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“Access” To Insurance Is NOT The Answer

May 3, 2017

I will go against the flow now.
Jimmy Kimmel.
He is a trained actor who is in the pay of a major corporation. His job is to get viewers to do things.
See a specific movie.
Watch a new TV show.
Buy the Swimsuit Issue.
Support the ACA.
For all its pulling at the heartstrings, that monologue of his touting the glories of the ACA amounts to corporate propaganda against Single-Payer, Universal Healthcare.
Nothing works better in marketing than helping children. And that is what this man did.
If his corporate bosses didn’t want you to see this, you would not have seen it.
So at this critical juncture, a corporate millionaire makes a tear-stained plea for the ACA.
No mention of Single-Payer?
It was all about ACCESS to health insurance.
“We were brought up to believe that we live in the greatest country in the world, but until a few years ago, millions and millions of us had no access to health insurance at all. Before 2014, if you were born with congenital heart disease like my son was, there was a good chance you’d never be able to get health insurance because you had a pre-existing condition. You were born with a pre-existing condition. And if your parents didn’t have medical insurance, you might not live long enough to even get denied because of a pre-existing condition.”
With this talk, Kimmel became an insurance salesman.
And he used the standard tricks of the trade, including THINK OF THE CHILDREN.
Look: If you think the only choice is the ACA or Paul Ryan’s plan, then you have been successfully sold.
Kimmel and the other performers did their job.
We need Universal Healthcare.
Not “access” to insurance.

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Family Dysfunction Persisted

March 21, 2017

As you may have heard by now, noted literary lion Chelsea Clinton has published a new book.
With a speed of hand that would shame Mickey Spillane or Edgar Wallace, the Great Weird Hope of the Clinton dynasty got a book deal (the favored corporate method for bribing people in political life) and in doing so she inadvertently shows us how untreated child-abuse travels through the generations.

The book bears the name SHE PERSISTED, a PR phrase coined to promote another book deal – that one for the already wealthy Senator Elizabeth Warren.

In the Clinton Clan, persisting has a perverse history.

By now, who doesn’t know the story of Hillary as a 4 year-old getting thrown out of the house by her abusive mother? The child had endured taunting from bullies in the park, as most children do, and so she ran home to her mother for comfort and succor. What did this FOUR YEAR-OLD CHILD get instead? As Hillary compulsively relates it over and over again, even 65 years later, her mother had the love and foresight and compassion to… throw her out of the house.
Mother Rodham blamed little Hillary for the situation, said she “gave up” and called her daughter a coward who she would not welcome in the home until THE BABY dealt with the tormentors.
Slam went the door. Does anyone, other than Hillary, really believe this callous treatment had a salubrious effect on the child?

Hillary Clinton has, for the past 65 years, related that story with pride. She says it shaped her character. Well, yes, it did. But not the way she seems to think. To Hillary Clinton, giving up means losing mother’s love and – more to the point – getting kicked out of the house. One can only imagine the depths of fear and anxiety – Separation Anxiety – this “loving mother” sparked in her infant child.

As Dr. Gabor Maté notes: “In an anecdote related by the former Secretary of State herself as an example of salutary character building, four-year-old Hillary runs into her home to escape neighbourhood bullies. ‘There is no room for cowards in this house,’ says her mother, sending the child out into the street to face her tormentors. The real message was: ‘Do not feel or show your pain. You are on your own.’ Over six decades later the candidate hides her pneumonia even from her doctor and from those closest to her. Repeatedly she has overlooked her husband’s outlandish infidelities, defending him against disgrace— no doubt suppressing her own emotional turmoil in the process.”
(Emphasis added)

Hillary Clinton has never received treatment for this early-childhood trauma – and to me, every single time she relates the story she presents a 4 year-old’s repressed cry for help. To this day, Clinton shows an irrational view of the world as a place populated by “bullies” who she, and she alone, MUST stop. She even cited this as her Raison D’être for seeking the Presidency upon receiving the democratic nomination.

And then, in her own words, spoken in her first speech after losing the election, Hillary Clinton had one strong message:

For Mrs. Clinton, 65 years after her mother terrorized her by throwing her out of the only home she knew, giving up – no matter how useless the fight may be – means the loss of love and home.
Sheer stubbornness has become a virtue in Hillary-Land. What manner of person NEVER concedes loss? Or error? Or understands the pragmatic need for a strategic concession to an opponent? I’ll tell you what manner of person: A DANGEROUS PERSON.

Untreated family abuse wends its way down through the ensuing generations. So it came as no surprise to me to see that Chelsea Clinton, an adult-child who owes everything she ever got to her parents, also carries this mania. And in the aftermath of her mother’s embarrassing election loss to a known “bully” and TV game-show host, it falls upon the adult-child to become the mother Hillary wanted but never had. Thus the topic of Chelsea’s new book fits right into mommy’s mania – as the cover makes crystal clear:

The child taking care of the needs of the mother perverts the natural flow of life. Yet this child – at age 35 – has made a career of just that. Making speeches for mother (and in a subtle way sabotaging her in the process – displaying resentment) and even talking of entering politics herself – a clear attempt by a chile to vindicate the family after repeated losses and scandals. I mean, let’s face it, after seeing the sheer hell that BOTH her parents underwent, what child would say “THAT’S the career for me!”? Would Chuck Wepner, Jr. ever consider boxing? Hell, even the NIXON off-spring knew better…

Does Chelsea really see stubbornness as a virtue? Or has she taken up the call simply to soothe her wounded mother? And for god sake WHY peddle this swill to CHILDREN? Can this adult-child not relate her feelings to grown people? I see it as bad enough when family abuse gets passed on through the generations. But to deliberately pass it on to children one does not even know becomes a form of mass abuse. All to justify a mother who has long had the time and ample financial resources to GET THERAPY and change the warped view of the world she brags about carrying… ONE speech to Wall Street would have paid for Hillary’s therapy and then some.

Upon seeing the announcement of this book, I got hit with a wave of sadness. I hoped that Chelsea’s children don’t face similar horrendous abuse. Considering that the abuse has gotten mythologized as “character building,” will Chelsea take the chance to throw her own children out of the house at age 4? Will she do as her grandmother did, and make a mother’s love conditional

If Chelsea sees the delusion of stubbornness as a virtue, and sees it as good enough to spread to countless unknown children through her book – I wonder how she sees her own children? And their children after her? Where does it end. When she has a son, will she name him SUE?

Well, that comprises the problem which the Clintons must one day face. OUR problem, I see as more alarming: We as a nation must learn to stop electing to positions of power those damaged people who still suffer under the weight of untreated childhood abuse. But because of the alarming rate of abuse in America, such wounded and deluded people resonate with the bulk of our neighbors. Possibly even you… or me.

Seeing Danger Everywhere

March 9, 2017
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Last year former CIA head Leon Panetta found himself drowned out at the Democratic convention with shouts of NO MORE WAR:

Just a few days ago, the 78 year-old Panetta told CBS news that Trump’s tweeting weakens the presidency and  (GASP!) prevents him from starting wars. This… is a disappointment to him?

“I think, I think that is raising the most serious danger with regards to the ability of this president to relate to a very dangerous world,” Panetta said.

Dangerous world…

One of the key components of the far right-wing mindset is the firm belief that we live in a dangerous world which must be subdued and conquered through strength.

Rudy Giuliani is a case in point.
I remember seeing Giuliani give a speech to the GOP convention back when he was considered relevant. Like many conservatives he sees threats everywhere. After that, he spoke about this almost every time he delivered a speech. He insists that the world is a dangerous place, filled with people who want to kill us.

How does this happen to a person?

As with many fear-based people, Giuliani suffered early-childhood abuse at the hands of his parents and he now labels that very abuse as the best thing that ever happened to him. 
Giuliani – even today at age 72 – tells the story of being a 3 year-old in Brooklyn where the other kids worshiped, as children are often wont to do, the Brooklyn Dodgers, their local baseball team.
At that time, Giuliani’s father – for reasons unknown, other than the fact that his record shows him to be a sadistic thug (of the type Giuliani later make a career out of prosecuting) – would dress little Rudy in a NY Yankees uniform and send him out of the house. For wearing the uniform of the Brnox team in Brooklyn, Rudy would get beaten up. Every day. And his old man did nothing to help. In fact, he just kept sending Rudy out in that uniform – which all the other kids hated.
Sounds pretty grim, right?
But Giuliani says that what his father did helped build character. Well, yeah, a WARPED character.
From the NY Times in 1989:
When Mr. Giuliani was about 3 years old, his father, a dedicated Yankees fan, bought his son a Yankees uniform and cap. Mr. Giuliani’s mother dressed him in the uniform and sent him out to play in Flatbush. He was pounced on by a group of boys almost immediately. They were Dodger fans.
”They took the hat and threw it in the mud,” Mr. Giuliani recalled. ”They threw me in the mud, too, and probably whacked me around a little bit. I ran upstairs and either my mother or father said, ‘Well, now you’re going to be a Yankee fan.’
”So,” he continued, ”I kept wearing that Yankee uniform, and I kept getting thrown in the mud.”
He is still a Yankee fan.
Note the repression: the kids PROBABLY whacked him around. He doesn’t know? He cannot tell if his mother or father gave him dubious advice that he still obeys, yet he QUOTES that advice?
He was THREE YEARS OLD at the time and was still relating this tale of woe at age 45.
At over 70 he continues.
These are signs that a person suffered greatly and still carries it about in a repressed/mythologized way. Is the brutality Rudy suffered at the hands of the kids at a truly formative age, and his family’s indifference to his suffering, the reason for his seeing the world as a dangerous place? For him, at the time it was dangerous! Whatever the cause – and this is the alarming part – Giuliani STILL insists on wearing a Yankee uniform whenever he can. He sends out SIGNED pictures of himself this way. As an old man, Giuliani is still reacting to a situation that happened in 1947…
Compare Giuliani’s story with the story of Hillary Clinton’s mother having thrown her out of the house at age 4 – and her need to repeat the tale over and over and over while insisting that it was an act of motherly love and character building. Hillary’s mother did this because Hillary was abused by bullies and she came home crying. Clearly what the mother did – rejecting a child in pain – was worse than anything the other kids did. A 4 year-old RELIES on the parent. But her mother punished her in a most horrible way that without doubt set off a crisis of separation anxiety. And this too NEVER left Mrs. Clinton. Even as an elder, she still needs to please her dead mother:
People with untreated/unresolved childhood trauma are not “crazy” nor are they necessarily “bad” people. They are damaged people. These people suffer deeply yet they will never acknowledge it. After 60 years of living like this, it becomes not a part of who they are but who they are in their entirety. And putting such people in positions of power is dangerous. Lethal. Ask the surviving citizens of Libya and Honduras – where Hillary “stood up to bullies” – how they liked having her help…
Clearly, there exists in such damaged people a stubbornness that makes them adhere to the self-created mythology of their brutal childhood – while projecting it onto the world. They still say, to dead parents, It’s NOT my fault, Mommy/Daddy! The WORLD is DANGEROUS! Don’t blame ME!
In my work as a Tarot Consultant I regularly hear from people who have undergone the most horrible things that life can throw at a person. Yet they sought out help and coped with the problems in a productive way. They all have in common a willingness – a desire! – to face the issue and resolve it so they may not be dominated by dead fears.
None of us grew up unscathed. But many of us got help in dealing with these things rather than allow them to fester to the point where we compulsively live our lives in reaction to a situation that no longer exists.
On a personal note: For years I have told people that I had a childhood only Charles Dickens could have written. I can never undo it – but I don’t have to mythologize it. The physical torture I endured and the mental abuse – these are part of who I am and always will be, but they do not RULE or DEFINE who I am.
Because I got help.
The last thing I can imagine about myself is that at age 70+ I will be standing in front of people I don’t know, repeating day after day stories of early childhood abuse and praising my parents for inflicting this damage on me.
Looking at Hillary Clinton and Giuliani, I have to wonder what happened to Panetta so many, many years ago that now, at age 78, he can face a crowd of THOUSANDS saying to him NO MORE WARS and have it mean absolutely nothing to him. He SMILED at this! I would certainly question myself if I underwent that experience. Judging from his subsequent comments, Panetta only saw that as confirmation that the world is dangerous – meaning, the world is against him personally.
Do we really want such people in charge of our society?
Really?

A Manhattan Christmas Story

December 21, 2016

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NOTE: Not long ago we received this memory from an unnamed Hell’s Kitchen writer, who assures us that his neighbors all pass him on the street every day… without ever seeing him.

When my kids were little, long before I became what I am now, which is a booze-hound, Christmas time was always something special. It still is special for me ‘cause they haven’t yet closed down all the soup kitchens. The City Fathers missed a couple of soup kitchens in their drive to improve the quality of life in this town by killing off everybody who doesn’t work three jobs and make a hundred grand a year just to pay the rent. So I can still look forward to a meal of turkey with trimmings in some church basement somewhere. Along with the food, the do-gooders give us bums little Christmas presents. It’s nice. Don’t you like getting presents? I do. Last year I got some Old Spice and a soap on a rope. It was green and shaped like a seahorse. I liked the way it smelled. But I accidentally left my soap hanging in the rooming house bathroom down the hall one day and that was the last I saw of it. I don’t know why, but when I found the soap was gone I cried like a baby for two hours. And I never cry. A stupid piece of cheap soap. Archie the bartender who took the pledge was right. Booze does turn your brain to mush.

It was Christmas time and I ran out of money again. A card game this time. Looking for free things to do, I thought it might be fun to see the tree at Rockefeller Center. I usually enjoy the colored lights and all the happy kids giggling and acting like, well, like happy kids. So yesterday, even though I had no money to speak of, I left my room and headed over there. In the daylight you could see that this was one hell of a big tree. Why’d they go kill it? I stood in the part of the plaza they call the Channel Gardens cause on one side is a British building and on the other side is a French building. I was looking at the tree when I noticed this woman with her son. The kid was about six, I guess, no more than seven, and the woman had him bundled all up like he was Neil Armstrong setting foot on the moon even though it wasn’t really so cold out. It couldn’t have been cold cause I was there and I don’t own a coat. That’s why I’m inside today, writing this. Today it’s freezing out. And I don’t own a coat. So this woman has her kid by the hand and says, “look, Lawrence, look at the nice tree. It’s beautiful isn’t it.” She wasn’t so much asking him as she was telling him. Surprisingly, the kid said “no.”

“But it is beautiful,” the mama said, giving the kid a little tap on the back of the head.

“It is not,” the boy insisted.

“Yes it is,” she said, giving him a harder tap.

“I don’t like it.”

“Yes you do!”

This time she gave the kid a clip on the head so hard that I could feel it. The boy wobbled a bit but held his ground.

“It isn’t beautiful! It stinks!”

“It is beautiful!” she says then CRACK! a tremendous shot across the back of the kid’s head. In my day, I seen prize fighters kiss the canvas on less.

“Isn’t mommy right? Isn’t the tree beautiful?”

When the boy didn’t answer, she lifted her hand again.

“It’s so beautiful, mommy,” he said like he really meant it.

“Don’t you just love it?”

“Yes mommy, I love it. I love it.”

“And do you love mommy?”

“Yes. I love mommy.”

She smiled and they went away, both of them happy. I’d hate to be around when this kid gets married. His wife cuddles up to him and coos, “do you love me?” and he says “I love you more than anything” then he proves it to her by belting her right in the sweetbreads. I only hope he finds somebody who’s into that kind of thing. There’s plenty of them out there.

I looked back at the tree, and so help me, now I didn’t think it was very beautiful. Then I cringed, almost feeling a swift hard smack on the back of my head. I turned around as fast as I could and went across the street and down the block to St. Patrick’s Cathedral. I prayed for that kid.

Home, Sweet, Homeski

December 12, 2016

“What little children learn, they can never forget.”
– Rabbi Sardonicus the Elder (Collected Aphorisms & Sayings, vol. 18)

 

As recently as 2012, Pres. Obama mocked the thought of Russia as a threat – telling Willard “Mitt” Romney, “The 1980s called and they want their foreign policy back”:

Surprised by the outburst of anti-Russia sentiments because of this?
Not me!
I saw us headed into “Cold War, Part 2” the moment I heard people calling Bernie Sanders a communist who honeymooned in Moscow. At that moment, I had not one doubt that the nation would head in that direction.

The Cold-War brainwashing of the 1940s-1960s lodged deep in the American psyche and there it will stay for at least 3 more generations.

The Anti-Russia propaganda which defined the Cold War filled an atavistic need.  It supplied us with a common enemy, fueled TEAM SPIRIT, and allowed us to cringe in fear without seeming cowardly. After all, the EVIL RUSSIA held our future in their hands!

Such good old days… After the USSR collapsed (as it always gets framed) Americans experienced a surge in jingoistic pride. Then came the let-down. After hating and fearing and feeling smugly superior, we found ourselves all on our own, adrift in a world of peace. Oh, the horror!

Since the USSR died, America has groped blindly for a new Big Enemy so that we may return to those shining days of pride coupled with mortal terror. Over the years, corporate media tried and tried to build up new enemies: Muslims. ISIS. Al Qaeda. Libya. Al-Shabaab… All fell flat, compared to our erstwhile partner in the Dance of Death. 

Yes, America failed to find a new enemy, so we had to gag on our pride and return to our comfort zone of fear: Russia.

As the swallows have no choice but to return to Capistrano, America’s destiny always lay back in Russia. We’ve longed to return to hatred and fear of Russia since the days of Mikhail Gorbachev, who ruined everything for us. Without Russia, whatever went wrong in America had to get blamed on… us! Nooooooooooo!!! Not that!!!!

Did you ever wonder about those couples who marry, then divorce, then get back together again, then divorce, then… on and on? Wonder no more! We have returned to our Number One enemy and it goes down like Mac and Cheese for many people.

Old enemies soothe us as nothing else can. So when all the election year fear-mongering hit a boiling point, it quite naturally spilled all over dear old mother Russia. It had to. Predictability-wise, nothing comes close.  The electioneering fear that filled us drove us right back to our DUCK & COVER, “better dead than red” training.

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Now see how happy it makes people? John McCain looks positively orgasmic! President Obama gets a new chance to please his parents’ generation. Liberals can now call anyone who disagrees with them TRAITORS! Conservatives can say WE TOLD YOU SO! The bile and vodka have commenced to flow in an orgy of hate and fear. Just like the old days. Our NATIONAL RELIGION HAS RETURNED.

And the benefits have already begun! We have no more internal problems in the Home of the Brave! THE RUSSIANS INSTIGATED EVERYTHING! We have clean hands… No matter what goes wrong, THE RUSSIANS DID IT!

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Oh happy day! Old-Timers have joy on their faces as they slam THE EVIL EMPIRE once again. Younger people can now score points with Gramps as they regurgitate the fears and hatreds of the past, all joining hands again in blast of retro-paranoia. 
After decades stumbling in the wilderness, a generation of Americans trained to hate and fear Russia has at last made it back home.

To those who cannot cope with reality as adults, and need to return to the safety of their long-gone childhood, it must feel so damn good.

We can now bask in a warm wave of nostalgia for the bad old days.
Our world has returned to normal.
We can forsake adulthood and return to a childhood where we never have to accept responsibility.

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HOORAY!!! We now have the right to hate Russia. Again. 

UPDATE: Nadine in Upstate comments below, “Next thing, the Hillary voters are going to blame the outer space UFO people and the shadow people for her loss.”
Just yesterday someone sent me this:
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Never Trust a “Cold-War Liberal”

October 7, 2016

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Never trust a “Cold-War Liberal”
They are war-happy.
You can spot them by the repeated warnings they issue about Russia and China.
Mostly Russia.
Cold-War Liberals live in the past.
In a dangerous past.
But to them, in their old age, in their dotage, it is a glorious past.
They are elderly now and the past is all they have left.
It is who they are, because it is who they were.
They cannot look forward.
This is not a game.
The world needs new ideas and new plans.
The end result of the vaunted “thirty years of experience” Withers cite for their candidate is where we are right now.
The people who put us here, right here, where we are right now, did so deliberately and they will not change things.
Unless we got here by accident, in which case, that “thirty years of experience” means absolutely nothing.
And if you want to see change: YOU ARE A SOCIALIST TOOL OF PUTIN AND CHINA!!!!
You know you have heard this empty imprecation again and again.
So how can you expect change from someone who denounces change?
See how cold-war senility works?
They got away with that garbage in the 50s and 60s.
They saw their dead parents doing it.
So the Cold-War Liberals need to relive their youth.
But their youth has evanesced.
It is no more.
It is gone.
Elect a Cold-War Liberal aching to recreate her or his heyday of youth and potency, and there will be war, misery, and blood.
The day of the Cold-War Liberal is over.
THIS is what the exemplary Cold-War Liberal had to say about war:
“Let every nation know, whether it wishes us well or ill, that we shall pay any price, bear any burden, meet any hardship, support any friend, oppose any foe to assure the survival and the success of liberty. This much we pledge–and more.”
That means regime change.
That means war.
That is from a liberal hero.
55 years ago.
We step back to those days at our own peril.
The world is different now. We cannot attack with impunity.
People hit back.
Remember that:
People hit back.

UPDATE:

Now the NY Times reports that Hillary Clinton, in a secret speech revealed by WikiLeaks, has announced her passion for SECRET WARS (click here).
She touts the joys of “covert-intervention,” to use the NY Times euphemism.
Covert-Actions. 
CoIntelPro was covert action
Installing the Shah as dictator of Iran was covert action
Killing Salvador Allende was covert action
Overthrowing Guatemala was covert action
The Bay of Pigs was covert action
The bloodthirsty School of the Americas was covert action
LBJ’s Operation Chaos was covert action
Sabotaging the Democratic Primary was TYPICAL covert action
Henry Kissinger is covert action personified
And Mrs. Clinton LIKES THIS?
Wants MORE of it?
Is she insane?
The Times writes: “Mrs. Clinton gave a tough-minded, realpolitik answer to the question of how to handle a problem like Syria. If the best chance of success was to act secretly inside that country, she made clear, she had no problem doing that.”
Oh… She has no problem doing that?
Unfortunately THE WORLD HAS A PROBLEM WITH YOU DOING THAT, you war-crazy maniac!
Mission Impossible was FANTASY.
I will not vote for more wars.
Especially secret wars. You know, like NIXON IN CAMBODIA which led to this:

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This is a democracy, despite what this Cold War Neoliberal thinks.
As to the Times: saying her call to secret war is “tough-minded, realpolitik” is not journalism, it is editorializing. You are putting lipstick on that pig.

How much more NIXONIAN will Clinton reveal herself to be?
She may well take the White House, this bloodthirsty Cold War Neoliberal, but not with my consent.

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FURTHER UPDATE:

Late in October, Tim Kaine CONFIRMED that Hillary’s first action will be to ask Congress for unlimited war powers.
As with all neocons, which the Cold War Liberals have spawned, Hillary actually believes that in wartime the nation will unite. She is a big step into the past. Cold War Liberals are in their dotage now and should just take the gold watch then go home to their republican grandchildren.
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Reading The Riot Act… Fair Warning, Withers.

September 8, 2016

There is a historical basis for the expression: reading the riot act. The act, known as “An Act for preventing tumults and riotous assemblies, and for the more speedy and effectual punishing the rioters,” was enacted by Parliament in 1715. Before arresting persons under this law, the law had to be read aloud, allowing people to disperse and to assure that they knew they were in violation of the law.

People talk of the death penalty being in the bible as a justification for capital punishment. But how was the biblical death penalty enforced back then? It was only invoked after a series of requirements were met – chief among them the criminal had to have been told in front of two witnesses that what he was about to do was indeed punishable by death.

People have to know before being held culpable.

Even the mythical Jesus of Nazareth said, “Forgive them for they know not what they do.”

Well I am putting Withers on notice: If you are With ➡︎HER then you side with murder and death on a global scale.

Hillary Clinton’s stated Raison D’être, from her own mouth, for being the president is to be able to launch war to ATTACK and DESTROY countries she sees as led by “bullies,” a mind-numbingly jejune attitude for an elderly woman to have. It reeks of the schoolyard she must have dreaded as a child.

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As Secretary of state, Clinton’s bloodlust and eagerness to fight anyone she perceives as a bully led to the massacres in Libya, and Syria, and Honduras. And she refuses to acknowledge it. Worse, she DEFENDS it.

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This is who Hillary Clinton is. A neocon warrior who will plunge the world into more wars. Neocon Republican Robert Kagan said to the NY Times in 2014: “I feel comfortable with her on foreign policy,” Mr. Kagan said, adding that the next step after Mr. Obama’s more realist approach “could theoretically be whatever Hillary brings to the table” if elected president. “If she pursues a policy which we think she will pursue,” he added, “it’s something that might have been called neocon, but clearly her supporters are not going to call it that; they are going to call it something else.”
This praise is from the neocons who planned her run for years while you Withers were not paying attention. As the NY Times discovered in 2014. The people who needlessly invaded Iraq and Afghanistan – where America STILL wages war to this very day are WITH ➡︎HER.

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She is a neocon. Why do you suppose almost all the G. W. Bush team endorses her? Because they like change and peace?

Where Hillary Clinton gets her deep need to fight and destroy, whence her fixation with seeing bullies under her bed, I leave that to the psychiatrists she should have had treating her over the course of her life. But there is a clear sickness there. And for the world, there is stark  danger.

As the late-Christopher Hitchens cogently noted in 2008: “As for Mrs. Clinton, as for all she’s done for us and after all she’s suffered on our behalf, she feels she’s owed the presidency and who could possibly disagree? Her life is meaningless if she doesn’t get at least a shot and one can only sympathize. Unless you think, as I do, that people should be distrusted, who are running for therapeutic reasons,” said Hitchens. “Because the Presidency doesn’t calm those demons, as her husband has already proved.”

Hillary Clinton NEEDS war. Fighting is central to her stated image of herself. Fighting defines her. She is a HAWK who quotes Reagan at every opportunity.

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Last night in a softball TV interview on being Commander-in-Chief, Clinton said she will destroy Syria through air power.

Vote for her and you support that.  Period.  There is no wiggle room.

NO MORE UNCONSTITUTIONAL WARS OF CHOICE.

If you support Hillary Clinton, you support wars.

And more wars.

Your vote will say it is just fine with you. Hillary will use YOUR vote to claim a mandate. Then she will attack.

And the blood of innocents will be on your hands.
Not mine.
I will never support any conservative war-hawk.
You have been warned.
You have no excuse now.
This is the Riot Act.

People have to know before being held culpable.
NOW YOU KNOW

 

A Summer in the City Memory

August 11, 2016

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File this under: The World Moves On, Dept.

For me, as a child in the city, if my parents couldn’t send me to camp for the summer – and we didn’t know from year to year if that was possible – summer meant spending all day with “the gang” roaming Riverside Park or Central park with friends. Of course I use the word “gang” in its loosest possible sense. Crime didn’t enter into it. All that much.  We’d hit the park each toting along a canteen, generally filled with Tang, and a compass, and that most indispensable of exploration gear – walkie-talkies. We may have been in the park, mere blocks from home, but in our adventures we explored Mars! The Moon! We formed an elite commando unit moving through the growth to rescue The Boys trapped on a Pacific Island… we went everywhere and did everything. Not bad for city kids whose Boy Scout Troop met in what would shortly become Plato’s Retreat.

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There was a time – could it have been so long ago? – when low power, 100mw, walkie-talkies were so popular that every hit movie or TV show issued a set to go with the entertainment. 007, Batman, The Man From U.N.C.L.E., Lost in Space – all had walkie-talkies. G.I. Joe had an “official” set! And the frequency they used crackled and buzzed with intrigue and derring-do, all punctuated by the calls of, “Can you still hear me?”

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Sometimes, for SUPER-SECRET tasks, we used Morse Code. Some walkie-talkie sets had a copy of the code printed on the front of the “transceiver,” as we called them with Popular Science bravado. But most of the neighborhood kids memorized the code. That was then… So “Twentieth Century.” Does anyone now in these sophisticated, Hi-Tech days, use Morse Code?

I still have a pair of “toy” walkie-talkies, circa 1981; late in the cycle to be sure, but just the same as they always were, right down to the bleating Morse Code key on the side. Today, my erstwhile passport to adventure serves a more mundane purpose. Like when one of us has to go to the tenement roof to adjust something, or stay in the apartment while someone investigates that leak in the basement… Where is the fun in that? Who needs dots and dashes for a leaky roof?

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A few afternoons back, I took out one of my vintage “toy” walkie-talkies to take a listen. 35-40 years back, in summer this gadget would have been a wall to wall mishmash of pre-teen messages flying through the ether among kids out at a hard day of play. Today? What did I hear? Static.

I suppose the fun of this kind of thing has been rendered passé by text messaging and cell calls… Or maybe kids just don’t go out on adventures when at home they have an XBox to play with rather than the real world… Do they know the fun they are missing? How does an old-timer explain it?

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As kids we had great fun with these – and we did some wild stuff – including a few adventures we all swore to secrecy. I will still never admit to those didoes and escapades even under torture. Now, instead of fizzing and buzzing with the sounds of kids exploring the moon, or raiding the enemy over the hill… these frequencies are silent.

I still get the urge now and then to take one out to listen. Sometimes I send messages to… to nobody. They all grew up and the magic is gone…

Have you got a set of these? Maybe one summer day you too may give in to the urge and dust them off, stick in a 9v battery and listen. If you find yourself in or around Hell’s Kitchen, you may hear me breaking the silence… and who knows… I may hear you and answer back.