Saturday, August 21, 2010
Random Thoughts on the Mosque Controversey and Media on Obama Being a Muslim
Barry, the ‘Halfway Man’
I make jokes about Barry, but the truth is, he is actually, quite an enigma.
I firmly believe Barack Hussein Obama is a very complex person; so complex in fact, that even he does not understand his very own self.
He is half American, half foreign. He is half white, half mixed. He is half Christian, half Muslim. He has half the skills required to become a great politician; but only half; ie., his speaking skills are excellent. The half he is missing is a complete lack of political acumen. Again, a half way man. Not the complete package. He cuts a dashing image, but is quite shallow.
He is a naturally gifted speaker and that is what, I believe, brought him to the forefront; that is what caused his handlers [who ever they may be; tho I see the likes of George Soros behind him, but so much more; I suspect there is Saudi Arabian oil money behind him, too] to take notice of him; that, along with, their noticing all the traits I just listed.
What they saw was a very gifted young man, who in their view, had many of the most appealing qualities; appealing to the American voter; yet they also saw something else. They saw a very confused, troubled young man. A man who did not appear to have his feet on the ground, no real founding principles, belief system, and as such, they saw a person whom they could mold into what they wanted, to do what they wanted; to be their front man or puppet, so to speak.
No, they were not all seeing, all knowing; he was not the only one they had chosen, but due to his many natural skills and traits, he soon rather leapt out to the forefront; for them, he appeared to be the most moldable and yet, appear so earnest, open, honest and most appealing to the voters. They had only one problem. That was: how to hide or conceal his true identity and background. As history reflects; they did a very admirable job of this!
So, they groomed him; they saw in him certain traits that they could use to foster their own political agenda. Because of all his aforementioned traits, they knew he could be very appealing to the American electorate; and as history shows, they were correct.
During their grooming of Barry, they convinced him, he was a great uniter, a fighter for the under privileged, the down trodden, those who have little, and so on. They further convinced him that America was a bad place; the American way was a serious detriment to a brave, new world; a new world order, so to speak. America must be changed! America could no longer be a world leader, and thereby foster American ideals across the globe .. America must be defeated, but from within, and not by war or military engagements, but rather, by words. Yes, over the long haul, words ARE more powerful than swords!
The make over of Barry into a socialist was not a difficult task, as he came from little, had little, and without his handlers, had little hopes for every getting more than, little. So, he was a willing convert or disciple
Consider, for a moment; what has Barry done over the past 18 months in office. He has gone on an apology tour, pretty much around the world. Apologizing for past American mistakes, transgressions and actions. He had his beer summit; pitting white vs. black, and while not being completely overt about it, taking the minority side. He has told the world; America is NOT a Christian nation; he has refused to prosecute or even investigate numerous instances of black violence or travesties against whites; not so much so as to be a racist, but more of simply taking the minority side. Same with the lady from the Ag. Dept., who was accused of making racist statements, fired, then re-hired; again, taking the minority side; the appeasing of the minority view or perspective. Now, lately, he has, to a large degree, supported the Muslim view in regards to the mosque and Twin Towers debacle. All the while, taking the minority position; even the anti-American view. Coupled with that, virtually every bill, in Congress, he has championed has evolved around wealth distribution; again, the Socialist view [anti ‘majority’ anything]. He is anti big business; the one tenet that has made America the powerful nation, around the world, that it is.
So, the bringing America to its knees, financially; the apologizing to the world for any/all travesties, either real or imagined, America has fostered upon the world; the claiming we are not a Christian nation; the constant siding with the minority view; the takeover of American industry, banking, monetary system, Wall Street, the refusal to openly and honestly address the nation’s employment issues [think of Germany, following the Great Depression … ie., a people who NEED their government for their very subsistence are very easily managed and controlled!], the refusal to earnestly address the illegal immigration situation [the turning of a deaf ear to the plight of Arizona and the border states], and so on; all a part of the socialist view of a one world order. National boundaries mean nothing, wealth should be distributed; all should share equally and so forth.
But, I will maintain; all that is above Barry’s pay grade. Barry is merely the spokesman, the front man, or as I view it, the puppet. Someone or ones ,are behind him, pulling the strings!
If you need some circumstantial evidence to this fact, consider this: every time Barry gives a prepared speech, he is fantastic; all the right inflections, cute little grins, hand motions; clear voice, clear message, little jokes planted here and there – the consummate orator. NOW, take when Barry speaks off the cuff; poor fool seems to constantly step on his tongue, look a bit nervous; not nearly as smooth as when giving his prepared speeches. The reason why? Well, in my view; his speeches are prepared and written by his backers; his off the cuff statements are made by him! He, himself, is not nearly as smooth or as smart as one would think; when compared to when he is giving prepared orations. He is an orator, a front man, no more, no less! Does snake oil salesman come to mind?
And so you have, Barry, the ‘half-way’ man.
Oh, by the way; you are also well on your way to witnessing the greatest theft ever perpetrated upon this world! You are seeing the not so early stages of the theft of the American ideal, the American way of life, and, sadly, America, itself!
When more Americans are on the ‘taking’ side of government, as opposed to the ‘giving’ side; the die will be cast and the end; a foregone conclusion! And America, we just ain’t that far away, even as we speak.
You know I like analogies. So, here is one which I feel, pretty much defines our situation, at this time.
It’s like fishing. Barry and his handlers are the fishermen. They have cast out their lines and we [the fish] have taken the bait. We have fought, somewhat; but not hard enough. The only thing between us and being completely reeled in; is to break that damned line connecting the hook [in our mouth] and the fishing rod, which Barry and Congress are holding in their greedy little hands.
We have enough strength, for one last mighty flip of our tail. IF we put ourselves into it, with all our strength; we have this last chance to break that line or dislodge the hook; if only, temporarily, but at least a chance. That last chance is: this November! Think about it USA Citizens!!
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Obama and the NY Ground Zero Mosque
Now after all the hub bub he created Obama tries wiggiling out of his statement by saying he wasn't talking about the wisdom of building a mosque there,but just their right to build a mosque. Nice try Barack baby. I guess he was for the mosque before he was against it. Now Mayor Bloomberg has come out in favor of the mosque sighting our constituion right of freedom of religion. I wonder if mayor Bloomberg would be in favor of building a white supremist church in Harlem under the same premise of freedom of religion.
Having a mosque built at Ground Zero would send a message to the Arab countries that they have conquered us. In the Arab world, whenever an Arab nation conquers another they always build a mosque. The radical Islamists plan is world domination and they are spreading fast. Their plan is: 1)get as many muslims here as possible.There are currently 3-6 million muslims here now. 2)Get as many mosques built as possible.There are currently 2500 mosques built here now and 3) Get elected to office so you can change laws. Obama is a muslim and he's president, he has appointed muslims to Homeland Security posts and many muslims are in power in local goverments throughout the country. Yes in this country we are tolerant of other religions, but with these radical Islamists hijacking the Islamic religion, it's either their way or the hiway. They won't accept other religions. Islam is the only religion in their minds and anyone opposing Isalm is an infidel. Their goal is to make us an Islamic state and they are very patient about it and intend to take over from within using our laws against us.
The imam who is heading this project is very controversial himself saying he wants the U.S. to become Sharia compliant, says the U.S. was an accomplice in 9/11, he has not condemned Hamas as a terror group and is now on a fund raising tour of the middle east on our tax dollars and says Osama Bin Laden was created by the U.S. This proposed mosque will also serve as a center for teaching Sharia law and thus increase the chance of terror attacks against us. Our country is indeed hanging by a thread.
Thursday, August 5, 2010
My Vacation Odyssey pt. 1 The Accident
There was a Twilight Zone episode once starring Roddy McDowell called "People Are Alike All Over" where he plays an astronaught reluctant to go on a Mars mission with two other astronaughts, ends up being the lone survivor when his ship crashes and is a put in a Martian zoo with a sign that says "Earthman in his Natural Habitat." Thus the reluctant one becomes the victim and so it was with me.
For the past two years my sis in law ha srented a condo in Ocean City Maryland for a week. I had no desire to go there and my wife always went alone and we would go to Wildwood the following week , home of the widest,"SAFEST" cleanest beach on the east coast one of the top ten beaches in the world with more rides than Disneyworld. This year my wife convinced me to go saying my little nephew was going and he loves his Uncle Jim and doesn't see me enough and this would be my chance to bond with him and we would go toWildwood the following week. So I reluctantly agreed to go.
When we got there Ididn;t care for Ocean Cityas it was too built up and citified. The condo was old and shabby from the outside,but nice on the inside.
We were there for about five days and on the sixth day before we were supposed to leave we went to the beach for one last beach day. It was six pm and the lifeguards just left. I never go in swimming after the lifeguards leave,but my neice and her son were in swimming so I joined them. As I was getting out I was in knee deep water, a wave came up from behind me and knocked me over with such fforce. The part where I was, was sandy and soft and on an incline because of the erosion from the waves unlike Wildwood whichis harder and level and my feet sank in the sand. As my feet sank another wave came in and toppled me over . I yelled for my wife to grab me and she came running over and grabbed me.
Meanwhile two very good looking dark haired beach guys who were playing beach toss games with their extrememly beautiful bikini clad girlfriends who Iwas trying to get candid pictures of for a photo shoot I was doing on "Ocean City Beach Babes vs.Wildwood Beach Babes," came runninmg over to my rescue. They must have been off duty lifeguards or EMT workers or as my wife and I like to romanticize "beach savy surfers." There was also an older gentleman in a wetsuit and his wife who may or may not have been their parents.The two young guys reacted almost instinctively with one guy grabbing me under my shoulders and his friend grabbing my feet as they carried me further inland. They shouted to their girlfriends to make something for my head and feet. They immediately put some rafts and tubes together and covered them with beach towels and made one for my head too. They gently placed my head and feet on the pillows while my neice called 9-1-1. The older gentleman in the wetsuit kept me talking so I wouldn't go intos hock asking me questions like what my name was, where I was from,how old I was etc. If these people weren't professional they sure acted likei t and knew what to do. I could see my right leg was swelled way out and twisted ina weird way so I knew that was broken,but thought my left foot was only sprained as I didn't feel any pain there and it wasn't swollen. I was to find out different later on.
The fire dept. arrived quickly with their emergemcy vehicle on the beach and transported me to a waiting ambulance which wisked me away to the nearest hospital with mywife, sis -in -law, neice and nephew following us.
So like Roddy McDowell in that Twilight Zone episode, I, the reluctant one,became the victim.
My Vacation Odyssey Pt. 2 The Trauma
The Doctor suggested I be transported to Penninsula Regional Hospital in Salsbury, Md. about 45 minutes away as they had excellent trauma teams there that could treat me immediately so we agreed. In the ambulance they gave me another shot of morphine and my wife rode up front with the female driver while the rest of my family followed. Tt was dark and the dead of night.
Once at the larger hospital, I was ushered in and given immediate attention. They took x-rays again and the woman x-ray tech said she hoped I got Dr.Huber as he was so excellent and she worked with him in the operating room for three years. She told us she she's seen him work on bones that were completely smashed and put them back together again. She also informed us that he just got back from volunteering in Haiti for a week thru Doctors Without Borders. That said alot to me about him. She also said she wanted to get his name tatooed on her back just in case something happened to her so they would know who to take her too. :D
Sure enough,the next morning I got Dr.Huber. He was the nicest, kindest and most modest Dr.I ever met. He also told you like it was. I told him I heard a lot of wonderful things about him and he replied smiling like a little kid saying,"All lies." He told me it was a tough surgery and he didn't know if he could get both legs at the same time as there was a time limit with the anesthesia, but he would try. I went in at 1 pm and the surgery lasted until 6 pm. He told me he got both legs and everything went fine. I had a rod put in my right leg along with plates and screws in my right leg and some screws and plates in my left leg with a hard cast on my left lower leg and foot.
The next several days I became the talk of the hospital with everyone from doctors, nurses, food carriers and even cleaning people all asking "How did this happen?" and I always obliged them with the story. I was told this was one of the best hospitals in the state and Dr.Huber one of the best doctors. I agree.
Everyone was so kind and responsive to all my needs there. Dr.Huber and the staff all wanted me to stay there for follow up and therapy and I wanted to stay there,but our insurance wouldn't allow for out of state therapy so we had to find a place in New Jersey. I chose kessler Institute which is near where we live and has several branches throughout the state and is rated No. 2 in the country. A facility in Chicago is rated No. 1 I was told. I also knew people who were there and raved about the place so I went there.
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
My Vacation Odyssey Pt. 3 The Road to Recovery
Like I said, Abbey proved to be a great traveling companion and conversationalist for the five hour trip. She told me how she and her ex-boyfriend liked to surf during hurricanes and how she got knocked out when a wave threw her on the beach and how she was the only woman on the fire dept.in Ocean City. She was also quite the traveler with Canada bove Washington State being the farthest northwest she traveled, Arizona and New Mexico the farthest southwest she traveled ,Maine the farthest northeast and the Bahamas the farthest south she's been. She also didn't like Obama so we had several laughs
there.
At one point I felt a rumbling in my stomach and knew what was coming on. The hospital provided me with a bedpan in case such an incident happened. I told Abbey and like the professional she was, she pulled over to the nearest rest stop andpulled over to the farthest parking space, gave me the bedpana nd got out so I could do my thing. She said for me to knock on the window when I was done and to put the pan in the plastic bag and she would throw it in the dumpster, which I did.
Unfortunately I had to ask her the embarassing request to clean me with the moist towelettes the hospital provided which she also professionally obliged. I told her about mysite here and that Iwas going to blog about mye xperiences and would mention her. She even laughingly said, "You can even mention that you let me clean your ass." LOLOl :D In fact it was Abbey who suggested the titles you see here.
We arrived at Kessler at 6 p.m. after leaving Md.at 1 p.m. When we got in the door the receptionist told me my wife had been calling for me and we were soon able to hook up. Abbey gave my medical records to the people at kessler and bid me good-bye and goodl uck. I asked her if she was staying overnight somewhere and she said no,she was just getting a bite to eat and take a catnap in the truck and heading back.
All the nurse and aides at Kessler are so caring and professional and knowledgeable and the occupational and physical therapists are beyond reproach and fantastic. They give you quite a workout while being very caring and responsive and considerate of your condition and directing each workout to your personal needs.
Unfortunatly the insurance company stepped in again and said they couldn't cointinue to cover me there because I was limited in what I could do so I had to find another place. We found a place called The Buckingham which is a rehab place and very nice. Unfortunately I was the youngest one there,but allt he rehab people, nurses and aides are younger than me so we bonded well. At times I imagined myself as Jack Nicholson in One FLew Over the Cuckoo's Nest only not that bad.
The Brentwood at Buckingham where I am staying is a beautiful rehab centerr located on sprawling lawns and wooded areas in Norwood,N.J.where you can spot deer now and then. It has three sections; One for long term patients,one for short term where I am and one for a Korean population. Being it is a rehab center it is not as hospitalized and less restrictive than a hospital while still retaining a professional nursing staff on hand along with personal nursing aides 24/7 dispensing medications as needed and taking good care of you. The halls are lined with beautiful landscape paintings and the rooms are more furniture oriented withTVs in large mahogany cabinets.
I can't say enough about the professional Physical therapists staff here. Each therapist is very personal, friendly and they work hard and diligently with you. Although each has several patients at once,they are all very personal, professional and sensitive with you and you never feel likee you are just a number. I have two such members.Tara is a very attractive young woman with a smile and sparkling eyes that light up her face, very intelligent, professional and knowledgeable and gives you quite a workout yet asking you how you feel after each one to judge how she can proceed and giving you a few miniutes rest between each workout.Tara works with me in the morning and concentrates on my upper body excercises to strengthen my arms,shoulders and back so I can transfer from my wheelchair to bed, toilet and other transfers. In the afternoon I work with Chris .Chris is a tall,well built lad from the Phillipines who has an infectious smile and great sense of humor. Chris works with my leg excercises which needs strengthening since both are in casts now and we work on getting tothe point where the doctor will say I can have weigh tbaring status so we can get me walking again.Chris always kids me about going surfing once I'm out ofh ere and we both laugh. Chis is like Tara and all the therapists here; very nice, dedicated and genuinely concerned about each of their patients.
I have also seen many heart warming stories here. Husbands and wives whose spouses have suffered strokes who stay by their side from morning to night.That is true love and makes me feel proud of the human race again.Of course my lovely wife Judy, who I can't thank enough for all the work she's done in answering doctors and doing paper work with the insurances,coming to visit me after work as much as she can,bringing me fruits,newspapers and even a small, portable DVD player and some of my dvd's to watch.Thanks Jude.I love you.
I have been so blessed to have such supportive people around me for this whole ordeal including you my online friends. Thank you all for being there.