Author: JD Pendry

In the summer of 1980, I volunteered to be an Army Drill Sergeant. As a Drill Sergeant candidate, I was sent to Fort McClellan, Alabama the former home of the Women’s Army Corps (WAC). Then it was the home of the Military Police One Station Unit Training (OSUT), Chemical schools Advanced Individual Training (AIT), and a Basic Combat Training (BCT) Brigade. By autumn, I had completed Drill Sergeant School and was returned to my unit, where for the next two and a half years, I moved 14 platoons through BCT.

At the time I began my tour, the Army was experimenting with integrated BCT consisting of males and females in the same company, but in all male or all female platoons. The experiment, for lack of a better term, failed. We returned to gender segregated BCT.

I trained males and females in gender integrated and gender segregated companies. Integrated companies presented unnecessary problems for training cadre. Just a simple example – when we force marched a company, the straggler vehicle would be collecting primarily female trainees. Ultimately the pace of was reduced so that most females could keep up. Before that happened however, there were multiple stress fractures, mostly pelvic, caused by females lengthening stride to keep up. There were other distractions that could have been avoided also. That is the escapades of teenagers, male and female, locked away together in the same barracks for 9 weeks. There was also the problem between some unscrupulous male Drill Sergeants and female trainees. It was not an environment conducive to effective BCT. When we returned to same sex companies, males and females performed better.

Some years after there was a federal advisory commission formed that recommended against gender integrated training below platoon level and that males and females be housed separately, but the recommendations were disregarded. When my son graduated BCT in the 90’s his company was integrated at squad level. I was of the belief then and now that our basic trainees were not put into best possible training environment to learn discipline and basic combat skills. They were not integrated because it was the best training condition; they were integrated to support a social engineering agenda.

Then came Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell (DADT). Contrary to popular belief, DADT was not the law that prohibited homosexual service it was federal law passed by Congress that did that. DADT was a Clinton Administration policy to circumvent the law passed by Congress. Under Bill Clinton’s policy, a person entering the service could no longer be asked if they were homosexual (don’t ask) and they could serve as long as they did not declare their homosexuality (don’t tell). The other common myth is that it was a military policy. For the stupid among us, under the Constitution it is Congress that establishes rules for the Armed Forces. But the typical news idiot will always tell you that the “military” policy prohibiting homosexual service was repealed. Although homosexuals have always served, we are a better force now because we have open homosexuality, homosexual marriage and homosexual dependents? I suppose those now serving will have to answer that for you.

Women in Combat Arms, was a discussion even before I left the service. Most of the women I knew were not interested and most of the men did not care as long as the women could me the standards. Combat Arms are now open to women. We were told that there would be no gender accommodations for physical standards…snicker, snicker… I saw a military times article that said there will be a unisex physical fitness standard. Male standards will be lowered. According to the Sergeant Major of the Army this will really increase troop morale. Well SMA, it looks like the participation trophy mentality has made it to the Army. Sorry brother, but maybe I am just an old dinosaur. But I do not recognize the Army you are building.

Now I suppose we have achieved social acceptance. Transgenders will now serve openly. I do not even know what that means. I suppose grooming and uniform standards just went out the window – and who knows what else. Will biological men wear women’s uniforms? Or male uniforms and make-up. Reckon that is why we are getting a unisex physical fitness standard?

Yep, let’s put another progressive administration in charge.

© 2016

It was dusk and the end of another hot day. Suzie-Q and I settled on the back porch to listen to the quiet. After a few minutes, we began to notice the fireflies lifting off from the grass. Seems there were more than usual. It is a spectacle that still fascinates old kids like us. With their tails momentarily ablaze, they would fly off into the growing darkness. Soon, all there was to see was an occasional small streak of light zipping by. It is calming to observe and admire such a natural occurrence without having a single thought and no feeling except calm.

As the fireflies mostly burned out and went about doing whatever it is that fireflies do, a very bright full moon began to show itself through the tree tops further up the hill. That sight itself causes you to scoot a little closer to whomever you are sharing the view with. No words are required. But something ruined the moment’s serenity. From another time combined with the thoughts of the day, something popped into my mind. The words from a CCR tune, Bad Moon Rising.

I see the bad moon arising.
I see trouble on the way.
I see earthquakes and lightnin’.
I see bad times today.

Last week, I sat down to write about the state of our Armed Forces. It is a topic I have been writing about for a long time. In July 2011, I wrote, I Remember Carter’s Army. After talking about some of the Commanders in Chief I served under during my Army Time, I concluded that by the time the Obama administration ended we may be longing for Carter’s Army. Well, here we are. In March 2012, not quite a year later I wrote, Just Another Vietnam, concluding that liberals (and frankly I probably need to amend that to read Washington politicians) were going to turn military successes in Iraq and Afghanistan into just another Vietnam along with abandonment and the rise of forces willing to fill mass graves. Well, here we are. Over the years, I wrote much about the many social engineering projects that are negatively impacting the force and with it readiness. Now we have added women to combat arms and soon to follow, trans-genders. With the cuts to our Armed Forces leaving them at pre-WWII levels or worse, we are sitting ducks. I never thought I would see the day when I, as an American, would necessarily ponder whether I am prepared to defend my family and my homeland. But, here I am.

I did not write that essay, because I was a little angry with the Orlando attack and the response of the political hacks who call themselves our leaders. It is never a good idea for me to write when I am angry. Keyboards can be damaged and words sent out across the world wild net are there to stay. As time went on, the anger did not subside although my thought process may be a little more rational.

We are in a Presidential election cycle. Although it seems like I have heard the words every single time there was an election, this one is certainly the most important in my lifetime. I will decide the fate of our nation.

Sitting in the Whitehouse, we have a petulant little man who is also an Islam apologist. Just like all of the others, it was not a murdering Islamist that walked into the Orlando night club and killed 49 people. It was a rifle that did it. So instead of an all out war on ISIS, not a drone strike here and there that kills one cockroach that is replaced before the sun sets on the dead one, he declares war on semi-automatic rifles. We must get those “weapons of war” out of the hands of citizens. Do know what weapons of war are Mr. President? They are box cutters in the hands of Islamic terrorists intent on killing Americans and who succeeded in murdering 3000 non-combatants. All the terrorist murders were from Saudi Arabia to whose king you bowed. And there would have been more on that day if some Americans had not said “let’s roll.” And who is in the wings to replace you? Another wholly owned by the Muslim Brotherhood with millions of dollars paid into her foundation from at least 10 Islamic countries – where they execute homosexuals.

And what do we have on the other side? We have a candidate who is a racist and bigot because he suggests a pause in Muslim immigration until they can be properly vetted. Members of his party are working harder to defeat him than they ever did to defeat the petulant one – the Speaker of the House the worst among them. I despise these knee-jerk hacks as much as I despise the idiots on the other side. I do not like it when people play with my life and the lives of my grandchildren. It is time for the adults to assume control. Either they come together with an inoculation for terminal cranial rectal inversion syndrome or we get another wholly owned Islam apologist, military hating, Marxist in the Whitehouse. And this one wants all of the guns. And she will get them with a majority progressive Supreme Court. And America is done. Understand that Republicans. Done! Let’s roll?

Hope you got your things together.
Hope you are quite prepared to die.
Looks like we’re in for nasty weather.
One eye is taken for an eye.

©2016 J. D. Pendry All Rights Reserved

I do not know if there are any surgeons among you, but if so, have you ever tried surgery with a weed eater. It is not a precision tool. Some weeks ago up in the backyard, I buried some bleeding hearts. To my astonishment, many of the roots I stuck into the ground are actually growing. A couple of them have flowers. Cute little red, heart shaped flowers. I have used caution while mowing and trimming the lawn. Unfortunately, because weed eaters are so indiscriminant and imprecise, some of those burgeoning plants will need a second start. Sort of like some flaming out talk radio hosts and neo conservative magazine editors.

Several years ago, I planted a persimmon tree from root stock. Suzie-Q’s all time favorite fruit. Two actually, well four if you count the first attempt. In spite of my efforts, one has survived. For several years, it has been little more that a twig with a few oversized leafs on it. I learned through several minutes of intense study, that this tree is supposed to produce fruit in its fifth year. I told Suzie-Q she better have a chat with it, because if there is no fruit come summer time it may not warrant keeping and I would put a dogwood in the hole. Even I can grow a dogwood. I saw her taking a look. Her back was to me and her hands were on her hips. I cannot say for certain whether or not she was giving it a talking to. Maybe it was one of those Spock Vulcan mind things. While wreaking havoc on the bleeding hearts and also trimming around the tree, I noticed it now covered with tiny little persimmons. So if the tree rodents that you may call squirrels and the allied antlered rodents are kind, by fall Suzie-Q should have persimmons. For which I will take all of the credit. Sort of like the politician whose policies destroy three jobs while expecting praise for the creation of one when truthfully it was God and the cycle of nature that did all of the work.

From a distance, I noticed my rose bush looked a little sickly following its grand start this spring. Like the stock market, but not quite as sick. A closer investigation revealed a spider mite invasion – unwanted visitors sucking the life right out of a beautiful plant. Another familiar thought entered my mind just now. As I was about to unleash chemical warfare and prune the rose down to a few inches above ground and begin anew, I made another discovery. Right in the center of the thorny rose bush was a tiny bird’s nest with four little eggs in it. It made me wonder if mama bird might have smuggled these vermin into the roses aboard her nest makings. Suzie-Q and I discussed it and decided we would give mama bird and the eggs a chance. I have inspected the nest daily. It does not look like mama has returned to the nest seeing as dying rose petals partially cover the eggs. A friend of mine who knows such things tells me they should hatch in a week to a week and a half if the mama bird tends to her job. So they have another week before they go into the compost along with the spider mites and rose bush remnants.

As the day’s work ended, it was time to fire up the grill and stare out across the fruited plain of my back yard. It was rather pleasant. Sipping a cool drink while the aroma of barbequed baby back ribs and smoked sausage swirled around my head. I may not make the best barbeque you have ever eaten, but it will rank right up near the top. I would give you the sauce recipe, but it is a closely held secret. It is so secret in fact, I never committed to memory all of the ingredients. That is just in case I am ever water-boarded. Suffice it to say that when it is being concocted nothing in the kitchen from the horse-radish mustard to the dish washing soap is safe. You can be assured that when all of these varied ingredients are stirred together with a single focus in mind the results are amazing. Sort of like that American melting pot we once knew.

© 2016 J. D. Pendry All Rights Reserved

This is an important time for our country. It is the time we set aside to remember and show respect to the men and women who gave their lives in our nation’s wars. The men and women who in their hearts knew they were fighting for our foundational values. Fighting for the principles without which we would not be the world’s exceptional nation.

Families across our land have sacrificed great numbers of loved ones ensuring the freedom of what truly is the world’s greatest nation.

Barak Hussein Obama does not deserve to be their Commander-in-Chief. He is unfit to lead this nation or our Armed Forces. During this, thankfully his last year as our leader, he has stopped pretending to be Christian. He has stopped pretending to embrace the freedom and opportunity offered here. He has stopped pretending respect for the men and women who serve or have served in our Armed Forces and their families who throughout our history have sacrificed so greatly. He is a man who can send a delegation to the funeral of a thug but offer no condolences to the family of a murdered American hero. No, he would probably prefer to apologize for what evil America did to the people who openly call for the death of America, as by action does he.

He has bowed to the Saudis. The image of mass murdering Chairman Mao once adorned a Whitehouse Christmas tree. He signed a deal with Iran that is nothing short of a pact with Satan. His disdain for Israel is plain to see. He has embraced the Cuban communists and posed with them before an image of mass murderer Che Guevara.

This Memorial week however he reached the crescendo of his apologetic hate America tours. In his ideological world view formed in a mind clouded with communist progressive indoctrination since childhood, he believes he has accomplished great things while fundamentally transforming America.

This week he posed before a bust of Ho Chi Minh while shaking hands with the Communist leadership of Vietnam. Why not continue showing disrespect for those who served in that war? It is after all a Democrat tradition. There is no accounting for the American lives lost in that war. No acknowledgement whatsoever for their service and sacrifice. No consideration of the atrocities committed by the Viet Cong and North Vietnamese against Americans, Prisoners of War and the indigenous population. No accounting for the South Vietnamese who were abandoned by liberal American politicians the likes of which were mentors to John Kerry. No accounting for the millions who died after these same politicians made it possible for the communist takeover of the country and the millions more who died in the Cambodian killing fields. Just as in Vietnam he continues the Democrat tradition in the Middle East of turning American military victory into a defeat with no regard or compassion for American lives lost and indigenous people left at the mercy of murderers. Nope, just more apologies for American evil.

At Hiroshima, he again apologized for the evil America unleashed on the world and brought upon the Japanese people. That is a simply breathtaking disregard for the millions of lives destroyed and atrocities committed across Asia by the Imperial Japanese even before their Sunday morning attack on Pearl Harbor. There was no acknowledgment of American lives lost defending America and defeating the true evil that was Imperial Japan. Not a mention while back home Americans are left to ponder the mistake of putting Obama into the highest office in the land while he repeatedly spits in our faces.

It must be a miserable existence living a totally made up life behind a façade hiding who knows what and being chosen to lead a nation you despise from her very roots. To all things there is a purpose. Barack Obama’s purpose was not the fundamental transformation of America. It was the awakening of Americans to the realization of who we are. Mission accomplished.

© 2016 J. D. Pendry All Rights Reserved.

Today Suzie-Q and I went out to the cemetery to visit my parents’ gravesite. We tidied up, replaced some old flowers with new, and then took a little quiet time. I thought about a legacy. Looking down at the final resting place for what is often referred to as the greatest generation I pondered how the legacy of my generation, the baby boomers, would measure up. I even pondered it on a personal level and what might the next generation think of me or us.

I suppose we could travel down the long trail of who did what and when, but I do not want to do that. I once participated in a seminar, the core of which was to impart that who you are depends on where you were when. Your life experiences define who you are and to a large part that also defines generations.

The people of my parent’s generation came up through the great depression. They learned the value of work especially the large percentage of Americans of the time without it, and understood the importance of providing for their families. They understood the importance of family. They understood the value of money driven by a time of less affluence. They were thrifty. The Second World War was their great challenge. Every generation has its detractors and profiteers, but for the most part Americans at home and at the war front made great sacrifices to defeat the enemy hell bent on world domination. At great cost, they won. They came home to a grateful nation and built an affluent America. It was a vision and determination from the people of that age that put a man on the moon. An American. It is safe to say they made America great. Churches were full on Sundays. No one claimed it offensive or intolerant to declare we were one nation under God. There was an audible national gasp when Clark Gable said “Frankly my dear. I don’t give a damn.”

They also started having babies, many of them. It was a baby boom. The birth of my generation.

Instead of a great depression my generation experienced relatively great affluence. Our big war was a cold one, the mission to block the expansion of communism. It was dotted with the hot ones of Korea and Vietnam, neither of which garnered the total national sacrifice of World War II. In Korea communist aggression was turned back, but the war ended in political settlement not military defeat of the enemy. Many from my generation balked at military service during the Vietnam era with protests and draft card burnings. The great generation had movie stars and the wealthy involved in the war effort. My generation had movie stars heading off to the land of our enemies to take photographs with them and make propaganda radio broadcasts directed to American Soldiers. Our wealthy were receiving multiple draft deferments or filling the bulging ranks of National Guard and Reserve units that largely never deployed to the combat zone unless they needed to build some credentials for future political endeavors. There was no big welcome home for our Vietnam War Veterans. Instead, they were blamed for the failures of politicians. Churches were much less filled on Sundays. We began rating movies based on the content of vulgarity and Mr. Gable’s big screen declaration would raise nary an eyebrow.

Where is my generation now? We are running our country. I am so proud. We are confronted by an enemy hell bent on world domination and we are unable to call him by his name. I suppose we produced the millennial generation, if I am up on my generational tag lines, fully indoctrinated with a progressive education, participation trophies and the need for safe spaces. A generation one would think based on current observations willing to totally embrace socialism because their indoctrination is completed and they missed the history lessons about the millions killed by it. Declaring we are one nation under God is just too intolerant and offensive for them to even contemplate. With vision and determination, the great achievement of my generation is going to be putting a man in a woman’s bathroom. Now that is a legacy a man can be proud of. Well maybe not just a man. I need a safe space.

©2016 J. D. Pendry All Rights Reserved

OK, so Donald Trump is not a conservative. At least not as defined by the self-proclaimed pristine conservatives of the never Trump bunch. I get it. But, neither are they except for purposes of pontification. Answer some questions for me. What have those prima donnas – those annoying people with inflated views of their own talent or importance – done for me lately? What have they done for Americans lately other than look down their noses at the unwashed masses – us voters? During the past seven years, which conservative principle did they collectively stand on? For which ones were they ready to pay more than lip-service? Any? These boys and girls who swore they would fix things if we just put them in charge, learned to roll over quicker than you could chuck them a doggie treat or a bale of cash. Then they wonder aloud why any thinking American would be attracted to a non-politician who promises to secure our borders and right our sinking ship of trade allowing for some of those 94 million who are not in the workforce to possibly have work. Is that a foreign concept to the snoots? People wanting to work? Is it odd that Americans across the landscape of ideologies might be drawn to a man who is offering Americans a shot at restoration rather than fundamental transformation?

They did a few things for me I guess. They have caused me to refine the list of radio people to whom I will no longer listen – the self-absorbed bat crap crazy ones bordering mental illness or total implosion. Maybe they should just have one song in their bumper rotation, The Eve of Destruction.

The world is coming to an end so go to my sponsors and by a year’s worth of survival food, a solar generator and a freeze drying machine. The economy will never recover so go to my other sponsor and buy gold. Yes! Get it now before it is too late. They helped me identify the faces and voices that cause me to hit the mute button or switch the television channel. They have helped me to know the publications to avoid unless I need flooring for the bird cage. They have clearly pointed out for me (and anyone else whose paying attention) the Washington politicians who are wholly owned and answering not to the American people.

Trump is not a liberal either. Nor do I think you can call him a moderate. I do not think you can hang upon him a political ideology. He is a nationalist maybe or he is just a straight talking person that gives the snobocracy the vapors. And if I may ask, what is exactly wrong about putting American first? Unless of course you are an anti-American with a head full of progressive communist drivel. Or, you do not want a man in the Whitehouse who knows where the bodies are buried and how businesses in this country have to grease the right political palms. One who just might slow the flow of the money spigot?

The Speaker of the House will not endorse the presumptive nominee of his own party. He wants to buck the will of the majority of the Republican voters. That is quite interesting. I wonder how much his cash flow has been during his tour as our public servant and from whose reservoir. Now they are huddling in the dark corners around Sodom on the Potomac to discuss a third party run to keep Trump from winning the presidency. The Department of Justice is probably not going to indict Mrs. Clinton since they are very busy trying to force the state of North Carolina to allow grown men who think they are women to use the bathroom with little girls. So, she will be the nominee. A third party bid generated by the snobocracy will ensure a Clinton presidency, which to them means business as usual. Theirs not ours. Then those pure and pristine conservatives will have provided her the hammer with which she can drive home the last nails into the coffin of freedom. History and Americans will assign the correct level of responsibility.

The fight is on and I do not think it is a choice of the lesser of evils. The choice is between resuscitating our country or unplugging it from life support.

© 2016 J. D. Pendry All Rights Reserved.

Sitting on the patio watching as the breeze scatters cherry blossoms across the lawn. Not a cloud in the sky. Serenaded by a lawnmower somewhere in the background and competing songbirds. Life is rather pleasant. Right here. Is this what I was supposed to want? Is this the dream? Is this the product of my pursuit of happiness found at the end of a long road of hard work? My pot of gold? I suppose it is if one is content. Or maybe I got this whole concept of pursuing happiness or living the dream somehow backwards.

The United States of America is unique, exceptional, in that it is the only country on the face of this planet founded on the concept of individual liberty bound by a Constitution that guarantees it. A country founded on the belief that all are free to pursue life, liberty and happiness. The pursuit of happiness? Yes. The only requirement is that the pursuit aligns with the laws of the land.

From the beginning of our country people have taken up arms, fought and died to guarantee the pursuit, not define it. No one has ever fought or died in war to defend what you believe. They fought to defend your right to believe it. As we continue our civil war with every identity group demanding that others kow-tow to their world view, it is important to make that distinction.

If your life centers on a sexual relationship with a member of the same sex, you can do that here in the land of the free. You have no right however, to expect me or anyone to embrace your lifestyle or make special concessions for it. The reasonable expectation that you do have is that because of your beliefs, no one is going to throw you from the top of a tall building.

It is quite obvious when many of these groups declare their desire for fair and equal treatment that what they clearly want is dominance. They want to oppress any opposing point of view and destroy anyone who does not accept their way. That is not pursuit of happiness. That is not freedom. That is totalitarianism. Absolutism. There is only one way and it is our way. That is not American. Or to quote our President, that is just not who we are. Perhaps if you believe that way, it is the end of America you seek. You seek to end the exceptional rule. You want a rule where I now must agree to fight for what you believe and not your right to believe it. You want a rule where I must forego my view of the pursuit of happiness and embrace yours.

I am an American. Freedom is my birthright. It is also yours. I will defend our birthright. I will never bend myself into a politically correct pretzel out of fear of being labeled a bigot for not accepting what you believe.

Considering the millions of immigrants who have entered this country illegally and the thousands more that continue to pour across our wide-open borders, one must wonder how many of them want to become Americans. How many of them got up that morning and said I am walking across this desert and that border because I want to be an American? How many of them have even the slightest idea of what being American means? Why did they come here? They know America is a wealthy nation, the land of plenty and they want some of it. Fair enough. But they are coming here to obtain some of that wealth with no understanding of what created it in the first place or what it takes to preserve it. But, in fairness, neither does many supposedly college educated Americans these days.

There is certainly a cultural civil war underway. Identity groups want everyone to listen to them and no one else. They appear not to care if America lives or dies preferring to stand on our flag rather than beneath it. Immigrants continue to pour in by the millions. There is no evidence they seek to be Americans, preferring instead to fly the flags of the failed nations and cultures they fled. At this rate, some future generation may look around and wonder if there are any Americans left.

America the place may end some day. America the idea never will.

© 2016 J. D. Pendry All Rights Reserved

I thought spring was here to stay. Afternoon temperatures in the 60s and 70s. Dogwood blooming, cherry tree blooming, forsythia has bloomed and left, everything else is on the verge around the hillside. Across the land, idiots are in full bloom too but you knew that just by watching whatever amount of news you can bear.

When I got up this past Saturday morning it was snowing. Snow on a blooming dogwood is something I have not seen. I quickly checked the headlines to see if almost President Al Gore was holding a global warming conference anywhere nearby in what was once coal country. Blizzards follow him around. Divine intervention I am thinking. He was not here, but he was somewhere and if it is snowing after I already mowed the lawn three times it is his fault.

Friends have hinted to me that my thinking has tilted too much to the conservative side. In an attempt to balance out my life, I buried some bleeding hearts up in the back yard. Maybe planted is a better choice of words.

The President added Hiroshima to his apology tour. America has really screwed up the world. It must be depressing leading a nation that you despise.

What do you make of the Panama papers? Shall we start a pool for which Republican presidential candidate is going to be discovered inside those papers right in the nick of October? In politics there are no coincidences. There is already Clinton connections mentioned, but nothing to see here according to a lack of media interest.

Guccifer the Romanian hacker is in America. Turns out he hacked Sidney Blumenthal’s emails including exchanges between Hill and Sid. And the FBI is interested. We hear a lot about the contested convention predicted for the Republicans. Do not be surprised when the Democratic convention is a nominating convention for Joe Biden or John Kerry or another woman.

The delegate business is looking a little shady these days – on both sides. It is looking more like the votes cast in the primary elections do not mean a hill of beans. Writing your own rules to keep the power within the club has always been the case. It has just taken Donald Trump to expose it to the average American voter who had not a clue. The party cartels are going to pick the candidates to shove down the throats of Americans and they do not care if we come out and vote or not. Just as they do not care about who becomes President. Because no matter whom it ends up being, as long as it is a card carrying member of the club the games continue as usual. It is looking more like racketeering than government. I believe the hatred for Trump comes from the knowledge that he knows who paid who to do what for whom over the years and they know he knows.

They seem to think that it will always be as it is. It will not. At some point majority America, those who actually believe in America, will stand up.

How about slick Willie. He spoke the truth to the Black Lives Matter group. It probably caused Hillary to have an extra shot or two of bourbon. Did you ever notice how happy and natural she appears in those pictures of her holding a shot of whiskey up and smiling at it like it is her best friend. I am guessing she does not drink Gentleman Jack single blend Tennessee sour mash. But you never can tell.

I love these groups of protestors showing up at Trump rallies. These people, some well-heeled and educated, some paid protestors and some union thugs, and some stupid Bernie’s kids are first to call Trump Hitler or a fascist. Just shows their level of ignorance. Fascists demand that there be no other opposing view and it was Hitler’s brown shirts that used the tactic of disrupting rallies of political opponents.

I saw where the President and Vice President were speaking about how ready this country is for a woman President. Maybe that is why the President pre-pardoned Mrs. Clinton by publicly declaring her innocence. But he and crazy Uncle Joe may have had in mind Mrs. Obama or Pocahontas Warren.

I think maybe I need to go plant some more bleeding hearts.

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