“We do not believe any group of men adequate enough or wise enough to operate without scrutiny or without criticism. We know that the only way to avoid error is to detect it, that the only way to detect it is to be free to inquire. We know that in secrecy error undetected will flourish and subvert.” –J. Robert Oppenheimer
This Night before Daughn Thursday 20191226 Open Thread is Open – 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 / KAG! / KMAG world (KMAG being a bit of both MAGA and KAG! 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.
However, we have a new policy. Starting 20191110. Keep it SOMEWHAT civil. We have a new board – actually a new SITE – called The U Tree – where people can take each other to the woodshed without fear of censorship or moderation. NOT HERE. This board will remain a REFUGE for those who need civility, either some or all of the time.
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.
SPEAK THE FIVE WORDS BOLDLY TO OUR PRESIDENT! “I AM PRAYING FOR YOU!“
Also remember Wheatie’s Rules: •1.No food fights. •2.No running with scissors. •3.If you bring snacks, bring enough for everyone .
Hoping you all had a Merry Christmas and as President Donald J. Trump said Wishing You a VERY HAPPY HAPPY NEW YEAR!
The Nativity of the Lord December 25, 2019 “The Way Through Hardship and Struggle”
Is 9:1-6 Tit 2:11-14 Lk 2:1-14
My Brothers and Sisters in the Lord –
No matter what we do or how we plan, life always seems to be a struggle. Even if things seem easy for the moment – often, that moment is very short-lived.
There are many different areas in which we can struggle. We can have difficulty physically, emotionally, interpersonally, financially, and spiritually – because human beings are complex creatures. And because life, itself, is also complex, what others do around us or in the world always has an impact upon us! Consequently, it is easy to get angry, discouraged, and depressed – because the struggle is on-going.
Unfortunately, it is a very human tendency to make our problem someone else’s problem or responsibility. Hence, we often try to blame others for our difficulty. Moreover, it’s all too easy to resort to selfish measures to make things better for ourselves!
However, God did not make us this way. God created us for joy, bliss, and love. The world and human life become such a struggle because, originally, we wanted to be supreme ourselves. We wanted things our own selfish way and the result was a broken world!
No one escapes the hardships and the struggles of life. But the solution is not violence toward others or nihilism in ourselves. The solution is always to look to God – and to the one God sent.
Jesus came to teach us how we must live amid all that life throws at us. Moreover, those close to Jesus, or to God Himself, witness for us how we must become in our own soul and spirit.
Mary and Joseph certainly had it rough – a grueling journey of 90 miles on foot, from Nazareth to Bethlehem – no available accommodations – or even a suitable place to give birth. Temporarily homeless, they found a stable for the night, and Mary had to use a feeding trough with straw as a crib for her newborn son. Nevertheless, they made the best of things and rejoiced in the birth of their son and in each other’s mutual love.
The shepherds were, basically, homeless people who had a worse than minimum wage kind of job. Dirty, unkempt, unwashed, bedraggled, ostracized, and unwanted everywhere – they were the ones to whom the angel came and who heard the heavenly choir. Having nothing, they were given the priceless gift of meeting the Savior who would prepare a place for them beyond the hardships and struggles of this world.
In all likelihood, life did not change for the shepherds after their divine encounter. But they were changed. They were empowered to survive their hard life with a new grace, a new purpose, and a new hope!
Brothers and Sisters, God did not send His Son into the world to change the status quo of its brokenness or to eliminate our struggle for existence. God sent His Son to show us how to bear with the hardships of life. Jesus came to enable us to change the kind of person we are. The peace of which Isaiah speaks and the elimination of violence will be in the world to come. Yet it can exist in our hearts and spirits, even now – today and every day – Because Jesus truly is the Wonder-Counselor, the God-Hero, the Father-Forever, and the Prince of Peace!
However, as St. Paul urges, we must reject all that is godless in our lives and hearts – all that is worldly and unworthy of us. We must try to live as true disciples of Jesus – Jesus who is everything and who gives us more than we can ever imagine! Since, as someone once said: “Life is a struggle toward greater being”, we must truly become people who are eager to do all that is good for others and for the world. This is incumbent upon us, even though so many others and the world are resistant and even hostile to God and to the gift that God sent in Jesus.
So, let us pray on this wonderful day that we can allow the grace and the mystery of Christmas to touch us and change us – May we see and hear and understand what we did not before – May we have a newfound hope – And may we face the hardships and struggles of life as did Jesus and countless others who have gone before us!
Don’t laugh too hard. One of my brothers was watching late night TV, and these snuggle suits were advertised, and long story short, I have an Energizer Bunny suit somewhere in this house.
And for those of us dealing with unseasonably warm temperatures, this dream really does not have to come true.
Okay, so here’s the deal. This is the open thread. This is where we all come to get the news that other Q tree inhabitants think is worth knowing and sharing. Please, post links to any “news” stories quoted, and ask for help if you are stumped as to how to do that. We’re a friendly lot. Someone will be with you shortly, and there is no reason to have to press one for English.
Free speech, and the open exchange and hashing out of ideas is not only allowed, but encouraged. If we all don’t use it, we’re going to lose it. There are, however, limits to civility, and those limits are strictly observed here. We are all on the same team. No personal threats, baiting, name calling and other behavior your mother and grandmother told you not to do while calling you by your full name is allowed.
There is absolutely no reason for infighting to result in burning down the tree, house up in the branches and all. Yes, it can be rough to temper speech. However, those who would like to slog it out from the comfort of the seat behind your keyboard, Wolf has provided a venue known as the UTree. Please, take it there.
And now for some house keeping:
There are a few rules here in the branches of the Q Tree. Our host, Wolfm00n, outlined them in a post on New Years Day. Please, review these rules from time to time, maybe while waiting in line with the kids to see Santa. After all, the line does go all the way to Terre Haute.
Fellow tree dweller Wheatie gave us some good reminders on the basics of civility in political discourse:
No food fights.
No running with scissors.
If you bring snacks, bring enough for everyone.
Steve suggests – to be accurate – no shooting at the nuclear weapons, but to be safe about it, don’t event point firearms toward them. I, Deplorable Patriot, bossy chick that I am, request no teasing the animals, pets and wildlife alike. FG&C asks that you wash your hands and take some vitamin C. Daughn suggests you whip the sugar with the shortning (butter) before adding the flour.
Teasing and trolling the lefties and their bastions, on the other hand is a moral imperative. Folks, this is what we escaped.
This DELIGHTFUL DECEMBER [1224] CHRISTMAS EVE & EVE’S EVE 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 / KAG! / KMAG world (KMAG being a bit of both MAGA and KAG!).
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.
However, we have a new policy. Starting 20191110. Keep it SOMEWHAT civil.
We have a new board – actually a new SITE – called The U Tree – where people can take each other to the woodshed without fear of censorship or moderation. NOT HERE.
This board will remain a REFUGE for those who need civility, either some or all of the time.
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.
SPEAK THE FIVE WORDS BOLDLY TO OUR PRESIDENT!
“I AM PRAYING FOR YOU!“
AND WHAT TIME IS IT?
TIME TO….
DRAIN THE SWAMP
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
Also remember Wheatie’s Rules:
No food fights.
No running with scissors.
If you bring snacks, bring enough for everyone.
Let’s begin this CHRISTMAS EVE’S EVE (and some of CHRISTMAS EVE) thread with a great song just posted by Gail Combs!
This morning and afternoon – TODAY – is when you need to finish all those preparations – unless you’re going out for Chinese!
But even then, you may still need a few LAST MINUTE PRESENTS, and other things.
And what about Christmas Eve services? Anybody going? I’m actually very surprised by how MANY families I know, don’t go to church ANY other time of the year, but they ALWAYS go on Christmas Eve!
It’s good to know that people are staying connected to God with other people – even if it’s just once a year. There is a hidden BASE out there – just waiting!
Then there is CAROLING on Christmas Eve! Which may be INDOORS…..
OUTDOORS…..
On a truck in Miami in the distant past….
In a park in New York City….
Or in the same church as the one for Christmas Eve services….
And then there is the REALLY BIG QUESTION…..
Did you open DOOR 24 on your ADVENT CALENDAR???
JUST KIDDING!!!
No – the real question is this. Are you “wait and open presents on Christmas”, or are you “go ahead and open presents on Christmas Eve” in your family?
I think I may be able to convince the “WAITERS” that the “CHEATERS” ain’t such bad people with this charming video!
Because we can ALWAYS keep in mind this PSA from SANTA HIMSELF….
And trust me – I have that on Good Authority from Santa’s Air Safety Commander in Chief!
So ANYWAY, let me give you just a hint of what it’s all REALLY ABOUT…..
Coming….
SOON!
W
PS….
Gotta have some SHOUT OUTS at the end, too. They are WHY WE ARE HERE.
A Merry Christmas to Q….
A Merry Christmas to Q+ and “Q++”, the latter seen here preparing GIANT Q ORNAMENTS!
And last but not least – not by a long shot – Merry Christmas to those who are away from their friends and family, serving this nation and their countrymen – wherever they may be.
Along with the preparation of Thanksgiving nibbles, last minute business, unexpected visitors, I read today where Dep had major power outage. In the background, we see “bomb cyclones”, two of them, working their way across the states. Hope you guys are okay, safe and sound, with family.
But it reminded me of all the travel escapades around the holidays. Years later, we look back and laugh, although at the time, we were in what seemed like dire circumstances. Eventually, we muddled through, and arrived at our destinations…. with a great story to share.
The very first travel nightmare I recall was picking up Dad at O’Hare Airport. Mom was “world’s worst driver”. O’Hare was under construction, as it always is. The snow was stacked and brown-gray making everything monotone, except Mom’s turquoise blue Comet.
I remember counting, waving to my Dad 8 times, as we rounded the circle again, and again, because Mom was too skittish to change lanes in the snow. It was my first hint of problems traveling in winter weather.
The long car rides and airport delays were another issue entirely, as we became adults. Rushing to visit with extended family, presents and/or food in the car, adds tension. These are the best stories. Please feel free to add stories of YOUR family adventures.
The best story I have about holiday travel was over Christmas, and thus I will schedule this story to publish on Christmas Eve. We were leaving Logan Airport in Boston, returning to Memphis Airport on Christmas Eve. Gunner was 7yrs old.
Here we go, and a Very Merry Christmas to you all:
Big T and I were dating, still in the midst of prolonged divorces, fighting with our exes, but we were happy. Gunner and I were in Boston from Dec 17th -24th. We had Christmas with the girls, hosted and attended several parties, night at Boston Ballet, everything was terrific. I was mandated to return Gunner to his Dad, late on Christmas Eve, as all the out of town cousins n Dad’s side were in Mississippi and waiting on him for their festivities. Sounded like a good plan. We had it worked out well in advance.
We booked the 2:30pm flight out of Boston, a flight we had taken dozens of times before, direct, no problem with chance of delay on a layover. Our plan was to drop off Gunner when we returned and attend a Christmas Eve HUGE gourmet dinner at a girlfriend’s house. Big T bought a 6lb live lobster, and pounds of white asparagus for the occasion. We were bringing the “surf” for the “surf and turf dinner”. I had a clothing bag with Big T’s tuxedo and my gown. We were perfectly organized…. when everything went downhill.
To close up the little house in Boston was a bit of a process. We cleaned out the fridge, washed all linen, moved some furniture, as we would not be back for months. Goodbyes to all the neighbors and we left for the airport.
Along the way, we realized Gunner would come home on Christmas Day and we had no “Santa” presents for him at the Mississippi house, only presents wrapped from family. We made a last minute stop at Toys R Us, and somehow distracted Gunner to buy a few items, and munchies for his stocking.
At the airport, we breezed through checkin and settled into the boarding area. There was a 30 minute delay, but we boarded the small plane, ready to taxi out. We were sitting in our seats when the announcement came.
The problems started. Our flight crew came in from Indianapolis and exceeded legally allotted flying hours, so they could not take us to Memphis without permission from corporate. We had to disembark the plane, with no luggage. Northwest assured us another flight crew was coming, small delay, same plane. An hour passed, no flight crew. Gate agent was frustrated and claimed “no one is answering at ‘home office’ because it is Christmas”. Well, about 40 people whipped out their cell phones at the same time. We would be happy to call the President of NW Airlines on Christmas Eve.
Eventually the flight was cancelled, but there was ONE MORE flight out. We all raced back to the main gate agents to scrounge for seats.
…..Which meant I had to call my ex-husband and explain why Gunner would not be there at the appointed time, for Christmas Eve dinner. I dreaded the phone call. He was a jerk, of course, and blamed me, taking the opportunity to be truly despicable. I listened to him drone for a while, then snapped, and reminded him that if he had not come home with a sexually transmitted disease, I “probably wouldn’t be in effing Boston this Christmas“…. furthering challenging him to explain THAT ONE to his cousins. Dead silence.
Girlfriend who was hosting the elaborate dinner was gracious and understood completely.
With Big T still back at the plane trying to retrieve our luggage and Gunner the 7yr old running through the concourse like a wild kid, I approached the ticket counter to try to book seats on the remaining flight. It was bedlam at the counter.
The ticket agent was at her wits end, but I was ready to shoot the messenger. Tension at an all time high, and I did not handle it well. She shot her mouth off and me and my eyes narrowed. I was so close….. A manager finally stepped in. All he could offer me was a flight the next day…… and an overnight room at the Airport Hilton…….. on Christmas Eve……… with a 7yr old…… waking up to Santa Claus on Christmas morning……. at an Airport Hilton.
I damn near fainted….. and started to cry…. and I hardly ever cry, but I was overwhelmed with the sheer volume, the confab of events, beyond my control.
Through my teeth, sneering at the manager, “Santa Claus doesn’t come to an Airport Hilton!”
About that time, Big T rounded the corner with a cart piled high with 7 suitcases. He needed 12 arms to keep it all together as he was moving fast and swinging wide. Be damned if that perishable box wasn’t perched on top for the Lobster. It was funny. He looked funny….., and changed my mood entirely. Big T does that for me, centers me, one of the reasons I love him so much.
The emotions of my fellow travelers in line were swinging like a wrecking ball on a crane. Compared to those around me, I was the calm one. In a flash, I accepted the situation and was already thinking about what to do next. How were we going to salvage Christmas? We needed a miracle.
Gunner joined Big T and helped with suitcases. Big T was concerned because he thought I was crying…. He was still breathless and stressed, but I had already moved on to the next step. I leaned in and whispered, “I’m working it. I want more credit.” He took a few steps back and looked at me, perplexed. I think he was almost scared of “manipulative” me at that point. But I had the manager, dead to rights, and I wanted blood…. in the form of free tickets.
An overnight airport hotel would never work for my 7yr old expecting Santa. “Over my dead body!”, I said at one point. We agreed to go back to the Boston house. Northwest called us a cab, paid for, but the luggage would not fit. We waited for a BUS to take us home…… to our closed up house.
Driving through the empty streets of Boston that Christmas Eve was surreal. By 8:30-9:00pm, everything was closed. We rode in silence for a long time, Christmas lights blinking in the windows and the occasional “whoosh” of tires hitting melted snow. It was cold and the windows were fogged up.
Finally, Gunner chimed in and said, “Hey mom, how will Santa know where I am? Won’t he expect me to be in Mississippi tomorrow morning?” Sheer terror went through me, from zero to 120mph. I only had 3-4 presents for him from Toys R Us, and chances were, he saw them. I couldn’t kill Santa Claus! Plus, we had no food in the fridge, I even gave away the eggs, the opened wine, liquor, everything.
Big T had a moment of divine inspiration. He turned to me and said, “You’ll have to call 1-800-Santa and reroute your presents.” I nodded, catching the drift of what he said. I pretended to call Santa’s workshop, “pressing “1” for English”. Gunner was fascinated but satisfied. He settled back into his bus bench, drifting off to sleep for the remainder of the ride. The back and forth of the windshield wipers were like a lullaby.
I called a girlfriend, to borrow liquor, and whine to her about my troubles. We stopped at an all-night doughnut shop so at least we had doughnuts for Christmas morning…. with our 6lb lobster. What the heck were we going to do with a 6lb lobster?
We arrived home, to our cold house, and Big T gingerly put Gunner to bed. The babe was exhausted. For some unknown reason, the Christmas tree was still up, and fully decorated. Good thing…. I plugged in the lights, praying for inspiration from Mrs. Claus.
And then, something magical happened.
We were standing at the kitchen peninsula, looking at each other, trying to figure out how badly we were screwed. Two girlfriends from down the street arrived in full Santa costume, with a LOT of liquor. They had been partying and wanted to share. Word of our troubles, a la George Bailey in It’s a Wonderful Life, had spread through the neighborhood.
And they started coming, and they kept coming. By midnight, there were at least 30 people in the house. We cooked and ate the lobster, others brought extra food. Some, brought presents from under their kids trees, so Gunner would have presents from Santa……..
Wow. I’ve never been more grateful and humbled.
Best Christmas Eve, ever…….
The party didn’t break up until almost 3:00am. The guys took over a portion of the enclosed porch and assembled cart tracks, electric scooters, a grill, etc., smoked cigars and drank odd brandy until late into the night.
Christmas morning, Gunner beat me downstairs by two steps. He ripped into his packages, and Big T and I were just as surprised at what he received. Gunner loudly proclaimed, “It’s everything I ever wanted.” … like we planned it that way.
Neighbors dropped in with more food and gifts. It was a perfect clear blue sky morning in Boston. The kind of day which makes you squint your eyes but also makes your nose run. Another friend invited us to their Christmas luncheon as our flight would not leave until 2:30pm. After luncheon, we closed up the house again.
Big T and I were standing in the kitchen, Gunner in the bus with suitcases all ready to go. We were surveying the house to make sure everything was good, one last check. And as if God was watching and needed an exclamation point….. the Christmas tree fell over. It was eerie and it fell in slow motion. We looked at each other but didn’t speak. No time to clean it up. We closed the door and headed to the airport.
Flight went without incident until we got to Memphis.
There was an ice storm in Memphis and that airport is a huge hub. Suitcases were stacked all over the airport, and we could barely get out of the boarding area. To this day, I’ve never seen anything like the towers of suitcases which were everywhere. Temps had not risen and the ice was still on the ground. We had a heck of a time getting home, skidding on bridges. I later learned my in-laws totaled their car the night before, on the same bridge.
That was the year of endless Christmas for Gunner. He had Christmas with the girls, Christmas morning in Boston, Christmas with Dad’s side, and Christmas at our house.
I have no idea what I received that year, and Big T wouldn’t remember either, ……… but I’ll never forget my neighbors who were so kind when we were in need. They really came through when it mattered. I’ll carry that memory to my grave.
So, if you find yourself in a strange travel situation this year, take a breath, be kind. We barely remember the presents we receive, yet we do remember the actions of others.
Our well laid plans may go awry. When faced with no alternative, embrace the bedlam. Sometimes, not being in control allows better things to happen.
My immediate thought upon seeing this beautiful video and hearing the young boys with their sweet voices was a STORM of thoughts.
I thought – “THOSE POOR BOYS – with their soprano voices – targets for PEDOPHILES.”
I thought – “What if my Catholic friend from my youth – who looked just like one of these boys – who DIED OF AIDS – had never become an altar boy, to be seduced by pedophilic priests?”
I thought – “Why is this? Is the Catholic Church CONDEMNED to this fate? Must we just ACCEPT this horror of pedophilia in the Catholic Church? If so, that is SO demoralizing.”
I thought – “Wait a second. I had an important thought, earlier today, based on a comment by Gail Combs, citing work by Kent Clizbe.”
I thought – “YES! That’s IT! That was the word that SPRANG INTO MY MIND….”
I remembered the word: REMORALIZATION
The opposite of DEMORALIZATION
Demoralization – which has been taught to us by defector Yuri Bezmenov as being a profound principle of our enemies – their most insidious ATTACK on America.
And Yuri taught us to FIGHT BACK.
I realized that we do not even need to believe in the miraculous to believe that REMORALIZATION is possible.
And with that mere THOUGHT – I realized that it is the DEMORALIZATION ITSELF which has prevented us from seeing the obvious – that REMORALIZATION is both POSSIBLE and – if we simply pursue it – INEVITABLE – because ONLY DEMORALIZATION itself stands in the way.
Let me now take you along with the arc of my thinking from Gail’s post.
“…Lenin’s vision to bring America to its knees required penetration of the wellsprings of its civil identity, the “transmission belts” of American culture. …”
This is where Willi Muenzenberg came in.
Now Dzerzhinsky, and his staff under OMS cover would have directed the German master of influence [Willi Muenzenberg] to concentrate on the American “market.” Gumberg had made heady inroads with the diplomatic, corporate, and legislative targets in the States: he was running Raymond Robins, and was working his contacts to wriggle deeper and deeper into corporate America. [Think Al Gore’s Senior’s buddy Armand Hammer of Occidental Petroleum]
Lenin’s vision to bring America to its knees required penetration of the wellsprings of its civil identity, the “transmission belts” of American culture….…
In 1923 with Lenin slowly fading after a series of strokes, the Comintern began deploying the anti-fascist front strategy. The dying Commissar’s dream of destroying the capitalists from within was ready for deployment. Zinoviev, Radek, and Lenin likely had pegged Willi Muenzenberg as the perfect engine to run this operation for several years. It’s likely that his preparation including running commercial cover ventures, fund-raising, and Comintern work—all provided a nearly perfect cover and network to begin on of the most powerful covert action operations of all time.
Our free society also made us vulnerable to covert operations. KGB case officers and their agents had easy access to a wide range of American society. …
….The goal of the operations was to make Americans feel that their country was bad. The KGB utilized Willing Accomplices to spread the message that America was an evil, racist, imperialist war- monger and that Communism was a benign, noble experiment designed to rid the world of corruption, oppression and injustice.
Covert Influence Payload
Babette Gross, wife of KGB agent Willi Muenzenberg, explained the content of the Soviet payload to Stephen Koch:
* You claim to be an independent-minded idealist. * You don’t really understand politics, but you think the little guy is getting a lousy break. * You believe in open-mindedness. * You are shocked, frightened by what is going on right here in our own country. * You’re frightened by the racism, by the oppression of the workingman. * You think the Russians are trying a great human experiment, and you hope it works. * You believe in peace. * You yearn for international understanding. * You hate fascism. * You think the capitalist system is corrupt.
This payload exactly matches today’s PC-Progressive message. The message that Soviet covert operators propagated through American Willing Accomplices. The Willing Accomplices, wittingly or unwittingly, spread the anti-American message. And this message bloomed and grew into the pernicious set of taboos and strictures that we call PC today. It is important to note that Soviet espionage simply planted the seeds of PC. The seedlings did not need continued communist cultivation. The Soviets’ American Willing Accomplices nurtured the anti-American message in universities, newsrooms, and in Hollywood.After the payloads were planted, the vast majority of the communist intelligence operatives met the fate of most stooges of totalitarian thugs—violent death at the hands of their comrades. ….
From the book Willing Accomplices: How KGB Covert Influence Agents Created Political Correctness and Destroyed America by Kent Clizbe
While I did not benefit right then from the following VIDEO which briefly summarizes Kent Clizbe’s research, you can, and I strongly recommend taking just the short 14 minutes needed to watch it.
I now realize that I actually went through this Soviet program in the United States, in both public primary and secondary education and in universities. But I also had a ringside seat to observe the deep strategy of one of the more secret programs – a heavy-handed program of FORCING a DESIGNED NEW INEQUALITY ON AMERICA, through the CA3 operation (Conspiracy to Advance Affirmative Action) which used CIA technologies and assets against Americans.
The Soviet imperative for CA3 was most likely for a combination of reasons:
maintenance of DIVISION
maintenance of POWER over divided groups
CONTROL of America through CONTROL of groups and organizations
Getting rid of racial conflict in America never truly entered the minds of the communists who needed to MAINTAIN CONFLICT. The thing is, they never realized how much this would EXPOSE THEIR OPERATIONS in the United States, and even the WORLD – where we now understand the deeper realities of….
This is an image comparing the UN flag to a similar Soviet flag, of which there were many, some including wreath motifs, sometimes laurels, more often wheat. The image had disappeared from the original site due to changes in URLs at the source. I finally found the image on a server by diligently playing with Lepanto Institute URLS, and saved it to this site.
Beware that some of the currently most matching flags are actually NEW creations by modern communists, for a NEW Soviet Union (yes, they are that stupid and/or evil). There are also “alt-history” flags for gamers and fiction fans. Many of these images are created from the UN flag, and are thus highly matching.
As Q said, their SYMBOLS are their DOWNFALL.
SO – what can we do? Where does REMORALIZATION fit into the scheme of ACTUAL things?
First of all, we know that Bezmenov specifies PATRIOTISM and RELIGION as key ways to battle Soviet Marxism. But Clizbe (who understands even Yuri Bezmenov’s WEAKNESSES) also has recommendations.
I believe that the concept of REMORALIZATION fits into ALL OF THESE.
I believe that REMORALIZATION is a CROSS-CUTTING CONCEPT.
educating ourselves must include both moral and morale components to remoralize us and make our new education RESISTANT to recurrence of subversion and demoralization
as we look at the roots of subversive progressivism, we must make moral judgments not only of progressivism, but of ourselves, so that we do not RE-ENTER ERROR STATES that both leave us vulnerable to subversion AND vulnerable to valid moral judgment by ourselves, by God, and by everything in between. In other words, HOW we judge matters. If we judge, we MUST judge ourselves.
as we explain the ORIGINS of PC and demoralization, we must make moral judgments of CONSTRUCTIVE VALUE and even RECONSTRUCTIVE VALUE – not the DECONSTRUCTIVE values of Marxism, post-modernism, and destructive progressivism. We must ADVANCE CIVILIZATION and its VALUES through remoralization of our new historical understandings. We must avoid the SELECTIVE TRUTHS used by progressives to DEMORALIZE.
as we explain the TACTICS of PC and demoralization, we must make MORAL JUDGMENTS, both of the perpetrators AND ourselves – both with the understanding that we should have the WILL and the CONVICTION to occupy the MORAL HIGH GROUND when we are done. Remoralization of OURSELVES and our SOCIETY are stated and fully embraced goals of remoralization. STEALTHY remoralization and LAZY remoralization are both automatically suspect as TACTICAL FAILURES that are introduced into our own tactics by the other side. Remoralization must be openly admitted to be fully protective and self-consistent.
as we take back Education, Academia, the Media and Hollywood, we must insist on TRUE remoralization – not the FAUX remoralization we are seeing right now in Hollywood. This is EXTREMELY TRICKY. The other side knows how to wrap the same old poisons in things that look newly appealing and historically moral to us. Our default position should be to REJECT their offerings as suspect. TIME and PATIENCE will prove value. It may take generations to clean out these heavily infiltrated entities.
as we vote, we will be faced with complexity. Perfect must not be allowed to become the enemy of good, and yet we must be honest and forthright about both the NECESSITY and the MORAL FAILURE OF COMPROMISE. Remoralization says PICK UP THE DROPPED SPEAR and CONTINUE THE FIGHT. Honest internal criticism OF OURSELVES is a valid tool of proper remoralization. We have SEEN how Trump has corrected his critics in a myriad of ways to make them SMARTER, SHARPER, and less subject to sneaky manipulations. Yes, it is interesting how he has “loved his enemies” with a good tongue-lashing here or there, to make them BETTER at their own STATED goals.
If that sounds like a PARENT raising a BELOVED CHILD, then it’s no accident.
REMORALIZATION is something we already know – TAUGHT to us by GOD.
This Merry Christmas Monday 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/KMAG/KAG world (with KMAG being a bit of both).
Yes, it’s Monday…again.
But it’s okay! We’ll get through it.
Free Speech is practiced here at the Q Tree. But please keep it civil.
Discussion of Q is not only allowed but encouraged. Imagine that! We can talk about Q here and not get banned.
Please also consider the Important Guidelines, outlined here. Let’s not give the odious Internet Censors a reason to shut down this precious haven that Wolf has created for us.
With the Storm upon us…please remember to Pray for our President.
Wheatie’s Rules:
No food fights.
No running with scissors.
If you bring snacks, bring enough for everyone.
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For your listening enjoyment, I offer ‘Carol of the Bells’ and ‘God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen’ performed by Libera:
This year, Hanukkah is extra-special, because it coincides strongly with Christmas, beginning on sundown of December 22. And what better President than TRUMP to help us celebrate both Holidays!
Hanukkah isn’t a flashy holiday. It’s a quiet but important one – about keeping the faith, rekindling the faith, and celebrating the faith. So more than just being glad for Jews everywhere who will be celebrating – whoever you are – let me suggest that you think about taking a quiet moment to take in the Hanukkah spirit and renew your faith in God. Take your faith to the next level!
Good Morning, Q Treepers! Merry Christmas! I promised Plain Jane a recipe for her Prime Rib, but thought the recipe might get lost in the comments, meaning she would not see it. Therefore, a post might grab her attention. Yet, we can use this post as a recipe thread for all kinds of wonderful tidbits to share. Please feel free to post away and include your family favorites.
Here’s the Prime Rib
This is for Plain Jane – “How to cook the Prime Rib, from Karl, the old Milwaukee Butcher.” I received this recipe in the early 90’s, and we’ve done it this way for decades in our home with great success. Tried and true recipe = no fear.
The size of the roast makes no difference. Have Rib Roast at room temp; season well. Place in a preheated 375 degree oven and roast for one hour. Then, turn oven off.
DO NOT open the door for any reason.
Roast may sit this way for 4-5 hours. Turn oven back on when ready to serve. Roast 30 minutes for rare, and 40 minutes for medium rare.
Carve and serve at once.
Note: I take the Prime Rib out of the fridge, season with salt and pepper and fresh minced garlic….. then spray well with PAM, which seals juices and makes a nice crust. I let the roast stand on the counter for about an hour to rise to room temp, THEN put it in the oven on a rack with pan underneath. That way you get a crust, all the way around.
