Good topic. I don’t but many do.
There was once a woman named Hillary Clinton who wanted to be president.
But to accomplish her goal, she adopted the method of lying, constantly, and then lying to cover her lies.
When the time came for her to be elected, she lost because enough people realized that the first and foremost quality of a leader is trustworthiness.
These instances have happened in broad daylight and yes, I was sober. The last time it happened I told myself not turn around, be sure, test it. I slowed down my pace until I was barely walking and still, I heard the crunching of footsteps coming up on me.
It's strange because there is a creepy feeling associated with it that tells me it's not just another hiker getting ready to pass me, something is different, it's like the person is following only a few feet away but, won't overtake me.
Anyway that last time, I thought, I've tested this enough, it can't be acoustic echos, somebody is right on my heels, only.... I stopped turned around and the trail was as empty as far as I could see down it.
I know, it sounds like the ravings of a lunatic. No need to point that out.
I looked at your “In Forum” history
The great wonder of contemporary American politics is how Barack Hussein Obama got elected to the Office of President in the first place. It is a curiosity, to say the least.
After four years of getting to know the mysterious stranger in the White House, Americans are wondering why they voted for Obama. Voter remorse has never been higher and we are still troubled by serious questions that refuse to go away:
- Is Barack Obama a natural born citizen? Is he even eligible to be president?
- Why can’t we see his college transcripts or get to the bottom of his multiple social security numbers? Why is he so secretive about his past?
- Is Obama trying to transform America into a socialist state?
- Why are his programs and policies so destructive?
- What is Obama really up to?
Nobody outside of Obama’s inner circle knows the answers to these questions. Obama’s life experiences and beliefs are strange and unfamiliar to ordinary Americans. Any inquiry into his past becomes a journey into a land of unicorns and Alinsky, leftist indoctrination and black liberation theology, radicalism and the politics of race.
Obama’s mysterious origins and history might be amusing if their implications were not so serious. But we Americans do not dwell exclusively on the serious. We have in our national DNA an eagerness to look on the humorous side of things, and to laugh out loud at ourselves—and especially at our politicians. Like no other nation on earth, we mercilessly lampoon, spoof, tease, expose, lambaste, roast and ridicule our political leaders. Most of them richly deserve what they get.
We’ve had great fun with Nixon, Carter, Reagan, Clinton and Bushes I and II. And now it’s Obama’s rightful turn. American society is infinitely improved when we carefully scrutinize our elected officials and measure them against our standards for justice and reason. And especially when we examine them through the bold lens of satire.
No president before Barack Hussein Obama has created such a satire-rich political environment for himself. In addition to his blundering policies, he has populated his administration with a rogue’s gallery of radical characters and clowns.
Under Obama, American government has become a circus—a surreal Kafkaesque wonderland of farce and fable. We are the bewildered guests at the Mad Hatter’s tea party. Up is down and down is up. No one takes our government seriously any more.
It is true that Obama inherited a terrible mess from his predecessors. But Obama was voted in to fix these problems and restore the ship of state instead of running it headlong into the iceberg of reality.
The administration’s inexperience, bungling, cover-ups, corruption, incompetence, blind ideology, destructiveness and unintended comic relief are of truly historic dimension.
The Obama administration is a target-rich environment for critical commentary, but it is also a minefield for those who dare to tread within striking distance. Critics of the regime are automatically slandered as racist and savaged in the digital courtrooms of the mainstream media.
Freedom of speech carries a steep price in today’s politically correct America. But even these grave offenses can be made to boomerang under the magnifying lens of satire. I would like to thank Obama’s Marxist mentor, Saul Alinsky, for providing the political framework for this book, and especially for Rules for Radicals Tactics Rule No. 5: “Ridicule is man’s most potent weapon. It is almost impossible to counterattack ridicule. Also, it infuriates the opposition, who then react to your advantage.”
The most biting satire wields the sting of truth at its core. George Orwell, author of the famed dystopia, Nineteen Eighty-Four, with its culture of doublespeak and Big Brother, said, “During times of universal deceit, telling the truth becomes a revolutionary act.”
This book is a revolutionary act. We live in a time when those who love the United States of America must fight to preserve her sacred truths and founding principles. The Tree of Liberty requires refreshment once again.
The Patriots of Lost in Zombieland have heard the call, and we will charge into the breech, armed with cynicism and satire, to battle the dark forces of progressive politics. Our powder is dry, our flasks are full, and our humor is primed and ready.
John Thompson Hatter. Lost in Zombieland (Kindle Locations 117-129).
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Personal stores not many have been told.
Driving alone on a Saturday afternoon, stopped at a red light. Heard my brother say “(my name)don’t” It was clear as a bell, his voice. Needless to say I was shaking and found it necessary to pull into a lot and compose myself. After all, we were expecting dinner guests that evening and there was so much to do to prepare. The incident remembered, and put in the corner of my mind, but forgotten for the evening. Sunday evening late a phone call - my only brother had committed suicide.
Another tale - since junior/high school and studying Civics, I realized that our government has always been one of balance and nothing permanent. It was felt that during my lifetime the disintegration of our country would be seen. At that time the decision was made that I would never take responsibility of bring another victim into existence. A vow kept.
There are others but none as powerful to me as these two.
Here’s one under the category a one in 200,000,000 coincidence. I was seated in a Starbucks (this was before I swore off ever going there) having a coffee when a man carrying a briefcase walked up to my table. “Are you Richard,” he asked. “Yes,” I replied. He then asked, “Richard and stating my last name?” “Yes,” I replied: He had stated both my first and last name correctly, but I had never seen or spoken to him in my life. It just so happened that he had a client with exactly the same name as I, who was to have met at that Starbucks at that precise time. The odds against this happening has to be in the same range as winning a super lottery, or perhaps even more unlikely.
He was a giant and our 68 Camaro went right under his arm. We screeched to a stop and looked back - gone - he was simply not where he was a second before. We later estimated his height at 11 feet because his arm nearly reached to the center divided.
Here goes, my husband has extreme food allergies but I don’t. We were at a party and I was talking to this guy and all of a sudden I felt like I couldn’t breathe.
I’m not the type to take pills or panic like I was but I just felt I couldn’t catch my breath.
I went out to my car to get a Benadryl. It was in one of those blister packs and I was shaking and I flipped the first one out on the ground. I finally got the second one out and realized that I was fine so I put the pill in my pocket and went back to the party. I walked in the door and my husband walked up to me and said “I can’t breath”.
I gave him the pill in my pocket and ran out and found the one on the ground. Considering the reaction he had even with the Benadryl it may have saved his life and we were able to skip the hospital because he could breath fine by the time we got there but his face, hands and feet remained grossly swollen for 3 days.
I always use the Twilight Zone, Do, do, do, do when I tell this story..
One of my logging customers, while giving me a tour of one of his logging sites, relayed a very detailed and sincere story which took about 45 minutes to tell in full.
In summary, he was descending the logging road we were on about six months prior to my visit. As he was approaching a switchback, a humanoid ran full speed downhill from the woods, across the top road, full stride down the 20-foot drop to the lower road and continued downhill. The logger pulled forward as to be parallel to the running path and saw the pale creature pacing around in a small clearing not 30 yards off the road. Suddenly it disappeared.
He is not a believer in aliens, etc., but that night he went to dinner with his best friend and relayed the experience. The friend convinced him to drive him back to the spot. They were able to find the footprints to the clearing and see the prints pacing in that small clearing, but they could not find any exit prints in any direction.
I was honestly surprised at the sincerity with which he told the story and still don’t know what to make of it, as I’m not an alien guy myself.
I was on the stage in the auditorium of the school where I was teaching.
I wanted to hang some props from it for a stage performance.
The school custodian was with me; I had asked him to lower the *boom* of the stage lighting; You know, the one with the yellow, red and blue lights on it.
He was off to the side, and unwound a sisal rope, tied to a cleat on the wall, through a pulley and on to the lighting.
Of course, I was standing directly under the 15’ of lighting, ready to direct how *low* to go.
Suddenly I felt a strong push from the front on my shoulder. I recoiled back, a step or two; the old decayed rope snapped and the light bar came crashing down; smashing in a thousand pieces.
I was frozen in astonishment; looked at the custodian; he made the sign of the cross. He thought, I was a goner, for sure.
It happened so fast. While I am a believer, I had up until that time, never gave much thought about guardian angels. But from that moment hence, I believe in their existence.
That’s my *strange* story, and I’m stickin’ to it. :)
[As a side note, the school was built on the site of the Hartford Circus fire of 1944, where 167 people died.
The custodian told me later, that at night, when he was alone in the building cleaning, he would *hear* sounds of wailing and crying*. Wind blowing?, I don’t know
When my students heard about my adventure, they told me they knew about the *lost souls* that roamed the building. These elementary school age kids said they saw *ghosts* when they went into a bathroom. I wrote it off as hocus-pocus. Campfire ghost stories that got passed around.]
We live in a 19th century farmhouse. One morning shortly after we moved in our 9 year old son said that he had seen an old woman in his room the night before. He said he first saw her standing by his closet looking at his clothes and that she had come over to the side of his bed where she smoothed his covers as if tucking him in. Then she left the room. He was very matter of fact about her being there, saying he had not been afraid because she “seemed nice”. Our son was not one to make up stories or lie so we were not sure what to think. However since that first visit to our son, we all have stories about the woman who shares our house.
Grew up in a haunted house. Shadow people running around by day. Glowing, floating orbs by night. Not a fan of old houses to this day.
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My son and I encountered a UFO in broad daylight, on a city street.
He was in second grade, and I was walking him home from school.
He pointed up at the sky, saying, “What’s that, Mama?”
It was the weirdest shiny round thing. Sunlight glinted off it.
It was flying maybe 500 feet above and in front of us. We watched it drift slowly lower, like a balloon losing altitude. Then it bobbed and zigzagged, real jerky, and came in close. Now it was maybe 50 feet above and in front of us.
It hovered for a moment, then zoomed in to about 20 feet. We were on the sidewalk. It was right above the parking lot of McDonald’s, near the roof.
It was looking right at us!!
There were people getting out of a car, going in to McDonald’s, but they didn’t seem to notice the UFO hovering a few feet above their heads!
I asked my son if he was seeing this thing. He was.
We could see it clearly, and it looked EXACTLY like a disco ball !! Same size and shape. Perfectly round as a beach ball, but covered with little square shiny mirror thingys.
(I should mention, this happened in the late 1970s. So maybe a disco ball had escaped? LOL.)
But the disco ball had little wiry feet, and a straight-up wire antenna on top.
We just stood there staring.
Then a tiny red light on the front came on and blinked a couple of times, as if it was taking our picture.
Then it zigzagged left, right a few times, went around in a circle, then straight up, and sped off into the clouds and disappeared.
I thought, maybe a weather balloon? But wouldn’t a balloon drift on the wind? This thing moved purposefully, up, down, sideways.
It was motorized. Someone was controlling it.
Could a remote controlled toy fly off into the clouds?
Recently my son and I were reminiscing about this. I told him it must have been a drone. He said no, drones didn’t exist in the 70s.
But maybe the military had them, and the public wasn’t being told yet?
But why did it seem so interested in us?
And why didn’t anyone else see it?
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