You can also provide a one time donation.
There is a lot of rumbling these days concerning geriatric terrorist, Billy Ayers, coming clean about having ghost written our Dear Leader's autobiography, Dreams From My Father. Given that this will hardly be breaking news, since Jack Cashill has already made the charade abundantly evident to everyone but the Simpson jury, even while other friendly biographers of the Obama Family have disclosed such and been ignored by mainstream media, we stand on the verge of a nation-wide intervention on behalf of sanity.
Will Chris Matthews be able to realize the tinglings were psychosomatic?
Will our "elite" academicians - you know, the ones who tell us Cornel West is Einstein with an Afro and charge fifty grand a year to Bolshevize our budding world savers; who insist that LeRoi Jones and Toni Morrison are affirmative action Miltons and Shellys - skulk off to an additional and richly deserved layer of Dante's Inferno, or simply double down on their lies and compete for slots in MSNBC's new nightly line up?
On what page, in which section, will the New York Times post its "corrections?"
Will Evan Thomas conclude that Barack is a wee bit less like God these days?
Will Colin Powell be retroactively busted to Corporal?
These are all titillating possibilities, but they are just that: possibilities. Just as possible is a complete breakdown, and renewed entrenchment in the illusion of their own pure motives. How are you going to get them back on the farm, once they have seen the Left Bank? I recall Joe Biden telling us: "I mean, you got, sort of, the first mainstream African American who is articulate and bright and clean and a nice-looking guy. I mean, that's a storybook, man."
It looks like the operative words in that condescending and extremely revelatory prattle from the man a heartbeat from the presidency are "sort of" and "story book."
Why does the cynic in me suspect Democrats will choose to move on to the next chapter in the story book? Is it really cynicism, or merely experience?
How many of your friends will carry on, unable to give up their delusions of perfecting the human condition through the application of political power, so immersed in the politically correct dogma of capitalism's innate evil and socialism's inherent fairness, so convinced that the racism of Obama, Wright, Sharpton, Jones, Jarrett, and on and on and on, is simply a healthy and necessary reaction, justified because, as Susan Sontag put it, "The white race is the cancer of human history."
Like the wedding feast at Canaan, I have saved the best for last. ( Or, is it the worst? )
Suppose Ayers' coming admission is part of the plan?
I'm not sure anyone has a more complete, and vividly lived, set of perspectives on the present state of politics in Western Civilization than David Horowitz. Nor has anyone been more active on so many fronts of the battle. He has made his mistakes. Some very recently. But he is a man of integrity and moral purpose. I have been fortunate enough to have had conversations with David Horowitz, and was blessed to have him on my radio program for an extended interview. I'm sure many of you have seen him interviewed on television. In fact, you might share my frustration that the bumper sticker format of today's "news" delivery apparatus is inherently contrary to meaningful exchange. David does not have the best opportunity to shine in those circumstances. The brevity, purpose, and nature of the process, not to mention the vapidity of the producers, make cognitive nutrition a low priority in that venue. In the interview below, broken into two roughly 25-minute segments, I see a more relaxed and focused Horowitz than I have seen before, or experienced first hand. Jamie Glazov, whose family was broken and murdered by communism in Russia, gently but persistently prods David and the interview to a concise mission. It by no means covers the waterfront, a task that only reading Horowitz's many brilliant and extraordinarily insightful writings can accomplish, but it should most assuredly whet your appetite to begin an adventure. It is an adventure I set out on a few decades ago, and which has provided me with the mission I embrace today. No matter where it will eventually lead me. As one who has made a journey somewhat similar, but certainly not as profoundly impactful, as that of David Horowitz, I can assure you it is a path that will not leave you empty in the search for human meaning. It will be costly in human and social terms, but spiritually enriching in spades. I whole-heartedly recommend his complete works to one and all. Enjoy and share. Please.
The Obamans Are Coming For Your Children
Precious few in media have the stranglehold on reality that Bill Whittle has. Many young people, old enough to view and comprehend this short video, have a chance to cast off the shackles of indoctrination they are currently undergoing in our putrid "education" industry. Most don't. Did you know the graduation rate in Minneapolis public schools is around 50%? As Casey Stengel used to say: "You could look it up." I actually wonder if the 50% that do graduate are any better off than the ones who don't. Are they simply better trained for relinquishing their freedom? Most certainly, however, the next generation - if we don't destroy the totalitarian monster metastasizing as we speak ( or don't speak, as the case may be) - won't have a ghost of a chance of growing up free. They will be doomed. G-double doomed. And it will be our fault for being complacent cowards. I wish I had recordings of the disgusting dozens of teachers who called my radio show - off-air - to thank us for fighting their fight for them. They all worried about what their thug union would do to them if they went on air to reveal the truth. So they all refused, but continued to offer to hold our coats while we fought the enemy for them. They valued their termitic little jobs being part of the problem more than they valued the children's future as the prize for simple courage. God forgive me, but I despise them even more than I do the evil progressives. You see, those teachers knew better. They were simply cowards. Each and every one. I pity not only their students, but their own children as well. It must be hell to be raised by spineless, soulless parents. I beg you: watch this video and act accordingly. Tick...tick...tick...
...and the ticks just keep on coming.
Here is Bullitt County Test of 1912 Bill Whittle references. Try to imagine the average college student having a whack at it. Oh, the humanity! The precious Self-Esteem!
I honestly can't think of a more dangerous crossroad this nation has ever come to. There will be no Deus ex Machina. There will be no White Hats riding to the rescue. There will only be us. Us dropping the blinders and wishful thinking. Us realizing that we have totally dropped the ball in our responsibilties to freedom. Us answering in the negative to Franklin's question of whether we could keep our Republic. Unless, of course, We, as in Us, cling with everything we have to our God, our Constitution and, yes, our guns. Every indication dictated by logic, history and the simple truth of feelings in our bones tells us so. Listen for all you are worth:
THE SIMPLE TRUTH, AS ALWAYS, FROM BILL WHITTLE. STILL WANT TO HIT THE SNOOZE BUTTON?
It is very easy to allow the normalcy bias we all operate under to blunt the news we hear every day. Take the time to watch this short video. The sound is primary. This shows no people being torn to bits, no families destroyed, no explosions. Just a sunny day in Ashdod, Israel. Sadly, it is their normal.
Now picture in your mind what Israel would look like in Minnesota. It would stretch from roughly Bemidji to Redwood Falls, north to south. It would slowly arch from about nine miles wide at Redwood Falls to its maximum width of about 70 miles at Parker's Prairie. It would return to only about twenty miles wide at Bemidji. Across the street from Parker's Prairie would be Gaza. Hundreds of rockets would be flying in from there. Immediately south of Redwood Falls would be The Sinai, occupied by roving bands of Al Qaeda and Muslim Brotherhood militias. Across the street from Bemidji would be Hezbollah-controlled Lebanon, armed to the teeth and also prepared to once again flood the country with deadly rocket fire, or worse. To the northeast, all the way to Lake Superior and the Arrowhead, lies Syria, awash in civil war and death on a ghastly scale. Hatred and violence surrounds you; and the President of the United States, for some very strange reason, likes the people across the street. But he doesn't like you. Have a nice day.
Just when you thought there were no eloquent, clear-thinking, reality-based spokespersons ready to advance the Leftist cause; no keen historians of the fundamental bad acid trip our culture has been on for forty years, oozing with insight into how a civilization can recapture the steering wheel from the crazed adolescent mindset, with its heavy, unwashed, sandaled foot to the floorboard while the radio blares, with the bass cranked and the "Visualize World Peace" bumper sticker exuding the evasive simplicity of all solutions. Just when mass insanity seems the overwhelming wave of our deeply diminished future:
Along comes this pretty little thing.
Where has she been all our lives?
The Speakeasy was launched to bust the monopoly on news and opinion that leads so inexorably to the brotherhood of cronyism, arrogance and incompetence dominating our politics and weakening our culture. The elitist clique playing musical chairs in the councils, commissions and boards of our political and governmental structure has been imperiously dismissive of any criticism. It has ignored citizen exposure of clear wrongdoing. It has even gone out of its way to cover up gross misdemeanors, concocting thin veneers of legality that can’t withstand the light of day. The Speakeasy will be that light. The best disinfectant is sunshine, and we intend to roll back the clouds. We have had some good success. Ask around. The Weekly Reader hasn’t mentioned our name, but they know our name.
We utilize local peccadilloes to shed light on how they lead to weakening of our culture statewide and nationally - same story, different faces. The Speakeasy brings in guests of unquestioned prominence and integrity. We even lean on the ghost of Ronald Reagan to keep things flowing. Fortunately, he agreed to work for The Speakeasy gratis! We hear from callers throughout the world, from Alpharetta, Georgia to Afghanistan, from West St. Paul to South Korea. Even from the mystical and exotic Leader Area, affectionately known as L.A. We also love our callers from that vast uncharted land called “Unorganized!”
We aren’t bragging, mind you, but a lot of folks claim we have the world’s finest bumper music, too! They just might be right!
We will need your help to keep the operation afloat long enough to grow roots. Please avail yourselves of the “donate” or “subscribe” buttons! No amount is too small, or too large for that matter.
Tipping your friendly bartender is the surest way to keep The Speakeasy in business. It might even get you a long pour.
Remember, Monday through Friday, 6 to 8 CST at wwwi FM, 95.9, or listen via Live Stream at www.3wiradio.com . Podcasts also available at www.3wiradio.com/thespeakeasy.html Our studio line is 218-828-9994. If you get through to a ring, hang tough. Our equipment was all purchased at the Marconi estate sale, but we will get to you eventually. Onward and upward!
Take us out, Frank!