…Occupy Wall Street (or whatever they called themselves that day) climbed out of the gutters and began infecting parks, capitals and other places en mass.
The media celebrated the lice ridden malcontents and touted them in headlines and magazine covers as heroes and patriotic young Americans.
Despite the rash of arrests, incidents of rape, child abuse, drug use and the covering up of crimes, the media proudly continued to blow the trumpet for them, making their cause a nation wide, if not world wide, clarion call for justice and fairness. Nancy Pelosi even went so far as to publicly say, “God bless them for their spontaneity. It’s independent … it’s young, it’s spontaneous, and it’s focused.”
When protesters urinated or defecated on the steps of banking institutions or police cars, the media hailed them as champions of the downtrodden and valiant warriors who stood up to “the man”.
The media kept up their worship of the unruly and discontented until their failed crusade gasped it last useless breath.
Fast forward two years.
A failed President reels in amateurish indecision. Unwillingly or incapable of providing leadership to the nation, and Congress specifically, the inexperienced rookie falls back on the only tactics he has ever known: bullying, threats and forcing pain on people less powerful than him.
In a third world effort to exert his dominance, the paper tiger unleashes a series of punishments upon an unwitting country. Knowing that aging veterans are scheduled to visit a memorial that they fought for, and a resting place for the memory of their brothers who died on our behalf, the tantrum throwing man-child slammed the gates closed in their faces.
What the Emperor with no clothes did not realize, (and how could he since he had never known or spent a day serving his country), was that these elderly men had looked death in the face, stared down the barrel of smoking machine guns, had smelt the cordite of smoke and gunpowder while their faces dripped with the coppery scent of their friends’ blood. Gates were not going to stop this possibly final tribute and the veterans pushed through.
Nary a peep was made from the media. Talk through the halls of Capital Hill was little more than a whisper of how a gang of old men dared to defy the rule makers of the land.
Not to be bested, Lord Farquaad had the barriers re-erected and reinforced with wire, ironically, making the Memorial more reminiscent of Nazi Germany than 21st Century America.
Then came the Vietnam Memorial veterans. More warriors that stood up and said that the memory of their fallen brethren was more important than cheap political points made by impotent men.
Learning from the ‘mistake’ they made with the older veterans, the administration of weak willed men hiding behind curtains decided to send a message.
Responding with dictatorial greed, the posers ordered their men, who obviously forgot the oath they took upon assuming their positions, to take these men into custody. Arrest them and lock them away for nothing more serious than trespassing which, in a sane world, would have meant no more than a citation and a request to leave the area.
But this was no longer a sane world and a message had to be sent…so they were rounded up, cuffed and placed in a wagon to be herded off.
And where was the media to stand for the courage and just actions of these men who had fought for their country and were, once again, standing for the right of men to be free?
Anywhere but there.
And this is what it’s like to now ‘live’ in the country once known as ‘the home of the free’.
…can you tell me specifically what military unit(s) have AR-15s as part of their weapons inventory and which fire team members normally carry them?
I’ll be waiting.
Obama’s Organizing For Action Chairman, Jim Messina, on Republican efforts to defund ObamaCare.
But, Jimmie, that’s what they’re trying to do by defunding ObamaCare. I don’t see what your problem is.
…how much feminist support a guy would get if he decided to go out in public wearing a pair of skin tight spandex shorts that accentuated and graphically outlined his penis because it made him “feel good” about himself to do so.
Also, would they still think it appropriate for him to scream, “Stop eye raping me!!” when he caught a girl looking at his ‘out there for everyone to see’ package?
A lot of people have asked me, “TS, why are so many young Muslim men willing to throw away promising lives in the name of Jihad?”
Well, the answer is quite simple.
Like their somewhat less insane, but just as horny, American counterparts, young Islamists are willing to do pretty much anything in order to get a piece of booty.
So imagine what a mentally unhinged horndog will do for at least 70 of them!
I’ll let Saudi cleric Muhammad Ali Shanqiti explain it since, if I did it, I’d just be a virgin shaming, bomb-a-phobic, Islamophobe.
Every Muslim man gets at least two black-eyed virgins in Paradise. Each virgin comes with 70 servants girls. You are permitted [to have sex] with the virgins as well as the servant girls. For every woman from this world who enters Paradise, you get 70 black-eyed virgins.
There are four types of women in Paradise. First, there are the women of this world who enter Paradise. Each one comes with 70 black-eyed virgins. The second type of woman in Paradise is the black-eyed virgin. Each comes with 70 servant girls. These servant girls are the third type. Sorry, there are only three types of women in Paradise.
If you get married in this world, then [in Paradise], you get your wife from this world, along with 70 black-eyed virgins with whom you are allowed to have sex, and each of these 70 virgins comes with 70 servant girls.
So how many women do you get? That’s the minimum.
Now, let’s assume that you are married to four wives, each of whom comes with 70 black-eyed virgins, and each virgin comes with 70 servant girls… How many does it come to? God help you.
Your reunion [with your wife] lasts for 70 earthly years. When the 70 years are about to come to an end, another black-eyed virgin calls to you from above: “Oh servant of Allah, don’t we get a piece of you?”
You turn to her, and you see that she is more beautiful than the woman you are with. You ask her: “Who are you?” and she says: “I’m your virgin in Paradise. Allah told you about me, saying: ‘There is more of them with Us’. I am one of the ‘more’.”
Let me tell ya. Nothing says ‘Heaven’ like a black eyed virgin whose first words out of her young, angelic mouth is “Don’t we get a piece of you?”
Aaaaah Yeah. Allah got them hoe’s goin’ on.