America, the fact that Homeland Security is purchasing billions of rounds of ammo and weapons while the White House is working so hard to disarm us is a frightening conundrum with diabolical opposing outcomes. Please click on the following link for at least one explanation posed by Joseph Farah of WND.
Before you click on the following link, ask yourself the same question I’m asking myself. What in the heck is in our future? One sign used by a mock protester reads, “FOOD NOW”….if that doesn’t make you think, nothing will.
Credit: Public Intelligence
The following is quite a thought provoking article filled with facts and videos. If you have about an hour, read the article and watch the videos you may come away with a somewhat confused but enlightened view of the middle east and much, much more.
A preemptive caveat: The author and myself probably don’t share the same political views and my aversion to the Federal Reserve System certainly clashes with his association with said organization. As for his politics, he certainly isn’t apolitical by any means, but I have a feeling he leans a little more to the left than I am comfortable leaning. I’m also not too clear on his view of the NRA either. Oh well we can’t all be the sharpest needle in the pin cushion.
I don’t entirely agree with Mr. Duff’s decision to encourage Americans not to vote in the upcoming Presidential election as he states at the end of his article, (“Don’t vote for anyone you wouldn’t let walk your dog.”). I have to admit that I will be holding my nose when I cast my vote. There is no political solution to America’s problems. My total disillusionment with the entire economic, geopolitical, political, war mongering, sanctimonious, holier than thou, America will make you submit attitude, makes me sick. I hate liars, despise terrorists, loathe bullies and would love the opportunity to spit on the elitists who always “know what’s best”. I also hate free loaders, despise socialists, loathe liberals and would love to live to see them all reduced to living in a refrigerator box under the freeway all holding hands and singing Kumbayah. I love freedom, adore my rights under the Constitution of the United States of America, respect the military and pray that my children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren survive the karma that is certain to befall our nation. Apathy, the apathy I see frightens me more than anything. Just like “sheep to the slaughter” our citizens blindly go about day by day without a clue of what is taking place in the world around them. All that said, if you wish, embark on this journey and tell me what you think.
The following article was written by Gordon Duff.
Gordon Duff is a Marine Vietnam veteran, a combat infantryman, and Senior Editor at Veterans Today. His career has included extensive experience in international banking along with such diverse areas as consulting on counter insurgency, surveillance technologies, intelligence analysis, defense technologies and acting as a UN diplomat and “special consultant.”
Duff currently serves on the boards of the Adamus Group, one of the world’s largest energy technology firms and of a private financial institution participating in the Federal Reserve Banking group.
His most recent project adapts advanced military technologies to wildlife and land management in cooperation with the UN, USAID and International Wildlife Federation.
Gordon Duff has traveled to over 80 nations. His articles are published around the world and translated into a number of languages. Duff, military affairs analyst for Press TV, is regularly on TV and radio, a popular and sometimes controversial guest. (Courtesy of Veterans Today)
IF YOU ARE A LIBERAL AND IF YOU ARE IGNORANT TO OUR LAWS!! THIS IS FOR YOU!
BILL OF RIGHTS
The first ten amendments to the US Constitution.
The Bill of Rights is the collective name for the first ten amendments to the United States Constitution. These limitations serve to protect the natural rights of liberty and property. They guarantee a number of personal freedoms, limit the government’s power in judicial and other proceedings, and reserve some powers to the states and the public. While originally the amendments applied only to the federal government, most of their provisions have since been held to apply to the states by way of the Fourteenth Amendment.
The amendments were introduced by James Madison to the 1st United States Congress as a series of legislative articles. They were adopted by the House of Representatives on August 21, 1789, formally proposed by joint resolution of Congress on September 25, 1789, and came into effect as Constitutional Amendments on December 15, 1791, through the process of ratification by three-fourths of the States. While twelve amendments were passed by Congress, only ten were originally passed by the states. Of the remaining two, one was adopted as the Twenty-seventh Amendment and the other technically remains pending before the states.
Originally, the Bill of Rights implicitly legally protected only white men, excluding American Indians, people considered to be “black” (now described as African Americans), and women. These exclusions were not explicit in the Bill of Rights’ text, but were well understood and applied.
The Bill of Rights plays a key role in American law and government, and remains a vital symbol of the freedoms and culture of the nation. One of the first fourteen copies of the Bill of Rights is on public display at the National Archives in Washington, D.C.
“A well regulated militia, being necessary to the security of a free state, the right of the people to keep and bear arms, shall not be infringed.”
A must see! I just lost my Internet connection for about thirty minutes. I knew there was a potential for some activity in the next few days. This is a NASA video re-blogged from the Survival Place Blog:
I’ve known this for a few years now but events of the past few weeks have certainly proven it to be an absolute. Chivalry is dead, buried and decomposed! At sixty-eight years old, crippled with arthritis and barely getting around, I’ve found that the concern for one’s neighbors is certainly a thing of the past.
Before I became almost incapacitated, I was setting a post for my new mailbox. Yes, setting the post. I’ve lived in my home for twenty-three years and as a single mother learned to do everything that needed to be done by myself (at least in my younger days). That aside, I was having quite a bit of trouble digging through the hard ground, ground that had never been spaded before in the almost eighty years of my home’s existence. As I was struggling to handle the digging operation, stirring a bag of cement and trying to set the post, I noticed my next door neighbor arriving at his home. He is several years younger than I and much more capable of handling such a small, minute job as setting a mailbox post. I looked up as he exited his car and thinking “maybe he’ll come and give me a hand”. I couldn’t have been more wrong. He threw up his hand and waved as he made his way into his house without a second thought.
More recently, I was working in my yard trying to remove some large limbs that had fallen from my one hundred year old oak trees. Now keep in mind that I live on a busy street and there are never fewer than fifteen or twenty vehicles passing my house at any given moment. My arms loaded with limbs, I turned to look behind me and tripped over a big log that I hadn’t noticed. I fell flat on the ground and lay there for a few minutes just to gain my composure before trying to pick myself up from the ground. I was in full view of the street and at least six vehicles. When I looked at the faces of the drivers it was clear that they saw me on the ground. Did anyone stop? Surprise, surprise, surprise, NO, not one soul stopped to see if I was dead or alive.
Now that we have all lived in close proximity of each other for decades, everyone knows that I have mobility problems. Those trees I mentioned before dump millions of leaves in my yard in the fall and especially after a wind storm. Knowing my limitations one might go out on a limb and assume that someone on this street would see that the leaves are just too much for me to handle anymore. If this was years gone by, one could count on that, but today one might as well assume in one hand and spit in the other and see which one fills up quickest. That was my Mother’s saying when I would ask for something I knew was out of the question, only I substituted “assume” with her quote “wish”.
I guess I feel a little neglected today. Since my washer and dryer died, I have to wash by hand and hang out the clothes on a clothesline between the house and garage. Today was wash day. But after the wash was done, I knew I had to do something about those leaves. So I pulled out the leaf blower and cleaned around the back of the house. That probably doesn’t sound like much, but that was more than most people have to contend with in their entire yard. Since about eight this morning, my neighbor has used his gas powered, back-pack blower to blow his entire yard and his $20,000 lawn mower to cut and mulch the lawn. Not once did he offer to help and with his new fangled equipment it may have taken fifteen minutes at the most.
All this probably sounds like a grouchy old woman complaining about her neighbors and maybe so, but I remember a time when things were totally different! I lived with my Grandmother most of my life and all the neighbors in our neighborhood were as helpful as could be. As my Grandmother grew older, there was never a time when she had to struggle with her yard. She loved to garden and her yard was a showplace. But her neighbors always took up the slack when Mama’s tasks became too much for her. Her children and grandchildren were always there to help and we never expected her to take a chance on injuring herself in the yard.
Until six months ago, I was climbing my ladder to paint, trimming hedges and working a pretty good sized vegetable garden. Now I’m not sure I can even garden next spring. I keep trying though. I know that tonight when I lay down my head to go to sleep, I can count on waking up every time I turn over because of the work I did today and the inflammation it will cause in my ailing joints. Tomorrow I will spend most of the day either lying down or sitting and reading because I used myself up today. I’m just thankful that I could do what I did today and pray that I can at least garden a little next spring. Without that I will be lost.
I just don’t know the world I’m living in any longer. I think I will always be a “child” of the past. A time when neighbors were neighborly, people cared for each other and older adults were valued. From my view, that isn’t the world I’m living in today. I pray I have been a loving child and grandchild to my elders and I can only dream of times gone by and long for them once again.