Bits and Pieces for November 2012

DISCLOSURE?  ARE YOU NUTS?  The newly repainted and deodorized White House bunch is up and ready to go, still experiencing considerable trouble in community-organizing its various tales regarding four American deaths in Benghazi, and since they can't even get that straight one must continue holding the hope of UFO "disclosure" from these folks way up in the realm of impossibility.  Regrets to all. . .

WHERE IN GOVERNMENT CAN TRUTH BE FOUND ANYMORE?  I realize political versions of truth have run rampant for years, but really. . .what else might we expect, saddled as we are with Mr. Obama, the President of the United States of Entertainment?  If he hangs out with any more movie celebrities and rock stars, he may as well be given an Actors Equity card.  Or maybe he has one.  Philanderer generals?  Why not, under this Administration everything seems to have gone loosey-goosey, leaving old-fashioned in-government security and loyalty flapping in the winds of hope and change.

ROBBIE GRAHAM OF SILVER SCREEN SAUCERS, accessible in my list of links, is involved with a new motion picture tipping toward a conspiracy and asks that readers preview a trailer of "The Writer With No Hands." on the Internet.  Currently seeking a distributor, the film is nonetheless scheduled for a 2013 release and concerns the bizarre 1997 disappearance and death of powerhouse Hollywood screen writer Gary Devore -- whose body, once located, was missing both hands.  The kicker here is an alleged CIA relationship to Devore's murder.  I can't knowledgeably comment on any of this, but doctoral candidate Graham and associates deeply and reliably explore the world of film, UFOs in the cinema and related subjects of interest, so do check this out at:

http://silverscreensaucers.blogspot.com/2012/11/cia-linked-to-death-of-hollywood.html

THERE THEY GO AGAIN:  After actively cheering on and assisting in the downfall of Middle East dictators by praising the "Arab Spring" and encouraging various factions and misfits with promises of hope and change -- while simultaneously embracing the dirt-bag Muslim Brotherhood -- the Obama Administration clearly deserves a hearty congratulations for the latest Israel/Hamas conflict.  This one's your baby, folks, as much as it is anybody else's.  As Sharia Law grows and prospers throughout the Middle East, the Obama bunch (brought back by a little over half of voters for reasons I will never – fully -- understand) should go down in history as one of the most impressive foreign policy screw-ups and laughingstocks ever.  "Israel has a right to defend itself" is the best this Admin could muster as this tense situation began to bloom, when it should have added the words, "and we stand behind the only real friend we have in the Middle East."

POST ELECTION BLUES:  The Obama campaign's use of digital technology and, not to be forgotten, psychologists and their strange little tools to influence potential voters is already well known, and in conjunction with other maneuvers it apparently worked, especially among young college students and youthful unawares who populate the nation in quantity.  An article about this game plan appeared a few days ago in the New York Times.  Clueless in college and dumbed-down in the dorm.

These, of course, are the same young folk who have no idea how close they might be to becoming subject to an eventual military draft.  Now that the President, Ms. Clinton, et al have prominently encouraged stomping out old Middle East dictators during the "Arab Spring" -- unfortunately and (we assume) unwittingly in exchange for the Muslim Brotherhood and extremist Islam to fill the void -- war may hover closer than ever.  Just ask Israel.  Hello Egypt and Egypt’s new best friend Iran. Check out Syria and our likely covert doings. Mr. Obama's foreign policy has proven disastrous, but since apparently half the USA care neither about that nor domestic policy, we may as well close up shop and just play blissful video games.  Speaking of Egypt, the only reason the pyramids may not be blown up anytime soon by the radical element, which has suggested doing so, would be cash-cow tours paid for by Infidels.

By the way, Barack Obama is not the reincarnation of Abraham Lincoln.  Just to be clear. 

Was not the land of Lincoln exchanged for the land of lies decades ago?

My irrational fear of the moment, incurable even by Obama campaign psych-ops personnel:  That we eventually get a one-party political system via the Democrats, but with several factions from which to choose.  No matter whom one selects for leadership, it's still somebody from one party.  I don't care if the Republicans join the dinosaurs, but we surely need true conservatives, libertarians and other groups with some stability to take up the slack.  At this point, there's probably room for -- what was it? -- the Flying Saucer Party (originally a Gabriel Green idea?) to return, at least for laugh value, because there's nothing funny about the gang remaining in power.  If we could but vote every week. . .

NEW YORK, NEW YORK:  Here in NY State we have a Democratic governor named Andrew Cuomo.  I suspect he wants to be president next time around.  You've probably heard of him, maybe because his father was once our governor.  Oh yeah, those were the days.  Anyway, Andrew's brother, what's-'is'name, appears on ABC-TV, I think he's like a TV journo or something.  I'm not sure, but all I really know is that it's a likely bet that whatever investigative reporting he does for ABC, he'll never be doing an in-depth look at his brother, should he ever be naughty or have naughty things that need to be aired in public.  You know, there's a lot of that stuff where TV news people are related to or married to government folk.  Quite scary, actually, because they run the game and we merely act as chess pieces.  But not to digress too much. . .

So the East Coast and New York were slammed with Hurricane-cum-Super Storm Sandy, chaos ensued, and two things were immediately apparent to me.  First, nobody in Albany (the state capital) seems to have planned a damned thing in case of such a violent encounter with nature.  Weren't they supposed to be ready after all the Katrina hoopla, etc.?

Second, within a day or two after the East Coast was decimated, there comes a strongly worded letter from Governor Cuomo warning the already overwhelmed power companies that, essentially, they had Better Not slough off on their duty to restore power as quickly as possible.  Before they even got to work he was slamming them with a don't-you-dare directive, as if psychic about the upcoming course of events.

 I started conjecturing about Governor Andy's words, wondering what in the world he was up to -- and then I realized.  What a sly fox, I'll bet he was getting ahead of the game just so that, if electrical problems couldn't be solved in short order, he could point to his letter and say, "See?! See?!  I told you this would happen -- don't blame me!"  No, don't blame the governor with presidential aspirations.  It wouldn't look good.  When we run for prez, cover our ass we must.  Got it.

And then, three weeks post disaster, Obama returned to New York, accompanied by the guv and the ever-present meddling and photogenic NY Senator Charles Schumer, for whom life's very blood is the news photographer's camera.  Obama, as previously, gave miserable New Yorkers, many still sans electricity and homes, a pep talk and left.  FEMA is the answer.  FEMA is always the answer.

Meanwhile, sounding somewhat like a madman, the governor proclaims climate change real and THIS is the result and something must be done because, I don't know, is it because the sky is falling?  The gravity in his voice almost has me convinced -- until I read an article from England's Daily Mail (Mail Online) of November 15 emphasizing that "global warming" ended 16 years ago -- with an annual scientific chart and science banter to prove it.

It won't matter.  The politically enthusiastic among us will continue to quote their own science and the governor will continue his leap toward the presidential prize with charisma, charm, nurse-like sympathy and conceptions designed to push The Agenda.  What's real?  I don't know, and neither does he and neither do they.  Maybe the Obama campaign psychologists can explain it.

TOWARD A MORE PERFECT UNION AND A LESS PERFECT NATION:  Richard Trumka, isn't be president of the AFL-CIO or something?  I'm sure he's a pleasant conversationalist, but how come this guy visits the White House so much?  Couldn't involve power, influence and money, could it?  How are these visits helping me as a citizen?  Like much of America, I live near an overtaxed city threatened by imminent bankruptcy, and every bit of the dilemma was caused by promises union negotiations couldn't keep, and now the bargaining money is gone.  My union fantasy?  Well, I would like to see every union member in the country stand up, disband their unions and negotiate one-on-one with the government entities, businesses and corporations for which they work -- and if things don't pan out and union representation is needed, organize brand NEW unions with all NEW faces at the top.  No "old hands."  Every drain needs flushing until the outflow clears, now and then, whether it's a capitalist's drain pipe or the sewer pipe mildly facilitating socialism.  Once essential to the working class, union gains over the decades have brought us to a situation where the union logo frequently depicts something poisonous to the nation's survival, and the most wretched victims are union members who believed and poured both heart and soul into the fantasy, the promise, with their labors.  Isn't is a comfort to see with your very own eyes what a friend of the unions this president is?  The unions beg the president to continue spending like there's no tomorrow, obviously music to his ears.

THE BENGHAZI ATTACK:  Now we know.  Even the CIA quickly realized the precipitant wasn't some idiot video -- yet our White House friends continued to push that particular envelope for days (with new excuses why). Our people, four, died because something went terribly wrong.  Not wrong as in mistake, but in the sense that something deliberate occurred.  Then came the cover-up and Administration fact twisters apparently went to work on diversions and obfuscation.  And this doesn't begin to address what might be the most devious episode of illegal gun-running ever perpetrated by an Administration.  I suppose criminal charges could materialize and, not that it would be a surprise, The Royal Impeachment could become a reality.  This presidency, this White House, appears the dirtiest, most rotten example of politics I've ever witnessed -- and I'm only an outsider whose only advantage is that I don't deceive my thought processes by burying my attention span in NBC, MSNBC and, oh, all the other televised Administration butt coverers and apologists.  If we could get away with it, I suppose most of us would respond to questions about unseemly events which may involve us with excuses, such as "I have nothing to say until the investigation is completed," but sooner or later the trap is sprung and, if we're lucky, at least a sliver of political corruption goes away.  The Benghazi outrage is huge -- and beyond tragic for families of the dead who contemplate justice denied.  The mainstream media?  As usual, they just wish to indulge in sex scandals and mistress misadventures.  As we witnessed during the Obama campaign, the MSM is a modern Trojan horse.

THE NOVEMBER 14 PRESS CONFERENCE held by the President didn't quite turn out to be the epitome of comradery and let-bygones-be-bygones he hoped for.  Nor are Obama's "press conferences" reminiscent of anything I watched while growing up.  What's with the cards on his podium?  He calls out reporters' names by card selection, not by pointing them out and calling names from memory -- probably because he has few contacts with the real media and hosts few press conferences.  Kind of hard to take seriously a White House and president who appear loath to answer relevant questions and find annoying those who ask the important ones.

UNITED NATIONS:  Becoming more frightening by the day as it seeks to tax us and take away individual rights while dissecting our Constitution and sovereignty.   Kick this deluded gang of unindicted socialist criminals out of the U.S. and use the building to house rats, a function for which it’s already and better equipped.  Really, its major function is to cost this country economically and to bring in untalented detritus to muck up the nation. Maybe we could move the Dept. of Education into the U.N. building just to fill it up with something, and then go ahead and dismantle that travesty as well.

SUSAN RICE’S CONFIRMATION FOR THE STATE DEPARTMENT:  No, a thousand times no.  Like the old song goes, ya gotta have heart – and in this case you need to have explicit trust, and whatever the story behind her Benghazi video affirmations, this is a definite no-no.  But watch them confirm her, anyway. 

BERNIE FINE AND SYRACUSE UNIVERSITY:  Months after the child abuse dust storm, all charges against former S.U. assistant basketball coach Bernie Fine have been dropped for lack of hard evidence.  Accusations necessitated the Feds removing file cabinets and other material from his home, and even his wife was pilloried by the media because of assertions that she had sex with numerous members of the basketball team.  The first outrage was Syracuse University's refusal to stand behind its coach, instead firing him immediately in shotgun fashion, lest the odor of rumor taint its reputation.  We wrote in a blog entry back then and repeat it now --  that the Fines should sue S.U., and if I were them I'd go for half those precious university endowment funds which, in many universities, just hang around and accrue interest for decades anyway.  Child abuse is a terrible thing, but the blossoming child abuse cottage industry (not to mention the modern phenomenon of sex offender lists!) intended to administer justice has the potential to warp and become as frightening as storm troopers.  Witness the "war on drugs" industry.  There are words out there, intended as innocent, which destroy lives and often take away basic freedoms unintentionally, and they begin as follows:  If we can save just one. . .

TWINKIES ON THE RUN:  Another demonstration of union greed gone wild?  The (at least temporary) disappearance of Hostess Twinkies, the veteran cake-like substance with something akin to a cream filling, is apparently the second worse thing to happen nationally since Election Day.  18,500 people are instantly out of jobs all over the country, and at least one union blames, blames, blames everything except its own bullheaded approach and national economic circumstances.  Yes, demand for snacks rich in calories has declined and benefits decreased drastically, but even 18,500 people will soon agree that proudly standing behind your union membership card isn't half as good as still having a job. So NOW what's the union going to do for dues-paying folks suddenly tossed out in the street?  Why, pass the problem off to socialist wanna-be representatives of the government, of course.  Maybe community organizers can help.  Maybe Hostess will be bought by somebody who logically moves the company to a right-to-work state and unburdens itself of hundreds of "collective bargaining" tweaks which attached itself to a great company like barnacles over the years. (Update:  The courts have instructed all parties to try again for a Big Save, and we wouldn’t be surprised to see all of those folks returning to work as soon as somebody blinks.)

SAY THE WORDS:  Say it, say the words. . .radical. . .Islamic. . .terrorism.  You'll have to, because our government won't.  Use these words frequently in the course of daily conversation, so we don't ever forget.

AFGHANISTAN:  Just get the hell out.  What we profoundly hoped would make a real difference won't, once the Muslim Brotherhood's hand-picked serpents move in to obliterate the benefits of our presence.  In Central New York a VA medical center is adding on a new huge unit just to deal with traumatic brain injuries, surely a necessity all over the country, and one assumes that we have yet to fathom the enormity of the ongoing Middle East venture in relation to our strong, but currently bonkers, nation.

HAVE A NICE THANKSGIVING, AMERICA:  Right now, I'd be "thankful" just to know why four Americans died without a ghost of a chance for survival in Benghazi, but fear the truth will evade us in return for some half-truth as this event drags on and on.

Dreams of Air Force Saucers in the Wild Blue

I remember when a picture of the AVRO Disc made the rounds back in the late fifties or early sixties -- one of those numerous aviation projects involving disc-shaped aircraft.  Attempts to make the thing a master of the skies hardly went well and it died a quick death.

Thoughts of the AVRO prototype revisited me a few weeks ago when the U.S. Air Force declassified some -- some -- information and drawings from its 1950s top-secret "Project 1794," an enthusiastic undertaking accomplished in conjunction with a Canadian company to build a supersonic honest-to-goodness flying disc.  Make that a flying saucer.

We assume that ambitious plans remained on paper until the project's alleged end in 1960, but the artist's creations - oh, my oh my.  You can find them all over the Internet.  I'll borrow one image and post it here for two reasons.

First, the image depicted here comes from the Web pages of Strike Fighter Consulting, Inc.  I know nothing about them, but inasmuch as their representative Bradley Russell wrote to tell me something about the company -- and features articles about "Project 1794" and other relevant subjects of modern aircraft, weaponry and warfare on their Web site  --  I thought I would mention Strike Fighter here for the benefit of readers current on aviation and, obviously, a world in conflict.  What exactly is Strike Fighter Consulting all about?  According to Russell:

"In case you haven't heard of us, Strike Fighter Consulting consists of

over 50 current and ex-military warfighters that represent the United

States Navy, Air Force, Marines and Army. Its expertise ranges from

fighter pilots, bomber pilots, and test pilots to mission commanders,

intelligence specialists and special operation forces. Strike Fighter

Consulting (SFC) is a military consulting company that delivers the

warfighter to the customer by providing current and diverse expertise

to Department of Defense (DOD) Industry."

So, two links for you today re this site, readers: 

Their Web site is at:  http://strikefighterconsultinginc.com/blog/

and their article about Project 1794 may be found at: 

http://strikefighterconsultinginc.com/blog/usaf-declassifies-bizarre-flying-saucer-schematics/

Side Note::  Readers sometimes write and expect me to know about military aircraft and weaponry because of my four-year Air Force enlistment during the Vietnam years (see my separate AF blog, linked on the side).  Truth is, as a medical airman I spent most of my time inside USAF hospitals, where flight personnel were plentiful as patients, but aircraft and weapons technology were difficult to come by.  I did fly in a Cessna with an officer who enjoyed "buzzing' cows over Oklahoma and Texas (that was fun), and once took a "hop" during leave from Texas to the East Coast with a brigadier (one star) general and a very gruff major.  I still remember the major because he warned all of us hitching a ride with our box lunches to make sure we left no trash behind upon disembarking.  Well, of course I forgot my trash and, funny as it sounds, even to this day I'll think about that episode and wonder how upset the major must have been when he had to pick up after me.  Sorry, dude.

Now, the second reason why I'm posting the illustration:  Way back  in this blog I posted an article I wrote for the April, 1980 A.P.R.O. Bulletin.  The piece was entitled, "What's a drawing like that Doing in a Place Like This?"  You can find it here:

http://robert-barrow.blogspot.com/2007/09/these-flying-saucers-belonged-to-air.html

Yes, even during Air Force basic training in June, 1968, an Air Force-generated illustration of a flying saucer, armed and firing, showed up in training literature which surely would have been seen by each and every airman going through basic at Lackland Air Force Base in Texas.  The drawing was crude and simple, but, still, a saucer with a cupola somewhat like the one depicted in the drawing posted here.

Probably no biggies here.  I just feel that the drawing I saw at Lackland becomes even more curious now, and wonder if the Project 1794 artistry and planning had even some minuscule influence upon reasons why the publicly "saucer"-unfriendly Air Force would actually use a saucer depiction in basic training classes (and keep in mind --  that stuff remained with the USAF, airmen were not allowed to take these documents out of the classroom).

Winning By Media Proxy

(I do have some minor commentary regarding the UFO issue, but I'll save that for another day, probably next time.)

I don't know if the fix is in, but the frauds are.

The elections are over and Barack Obama isn't going anywhere.  A few entries ago I expressed my opinion that he would indeed win again.

How could he not?  He hasn't held a press conference in months, and when mainstream journalists have an opportunity to question him on important issues, they generally don't.  Or they accept his faltering responses without question.  Or they only ask questions agreed upon in advance.

The mainstream media re-elected Obama every bit as enthusiastically as his voters.  One might say they engineered the result through their own negligence in asking the hard-hitting questions and demanding sincere responses about issues that truly matter. 

The Benghazi tragedy, for instance.  And conflicting versions of truth discovered by his own biographer.  His statement four years ago that under his leadership electricity rates would "necessarily skyrocket," and indeed they have, and will as he continues to downplay conventional energy sources in expectation of a pie-in-the-sky quick energy fix.  Billions of tax dollars wasted on worthless energy alternatives.  A deficit almost guaranteed to blossom to even more unfathomable heights.  Health care whose costs may far exceed original estimates, as overworked and underpaid physicians threaten to retire, while a scarcity of health workers to manage a flood of new patients seems imminent.  Etc.  Etc. 

Once the FCC under Obama really goes to work messing around with freedom of information and various international interests finish doing everything they can to take the Web out of the hands of the people, free and open communication will pretty much be screwed.  Freedom, you see, is fine for some, as long as others don't experience it, too.

But even as recently as last week, a major clue emerged pointing to Obama's re-election.

Among a wealth of polls taken in recent weeks, primarily political in nature, there came to light quite another kind of poll. 

Young people in the United States  from ages 18 to 29 were asked which was better, capitalism or socialism.  The astounding response indicated that an overwhelming number chose socialism.
Young people unfamiliar with current events and experiencing the joy of Obama and the Democrats only as entertainment via rock stars and talk shows without substance were hypnotized into this situation.  Brilliant conjurers influenced the common senseless, their numbers growing among young folk who can't even answer basic questions about U.S. history or government.

What does this say about generations of military personnel who gave up their very lives during a succession of wars in which, if nothing else, they felt confident about protecting grateful folk back home?  Seems as though a growing number of young know-nothings couldn't care less, leaving us to wonder what Obama's "Forward" chant means for the future.  The thought of more government, more IRS thuggery, a plethora of more onerous regulations and more debt hardly brightens one's outlook, but I suppose that as long as the iPads and iWhatevers and smart phones keep everybody properly mesmerized, entertained and unaware of essentials, we should all just move along because there's nothing (of our once ambitious lives) to see here.  America, as so many of us knew it, may well be over, as excuses will increasingly be made for stepping outside Constitutional borders.  Obama and his circle are radicals, and both legal and illegal residents of the U.S. will feel the effects of those who have done little but threaten "the other side" and, as late as a few days ago, vowed revenge on nameless enemies.  Good, I say, they need enemies, enemies of their irrational actions.

The Republicans?  Maybe dead in the water, and if not already disintegrating before our eyes, soon may be, once enraged conservatives attempt to bury the corpse as they try to construct a reliable political party in their own image.

So I won't call the President "ism" or "ist" names today, but I do expect that his preference for more big government and enthusiastic spending will continue to propel us toward uncomfortable and perilous directions.

Of course, cooperation among members of Congress would be helpful.  Dream on.  Then again, opinions have been expressed that cooperation in the House will be more contentious than ever.

So, on election day evening I watched the same old painted pseudo-journalist clown faces commenting on the returns at ABC, CBS and NBC.  And I remember, having watched them closely over the months preceding, how upbeat and in-the-bag they were for Obama almost without fail, slobbering over his mere existence like dogs at a meal, giving him a pass at every turn, despite the economy, the debt,  partisan-created health care more costly than estimated, the mess he's made in the Middle East and in foreign relations, and invisible shovel-ready jobs.  I am disgusted.

Had TV network "news" shows done their work and reported on the increasing outrage involving American deaths in Benghazi, I suspect Mr. Obama would be packing his bags instead of readying for another term.  Then again, the faint aroma of criminal charges or impeachment lingers in the air.  Something for the future, perhaps.  Neither Hollywood nor corporate influence may be helpful in this instance.  We might progress -- progress -- from the silence of the lambs to the silence of the TV talk shows once the laughter dries up.  And we still have the two-ton "Fast and Furious" elephant -- or is that donkey -- sitting in the living room,
waiting to be noticed.  Eric Holder may flee Washington faster than a 747 heading for paradise.

Meanwhile, corruption abounds at every level.  Lobbyists, obscene monetary infiltration and nameless manipulators conspire to deprive us of our own.  Powerful unions, destined to flourish under Obama's ongoing approval and kinship, will finish us all off as quickly as anything, and indeed the pension crisis clawing its way across the country is already in. . .progress.  Progress.  Forward.  Hello banana republic.  Hugo Chavez will be proud today and Putin is probably popping the champagne corks because America's coronation king promised to be more "flexible" after the elections.

And, remember, along like a spider crept this little incident in New Jersey after the hurricane/super storm, where good Samaritan non-union electrical crews from Alabama  -- summoned by NJ to assist -- are allegedly refused entry by New Jersey unionized power company workers because of their non-union status.  So home they went.  We are told the New Jersey folk were members of the International Brotherhood of Electrical Workers (IBEW).  We might note how confusing life has become when speaking of these "brotherhoods," now that we also enjoy the benefits (thanks in no small part to Mr. Obama's help in launching the "Arab Spring") of the Muslim Brotherhood's lengthening international reach .  Aren't they, too, a union of sorts?  You say tomato and I say tomAHto, you say brotherhood and I say brother hood.

Estimates indicate that approximately two-thirds of those who voted for Obama WERE influenced by his response to the hurricane.  Yes, a quick photo opportunity and words that any and every president would say in such a disaster re-made him as a star.  But these are the people who, by their own admission, would never let a good crisis go to waste.

Much of his support came from women, unfortunately impressed by the fear and lies created -- no, make that procreated -- by the Obama press machine.  Some probably look upon him as the perfect man from a romance novel, who knows?

Considerably more of his voting fans are said to have emerged from the nation's youth and from races other than Caucasian.  The same youth and multi-racial folk who will now have the pleasure of paying off the spending Obama will continue to put on their backs.  Ironically, a new slave class, and Abe Lincoln isn't
around to free anybody from the chains of new regulations and Internal Revenue Service whippings.

Yet, Obama only received a little more than fifty percent of the popular vote, certainly nothing approaching a mandate.  Be assured, his Administration will ignore this factoid and drive us as if the other half is insignificant.  And he will continue blaming George Bush for everything gone wrong.

Obama.  Yes, Obama, the same man who retained his position by dragging Bill Clinton around like an old purse, making people anxious for the good old days of Clinton.  Except they aren't getting Slick Willy, nor a cigar, nor a blue stained dress -- they're just getting more Obama.  They aren't getting Bruce Springsteen or Lady Ga Ga, they're getting Obama.  I don't know about Romney, but I know about Obama.  The promise of tomorrow.  What might have been vs. what I fear we're going to get more of, multiplied.

Nevertheless, in an increasingly divided nation Obama rebounds, and I wholeheartedly agree that those who wished to extend his White House presence richly deserve all that he has yet to offer.   And may we shout out a big, big congratulatory howl to Mr. Putin, the United Nations and others waiting in eager anticipation for a "more flexible" President Obama?  Oh, and somebody tell the "blind sheik" to pack his bags, implausible as it seems, because he could be leaving his prison cell real soon for a bon voyage, should an oft-rumored deal instigated by a consensus of political rats pan out. 

Sky's the limit now for just about anything, and executive orders could become as commonplace as roadside weeds.  In the meantime, mainstream  electronic media representatives, co-conspirators to a corporate policy from hell, will continue doing what they do well these days -- sucking as journalists.  This time, they played one side of the street, profoundly misleading inquiring minds desperate for answers about both sides.  One would almost believe we have a one-party political system.  Well done, TV rodents.

When Storms and Lies Converge

More is better?  Not according to the latest "storm of the century" attired in the persona of Hurricane Sandy.  Every time these disasters occur, I can only wonder why anybody wants more people and more wretched construction added to habitable land space on this precious little planet.  Yes, climate change is real, and always has been a factor in territorial alterations -- and pleased as some are to blame human activity and carbon dioxide effected by the same, I wouldn't be too quick to rule out the sun, currently surprising scientists on a regular basis.  But no, more is not always better.

National elections are upon us after what seem years of campaigns, and even hurricanes appear to herald storms of electorate disenchantment.  The President promises help to storm victims -- as any president would.  In his latest "Sandy" speech, he promises to leave no one behind, words of comfort which should have meant something to our people murdered in Benghazi under this fraud.

Delay the elections due to storm disasters?  I think there are a fair number among us who would prefer not to have elections at all.  Particularly those who already detect the fear of losing, or the humiliation of being found out as the frauds they are.

Nevertheless, as this bunch does everything they can to divert our attention from the massacre of U.S. personnel in Benghazi, Libya until after the elections here in the states, its loyal perpetrators continue to disregard Big Lie No.One -- the almost instantaneous declaration from the President, Mrs. Clinton and Susan Rice that all of this erupted because of a video making rounds on the Internet.  Liars!  A lie the President continued to circulate for days, even when most of the thinking world realized there was no video involved -- a lie pretty much awarded the Presidential Seal when Obama and Clinton recorded an apologetic response regarding the irrelevant video for Middle Easterners, a totally unnecessary recording destined to be used for years by Al Qaeda and its friends to condemn the U.S.

Maybe that was easy, in comparison to making a grudging admission that Islamic terrorism still exists in force.  Besides, that sort of language has already been scrubbed from official training manuals, or so we've been told.  Offensive descriptions hurt so much, especially when true.

Then, while radio stations all over the nation were buzzing with news on Friday, October 26 about three futile (turned down) emergent requests for military assistance from the CIA in Benghazi as the seven-hour battle began -- based upon newly released CIA memos -- major commercial TV networks couldn't be bothered to explore or even mention this astounding revelation on their evening news shows.  Networks seem overwhelmingly content simply to feature the ever-entertaining President Obama on numerous TV talk shows as he mouths clever, yet meaningless quips and engages in smiles for the cameras.  After all, he is the President of Entertainment, attracting rock star endorsements like bacteria-ridden chewing gum on a shoe, clowning around for Jay, Dave (who, to his credit, finally smelled just a wisp of a lie and mentioned it on his show the day after Obama's appearance) and for all the young TV viewers cloned from birth to prefer laughs over substance, and one-liners over the explosion of  government debt they'll have to pay off once the humor fades away unapologetically.

Yes, much of the entertainment industry sides with Obama.  People who specialize in fantasy and the world of pretend every day of their lives.  No wonder they feel a comfy kinship, a symbiosis with Obama.  Obama, the President who used the military to his advantage with bin Laden's demise.  Obama, the President whose twisted leadership may have gotten dedicated military and others in Benghazi killed -- at the very least, in Benghazi.

What happened to presidential press conferences?  One begins to think of Jay Carney as president -- or as the object of Obama's ventriloquism skills.  Truth likely is, BHO doesn't want to face a growing, stinking heap of questions about his decisions, his philosophy.  It's all falling apart.  Will voters bother to care? 

Maybe some of a political ilk are thanking God for the hurricane as I write this.

In the meantime, the father of a former Navy SEAL who died during the carnage related details of his strange encounter with Obama, Clinton and Biden as his son's body was returned to the U.S., and his account of their actions and words was, to say the least, disturbing.  You've heard about it by now, assuming you tune in to sources which regularly disclose this sort of thing.

And the Secretary of Defense?  Panetta makes excuses for inaction, appearing to all the world as if the only thing he's good at defending is Obama's legacy.

So who's "investigating" now?  Pickering, an apologist for Iran's American tools and Muslim extremists, it is suggested.  This will go nicely.  Why not simply employ a pack of rats to pick through the facts until nothing substantial remains, leaving Obama's directives from the top smelling like Teflon roses immune to the odor of intended or incompetent negligence?

Speaking of investigations, whatever happened to an in-depth look at that helicopter crash, the chopper packed with far too many Navy SEALS who perished, one and all?

So, I'm just wondering when some of those Hollywood folk -- the specialists who love to make blockbuster films extolling the hatred of America -- will jump on this one. . .?  Will somebody come forward with a huge budget and, for a change, portray this Administration's liars whose conflicted policies, from all appearances, helped facilitate the murder of four Americans in Benghazi as real-time drone videos and instant messages showed White House higher-ups a situation begging for immediate military strike force response?   These people's lives might have been saved with quick action, from most accounts, because the military power was within reach -- and this Administration had to know it, just as they knew via live TV images within an hour what was happening in Libya on that fateful 9/11/12. 

Surely, down there in the White House situation room, nobody misses a single episode of the President when he mugs for the cameras and shows off for audience-fortified TV comedians?  Perhaps live video from Benghazi just wasn't equally photogenic. Or as funny.

Who gave the orders, repeatedly, not to save these Americans?  Who?  Who?  The CIA denies responsibility for the decision, as do military officials.  I'm no genius, but if that's the case, wouldn't that lead right to . . .?

Incompetence?  Criminal activity?  Treason?  Treason sounds about right.  As I recall, certain prisons exist for this sort of thing.  Will Congress have the gonads to do what's right, or must U.S. military and civilian personnel around the world feel a draft at their backs because nobody in an Administration of bastards will promise cover, lest some Muslim faction or other entities might be offended?

Covert gun-running via our enemies in the Middle East?.  Is that a major component here?

The U.S. is16 trillion dollars in debt and at least four trillion more may be on the way if elections repeat.  Dangerous to America as we know it.  Political ideation that failed in every nation where it was ever tried.  Immigrants -- legal immigrants -- from other countries who fear we are quickly becoming exactly what they escaped from. . .and they plead, will we listen, will anybody listen?  Party loyalty, my-party-right-or-wrong, will destroy us.  And all we do is build more stadiums and athletic facilities to cloud minds from making clear choices.

The only possible vestige of respect I could muster for this President would involve his resignation.  Fat chance, I ponder. Liars and lies often seem to find a way to hang on in politics, thanks to a willingly uninformed population. 

The military dead?  The ones whose families reportedly receive something akin to form letters of sympathy from the President signed with an auto pen?  The ones whose families allegedly are greeted by a seemingly detached President as coffins return?  The military dead appear to matter as much to this gang as the words, thank you for your service, and from this bunch even those words equate to little more than the sounds of fingernails on a blackboard.

More Than Anything (A Story for Halloween)

A few lines down, you’ll find my (fiction) Halloween story, “More Than Anything.” It’s an appropriate title for more than one reason, because – more than anything – I would love to see this lying, arrogant White House gang defeated on Election Day. Reports have come to light indicating that we had a Predator drone overflying the Libyan embassy during the carnage, thus providing live, real-time video – but Mr. Obama and his crew claim to know nothing about the circumstances until the “investigation” concludes. In the meantime, desperate for votes, Obama obviously hid behind a woman’s skirts and instructed Hillary Clinton to take the fall regarding the embassy massacre. Frankly, I’m betting that the Clintons despise this President more than the plague itself – but in politics strange bedfellows are made, yes? Nevertheless, for all the lies and all the trauma Obama has caused this nation, the one particularly unforgiveable action he has taken time and again is to embrace the Muslim Brotherhood, whose organization is working as fast as possible to reinitiate radical Islamic law – Sharia – throughout the Middle East.  Can you say Caliphate? This dangerous turn of events will put the United States in danger’s path for years to come. These lying frauds in the White House must go away quickly. How can patriotic Democrats concerned about the future support this bunch in any way, now that we know about a plethora of outrageous actions and lies? Sometime AFTER the elections, the legal fur may fly over both Libya and “Fast and Furious” (which, make no mistake, was an Obama-Era project).

NO PLANE RIDE FOR GARY MCKINNON? Looks as though England made the final decision and will not extradite computer hacker Gary McKinnon to the USA for trial. You will recall that he hacked U.S. government Web sites, claiming to be searching for UFO evidence – and believes he discovered some interesting material at a NASA Web page. As my previous blog entries stated, I’d rather my government concentrate on bigger fish, and maybe they need to hire this guy, since he’s obviously smarter than government folk entrusted to protecting sensitive material from said hackers. Then again, I’m rather disappointed that he won’t be here because I could go absolutely bonkers over a – we could hope – public trial which might induce officials to legally release UFO information through no choice of their own. Of course, we all know better, because any such revelations would be squashed, maybe even Behind Closed Doors of government legal proceedings. Anyway – have a nice life, Gary McKinnon, you sure showed ‘em, I guess. And, for the record, if my government’s on that warpath, I’d much prefer they pursue that little wussie, Julian Assange, and grab that insect with the best high-tech tweezers available. Now. . .on to some really bad fiction below . . .at your own risk. . .






More Than Anything

(Fiction) by Robert Barrow

(copyright 2012)


Strong winds nipped teasingly at the town's outermost edge, but the worst part of the whole storm was the fierce velocity of a driving, relentless rain, almost horizontal in direction. So loudly did unrestrained late evening raindrops pelt their front door that Ken and Patricia were, at first, unaware of the knocking sounds.


"What is that noise?" asked Patricia, nervously gulping down the last of her coffee.


"Prob'ly just the rain," replied her husband. Their childless marriage had almost reached the 20 year mark, and during that time Ken had learned that an occasional "prob'ly" was enough to deter his wife's questions. Not this time, however.


Then they both heard the sounds, and realized that some person bravely enduring the pounding watery deluge waited just outside of the warm, dry and inviting living room. Patricia started to rise, but Ken motioned for her to remain seated as he left the table to explore further.


Carefully opening the chain-bolted door after turning on an exterior light, Ken peered out into a moderately lighted rain-driven world to behold what appeared an adult woman and male child, likely drenched to the bone through their clothing. Unchaining the door, he beckoned them inside.


Patricia got up from the dining room table and entered the living room, curious about Ken opening the door on such a stormy night. She arrived just in time to watch the entrance of an old woman covered in dark clothing and an unrevealing black scarf over her head, and stepping in behind her was a thin young boy of perhaps 12 years, long strands of black hair dripping with rain as his dark pants and shirt shivered in tune with his chilled body.


"Good lord," announced Ken, shutting the door behind them, "this is no night fit for anybody to be outside! Are you two okay?"


The old woman nodded, keeping her head low. "We. . .we had an accident," she explained with something of an Eastern European accent. "At the bottom of the hill. I. . . called friends to come and pick us up, and since the car is stuck in mud, they will pull it out. It may take a few hours for them to come here."


"Oh," sympathized Patricia, "you poor things. Why don't you stay here until your friends arrive? Dry off and warm up a bit."


"Thank you," replied the woman, looking at the child for a moment, then looking back to the floor, "but I must stay with the car. But. . .I wonder. . ."


"Just ask," Ken encouraged, "we're happy to help."


"You're very kind," responded the woman. "I wonder if my grandson, Ilyich, may remain with you until the early morning, when my friends are sure to have rescued our automobile from this terrible night."


Ken and Patricia looked at one another and then nodded in agreement. "Certainly," assured Patricia, "it will be our pleasure, and we have a spare bedroom all ready for him. Are you sure you won't stay with us?"


"Oh, thank you so much -- but no, I really must go back to the car. Our luggage and personal items. . ."


"But grandmother," protested the boy, his voice also flavored with a slight accent, "they won't understand -- they won't let me. . ." His grandmother shot him a look of disapproval.


"Oh, nonsense," countered Ken. "We'll do everything we can to make you comfortable here, Ilya."


"Ilyich. My name is Ilyich," corrected the boy.


"Of course. Well, in any event, Mrs. . .or Miss. . .Ms?" The woman did not offer a name.



"Thank you. I will return in the morning," she said, kissing her grandson on the forehead and quickly exiting the house. Patricia ran to the door, hoping to convince the determined woman to remain, but seemingly in the wink of an eye she had disappeared.


The couple turned their attention back to the boy, leading him to the spare bedroom and a couple of bath towels to soak up the evening's rain.


"There," said Patricia, soaking up the last of numerous raindrops from the boy's face, "That's better, isn't it?" The boy nodded in silence, his facial expression stoic and his head drooping. "Would you -- here we are -- would you like to change into these pajamas? They're my husband's, so they might be a bit roomy. . ."


"No, I am okay like this," replied the boy, his clothes obviously soaked through.


"Well, I'll leave these with you, just in case you change your mind." Ilyich said nothing.



"Are you tired? You can climb into this bed and get some rest if you like," suggested Patricia.


"No, I am not tired. I often stay up late at night and do things."


Patricia looked at her watch, surprised to find the time already advanced to nearly midnight. "Oh? What do you like to do?"


Ilyich at last showed a little emotion, a faint smile curling across his lips as he raised his head. "I love to draw," he said. "I'm exceptional at it, my grandmother says."


"Oh, how lovely, Ilyich! I love to draw, too. What do you like to draw?


Ilyich considered the question, then spoke softly. "I always draw from. . .real life. . .people."


"Portraits?" Patricia inquired enthusiastically. She was thrilled to meet a young person with interests similar to hers.


"I just draw."


"Marvelous! Ilyich. if you really aren't tired, please, come with me to our den downstairs and show me what you can do."


"Now?"


"Yes, yes. My husband will be so happy to know you share our appreciation for art. Follow me."


Ilyich obediently trailed Patricia as she descended the staircase.


"Pat, you have a shadow behind you," Ken said, feeling particularly clever.


"Oh Ken, this is so wonderful -- Ilyich loves to draw, and he's going to honor us with a sample of his work."


"But it's late. Shouldn't he be sleeping?"


"What's an extra few minutes, Ken? He'll be fine."


"Well, okay -- but I'm going to bed, so you two can explore the art world without me, if you don't mind," Ken said with a yawn. "Do you really enjoy drawing, Ilya?"


"ILYICH!" the boy responded, emphasizing the correction forcefully this time.


"Sorry," squeaked Ken, startled by the boy's brief outburst.


"I do enjoy drawing," Ilyich added. "More than anything."


"Okay, well, goodnight, and we'll hope for an early return of your grandmother in the morning." Ken flashed Patricia a brief facial expression one could only interpret as "What the. . .?" and then he turned and headed for an upstairs bedroom. The door closed.


"Yes, well, come in here, Ilyich," beckoned Patricia as she entered the den. Ilyich was amazed to see all manner of charcoal pencils, paints, brushes and a wealth of artist's paraphernalia. "As you can see, I spend a lot of time in here. I've done a lot of paintings and pencil drawings -- I've even sold a few of them at local art shows. Not that I'm anybody with any special talent. I just like to paint and draw."


"I love to draw, too," assured Ilyich.


"And I must see a sample of your work, right now," she responded, grabbing a sheet of paper and charcoal pencils of varying kinds. She placed them on a table and invited Ilyich to be seated. Instead, the boy looked up at her face, puzzled. "What is it? Is something wrong?"


Ilyich returned his gaze to the pencils, now lined up neatly on the table. "These? I cannot draw with these," he said, shaking his head.


"But -- oh, maybe charcoal isn't your forte?" Patricia assumed.


"These. . .they're all wrong. I cannot use."


"Well," she began, considering the strangeness of the boy standing before her," maybe you. . .maybe you prefer. . .hmm. . .let me see. . .oh, how about these?" From a top shelf Patricia selected a few colored marking pens and attempted to hand them to Ilyich, but he wouldn't budge. "Here, take them."


This time the boy shot Patricia an impatient glance and raised his voice. "All wrong, CANNOT use."


"But -- but I thought you liked to draw?" Would you prefer painting instead? Or crayons? Colored pencils?


"No. I love to draw. Not with those. I cannot!" Ilyich shouted.


Exasperated, Patricia threw up her hands, inadvertently sending marking pens flying in all directions. "Alright, Ilyich. You're probably tired. We'll give up on the artistry tonight -- maybe you'd rather just go to bed."


"Yes," he replied, calming himself, "that would be best."


Patricia put the boy to bed upstairs and retreated to her own bedroom, down just one room from her sleeping husband. She could still hear the rain smacking into the home's exterior surface, though the storm's intensity had begun to subside dramatically. Tired from emotionally sparring with Ilyich, Patricia collapsed onto the bed and promptly fell asleep, having not even bothered to change into her sleeping attire.



o o



Neither Ken nor Patricia woke up as the three o'clock hour approached, perhaps soothed in their rest by sounds of the now gently falling rain. They didn't hear the footsteps as Ilyich made his way throughout the house in near darkness. Strangely, the paucity of light hardly mattered to Ilyich, who seemed driven to locate something, something previously unmentioned to or by his kind hosts. From room to room he progressed, looking, searching, wanting. Until he found exactly what he longed for. A whisper barely rolled from his lips as he mouthed the words: "I love to draw. I so love to draw."



o o



As a morning without rain finally arrived, the sun hadn't even climbed over the eastern horizon when a seasoned, beat-up black sedan driven by the old woman, accompanied by grandson Ilyich, drove slowly away on a sleepy vacant highway. One would hardly recognize Ilyich, whose formerly gloomy and downcast persona had been replaced by emotions of joy and laughter. Perhaps his change from newly drenched clothing to dry garments brightened him. The old woman merely sighed in contentment. "Those people -- they did bid you welcome and were good to you?"


"Yes, grandmother," Ilyich replied, "I do not think they understood me well -- but everything worked out before I left. They did know that I love to draw, and the woman seemed to be familiar with drawing in her own way. Not like me."


"That is good, Ilyich. So many people we find who like what you love in their own way. Do not worry, grandson, we will find more, many more."


"It is to be hoped," said Ilyich, folding his arms as he stared out the window. "What a country is this."


"Maybe it is true -- that you can become anything in the United States if you work at it," advised his grandmother with a smile. “You could even be president. If only your parents could have lived to see this.”

Ilyich scowled for a moment, but then laughed and closed his eyes, basking in sweet reminiscence of the hospitality shown him by the kind, accommodating couple.



o o



It wasn't until late afternoon when Ken and Patricia's driveway filled with law enforcement vehicles and ambulances. Neither had reported for work, and concerned employers, phoning unsuccessfully, at last visited the home to determine the reason. Authorities were summoned immediately when blood stains became evident as the door, left ajar, was pushed open further.


"Oh, wow," exclaimed a forensics technician, carefully entering the house to avoid the destruction of evidence. "Look at this place!"


"That's nothing," promised a sheriff's deputy near the stairway. "Wait until you go up there." He pointed to the top of the stairs. "Blood everywhere, looks like an explosion at a pasta sauce factory."


"What the hell happened here?" asked the almost incredulous technician.


The deputy shook his head. "Don't know yet, no suspects, several knives used -- apparently taken from the kitchen. No valuables or cash missing, so far. We don't even know how many were in on the murders yet. Possibly one, seems to have taken a shower, but for one person to do all of this. . ."


"Yeah. Well, I guess I'd better get to work. Good lord, what kind of maniac could create this much brutality?!"


"It's almost beyond belief," said the deputy. "Whoever displayed the depraved ability to cut other humans up like dog meat obviously has a penchant for this kind of behavior. But one thing's for sure."


“Yeah?”


“Somebody sure loved to draw blood."


"I guess they'd have to," said the forensics tech, shaking his head as he carefully ascended the staircase, "damned shame though.”

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