The Last Days Of The Big Lie

I guess it's time to take the gloves off.

The burden of proof is now on YOU.

Wagging The Moondoggie - David McGowan

I love this guy's stuff!

David McGowan's blog, The Center for an Informed America, has some of the best political and satirical analysis ever posted. I don't know how the guy does it. Dave...I am planning to order one of your books - I'll want an autograph.

He produced a posting a number of years ago, titled Wagging The Moondoggie, which at the time, explained the ensuing events of the time (this link is no longer active). Well, he wasn't satisfied, and so, he has expanded the piece to a five-part posting, and it is fantastic. Dear readers...I present to you, for your reading pleasure, Dave's updated diatribe of what did or didn't happen some decades ago:

Wagging The Moondoggie - Part 1
Wagging The Moondoggie - Part 2
Wagging The Moondoggie - Part 3
Wagging The Moondoggie - Part 4
Wagging The Moondoggie - Part 5

Not to be outdone, Dave also smashes the entire Peak Oil agenda - this is at the end of WTM Part 5, so I don't wish for you to overlook it:

Before bidding adieu, I have one final note to add: a certain Dr. Thomas Gold was an early skeptic of the feasibility of landing on the Moon. He made headlines prior to the alleged flight of Apollo 11 when he predicted that any attempt at a Moon landing would be disastrous. NASA, of course, purportedly proved the good doctor wrong.

Longtime readers will remember that Dr. Gold was America’s most prominent proponent of the abiotic theory of oil and gas production, and that he went and dropped dead just before the ‘Peak Oil’ propaganda started to heat up. Dr. Gold was recently proven to be correct on the origins of so-called ‘fossil fuels.’ The article, curiously enough, refers to the research as “revolutionary” – which it is, I suppose, if you ignore the fact that the Soviets and Ukrainians did the same research and drew the same conclusions some fifty years ago.

We all know that that can’t be true, however, because it would be impossible to keep a secret of that magnitude from the entire Western world … right?

I brought this up because the Chimp-Gone-Wild, George Walker Bush, gave his oil buddies a going-away present before his term of office expired back in 2008 - maybe you remember it.

It was in the form of OIL GOING FOR $147 A GODDAMNED BARREL.

Remember the loopy predictions offered? We're going to have oil prices of $200 per barrel in 2009? It was TOTAL BULLSHITE. Remember the huge profits reported for those companies? All part of Georgie-Boy's going-away present to his A-oil buddies.

Does The Truth Matter? I May Have Grown Up Believing In A Falsehood...

I mentioned, in my previous posting, how those who had committed egregious errors in judgment in regards to the events of September 11th, 2001, were actually promoted and rewarded in various ways, whereas those who attempted to "do the right thing" were harassed, ostracized, humiliated and eventually removed from their positions of employment.

Has the sentiment "doing what's right" become obsolete?

I want you to read this blog in its entirety. This is a story about a liar who destroyed someone's livelihood, and never looked back.

This is the story of a person who abused the trust of someone who is in danger of losing their livelihood once again, due to their machinations, and those of her lawyer.

Please go to this link, and pre-order her book. If you do not wish to do so, at least go to your local bookstore, and implore that they order this book.

Update: Read the bowel-curdling letter from "Freaky" Frank Frisoli.

Term Limits: It's OUR Decision; Jane Daniel's Suit Against Misha Defonseca Is Thrown Out!

In 1993, New Yorkers overwhelmingly voted for terms limits - two four-year terms for elected officials in New York City. In 1996, New Yorkers voted again to keep term limits, and keep them at just two terms.

No matter how you feel about term limits, one thing is clear: it's OUR decision, not the politicians. If they want to change term limits, it should be done the fair way, by asking the voters’ permission.

But a new bill introduced in the City Council would do just the opposite. The bill would ignore the voters and give politicians a third term (the same politicians who will vote on it).

City Hall needs to hear from you. Sign the petition and make your voice heard:
http://itsourdecision.org/

You can also see where your Council member stands, see a term limits time line, tell a friend, and see who we are.

Thanks for all you do!

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In other news...Jane Daniel's lawsuit against Misha Defonseca is thrown out...because she exceeded the statute of limitations in filing said suit.

What a load of crap.

Amazingly, there most likely is NO statute of limitation in regards to perpetrating a FALSEHOOD.

The Trials And Tribulations Of Jane Daniel

Jane Daniel is the former publisher of Mt. Ivy Press who was sued by Misha Defonseca, the author of Misha: A Memoire of the Holocaust Years - a book that has been revealed to have been a complete fraud.

As earlier indicated, I had heard about this huge injustice earlier in the year, but had not kept up with the further happenings.

I've read the entire blog previously; I am back up to Chapter Eight of the book. I plan to go to her book signing and to have her autograph my copy - I am in full support of Jane, considering the nonsense she's endured: she lost a friend, her inheritance, her book publishing company, and most importantly, her reputation.

All along the way, she was the picture of professionalism. It was through dubious legalities that she was placed in the state of which you are all now witness.

Misha's main defense is that, "She feels Jewish" - well, that's rather interesting...sometimes, when I'm eating braunschweiger, I feel a little German...but does that mean I can write a completely false memoir about a life that didn't occur and make a profit, stealing from others, some in the throes of abject poverty themselves, and not be made to pay for the INJUSTICE?!?

Am I on the wrong track here?

There are some who will say, "Oh...she's suffered enough...the loss of her reputation...the SHAME..."

Do you know what I will say to those who espouse such views?

I will say, "No - it ISN'T enough. She, for all intents and purposes, pressed the button."

What button, you ask?

Here's an excerpt from Bestseller - maybe this will make the point clearer:

My best friend, Vera Lee, was also my next-door neighbor of twenty years. We saw each other or spoke on the phone almost every day. She had listened patiently for hours as I wailed and obsessed endlessly as my marriage collapsed. Her advice: never love anyone more than they love you.

A retired French professor, Vera was eighteen years my senior. She was a bright and flirty conversationalist, a gracious hostess, intelligent, and fun. Friends of mine who met her always commented that she was “charming.” I admired her tremendously. She was my “Auntie Mame.” Whenever I wrote her a note I always signed it, Love, Jane.

I think she considered me an asset, too. She liked to show me off to her friends. We were the glamorous young couple — handsome, rock musician husband, vivacious, bright wife — in the mansion next door. She lived by herself on the other side of a common driveway in a cozy brick cottage that had been the gatekeeper’s quarters.

At the time we bought the big house, we were impecunious hippies who had acquired a bit of extra capital through a fluke business opportunity. When we moved in, all our worldly possessions fit in half the living room. Our friends thought we were crazy. In that era those looming, grand Victorians were called white elephants; nobody wanted them – too much upkeep. Within a few short years they would regain their original status as trophy houses.

My life and Vera’s were densely intertwined. I knew her whole family and circle of friends and she knew mine. She was a necessary fixture at my family’s celebrations. She was always with us on Christmas Eve (she, being Jewish, didn’t celebrate with her family) when we opened presents. She often made her entrance waving a flaming red feather boa and toting a bag of gifts for everyone, my kids included. I would never consider having a party without Vera.

Her lively patter was the Vaseline (her word) that kept any affair running smoothly. To encourage the flow of conversation Vera enjoyed conducting parlor games. She would ask people to pick a single word to describe themselves. It could be one word only. She was surprised that I chose “sensible.” Why didn’t you pick something more flattering? she asked. I don’t remember the word she chose for herself.

Or she’d say: You can be rich or famous. One or the other, not both. Which do you choose? She chose famous. I chose rich. She was surprised. I don’t care to impress strangers, I said, I have two kids to send to college.

Another favorite party question was, “If you could push a magic button and someone, somewhere, would die and a million dollars would materialize in your bank account, and nobody would know what you did — would you do it?” She often played this one with new acquaintances. She was smiling brightly as she asked this rather macabre question and listened intently to the answer. In retrospect I now see this game as an ominous augur.

I'm fairly certain that Vera was taken into Misha's confidence, much as Jane had been, so the story of the Million-Dollar Button should be common knowledge to all parties involved.

Understand - Misha was in complete control of her faculties when she initiated the lawsuits against the aggrieved parties - no one was twisting her arm; she knew that her account of being raised by wolves was a fabrication; yet, the lawsuits went forward, regardless.

Jane, I hope that you recover all that is forthcoming.

Misha...I haven't really any words of hate to you...I do wish, however, when you're sitting alone, someplace, somehow, that you will come to understand that what you did was WRONG.

It was not a matter of survival.

It was a matter of thinking that you were better than all around you, and that their gifts, their homes, their possessions, all were yours to do with as you saw fit.

I hope you'll understand. Maybe then, we can move forward and think about forgiveness.

Just finish the bloody thing, already!

Joe Lieberman is a war-mongering jackass.

Dear readers...enough already! Invoking the idea of EVENTS OCCURRING IN THE FIRST YEAR OF PRESIDENCIES?

Get the FUCK outta here with that bullshit!

Dear readers...that was some strong invective to use on a Monday morning...

...but it needs to be even stronger.

Don't you DARE attempt to make tragedies commonplace here, in the blessed UNITED STAES OF AMERICA.

Blessed, I say? Yes...

I want you to begin with this: Why do you need Health Insurance?

Now, having put that link there, I do NOT discount the idea of a force greater than we can fathom...but THAT IS THE WHOLE BLOODY POINT!

If there IS a greater force in the universe that was DIRECTLY RESPONSIBLE for the creation of this universe...guess what?

HE DOESN'T GIVE A BLOODY YANK WHAT YOU THINK...WHAT YOU CARE FOR...WHAT YOU WANT WITH THIS WORLD...NONE OF IT.

Now...please...don't misunderstand my words...I'll tell you EXACTLY what I mean.

You have pets? You care for them...you establish some sort of environment for them that is at least minimally conducive to their well-being, right?

But...do you REALLY care what they think?

I mean...REALLY?!?

I was gonna write a really nasty anecdote about Great Danes, peanut butter and nether regions, but I want you focused on this idea.

Okay...goldfish. The swim around, crap in the water and eat that flaky shite you drop into the tank, daily. Sounds like an ideal existence, eh?

Ponder this, then: what if...the goldfish wished that you NOT STARE AT THEM ENDLESSLY FOR MINUTES AT A TIME? What if the goldfish wished that you would actually feed it smaller fish?

What...you think that there's FISH FOOD out there in the wild?

But...you not going to do any such thing, are you?

Of course not...THE GOLDFISH IS THERE FOR YOUR AMUSEMENT.

That's what I'm saying...nothing more...and it IS just an idea.

But I think one should say...selah.

Look it up...if you know what this means, then please do so.

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Alrighty...so, the planners of the Ground Zero Restoration Plan have overrun on costs and may not be able to meet the 10th Anniversary, if you can refer to it as such, of the events of September 11th, 2001. It's reported on 1010WINS that the PATH/Chambers Street Station costs over $50 million, yet they need to tear it down.

I say BOLLOCKS TO THAT!

I'm used to the bloody thing, already...and not to pull a LIEberman or anything, but I believe that closing and renovating the center is the LAST bloody thing one should do, especially this close to the SEVENTH ANNIVERSARY of the events of September 11th, 2001.

So, I'm going to start a petition to LEAVE THE WTC ALONE- JUST BUILD IT ALREADY!

PATH passengers...do you really want your travel disrupted?

NY/NJ travellers...is it really worth the hassle?

I hope to have this done by tonight...I'll have to bang it out in between tasks this afternoon.

I will end this posting with a name that you should know well...Dr. Philip Zack