We Are Snopes Now

I just realized that we’re not just the news now – we are OFFICIALLY the fact-checkers. And DISSENTER by Gab is why.

Hat tips to Q, Andrew Torba, and our own thinkthinkthink.

Here is where it started.


thinkthinkthink
February 28, 2019 at 21:04
Remember DWS’s computer tech guy?
Omar Awan toast?
https://www.local10.com/news/florida/broward/tesla-that-burned-in-fatal-crash-in-davie-catches-fire-again-at-tow-yard
Tesla that burned in fatal crash in Davie catches fire again at tow yard
Driver in fiery crash on Flamingo Road identified
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Well, follow that link….

Just read this article and you can see why it raises eyebrows:

DAVIE, Fla. – A Tesla that crashed and caught fire Sunday afternoon in Davie caught fire again after it was towed away, police said.

The driver of the 2016 Tesla Model S, later identified as Omar Awan, overcorrected and lost control of the car, which traveled across three lanes on Flamingo Road, struck several trees in the median and caught fire, Davie police Sgt. Mark Leone said.

Awan, who was “burned beyond recognition,” was pronounced dead at the scene, Leone said. 

Witnesses said the Tesla was traveling anywhere from 75 to 90 mph when it crashed.

Early the next morning, the Tesla reignited and caught fire again at A Superior Towing from a ruptured battery, Leone said.

“We’ve been out here three times already,” Davie Fire Department Battalion Chief Robert DiFerdinando told Local 10 News.

Tesla released a statement about the crash Monday, saying the company would cooperate with investigators.

“We understand that speed is being investigated as a factor in this crash, and know that high speed collisions can result in a fire in any type of car, not just electric vehicles,” the statement read.

https://www.local10.com/news/florida/broward/tesla-that-burned-in-fatal-crash-in-davie-catches-fire-again-at-tow-yard

SO – we have one OMAR AWAN who dies in BROWARD COUNTY – home district of one DEBBIE WASSERMAN-SCHULTZ – of a strange ONE-CAR ACCIDENT in a SPEEDING VEHICLE that goes OUT OF CONTROL and then BURNS UP. And the guy is BURNED BEYOND ALL RECOGNITION.

Almost sounds like it can’t be real. And yet this is local news – normally trusted for stuff like accidents and whatnot.

There is another link to an earlier article with MORE details.

DAVIE, Fla. – A driver was killed Sunday after crashing his Tesla into a tree along Flamingo Road in Davie, authorities said.

https://wqth.wordpress.com/2019/02/28/dear-maga-20190228-open-topic/comment-page-2/#comment-86165The crash caused the Tesla to burst into flames.

Paramedics pronounced the driver dead at the scene. Witnesses at the scene said the Tesla was traveling at a high rate of speed before the crash.

“There was just no way anybody could have saved whoever was in there,” witness Mark Dodds, who lives nearby, said.

Police closed a portion of the southbound lanes of Flamingo Road near the crash.

In May, two teenagers were killed when their speeding Tesla crashed into a wall in Fort Lauderdale. The crash caused the car’s electric battery to catch fire.

The National Transportation Safety Board found that the Tesla’s lithium ion battery, which was the source of the fire, reignited twice — as police transported the car away from the crash scene and again when investigators tried to remove the battery from the burned-out remains of the vehicle.

Tesla has defended its electric-powered cars, saying high-speed collisions can cause fires in both gas and electric vehicles.

https://www.local10.com/news/florida/broward/tesla-crashes-into-tree-in-davie-killing-driver-police-say

SO – the real question for me was whether this guy was THE Omar Awan, or just ANY Omar Awan.

A quick search of the name and the location led me to THIS article:

A DOCTOR you say?

Yes. Almost 50 years old. Definitely NOT “The” Omar Awan.

physician and father of five was killed Sunday afternoon when he lost control of his 2016 Tesla Model S sedan and hit a tree about two miles from his home in Davie, police said. The Tesla was engulfed in flames and later, while in a tow yard, reignited and burned several times.
After speaking with the Davie police department’s traffic homicide investigators, the NTSB decided not to investigate the crash, Christopher O’Neil, chief of media relations, said Tuesday. The NTSB investigates all aviation crashes but not all automotive incidents.

https://www.sun-sentinel.com/local/broward/davie/fl-ne-davie-tesla-crash-victim-20190226-story.html

At that point, I went back to The Q Tree with the happy news.

wolfmoon1776
February 28, 2019 at 21:23https://wqth.wordpress.com/2019/02/28/dear-maga-20190228-open-topic/comment-page-2/#comment-86165
Different guy. Interesting coincidence, IMO, unless it’s some kind of REALLY FAKE news.
https://www.sun-sentinel.com/local/broward/davie/fl-ne-davie-tesla-crash-victim-20190226-story.html
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And then I got to thinking more about things.

I could use my Dissenter browser extension to go BACK to the two articles above, where WHICH Omar Awan was not answered, and WARN people that this wasn’t “The” Omar Awan.

Which I did.

Then I decided to get fancy and say something at the article that I used to solve the problem:

Notice that NOBODY can remove these, except Gab, which is severely disinclined to do so.

That’s when it hit me – WE were now SNOPES, and nobody can stop us.

With those thoughts, I went back to The Q Tree and bragged some more!

sallyal
February 28, 2019 at 21:31
Holy moly! Could it be him? Burned beyond recognition? Hmmm.
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wolfmoon1776
February 28, 2019 at 22:18
Thanks for this – I’m going to do a big story. We are the fact checkers now.
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This is where I started getting downright giddy with the idea of replacing the EVIL Snopes!!!

Now THAT was when I began thinking of my favorite misleading news site, Cloverfield – whoops – I mean THE CLOVER CHRONICLE.

Surely they would have this story – right? OH HELL YEAH!!!

https://cloverchronicle.com/2019/02/26/omar-awan-dies-in-fiery-tesla-crash-in-broward-county-fl-body-is-burned-beyond-recognition/

Notice the frigging link at the bottom! Fox News!

But is it a link to an actual story? NO! Of course not. It’s a link to the Fox News homepage – just BULLSHIT to give an “official-looking” link.

Still, there’s value because of a graphic video of the burning wreck.

So what do I do? I am FINALLY able to TALK BACK TO CLICKBAIT!

“Browardstan”! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Hey – you ought to hear my made-up names for redneck and hillbilly towns and regions – I’m an equal opportunity joker! And it’s JUST A FRIGGIN’ JOKE.

Ya Democrat MAROONS! 😉

So where was I?

Yes. We are NOW the news – and MOAR.

“WE. IS. SNOPES.”

Oh, how I love that.

And we can leave TIPS for each other, DEBUNKS for each other, and all kinds of USEFUL stuff, too.

We may not LOOK like Snopes…..

……but frankly, I think we look more respectable…..

…..although, I just had to entertain the idea of having fun with our future.


Enjoy the future, people. We appear to be the early adopters.

Just ask Q.

W

"You Mean….., You're a Woman?"

Why are we talking about women all the time?
It was a day kind of like today. Temps were in the low 60’s, partly cloudy skies, early spring, and swollen buds on my Japanese Magnolias. Spring had arrived. After breakfast guests, I hurried through tidying up the rooms. Like a hibernating bear, I desperately wanted to be out in the sun. I grabbed a portable radio and there I was, dancing away and digging a ditch.
Physical work is immensely gratifying and beads of perspiration popped on my forehead. The robins were following my every move. They would perch, on the top of a dirt clod, waiting for me to turn over the next shovel full. Yes, I was digging a drainage ditch. Our house has a basement, and we are always conscious of water standing near the foundation. My mission was really twofold, spring maintenance for the basement and to lay out an herb garden. The grass was still brown, but I had a vision.
I was wrestling with a French drain, when a pickup truck whizzed into my neighbor’s driveway and stopped about 15′ from where I was working. It was our Mayor and our State Senator, who was also State Chair of Ways and Means. The Mayor spoke first, “What the hell are you doing, Daughn?”. I recognized his voice.
Still stooped over and self-conscious that my butt was facing him, I turned the radio down and swung to pitch an elbow on the end of my shovel. I was caught, busted, and tried to look as presentable as possible. “I’m digging a ditch…..”, I went on to explain. Mayor said, “Why isn’t (husband) digging?”, and I made some excuse. Seizing the opportunity to make a deal for my garden, I approached his truck, explained about the herb garden, and asked him for some ‘rip-rat’ to edge my garden. Rip rat are the large stones placed near a new exit ramp by DOT to control erosion. “How much do ya’ need?”, he replied. I pointed to the length needed and asked for a little more. “Okay, I can see it happening for you.”, I was smiling, that was easy.
“We need to talk to you about something important.”, said the Mayor. State Senator nodded in agreement. I braced myself on the edge of my shovel, “What does he want me to do now….”, I thought. I was ready, here it came, “You have to be the next Mayor”, he proclaimed. I reacted physically, reeling, but there was no chair to sit in. “Huh?”, I was stammering. He blindsided me.
Background #1: The Mayor and I were good friends. He was one of my husband’s best friends. Both of them had construction companies and knew each other for decades before I moved home. He was the best of Mayors for our little town. He was decisive, fearless, a man’s man, ruggedly handsome, and a champ when it came to negotiating. He was 6′ 3″ and imposing, wealthy, naturally intuitive, and also well educated. His experience in municipal bonds was limited, and because of my experience, I helped him. I was also shrewd, steeped in contract law, and provided added benefit. The two of us played good cop/bad cop and ‘danced’ together in a negotiation like we could read each other’s mind. We worked on the hospital, the schools, Christmas parades, federal agencies, and natural disasters. He never called or rang my front doorbell when he needed me, he just walked in the back door. Most of all, my family was deeply experienced in recruiting corp’s to our area. Together, we worked on many, many deals, successfully landing 4 Fortune 500 companies in our town, which improved employment, tax base, school system, etc. Beyond that, I liked the guy.
Background #2: Our State Senator was also a friend. He was recently divorced when he brought a lovely woman to an event at our house. It was their first date. He proposed to her at our house, and they were married at our house. She became a girlfriend to me. He was an incredibly adept politician who “got things done”. He listened constantly, never missed a word, and rarely spoke. He was a powerful man who was about 20yrs my elder. At the time, I had just turned 34.
Our State Senator broke the awkward silence and explained the Mayor was ‘moving up’. Because of his local success, the Mayor was appointed to head the State Dept of Econ Development. Because of a surreal performance during a natural disaster, our fire chief was also moving up to head Emergency Management for the State. That left a leadership problem at the local level. As he described, “the funnel of new business we had established was important and stability was paramount”. I was the natural choice to fill in. The decision had been made. I was the chosen one.
“But I can’t”, I shook my head. They were dumbfounded I would turn down such a gift. Yet, I knew something they did not, something I could not reveal. I offered an excuse, “I just started my business. I have 23 people working out of my house, a mortgage to pay.” “Don’t worry about the money”, was his cool reply. Curious answer. “B-b-b-ut the salary for a Mayor was a pittance, and I’m not naturally wealthy!”, the Mayor knew my personal finances well. I had a 5 year plan and a 10 year plan. The pay cut would have been about 80%. Again, “Don’t worry about the money”, said the State Senator. They explained, they had already spoken to my husband (to see if I might be interested) and he was “on board”. I was flattered and honored. It could only be me, the opposition would be a pompous, dangerous, and inept man.
I reluctantly objected again. “I was no politician.”, which they countered. “I was only 34yrs old.”, which they countered. The town’s Mayors were always older men, born and bred in the town, deacons of their churches, past Presidents of Rotary. I was from the town, baptized and married in a local church, but I spent my whole life….. away. I was a newbie, sort of. “Who in the hell would vote for me?”, I was puzzled. The Mayor sighed. Our prominent black alderman had proposed me to be the new Mayor and had also met with my husband (to see if I might be interested). I was assured the vote because as our Black Alderman said, “Of all people, I was tough but fair”. I smiled slightly, always liked that particular alderman, he was also ‘tough but fair’.
I was looking at the ground, thinking, running out of excuses and kept resisting. The Mayor sensed something was wrong and he asked, “What the hell, Daughn, I’ll help you campaign!” and “It will be fun!”. Finally and more sternly, he demanded, “What’s the damn problem?”.
I rose my head slowly, and narrowed my eyes. Deep breath.
“I’m pregnant”, I blurted. “My due date is October 21st and the election would be the beginning of November”, silence…….., “How’s that going to work?”, I said, “How can I campaign?” Plus, “What if the baby, God forbid, is not okay?”
The shock washed over them in a less than a second. The Mayor put his head on the steering wheel, then he threw it back against the headrest, staring at the grey velour on the ceiling of the pickup. In the passenger seat, the State Senator put both arms against the glove compartment to brace himself. The Mayor let out a breath, turned to me and said, “You mean…… you’re a woman?”.
Almost immediately, the Mayor said, “I ……..just……never……. thought of you as being a woman”. I chuckled. His reaction was overwhelming and sincere. Can’t be faked. Here was a man, an accomplished and experienced man, who LOVED and ADMIRED every inch of women, ALL women, especially his wife. Yet, he perceived me differently than other women. I was his buddy with a numbers brain. I was 110% female, no mistake, and definitely a “babe” at the time, but I was one of the guys. How cool for me? I landed the secret keys to the guy kingdom.
Best compliment, ever.
I shook my finger at him and swore the both of them to secrecy. I had not told my husband I was pregnant. They were the first to know.
When women enter the workforce or become involved in their community, they enter as people who contribute to a group effort. I never beat my chest or asked for special dispensation because I was a woman. We all know the rules. There isn’t another set of rules for women – or is there…. now? Have we lowered the standards for women? Doesn’t that naturally lead to lower performance for the whole group effort? I chose to over-perform and not be a token hire. It’s the ONLY way to earn the respect of the entire group and ever be considered “worthy”. To hell with being “equal”.
Furthermore, we all know people who seek to denigrate others to elevate themselves. It’s not healthy psychological behavior. It’s wrong but fairly common in social media, today. The women in this photo, the new and flashy women of the Congress, seek to degrade all men, and others of various religions or races, to elevate themselves. It’s wrong and destructive behavior.
I submit, if AOC were a man, she would have already been admonished and cast aside for her flighty and irrational statements. Imagine the response to the “Green Deal” if presented by a 29yr old white male, freshman Congressman. Would ANY news outlet have covered HIS idea? On a regular basis, she condemns men, only because they are men, and immediately defers to victim status, demanding special treatment because she is a woman. She will never earn respect in this way and can only be a token hire. She seeks another set of rules, for her.
This kind of self-absorbed behavior leads to resentment on behalf of those who do the actual work. Resentment of this nature is bad for any organization, yet we would be hard pressed to find a company, today, where it does not exist. Are women or ‘skin colors’ promoted for the sake of diversity? Yeah. AOC’s behavior harms all women in this way. Deserving women are constantly tested to prove and reprove themselves as worthy and NOT the token hire.
Other women on the cover also seek a different set of rules, to win based on “feelings” or “their truth”, which is usually not actual rational truth. Why is the DNC seeking a “woman of color” to run for President instead of touting accomplishments of the person?
They seek to be placated, for all others to bow before them, to stop and listen when they speak, NOT because of what they say, but because of their color, religion, or sex. Why? Why would anyone presume to be superior because of skin color, sex, or religion? Who are the real bigots, here?
Pelosi
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

CPAC 2019

Gorka is killing it! What a start! The best summary of the state of the world in a LONG TIME!

[LIVESTREAM AT THE BOTTOM]

Here is an OLD clip about CPAC 2019 on OANN (not live):

Here is CPAC tweeting about the schedule today:

Gorka was AMAZING!!!

Here is one short:

Another short:

Gorka’s full speech:

Here is the Twitter stream for CPAC (continuously updated)…..

And HERE is a LIVESTREAM:

I’ll add more as it comes in.

W

Dear MAGA: 20190228 Open Topic

This THANKFUL & THOUGHTFUL THURSDAY open thread is VERY OPEN – a place for everybody to post whatever they feel they would like to tell the White Hats, and the rest of the MAGA world.

You can say what you want, comment on what other people said, and so on.

Free Speech is practiced here. ENJOY IT. Use it or lose it.

Keep it civil. They tried to FORCE fake Orwellian civility on us. In response, we CHOOSE true civility to defend our precious FREEDOM from THEM.

Our rules began with the civility of the Old Treehouse, later to become the Wolverinian Empire, and one might say that we have RESTORED THE OLD REPUBLIC – the early high-interaction model of the Treehouse – except of course that Q discussion is not only allowed but encouraged, and speech is considerably freer in other ways. Please feel free to argue and disagree with the board owner, as nicely as possible.

Please also consider the Important Guidelines, outlined here in the January 1st open thread. Let’s not give the odious Internet Censors a reason to shut down this precious haven.

Remember – your greatest gift to President Trump is FIVE WORDS:

I AM PRAYING FOR YOU.

Also consider The Non-Amended Wheatie’s Rules:

  1. No food fights.
  2. No running with scissors.
  3. If you bring snacks, bring enough for everyone.

The rule against shooting at the nukes has ANOTHER evening off. Not really sure why. Quite possibly because we have them safely stored!


Not sure if all of you know the story about this husky pup, that died in an unfortunate accident. Driller told the story and I can’t find his post, but that part’s not really what matters.

The point is, it was sudden and out of the blue, and yet Driller snapped this lucky last picture of the thing before it happened.

For some unknown reason, Wolf is really attached to this picture of Dog. He’ll probably post it all over the internet along with all his political memes and funny or inspiring pictures. Why? He’s not really sure. Maybe just so people remember. Maybe so we think about life, and remember to pet the dog, kiss the spouse, and say goodbye to the kids when we walk out the door.

Do all dogs go to heaven? I don’t know. I’d like to think so, but I’ll leave that one for the theologians.

Who knows? Perhaps this pup finds his way there, by way of the Internet.


Have a great rest of the week! Let’s pray for our POTUS, and his success in gaining peace, freedom and prosperity for the people of North Korea!

W

Trump/Kim Summit 2.0 + Presser. Overnight Thread.

dinner
New Thread. We all needed a shower after Cohen this afternoon. Let’s refocus our energy. Check out this extraordinary letter from Dennis Rodman. It’s a beautiful letter.
rodman letter
From Flep, here is the schedule for President Trump and the whole team.
PRESIDENT TRUMP’S SCHEDULE
EST/Local Time
8:25 PM (Wed)/8:25 AM Depart JW Marriott Hanoi en route to the Sofitel Legend Metropole Hanoi – Motorcade
8:45 PM (Wed)/8:45 AM Arrive at the Sofitel Legend Metropole Hanoi – Hanoi, Vietnam
9:00 PM (Wed)/9:00 AM Participate in a 1:1 bilateral meeting with the Chairman of the State Affairs Commission of the Democratic People’s Republic of Korea
9:45 PM (Wed)/9:45 AM Participate in an expanded bilateral meeting with the Chairman of the State Affairs Commission of the Democratic People’s Republic of Korea
11:55 PM (Wed)/11:55 AM Participate in a working lunch with the Chairman of the State Affairs Commission of the Democratic People’s Republic of Korea
2:05 AM/2:05 PM Participate in a Joint Agreement Signing Ceremony with the Chairman of the State Affairs Commission of the Democratic People’s Republic of Korea
2:40 AM/2:40 PM Depart Sofitel Legend Metropole Hanoi en route to the JW Marriott Hotel Hanoi – Motorcade
3:00 AM/3:00 PM Arrive at the JW Marriott Hotel Hanoi – Hanoi, Vietnam
3:50 AM/3:50 PM Participate in a press conference [Live Stream]
5:15 AM/5:15 PM Depart JW Marriott Hotel Hanoi en route to Noi Bai International Airport – Motorcade
5:55 AM/5:55 PM Arrive at Noi Bai International Airport – Hanoi, Vietnam
6:05 AM/6:05 PM Depart Hanoi, Vietnam, en route to Joint Base Andrews – Air Force One
Friday March 1 – All times EST
1:10 AM Arrive at Joint Base Andrews
1:20 AM Depart Joint Base Andrews en route to The White House – Marine One
1:30 AM Arrive at The White House – South Lawn

Chickens! And MOAR Chickens!

While we are waiting for more info from the Vietnam Summit and kibitzing about the Cohen testimony, I thought it might be a good time for a distraction…. and a story.
This is a story about two worlds with my feet in both worlds, and being humbled by those who are the very best of Americans = Dogs, self-sufficient country women, and incredibly gracious and masculine men.
Settle in, rest your computer fingers, and unwind with me. Today, we need it. Here we go.
I’ll admit it, I succumbed to the siren song of the big city. I was a suburban girl, and I took my shot at the big league. Manhattan and Miami were a 24/7 blur of activity. As a kid, my parents had a few uber wealthy friends, but the first week I was in Miami, I was on Trump’s yacht and Rod Stewart was performing. Life was good. I worked hard, moved up, made partner, and moved into a penthouse with all the trappings of what I THOUGHT was success. I’ll admit, I like little private planes, cigarette boats and sailing ‘vessels’, fast cars, good restaurants. Good Lord, I even collected wine.
When I cashed out to go to law school, I ended up moving to a small rural town where my grandmother lived. I fell in love with a local (but that’s another story), and bought a B&B instead of becoming a lawyer. Best decision I ever made. Yet, rural life was a constantly humbling experience. In the city, I could control my world but in the country, skill is required to respond to events. I lacked that skill. I was ignorant and devoid of self-sufficiency, traits strongly admired by my neighbors. I was amazed by other women, my same age, who seemed to possess a mental encyclopedia of information on how to fix ANYTHING. They had tips and tricks at their fingertips.
I recall being in a neighbor lady’s kitchen, Sarah, in the first few weeks after moving home. She was a friend of my grandmother, late 60’s, and I had known her all my life. Her son is a federal judge, now, but as kids we played together, naked, in a plastic blue pool. That day, Sarah was processing, “putting up”, 300lbs of plums for jam/jelly, and she needed help. Grandma sent me to help. Me, the ignorant one.
Sarah took in babysitting, and almost the entire day, she had a baby on her hip, organized smaller children, her own grandchildren, answered phones, made lunch, boiled/cut/processed 300lbs of plums……, which looked like fine jewelry by the time she was done. She had a glow around her like she was an angel, completely unphased by the bedlam around her. She could have easily done battle with any dictator I knew, and she would have prevailed. She had powers I didn’t understand. That day, I wisely surrendered, admitted defeat, and knew I had a lot to learn about country life. I took the ‘crash’ course.
A few years later, married, with the B&B renovated, my girlfriends and I were sitting on the side porch. We returned home from a local fair and were surveying our purchased treasures. We were talking about an upcoming birthday, the decorations, and cake. One girlfriend asked me if I used fresh eggs for my cakes – because all county women, who are self-sufficient, know that fresh eggs make a cake rise higher and taste better. Immediately accessing my new mental encyclopedia, I acknowledged fresh eggs were, indeed, better, but because I went through so many eggs on a weekly basis, I hadn’t yet “sourced” my fresh eggs. The girls got kind of quiet and looked at me in a funny way.
Twisting their eyebrows, like only close friends do, she said, “What do you mean you don’t use fresh eggs?” and “What the hell, Daughn, …. SOURCED?”.  My vocabulary was still a little bit urban and it slipped out every now and again. One girlfriend, giggled and scrambled down the side porch steps. She cocked her hip for added drama and pointed to the 28 box, dark green, chicken coop, which had been in my backyard for 100 years and said, “What are you doing, Daughn?” I responded and tried to change subjects, “Yeah, yeah, I know…. I’ll work on it”. One girlfriend elbowed the other and whispered. We moved on….
A few weeks later, another friend of a friend knocked on the side door with a “present” for me. It was 6 baby hens and one baby rooster in a cardboard box. I gushed all over the babies, they were so darling. I had only seen baby hens in movies, and I finally got to hold one. I had no idea what was to come. Like a gazelle, my friend hopped up into the back of her pick-up and said, “Didn’t know if you had any fresh hay, so I brought you a couple bales.” She cast them over the side, effortlessly, onto my driveway. She was a strong woman worthy of a title, “Queen of the Country”. I glanced at the hay, perplexed for a moment and thought, “Hay….., it’s dusty……, what’s the hay for……, oh yeah, chickens need a nest……., okay……., I can do this.”
She picked up on my confusion and sat down with me on the bottom step to talk to me…., like I was the unexpectant virginal bride on a wedding night. I asked about eggs and she laughed, “No, they won’t produce until they’re about 6 months old – they’re just babies now.” My brain was screaming, “Six months!!!!!”, but I tried to appear grateful. I asked what to feed them and how to care for them. “You’ll love it” she said, before she departed. She popped her horn a few times and waved goodbye. There I sat, all alone, with my baby chicks.
Over the several days, I tore apart the old chicken coop. Our house was abandoned for 23yrs when we bought it, and I imagined chickens had not lived here for at least 50 years. I did battle with spiders and a salamander. The dust was incredible. Yet, I had a veritable PALACE of chicken coops. It even had a small wooden picket back door so the chickens could go into their “yard”, shaded by a 100yr old pecan tree. It also meant I had to build a little fence. “Ahhhh, that’s why they call it chicken wire”, I thought. My self-sufficient girlfriend shook her head at my naivety.
My first husband laughed but relished my efforts. He ran electric for me and within 24 hours, I had a sink for the garden side of the chicken coop (one side was hen boxes and one side was a garden shed). I built the fence (with help), cleared the brush growing in the chicken yard, swept the concrete floor, dug a ditch for drainage, planted flowers in front, and put up a hand painted sign. Other girlfriends painted pots for me – they could do ANYTHING. I learned so much. By the end of the weekend, I had a chicken coop worthy of Southern Living AND a brand new garden shed. It was beautiful and inviting.
I checked on my chickens several times a day. I named them, of course. My step-son and other kids in the neighborhood fed them. I let them out and they followed me as I dug new gardens, turning over worms and grubs, in the yard. My rooster was beautiful and yes, he crowed loudly at daybreak. Some guests asked if I had a ‘recording’ of a rooster and thought it was a charming effect. Spring melded into summer, then fall. My hens grew and grew until one day, I had an egg.
I called my girlfriends, and they all came to look at the egg. We could only remove it for a little while because it had to stay warm. A few of my girlfriends laughed at me, ready to cook the egg. My eyes went wide, “Murder!”, and “No”, I thought, along with the others, “We have a baby on the way.”
We had more baby chicks for Easter. Within the year, my coop was full and I was doubling up chickens in their boxes. A local farmer was taking my extras before I became a division of Tyson Foods. I still had not cooked one single egg. I couldn’t. I could eat other fresh eggs, but not from my own babies. I curbed my brood to my original 6 hens and rooster. They had become pets, and they bolstered my image as “country woman”.
Our backyard is pretty much enclosed by a brick walled garden, driveway, and the house. The yard extends to a larger field, out back, but the chickens didn’t wander out there and the Rooster herded the hens. I would let them out in the morning and they would peck around the back yard until about noon. The school kids would look out the windows and loved my chickens. The rooster was fairly cooperative until one day, a girlfriend from urban CT tried to ‘pet him’.
One spring day, the neighbor’s lab, Sally, got loose and nabbed my rooster. The scene was pure carnage but Sally had a great lunch that day. I returned Sally, across the street to my neighbor with feathers still in her mouth. BUT, by the weekend, Sally was hungry again, for MOAR chicken. Our neighbor has three full-grown labs.
We had a wedding that weekend. It was a beautiful affair, white wooden chairs set up in the brick garden, satin aisle runner, flowers dripping off the garden gate where the bride and groom would stand, flower beds immaculately groomed. Our staff set up pretty garden tables, and we had about 150 guests sipping various teas, waiting on the ceremony to begin. A violinist strolled through the garden….. idyllic.
Husband was in the den watching sports. I was upstairs with the women of the wedding party, helping the bride, maids, and moms finish dressing. I was in a room with a large bay window. A bridesmaid was bent over a bedroom chair with her butt up in the air, so I could cut the errant threads from her dress, when I saw the flash of a neon orange dog’s collar in the periphery of my vision – but I wasn’t sure. It couldn’t be, but it was.
Earlier and unknown to me, the wife of the CEO of my bank, decided to entertain the children who were in the wedding party. The kids heard some of my hens clucking in the chicken coop and they wanted to see what it was. The wife walked them over to the coop and opened the door to entertain the children. Inside the coop they went. Taking the cue from a prominent wife, other women entered my darling chicken coop as well. The kids were ‘petting’ my hens and all was well – when the three full grown labs arrived, storming the chicken coop.
The next ten minutes were sheer hell. I heard screaming downstairs – from outside. I thought about not going outside, but the screaming got louder. I flew down the stairs as the ladies of the wedding strained to see what was happening from the window. I met my husband at the back door who looked at me disapprovingly. Of course it was all my fault, whatever ‘it’ was. My husband went upstairs to corral the women while I opened the back door and paused to survey the scene.
It was chaos, and I arrived just in time to see three labs carrying off my live chickens, through the midst of my guests. Two of the dogs were proud of their kill and marched right down the satin aisle runner, shaking the chickens, spewing feathers left and right, until they escaped to the open field. People were swing their chairs at the dogs. Men tried to catch them but the labs wanted to play. I was focused on my sinking reputation and the disaster before me when the situation got worse.
One of the highlights: My staff guy, armed with a sterling silver punch ladle, swinging back and forth, chasing the dogs. My grandmother would have never imagined such a use for her punch ladle. I bit my lip.
Obviously, one dog was still in the chicken coop and there was still screaming emanating from the coop. My staff guys, and older men who were guests, were helping 5-6 women plus an equal number of children OUT of the chicken coop, through a very narrow door. One final chocolate lab emerged and squirmed away with my last hen, clenched in his teeth. The children were horrified and crying. The hens they were so gently petting moments before, had been captured and murdered before their eyes.
Lucy Ricardo would have been proud. Several of the women were wearing spring hats, pumps, and brand new linen dresses. Their updos were undone. They looked like they had been through a tornado. Their perfect spring dresses were splattered with dirt, feathers, hay, everything. The children, who were SUPPOSED to be flower girls and ring bearers, dressed in expensive white English linen, were completely destroyed. They looked like they had been rolling in the dirt, hay, and some….., with chicken blood.
The moms of the kids had other clothing, play clothing for the reception, with them. Thank heavens our self-sufficient country women plan in advance. I put them all in one room and they changed and cleaned up. At one point, there were three little kids, standing in a jacuzzi, with one mom hosing them down. Another woman was mending a skirt. Another woman was already soaking the linen outfits with hairspray and club soda to save the English linen. Again, self-suffiency, they all knew what to do. The older women, I placed in another bedroom and bath, mine, so they had access to cosmetics and hair products. The wife of the CEO was apologetic but it was an episode of Murphy’s Law, come to life. The older women, within 20 minutes, looked as if they just stepped from a Parisian salon – perfectly fluffed and they smelled good.
The staff guys and the men who were guests were FABULOUS. They calmed the women down and a small army swept up chicken remnants and feathers. My husband was upstairs and would NOT allow the women of the bridal party to leave their large dressing room until order had been restored.
Within 20 minutes, the violinist was strolling the garden once more, the punch ladle was STERILIZED, and we popped the champagne early. People laughed and giggled. The wedding was spectacular….. but the wedding photos were very interesting.
No MOAR chickens for me.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Infanticide: America's Moment of Moral Crisis

We have reached a critical juncture; this is a defining moment in America’s conscience. There is only one other time in our country’s history when we faced a moral question of such great magnitude – Slavery.
Our entire moral-social fabric is about to be shredded. No society can survive once it starts killing its young. That’s exactly what abortion/infanticide is – the killing of the next generation. Even if we set aside, for the moment, the immorality of the deed, killing millions of the next generation goes against the Laws of Nature, and survival of a species.
Dramatic words? No. A society or culture which condones wanton killing of innocent babies cannot survive physically or morally. Mankind is writing its own death warrant. Charles Darwin would be aghast if he were alive today – seeing progressives disregard the very rules of survival.
We have been on this road for several decades – starting with the Supreme Court’s infamous 1972 decision in Roe v Wade,
From “Infanticide in New York State”

In 1983, following the Tenth Anniversary of Roe v Wade, President Ronald Reagan wrote an essay, “Abortion and the Conscience of the Nation.” Read it, it’s an extraordinary and profound statement about what 10 years of Roe v Wade had caused since that infamous ruling. Reagan makes several important points, including the most important one, not only about “when does life begin” but “what value does a human life have?”

“What value does a human life have?” That is the question America will be answering over the next several months as she watches a radical political party enshrine into law the “right” to not only kill viable infants in the womb, but to kill them after their birth.
This is not a new concept. In 2012, “ethicists” Alberto and Francesca Giubilini, and Minerva introduced the idea of after-birth abortion – this is what the Left has been moving toward with each new judicial ruling they managed to extract from friendly Leftist judges. It is also why America went from “safe, legal and rare” to abortion on demand, for any reason, at any time – during, up to, and including delivery.
The latest move is taking the life of a newborn after birth. New York State not only passed this legislation, but they enshrined the law into their State Constitution. BTW, New York had not taken up this bill since 2006 – they had to wait 13 years until they wrested control of the Statehouse from the Republicans. It is a reminder that the radical Left (Democrats) never stop moving or marching toward their “ideal” society.
New York’s move was celebrated by Gov. Cuomo who ordered the World Trade Center spire lights turned pink. Steve McCann, from American Thinker, said this about New York’s bill:

The United States is now the only so-called civilized nation in the world that has codified and legalized infanticide. There is no longer an argument over when life begins rather that this nation is now approaching the same disregard for humanity exhibited by the Third Reich in the 1930’s.

The World Trade center lights should have been red, for the blood of the Innocents past, present, and future.
New York’s radical abortion law started a #MeToo cascade of similar legislation from other states which produces the same outcome: being killed after being born, either actively or through intentional neglect. The wording of the legislation was designed specifically to deny the existence of life (and entitled rights) as a newborn, and that it was to be denied lifesaving medical care.
Virginia made its own attempt at joining New York, but was stopped, for now, by the GOP-controlled legislature. Governor Northam’s support for infanticide was accidentally outed in a radio interview. The bill was tabled; it should have been torn up into little pieces. It will rear its ugly head if the Democrats take control of the Statehouse in the next election cycle – November 2019.
Here are several states who are actively pursuing legislating infanticide besides New York and Virginia: Vermont didn’t want to be outdone by New York – this is their bill. Illinois prefers that they be the abortion capital of America. Rhode Island is going for barbaric, and New Mexico didn’t want to be outdone in their show of progressive depravity solidarity.
Democrats are passing all these laws under the guise of women’s health and women’s reproductive rights. By coding into law the concept that a newborn baby is not a human being – with all the rights and protections of life we afford adults, it effectively sends this country back into the Stone Age era – where understandably “uncivilized” was the norm. There is nothing civilized about killing our unborn children, or committing infanticide.
This killing is being done with painful, inhumane methods. Barbarism cannot be sugarcoated. Vassar Bushmills noted this in his article, “The Abortion Gulag and the Law”:

If you want a 3-minute mind-picture of just what killing babies is like, I offer this testimony of a now-reformed New York abortion doctor, Dr. Lavatino, who describes a second tri-mester abortion in detail.

We euthanize our pets in more humane ways than what is being done to our unborn children. How could we have this so backwards?
At the time President Reagan wrote about the conscience of a nation, this country still had a conscience. America had a moral compass. It was during the 1990’s when the underground efforts of the Left began to emerge. We had a brief respite during George W. Bush’s two terms, but he did not see the danger. Once a radical Democrat, Barack Obama, who as an Illinois State Senator, supported partial-birth abortion and infanticide, was elected to the presidency, the final push brought us to the passage of laws being legislated today.
The Democrats have ended all pretense of morality – this was made clear at their 2012 National Convention – where they dropped the mention of God from their party’s platform. Once the concept of God is removed from the Public Square, it is removed from the Public Consciousness, and then we have the end of the National Conscience. Morality gives us a conscience, without it, we are nothing more than craven beings.
What is a conscience?
“The complex of ethical and moral principles that controls or inhibits the actions or thoughts of an individual.”
Societies, cultures, and nations themselves have a shared morality and conscience. Once it is removed from the individual, as has happened in our public schools by removing all learning about Judaic-Christian values, it is an easy step for the group at large – society – to become adrift, without an anchor – this leads to a society/culture acting without moral restraint or constraint.
This is where we are today. We have a Congress made up of more people than not who represent godlessness and depraved indifference to the meaning of life, and in whose minds a human being has no value. It’s an incredible moral bankruptcy that stalks the halls of governance in DC. Congress could not pass the Pain Capable Unborn Child Protection Act – fetal pain bill – to stop abortions when we know that a baby can feel pain, and yesterday, the Democrats refused to pass the Born-Alive Abortion Survivors Protection Act – this bill would have supported medical care for any infant born alive after an abortion. They’re now allowing states to go forth and essentially kill a live, viable newborn baby.
Think about that – killing without conscience, without remorse.
By these radical, new abortion laws, now encompassing infanticide, Democrats have exposed and proved they are morally bankrupt. The next question to ask:
Is the Nation?
America is beyond facing a moral crisis, it is facing an existential crisis. Its entire moral foundation is about to be dispensed with if the taking of innocent lives is allowed to go forward. We will join the infamous ranks of Hitler’s Third Reich and the Communist dictators who killed millions.
The Supreme Court ajudicates the law based on the Constitution. The Constitution was written as a moral document. For America to survive, the law and morality cannot be separated.
Meanwhile, America’s current count in the genocide of the unborn since the passage of Roe v Wade is 61 million, and counting:
Number of abortions worldwide.
Picture credit: Lifenews.com 24 week unborn baby.

Dear MAGA: 20190227 Open Topic

This WINNING WEDNESDAY open thread is VERY OPEN – a place for everybody to post whatever they feel they would like to tell the White Hats, and the rest of the MAGA world.

You can say what you want, comment on what other people said, and so on.

Free Speech is practiced here. ENJOY IT. Use it or lose it.

Keep it civil. They tried to FORCE fake Orwellian civility on us. In response, we CHOOSE true civility to defend our precious FREEDOM from THEM.

Our rules began with the civility of the Old Treehouse, later to become the Wolverinian Empire, and one might say that we have RESTORED THE OLD REPUBLIC – the early high-interaction model of the Treehouse – except of course that Q discussion is not only allowed but encouraged, and speech is considerably freer in other ways. Please feel free to argue and disagree with the board owner, as nicely as possible.

Please also consider the Important Guidelines, outlined here in the January 1st open thread. Let’s not give the odious Internet Censors a reason to shut down this precious haven.

Remember – your greatest gift to President Trump is FIVE WORDS:

I AM PRAYING FOR YOU.

Also consider The Non-Amended Wheatie’s Rules:

  1. No food fights.
  2. No running with scissors.
  3. If you bring snacks, bring enough for everyone.

The rule against shooting at the nukes has ANOTHER evening off.


Today’s daily thread will be used to catch up on Q posts.


Q !!mG7VJxZNCI ID: 681f82 No.5397816 
Feb 26 2019 15:01:35 (EST)
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Puppet & Puppet Master.
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Q Post 2899

Q !!mG7VJxZNCI ID: 44cf4d No.5398367 
Feb 26 2019 15:29:03 (EST)
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Truth v Lies – the propaganda war for your mind.
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Q Post 2900

Q !!mG7VJxZNCI ID: 087672 No.5399134 
Feb 26 2019 16:04:55 (EST)
[INTERNAL CIVIL WAR]
All-out assault against the duly elected President of the United States.
We have never experienced anything like this in our history.
Treason & sedition at the highest levels of office throughout many departments [F + D].
Propaganda arm [FAKE NEWS MEDIA] of the D party in full attack mode (no facts, only statements).
Propaganda arm [FAKE NEWS MEDIA] of the D party prevent-limit ‘sheep (you)’ from learning the TRUTH.
Propaganda arm [FAKE NEWS MEDIA] of the D party retain-control of NARRATIVE (control over you).
House D’s in full attack mode (no facts, only statements).
Senate D’s in full attack mode (no facts, only statements).
THIS IS THEIR LAST STAND.
Fear of prosecution?
Fear of the public learning the TRUTH?
Fear of losing POWER?
Bribes, blackmail, threats, etc. all being deployed.
WE ARE AT WAR.
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Q Post 2901

Q !!mG7VJxZNCI ID: 087672 No.5399463 
Feb 26 2019 16:16:29 (EST)
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When the real TRUTH re: Russian collusion is right in front of you but the FAKE NEWS media prevents public awareness.
Conformity and Behavior.
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Q Post 2902

Q !!mG7VJxZNCI ID: 1e2b4e No.5402061 
Feb 26 2019 18:49:44 (EST)
Anonymous ID: 67117c No.5401939 
Feb 26 2019 18:41:14 (EST)
Feeling like Anons in US will be up late tonight following POTUS/Q in Vietnam.

>>5401939

It’s going to be HISTORIC!
Planned long ago.
[-21]
Within the next 21 days BIG BIG BIG HAPPENINGS are going to take place.
Q

Q Post 2903

Q !!mG7VJxZNCI ID: 1e2b4e No.5402283 
Feb 26 2019 18:56:40 (EST)
The Armor of God
Finally, be strong in the Lord and in his mighty power. Put on the full armor of God, so that you can take your stand against the devil’s schemes. For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms. Therefore put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand. Stand firm then, with the belt of truth buckled around your waist, with the breastplate of righteousness in place, and with your feet fitted with the readiness that comes from the gospel of peace. In addition to all this, take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming arrows of the evil one. Take the helmet of salvation and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God. And pray in the Spirit on all occasions with all kinds of prayers and requests. With this in mind, be alert and always keep on praying for all the Lord’s people.
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Q Post 2904

Q !!mG7VJxZNCI ID: 57f18f No.5407223 
Feb 26 2019 22:54:56 (EST)
>>5406506

Test 5
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Q Post 2905

There you have it. More to be added if they appear.

Oh yeah, they’re appearing. LOL!


Notice the weird out-of-order phenomenon – same as last time.


W

What follows is one of the best descriptions of the communist media’s “nickeling and diming” that keeps their sad FAKE COMPETITIVENESS in play. Donald Trump Jr. just NAILS the way they…..

FAKE IT TO MAKE IT.

In my opinion, the MSM and Democrats are now nothing but a CHICOM and RUCOM (remember – the communists operate FREELY in Russia) beachhead in America. They PRETEND to be what they are, and they have pretended since Stalin landed them in our media.

Trump Nukes Internet With Pepe-1A Meta-Logical Missile

Well, maybe that’s a bit of an overstatement. Maybe a bit of a bad attribution. Maybe a bit poetic.

If anybody thinks Andrew Torba of Gab isn’t leading the way to freedom, they’re not being honest. But the President Washington of MAGA certainly helped.

This is simple, yet seems complicated because it’s very new and mind-altering, so stay with me.

The Gab Commenting Extension is here.

https://dissenter.com

None of this would have been possible without Trump. Let’s be honest. The communists did their best to destroy Gab, but – HAHAHA – because Trump held the socialist scum off at the pass – long enough that Gab was able to save themselves – Gab is about to destroy communism (knock on wood).

Well – it’s more like Gab is going to make their liddle communist lives QUITE miserable, but that’s almost the same thing

I’ve already made the first comment at this site:

If you’re interested in trying it, follow along.

PLEASE NOTE that this ADDED layer of commenting will NOT replace our WordPress discussion, but it will likely augment it.

Here is the Dissenter homepage:

After you log in, you get this screen:

At this point, you can click on “Download” in the upper left-hand corner, and go to this page, where you can select your browser extension:

https://dissenter.com/download

Just follow the directions. You will get a “green G plus speech bubbles” button in your browser. See my first comment again:

Click on the green button, and the window pops up to see comments.

Whether this works for all platforms, browser, devices, etc., I do not know. We will just have to find out. But I think it’s already working very nicely in the Brave browser on the desktop.

You can also get to any URL to comment, through the Dissenter homepage.

The Dissenter homepage even has several ways to get to current “hot” articles. There are lists, but there is also a scrolling banner at the top.

Basically, it becomes like the Drudge Report WITH comments.

What this means is that you don’t even need the browser extension. Just go to dissenter.com and start commenting.

If there is already a discussion, you join it. Otherwise, you start it.

Here is what one looks like:

In other words, they’re talking about a Twitter post (has its own URL) in a dimension that TWITTER does not control.

Here is a Gab post on Twitter (has a URL) being discussed:

Whoops – can’t see that comment – let’s try lower….

Here is discussion of a Twitter tweet about a Spectator article about Facebook banning people:

The thing is, I can also click on the Tweet itself IN DISSENTER and go straight to the ARTICLE itself. Indeed, I was the first person to comment at THAT URL:

Look more closely at the Dissenter window:

What I said is important.

Notice that I can go BACK to the Dissenter homepage and see this comment:

What you are seeing here is FREE SPEECH going TOTALLY META on the ASS of controlled speech.

5:5?

The whole thing feels revolutionary. To quote Flep – who fortuitously said this today……

NO ####### SHIT!!!

Welcome to the WALLS FALLING DOWN!!!

W

FREEDOM. It’s back in style.

PS – extra points for figuring out why the opening image seems weird. -Wolf

PPS – MOAR NEWS!

Gab has just updated its join policy – NO INVITATION NEEDED.

https://twitter.com/ReclaimNet/status/1100549516397330433
https://twitter.com/getongab/status/1100549316291248128
https://twitter.com/getongab/status/1069301909821906944
https://twitter.com/getongab/status/1100562856821575681
https://twitter.com/getongab/status/1069301984237244416

A preview video of Dissenter:

https://twitter.com/getongab/status/1099458708038287360

Dear MAGA: 20190226 Open Topic

This KAPTAIN KRISTOLMETH TUESDAY open thread is VERY OPEN – a place for everybody to post whatever they feel they would like to tell the White Hats, and the rest of the MAGA world.

You can say what you want, comment on what other people said, and so on.

Free Speech is practiced here. ENJOY IT. Use it or lose it.

Keep it civil. They tried to FORCE fake Orwellian civility on us. In response, we CHOOSE true civility to defend our precious FREEDOM from THEM.

Our rules began with the civility of the Old Treehouse, later to become the Wolverinian Empire, and one might say that we have RESTORED THE OLD REPUBLIC – the early high-interaction model of the Treehouse – except of course that Q discussion is not only allowed but encouraged, and speech is considerably freer in other ways. Please feel free to argue and disagree with the board owner, as nicely as possible.

Please also consider the Important Guidelines, outlined here in the January 1st open thread. Let’s not give the odious Internet Censors a reason to shut down this precious haven.

Remember – your greatest gift to President Trump is FIVE WORDS:

I AM PRAYING FOR YOU.

Also consider The Non-Amended Wheatie’s Rules:

  1. No food fights.
  2. No running with scissors.
  3. If you bring snacks, bring enough for everyone.

The rule against shooting at the nukes has ANOTHER evening off.


Today’s header image warns against the DANGERS of illegal drugs like NEOCONSERVATISM – a toxic member of the Trotskiform opiates. A grave danger to the wealthy and the comfortable, neoconservatism is quickly addictive, leaving its victims as MINDLESS ZOMBIES under the control of the greatest pusher of all, KAPTAIN KRISTOLMETH.

Or something like that. Just RUN if you see that black ship with an invisible HILLARY FIGUREHEAD leading the way. KAPTAIN KRISTOLMETH is surely onboard and looking to ENSLAVE YOU!

He will quickly fit you with your new family heirloom – a MAROON DIAPER. Only bad things can happen after that. RUN!!!

W

BOOM!

“A general dissolution of principles and manners will more surely overthrow the liberties of America than the whole force of the common enemy. While the people are virtuous they cannot be subdued; but when they lose their virtue they will be ready to surrender they will be ready to surrender their liberties to the first external or internal invader. If virtue and knowledge are diffused among the people, they will never be enslaved. This will be their great security.”  

Samuel Adams, in a letter to James Warren