You can’t debate Elizabeth Warren or any fool who agrees with her.  That’s a SL of fools, by the way. Warren is as immoral as any thug who robs a store at gunpoint. Except a gunman has some redeeming value. He knows he’s risking his life when he breaks the law. At the very least he knows he will live in fear of being pursued, caught and placed in a cage. Or worse, that he might be shot dead by a vigilant storekeeper. A thief has skin in the game — his skin. Warren’s skin hasn’t bled an ounce of sweat or risked anything on behalf this country or its people. And, unlike a prison inmate, a Socialist like Warren can’t be rehabilitated. She in fact has diminished America by infecting young minds with her perverse dogma. An intellectual sociopath, she and her ilk are the very kind of beings who kept millions of people enslaved for most of human history. Call them whatever name suits you — tyrant, king, emperor, baron, lord, despot, dictator, autocrat, fascist. Pick one. At the point of a gun,  bullies — and  Warren is one — despise individuals of real accomplishment. They hate achievers who create, build and produce. They reject the essence of America’s greatness — individual sovereignty. They envy what they are not and can never be; so they seek to level the playing field through the exercise of administrative power.  Warren is the classic ideologue. A mouthpiece for centuries of failure. It’s not unusual to see a narcissist rise out of academia. Obama did. Now Warren. A self-loving, vainglorious teacher loves nothing more than power over virgin minds. And now she feeds her self importance as a U.S. Senator, giving you insight into why the 17th Amendment should be repealed, and why you need to avoid Massachusetts at all costs. An especially pernicious virus must have rendered many thousands of its citizens brain dead during the 2012  election. One of the first native Americans to visit Greensboro’s A&T University, Pocahontas pushed her “tax the wealthy” plan to rescue America’s floundering economy and fully fund the national takeover of the finest healthcare system in the world. Naturally, she chose the A&T venue to promise $50 billion in additional federal support for A&T and other historically black colleges and universities. Her primarily African American audience cheered. No kidding. As you can recall, they haven’t raised so much as an eyebrow to know that AA unemployment is at an all time low. Warren isn’t a bit interested in African American achievement and ensuing economic rewards based on their merit. She would much rather give handouts to all minorities to keep them “beholden to their betters.” Meanwhile, African Americans and other so-called minorities are fleeing the Plantation and the Culture of Dependency in record numbers. These doers like Candace Owens definitely are not popular in their communities — not like black professional athletes who can make millions, bitch about racism and discrimination and snub the White House as they tool around in their hot wheels and imported threads. While Warren falsely condescends to minorities, she oozes out overtures to women voters, exercising her most urgently sincere style — as if speaking to a classroom full of toddlers. She seems so caring, so protective of equality, so quietly persuasive in the pursuit of “fairness.” These, of course are the exact characteristics of every famous serial killer. But yours is just one opinion. The human race is nothing, if not gullible. Regular folks crucified Christ. Good, sturdy German people were mesmerized by a house painter. Millions voted for arch criminal Hillary Clinton. Seriously. Bright people you know gave money to prissy Mitt Romney so he could pretend to duel with Obama. If millions of people believe they have the right to free education, health care, housing, etc, — why, you’re not at all surprised. If citizens didn’t believe in free stuff, you wouldn’t have Warren and other do-nothings raising millions and appearing on talk shows. And, believe it or not, Matilda, people out there listen. Since you can’t change the human race, you are left to make a wish. You wish Warren would sit for a debate with Jordan Peterson, the Canadian clinical psychologist of some repute. The subject would be “The Rights of the American People.” The debate would be held in a classroom and the audience would be 6th graders — yes,  including all ethnicity and gender. The adolescent audience would require that both parties avoid getting caught up in scientific or political weeds, but gear their remarks toward real world common sense. The dress code would be casual. The moderator would be Chief Justice John Roberts. This idea is not entirely nonsensical; but something tells you it finally would put a presidential candidate in front of an objective jury.

Where and how to begin on Halloween night. That’s easy. You don’t make or lose money for being right or wrong, or for making judgments or predictions. As a deplorable, you have no “insider” information. Still, you predicted Romney’s embarrassing collapse, face to face and in writing to Romney “handlers.” You were right about why Trump was the right choice when 99% of pundits, all the pollsters and many friends and family members said he was the wrong choice. You were right to accuse Obama of being an anti-American, Islamic loving, narcissistic empty suit — before he was elected. You were right to accuse the NRCC of not wanting the benefit of your opinion — only the benefit of your money. And now you will make some of those extreme statements that could leave you with permanent egg on your face. It’s worth the risk. Anyone who thinks the impeachment proceeding against Donald is about impeachment is totally unzipped. Anyone who believes that the charges of collusion with Russia, or the payoff to Stormy Daniels, or the alleged quid pro quo with Ukraine, would bring down Donald, is out to lunch. The Lefties — Democrats, Media Industrial Complex, Deep State, secret GOP Trump Haters — all know Donald will finish his term and be on the ballot in 2020. They also know that the majority of American people don’t read and don’t investigate anything the Media dishes out. The attack on Donald has one purpose and one purpose only — simply to energize the Lefty base and to create doubt, enough doubt among enough Trump supporters, to take the White House, take the Senate and keep the House — to make a clean sweep — and eliminate the threat to their cushy occupations. Oh happy day for millennials who want free stuff. For females who want free birth control, including free abortion. Leeches who want free health care. Big Banks who want guarantees. Socialists who want open borders. Corporate bigwigs who want insider influence. Government unions who want entitlements. Government bureaucrats who “earn” six figures doing nothing. Oh Happy Day! The Democrats must win in 2020. They must win — no matter the cost. Any cost. Any behavior. But if they don’t, get ready for the aftershock. The trusting public will guess that Democrats  finally will get the message, will grin, bear it and pull in their horns. Anyone who believes that lunacy is truly lost in left field. Because as Trump continues to prime the pump, swamp dwellers will counterattack with a vengeance, counting on Mainstream Media to do their dirty work —  to disrupt, delay or suppress his plans. Get ready. Win or lose, The Left is like Freddie Krueger, Jason, Chucky and Dracula, combined. They are the walking dead. Although you supported Donald from the get-go and trust his instincts, you do think he missed a golden opportunity to make history, grab headlines and energize his base to a fever pitch. Now it’s too late. When impeachment became a daily headline, pushing aside real news, Donald should have called a press conference and said the following:

“Ladies and Gents, the American people have been abused for years; our Republic has been hijacked by the Democrat controlled House of Representatives and I have been slandered and libeled. On behalf of the American people and much of the world who depend on our stability, we need to promptly end the attempted blackmail by elected officials who swore to uphold The Constitution. For these reasons, I say: Impeach me. Impeach me now — immediately. Do not delay. Let’s get it on. I say to the Democrat Party — and to enabling Republicans — put your money where your mouth is and make your case legally before God and the People. We have a lot of work left to do, to keep America great, to end corruption and restore decency, honesty and due process to this country. We were elected to get things done and need to get back to work, at home and abroad.

Any questions?”

Donald missed his chance to do something no President has ever done. From his base he would have received a standing, protracted ovation. From the media, he would see references to his dementia — and a call for immediate confinement. Psychiatrists would suggest that his speech revealed a narcissistic personality disorder. His missed opportunity, however, means impeachment proceedings will drag on and on. The Dems will milk it for daily media coverage. the House will vote to impeach and the Senate will vote against the articles of impeachment. The corrupt Adam Schiff and all Deep State players, including Hillary Clinton, who have lied and colluded behind the scenes to unseat a sitting President, will walk away, either unscathed, or perhaps with a slap on the wrist. So much for equal justice before the law. This outcome is what’s known in business as a lose/lose situation. The big loser is the “Shining City on a Hill,” — that place for which millions of Americans have been killed and maimed trying to create, improve, protect and preserve. Strap it on. Whether or not you know it, your country is “under siege.”

Ed. Note: Do  Dems have an ace up their sleeve? Does the drive to impeach suggest yet another smoking gun yet to be unveiled? Doubt. It’s a delicious  game to play.

Stephen Vincent Benét wrote the short story The Devil and Daniel Webster. You may be wrong, but you would be surprised if the average 2019 university student has a clue of either man or the work of fiction. To set the stage, Webster was an American statesman when there was such a thing. He served as Secretary of State for three Presidents. Forty-six years after he died, Benet drew first breath in Bethlehem, Pa., attended military school and Yale University where he distinguished himself in literary pursuits. Before he died at 44, he won the Pulitzer Prize for John Brown’s Body and gave tribute to Webster in the short story fantasy that later became a play and then a film. In light of a dehumanized American culture, the erosion of morality and epidemic political corruption, Benet’s literary fantasy speaks to you, not as fiction, but as gut wrenching reality. You may know the story. A New Hampshire farmer sells his soul to The Devil (Mr. Scratch) to gain seven years of immense wealth. When Scratch comes to collect, Webster comes to his defense and makes a deal to defend him before Scratch’s jury of the “quick and the dead” — a deceased pack of American murderers, traitors, pirates and the like. If he lost the case, Webster would be doomed alongside his client. His summation echoes throughout history.

He began: “Gentlemen of the jury, it is my privilege to be addressing  tonight a group of men I’ve long been acquainted with in song and story, but men I had never hoped to see.”

He paused.

They stare back at him, eyes fixed; and one Benedict Arnold slowly starts to raise his head. He continued:

“My worthy opponent, Mr. Scratch, has called you Americans all, and Mr. Scratch was right — you were Americans all. Oh, what a heritage you were born to share. Gentlemen of the jury, I envy you. For you were there at the birth of a mighty Union. It was given to you to hear those first cries of pain — and to behold the shining babe that was born of blood and tears. Tonight, you are called upon to judge a man named Jabez Stone. What is his case? He is accused of breach of contract. He made a deal to find a short cut in his life to get rich quickly — the same deal all of you once made.”

Webster paused here to speak directly to Arnold.

“You, Benedict Arnold … I speak to you first, because you’re better known than all your other colleagues here. What a different song yours could have been. A friend of Washington and LaFayette. A soldier, General Arnold, you fought so gallantly for the American cause,
till — what was the date? Oh, yes — in 1779, a date burned in your heart. The lure of gold made you betray that cause.

“And you, Simon Girty, now known to all as Renegade. A loathsome word — you also took that other way. You, Walter Butler — what would you give to have another chance to let the grasses grow in Cherry Valley without the stain of blood? You, Captain Kidd, and you, Governor Dale — I could go on and name you all, but there’s no need of that. Why stir the wounds? I know they pain enough.

“All of you were fooled like Jabez Stone — fooled and trapped in your desire to rebel against your fate. Gentlemen of the jury, it’s the eternal right of man to raise his fist against his fate, but every time he does he stands at crossroads. You took the wrong turn and so did Jabez Stone. But he found out in time. He is here tonight to save his soul. Gentlemen of the jury, I ask that you give Jabez Stone another chance to walk upon the earth, among the trees, the growing corn, the smell of grass in spring. What would you give for one more chance to see those things that you must all remember and often long to feel again? For you were all men once. Clean American air was in your lungs — you breathed it deep, for it was free and blew across an earth you loved. These are common things I speak of — small things, but they are good things. Yet without your soul they are nothing. Without your soul they sicken. Mr. Scratch told you that your soul is nothing and you believed him. It has cost you your freedom. Freedom is not just a big word — it is the bread and the morning and the risen sun. It was for freedom we came in boats and ships to these shores. It has been a long journey, a hard one, a bitter one. There is sadness in being a man, but it is a proud thing, too. Out of the suffering and the starvation, the wrong and the right, a new thing has come — a free man. When the whips of the oppressors are broken, and their names forgotten and destroyed, free men will be walking and talking under a free star. Yes, we have planted freedom here in this earth like wheat. We have said to the sky above us, ‘A man shall own his own soul.’ Now — here is this man — he is your brother. You are Americans all; you cannot take Scratch’s side — the side of the oppressor. Let Jabez Stone keep his soul — this soul which doesn’t belong to him alone, which belongs to his son — his family — his country. Gentlemen of the jury — don’t let this country go to The Devil! Free Jabez Stone! God save the United States and the men who have made her free.”

It is you who must decide: Was this trial about an individual — or a country? Thank you, Mr. Benet. Ed.

Mark 8:36
For what shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul?