THE SCAM OF HIGHER EDUCATION

THE HEAVY PRICE OF SOCIALISM

            The Wall Street protesters provide us with a glimpse into America’s future; thousands of un-bathed idiots living in tents and cardboard boxes. Viewing the news clips of this gang brings to mind the plot of the movie Idiocracy, where an army private, Joe Bauers, an "average American", is selected by the Pentagon to be the guinea pig for a top-secret hibernation program. Forgotten, he awakes 500 years in the future only to discover a society so incredibly dumbed-down that he's easily the most intelligent person alive. I recommend that everyone watch this flick. Five years ago the movie was funny, now it’s just plain scary. Welcome to America 2011, welcome to Wall Street!

            One of the most common complaints of the Wall Street protester is the crushing debt of their college loans. Is it possible that any of these useful idiots of the left, apparently illiterate as demonstrated by the signs they carry; have been admitted to a college? Why would they not be demonstrating outside the Universities that have raised their tuitions at a rate of 900% since 1978! The banks only issued the loan and the money went to the University. The banks did not set the astronomical price of admission necessary to satisfy the greedy elites of academia.

If these goons were demonstrating outside of the Universities, Sallie Mae, Fannie Mae, Freddie Mack, Barney Frank or Chris Dodd’s home or the halls of Congress it all might make a bit of sense. From the interviews reported, it is obvious that these people do not have a clue to what their own government and the institutions of higher education have done to the prospects of their future.

 The left perpetuates a culture of entitlement and massive government while at the same time vilifying free market enterprise, capitalism and the private sector, then wonders, where are all the jobs? A jobless, poverty stricken, and government dependent society is inevitable; just what the elites in any socialist or communistic society desire; power through autocratic control. The framed diplomas and MBA’s hanging on the wall might as well be artwork in a jobless society of socialists.

The leftist elites, haggard old hippies like Francis Fox Pivens, Bill Ayers, Susan Sarandon and Rosanne Barr cheer on the hoards of over privileged idiots, advocating beheadings, murder and destruction of property. One would expect the media to give this crowd the same adjectives as applied to the Tea Party, right? Just kidding no longer does any thinking person consider the mainstream media a legitimate source of information.

The front page of the Palm Beach Post, Sunday, October 2, 2011 runs a story by Jeff Ostrowski entitled “For jobless, is college worthless?” The report was refreshing in the sense that it did not try to put a leftwing slant on the issue at hand. Kudos to Mr. Ostrowski’s professionalism; were the editors napping? I reread the entire article because I could not find the mandatory hatchet job to the back of a Republican like Rick Scott, Bush, West or The Tea Party, which is usually necessary to get your story printed by the Democrat editors of the Palm Beach Post.

Higher education, the domain of the far left, has increased the price of admission to a private college 900% from an average of $5,000 dollars in 1977 to the current average of $44,000! Inflation over this thirty-three year period has been 350%, which puts the rise in tuition at 650% above inflation! No other industry comes near to this type of gouging. The media rants against the rise in cost of health care and the evil doctors, hospitals and insurance companies whose cost has risen a fraction in comparison. Could their acquiescence to the obvious scam of higher education be due to the fact that the political and social leftist control the universities and use them to indoctrinate the nations youth into the Idiocracy of leftist ideals?

With the median annual family income at $49,000 and the average private college tuition at $44,000 per year, do the math, how can any middleclass person attend an elite university today?

Just as with Obama care, the left would answer, “That is why the government should pay for everyone’s higher education” when the intelligent question would be “How can the cost of educating a single person be $44,000 per year even as the institutions receive additional funds through grants and donations?”

This is the scam, the theft of a future generations wealth by the leftist elites that dominate academia. Tenured professors do little work and pull down huge salaries. Assistant professors stand before auditoriums full of students paying $44,000 per seat as the tenured elite tours the world devising far left environmental scams and anti-capitalist themes. Then the Democrats in government select these people, having no experience or concept of business, employing them as advisors and cabinet members empowered to regulate the private sector; suffocating the economy under the insane policies of leftist elites.

Mr. Ostrowski, your report, albeit good, only scratched the surface of the scam being instituted by academia’s elite left. Dig deeper and expose the corruption and the theft of our youth’s future by our nations Universities.

Frank Lloyd Wright:  “A mob is humanity going the wrong way.”

MAROONED ON CROCODILE ISLAND : Fun Friday

         Say hey kids; my tales of Florida are stories about the days when I was a young man and Florida was a wild, unsettled place full of screaming parrots, crazed wild monkeys, sharks and dangerous alligators. Your dad and uncles liked to hear about how I earned extra money wrestling alligators with the Seminole Indians.  Now I’ am to old for that kind of work, but maybe I can remember an adventure to write about.

            I remember a particular day that I will never forget! The day when I tangled with a huge salt-water crocodile de bull in the Florida Keys!

Marooned on Crocodile Island

Me marooned on Crocodile Island in 1973

     Many years ago when I first moved to Florida, I bought a small boat and began a small business; hauling supplies from the Florida mainland to our neighbors in the Bahama Islands and then returning to America with Bahamian exports.  While searching for a boat to purchase, I was fortunate to meet a Miami sea captain, who for forty years had transported watermelons from Homestead, Florida to Nassau, Bahama. He decided to retire and offered his boat named the Watermelon for sale.

The Watermelon was an old 26-foot wooden boat built in Nova Scotia, Canada by a master craftsman boat builder. She had a very wide beam of 11 feet, which made the craft appear to be oval shaped. With a small cuddy cabin forward, she was a very seaworthy boat and she could haul heavy loads safely. The boat had a diesel motor and a single mast that could hold a bit of sail. The crazy old captain had painted the hull green/yellow and the deck, cabin and sail red. Then he painted black dots all over the red deck and cabin making the entire boat look like a watermelon which had been cut in half and set afloat on the ocean. She was named 'The Watermelon".

 I was able to buy the Watermelon for a very low price. The old man demanded that anyone who bought his beloved boat must swear to keep her painted like a watermelon and not change her name. The tough, local, longshoremen and seamen of Miami did not want to be caught dead piloting that funny looking boat around the pirate-infested Caribbean Sea! I not having much money and being new to this business swallowed my pride and agreed to take care of the old mans beloved vessel. I paid the weather beaten old sea captain every penny I had and he happily accepted the pittance that amounted to only a fraction of the boats true value because he knew I would take care of her. I was now the new captain of the odd little Watermelon boat.

One lovely but hot summer day, on my return voyage from Nassau and only a few miles from my port of destination, my journey was unexpectedly interrupted. After rounding Islamorada and entering the Gulf of Mexico, the Watermelon experienced a sudden bump and a jolt causing her to shudder and slow to a stop.

“How could I have run aground out here”, I wondered as I peered over the side at the emerald green water? I knew that the Gulf was at least fifty feet deep at this location?

Confused, I walked to the stern and looked down at the propeller only to be startled by a big, green, beak, shaped head with beady eyes protruding from the surface and staring at me.

“What the heck!” I said as I jumped backward, scared near to death.

I calmed when I realized that the head belonged to a harmless, giant, green sea turtle. He was as unsettled from our open water encounter as I was.

His expression seemed to be asking me, “What did you do that for?”

“Sorry turtle!’ I yelled.

I was happy to see him dive below the surface and swim away unharmed flipping me off with his tail as he dove.

I returned to the helm of my little boat that was loaded at the bow with straw hats and piles of coconut seeds that the Bahamians had carved to resemble hairy, screaming, monkey heads. Tourists from the North, especially New Jersey and New York bought these Bahamian monkey head sculptures by the dozens. The cuddy cabin was filled to the brim with cases of Kalik ale destined for Sloppy Joes Pub in Key West.

 I put my boat into drive, throttling forward, but she did not move. I checked the stern again and this time noticed that my propeller was broken!

“Thanks a lot turtle!” I yelled at the ocean. “Your shell must be as hard as a rock! Thanks a lot!”

I had a spare prop but knew I could not safely make the repair out there in the Gulf of Mexico so I sat down to look at my navigation charts. Hoisting my sail in this dead calm would be a waste of time, but a strong westerly current was pushing my craft on a course that I calculated would pass near a small-uninhabited Island called Isle de la Crocodilians El Bull, which is the Spanish name that the explorer Ponce De Leon had given that place when his expedition first discovered it in the year 1493.  The English translation is roughly The Island of Bull Crocodiles.

 Huge, vicious Bull Crocodiles once inhabited this Island and several members of De Leon’s party were taken during the night and devoured when the giant reptiles attacked them as they slept. Even armed with muskets, the Spaniards were forced to retreat and flee the Island vowing never to return. On their charts, they marked the Island with the skull and crossbones symbol, a danger warning to all seafarers.

Man eating, mutant, crocodile bull alligators on Crocodile Island.

Comforted by the knowledge that years ago trappers had killed all the crocodiles, I planned to beach my boat on Crocodile Island where I could fix my propeller. My drift and wind calculations put my ETA at about three hours hence.  Since I was now at the mercy of the ocean current, I put on an oversized straw hat and sat down in a shady spot deciding to hydrate myself to combat the effect of the blazing sun.

I hydrated for about an hour, filling the transom with empty Kalik cans, before I fell asleep. Two hours into my nap I awoke to the sound of gentle surf and could see the lush tropical Island off my port beam. I grabbed the bowline and jumped into the waist deep water pulling the Watermelon to the beach. The sun was now setting and I knew that I would not be able to finish my prop repair before dark. With the cuddy cabin full of Kalik and the rest of the boat loaded with straw hats and carved monkey heads, I found no desirable place to sleep, so I grabbed my pup tent and went ashore to make camp.

The Island had an eerie calm; the place was creepy! I decided to string empty Kalik cans onto some fishing line and hang them just above the ground around the perimeter of my campsite. Thus, I had made a crude alarm system. If someone or something approached me during the night they would trip on the string of cans sounding a warning alarm.

Late that night, inside my tent, I awoke from a deep sleep to clinking sounds! The noise became frantic; something was tangled in my trip line. I dove head first from my tent and immediately saw a huge croc. Distracted, the big bull was thrashing its tail and snapping at the line of cans tangled around its body until it saw me! The laser like focus of his fire red eyes burned a hole into my soul.

“Oh my God! Help me!” I spoke out loud; as the reptile crouching low began to cautiously approach me in a choppy, marching gait.

I scrambled to my feet realizing that the clever beast had cut off my route of escape. He was standing between the Watermelon and me; I could not make a run for it! Forced to fight, I began to use wrestling moves that can be very effective on a common alligator.

I feigned to the left tossed a sand clod directly over its head and moved quickly to my right prepared to leap onto the beasts back while his head was turned. He was to fast, lighting fast, and he almost decapitated me! His jaws snapped shut with a loud clap as I spun in midair. Still hurtling through the air, I pulled my head down and away just in time. He only got a bite of my long hair and ripped some out right at the crown of my skull. I rolled over and over churning up beach sand as he chased me across the beach the snapping jaws inches from ending the battle, his evil red eyes glowing in the dim light of the night. Lucky for me, the string of Kalik cans entangling his body snagged a piece of driftwood momentarily distracting the croc; long enough for me to regain my feet.

With his massive head turned far to the right, he began biting at the cans. That’s when I made my move. Leaping through the air I delivered a Superman punch to the croc’s jaw and landed squarely on the beasts back. Now in full mount, I applied a figure four leg hold around his belly and sank my fingers under the boney orbital ridges of both eye sockets digging deep, grasping the leather covered supra orbital ridge above his eyeballs. With my death hold applied it was now time to ride that son of a gun!

Just like an alligator, the croc began twirling in a death spiral. His enormous weight almost crushed me each time I was beneath the monster, but I clung on for dear life. I knew he would eventually tire and he did. That’s when I released my grip from the eye sockets and began rubbing his belly with both hands right at the spot where a human would have a bellybutton.

The sleeper technique worked! He began to quiver as if having a seizure or maybe more like silent, hysterical laughter before going limp, asleep. I didn’t’ stop squeezing my figure four leg hold until I was absolutely certain that he was out cold!

I pushed the reptile off of me and hurriedly collected my equipment. Then I began to run for the boat. When I reached waters edge, I glanced over my shoulder and to my surprise saw the Croc running after me. He was gaining ground fast.

 That sleeper hold should have lasted 10 minutes at least! The clever reptile had played opossum to get me off his back. He was never sleeping! No man can out swim a crocodile and the tide had come up putting a good ten yards of water between the Watermelon and me. Running at top speed, I dropped all my gear in the surf and dove head first into the warm shimmering water, swimming fast. My experience told me I would never make it to the boat but I kept swimming faster than I had ever swum before expecting at any moment to feel the crushing pain of those treacherous jaws!

To my amazement I reached the boat and scrambled aboard Watermelon. The Crocodile of bull alligator was struggling in the surf. The string of Kalik cans still tangled around the creature had acted like a sea anchor and slowed him down. Once again my habit of over hydrating had been of great benefit.

I pulled the anchor and drifted off the Island into the Gulf waters. The stubborn beast tracked me for a bit but then gave up and returned to his home. Only then, once out of danger, did I notice the bleeding and the deep gash in my left arm. As I began to lose consciousness I recall thinking to my self, “What a faker that mutant species, crocodile of bull alligator was!”

I vowed to myself, “If I survive this wound, never again will I believe a Crock of Bull!”

OBAMA'S OLIGARCHY

SOME MEN ARE CREATED MORE EQUAL

         In Obama’s Oligarchy Administration, all men are not created equal. All men are no longer treated equally before the law. Justice is not blind.

  There is no longer a level playing field in this fundamentally transformed country. Those who have the most cash and are willing to line the pockets of the Democrat Party and Obama’s campaign slush fund are granted special exemptions from the governments stifling regulations. Those that pay to play are granted huge loans of taxpayer money while their competitors are punished and attacked by the same regulators and auditors.

            Even while the crooks of Solyndra take the fifth before Congressional Investigators who are trying to find out what happened to over half a billion-tax dollars, even the leftwing pro-Democrat Daily Beast reports another Obama scandal, LightSquared.

The Beast reports that Obama regulators at the FCC intervened on behalf of a big Obama donor, hedge fund billionaire Philip Falcone, whose company LightSquared was granted one of Obama’s infamous and coveted waivers from existing law.

 To make matters worse, Four Star Air Force General, William Shelton has said that the White House pressured him to change his testimony to make it more favorable to the Obama cronies. The Daily Beast confirmed these accusations through interviews with administration officials. Reports place top, senior Obama aide Valerie Jarret at the center of the Solyndra controversy and the LightSquared scandal has also has been directly connected to White House Officials.

So now we have The Fast and Furious, Solyndra, and LightSquared scandals layered upon the waste of tax dollars by Fannie Mae, Freddie Mack (they only need an additional 100 billion!), the Failed Stimulus, Auto and Wall Street Bailouts and the escalation of the Bush wars with the addition of the Libya intervention; all of this and in the Sunday edition of the Palm Beach Post not a word of criticism can be found.  The only place reporting these new scandals seems to be Fox News and both the left and the right on the Internet. No wonder the newsprint rags are dinosaurs.

Not only do the Democrats, Obama’s butt boys, at the Palm Beach Post not report these scandals but also the brilliant Randy Schultz calls for higher taxes and the need for additional federal revenue.

 Until both Barney Frank and Chris Dodd is perp walked in handcuffs out of the Capital and the Chicago thug politicians are voted out of the White House I say not a penny of additional revenue should go to the crooked politicians in D.C.

That’s why the Palm Beach Post Sucks!

John Locke:  “Wherever Law ends Tyranny begins”

FISHING REPORT ON FUN FRIDAY

SEA ANGELS CAST OFF

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On Monday 9/19/2011 the Sea Angels conducted a trial run aboard the boat Blue Angel. I captained The Blue Angel, a 26 foot Aquasport powerboat, with my friend and first mate JB in hopes of seeing how well our service would be received and to iron out any kinks in our seamanship and fishing skills. Our guest was a young man from Texas and at the end of the day he was thrilled with his deep-sea adventure.

We cast off at 8:30am and passed through the Lake Worth Inlet on a course of 162 degrees SSE in 2 to 4 foot seas and 10-15 knot East winds, planning to troll weed lines or find working birds in the Gulf Stream. The chop prevented us from running to deep water at full speed, so I asked JB to put out one green-yellow and one pink-purple high speed trolling feathers. In 185 ft water we passed many flying fish and scattered weeds and then began getting strikes by Bonitos hooking up two at a time.

 Bonitos are very strong fighters and fun to catch and release but they are not table fare. After giving the kid a workout by catching five boneheads (bonito), we hauled out of that area and proceeded to deeper water in search of dinner; dolphin (no not flipper, the fish Mahi Mahi), Wahoo, kingfish or tuna. The odds of success while trolling the Gulf Stream are against the fisherman who does not locate flotsam, weed lines or working birds (birds diving to the surface).

Off the starboard beam, in a depth 535 feet, I spotted a large bamboo log bobbing in the sea. The ocean had calmed a bit dropping down to 2-3 foot swells. I told JB and the Kid to get ready for a knock down (strike), hoping that fish would be under that log. The trolled baits, two artificial feathers and 2 rigged ballyhoo, passed by the log with out inducing a strike. I made a slow turn and passed the log a second time, closer, but still no hits. Ton the second pass, through the crystal clear deep blue water, I could see small tripletail fish swimming under the bamboo log.

If weed lines had been prevalent on this day, I would have proceeded on to find fish elsewhere, but the bamboo log was the only thing we had seen on the empty ocean. I decided to stick with the log so I maneuvered the boat right next to it. I began chumming with cut sardines as the guys switched the trolling baits to cut bait chunks. After about 5 minutes the Kid yelled “I got one!” and in the distance a nice 8-pound dolphin began putting on an aerial display of repeated jumps. He was fishing with a light-spinning outfit that allowed the fish put on quite a show, by jumping all around the boat flashing the bright neon, rainbow colors unique to the beautiful dolphin. Then JB and I each hooked one about the same size. The idea was to let the kid catch all the fish but when multiple hookups happen we are forced to help land the fish. A dirty job but someone has to do it.

After landing the triple-header, we could see larger fish deep down in the crystal clear water. JB who has fished with a professional sport fisherman for a few years knows some slick tricks and hooked egg sinkers to the line in seconds by using a piece of broken rubber band. In short order, the kid and JB each were fighting larger dolphin. I was about to gaff JB’s when it got a second wind and dove under the boat wrapping the monofilament line on the skeg and eventually breaking the line. The kid still using the light spinner had his fish break off the 12 lb line when his rod tip touched a rod that was sticking up from the gunnels rod holder. Just then a big tripletail nailed JB’s bait from under the log. JB fought the fish to the stern where the kid did a good job gaffing the Tripletail through the lip after having trouble piercing the armor like skin. Tripletails are one of the best tasting fish in the sea. JB caught an Ocean Triggerfish which was about the same time that the kid became sea sick.  We began working our way back to the inlet some eight miles west. On the way back we caught three more Bonito, and a lesser Amberjack.

That night JB’s wife Deb made an awesome fish fry on their grill (so I’m told, remember I’m a hermit at heart) and they took the kid to the airport the next morning. The kid said it was the best day he had in a long time, so I must declare the Sea Angels maiden voyage was a great success.

SOLYNDRA; LOTS OF GREEN, NO ENERGY

SOLYNDRA LINING THE POCKETS OF OBAMA WITH GREEN!

            The Associated Press reports “The Obama administration restructured a $500 million dollar federal loan to a troubled solar energy company in such a way that private investors – including a fund-raiser for President Obama – moved in ahead of taxpayers for repayment in case of a default.”

In other words, once again this administration has screwed the taxpayers to take care of the Obamanistas and the Democrat party. The A.P. report is entitled “Administration reworked loan to solar firm to favor donors”.   

The restructuring of the loan was done after it was clear that Solyndra would go bankrupt and put the taxpayer behind Obama’s cronies, in violation of federal law, yet the Democrat tools who edit The Palm Beach Post chose to bury this scandal on page 21A of Sunday’s 9/18/2011 edition. Those involved in the loan restructure reach high into the White House and the donors have ties to Michele Obama. The scandalous misuse, by Obama, of taxpayer funds to reward his political supporters is apparently ignored or condoned by the horde of leftists at the Post just as the huge Fast and Furious cover-up has been.

One would think that the self-proclaimed fiscally conservative Palm Beach Post would print this possibly criminal scam and waste of taxpayer money above the fold on page one. This possibly illegal waste of stimulus is big news right? No, not to the Obama butt boys at the Palm Beach Post. One must flip past front-page propaganda pieces about “Health costs devouring income”, (hello Obama care?) or the class warfare piece “The Great Economic Divide” (tax the rich), or “Familiar fear for Social Security” (scare the elderly) and “Perry on the Hot Seat”(another Texas dunder head) all reported on page one. Wow, apparently the Palm Beach Post’s pro-Democrat 2012 political campaign is already underway. They crammed all the key Democrat talking points onto page one! Beyond the front page, one must then suffer through twenty more pages of mediocrity and slanted gruel disguised as news-reports, including obituaries, before finding the most important story of the day; yet another huge Obama scandal at the bottom of page 21A!

The Palm Beach Post recently opined on how the stimulus bill has been a great success even as more and more details emerge on how our national treasure has been looted by this corrupt administration and used to pay off corporate cronies, private and public service union allies and enlarges a political campaign slush fund. The post defends this debacle called stimulus spending even as the economy tanks and Obama plans to waste 10 billion more hard earned tax dollars before the stimulus program expires.

Other companies which received part of the $800 billion stimulus that have gone belly up are Evergreen Solar, Spectra Watt, Olsen’s Mills and Mountain Plaza Inc. with many more yet to come. The fiscally conservative (LOL) Palm Beach Post is surely outraged. Oh, that’s right, it’s Bush’s fault, I forgot.

In 2008, the Bush administration rejected granting Solyndra with a government loan noting that the enterprise was destined to fail. Eminent failure is not a problem to the Chicago thugocracy style Obama Administration provided that their palms are greased with some good old American green.

EddieOlsen: "The love of unearned money is the ideology and idiocy of the Left." 

9/11 TRUTHERS VINDICATED! FUN FRIDAY REPORT

9/11 TRUTHERS PROVEN CORRECT!

            A new document dump by Wiki Leaks has exposed a conspiracy by the American government to destroy the World Trade Center Towers. The documents prove that the attack of 9/11/2001 was devised and conducted by the Bush-Cheney administration in conjunction with the Military Industrial Complex. The ploy, designed to justify the invasion of Middle Eastern countries, was successful but its perpetrators have now been revealed.

Up until now the only evidence of the conspiracy has been circumstantial and reenacted in cartoons aired on shows such as the Colbert Report. Speculation on the improbability of the success and the lack of intervention have exposed the holes in the plot thus revealing that the attack as an inside job. Additional theories put forth by other comedians, Bill Maher, John Stewart and some foreign sources have buttressed these conspiracy theories.

The new Wiki Leak documents prove that the theory of the 9/11 Truth Committee alleging that the Bush-Cheney administration ordered the destruction of the World Trade Center and the attacks on Washington D.C. are now beyond reproach.

Following are the transcripts as publish in the N.Y. Times that were recorded in 2001 by secret Wiki Leak recording devices hidden in the Oval Office.

George W. Bush:            “Dick, I really want a war like Daddy had. I want my own war!” the president stops playing and in a tantrum sweeps the small, plastic, toy soldiers and tanks off the desktop with one violent thrust of his arm.

Dick Cheney:                        “Be patient Mr. President. A plan is being devised even as we speak.” Cheney begins picking up the toys and placing them back on the Presidents desk.

 “Now here, keep practicing your strategy so that you will be ready for an invasion somewhere.”

G.B.:                        “Can it be Israel, please, please! Or maybe Japan?”

D.C.:                        “No sir, they are our allies.” “Hmmm, Japan you say… you have given me an idea George, I mean Mr. President.”

G.B.:                        “Call me Georgie. My Mama calls me that.” “Boom! Boom! Ahhhh! Run for it Japs, Georgies coming! Ta Ta Ta! Kaboom!” he starts tipping over the enemy soldiers.

D.C.:                        “You are brilliant Mr. President! You need your Japan! You need your Pearl Harbor!”

G.B.:                        “Mama said my Daddy won that Pearl Harbor War.” He plays with a toy airplane.

D.C.:                        “Excellent idea sir! We will stage an attack on America and blame terrorists! I’m calling Colin to get your Pearl Harbor plan put into action. You’re a genius sir!” Cheney picks up a secure telephone and begins placing a series of calls.

G.B.:                        “What are you talking about Dick? I'm hungry.”

            The next three hours on the tape are unintelligible noises, probably the reenactment of a military battle by the President.

Voice:                        “Sir, lunch time!”

G.B.:                        Eagerly the President opens the small box with golden arches printed on the sides. “ Damn! I already have two of these toys! Take it back, I want a different one!” He throws the box at the aide.

Aide:                        “If your Mama saw that she would stuff broccoli down your throat and feed you ivory soap for dessert!”

After lunch the voices of Condi Rice, Cheney, Powell and several military officials can be identified as they plot a terrorist attack on their own country. Only bits and pieces of their dialog can be heard above the Presidents war strategery activities.

Cheney:            “Let me summarize. We want to launch four civilian aircraft at four separate targets, the Whitehouse, the Pentagon and both World Trade Towers.”

Rice:            “The Whitehouse? What about the president?”

Cheney:            “We will send him off on an out of town assignment. A task that he can handle. Maybe reading children’s stories to kindergarteners or something.”

Powell:            “My flyboys will shoot the planes down if they approach the Whitehouse, Dick. How can we stop them?”

Cheney:            “Have you ever seen the air traffic control grid near Reagan International at 8am? It looks like a snow blizzard whiteout. When our pilots turn off the airliner’s transponders they will go invisible to the FAA controllers and the military. They can do this as they fly at 500 plus miles per hour and alter course. By time anyone realizes it will be to late. We have not had a hijacking since 1979 and have never had a hijacking that didn’t simply divert or delay the flight. No one can possibly be prepared for this kind of suicide attack, Colin. I just wish we could locate one more suicidal pilot.” 

Powell:             “Ok, it might work. Dick, if we can only get three suicide pilots, why not launch a cruise missile at the Pentagon. We can make it look like a fourth plane by dressing some of your blow up, sex dolls in stewardess’s outfits and strapping them to the missile. It will be going so fast it will look like a jet plane.”

Cheney:            “Yes that might work! So we agree our three highly trained pilots will kill themselves by crashing the Trade Center Towers after our Hollywood trained stuntmen dressed up like middle easterners stage an on board hijacking of the flights. Then we will wait until the first responders show up and our demolition experts posing as firemen will detonate the hidden explosive charges killing themselves and bring the whole thing down!”

Rice:            “Why not blow Tower 7 as well? It’s close by. Three is my lucky number.”

Powell:             “Hell, why not. Three it is.”

Cheney:            “Call Tim Geithner over at Goldman Sacks, there might be a way those Wall Street boys can help us make a bit of coin on this operation.”

Rice:            “Aren’t you afraid if we involve to many people and agencies that our plot will be exposed later?”

Cheney:             Pointing at the President as he plays war games at his desk. “Who cares? We’ll all be rich and we can always blame Bush anyway!”

Rice:            “Your right. So whom will we blame for the attack? Al Qaeda and Bin Laden?”

Cheney:            “Bingo! Your one smart gal Condi. You make my pacemaker spike!”

Rice:            “Dick, you and Mohhamar only have one thing on your mind!”

Cheney:             “Condi, you wont’ want to be around me a few days after my blow up dolls are gone, baby!”  

  

I hope that this juvenile and immature 9/11 satire on Fun Friday has not offended too many people. It is an attempt to make the Truthers see how they appear to people who are not delusional. I felt compelled to write it when last Sunday, on the tenth anniversary of the murder over 3,000 people, I witnessed the renewal of the idiotic accusations by mentally challenged conspiracy theorists.   Especially those Americans who continue to try and spread mindless conspiracy theories instead of uniting as one free people in opposition to the tyranny and religious fanaticism that seeks to destroy Western culture. How even a few lunatics can take all the blessings granted them for granted and feel safe from ever losing our most basic rights is mind boggling to me.

William Hazlitt: Ignorance of the world leaves one at the mercy of it’s malice.

  

Fast And Furious? Look Over Here.

FAST AND FURIOUS? NOTHING HAPPENING THERE, LOOK OVER HERE.

            Hey people, nothing to see here, move along now, nothing to see here. Never heard of it sir. The Fast and what? No one’s furious here sir, move along now, nothing to see here.

            Right on cue, the Democrat tools at the Palm Beach Post, who call themselves reporters, have started an investigation through Wiki Leaks about possible gun violations. See The Palm Beach Post, 9/11/2011, Wiki Leaks Florida First in an Occasional Series by LaForgia and Playford. If you assumed this investigation would involve the huge and growing scandal being investigated by Congress and involving the ATF and connections reaching high into the Obama Administration you would be wrong. No Woodard and Bernstein here.

 Incredibly, the Palm Beach Post is focused like a laser on an obscure Canadian company called Century International Arms which conducts business in Delray Beach Florida. The accusation is that Century might have obtained vintage World War II era rifles from Guatemala via an Israeli broker.  A violation of an agreement through the Military Assistance Program circa 1956, which did not permit Guatemala to resell the weapons without permission is at issue. As a non-lawyer spokesperson it is obvious to me that the only possible illegality was when Guatemala sold the weapons to the Israeli broker. After Century obtained these obsolete weapons as a third party, they apparently intended to market them to gun collectors.

 The documented illegal transfer of modern automatic weapons like AK 47’s to drug lords in Mexico by our own government and under the control of the Obama Administration is not even newsworthy, at the Palm Beach Post, even as they kill American citizens! Could the lack of interest possibly be because the Democrats are in control of both the media and our government? Recently the only coverage I have noticed by the Post was a political cartoon, which trivialized the dumping of more than 2,000 automatic weapons into the hands of Mexican gangs and drug lords.

 Even as the guns continue to show up at murder and other crime scenes across the U.S. and Mexico and as more involvement of our government officials come to light; as the accused are fired, resign or inexplicitly promoted by the Obama Administration, the main stream media attempts to protect them as did Josh Horowitz in the Huffington Post. His feeble, convoluted attempt to denigrate the N.R.A. was embarrassing.

The Palm Beach Post’s laughable investigative report concerning Century International, when closely analyzed actually puts past company actions in a positive light. The report tells how in 1999 the Delray beach dealer was not interested in buying 3,000 AK 47’s and that instead the Israeli broker, Zoller, sold them to a middle man who then routed the weapons to “AUC, a right-wing paramilitary group whose heavily armed death squads have terrorized Columbia”. (Hey, that sounds like what is happening at the U.S., Mexican border.) From that deal, Century was only interested in buying 9,000 bayonets (probably to sell to collectors, who else would want them?) One must wonder had Century International purchased the AK47’s might they have been kept out of AUC’S hands?  

To make long story short, the Post starts out seemingly to vilify Century International Arms, a Canadian company founded in 1961, but their report consistently identifies the company as the most responsible party in each case! What an ambiguous mess of innuendo and an obvious attempt to smear. Like a movie with terrible screenwriters, the Palm Beach Posts report doesn’t work.  

Fast and Furious

While the Democrats at the Palm Beach Post chase windmills, let me an Independent voter and private citizen, report what I can find on the Internet.

The debacle now dubbed the Fast and Furious was originally an operation by the ATF that was supposed to be a sting type operation to track illegal weapons up the chain of gunrunners to catch the leaders. The sting was run in such an unprofessional and corrupt manner as to be not believable and not possibly a legitimate law enforcement endeavor. The extent of the corruption involved and the subsequent cover up has lead to widespread speculation about our government’s motives.

The ATF operation began late in 2009, the Obama administrations first year. The LA Times reported on 8/17/2011 that a source close to the controversy said; “that as early as January 2010, just after the operation began, weapons had turned up at crime scenes in Phoenix, Nogales, Douglas and Glendale in Arizona, and in El Paso”. Two weapons from the operation were found at the murder scene of American border agent Brian Terry. Up to 2000 high-powered weapons were illegally allowed to find their way to drug cartel and criminal elements inside America and in Mexico. Americans and many Mexicans have been slaughtered with high powered weapons provided by the American government under the Obama Administration, this much is not even disputed!

The Huffington Post reports 8/30/2011 “The operation has resulted in charges against 20 people and more my be charged.” Heritage.org reports that ATF special agent Bill Newell during the House Oversight Hearings lead by Rep. Darrell Issa of (R-Ca) claims to have reported concerns about Fast and Furious to National Security Director for North America, Kevin O’Reilly as early as September, 2010. “Newell’s admission is the first indication that White House officials were aware of the Fast and Furious program while it was ongoing” reports Heritage.     

 Across cyberspace, Operation Gunrunner has been determined in many quarters to be beyond belief and the theory has emerged that the leftist Department of Justice run by the radical Eric Holder began to intentionally use the operation to cause chaos and violence. One theory is that Fast and Furious morphed into a direct assault on the 2^nd Amendment of the Constitution by the anti-gun Obama Administration. By flooding the border areas in the Southwest with illegal guns the Administration might turn the public opinion against the right to bear arms.

At this point, these theories are obviously far out there in coo-coo land, but the recent actions taken by the government has turned heads again. Kenneth Melson the Chief of the ATF and directly responsible for this tragedy has not been fired or arrested, he has been transferred to the Justice Departments Office of Legal Policy run by Eric Holder! Three key ATF agents were not fired but transferred to administrative roles.

The Huffington Post reports “Also leaving was Dennis Burke, U.S. attorney in Arizona, whose office was deeply involved in Operation Fast and Furious”. His top assistant, Ann Scheel, will replace him. The theory of the Obama Administrations acquiescence if not direct support of Fast and Furious are fortified by the recent promotion of three ATF agents who were intimately involved in devising and then pushing forward the operation even as it spiraled out of control! If not collusive on the first hand, has this administration lost its collective mind in its response in the aftermath?

Any journalist with a functioning cell of gray matter remaining in a brain washed numb by leftist ideology and with a thread of professional ethics has got to be intrigued by this story. The obstruction and lack of co-operation by our current administration in investigating this national tragedy has become as large as the original operation. The Fast and Furious cover-up could easily make Watergate look like an insignificant special report found in the back pages of the Palm Beach Post.

Douglass Cater:             “The reporter is one who each twenty-four hours dictates a first draft of history.”

Wake up media. Make history, tell the truth!

That’s why the Palm Beach Post Sucks!