Here we go. LIVE THREAD!!!!!!
Our President is a busy guy. He’s in Louisiana today, visiting Cameron Parish, LNG facility.
https://www.kplctv.com/2019/05/08/hackberry-residents-react-president-trump-visiting-cameron-lng/
From the article above: Residents are excited. Take a look at the comments.

HACKBERRY, LA (KPLC) – Hackberry residents are starting the countdown to President Donald Trump’s visit to Cameron Parish next week.

“I think it’s a good thing,” Charles Marz said. “I’m looking forward to it. I want him to bring me a cap. I want one of them red caps. Make America Great Again. Yes! MAGA 2020, just MAGA, I’ll take either one.”

“Everybody was like surprised like what?” Carlos Lopez said. “We’re waiting. Everybody is excited. Everybody.”

Lopez says he has worked at Cameron LNG for the last three years.

“Yeah I was a little shocked,” Jim Brown said. “I didn’t realize he would take the time to come down this far to Cameron Parish. Real excited about that. I’m really glad to see he takes the time to come this far south.”

Brown owns Brown’s Grocery in Hackberry, which recently celebrated 40 years of business.

“Very surprised and very happy to see him come,” Carl Giles said. “I’d like to be down here when he came.”

I will edit and add details as we learn more.
Here is the Fox News Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L1t_8of0Ngs
Or clink the link here: Link to live feed.

This is a story about finding the humor is little things, the interactions between strangers, and extending a hand of friendship. I have to tell you this story about how one “prop”, the Knight, has given us great joy over the years.
A woman named Trish had a floral shop in our small town back in the mid-90’s. She was an exceptionally gifted designer and shipped her merchandise all over the world. Trish was also a single mom, and lived next door to my mother-in-law. Trish and I became girlfriends and eventually, Trish was one of Gunner’s godmothers.
Well, Trish had a metal knock-off version of a knight in armor in her store. I wanted it, badly, and imagined all the things I could do with the knight. Yet, the price was too steep, $325, and my Presbyterian pragmatism could not justify the expense.
Disaster struck one day, and Trish’s store had a fire. The store was ACROSS the street from our fire department…… which gave the fire department boys an excuse to drag out all their BIG toys and REALLY put out the fire in grand fashion. Her inventory was a total loss. She called me, about 9:30am, crying, and asked me to come down and see if there was anything I could salvage for our B&B. It was a real life fire sale.
The girls and I left the B&B to find Trish, sobbing, sitting in the middle of the ashes. The place smelled so bad we could barely breathe. It was dark, and we followed her sobs to get to her. We needed an attack plan. I sent one girlfriend home for gloves, wheelbarrows, and to call my construction husband to bring in commercial lighting and big fans. We had to be able to work. We also brought Trish breakfast and a big commercial coffee pot for us all.
Husband arrived with enough lighting for a football field, and he stayed to help us haul. Many items were salvageable and inch-by-inch, Trish and I made deals on the spot. She sold me the “knight” I wanted for $25. We hauled items back to the B&B. Another girlfriend/staff to me, husband (Glen – who looked like the Marlboro man) showed up to pick her up and he helped us. A few more girlfriends and husbands appeared, and husband’s buddy, the architect, and his brother appeared. Someone left to get burgers for lunch, and by 4pm we made sufficient progress. Knocking off for the day, we all came back to the B&B for a cold beer and cheap wine. Husband picked up a stack of ribeyes. I had plenty of sides ready to go, and we were ready to fire up the grill for an impromptu “fire” party. Trish was feeling a bit better with all the camaraderie.
We were really drinking pretty heavily. Trish was sad, exhausted, and in grief. The rest of us smelled like firefighters and were covered in soot, but we didn’t care. We were all in the den, laughing and carrying on……… when the doorbell rang and shocked me back into reality………. we had guests at the door.
“SSSSHSHhhhhhh, hiccup, …….shhhhhh”, I said, “We have guests!” Instantly, everyone shrank like I was the overbearing librarian. “I’ll get the guests checked in and then we can grill.” They were fine and I disappeared to straighten myself and reappear like a well-put-together hostess…. not easy. Our guests were nurses on their way home from a vacation at a spa in French Lick, Indiana. They were supposed to go to the Virgin Islands, but because of a hurricane, their choice in tourist destinations was altered at the last minute.
The nurses gave me the impression they were not happy with their trip to Indiana. As they related their story, the sounds of muffled laughter, hard to ignore, emanated from the den. “What’s going on?”, said one of the nurses. I explained what happened, the fire, the day, and that our friends had reconnoitered at our house and were now drinking after a long day. I apologized for the interruption when one of the nurses said, “Oh yeah, whatchaya’ll…..llll drinking?”, and she took off for the den like a shot. Other nurses quickly followed, with me, dragging up the rear. The nurses became part of our party…….. and they hadn’t even checked in yet.
We descended into the Twilight Zone.
I’m not sure, specifically, what happened after that. The whole evening is kind of a blur. I do remember one of the nurses, in our bar, mixing perfectly separated B-52’s, cuz they were “pretty”. Understand, the nurses were incredibly wild. The architect and his brother were both tall and handsome men, Randy was a fireman, Glen looked like the Marlboro cowboy, and then, there was my husband. I remember the architect doing a kitchen demonstration on how to massage a woman’s feet….. mine….. when I said, “Don’t ever do that again.” I don’t remember when we went to bed or who stayed here.
It was a perfect storm.
Sunday morning, 1st husband had a “thing”. He always wants the yard to look good on Sunday mornings….. cuz everyone goes to church……. and some people stop in our yard to take pics in the garden with their children. Husband was the first one awake. He made coffee and sauntered out to the porch to take a look at the front yard…….. and next to our B&B marble entrance sign stood the Knight, wearing a white bra……
Oh, my….
I was still asleep. Husband rescued the Knight from the front yard and placed it at the end of our bed. I woke up to the Knight, wearing a bra…. and was mortified. Keep in mind, we are located smack-dab in the middle of the bible belt. Breakfast was a little rough that morning, but we all muddled through.
Husband was in the dining room when one of the nurses came down, wearing nothing but a flimsy robe, hanging out of it. Husband ran back to the kitchen and said, “I can’t go back out there, you have to do it…..”
The Knight was retired to our “Gentlemen’s Room” where I dusted him once a week. Over the years, we used the Knight for all kinds of things. At Christmas, we hung garland and lights around his neck, placed him on the staircase landing, and he became the “Knight Light”. For birthday parties, we put him out front, holding a large bunch of balloons, as in, “The party is here.” Brides took pictures with the “Knight in Shining Armor”. We also moved the Knight around to different parties, college dorms for Halloween, and the kids, as they grew up, used the Knight to guard their tree forts or bedrooms, as in, “Do not enter here”.
The decades passed and I’m now on Husband #2, kids are grown and gone. Yet, the Knight remains.
The Knight is about 5′ 6″ tall, and in periphery view, looks like a person. Several guests over the years mistook the Knight as an intruder in their room. Of course, we all laughed and giggled about the mistaken impression…… until we had one guy…… a horse guy….. a big burly guy….. who was completely spooked by the Knight.
Mr. Tim is a southern man, a man’s man, and shows horses. He was here with another buddy to do a show in town. At breakfast, his friend told the story of how Mr. Tim was so spooked by the knight, he reached for a pistol. In fact, he was so bothered by the Knight, he moved the Knight to an unoccupied room. Well, to see this big burly man, afraid of a Knight was funny to us…… and very, very, funny to his buddy. So, we sneaked into his room and put the Knight on top of his toilet. He came around the corner…….. and was scared to death. While Mr. Tim was here, the Knight served him breakfast, answered the door, we had all kinds of fun with the Knight and Mr. Tim.
Two years later, the same horse show comes around again. This time, we have a swanky, snobby, uppercrust, woman staying with us, from a ritzy and proper “Hunt Club”, who is showing her horse. Someone from her Hunt Club had stayed with us before, gave us a glowing review, and casually mentioned……. “The place is run by a fabulous gay couple – you’ll love them.”
So…… I was making breakfast in the kitchen, and asked my husband, the lawyer, the altar boy, the Boston born, never-do-anything-illegal, straight-laced Catholic, to take the plates out to serve our swanky guest. He was sitting at the table, doing his best to be prim, polite, and proper, when the swanky guest commented on her apple pancake, “This is delicious, did your husband make these?”……. He lost it, aghast, he said, “Husband? What do you mean, husband?” Guest replied, “Well, I assumed you were gay……” Husband, “What? What you mean I’m gay?!?”
Eventually, I rounded the corner with extra fruit, the mistake was realized and we all got a good laugh. Pretense = gone. We talked horses for an hour. My mom’s family raced and bred quarter-horses, and I was on a horse before I could walk. She commented on the horse photos in her room…… as well as the Knight. We fit together beautifully and cackled like old friends. By accident, the swanky woman took off with her B&B keys. Rather than make another copy, husband decided to catch her at the horse show before she left to retrieve the key……… when perchance, husband ran into Mr. Tim, the guy who was afraid of the Knight.
The swanky woman and Mr. Tim were old friends. Mr. Tim told swanky woman the story of the Knight….. which was in her same room, and how he was spooked by the Knight. Husband gave Mr. Tim grief about not staying with us this time, but Mr. Tim has moved up in the world and is now sponsored by Nutrena……. and Nutrena bought Mr. Tim a super lux $200K trailer for horses and living quarters to display at various horse shows. Mr. Tim gave husband a tour of his new “digs”. Quite impressive. Mr. Tim is now the rock star of the horse show circuit.
Husband came home, grinning from ear to ear, ran upstairs. I was making a bed and rounded the corner. “What are you doing?”, I asked. Husband, “I got an idea. It’s perfect.” Husband retrieved the Knight, put in the car and headed back to the horse show. He pasted a sign on the front of the Knight which read, “I missed you. Please take me home.”, and put it in the horse trailer section of Mr. Tim’s trailer.
At the end of a successful show, Mr. Tim went to load his trailer and opened the door….. to the Knight. Great prank. Of course, Mr. Tim stopped by to return, Arthur, the Knight back to our house. Lots of photos. The Knight even wore a cowboy hat for a while. Mr. Tim sent a pic to his wife and she replied, “Don’t bring that damn thing home!”
Best $25 I ever spent!

 
 
 
 

Happy Mother’s Day, Doc Lynn and Miss Lily…..
It’s spring again and her small yard is a mass of blooms. When husband takes Bucket for a walk, he bring me back flowers from her yard. Doc Lynn was an extraordinary American woman. If ever I could have “picked” another mother, it would have been her, and it’s time to tell you about the person she was…… along with Miss Lily, cuz they were a pair.
Doc Lynn was a 5th generation physician, tall and slender. Her face was rugged. You could look at her and imagine her in a wagon train, one of those who settled the west. And determined….. by God, that was one determined woman. She never married, but never she never lacked for children as she delivered half the town. She went fishing on Wednesdays with a sweet bass boat and mowed her own lawn well into her upper 80’s.
Most of all, by force, she adopted me, but never said so. It just sort of happened, over time. Perhaps, she thought I could use a gentle hand and a strong influence. I had no choice in the matter. If ever there were two people of similar temperament, it was the two of us. Independent, strong, prickly. Yep, those are the ones who need love the most. Sometimes, we didn’t have to say a word…… a glance did the trick.
Doc Lynn lived catty corner to the B&B. When I moved home, I was under the FALSE impression I was a decent woman, willing to work hard, fairly smart, good schools, honorable family, treated my fellow man with kind regard, and had a few accomplishments under my belt. I was wrong. There was a whole parallel world of information to which I had not been exposed. I was clueless, awkward, inept, and out of my element. Doc Lynn was a pro, an expert, experienced in every subject where I was lacking.
Our home was abandoned for 23yrs when we bought it and the renovation took 6 months. Those were long and hard 16 hour days, when I would tumble into bed. About once a month, Doc Lynn would show up at my house, barging in, giving tours to her relatives or a town forefather. She never knocked and most of the time, she ignored my presence. I wasn’t sure if I should be offended. In the city, we at least knocked or rang a doorbell. She didn’t care.
For the first couple of years, late afternoons and on weekends, I was constantly interrupted by poor, mostly minority, townspeople, in worn down cars, who thought our house was her’s. I would stop what I was doing, point across the street, to redirect them. You see, in her later years, she saw patients at her back door, kids examined on top of her washing machine or dryer, for $2 a visit……… You read that right, $2 a visit……… In the 60’s, she was the most highly published diagnostician in the New England Journal of Medicine. In the 70’s, so the legend goes, she was the most highly published in the same journal for pediatrics. I had no idea at the time.
When I got pregnant, the world shifted a little on its axis. Of course, I searched for the best OB-GYN, read all their malpractice briefs, and perused their medical school ranking. I found THE BEST. Gunner’s doc was Chief of Pediatrics at a Children’s Hospital and also had a nationally syndicated show on PBS. She was THE BEST. I thought that was what I was supposed to do. Typical, northeast mindset. I was blinded by what I thought were norms. Conditioned by the media and society.
One night, I was up with Gunner all night, and called their 24 hour nurse hotline. They could not see me until 7:00am. I left the house at 6:00am, no sleep, to go downtown, Gunner crying and wailing the whole way. Maximum level stress. Finally, our premier pediatrician squirted a little Mylanta into his mouth. He burped, farted, and he was fine, with a $175 bill. I was furious. Never mind my own ignorance, why let my child suffer needlessly? Why didn’t they tell me that over the phone? All I got was their excuses. I stormed out of the office and vowed to never return.
A few days later, a scratched my eye with a floral wire, 3 hours before a formal dinner for our best customer, and their best client. The staff could never manage without me but I didn’t have time for an emergency room visit. I found myself at Doc Lynn’s back door, waiting in the driveway with other patients, sufficiently humbled. I really just wanted to know if I scratched the cornea and needed an emergency room. My turn arrived and I entered her utility room. I thought it was our first real encounter, but I was wrong again.
“Well…….,”, she gloated, “it’s been a long time since I’ve seen you……” She flipped open a crusty old file on her washing machine, and wrote down the date. My name was on the top of the file. I reached for the file, but she pinned me with her hip. She had me in a cathold. “Quit squirming and let me see your eye.”, she said, “Hold it open with your fingers, I can’t do all the work.” My eye was on fire but I responded instantly to her commands. “You’re going to be fine. No damage, just a close call.”, she said, and was already moving for bandages. Once I was freed, with my good eye, I checked the file.
Doc Lynn was my pediatrician. I read notes about my mom, dad, grandparents, and a checkerboard cake. My mind was racing, remembering all the checkerboard cakes mom made when I was a kid. Another note about a spill I took, learning to ride a bike, “She’ll have a small scar.” I looked at my arm, sure enough, small scar right where the drawing said it would be. It was a time warp. She sensed my confusion. It was a perfect gotcha moment and I was in the crosshairs. “That’ll be $2.00, please.”, she said. I tried to pay her $20. “Nope, $2 a visit.”, she was defiant. I argued, “Well then, let me pay for the next 10 people standing in your driveway.” She softened and compromised. It was the beginning of our friendship.
A few days later, we had a hellacious storm and a power outage. Doc Lynn was all alone. I called to see if she was okay. “I’m not dead yet, you don’t need to check on me.”, came her retort. Bristly……. by God she was bristly.
I took classes from a local extension office and became a Master Gardener. Another revelation to me – saved me tens of thousands of dollars. Doc Lynn showed up with a seedling tree, “Plant this in that corner, over there.”, she pointed. “Yes mam”, I replied.
Mother-in-law started to date the widowed former Mayor. He and Doc Lynn were old friends. Thus, Doc Lynn became a regular at our table for Easter, Thanksgiving, etc. She warmed up to me. I sure was trying….. wanted her respect but it was tough slog.
One night, Gunner was up, all night, and fussy. I was walking the floor. About 3:30am, the phone rang and both husband and I jumped. When the phone rings at that time of the morning, someone is dead. It was Doc Lynn. “You’re lights are on”, she said, “Is my baby okay?” Gunner was her baby, noted. I started crying……… and I never cry. She hung up on me and was at the side porch door in less than 3 minutes. “Give me that baby.” she said. Doc Lynn worked her magic and walked with Gunner in the cool night air, from the side porch and back into our den, pacing. I walked with her. She stopped and looked at me sternly, and warned me about my first husband. She didn’t think he treated me well. Her’s was the first warning I received. She was right.
I was making a bed in a guest room when I heard footsteps upstairs, in the attic. I thought, do we have gigantic racoons? No. Four ladies emerged from the attic stair door, giggling. Doc Lynn was giving someone a tour of my attic. Gee, never thought my attic would be a tourist destination. “Oh, there you are”, she said, “I had some cousins in town and thought they would like to see…….”……. my attic?
When I divorced first husband and started dating second husband, his four daughters came to visit. Third daughter forgot her medication for ADHD and went to see Doc Lynn for what we thought would be a quick prescription. Oh, no. Doc Lynn spent 30 minutes with Lizzie and pronounced….. she had no problem. “That girl is fine, give her something to do.”, she said. Lizzie was a completely different child after that visit. I could see the pain in my boyfriends face. The daughter’s problems caused great division in his family, probably the primary cause of his divorce, and she had no problem. She never took another pill for ADHD and as his ex-wife explained, “Lizzie grew out of it”, miraculously, during her 10 days in the south.
Second husband was anxious to win the approval of Doc Lynn and always tried to impress her. She was apprehensive. No one was good enough for me. She decided to take Gunner and husband’s youngest daughter, both about 6yrs old, fishing. She wanted to talk to the kids in order to decide if he was okay. Smart woman. Doc Lynn told him, “He was the only Yankee she ever liked.”
Several years passed as I went through a long and difficult divorce. One day, Doc Lynn sent me her primary maid and gardener, Miss Lily. Again, I had no option. Unbeknownst to me, Miss Lily was a spy for Doc Lynn, just to see if I was okay, several times a week.
Miss Lily and I ended up as great friends. She became my primary exec housekeeper but I trusted her with my life and our relationship was deep. Miss Lily had a checkered past. She was a stripper, cocaine addict, and in prison for murdering her first husband…….. with a spoon. She found God and God could not have asked for a better person than Lily. She was a treasure. In fact, Miss Lily had a profound influence on Gunner and the girls.
The one thing I never tolerated was disrespect to our staff, no matter who they were or what the situation. Miss Lily had free reign to treat Gunner just as she would treat her own children. I don’t know if she ever spanked Gunner, but if she would have, she would have had a good reason to do so. Gunner knew better. When the girls came to visit and treated Miss Lily as a maid, Gunner’s little eyes went wide, “You’re going to get in trouble……”, he warned. Sure enough, they had their rooms cleaned up, beds made, in nothing flat. They were all cleaned and scrubbed, clothes freshly ironed, and ready for dinner. They were ready for a photographer. I thought……. what’s that worth…….. to a mom….. with 5 active kids? Oh…., Miss Lily was priceless.
One day, Lily and Doc Lynn showed up to grab the boys. Gunner had a bunch of friends spending the night, video game marathon….. Miss Lily and Doc Lynn had shovels in their hands and needed help. Never any argument. Off went the boys with them. The cleaned up an old cemetary where some of Doc Lynn’s ancestors died of yellow fever.
As the kids reached high school, one by one, they were involved in various pursuits. Our church would come out for support…. but Miss Lily’s church members came out as well. Pictures, picnics, and BBQ’s all around.
When Doc Lynn’s house went up for sale, Miss Lily came back to clean up the yard and get the house ready. Lily was there for several weeks. Our dogs, Football and Bucket would not stay in our yard when Lily was at Doc Lynn’s. They wanted to go and see Lily.
All the kids are grown and gone, with a few still left in college, two of them are married and we are waiting on our first grandchild. Several of them wrote their college essays about Miss Lily or Doc Lynn. Miss Lily retired and Doc Lynn died, age 94, a couple of years ago. Time marches on.
Yet, as I sit here, on this cool spring morning, looking across the street at Doc Lynn’s yard, awash in blooms, I cannot help but think of her as Mother’s Day approaches. Yeah, she would have been the mom I would have chosen. And Lily, well, Lily was amazing every single day. No dictionary has enough adjectives to describe either woman.
With a send cup of coffee, I glanced over to Bucket, our dog. Her mother, Football, died last year. As I’m watching Bucket, I realized she is perched on the top step of the side porch, surveying her domain, the yard, the school and Doc Lynn’s house. Bucket still barks when she sees an intruder at Doc Lynn’s. A dog always knows. Old loyalties never die.
While mothers and grandmothers have incredible influence in our lives, other women appear……… and change our lives, for the better. Surely, everyone here has a similar story about a woman. Who were these women to you? It’s time to talk about them. Tell YOUR stories……….
I’m already accumulating my list for Father’s Day.
Time to bake a cake. Happy Mother’s Day to all!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

This FUNTASTIC FRIDAY WRAP UP 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 SOMEWHAT civil. They tried to FORCE fake Orwellian civility on us. In response, we CHOOSE true civility to defend our precious 1ST AMENDMENT 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.

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WE ARE PRAYING FOR HIM!!

Our movement

Is about replacing

A failed

And CORRUPT

Political establishment

With a new government controlled

By you, the American People.

Candidate Donald J. Trump

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CAUTION: This week’s Wrap Up contains some adult language.

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Hey….regardless of whether you have a job or not, you can get high all kinds of different ways other than smoking pot or doing drugs. Amen?? I digress…

Hello again all you wonderful , deplorable Wolf den-izens! Welcome to another Friday edition of the weekly wrap-up. We’ve got a LOT in store for your review, rememberance, and bookmarking from the week that was, so let’s jump right in.

This is…..

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Kicking us off this week is a truth reveal so good, so tasty, so “that is just AhhhhhMAZINGLY COOL AND RIGHT AND RIGHTEOUS” that Deadpool inhaling/exhaling gun smoke comes to mind….

I didn’t know what is in this next video. No one in this Tree knew this. If they did, they never said it. If I only showed this and this alone it would make for an incredible Open Thread!

Listen to this hero talk about HIS BEST FRIEND IN LIFE…this tweet is EVERYTHING…

https://twitter.com/WellHellsBells_/status/1125642485781487616

Oh my!

But wait…LISTEN to them speak in this next video…

This is who WE are….who YOU are….WATCH…..

https://twitter.com/Cordicon/status/1124824035379023872

“YOU ARE DEMONSTRATING A LEVEL OF INTELLECTUAL COURAGE THAT OUR COUNTRY DESPERATELY NEEDS.”

Gen. Mike Flynn

Fellow patriots, it now becomes clear that we know who is behind Q….who is behind the devastating military precision of POTUS’s war against the global DS….who is behind the genius of POTUS’s informational warfare against their paid-for mouthpieces in the corporate MSM…

…lifelong, childhood besties….Adm. Mike Rogers AND Gen. Mike Flynn!!

And check out this follow up tweet, referencing a Joe Flynn tweet…

https://twitter.com/WellHellsBells_/status/1125643651529478144

This is just so…

For the past several years, the Wolf and I, among others, have been in agreement that…given all we have witnessed and learned since DJT became POTUS…what was happening could not be coincidence or mere happenstance. It HAD to be planned. In fact, planned for so long, so carefully, so well, that there is every reason to believe that someone…or someones…went to PDJT and RECRUITED him to run for POTUS…convincing him they had an indefeatable plan to take down the global Deep State and return America to WE, THE PEOPLE.

What they needed was another genius…and a true patriot…who had a household name…to be the FACE of their plan and adroitly wield the power of the WH.

At the same time, Jim Jordan has spent a lot of time in the past week talking about Chuck Schumer‘s interview on TV, where he said…

Well, that might be true…UNLESS you had the Director of the NSA…Mike Rogers…and his best friend…Mike Flynn, former Director of the Defense Intelligence Agency….covering your butt and helping you anticipate and counter those “6 ways to Sunday” the intelligence community has at getting back at you. Rogers and Flynn had the playbook!

There are two other things to point out from that 1st video.

1. Rogers talks about Flynn being the guy who “pushed” Rogers to believe in himself throughout his career, and
2. Rogers talks about how Flynn is never about himself but “ALL about the people he partners with and that he serves with”

Folks, if you think Mike Rogers is a great hero, ask yourself….now….what you think HE would say about Mike Flynn and who the REAL hero and wizard behind the great Trump revolution is! But back to the main point…

Here is Mike Flynn and Mike Rogers…childhood besties…who each went on to rise to the very peak as Intel agency heads in separate branches of our military. How many conversations did they have over 40 YEARS…40 YEARS….about what they could do to right the wrongs, how they might go about it…if they could rise high enough…learn enough…knew where all the bodies were buried and who put them there….were in a position to recruit the right people…pull the right strings…put all the right pieces into place….and knew through decades of experience how best to use our enemies weaknesses against them??

The lifelong personal, close relationship between Rogers and Flynn brings it all together. And it really adds some UMPF! to this instant classic…

Seriously….I don’t know whether to laugh hysterically, cry in joy, or crap in my pants….much less the order I should do it in!

NO WONDER POTUS HAS BEEN UNFLAPPABLY CONFIDENT AND TELLING US WE WILL GET TIRED OF WINNING SO BIGLY!!

Thank you, Lord, for the two Mikes…Rogers and Flynn. Childhood besties, men of singular focus and determination, true loyalty and preternatural vision, incredible ability and achievement, fierce patriotism and goodness!

Whew.

And now…. a brief pause so you can go clean up and collect yourself….or maybe it’s just for me….

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Next up…in the wake of the synagogue shooting last week….a brief word of timeless wisdom from Chuck…

….no, not Norris….the badass (and former NRA president) who preceded him…

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Speaking of bad people….remember this hilarious tweet from last week….?

https://twitter.com/occulturalism/status/1124063805103800320

Well…

….as usual Mel Brooks was WAYY ahead of them in exposing what the clowns are up to….

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Yt3GBlVjUd0

Heh heh.

As Mel points out above, here is what is really happening….

https://twitter.com/silentrunning12/status/1125507696587939840

Amidst the dim’s panic, our new AG is demonstrating he is a master of understatement and is altogether unimpressed with the leftist drama queens…

It’s all gotten so bad that doctors are now prescribing this treatment for leftist sheeple everywhere…

But wait….it gets better.

House Judiciary Chair Jerry Fatman Nadler was contemplating trying to hold AG Barr in Contempt of Congress because the AG refuses to break the law and give democrats the full and unredacted Mueller Report to include protected Grand Jury evidence!

Well, the DOJ had a nice response to him…..

https://www.reddit.com/r/The_Donald/comments/bm0cpm/doj_sent_a_letter_to_rep_jerrold_nadler_saying_it/

This, friends, is the legal equivalent of…

Note to our readers:

Apparently Fatman Nadler WILL try to hold the AG in contempt later this week, but we will be out doing our Airbus driving thing chauffeuring people around the globe. Of course, we’ll follow events closely and report on what takes place in next week’s Wrap Up.

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Moving right along, please take a moment to watch and (re?)enjoy this short clip…

This week’s Wily E. Coyote Super Genius award goes to the DSCC, who put out this twitter poll on Saturday…and immediately regretted it…(read carefully)….

pic.twitter.com/lzUmTJjmGO

— Kadiri D (@kadiridav) May 5, 2019

Guess what? Rita was right. Less than 8 hours later….just like that…

….it was gone! Disappeared faster than Keyser Soze…or Vince Foster in a Clinton White House.

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Hey, remember how some dims have been calling for reparations?

We saw this and immediately seconded this idea…after all, what is good for the goose is yadda yadda. I propose this as the go-to response to any idiot on the left who wants to talk about “reparations”…

After the best week ever for @realDonaldTrump – no obstruction, no collusion, NYT admits @BarackObama did spy on his campaign, & the economy is soaring. I now support reparations-Trump should have 2 yrs added to his 1st term as pay back for time stolen by this corrupt failed coup

— Jerry Falwell (@JerryFalwellJr) May 5, 2019

Now wait just a second.

Are you reading these things carefully? Did you ALSO note that the NY Slimes ADMITTED that the Obama administration SPIED on the Trump campaign (AND that the economy is soaring, as we noted last week)?

Here is their laughable headline as they attempt to head off justice and AG Barr, US Atty Huber, and OIG Howorwitz at the proverbial pass…

The Truth About ‘Spying’ on the Trump Campaign

“The counterintelligence methods used by the F.B.I. are common — and were a legitimate response to reports of Russian interference.”

Seriously?

According to the lying leftist shills at the NY Slimes it is “COMMON and LEGITIMATE practice” to have the FBI plant spies inside the campaign of a democrat presidential candidate’s republican opponent!

^^^^Reread that!^^^^

Common and legitimate?? They ACTUALLY published that!

But hey…we suppose we should all take this as a sign of progress…after all, things have gotten so bad for the dims that in their pathetic desperation they are now having to tell SOME of the truth IF ONLY to propagate new lies (ie. it’s common practice and it was a legit thing to do). Not that it will help them any (see: Gen. Flynn & Sessions meme above).

Ari Fletcher asks a question that scares the bejeebus out of the left that is raised by this ridiculous article, and America’s Mayor responded…

This creates much more of a factual basis for an investigation than the information from Papadopoulos used for Crossfire Hurricane. Did they inform President Obama? Did he approve? https://t.co/bSkTI3dW3E

— Rudy W. Giuliani (@RudyGiuliani) May 5, 2019

Of course, we already know the answer to that, thanks to Peter Strzok and Lisa Page….

Folks, you can’t make this Schiff up. Not even Hollyweird could do it.

No wonder they are scared, and now that Mueller’s SC has been neutered, they are going after AG Barr! They’ve got to protect their phony-baloney jobs!!

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Meanwhile, some GREAT news from the Trump administration…it is contemplating striking at the root of much cause of ILLEGAL immigration into the US…

https://twitter.com/ForPotus45/status/1125888707054190592

Americans have a message for ILLEGAL parasites….

https://www.reddit.com/r/The_Donald/comments/blzgaa/fight_your_own_battles/?ref=share&ref_source=embed&utm_content=title&utm_medium=post_embed&utm_name=3012cc4ad5f0420e83ce60e34ee7e4ce&utm_source=embedly&utm_term=blzgaa

Is that awesome or what? We can only agree with Gil, who said….and I quote…

Speaking of, how about this surprise good news?!

https://twitter.com/k_ovfefe/status/1125945415311024128

Folks, in football this is the equivalent of making a great half-time adjustment, then scoring an easy touchdown immediately followed by a defensive pick six! In other words…

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We’d be remiss not to mention leading dim hopeful Gropey Joe McCreeperton, who just might get a new nickname thanks to the hilarious Gov. Huckabee…

Just on phone w/ Margaret Thatcher who said she didn't talk to Bidensniffer, but I then talked to Eleanor Roosevelt who said Bidensniffer had called, but she couldn't take the call because she was on a call w/ Hillary at the time. #Iseedeadpeople

— Ambassador Mike Huckabee (@GovMikeHuckabee) May 7, 2019

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Hey…remember last week’s blowout economic releases, touting an unexpected 3.2% GDP, big job gains, and low inflation…the trifecta of great economic news??

I KNOW you remember this…

Well, now Ozero is…once again…attempting to claim “you didn’t build that”….HE DID….and his sycophantic media worshippers are doing likewise…

QUOTE:

Economic Boom: Media Rewrite History To Credit Obama Instead Of Trump

“Now that the economy is outperforming everyone’s expectations, Trump’s critics want to pretend that the current boom was already baked in the cake. A recent New York Times story says it all: “An Economic Upturn Begun Under Obama Is Now Trump’s To Tout.”

Apparently, WP doesn’t like this link but here it is…….. www.investors.com/politics/editorials/economic-boom-trump-obama-policies/

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You know, it’s been a minute since we heard anything about Canadian PM Justin “Wandering Eyebrow” Twinklesocks, and we saw this in the daily threads…an instant classic if there ever was one…

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Last Sunday, we tuned in hoping to watch one of our favorite Trump cabinet members, Sec. of State Pompeo, take the always-smarmy and insufferable Chrissy “Lil’ bitch” Wallace to the rhetorical woodshed. Pompeo didn’t disappoint….

https://twitter.com/filthy_liberals/status/1125103996560117761

Was that satisfying or what?

It was so entertaining it reminded us of this classic Dave Chappell/Charlie Murphy skit….

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Well girls and boys, that just about wraps up the week that was. Wait…no, that’s actually not true! Seriously, so much is happening we’d be remiss not to point you to Fleporblog’s daily news wraps. But this is all the time we have for this week.

But before we go…and as we like to do…we will leave you with another classic tune to take you rocking and rolling into the weekend.

Last week we dedicated a Led Zeppelin song to our amazing, incredible, fun, and kickass President…(and theirs too! )…Donald J. Trump and his administration. Well, don’t ya know the precious little snowflake’s would whine like the crybabies they are if we didn’t dedicate one to them as well. So, without further ado, we dedicate this week’s tune to the easily offended children of the corn…and, in particular…

…to the corrupt, evil, vile members of the Obama administration who weaponized our gov’t against their political opposition…the “small cabal” of disgusting gov’t officials who willingly went along with it….like those scumbags JimComey, John Brennan, Clapper, Rice, Jarrett, Lynch, Holder, and all their democrat enablers inside the communist demorat party…and the Clintons, plus all the Clintonistas….who tried to overturn the will of the American people and pretend that our gov’t belonged to them. This song is ESPECIALLY FOR them.

This week’s song comes from the band’s self-titled debut album…the front cover of which, like the song itself, is perfect for today’s demorat party.

From SongFacts:

“Jimmy Page and John Paul Jones wrote this song, which is about an unfaithful girl who will pay the price for her deceitful ways. Page played a Fender 10-string steel guitar on this, and Jones played a church-style organ, using a pedal to generate the bass. Page told Guitar Player magazine: “I had never played steel before, but I just picked it up. It sounds like a slide or something. It’s more out of tune on the first album because I hadn’t got a kit to put it together.”

The band performed this on their Scandinavian tour in 1968, prior to releasing their debut album, but then for some reason never played it live again. Which seems a pity to me, as it has always been one of my personal favs in part because we love John Paul Jones’ church-style organ starting this one off and we would’ve liked to have offered you a live version as we did last week.

We also GREATLY appreciate the celebratory tone of this song, delivered with such certainty, and the context in which today’s dedication is made!

Finally, IMHO the mighty Zeppelin…as good as its individual members were…would NOT have been the band it was without the genius of Jones. And no, we don’t care what anyone else says about that…if only because in all fairness it’s an inarguable point that could be made about any one of those guys. So there!

That all said…and as always… we now invite you to kick back, relax, and enjoy today’s flight. Please take care, God bless, have a MAGAtastic weekend, and see you again next week!

The “FASTEN YOUR SEATBELT SIGN” is now ON.

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https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=LeweFJpz2ac