When Democrats Run Out Of Racists …

Donald Trump’s outreach to African-Americans is long overdue. Yes, it flies in the face of convention. Going off-script is a Trump trademark. This time, however, he is directly on point. When he called Hillary Clinton a “bigot” yesterday, he was reading from the teleprompter. And it’s about time!

Trump is correct to point out that Democrats have taken the African America community, as well as Hispanics and other minorities, completely for granted, for far too long. The days of Jim Crow and the Ku Klux Klan (both creations of the Democrat Party) are long gone; people who’ve grown up in post-seventies America do not fixate on race to the extent past generations did.

Minority communities, however, remain a voting block the Democrats cajole with racial demagoguery and big government promises of a better future — a future that never seems to arrive, not in all the fifty-plus years Democrats have courted minority support. The liberal establishment’s script is so time-worn as to be axiomatic: Democrats care about Blacks and Hispanics; Republicans don’t.

How long must we bow down to such outmoded, sophomoric dishonesty?

Democrats have not made life better for America’s minority communities. Instead, they’ve encouraged a culture of dependency, of cyclical hopelessness, frustration and anger. Easy marks for the propaganda of Black Lives Matter and their Democrat enablers, not the least of whom is the President himself. We’ve actually come to a point where our police officers — those charged with protecting society from anarchy — are viewed, quite literally, as targets for assassination. A Hillary Clinton presidency offers more of the same, quite possibly an intensification of it.

Donald Trump, on the other hand, offers a viable alternative, not the ever-illusory sameness of Barack Obama, Hillary Clinton and the liberal establishment, but real change from a culture of dependency, frustration and anger to one of enhanced liberty and new possibilities.

Is Hillary’s Candidacy America’s Oblivion?

Observing Hillary Clinton’s ineptitude on the campaign trail — think back to her comically bad campaign launch, re-launch, and second re-launch; consider the ham-handed manner in which she has conducted herself, shrieking like some wounded animal, for example, when she tries to raise the energy level in a speaking venue; and her piling lie upon lie about her State Department emails, about her Benghazi fiasco, about her husband Bill’s melange of sexual indiscretions — one gets a sense that Mrs. Clinton may be less than fully committed to her own candidacy.

Though Hillary wouldn’t mind being president, she detests running for president. She is, after all, a most unappealing candidate. Public polling shows overwhelmingly people do not like her and do not trust her; and even among Democrats, polls indicate the level of enthusiasm for her is quite low. Yet, the massively powerful, entrenched interests of the Democrat party and the rest of the liberal establishment continue to back her. Why is that … one may ask.

For decades, Bill and Hillary Clinton have enriched themselves, immensely. They’ve done so, in large part, via their purportedly non-profit and apparently corrupt Clinton Foundation, premised on the notion that Hillary would one day follow in her husband’s footsteps to become ‘the most powerful man in the world.’ In this manner, the Clintons have doled out markers to various individuals and state entities. As those powerful interests come to collect, what might be the reaction if the high-priced markers the Clintons sold for so many years suddenly become worthless? Consider that and the Clintons’ choice is clear: the White House or oblivion.

Hillary has, at the same time, compromised herself due to her mishandling of official email communications while Secretary of State. It is generally accepted that her extremely vulnerable, private email server was hacked by foreign governments — the Russians, for instance — as well as clandestine, even sinister, non-state entities. When a U.S. President becomes subject to blackmail by various state and non-state entities, for whom America’s national security is merely a commodity to be traded, the consequences to our nation could be devastating.

The FBI recently concluded its investigation into Mrs. Clinton’s private email server and her thousands of missing emails. That investigation ended with a curious decision by FBI Director James Comey not to indict Mrs. Clinton, despite the negligent, callous, criminal nature of what she has done. An investigation into the Clintons’ nefarious dealings via their family foundation remains ongoing, so we’re lead to believe.

The ultimate verdict upon Hillary’s numerous indiscretions, compromising and immense, has yet to be rendered. America’s national security, and potential oblivion, rest in the balance.

The Federal Barack-racy: Are We All Becoming Reptiles?

The more dependent people become, the more they will bend to the will of whoever provides for them. In the United States that provider is, increasingly, the federal bureaucracy. Millions in this country live under the intoxicating influence of big government. And though many of us have not become addicts, the inexorable, unrelenting creep of the administrative state often goes unnoticed, while it strengthens its grip on all of us.

An oft-used analogy is that of the frog in hot water. If one were to toss a frog into a pot of boiling water, the poor reptile would immediately sense its peril and do all it could to jump out. However, if one were to place the same frog in a lukewarm pot and gradually increase the temperature, the cold-blooded reptile’s internal temperature would adjust to that of the surrounding water surrounding. The frog would begin to cook, and not even realize it.

A less familiar illustration can be drawn from personal experience, and a broadcast, back in the nineteen-seventies, of the late night talk show Tomorrow hosted by Tom Snyder. A guest came on Tom’s show describing himself as a “professional bureaucrat.” I remember asking my Dad, who sat nearby in his comfy recliner, “What in the world is a professional bureaucrat?” He told me we were both about to find out.

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