Monday, April 1, 2019

Richard North Patterson delivers a beaut of a whine: It's all Trump's fault!


At it again...all for you.


by Angela K. Durden
The Most Brilliant Woman in the World


In the March 31, 2019, issue on TheAtlantic.com, a novelist, attorney, and political commentator blamed the dismal state of his writing career on the president. That's right, folks. The Donald's insistence on standing firm for his beliefs and what is right and proper has made it nigh on impossible to write a novel anymore.

Therefore, Richard North Patterson turned his full-time attention to political commentary because — and here I quote him verbatim from his own article — "The aim of the novelist is to enlist others in his fantasies, immersing them in an alternative reality so emotionally compelling that they willingly suspend disbelief. Trump has dangerously conflated this sort of storytelling with real-life presidential leadership, casting himself in the role of the archetypal savior-hero, battling the forces of evil. He’s our first novelist in chief."

What RNP isn't tell you is that...

...the bottom fell out of the publishing biz good and proper, and nobody is buying enough of his books anymore to make the time spent writing one worth his while. I bet you ten dollars his publisher did not renew his contract and he realized self-publishing was damn hard work, so he went into commenting upon all things political. He did not turn to political commentary because Trump became novelist in chief, though reading the column he wrote would lead one to believe that. 

That's called branding spin. 

Nope. RNP turned to commentating in 2015, getting spots on various #CrunkNewsNetwork shows and placing his words in blatantly Liberal publications, all of whom mention he is a novelist with 20 published books to his name and he's an attorney, too, so he's really, really smart, you should listen to him because he agrees with us. 

That is called soft advertising married to delusion.


That Patterson is jumping in now with this negative spin on Trump should come as no surprise.

Hilariously, RNP complained that Trump got $3 billion worth of media coverage for free and said that made him unique amongst all candidates. Geez, I guess RNP forgot all about the first "social media president" who got that ball started. Frankly, Trump was simply the recipient of Obama's failed presidencies. Had Obama not done such a terrible job so openly, not as many people would've cared about Trump. 

Conveniently, RNP does not mention the dollar amount of the decades-long fawning and doting of Barack and Hillary and Nancy & Co. et alia by what has been called Mainstream Media. We know them as the three-letter networks and their morning and evening news shows, cable "news" shows, late night comedians on networks, and print media, too, all featuring a staggering rotation of politicians, pundits, and pinheads delivering anti-American FLOTSAM* talking points 24/7/365-and-a-¼.

Truthfully, not as many would've needed Trump — or as I call him: The Hammer — if there was not The Enemy Within, a fifth column, operating so blatantly. The Hammer is a man uniquely suited for the time. All the things Patterson cited as negatives in Trump, are the very things that make a great leader out of a flawed man in a tough situation. Things like: 

  • Speaking against Evil and
  • Firing back at Black Hats while
  • Not backing down from Desperadoes so the 
  • Little Guy is protected, and being
  • Willing to suffer for what is Right and Good and 
  • Able to see trouble coming from the horizon,
  • In effect practicing The Art of War, which brings back 
  • respect for Law and Order so the
  • Community can now move forward magnificently.

A hard man has always been needed when times are hard and the enemy has no conscience. 

When the going gets tough, the tough get going. And when the tough get going, good people will be heartened and the fight will be on. Because, while claiming otherwise, one thing RNP fails to understand is real life battle. While one man can make a difference, he can only do it alone in novels and movies. 


So, Richard North Patterson, maybe you should get your head out of your fictional world and join the real world. See what is really happening and why. It's for your own good I tell you this, sir, because writers are the first ones dictators come after when they get in power. You may believe you curry favor with the Deep State by agreeing with them and writing so pretty about it, but you would be wrong. You are not in the protected class. You are an expendable minion when it becomes necessary for them to consolidate power and your services are no longer required. 



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Friday, March 29, 2019

The silent coup will soon turn into a pretty little Civil War.


At it again...all for you.

by Angela K. Durden
The Most Brilliant Woman in the World
Business writer.  Songwriter.  Protecting creator's copyrights. 

My editor has a keen eye when it comes to calling it like it is.

"Angela," he said to me the other day, "you want to know the difference between Democrats and Republicans? It's this: Democrats know they are at war and they will not be swayed from seeking their Socialist and Communist ideological goals."

Until everyone else understands that the current mess cannot be solved with mere logic, appeals to reason, and respect of Law, P-HWPCDLRSFCs* will continue to lie and pitch fits and call names — in other words, wage a non-stop campaign of disinformation.

As I write, what we now know was a silent coup, is now our pretty little Civil War — and it is ramping up to be ugly. Blamed for the ugly will be anyone who disagrees with the leadership and social justice foot soldiers of the P-HWPCDLRSFC. This is to be expected. 

What was not expected by those who are motivated by logic and reason and who hold the Law in high-esteem, were the depths to which the P-HWPCDLRSFC would go — and who they had on their team. One cannot prepare for what one does not know exists. Preparations for this campaign of disinformation put everyone at a disadvantage for a long time.

We read the newspapers and we watched the news believing these institutions to be above the fray. Believing their reporting and analyses and prognostications to be well-thought through, thrown against the dual gauntlets of Logic and Reason, and always scrutinized under the watchful eye of protecting Constitutional freedoms.

"War? What war?" was said by people on both sides of the war. "There is no war. Nobody's trying to subvert the very basis of freedom in this country." Regular folks on all sides could not fathom the idea. Regular folks were plied with disinformation campaigns and told these were all about Fairness and Equality and Diversity and Caring For All. And just like that, the Constitution and Bill of Rights were on their way to becoming toothless paper tigers.

Only a few saw this as the beginning of the disinformation campaign that began in earnest in the mid 1960s. When we spoke up, we were laughed down by everybody. Those not laughing, but smiling nonetheless, were the secret generals rewriting history. Who did they employ? Publishers and senior editors and serious journalists of and in newspapers and news and business magazines, and owners of broadcast companies and producers and talking heads of television and radio news and talk shows. 

With the submission in March 2019 of the Mueller Report to Attorney General Barr, the soldiers of the coup were openly identified. No, their identities were not illegally unmasked. They proudly self-identified as members of the cabal, doubling down on their two-year narrative by turning on Mueller, one of their own. P-HWPCDLRSFCs thought nothing of this as they know that all is fair in love and war.

And P-HWPCDLRSFCs love. Oh yes. Love of power for self-promotion and illicit financial gain. Love of war meant to destroy not protect. Some P-HWPCDLRSFCs lead the way, clear-eyed, while others follow obediently never questioning, never asking why they scream slogans of hate. 

And that is how this silent coup is turning into a pretty little Civil War. Those who aren't politically correct. Who don't wear pussy hats. Who do see the big picture. Who are concerned for the safety of all citizens. Yes, these folks might be late to the battle, but some are already here and more are coming. 


One thing Democrats (that is, Socialists and Communists in hiding) do not understand — and, frankly, never will get — is that most of the people in America are not Pussy-Hat Wearing Politically Correct Liberal Democrat RINO Socialist Fascist Commies whose claims to fame and moral superiority are being caring and woke. 

They will not change their minds. 
They will not change their ways. 
They will not quit voluntarily. 
They will fight to their death like a cornered rat in a dead-end, trash-strewn dirty alley.

They do not understand the concepts and protections afforded to anyone who truly believes all can think and believe anything they like and more power to them. Until...

Until, that is, a line is crossed and these coup pushers get the big head and outgrow their britches. You see, these fomentationists mistake good manners and patience for yellow-belly cowering and always are surprised when citizens come up against them and let the Constitution do its job. That surprise leads to them doubling down on their stand as they bump up against the growing crowd of those who cherish what freedom really is and welcome the role it plays in our faith, family, and future.

And that is why it is turning ugly. Do not be afraid of the ugliness you see. Do not allow yourself to be scared into quietness by the gnashing of their ideologue teeth. This is war. One side fights to destroy freedom. The other side must fight to protect it. 



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Tuesday, March 26, 2019

Commas be gone: Essay from "Conversations in Hyperreality"

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[Author Note: Be sure to read the embedded footnotes. You will thank me for saving you a ton of scrolling.]

It is my intention to write this entire essay without the use of a comma. Neither shall I use a semicolon since part of it is made from the comma. Don’t get me wrong. I love commas. We are besties. A well-placed comma can turn a convoluted sentence into a thing of beauty.

Why am I writing this essay without a comma? It is simple. I love a challenge. Writers often get their kicks in the most esoteric of fashions that totally confuse the rest of the world. But the other reason I’m avoiding commas is this:

Commas are so misused and misunderstood as to be ridiculous. To start a fight in a bar all one need do is say “Anyone not using the Oxford Comma is a pussy!” I’ve done this. The fight lasted two hours and involved many men drinking lots of beer and wine and pounding on the bar while hollering “You don’t believe in the Oxford Comma? YOU SUMBITCH! Ain’t that right? Angela? He’s a sumbitch. Ain’t that right?” After which I hollered back. “That’s right, Baby! Sock ‘em a good one for me. Baby, you hear me? Sock ‘em. Sock ‘em good!”

The place hadn’t seen such madness before or since. Which totally surprised me because we were in Decatur, neighbor to and northeast of Atlanta by a skosh. Atlanta/Decatur is home to certain institutions of higher learning who say they value punctuation. Agnes Scott. Emory. Georgia Tech. Georgia State. And one seminary who clings to a certain comma because without it they would have to change their doctrine and that’s all I’m gonna say about that. Wouldn’t you think that with these four university-slash-colleges in such proximity that surely to heaven a fight over commas in a bar would have already broken out? 

Then again…we are talking Decatur where the men vote Blue and are genteel and learned and practice the art of disagreement by writing a paper and getting it published and the women are lesbians even if they married a self-identified male and have children by those men.[1]

[1] The author sort of exaggerates here though she has it on good authority inseminations are done in a sterile lab.

Not for them the fisticuffs of drunken comma fights. No way. No how.[2]

[2] Does the reader see how smooth the author was in the avoidance of the use of a comma in the last two sentences? Damn. She is good.

When interviewed about the entire paragraph she was quoted thusly: “The breaking up of the clichéd comment into two short but whole sentences caused a major upping of the power of the thought thus rendering the cliché as a new art form that writers would do well to study. Please be advised that Linda Sands and I are available to teach a three-day seminar on this topic as well as the bonus topic of Medicinal Margaritas and Their Proper Place in a Writer’s Life at any foreign port of call.

“Our fee is $5,000,000. Half due upfront as a deposit. Travel and hotel expenses extra. We take credit cards and PayPal transfer payments at PayPal.me/AngelaKDurden. Receipt will be sent via email.”


Let me say this another way my readers in Red states might understand better: Decatur is not a place you would ever find Dave Barry hanging out.

At this very same bar is where I had my first encounter with a lesbian couple who liked threesomes. I kept turning around trying to see who they were looking at behind me. Then I realized it was me they had spied with their little roving eyes. Oh! Hayle no. I wrinkled my brow and shook my head and made the gesture of slitting my throat in the biggest negatory ever. That’s when they turned around to see who I was turning down. They were so disappointed.

But back to the fight in the bar. Maybe it took the introduction of a real woman[3] into the mix to get the men’s dander up.

[3] By that the author means heterosexual. She hopes she does not hear any whining from the LGBTQ-Z1-?-Curios because this is a book of humor and she hopes the reader has learned how to laugh already.


The misuse of commas these days is out of control. Many years ago I edited a manuscript that had sentence after sentence with six or more commas in each. I went insane looking for the story in what he thought were brilliant incomplete clause-laden sentences broken apart by commas thrown in like ammo coming from a machine gun wielded by a meth head jonesin’ for his next hit. Holy Frickin’ Moley.

This comma thing got me to thinking. Those who have no respect for commas must be P-HWPCLDRSFCs.[5] Let me explain. These folks believe several things.

[5] In case you’ve forgotten: Pussy-Hat Wearing Politically Correct Liberal Democrat RINO Socialist Fascist Commies.

One: Rules do not apply to them.

Two: Rules can be broken willy-nilly.

Three: Rules can be ignored when one doesn’t like them.

Four: New rules can be made up on the spot.

Five: Those new rules only apply to you and not to them.

Sounds a lot like a Socialist Ruling-Class Wannabe to me. We are having a lot of those pop out of the woodwork these days. One example is the 2018 Midterm Elections in the United States wherein the Georgia Secretary of State was running for governor. His name is Brian Kemp. His opponent was one Stacey Abrams.[6] Abrams crisscrossed the U.S. looking for funding and went up and down the state registering what she called “disenfranchised voters”.

[6] The author writes this in October 2018: She predicts Stacey Abrams will lose. We will check in after the election to determine if she is correct. AFTER ELECTION RESULTS: SHE IS CORRECT.

She and her non-profit’s employees did it all wrong — almost twenty-five thousand times.
Many of those they registered were flagged because they were either non-existent or names and other legally identifying information on the voter registration forms did not match state driver’s licenses and/or Social Security numbers assigned by the Feds.

That’s right! People spelled their own names incorrectly and Abrams’ helpers did not think to confirm the spellings. These people also forgot their Socials. How does one do that?[7] One registered as Jesus Christ of Heavenly Lane. No Social Security number or driver’s permit or photo ID. And no ZIP.[8] But Stacey Abrams’ people found him and signed him up and then whined when his application was completely rejected. So what did Abrams do? The next step was logical. She went on the offensive. She and her minions[9] deployed a huge campaign accusing Kemp of voter registration tampering to keep her from being governor.

[7] Actually, it happens all the time. Just ask anybody who has to read a resume or job application. 
[8] He lived in Blue Ridge. This is deep in the foothills of the Appalachian Mountains. So…that ‘splains a lot.


[9] This includes local mainstream media.
But the author cannot fault local media too badly. They dug up a picture of Abrams from the Atlanta Journal-Constitution showing her burning the state flag and proceeded to run front and center with it for several days. 
But just exactly how did the mainstream media and the Atlanta Journal-Constitution find out about that picture from 1992? It wasn’t because of research. No way. No how. Abrams’ preacher mother was out stumping for her daughter and told an admiring crowd all about it. She then said: “Bet y’all didn’t know about that?” At which point a reporter snarked: “NOW WE DO!” Then Abrams’ mom went: “Oh. Shoot.”

That’s right! Abrams pretty much said all those stupid people and illegals deserved to vote no matter whether they could prove who they were or where they lived. But who was the stupid one in this instance? You’re right![10]


[10] The author leaves this up to the reader to answer.

Abrams manufactured this so-called crisis by claiming Kemp himself was manipulating the system. The truth of the matter was different. Flagging was done by county registrars doing their duty to confirm voter information was correct.

There is also an interesting thing happening as I write this. There is a growing walking caravan of migrants coming up from Honduras and Ecuador and Guatemala[11] with the stated intent of invad-…errrrr…I mean…crossing the border into the United States without having the legal right to do so. Mexican police unsuccessfully tried to stop them but were beaten up for their troubles and decided to “escort” the caravan instead. Fifteen hundred dropped out and applied to stay in Mexico — and Mexico took them.

[11] This group initially consisted of entire families. Yes. Children were included. They were leaving conditions so horrible that walking the 1800+ miles through Mexico to “freedom” was a better alternative and they were there to demand asylum — or so the mainstream media reported. By the time the caravan reached Mexico’s border hardly any “families” remained. U.S. flags were being covered in swastikas and burnt. Flags from their countries were being waved. They even got their chant wrong. Instead of saying “Yes we can!” they said “Yes we could!”

I am not surprised at Mexico. It is my understanding Mexican police work for the drug cartels and so are only used to shooting unarmed Mexican citizens. They aren’t used to having to deal with well-funded multi-national gangs… errrr…I mean poor people seeking a better life. Nor are they used to having the bright light of international media shining on them in a highly politicized situation. No wonder their police got their asses whupped. But there was another reason bloody police pictures were all over the Internet. To warn President Trump that he should be mighty skeert[12] of the righteous caravan.

[12] This is a Southern American phrase which means scared to the point of being a yella-belly and maybe pissing one’s pants as one views the trouble coming one’s way.

That’s right! Trump better open that border or else he was going to have a can of whup-...Hang on just a second. I must take this posted update on the situation from that most favored of real-news curators and fake-news-stopping social media giant Bacefook. Seems relevant and important and so I must not ignore it.

“Honduran…”
[Huh. Peruse and Scroll.]

“Migrants push north…”
[Venezuela is south. So. No, duh. Peruse and Scroll.]

“Five myths debunked…”
[Sure they are. Peruse and Scroll.]

“Trump holding back aid…”
[It’s Hammer Time! Peruse and Scroll.]

“Anybody who votes for…”
[Huh? Peruse and Scroll.]

“Bitch! You’re not a woman. You are a 300-pound Russian male hacker, you c—[13].”
[Whoa! Does your mama let you kiss her with that mouth?]

[13] The author was actually called this on Bacefook by someone purporting to be a man but who seemed to be confused about what a woman is. Real men are never confused about that. The C-word is not a nice word. Are you still scratching your heads because you cannot figure out the word? In alphabetical sequence the letters in the word are: C. N. T. U. The author leaves the sorting to you.



I thank you for your patience.
Now we can get back to the reason for this essay.

The mainstream media is not mentioning anything about how this group is managing to carry nothing with them but is somehow totally getting fed and keeping clean and hydrated or that their “big walk” is timed to coincide with the “most important midterm elections in our lifetimes” in the United States. Nor have they mentioned how they hope like hell that the military will act under Trump’s orders and kill all those poor migrant folks at the U.S.-Mexican border so they can get their Democrat Socialist candidates elected and be able to say na-na-na-boo-boo to those big bad Republicans who hate children and pussy hats and gender-queer-curious vegan tree-hugging union members.[15]


[15] The author is the first to admit this sentence mightily pushed the boundaries of “Commas Be Gone” usage. But she makes no apologies and simply says for the reader to “deal with it and put on yer big-girl panties and stop whining!”

I seem to have gotten off track here. Look. It is difficult to write on a good day. But you try not using commas and see how the pressure mounts.

Look: I’m under a lot of pressure here…No…I will not stop using apostrophes or ellipses…What?!?...Now you’re just tying my hands…Dude?…Oh. So now you hate me because…
I know you are. But what am I?...Sticks and stones, dude. Sticks and stones!...I will not stop using quote marks or colons…You shut up first…Oh! Well then. It’s on…

Where was I? No commas. Migrant caravan. Pussy-hat…Oh, yeah. I’m back on track. 

So the pussy-hat Socialists cannot get enough votes from citizens. What do they do? They go out and illegally register non-citizens to vote thinking nobody is going to notice them breaking the law of the land. Then — and here we’ve come full circle — they whine like a gurrrly-mahn[17] when somebody notices they broke voter and election laws and won’t let them get away with it.

[17] It is imperative the reader imagine an Arnold Schwarzenegger accent to get the full flavor of just how pitiful gurrrly-mahn types can whine.

I hate gurrrly-mahn whining. Do you see me whining about not getting to use any commas? You do not see me whining because I’m not a gurrrly-mahn. That may not be the best argument as to why I don’t whine, but heck, it’s the best I’ve got after writing this entire thing without com-…oops, my bad.  


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Thursday, February 28, 2019

Tear down those walls!

by Angela K. Durden
The Most Brilliant Woman in the World
What? Keeping traffic sound out? That's just wrong. All sound is equal and should be treated as such. I will start a GoFundMe account that will be all about tearing down those evil barriers keeping underrepresented sound out of those neighborhoods whose residents prefer — and pay for — sounds coming from stages featuring Jazz and such.



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Monday, February 4, 2019

The Super Bowl, Kevin Chapman, and Me

by Angela K. Durden
The Most Brilliant Woman in the World

Super Bowl Sunday. February 3, 2019. When the New England Patriots and the Los Angeles Rams came to my town — Atlanta, Georgia — to make history in game LIII. And make history they did.

Besides having not one touchdown in the game until the fourth quarter, the game had the lowest final score ever.

Patriots won 13 to 3.

One touchdown (NE) and four kicks (two field goals and one conversion for NE, and one field goal for LA) were the only opportunities the crowd had for rooting for their teams.

In fact, social media meme legend already has it that fans were catching up on their sleep during the game. All that partying they’d been doing pre-game had worn them out and nothing was keeping them alert.

I watched the game and have to disagree with those lazy, ungrateful fans. The game might not have been full of photo-op action, but my goodness was it ever full of high drama. First, you had your battling game-opening singers (one old, two young) though, frankly, Gladys Knight won that just by being there. When she opened her mouth, the first note told you the other two young thangs had a long way to go. Knight got the screaming ovation and the young thangs got the polite applause. But that’s okay.

Next, you had your battling coaches (one old, one young) pacing the sidelines and screaming when they should and wiping sweat from worried brow. Then you had your battling quarterbacks (one old, one young). One with a supermodel wife, the other lining up for his. Then you had your TV announcers playing armchair psychologists — that is, drumming up reasons — explaining why Brady had only led his team to score 3 points in the first half and had not already obliterated the Rams.

Then there was the schizophrenic halftime show wherein all the pieces were there for a great performance, but no amount of big-hair slinging, tattoo-baring, bling-flashing, smack-rapping, drum-rolling, incendiary-bleeping, guitar-shredding effort saved it. Maroon 5, Big Boi (half of Outkast), Travis Scott, and the musicians and choir that backed them up are fabulous. The artists, singers, and musicians should not have been blamed.

I bet it is was a committee made up of New York apparatchiks in the NFL’s Marketing Department that put that lame show together.

The whole evening sounds boring. I get it.

But I was watching the field closely and let me tell you, there was not one player on that field who was phoning it in. That low score was because you had two teams equally situated in talent, strength, and maneuverability. Each team fought for every yard forward — in one case, mere inches — and did not willingly give up any advantage. Each player’s heart and soul was brought to the temple and sacrificed on the green altar of top-of-the-line monofilament fiber called Revolution 360 from FieldTurf with some sort of padding under it.

In any case, whether running on padded carpet or not, respect was earned that night. Each team should be proud of what they did.

Of course, not everybody agrees with me. First thing I see on Social Media, before the game is barely over, is a bunch of people complaining about the low entertainment factor. These same people must be Democrats, Liberals, Socialists, and pussy-hat wearers. You are correct. That last statement was redundant. Still, I feel like I need to restate it because they miss the fine points of everything. To them, a struggle is having to march in the street without a Starbucks nearby to get their fix of caffeinated Socialism.

So, anyway…

There I was on a fine Super Bowl Sunday, making like a photographer in Downtown Atlanta while Andy Zabinski, a friend of mine who is with the symphony, plays violin on the sidewalks, when this guy walks by. Our eyes caught and I thought, “Wow. He looks familiar. I wonder if I know him from a Jazz jam or something?” And he was looking at me like he knew me, therefore, naturally it would follow I would point and say, “Hey! You! I know you, right?”

The man nodded in the affirmative. He stopped and turned toward me and I was just about to ask him where I knew him from when I said, “Oh! You're that guy on that show.”

He nodded again and held out his hand and I shook it.

By now I totally could see the show in my head but could not remember the name of the show or the guy's character's name, but I knew it completely.

After a few seconds of me not saying anything and trying to think of the name of the show and just staring at him while we kept shaking hands, I realized he was asking me a question. Several times he said, “What is your name?”

I said, “My name?”

Then came another long pause, not because I didn't remember my name (though I have forgotten it in the past), but because I was wondering why he wanted to know my name.

He said, “Yes. YOUR name. What is it?”

“It's Angela.”

“Well, hello, Angela.” And he went to leave.

At which point I said, “Look, don't rush off. Let me say this: I loved your character. You did a FINE job with him. And, you were so good, I cried a few times.”

He said thank you and we parted.

Around midnight, of course, is when I woke up and hollered “Duh! Person of Interest. Detective Fusco!”

The story gets better. On the show, Kevin Chapman (his real name) looks tall and big. Online it says he is 5' 7". Well, if he is 5' 7" then I am 6' 5".



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Thursday, January 31, 2019

“I am strong. I am invincible. I am woman.”


At it again...all for you.


by Angela K. Durden
The Most Brilliant Woman in the World
Business writer.  Songwriter.  Protecting creator's copyrights. 


In the opening months of 2019, in the self-identified great state of New York, a bill was passed that took away standing law allowing for criminal charges of murder in the abortion of a child after 24 weeks in utero. 

What that meant was that beginning in January of 2019, any time a child was actually being pushed from a woman’s body or going to be taken out via caesarean section, as long as the child was still in the mother’s body the child could be killed and nobody would get in trouble.

Killing a human is permissible, but killing a bird will get you in trouble?

Yes, according to the aforementioned newly passed law in New York state and the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service’s Bald and Golden Eagle Protection Act which reads in part:

“…This law, originally passed in 1940, provides for the protection of the bald eagle and the golden eagle (as amended in 1962) by prohibiting the take, possession, sale, purchase, barter, offer to sell, purchase or barter, transport, export or import, of any bald or golden eagle, alive or dead, including any part, nest, or egg, unless allowed by permit Bald Eagle sitting in tree (16 U.S.C. 668(a); 50 CFR 22). ‘Take’ includes…poison, wound, kill…or disturb.…civil penalties for violating…of $5,000 or one year imprisonment with $10,000 or not more than two years in prison for a second conviction. Felony convictions carry a maximum fine of $250,000 or two years of imprisonment. The fine doubles for an organization. Rewards are provided for information leading to arrest and conviction for violation of the Act.”

The author's newborn grandson
holds his father's thumb.
Let's see. Abortion uses poisoning, wounding, disturbing, and killing, but that's okay when used on a human fertilized egg/baby. The New York law smacks of politically correct caring run amuck. Now in the news Virginia is being asked to add the same law to their state. All in the name of Women’s Rights to Self-Determination.

Except even in this females are not created equally. That’s right. No test for gender is carried out to determine if the soon-to-be-aborted baby is female or male.

Even Red China does that and we know how degenerate they are in everything including copyright, theft of intellectual property, faking of mechanical parts and food, and putting all that into the world’s trade pipeline. Granted, Red China only aborts females which has led to a massive amount of men not being able to find a mate and have a child.

Or, to put it another way, growing a massive army ready to be sacrificed for world domination.

Still, one would think in the U.S., the European Union, and the British Isles, somebody would think it prudent to check if the abortion was negatively impacting the rights of the female in the womb. But they do not.

See? Not all females are created equally.

But how to limit the guilt in the killing of a female that these folks claim they care so much about? That is simple. It is a multi-step process. First, show the fertilized egg does not look like a human, but more like an animal and proclaim, “See the thing? It does not look like a baby. So, until it looks like a baby, it isn’t a baby.” Rename it fetus and stop calling it a baby.

Second, begin to claim that if it cannot live outside the womb of its own accord, then it is not really alive. Scientific and technological advances soon made that an almost impossible argument to win as award-winning obstetrical, surgical, and neonatal units with leading-edge care were saving fetuses right and left and documentaries were made that helped raise millions upon millions of dollars in research funding and the press — print, online, radio, and broadcast — highlighted happy parents whose fetuses were saved and grew into a lovely child that has brought nothing but happiness and joy to the world.

Giving up that tactic, abortion proponents next claimed that there are all sorts of genders and that those genders are chosen after birth. See? They aren’t killing a female because that thing in the womb has not yet self-identified as nor claimed any particular gender.

Pretzel logic is what that is. No. I will not insult a pretzel by calling it that. Instead, let me state definitely that such logic is from Satan. Satan was the first to attack a child — God’s child Eve — for selfish motive, so it takes no stretch of the imagination to understand from where come such thinking about the benefits of child murder.

But how can we get a goodly amount of people to believing that what is wrong is right? That’s easy. Just keep hammering away at Women’s Rights and screaming down anyone who dares to question. Change law. Gut the Constitution of the United States. Sue the pants off anybody or any business that does not toe the party line. Begin teaching schoolchildren the fundamentals of evil disguised as caring. Banish freedom of speech. And more.

In the U.S. and other countries, the killing of a child still in the womb is styled as a statement of women's rights. Women brag that their abortions were "wonderful, thank you very much". Others have publicly apologized that they haven't yet had an abortion and have let down all the other women who care so much for women's rights.

The reasons for a real medically necessary abortion are extremely limited and no one has any complaint about those and are well-known to medical personnel. Life and death decisions are hard to make and cause anguish and pain of heart. Let me be blunt when I say it:

Therapeutic abortions, my ass.

 It is wrong to turn into celebration the taking of the life of a person in the womb. Yes, I said wrong. It is evil. It is wicked. It is a crime. It is immoral. And dishonest? Oh, yes. 

It is the height of dishonesty to claim that rape resulting in a child makes it okay to kill the second victim of that crime and yet that same woman will not report the rape because it is just too hard for her to go through? 

You disagree? That is your right. You want to kill your child while in the womb? You go right on ahead and do it and settle up with God later. But do not ask me to pay for you to get it done. Do not ask me to agree with your reasons for it if having the abortion is a choice that supports your agenda or helps free up your schedule for the rest of your life. Adoption will just as easily free it up, too.

Those who scream loudest to be allowed to slaughter their own children with impunity are the first to denounce the slaughter of an animal for food. Abortionists cry out to “Save the innocent kittens! Save the precious puppies! It is immoral to eat eggs! Milking cows without their permission is wrong!”

Abortionists are the first to shriek for the rights of criminals but are willing to kill an innocent. Tells you all you need to know about the safety of your life, family, property, and rights if they are in control.

We are told they are to be honored because their opinion is worth listening to simply because it is their right to speak freely? Hell no. Their insanity is staggering and their psychosis is profound. I will not honor such. And why should I grant them that favor when they do not honor me? See how it works? Goose and gander, what’s good for the one is good for the other. 

But let’s just back up a bit and see just how far Women’s Rights have come. I reference here for you a song written in 1971 by Helen Reddy and Ray Burton of Australia entitled “I Am Woman” which subsequently was a worldwide hit for Helen Reddy as the artist, made Universal Music Group a ton in royalties, and became the anthem for the Women’s Rights Movement. We will dissect the song momentarily.

Verse:
I am woman, hear me roar
In numbers too big to ignore
And I know too much to go back an' pretend.
’Cause I've heard it all before
And I've been down there on the floor
No one's ever gonna keep me down again.

Chorus:
Oh yes, I am wise, but it's wisdom born of pain.
Yes, I've paid the price, but look how much I gained.
If I have to, I can do anything.
I am strong. I am invincible. I am woman.

Verse:
You can bend but never break me
’Cause it only serves to make me
More determined to achieve my final goal.
And I come back even stronger
Not a novice any longer
’Cause you've deepened the conviction in my soul.
Chorus

Verse:
I am woman, watch me grow.
See me standing toe to toe.
As I spread my lovin' arms across the land.
But I'm still an embryo
With a long, long way to go
Until I make my brother understand.
Chorus

Please go back and take a look at what I’ve highlighted in bold italics.

The Women’s Rights Movement has done nothing but disempower females, urging them to be so weak that they cannot even carry a child to full term and give it up for adoption because their emotional response to giving up that living child to adults who would give the child a home and love is just too, too, too, too much for them to handle. Oh, the pain of knowing that one day that child might come looking for its biological parents is just too, too, too, too much to have to bear. Oh, the pain.

Notice that songwriters Helen and Ray use the word embryo to describe women who have not yet become fully formed in their power, wisdom, and understanding? The logic of abortionists says that a fully formed child is not deserving of protection and help unless it can breathe on its own. Therefore, carrying that to its reasonable conclusion, women who are weak, foolish, and ignorant/stupid should not be afforded the help or support to become wise, powerful, and knowledgeable.

See how their logic breaks down?

“I am strong. I am invincible. I am woman!” is fun to sing but is pure fantasy pushed by those who live in a black and white world that must conform to their ideal of what that phrase means. The Women’s Rights Movement does not roar.

It shrieks like a banshee.
It whines like a wussy.
It stamps its feet like a petulant child.
It degrades all it touches.
It avoids responsibility.
It devalues truth.
It tells lies.
It denounces spirituality that involves a loving Almighty God who self-identifies as Father.
It destroys families.
It preaches hate for all males.
It hates women.
It supports weakness.
It revels in death.
It rejoices in destruction.

It is something to be avoided.
It is something to be fought against.



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Tuesday, January 29, 2019

An Admonition to P-HWPCLDRSFCs: "There is too great a fee for your caress."

A poem of admonition shared with Pussy-hat Wearing Politically Correct Liberal Democratic RINO Socialist Fascist Commies.


ADMONITION
by Kid Kazanova (Philip Stack)

No, I am through and you can call in vain.
There is too great a fee for your caress;
Too great a share of heartbreak and of pain
And all the kindred hurts of loneliness.
What does it mean at best? A fevered hour
When I forget that you are not for me;
Your charm aglow like some exotic flower
To rouse again the waves of memory.

No, I am through — the trumpet call of youth
Must sound in vain — for I have need of rest;
You have no peace to give — no certain truth — 
and I am sick and weary of my quest.

Leave me to books and wine and memories — 
Nothing you have to give can equal these!