Musings on the teachings of God - by Annette Weir

As I was sitting in the beauty salon waiting for my turn, I started thinking about a few things that might make you roll your eyes, but to me they are kind of curious. With everything that is going on in our world today, especially another war, most of which is really nothing new, since there have been wars and conflicts since the beginning, I began to ponder some things. I started thinking about the Garden of Eden. God set it up perfectly so that Adam and Eve would be in the chips with no worries.  

Now, here is where it gets interesting, at least to me. God knows everything before we even think or say it. Therefore, since he created those two as humans, he had to know that they had shortcomings because they were not perfect, like he is.  So, when he left a temptation, a specific fruit, and declared it off limits, he was testing their belief and faith. Then, when he returned to the Garden (remember they never saw him, they only heard him, yet, they did see and hear the slippery snake devil who convinced them to go ahead and fall into the trap), he had to know that they had disobeyed what he had asked them not to do.  

He could have destroyed them at that point, but instead he chose to show them that there are consequences to our actions, which leads us to the way our human race is today. And as humanity went on and still did not get the message, he decided enough was enough and gathered a few people to build an ark because he was about to flood the earth and destroy everything. This introduced the second stage of our existence. Once the floods receded, a new set of humans were going to start.

Stage 2: This time, however, God sent his son in human form so that everyone could see and hear directly from the savior, rather than depend on the earthly dreams of others, or on the prophets forecasting about and describing who God is. (although there were some that were good at interpreting dreams) – all the things that HE was all about. 

You could touch, hear, and watch all the wonderful things Jesus did. He healed many, fed the masses on a hillside with just a basket of bread and fish. (I wonder if that fish was cooked. Could be the beginning of sushi I suppose). But I digress. In addition, he raised some from the dead. He spoke to that crowd without any audio system, yet all heard him clearly. So, he continued telling and showing everything there was to know about his father, God.  Many got the message, but some did not.  We can only imagine that those who didn’t, simply weren’t convinced He was a savior, or were merely scared of what would happen to them if they spoke out in agreement with his teachings.  So, as the story goes, he was crucified for being a good guy, never doing anything wrong, and just doing what his father asked of him for our benefit. Again, God was testing everyone.

Stage 3, as I would like to refer to it, is where we are today.  We have been given everything from the beginning to this point in time.  Granted, we cannot hear or see God, or his son, but we were left with two things; first, a holy spirit that kind of gives us a shove when we need it, if we take the hint, and a manual that covers everything we need to know about how things were, how to correct things, and what will be – the Bible.

And, may I add, having a free will is wonderful, but it can be tested repeatedly, every day. The key to surviving the hazards of falling into a sinful pit is to check our attitudes of gratitude and keep in mind how much our savior suffered to forgive those sins. Although it’s often difficult to follow all the teachings of God, when we remember the sacrifices He made for us, we should realize it was a lot more difficult for Him.

 

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A Sense of Faith

 

Suppose you were born blind. You had the other 4 senses but have never been able to grasp the concept of sight. You’ve reached the age of adulthood and throughout your young life, those around you have tried to explain what it’s like to be able to “see” the world. Yet the idea of sight is just not something you can imagine because your world has been limited to sound, touch, taste and smell. The question arises; if you’ve never experienced something, can you ever believe it exists? That’s the question asked by those people who don’t believe in the existence of a divine being, or a “God.” Many people who are blessed with all 5 senses have difficulty with another type of sense. Let’s call it the sense of faith.

 

We often hear about people who have a sixth sense, often referred to as extra sensory perception, or ESP. Generally called “psychic ability,” ESP supposedly gives the possessor the ability to foretell the future and/or “see” past occurrences. Well, in a sense (no pun intended), those who have faith in a hereafter may be using a form of ESP to predict the future of mortal life when it ends. Maybe true believers have reached a level of mental competence that allows them to clearly envision that which their counterparts have not yet reached. Is it possible that faith is a higher level of cerebral acuity?

 

If you speak to a non-believer, he might tell you he doesn’t believe in things he cannot see. When I hear that argument, I’ll ask if he’s ever seen gravity. When he answers in the negative, I’ll ask if he wants to test its existence by stepping off a cliff. If he says he doesn’t believe that there’s power in something invisible, I’ll counter with; can you see the wind? I’ll ask if he’s ever seen the awesome power of gusts traveling at 60 or 70 MPH. Although the doubter will often claim the science behind those invisible forces, he simply cannot dispute that science doesn’t have all the answers to the universe. We don’t even have the answers to ESP, and we certainly have no answers for what happens to us after we shed this mortal coil.

 

Therefore, using the premise that a sightless person finds it difficult to believe there are forces around him that he can’t fathom; a faithless person may be grappling with the same quandary. The blind man listens to the words of the sighted and has serious doubts about whether there are emanations outside the darkness of his limited existence. The faithless man may be undergoing a similar inability to dig his way out of the darkness of spiritual skepticism. Personally, I’ve always questioned the authenticity of an omnipotent and omniscient entity that has created what we call the “universe.” My question has always been “If God created the universe, who created God?” In philosophy that’s what’s known as a “first cause” question. If a chicken is hatched out of an egg; who laid the egg that gave birth to the chicken?

 

In my opinion, that’s a serious question if we are to use our innate intelligence. It’s undeniable that life is complex and fraught with mystery. If you believe in evolution, it’s likely that our brains are still evolving, adding more understanding of the world we were born into. According to evolutionary theory we didn’t have 5 senses in the beginning but accumulated them over the course of tens of thousands of years as organisms changed and acquired the necessary components to sustain life. How long has the concept of faith been around?

 

Let’s say it began a few thousand years before the birth of Jesus Christ. I use Jesus because Christians, with 2.3 billion adherents, form the largest religious group in the world. Next come Muslims with 1.8 billion; Hindus with 1.1 billion and Buddhists with .5 billion.

 

Religious faith, being a spiritual, rather than a physical entity, isn’t thought of as part of evolutionary theory. Nevertheless, since it didn’t always exist, isn’t it possible that it became part of our cumulative and necessary components needed to continue the species? Where would we be in the hierarchy of human history if we didn’t have the structured discipline of religion? Wasn’t the faith in a higher power the result of the perils that existed in a barbaric society?

 

The Bible is filled with references to infidels who paid the price for their faithlessness. In the Old Testament, God demanded allegiance to his word and those who denied him suffered grievously. Although replete with parables, the Scriptures appear to be a roadmap to carve a civilization out of a savage wilderness. It’s easy to say that we’re not a perfect world today, but, when you realize the way life used to be, you should be extremely grateful that religion was born, giving us a set of values that kept us from devouring each other.

Moreover, in case you think religion belongs in the past because we live in a new age of “reason,” the fact is that 84% of the planet’s population identifies with a religious group. Furthermore, members of that demographic are generally younger and produce more children than those who have no religious affiliation. Hence, the world is getting more religious, not less. Accordingly, that “sense of faith” may become the ESP of the future.

 

 

Family disputes can be very dangerous for cops

 

There's something unique about the relationship between cops and their partners because of the need they have to rely on each other for their safety. Having a partner who can handle himself in a crisis situation is vital, since our imminent demise could depend on it. During 20 years as a cop in New York City, I was often in situations that required a skilled partner to back me up. Just as often, I was the guy doing the backup. Before being assigned to plainclothes undercover work, I spent a few years in uniform. One of my partners was a guy named Ronnie. Ronnie was handsome, well-built and meticulously neat in his tailored blue uniform and hat, which he wore slightly cocked to one side, like a beret. His muscular, athletic good looks and perpetual tan drew women to him like bees to a patch of honeysuckle. We couldn't have a cup of coffee in a diner without being surrounded by the female wait staff, repudiating his obvious wedding ring as they shoved phone numbers in his direction.

Yes, Ronnie was what women would call a “hunk.” In addition to his looks, he had a sparkling personality and an infectious sense of humor.  He was also a good guy to have around when violence erupted. We fought our way out of more than a few circumstances that could have ended badly for us.
Yet, with all of his good points, he had a serious flaw in his judgment when it came to his gun, or, more specifically his holster. We used to have a department issued holster with a prominent ridge inside that kept the gun locked tightly so it couldn't be easily taken away during a struggle. In order to release the weapon, you would have to grab the stock and twist it sharply before lifting it from its casing. After a couple of years of use, especially in high crime areas where the gun would often be drawn, if seldom fired, the ridge would begin to get worn down.

 

On several occasions, I mentioned to Ronnie that he needed to spring for a new holster, but he always maintained that it wasn't necessary. “Ronnie, with that ragged leather sheath on your hip, you may as well just shove the gun in your waistband,” I'd say, trying to shame him into a new purchase. “C'mon Bob, do you really think anyone is going to be able to take my gun from me,” he'd laugh confidently. It always amazed me that a guy who was so careful about his looks, could be so careless about his life.

Well, as sure as God makes little green apples, Ronnie's carelessness was about to be challenged. One night we were called to a small apartment to handle a tumultuous family dispute. Although such an assignment seems a lot less dangerous than a robbery in progress, or a report of shots fired at a location, experienced cops realize that family disputes are among the most violent jobs to deal with because of the hostile passions involved. When we arrived on the scene, the raucous commotion was our guide to the apartment in question. As was customary, we would separate the parties and try to get to the root of the problem. The man was yelling bitterly about something the woman had done and she was vociferously denying it, while dabbing at a cut on her lip. 

 

Every few seconds, the emotionally distraught man would lunge at the frightened woman, only to be restrained by my partner, as I kept her at a safe distance. Suddenly, as Ronnie was holding the man back and turning toward the woman to say something, I noticed the batterer reach for Ronnie's gun. He wrenched it from the worn-out leather casing, bringing the muzzle to just about Ronnie's chest level, before I dived across the room and crashed into the wild-eyed lunatic.

I was probably no more than 10 feet away, but it seemed like I had traversed a football field to reach him. The impact sent both of us over a couch and onto a linoleum floor as I grasped his wrist with one hand and punched at his face with the other. My partner leapt over the furniture and stomped on the gunman’s hand, crushing his grip to force the release of the weapon.

 

I'd like to tell you that we simply cuffed the guy and arrested him, but I'd be lying. The fear of death is always present in the mind of a cop; it's just the nature of the job. However, to think that you were almost killed with your own gun, is, strangely, even scarier. Hence, our fear turned to anger and retribution toward someone who almost made widows of our wives, and orphans of our kids. Besides, after seeing what he did to the bloodied woman, we felt little regret when he tripped and fell a few times on his way to the station house. Incidentally, without any further urging from me, Ronnie purchased a new holster the next day.

 

What would you sacrifice for love?

 

Every day should be a day to celebrate romance. If you wait until February 14th each year to show affection to your soulmate, you're probably going to spend a lot of time alone. But that shouldn't take anything away from special occasions that have become reminders for those who take love for granted.

Many years ago, way before Al Gore invented the Internet, relationships were not so easy to come by. During the third century there was a priest named Valentine who lived in Rome while it was being ruled by an emperor named Claudius. Known as 'Claudius the Cruel,' he did all he could to live up to his name.

Rome was in the early stages of its decline and the emperor wanted to keep it from eroding any further. Hence, he began a quest to rebuild his army. He sounded the clarion call for volunteers, only to discover that most men were tired of war and didn't want to leave their wives and families. Enrollment numbers were very minimal, making Claudius furious. The cruel one came up with an idea; if men were not married, there would be no wives or families to abandon, so they wouldn't mind joining the army. (Of course, this was during a time in history when people couldn't even imagine having children out of wedlock.)

Therefore, the emperor decreed that marriages would no longer be allowed. With untold numbers of broken hearts stumbling dizzily through a sea of unrequited love, a hero was desperately needed. Reverend Valentine, coming to the rescue, defied the heartless edict and performed the nuptials in secret.

Evidently, some cynical loveless squealer dropped a dime (or a denarius, as it were) on the priest. As a reward for his noble deed, Valentine was apprehended and dragged before the Prefect of Rome, who condemned him to be beaten to death with clubs and to have his head cut off.

While awaiting his execution, many young people, their hearts filled with admiration for the courage and chivalry displayed by the priest, threw flowers and notes toward his cell window. They wanted him to know that they also believed in love and that they respected him for his sacrifice. In addition, they had his name sewn on the sleeves of their garments and paraded around the city to demonstrate their affection.

This practice became known as wearing one's heart on one's sleeve. Meanwhile, the captive priest struck up a friendship with the daughter of the prison guard. Her father allowed her to talk with Valentine and help him through the difficult days before facing the torture and ultimate death. On the day of his execution, he left the young woman a note thanking her for the friendship and loyalty. He signed it, "Love from your Valentine."

According to legend, that note began the tradition of exchanging messages of love. Valentine died for his convictions on February 14, 269 A.D.

Of course, all of the foregoing could be riddled with inaccuracies, but in every legend there is some factual foundation.

Some historians have said that Valentine was executed and became a martyr because he refused to give up Christianity. In any event, he was granted sainthood by the pope and the story has lasted for about 1800 years.

Like many great events in history, Valentine's Day has become a retailer's dream.

Flowers, heart—shaped boxes of chocolates, greeting cards and intimate apparel are high on the list of gifts that help all those Romeos and Juliets to keep the flame of passion alive. And, like most great events, people celebrate because they are pulled along in the magnetic wake of tradition.

They either forget, or they never knew about all those courageous souls throughout history who sacrificed everything for their beliefs and helped to pave the way for the civilization we enjoy today. Even in the hustle—bustle world of traffic jams, stress—filled meetings and the ubiquitous cacophony of cell phone symphonies, we must never forget that without love and romance, life would be, as the philosopher, Thomas Hobbes said, "solitary, poor, nasty, brutish and short."

If you don't remember to make your special someone, feel extra special today, your life may well become solitary, and if recent studies are to be believed, short, too.

 

Cop Derangement Syndrome (CDS)

 

One of life’s enigmas is trying to figure out why people, who are generally reasonable, get enraged when a cop shoots a criminal, yet, they don’t have a lot of sympathy when a cop gets shot. Similarly, we see the same lack of objectivity when people wring their hands remorsefully when they hear a death sentence for a savage killer but have no sympathy for a fetus whose life is terminated by a mother who treats it like bodily waste. What is it in the human condition that causes such mental aberration? How many times have we heard about women who write love letters to men on Death Row and visit them in prison? Hollywood celebrities have taken to the streets to protest against the execution of cop killers.   How many have tried to discourage pregnant women from aborting the innocent life growing inside of them?

What we’ve been witnessing on the streets of Minneapolis is another example of this aberration. Here we have the Trump Administration keeping a campaign promise of rounding up the millions of illegal aliens who were foisted upon our country during the disastrous Biden regime. Instead of welcoming the obvious law-enforcement benefits of that righteous action, hordes of protesters have been reacting violently against those who seek to rid their streets of potentially dangerous neighbors. I don’t doubt that many of those carrying signs and obnoxiously screeching at ICE are being paid to do so by forces on the left. Yet, the size of the mobs leads me to believe that many are simply Trump-haters who are always willing to join a mob that tends to validate their derangement.

Cops are well-acquainted with such madness. I’ve written many times about my experiences as a cop in NYC, and the hostility from those who exhibited antipathy toward authority. During arrest situations, especially in high-crime areas, a crowd would suddenly gather and begin attacking us with verbal and physical assaults. When they were arrested on various charges connected to their interference, we’d often discover that they had no connection to the arrestee but simply hated cops. I suppose we could have called in Cop Derangement Syndrome (CDS). After struggling to do our job in that environment, it soon became clear that we’d better have each other’s backs because the neighborhood residents weren’t going to be there for us.

Moreover, when a cop shot someone during an arrest situation, violent demonstrations were likely to occur. Contrarily, when a cop was shot, we’d have to tolerate loud jeers and obscene gestures from a callous group of bystanders. Hence, I can only imagine what ICE agents have been putting up with as they face huge packs of ferocious thugs assailing them with a variety of substances. Enforcement personnel are only human. They’re susceptible to physical exhaustion and morbid fear of what may suddenly occur. They’re doing a job, and they expect to go home to their families at the end of the day. No cop should be expected to take a bullet because fear of political retribution outweighed his survival instinct.       

It’s almost impossible to explain the stress cops deal with in life-threatening circumstances. They may have a few seconds to make a decision involving deadly force, but often have their actions scrutinized by politicians and lawyers for weeks, or months, as they await their fate. We’ve all seen verdicts from politically-influenced juries that sentence cops to prison for doing what they were trained to do (Derek Chauvin is one example Derek Chauvin’s imprisonment is a gross miscarriage of justice - American Thinker ).

Our country is at a pivotal moment in western civilization. If we are to remain civilized, we must choose to either obey the law or give in to the nihilistic hedonism growing in our orbit. Cops go through several months of academic and physical training before being dispatched to the streets to enforce laws. Once the cop starts an action against someone, the die is cast. He cannot just walk away because the person is defiant. Such defiance can be addressed after police action has been taken, not on the street during the action. There are numerous ways for the citizen to address grievances against what he/she sees as improper conduct. Complaints can be filed, lawsuits can be filed, and defense attorneys can deal with allegations of improper police action during trials. However, there is nothing in the law that says the citizen has a right to resist lawful authority! If everyone did that, no one would be safe on the streets because those with evil intent would take full advantage of the obvious weakness in the police and in the laws, they are sworn to enforce.

For example, no one enjoys being given a traffic ticket, yet, if traffic laws were not enforced, no one would be safe on the roadway because speeders, drunk drivers, etc. would have no reason to moderate their driving or parking habits. Would you want to go for a drive if there were no rules of the road? Before there were laws and cops to enforce them, we lived in a savage wilderness. It became so perilous that people were not safe on the streets, or in their homes. What we're experiencing in our country today is a very vocal and violent segment of society that wants to return to those primitive times. Therefore, it's up to civilized folks to have enough courage to stop the madness before it reaches everyone's doorstep.

 

Athens, Istanbul, Crete

What is religion all about? by Annette Weir

 

For several months I have been scrolling through TV programs because most of them are boring.  The themes are always the same, thereby making you feel like you’ve seen this show before.  If people aren’t killing each other, then they are engaging in sexual exploits all over the place, not to mention the constant profanity that seems to be part of every script.  So as a change of pace I decided to check out some of the ministry channels.  Many of them, in my opinion, are just fronts to make money for the person standing up doing the talking (preaching) on stage. 

For example, Joel Olsteen seems to have gained quite a bit of popularity among the wealthy with his fanciful sermons about how we will all gain wealth beyond our wildest dreams because that’s what’s been promised to us.  Then there is Joyce Meyer, who is okay, but her style is kind of bland to me.  I could go on and on about the many so-called preachers that are out there that are very obviously in it for the money.  Copeland, for example, makes no apologies for having a couple of Gulfstream jets, fancy cars and homes while he accepts donations from poor people. He claims to have worked for it.  Interesting. I don’t recall hearing about anything in the bible that said this was okay. Haggerty is another preacher that has an angry face that makes you feel like running away when he speaks.  His speeches are all Bible-based, accompanied by fire and brimstone.

Recently I came across a minister named Allen Jackson.  An unassuming type of guy that has a very kind face; the kind you look at and feel at ease. But that’s not what attracted me to listening to him.  He does what I call plain speak and talks about things going on in our country, either in politics, or other religions.  He has a quality that I like, to wit, he sits and listens to a person he may be interviewing on his podcast without interrupting. When he does speak it is usually to add to the conversation or bring up another topic to discuss. He dresses modestly and although I’ve seen him in suits, there is no flash about how he is put together. And the church that he is head of in Tennessee is not a palace but large enough to hold the large congregation that he ministers to. 

My gripe about the hundreds of churches that sprout up each year is that there are so many that believe in larger, over the top design buildings to serve their congregations. We don’t need people in fancy outfits with chants to get the message out. However, I can understand why some of them do things this way. And to have churches that have what I call rock bands starting off the service is a bit off putting. I don’t mean we have to act like the Presbyterians that sit quietly, sing a few hymns, then listen to a minister go on and on about theology.  But I believe that in the interest of getting more of the youth into churches we have gone way too far to please one segment of the population and have totally forgotten about the rest. 

I recall visiting several churches when I was in Texas to see how each one worshiped.  It was very interesting to see how some churches were so active with music, even when the minister was speaking to make a point, and people were dancing in the aisles, while others were solemn. I couldn’t help thinking that there had to be a better way to get everyone interested without all this added stuff.  For example, I have no problem with music, however, it’s gone way beyond what should be used to start the services because it’s turned into rock music. And the person speaking should direct their sermons to things that are relevant to the present day without getting into the weeds of theology that can be confusing.    

During this holiday season the way we worshiped and spoke about Jesus Christ seems to have changed.  We had the LBTQ community that decided they would put up a manger scene that was totally inappropriate. Although, to them, it was acceptable.  Most of their display was a political position on what is going on with the ICE patrols in their cities. Our culture seems to be looking for ways to cut out the church and what it stands for, in order to allow some folks to inject nihilism into society.

I admit that my quest for comfort in a higher place is still in the embryonic stages.  I may not read the Bible every day, as many others do. And I may not visit churches every Sunday like others do. But it’s my feeling that God and his presence can be felt, even by a few people seated around a kitchen table, discussing the scriptures. A huge church, with hundreds in attendance, can make one feel lost. I’ve been to services and noticed people with worn Bibles, stacks of paper inserted throughout, in which passages were highlighted, indicating that they read their Bible often. Those are the people I admire because they don’t think going to church once a week is all that’s required to be a Christian.

In my opinion, reading the Bible regularly is only part of one’s commitment to God. Saying Grace before dinner, silent prayers for those in need, and being honorable in our interaction with others, are all essential traits to complete the image of one’s devotion to Christ. Sadly, many of today’s religious practices have been taken over by those with different versions of what religion represents, often causing it to be vague in its messages. Until we all sit down quietly without our phones, TVs, computers, the news and other distractions, and take a moment to consider what we really need, and where we’re going, I’m afraid this will only get worse.

 

 

What are you prepared to do to save our country?

I think we Americans are a very tolerant lot. We do our best to uphold the freedoms written in the Constitution, even though it often makes us bite into our knuckles to do so. When we see our flag being stomped on or burned by degenerate thugs, we grin and bear it because of the First Amendment. When we see riots on our streets, posing as legal protests, we clench our fists and hope the hoodlums end up in prison. Yet, we have that sinking feeling that there’s little, if anything, that will be done about it. If we were raised properly, we will always try diplomacy before hostility. Nonetheless, at what point does tolerance become surrender?

I’m reminded of a scene from the 1987 fact-based film, “The Untouchables.” When Chicago cop, Jim Malone, played by Sean Connery, is lying on the floor of his apartment, riddled with bullets from one of Al Capone’s gang, he looks up at Elliott Ness, played by Kevin Costner, and says some dying words, through bloody lips, “what are you prepared to do?” What are you prepared to do  He was reminding Ness that he needed unorthodox methods to fight the Capone gang because the rules weren’t working. In addition, since Capone had most of the judges and cops on the payroll, Ness needed to replace them.

What organized criminals did to Chicago, New York, and a few other large cities a hundred years ago seems to have metastasized into a much larger crime syndicate with a notorious network that includes some of the highest levels of our government. It appears obvious that our country is on the verge of being taken over by violent leftists who, when their venal schemes are exposed, are prepared to take down the entire country rather than moderate their policies. When radical left governors like Tim Walz refer to federal agents as thugs and Gestapo agents, they are recklessly playing with a fire that could pit states against the federal government, resulting in civil war.

Moreover, when massive corruption is discovered in Minesota’s Somali diaspora, Walz and his cohorts in the Somali community, including the hate-filled leftist Congresswoman, Ilhan Oman, use the tired old “racism” canard to defend their indefensible fraud. What we’re witnessing is a cabal of organized crooks embedded so deeply into the fabric of our system that we’ve become accustomed to seeing it exposed on national television. Still, we almost never see any of them go to jail. For many folks it’s viewed as standard operating procedure. We, the law-abiding people of this great nation, want to know if we’re making a mistake by observing basic rules of decency and civility. 

If the refrain “no one is above the law” is to mean anything we should have seen some high-ranking politicians being perp-walked from their government offices and placed in police cars. It seems they are much too important to submit to such an ignominious process. That treatment can only be used when the little guy gets caught breaking the social contract. Are you as tired as I am of hearing the voices of outraged elected officials, as they point out the crimes committed by their colleagues on the other side of the aisle, even though you know none of them will be arrested? How can we believe in justice when we’ve been frustrated so often by the political chicanery that reigns supreme in those, once considered, hallowed halls?

All sensible people recognize that government is necessary to maintain order and provide security for those who reside within a given territory. Most of the governed also know that there will undoubtedly be some who use their power to enrich themselves. But what can we do when they get caught cheating on a massive scale, only to arrogantly claim, ad nauseum, to be the poor unfortunate victims of a racist/misogynist/xenophobic, culture? You know their claims are absurd when lifelong liberals take aim at their duplicity. Bill Maher EXPOSES the dangers of mass immigration!

When President Trump ordered the raid on Venezuela’s narco-terrorist President, he did so without informing the Senate or the House because “Congress has the tendency to leak.” Trump Asked Point Blank: 'Did You Notify Any Members Of Congress In Advance' Of Maduro Capture? In other words, our country has enemies within who are not to be trusted when the security of our nation is at stake. What it also means is that we have a president who takes action to save American lives, and he’s not afraid to tell us the truth about the traitors in high places who are either hellbent on destroying the US, on the take from drug cartels, or both. Our President has already taken the slings and arrows to save this great nation. What are you prepared to do?