Professor Gruber Meets the Prosecutor

Silver tongued and razor sharp, former prosecutor Rep. Trey Gowdy (R-SC) took on the formal prosecution of MIT “Economist” Professor Gruber. You know, the glib one who thinks American voters are stupid.

Gruber thinks he’s the smartest guy in the room but he’s at best a weasel who is as insincere as one could get when put on the line to apologize for his statements. No better than Trey Gowdy to put him in his place and watch him slink down in his chair looking like a grown man child ready to cry. Then committee chairman Darrell Issa (R-CA) has one final followup question.

It is well worth sticking through the entire six and half minutes to see the adept hand-off to Chairman Issa at the end, clinching the deal.

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Posted by Don Anastas - December 9, 2014 at 10:08 pm

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GOP Bastards


GOP Bastards

Excuse the title but I needed to be as accurate as possible since the liars in the GOP establishment, the so-called leadership, is readying to pass a bill before you can read the bill. Sound familiar? These “bastards” are no better than Democrats when satisfying their lobbyists to spend your tax money on pet projects and to pass the power of the purse over to Barack Obama.

What has me so lathered? This headline:

Watchdogs brace for surprises in massive $1.014T spending bill

That “T” following the number is for TRILLION followed by the word “SPENDING.”

It’s the holiday season so the politicians are loading up their sleigh and getting to deliver on their promises, not to you Mr. and Ms. Taxpayer who gave them their power but to their pals who run the PACs, bundle the money, and deliver the ads during the never ending campaign seasons.

Those “promises” about repealing Obamacare and stopping executive orders for amnesty? Forget it, those where lies from, as Michelle Malkin says, the “lying liars” who are giving their buddies what they want and Obama what he wants. They think they’re cute, I think anarchy shouldn’t be far away and these Bastards need to be removed from government, by force if need be.

What is being planned? Only the appropriators know and they’re are not talking. Will we get 72 hours to read the bill and the earmarks, and other attachments of goodies? Not likely.

So fearful of a government shutdown the GOP is ready to pass the House bill, one that will have smooth sailing in Harry Reid’s lame-duck Senate. If Reid allows a House bill to be voted on you know it’s a miserable document which pleases Obama and hurts the country.

Senate Democrats have negotiated this bill and aren’t happy but not to worry, $1.1 trillion has plenty to keep government rolling through September 2015 and your new GOP majority will have nothing to say about it. This amounts to a wasted elected up to now.

Over at the Democrat Party shill, The Politico, they’re writing as though they’ve read the secret package and Obama is getting whacked. It’s business as usual while Obama runs roughshod over the Constitution and the GOP leadership and their minions allow it. Bastards all – off with their heads!


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Posted by Don Anastas - December 8, 2014 at 10:56 am

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America Gives Thanks!


Here beginneth the chronicle of those memorable circumstances of the year 1620, as recorded by Nathaniel Morton, keeper of the records of Plymouth Colony, based on the account of William Bradford, sometime governor thereof:

The Desolate Wilderness

So they left that goodly and pleasant city of Leyden, which had been their resting-place for above eleven years, but they knew that they were pilgrims and strangers here below, and looked not much on these things, but lifted up their eyes to Heaven, their dearest country, where God hath prepared for them a city (Heb. XI, 16), and therein quieted their spirits.

When they came to Delfs-Haven they found the ship and all things ready, and such of their friends as could not come with them followed after them, and sundry came from Amsterdam to see them shipt, and to take their leaves of them. One night was spent with little sleep with the most, but with friendly entertainment and Christian discourse, and other real expressions of true Christian love.

The next day they went on board, and their friends with them, where truly doleful was the sight of that sad and mournful parting, to hear what sighs and sobs and prayers did sound amongst them; what tears did gush from every eye, and pithy speeches pierced each other’s heart, that sundry of the Dutch strangers that stood on the Key as spectators could not refrain from tears. But the tide (which stays for no man) calling them away, that were thus loath to depart, their Reverend Pastor, falling down on his knees, and they all with him, with watery cheeks commended them with the most fervent prayers unto the Lord and His blessing; and then with mutual embraces and many tears they took their leaves one of another, which proved to be the last leave to many of them.

Being now passed the vast ocean, and a sea of troubles before them in expectations, they had now no friends to welcome them, no inns to entertain or refresh them, no houses, or much less towns, to repair unto to seek for succour; and for the season it was winter, and they that know the winters of the country know them to be sharp and violent, subject to cruel and fierce storms, dangerous to travel to known places, much more to search unknown coasts.

Besides, what could they see but a hideous and desolate wilderness, full of wilde beasts and wilde men? and what multitudes of them there were, they then knew not: for which way soever they turned their eyes (save upward to Heaven) they could have but little solace or content in respect of any outward object; for summer being ended, all things stand in appearance with a weatherbeaten face, and the whole country, full of woods and thickets, represented a wild and savage hew.

If they looked behind them, there was a mighty ocean which they had passed, and was now as a main bar or gulph to separate them from all the civil parts of the world.


And the Fair Land

Any one whose labors take him into the far reaches of the country, as ours lately have done, is bound to mark how the years have made the land grow fruitful.

This is indeed a big country, a rich country, in a way no array of figures can measure and so in a way past belief of those who have not seen it. Even those who journey through its Northeastern complex, into the Southern lands, across the central plains and to its Western slopes can only glimpse a measure of the bounty of America.

And a traveler cannot but be struck on his journey by the thought that this country, one day, can be even greater. America, though many know it not, is one of the great underdeveloped countries of the world; what it reaches for exceeds by far what it has grasped.

So the visitor returns thankful for much of what he has seen, and, in spite of everything, an optimist about what his country might be. Yet the visitor, if he is to make an honest report, must also note the air of unease that hangs everywhere.

For the traveler, as travelers have been always, is as much questioned as questioning. And for all the abundance he sees, he finds the questions put to him ask where men may repair for succor from the troubles that beset them.

His countrymen cannot forget the savage face of war. Too often they have been asked to fight in strange and distant places, for no clear purpose they could see and for no accomplishment they can measure. Their spirits are not quieted by the thought that the good and pleasant bounty that surrounds them can be destroyed in an instant by a single bomb. Yet they find no escape, for their survival and comfort now depend on unpredictable strangers in far-off corners of the globe.

How can they turn from melancholy when at home they see young arrayed against old, black against white, neighbor against neighbor, so that they stand in peril of social discord. Or not despair when they see that the cities and countryside are in need of repair, yet find themselves threatened by scarcities of the resources that sustain their way of life. Or when, in the face of these challenges, they turn for leadership to men in high places — only to find those men as frail as any others.

So sometimes the traveler is asked whence will come their succor. What is to preserve their abundance, or even their civility? How can they pass on to their children a nation as strong and free as the one they inherited from their forefathers? How is their country to endure these cruel storms that beset it from without and from within?

Of course the stranger cannot quiet their spirits. For it is true that everywhere men turn their eyes today much of the world has a truly wild and savage hue. No man, if he be truthful, can say that the specter of war is banished. Nor can he say that when men or communities are put upon their own resources they are sure of solace; nor be sure that men of diverse kinds and diverse views can live peaceably together in a time of troubles.
But we can all remind ourselves that the richness of this country was not born in the resources of the earth, though they be plentiful, but in the men that took its measure. For that reminder is everywhere — in the cities, towns, farms, roads, factories, homes, hospitals, schools that spread everywhere over that wilderness.

We can remind ourselves that for all our social discord we yet remain the longest enduring society of free men governing themselves without benefit of kings or dictators. Being so, we are the marvel and the mystery of the world, for that enduring liberty is no less a blessing than the abundance of the earth.

And we might remind ourselves also, that if those men setting out from Delftshaven had been daunted by the troubles they saw around them, then we could not this autumn be thankful for a fair land.



Annually on Thanksgiving, since 1961, The Wall Street Journal has published two editorials.

The Desolate Wildnerness” is the opening passage from “the chronicle of those memorable circumstances of the year 1620, as recorded by Nathaniel Morton, keeper of the records of Plymouth Colony, based on the account of William Bradford, sometime governor thereof,” whose bust appears at the upper right.

And The Fair Land” is an essay written in 1961 by Vermont Royster, who was then the editor of the Wall Street Journal.

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Posted by Don Anastas - November 27, 2014 at 12:01 am

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