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It’s gonna be big. It’s gonna be awesome. With people already in line, we are starting our Trump Rally Thread a DAY EARLY!!!!!!!!!!!
We’ve plowed the fields, we’ve made the popcorn. It’s gonna be an awesome kickoff in Orlando, tomorrow.
Yes, people are in line already. From Gateway Pundit:
…Eight Trump supporters started camping out Monday morning, with the first one showing up at 2:30 a.m. The rally is scheduled to begin at 8 p.m. Tuesday.
Gary Beck, a Trump supporter from Panama City, was the first in line.
“There’s going to be a bunch of people, and it’s going to be pretty intense,” Beck said. “The electricity is going to be high. It’s time for America to get back on its feet and be made better than it’s ever been before.”
They’re happy, ready, and tailgating all the way to tomorrow night.
People are coming from all over the WORLD to this rally. Look, when your opponents are willing to travel from London to Orlando, just to protest you, ya’ must be doing something right. Gee, I wonder if the Baby Trump balloon people made the committment to come before OR AFTER their balloon was POPPED?
Security will be tight, OUR Trump is the President of the USA, after all. Here’s a handy article on what NOT to bring to the rally. Link And here Link
https://www.news965.com/news/local/what-not-bring-the-trump-rally/TRCSZSrUch4WF7l7sA7NGJ/
https://www.clickorlando.com/news/politics/what-to-know-ahead-of-president-trumps-rally-in-orlando
Please NOTE A FEW UPDATES: The streets around the AMWAY Center will be closed at 9:00AM. Doors open, as normal, at 4:00pm. TAILGATER starts at 10:00AM.
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Amazing how smart our parents become when we grow up….
The pic is my dad, early 20’s, as a freshly minted Marine.
To this day, his influence affected me such that, I caution other women who presume they can raise a child on their own. A father’s influence on a child is monumental and everlasting.
In high school, dad worked in a men’s store. Tall and handsome, he modeled for a few department stores, which enabled him to buy a car. He played basketball, a LOT of golf, and was generally well-liked. The family vacationed fishing in Canada. Once drafted, he joined the Marines, and was assigned to work on plane maintenance, system checks, using the filters and parts made by my grandfather’s company. The local paper did a little write-up, which Grandma treasured. The Marines transformed him into a man. He returned to civilian life to enter Purdue for Electrical Engineering, and took a job with a fledgling elevator company.
In 1961, my grandfather’s company went out of business because of discontinuation of asbestos, the lawsuits and fallout. Grandpa took a job with a new furniture company….. but the family had to relocate to the American south. They scouted the location for a factory and started building, in Mississippi.
Dad married mom in 1962, and I was born 9 months and three weeks later…… and I was 2 weeks late. Her family gave them land, down the hill from their farm, and Dad built a home…. with a lot of help from extended cousins. Mom had a horrible time during her pregnancy, in and out of mental institutions, completely manic, tried to kill herself on numerous occasions. When his parents came to visit, they caught mom trying to kill the baby, me, with a plastic bag over my head. It was a horrible time for both families. The decision was made. My father’s parents would take me and and my mother, south, where it was warm and spring flowers were blooming.
Dad finished the house, sold it, and took another job with an elevator company located in Memphis. Dad and mom bought a house with backyards touching my grandparents via a gate. My mother’s fog of depression lifted and the two families thrived. I don’t remember much from my early childhood. Mom modeled and worked as a bookkeeper for a local department store, and Dad worked in Memphis. Grandpa, as a chemical engineer, was VP of Operations for the furniture company, and grandma took care of me, sewed all my clothes, and volunteered…… everywhere.
Dad’s work in the early 60’s was revolutionary, and he enjoyed being in the midst of the action. He was a young exec but loved to get his hands dirty. He was part of a crew who developed the elevator for the St.Louis Arch, which went “around”. Because of that success, he was transferred to Chicago, where all the action was. He helped develop high speed elevators. As a “sales engineer”, he sold and was responsible for the Amoco (70 stories) building, John Hancock (98), and eventually Sears Tower (110). My childhood memories of life in the Chicago ‘burbs are vivid. It was when I became my father’s daughter.
Because of mom’s “problem”, I became an only child. Dad wanted more kids, kind of disappointed I was not a boy, so he turned me into a boy….. in many ways…. rational thinking, logic and reason, fiscal responsibility, diagraming a decision process, etc.. I was chastised for an “emotional” response, whining or crying. Whatever dad did, I did. In retrospect, I wonder if he was somewhat afraid to leave me in mom’s charge for too long. The experience must have affected him. I was his constant shadow even though mom was a homemaker. When he came home, we ate and did projects. We worked on house/yard projects. The garage was an outlined pegboard workshop, of course. We also worked on plans for a new buildings in his spare bedroom office. I was always under his feet, fascinated by what he did, and hung on his every word.
In Chicago, building skyscrapers, Dad had to serve as a diplomat of sorts, between owners, management, teams of architects, and the union men who made the dream a reality. Our home was filled with MEN, a lot of beer and bourbon, hashing out details, arguing over specs, persuading design changes, motivating completion of floor after floor, as the buildings began to touch the clouds. It was an exciting time in America, Chicago in the 60’s, but as a kid, I thought it was normal. It was all I knew. It was where I began to learn to read people, and the art of nuance. My Dad….. was a pro.
On Saturdays, Dad always went into the office, and I tagged along. Looking back, I imagine his secretary was bothered on Monday morning by me rearranging things. The “shop” was most intriguing. I loved the samples cabinet and asked for many items. Half my closet at home was a “high-rise” for Barbies……. with an elevator. I was always building furniture, reconfiguring, or making something new. My best friend’s Dad owned a trucking company which was tied to the rails (The Yards). Of course, we built a Barbie Train Depot…. rails (Hot Wheels tracks)… and an airport which could change into a NASA rocket launcher. We thought we were completely normal, planning our cities.
Often, Dad went out with the guys on emergency calls and I went with, crawling around in the bowels of buildings, learning to bend a smooth curve in conduit. Sometimes, Dad had to stop at a swanky hotel or a big house on the Lakeshore for a meeting. Those times were special. Dad and I began to work as a team.
I remember one meeting, expensive home, where I completely blew it. Dad introduced himself and said hello to Mr. “Surname”. The man responded, “Please, call me Bill.” Dad shook his hand. I extended mine, and said, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Bill.” I might have been 8yrs old. Whoops…
One would think, initially, Dad would have been nervous, taking a kid to see a client, right? I mean, you never know what a kid will say. Yet, the opposite happened. Dad bringing me was so odd, it disarmed the other person. Sometimes, sure, I was shuffled off to the kitchen with a butler, but most of the time, I sat quietly in the library while they discussed business. Dad made a game of it, for me.
Going in, I knew the generalities of why we were there and some details of the job. Dad kept index cards on every client and I would read them aloud on the way. Dad would tell me to focus hard, remember everything I could about the room, clients’ phone numbers and addresses, the person we were seeing, and the conversation. On the way home, dad would TEST my recall and correct me. Sometimes, I would notice things he did not see. I got better and better. In the car on the way home, I would write notes on the cards, as Dad would “think out loud”, gaming out strategy, rehashing the meeting. Many people do this naturally and find answers just by vocalizing, but I was there and could respond. We went back and forth which was fun. It taught me how he was thinking. As an added bonus, Dad would sometimes receive an invitation to return for ‘some’ event with a note to bring his “cute little girl”.
The teamwork gave me a sense of worth, value… I felt important, and we could talk about his work, which was the best gift a dad could ever give to a child. I was helping Dad and learning while earning my way. It was my job before I had a job. We went everywhere together, Polish and Russian weddings, to Synagogue for a bar mitzvah, German festivals, St.Patrick’s Day, South Chicago, a LOT of corner bars and fancy hotels with many politicians, …….. music, food, and cultural wonderland. Sometimes mom went, but mostly it was Dad and me.
We also had to work. I remember when the service men went on strike. I had a hard time reconciling why the guys I KNEW, were angry with people like my dad. The service calls still had to be done. Management had to fill in. One day, we serviced the elevators in Sears Tower. I wasn’t scared at all, but only because Dad wasn’t scared……. fear didn’t cross my mind. I stepped off the floor on top of the cab and looked up through the elevator shaft. Awesome sight. I remember that first look like it was yesterday. Of course, it would never be allowed today, but I was a big hit at 3rd grade show-and-tell.
Dad had to entertain constantly, people from out of town. He would have been in his mid-30’s about that time. He was a member of the Playboy Club, to my mother’s chagrin, and had 4 tickets to every sporting event in Chicago. Mostly, Dad gave the tickets away, but sometimes, I got to go. I recall not being able to move in my blue snowsuit at Soldier Field, but I got to watch Gale Sayers run like a gazelle. I remember being in love with Tom Boerwinkle of the Bulls, my first big crush. Our normal seats were on the lower deck, but when dad’s new boss came in, somehow, we had floor seats on the very edge. I could barely contain myself.
I was soooo excited to go and see Tom Boerwinkle. When a referee called him for traveling, change possession, right in front of me, I jumped up and said, “What are you, BLIND?” Same thing my dad would have said (if he was at home), right? The visual must have been surreal. I was wearing a mint green dress, yellow shoes. Mom tucked all my waist length auburn hair into a bun, so tight, it made my eyes hurt, and put stupid fake daisies in my hair. Yet, there I was arguing with a referee. I was in his face. I was right, too, he didn’t travel. Dad’s new boss from Atlanta…….. loved it. I thought mom was going to kill me. I sulked for the rest of the game. Can’t remember how it happened, but about a week later, I had a basketball signed by Tom Boerwinkle. My greatest childhood treasure. And Dad’s new boss, 15yrs later, gave my my first real break.
After Sears Tower, Dad was a hot item and traveled to Europe, but I had to stay home. He brought me stuff but it wasn’t the same as going with him. I was sad/mad. Dad was up for promotion. He looked at NYC, Denver, and other cities, but a strange offer came in from New Orleans. The corporate beast bought an older family elevator company with a horrible reputation. Dadd thought starting at the bottom would be easy. Taking over New Orleans meant Dad would have his own division. He jumped. Besides, “we” had the contracts for the Superdome and One Shell Square, largest building in LA and exceptionally complicated. We moved. I remember my 5th grade teacher making me do a report on New Orleans for the other students to learn…… I thought I had to learn to speak French.
In New Orleans, almost as soon as we arrived, we had trouble with our new house. Mom’s depression was rabid, six months high, six months depressed. I couldn’t bring kids home to play, lots of suicide attempts, threats, arguing, time in hospitals, escapes from hospitals, etc. She would pick me up from school and fly me to different cities to manipulate my father. It was a horrible time in our lives. Cried myself to sleep every night but focused on school. By 9th grade, when my mom sought the company of another man, Dad finally relented and began the divorce. The divorce was easy, but the custody battle went on for 5yrs, until I was in college. No kidding. Last custody hearing was 2 weeks before my 18th birthday.
Dad was the first father to win custody of a minor child in the state. It ruined him financially, but he fought on. He had no choice. He was terrified of turning me over to my mother, with good reason.
Dad also tried to balance his work schedule. As a division head, his entertainment schedule was even greater because EVERYONE in the company wanted to come to New Orleans…. to see him… and play…. and eat…. and drink. From 8th-10th grade, we were out to dinner at least 3 nights a week with clients or corporate people. I had a seperate closet for formal wear in a spare bedroom and learned to juggled my homework. Dad would not allow me to stay home alone. Now older, I had gained skills and slowly learned to read a room, negotiate, how to argue points on a contract, how to eat well, and how a young female, a daughter, would tone down a bunch of wild men who were looking to frolic in The Big Easy. I was Dad’s excuse to turn in early. After all, I had to go to school in the morning. It made him seem like the good guy and kept him out of trouble.
When Dad met the woman who became my step-mother, I went back to being a high school student. Still, I ran contracts for him, because I knew all the architects, and delivered bids, cuz I could find any location. Dad wanted to make sure I could be dropped in Moscow but read a map or navigate to find my way out, and learn to drive auto, a stick, delivery trucks, and motorcycles. In one moment of personal glory, Dad was sick and asked me to deliver a big hospital bid for LSU Medical Center. I took his company car, at 16, and off I went, only to run into our old competition in the office of the decision maker. Long story short, I shamed him, his shoddy maintenance record (which I knew well and would never be acceptable for a hospital). “We” won the contract.
After I was 18, the custody battle between my parents still roared, even though there was no longer a war. I took an opportunity with a hotel and moved into a suite, out of BOTH their houses, but it didn’t matter. The drama was overwhelming. Eventually, I left the city and moved north to live with Dad’s parents, grandma and grandpa. Dad and I were estranged for several years. Yet, what he taught me remained.
Eventually, I took a job in Memphis and was transferred to NYC with another company. I worked on the 93rd floor of WTCII. Dad was part of the group who designed the elevator core. For the original interview, I urgently jostled past people in the elevator and touched the elevator logo. It was “our’s”. I felt safe, familiar. I was home. New York would be okay. A guy in the elevator noticed what I was doing and became curious.
He was good looking, don’t get me wrong. I was 22yrs old, wearing a winter white suit (wrong for New York), and wearing Dad’s Marine pin on my lapel. In the south, we commonly wore them on left lapel for church, etc. In a way, the WTC were dad’s buildings, and I wore his pin as a security blanket for a big interview.
Finally, he spoke, “You sure as hell don’t look like any Marine I’ve ever seen.”…… and then the final straw….. “Damn!……”, he exclaimed, loudly, in an elevator. Everyone got quiet and looked around to glare. He was smacking his lips at me. Lecherous. He was crude and an ass. I narrowed my eyes, turned my head back to him and leaned in closely, almost whispering. Through my teeth, I said, “I may not be a Marine, but as long as there is breath left in my body, I AM… the daughter of a Marine.” Shot him down in a blaze of glory.
Within a few seconds, I exited the elevator and landed the job. The elevator incident was a stroke of luck, put me in a perfect frame of mind for an interview. Thank you, Daddy!!
Dad taught me to leave a mark on this earth, not just with a physical building but with people as well. Treat people well, irrespective of class. He taught me I had value and could do anything. I was completely blind to being “a woman” in business because Dad never saw it as a problem…. it was never mentioned…. it was assumed. He fought for me when everything was against him. I was his apprentice, his intern, his son in a girl body, …… Daddy’s girl, who learned to mechanic. He taught me to think and made me read business books, quizzing me afterwards. He taught me to travel and never be intimidated by power or money…… it never crossed my mind. He taught me – eating a hot dog over the hood of a pickup……. or dining with a governor had EQUAL value…… and don’t ever forget it. To search for and figure out, the special quality in every person you meet…… cuz everyone has ONE. And finally, to focus on business, compartmentalize, when your personal life is falling apart. Find the joy, satisfaction, worth, when you can, because life is not rosy all the time.
Do I miss him? Sure. He was not a perfect man, but who among us is perfect? He had horrific taste in women, but when the chips were down, he was the guy to call. With dad, we touched the clouds, changed the landscape, and did the impossible.
It’s not so hard……..
Cheers to all the dads on their special day. Is it too early for a Bourbon and water?
Three years of endless media coverage, an extensive investigation by Mueller’s team, people went to jail…….. and still, no proof.
I understand I am a mere citizen, in a red state, doomed to be ignored and insulted by those who feign indignation ANYONE would question their assumptions. Yet, here I am. Where’s the proof? I want to know and ALL Americans deserve to know.
Are we “racist” because we question the obvious?
Within our small group, we have searched for proof of Russians hacking the DNC or Podesta. We have tracked the claims made by CrowdStrike, the only ones allowed to review the DNC servers…. only to have their wild claims, debunked.
CrowdStrike based their conclusions on three fundamental elements:
1. We closely followed the CrowdStrike claim of D-30 Howitzer tracking software was hacked in a similar fashion by Cozy Bear and Fuzzy Bear……. it fell apart.
2. We followed the CrowdStrike Claim of a London Think Tank, IISS, which counts armaments/size of standing armies of all countries…. only to have IISS debunk CrowdStrike. (International Institute for Strategic Studies)
3. Russian language strings in the code…… debunked when we learned we could purchase a similar keyboard in Brooklyn for about $14.
In May of 2017, Crowdstrike backed off the basis for their findings…….. but their spox said it did not matter, because the “17 intel agencies” came to the same conclusion…….
…….. but the 17 intel agencies were relying on CrowdStrike for analysis. See what they did there?
BUT …. what if you learned there were no 17 intel agencies who reviewed the material and made an assessment? What if there were were only a few dozen hand-picked people from CIA/FBI and a few people from Clapper’s staff……. because that’s what happened.
We’re supposed to trust our intel community, right? Yet, given what has been revealed in the last 3yrs about political appointees from the Obama Admin and various partisan members of agencies, are we “racist” because we doubt Brennan, Clapper, and Comey?
What if you learned Peter Strzok was one of the hand-picked members of the team who WROTE the ICA………. Did you that little tidbit?
Why not put the issue to rest and provide the proof to all Americans? And don’t use the old excuse of “sources and methods”.
Keep in mind, head of the NSA, Mike Rogers, did not agree with Comey, Clapper, and Brennan, in the Assessment. AND a rebuttal opinion, which is normal for such reports, was not provided.
Yesterday, the NYTimes reported US Atty in CT, John Durham is interviewing CIA officials. If we read the article, instead of merely breezing past a headline, it looks as though Durham is questioning CIA officials on how they came to the conclusions about Russian hacking…. which appeared in two reports.
December 29, 2016 Joint Analysis Report (JAR)
January 7, 2017, Intel Community Assessment (ICA).
This is the final work product which was presented to President Obama, BIDEN, Susan Rice, et als, and then the salacious portions were presented to President Elect Trump.
Understand, Mueller’s investigation cleared President Trump of working with Russians, but the Mueller report BEGINS by assuming Russians hacked the DNC and Podesta —– for which we have no proof — and one set of Mueller’s indictments of Russians (the Russian troll farms) are falling apart in DC Court.
Allowing the narrative “Russians hacked the DNC” and “We were attacked by a hostile foreign power, and Trump was helped” allows the Dems to continue the premise, “Donald Trump is an illegitimate President”.
Bottom line: Russian may have hacked the DNC and successfully phished Podesta. The claim may or may not be true. As an American, I STILL don’t know. Do you?
If Durham’s investigation destroys the premise for the JAR and the ICA, and exposes the JAR and ICA as loose intel, twisted for a political goal, then the entire “Russian Hacking” story falls apart.
The MSM, DNC, Bad actors, know that few people will take the time to read the JAR and ICA.
We did.
Here are the links, again.
As civilians, I invite you to reread these reports and see for yourself. The information contained herein looks loose, suspicious, unclear.
” Except that the ICA did not reflect the consensus of the intelligence community. Clapper broke with tradition and decided not to put the assessment out to all 17 U.S. intelligence agencies for review. Instead, he limited input to a couple dozen chosen analysts from just three agencies — the CIA, NSA and FBI.
Agencies with relevant expertise on Russia, such as the Department of Homeland Security, Defense Intelligence Agency and the State Department’s intelligence bureau, were excluded from the process.
While faulting Clapper for not following intelligence community tradecraft standards that Clapper himself ordered in 2015, the House Intelligence Committee’s 250-page report also found that the ICA did not properly describe the “quality and credibility of underlying sources” and was not “independent of political considerations.” “
Remember your first apartment? We all started out with nothing. We had no “stuff”. At 22yrs old, I was shocked apartments did not come equipped with sheets, blenders, pots and pans, etc. Rude awakening…… I was so naive. The acquisition of stuff comes slowly. As we move from home to home, we weed out items no longer needed. We have garage sales when the kids outgrow baby gear or leave for college. By the time we retire, we wonder, “Where did all this stuff come from?”
I remember my first apartment well, and I needed a lot of “stuff”. The budget could handle $100 at every pay period for shopping at Zayre…. for ironing boards, a pitcher for iced tea, knives, cutting boards, a coffee pot, plants for the balcony, shelves, books, shoe trees, a vacuum, and lots of pots and pans. Still, on a budget, I became a garage sale queen. Along the way, a little guy in Miami beach taught me the power of buying wholesale. By the time I cashed out and moved home to New Orleans, my dad mocked my quest to make a silk purse from a sow’s ear……. born from necessary thriftiness……… he swore he would bury me with a can of white spray paint…. Yet, I was comfortable with my little pile of stuff and had enough stuff to at least be comfortable.
When we moved into the big house, the need for “stuff” was overwhelming. It took decades to outfit the house. The scale is bigger. Everything a home would normally need …. put a zero behind it. There are 13 bathrooms here, 14 couches, 6 refrigerators, and on and on. Still, being the thrifty chic, a shopped many flea markets, auctions, garage sales………. until one day, I came home with 12 used wooden crutches, $.25/piece, $3.00 total sale. That was 1994.
Husband helping me unpack the car: “What the hell are you going to do with used, POS wooden crutches?”
Me: “Oh, not to worry, I’ll find something to do with them.”
Husband: “The attic is going to cave in! You have too much stuff up there.”
While I agreed with my first husband’s fiscal prudence, it was the stuff in the attic which paid our bills and afforded us a nice lifestyle, while we banked money for his construction company to grow. He scoffed, shook his head, and endlessly debated every small purchase, wondering how my mind worked.
Wouldn’t you know it? 25 years later, I gave away my last crutch this weekend, for a retirement party, the crawfish boil this weekend. I dressed up the crutch with a big bow and FEDEX logo. It was my girlfriend’s gift to her husband. Her speech was beautiful. He was her crutch, little bit of extra help, holding her up for the 46 years they have been married. They raised beautiful and successful children. He mentored hundreds if not thousands of executives in his career. He helped to make his community better through boy scouts and his church. He served his country through military service. Truth is, if he died tomorrow, his eulogy would take 2 pages in the local paper…… but he’s onto something else, another chapter, mentoring troubled kids. Yeah, the truth us, he didn’t need a crutch…….. HE WAS THE CRUTCH to so many, throughout his life.
She cried, he cried, we all cried. Perfect gift…. cost me $.25. Her speech made it priceless.
Now, I need more crutches. I’m out. I started thinking about all the things we did with those crutches over the past 25 years.
Because we live so close to the school, teachers would often grab me for help. Quite often I would look out the window to find a class of kids “taking a field trip” in our backyard. I didn’t mind and encouraged the idea…. with chocolate chip cookies, etc. We never had to worry about broken windows or vandalism because the kids viewed our house, in a way, as their house. One time, a frustrated history teacher and his class appeared in the field out back. It was a gorgeous spring day, and the kids were restless. The teacher decided to stop fighting and let them outside, but they needed something to do. I bounced down from the attic with wooden crutches and we ran relays…… fresh air and exercise…… for an hour…….. back to class…. with a cookie… Easy peasy.
As a thank you to the girls basketball team for acting as my brides for a bridal show, we hosted a small party for them. We blindfolded the girls and made them run relays with crutches as one event.
Had a girlfriend, dying of cancer, with young children. Girls got together to cheer her up. I spray-painted a wooden crutch, all white, put fake flowers and a bow on it. No reason she should not look special while she could still go out. She was loved.
A young veteran came home, injured, part of a huge family. I painted one crutch red, white, and blue stripes, with a big red bow. He’s gone now, of suicide, but I was in the home recently. His parents left his room undisturbed….. crutch in the corner as a memory from a happier day.
Son of a dear friend was at St. Jude’s for an extended stay. It was a sad time for us all. My first husband had one of his carpenters cut down a crutch and reconfigure the arm rest to child size. I decorated it. The child was endlessly optimistic, not understanding how ill he was. He showed his crutch to everyone, proudly. It made my heart break.
Mother-in-law broke her ankle and was prescribed a “specialized” crutch for $350+. She passed. Called me when she got home, requested a crutch “in her size” (like I was a local distributor), and added…… “But I want a pretty one, dress it up a bit.” and finally, “I wear a lot of purple, blue, and reds”…… so…. her crutch was supposed to match her wardrobe. Got it.
We had retirement parties at the house where we hung crutches from picture molding with bright streamers…… in the formal dining room. People wondered, “How did you get that idea?”……”Oh that’s a clever idea”. Me, “Oh, just something we had in the attic.” Necessity really is the mother of invention.
Every 40th, 50th, 60th birthday party or retirement party (Fire chief, police, Mayors, teachers, and a nurse) beget a special crutch and a warm tribute. Sometimes we hung a wreath in the middle of a crutch and placed it on a front door… grand entrance, for a retirement party. One by one, all the crutches found new homes.
But all the crutches are gone now, and gee whiz, I might need one in a few years. Ha! 25 years worth of good memories….sad times…. shared together……. all for $3.00. The attic bares a slightly lighter load, a little bit less “stuff”.
We’re going to have to find a way to give away refrigerators…..
Are you ready??? The circus starts at 2:00pm Eastern on CSPAN 3. John Dean is the opening act for the radical Dems in Congress.
“The Joker” was #40 on the charts in 1974. Funny that…..
Here is the link for CSPAN 3 testimony for John Dean: LINK to the Circus
Most of you will remember John Dean as the rat, who plead guilty to one felony and became a witness for the prosecution for a reduced sentence. It’s been a while since the hearings during the summer of 1974, so let’s refresh our memories and go back to 1974. Spiders and Snakes was #16 on the billboard charts – how appropriate.
Out of 51 citations, I’ve cherry picked various actual sources from Dean’s Wikipedia page: LINK to John Dean’s Wiki Page.
John Essley Dean, III, is 80yrs old, born in Ohio, attended Colgate and then Wooster in Ohio for undergrad, and then a JD from Georgetown Law. Married in 1962, one son, divorced. In high school, Dean attended Staunton Military Academy in VA, where Barry Goldwater, Jr., was also a student. Dean became a close friend of the Goldwater family. He was fired from his first law firm for conflict of interest. (Whoops!)
Dean worked as Chief Counsel to the Minority Republicans in the House Judiciary from 1966-67. He volunteered to write position papers for the Nixon campaign in 1968. Dean became an Associate Deputy under John Mitchell, ATTY Gen at DOJ, and then WH Counsel in 1970. Dean replaced John Ehrlichman, who became Nixon’s Chief Advisor for Domestic Affairs. (All the same names, buried in your memory)
John Dean was White House Counsel under Richard Nixon from July of 1970 until April of 1973. As WH Counsel, he was heavily involved in the trappings of Watergate and potential impeachment hearings, responding to subpoenas rom Congress, and production of documents and exhibits for Congress.
The effort, here, by the Dems is to paint a narrative of the Trump Admin as similar to the the Nixon Administration. Although John Dean has somehow called for the impeachment of almost every Republican President. Dean is no fan of President Donald Trump. Dean misses the limelight, obviously, and “Just Don’t Want To Be Lonely” #27 in June of 1974.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aH_IpIC14ZA
Dean was in involved in the planning stages with G Gordon Liddy, of what became Watergate, in fact, the SCALED DOWN version became Watergate. Haldeman was involved in the coverup. You know…….. just “Boys Smokin’ In The Boys Room”, #44 in 1974.
Who were “Takin’ Care Of Business”
Everything came to a head in March of 1973,
On March 23, the five Watergate burglars, along with G. Gordon Liddy and E. Howard Hunt, were sentenced with stiff fines and maximum prison time of up to 40 years.
On April 6, Dean hired an attorney and began his cooperation with Senate Watergateinvestigators, while continuing to work as Nixon’s Chief White House Counsel and participate in Nixon’s cover-up efforts, not disclosing this obvious conflict to Nixon until some time later. Dean was also receiving advice from the attorney he hired, Charles Shaffer, on matters involving vulnerabilities of other White House staff with the cover-up.
Dean continued to provide information to the prosecutors, who were able to make enormous progress on the cover-up case, which up until then they had virtually ignored, having concentrated on the actual burglary and events preceding it. Dean also appeared before the Watergate grand jury, where he took the Fifth Amendment numerous times to avoid incriminating himself, and in order to save his testimony for the Senate Watergate hearings
In effect, Dean switched and helped to prosecute his old client, President Nixon. Wonder how Dean made that final decision? “Dean had earlier asked Nixon for formal immunity from prosecution for any crimes he might have committed while serving as White House Counsel. Nixon refused to grant this request and his refusal led Dean to cooperate with the prosecutors very soon afterwards.”
Must have been “Midnight at the Oasis” #13 in 1974. Or was it “I Shot the Sheriff” #76 in 1974?
Dean went to prison, got out, wrote books, and sued Gordon Liddy for defamation, and became an investment banker. Dean retired from finance in 2000 and currently lives in Beverly Hills.
When GW Bush admitted to issuing NSA wiretaps without warrants, Dean went after GW BUSH for an impeachable offense. Dean deeply objected to the Iraq War. Yet, no one was listening to Dean, he was just……. “Rock the Boat” #43 in 1974.
On June 1, 2017, Dean wrote an article in the LA Times…….. Dean thinks Trump is worse than Nixon. Link and in doing so, became a pundit, one of the chorus of Never-Trumpers. I told you, Dean was lonesome, retired, and bored. Dean flipped out when Kavanaugh was nominated and fought viscerally to oppose Kavanaugh.
Dean’s Problem, one that he could never foresee or imagine…… was Donald J Trump.
“Then Came You”
Poor lil’ John Dean.
He needs to be happy. Dance with us, sit back and enjoy brunch. I made plenty for everyone. MichaelH helped!
Trump is handling the Presidency like a pro. Makes us wonder what all those other Presidents were doing. Here Lil’ Johnnie Dean, let me reach into my Harvest Gold Fridge and get you a piece of pie.
These hearings for John Dean are an enormous waste of time. We all know it. But then, this is Nancy Pelosi’s Congress…….. And “The Show Must Go On”… #42, Three Dog Night, 1974, and Welcome to the Circus!
Show starts at 2:00pm Eastern Time!!!!!!!!!!!
See you there!!
We really are quite spoiled. As Americans, we’re not used to a politically correct culture and we’re more apt to voice our opinions…… free speech, right? At Q Tree, we practice free speech but citizens in most countries don’t enjoy the same kind of liberty. Two days ago, MAGA Mom began an interesting discussion on the threats to free speech and censorship of conservatives. Her post is worthy of its own thread. From MAGA Mom:
More on the Social Media “changes” and “updates” … ie systematic guards against conservative success and effectiveness on social media and the internet in general. This is such an important topic that, after reading what was posted here the last two days, I spent most of the morning thinking about it.
What has surprised me to some extent is the success of the leftists at purging conservatives and establishing bias practices against them not just on social media and search engines but of all platforms and even businesses such as banks shutting down accounts of conservative organizations and even conservative businesses and now, it seems, WP. They already used these methods in the “news”/MSM, entertainment industry and on college campuses as well as rewriting history and silencing conservatism in school curriculum across the nation.
We have seen the increase of silencing on social media, search engines and the internet in general coming pre 2016 but the speed is greatly increasing and although encased in Orwellian, leftist/globalist double speak, is clearly targeting Conservatives and seeking to limit grassroots movements driven by the citizenry of the US.
We should not at all be surprised for the following reasons:
1) The social media and internet companies are staffed by majority leftists as seen by their ideologies and contributions
2) They contribute to leftists politicians
3) They have suppressive work environments, persecuting and purging conservative employees – if they think it is ok to do this to employees/coworkers why wouldn’t they think it is ok to do to unknown strangers across the web?
4) They work with repressive, socialist, far leftist and even communist countries around the world, obeying their laws and cooperating with horrific human rights abusers, then applying those same censorship rules to the free citizens of the US
5) They not only work with and emulate these communist countries, they Invest in these countries and Receive income from these countries!!!! Their corporate life is now dependent on these countries!! They have voluntarily become subservient and dependent. They are now of questionable loyalty to the US, to US citizens and to our God given freedoms as explicitly stated in and thus protected by our Constitution. At best they have dual loyalty and can be used by our economic competitors and even national enemies. At worst, and sadly this seems to be true at times, they are voluntarily assisting our economic competitors and national enemies against us.
6) They have a proven track record of working against freedom of expression, private citizens speaking up and organizing in conservative grassroots movements and suppressing conservative voices via their “rules”, biased searches and manipulation of likes, rankings, etc. They were Already leftist biased and it wasn’t enough. This is not new – its just more of what they were already doing!
7) And the most important reason that we ought not be surprised by this is because they explicitly told us they were going to work very hard and diligently to do exactly what they are now doing! After the 2016 loss, there were many articles analyzing the damage caused by the policies in place in social media and internet search engines, etc., that either inadvertently helped President Trump win or did not do enough to stop him, and the citizens of the US in their grassroots efforts, from winning. They vowed to change purposefully to work against such success by conservatives, private citizens and President Trump in 2020 and beyond.
And now they are doing just that! When our enemy shows who they are and states what they intend to do, we ought to believe them!
This morning I have gone back and reviewed what they were saying directly after “their” loss (and, yes, most of the owners, their employees, the MSM, the “journalists” covering the Dem loss (v. GOP win) and the role social media played in 2016 viewed it as a personal loss, a defeat, that they as employees and companies had failed because the election was “lost”. What is happening is exactly what they promised the followers and voters on loonely left and of the dangerous dems that they would do.
For those interesting in digging, in reminding ourselves of the background and how we got here as well as insight into where these companies are going, here are a collection of articles that I have read/re-read this morning examining fake news on social media (interesting what some consider fake news) and the role of allowing all voices onto social media.
Most important:
Google was already doing they could, both as private citizens, as employees with google as their tool and as a corporation, to get Hillary elected/defeat President Trump https://www.zerohedge.com/news/2018-09-10/google-was-working-get-hillary-clinton-elected-silent-donation-according-leaked
and 2ndly, this election effort and the vow to do “better”, ie defeat conservative voices online and defeat them in elections, is show in their corporate setting https://www.zerohedge.com/news/2018-09-12/panic-and-dismay-leaked-video-reveals-distraught-google-execs-grappling-hillary
and more insider view of google employee thinking https://dailycaller.com/2018/11/29/google-censorship-conservative-media/
2018 article proving google bias https://www.businessinsider.com/trump-news-google-search-results-2018-8#when-searching-trump-north-korea-youre-served-with-several-opinion-columns-rather-than-straight-news-stories-google-marks-them-with-the-word-opinion-3 https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2016/apr/03/donald-trump-internet-success-twitter-us-election-media https://thehill.com/blogs/pundits-blog/technology/306175-trump-won-thanks-to-social-media
Notable quote from the below NPR article: “It’s too late to fix these problems for this election, but a look to the social networks of tomorrow might offer some hope.” https://www.npr.org/2016/11/08/500686320/did-social-media-ruin-election-2016
They all knew what an important role social media played. Another thought: Maybe social media was a reflection of the populace thoughts v. playing a role in shaping them? Maybe leftists leaders just hadn’t talked to or heard from those outside of their bubble so clearly and loudly before social media made it possible for flyover country to be heard? https://www.wired.com/2016/11/facebook-won-trump-election-not-just-fake-news/
This is a study that is more of a “deep dive”. I would like to know the criteria they used to define “fake news” as I saw MUCH more fake news geared toward smearing President Trump than Hillary
Quote from the study’s conclusion: “both Facebook and Google are removing fake news sites from their advertising platforms on the grounds that they violate policies against misleading content. Furthermore, Facebook **has taken steps** to identify fake news articles, flag false articles as “disputed by 3rd
party **fact-checkers**,” show fewer potentially false articles in users’ news feeds, and help users avoid accidentally sharing false articles by notifying them that a story is “disputed by 3rd parties” before they share it. In our theoretical framework, these actions may increase social welfare, but identifying fake news sites
and articles also raises important questions about who becomes the arbiter of truth.” (emphasis added, citations removed for smoother reading) https://web.stanford.edu/~gentzkow/research/fakenews.pdf
Hillary and many other “leaders” have pushed for more censorship on social media as gateway points out and as was already happening in 2017 & 2018
2017 (Yes, from daily wire, yuck, never trump and fake newser himself from Trump campaign of ’16 but this is a fitting article) https://www.dailywire.com/news/17052/hillary-blames-social-media-and-trump-followers-joseph-curl
2018
twitter.com/HillaryClinton/status/968321022427652096 https://www.thegatewaypundit.com/2018/02/hillary-clinton-blames-social-media-loss-calls-censorship-2018-elections-twitter-responds/
Lastly, a leftist take on the censorship, claiming it isn’t biased because the purged were just breaking the rules. To that I say, yes, they were breaking the rules but are all rule breakers being equally purged? If leftist and conservative rule breakers are not being equally purged, held equally to the same rules then it IS anti conservative bias! https://www.thebipartisanpress.com/law/dont-blame-liberals-and-democrats-for-social-media-bans/
So what we Do and how do we politically fight back and how do we insist on the market place remaining open to conservatives and conservative ideas?
__________ End to MAGA Mom’s post.
From there, Aubergine, SingingSoul, Scott467, Wolfie, many others chipped in with great ideas.
Thought it might be time for us all to address this issue. I recall how we all felt, before President Trump decided to run, after the Romney loss. We felt alone. Living in the years of the Obama Admin, we felt like the world was upside down. Was everyone crazy? President Trump’s run for office was successful, in part, because we realized we were not alone. We found our voice……
…… and we will never be silenced again.
My very dear fellow American patriots…dear to me not only because of who each of you are as individuals, but also because your very presence and participation here in the Wolf’s Den marks you as a genuine, authentic, and enthusiastic supporter of our beloved Republic and what it truly means to be an American…
I thought it appropriate on this, the 75th Anniversary of the D-day landings in Normandy….the beginning of the end of the vile evil and scourge of WWII…to single out our President’s marvelous commemorative speech, which I feel entirely deserving of it’s own post here in our space.
How good was this speech? A: even CNN’s Bob Costa praised it.
Prior to that text, however, I have taken the liberty of including what I feel are the three most important scenes from what is unquestionably and inarguably one of the finest films ever made on the subject of D-day and the momentous few days following it…Saving Private Ryan.
Not because of the film’s fictional plot, but rather because of the profound ideas and deep emotions the film so accurately and indelibly captures throughout. And it is these things that were so perfectly captured in President Trump’s remarks made today in Normandy.
I place these videos here so that they might appropriately place you correctly in both heart and mind to fully appreciate President’s historic remarks delivered today overlooking one of the landing sites.
Thank a vet….never forget.
President Trump remarks…
“President Macron, Mrs. Macron, and the people of France; to the First Lady of the United States and members of the United States Congress; to distinguished guests, veterans, and my fellow Americans:
We are gathered here on Freedom’s Altar. On these shores, on these bluffs, on this day 75 years ago, 10,000 men shed their blood, and thousands sacrificed their lives, for their brothers, for their countries, and for the survival of liberty.
Today, we remember those who fell, and we honor all who fought right here in Normandy. They won back this ground for civilization.
To more than 170 veterans of the Second World War who join us today: You are among the very greatest Americans who will ever live. You’re the pride of our nation. You are the glory of our republic. And we thank you from the bottom of our hearts.
Here with you are over 60 veterans who landed on D-Day. Our debt to you is everlasting. Today, we express our undying gratitude.
When you were young, these men enlisted their lives in a Great Crusade — one of the greatest of all times. Their mission is the story of an epic battle and the ferocious, eternal struggle between good and evil.
On the 6th of June, 1944, they joined a liberation force of awesome power and breathtaking scale. After months of planning, the Allies had chosen this ancient coastline to mount their campaign to vanquish the wicked tyranny of the Nazi empire from the face of the Earth.
The battle began in the skies above us. In those first tense midnight hours, 1,000 aircraft roared overhead with 17,000 Allied airborne troops preparing to leap into the darkness beyond these trees.
Then came dawn. The enemy who had occupied these heights saw the largest naval armada in the history of the world. Just a few miles offshore were 7,000 vessels bearing 130,000 warriors. They were the citizens of free and independent nations, united by their duty to their compatriots and to millions yet unborn.
There were the British, whose nobility and fortitude saw them through the worst of Dunkirk and the London Blitz. The full violence of Nazi fury was no match for the full grandeur of British pride.
There were the Canadians, whose robust sense of honor and loyalty compelled them to take up arms alongside Britain from the very, very beginning.
There were the fighting Poles, the tough Norwegians, and the intrepid Aussies. There were the gallant French commandos, soon to be met by thousands of their brave countrymen ready to write a new chapter in the long history of French valor.
And, finally, there were the Americans. They came from the farms of a vast heartland, the streets of glowing cities, and the forges of mighty industrial towns. Before the war, many had never ventured beyond their own community. Now they had come to offer their lives half a world from home.
This beach, codenamed Omaha, was defended by the Nazis with monstrous firepower, thousands and thousands of mines and spikes driven into the sand, so deeply. It was here that tens of thousands of the Americans came.
The GIs who boarded the landing craft that morning knew that they carried on their shoulders not just the pack of a soldier, but the fate of the world. Colonel George Taylor, whose 16th Infantry Regiment would join in the first wave, was asked: What would happen if the Germans stopped right then and there, cold on the beach — just stopped them? What would happen? This great American replied: “Why, the 18th Infantry is coming in right behind us. The 26th Infantry will come on too. Then there is the 2nd Infantry Division already afloat. And the 9th Division. And the 2nd Armored. And the 3rd Armored. And all the rest. Maybe the 16th won’t make it, but someone will.”
One of those men in Taylor’s 16th Regiment was Army medic Ray Lambert. Ray was only 23, but he had already earned three Purple Hearts and two Silver Stars fighting in North Africa and Sicily, where he and his brother Bill, no longer with us, served side by side.
In the early morning hours, the two brothers stood together on the deck of the USS Henrico, before boarding two separate Higgins landing craft. “If I don’t make it,” Bill said, “please, please take care of my family.” Ray asked his brother to do the same.
Of the 31 men on Ray’s landing craft, only Ray and 6 others made it to the beach. There were only a few of them left. They came to the sector right here below us. “Easy Red” it was called. Again and again, Ray ran back into the water. He dragged out one man after another. He was shot through the arm. His leg was ripped open by shrapnel. His back was broken. He nearly drowned.
He had been on the beach for hours, bleeding and saving lives, when he finally lost consciousness. He woke up the next day on a cot beside another badly wounded soldier. He looked over and saw his brother Bill. They made it. They made it. They made it.
At 98 years old, Ray is here with us today, with his fourth Purple Heart and his third Silver Star from Omaha. Ray, the free world salutes you. Thank you, Ray.
Nearly two hours in, unrelenting fire from these bluffs kept the Americans pinned down on the sand now red with our heroes’ blood. Then, just a few hundred yards from where I’m standing, a breakthrough came. The battle turned, and with it, history.
Down on the beach, Captain Joe Dawson, the son of a Texas preacher, led Company G through a minefield to a natural fold in the hillside, still here. Just beyond this path to my right, Captain Dawson snuck beneath an enemy machine gun perch and tossed his grenades. Soon, American troops were charging up “Dawson’s Draw.” What a job he did. What bravery he showed.
Lieutenant Spalding and the men from Company E moved on to crush the enemy strongpoint on the far side of this cemetery, and stop the slaughter on the beach below. Countless more Americans poured out across this ground all over the countryside. They joined fellow American warriors from Utah beach, and Allies from Juno, Sword, and Gold, along with the airborne and the French patriots.
Private First Class Russell Pickett, of the 29th Division’s famed 116th Infantry Regiment, had been wounded in the first wave that landed on Omaha Beach. At a hospital in England, Private Pickett vowed to return to battle. “I’m going to return,” he said. “I’m going to return.”
Six days after D-Day, he rejoined his company. Two thirds had been killed already; many had been wounded, within 15 minutes of the invasion. They’d lost 19 just from small town of Bedford, Virginia, alone. Before long, a grenade left Private Pickett again gravely wounded. So badly wounded. Again, he chose to return. He didn’t care; he had to be here.
He was then wounded a third time, and laid unconscious for 12 days. They thought he was gone. They thought he had no chance. Russell Pickett is the last known survivor of the legendary Company A. And, today, believe it or not, he has returned once more to these shores to be with his comrades. Private Pickett, you honor us all with your presence.
By the fourth week of August, Paris was liberated. Some who landed here pushed all the way to the center of Germany. Some threw open the gates of Nazi concentration camps to liberate Jews who had suffered the bottomless horrors of the Holocaust. And some warriors fell on other fields of battle, returning to rest on this soil for eternity.
Before this place was consecrated to history, the land was owned by a French farmer, a member of the French resistance. These were great people. These were strong and tough people. His terrified wife waited out D-Day in a nearby house, holding tight to their little baby girl. The next day, a soldier appeared. “I’m an American,” he said. “I’m here to help.” The French woman was overcome with emotion and cried. Days later, she laid flowers on fresh American graves.
Today, her granddaughter, Stefanie, serves as a guide at this cemetery. This week, Stefanie led 92-year-old Marian Wynn of California to see the grave of her brother Don for the very first time.
Marian and Stefanie are both with us today. And we thank you for keeping alive the memories of our precious heroes. Thank you.
9,388 young Americans rest beneath the white crosses and Stars of David arrayed on these beautiful grounds. Each one has been adopted by a French family that thinks of him as their own. They come from all over France to look after our boys. They kneel. They cry. They pray. They place flowers. And they never forget. Today, America embraces the French people and thanks you for honoring our beloved dead. Thank you.
To all of our friends and partners: Our cherished alliance was forged in the heat of battle, tested in the trials of war, and proven in the blessings of peace. Our bond is unbreakable.
From across the Earth, Americans are drawn to this place as though it were a part of our very soul. We come not only because of what they did here. We come because of who they were.
They were young men with their entire lives before them. They were husbands who said goodbye to their young brides and took their duty as their fate. They were fathers who would never meet their infant sons and daughters because they had a job to do. And with God as their witness, they were going to get it done. They came wave after wave, without question, without hesitation, and without complaint.
More powerful than the strength of American arms was the strength of American hearts.
These men ran through the fires of hell moved by a force no weapon could destroy: the fierce patriotism of a free, proud, and sovereign people. They battled not for control and domination, but for liberty, democracy, and self-rule.
They pressed on for love in home and country — the Main Streets, the schoolyards, the churches and neighbors, the families and communities that gave us men such as these.
They were sustained by the confidence that America can do anything because we are a noble nation, with a virtuous people, praying to a righteous God.
The exceptional might came from a truly exceptional spirit. The abundance of courage came from an abundance of faith. The great deeds of an Army came from the great depths of their love.
As they confronted their fate, the Americans and the Allies placed themselves into the palm of God’s hand.
The men behind me will tell you that they are just the lucky ones. As one of them recently put it, “All the heroes are buried here.” But we know what these men did. We knew how brave they were. They came here and saved freedom, and then, they went home and showed us all what freedom is all about.
The American sons and daughters who saw us to victory were no less extraordinary in peace. They built families. They built industries. They built a national culture that inspired the entire world. In the decades that followed, America defeated communism, secured civil rights, revolutionized science, launched a man to the moon, and then kept on pushing to new frontiers. And, today, America is stronger than ever before.
Seven decades ago, the warriors of D-Day fought a sinister enemy who spoke of a thousand-year empire. In defeating that evil, they left a legacy that will last not only for a thousand years, but for all time — for as long as the soul knows of duty and honor; for as long as freedom keeps its hold on the human heart.
To the men who sit behind me, and to the boys who rest in the field before me, your example will never, ever grow old. Your legend will never tire. Your spirit — brave, unyielding, and true — will never die.
The blood that they spilled, the tears that they shed, the lives that they gave, the sacrifice that they made, did not just win a battle. It did not just win a war. Those who fought here won a future for our nation. They won the survival of our civilization. And they showed us the way to love, cherish, and defend our way of life for many centuries to come.
Today, as we stand together upon this sacred Earth, we pledge that our nations will forever be strong and united. We will forever be together. Our people will forever be bold. Our hearts will forever be loyal. And our children, and their children, will forever and always be free.
May God bless our great veterans. May God bless our Allies. May God bless the heroes of D-Day. And may God bless America.”
No words can explain the impact of a personal visit to Normandy.
World leaders arrived to commemorate the 75th anniversary of the Allied Invasion. Amid the swirl of media, prayers, laying of wreaths, and festivities, let’s not forget why we gather…. and why we chose to fight.
Here is a map to get you oriented. Our President Trump and President Macron of France will be at: Location: Colleville-sur-Mer (Calvados) 🇺🇸 🇫🇷 Link
– 11:00 am: Franco-American binational ceremony at the military cemetery, in the presence of US President and France President.
Notice how many 90+yr old veterans still stand for our National Anthem.
Here is the link from EURONews, a good smooth stream. It’s about 90 minutes long and activity starts at about 24 minutes when Presidents Macron and Trump appear:
President Trump’s speech is moving. Husband broke down and cried three times.
Today President Trump stood in the American Cemetery and Memorial above Ohama Beach, where 2,000 of his countrymen lost their lives, and described it as ‘Freedom’s Altar’ during a poignant ceremony where he hugged US veterans and President Macron.
He said: ‘On these shores on this day 75 years ago, ten thousand men shed their blood – and thousands sacrificed their lives-for their brothers, for their countries, and for the survival of liberty’.
In an extraordinary moment President Trump stopped his speech to embrace veteran Russell Pickett, 94, who was a 19-year-old private during the landings at Omaha, telling him: ‘Russell Picket is the last known survivor of the legendary company A. Today, believe it or not, he has returned once more to these shores to be with his comrades. Private Picket, you honor us all with your presence.’
President Macron whispered in Mr Pickett’s ear and helped him to his feet before the leader of free world hugged him. Link
With hundreds of D-Day veterans on the stage, President Trump presented 5 Americans to President Macron, who awarded them the Legion of Honor. The man in the light Khaki Jacket is wearing a hat, denoting his participation in The Battle of the Bulge, all he way to Berlin. Could have been my Father-in-law, who landed at Omaha, survived, and went all the way…….
Official PRESIDENTIAL SCHEDULE ~ Day 4
2:05am EST / 7:05am IST THE PRESIDENT and THE FIRST LADY depart Trump International Doonbeg en route to Shannon Airport, Shannon, Ireland, Doonbeg, Ireland
2:25am EST / 7:25am IST The PRESIDENT and THE FIRST LADY arrive at Shannon Airport, Shannon, Ireland
2:35am EST / 7:35am IST THE PRESIDENT and THE FIRST LADY depart Shannon Airport en route to Caen – Carpiquet Airport, Caen, France, Shannon, Ireland
4:00am EST / 10:00am CEST THE PRESIDENT and THE FIRST LADY arrive at Caen – Carpiquet Airport, Caen, France
4:10am EST / 10:10am CEST THE PRESIDENT and THE FIRST LADY depart Caen, France, en route to Normandy American Cemetery Landing Zone, Colleville-sur-Mer, France, Caen, France
The awaiting crowd was quite large with hundreds of veterans on stage.
4:30am EST / 10:30am CEST THE PRESIDENT and THE FIRST LADY arrive at Normandy American Cemetery Landing Zone, Colleville-sur-Mer, France
♦5:00am EST / 11:00am CEST THE PRESIDENT and THE FIRST LADY participate in the 75th Commemoration of D-Day, Colleville-sur-Mer, France
The President was gracious and warm to returning veterans.
US veteran Jack Gutman, who was 18-years-old when he landed on Omaha Beach on June 6, 1944, wipes away tears during a ceremony at the American Cemetery in Colleville-sur-Mer, north-western France this morning
Look at the photo above, the one on the left. Impossible to escape the power of President Trump. In fact, look at all the photos and notice the body language of others, as they orient towards him. Stunning……
6:00am EST / 12:00pm CEST THE PRESIDENT and THE FIRST LADY participate in the Omaha Beach Briefing and Fly-Over Viewing, Colleville-sur-Mer, France
6:10am EST / 12:10pm CEST THE PRESIDENT and THE FIRST LADY participate in a viewing of the Normandy American Cemetery, Colleville-sur-Mer, France
6:25am EST / 12:25pm CEST THE PRESIDENT and THE FIRST LADY depart Colleville-sur-Mer, France, en route to Caen – Carpiquet Airport, Caen, France, Colleville-sur-Mer, France
6:45am EST / 12:45pm CEST THE PRESIDENT and THE FIRST LADY arrive at Caen – Carpiquet Airport, Caen, France
6:55am EST / 12:55pm CEST THE PRESIDENT and THE FIRST LADY depart Caen – Carpiquet Airport en route to the Prefecture of Calvados, Caen, France
7:10am EST / 1:10pm CEST THE PRESIDENT and THE FIRST LADY arrive at the Prefecture of Calvados, Caen, France
7:30am EST / 1:30pm CEST THE PRESIDENT participates in a bilateral meeting with the President of the French Republic, Caen, France LINK
8:05am EST / 2:05pm CEST THE PRESIDENT participates in a working lunch with the President of the French Republic, Caen, France
8:50am EST / 2:50pm CEST THE PRESIDENT and THE FIRST LADY depart the Prefecture of Calvados en route to Caen – Carpiquet Airport, Caen, France
9:05am EST / 3:05pm CEST THE PRESIDENT and THE FIRST LADY arrive at Caen – Carpiquet Airport, Caen, France
9:15am EST / 3:15pm CEST THE PRESIDENT and THE FIRST LADY depart Caen – Carpiquet Airport en route to Shannon Airport, Caen, France
10:50am EST / 3:50pm IST THE PRESIDENT and THE FIRST LADY arrive at Shannon Airport, Shannon, Ireland
11:00am EST / 4:00pm IST THE PRESIDENT and THE FIRST LADY depart Shannon, Ireland, en route to Trump International Landing Zone, Doonbeg, Ireland, Shannon, Ireland
11:20am EST / 4:20pm IST THE PRESIDENT and THE FIRST LADY arrive at Trump International Doonbeg Landing Zone, Doonbeg, Ireland
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Take a look, though, at the other events scheduled…….in France. The ceremony in Britain, Staffordshire, attended by Prince William is below. Another event at Chelsea Hospital was led by Prince Harry. Location: Arromanches-les-Bains (Calvados) – 09:15 am: mass in the church.
– 10:30 am: Dutch ceremony. Information: +33 (0)2 31 22 34 31.
– 02:15 pm: inauguration of the Garden of Memory.
– 03:15 pm: British ceremony. Information: +33 (0)2 31 22 34 31.
– 05:00 pm: parade of vintage vehicles in the city center.
– 09:00 pm: concert on the theme of the 1940s, followed by fireworks. Location: Asnelles (Calvados)
– 08:45 am: historical hike of 20 kilometers to Port-en-Bessin (arrival at 17h00) in the footsteps of 47 Royal Marine Commando. Departure at the main car park, next to the bunker. Information: +33 (0) 2 31 21 92 33. Location: Bayeux (Calvados)
– 10:00 am: British ceremony at the cathedral, attended by British and French authorities. Information: +33 (0)1 44 51 33 39.
After the Cathedral service, the bagpipers led the procession.
– 12:15 pm: ceremony at the British military cemetery in the presence of civil and military authorities. Information: +33 (0)1 44 51 33 39.
In Bayeux, 6yr old George Sayer wears his uncle’s medals as young and old gather to remember the impact of D-Day.
Location: Bénouville (Calvados)
– 10:30 am: parade of the children of Bénouville and flowering of the British graves of the cemetery. Information: +33 (0)2 31 44 62 01.
– 11:15 am: arrival of 186 runners of the Veteran’s Charity Forces March.
– 12:45 pm: parade of veterans of the town hall at Pegasus Bridge.
– 01:00 pm: ceremony at Signal Monument, esplanade of Major Howard.
– 01:15 pm: inauguration of the “Pegasus Bridge: Peace Bridge between peoples”.
– 01:45 pm: ecumenical ceremony in front of the town hall.
– 02:15 pm: wreath laying at the 7th Para Battalion stele.
– 02:30 pm: wine reception at the multipurpose room.
– 04:00 pm: wreath laying at Commando Monument No. 4 in the presence of veterans near Pegasus Bridge.
Soldiers from The Rifles and the Army Air Corps also gathered at the iconic World War II site of Pegasus Bridge to commemorate the actions of their predecessors, The Oxfordshire and Buckinghamshire Light Infantry and Glider Pilot Regiment, 75 years ago Location: Bernières-sur-Mer (Calvados)
– 8:00 am: commemorative ceremony at the Maison des Canadiens, 32 Promenade des Français.
– 09:30 am: ceremony at the monument of 288, route de Bény.
– 11:30 am: ceremony at the Canadian Monument, rue Queen’s own rifles of Canada.
– 9:00 pm: commemorative ceremony at the Maison des Canadiens, 32 Promenade des Français.
Location: Caen (Calvados)
– Schedules to be specified: ceremony in homage to the shots of the Prison of Caen in the presence of the families of the victims. Ceremonies in tribute to civilian victims, Caen Castle and Avenue de la Liberation in the presence of veterans and British authorities. Location: Carentan-les-Marais (Manche) – Théâtre de Carentan – Rue de la Halle – 09:00 pm: French play “Les Voilà!“, Written to commemorate the anniversary of the Normandy landings. Free admission. Location: Colleville-Montgomery (Calvados) 🇫🇷
– 04:00 pm: ceremony in honor of the French Kieffer commando, Norman Resisters and civilian victims, in the presence of French President Emmanuel Macron. Information and registration: click here. Location: Colleville-sur-Mer (Calvados) 🇺🇸 🇫🇷
– 11:00 am: Franco-American binational ceremony at the military cemetery, in the presence of US President and France President. Information: dday75@abmc.gov. Registration: http://bit.ly/2IGdoHL. Location: Courseulles-sur-Mer (Calvados) – 12:00 pm: Franco-Canadian binational ceremony at the Juno Beach Center. Information: vac.ddaymedia-mediajourj.acc@canada.ca – +33 (0)1 44 43 22 58.
– 06:00 pm: International D-Day Ceremony, in the presence of Heads of State and Government, at the Juno Beach Center. Information and registration: click here.
Prime Minister Justin Trudeau wipes a tear during his tribute speech.
Everyone cried at Juno Beach……… Location: Douvres-la-Délivrande (Calvados)
– 03:00 pm: commemorative ceremony in Tailleville. Location: Langrune-sur-Mer (Calvados)
– 06:30 pm: flags ceremony and parade in the city center. Location: Osmanville (Calvados)
– 10:30 am: ceremony at the communal cemetery of the hamlet of Saint-Clément in the presence of Norwegian and French authorities. Information: +33 (0)1 44 43 22 58. Location: Ouistreham (Calvados)
– 10:30 am: wreath laying ceremony at the Commandos Memorial.
– 10:45 am: inauguration of the statue of Commander Philippe Kieffer at the Commandos Memorial.
– 11:00 am: traditional ceremony of the Lorient Marines School, on the beach. Location: Ranville (Calvados)
– 09:30 am: reception of veterans, speeches, national anthems and wreath laying in front of the commemorative plaque, crossroads of June 6th. Information: + 33 (0)2 31 78 76 08.
– 10:00 am: religious office
– 11:00 am: wreath laying at the monument to the French dead and the Belgian souvenir plaque.
– 11.15 am: souvenir service at the British military cemetery.
– 12:15 pm: wine reception at Henri Robin Hall. Location: Saint-Aubin-sur-Mer (Calvados)
– 09:30 am: ecumenical ceremony on Nan Red Beach.
– 10:30 am: commemorative ceremony at Square des Canadiens.
– 11:45 am: tribute to civilian victims, organized at the cemetery.
– 02:00 pm: historical hike in the footsteps of the North Shore Regiment, in the direction of Tailleville (town of Douvres-la-Délivrande). Location: Saint-James (Manche)
– 11:00 am: commemorative ceremony at the American military cemetery, in the presence of veterans. Location: Sainte-Marie-du-Mont (Manche) – Utah Beach – 08:45 am: ceremony in honor of the tactical and strategic leaders of Operation Overlord at the Major Dick monument Richard Winters “Leadership” monument, 913 provincial road (“route départementale“) to Utah Beach. Organization: Association D-Day Overlord. All available places have already been distributed, it is no longer possible to register for this event. Only veterans and their escorts will be allowed by the police to enter the ceremony: click here.
– 09:15 am: ceremony at the French-Danish monument. Information: : RJ.Essink@mindef.nl – +31 40 2665101.
– 05:00 pm: ceremony near the Utah Beach museum. Information: +33 (0)2 33 71 53 35. Location: Sainte-Mère-Eglise (Manche)
– 02:00 pm: demonstration commented and animated by reenactors on the embarkation of paratroopers in period dress, church square.
– 04:00 pm: ceremony at the stele of Alexandre Renaud, former mayor of Sainte-Mère-Eglise.
– 04:30 pm: mass in the church.
– 05:30 pm: ceremony at the monument of AVA, place of June 6th.
– 08:30 pm: concert for peace, place of June 6th.
Paratroopers filled the sky and a concert is planned for tonight. A Boy Scout troop from Connecticut traveled to France to participate in the events.
Location: Ver-sur-Mer (Calvados) 🇬🇧 🇫🇷
– 08:30 am: Franco-British binational ceremony on the occasion of the inauguration of the British Normandy Memorial, in the presence of British Prime Minister and France’s President. Information: +33 (0)1 44 51 33 39.
This is the beach at Arromanches or GOLD Beach.
Back in Britain, Prince William spoke at the National Arboretum in Staffordshire.
The monument at the National Arboretum lists every service member killed since WW2. William laid a wreath.
June 6, 1944, at 6:26AM, the first soldier set foot on French soil to begin the campaign. Many paratroopers from the 2nd and 101st were already in the air. Don’t ever forget the paratroopers. This guy is 97years old. He parachuted into France on D-Day and he did it again YESTERDAY.
Utah Beach –
Sword Beach
GOLD Beach
Omaha Beach
Juno Beach
A wreath lies on the stretch of France’s Normandy coast that was code-named “Juno Beach” when some 14,000 Canadian soldiers stormed ashore on June 6, 1944 as part of the allied D-Day landings. The inscription on the wreath says, “Thank you for our freedom.”
The logistics of today’s events across all beaches are mind-boggling, but nowhere nearly as difficult as it was on June 5, 1944, trying to get across the channel.
Remarkably, the day was devoid of POLITICS and nastiness.
Yet one veteran couldn’t help himself. He was too excited to see our President. THIS guy is from Pennsylvania, and told the President he was voting for him in 2020.
Trump’s the MAN……. yet poised enough to stop and thank the brave men and women of D-Day, and thank GOD for the success of Operation Overlord.
May we never forget WHY we fought……
