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Democrats have an obscene new mantra

Democrats have an obscene new mantra


Has anyone noticed the moral and organizational collapse of the Democratic Party?

While the president’s tweets and his lack of command over the English language earn him nationwide “Trump Derangement Syndrome,” the Democratic Party itself is in a stunning meltdown that threatens to dissolve whatever sense of decency and morality its members once strove to maintain.

Perhaps being on the front lines of fighting against rights to life and religious freedoms has some bearing upon the issue, but it’s gone far beyond that.

In some dystopian left-wing fantasy, a CPAC convention in which the president of the NRA leads a multitude of conservatives in chants of “F@&* Obama! F@&* Obama!” would be front page news in the New York Times and Washington Post.

Liberal icon Rachel Maddow would host guest after guest, psychologists, historians and Democratic Party leadership in dissertations explaining why Republicans would be so callous as to expose their children to such profane behavior.

And yet, it is the Democrats who did just that.

On May 20th, the California Democratic Party’s State Convention showed the current soul of the party.

Outgoing chair John Burton called upon the packed Sacramento Convention Center crowd to chant the new Democratic Platform slogan, “F@&* Donald Trump.”

Burton signaled the generally unfaithful using the official Democratic Party gesture, both middle fingers held high, and led a gleeful throng in a chant of “F@&* Donald Trump.”

This is what now passes as Democratic Party messaging.

We’re not talking about some small group of liberal recalcitrants. These are thousands of Democratic Party leaders and activists. California party leaders were actually onstage proudly “giving the finger” to the President.

House Minority Leader Nancy Pelosi and Obama’s Former Secretary of Labor Hilda Solis looked on, laughing it up in the background, totally in support of this profane meltdown.

Were children in attendance?  Was Children’s Caucus Director Judy Jacobs onstage shouting obscenities?

Hey, kids!  Show Mommy and Daddy what you learned from the California Democratic Convention!

Perhaps the California Department of Family Services should consider children of Democrats to be living in unsafe households.

Even if kids weren’t at the convention, they got the message.

The message is that as long as you’re a Democrat, language forbidden by the FCC is a perfectly acceptable form of intellectual debate.

California is an excellent example of the Democratic Party’s self-destruction in a couple more events.

When Bernie Sanders supporters expressed their support for single-payer government health care, they were shouted down by the party chair, using the convention’s most popular word, the “F” word, in such a way as to instruct the liberals to perform a most difficult physical contortion upon themselves.

If you want your kids to be “good Democrats,” it’s going to take more than a few yoga lessons to abide by these new rules of the party’s leadership.

And in keeping with the party’s respect for elections, Democratic organizer Kimberly Ellis, who lost the race for party chair to Eric Bauman, demanded a recount.

She and her supporters doubt all the votes came from credentialed party delegates.

Recalling how Hillary and the DNC shut out Bernie delegates at the Nevada State Convention, it seems a reasonable suspicion.

Nearly 3,000 party delegates voted in the election and Ellis lost by 60 votes, the kind of margin California political veterans will recall cost Republican Tom McClintock the State Controller race (0.03 percent) after some “missing” absentee ballots miraculously appeared just in time to keep the Democrat from losing.

She knows how her party plays the game, so, of course, she doesn’t believe the outcome.

To their credit, the liberals chose not to riot or commit the violence seen so often in Berkeley and D.C.

The foul language, delighted displays of obscene gestures and dishonest electioneering isn’t just a California version of the Democratic Party.

It’s a nationwide dysfunction.

Add to this the angry soft-porn “comedy” stylings of an unapologetic Stephen Colbert and you get the idea of just how toxic this new, unhinged Democratic Party is to families and reason.

— Rick Jensen

Source: Will County News

Think You Know Everything About Obama?


Think You Know Everything About Obama? Guess Again, Says David Garrow

The Pulitzer-winning biographer is about to dump hundreds of pages of Obama on us next month. And his version of young Barry’s life doesn’t track precisely with the one we know.


04.05.17 1:20 PM ET

Other than the former president himself, no one likely knows more about Barack Obama’s life than David Garrow.

For more than 8 eight years, the Pulitzer Prize-winning historian has been toiling away at what will be the most comprehensive biography ever published on Obama’s life when it comes out on May 9. “This has been the whole last nine years for me, starting in early 2008 after Barack won the Iowa caucuses, and I concluded that having written so much on Dr. King and African-American civil rights politics, I should found out something about who this guy was,” Garrow said Sunday from his home in Pittsburgh in his first major interview about his book for “The Jamie Weinstein Show” podcast. “This covers everything from when his father leaves Kenya in the late 1950s, really up through 2016, though the book primarily focuses on the period up through 2007.”

Despite Obama being in the public eye for more than a decade, Garrow chuckles at the idea that there is little of significance left to learn about the former president.

“I think that people irrespective of their political views or partisan identification will be astonished—I cannot say that too strongly—will be profoundly astonished by how much important substance of Barack Obama’s life has not previously been known,” Garrow said.

Listen (conversation on his new Obama book begins at 45:36):

Indeed, Garrow is extremely critical of what he sees as the shallowness of the media’s coverage of Obama’s history.

“What most disappointed me back in the context of 2008 was how little interest U.S. journalists of all stripes took in the eight years that Barack spent in Springfield, Illinois, in the state legislature,” Garrow said. “There is not even, as we sit here today, a good magazine article out there about Barack’s time in the Illinois state legislature.”

Garrow is trying to keep a lid on most of the significant revelations in Rising Star: The Making of Barack Obama until closer to the book’s May publication date, but he did offer one major discovery.

“Barack and his closest friend in the early 1990s, when they were in law school, wrote several hundred pages of a proposed book manuscript that was never published,” Garrow said. “Particularly the 140 pages or so of that manuscript that are about race give significant insight into Barack’s thinking, you know, when he was leaving law school, about to enter into public life in Illinois.”

Asked whether any of the revelations in his book could have derailed Obama’s candidacy had they come out in 2008, Garrow said quite possibly.

“Had some Republican opposition researcher come up with” the book manuscript he wrote in law school, Garrow said, “there are multiple things that could have been used to Guinier him,” referring to how Republicans used controversial comments made in law review articles to derail President Bill Clinton’s nomination of Lani Guiner for assistant attorney general for civil rights in 1993.

“There are other examples,” Garrow added. “I think even back in 2008, 2009, from the very get-go, I was surprised at people’s willingness to assume that Barack’s memoir, Dreams From My Father, was without question historically reliable.”

“I thought from the beginning that that was probably too charitable a presumption,” he went on, hinting that his book will pick apart claims made in Obama’s highly praised post-law school memoir.

Garrow has met several times with President Barack Obama to discuss the book, though most of what went on in those conversations, he says, is off the record. Nonetheless, Garrow admits Obama “very strongly” disagrees with some of the claims he makes in the book.

“What I would fairly say, and we see this again very much in the present day, is that when one becomes president of the United States, it’s not uncommon for that person to think that their memory, their version of events, inescapably trumps all other people’s versions,” he explained.

But Garrow has done his homework. “I, all told, did more than 1,000 interviews for this,” Garrow said, noting the book is nearly 1,500 pages long. “It’s well over more than 200 pages of end notes,” Garrow pointed out. “The index, which was what I most recently had to sign off on, is 68 pages.”

In 1987, at the tender age of 33, Garrow won the Pulitzer Prize for his biography Martin Luther King, Jr. Thirty years later, with his massive tome on Barack Obama’s life, he just may nab a second by challenging what we know about America’s 44th president.

Source: Will County News

Know your worth, and what’s worth your time

Know your worth, and what’s worth your time

Unless you’re born into a royal family, chances are you will have to start from the bottom and work your way up in life. If that sentence doesn’t apply to you, then HI, PRINCE HARRY! Thanks for buying my book—or, you know, demanding it. Whatever.

If you want to be the CEO of a company, you might have to start out as a sales rep. If you want to be a director, you may have to get your foot in the door by being production assistant. If you want to be an actor, you will likely have to fight your way into auditions. Many situations in life require us to climb an invisible ladder, and it’s not usually an easy climb. You have to earn each rung.

When I first started out on YouTube, I was thirsty for knowledge and wisdom. I lived in Toronto, but most of my peers were living in L.A. and were inaccessible to me. I was yearning to make meaningful connections with other creators, and so when I discovered that Harley Morenstein from Epic Meal Time, a very big YouTube channel, was in my city, I instantly tweeted him. Truth be told, I wasn’t expecting a reply. At the time I had around 100,000 subscribers and Harley’s following was a lot bigger than mine.

But to my surprise, Harley messaged me back and said he’d love to sit down together. He had a meeting but would message me after. He was staying in a hotel downtown, about thirty minutes from my house. I was overjoyed that he responded, and from that point on I was glued to my phone. Every four minutes I would check my direct messages to ensure I didn’t miss anything. Then it occurred to me that Harley had never actually told me what time his meeting was and so I had no idea when we would meet. What if he finished his meeting and then had only fifteen minutes to spare and I was thirty minutes away? Or even worse, what if he messaged during rush hour and it took me an hour and a half to get downtown? Those were risks I simply could not take. I texted two of my friends and told them we were going downtown for no reason at all. Like good friends (who also had no choice), they agreed.

I spent the entire evening roaming around downtown to ensure I was in close proximity to Harley if he messaged me. As it got later, our roaming was reduced to just sitting in a car parked on the side of the street somewhere downtown. What if he didn’t message? Or what if he messaged saying he could no longer make time? These questions were valid, but I continued to sit in the car with my friends, some good music, and a whole lot of faith. Soon enough my phone pinged, and to my relief it was Harley saying he had just finished his meetings and was free to meet. Well, would you look at that—I was already downtown! WHAT A COINCIDENCE!

My two friends and I met Harley and I had a great forty-five- minute conversation with him. He taught me so much about YouTube and brand deals and gave me advice that helped shape the career I have today. The guidance I got from Harley that evening gave me the boost I needed to move up from the first rung of the ladder I was on. You could even say that he reached down from several rungs above and gave me a helping hand.

I hope that story was motivating, but I realize it might also sound a little stalkerish, which I’m okay with. Harley and I are friends now and I’m confident he would be okay with me stalking him anytime.

This wasn’t the only time I did something ridiculous in hopes of establishing a meaningful connection with someone I find inspirational. A few years ago I was sitting at the airport waiting to board a flight. As soon as they called my zone number, I heard my phone ping. It was a direct message on Twitter. I opened it and instantly lost all chill. The friend I was traveling with thought I was having heart failure because I froze with my jaw dropped. The message was from MIA (only one of the best female rappers ever!) and said, “Hey, can we do something?” Casually. MIA. Messaging me. To do something.

Extremely frazzled, I got on the plane and responded as quickly as possible before being forced to go into airplane mode. I came up with “I’d love to! Tell me where and when.”


For the entire plane ride I was anxious because I had no idea what her reply would be. What if her account had been hacked? What if it was her son? What if she’d gotten mixed up and thought I was someone else? People tell me I look like Bruno Mars all the time! When the plane landed, before I did anything else I checked my messages, and squealed when I saw her reply: “Tell me when you’re in NYC.” Well, as fate would have it, I had a gig in NYC the very next week. I’m not being a stalker and making that up—I did actually have a gig. Perfect! I responded and we agreed to meet up in a few days.

I am a fan of MIA’s work and really admire what she does, so I didn’t want to arrive empty-handed. Over the next week I arranged for one of my friends to create a custom art piece that I could gift her. The turnaround time was so rushed that I got the piece delivered to the airport before I left for NYC. When I landed in New York, the experience was very similar to my initial meeting with Harley: I knew which day MIA wanted to meet, but I had no other information and was banking on a reply.

The day we were supposed to meet, I was leaving my hotel room early in the morning to attend some meetings and knew I wouldn’t be back until later that night. I hadn’t heard from MIA in the last few days and the whole meeting seemed to be unlikely.

Discouraged, I looked at the painting as I exited my room. Well, that was a waste. Then a tiny voice inside my head said, “What if she replies?” That was enough for me to turn around and pick up the painting. It was too large to fit in a bag, so I committed to carrying it under my arm around the city for the entire day, just in case she messaged back. Hours passed and I was still carrying this annoying thing around. People were staring at me, my friend was making fun of me, and I was beating myself up. I stopped at a curb to sit down and take a break. As a last-ditch effort, I pulled out my phone and messaged MIA, asking what time and where she’d like to meet. Seconds later she replied and gave me the address of an ice cream shop in Brooklyn. Within the hour I was eating ice cream with MIA and her son, gift in hand, smile on my face. During our conversation, she taught me so much about the music industry and gave me legal advice I’d never heard before. That experience helped me climb yet another rung on the ladder.

These encounters may seem like minor ridiculous things, and you might even think that I was devaluing myself by waiting around for people, but the conversations I had were essential and motivated me to continue my work. When you’re climbing the ladder, the heaviest piece of clothing you wear is often your pride. In my opinion, waiting hours to meet these two people doesn’t mean I don’t know my worth; it means I think they’re worth my time. Both Harley and MIA knew more than I did and had knowledge they were willing to share with me.

The thing about the ladder is that no matter how high a rung you reach, there will always be people above you. And sometimes the people above you will throw stones at you to try to knock you down. This behavior can be intentional or unintentional.

Sometimes they might not even realize their feet are kicking dust onto you. The people above you on the ladder aren’t necessarily rich, famous jerks who look down on everyone else. It’s not about status. That’s the wrong attitude to have. I believe that the people above me on the ladder have more experience and expertise than I do, and I can accept and respect that.

Even today, regardless of the fact that I’ve established myself as a content creator with a large following, I get stones thrown at me from the rungs above. I’ve done countless collaborations with movie stars and musicians, but when a new one is presented to me, I still have to go to hell and back to make it happen. I’m required to send three script ideas, and when the producers don’t like any of those, I’m asked to send three more by the next morning as if that’s an easy thing to do. Once I get a script approved I’m told I have fifteen minutes to shoot a video that will probably take sixty minutes. The video can only be shot on a day when I’m already completely booked, so now I have to rearrange my schedule. What do I do? I could reply with a middle-finger emoji, but that wouldn’t be very productive. I put my pride aside and smile throughout the process, as long as the outcome results in an awesome video I’m proud of. That’s climbing the ladder. No one said that some rungs wouldn’t be covered in BS.

It’s a hard ladder to climb. There will be obstacles, exhaustion, and sometimes even a few snakes along the way (now it’s the Snakes and Ladders game). But when you climb the ladder you learn lessons, build character, and earn knowledge. The worst thing you can do is act entitled when you are at the bottom of the ladder, refusing to get sweaty.

It doesn’t work like that.

Sometimes to be inspired, successful, or supported you need to sit in a car on the side of the road for three hours. Other times you might have to be that crazy lady carrying a huge painting. Maybe it’ll be worth it or maybe it won’t be. Either way, you keep climbing like a Bawse.

Source: Will County News