
If you did it right, the corners would be square, the covers pulled tight, the pillow centered just under the headboard and the extra blanket folded neatly at the foot of the rack — rack, that’s Navy talk for bed.
It was a simple task — mundane at best. But every morning we were required to make our bed to perfection. It seemed a little ridiculous at the time, particularly in light of the fact that were aspiring to be real warriors, tough battle-hardened SEALs — but the wisdom of this simple act has been proven to me many times over.
If you make your bed every morning you will have accomplished the first task of the day. It will give you a small sense of pride, and it will encourage you to do another task and another and another.
By the end of the day, that one task completed will have turned into many tasks completed. Making your bed will also reinforce the fact that little things in life matter.
If you can’t do the little things right, you will never do the big things right.
And, if by chance you have a miserable day, you will come home to a bed that is made — that you made — and a made bed gives you encouragement that tomorrow will be better.
If you want to change the world, start off by making your bed.
During SEAL training the students are broken down into boat crews. Each crew is seven students — three on each side of a small rubber boat and one coxswain to help guide the dingy.
Every day your boat crew forms up on the beach and is instructed to get through the surf zone and paddle several miles down the coast.
In the winter, the surf off San Diego can get to be 8 to 10 feet high and it is exceedingly difficult to paddle through the plunging surf unless everyone digs in.
Every paddle must be synchronized to the stroke count of the coxswain. Everyone must exert equal effort or the boat will turn against the wave and be unceremoniously tossed back on the beach.
For the boat to make it to its destination, everyone must paddle.
You can’t change the world alone — you will need some help — and to truly get from your starting point to your destination takes friends, colleagues, the good will of strangers and a strong coxswain to guide them.
If you want to change the world, find someone to help you paddle.
Over a few weeks of difficult training my SEAL class, which started with 150 men, was down to just 42. There were now six boat crews of seven men each.
I was in the boat with the tall guys, but the best boat crew we had was made up of the the little guys — the munchkin crew we called them — no one was over about 5-foot-5.
The munchkin boat crew had one American Indian, one African-American, one Polish-American, one Greek-American, one Italian-American, and two tough kids from the Midwest. They outpaddled, outran and outswam all the other boat crews.
The big men in the other boat crews would always make good-natured fun of the tiny little flippers the munchkins put on their tiny little feet prior to every swim.
But somehow these little guys, from every corner of the nation and the world, always had the last laugh — swimming faster than everyone and reaching the shore long before the rest of us.
SEAL training was a great equalizer. Nothing mattered but your will to succeed. Not your color, not your ethnic background, not your education and not your social status.
If you want to change the world, measure a person by the size of their heart, not the size of their flippers.
Several times a week, the instructors would line up the class and do a uniform inspection. It was exceptionally thorough.
Your hat had to be perfectly starched, your uniform immaculately pressed and your belt buckle shiny and void of any smudges.
But it seemed that no matter how much effort you put into starching your hat, or pressing your uniform or polishing your belt buckle — it just wasn’t good enough.
The instructors would find “something” wrong.
For failing the uniform inspection, the student had to run, fully clothed into the surf zone and then, wet from head to toe, roll around on the beach until every part of your body was covered with sand.
The effect was known as a “sugar cookie.” You stayed in that uniform the rest of the day — cold, wet and sandy.
There were many a student who just couldn’t accept the fact that all their effort was in vain. That no matter how hard they tried to get the uniform right — it was unappreciated.
Those students didn’t make it through training.
Those students didn’t understand the purpose of the drill. You were never going to succeed. You were never going to have a perfect uniform.
Sometimes no matter how well you prepare or how well you perform, you still end up as a sugar cookie.
It’s just the way life is sometimes.
If you want to change the world, get over being a sugar cookie and keep moving forward.
Every day during training you were challenged with multiple physical events—long runs, long swims, obstacle courses, hours of calisthenics—something designed to test your mettle.
Every event had standards — times you had to meet. If you failed to meet those standards your name was posted on a list and at the end of the day those on the list were invited to — a “circus.”
A circus was two hours of additional calisthenics — designed to wear you down, to break your spirit, to force you to quit.
No one wanted a circus.
A circus meant that for that day you didn’t measure up. A circus meant more fatigue—and more fatigue meant that the following day would be more difficult—and more circuses were likely.
But at some time during SEAL training, everyone — everyone — made the circus list.
But an interesting thing happened to those who were constantly on the list. Overtime those students — who did two hours of extra calisthenics — got stronger and stronger.
The pain of the circuses built inner strength-built physical resiliency.
Life is filled with circuses.
You will fail. You will likely fail often. It will be painful. It will be discouraging. At times it will test you to your very core.
But if you want to change the world, don’t be afraid of the circuses.
At least twice a week, the trainees were required to run the obstacle course. The obstacle course contained 25 obstacles including a 10-foot-high wall, a 30-foot cargo net and a barbed-wire crawl to name a few.
But the most challenging obstacle was the slide for life. It had a three-level, 30-foot tower at one end and a one-level tower at the other. In between was a 200-foot-long rope.
You had to climb the three-tiered tower and once at the top, you grabbed the rope, swung underneath the rope and pulled yourself hand over hand until you got to the other end.
The record for the obstacle course had stood for years when my class began training in 1977.
The record seemed unbeatable until one day a student decided to go down the slide for life — head-first.
Instead of swinging his body underneath the rope and inching his way down, he bravely mounted the TOP of the rope and thrust himself forward.
It was a dangerous move — seemingly foolish and fraught with risk. Failure could mean injury and being dropped from the training.
Without hesitation — the student slid down the rope — perilously fast, instead of several minutes, it only took him half that time and by the end of the course he had broken the record.
If you want to change the world, sometimes you have to slide down the obstacle head-first.
During the land-warfare phase of training, the students are flown out to San Clemente Island, which lies off the coast of San Diego.
The waters off San Clemente are a breeding ground for the great white sharks.
To pass SEAL training there are a series of long swims that must be completed. One is the night swim.
Before the swim, the instructors joyfully brief the trainees on all the species of sharks that inhabit the waters off San Clemente.
They assure you, however, that no student has ever been eaten by a shark — at least not recently.
But, you are also taught that if a shark begins to circle your position — stand your ground. Do not swim away. Do not act afraid.
And if the shark, hungry for a midnight snack, darts towards you — then summons up all your strength and punch him in the snout and he will turn and swim away.
There are a lot of sharks in the world. If you hope to complete the swim, you will have to deal with them.
So, if you want to change the world, don’t back down from the sharks.
As Navy SEALs, one of our jobs is to conduct underwater attacks against enemy shipping. We practiced this technique extensively during basic training.
The ship-attack mission is where a pair of SEAL divers is dropped off outside an enemy harbor and then swims well over two miles — underwater — using nothing but a depth gauge and a compass to get to their target.
During the entire swim, even well below the surface there is some light that comes through. It is comforting to know that there is open water above you.
But as you approach the ship, which is tied to a pier, the light begins to fade. The steel structure of the ship blocks the moonlight — it blocks the surrounding street lamps — it blocks all ambient light.
To be successful in your mission, you have to swim under the ship and find the keel — the centerline and the deepest part of the ship.
This is your objective. But the keel is also the darkest part of the ship — where you cannot see your hand in front of your face, where the noise from the ship’s machinery is deafening and where it is easy to get disoriented and fail.
Every SEAL knows that under the keel, at the darkest moment of the mission — is the time when you must be calm, composed — when all your tactical skills, your physical power and all your inner strength must be brought to bear.
If you want to change the world, you must be your very best in the darkest moment.
The ninth week of training is referred to as “Hell Week.” It is six days of no sleep, constant physical and mental harassment and — one special day at the Mud Flats. The Mud Flats are an area between San Diego and Tijuana where the water runs off and creates the Tijuana slue’s — a swampy patch of terrain where the mud will engulf you.
It is on Wednesday of Hell Week that you paddle down to the mud flats and spend the next 15 hours trying to survive the freezing-cold mud, the howling wind and the incessant pressure to quit from the instructors.
As the sun began to set that Wednesday evening, my training class, having committed some “egregious infraction of the rules” was ordered into the mud.
The mud consumed each man till there was nothing visible but our heads. The instructors told us we could leave the mud if only five men would quit — just five men and we could get out of the oppressive cold.
Looking around the mud flat, it was apparent that some students were about to give up. It was still over eight hours till the sun came up — eight more hours of bone-chilling cold.
The chattering teeth and shivering moans of the trainees were so loud it was hard to hear anything and then, one voice began to echo through the night — one voice raised in song.
The song was terribly out of tune, but sung with great enthusiasm.
One voice became two, and two became three, and before long everyone in the class was singing.
We knew that if one man could rise above the misery then others could as well.
The instructors threatened us with more time in the mud if we kept up the singing — but the singing persisted.
And somehow — the mud seemed a little warmer, the wind a little tamer and the dawn not so far away.
If I have learned anything in my time traveling the world, it is the power of hope. The power of one person — Washington, Lincoln, King, Mandela and even a young girl from Pakistan, Malala — one person can change the world by giving people hope.
So, if you want to change the world, start singing when you’re up to your neck in mud.
Finally, in SEAL training there is a bell. A brass bell that hangs in the center of the compound for all the students to see. All you have to do to quit — is ring the bell. Ring the bell and you no longer have to wake up at 5 o’clock. Ring the bell and you no longer have to do the freezing-cold swims.
Ring the bell and you no longer have to do the runs, the obstacle course, the PT — and you no longer have to endure the hardships of training.
Just ring the bell.
If you want to change the world don’t ever, ever ring the bell.