Nov 22, 1963: JFK Assassinated.

47 years ago

friday, november 26th, 2010

do you remember what you were doing when JFK was assassinated 47 years ago?

"It seems so long ago, and so recent.

Those of a certain age will remember where they were 47 years ago today when they heard about the shots ringing out in Dallas. Subsequent assassinations of public figures did not quell the pain felt by the nation when President John F. Kennedy was killed, less than three years after entering office, at the age of 46.

Shortly after noon on November 22, 1963, President Kennedy was waving to the cheering crowd as his motorcade passed the Texas School Book Depository on Elm Street when gunfire was heard.

The president slumped into the back seat of his open limousine with gaping wounds in his head and neck.

He lost consciousness immediately.

A third bullet tore through the chest and arm of Texas Governor John B. Connally, Jr, who was riding in the limo along with the Kennedys.

The car sped to nearby Parkland Hospital where the president, 46, was pronounced dead 30 minutes later.

The governor's wounds were severe but not fatal. First Lady Jacqueline Kennedy, seated next to her husband, was not injured.

Two hours after the shooting, police arrested Lee Harvey Oswald and charged him with murder.

Oswald, 24, a former Marine who once tried to defect to the Soviet Union and had been active in the Fair Play for Cuba Committee, was believed to have fired at least three shots at the presidential motorcade from a rifle as he stood in the book depository building where he was employed.

Just 99 minutes after the shooting, Vice President Lyndon Johnson was sworn in as the 36th President of the United States aboard Air Force One. Still wearing the stockings splattered with the blood of her murdered husband, Jackie Kennedy stood next to Johnson during the ceremony.

The plane bearing the new President and the body of the slain head of state then flew to Washington, D.C. Kennedy was buried in Arlington National Cemetery, saluted by a nation and his little boy.

Two days later, while in police custody, Oswald was killed by a local nightclub owner, Jack Ruby.

In later testimony, Ruby said he got "carried away" and killed Oswald in order to spare Mrs. Kennedy the pain of a trial. Ruby himself died in jail in 1967 while awaiting a second trial.

But the murder of Oswald - as well as the later release of the Warren Commission Report, which stated only one gunman was involved in the president's assassination, and an 8mm amateur film of the assassination taken by witness Abraham Zapruder - only stoked decades of talk about conspiracy in the death of JFK.

Forty-seven years later, the shots in Dallas can still be heard, the pain still lingers."

© By David S Morgan, www.cbsnews.com

Around The Garden Center

As soon as Hopewell HVAC had everything installed and cleaned-up, I stripped my queen-sized bed of the 6 wool blankets and electric blanket, now that the heat was working, and it felt good, after not having any heat since Monday afternoon. Murphy, my remaining condo cat appreciated the heat, too. I have to call them in the Spring, to calibrate the 2-ton Amana® AC unit, but that's no biggie, and is on my calendar.

When I got into work Friday morning, I had another request for landscape work in the Spring, and a tree planting - another "Princeton" American Elm, to be done yet this Fall. The large hardscape job in Stewartstown, which we were almost finished with, grew larger on Friday morning, with the addition of another flagstone patio at the lower walk-in entrance in the backyard. That project alone will extend the hardscape project 2-3 days, and will require a new HICPA Contract issued by me, ASAP.

When I got home on Friday, and opened the front door, light flooded into the front hallway and I noticed at 6-8" "round dent" in the sheet rock directly across from the basement stairs, when the Hopewell HVAC Guys removed the old furnace, and punched a hole in the wall with the old vent stack. I immediately called Hopewell HVAC and lodged a nice, civil "complaint about damage", and they said they'd look into it, with the two installers, on Monday. If they'd have just told me about it, I wouldn't have been so pissed-off, as I was. I called my condo's "handyman" to fill, patch, sand and paint it, along with another, smaller "hole in the wall", just below my kitchen phone, which I'd done a year ago. My patch failed and collapsed, so I figured that I'd better get them done by a professional, at the same time. Then the condo would be "whole" again. I was very surprised that they hadn't told me about it, unless "they didn't know", which I seriously doubted. Their supervisor questioned them, and they denied any knowledge of it. Oh well, I'll just eat the cost and get them both done.

I slept-in until 12:30pm Saturday, and decided to go up to The Cabin for the rest of the next two days.

Reason #3 why I carry a Kimber 1911 "Eclipse Target II" .45cal ACP (PA-CCW) concealed, and why I have it at an arm's length when I'm at home, and answer the door with it in my right hand behind the door, every time. No matter who it is ringing my doorbell.

Since business year 2008, I have worked my way through the "5 Stages of Grief": denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance. I just made it through depression this year and have moved-on to acceptance of where my industry and business is right now: in the dumper and trying to crawl back out and stand-up straight, once again.

I billed-out the final large hardscape job in Stewartstown for $17,453.96 and sent "late reminders" to other small jobs about "past-due" balances. I closed at 3pm, and Jeff stopped by to re-install Hauppauge's Win-7 TV Scheduler software, so I could record entire movies, once again, and not miss the last 4-5 mins of the conclusion of each movie, like I've been doing with this flawed unit.

By Wednesday afternoon, we finally had everything put away for Winter, but found that our two 500gal holding tanks refill switches were tripping the breaker in the pump house electric panels. I called R.E. Sanders Plumbing in York, for help with the now re-occurring electrical problem. It's going to be critical to water the housed plants all Winter, even in the 40ft x 100ft quonset houses with no plastic, since we're supposed to get "below-average" (>35" avg of snowfall) this year, and probably very little rain. I have overhead water systems in each of the ywo GHs 5 & 6, so it will be no problem for Kim or I to get the necessary watering done during dry periods, this Winter. They're calling for a "Wintry Mess" - whatever that means - and I suspect it means freezing rain and ice storms, which evaporate and don't melt into the potted trees and shrubs in the uncovered houses. I closed at 2:30pm after getting a small mountain of paperwork done, and went home. Tomorrow is Thanksgiving, and I was to have been at Mom & Dad's for Turkey Dinner at 1:00pm, but freezing rain and icy roads prevented that trip. I plan to sleep-in until 11:00am and rest-up the remainder of the day with a cold-pak on my lower right Sciatic Nerve.

Instead of asking Dad to come pick me up and risk an accident, I opted to stay home and rest my back.

Happy Thanksgiving to You & Your Family, this Thursday! Give thanks for what we have: our Families, Love, Pride and Freedom in America. We humbly give thanks and ask God's Blessings as we receive His Graceful Bounty this Thanksgiving Day.

The “Virtual Cabin” – A Novella

I fell in Love at Adam's Junction, this week. First time since 1994. I hardly knew what to do, as it'd been so long.

It was a overcast, cool Saturday in the mid-50s, when I arrived at the 1,000ft driveway up north at 2:00pm, and pulled up to The Cabin's turnaround circle and massive front deck. I had my duffel bag and two long guns along, plus my Kimber .45cal ACP carry-piece on my belt. I disarmed the building, and brought my gear and guns inside. Jenny has happy to see me, and gave me two wet licks on each cheek. Her 3 bowls were empty and I quickly refilled them. Next, I turned-up the furnace to get the dampness out of The Cabin, and carried-in some splitwood and a 3ft log for the fireplace, to carry-on through the coming cold night. I'd need to move more splitwood and logs from the woodshed to the backporch, and tarp them for the coming Winter months. I'd do that today and get things ready, since the Midwest was battling snow already and we'd be getting it here in the higher mountains first, and then at the lower elevations in Harrisburg and York, all too soon enough. I hate the Winter months, as I do the Summer months; Spring & Fall are my two favorite seasons, as I get older.

I unpacked my clothes and laid the long guns and respective ammo out on the massive 8ft x 14ft oak dining room table. I'd brought the AR-10 .308cal NATO with 15 25-round mags and Leupold Glass 'Gold Dot' scope, and the Remy 11-87 AutoLoader 12ga with boxes of slugs and .00 buckshot, just in case. Plus their respective cleaning kits. I laid 4-5 layers of newspaper out on the table, and cleaned and oiled them both, quite thoroughly.

I bundled-up in "layers" and began carrying-in well-seasoned split wood and logs to the back porch, carefully tarping them for the coming Winter months' fires. The stacks were 5-6ft high, and I realized that I need a couple more tarps to cover them, so I armed the building, hopped into the Jeep and sped-off to Bev & Tony's General Store to procure 3-4 more 8ft x 10ft blue tarps. When I arrived, Bev & Tony were on the front steps, waiting for me, and smiling and clapping, after what I'd done on my last trip up here. Several more Adam's Junction Citizens joined-in, and I was thoroughly-embarrassed at all the attention. I bought the tarps, plus a few other staples for my pantry and larger, and checked-out: $47.19 and Bev & Tony was no part of my money, for what I'd done for them. I laid a $50 on the check-out counter and didn't even wait for change. By now, they had all but two of the large glass windows replaced and were still finding bits of glass and AK-47 bullets embedded in back room walls, which they dug out and patched.

I drove around town to the First Merchant's Bank, where the first incident had taken place, and half their windows had been replaced; the other three were still boarded shut. The Bank was closed; unusual for a Saturday. Then, I headed to The Cabin.

I drove-up the 1,000ft drive and to the front deck, unloaded my tarps and groceries, wrapped the firewood and put the groceries away in the pantry & larder. I re-armed The Cabin. Then, came a couple of knocks at the front door, and with my Kimber 1911 "Eclipse Target II" .45cal ACP drawn in my right hand behind the door, a round chambered and safety-off, I peeped through the "peep hole" along with the screen insert (tempered glass storm door insert for Winter), and saw it was Capt Bunce on crutches and Sgt Clay Atler, along with DA Stan Roberts and the Harrisburg SWAT Team Leader. I let them in with my left hand, keeping the .45cal out and ready, in case a perp was behind them with gun(s) drawn, forcing them inside to get at me, and made a 1gal pot of piping-hot coffee, right away. I knew this was going to be a "lengthy session" about last week's incidents, and I was mentally-prepared for it. In fact, I was truly looking forward to setting all of them *straight*, dammit!

We sat around the massive dining room oak table, as Capt Bunce "broke the ice". I served coffee, half-and-half and sugar to all of them, while drinking my cup with only half-and-half. I turned-on the front and back spotlights and re-armed the building, for safety.

Capt Bunce said that he'd appreciated my quick response to the unfolding situations in Adam's Junction, but my US Military training had super ceded Civilian protocol by a wide margin. As Law Enforcement Officers, we had the duty and responsibility to give each perp the "chance to surrender" and read him/ her their so-called Miranda Right, before formally arresting them, instead of just killing them outright, as I had done. I told them that I wasn't a "trained law enforcement officer; I was ex-US Military. I politely disagreed that any murderer, rapist, child molester or armed robber deserved a "chance to surrender". Once the crime of bank robbery, rape, personal robbery, 1st/ 2nd/3rd-degree murder etc was "over", they became fair targets — SWAT'S CREDO — and they needed killing ASAP. I was quickly and successfully "ending each situation" succinctly, as I had been ordered to do, by Sgt Atler. Not to take prisoners, but rather to make corpses. They all knew my background in 5th SF and 3 tours in Nam, and were indeed appreciative of what I did to end those two potentially-life-threatening situations, as the Bank people and Bev & Tony were. The SWAT Team Leader agreed, and backed me 100%, except that he would have liked "his guys" to have handles it all. But at 45-50mins away from Adam's Junction, those two situations would have either been over and done with no traceable perps, or would have resulted in the loss of a lot of innocent life. I ended that super-quickly and prevented both scenarios from happening.

County DA Stan Roberts was next. He said he'd present a cogent, realistic case to the seated County Grand Jury of my quick-thinking and acting, to end the dangerous situations, very, very quickly, despite the perps' so-called "civil rights", since they were known felons and murderers. It should go through as "justified", very quickly, and no charges would be filed again me. Sgt Atler asked me to please take back my Deputy ID Card and Gold Deputy Badge, so that they could call upon my "skills" in the future. All four had ready my "Journal Archive's" predictions of "soft targets", and were greatly-worried as to whether they'd be able to handle those coming multiple terrorist events. I said that I was trained to do so, and would do it *without any mercy* on the subhuman, murderous muslim filth. They'd be hunted-down and summarily-executed as I did with the previous two events, last week. I needed to be notified "in time", as did SWAT, that "things were coming to a head", that "help was needed", and I'd be there in minutes. I'd also have my hands full, protecting my elderly Parents in York. This 9-11 mass attack scenario was over now, and smaller, softer targets would now become the objectives of the Al-Queerda operatives. We had to be ready, as 99% of America needed to be, as well as the rest of the worlds' countries. Either we aren't, and thousands will die horrific deaths, or we are well-prepared, and the subhuman filth die quickly. Murderous, muslim jihadi filth were already in-place all around the US, no thanks to lax US border control, and waiting to strike. We'd all better be ready for it to happen in the coming weeks, months and years. IT WILL HAPPEN!

With the meeting concluded, we all shook hands and they left. I re-armed The Cabin, turned-on the dusk-to-dawn lights, and threw the 3ft log on to the fireplace. I cleaned-up the coffee cups, cream & sugar, and did some dishes, and settled into my comfy, overstuffed leather chair, with Jenny curled-up on the Kodiak Bearskin Rug. I finished reading Glenn Beck's "Broke".

Tired from that meeting and my re-occurring Sciatic Nerve in my lower right backside, I went to sleep early, after turning down the furnace to 68°F and letting the fireplace burn itself out, overnight.

I slept-in until 11:00am, made Eggs Benedict w/ fresh Hollandaise Sauce (clarified butter and raw egg yolks in a double-boiler), gourmet Kona Coffee, and a glass of OJ. I shaved and showered and decided to drive into town to see how Bev & Tony were making out in getting their large glass windows replaced. Church would be out by now, and they'd be at the store, probably still doing some "housecleaning" after the volleys of shots into their store the other afternoon. Jenny was asleep on the Kodiak Bearskin rug, next to warm, still-smoldering fireplace embers. I re-armed the building and left in the Jeep, with my AR-10 and 10 of 15 25-round .308cal mags, in the back compartment.

Tony was at the General Store, still cleaning-up and inventorying all the damaged goods, while Bev was just arriving from Church with her 35-year old niece, Gabrielle. I fell in love right away. I was helping Tony clean-up and inventory, when Bev & Gabrielle walked into the store. I was "smitten" by Gabrielle, instantly. They introduced us, and I pooh-poohed all the things Bev & Tony told them I done for them last week, and for the town. Gabrielle was absolutely gorgeous; green eyes, svelte, flaxen black straight hair to her shoulders, a petite 115lbs and around 5ft 7", I'd guess. They told her of my 5th SF background and highly-decorated 3 Tours in Nam, and I also brushed that off, as being "ancient history". Gabrielle said she'd be reading my weekly "Journal" for months, as well as my Corporate Website, at Bev & Tony's behest, including the Archives, and was very impressed. I was truly "smitten" with her and falling deeper in love by the minute.

One problem: this was a "virtual world" up here with "virtual people" and such a relationship could never go anywhere in the "real world". I suddenly got depressed and got back to helping Tony do the damaged inventory count. He said the last two replacement, tempered glass windows, would be coming-in on Wednesday to replace the two boarded-up ones. The Glass Shop had specially-ordered them right after the shooting and the were being shipped-in from, of all places, York (PA). Tony's insurance would cover it all.

I looked around for Gabrielle & Bev; they were in the back office chatting, and I interrupted them, asking if I could talk to Gabrielle, alone. Bev smiled and winked at me, and we walked through the store, to a big grin on Tony's face, and out on to the porch steps. I asked what serious relationship(s) she had; she said none. I asked her if I could see her when I came to Adam's Junction every weekend and Holiday which I could get away from my business. She said most definitely, yes! I asked her if she'd like to come see my 43-acre property and spacious Virtual Cabin, along with all the improvements I'd made to The Cabin and property, and she said, "let's go now!" I went back inside to tell Bev & Tony that we were going for a ride to my property, and that I'd have her back in a few hours. They nodded approvingly.

Just a short 15-20-minute ride out of town, we reached The Cabin, and I drove her around the meadow where Tim Swanson and I had installed the 30 "Princeton" America Elms, 4-5 weeks ago, to the site of the "Bigfoot" caves, to the gold vein creek which had caused so much bloodshed, and we passed two families of black bears and mountain lions heading for their dens for the coming Winter months, after their last Fall feeding.

We pulled-up the 1,000ft stoned driveway to The Cabin's massive front deck and very large picnic table, I dis-armed the building and we went inside. I re-armed the building, while bringing-in my AR10 and mags, and laid them on the massive oak dining room table. I gave her a quick tour of The Cabin, and she approved at the care I'd taken of it and my decorating. Jenny licked her hand, approvingly. I turned-up the furnace to 76°F and build a roaring for in the massive hearth, pulled-up another comfy chair for her, and we sat and talked for endless hours about "everything", over a ½ snifter of 50 year-old Cognac. By now, I was thoroughly in-love and she told me that she had untold-deep feelings for me which hadn't come out ever before, in her young 35 years. What to do?

I called Bev & Tony on my cellphone, to let them know we'd be "later than promised", and put Gabrielle on the line to explain that. She said that I would drop her off at her Mother's later, after we finished talking about so many things. She had a twinkle in both her eyes, probably to match mine, which I hadn't had in 10-15 years, since my marriage/divorce in 1996. They had no problem with that.

Gabrielle noticed the stacks of Conservative Books I had piled around my overstuffed leather chair, in various states of bookmark and completion, and wondered if she could borrow some of them when I was finished? I said that of course she could. She told me her full name was Gabrielle Louisa Montserrat, and would be turning 36, still a Virgin, on December 2nd, the same day as my 61st birthday. We were 25 years apart, but at that point, neither of us cared a whit about age. She was a Conservative, a Tea-Partier, as I was, and we had so many things in common, including food, wines, respect for firearms, pro-life, pro-US Constitution, philosophy on life and on and on and on. By now, it was 8:15pm, dark, so we headed for the Jeep, I re-armed the building and turned-on the front and back spotlights, and we drove to 3226 7th Street, just north of Main Street, where her widowed mother (Bev's sister) and she lived in a beautiful turn-of-the-century, semi-mansion. My 2,800 SqFt condo could fit in its basement. The front porch light was on, and I spun her around at the steps, and gave her a gentle kiss on her right cheek, and said "thanks for the best day I've had in 15-20 years. I know I'm *in deep-like with you, Gabrielle*. She threw her arms around me and gave me the longest, wettest, French kiss I'd ever had. By then, the porch light had flashed twice, and she blushed. I asked if I could see her again on my next trip to Adam's Junction, and she screamed "YES"! She went inside and the porch light went off. I went back to the Jeep and drove myself home to The Cabin, "floating on a cushion of love air", so to speak. You know what I'm saying, don't you?

I dis-armed the building, re-armed it, re-stoked the fireplace with splitwood, and asked Jenny what she thought of Gabrielle. A big "woof" was her approval. I knew that I was in true-love, for the first time in many, many years. I turned down the furnace, and went to sleep.

I had to be at work at 8:00am, so I set the alarm for 6:00am, and was in by 7:30am on Monday. I dreamed about Gebrielle, all night. Monday was a "nothing, paperwork day", like so many after it would be, for the next 3-4 months of Winter, reviewing nursery stock orders, watering GHs and doing "mundane chores" around the Complex. Ditto, on Tuesday. I was getting tired of it after 21 years. I longed for Gabrielle's fresh, loving company.

I drove up to The Cabin after work on Wednesday, disc-armed it, turned-up the furnace, turned-on the front and rear spotlights and took my gear and rifle inside, and called Gabrielle on my cellphone. Her mother said she was at the General Store with Aunt Bev & Uncle Tony, still helping to "put things right", after last weekend's shootings. I re-armed The Cabin, grabbed my AR-10 w/ 10 mags, and drove directly there to find her. Tony gave me a big handshake and a hug; something he'd never done before. Gabrielle squealed with delight at the sight of me, and ran into my arms with a big hug. I wished her, Bev & Tony a Happy Thanksgiving, and said I'd be leaving late in the morning.

By now, I'd converted over $20,000 of the undeclared gold nuggets to cash, and put it all in a blank envelope in Tony's 1890's roll top desk, in his office, after using the pretext of "using the restroom" to get to the back office, and I figured that would help repair the Store's damage, anonymously. It felt good to help a neighbor and friend. There were a lot more folks which I wanted to help in Adam's Junction with the $7,000,000.00 in "virtual" gold ore and nuggets, by the time I was finished, since none of it would "translate" into the "real world"; as it was all "virtual" and the IRS woul get NONE of it. It all had to stay here to do any good at all, in the end. I would not "benefit" from it, in any way, but the Citizens of Adam's Junction, would. Fuck the IRS Bastards and Corrupt Criminals!

Suddenly, I began to wish I could become "virtual", to love and marry Gabrielle, never mind all the real gold riches. Some things in life are far, far more too important than riches, I've learned. But that just wasn't possible, and I got depressed about it.

The Global Warming Money Pit

Have you seen this video: "BBC: The Great Global Warming Swindle"? It was outright-banned from leftist, hate-filled, dirtbag, lowlife scumbags, Google.com's and YouTube.com's websites, by the mentally-ill, left-wing, global warming idiot wackos, but I've preserved it, for posterity, aka you, me and *ours*. Watch, be informed and download it for others to see. It's on my corporate server, and will stay there, BTW.

Here's what the Global Warming Scam is all about. Sweet, huh? They're so transparent, aren't they?

Here's everything you need to know about the Global Warming Fraud, and why it's a good thing. It's a l-o-n-g article, so get a sandwich, iced tea and settle-in, for a very informative read. I'm right there with you, BTW.

The "Greenhouse Effect" is a natural and valuable phenomenon, without which, the planet would be uninhabitable. Global Warming, at least in recent times, is real. CO2 is not a significant greenhouse gas; 95% of the contribution is due to Water Vapor. Man's contribution to Greenhouse Gasses is relatively insignificant. We didn't cause the recent Global Warming and we cannot stop it. Solar Activity appears to be the principal driver for Climate Change. CO2 is a useful trace gas in the atmosphere, and the planet would actually benefit by having more, not less of it, because it is not a driver for Global Warming and would enrich our vegetation, yielding better crops to feed the expanding population. CO2 is not causing global warming, in fact, CO2 is lagging temperature change in all reliable datasets. The cart is not pulling the donkey. Wake-up, folks.

Here's a listing of The Best Global Warming Videos on the Internet.

Hey, fat, shit-for-brains, bloated, liar, huckster, fraud, criminal, charlatan, scumbag, loser, disgraced ex-VP AlGoreBore (LIAR-TN), is back using $300 million of OPM (Other Peoples' Money) to promote his Global Warming Bullshit, after the worst Winter in over 100 years. Welcome back, fatso huckster asswipe, AlGoreBore!

CO2 bad? No; CO2 is good, and we need more of it, or we're in for a very cold period, very soon. Here are the facts about CO2.

Roger Revelle of Scripps Institution of Oceanography, Harvard University and University of California San Diego, spits on the lying scumbag, AlGoreBore. My, my, oh my. (((snicker))) No, there's no consensus on Glo-bullshit Warming, other than it's a LIE! Just ask Alfred P. Sloan Professor of Atmospheric Science at MIT, Richard S. Lindzen; he's eminently-qualified to call AlGoreBoreAsshole, a LIAR! As I am.

There's another "ice age" coming, not the AlGoreBoreLiar 'Glo-bull warming' crap.

Larsen B Ice Shelf in Antarctica collapses in 2002 = Glo-bullshit Warming? Doubt it.

Read this Glo-bullshit Warming idiocy. Go ahead; I'll wait.

AlGoreBore's "hypocrisy"? See it right here!

You need to watch this 30 minute film; it's an eye-opener if you think that we're running out of crude oil, and that America has no reserves. We have more oil and natural gas in Alaska alone, than all the rest of the world's known reserves, COMBINED! Grab an adult beverage, and watch it.

Better get out your Winter coats, 'snuggies', wool socks and snow shovels, as it seems we've got an 80-year "Little Ice Age", on the way. Yawn; no biggie.

AlGoreBore's "Glo-bull Warming Bullshit" has spawned so-called 'cottage industries' around the world, worth hundreds of millions and probably billions of dollars, for green corporation validation, carbon credits, foundation & university climate studies, grants and a host of other BS-related crap to his lies and garbage. Global warming competes with cancer and competes with AIDS for a finite amount of money. This year's natural resurgence will surely see the global warmists, led by celebrity warmist, Gore, compete viscously for those US Taxpayers' hard-earned dollars. And I'm betting that the really important disease, cancer, loses to Glo-bullshit Warming and AIDS. Dammit.

F*ck all the "Glo-bullshit Warming Alarmists"! I say, FUCK-THEM-UP, and cleanse the planet, if they try to physically-intimidate and hurt anyone! I will; count on it! "Get in my face", assholes, and that'll be your last day on this Earth! If there are any "dissenting scientists" out there, who need protection, just get in-touch with me, and I'll guard you & yours. You can count upon that, folks!

Have you taken "The Global Warming Test"? If you have a sentient, functioning brain, and a simple knowledge of "the facts", you'll easily get a 10-of-10, as I did. Go ahead, and give it a try!

Read this article and pick-out "The WWF's Big Lie". If you chose this paragraph — "Summer sea ice is now forecasted to completely disappear in the summer months sometime between 2013 and 2040 — something which hasn't happened for over a million years." — you'd be right. There isn't, and never has been and ice on the earth dated at a million years old, and who the hell was around back then to begin recording it? The lying sacks-of-shit at the World Wildlife Fund (WWF) are typical lowlife, left-wing wacko scumbags, in-bed with the "Glo-Bull Warming" Crap, of asshole AlGoreBore and his phony, money-making scam. The oldest, and not reliably-dated ice cores are >160,000 years, and those are shaky in fact, at best. So where did the lying WWF pull the million year crap from? Their asses, of course!

Shit-for-brains, mentally-ill, fat, bloated liar, AlGoreBore's (LOWLIFE-TN) "ally", in NASA's Goddard Institute for Space Studies (GISS), which is run by AlGoreBore's chief scientific ally/"asshole/butt-buddy"— Dr James "Moron-Cretin-Asshole" Hansen (DIRTBAG-NASA) — and is one of four bodies responsible for monitoring global temperatures, announced that "last month was the hottest October on record". Total, factual bullshit and lies. This was startling. Across the world there were reports of unseasonal snow and plummeting temperatures last month, from the American Great Plains to China, and from the Alps to New Zealand. China's official news agency reported that Tibet had suffered its "worst snowstorm ever". In the US, the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration registered 63 local snowfall records and 115 lowest-ever temperatures for the month, and ranked it as only the 70th-warmest October in 114 years. So what explained the anomaly? GISS's computerized temperature maps seemed to show readings across a large part of Russia had been up to 10 degrees higher than normal. But when expert readers of the two leading warming-skeptic blogs, "Watts Up With That and Climate Audit", began detailed analysis of the GISS data they made an astonishing discovery. The reason for the freak figures was that scores of temperature records from Russia and elsewhere were not based on October readings at all. Figures from the previous month had simply been carried over and repeated two months running. Read this article, and find out why both lying, corrupt, criminal, subhuman idiots, GoreBore & Hansen, should be stood against a wall, and shot, IMO. In fact, the pathetically-socialist, left-wing UK, has just begun to awaken to what the "Climate Change Bill" will do to destroy their nation, or what's left of it. IMO, it's probably too late now to save the UK, but at least some of the more Conservative people over there, will at least get the chance to flee to America (or elsewhere), before we also "go down the proverbial dumper", as they've done. Heh.

On Friday, January 2nd, I ran a fully-attributed story in my weekly "Journal", which had links to other stories and facts, thoroughly-debunking AlGoreBore's trillion dollar scam and fraud, Global Warming". The Daily Telegraph UK's columnist, Christopher Booker, was the erudite author, and here is the link to that story. Nice job, Mr Booker!

Now, lowlife shit-for-brains dirtbag, Arkansas Gov Mike "DumbAss Turd-Boy" Beebe (ASSHOLE-AR), said that global warming is serious problem, not a "hoax," and requires more than a state response. "I think it's a threat, and I think global warming is occurring," Beebe-The-Shithead said in response to a caller to his statewide radio program who said he believed the climate change crisis was a "hoax." Idiot. Stupid idiot. Global warming is bullshit, you two-bit asshole! Crawl back inside of AlGoreBore's rectum, dumbfuck!

And global cooling goes merrily along, without any help from us mere humans, as it has for millions and millions of years.

Another "lie/error" in the favor of Glo-BULL Warming's false bullshit and lies? Got duct tape?

Here's the truth: Lord Monckton of Brenchley's Science & Public Policy Institute.

The commie/fascist/socialist liberal-demokkkRAT filth in the US Congress, have refused to allow Lord Monckton to testify the truth, against con-man, liar, scumbag AlGoreBore's LIES! This is Commie Russia, NOT Free America!

Things Which Make Your Head Explode

CAIR is a lying sack of muslim pigshit. There are no "anti-muslim" crimes going on in America. It's just a lot of propaganda-bullshit

American foreign policy is in a state of total disarray.

If you thought only U.S. laws ruled the land, you thought wrong at least according to a crazy decision recently handed down by a federal judge in Oklahoma. On November 2, Sooner State voters overwhelmingly approved a referendum that directs courts to "rely on federal and state law when deciding cases" and forbids "courts from considering or using international law" or "Sharia law". Muneer Awad responded by filing suit, and Judge Micki Miles-LaGrange (TRAITOR), a Clinton appointee, promptly issued a temporary restraining order, putting the peoples voice on hold.

Some People Just Need Killing

This will do it!.

After more than three days of deliberations, jurors on Monday convicted Ingmar Guandique of two counts of first-degree murder in the 2001 death of Washington intern Chandra Levy. KILL HIM! No jail time, dammit!

A Catholic priest, facing criminal charges and a lawsuit alleging that he sexually abused a teenage boy, is now charged with attempting to hire someone to kill the youth, authorities said Tuesday. KILL HIM! No jail time, dammit!

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