What Does Abortion Doctor Gosnell And President Have In Common?

The mostly church-mouse quietness of the main-stream-media on the brutal, murderous trial involving babies currently being prosecuted in Philadelphia has a Doctor Gosnell, as the accused, who, close to two decades, routinely, apparently, murdered babies (7) that were born alive. I venture to say that were you to now ask President Obama about the current late-term abortion murder cases being prosecuted, he would probably throw Dr. Gosnell under the proverbial bus because of the literally, bloody, Frankenstein-like abortion shop that the doctor was running - but we must not forget that then Senator Obama from Illinois… three times refused to put his signature on legislation that would have banned killing babies born alive in the cases of botched Abortions. Someone tell me, objectively, if there is a difference between President Obama and Doctor Gosnell: the latter who is being tried on numerous counts of murder of babies and President Obama who would not deign to place his signature, that essentially, says that botched Abortion babies should be permitted to live… instead of suffering the cruel fate of those new born babies murdered by Doctor Gosnell over the years.

I have written blogs in this forum criticizing, what to me, were crocodile tears that came from President Obama in the aftermath of the Connecticut killings of the children; how could I take President Obama or many of us who support Abortion seriously when many of us of note say nothing, deliberately so, about the sheer brutality of the murders perpetrated by Dr. Gosnell. I am not going to expose you to the tongue-tied, sickening scene where these babies were murdered because you would think that it is out of a Hollywood scary movie - only that it is frighteningly real; yet, everyday, what Dr. Gosnell is being tried for, the murder of babies, goes on in many a hospital in our country… with the difference being that these murder sites of babies are done in more pristine surroundings.

Most of the media and President Obama will not be talking about these Abortion murders and note that these murders happened way before the Boston bombings; this is so because the media and President Obama are avid supporters of Abortion… and they are afraid of the murderous taint. But, again, think of the irony that President Obama and most in the media’s only problem with what Dr. Gosnell did… was that these Abortion murders of babies were done in less than sanitary settings. Once again folks, it is why those of us who wholeheartedly support Abortion do not want the public at large to look at the baby-bloodletting pictures, which depict the sick aftermath of abortions, especially those deemed late term. So next time, we bemoaned the cruelty done to animals, Ala Michael Vick or the less than kind treatment done to endangered species and in the same breath feel nothing about the holocaust that is Abortion, we must seriously evaluate if we still have souls.

I will again convey a true story, and yes, for the powers that are governing the contents splashed on the Hub-Pages, I have written this before - but my repeating of this story is done to underscore, what to me, is the most heinous of acts, we, as human beings, partake in. As for the true story, there was a couple, whose marriage was troubled, perhaps, most of said troubles were due to the fact that it was an interracial marriage, which, nonetheless, resulted in children - I am almost certain that in such a troubled union, coupled too that it was an era of intolerance for such unions, that someone might have suggested Abortion… but I thank the Lord that the babies sired from that interracial union were allowed to live and thrive, especially since one of the children turned out to be the first African American President (Obama) and the current ruler of the free world.

A Few Things On My Mind For This Memorial Day…

Only because of the Grace of God, through His Son the Christ, why we do not have more of our veterans going ‘postal’ around the cities of our fair Republic; we are living in a time when men and women who have literally pledged their lives for this country and the pursuit of Democracy here and abroad… who, when their respective tours are done, many find themselves living in dire straits. And no political party, Democrat or Republican alike, can claim shelter from the mostly lip service uttered to help our veterans - O how I wished that I had the Midas means to do more for our boys and girls who have bravely fought in the various war theatres in Afghanistan, Iraq, and those secret missions that cannot be spoken of. It is true that there are Veterans services available to assist those who are coming back home, but these bureaucracies that governed these services are overwhelmed and veterans who need assistance - be it financial or otherwise - are sometimes waiting months and even years to get the badly needed assistance. We must thank God for other private veteran organizations like the Wounded Warrior Project that fills the needed gaps that the government’s veterans administration cannot do because of the sheer volume of cases.

There are those who say sub rosa that there are veterans who are malingerers and are ‘gaming’ the system to receive assistance - but don’t we have the same phenomenon in our civilian support system (Welfare, Medicaid, etc) too that are replete with many ‘gaming’ the system and contributing to massive loss of largess that could be had for those who are truly in need… and if I am going to err in giving assistance… I will err on the side of those brave men and women who walked the walk… bleeding and suffering wounds that are mostly not visible, but are just as challenging and devastating to the well being of those men and women who make up our armed forces. But isn't like wicked human nature whereby we used the soldiers as Photo-Ops when pursuing political ends or to generate sales for a given business and when the selfish use of the veterans are over, they are thrown aside until a new set of soldiers are used again to cement some politician’s ambition. And since I am here I might as well tell you that there is no lower “scumbag” than those organizations that are supposedly there to help veterans - but use the monies received to line their administrators’ pockets and with the pittance going to the veterans

I am probably biased because I am a veteran who did not fight in any of our recent wars, but yet, I respect those who not only had the intent to die for the ideals of the United States, but survived… fighting in countries whose denizens are mostly ungrateful. Even Jesus the Christ highlighted the import of those who put their lives on the line for their fellow human beings when He said: “Greater love has no one than this: to lay down one's life for one's friends (John 15:13).” It is shameful to see the state of many of the veterans; their troubles are legion: living on the streets and being homeless; fighting to keep food on the table and having to live off food stamps and the like; suffering diseases (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, etc) that do not, in most cases, manifest in visible wounds; and bereft of the ability to find gainful employment. Yes, it is true that there are veterans who are so proud that they find it difficult to reach out to others for assistance, but those are few and I do not understand why jobs cannot be had for most of these folks who are technically adept with the attendant discipline and fortitude needed to succeed on any job.

I do not want to suggest that no one is helping the veterans because businesses such as Walmart and others are pro-actively doing what they can to stem the tide of many of our veterans that are adrift in our cities. I hope that many of you who read this blog, if you can, find reputable, charitable organizations, who are there to assist our veterans, and generously give what you can… I will add that what you give that you may even right off when you file your respective taxes. Whatever you are doing on Memorial Day, I hope that when you see a soldier… that you will reflect a little and ponder what this man or woman represents… knowing that the ideals many of us take for granted that he or she has pledged his or her life to protect…. Happy Memorial Day all!

The Science Fiction/Fantasy Novel 'FIEFDOM 17' SECOND PAGES Of EXCERPTS…By Verily Prime…
Excerpts #2:

The Spring-like fresh smell of the bountiful rainbow colored fruits and flowers betray this area of the Fiefdom’s 17, specifically, Goshen Minor. It is a typical shopping day in the market place of Goshen Minor, which is one of the main commercial sections of the Fiefdom 17 where residents from all of the Fiefdoms come to shop, except the Fiefs Dragon Lords. Children are playing, while their parents shop; some children are sampling/tasting fruits and candy-like items; some are playing with their dogs, while others engaging in rebelliousness are drinking the local alcoholic and non alcoholic concoctions… the latter unbeknownst to some parents.
The main commerce in this section is an assortment and varieties of produce being peddled and bartered among the merchants and the shoppers… some of these items are peddled in the opened markets, some from beneath huge tents and some merchants are operating their own produce shops. On this day, as usual, were citizens, especially many of the children, who took their dogs/pets to the Goshen Minor produce market… when suddenly, those dog owners were startled and worried because their pets were acting skittish, barking, jumpy, and tugging at their leashes… as though they wanted to run away, if they could; others not on leases did run and hide, while others were cuddling up to their masters’ legs in sheer terror and trembling. There are now shouts, gasps, and screams from shoppers, especially the children; their eyes are looking up at the two behemoth Dragons and their riders and the accompanying sulfuric smell, the tell tale olfactory sign of being in the presence of Dragons, which now pungently permeating the atmosphere. Some mothers and children are running and crying profusely, as some mothers cover their own and their children’s eyes. The merchants likewise are nervous… some visibly more so than others. One of the Dragon Lords, who is about 15 feet in the air, dismounts the Dragon and engages the gravity boots, which takes her to the ground below in front of one of the produce shops.
The Dame Dragon Lord is paying studious attention to one of the produce shopkeepers, while the other Dragon Lord, although hovering overhead, draws near overhead to his fellow Dragon Lord’s abandoned Dragon and take its reins... both beast and lord are now about ten feet off the ground and hovering… punctuated by both beasts flapping their massive wings now and then to stay airborne. The dismounted Dragon Lord… like his fellow Dragon Lord floating above is foreboding, tall and hooded… attired from head to toe in military-like paled clothing… with a flaming dragon on the collars of what looks like the formal uniform of the Dragon Lords… with matching boots… and a pale egg-shell, staff-like weapon: its length is six feet… with a two-to-five inch width at its top... a pair-shape six inch attachment that is glowingly white hot and blazing. There is an appendage from the weapon that connects to this Dragon Lord’s right hand… while the one floating above staff and appendage were connected to his left hand.
The Dragon Dame has a face that resembles the typical sea shell that one sees when one visits the Caribbean… she also has an Alabaster colored, Spaniel countenance that is sand-paper smooth… with sea-water blue eyes and matching lips - but the small beady-like eyes are encased in the egg-shell shape features and because her head is a shell… she is void of what we know as hair… she has a typical regal, military-like walk as she approaches the shop-keepers. This Dragon Dame would make a scary looking female human, but can be considered a beautiful partial humanoid creature… if there is such a thing.
Dragon Dame Nera Apolos: Who are the owners of this establishment - come forth!
A couple comes outside looking rather apprehensive and sheepish, yet steady out of fearful reverence...
Dragon Dame Nera: What is your name?
Woman first looking at her husband (the couple knowing that the Dragon Lords know all that is happening in the Fiefdoms and that their tendency is to ask rhetorical questions knowing that lying to them is certain death) and then agreeing by visual communication, typical of a couple who has been together a long time, that she should speak…
Woman: We, we‘re the Neroes… We have done nothing to offend… We are simply farmers who also run our own produce shop. We have given our due portion to the Dragon Lords and our taxes and papers are up to date -I can get them…
Dame Nera, pointing with her staff-like weapons to a drawing on the walls of the produce shop - Who drew this?!
The couple gingerly walks over to the spot on the establishment walls where the Dragon Dame was accusatorily pointing to…
Scribbled on the walls of the Produce shop, but barely visible was written in the ancient language and in lizard green color, “John Mark.”
The husband’s voice is trembling now that he has witnessed the offending phrase… and with his hands gesturing to Dame Nera: We did not do this... it is not a language we know, write or speak… it is something we would not do even if we knew what is the language… These are the acts of idle hands…
Dame Nera voice rising and the flame that is top of her staff seems to match the elevation of her voice: Perhaps, one among your children wrote this abomination… this forbidden name.
Woman: No, our children are hardworking and common farmers like us… not educated to have written that accursed name. As a matter of fact as we speak… our beloved children who are loyal citizens to the Dragon Lords are laboring in the fields of Goshen Minor…
Dame Nera: This is serious seditious writing… I have to close your produce shop and summons the transport and take you into custody. Stand away… I have to further search the inside of the entire dwelling… perhaps, there are more evidence of sedition inside…
The hovering Dragon Lord descends closer to the ground and his weapon too becomes visibly brighter… which causes the Neroes to noticeably shudder. Both Dragons then roared… producing puffs of smoke out of their nostrils. There is a middle aged man of short stature, who seems to come out of the blue, walking bristly towards the Neroes’ establishment and he is dressed in robe-like, Holy-black Ecclesiastic clothing and the attendant gold chain with the symbol of the fish.
You there… stop! Dame Nera’s and the other Dragon Lord rider spew precise warning lightning/fire balls from their weapons directly in the path of the approaching man. The man draws back momentarily, yet gazing up defiantly and continues to come toward the dismounted Dragon Dame Nera…
I am a man of faith, and according to your laws we are allowed to comfort and be advocates on behalf of the citizens of the Fiefdom’s Hamlets, including 17… for those who are accused of breaching the Dragon Lords’ edicts …
Dame Nera walks to meet the man of faith… he tried to extend his hands in courtesy, but is ignored by Dame Nera... perhaps, because, her weapon is attached to the appendage of protruding from her right hand….
I am Ecclesiast Silvanos and though this is not a formal setting, I entreat you Dragon Dame Nera to explain to this humble man of faith why these good people are being charged…?
Dame Nera: Rightly said Ecclesiast Silvanos… this is not the purview of a man of faith yet…
Ecclesiast Silvanos interrupted Dame Nera’s response: May I at least comfort them…
Dame Nera: You may do so while I search the inside of the premises… but see that you do not otherwise interfere with the Dragon Lords’ business...
The couple hurried over to Ecclesiast Silvanos for counsel… but more so for spiritual solace...
After a quick search, Dragon Dame Nera comes outside with what must be to her additional evidence and engages her gravity boots and elevates to show the other hovering Dragon Lord.
Dame Nera looking down from her dragon: Where are your children… are they still laboring in Goshen Minor? This is a statue in the likeness of John Mark… a manifestation of the written blasphemy (Dame Nera shows the male figurine of the supposed John Mark to the Neroes and Ecclesiast Silvanos).
Mrs. Neroe is stammering and is joined by her husband… both in unison: our children… like us have done nothing…. We know nothing of the statue… she trails off and is now in raining tears… as the husband utters something incoherently and his eyes too are flooding with tears and both are again comforted by Ecclesiast Silvanos….
Dame Nera: All are guilty until proven innocent… and ours are laws that implicate the collective family… so I ask again where exactly are your children? Our archives show that you have many sons. .. know that not answering my queries about the whereabouts of your children are grounds for summary judgment and a punishment of death.
The husband secured his arms even more so around his wife and whispers to her… and to Ecclesiast Silvanos... husband, eyes visibly red and teary because his tears have momentarily subsided, looks up in entreating reverence to the two Dragon Lords, but particularly Dame Nera….
Husband: They, they’re in the south-east quadrant… of Goshen Minor… on our collective…
Ecclesiast Silvanos: So you found a marking of a seditious nature… in a language not known to this couple… anyone could have written it… especially those who are educated… say someone who has ill feelings against the Neroes…
Dame Nera: Are you a man of faith or a seer… which is it?
Ecclesiast Silvanos: Pardon me Dragon Dame Nera, but it is the nature of my calling to present a cogent alternative to the charge… and, moreover, your laws afford me this latitude… and, sometimes, we are both… men of faith and seers…
Dragon Dame Nera, ignoring the Ecclesiast, speaks to some sort of communications device located on her left arm. We then hear the buzzing of a craft… it is Beljazza descending on her hover craft, which no longer is in whisper mode… Beljazza is attired in the full regalia of the Dragon Lords… she descends her hovering craft… utilizing her gravity boots to land safely on the ground…. Dragon Dame Nera draws near… instructing Beljazza to go to the South East quadrant of Goshen Minor and secure the Neroes’ sons…
There are looks of sheer hatred coming from the surrounding hidden, and partially hidden bystanders directed at Beljazza… if the hatred could be quantified… it would be even more so for Beljazza than for the Dragon Lords who employ her.
Dragon Dame Nera addressing Beljazza: stop off at one of the sub-stations and procure suitable transport since your hover craft cannot accommodate all of the Neroes’ sons … and see that you do not discuss the nature of the charges at hand.
Dragon Dame Nera’s speaking so that everyone could hear: let the Neroes’ sons know that if any of them were to run … that the penalty of death would summarily be invoked and that it will work corruption of Neroes’ blood… meaning that all of the Neroes’ no matter which generation… first born sired hereinafter will be subject to death…
There are loud sighs from the Neroes and the surrounding citizens, partially hiding within their respective tents, shops….. In the mean time, we see Ecclesiast Silvanos comforting, even more so now, the visibly shaken Neroes as they await the arrival of their sons…
We see four dragons and their respective Dragon Lord riders hovering about five to seven feet in a circular formation over the Tribunal Ponds of Goshen. The presiding Dragon Dame, Nera Appolos, imposingly hovering on her mid-night colored dragon is regally looking down at the condemned and the rest of the surrounding citizen onlookers. The condemned Neroe family, standing upright, in the pond waters below are numbered at four… their wrists are secured. The Neroe family that is condemned is made up of three men and one woman: father, mother, and two of their sons.
Dame Nera is addressing the Neroes and the gathering: lest you say that your Dragon Lords are not merciful, we have permitted the condemned to choose their demise-the condemned matriarch was chosen by the rest to cast the die and alas, the lot fell on demise by fire.
There are sorrowful, somber, empathetic murmurings from the surrounding crowd; with the formal sentence read… Ecclesiast Silvanos emerges from the congregants and makes his way from the shores , to the Neores... some of the surviving sons and family members of the condemned approach the Ecclesiast with apparently what must be last words of comfort…. When the Ecclesiast reaches the condemned Neroes he gazes up….
Ecclesiast Silvanos: I beg of you to pardon the condemned and set aside the Dragon Lords’ Verdict and instead condemned them to hard labor in the precious metal mines...
Dragon Dame Nera: They are guilty of the crime of precursor to rebellion… they had in their possession on their premises… a figure of the rebel, John Mark, the ancient. That name is blasphemous to the Dragon Lords because it brings to shameful remembrance a time when all the Fiefdoms were in opened rebellion. This Fiefdom 17 in particular was the cornerstone of the rebels where much stratagems caused much protracted blood and treasure for the Dragon Lords - but you all are privy to this history… There are no exceptions to this crime and it must be resolved as a deterrent… to the rest of you citizens… and know that the Lords were merciful in their adjudication of this crime and that only the parents who owned the premises where the evidence was found and two of their sons that were educated, evidencing only said sons, being partially, formally educated, could have written in that blasphemous… forgotten language….
All attention turned to the condemned who are in a circle and are temporarily fastened together in the Tribunal Pond… it is only called the Tribunal Pond… it is actually the relatively shallow part of the Goshen Sea. .. where the executions are held for those found guilty of rebellion… and, moreover, this area of the so called Tribunal Pond is the most sacred of place, at least to the citizens of the various Fiefdoms, including 17, because it is where the great hero John Mark was martyred. Ecclesiast Silvanos walks into the waters of the Tribunal Pond and comforts the Neroes and their two sons… and provides the last rites and then makes the somber walk back to the shore to be among the surviving family and citizens….
As the Ecclesiast leaves the condemned family and finally the latter is finally resigned to its fate and with nothing to lose, shouts: Long live the freedom fighters and John Mark! “Long live John Mark and the freedom fighters.”
Dame Nera Apolos mounted majestically on her dragon… nods to the four Dragon Lords whose respective dragons then break their circular formation and descend and lowering their respective heads and proceed to spew hot flames from their mouths directed at the surrounding waters near the condemned. The waters of the Tribunal Pond are soon bubbling like the magma from a volcano and we see dead fish floating, a reminder of the lethal temperature of the waters in the Tribunal Pond… as the temperature increases, the spectators hear the increasing piercing screams of the condemned and soon we see the father and then the mother and then the sons… partially boiled bodies floating on top of the waters. There are tears from the surviving condemned families and fellow citizens and in the aftermath, all that is left is the pungent smell of boiling flesh punctuating the air… resulting in the fish of the Tribunal Pond gathering to feast on the remains of the condemned. Dragon Dame Nera Apolos, along with the rest of the Dragon Lords, takes off in flight as the citizens that were gathered are solemn and retrospective as they go back to their respective abodes in the hamlet of Goshen of Fiefdom 17….
Dragon Dame Nera and her Dragon Lord partner who investigated and brought the Neroes to trial and execution had separated somewhere over the Goshen Sea from the other two Dragon Lords that assisted in the burning execution of the condemned Neroes. Dame Nera and the Dragon Lord are in flight about 40-50 feet, yet hugging the shorelines of the Goshen sea. Overhead, there are thick, dark storm clouds, matching the color of the smoke that normally comes from the Dragon’s nostrils.’ Dragon Dame Nera, trailing her Dragon Lord partner by a mile or so, is looking down at the Goshen Shorelines that has a mixture of Silos that housed the many food products and where there are modest dome shape homes of the farmers, which, from above, look like rows and columns of lighted mushrooms. Suddenly, from the dark clouds, we see a figure in black from head to toe – even the speeding surfboard shape glider is the color of midnight black.
The intruder, dive bombing toward the partner of Dame Nera … causes the Dragon to startle and with it wings flapping aimlessly and losing altitude. The swaying also causes a loosening of the Dragon Lord’s grip of the reins and almost throws him out of his seat. When the Dragon Lord regains his composure and steadies the beast, the stranger is closer but traveling slower and still descending like a spear only now the intruder is aiming what looks like a Winchester shotgun… there is a blast that finds its mark at the right side of the Dragon’s head, blowing that part of it clean off. Dragon tissues rain down on the Dragon Lord before he dismount and enable his gravity boots. What is left of the Dragon’s bloody countenance… mouth area is aimlessly shooting fire balls as it falls to the waters below. The Dragon Lord is hovering, only now he is fifteen feet in the air over the sea. In the interim, the ambush attack by the intruder and the ensuing commotion caused Dragon Dame Nera to avert her eyes from the Goshen Sea shorelines below. In actuality, Dame Nera had no choice since her Dragon instinctively increased its speed to assist the other Dragon Lord.
The intruder is now face to face with the hovering Dragon Lord and though he cannot be seen on account of his dark mask and matching clothing… he seems to be the same weight and height as the Dragon Lord he is about to confront just above the waters… the Dragon Lord is looking back to gauge how close is Dame Nera… he is anxious and disappointed for he realizes that she is not near enough. The stranger, who too has dismounted from his glider and has enabled his boots, is hovering…. The shot gun blast rips through the shell that makes up the face of the Dragon Lord… causing shards of shell and a Gelatin-like tissue to decorate the waters below… as the Dragon Lord’s carcass is taken away with the tide. The hovercraft approaches the stranger in black and he mounts it… and readies his Winchester shot gun… aiming and pointing at the frantically approaching Dragon Dame Nera… who is zigzagging so as to avoid the stranger’s shot gun blasts when he fires.

Excerpts From Fiefdom 17… The Science Fiction/Fantasy Novel Currently Being Written By Verily Prime…
Chapter 1:

It is Dusk and the beginning of curfew for all of Fiefdom’s 17 denizens… and among all of Fiefdom’s 17 sheer, natural beauty is the Hamlet of Liamigua… with its waterfalls, nestled among the smooth, oval shape volcanic rocks and surrounded by lush vegetation, which completes the Eden visual picture-book. In between one of the waterfalls, and approximately ten feet above the Goshen River, which receives the waterfalls’ waters… there is an assortment of sweet lime/mango/tangerine smelling flowers lining the Goshen River banks… we see a hover-craft… hovering in whisper mode under the waters... the hover-craft is approximately five feet long and two feet wide... shape like a surf-board… and the color of metallic, blackish blue… glistening like the sunrise morning dew… with a yellowish, glow-stick, pronounced caption/emblem of the Dragon Lords emblazoned around the edges of the craft.
But of all Liamigua’s, Edenic, beauty paled to that of Beljazza Luna who has a tanned butterscotch complexion… with an accompanying coke-bottle, meandering curves for a figure… 130 pounds… femininely muscular and barely shy of six feet and who is the pilot of the hover-craft. Beljazza is on top of the hover-craft, kneeling down and facing the rock formation from whence comes the deluge, only that she is not praying… but facing the smooth leaking rocks of the waterfalls… as their luke-warm waters cascade off her jet black pony-tailed hair and body and off the hover-craft. Beljazza is also attired in an off-white tank-top… tucked neatly into black-colored velcro-like slacks, which also is tucked into her Patton-like leather gravity boots - but what stands out about Beljazza is her tank-top that is clinging to her torso like pepperoni pizza-grease clinging to a brown paper bag.
On the left side of Beljazza’s slacks is a gun holster, which is currently empty… on both sides of the hover-craft, there are guns and viciously sharpened swords tucked and neatly fitted into crevices of the hover-craft. At the moment and Unbeknownst to Beljazza, as she cools down and relaxes under the soothing, cascading waters… she has an admirer, a voyeur, or a spy looking at her... When Beljazza six sense eventually kicks in and sounds her internal, defensive alarms, she reaches into one of the hover-craft’s crevices and gentle eases out the Glock-like weapon and fires in rapid succession in the direction of her right flank… utilizing her peripheral vision without once then looking directly in that direction among the many trees, resulting in the tracer-like rounds tearing through the thick lush forest.
In the direction of Beljazza’s admirer and where she fired her bullets… there are muffled sounds, like neighing… but these sounds are not from a horse… for the neighing or whatever it is was way too loud and more ominously pronounced because, it is indeed, from a Dragon that is ferrying Beljazza’s voyeur, admirer, or spy. Among the forest trees… there seemed to be bulbous eyes ablaze... mirroring the crimson lighted ambiance created by Beljazza’s fired tracer rounds... coal colored puffs of smoke that emanated from the Dragon nostrils, which then speedily took off… with the wake of its wings causing the seasoned massive trees to bend and violently sway as if in a tornado… and if only for a scintilla of a moment, we also see a tall hooded figure mounted on the fleeing Dragon… with said figure fleetingly looking back through pinkish eyes and through the brush in Beljazza’s direction before her bullets could find their targets and before she could determine who was her Dragon's Lord/rider.
Beljazza is visually scanning the forest area where the Dragon/Rider was… pondering… and when she is satisfied that no one was present… Beljazza replaces the weapon she had just fired into one of the empty crevices of her hover-craft… The surf-board-like hovercraft comes to life when Beljazza runs her damp right palm over its consoles, which she then maneuvers to completely flips upside down and with Beljazza, in turn. riding/gliding upside down, yet not falling off... as the hover-craft takes off over the winding Goshen River below… its speed steadily building, causing the waterfalls, assorted flowers/roses, and lush forest–all that are Liamigua’s surrounding, beatific attributes to quickly disappear…

President Obama’s Justice Department Is The Defacto Surrogate Of MSNBC Against Its Rival Fox News…

I am always amaze that those who should know and do know that Fox News is the most reliable source for an unbiased take on the news of the day have constantly perpetrated in public a lie by saying that Fox News is bogus or specifically, pejoratively, that it is the ‘Faux News.’ Now, I am not the one who is saying that Fox News is less biased than its competitors like MSNBC… this is coming from the reliable Switzerland-like neutral folks at the Pew Research Center. The irony is that, if I, a non professional, can glean Fox’s neutrality in reporting the Hard News - as opposed to opinion, Ala Sean Hannity and Bill O’reilly - then it is rather obvious and academic how corrupt most of the media have become.

There are those in the know who will tell you that the media, as a whole, has always been biased against Conservatives and Traditionally Christian tenets, embracing the Liberal dogma better known today as Secularism. No more is this biased Liberal dogma been on conspicuously display and evident than watching the reportage on MSNBC for the last dozen years or so; and what the MSNBCs could not do rating-wise, the Obama Justice’s Department, as its surrogate, is attempting to do by formally charging one of Fox’s reporter, James Rosen, with leaking classified information….

Have I mentioned that Mr. Rosen is a Hard-News-Reporter, meaning that he reports the news as is without adding a Liberal or Conservative spin. Probably, Rosen’s only crime is working for the only media outlet - Fox News - that does not have a palate for President Obama’s Kool-aid… like MSNBC, whose reporters have shamefully gone out of their way to be part of the President’s cult of personality. In essence, what the Liberal media, along with MSNBC, could not do in silencing Fox News, is being attempted by President Obama’s Justice Department. I say this, not because, I love reporters that place our secrets for our enemies to see – but we are told that this would be the first time a reporter will be prosecuted for doing what many reporters working for the Liberal media have been doing for ‘donkey’ years. You know the question that is begging itself: if it were a Liberal reporter, would there be thought of a prosecution.

There is a reporter, Seymour Hersh, who writes for the New Yorker Magazine, who has always gotten under my craw for what, to me, is his leaking of classified information and putting lives in jeopardy and for the life of me, I do not understand why he is still walking around without fetters - but then I must be in error because Mr. Hersh is a Pulitzer winning journalist. This issue will not be resolved by this blog or by the case pending against Mr. Rosen for there will always be difficulty in finding that balance between the freedom of the Press and keeping information secret that may be a breach, and, moreover, a detriment to our National Security.

I am not going to handicap the case against Mr. Rosen any further - but sometimes the appearance of impropriety should be harken to… in light of the bias shown the Obama administration… since it became the Fiefdom Lord over the Fourth Estate (Media). Look at the latest scandals that no one wanted to investigate and report because of said bias for President Obama; and, even when actual wrong doing is exposed, the Liberal media disparage the objective reporting from Hard-News-Reporters like those from Fox News. It was Chris Matthews who said that he gets a thrill up his leg for President Obama… and it was Mika Brzezinski who was caught parroting the Democratic talking points - both happen to be alums of MSNBC. I should give honorary mention to Sharpton, Axelrod, Bashir, O’donnell, and Maddow, all of whom are employed by MSNBC and going to bat every day for President Obama - did I tell you that none of them are Hard News Reporters.

Sergio Garcia, Tiger Woods, And Fried Chicken…

I must confess that American football is the sports that I most fancy, yet I appreciate any sporting event, especially a sport like Golf that requires uncanny skills and virtually independent efforts to reach its pinnacle - no offense to all of the Caddies out there. It is from this backdrop that I come to what has been the smoldering or now outright runaway fire that is the verbal smack-downs between two of Golf’s seasoned veterans, Tiger Woods and Sergio Garcia. I, for one, until recently, never knew that there was bad blood between Garcia and Woods, but, apparently, this history started when Sergio defeated Tiger, each playing for their respective countries, and in the aftermath of the victory... Sergio was engaged in what Tiger thought was over the top celebrating and a spectacle that Woods found to be disrespectful - I do not know if too much celebrating is a no no in Golfing protocol, which justified Tiger’s ill feelings toward Sergio, but this is thought to be the genesis of the bad blood between the two.

In recent matches, Sergio has claimed that Tiger gets ‘all the breaks’ and that the latter breaches Golfing protocols, which, just happen to take place when Sergio was about to or in the middle of striking the Golf ball, and, which, ultimately adversely affected the Spaniard’s play. There are some Sporting pundits that are saying that the ire on the part of Sergio’s is borne out of jealously and frustration because Sergio has not lived up to his potential in winning as often, and moreover, what was projected by some of those same golfing pundits for someone with Sergio Garcia’s golfing skills. Tiger Woods, on the other hand, notwithstanding his public, personal failings, has gotten his winning 'mojo' back and is once again racking up the golfing victories… though without any Majors so far in his comeback.

It did not help matters that Mr. Garcia recently said to a reporter’s query about inviting Tiger to dinner that were he to indeed invite Mr. Woods to dinner that he would serve him ‘fried chicken,’ a traditionally, pejorative racial stereotype attributed to Blacks - it must be noted that Fuzzy Zoeller, an iconic golf pro, once said something similar about the young Tiger Woods years ago. To be honest, Mr. Garcia has profusely apologized to Mr. Woods and all those who might have been hurt by his less than charitable remarks. This conflict, however, between Tiger and Sergio seems to be good rating-wise for Golf, which fairly or unfairly, has a reputation as an elitist sport and which also is seen as the sporting step-child rating-wise among the others like football, basketball, and baseball.

There is a racial element that is the massive elephant in the room in the conflict between Sergio and Tiger and it is manifested in the Blogosphere on this subject matter. I have written in this forum about the conspicuous hatred for Black athletes who are currently dominating in sports that were traditionally dominated by Whites like Golf and Tennis. The irony is that these Blacks - Serena Williams and Tiger Woods - who currently dominate these respective sporting events, once dominated by Whites, are the ones generating the unprecedented ratings, revenues, and winning purses in these respective sports - and for the life of me, I do not understand why they are hated… or maybe I do, but I would like to think that we have moved on. I can also discus that both Serena and Tiger date outside of their race, which is their rights… but this too may contribute to the hatred both suffer.

I would be remiss not mention that in Sergio’s home country of Spain, I once read and saw how many in his country berated and spewed racial epithets at a Black race car driver, Lewis Hamilton, who had the gaul of winning on the driving race tracks. I hope that Mr. Garcia is not emulating that sorry recent history of many of his countrymen and women when he addresses the conflict he has with Tiger Woods.

In Support of The Arizona Immigration Law

I am reluctant to opine on the Arizona immigration issue that is raging on the news and in the blogosphere because I too am an immigrant, not-with-standing the fact that I came here legally. It is misguided to call Arizonians who enacted this law rascist when we refused to see that it was borne out of the recent murder of one of their residents-Yet, in all the debates, no one has stopped to pay any sympathy for the murdered man-is it because he was white, and therefore, he shouldn't garner any sympathy? What of the young child he left behind? The truth is that Arizona is in debt by the tunes of billions, mostly borne out of the cost of illegal immigrants; lest we forget the rampant crime and kidnapping carried out mostly by illlegal immigrants-and note that the operative word is "illegal." California is now an economic basket case because of its opened border posture. Has anyone looked at how restrictive Mexico is in preventing other immigrants from poorer, neighboring countries from entering its border? For far too long our Mexican brothers and sisters have jumped the line to gain access to America at the expense of other immigrants who were here longer than they have. We are always told about how "hard-working" and a sense of a work ethic Mexicans have--so too are immigrants from the Caribbean and elsewhere. In our ignorance, some of us are even comparing the Arizona law to that of Nazi Germany; in my reading of history, the German Nazis took the Jews to Concentration camps where six millions of them died-are we really equating this Arizona law to that of the genocidal edict of Hitler? The cornucopia that allowed us to ravenously feast is no longer available in America; our treasury is empty and we simple cannot afford it. I see all these wealthy athletes and movie stars saying how racist the law is...perhaps Arizona can send them the bill it cost borne out of the illegal alien problem..... We are facing the advent of Islamic jihad where bin Laden and his cahoots are always probing for a weakness to gain access...and once again, our federal and state treasuries are empty...and, notwithstanding what is written by Emma Lazarus on our Statue of Liberty, which states in part, "...The hurdled masses yearning to be free...," the reality is said masses cost too much....
-Verily Prime