The Patriot Post® · Lies, Damn Lies & Obaminations
Kent Boom sent me a list of lies that can be traced back over the past 55 years, starting with LBJ’s announcing that we were attacked in the Gulf of Tonkin. Nixon gave us “I am not a crook;” Bush 41 told us to read his lips, “No new taxes;” Clinton claimed he didn’t have sex with Monica Lewinsky; and Bush 43 insisted that Iraq had weapons of mass destruction.
But Barack Obama put them all to shame and made it all the more risible that the meanstream media insists that Trump is the biggest Pinocchio to ever reside in the White House.
Because some of Obama’s lies go back more than 10 years, you may have forgotten how often he fed us whoppers, but I suspect that most of these will ring a bell with you.
“I will have the most transparent administration in history.”
“The stimulus will fund shovel-ready jobs.”
‘The IRS is not targeting anyone.“
"It was a spontaneous riot about a movie.”
“I knew nothing about what happened in Benghazi.”
“I will put an end to the type of politics that breeds division, conflict and cynicism.”
“You didn’t build that!”
“I will restore trust in government.”
“The Cambridge cops acted stupidly.”
“The public will have five days to look at every bill that lands on my desk.”
“It’s not my red line, it’s the world’s red line.”
“Whistle blowers will be protected in my administration.”
“We got back every dime we used to rescue the banks and auto companies, and with interest.”
“I am not spying on American citizens.”
“You can keep your doctor and your healthcare plan, if you wish to.”
“Premiums will be lowered by $2,500.”
“I knew nothing about "Fast and Furious” running guns to Mexican drug cartels.“
"If elected, I promise not to renew the Patriot Act.”
“If elected, I will end the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan within the first nine months of my administration.”
“I will close Guantanamo within the first six months of my administration.”
“I will bridge the gap between blacks and whites, and between America and other countries.”
And, finally, “I, Barack Hussein Obama, pledge to preserve, protect and defend the Constitution of the United States of America.”
Frankly, I was surprised that whether or not they played any part in burning the Notre Dame Cathedral, no Muslim group had stepped forward to take credit for destroying this centuries old monument to Christendom.
Perhaps because nobody died, it didn’t amount to that big a deal in barbaric circles. But because the church bombings in Sri Lanka killed 253 and maimed several hundred more, it came as no surprise that ISIS took as many curtain calls as Ethel Merman did on opening night of “Annie Get Your Gun.”
I had hoped that after all these years of world-wide terrorism, we infidels would stop pretending that the enemy is the Taliban, Al Qaeda, the Muslim Brotherhood, ISIS, Hamas or Hezbollah, and finally admit that our war is with Islam itself.
Joseph Smetana suggests that instead of referring to the pea-brained congresswoman from New York as AOC or even as A O-C, she should be called AOC(D) or, better yet, A OCD, which would define her condition as suffering from an obsessive compulsive disorder when it comes to Donald Trump.
It has been said that you can judge a man by his friends. It is equally true that you can judge him by his enemies. So, if in 2016, you had asked me what I would wish for in a new president, I might have said I want one who will be despised and possibly even feared by the likes of James Comey, John Brennan, Karl Rove, James Clapper, Nancy Pelosi, Rachel Maddow, Robert DeNiro, Madonna, Hillary Clinton, the Obamas, Wolf Blitzer, Kathy Griffin, Mike Wallace, Donna Brazile, Chris Hahn, Snoop Dogg, Johnny Depp, Maxine Waters, Brad Sherman, Rosie O'Donnell, Joe Scarborough, Mika Brzezinski, Don Lemon, Ashley Judd and Mitt Romney.
Come to think of it, with enemies like that, I wouldn’t really care if he had any friends besides me.
One of my readers fears that Tom Cruise has let his belief in Scientology go to his head. She fears that he has come to view himself as divine.
My initial reaction was along the lines of “Well, duh, he’s a movie star. Of course he sees himself as godlike, and within certain parameters he’s about as close to being a god as a mere mortal can get.”
After all, unlike you and I, movie stars do not stand in line unless, of course, they feel like signing autographs. They don’t worry about picking up a dinner tab because restaurant owners want to be able to alert the paparazzi so that when the star leaves, photos will plaster the name of the joint all over the world.
They ride in limos and fly on private jets. They don’t worry about having a date on Saturday night because beautiful women or handsome men, as the case might be, are constantly throwing themselves at guys like Cruise.
But I’m not worried about the power that Cruise has over the fools who have taken L. Ron Hubbard’s cult to heart. Such people are always looking to take up something really dumb, but usually only one something at a time. So if they’re spending their time delving into the shallows of Scientology, it means they’re not currently enthralled with Communism or Islam.
It may seem like a small thing, but these days you often have to settle for small things.
I don’t often spend any time with Parade, the supplement that makes its way into a lot of Sunday newspapers. But I was grabbed recently because they were devoting a lot of space comparing jobs from years ago to those that people currently have. Best of all, in many cases, it gave their salaries.
As a teenager, Joe Louis used to carry 50-pound blocks of ice in Detroit for about 10 cents an hour. Soda jerks in the 1950s made about 90 cents an hour, plus tips. In the 1930s, elevator operators made 30 cents an hour. The few who are still around make roughly $10-an-hour.
There used to be human computers. They were people who worked out mathematical equations and calculations with pencil and paper. In 1942, a female computer could expect to earn $1,440; her male counterpart $2,600.
The people who really astonished me were Valerie Smorol, a 31-year-old online personal trainer who makes $144,000; April Gould and Sarah Williams, a couple of 41-year-olds who live in Gilbert, Arizona, are goat yoga instructors and split $250,000; and Bren Smith, 46, who farms seaweed on a 20-acre plot of ocean makes $90,000 a year.
It makes you wonder what those little snowflakes are thinking when they leave college after four years saddled with $100,000 in student debt with no more chance of earning a living than when they entered kindergarten 16 years ago.