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People Are Asking Questions, Owebambi

Valid questions:

Why did the Egyptian embassy feel a need to apologize for the poor wittle hurt muslim feelings just BEFORE our Libyan ambassador and staff were killed? What did our Embassy staff know prior to the murders?

What about the CBS reports that claim our ambassador and staff were taken to a more secure location by Libyan Security who then betrayed that location to the mob?

Why is a filmmaker and a preacher being blamed for this violence when every chance he gets, Owebambi spikes the football on their messiah, bin Laden?

Why did Owebambi throw away a golden opportunity to BE presidential by running off to Vegas for a fundraiser instead of staying in the White House pretending to mourn the loss of the ambassador and staff? Why, he could have earned a chance in this election by showing a modicum of respect for the deaths of his citizens. He could’ve rescheduled his fundraiser and pretended to care for at least a day, the day of the murders, couldn’t he?

Funny what happens when you boo God three times at your “convention”, ain’t it?

One more question for you:

Why are we still allowing Owebambi to fund his Muslim brotherhood in the Middle East through our foreign aid?

Or rather, why is Congress?

I could ask why we’re still in the UN, but I think answering the questions above might point us to the solution.

People are asking questions, Owebambi. Everything you think you’ve built is starting to fall apart.

In Rides Clint Eastwood

A Scheme of Patriots

We’re not only fighting to take our country back, the real battle is preserving the national sovereignty, our ability to act freely as a country of any global authority, free especially from the likes of the oppressive, tyrannical UN.

Now, think about your own patriotism, the level of it. There has to be a percentage of that same feeling, that stand up and fight for America, among the rich. They know, better than we, who they’re fighting, but it’s global. But these, this small percentage, are yet patriots of America, who just happen to be rich, and when they put their minds to it, they can scheme with the best of them, with the best of global conspirators. I bet this script has been in the works since before Obama’s election.

And then in rides Clint Eastwood. You bet.

The Obamacare Racket–Welfare for a few good Insurance Companies

Now, pay attention, folks.

This whole Obamacare thing is a racket, it’s welfare for the “chosen” insurance companies. I finally manage to get OFF foodstamps, but would like to keep some kind of healthcare coverage for my daughter (medicaid or even CHIPs, where I would pay a low cost monthly premium plus a co-pay, but not lose the DENTAL coverage). I get a letter from the Montana Department of Public Health and Human Services asking me if my employer offered coverage and was I enrolled? Hell, no, I’m not enrolled, I say, but wait…this gets better.

I get a second letter telling me that the State has determined that it’s more cost effective (to whom) for me to enroll myself and my child in the ALLEGIANCE BENEFIT PLAN offered at work, to the tune of 373.00 per month with a stunning deductible we’ll never meet (BUT NO DENTAL), AND THE STATE WILL REIMBURSE ME.Just let that whole convoluted money trail sink in for a moment. I buy the insurance, or let the insurance company take their pound of flesh out of my hard-earned paycheck and the Feds, via the State, will reimburse me. Hell, they even sent me three postage paid envelopes so I can send in the proof of my first three months of insurance.

Bite me, Owebambi.

Now, tell me, who truly benefits here? Not my child, she’s losing her dental coverage. Who benefits? Not me. I’m out almost two hundred every two weeks, and the last two medical incidents I personally suffered were a year a part, which I PAID FOR OUT OF POCKET (fractured arms, left and right).

WHO BENEFITS? I’ll tell you–ALLEGIANCE BENEFIT PLAN is the true welfare beneficiary, not me, not my child. This is the Obamacare racket.

Did I ask for a dime’s worth of coverage for myself? NO, HELL NO. And thanks, but no thanks State of Montana. I’m not going to be a party to ripping off the taxpayers of my state as well as the nation so that some ALLEGIANCE INSURANCE company might get just that much richer. I sure love how you all try to insulate yourselves though. Real up front there and honest (sarcasm off!).

The whole “poor-pitiful-insurance-companies” as victims the media–LEFT AND RIGHT–is trying to sell us is a crock of SHIT. Whoever came up with that line of snake oil should get a Pulitzer for fiction.

I’m staring at the proof right in front of me on my desk in the form of a letter from the State of Montana’s Department of Public Health and Human Services. I have the letter that preceded this one as well.

Perhaps the White House will leak a list of chosen insurance companies who will benefit from this healthcare racket, this welfare, and what a scam–these insurance companies, the chosen few, have insulated themselves not only via the employers but the recipients of their stolen largesse.

Again, I never asked for a dime’s worth of coverage for myself–the OWEBAMBICARE MANDATE IS NOT THE LAW OF THE LAND QUITE YET–and I’ll be damned if I’m going to help the Feds rob the taxpayers to pay healthcare insurance premiums I would never purchase for myself.

I’ll pay as I go, as I have for the last few years, thank you very much. It’s much cheaper to pay for a dental checkup for my child every six months than to help a bunch of socialists and communists steal from the taxpayers every month just to fatten the ALLEGIANCE BENEFIT PLAN’S bottom line.

Geez…I never realized the extent of the racket until now…Nancy Pelosi was right–we had to pass the damn bill to see what was in it. And man, I don’t like what I see, not one bit. I hope whoever is behind this crappy POS scheme rots in hell. And takes Obama and Pelosi down with them.

Suicide Bomber

“The polls say you don’t stand a chance in hell–.”

“I know that,” I snapped. Who was he kidding? I’m the central player in the greatest coup in the history of the world. It’s just part of what I agreed to do, if necessary. Besides, the idea of a landslide loss in November just stuck in my craw. I mean, really stuck there. I’d rather be martyred than face that.

My “advisor” frowned. (Handler is more like it–but the Global Nazi running things here thinks I don’t know that either.)

“Timing is,” he began.

I knew he was stroking me, but I nodded anyway. “Yeah, everything.”

“The American Spring a series of baby steps into a real Shit-Sandwich Summer. And they fall for this crap.” He snickered. “Every time.”

He made it all seem so casual. Then again, he wasn’t the one making the sacrifice here.

“I see Farrakhan made the news,” I said.

He smiled. “Right on cue.” His eyes glimpsed some unnamed glory in the distance. “People will kill their leaders, made headlines at Drudge, too. It’s beautiful.”

“So, who is it?” I said.

He blinked once into a direct, piercing look at me. “What?”

“A picture, that’s all I want.”

His eyes narrowed, and I almost laughed out loud. The hell with the Global Nazi’s script. He’s been wrong before. Timing ain’t everything. Not when you’re the one waiting.

“We can’t afford to be premature here. There’s still a chance…”

“We won’t have to go that route,” I finished for him. “Look, friend, I know already. Now that those patriotic assholes guarding me are gone, we got new men in place, you don’t think I know?” I shook my head. “A nudge here, a shove there, and then the climactic event. Same old script.”

“Formula…for a crisis. And it works.”

“For the last forty years.”

“You’re the trigger.”

“I prefer catalyst,” I said, invoking my best campaign voice, “to an historic crisis of global proportions.”

His eyes lit up. “Social and economic. Like a bomb.”

“Riots, chaos, martial law.”

“UN control.”

We both laughed. We hate the Constitution.

“Just a picture, huh?” he said.

“The name, too, if you want.”

His smile lacked, but that tell-tale fraction of genuine humor. “I’ll see what I can do. Will there be anything else, sir?”

When the button is pushed, there’s no running away…

She was in my office a couple of hours later. She’s smooth, the slickest operator of them all. She would never rush right in here, take the slightest risk of showing their fear. Like I could back out now anyway. But what I learned from her over the years…I’m so good now I make her think she’s fooling me.

Small talk, and then she said simply, “You really want to know who?”

“Just want to see if I can pick him out. Gives me something to do while I’m,” I made quotes in the air with both hands, “mesmerizing the crowds.”

I knew that would get a giggle out of her.

“He’ll have to be photographed at a few stops, won’t he?” I said. “You know, for the media angle to work later.”

“Well, they’ve got the social networks’ pages in place already. I’ll see what I can do,” she said.

Allah, be merciful. Don’t make me wait too long.

The suspense is killing me.

Knowing Your Enemy

We’re being played, all of us. Left, right, gay, straight, none of those labels matter any more than Democrat or Republican. What matters is We the People are being played like the ignorant mark in a fast game of three-card Monte.

Our enemies, the enemies of these United States, are a sophisticated lot. And they know our penchant, our weakness, for hating the other guy. Doesn’t matter who the other guy is really or even what he says he stands for or doesn’t. All that has to happen for our enemies to win is for us to hate that other guy.

Hate is such a tool to herd humans, just like fear. Ask the Progressives running both parties as well as their respective medias–they use these tools all the time. Hate this, fear that, move, move, move into this sheep pen, get your brand R or D, then go stand in that line and don’t ask why no one who ever goes in that knocker’s door ever comes out except in pieces, as raw meat.

The global Progressives of both parties are playing our hate, our fears, pitting us against each other on a host of issues designed to distract so that we won’t see their ultimate goals until it’s too late. Until the roundup is complete for this election cycle, until the gates of the sheep pens have been locked down tight. Until we’ve all got our Rs or Ds branded to our right or left hips. Until we’re all standing dutifully in line talking trash about the sheep in that other line while awaiting our turn with the knocker.

And don’t think there aren’t trolls being sent here and everywhere over the Net to foster the divisions, to continually feed the electorate the illusion that our “two-party” system is giving them a choice. But listen to the silence when you ask them to explain why, in a Congress so purportedly divided nothing can be done, the Democrats teamed up with the Republicans to strip us all of our civil rights under clauses 1031-1033 of National Defense Appropriations Act, or NDAA. Or just how did Republicans manage to team up with those same Democrats to extend the Patriot Act? And all the while, the ongoing story from all the media, left and right, is how divided our Congress is, so divided that nothing of any real import to benefit us, you and me, can be done. There is no explanation that makes any sense–unless you’ve done your homework and realize that BOTH parties are rife with Progressives, and no matter which establishment candidate sits in that Oval Office, the Progressive agenda marches on, just like it has for the last 100 years.

The Progressive agenda began in earnest with the unconstitutional Federal Reserve Act of 1913. Since Congress passed the buck (pun intended) since that time when Congress “delegated” the minting of our money to a private global corporation, bit by bit, Congress has been giving away its power so as to render our voice in our own government impotent. Think about this for a minute. Of the three branches in government, who is our voice, who represents the will of the People? Congress. To render us powerless, to silence us in our own government, Congress had to be neutered. And what we’re seeing today–the hate, the fear, the division, the illusion of two party choice–is the results of that neutering. We the People, all of us, are left with a dictator whose face changes every four to eight years, a faceless tyrant who will stack our Supreme Court in the coming years AGAINST US AND OUR CONSTITUTION while we, with our labors, support the 535 Congressional parasites who all stand to benefit from our neutering.

What our enemies, the Progressives, know–and most of us, their marks, don’t–is that in order to save this country we need all of us, together. Hating your fellow American, whether he’s just plain ignorant, whether he’s an R or a D, or not, only serves our enemy’s purposes and none of our own.

Knowing our real enemies, and how they operate, is the only chance we have of saving this country. We must rise above the Progressive games of hate and fear, division by distraction, or we will fall. But either way, there’s simply no getting around the fact that whatever we the People choose to do, we’re going to do it together.

What a Little “Lesser” Evil Gets You

This is what the little “lesser” evil most of you voted for over the last forty years gets you: conditioned to accept evil in your lives.


Hate is evil, fear is evil, and BOTH PARTIES use these tools to keep you in their pens, feeding you the illogical assumption that a little “lesser” evil can vanquish a larger evil, while never permitting you to question how, or even why, a little evil can beat up a big one when both are working for the same side…

Lord God

Lord God,


Two weeks ago, the bank gave me two more dollars than it should.


I took it back.


A week ago, the same bank gave me fifty dollars more than it should.


I took it back.


Last night, the kid at McDonald’s gave me a whole sack of food beyond the order that I paid for.


I took it back.


Twice now You have tempted me with money, then once with mere food.


And being me, always me, (as You well know), my question now is why?


What small tests are these; in preparation for what?


You see, I know You, too.


Never anything without a purpose, or several.


Gotta love ya, Lord God. You keep Life so damn interesting.


Once You take note and get involved.


Can’t wait to see what happens next and when.