Tuesday, August 23, 2016

Well Said: David Duke Does Not Represent Conservative Louisiana

Mammy, and Great, Aunt Dixie. Great Aunt Dixie would have been 44 and Mammy was probably between 62 and 66.

The perennial champion of racial division and hatred has, unfortunately, returned to Louisiana politics. Duke’s return will be a boon to his race-hustling counterparts on the left. The likes of Al $harpton and the $outhern Poverty Law Center are no doubt already preparing their mailing list to solicit millions of dollars to fight racism in Dixie. And Duke, one can be assured, is already working his own mailing list to gin-up cash from his racist devotees. All-in-all it is a win-win for the race-hustlers. Added to that win is the win for the “progressive” mainstream media who can now unjustly paint all conservatives and especially Southerners with the tar brush of Duke’s racism—it is indeed a great day to be a liberal!

Men Chant 'Black Lives Matter' Before Viciously Attacking White Victims

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Caught Lying Again: Will She Ever Tell The Truth?

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Bonnie Blue Farm!


"Y'all will be relieved and comforted in your souls to find out that the mighty US government is acting even as you sit there doing nothing, you slouch, to deliver a suffering nation from a massive cheese glut. Although I have to work like a ferret in a deserted rat hole to find any edible cheese in an American grocery store, although Americans call Velveeta "cheese," apparently the whole country is stuffed to the gills with so much cheese that the US Department of Agriculture, whose job is to destroy agriculture, must buy 11 million pounds for $20 million.

Now try to grasp this. Not 15 miles from me my friends Jim and Gayle Tanner operate Bonnie Blue Farm, the only Grade A goat dairy in Tennessee. With ne'er a drap of gummint money or subsidy, they have built one of the finest dairy goat herds in the country, dug their own cheese cave, and made cheese so superb that they can't make enough of it! Restaurants and consumers are hollerin' to get their hands on Bonnie Blue cheeses, soft or aged, goat or cow.

Now what do Jim and Gayle know that the almighty yankee government don't know and can't figure out? I tell you this much: the word "Velveeta" ain't in their vocabulary. Neither is "subsidy." www.bonniebluefarm.com. And Bonnie Blue's cheese can stand shoulder to shoulder with anything made in Europe and shove back. Ain't no cheese glut in Wayne County."

NC: Guns X3


Dear Mr. Townsend,

Thank you for contacting me to share your support for the Second Amendment and for protecting the constitutional rights of law-abiding gun owners. I would like to update you on what I am doing in Congress to look out for you and fellow gun owners.

As you already know, the Second Amendment is under attack more today than ever. I believe that the United States Constitution is crystal clear on this issue: the right to bear arms is a fundamental and individual right. That is why I have consistently supported initiatives to protect gun owners and reign in the Obama Administration. A few of the bills I am supporting in the 114th Congress include:

H.R. 2710, the Lawful Purpose and Self Defense Act, which would remove the ATF’s authority to interpret “sporting clauses” in clauses in federal law. According to the NRA, “many federal laws that regulate the importation, possession and transfer of firearms measure the lawful utility of firearms based on their usefulness for so-called ‘sporting purposes’ which only serve to undermine the core purpose of the Second Amendment.”;

H.R. 986, the Concealed Carry Reciprocity Act, which would grant any person with a concealed carry permit to carry a concealed firearm in states that do not prohibit concealed carry;

H.R. 766, the Financial Institution Consumer Protection Act, which reigns in the anti-gun Operation Choke Point, which the Obama Administration has used to try to deny banking services to legitimate firearms businesses; and

H.R. 3516, the Social Security Beneficiary 2nd Amendment Rights Protection Act, which would deny the Obama Administration of the ability to deny 2nd Amendment rights to millions of seniors who have been deemed unable to handle their finances, or suffer from “incompetency,” or any other number of “diseases.”
Thank you for allowing me to share my thoughts with you. The right to keep and bear arms is a most cherished constitutional right that I will continue to defend


Walter B. Jones
Member of Congress

‘Hillary Hospital’ Signs Welcome Hillary Clinton to LA for Her Hollywood Fundraising Gigs

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Democrat HILLary Clinton is fundraising in Los Angeles this week and local street artists wanted to make sure that she could find the closest hospital if need be.

Robert Spencer on Black Lives Matter and the Leftist/Islamic Alliance

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When the Suspect Is an Armed Black Man -- and the Cop Is Black

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Why the Left injects race into every police confrontation with the black community.

After the death of a young black man by a Milwaukee police officer, riots, looting and fires followed.

In one instance, as a gas station burned, people watching chanted, "Black power!" Local news reported that the 23-year-old suspect was not only armed but that he also defied orders to drop his gun. The Milwaukee police chief refused to identify the officer involved, but did say that he was "black." At one time, such a fact would suggest that racism and police brutality were not at play.

But as the death of Freddie Gray — a black man who died after being transported in a Baltimore police van — shows us, not necessarily. Of the six officers involved in Gray's arrest and van transportation and who were prosecuted, three were black. In fact, just weeks before the death of Freddie Gray, a White House task force praised the Baltimore Police Department, as well as its black chief, for "implementing national best practices for policies and training" and "use of force" reforms.

In Baltimore, at the time of Gray's death, the No. 1 and No. 2 heads of the Police Department were black, and most of the command staff and rank-and-file officers are people of color. The mayor of Baltimore is also black, as are the majority of city council and the state attorney who brought the charges. Four of six officers were tried, and in each case the state failed to obtain convictions. This led to the decision to drop charges against the remaining two officers, and plans for the retrial of one of the four. Zero for six.

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Italian Restaurant Is Multiculturally Enriched

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"Big group of Muslim, African migrants plundering a restaurant in Italian town Villanovaforru (Sardinia). How long Europeans will tolerate those invaders? How many more people have to die, to be raped, attacked... before we fight back?"

The Truth About Islamophobia

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David Clarke's epic rant against Progressives, Democrats and Black Lives Matter

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Newly Released Emails Show This SHOCKING Relationship Between U.S. State Department and Clinton Foundation

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I use the term ‘shocking’ rather loosely. Nothing should shock us anymore when it comes to the Clintons. And we all know what effect this news is going to have on her supporters: nothing.

I’m convinced that if there were evidence that the Clintons were involved in something vile like child sex trafficking, Hillary’s supporters would find a way to defend it, perhaps even saying that it was “for the children.”

Newly released emails and internal phone calls – obtained by Judicial Watch and Citizens United – show a blatant pay-to-play scheme going on during Clinton’s stint as Secretary of State. The Clinton Foundation acted as a sort of broker for anyone else who wanted favors from or access to the State Department. When certain foreign dignitaries or others wanted to “play” at the State Department, they couldn’t have access until they “paid” the Clinton Foundation.

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Hillary's hidden 15,000 newly uncovered emails to get timetable for release to the US public


If it wasn't obvious before, even for ethically-challenged liberals it should now be clear
that the Clintons engaged in major league graft and sold their influence to enrich themselves. 

The Clintons SHOULD BE in jail already, but they're "immunized" from prosecution
by using the same sort of influence that has amassed their now huge fortune. 

They've bought with those who could do so (FBI/DOJ/DNC) with promises of continued
employment in their corrupt administration and perhaps, much more. In a just country, free
from corruption, a special prosecutor would have been assigned to investigate this scam
at least a year ago, and a grand jury convened not long afterwards. She shoulda-coulda
been charged already and facing trial.

These latest emails show that Huma Abedin, who was employed by the State Dept. as
Hillary's top aide, and also double-dipped as a principal over at the Clinton (Crime) Family Foundation, acted as bag lady go-between to cash in on Hillary's SoS position to the tune of well more than 100 million dollars.

Anyone who would cast a vote for the Clintons is a willing accomplice to their crimes.

We need to elect Donald Trump so the American people can finally seek the justice
they deserve for the crimes committed by these two nefarious grifters.

~ J...

Missing: FBI files linking Hillary Clinton to the 'suicide' of White House counsel Vince Foster have vanished from the National Archives

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'Foster was profoundly depressed, but Hillary lambasting him was the final straw because she publicly embarrassed him in front of others,' says Clemente

FBI agents' reports of interviews documenting that Hillary Clinton's stinging humiliation of her friend and mentor Vince Foster in front of White House aides triggered his suicide a week later are missing from where they should be filed at the National Archives, Daily Mail Online has learned exclusively.

On two separate occasions, this author visited the National Archives and Records Service in College Park, Md., to review the reports generated by FBI agents assigned to investigate the 1993 death of Bill Clinton's deputy White House counsel.

On the first visit, archivist David Paynter provided the box of records that he said contained the FBI reports of interviews conducted by FBI agents on Foster's death. 

On a second visit, archivist James Mathis provided what he said were those same documents.

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Hillary Clinton Opens Pre-Opened Jar of Pickles on Jimmy Kimmel Show To "Prove" She's Strong and Healthy

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the pickle jar had already been opened before. There was no telltale sound of pressure correction when she did it. It was theatre

FBI Investigating Possible ISIS-Inspired Knife Attack in Virginia

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PHOTO: Wasil Rafat Farooqui is pictured in an undated booking photo.

The FBI has launched a federal terrorism investigation into a weekend stabbing in Roanoke, Virginia, looking at whether the attacker may have been trying to behead his victim in an alleged ISIS-inspired assault, sources told ABC News. 

Federal authorities have been aware of the alleged attacker, 20-year-old Wasil Farooqui of the Roanoke area, for some time, sources familiar with the case told ABC News. In the past year, sources said, he traveled to Turkey and may have tried to sneak into Syria, where ISIS is recruiting and inspiring sympathizers from around the world. 

Farooqui was arrested Saturday by Roanoke County Police on charges of assault with malicious wounding, and he is being held without bond at the Western Virginia Regional Jail, according to the sources and a jail database.

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Re-Post: Burial at Sea by LTC George Goodson, USMC (Ret)

  Re-post NamSouth 2009

In my 76th year, the events of my life appear to me, from time to time, as a
series of vignettes. Some were significant; most were trivial.

War is the seminal event in the life of everyone that has endured it. Though I
fought in Korea and the Dominican Republic and was wounded there, Vietnam was my

Now 42 years have passed and, thankfully, I rarely think of those days in
Cambodia, Laos, and the panhandle of North Vietnam where small teams of
Americans and Montagnards fought much larger elements of the North Vietnamese
Army. Instead I see vignettes: some exotic, some mundane:

*The smell of Nuoc Mam.
*The heat, dust, and humidity.
*The blue exhaust of cycles clogging the streets.
*Elephants moving silently through the tall grass.
*Hard eyes behind the servile smiles of the villagers.
*Standing on a mountain in Laos and hearing a tiger roar.
*A young girl squeezing my hand as my medic delivered her baby.
*The flowing Ao Dais of the young women biking down Tran Hung Dao.
*My two years as Casualty Notification Officer in North Carolina, Virginia, and

It was late 1967. I had just returned after 18 months in Vietnam. Casualties
were increasing. I moved my family from Indianapolis to Norfolk, rented a house,
enrolled my children in their fifth or sixth new school, and bought a second

A week later, I put on my uniform and drove 10 miles to Little Creek, Virginia.
I hesitated before entering my new office. Appearance is important to career
Marines. I was no longer, if ever, a poster Marine. I had returned from my third
tour in Vietnam only 30 days before. At 5'9", I now weighed 128 pounds - 37
pounds below my normal weight. My uniforms fit ludicrously, my skin was yellow
from malaria medication, and I think I had a twitch or two.

I straightened my shoulders, walked into the office, looked at the nameplate on
a Staff Sergeant's desk and said, "Sergeant Jolly, I'm Lieutenant Colonel
Goodson. Here are my orders and my Qualification Jacket."

Sergeant Jolly stood, looked carefully at me, took my orders, stuck out his
hand; we shook and he asked, "How long were you there, Colonel?" I replied "18
months this time." Jolly breathed, you must be a slow learner Colonel." I

Jolly said, "Colonel, I'll show you to your office and bring in the Sergeant
Major. I said, "No, let's just go straight to his office." Jolly nodded,
hesitated, and lowered his voice, "Colonel, the Sergeant Major. He's been in
this job two years. He's packed pretty tight. I'm worried about him." I nodded.

Jolly escorted me into the Sergeant Major's office. "Sergeant Major, this is
Colonel Goodson, the new Commanding Office. The Sergeant Major stood, extended
his hand and said, "Good to see you again, Colonel." I responded, "Hello Walt,
how are you?" Jolly looked at me, raised an eyebrow, walked out, and closed the

I sat down with the Sergeant Major. We had the obligatory cup of coffee and
talked about mutual acquaintances. Walt's stress was palpable. Finally, I said,
"Walt, what's the hell's wrong?" He turned his chair, looked out the window and
said, "George, you're going to wish you were back in Nam before you leave here.
I've been in the Marine Corps since 1939. I was in the Pacific 36 months, Korea
for 14 months, and Vietnam for 12 months. Now I come here to bury these kids.
I'm putting my letter in. I can't take it anymore." I said, "OK Walt. If that's
what you want, I'll endorse your request for retirement and do what I can to
push it through Headquarters Marine Corps."

Sergeant Major Walt Xxxxx retired 12 weeks later. He had been a good Marine for
28 years, but he had seen too much death and too much suffering. He was used up.

Over the next 16 months, I made 28 death notifications, conducted 28 military
funerals, and made 30 notifications to the families of Marines that were
severely wounded or missing in action. Most of the details of those casualty
notifications have now, thankfully, faded from memory. Four, however, remain.

My third or fourth day in Norfolk, I was notified of the death of a 19 year old
Marine. This notification came by telephone from Headquarters Marine Corps. The
information detailed:

*Name, rank, and serial number.
*Name, address, and phone number of next of kin.
*Date of and limited details about the Marine's death.
*Approximate date the body would arrive at the Norfolk Naval Air Station.
*A strong recommendation on whether the casket should be opened or closed.

The boy's family lived over the border in North Carolina, about 60 miles away. I
drove there in a Marine Corps staff car. Crossing the state line into North
Carolina, I stopped at a small country store / service station / Post Office. I
went in to ask directions.

Three people were in the store. A man and woman approached the small Post Office
window. The man held a package. The Store owner walked up and addressed them by
name, "Hello John. Good morning Mrs. Cooper."

I was stunned. My casualty's next-of-kin's name was John Cooper!

I hesitated, then stepped forward and said, "I beg your pardon. Are you Mr. and
Mrs. John Cooper of (address.)

The father looked at me-I was in uniform - and then, shaking, bent at the waist,
he vomited. His wife looked horrified at him and then at me. Understanding came
into her eyes and she collapsed in slow motion. I think I caught her before she
hit the floor.

The owner took a bottle of whiskey out of a drawer and handed it to Mr. Cooper
who drank. I answered their questions for a few minutes. Then I drove them home
in my staff car. The store owner locked the store and followed in their truck.
We stayed an hour or so until the family began arriving.

I returned the store owner to his business. He thanked me and said, "Mister, I
wouldn't have your job for a million dollars." I shook his hand and said;
"Neither would I."

I vaguely remember the drive back to Norfolk. Violating about five Marine Corps
regulations, I drove the staff car straight to my house. I sat with my family
while they ate dinner, went into the den, closed the door, and sat there all
night, alone.

My Marines steered clear of me for days. I had made my first death notification.

Weeks passed with more notifications and more funerals. I borrowed Marines from
the local Marine Corps Reserve and taught them to conduct a military funeral:
how to carry a casket, how to fire the volleys and how to fold the flag.

When I presented the flag to the mother, wife, or father, I always said, "All
Marines share in your grief." I had been instructed to say, "On behalf of a
grateful nation...." I didn't think the nation was grateful, so I didn't say

Sometimes, my emotions got the best of me and I couldn't speak. When that
happened, I just handed them the flag and touched a shoulder. They would look
at me and nod. Once a mother said to me, "I'm so sorry you have this terrible
job." My eyes filled with tears and I leaned over and kissed her.

Six weeks after my first notification, I had another. This was a young PFC. I
drove to his mother's house. As always, I was in uniform and driving a Marine
Corps staff car. I parked in front of the house, took a deep breath, and walked
towards the house. Suddenly the door flew open, a middle-aged woman rushed out.
She looked at me and ran across the yard, screaming "NO! NO! NO! NO!"

I hesitated. Neighbors came out. I ran to her, grabbed her, and whispered stupid
things to reassure her. She collapsed. I picked her up and carried her into the
house.. Eight or nine neighbors followed. Ten or fifteen later, the father came
in followed by ambulance personnel. I have no recollection of leaving.

The funeral took place about two weeks later. We went through the drill. The
mother never looked at me. The father looked at me once and shook his head

One morning, as I walked in the office, the phone was ringing. Sergeant Jolly
held the phone up and said, "You've got another one, Colonel." I nodded, walked
into my office, picked up the phone, took notes, thanked the officer making the
call, I have no idea why, and hung up. Jolly, who had listened, came in with a
special Telephone Directory that translates telephone numbers into the person's
address and place of employment.

The father of this casualty was a Longshoreman. He lived a mile from my office.
I called the Longshoreman's Union Office and asked for the Business Manager. He
answered the phone, I told him who I was, and asked for the father's schedule.

The Business Manager asked, "Is it his son?" I said nothing. After a moment, he
said, in a low voice, "Tom is at home today." I said, "Don't call him. I'll take
care of that." The Business Manager said, "Aye, Aye Sir," and then explained,
"Tom and I were Marines in WWII."

I got in my staff car and drove to the house. I was in uniform. I knocked and a
woman in her early forties answered the door. I saw instantly that she was
clueless. I asked, "Is Mr. Smith home?" She smiled pleasantly and responded,
"Yes, but he's eating breakfast now. Can you come back later?" I said, "I'm
sorry. It's important. I need to see him now."

She nodded, stepped back into the beach house and said, "Tom, it's for you."

A moment later, a ruddy man in his late forties, appeared at the door. He
looked at me, turned absolutely pale, steadied himself, and said, "Jesus Christ
man, he's only been there three weeks!"

Months passed. More notifications and more funerals. Then one day while I was
running, Sergeant Jolly stepped outside the building and gave a loud whistle,
two fingers in his mouth....... I never could do that..... and held an imaginary
phone to his ear.

Another call from Headquarters Marine Corps. I took notes, said, "Got it." and
hung up. I had stopped saying "Thank You" long ago.

Jolly, "Where?"

Me, "Eastern Shore of Maryland. The father is a retired Chief Petty Officer..
His brother will accompany the body back from Vietnam...."

Jolly shook his head slowly, straightened, and then said, "This time of day,
it'll take three hours to get there and back. I'll call the Naval Air Station
and borrow a helicopter. And I'll have Captain Tolliver get one of his men to
meet you and drive you to the Chief's home."

He did, and 40 minutes later, I was knocking on the father's door. He opened the
door, looked at me, then looked at the Marine standing at parade rest beside the
car, and asked, "Which one of my boys was it, Colonel?"

I stayed a couple of hours, gave him all the information, my office and home
phone number and told him to call me, anytime.

He called me that evening about 2300 (11:00PM). "I've gone through my boy's
papers and found his will. He asked to be buried at sea. Can you make that
happen?" I said, "Yes I can, Chief. I can and I will."

My wife who had been listening said, "Can you do that?" I told her, "I have no
idea. But I'm going to break my ass trying."

I called Lieutenant General Alpha Bowser, Commanding General, Fleet Marine Force
Atlantic, at home about 2330, explained the situation, and asked, "General, can
you get me a quick appointment with the Admiral at Atlantic Fleet Headquarters?"
General Bowser said," George, you be there tomorrow at 0900. He will see you.

I was and the Admiral did. He said coldly, "How can the Navy help the Marine
Corps, Colonel." I told him the story. He turned to his Chief of Staff and said,
"Which is the sharpest destroyer in port?" The Chief of Staff responded with a

The Admiral called the ship, "Captain, you're going to do a burial at sea.
You'll report to a Marine Lieutenant Colonel Goodson until this mission is

He hung up, looked at me, and said, "The next time you need a ship, Colonel,
call me. You don't have to sic Al Bowser on my ass." I responded, "Aye Aye, Sir"
and got the h-ll out of his office.

I went to the ship and met with the Captain, Executive Officer, and the Senior
Chief. Sergeant Jolly and I trained the ship's crew for four days. Then Jolly
raised a question none of us had thought of. He said, "These government caskets
are air tight. How do we keep it from floating?"

All the high priced help including me sat there looking dumb. Then the Senior
Chief stood and said, "Come on Jolly. I know a bar where the retired guys from
World War II hang out."

They returned a couple of hours later, slightly the worst for wear, and said,
"It's simple; we cut four 12" holes in the outer shell of the casket on each
side and insert 300 lbs of lead in the foot end of the casket. We can handle
that, no sweat."

The day arrived. The ship and the sailors looked razor sharp. General Bowser,
the Admiral, a US Senator, and a Navy Band were on board. The sealed casket was
brought aboard and taken below for modification. The ship got underway to the
12-fathom depth.

The sun was hot. The ocean flat. The casket was brought aft and placed on a
catafalque. The Chaplin spoke. The volleys were fired. The flag was removed,
folded, and I gave it to the father. The band played "Eternal Father Strong to
Save." The casket was raised slightly at the head and it slid into the sea.

The heavy casket plunged straight down about six feet. The incoming water
collided with the air pockets in the outer shell. The casket stopped abruptly,
rose straight out of the water about three feet, stopped, and slowly slipped
back into the sea. The air bubbles rising from the sinking casket sparkled in
the in the sunlight as the casket disappeared from sight forever.....

The next morning I called a personal friend, Lieutenant General Oscar Peatross,
at Headquarters Marine Corps and said, "General, get me out of here. I can't
take this anymore." I was transferred two weeks later.

I was a good Marine but, after 17 years, I had seen too much death and too much
suffering. I was used up.

Vacating the house, my family and I drove to the office in a two-car convoy.. I
said my goodbyes. Sergeant Jolly walked out with me. He waved at my family,
looked at me with tears in his eyes, came to attention, saluted, and said, "Well
Done, Colonel. Well Done."

I felt as if I had received the Medal of Honor!

A veteran is someone who, at one point, wrote a blank
check made payable to 'The United States of America ' for an amount of 'up to and including their life.'

That is Honor, and there are way too many people in this country
who no longer understand it.'

Burial At Sea