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What did Phil Robertson mean?

I’m not beating a dead horse as this story supposedly disappeared weeks ago.  But what did Phil mean by “Morph Out”?  Personally I think he was referring to the Bible and his personal beliefs.  But one argument that homosexuals used to justify gay marriages was inter-racial marriage which was legalized in 1967.


In 2013 we saw the first “Gay President” (Newsweek) Obama endorse gay marriage.  He said he had “evolved” (a Darwin term used for hominids) and that the same discrimination that the country had against mixed racial marriages was unconstitutional. So the “Morphing” begins.  Obama allowed states to ignore DOMA (The defense of Marriage Act)

 What’s Next?

Phil Robertson used the term “Bestiality”.  (Sex with Animals) I wouldn’t rule out those perverted individuals who practice this disgusting act as wanting constitutional protection, but what I think we’re going to see next, (besides polygamy which has been practiced in Utah for years) would be a drive by NAMBLA to make Pedophilia legal.

Pedophiles have been using the same argument that gay couples have been using.  They say they’re being “discriminated” against and that they’re being denied their right to “love” innocent children who are not old enough to know what is happening.  NBC was amongst the first to raise this argument in Law and Order’s Special Victim’s Unit’ fifth episode of season 11 in 2009 in an episode called Hardwired.  The child molester is part of a club of child molesters and at the end of the show he equates Pedophilia with gay marriage and interracial marriage.

In the highlighted link to the clip, the Pedophile says: “One of these days people like you are going to have to accept people like me”  Gee that sounds familiar.

A White Teacher in a Black School


I had to move this article to the new site or risk losing it.

The truth is usually a tough thing to accept, so I understand if this is flagged. It would be a cowardly thing to do, but I understand it. Some people just ignore unpleasant truths. However, if you think ignoring the problem, or trying to censor the truth, will help our black children improve, you’re dreaming. This is important, so I’m happy to repost – indefinitely if necessary. I find it interesting that NO ONE has had the intellect to refute anything in the essay. They can only attempt to censor it, as if doing so somehow makes it invalid. Weak minds, weak minds.Until recently I taught at a predominantly black high school in a southeastern state.

The mainstream press gives a hint of what conditions are like in black schools, but only a hint. Expressions journalists use like “chaotic” or “poor learning environment” or “lack of discipline” do not capture what really happens. There is nothing like the day-to-day experience of teaching black children and that is what I will try to convey. Most whites simply do not know what black people are like in large numbers, and the first encounter can be a shock.

One of the most immediately striking things about my students was that they were loud. They had little conception of ordinary decorum. It was not unusual for five blacks to be screaming at me at once. Instead of calming down and waiting for a lull in the din to make their point — something that occurs to even the dimmest white students — blacks just tried to yell over each other.

It did no good to try to quiet them, and white women were particularly inept at trying. I sat in on one woman’s class as she begged the children to pipe down. They just yelled louder so their voices would carry over hers. Many of my black students would repeat themselves over and over again — just louder. It was as if they suffered from Tourette syndrome. They seemed to have no conception of waiting for an appropriate time to say something. They would get ideas in their heads and simply had to shout them out. I might be leading a discussion on government and suddenly be interrupted: “We gotta get more Democrats! Clinton, she good!” The student may seem content with that outburst but two minutes later, he would suddenly start yelling again: “Clinton good!”

Anyone who is around young blacks will probably get a constant diet of rap music. Blacks often make up their own jingles, and it was not uncommon for 15 black boys to swagger into a classroom, bouncing their shoulders and jiving back. They were yelling back and forth, rapping 15 different sets of words in the same harsh, rasping dialect. The words were almost invariably a childish form of boasting: “Who got dem shine rim, who got dem shine shoe, who got dem shine grill (gold and silver dental caps)?” The amateur rapper usually ends with a claim–in the crudest terms imaginable — that all womankind is sexually devoted to him. For whatever reason, my students would often groan instead of saying a particular word, as in, “She suck dat aaahhhh (think of a long grinding groan), she f**k dat aaaahhhh, she lick dat aaaahhh.”

Black women love to dance — in a way white people might call gyrating. So many black girls dance in the hall, in the classroom, on the chairs, next to the chairs, under the chairs, everywhere. Once I took a call on my cell phone and had to step outside of class. I was away about two minutes but when I got back the black girls had lined up at the front of the classroom and were convulsing to the delight of the boys.

Many black people, especially black women, are enormously fat. Some are so fat I had to arrange special seating to accommodate their bulk. I am not saying there are no fat white students — there are — but it is a matter of numbers and attitudes. Many black girls simply do not care that they are fat. There are plenty of white anorexics, but I have never met or heard of a black anorexic.

“Black women be big Mr. Jackson,” my students would explain.

“Is it okay in the black community to be a little overweight?” I ask. Two obese black girls in front of my desk begin to dance, “You know dem boys lak juicy fruit, Mr. Jackson.” “Juicy” is a colorful black expression for the buttocks.

Blacks, on average, are the most directly critical people I have ever met: “Dat shirt stupid. Yo’ kid a bastard. Yo’ lips big.” Unlike whites, who tread gingerly around the subject of race, they can be brutally to the point. Once I needed to send a student to the office to deliver a message. I asked for volunteers, and suddenly you would think my classroom was a bastion of civic engagement. Thirty dark hands shot into the air. My students loved to leave the classroom and slack off, even if just for a few minutes, away from the eye of white authority. I picked a light-skinned boy to deliver the message. One very black student was indignant: “You pick da half-breed.” And immediately other blacks take up the cry, and half a dozen mouths are screaming, “He half-breed.”

For decades, the country has been lamenting the poor academic performance of blacks and there is much to lament. There is no question, however, that many blacks come to school with a serious handicap that is not their fault. At home they have learned a dialect that is almost a different language. Blacks not only mispronounce words; their grammar is often wrong. When a black wants to ask, “Where is the bathroom?” he may actually say “Whar da badroom be?” Grammatically, this is the equivalent of “Where the bathroom is?” And this is the way they speak in high school. Students write the way they speak, so this is the language that shows up in written assignments.

It is true that some whites face a similar handicap. They speak with what I would call a “country” accent that is hard to reproduce but results in sentences such as “I’m gonna gemme a Coke.” Some of these country whites had to learn correct pronunciation and usage. The difference is that most whites overcome this handicap and learn to speak correctly; many blacks do not.

Most of the blacks I taught simply had no interest in academic subjects. I taught history, and students would often say they didn’t want to do an assignment or they didn’t like history because it was all about white people. Of course, this was “diversity” history, in which every cowboy’s black cook got a special page on how he contributed to winning the West, but black children still found it inadequate. So I would throw up my hands and assign them a project on a real, historical black person. My favorite was Marcus Garvey. They had never heard of him, and I would tell them to research him, but they never did. They didn’t care and they didn’t want to do any work.

Anyone who teaches blacks soon learns that they have a completely different view of government from whites. Once I decided to fill 25 minutes by having students write about one thing the government should do to improve America. I gave this question to three classes totaling about 100 students, approximately 80 of whom were black. My few white students came back with generally “conservative” ideas. “We need to cut off people who don’t work,” was the most common suggestion. Nearly every black gave a variation on the theme of “We need more government services.”

My students had only the vaguest notion of who pays for government services. For them, it was like a magical piggy bank that never goes empty. One black girl was exhorting the class on the need for more social services and I kept trying to explain that people, real live people, are taxed for the money to pay for those services. “Yeah, it come from whites,” she finally said. “They stingy anyway.”

“Many black people make over $50,000 dollars a year and you would also be taking away from your own people,” I said.

She had an answer to that: “Dey half breed.” The class agreed. I let the subject drop.

Many black girls are perfectly happy to be welfare queens. On career day, one girl explained to the class that she was going to have lots of children and get fat checks from the government. No one in the class seemed to have any objection to this career choice.

Surprising attitudes can come out in class discussion. We were talking about the crimes committed in the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina, and I brought up the rape of a young girl in the bathroom of the Superdome. A majority of my students believed this was a horrible crime but a few took it lightly. One black boy spoke up without raising his hand: “Dat no big deal. They thought they is gonna die so they figured they have some fun. Dey jus’ wanna have a fun time; you know what I’m sayin’?” A few black heads nodded in agreement.

My department head once asked all the teachers to get a response from all students to the following question: “Do you think it is okay to break the law if it will benefit you greatly?” By then, I had been teaching for a while and was not surprised by answers that left a young, liberal, white woman colleague aghast. “Yeah” was the favorite answer. As one student explained, “Get dat green.”

There is a level of conformity among blacks that whites would find hard to believe. They like one kind of music: rap. They will vote for one political party: Democrat. They dance one way, speak one way, are loud the same way, and fail their exams in the same way. Of course, there are exceptions but they are rare.

Whites are different. Some like country music, others heavy metal, some prefer pop, and still others, God forbid, enjoy rap music. They have different associations, groups, almost ideologies. There are jocks, nerds, preppies, and hunters. Blacks are all — well — black, and they are quick to let other blacks know when they deviate from the norm.

One might object that there are important group differences among blacks that a white man simply cannot detect. I have done my best to find them, but so far as I can tell, they dress the same, talk the same, think the same. Certainly, they form rival groups, but the groups are not different in any discernible way. There simply are no groups of blacks that are as distinctly different from each other as white “nerds,” “hunters,” or “Goths,” for example.

How the world looks to blacks: One point on which all blacks agree is that everything is “racis’.” This is one message of liberalism they have absorbed completely. Did you do your homework? “Na, homework racis’.” Why did you get an F on the test? “Test racis’.”

I was trying to teach a unit on British philosophers and the first thing the students noticed about Bentham, Hobbes, and Locke was “Dey all white! Where da black philosopher a’?” I tried to explain there were no blacks in eighteenth century Britain. You can probably guess what they said to that: “Dat racis’!” One student accused me of deliberately failing him on a test because I didn’t like black people.

“Do you think I really hate black people?”


“Have I done anything to make you feel this way? How do you know?”

“You just do”.

“Why do you say that?”

He just smirked, looked out the window, and sucked air through his teeth. Perhaps this was a regional thing, but the blacks often sucked air through their teeth as a wordless expression of disdain or hostility.

My students were sometimes unable to see the world except through the lens of their own blackness. I had a class that was host to a German exchange student. One day he put on a Power Point presentation with famous German landmarks as well as his school and family.

From time to time during the presentation, blacks would scream, “Where da black folk?!” The exasperated German tried several times to explain that there were no black people where he lived in Germany. The students did not believe him. I told them Germany is in Europe, where white people are from, and Africa is where black people are from. They insisted that the German student was racist, and deliberately refused to associate with blacks.

Blacks are keenly interested in their own racial characteristics. I have learned, for example, that some blacks have “good hair.” Good hair is black parlance for black-white hybrid hair. Apparently, it is less kinky, easier to style, and considered more attractive. Blacks are also proud of light skin. Imagine two black students shouting insults across the room. One is dark but slim; the other light and obese. The dark one begins the exchange: “You fat, Ridario!” Ridario smiles, doesn’t deign to look at his detractor, shakes his head like a wobbling top, and says, “You wish you light skinned.”

They could go on like this, repeating the same insults over and over.

My black students had nothing but contempt for Hispanic immigrants. They would vent their feelings so crudely that our department strongly advised us never to talk about immigration in class in case the principal or some outsider might overhear.

Whites were “racis’,” of course, but they thought of us at least as Americans. Not the Mexicans. Blacks have a certain, not necessarily hostile understanding of white people. They know how whites act, and it is clear they believe whites are smart and are good at organizing things. At the same time, they probably suspect whites are just putting on an act when they talk about equality, as if it is all a sham that makes it easier for whites to control blacks. Blacks want a bigger piece of the American pie. I’m convinced that if it were up to them they would give whites a considerably smaller piece than whites get now, but they would give us something. They wouldn’t give Mexicans anything.

What about black boys and white girls? No one is supposed to notice this or talk about it but it is glaringly obvious: Black boys are obsessed with white girls. I’ve witnessed the following drama countless times. A black boy saunters up to a white girl. The cocky black dances around her, not really in a menacing way. It’s more a shuffle than a threat. As he bobs and shuffles he asks, “When you gonna go wit’ me?”

There are two kinds of reply. The more confident white girl gets annoyed, looks away from the black and shouts, “I don’t wanna go out with you!” The more demure girl will look at her feet and mumble a polite excuse but ultimately say no.

There is only one response from the black boy: “You racis’.” Many girls — all too many — actually feel guilty because they do not want to date blacks. Most white girls at my school stayed away from blacks, but a few, particularly the ones who were addicted to drugs, fell in with them.

There is something else that is striking about blacks. They seem to have no sense of romance, of falling in love. What brings men and women together is sex, pure and simple, and there is a crude openness about this. There are many degenerate whites, of course, but some of my white students were capable of real devotion and tenderness, emotions that seemed absent from blacks — especially the boys.

Black schools are violent and the few whites who are too poor to escape are caught in the storm. The violence is astonishing, not so much that it happens, but the atmosphere in which it happens. Blacks can be smiling, seemingly perfectly content with what they are doing, having a good time, and then, suddenly start fighting. It’s uncanny. Not long ago, I was walking through the halls and a group of black boys were walking in front of me. All of a sudden they started fighting with another group in the hallway.

Blacks are extraordinarily quick to take offense. Once I accidentally scuffed a black boy’s white sneaker with my shoe. He immediately rubbed his body up against mine and threatened to attack me. I stepped outside the class and had a security guard escort the student to the office. It was unusual for students to threaten teachers physically this way, but among themselves, they were quick to fight for similar reasons.

The real victims are the unfortunate whites caught in this. They are always in danger and their educations suffer. White weaklings are particularly susceptible, but mostly to petty violence. They may be slapped or get a couple of kicks when they are trying to open a bottom locker. Typically, blacks save the hard, serious violence for each other.

There was a lot of promiscuous sex among my students and this led to violence. Black girls were constantly fighting over black boys. It was not uncommon to see two girls literally ripping each other’s hair out with a police officer in the middle trying to break up the fight. The black boy they were fighting over would be standing by with a smile, enjoying the show he had created. For reasons I cannot explain, boys seldom fought over girls.

Pregnancy was common among the blacks, though many black girls were so fat I could not tell the difference. I don’t know how many girls got abortions, but when they had the baby they usually stayed in school and had their own parents look after the child. The school did not offer daycare.

Aside from the police officers constantly on patrol, a sure sign that you are in a black school is the coke cage: the chain-link fence that many majority-black schools use to protect vending machines. The cage surrounds the machine and even covers its top. Delivery employees have to unlock a gate on the front of the cage to service the machines. Companies would prefer not to build cages around vending machines. They are expensive, ugly, and a bother, but black students smashed the machines so many times it was cheaper to build a cage than repair the damage. Rumor had it that before the cages went up blacks would turn the machines upside down in the hope that the money would fall out.

Security guards are everywhere in black schools — we had one on every hall. They also sat in on unruly classes and escorted students to the office. They were unarmed, but worked closely with the three city police officers who were constantly on duty.

There was a lot of drug-dealing at my school. This was a good way to make a fair amount of money but it also gave boys power over girls who wanted drugs. An addicted girl — black or white — became the plaything of anyone who could get her drugs.

One of my students was a notorious drug dealer. Everyone knew it. He was 19 years old and in eleventh grade. Once he got a score of three out of 100 on a test. He had been locked up four times since he was 13.

One day, I asked him, “Why do you come to school?”

He wouldn’t answer. He just looked out the window, smiled, and sucked air through his teeth. His friend Yidarius ventured an explanation: “He get dat green and get dem females.”

“What is the green?” I asked. “Money or dope?” “Both,” said Yidarius with a smile.

A very fat black interrupted from across the room: “We get dat lunch,” Mr. Jackson. “We gotta get dat lunch and brickfuss.” He means the free breakfast and lunch poor students get every day. “Nigga, we know’d you be lovin’ brickfuss!” shouts another student.

Some readers may believe that I have drawn a cruel caricature of black students. After all, according to official figures some 85 percent of them graduate. It would be instructive to know how many of those scraped by with barely a C- record. They go from grade to grade and they finally get their diplomas because there is so much pressure on teachers to push them through. It saves money to move them along, the school looks good, and the teachers look good.

Many of these children should have been failed, but the system would crack under their weight if they were all held back.

How did my experiences make me feel about blacks? Ultimately, I lost sympathy for them. In so many ways they seem to make their own beds. There they were in an integrationist’s fantasy–in the same classroom with white students, eating the same lunch, using the same bathrooms, listening to the same teachers–and yet the blacks fail while the whites pass.

One tragic outcome among whites who have been teaching for too long is that it can engender something close to hatred. One teacher I knew gave up fast food–not for health reasons but because where he lived most fast-food workers were black. He had enough of blacks on the job. This was an extreme example but years of frustration can take their toll. Many of my white colleagues with any experience were well on their way to that state of mind.

There is an unutterable secret among teachers: Almost all realize that blacks do not respond to traditional white instruction. Does that put the lie to environmentalism? Not at all. It is what brings about endless, pointless innovation that is supposed to bring blacks up to the white level. The solution is more diversity–or put more generally, the solution is change. Change is an almost holy word in education, and you can fail a million times as long as you keep changing. That is why liberals keep revamping the curriculum and the way it is taught. For example, teachers are told that blacks need hands-on instruction and more group work.

Teachers are told that blacks are more vocal and do not learn through reading and lectures. The implication is that they have certain traits that lend themselves to a different kind of teaching.

Whites have learned a certain way for centuries but it just doesn’t work with blacks. Of course, this implies racial differences but if pressed, most liberal teachers would say different racial learning styles come from some indefinable cultural characteristic unique to blacks. Therefore, schools must change, America must change. But into what? How do you turn quantum physics into hands-on instruction or group work? No one knows, but we must keep changing until we find something that works.

Public school has certainly changed since anyone reading this was a student. I have a friend who teaches elementary school, and she tells me that every week the students get a new diversity lesson, shipped in fresh from some bureaucrat’s office in Washington or the state capital. She showed me the materials for one week: a large poster, about the size of a forty-two inch flat-screen television. It shows an utterly diverse group — I mean diverse: handicapped, Muslim, Jewish, effeminate, poor, rich, brown, slightly brown, yellow, etc.–sitting at a table, smiling gaily, accomplishing some undefined task. The poster comes with a sheet of questions the teacher is supposed to ask. One might be: “These kids sure look different, but they look happy. Can you tell me which one in the picture is an American?”

Some eight-year-old, mired in ignorance, will point to a white child like himself. “That one.”

The teacher reads from the answer, conveniently printed along with the question. “No, Billy, all these children are Americans. They are just as American as you.”

The children get a snack, and the poster goes up on the wall until another one comes a week later. This is what happens at predominately white, middle-class, elementary schools everywhere. Elementary school teachers love All of the Colors of the Race, by award-winning children’s poet Arnold Adoff.

These are some of the lines they read to the children: “Mama is chocolate . . . Daddy is vanilla . . . Me (sic) is better . . It is a new color. It is a new flavor. For love. Sometimes blackness seems too black for me, and whiteness is too sickly pale; and I wish every one were golden. Remember: long ago before people moved and migrated, and mixed and matched . . . there was one people: one color, one race. The colors are flowing from what was before me to what will be after. All the colors.”

Teaching as a career: It may come as a surprise after what I have written, but my experiences have given me a deep appreciation for teaching as a career. It offers a stable, middle-class life but comes with the capacity to make real differences in the lives of children. In our modern, atomized world children often have very little communication with adults — especially, or even, with their parents — so there is potential for a real transaction between pupil and teacher, disciple and master.

A rewarding relationship can grow up between an exceptional, interested student and his teacher. I have stayed in my classroom with a group of students discussing ideas and playing chess until the janitor kicked us out. I was the old gentleman, imparting my history, culture, personal loves and triumphs, defeats and failures to young kinsman. Sometimes I fancied myself Tyrtaeus, the Spartan poet, who counseled the youth to honor and loyalty. I never had this kind intimacy with a black student, and I know of no other white teacher who did.

Teaching can be fun. For a certain kind of person it is exhilarating to map out battles on chalkboards, and teach heroism. It is rewarding to challenge liberal prejudices, to leave my mark on these children, but what I aimed for with my white students I could never achieve with the blacks.

There is a kind of child whose look can melt your heart: some working-class castaway, in and out of foster homes, often abused, who is nevertheless almost an angel. Your heart melts for these children, this refuse of the modern world.

Many white students possess a certain innocence; their cheeks still blush. Try as I might, I could not get the blacks to care one bit about Beethoven or Sherman’s march to the sea, or Tyrtaeus, or Oswald Spengler, or even liberals like John Rawls, or their own history. They cared about nothing I tried to teach them. When this goes on year after year it chokes the soul out of a teacher, destroys his pathos, and sends him guiltily searching for The Bell Curve on the Internet.

Blacks break down the intimacy that can be achieved in the classroom, and leave you convinced that that intimacy is really a form of kinship. Without intending to, they destroy what is most beautiful–whether it be your belief in human equality, your daughter’s innocence, or even the state of the hallway.

Just last year I read on the bathroom stall the words “F**k Whitey.” Not two feet away, on the same stall, was a small swastika.

The National Council for the Social Studies, the leading authority on social science education in the United States, urges teachers to inculcate such values as equality of opportunity, individual property rights, and a democratic form of government. Even if teachers could inculcate this milquetoast ideology into whites, liberalism is doomed because so many non-whites are not receptive to education of any kind beyond the merest basics.

It is impossible to get them to care about such abstractions as property rights or democratic citizenship. They do not see much further than the fact that you live in a big house and “we in da pro-jek.” Of course, there are a few loutish whites who will never think past their next meal and a few sensitive blacks for whom anything is possible, but no society takes on the characteristics of its exceptions.

Once I asked my students, “What do you think of the Constitution?” “It white,” one slouching black rang out. The class began to laugh. And I caught myself laughing along with them, laughing while Pompeii’s volcano simmers, while the barbarians swell around the Palatine, while the country I love, and the job I love, and the community I love become dimmer by the day.

I read a book by an expatriate Rhodesian who visited Zimbabwe not too many years ago. Traveling with a companion, she stopped at a store along the highway. A black man materialized next to her car window. “Job, boss, (I) work good, boss,” he pleaded. “You give job.”

“What happened to your old job?” the expatriate white asked. The black man replied in the straightforward manner of his race: “We drove out the whites. No more jobs. You give job.”

At some level, my students understand the same thing. One day I asked the bored, black faces staring back at me. “What would happen if all the white people in America disappeared tomorrow?”

“We screwed,” a young, pitch-black boy screamed back. The rest of the blacks laughed.

I have had children tell me to my face as they struggled with an assignment. “I cain’t do dis,” Mr. Jackson. “I black.”

The point is that human beings are not always rational. It is in the black man’s interest to have whites in Zimbabwe but he drives them out and starves. Most whites do not think black Americans could ever do anything so irrational. They see blacks on television smiling, fighting evil whites, embodying white values. But the real black is not on television, and you pull your purse closer when you see him, and you lock the car doors when he swaggers by with his pants hanging down almost to his knees.

For those of you with children, better a smaller house in a white district than a fancy one near a black school.

I have been in parent-teacher conferences that broke my heart: the child pleading with his parents to take him out of school; the parents convinced their child’s fears are groundless. If you love your child, show her you care — not by giving her fancy vacations or a car, but making her innocent years safe and happy. Give her the gift of a not-heavily black school.

*It is important to add that this Essay was originally posted on the Rants/Raves /Personals section of the Mobile, Alabama Craig’s list (It was removed) It was then re-posted on Facebook. (Again it was removed)  The Author wishes to remain anonymous.  I copied and pasted the original article in it’s untouched entirety on my personal Blog.


Doc S4F

I played one for four years in the Navy as a Corpsman.  That’s pronounced Kore-Mon. (You white-house scum bag).  It’s what you hear Marines yell when they’ve been hit.  While bullets are whistling past your ears, your focus is to put someone’s intestines back in their belly and throw an “abdominal dressing on it, and get them to a stretcher.

I saw my share of action but only after I had gone to Operating Technology school.  In the military, they trained Medics or Corpsman to assist in surgery.  This is why I was such a good one when I got out of the military.

Being a surgical tech was a new vocation in the country when I got out.  I was fortunate to get a “go nowhere job” with the government at the Naval Hospital in Oakland.  From there, I went to the private sector and worked for Plastic Surgeons and then eventually once Surgery centers popped up, I worked in the outpatient arena. (No call)  In the mid-1980s the Government came out with a medical reform called D.R.Gs or “Diagnostic Related Groups”.  It created “reasonable reimbursement rates for medical/surgical procedures”.  By the time this had happened, I had gotten a degree in Business and I was selling operating room stuff trying to “Make lots of money”.


Because of the cut backs in medical reimbursement; the good old days of medical sales were over.   So I went back to the operating room.  The pay was not that good but it was steady.  Then in the early 90s to 2000, Insurance companies and the government stopped paying for an assistant to help the Surgeon.  As you can see in the pic above, you need a competent extra set of hands in surgery to hold things still or to suppress bleeding while the surgeon cuts what he’s trying to resect.

When Endoscopic Surgery came out I was working at Stanford University Medical Center.  I was the surgical tech/assistant all the doctors AND under studies (Residents) wanted to work with.  Many of them said I was a better surgeon than a lot of the staff doctors they had to rotate with.  (I was fortunate because I would get to work 10 hours a day with some of the greatest Doctors at Stanford.  (These were usually private, not university doctors).

“But it’s not about me”.

During the 90s I saw my salary double.  But I’m not here to talk about my career.  I’m here to comment on the state of surgery.  The patients I worked on were lucky because I had a long history and experience in surgery.  I had really good hands.  In most cases I could have done the surgery myself.  In fact I was going to write a book of all of the bad or new surgeons and the mistakes I stopped them from making. (I’ll save those stories for another day) Today they have these vocational schools that teach kids how to hand instruments to doctors and that’s about it.  In the Navy, you were expected to sew up the patient while the doctor went to another room.  That’s a huge difference in the learning curve.

In some operations, that second set of hands needs to be very experienced and confident as well as competent.  Most of the surgery I’ve had, I’ve been able to pick my anesthesiologist and assistant to work with my surgeon.  But I’ve seen cases where that extra set of hands was just an extra set of hands.  The tech couldn’t put their finger on a set of shoe strings to help you tie your shoes, let alone, find a hole in a blood vessel and clamp it off.  So as my pay doubled, the quality of surgery declined across America.

When I look back, some of the best compliments I’ve ever heard were from a stressed out doctor who said: “I’m really glad you were there”.  At some hospitals when I was watching the new breed just out of the Bryman school, I had to turn my head and walk away, thanking God it wasn’t me on that table and appreciate the thousands of patients I did work on.  I can only see the quality of medical/surgical care diminish with Obamacare.

But it will keep the Lawyers happy and in the end, killing off 25% of the population is how you jumpstart communism right?




Bill Birnes

In 2007 the 2nd most viewed topic on the internet (After pornography) were sites about Unidentified Flying Objects.  The History Channel had a lock on the subject with the show “UFO HUNTERS” which starred Bill Birnes, Pat Uskert, and scientist Ted Ackworth .  The show was so successful it was beating John Stewart’s show in ratings.  It was getting great sponsors.  Life was good.

In the 3rd season, (2009) Obama started his quest to destroy the American economy and the networks were feeling it.  UFO HUNTERS was withstanding the poor economy and retained its’ sponsors.  But when investigating a suspected underground UFO base in Dulce, New Mexico, the HUNTERS came across an unexpected and inconvenient truth.  They discovered an earthly practice of “Human/Animal” cloning.  They went in search of Alien cattle mutilation and found cross specie experimentation.


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Birnes goes on to say that 3 days after the airing of the “Dulce” episode, Senators Lindsey Graham and Mitch McConnell introduced a bill that would make it a felony to clone Human and Animal parts.

Most of the sponsors on the History Channel are Big Pharma.  Pharmaceutical companies had their Research and development toes stepped on so they put pressure on Disney, who owns A&E, who owns the History Channel to cancel the show.  Season 3 finished airing in 2010 and Season 4 was left in the can.  Bill goes on to say that they sold the Ideas from some of the episodes to form new shows like Ancient Alien. (Which was a season 3 episode)

Below is a phone interview with Bill Birnes and I’ve uploaded the complete episode that got the series cancelled.

I feel the Topic of UFOs as well as Ghosts/Spirits is a good exercise in stretching your belief system.  Yesterday Bill O’Reilly had a discussion on the demonic possession of the 9 year old child in Gary, Indiana.  Both Bill and his guests were skeptic, yet the witnesses were credible. (A social worker and a Nurse)

As for UFO presence, I’ve always said that just because science can’t prove something exists, doesn’t mean that it doesn’t exist. It only proves ignorance.   I believe we need to keep open minds but not so open that we trip over our brains.




 I remember a scene in the first “GHOST BUSTERS” movie where Dan Akroyd and Ernie Hudson are driving in the Ambulance and Ernie says to Akroyd: “The Bible says in the end of times the dead shall rise.  Did you ever think Ray that’s why we’re so busy”?

I know for a fact that the tone of the World is in low frequency right now.  It’s a result of an uncertain future.   Everything in the world vibrates on the quantum physics level.  In the spiritual realm, a low vibrating spirit is “evil” and a high vibrating spirit is “righteous”.  A low vibrating spirit is referred to as a “dark” worker and a high vibrating spirit is referred to as a “light” worker

As humans, we have free will. We can choose to be light workers or dark workers.  We choose to be good or evil.  One problem is that the more you find comfort at a certain level of vibration; the harder it is to change.  That’s a good thing if you are a high vibrating being.  Unfortunately, if you vibrate low, it’s hard to see the light. The Bible says: “The darkness hates the light”.  Another issue is that you can’t change vibrational frequency overnight.  It takes about two years of conscious decision making.

Many people go through life thinking it’s natural to cheat on your taxes.  Some people use social injustice to justify stealing or keeping something that doesn’t belong to them.   They see corporations as faceless entities.  It’s like the conversation at the beginning of Pulp fiction when the robber is saying: “He’s got business insurance; he wasn’t supposed to be a hero and get shot”.  Light workers can’t watch darkness without speaking out.  A light worker will try to see the big picture but his/her life is guided by principle based on right and wrong.

Anger is a low vibration emotion.  This country is a very, VERY angry country.  Even those who find themselves getting stuff from the government for free know that there are light workers that despise them.  This causes sub-conscious anger.  Those who are playing the game by the rules and paying their taxes and losing stuff to those who are getting it for free, are also suppressing anger.  That can have an even more explosive result once it’s manifested.  The American Revolution was fought because the king of England was taking stuff from the colonies for free and building up the kingdom while doing nothing for the colonials.

Our union is no longer a Union.  It’s a divided republic where the makers are being outnumbered by the takers nd the makers are getting really mad.  What’s worse is that the more you want to follow the rules as a light worker; the more anger you suppress.  I believe “Our Union” is headed for an insurrection and it will be “worldwide”.

I would not be surprised if this is not the last State of the Union address America sits “quietly” through.


END OF TIMES? Documented Demonic Possession?

I thought it was just Obama oppression/Depression but it’s POSSESSION.  Read Jason Howerton’s article from the “INDYSTAR”. Police are afraid of the house and the demonic possession was witnessed by a social worker AND a nurse.  They say stuff like this will be common occurrence during the final days.

A terrified mother claims she watched in horror as her demon-possessed 9-year-old son walked backwards up a wall and ceiling. Her claims would be easy to dismiss if a child services case worker and a nurse weren’t reportedly there to witness it all.

A Real Life Demon Possession Is Being Reported in Indiana – The Details Are Almost Too Horrifying to Believe

Latoya Ammons claims all three of her children showed signs of being possessed, including “evil” smiles and strangely deep voices, the Indianapolis Star reports. The mother says she also witnessed her 12-year-old daughter levitating in their Gary, Ind., home.

Strangely enough, the scary-sounding incident is outlined in official documents. Further, Gary police Capt. Charles Austin told the Star that he is a “believer” after making several visits to the home and interviewing witnesses. He first thought the family was making stories up as part of a get-rich-quick scheme.

Ammons’ home was “exorcized” by a catholic priest in a number of ceremonies that were reportedly authorized by the Diocese of Gary. The story apparently became so believable that officers with the police department said they were too scared to stay at the house and some city officials wouldn’t even step foot on the property.

The 32-year-old mother says the spirits that haunted her family’s house were only vanquished after she moved away and underwent several exorcisms. The unbelievable story has come to light after the Indianapolis Star obtained hundreds of pages of official documents relating to the case.

The Ammons family moved into the rental house on Carolina Street in Gary, Ind., back in November 2011. They soon noticed strange occurrences, including swarms of flies around the house, footsteps in the basement and wet footprints streaking across the living room floor.

In March 2012, Ammons claims she rushed to check on her 12-year-old daughter after hearing her screams. When she entered the bedroom, she says she witnessed her daughter levitating above her bed unconscious.

The family and some of the guests they were hosting prayed over the girl until she returned back to the bed. The girl reportedly didn’t remember anything about it.

The torment reportedly continued and the family wasn’t in a position financially to flee the home. So the family contacted churches and clairvoyants for help, but they received little relief. The clairvoyants allegedly told the family their house was haunted by more than 200 demons.

A Real Life Demon Possession Is Being Reported in Indiana – The Details Are Almost Too Horrifying to Believe

Ammons claims her childrens’ eyes bulged and they regularly sported evil smiles, effects of their possession. Her youngest child would reportedly sit in a closet and talk to an invisible child that no one could see. She also claims he was once thrown from the bathroom when no one was even near him.

Most of Ammons’ allegations are backed up by her mother, Rosa Campbell, who also lived in the house.

Later in 2012, child protective services in Indiana was contacted to investigate the mother for possible child abuse or mental illness. A psychiatrist reportedly evaluated Ammons and determined she was not mentally ill.

A family case manager reportedly interviewed the family and witnessed a number of strange occurrences. Valerie Washington confirmed that she witnessed the youngest boy growling before his eyes rolled back in his head.

Washington also claimed she saw the 9-year-old boy flash a “weird grin” and then walk backward up a wall to the ceiling. Her account was corroborated by a nurse.

“There’s no way he could’ve done that,” the nurse told the Star.

After being sent to investigate Ammons, Washington concluded that an “evil influence” might be affecting the family.

The copyrighted Video on the exorcism can be seen HERE at THE BLAZE.



That’s what the WAVE magazine (South Bay/San Jose, CA) calls me.  I’m sure Greg Gutfeld has a few copies in his bathroom.  When I released my album “American Infidel”, the Wave Magazine gave it rave reviews and called me the guitar god (Little g) from Los Altos.  A city south of San Mateo where Greg was born.

Anyway, I figured the president is going give a speech to those with Obamaphones and the rest of his constituents that can’t read or write.  That’s why he uses plenty of one syllable words and can not pronounce Corpsman.  (Ask any Marine on a beach what a Corpsman is and they’ll tell you.  It’s what you yell when you’ve been hit and you’re dying.) But I digress.  So I figured instead of writing another boring article on that self important ass hole, I said: “Screw him”,  I would write about a different one.  Me!

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In my world, one of the greatest guitar instrumentals ever written was “Sleepwalk”.  It hit the charts in the late 50’s by a group called Santos and Johnny. Actually it was Santos/Santos/and Johnny.  So on my 3rd album I recorded the Iconic 50s song which was the theme song from the movie “La Bamba”.  Starring Lou Diamond Phillips.

The original won a Grammy for being the only song featuring a pedal Steel guitar to make the pop charts.  Then it got forgotten about until 1986 when Larry Carlton recorded it.  Larry’s version got very little air time and again it was forgotten about until the Stray Cats made it big.  Brian Setzer who most young people think wrote the song has a beautiful version of it.  When Brian started the Brian Setzer Orchestra (BSO) he recorded what I felt was perhaps the best version of it.

Fast forward to 2004.  I was in love with the song.  I loved the original, I felt BSO with that horn section just lit the song up.  (Damn those horns) So when I was in the studio doing my version, I wanted to stay true to the original but I wanted it to POP like Setzer’s BSO version.  So I used various guitars.  I played slide on a Les Paul guitar and I played the Horn section with a Melodic Heavy Metal guitar to make it pop.  (It’s called shredding).  Put it all together and I say this after 10 years of the album’s release, but I think my version is amongst the best.  If you took my version and spliced Brian’s horns in it, it would be the best by far.  Unlike Brian who tends to play “Busy” and unlike Santos and Johnny who just played a “foundation”.  I think my version is “amongst” the best.

If I could have only mixed in those beautiful horns.

YOU BE THE JUDGE.  I don’t think the BSO version is on you tube any longer, also the photos were shot by me and all of the instruments were played by me.

Dearborn The New 51st Muslim state



I mean freedom fighters?


Remember this Video?  It’s Mr. Burns taking “Santa’s little Helper” and poking him in the eyes.  He’s shouting Poka-Poka-Poka !

What Obama is doing is exercising the Cloward and Piven attack.  If you step back and look at the BIG PICTURE.  He’s putting in place all of the pieces he needs to make us the Divided Socialist States of Amerika.  He has created more income in-equality by making the Rich much Richer and the poor even poorer and in the middle, the average household income has declined by 4,000 dollars.  4,000 you could have use to pay for Obamacare. (Which was designed to fail so Obama could fix it with single payer socialism)

California is forcing Smith & Wesson to micro stamp Bullets casings so the police can trace the shells back to the person who bought them.  (Not fired them)  But the big picture made Smith and Wesson move out of California.  (And I thought I was being unique)

Recently a woman was being fined 5000 thousand dollars a day by the department of agriculture for throwing a private Birthday party on her private farm for selling……..”Goat’s Milk”.  And she’s in the dairy business.

Recently the feds busted into a mall theater and grabbed a young man’s glasses and held him for interrogation for 3 hours asking him who he was pirating movies for.  The man said, they’re not even on, I have prescription lenses in my google glasses.  Instead of checking to see if a crime had been committed, they played bad cop/bad cop.  After checking the new tech glasses they found a few pics of his wife, laughed and said sorry and was given 4 free tickets to the theater.  Will the ACLU stand up for this guy?

Every day it’s a new unbelievable story from the IRS, to the NSA, to Benghazi, to the GSA blowing millions, to 1.7 million rounds of hollow points being bought by the DHS.

Poka-Poka-Poka !

Now to really get your eyes bleeding, he’s invited 30,000 Syrians to live in America. Check out the Wall street article below.  How much do you want to bet Dearborn, MI becomes a separate Muslim state with Sharia law?

The Wall Street Journal article, which was published on January 10, 2014 and written by Miriam Jordan reports:

U.S. plans to resettle thousands of Syrians displaced by their country’s civil war could hinge on those refugees receiving exemptions from laws aimed at preventing terrorists from entering the country.

A U.S. official stated publicly for the first time this week that some of the 30,000 especially vulnerable Syrians the United Nations hopes to resettle by the end of 2014 will be referred to the U.S. for resettlement.

More than two million Syrians have fled their country since the war erupted in 2011, creating the worst refugee crisis since the Rwandan genocide, advocates say. About 20 countries, mostly in Europe, have agreed to take 18,000 Syrians, according to United Nations High Commission for Refugees, or UNHCR, the agency charged with referrals.

The U.S. has not set a specific target for how many refugees it will resettle. But at a Senate hearing Tuesday, State Department Assistant Secretary Anne Richard said, “We expect to accept referrals for several thousand Syrian refugees in 2014.”

Post-9/11 immigration laws designed to keep out terrorists have had the unintended consequence of ensnaring some innocent people. For example, some of the provisions treat providing food or services to rebels—even those supported by the U.S.—as “material support” to terrorism.

Sen. Dick Durbin (D., Ill.), a key proponent of refugee resettlement, said the “overly broad” provisions would prevent a Syrian who gave a cigarette or a sandwich to a Free Syrian Army soldier from coming to the U.S. as a refugee.

Now look at the big picture.  It’s been my opinion for 5 years now that what this Despot wants more than anything is a word that Rhymes with Partial Flaw.  That would be the coup de gras.


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January 9, 1925 – January 22, 2014 Pierre Jalbert, Captain of the 1948 Canadian Olympic Ski Team, actor, film editor and ADR specialist, passed away at age 89 in Los Angeles on January 22nd, following complications from a recent heart attack. A native of Quebec City, he moved to Los Angeles in 1952, and became a film and dialogue editor at Universal and MGM. Credits include Blackboard Jungle, Bad Day at Black Rock, Ben Hur, Mutiny on the Bounty, An American in Paris, Tea and Sympathy, Something of Value. In 1961, the agent of Pierre’s wife Joy recommended he audition for the role of a French-speaking WWII GI in the TV drama, “Combat!” Pierre played the role of “Caje” from 1962-1967.  Caje was a regular favorite.  He was known for “Taking the Point”  He played the squad’s French translator.

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He was also featured in The Richard Petty Story, Ski Bum, Ski Lift to Death and Airport ’79. Pierre then returned to the cutting room and ADR booth at Paramount, and worked on Concorde, Bloodline, Grease, The Godfather (including the famous baptism intercut sequence at the end of the movie), and the miniseries Shogun – where he was nominated for an Emmy for sound editing. Pierre excelled in home remodeling, masonry, and artistic crafts, and enjoyed French history, Eastern philosophy, fine wine and good conversation. Pierre is survived by his loving wife of 53 years, former actress and ballerina Joy Lee. Memorial service details are pending – Parts published by the L.A. Times

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 I’m not going to watch it.  Why not?  Even if he confessed all of his sins before God do you think he would be telling the truth?  What you’ll hear tomorrow will be a Campaign speech because that’s all Obama knows what to do.  Community Organizer is another title for shit stirrer.  Making a Community Organizer the President is like putting a rat in a barrel and telling it to go piss in the corner.

He won’t start off with the race card, but he’ll start by bashing Wall Street.  He’ll say we need more income equality.  There’s a name for that Mr. Community Organizer.  If you want income equality, there are well over 100,000 communities in the U.S. that offer 3 meals a day and income equality.  You have a choice of Federal or State.

If you’re young, able and have a clean rap sheet; the Military offers 3 squares and a place to sleep.  Of course you have to learn to be respectful and obey orders.  For both enlisted and officers the income is equal based on time in rank etc…

So I honestly expect the SOTU to be a collective rant of rhetoric on how Wall Street is making the “little guy” or the “Middle class” a victim.  He loves that word.  It’s a tool community organizers use as much as therapists say: “How does that make you feel” or “and then what happens”.  If he tries to point to accomplishments, he’ll tell a story of how HE’S gotten us “one third” out of the hole.  But he won’t mention it was the hole he dug or how deep it really is.

Expect to hear: “Now anyone with a pre-existing condition blah blah blah ……..” or, WE’RE producing more energy than ever.  NO Mr. Community Organizer.  Not because of you; In Spite of YOU!  Oh and that income inequality thing?  You’ve done more to make the rich richer and the poor poorer.  One wonders if those were your marching orders back in 2006?