Saturday, December 3, 2016

My November 2016 Post Digest From Da Tech Guy Blog

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The Rot is Bigger Than Clinton or Trump
Their Gang
Trouble's Up Side
Quiet Day in the Neighborhood
Life as a Renter
Fortuitous Anniversary
Where the True Line is Drawn
The Organized Left's Idea of a Great Leader
The Hell Below


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Friday, November 25, 2016

After T-Day Video



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Wednesday, November 23, 2016

Memories: When the Press Failed to Recognize a Real Turkey

Well, there are a lot of instances from which to choose, but one stands out, considering the day upcoming.

On Thanksgiving Day 2003, then-President George W. Bush ducked the press and surprised the troops in Iraq with a personal visit. Recordings of the visit were given to the press only after the president had left Iraq.


In the photo, GWB was holding a real turkey, but the press, most of whom had never eaten a meal in a military dining facility on a holiday, assumed that the turkey was plastic.

For a long time, it was called Bush's "fake turkey moment" because it was the best lie that the leftist press could come up with to tarnish his bonding moment with the troops and public relations/OPSEC coup.

And the funniest thing about the lie is that whenever someone repeated it, he/she was automatically outed as a parrot.  In military dining facilities when a holiday turkey is being served, there are always two birds: a display turkey and the turkey being served. The turkey being served--often by senior officers and NCOs--is already sliced up and ready to be eaten.

But all of the turkeys are always real. The display turkey will be leftovers for the next day--just like at home.

Ah, if only the press confined its lies to turkey composition.

But that should tell everyone how easy it is to pull the wool over many million sets of eyes regarding any topic.

Happy Thanksgiving Day.

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Tuesday, November 22, 2016

A Deal is No Longer a Deal


By now, everyone knows about the lecture that Vice President-elect Pence received during the showing of the red-hot musical Hamilton. And, just in case there are those reading this who do not, here’s what happened.

Seems classy until one thinks about the implications inherent in the speech.

“We are alarmed and anxious that your new administration will not protect us.” Not exactly polite. But enough people have expounded on that.

Here’s something I’ve been trying to introduce into the conversation and only a few are will to engage or even participate in. Why should anyone put up with being singled out and insulted by a renderer of services for which they paid?

Restated, why should a person who paid for a ticket to a play put up with a lecture pointed toward them? VP-E Pence said that he wasn’t offended and that the lecture—not a conversation, as Hamilton lead actor Brandon Dixon pretended that it was—and that’s classy way to handle such a situation.

(A friend suggested that if Pence wanted to turn the lecture into conversation, that he could have gone back up on the stage and responded to Dixon's statement. I imagined Pence and his Secret Service protection bum rushing the crowd headed in the opposite direction to get back up on the stage. It was disconcerting vision.)

But many seem to the think this tempest is about "free speech" and the redress of grievance. There's one thing which stops that from being true: the fact that Pence and all of the other audience members paid for a service. And that service was not to be lectured to.

This situation is over with. But I'm still disturbed that no one cares that Hamilton violated its contract will its audience.

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Tuesday, November 15, 2016

This Video Thing is Addicting


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Monday, November 14, 2016

Last Week's Opened Wounds (UPDATED)

Note: Third to last paragraph has been re-edited.

I have a confession to make. I am one of the multitude who was emotionally triggered by the events of last week. It involved Donald Trump and it made me cry like a small child. I haven’t cried like that in a long time. And after I stopped crying, it produced violent urges in me—things I have to repent of and ask God’s forgiveness for thinking.

It was this.
A shocking video [...] emerged on Friday [in which] a Texas mother kicked her young son out of their home after he 'voted' for Trump in a mock election at school, according to TMZ. 
The child screamed in horror as his mother showed him the door, where she left a small suitcase packed with all of his belongings.

'Since you voted for Donald Trump. You can get your sh** and get out,' his mother told him as they stood in front of their door.

As the child started crying and pleading with his mother, she told him to take his sign.
'So when the people see you outside, they know why you're standing out there,' she yells.
The child then sits on the floor as she held up a cardboard sign waiting for him to take it.

As the horrified child takes the sign, she directs him to the door.

'You wanna vote for him, I'm going to show ya,' she says as she unlocks their door.

She is heard saying: 'Get your suitcase and get out! We don't do Donald Trump here. 
The mother then slams the door after forcing the crying child outside.

In the video, the child is seen pulling the suitcase as he walks past their driveway and stands on the sidewalk holding his sign.

'Bye Donald Trump lover,' the mother says. 
The child responds: 'But I got school tomorrow.'

His mother replies: 'Well you should have thought about that.'
The child is eight. The video is available at the link and I can’t watch it again. The creature in question claims that it was just “a joke,” but the boy’s reaction shows a different reality. That creature—called his mother--broke that boy’s heart. And mine was broken along with it. His anguish uncovered a personal anguish buried within me.

Here’s that anguish: when I was a child, my greatest fear was being separated from my parents. I know why.

I have/had great parents--more than just two. I’ve told the story before many times, so I’ll try to make it short here.

My mother is American, my father is Kenyan and I was born and raised in the USA. My parents divorced before my first birthday and, afterward, my father returned to his home country. I had no contact with him until I was 35—twenty years ago—and did not see him face-to-face again until this year. It was a joyous, blessed occasion.

When I was just under two-years-old, I was brought from my birthplace—Chicago—to live in Los Angeles with my great-aunt and great-uncle, Alma and John Simpkins, both gone now.

I view my upbringing by them as almost idyllic. They were both 40 when I was born and never had children from their bodies. I was their child. But my time with them lasted only up to the time when I was nine. They divorced and I was sent to live with my mom and her new husband, Johnny.

The “new guy” wasn’t actually new to me. The two had been dating since I was four and I had long since grown to love Johnny by the time they got married. (Still do—on December 31, 2016, Dad and Mom will have been married for 46 years.)

My teenaged years with my parents were much like most—with one extreme tragedy. At 19, I dropped out of college and joined the USAF, much to my parents’ chagrin. (It did have one huge benefit: my sister was visiting me when I was stationed in Berlin when she met her husband.)

I exited active duty in 1994 to come back to LA to be close to my aging aunt and uncle. Six years after that, my uncle died, and in 2012, my aunt followed. I am grateful to have been close when each of them passed.

So, what does my story have to do with the story referenced? I tell it so that you can understand why it affected me so deeply. My Aunt Alma said that after she brought me back to LA, I would cry myself to sleep every night for months—wanting my mom. And, later whenever I went back to Chicago to visit my grandparents, I was always in grief for a bit, fearing that I would never see my aunt and uncle again. I never told any of them this.

My mom will hate reading this, but I’m not trying to make her feel guilty. I know for a fact that she what she thought was best—to have me grow up in a home with two parents. And, later, she moved to LA to be near me; it’s where she met Dad. But my childhood feelings were what they were and I find that I am still affected by them to this day.

How did my upbringing affect me as an adult? I have trouble trusting men that I have “loved.” I put the verb in quotes because, even at 55, I’m not sure that true love has ever happened for me yet.

I live in a different state than my parents. I know they’d like me to come be near them and I think it will happen at some point. But, ever since I joined the Air Force, I have followed my own path. That, too, has a lot to do with my upbringing. To be honest, as a child, I always felt unacknowledged. My independence is born of that.

Right now, God the Father and I are working it all out. I’m in the process of learning to trust Him.

Therefore, when I read the story of the “mother” who put her son out ON PURPOSE, I became that grieving child again for a little while.

That shit had nothing to do with Donald Trump. It was about a monster whose offspring had the misfortune to be born of her. I empathize with him because I know what it’s like to feel insecure as a child. But I don’t know what it’s like to have my parents intentionally turn me out into the cold.

I know how my childhood fears have shaped me. Every single day, I have to get up and volitionally trust God--even in His very existence and fear only Him. What will that creature's little "joke" do to that child's faith?

I hate that woman with the fire of ten thousand suns for what she did to her son and, though I know I need to repent of that, it will take time. I pray that the boy and his brother will be taken from her and put in a home where they will feel secure—and I pray that the two boys will come to a relationship with Jesus the Christ. Stranger things have happened.

Mom, Dad, and Father, I love you and honor you. If you read this, don’t feel bad about the choices you made. Just know that I am yours, always will be, and that we serve a merciful God.


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Friday, November 11, 2016

"I'm So Afraid of Violent Trump That I'm Going to Break Things, Burn Things, and Beat People"

Donald Trump will be the president of the United States in January. It's still weird to say. Liberals and Leftists are not taking it well, though.

Leftists sat back and laughed while President Obama overstepped his presidential boundaries over and over again. The Democrat Congress approved of it each time, of course, and, later, the Republican Congress was too afraid of being called racist to do its job and keep executive power in check.

Now the Left thinks it's payback time for the Right—or, rather, the Left is trying to ensure that payback time does not happen.

Rest assured, President Trump will be well reined-in by the legislative branch, even though he has a Republican Congress and here's why: Trump has the same Congress that was afraid of being called 'racist' by the Left for opposing President Obama. Governmental Republicans are afraid of the Left, period, and the Organized Left knows this.

So it is that the Organized Left planned these anti-Trump riots just like it has been doing with almost every other riot in the last half century. The purpose: to keep the fear stoked, among regular people and among the hired help--the politicians.

And, as easy as is for the Organized Left to plan riots, it's piece of cake easy for them to pay a few of its operatives to float the assassination attempts on Twitter—especially since Twitter has not been shy about making its biases known. Twitter allows the operative-created assassination attempts, which emboldens the non-operatives and there you have it.

A free-float storm of a Leftist-created temper tantrum.

Republicans in government see this and wonder “what can we do to show them that we aren’t going to hurt them?” That's the pattern since 2000.

Will Republicans break this pattern?

BTW, the day after Election Day, I had a leftist acquaintance haranguing me about the alleged violence on the right. She doesn't have a thing to say to me today.

Portland liberals.


(Thanks to Instapundit)

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Monday, November 7, 2016

My October 2016 Post Digest From Da Tech Guy Blog

Choo Choo!
A Joining of Church and State That the Left Likes
Clowns. Jokers. You Already Know
2016: America's First True Postmodern Election
The Perils of Not Listening
A Jaunt Through the English Channel
Modern Times
Two Weeks Left
Dust Loves Dust

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Friday, October 28, 2016

Christians Should Fear God and Not Clinton

I sought the Lord, and he answered me and delivered me from all my fears. 
--Psalm 34:4*
Ephesians 6:10-17
And fear not them which kill the body, but are not able to kill the soul: but rather fear him which is able to destroy both soul and body in hell. 
--Matthew 10:28
For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind
--2 Timothy 1:7
Before you start reading this, there are some things you need to know.
  • I haven’t endorsed a presidential candidate and I won’t. This essay is not an endorsement.
  • I’m still considering voting for Donald Trump, but I might not.
  • I may vote for Evan McMullin.
  • I might not vote for president at all.
  • I won’t vote for Hillary Clinton or Gary Johnson.
And the primary purpose of this post is to convey the following:

You can’t bully me into going against one of the main tenets of my faith in order to get me to vote for Trump; you can’t use fear of Clinton to do it. So please stop trying.

Many people in my circles of friendship—some political, some not--are afraid of Hillary Clinton. Most alarming is that this includes more than a few of the professed Christians among them. They say things like, “she’ll make Christianity illegal,” “she’ll take away our guns,” “SHE’LL KILL US!!!” These things are said without irony. I’d swear that some of the speakers are bots—except that I know a couple of them in person.

Check this out.

I’ve been inordinately interested in the Holocaust since I found out that it happened—back when my parents brought home a copy of The Rise and Fall of the Third Reich in the 1970s. Later, when offered by the USAF to learn a foreign language, I chose German for that reason. I was stationed in then-West Berlin in the 1980s and early 1990s.

In short, I have been steeped in Holocaust and 20th-century German history for a while so, of course, I knew of Corrie ten Boom and of The Hiding Place. But I had never read the book until last week.

God has His timing and it is perfect.

In the 1940s, Corrie and her sister Betsie—spinster ladies in their 50s—lived with their father, Casper, a widower and a watchmaker. When the Netherlands--their native country--was invaded by Nazi Germany’s Wehrmacht, the family began to get used to life in a conquered country. Then, through seeming chance and with their father’s blessing, the ten Boom sisters turned their home into a way station for Jews fleeing the Nazis. It became a Hiding Place for the hunted.

The American namby-pamby prosperity-preaching “Your Best Life Now” Christianity of the early 21st century bears no resemblance to the Christianity of the Dutch Reformed Christian ten Boom family. They were not “Oh my God, Hitler is going to take away my rights” type of Christians. They walked in God’s way when times were good, when times worsened, when times were very, very bad, and when death was knocking at the doors of their dwelling.

And when I use to word 'dwelling,' I'm referring to their bodies.

We all must die. Betsie and her father didn’t last long after being arrested. But God let Corrie live into her 90s--in order to tell the tale.

I am in awe of this family as are, of course, nearly everyone who knows of them. Two ladies on the edge of old age and their elderly father were stronger than all too many--strengthened by faith.

What do you want to be thinking about when death is near? How obedient you were to the state?

*****

I don’t know if I could be like the ten Booms or like the Iraqi Christians. I do, however, know that sitting around whining about the prospect of someone stopping you from worshiping the Living God even in the face of death displays a distinct lack of understanding about the nature of the God of the Bible and/or betrays that the speaker hasn’t opened the Bible in a very long time.

The persecution hasn't even happened yet and some a cowering already.

Here's what I think: if you would let Hillary Clinton or anyone else stop you from worshiping Yahweh, you might as well stop worshiping Him now.

*All Bible quotes are KJV.

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Friday, October 21, 2016

Alt-Right Trumpism: Russia-bots or Americans?

This morning, before Twitter went down, I saw a long-time blog friend—one which I’ve met in person—light into a woman for the suggestion that Donald Trump’s online following has been infiltrated by Russia-bots. I thought this was common knowledge, and it’s something which would explain the vileness of Trump's alt-right fans.

Like this.
I distinctly remember the first time I saw a picture of my then-seven-year-old daughter’s face in a gas chamber. It was the evening of September 17, 2015. I had just posted a short item to the Corner calling out notorious Trump ally Ann Coulter for aping the white-nationalist language and rhetoric of the so-called alt-right. Within minutes, the tweets came flooding in. My youngest daughter is African American, adopted from Ethiopia, and in alt-right circles that’s an unforgivable sin. It’s called “race-cucking” or “raising the enemy.” I saw images of my daughter’s face in gas chambers, with a smiling Trump in a Nazi uniform preparing to press a button and kill her. I saw her face photo-shopped into images of slaves. She was called a “niglet” and a “dindu.”

The alt-right unleashed on my wife, Nancy, claiming that she had slept with black men while I was deployed to Iraq, and that I loved to watch while she had sex with “black bucks.” People sent her pornographic images of black men having sex with white women, with someone photoshopped to look like me, watching.
And this.
In March, writer Bethany Mandel related her own experience. After tweeting about Trump’s anti-Semitic followers, she was called “slimy Jewess” and told that she “deserves the oven.” It got worse: Not only was the anti-Semitic deluge scary and graphic, it got personal.

Trump fans began to “dox” me — a term for adversaries’ attempt to ferret out private or identifying information online with malicious intent. My conversion to Judaism was used as a weapon against me, and I received death threats in my private Facebook mailbox, prompting me to file a police report.
Russia has a long, unashamed xenophobic and anti-Semitic history, so when alleged Russia-bots displayed this foul behavior, it was unsurprising to me.

But my friend—an intelligent, accomplished man and a Trump fan*—found the Russia-bot theory more than merely inconceivable or ridiculous. In his disagreement with the theory, he referred to the woman who suggested it as a whore, with some adjectives thrown in, for good measure.

The alternative to Trump fans being infiltrated by Russia-bots is that they aren’t. The alternative is that these slimy bastards called the alt-right are truly Americans.

That’s something which should give us all pause.

*During this election season, I’ve taken pains to make the distinction between Trump supporters and Trump fans. The former are those who see Donald Trump as a candidate and as a human being and who have made a calculated, informed decision to support his presidential aspirations. The latter are those whose support for Mr. Trump’s candidacy is driven purely by emotion—the underlying emotion being anger.

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