The Obama legacy becomes clearer every day. His goal to diminish America's greatness and stability is still at work. This 2-bit community organizer has managed to nationalize the Alinsky policy of dividing people into groups and then pitting those groups against each other. He has made protest marches an acceptable method of debate. In the process he has decriminalized rioting, arson, looting and vandalism. The stoppage of traffic, vehicle and pedestrian, has virtually shut down commerce in affected areas.
Even worse his legacy validates terror groups like Black Lives Matter, New Black Panthers, CAIR, Muslim Brotherhood and other groups that hate America and are committed to destroying the country.
By bringing in tens of thousands of nonwhite Islamic immigrants, he has effectively begun the process of diminishing the influence of whites, conservatism, the constitution and Christianity.
In fairness it was the liberal democrat party that quietly took over our educational system, news media, and entertainment industry making Obama's destruction process possible. Now President Trump virtually stands alone on Capitol Hill against this monstrous movement that has emasculated a once great and powerful nation. It's absolutely vital that we, true Americans, stand with him and...yes...make America great again!
Tuesday, January 31, 2017
Saturday, January 14, 2017
We are being surrounded by them
As we enter into the new era of President Donald Trump we have a seemingly endless parade of problems and challenges that were never resolved nor addressed by the Obama regime. One serious challenge is protecting our borders from any/all illegal immigration. All talk is dominated by the southern border, but hardly any mention is made of the Canadian border. With super liberal Justin Trudeau at the helm we are in great danger of an invasion from the north.
First of all the skyrocketing Muslim population in cities essentially on the poorly protected border poses a major problem for the US. Is it just a coincidence that Dearborn MI has the largest Muslim population of any American city when it's just across the border from Toronto, Canada's largest Muslim city? And Trudeau has pledged to import thousands more unvetted Muslims from who knows where?
But the concern isn't just Islamic illegal immigration. Trudeau just announced that it's no longer a requirement that visitors from Mexico need visas to enter Canada. They are free to come and go as they please.
Toronto, Montreal, Quebec City and throughout eastern Canada are turning into Islamic strongholds. Even Vancouver in the west. Between us and them lies the vast Great Lakes, miles and miles of unpopulated mountainous areas where border crossings are at least minimally monitored, and is guarded by a too small border patrol presence.
It's time for Trump to have a face to face with the young utopian millennial PM Trudeau. We can't and won't focus all our money and attention on the Mexican border while Canada stabs us in the back.
First of all the skyrocketing Muslim population in cities essentially on the poorly protected border poses a major problem for the US. Is it just a coincidence that Dearborn MI has the largest Muslim population of any American city when it's just across the border from Toronto, Canada's largest Muslim city? And Trudeau has pledged to import thousands more unvetted Muslims from who knows where?
But the concern isn't just Islamic illegal immigration. Trudeau just announced that it's no longer a requirement that visitors from Mexico need visas to enter Canada. They are free to come and go as they please.
Toronto, Montreal, Quebec City and throughout eastern Canada are turning into Islamic strongholds. Even Vancouver in the west. Between us and them lies the vast Great Lakes, miles and miles of unpopulated mountainous areas where border crossings are at least minimally monitored, and is guarded by a too small border patrol presence.
It's time for Trump to have a face to face with the young utopian millennial PM Trudeau. We can't and won't focus all our money and attention on the Mexican border while Canada stabs us in the back.
Thursday, January 12, 2017
A Note to Hollywood
Dear Hollywood celebrities,
It’s time to wake up now. Get this! The only reason you exist is for my entertainment. Some of you are beautiful. Some of you can deliver a line with such conviction that you bring tears to my eyes. Some of you are so convincing that you scare the crap out of me. And others are so funny you can make me laugh uncontrollably. And others make music that makes my toe tap and my body sway.
But you all have one thing in common. You only exist and have a place in my world to entertain me. That’s it. Nothing else!
You make your living pretending to be someone else. You play dress-up like a 5-year-old. Your world is a make believe world. It is not real. It doesn't exist. You live for the camera and microphone, while the rest of us live in the real world. Your entire existence depends on my patronage. I put money in the nickelodeon, and you dance, sing or ACT. . Some of you do it so well that you award yourselves golden statues and globes. You like what you see in some who entertain even yourselves. But do you reall think some of us care?
Honestly, I don’t care where you stand on issues. Honestly, your opinion means nothing to me. Just because you had a lead role in a movie about prostitution doesn't mean you know what it’s like to be a prostitute. Because you show a breast at a halftime football show while singing off key, doesn't make you a world spokesperson. Your view matters far less to me than that of a sleeping giant living in Timbuktu. Your pitiful existence depends solely on whether or not we choose to listen to or watch you do your thing.
Believe me or not, the hard truth is that you aren't real. I turn off my TV or shut down my computer or turn off my radio, and you cease to exist. Once I am done with you, I go back to the real world until I want you to entertain me again.
I don’t care that you think BP executives deserve the death penalty. I don’t care what you think about the environment. I don’t care if you believe fracking is bad. I don’t care if you call for more gun control. I don’t care if you believe in catastrophic human-induced global warming. And I could care less that you supported Hillary for President. Get back into your bubble. I’ll let you know when I’m in the mood for something pretty or scary or funny, I'll pull your chain.
And one other thing. What was with all this “I’ll leave the country if Donald Trump wins”? Don’t you know how stupid that made you sound? What did you think our reaction was going to be? I better not vote for Trump or we’ll lose Whoopi Goldberg? Al Sharpton? Amy Schumer? Bruce Springsteen? or Barbara Striestand, Meryl Streep, And several more. Leave. I don’t care! And don’t let the door swing shut on your tail on your way out. Oh by the way, is Clinton returning any of the money you so generously donated to her election?
Make me laugh. Make me cry. Make me sing. Even scare me. But realize this, the only words of yours that matter are scripted — just like your pathetic little lives. I may agree with some of you from time to time, but in the final analysis, it doesn’t matter. In my world, you exist solely for my entertainment.
It’s time to wake up now. Get this! The only reason you exist is for my entertainment. Some of you are beautiful. Some of you can deliver a line with such conviction that you bring tears to my eyes. Some of you are so convincing that you scare the crap out of me. And others are so funny you can make me laugh uncontrollably. And others make music that makes my toe tap and my body sway.
But you all have one thing in common. You only exist and have a place in my world to entertain me. That’s it. Nothing else!
You make your living pretending to be someone else. You play dress-up like a 5-year-old. Your world is a make believe world. It is not real. It doesn't exist. You live for the camera and microphone, while the rest of us live in the real world. Your entire existence depends on my patronage. I put money in the nickelodeon, and you dance, sing or ACT. . Some of you do it so well that you award yourselves golden statues and globes. You like what you see in some who entertain even yourselves. But do you reall think some of us care?
Honestly, I don’t care where you stand on issues. Honestly, your opinion means nothing to me. Just because you had a lead role in a movie about prostitution doesn't mean you know what it’s like to be a prostitute. Because you show a breast at a halftime football show while singing off key, doesn't make you a world spokesperson. Your view matters far less to me than that of a sleeping giant living in Timbuktu. Your pitiful existence depends solely on whether or not we choose to listen to or watch you do your thing.
Believe me or not, the hard truth is that you aren't real. I turn off my TV or shut down my computer or turn off my radio, and you cease to exist. Once I am done with you, I go back to the real world until I want you to entertain me again.
I don’t care that you think BP executives deserve the death penalty. I don’t care what you think about the environment. I don’t care if you believe fracking is bad. I don’t care if you call for more gun control. I don’t care if you believe in catastrophic human-induced global warming. And I could care less that you supported Hillary for President. Get back into your bubble. I’ll let you know when I’m in the mood for something pretty or scary or funny, I'll pull your chain.
And one other thing. What was with all this “I’ll leave the country if Donald Trump wins”? Don’t you know how stupid that made you sound? What did you think our reaction was going to be? I better not vote for Trump or we’ll lose Whoopi Goldberg? Al Sharpton? Amy Schumer? Bruce Springsteen? or Barbara Striestand, Meryl Streep, And several more. Leave. I don’t care! And don’t let the door swing shut on your tail on your way out. Oh by the way, is Clinton returning any of the money you so generously donated to her election?
Make me laugh. Make me cry. Make me sing. Even scare me. But realize this, the only words of yours that matter are scripted — just like your pathetic little lives. I may agree with some of you from time to time, but in the final analysis, it doesn’t matter. In my world, you exist solely for my entertainment.