I've been waiting
impatiently for physicians
to come forward in large
numbers to question the origin of a respiratory virus currently engulfing
children across the United States. More
accurately, I've waited for a few brave embracers of the Hippocratic oath to
publicly shout from hospital rooftops their suspicion that this enterovirus
(D-68) hails from somewhere way south of the border. It only makes sense to consider this when a
country is rife with the knowledge that its borders have been open to the whim
of a president who seems more like a welcome-wagon representative than a
constitutional defender of national borders. Unfortunately, a good many
physicians and others probably remain silent because hospital administrations
under whom they serve persistently cower in fear of staff members exercising
First Amendment rights while the Obama bunch hover over the medical
establishment like dragonflies.
But now the Breitbart
news service reports that Dr. Jane Orient, Executive Director of the
Association of American Physicians and Surgeons, expressed her fears last week
that illegal immigrants from Central America may be the likely source, during
an interview with radio's Laura Ingraham.
May far more
than one voice light the darkness of news distortions and White House lies as
the president prepares, in all likelihood, to cheapen America's citizenry with
the ill-advised amnesty which only the devious can offer via Executive
Order. Meanwhile, tuberculosis, head
lice and a wealth of contiguous medical problems continue to cross the border,
infecting human carriers who just can't wait to sit next to your kids in a
classroom ordered to serve one and all equally by White House leftists.
Bring 'em here
while we bomb 'em there: Mr. Obama
really should have had a session with Congress about his highly belated actions
in the Middle East this week (his Middle East non-policies and errors pretty
much assured that we would end up in this spot), though as luck would have it
almost everybody but ISIS will probably agree that sending ISIS members
to hell with bombs directed in all the right places is a hot and creative idea
-- and sexy for all those dead homicidal Islamists, too, because each will
finally get to have his (no, not her) way with 72 virgins. Whew!
That sure is a lot of virgins, I hope there are enough. Not that it matters, though, because as I've
said before, I suspect all those virgins are elderly male virgins. Or maybe even old male goat virgins. Have fun, boys.
Yet, the bombing
seems a tad redundant, since the prez
and co. seem perfectly pleased to let anything come over the U.S. borders that
can ambulate. For months now. Are
"they" here among us? Likely
they and it.
What makes
little sense to anybody with sense, however, is Obama's apparent desire to
remove Assad from Syria, especially when "we" may have made him out
to be a worse bogeyman than he is -- a monster, yes, but at least a monster
whose rule protects Christians and whose army keeps ISIS and its wanna-be's
safely at bay. Considering this
Administration's failures following its helpful obliteration of several Middle
East dictators, it should be keenly obvious to even the curious observer that
Assad's anticipated goodbye will result in turmoil, utter chaos. Again.
None would likely replace this dictator except a worse dictator (hello,
Al Qaeda & associates) -- but since this is exactly the pattern the Obama
bunch has foolishly engineered in Libya, Iraq and Egypt, thus exemplifying the
oft-touted warning that insanity means doing the same thing over and over again
but expecting a different result, the prez is almost certain to facilitate
Islam's worst to gain a new foothold.
And not to be overlooked, we hope the Saudis and others (surprisingly)
involved in stamping out ISIS are footing most or all of the bill for U.S.
assistance. Yeah, right.
Deja vu with the
Roosevelts: I struggled through the entire week of Ken
Burns' "The Roosevelts" documentary, realizing early on that
rumblings of The Great Depression have resurfaced and one can almost hear the
song, Happy Days are Here Again playing in the background. FDR battled the effects of polio, but perhaps
our sympathies were mostly with wife Eleanor, unloved and betrayed, yet strong
enough to pursue a quality life via other arrangements such as charitable
activities. I was with her right up until
her re-embrace of Satan's playground known as the United Nations. Eleanor, how could you! Oops, oh, almost forgot, left, left left. . .
Just another
fence to be hopped: First of all, I wondered what the big deal
was, because this is a president who cares nothing about the quality or background
of those hopping the southern borders.
What's one more fence-jump to the most open Administration in
history? Besides, the intruder is a
decorated military veteran with an important message for the president. We are told that he had to meet with Mr.
Obama personally to warn him because the atmosphere is collapsing. Hmm, he should instead have opted to tell the
prez that the sky is falling, because then everybody would know he's
talking about the economy. Where was the
Secret Service? Probably still busy
deleting sections in the operations manual referencing Islamic terrorists to
avoid irritating White House Muslim Brotherhood higher-ups.
Did Muhammad
Exist? That's the title of a new book by Robert
Spencer, whose research and experience lead him to ask that very question. Could the entire concept of Muhammad the man
be based upon bits and pieces from widely-spaced historical accounts --
resulting in Muhammad the invention? The
little man who wasn't there? I would
ask, is that a way-deeper reason why Muslims believe there should be no visual
depiction of Muhammad -- because he never existed and therefore could not be
shown? I suppose this dashes all my
hopes to sponsor in 2015 a draw your best Muhammad and his nine-year-old
wife contest for brave artists willing to lose their lives for art. . .
Climate changes
of the rich and famous: Yes, actors
and actresses of exceptional intellect exist, but one may also harken back to
the late writer Truman Capote, who said something during an interview on
national TV to the effect that he found most of them to be stupid. You know, the ones who repeat words and move body parts in unison like trained seals.
That brings me
to Leonardo DiCaprio, and I don't know or care whether he's smart or
stupid. But he did speak before the
global warming socialist crowd in NY's "People's Climate March" this
week, fresh, I assume, from departing his private polluting jet aircraft and/or
his ocean-voyaging, environmentally destructive yacht. Amazing - from child actor to expert on how
the rest of us must change our lives and suffer economically to accommodate
and satisfy climate fantasies of the rich and powerful.
He wasn't alone,
of course. Matt Damon attended,
presumably to spew out the same unsettled scientific crap which such folk
promise from the heart has long been settled.
Robert Kennedy,
Jr., no surprise here, additionally jumped on the bandwagon, warning that
climate "deniers" should go to prison. I guess he's an authority because he's a
cause rebel or something, not an actor.
A shame, really. I cherish
letters I have from his father's office regarding UFOs (in the sixties -- I've
scanned them for this blog in years past).
But RFK, Jr. might be considered a fanatic regarding the climate, and
fanatics often cloak themselves in such a rabid manner that they prefer to wish
detractors away to prison. Yes, myself,
I wish President Obama could go to prison, but I'm being realistic based upon
his performance, not because of some pathological climate fantasy.
Need I say
it? There is climate change. The climate always changes, it has before and
will long after we're gone. Climate
change is not the property of fanatics bent upon holding terrible powers and expense
over our heads.
DiCaprio? I'll take a Clint Eastwood or Jon Voight over
a thousand of him any day because eventually wisdom trumps whimsy. But, hey, if one has a strong desire to
worship at the global warming temple of Al Gore, isn't that special? If Mr. Obama wishes to speak at the
"Climate Summit," are we surprised?
The bottom
line: For me, every time one of these
"notable" climate change personalities takes to the stage, I merely
hear Klaatu impersonators playing off that farewell speech in The Day the
Earth Stood Still, and it cracks me up.
The tragedy, however, is that people longing to influence our lives
dramatically based upon computer projections and creaky science often
successfully use their charisma to empower themselves while, in a manner of speaking, disemboweling the
rest of us.
The United
Nations wants your money. An international climate treaty
must not be ratified or accepted in any form by the United States, and that means we badly require a Senate with independent thinkers unshackled from party and special interest bosses. Good luck with that.
