🕵🏼‍♂️ #SpyGate; Primer / Cliff Notes

“SpyGate” = America’s First Coup: The biggest abuse of power in our nation’s history. Full-stop. Not arguable. Team Obama-Clinton weaponized the most powerful intelligence apparatus ever devised by man to subvert an election. This. Is. Not. Arguable. If you dispute that, stop reading and seek help. I’m as serious as a heart attack. The evidence is OVERWHELMING and I am OUT OF PATIENCE with “SpyGate Deniers” (to borrow a phrase).

So! Because I love you, and respect you, and want to respect you in the morning, I provide, herewith, the sources I have followed for over a year now, citizen journalists mostly, who have been 99%-100% correct months, damned near a year, in advance of the garbage #FakeNews media which was COMPLICIT in this scheme.

Folks, the scale of corruption here is STAGGERING. STAGGERING. Everyone was drunk. Nobody was minding the store. The Obama Administration wasn’t a two-term presidency. It was an 8 YEAR CRIME SPREE. And I’m sorry to say THEY MERELY USED THE TOOLS PREVIOUS ADMINISTRATIONS LEFT THEM to do it!

Undersand: NOBODY’S HANDS ARE CLEAN HERE: Left or Right. BOTH Democrats AND REPUBLICANS are UP TO THEIR EYEBALLS in this. I’m a capital-C Conservative BUT I AM *NOT* A PARTISAN. If “my side” (such as it is) is criminally corrupt, I AM HAPPY to call them out. Capital-C Conservatives – BY DEFINITION – are all about preserving the integrity to the Republic, and if someone – ANYONE – does violence to our Founding Charters of Liberty, I WANT THEM HUNG. Ok, maybe not “hung.” Just maybe 23 hours a day in a 10 x 10 cell for 40 years until they die a wretched lonely death. I don’t think that’s too much to ask. A quick and painless death penalty is too sweet. Make ’em pace 3 or 4 decades until death. I like that.

Anyway: Here are my sources. The very, very, very, VERY best BY FAR is a citizen journalist who calls himself “Sundance” and runs a website called “The Last Refuge.” It’s also known as “The Conservative Treehouse” and regulars there call themselves “Treepers.” Sundance was VIRULENTLY anti-Cruz in 2016 which kinda pissed me off, cuz he was my guy, but you go where the information is good and NOBODY’s is better than his, so I got over it. Parenthetically, this is a skill ALL TOO LACKING these days: the ability to DISCERN. To think CRITICALLY. I see too many people, even people I align with politically, just dismiss a story out of hand because it came from this or that source. I get that. That’s how I feel about NBC or CNN. But if they have DOCUMENTS, WHO CARES where they came from? THEY’RE DOCUMENTS. So READ them! Screw the garbage propaganda they SAY about them AND READ THE DAMNED DOCUMENTS and make up your OWN mind.

What Sundance does better than anyone, is knit sourced details together in a coherent, logical flow of information anyone – even a housewife like me – can follow. I don’t know who this guy is. Nobody seems to know who he is. I suspect he’s on the west coast though, because he tends to publish later in the day. He reads legal documents with the sharp eye of a lawyer but I’m not sure he is one. I think he may have worked in legal circles somehow, but I don’t think he’s a lawyer. It’s also possible he’s military intelligence but that would be my last, least likely choice. The point is, he has the disciplined mind of someone like that. Where he got it, I do not know. But he’s eagle-eyed and sharp and he never makes an assertion unless he can back it up with *linked* *evidence.*

If for some reason the linked image below doesn’t take you to the homepage, here is the link:  http://theconservativetreehouse.com

Ok, so that’s reading. Here’s some listening you need to do: Dan Bongino’s podcast. Who’s Dan Bongino? He was an elite Secret Service agent. By “elite” I mean only the best of the best of the best get on the President’s detail and Dan protected Obama. To be clear: he’s very, very, very, very careful to *never* reveal *anything* he heard or saw. *Ever.* He’s an honorable man. His value is in his insider knowledge in how things work at the highest levels *and* as an investigator. He started out as a NYPD cop. He began at Secret Service investigating fraud (credit cards, that kind of thing). If you don’t know, that’s actually Secret Service’s original mandate: counterfeiting! Anyway, he grew up a tough kid in Queens and talks like one, so don’t be put off by the machismo. Also – he holds a Masters in Economics. This is a very BRIGHT kid from Queens, so again, don’t be fooled by the machismo. Dan’s very bright, very street smart, knows a scam when he sees one, and he saw SpyGate a MILE away. Start with Episode 628 and proceed from there. He’s very good about detailing in the show notes what he’s going to discuss and in what order, so if he’s not on SpyGate stuff and you don’t want to listen to it, don’t! You won’t miss anything. Just skip ahead. Pretty much every episode since 628 save a handful are all SpyGate, except for some which may be mostly SpyGate with some other stuff thrown in.

Here’s Episode 628’s show page -> http://www.bongino.com/january-8-2018-ep-628-the-biggest-scandal-in-american-history-is-unfolding/

Here’s the actual podcast. You can just click and listen right here if you want to. I subscribe via iTunes and have it download to my iPhone everyday. He usually posts by noon eastern every day with a new hour long show.

Those are the biggies. I’ll post later with some other sources. But those are the two essential, must-have, can’t-do-without to get you up to date.

This & That

It’s been a while since I’ve written. Lots going on. Most of it VERY good. In no particular order:

–Kaela has been ROCKING it. That kid has gone on a personal fitness crusade and Take-Care-0f-Kaela crusade (with a little help from mum) and MAN has she been hard core! She’s lost (what one barn lady described as) “a sh*t-ton of weight”! She’s doing it right, in moderation and with exercise so no worries there. She’s just taking good care of herself, and that’s awesome.

One of the horse’s Kaela cares for. She sent it to me with the text “Look at that face!” LOL.

At the other barn where she works, she’s had a one or two hiccups that were pretty serious (nothing serious-serious, but serious enough) and I mention that only because it’s not just that’s she doing great at her job, she’s doing great at RECOVERING from some MISTAKES she’s made at her job which says (to borrow a phrase;) “sh*t-ton” about her! It’s one thing to be good at your job. It’s next-level to recover exceedingly well from mistakes at your job. I couldn’t be more proud of her, and happily, her boss feels the same way.

Her friend invited her to join a summer theater group at her church so she’s doing her first musical! She’s having a blast. I cannot tell you how proud I am of her. Her job, the theater group, all of it is her doing, her choice, done on her own without mom and it’s a joy to see.

Coryne has returned from her first year away at school her lovely self, as even-tempered and kind as always, and pretty clear and what she wants to do with her life. It is, as one would expect, uniquely Coryne! She’s decided it’s a life of psychology for her, but with a twist! She wants to do comparative psychology, with her time split – somehow – between animal-assisted counseling, specifically canine, and – this is the really Coryne part – studying wolves in the wild.

Now, before you roll your eyes, this is actually a thing. Obviously we all know about dogs assisting humans, like therapy dogs for vets with PTSD, that kind of thing, which is the kind of counseling Coryne would like to do, but more with a focus on young people who have had traumas, or have regulation issues that can be assisted with a therapy dog, that kind of thing. But the wolves-in-the-wild thing is part of it, since, obviously, they are canines – sort-of the purest canines we have, living in the wild as they do. Seems Coryne had a talk with some girl, a recent graduate of her college at a 3-day seminar she went to near her school. The way she described it so Coryne! “If you Google ‘wolves’ and click ‘images’ this girl knows every wolf by name – most of them personally!” Seems this girl’s career path involved doing a winter internship at a wolf sanctuary in Minnesota.

Winter. Minnesota. Wolves. Outside.

My kid actually wants to do this. LOL. Like I said, “uniquely Coryne!”

So she’s a kid with plan. She knows she’s got to go all the way; to Ph.D. And she’ all-in. She may even decide to do her Masters in… Texas.

Which brings me to Leigh!

Leigh has had herself QUITE the summer! She got a KICK-ASS internship in Texas. (Speaking of weather extremes…) She has been having an ABSOLUTE BLAST. They have been so, so, so, so good to her! She’s working mostly with veterans, in a very small group of graphic design interns, doing things that are directly related to her major and learning tons, making great friends, and growing up. I said to Mike that this feels like a transformational summer for her. That this was a very big deal for her, emotionally, and really in every which way. It’s had a real effect on her. In a good way. And she was a great kid to begin with. I’m so proud of her I could bust. So proud of ALL my girls. I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop and it never does. I can’t possibly raise three girls and not have SOME disaster, right? <<keeping fingers crossed>> 😉

Oh! I forgot to mention that Leigh & Coryne are talking about how cool it would be if she did her master’s there because it’s all but certain Leigh will be moving there for a job resulting from her internship (this isn’t mom being mom – it truly is all but certain she’ll be going) and there’s an *excellent* university literally minutes from where Leigh will be working so they are very excited about the prospect of rooming together while Corynee does her post-graduate work. We’ll see!

That’s all for now. There’s more. But that’s all for now.

Royal Birth, Commoner Death

(See Saturday, April 28th update at bottom.)


I won’t write at length about this (it physically hurts, it truly, physically hurts me to think about this too much), but it’s too important to go without notice. It regards little Alfie Evans, a gravely ill 2 year old British boy, and the royals’ newborn son.

The same day a royal baby was born a commoner baby’s life support was withdrawn against the wishes of his parents. The  stories coming out of the last few days are absolutely soul-crushing: Alfie’s father has given his 2 year old son mouth-to-mouth when his lips turned blue from lack of oxygen. He wasn’t fed for nearly 2 full days. The doctors said they didn’t expect him to last 5 minutes off the ventilator, but 5 days later, he’s still going. (They finally allowed him to be fed. The state’s decided he’ll just suffocate himself to death, evidently.) The Vatican says they’ll take him. The hospital won’t let them remove him from the hospital. They won’t let the Vatican take him. They won’t even let them take him home to die.

There is nothing – NOTHING – more important than the ability to have the last & final word on the care of your own children. If ever there were a more clear example of why our ancestors fled England for freedom it’s this: there, you are a subject. Here, YOU ARE FREE. The STATE is not your child’s parent. YOU ARE YOUR CHILD’S PARENTS. It’s ASTONISHING that EVEN NEEDS TO BE SAID! To come between the most basic, primal, sacred space between a parent and child is monstrous.

This is what happens when you put your literal lives in the hands of the state. The state doesn’t give a sh*t about you. They care about the collective. And the collective cannot afford to care for this hopeless blob of defective flesh.

Do you understand? Do you understand what that means? YOUR CHILD ISN’T YOUR OWN.

Now I ask you: if one of the royal children were so afflicted, do you think they’d insist on pulling the plug and letting this child starve/asphyxiate to death?

Of course not. I can’t stand it. I cannot stand this. But I had to note it. It’s monstrously evil and I thank GOD we are in America and PRAY we never ever let Obamacare fully bloom. The damned thing’s tripled our monthly insurance rates as it is, and I know we’re not alone.

Bonus…

— UPDATE Saturday, April 28th: RIP little man.

From Comrade to Rocket-Man

(**UPDATE added below)

It’s hard to overstate the magnitude of what just happened on the Korean peninsula! And how fast!*

In 1989 I was 24 years old, had just moved to San Francisco, and had just gotten my first on-air job out there at KTID in San Rafael. I remember living in North Beach, just up the hill from the Trattoria Contadina, and marveling at the happiness of the East German people breaching the wall to greet West Germans on the other side.

I didn’t fully understand or appreciate it then, but I do now. I knew enough to know they’d lived in what I perceived to be a dark, cold, grey place, largely cement, and un-free, a relic of the old Soviet Union, also a dark, cold, grey place, largely cement and un-free. Being American, it didn’t require any esoteric knowledge to know freedom is better, and what they had in East Germany was not freedom, so obtaining it would, of course, be a joyous event!

I remember Tom Brokaw anchoring the coverage. I don’t remember a thing he said but I remember the young people, my age at the time, taking sledge hammers to the high, ugly wall, and pulling their new friends up to stand victoriously on top of it.

It took two and a half years from “tear down this wall” to the wall actually coming down. Reagan’s advisors were literally begging him to not say it in the limo on the way to the speech. They feared a “red line” (as it were) that, should it not happen, would make Reagan look weak. As we’ve learned from recent, bitter history, a President’s words mean something: you can’t put down a “red line” or a line in the sand unless you a prepared to back it up, or the Office is harmed, we’re ALL harmed as Americans. It weakens the presidency, and the country, quite apart from the man.

Reagan knew the Soviets were on fumes, he knew it was an enormous risk, but he’d basically spent them into oblivion. He did a more subtle version of Trump’s “my rocket is bigger than your rocket” by actually, well, building rockets! Where Trump said it, clumsily, audaciously, Reagan just went quietly about the business of making Gorbachev win the pissing contest – with Gorbachev spending everything he could beg, borrow or steal to have bigger, better, badder rockets than Reagan did – and it worked.

To borrow a phrase popular today, he “broke him.” But in Reagan’s day, when you “broke” someone, that meant you bankrupted him. And two and a half years later, the cold war, having lasted Reagan’s entire adult life, ended, not with a bullet, but a handshake.

It was an extra-ordinary moment. When people say “war is just diplomacy by other means” Reagan “diplomacy-d” Gorbachev into peace by making him buy weapons of war until he ran out of money. “Peace through strength” indeed.

And now we have “Rocket-Man,” the 3rd generation of the 68 year reign of the Kims, crossing into South Korea as the first North Korean leader to do so since the Korean war “ceased hostilities.”

This all just happened in the last 24 hours. I don’t know how it will end, but it damned sure skippy looks like a rock solid start. The BBC called it a “seismic” event.

I’m speechless. *Fingers-crossed.*

*”Fast” meaning from Kim Jong-Un shooting off rockets & threatening the nuke the world, to “Hey howdy! Let’s be friends!” Less than a year! You’d think there would be some period of peace, some looooooong transition away from three generations of that kind of thinking, but here we are.

**UPDATE: A few hours after I pub’d this blog post, I came across this video. Seemed worthwhile to add it.

3 Years Gone

It will be three years tomorrow since my mother passed. There’s not a day that goes by I don’t think of her. I miss her laugh so much. I miss looking at catalogues with her. I miss asking her advice on thorny issues, she had a great radar about people and what the right thing to do was, always. I miss calling her about recipes. I miss sharing news about the girls. I can’t tell you how many times my impulse has been to pick up the phone when something great’s happened with one of them and… I don’t. She’s not there.

I miss going out to lunch with her. The first few months after her death I couldn’t go to lunch alone without crying. I felt like such an idiot. For instance, I was coming down from a doctor’s appointment in Boston just a short time after she passed and I stopped at Chateau in Braintree to get take out for dinner for the family that night. So I sat in the bar to have a salad to wait for the order and I started crying. The tears just stung my eyes and I couldn’t stop it. It happened a handful of times after that too. I’d just look across at the empty seat and remember how many times she’d be there and it just tore me up. Same thing with clothes shopping. We’d stop by Nordstrom and just going through a rack and she’s say something awful or I’d say something awful and we’d start laughing and I’d remember us doing that and I stood there a couple of times like an idiot just crying. I didn’t make a spectacle of myself or anything. But I couldn’t stop it. The tears just stung my eyes and I felt gut-punched at the thought I’d never see her again and they just came. I haven’t been able to go to lunch or go through a rack of clothes for three years without thinking of her. At least I’m not crying like an idiot anymore.

It took me until summer of the year she died to finally take her name off my iPhone. I remember where & when I did it like I remember where I was on 9/11 for crying out loud. I was in the parking lot at Stop & Shop in Pembroke when I finally decided it was time. I sat there in my car crying my eyes out. It felt awful. Just… erasing her like that.

I just miss her. ❤💔❤