He’s too desperate.
You can hear it in his voice, in every interview.
He’s too slick, he’s too “what you want to hear when you may want to hear it.”
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I would ask you this:
The NEXT president will be THE most challenged, I submit, in the history of this nation.
There will be NO greater national economic challenge in our history.
Ask yourself: how will YOUR candidate not necessarily respond to abortion or SCOTUS but:
Our CRASHING economy?
BZ
Displayed here is the June 24th, 1994 USAF B-52H #61-0028 Czar 52 crash at Fairchild Air Force Base in the state of Washington. The incident is extremely well documented here on Wikipedia.
The last few seconds prior to the crash are documented here, in a closer video with a bit more clarity:
Islam cannot slaughter the greatest, most powerful nation of infidels on the planet by stark and open war.
The Council on American-Islamic Relations (CAIR) announced today that the Department of Defense will begin allowing Muslim and Sikh students who wear an Islamic head scarf (hijab) or a turban to participate in the Junior Reserve Officers’ Training Corps (JROTC).
“We welcome the fact that Muslim and Sikh students nationwide will now be able to participate fully in JROTC leadership activities while maintaining their religious beliefs and practices,” said CAIR National Executive Director Nihad Awad.
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Dec 26, 5:02 AM (ET)
By LEKAN OYEKANMI and JON GAMBRELL
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MADALLA, Nigeria (AP) – At a Nigerian Catholic church where a terror attack killed 35 people on Christmas, women tried to clean the sanctuary ahead of Mass on Monday while one man wept uncontrollably amid the debris.
Outside St. Theresa Catholic Church, crowds gathered among the burned-out cars in the dirt parking lot, angry over the attack claimed by a radical Muslim sect and fearful that the group will target more churches.
Rev. Father Christopher Jataudarde told The Associated Press that Sunday’s blast happened as church officials gave parishioners white powder as part of a tradition celebrating the birth of Christ.
Some already had left the church at the time of the bombing, causing the massive casualties. In the chaos after the bombing, Jataudarde said one mortally wounded man, cradling his shredded stomach, begged him for religious atonement.
“Father, pray for me, I will not survive,” the man said, according to the priest.
At least 52 people were wounded in the attack, said Slaku Luguard, a coordinator with Nigeria’s National Emergency Management Agency. Victims filled the cement floors of a nearby government hospital, some crying in pools of their own blood.
On Christmas, attacks by the radical Muslim sect left 39 dead across Africa’s most populous nation. A bomb also exploded amid gunfire in the central Nigeria city of Jos and a suicide car bomber attacked the military in the nation’s northeast.
Merry Christmas, to all of my BZ readers!
BZ
From PoliceOne.com:
By Dr. LaMaurice Gardner
Oakland County (Mich.) Sheriff’s OfficeWhat would you do if in the middle of Catholic Mass, on one of the holiest days of the year, someone yelled out “Allahu Akbar?”
It was late Christmas Eve and my 17-year-old daughter and 11-year-old son were preparing to leave for midnight Mass at Shrine of the Little Flower Catholic Church in Royal Oak, Mich. The church is quite a distance from our home and the weather was bad. Worried about drunk drivers on the holiday eve, my wife was hesitant to let our newly licensed daughter drive so far so late. But our daughter was persistent and my wife gave in.
I had my own apprehensions. Having read books and attended terrorism lectures by Lt. Col. Dave Grossman and John Giduck — as well as hearing from numerous Israeli and UK terrorist experts at IACP conferences — I was sensitive to the vulnerability of American houses of worship to terrorist attacks, especially on high-profile religious holidays. A good 10 minutes behind my kids, I decided to leave too and catch up with them for the service.
At the church, my daughter greeted me with, “What, you don’t trust me?” I blamed my surprise attendance on my wife’s paranoia, and we all settled into my favorite pew in the back of the sanctuary. At midnight, a procession of altar boys and priests entered, followed by the executive priest, a monsignor. Mass began and the spirit of the season filled the capacity crowd.
I felt a little odd this Christmas Eve, because for the first time I was wearing a chain badge beneath my sweater. I always carry my gun off duty, a practice I learned in a Street Survival Seminar 10 years ago that has been further emphasized time and again in Dave Grossman’s lectures (“Never be a sheep when you are a trained sheepdog”).
That night, I considered the chain badge added protection against possible friendly fire in case the shit hit the fan. Having seen one of my captains as well as a K-9/SRT deputy at services before, I knew I was probably not the only LEO present, not to mention veteran and active-duty servicemen from Iraq and Afghanistan.
This midnight Mass was typical of previous years: song, ceremony, apostolic readings, a reading of the gospel. After the gospel, with everyone seated both in the audience and at the altar, there was a brief lull, then suddenly, from nowhere, came a shout: “Allahu Akbar!”
My world froze. Those two words are the common war cry of Islamic Jihadis. Immediately I went to condition orange. One hand was on my weapon, the other prepared to push my kids to the floor for their protection. I scanned the church for a target, anticipating an imminent explosion of flying shrapnel or gunfire. In my head I heard my SRT sergeant’s range command echo, “Two to the head!” No thought of body shots on a suicide bomber.
When I couldn’t identify a primary target, I looked for anyone in the crowd who followed suit and yelled the same homicidal chant. Everything was in slow motion and what was milliseconds seemed like minutes. I didn’t know if the dead silence was my auditory exclusion or shock from the parishioners. All I knew was that I was a sheepdog on automatic pilot.
Then the orator of the death chant stood and identified himself: the monsignor. He followed his striking words with, “I bet you didn’t expect to hear that!” He then went on with a homily about the greatness of God.
I didn’t hear a word that came out of his mouth for the next 10 minutes. Adrenaline rushed through my bloodstream, and my heart was racing. Not to mention I was pissed. I was ready to push my kids to the floor, jump over the pew, and run toward the perceived threat with the intention of taking it out — or die trying. I would hope that every officer/warrior at that service had also been ready to engage.
I suppose training, discipline, and FATS-machine shoot/no-shoot scenarios paid off, because no aggressive action took place. The sermon went on and the sheep went on grazing. But my daughter knew. She looked at me and recognized the combat mode. She asked, “Isn’t that what the terrorists say?” I responded, “Yes, it is.”
I calmed myself with deep breathing and convinced myself the monsignor really didn’t understand what he had done.
Eventually the service ended and the monsignor said, “Go in peace.” As I left the church, I saw him at the door. I calmly explained the threatening nature of his words and suggested he try to choose his words more wisely. He just laughed off my comments and went about his way.
I guess the saying is true, “No one understands the coliseum’s ring as clearly as the gladiator.” We do live among a community of sheep. Only those of us who have been there or who are trained to be there understand the terrorist threat we are under. I seriously doubt that anyone would have escaped with the “Allah Akbar” statement unchallenged in Israel or the UK, where sensitivity and awareness are much greater.
Although the outcome was benign, this Christmas Eve experience seems important to share for two reasons. First, to let the warriors who are protecting us overseas know that there are warriors here too, protecting your families and friends from terrorist threats on the home front. And to remind officers nationwide to be prepared. I was lucky, but I was trained and prepared in mind and body.
This time it was a false alarm. Next time it could be real. Pray for peace but prepare for war.
About the Author
LaMaurice Gardner, Psy.D., is a Veterans Affairs psychologist who also serves as a psychologist for several law enforcement agencies in Michigan, including Detroit P.D. He is a SRT hostage negotiator and reserve lieutenant for the Oakland County Sheriff’s Office in Pontiac, Mich.
Any time of the year, any time of day, any point in time, the naivete of Americans can be absolutely staggering.
BZ
P.S.
What is a Sheepdog? Go here.