If everybody “moves on” nothing will ever change - and America’s very existence is at question; we’re in a critical, critical time.
Somebody needs to step out and expose the whole machine in all its putridity. And there is some safety in numbers.
I don’t know what happened with you (I’d love to hear about it either on the board or privately) but if it was before Ted Cruz was elected and Rand Paul found his balls, it might be that we’ve got new courage to work with - fresh blood that’s not yet spoiled by the DC cesspool. And if so, now is the perfect time for a LOT of people in various situations to come forward (see my last post) - while the threats and seriousness of the regime’s wrong-doing are alive in our minds, and before these people become as slimy as the folks who have been in DC too long.
I just saw a photo of the 8-year-old who was killed in the Boston bombing, waiting for his dad. He looked so innocent and trusting, and the thought of a kid waiting eagerly to see his dad... it reminds me of how satanists and molesters most want to defile that which is pure. The love between a father and son is pure, and our enemies want to defile and destroy that.
I have one question for Michelle Obama: When you were told that Alhamdi was Hamza the son of Osama Bin Laden and went to “comfort” him in the hospital, did you give him a fist bump for the great work he did in killing that 8-year-old boy waiting to see his dad cross the finish line?
If we let scum like this go unchecked we are letting the whole idea of father-son, family love die with that 8-year-old. We must NOT give in to cynicism and go silent. We HAVE to fight. Too much is at stake. If we don’t rise up in response to Boston, we will soon have Beslan.
"Fuggitaboudit, Jake. It's Chinatown." My story in a nutshell: it involved an administration and an agency I very much admired and trusted. It involved historic personages, presented to this very today, as shining paragons of virtue. Organizations and people I had known, worked with for years, and fully expected their unflagging support. Promises of protection from on high, by people much like the good Rep. Gowdy. People who simply had no idea of the immensity, the gravity of the situation at hand, and who inevitably decided not to go the distance. Guess who got left out front. Leading the parade, all by his lonesome.
The reality: you're a gas bubble. An irritant. You've interrupted the smooth ebb and flow of a federal bureaucrat's daily existence. You've forced supervisors to make a decision, go on record, engage in confrontational meetings. Produce reports. Do their job. No more leisurely lunch dates with the cognoscenti in the Senate cafeteria. You've cast a pall over their pleasant little golf outings. What evolves is an overwhelming desire to "make it all go away." There's a reason you're called a "whistleblower." It's a pejorative. Welcome to Chinatown.