Tuesday, February 20, 2018

Researchers lie. Patients die.


by Angela K. Durden

On February 15, the Washington Post's John Woodrow Cox and Steven Rich wrote: "It is a horrifying statistic. And it is wrong."


What were they talking about? They were talking about an organization called Everytown For Gun Safety (EFGS) that tweeted:


As is my Citizen Journalist's habit, I always let people and organizations speak for themselves. I did the same with EFGS. Come to find out, they have a very specific agenda — and it isn't the safety of our children in schools. What does this opening screenshot from their website tell you about them?



It tells me they believe violence exists because of the gun lobby. EFGS is correct: Thoughts and prayers are not enough to honor victims of any violence. But the ultimate action this organization pushes is to disarm everybody except police and soldiers.

Oh, sure. They say they only want to keep guns out of the hands of criminals by closing loopholes in laws that allow criminals, terrorists (domestic and imported), and those with mental health issues to buy guns.

Hello, EFGS. Those laws already exist. Criminals, terrorists, and crazies don't recognize laws. They will steal from anybody, or purchase from other criminals, what they need. But to push their agenda, EFGS resorts to...well, let's let you decide.

How about this next screenshot from their site? What does it tell your logical mind?


It tells me that if we had this many school shootings since 2013, then we would be living in a war zone. WashPo's Cox and Rich drilled down to how EFGS built their stats and guess what? Go on. I'll give you one guess. Did you guess that the stats were misleading in the extreme? Good for you.

So EFGS lied? Reminds me of medical researchers who claim their data proves Ultimate Solution to Big Health Problem A has been found by them. Big payday to follow, only...

Only the research results cannot be duplicated. Uh, oh. Researchers lied. Patients died.

Obviously, Everytown For Gun Safety is no different. They have an agenda. They love power in their hands. This is their war. And since we know that everything is fair in love and war, it simply follows that they will continue to lie. Oh, and raise money. Which tells us what, boys and girls?




Which tells us they are Commies because they want the power and the money and want you to fund the killing of your ability to defend your freedom. 


Michael Bloomberg's name keeps getting dragged into this organization as a co-founder or backer, and maybe he is. But here is what Bloomberg is against: Illegal guns.

Other than criminals, who isn't against them? 


As a survivor of two armed robberies, one involving a drawn out hostage situation, hell, I'm against illegal guns, too. But who gets to define which guns are legal? Ah...

EFGS, and other P-HWPCDLRSFCs* are against all guns in the hands of law-abiding citizens. In their circular logic, they believe loopholes are the cause of mass shootings and that if these loopholes continue to exist then everybody who wants or has a gun will be capable of doing the shooting or supplying those who will.

We've seen what happens when rogues within governments disarm a populace. 


First, they lie about the need to control something. That something that needs controlloing is always for the protection of the citizens who are powerless against that something. Criminals always seek the easiest opportunity.  Need I say more. Maybe I do.



Here is a Politically Correct Invitation to Bad Guys: Come on. Hurt us. We won't fight back. 





P-HWPCDLRSFC is Pussy-Hat Wearing Politically Correct Democrat Liberal RINO Socialist Fascist Commies

Monday, February 19, 2018

So, have you heard of this thing called "Resistance Genealogy"?

by Angela K. Durden

The psychosis of the politically correct runs deep. We now have something called "Resistance Genealogy" (RG), a new version of public pressure the P-HWPCDLRSFC* has come up with. 

RG says that if you complain about chain migration — Gasp! Horrors! Woe is me! — your genealogy will be researched and your ancestors will be outed if they migrated to this country.

Basically that means that you, here in 2018, have no right to want to keep anybody out of the U.S. if any of your ancestors ever originated from any other country. That's right. You must agree that chain migration is wonderful and perfect and cannot be changed if your ancestors came from somewhere other than the United States.

Well, geez, doesn't it certainly seem that Jennifer Mendelsohn, who started this entire idiotic movement, is a damned Fascist? One could rightly come to that conclusion. Now, you would think that our little Jen, being Jewish, would certainly understand that forcing others to adhere to a party line is definitely a negative, or does she believe the Holocaust is a lie?

As you can see from her tweet here, Jen is forcing, blackmailing, others to agree with her by using force:

Ah, Jen, Jen, Jen! 


Were any of your ancestors Nazi collaborators? Should I do a big ol' search of your genealogical records to find out? If I find out they were, you want to be outed as related to that and if yes, do you want me to force you to change your freedom to spout your opinion? Well?

I'm sure you want me to, after all, your followers certainly want all folks (one would assume that should include you) to "own their immigrant ancestors--warts and all...", right?  Don't believe me that what is being asked of folks? From your own website:



P-HWPCDLRSFC is Pussy-Hat Wearing Politically Correct Democrat Liberal RINO Socialist Fascist Commies

Sunday, February 18, 2018

When Good gets a bellyful, Evil best watch out.

by Angela K. Durden

For several years a lot of people thought I was having an affair with the head of a large company who was my client. I was oblivious about that because I've always had this ability to focus on the task at hand to the exclusion of all else. When I have a job to do, well, I gitterdun.

It's a little something called Customer Service.

I found out about this alleged affair when another man, new to the company, let it slip. To say he "let it slip" would be about like saying Crunk News Network "let it slip" that Trump colluded with Russia. That is to say, the man came right out and said it.

My accuser smirked. He leered. He looked me up and down like I was a piece of cheap white trash and all he had to do was snap his fingers and he, too, could get some of the free stuff. When I told him he was wrong, he scoffed. "After all," he said to me, "You are a nobody. There is no way you would have us as a client if you weren't f***ing [the big boss]."

Allowing him opportunity to back peddle graciously, I stared a hole through him and attempted to get on with the meeting. He took my stare as confirmation of my easiness and proceeded with more insulting language. After disabusing the man of his notion of getting whatever goodies he thought he was going to get, I left the meeting.

All these years and people thought that?


This attitude was not shown to me by location managers and other employees. Their attitude was always happiness to see me because I delivered great customer service. They never had to worry that what I did for them would be wrong or late. I made them look good and helped even when it was not my core reason for being there. 

But, upper management was another story. From the time I was openly accused of the affair, every meeting I was in was tense — for me, at least. I now looked at the responses of the upper management I had to deal with. And sure enough. There it was. A simpering tolerance of me. Not based on the awesome job I was doing for the company and the amount of money I was helping them save, but on the fact that I would not have had this gig if it hadn't been for the spreading of the legs — or the getting down on the knees. 

Reputation: What does that mean?


Who sets the reputation for another? Obviously, my reputation was not up to me in this instance because my real actions were completely ignored in favor of oft-repeated titillating gossip.

That is why I distrust headlines that smack of lurid gossip, and I do not pass them along until the person in question admits to it or accumulated and verified evidence is overwhelming. 

Sex is a tool used by both males and females for manipulation. You know this. 

I was a faithful wife, a good mother, and a loyal friend. After having set up a business in which I was dependent on people relying on my smarts and abilities...well, I can just say that I felt stupid that I had let my guard down and believed that each smile from the bigwigs was genuine. 

I beat myself up that I had not paid more attention to the swirling drama around my public reputation because, frankly, the signs of the belief in my sexy customer service skills had always been there. 

Still, the question is this: Would my knowing have made a difference in the final outcome of the situation?


I think not. Once I found out about the alleged affair, I became distracted from the task at hand. Who was involved in this project? How should I approach them now? Whereas before I had a freedom of speech based on my belief they knew I was trustworthy, I now had to watch each word and gesture, parsing their meanings through a new filter. 

Let me tell you, that is hard to do. Takes a lot of energy. Sucks the joy out of a body. Makes one want to hide. But like anyone with a strong will who is under sustained attack will do, one comes up with new strategies for dealing with the enemy. When the enemy comes out in the open, then one can see their plans in their entirety. 

I felt sorry for myself for awhile, even scared, but eventually I hunkered down and studied the situation. I grew up having to use psychological warfare every day with my mother and stepfather. I had hoped I would not have to use it again once I left their home. 

But I dusted off the old skills and became bolder. That confused the hell out of those desperate, in-debt-to-their-eyeballs, ladder climbers. 

But it wasn't fun. 


See, good people don't like to play those games. Which is why evil people believe good people are weak, are suckers, are stupid, are lazy. Which is why evil people always believe they are strong and smart. Explains politics, especially these days, doesn't it? MSM pushes headline after alleging headline.

Collusion! Affairs! Golden showers! 

Minimally, let's talk about acronym agencies lying to FISA courts. Let's talk about the wannabe dynasty called Clinton and their bought and paid for fake dossiers. Let's talk about the DNC burning Bernie. Let's talk about Tech Giants taking money from foreign governments and using their algorithms to be duped into subverting another nation's political process and sow discord. 

Oh, the fun we are having watching them squirm because...

...let me tell you, when Good gets a bellyful, Evil best watch out.   




Saturday, February 17, 2018

I Saw it on TV

Music History 101: 1954 Radio-TV trade magazine ads for PROs.

Durden onstage with Joe Gransden, Alan Dynin,
Craig Shaw, and unknown drummer at
Venkman's in Midtown Atlanta. 
by Angela K. Durden

A friend sent me a link to a PDF of a trade industry magazine for radio and TV. Inside was a nine-page write-up for ASCAP's fortieth anniversary. Included in the issue were ads for SESAC and BMI, the other two American performing rights organizations.

The music business is messy, and rapid advances in technology have made the business messier still.

However, I thought you would enjoy these old ads. Here are screensnips. The first is a letter of congratulations from President Eisenhower.











Friday, February 16, 2018

In defense of Neal Portnow, Grammy chief



Angela Durden, singer, songwriter,
and defender of Grammy CEO Neal Portnow.
by Angela K. Durden


As a member of the Grammy organization, on February 15, 2018, I received an email from the Executive Committee on behalf of the Board in which was a link to a letter to the members apologizing on behalf of the CEO and President, Mr. Neal Portnow. 

[You can read that letter in full here.]

It took the Executive Committee exactly 780 words to tie Portnow to the tracks and let the Radical Feminist train destroy him. 

I found an article on Variety.com that summarized his grave sin and the open letter to Portnow from 21 female music business executives, all of whom I assume are hard-charging and powerful.  

In reply to a question asked by a reporter as to how women can move forward in the music industry, Portnow was accused of making a comment that "was spectacularly wrong and insulting...." [You can read that letter in its entirety here.]

But what did Portnow say that was so wrong? He said women "who want to be musicians, engineers, producers, and want to be part of the industry on the executive level [need] to step up."

And just like that, Neal Portnow is a woman-hating and LGBTQ-phobe pariah. 


"Step up." Portnow did not say anything else. He left it to the women to decide how they could do that because Portnow is an enlightened male who believes that women are strong and smart and powerful and can make it happen. 

Certainly these 21 accusers do that everyday, and would readily admit they worked hard to get where they are.

But, no. These women, powerful in their own right, had to pitch a hissy fit and call names and accuse Neal of wrongdoing, and took 562 words to do it. Why would they and the Grammy Board crucify Portnow so swiftly and thoroughly?

Something in this whole story stinks.


While I've disagreed with Neal on certain things (EX: Grammy on the Hill is a waste of time and organization resources and does not solve the real problem of protection of creatives' rights), I have never questioned Portnow's sincerity in wanting what is best for his industry and, most notably, those who are creatives.

I'll give you my opinion on this matter. Since I've been a member of Grammy for several years, talk to many winners and board members, and read everything about the organization I get my hands on, I believe this opinion to be accurate.

Therefore, I am almost certain we are seeing a power grab nicely timed to take advantage of the #MeToo movement that has quickly devolved to a damn warlock hunt. I can almost guarantee that somewhere behind the scenes, Neal rightly trod some nasty and sensitive female toes who hatched a payback plan and served up vengeance cold.

What are the music business' bigger problems?


These 21 powerful women are fully aware that all artists and songwriters — whether Indie or signed — and Independent and small publishers are screwed over every day of the week and three times on Sunday. When it comes to ownership of intellectual property rights, payment of earned royalties, 360 Deals, and more, The Majors, The Bigs, and Tech Giants have stolen, cheated, lied, and maybe even murdered their way to quarterly earnings statements stockholders love.

Everybody knows this. Books have been written on the subject.

And Neal Portnow is the bad guy? I think not.


Women are conflicted.


Women march in the streets and send letters and share cute hashtags that say "We Are Strong and Creative and Smart!" and "Men! You Must Accept That We Are Strong and Creative and Smart!"

So when a man finally says, "Yeah, you are strong, so find a solution", women want men to find the solution as they continue to complain no solution has been found. Whiners.

The problem, though, is that women have not defined what the real problem is in the music business. They want men to guess. They want men to define the problem so they can disagree with them and call them names and blame the man for their failure.

I know more men who failed to succeed in the music business than there are women who have ever tried to get in it. Look. The music business is extremely difficult even if there were no dirty deeds. It's because we are all jockeying for position for a limited amount of ticket and merch dollars.

But another little dirty secret is this: There is a massive amount of women who want to be rewarded for feeling creative, but they don't want to do the work to make it happen.

Uh, oh. Angela just stepped in it.


Call me a liar. Call me a traitor to the Women's Movement. Call me whatever you want. But guess what? I've seen it now for over six years, up close and personal. I've made business appointments with women who call themselves Artists and they do not show up. One women kept calling and rescheduling but did not show up six times in a row. By the third time she punked out on me, I simply wanted to see how long she would play her game.

She fell silent for three years, then here it came: Hi, let's get together and do a project.

I did not reply.

I've talked to a lot of production facilities and producers who hate working with the Female Artist because they cannot be relied upon to show up, or if they do show up, they aren't prepared. These folks cannot believe I come prepared and ready to work. And I'm on time, if not early. They love it. Then they tell me about how they hate working with women, even as work-for-hire, because they don't show up.

Sure, there are some men who are unreliable, too, but I've had more women stand me up than men. Of every project I've been involved in, only two had women and they showed up because I paid them damn good money to sing as a work-for-hire. Though they had ample opportunity to be prepared, neither came ready to work, thus increasing studio time costs and pushing my schedule behind.

So, Mr. Portnow, if you are reading this — and I hope you do — please know that one female is proud of you for telling women to find a solution to the problem. You did not do anything wrong. The Board members are weenies. I bet I don't get invited to re-up next year. And, with that, I leave you the following video:




Tuesday, February 13, 2018

Feb 11, 2018 — RIP, Vic Damone


When they begin the beguine
It brings back the sound of music so tender
It brings back a night of tropical splendor
It brings back a memory ever green
I'm with you once more under the stars
And down by the shore an orchestra's playing
And even the palms seem to be swaying
When they begin the beguine
To live it again is past all endeavor
Except when that tune clutches my heart
And there we are, swearing to love forever
And promising never, never to part
What moments divine, what rapture serene
The clouds came along to disperse the joys we had tasted
And now when I hear people curse the chance that was wasted
I know but too well what they mean
So don't let them begin the beguine
Let the love that was once a fire remain an ember
Let it sleep like the dead desire I only remember
When they begin the beguine
O yes, let them begin the beguine, make them play
Till the stars that were there before return above you
Till you whisper to me once more: "Darling, I love you!"
And we suddenly know what heaven we're in
When they begin the beguine
Songwriters: COLE PORTER
Begin The Beguine lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.








Hello. My name is Angela and I am powerless over...

I hide my addiction and
powerlessness well.
I know. I am living a lie,
but what can I do about it?
by Angela K. Durden

I am ashamed to admit it, but chasing after my next hit of cheese has been the main theme of my life. I once drove from the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains in Georgia to the state's capital city to buy ten pounds of the most pure sharp cheddar you can imagine. My eyes still glaze over when I think of those highs.

Anyway, I had to pay for the gas I just pumped. What was I going to do? I watched as, one after another, people exited the convenience store.

Finally, I said, "Hey, buddy. Pssst...over here."

He leered at me. I said, "So...ummm...I've got something mighty powerful you might like...[I gestured nonchalantly]...in the back seat." I lifted my eyebrows and slowly sucked air between my teeth on the inhale.

He smiled bigger and drawled, "Oh, yeah, suhweet baybee? And just what might that be, littul laydee?"

"Oh, honey," says I, "you are gonna like this." I opened the back door, picked up a corner of a blanket covering a cooler. Lifted the lid so he could get a peek. His semi-sexy leer dropped away and he licked his lips.

Can I pick a fellow addict out of a crowd, or what? I sold two pounds of it to him for just enough to fill my tank. He was desperate and I got a price above market.

Once [tee-hee-hee] I sneaked three cubes of cheese into a music concert at The Tabernacle in downtown Atlanta. It was missed in a cursory search. Security may have been a bit lax because the band was not a former or upcoming Grammy winner though at the time hopes were high. Still, they were good. Who was the band? Let me think...

Well, you know what they say? If you remember it, you weren't there.

And then there was this other time [hahahahahahahaha] I got some primo product past a TSA agent coming out of the BVA. Ah, yes...good times. But, that's what we addicts do, right? Take chances because that just increases the high.

However, all that is nothing compared to what I did regularly at home.
I peddled cheese to my children.
Yes! I did. And was not ashamed of it.

I sneaked sheets of flat cheese into their sandwiches, and poured a semi-solid version of it over hot macaroni. I sprinkled a dried form of it over their spaghetti, and shredded hard blocks of it, piling two pounds high atop pizza, then melting it, for Gods sake, so that it would string out and we could make a game of it.

But wait. It gets worse.

To entice the children and my husband further into my addiction, once I cut the cheese into little cubes and placed each atop a Ritz cracker covered in liquid yellow mustard. One huge full platter of it I placed in front of them. To keep them from questioning what Mother was doing, distraction came in the form of a movie on the new TV I won in a grocery store giveaway.

The color on that set was Un. Be. Leev. Abul. As God is my witness, my husband, daughter, and children had no idea I took them for a trip around the bay. No worries. We got back the same day.

But, what kind of a mother does that? 


Tell me. Still, the question is: I know I am addicted to cheese, but why? That answer is now here thanks to researchers at the University of Michigan.

Let me publicly thank U of M for revealing that cheese contains a chemical found in addictive drugs. It is called casein and is found in all dairy products, though mostly cheese is the worst as it is so highly concentrated. Pound for pound, cheese has ten times more of the offending chemical than milk.

"It can trigger the brain’s opioid receptors, producing a feeling of euphoria linked to those of hard drug addiction," reports the Standard.com.uk.

They say the first step is admitting. Well...here goes.


"Hello. My name is Angela and I am powerless over cheese."


As of today, my drugs of choice, fully stocked in the fridge. 

There. I've admitted it publicly. Step One is done. Now you and the whole world knows why my life has always been so unmanageable.

But Step Two is problematic. If you can tell me what is more powerful than cheese, I sure would appreciate it because supposedly that will be the only thing to restore me to sanity.





Sunday, February 11, 2018

Beware blind patriotism

by Angela K. Durden



Call me contrary (others have), but I've always refused to do what I am told when they say I must because they simply want me to. If they say I have to do it to prove I am a thing/category they hold important, then I double down on my stance — even if I agree with them. 

I do this because I believe in the Constitution and the Bill of Rights as they were written and intended to be understood by the framers: As the right to stand up against and say no to anyone who requires me to agree with them because they are stronger than or threaten me with sanctions if I don't. How dare they?

That is the problem with blind patriotism. Blind patriotism believes that the act of obedience (or disobedience) itself is proof of intent. That couldn't be farther from the truth.

I am not an enemy of my country. But I am, more accurately, a citizen of God's Kingdom and it is to Him I owe my allegiance. So if a country requires me to go against God in order to prove I won't harm them, then the choice is clear: They can go to hell in a hand basket, but I will not do as they ask.

Some folks are reading this and they are saying, "Now, Angela, you are sounding like you don't stand for anything. You sound like you are against me, patriot that I am."

To that I say, "Heck, no. I support the founding documents of this country, and I am proud when my country helps the politically and religiously downtrodden."

My refusal to be told how I can prove that support is, in point of fact, a way to keep the Constitution and Bill of Rights safe and strong.

As a case in point, think Germany in the years between The Great War and World War Two. German citizens gave in to Hitler, believing his promises without examining the fine print of that agreement. We know how that turned out.

Six million Jews were killed in the Holocaust because of blind patriotism. But did you know there were 6.5 million non-Jews killed for other reasons? Yes, for instance —

Many, with no choice in the matter included other groups singled out by the Nazis such as homosexual men, including any in Hitler's armies. Dead or tortured. Then there was the physically and mentally disabled. And the national groups of Poles and other Slavic peoples, and members of political opposition groups. Like Jews, Roma Gypsies were arrested and killed because of their race. Black children were sterilized as a matter of course. Tortured in experiments or killed outright and nothing they could do about it.

But there were others who did have choices and they chose resistance to blind patriotism. The reasons varied, but they were:

Any non-Jew married to a Jew had to choose between divorce or death. Most chose death because they would not cave to being told they could not stay married to the one they loved and would not cave to blind patriotism.

French Resistance
How about all those courageous resisters of Hitler who operated underground in every European country and Germany? These resisters included children, teens, and adults, and male and female. If caught, they were imprisoned, tortured, and executed, yet they would not cave to blind patriotism.

Thousands of individual Catholic priests and Christian pastors, often going against their own church’s high leadership, refused to support Hitler and were imprisoned and tortured, some killed, for their troubles. Again, these would not cave to blind patriotism.

And then there was one group in particular, Jehovah’s Witnesses. They were the only group offered opportunity to sign a declaration of allegiance to Hitler that would grant them freedom and they could get their homes and jobs back. That declaration, however, included renouncing allegiance of God. They refused and upwards of 5000 were killed in the concentration camps. 200 Witness men were tried by the German War Court and executed for refusing to serve in Hitler’s armies. They would not cave to blind patriotism.

In September 1936, an international convention of Jehovah’s Witnesses was held in Switzerland. There a resolution condemning the entire Nazi regime was voted on and issued. The text of it, as well as other literature brought into Germany and distributed through underground means by them, indicted the Third Reich, and strongly denounced Hitler’s campaigns of persecution against German Jews, as well as Nazi "savagery" toward Communists, and the remilitarization of Germany, the Nazification of schools and universities, all Nazi propaganda, and the regime's overall assault on mainstream churches. Hitler swore to eradicate them from out of Germany. Hitler was unsuccessful.

All these groups above were good citizens of their countries and communities who paid their taxes, obeyed the laws, owned businesses, were dependable employees, supported their families and helped their friends. They may have differed in religious beliefs, but they would not be told to do or support what was harmful.

Because of them and their extensively documented resistance to the force that blind patriotism can wield, we who study history can stand firm against evil wherever it is found.

Beware the temporary pleasure that blind patriotism can bring because at its tail is a sting that brings dictators, and Socialism, Communism, and Fascism, and destroys the very freedom it says it loves.
Polish Resistance





Saturday, February 10, 2018

Just Another Night (live)

Lay Down (Candles in the Rain) - Album Version

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Thursday, February 8, 2018

Selfies at Sunrise: Angela Durden and Alan Dynin


Original Country song by Angela K. Durden and Alan Dynin.
January 27, 2018 concert at the famous 
Red Light Café in Midtown Atlanta
Vocals by Angela. Piano, Alan.

A song about murder — I Walk the Line: Angela Durden and Alan Dynin




Original song by Angela K. Durden.
January 27, 2018 concert at the famous 
Red Light Café in Midtown Atlanta
Vocals by Angela. Piano, Alan Dynin.


The politics of entitlement

by Angela K. Durden

When a person believes they are entitled, a certain self-delusion sets in. Then again, maybe the self-delusion was always there and that led them to feeling entitled.

No matter which comes first, the two end up walking hand in hand until eventually they both walk off a cliff and die.

In the meantime, the smart self-deluded and entitled person will invite others into the same play in order to be surrounded by fawning acolytes and willing soldiers.

In all cases, entitlement and self-delusion lead to a lot of evil and dirty deeds  — and done not so dirt cheap, either — designed to destroy the enemy.

This is exactly what happened with Hillary Clinton. Here are only some of the more recent — but certainly not even a complete list of — dirty deeds deployed and designed to destroy freedom and liberty:
  • DNC rigs Democratic Primary Election so that Bernie will lose nomination and Hilliary can win. Lots of people watch The Bern burn and seethe. 
  • At Obama's direction, his administration begins illegal surveillance on Trump, his family and transition team, and many others associated with him.
  • In advance, Hilliary is given debate questions with Trump; oopsey is claimed.
  • The DNC pays for fabricated dossier aimed to destroy Trump.
  • A former television personality releases a piece of film that does not belong to him but wherein Trump makes the point that when you have money, women will let you grab them even in the you-know-where. MSM is shocked! 
  • The Obama Administration illegally taps Trump and team.
  • To cover their butts after the fact, the DNC and the Obama administration collude with intelligence agencies in the illegal actions of lying to the Foreign Intelligence Surveillance Court by supplying fraudulent evidence to get a warrant to tap all-things-Trump. 
  • Hillary loses general election to Trump, and is shocked and angry. Bill is happy but won't admit it. Clinton Foundation donations come to a screeching halt.
  • Ol' Hill did not lose fair and square, say Obama and acolytes. So, in the last days of his term, Obama orders an investigation into Russian meddling in US national elections because Ol' Hill, the smartest woman in the room, couldn't have lost the election herself, doncha know.
  • Ol' Hill runs around blaming everybody for her loss but herself, making more enemies, burning bridges, and digging her grave. 
  • The Democratic Party plays what it believes to be its "ace in the hole": The ginned-up and fake scandal that Trump colluded with Russia to win the election. There is no evidence or proof, but that does not stop mainstream media from talking about it nonstop. 
  • One Huffington Post columnist goes so far as to say in print that after the trial to confirm his guilt, Trump must be executed. Claiming free speech rights, people hang Trump in effigy, and an artist "beheads" Trump then has a Z-lister female comedian hold that head in photo shoot. (That comedian loses all her bookings and complains that it's all Trumps fault she can't get a gig.)



  • In a classic "Squirrel!" technique to keep everybody looking away from entitled elites who remain intent on destroying Trump and to keep self-deluded butts out of jail, the MSM continues to repeat the lies even as the Clinton cabal falls apart.
  • Social media streams fill with anti-Trump rhetoric that, when boiled down to its essence, is against freedom, liberty, and justice for all citizens — and the ranters don't even understand that.

Tech and social media giants claim to be worried about "fake news" and build algorithms that attempt to shut down everything except the fake news they agree with — which just happens to support Obama, Clintons, Mainstream Media, Socialism, Fascism, and Communism. 

But the rise of the Citizen Journalist continues.


Wednesday, February 7, 2018

Jonesin' For Ya: Angela Durden and Alan Dynin



Original Jazz song by Angela K. Durden.
January 27, 2018 concert at the famous 
Red Light Café in Midtown Atlanta
Vocals by Angela. Piano, Alan Dynin.

Hump Day Quickie: Happy Birthday notifications

by Angela K. Durden
Technology inventor protecting creator's copyrights. Business writer, novelist, songwriter, and Citizen Journalist.




The other day, I posted this on that portal we've all come to love and hate, also known as Facebook. 

A friend of mine said he used to get Facebook to send out birthday notifications for him six times a year. He said none of his friends who wished him a happy-happy ever noticed they were doing it six times each year. Then one day Facebook stopped him from changing his birthday, so he chose his birthday as sometime in April...

1922.


Hump Day: Frampton's Camel - Do You Feel Like We Do?

Tuesday, February 6, 2018

It's a good thing I changed the headline to this article.

by Angela K. Durden

Glenn Harlan Reynolds, Opinion columnist for USAToday.com wrote:

"I’ve been watching a lot of institutions fail lately, from Hollywood, to the news media, to the NFL and ESPN, to political parties and academia, and I see a common factor. The problem is that whatever job its members are supposed to be doing at the moment, our ruling class cares more about what the rest of the ruling class thinks about it, than about the job it’s supposed to be doing. The result, quite often, is a debacle."

Harlan also called them inbred. That led to me coming up with headlines for this article that, as soon as they were written and I laughed out loud, clearly would paint a target on my chest for no good reason.

So I changed them. 

No. I will not tell you what they were, but with inbred as a topic, you can well imagine the fun I was having at the expense of all terrorists around the globe — and I would not have been lying, either.

Which reminds me of Queen Victoria, not that she was inbred, but that she was an elite who had no clue about what regular folks cared about or their experiences. What I like about Queen V is this: She was willing to learn. And once she learned, she was willing to adapt and change and help.

Queen V knew she was inexperienced, readily admitted bad decisions, rectified those, and took steps to get the proper experience that would benefit the citizens of her realm. 

Mother of the Year she was not, but a damn fine monarch she proved to be. 

Nobody likes a lecture from on high delivered by a self-appointed and self-righteous preacher. Reminds me of a poem called "The Preacher's Mistake" by William Croswell Doane. It goes like this in part:

The parish priest
of austerity,
climbed up in a high church steeple
to be nearer God,
so that he might hand
His word down to His people.

MORE VERSES HERE, THEN THE LAST TWO VERSES SAY:

And in sermon script
he daily wrote
what he thought was sent from heaven,
and he dropped this down
on his people's heads
Two times one day in seven.

In his age God said,
"Come down and die!"
And he cried out from the steeple,
"Where art though, Lord?"
And the Lord replied,
"Down here among my people."


The Tinfoil Hat Song

Grab Yer Tinfoil Hat - Market Crash Edition

by Kim D.

Pull out those shiny hats and put em on. It's tinfoil hat time and no one would be wrong to suspect that the stock market sinks lower today. It was just last Tuesday at the SOTU address that President Trump reported that the American economy was humming along and the stock market was rocking in a "big league" way.

Now the liberal news cycle has something to screech about so expect non-stop coverage of financial doom and gloom. Make no doubt this will be to spook the average investors into a selling freak out in order to lock in whatever gains they can. So on Twitter, the trolling begins.


Ahhhh fun times. So today you will hear optimists say now is the time to buy while the doomsdayers try to ramp up the panic with their "sky is falling" propaganda. And the truth, as always, is somewhere in the middle. The market has been signaling a correction for some time now, despite a manipulated prop that has allowed those in charge to keep kicking the can down the road and inflating larger bubbles.

So while you are wearing that tinfoil hat today, listen to all the talking points. Perhaps I'll be wrong, but my prediction is that chatter about Nunes Memo and the questions of deep-state corruption will be muted. That is until the Democrats release their counter memo and we are all chasing the squirrel in an altogether different direction.

I'm with Deplorable Tommy on this one. 

Have you read the FISA Memo?

by Angela K. Durden

Have you read the FISA memorandum? Further, have you read the letter from Donald "The Hammer" Trump's counsel on the release of it?

If not, then you are in for a treat. [Download here.]** Clear writing and a concise timeline of the overall facts by the Department of Justice and the Federal Bureau of Investigation of the abuses of the Foreign Intelligence Surveillance Act.

Lying and double-dealing by a whole passel of P-HWPCDLRSFCs. All of it meant to destroy the integrity of the democratic process, paid for by DNC and Hillary Clinton, in order to get Ol' Hill elected so she could keep promises to donors to the Clinton Foundation Fund.

Am I unhappy about the dirty deeds? Yes. Am I pleased the situation memo was released? Yes. But what do we learn from this? We learn that when we let the foxes watch the hen house our supply of eggs dries up.

In other words, when P-HWPCDLRSFC run the show, freedoms and protections are destroyed, and citizens are screwed.


P-HWPCDLRSFC is Pussy-Hat Wearing Politically Correct Democrat Liberal RINO Socialist Fascist Commies

** If for some reason you cannot download the file, shoot me an email and I'll send it to you. angeladurden@msn.com 

Monday, February 5, 2018

Gallow's End: Angela Durden, Alan Dynin, and Ted Pettus



Original song by Angela K. Durden.
January 27, 2018 concert at the famous 
Red Light Café in Midtown Atlanta
Vocals by Angela. Piano, Alan Dynin.
Harmonica, Ted Pettus.

Monday Mentions and Memos

by Angela K. Durden
Technology inventor protecting creator's copyrights. Business writer, novelist, songwriter, and Citizen Journalist.


From David Cornwell, aka John le Carré:

If you're growing up in a chaotic world without reason, 
your instinct is to became a performer 
and control the circumstances around you. 
You lead from weakness into strength, 
you have an undefended back.

Sunday, February 4, 2018

Better cancel that order for your new yoga pants, you White Colonization-Loving Racist Pig you.

by Angela K. Durden


From the files of "I swear I did not make this up", it seems that doing the downward-facing dog is the same as telling people of color to kiss my pretty, white, ruling-class, privileged ass, and give up their civilization and culture while they are at it.

Now white people have to learn to "decolonize" their stretching routine?

And here we have yet another Proudly Brown professor and a white Social Justice Warrior, Shreena Gandhi and Lillie Wolff of Michigan's Kalamazoo College, trying to lay a guilt trip on me?

I am a practitioner of stretching. It is a complicated routine that involves moves from the ancient art of yoga, as well as some suggested by Mr. Joseph Pilates, a German emigré, and some I've seen done by cheerleaders as they warm up for the big game. See? I have pom-poms and everything.


Gandhi
Wolff
Of course, Shreena and Lillie do not want us privileged white folk to give up being healthy.

To the so many white people who practice yoga, please don’t stop, but please do take a moment to look outside of yourself and understand how the history of yoga practice in the United States is intimately linked to some of the larger forces of white supremacy.

I have a better idea, girls: Get outraged about something that really matters like...oh, I don't know, just off the top of my head here, corrupted FBI leadership and other Deep State actors who have been systematically gutting the protections afforded citizens of the US by the Constitution and Bill of Rights.

If you were to do that, then I might take you seriously. As it is, you're just poseurs looking for free profile marketing opportunities in your search for job security and ego-stroking faculty meetings.