The big question here: Why does our governmental leadership align with Hamas?

Mr. Krauthammer wrote this week about the vacancy in the presidency in the USA. While he is “spot-on” I would add that considering what is going on in Israel and Gaza that it is a good thing he is vacant and that actually Barak Hussein Obama needs to butt completely out as well as pull his administration out of tampering the situation. I know I posted recently about this belief but a week has past and this nation’s president continues to meddle in the affairs like an overweight, ignorant Monday morning quarterback of a sport he knows nor understands next to nothing about. The tragic thing of this scenario is that he unfortunately has the power to push his ignorance into the actual field of play unlike the normal Monday morning quarterback.

The president and his administration do not have the correct morals, principles and values in 99.9% of the situations and issues that have occurred during his presidency. (I am sure that is the case for before his terms and will be so in the after as well).

Iran, Hamas and Hezbollah exist because of a supernatural evil and hatred of Israel. Don’t listen to our administration’s or MSM view of the matters, read these organizations and governments own words. This hatred has existed for thousands of years under different names.

But over here in America I would  also offer this thought to consider. What does it say about the media (MSM and entertainment industry etc) and our own governmental leaders that so many if not the clear majority often side in beliefs and values with the organizations such Hamas, Iran and Hezebollah? What does it say that they take up the cause of the Palestinians when the Palestinians elected as their government in Gaza the leadership of Hamas? What are we saying about the state of the matter here in our own country?

 

We should be supporting Israel completely

Their is plenty of stories and headlines out there about the issues surrounding Israel and Gaza right now. I have been watching and reading and I am not surprised that the president of our country and his administration – specifically Kerry – find that the most constructive thing to do is put pressure on Netanyahu and Israel. The administration of our government is void of character, virtue, common sense and understanding of what is actually going on over there (or heck anywhere). Hamas which is the Muslim Brotherhood in Gaza is a tool of Iran and with that knowledge that should be enough to be said. Israel gave them Gaza free of police, military and sanctions. They tried to provide the best foundation for the Palestinians to thrive and become a separate nation. Hamas immediately went to work arming and creating fortresses so as to attack Israel. Read the history. Krauthammer’s recent article is a great summary of what is happening and what is the history of that land is. Kerry mocking Netanyahu and the nation of Israel when he thought no one could hear him just proves the point that in the real moment of his and their being they are void of character and understanding.

Netanyahu has had the military to try their best to limit civilian deaths. Hamas being the cowards and immoral use the civilians as human shields. Again, enough should be said with that knowledge and understanding.

I am embarrassed and close to humiliated that our so-called presidential leadership and his cabinet are the people that they are. I look forward to them all being replaced. I know that is against the grain of the majority in our society in America and that is disturbing as well.

Word of advice for our current president – please shut up and leave Israel alone. You do not have the correct knowledge, understanding or character to try and influence the situation over there.

Mr. Netanyahu please ignore our current administration in all matters that your nation is dealing with.

Iran, Syria, Iraq, NSA news

Wise words from Governor Rick Perry on current events in Syria and Iraq.

An article I have been holding since 5/25 yet again clearly states Iran’s perspective of the USA. Really, as a president, why would you trust them?

Krauthammer’s 6/19 post on developments in Iraq.

 

In this Guardian post today, 80% of all audio calls (in length not just metadata) are recorded by the NSA.

Being reasonable – ch 27

For a few moments I considered going back to the store and facing Tess about us and what I had seen but quickly my own cowardice and propensity for avoiding conflict squashed such a notion. I grew frustrated as I drove because I had no idea where I was heading. Over the next 25 minutes I rehearsed our relationship and experiences. I kept seeing over and over her smile, her eyes, moments holding hands, kissing, hugging – over and over, moment by moment. Finally what started entering my inner dialogue was “this doesn’t make sense” and “she and we – are real – right?”. I looked down at the console and saw that the time was 9:30 p.m. – and again my mind went off trying to understand the events and moments. When I had left the cafe to embrace Tess at her work it was 7:35 p.m. and the cafe is at the most five minutes from the store. Where had all the time went? What had happened over the past hour and a half? Missing time? I slowed to the side of the street behind a parked car. I looked again at the console then picked up my cellphone and looked at the time on it. They were within a minute of each other. I turned on the radio and then turned it off – radio never does what you want. You turn on the radio to hear the traffic report and you end up driving for 20 -30 minutes hearing 15 minutes of  music and 15 minutes of commercials. When you are now in the midst of the traffic jam and long delay signs – THEN you hear the traffic. And mind you the person usually giving the traffic tries to say it like the typical male monotone voice of a disclaimer. So incredibly hard to hear and usually of little value. So why even bother trying to hear the traffic report? Best guess is because if you comment to someone about the bad traffic and they say “why didn’t…” you can honestly defend yourself and show you were trying to be proactive and reasonable about the commuting experience. But I digress…

So where did the missing time go? My mind quickly flashed to Mulder and Scully and the whole experience they had on the road to one of their cases. Abduction? Don’t snark! It is the only reasonable explanation for the reality in my book. I look in the mirror lifting my head slightly to see if their is any blood coming from my nose.  I look at my eyes. They seem wide, blood shot and glassy. I look around the car and I don’t see anything out of place or damaged. I look back at the console and my cellphone. What the heck?

Tap! Tap! I was so freaking startled I let out a little girl scream. I know in that moment I experienced complete blood loss from my head and upper extremities. I felt squeamish but I turned my head to the window on my left. “What are you doing silly?” I look and try to focus my eyes. It was Tess. Quickly my fight or flight response kicked  in and then just as quickly pooped out. I was exhausted. Between the epiphany at the cafe, the gut punch at the store and now the reality of missing time (abduction) – I was too tired to run or fight. I saw her face and the big smile showing her perfect teeth and I did the only reasonable thing I could think of. In one motion I lowered the window and swooned into her light.

Never doubt or test The Principle – ch26

The words I wanted to say to Tess rushed around in my head, getting more and more jumbled by the minute. I became convinced as I got closer to the store that the best thing I could do was hug her and that in that embrace all of my feelings and intentions and expressions would magically enter her body, soul and spirit. My own words would fail me if I had to articulate them, but the embrace – the power of touch would not fail me – or her. When I got to the store I looked at the front desk and then at the registers but did not see her. I heard her voice, actually her laughter and I am certain a wide smile raced across my face as the warmth of her presence was confirmed. I headed toward her laugh and saw her in the aisle in the embrace of a man probably ten years older than either one of us. She looked so happy and I was stopped fast in my tracks by the weight of my breaking heart crashing quickly into my legs. He twirled her and she cooed. Neither one saw me and I did the only thing I knew to do instinctively – I ran quietly the other way.

I made it to my car, fumbled with my keys and finally got the engine to start up and in flight mode still pushing my consciousness, I fled the parking lot heading – somewhere.

By the time I had my wits actually return to me I was about thirty minutes north of my town. I had crossed several intersections of railroad tracks and was in the area of the city where nothing but warehouses and manufacturing towered on each corner of the blocks. I slowed down and began digesting what had transpired. I replayed it several times in mind to make sure what I saw and heard was actually real. Eventually my numbness must have traveled to my legs because unbeknownst to me, I was sitting still in the lane of the street. I could feel the power of flight regathering in me and then a sudden jerk to reality made me aware of the fact I wasn’t moving any longer. I looked around and then looked in the rear view mirror and saw my eyes.The eyes were so sad and timid. I looked away quickly just like one will do when you unknowingly catch the stare of someone else. I didn’t want to be the person I just saw in the mirror. I did an illegal u-turn in the street and headed back to town. I didn’t know where I wanted, actually needed, to go but I knew it was for certain in my town. I looked down at my cellphone and back at the road. Folks? Bad move. They would see through me at the moment. I figured I should go home but I didn’t want to do that. My mind kicked on auto-pilot and I drove slowly back to town.

The Present was no longer a place or time to embrace or enjoy. The Principle had immediately dashed my heart and soul. So I drove.