Beyond the Cusp

January 2, 2017

Philosophical Meanderings on Death

 

Many philosophers and deep thinkers, including those from the medical fields who work most closely with death, have written great volumes on the subject of death from numerous and diverse directions. They use technical jargon, some Latin, words with more syllables than appear necessary and even try discerning from experiments exactly what death is. Theologians talk of death as a passage but once they try and explain passage the, what or where they get all confusing and they go into their diffusion through use of sublimely defined terminology and references to writings by other theologians who were equally vague or tripping on some strong hallucinogenic drugs. This will be none of these as this is just as much my recounting of experiences and putting feelings as well as descriptions as best as I am able of three separate, though two are related and the other describes the differences from the others, times I have had a brush with death. This will not be as much a definition than a description of events as best I can recall, and these are, if I may borrow a description from soon to be ex-Secretary of State Kerry from his descriptions of his battles which resulted in his three Purple Hearts from Viet Nam, “etched firmly into the crevasses (he likely was saying ‘crevices’ but with his overly-pronounced Bostonian accent it sounded more like crevasses) of my mind,” or something equally and grandly pathetic. Anyway, let’s proceed on to the actual subject.

 

My first brush with death was the one I almost forgot, and had my life never come close again I would have completely forgotten, tucking all away deep in the back of my mind, which is that part of your mind that gives nightmares and is only freed up by future traumas. It was Christmas vacation, that means long enough back in time that Christmas was a word used in people’s lives and had yet to be replaced by ‘Winter’ when describing school vacations, public events and the reason there is a big pine tree in the town circle but is no longer adorned with festive lights after Thanksgiving and on into the new year, now it sits there blankly and blandly staring as if to ask, “Now what am I to do?” My family had gone to warmer climes for the holiday and I had just finished swimming in the pool but had not made it to the edge. I sank, threw a hand up out of the water waving it frantically, or so it felt. This was the deep end of the pool and I was not able to stand or reach the bottom so I waved, then slower, then I began to feel warm and then I jerked upright sitting on a stretcher throwing off a sheet from my face. I heard a thump and turned to see the attendant at the rear of the stretcher fall back to the ground, he apparently had bounced after feinting. I was in the hotel lobby, not the pool, but I was also confused enough not to question this. They checked me out after I finished spitting out water from seemingly everywhere within including coughing it from lungs and spewing it from wherever. That was what I remembered for years about my drowning experience. That was approximately fifty or so years back from this writing. Not much insight except the mind really prefers to tuck these remembrances away, far, far away where you will hopefully never find them. You all know the place; it is that place you put things to be safe and then can never find them again, that kind of put somewhere safe. Safe from even yourself.

 

Moving along around twenty years and we are parking the car and going into the Auxiliary Administrative and Out Patient Building of a major hospital in the City of Brotherly Love. It is a late Friday afternoon before a three day Memorial Day weekend and I was to be the last patient. We were fifteen minutes early but apparently some patients had cancelled and likely headed to the beach rather than that doctor’s office. The staff was in a hurry to get my brain scan done and probably head to the beach and join the rest of Philadelphia’s population. These were those primitive, pre CAT scan days of medicine where they pumped copious amounts of radioactive iodine into your bloodstream and then took passive radiation X-rays where there is no beam of electrons, it just reads the isotopes shooting out their particles within your circulatory system, and thus lighting up everything. Well, they were really in a hurry so they hooked up the IV, increased the flow rate asking all the while, “Are you feeling dizzy?” I was not so I told them so and they had the stopcock almost all the way open position and they went off to prepare the exam room. I did start to feel dizzy and inhaled to say something but never made it that far. I felt warm and odd, a very weird but not uncomfortable odd which is indescribable. Then I realized that what I was looking at was me sitting there with my wife sitting next to me likely daydreaming as she had nothing she was supposed to be doing except driving when we left. I looked down and floated around doing a 360o turn thinking that this was rather strange. Just as I thought that I transitioned to a new place and all new scene and realized that I had not had a body during this entire series of events. It was dark with a faint thin line of light and I was moving towards it but there was no real sense of motion like wind rushing by, simply I was approaching the line of light and as I got closer I started to hear voices and then joined conversations. The closer I came the more conversations we were sharing all at once, each separate, different but all equally understood at the time. The voices then slowed and became one very piercing, loud, booming, deep voice which stated with urgency for me to, “Step forward and stay or turn now.” For reasons I cannot explain now and could not then, I turned and woke in my body just as the defibrillator screeched to full charge. I gave a yelp type sound like a scared puppy. They internally discharged the paddles into the unit. They had stopped the IV and they returned to the room leaving a nurse to watch me, probably should have done that originally.

 

My Argument with Death

My Argument with Death

 

While I waited the three or four minutes for their preparations to be completed I looked at the strip they had printed out likely for the required report when you kill a patient. After later working in a hospital I now know that allowing or having a patient die are two different actions that a hospital defines. While allowing patients to die can depend on such little items such as end of life family decisions leading to a ‘Do Not Resuscitate’ (DNR) notation on the door, to homeless people whose Medicare has run out, these people are allowed the ‘dignity’ of death. On the other hand, having a patient die is something to be avoided at all costs and everything possible is done to revive patients who forgot to keep breathing. This is because the legal department does not like working, especially responding to wrongful death suits as these cost hospitals million and even tens of millions of dollars. Back to looking at my strip which contained heart wave (EKG) and four channels of Electroencephalogram (EEG) and realized I had done something impressive. There was no heart-rate with close to almost five minutes and just under three minutes of no brainwaves.

 

That evening after having something to eat I sat back in my recliner rehashing through my memories of that day’s events. Everything was still quite clear to me and the something that did not fit entered my thoughts. The events were not exactly the same but that loud voice was the same. My drowning returned to be relived in memory. I had gone quickly from thrashing to warm to somewhere else where I was moving forward to a distant point of light which grew ever so slightly wider when something blocked my continuing and that voice ordered me, “GO BACK!” There was no debate, no choice, just this overwhelming and undeniable movement of turning and going back, but back where? Then I sat up and realized where. The rest is above with the poor attendant getting the shock for the week in a job which probably sees it share of the unusual. The similarities of these two events struck me and have stayed with me. The confusion was that the second time I was granted to choose. The drowning was not meant to be and that was rectified, I was not permitted passage beyond, period. This second time was what was intriguing more so than troubling. The concept that one can choose whether or not to die makes for interesting debate, even if the debate was all in my head. This choosing whether or not you pass that point of no return, and that point in apparently somewhere during the transition where you are already accommodating and acclimating oneself for the next phase of our continuing existence.

 

This inner debate may have been critical in my last episode, my last brush with death thusfar. This time there was no out of body experience though I did not realize that I was actually having my fight in the hospital, I thought it was more metaphysical, thoughts of actions rather than actual actions. I was to find out differently. This story does require some back information, my friends, please put up with one last telling or jump to the next paragraph. This starts off on one evening living in Green Country, Oklahoma where there are no tumbleweeds, no cacti, no barren rocks and sand but rather trees, bushes, grass and real cattle country. I was about to turn in while wiffy was still playing away on the computer. I lied down and just felt wrong, so I took an accounting of what I was feeling. I had no chest pain but tingling in the insides of both arms, legs felt heavy, vision was clouded at the periphery, a general sense of weakness and ill of ease. As I listed these and more I realized that I had just listed every secondary symptom of a heart attack. I interrupted wiffy and told her we needed to go to the hospital. She informed our son that Dad was having a heart attack and she was taking me to the hospital to which he showed minimal interest, with some side-eyed disbelief, as I recall. Despite there being an Emergency Squad stationed less than a full block away at the Firehouse, we chose to drive to the hospital. Advice, if you think you are having a heart attack, get an ambulance otherwise they tend not to believe you. Wiffy (who shall remain nameless) let me off at the entrance, as you really do not want to make your spouse who may be having a heart attack walk too far, and I walked ten feet to the desk. The lady receptionist asked if she could assist me and I told her I was having a heart attack plainly, calmly, as if telling her she was raising nice looking tulips. She asked if I had chest pain and I responded that I was not. She then questioned why I thought I was having a heart attack. I told her I was exhibiting nearly every secondary symptom and listed five or six. She inquired why I thought these were signs of a heart attack so I told her I was a bio med-tech and had worked for a dozen years in a thousand bed heart centered hospital in Washington D.C. and was familiar with many diagnoses including heart attack. She had me sign a form and asked me to fill it out when Wiffy arrived and I handed her the form and my insurance card. The receptionist had an orderly politely show me to the back area in a corner to a bench filled with more people all of whom looked rather less than joyful. Arlo Guthrie described this in Alice’s Restaurant as the ‘Group W Bench’ which is where they send people they do not quite believe are having a problem and are likely trying to obtain drugs for a night’s entertainment, self-entertainment that is. Fortunately for all involved, they did take blood and sent it off to the lab, possibly but not necessarily with a STAT order. Anyone who has been in a five hundred bed or better hospital with a major Emergency Department knows that blood work sent to the lab takes from thirty minutes to forever to be returned. Mine came back in under ten minutes and all of a sudden there are eight nurses making me as comfortable as I desire in my own room and three doctors examining me and a tech hooking me up to an EKG monitor. I assumed they had found a particular protein in my blood sample.

 

I was given a room fairly soon thereafter in a ward where I was the only patient who was conscious. Their treatment while hooking me up to this, that and the other was not particularly taking my comfort into account treating me more like a cadaver in Nurse College than a conscious, feeling patient. This soon upset me as one particular insertion was attempted with minimal if any lubricant and I went off! We finally struck a compromise where I would inform them of any need to take that measurement and we would go from there. Wiffy left later that night as I apparently was resting peaceably so she missed the fun. Sometime after midnight, my recollection is around 2:30ish in the morning I felt a familiar presence. My old friend had come for me once more and was insistent that this time was the time. We proceeded to argue and a fight broke out with my insisting that I was not leaving this mortal plane and my old friend insisting somebody was leaving with her and my name was at the top of her list, or some other silly insistence.

 

From what I was informed by overhearing nurses talking as if everybody was in a coma, they really were not used to conscious patients in this ward, there had been a death soon after our scuffle had ended. Apparently I was fighting anybody who came anywhere near me and had caused a commotion resulting in people trying to contain me. The number of people was consistently around ten to twelve people who had formed a ring around me to contain me. That seemed correct as that was the number there when I apparently returned consciously to this world from fighting apparently still in my body physically but my mind operating in a netherworld between places. I must have been aware of my surroundings to some extent because when I realized where I was I found myself on the floor in the middle of the ward open area surrounded by nurses and four or five large either male nurses or orderlies. They inquired why I had ceased trying to get up and I told them the truth. I stated, “The bald guy keeps throwing me on the ground, so why get up?” This appeared to baffle and please them and they assisted me back to my room, hooked me again to the monitors and intravenous pump leaving the bald guy to watch me, probably as intimidation. Apparently, during my argument I was also talking in the real world and, as I did serve some time as a United States Army infantryman, had chosen some colorful declarative terminology during our scuffle. The doctor the next morning was not upset about the physical altercation as he was about my choice language as this was a Catholic Hospital and I would be refused care if such continued. I assured him that there would be no more problems.

 

That was me near-death and apparently in-body experience and as I was told by my cardiologist, the hospital had initially written me off not expecting me to survive the night. I had under 10% heart function and was told I would definitely require having an internal defibrillator as part of my treatment once I was strong enough. They had been able, after a week of treatment, to place two stents (Israeli stents) into arteries on my heart and cleared apparent blockages. Much if not most of my left ventricle was black in color, not deep red, black. The cardiologist who performed my catheterization and follow-up has given us a detailed description when giving us the good news of my one year heart function tests. I had cleared 50% heart function tests (a measure of heart efficiency and output where over 50% is low end norms for a man in his 60’s and sufficient to not require any internal medical equipment, no defibrillator, no pacemaker, no nothing. My cardiologist all but danced a jig whenever we met as he had doubted I could clear 33%, let alone match what had been a boast of clearing 50%, I actually hit 51%, which was remarkable and to have only a small scar on the heart muscle which was one-third black is my personal miracle, Baruch Hashem. But our subject is not completely about survival but the challenge called death.

 

What I have come to find is that death comes in more than one form. The most pleasant is the form where you are permitted, with limitations, to neaten up and do whatever last items you might need such as saying good-bye to everyone, apologizing to an old friend for some stupid act, whatever it is and then when you are ready you agree you go quietly and peaceably to the next part of our journey. This might even include after you have been struck by a bus and are in two pieces ten feet apart and death will ask if you are ready implying you should use great haste if there is anything left to do. If one were to refuse to go quietly, allowing them to see their present state would be sufficient for them to agree to leave. Medical science cannot treat such injuries. Then there is the more insistent messenger of death, angel of death if you prefer, who comes bearing an order with your name on it, not at the top of a list of candidates, just one name and you are it. No choices, no moment to say good-bye, just that split instant where your face turns blank and then you are gone off to the next stop. We all go to the same next place and we make our way there as best we can. That was the gist of what I was told that one time I was graced with conversing.

 

There is no want in the next realm as we have no bodies to feed or care about upkeep, we are simply thoughts bundled in a sheath of energy. We can talk but in concepts and a kind of enveloping understanding. The interesting part is you can take time; apparently, to be alone with your own thoughts or you can have one-on-one or small group discussions or have as many separate conversations with groups, individuals or any combination thereof. Your identity remains whole and intact and you have the same feelings you had when on the Earthly plane but without the actual body. Whether that wanes over time or what happens after you have spent time in the next realm, that I do not yet know and likely one cannot know that and return here to your former physical self. Can one return, I honestly do not know but from my one experience my question is why would anyone wish to return? Is the next realm our final place or is there something beyond that where we would later transgress into? I cannot answer that any more than a zygote can fathom the life ahead of them and eventual death. The closest I ever found myself was as a potential seed about to be planted to grow in the next realm. By planted I do not in any way imply anchored as tour spirit, your next self, is free to do as it pleases within whatever physical realities exist in a place where energy is the means of communication and existence. There is nothing but a small ball of energy which is the essence of all you ever were, a crystallized energy with no absolute form or restriction of location as you can obviously exist in near endless and innumerable conversations and interaction simultaneously, so there is really little if any restriction known as location to our physical selves. Imagine conversing with every person who ever lived and all having knowledge base which becomes a sense of singularity of all but one still remains with a knowledge of self. Everything is mixed into a larger entity with every part interacting with the others and still you can feel like you move about though the mode of travel is thought energy, you move as per your thoughts much as the physicists describe quantum theory. Perhaps the best of descriptions of the interactions in the next realm, it would be described as similar to quantum entanglement except one can entangle with multiple others and the spin is up to you or as Einstein put it, “spooky action at a distance.”

 

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October 2, 2016

A Prayer Need be on Every Trump Supporter’s Lips

 

If one were to take a poll of answers of what prayer and number one concern should preoccupy every Donald Trump supporter’s lips and minds, they would get a wide and varied plethora of answers. Many would say their concern and prayer would focus on his being able to focus on the game plan and path laid out by his handlers and advisors. Others would pray for him to develop discipline as that is the most apparent trait of which Donald Trump has a deficiency. Then there is the general wish for him to stay on message of exclaiming Hillary Clinton’s numerous short-comings. There are those who want the e-mails in slot one with others wanting Benghazi to lead the list while others want the financial shenanigans and the Clinton Foundation misadventures. Some want that she sold State Department and other favors for donations to the Clinton Foundation or to her campaign funds and related 501C NGO’s, to be broadcast at every turn. Others simply want her to be pressed by Donald Trump in the remaining debates forcing her to exhibit the nasty temperament she tries so hard to conceal to be forced out on the stage of those world broadcasts. Almost all of these prayers and concerns focus on Donald Trump proving that Hillary is not fit for the office while exhibiting his qualities to be President. Believe it or not, all of these concerns or prayers miss what probably could be the single most important item, Hillary’s health and other problems remaining contained long enough for her to reach Election Day still on the ballot.

 

The problem comes for Donald Trump is that he and Hillary Clinton both have monstrous negatives with groups of the population that would never have voted for any Democrat or Republican. These people are not the problem for either candidate because diehard Democrats disgusted over Donald Trump on the ballot and similarly dedicated Republicans reviled by Hillary Clinton are all equally of no concern to either candidate. Now Democrats who are fighting their conscience in order to vote for Hillary Clinton and Republicans fighting their revulsion to vote for Donald Trump are very important as are those who are choosing third party or even voting across their party line and supporting the other major candidate are of paramount importance to both candidates. These are the voters who will be deciding this election and may even bring some surprises in any purple state and potentially even solid blue and red states. This means that both candidates are fortunate that their opponent also has a similar difficulty in retaining their party’s support. With both candidates facing a challenge in getting out their party vote, as many in each party are less than enthused over their party’s candidate, it will come down to which candidate gets their supporters to the polls and possibly gets sufficient disgusted members of their opponent’s party to the polls to vote for the opposing party. There is one more item which will have an effect one way or potentially the other; and that is Hillary Clinton’s health. So, what are the signs?

 

First Debate with Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump

First Debate with Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump

 

Well, Hillary Clinton completely collapsed at a 911 memorial ceremony. The claims that she had been suffering from pneumonia leaves other suspicions. Her smiling and almost chatty disposition and apparent robotic-like movements have left rumors that Hillary had been filled with questionable medications or stimulants to allow her to make it through the ninety-minute debate last Monday. That smile which gave the appearance of the smile worn by The Joker in the Batman movies simply fed suspicions as to what ailment of afflictions Hillary Clinton suffers. Those who continue to believe that Hillary Clinton is the next best thing to the coming of a Messiah, she has no problems and her recovery from pneumonia was nothing less than more proof of her monumental and near godlike recuperative powers. The collapse, coughing and lack of appearances including refusing media access in any unscripted scenario such as answering questions after any appearance simply added fuel to the rumors of the problems causing Hillary to avoid public appearances. Hillary has even held to a sparse number of campaign appearances presumably because she was in debate preparations, apparently for well over a month. Who knew Donald Trump might pose such a challenge for the presumably overly qualified and superior candidate Hillary who is immeasurably more qualified by any comparison reported by the mainstream media. Apparently preparation was that thorough and lengthy and who are we mortals to question Hillary Clinton, the inevitable one.

 

Here is why Donald Trump supporters had best pray that Hillary remains healthy because Donald Trump is not prepared to face any other Democrat candidate. Should Hillary Clinton fall so ill as to withdraw from the campaign and resign as the Democrat candidate then the Democrats could choose virtually anyone to take her place. This would mean that Donald Trump would need to destroy this new handpicked candidate in the remaining two debates or face a humiliating loss. Imagine the excitement that would be resultant from Hillary Clinton leaving the ticket and Bernie Sanders, Elizabeth Warren or Joe Biden be placed as her replacement. Each would bring a decisive alteration and the Hillary supporters would likely be beseeched by Bill Clinton to support the new candidate as this would be the best tribute they could provide and this would please Hillary and Bill Clinton and who could resist such a supplication. Additionally, there would be the additional supporters which would start coming out of the woodwork and the Democrats would soon have their entire party excited to support their candidate and Donald Trump would be facing an invigorated Democrat Party while the Republican Party would remain in its current dismal state with entire wings of the party contemptuous of their Party’s candidate. Remove Hillary and place any normal candidate with anything even approaching normal negatives and baggage, even if false identifying as a Native American or not being an actual Democrat but instead a dedicated card carrying socialist independent, would not work to the detriment that Hillary Clinton provides for the candidacy of Donald Trump to allow the necessary hope for him to win the Presidency. No, the only Democrat candidate which would allow any hope for Donald Trump to win the Presidential elections would be a Hillary Clinton and none other so her health is of paramount importance to the Trump Camp if he is to have any hope of being elected President. So, Trump supporters would be advised to add Queen Hillary having good health to their nightly prayers or whatever supplications of which they partake if they hope for Donald to have any hope of a chance to win come November 8, Election Day.

 

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September 28, 2016

Debate One; Hillary the Destroyer

 

Hillary Clinton probably won the first debate hands down. She managed to make Donald Trump be on the defensive from the word go through to the concluding remarks. She used innuendo, smear, accusations and a steady diet of calling him a liar, cheat and some old favorites such as ‘bait and switch’ and ‘fact check’ this, that and the other. And where were we to go to fact check these presumed lies? Well, to Hillary’s web site where she had real fact checkers who were unbiasedly giving out the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. There was no way these fact checkers were from her campaign staff or that they might also need fact checking as they labeled everything Donald likely said, including the, ‘a’, ‘and’, ‘the’ and ‘good evening’ as being false. What was wrong with good evening, well it was not necessarily good and it was not evening everywhere the debate was being watched, it was 4:00 AM where I watched it and I have to agree that it was not good, I would much rather have continued sleeping. And I watched it again the past afternoon just to make sure no biases played a role in critiquing this as this is an editorial site, not the New York Times, which actually is also an editorial site. Hillary basically was a bulldog who had just been given a Donald Trump chew toy soaked in gravy.

 

Donald appeared startled by the initial assaults and the torrents which followed. He appeared to have believed the debate would be civil. He was the obvious non-political hard-nosed attack drone. He was also the obvious target of exactly that. He tried defending himself and was often reminded it was Hillary’s turn to defame and he should take it like a good little chew toy. Trump missed almost every opportunity to attack Hillary and often to do so with substance. On cyber security her e-mails hardly were mentioned. On policy there were slight mentions on her foreign policy disasters and her lack of fixing anything in her thirty years in politics, though much of those thirty years she had accomplished being her husband’s defense against charges of severe womanizing and even rape and of having attacked viciously any woman who claimed any improprieties. Trump never mentioned Benghazi and stuck mostly to Libya and Syria and did accuse her and President Obama of setting the stage for the formation of ISIS and then remaining inactive when it could have been destroyed early on. She blamed George W. Bush for setting the date for their pulling out the troops and Iraq for not delivering on demand at the twelfth hour guaranteed protection of American servicemen and women which they simply accepted without any form of argument or rebuttal demanding or even pleading, they simply responded, OK, we will leave if that is what you and your Iranian minders desire as we would not desire to impede Iran in taking over most of Iraq as we are actually Iranian Manchurian candidates and work for them. On Iran, Donald Trump did hit Hillary on that deal which was not entirely true as the final mess was more attributed to John Kerry, her successor, and President Obama.

 

When All You Have is Some Simple Slogan, that's it!!

 

The theme for the night was largely Trump is a liar and not allowing him the latitude or grace granted Clinton. She was granted far wider interruption rights and running over on her two minute limit, or it seemed so while Trump was more often remanded for interrupting and being informed it was Hillary’s turn and he need be quiet before he would be made to go sit in the corner. The moderator remained otherwise fair until the closing moments when Lester Holt joined in with Hillary Clinton in demeaning Donald Trump accusing him of womanizing, spookily hanging around beauty pageants, and calling one contestant a ‘pig’ and a variety of other misadventures and attacks, verbal in nature, against women and general debasing women. This came conveniently soon after accusing Trump of racial segregation in a housing project and being taken to court over the racial profiling and rejection of minorities. What was removed was context. Donald had just been given these properties to manage, he settled the case, ended all such profiling across the board and has never shown any racial, religious or other such improprieties in anything he has done his entire career even when advised it would make business sense to do so. Both accusations were low blows and the womanizing came when he would not be allowed a rebuttal and to have such come from the facilitator of William Jefferson Clinton’s career womanizing and proven improprieties was beyond surreal.

 

Here is our advice for Hillary. Try appearing more human and that smile does not have to be there all mechanoid-like as if it is programmed onto your face. Do not be so stiff in your movements as if you are constantly running through facts and figures looking up your next line to speak and what defamations from a list fit the subject to lead off with and which one to close with as there must be an attack at the front and back of each segment to prevent Donald from refuting both or if doing so not being able to give his positions any fleshing out in his allotted time. Relax some and use different meters when talking otherwise you may start rumors you were home with pneumonia and that was an advanced attack drone or android in your place. Furthermore, the world is not your enemies with the only trustable people are those paid to take your side. Try a smidge of humor every now and then as that is what a normal person does and most politicians attempt to emulate normal human beings. Lastly, breathe between sentences as otherwise we are back to the robotic android appearance. We can live with the never let up and always attack, attack, attack until the target resembles pancake batter. Continue stressing your plan to tax the rich and give to the rest claiming the Robin Hood award for generosity (though Robin Hood stole from those who were ruling and taxing the poor and gave it back to the taxpayers, not exactly your plan but most people are unaware of this and only know the song where he took from the rich and gave to the poor never mentioning the rich were the government of the time).

 

Here is our advice for Donald. Spend less time on defense and more on attack. Hillary has more faults than California and some of them can and will cause the BIG One. Bring these faults up regularly with one somewhere within each segment and they can and should be repeatable and used more than once. Benghazi, that is one of the most touchy. Always mention and remind people that Hillary’s tax the rich includes households making a combined income of over fifty-thousand dollars and that the middle class to her are those making under twenty-four thousand a year households which pretty much rules out all married couples where both work. Allude to the fact that should she raise the minimum wage to $15.00 an hour that that would make a household with two minimum wage workers borderline wealthy and that it will cost around half a million in lost minimum wage jobs. Point out how you will be best served should the minimum wage be increased to $15.00 an hour to replace as many minimum wage workers with automated systems and thus have zero minimum wage employees and that Wendy’s and other fast food restaurants are already heading in that direction out of fear of such a minimum wage increase. Pound her berating Israeli Prime Minister Netanyahu for over half an hour demanding he surrender to President Obama’s disastrous plan to make the entire West Bank into another Gaza and give the land away without a single guarantee except that President Obama and Hillary promises that the Palestinians would behave nice, despite Mahmoud Abbas promises to do the exact opposite and continue the terror attacks. Bring up her disgraceful defense of President Clinton and his known sexual escapades and mention Monica Lewinski, Gennifer Flowers, Eileen Wellstone, Paula Jones, Kathleen Willey, Juanita Broaddrick, Dolly Kyle, Sally Perdue, and Elizabeth Ward Gracen. You have played the gentleman, now play the respectable man who is simply telling truths and not attempting to hurt this poor, innocent, defenseless woman. Use facts and invite people to fact check your accusations themselves and not rely on your or Hillary’s so-called fact checkers as they are paid employees, both yours and hers. Take a slight hit to give an even bigger one and take away her check my fact checkers as they are honest to the last dollar spent on them. Remember the disasters such as ISIS, Benghazi, Libya in general, Syria, the Red Line fiasco with chemical weapons with Bashir al-Assad, demeaning the Israeli Prime Minister, the Iran Deal, and of course the e-mails, their erasure when a court ordered them turned over, and how any regular citizen would be spending life in prison if they skirted justice and flaunted her refusal to obey the court and get away with it.

 

“What difference, at this point, what difference does it make?”

 

Our advice to the American People is for them to watch all the debates, even the Vice-Presidential debate and choose wisely as more than the United States rests in the balance of their choice. There is a force reawakening and the last time it awakened it almost conquered Europe if not for two battles in different times and places, one in Tours on October 10, 732, where the hero was Charles “The Hammer” Martellus (Martel) and the other two hundred years later give or take at Vienna on September 12, 1683, where the hero was King of Poland John III Sobieski. Now Europe is almost lost and if they are to make a comeback it will require a number of dedicated changes and new leaders in the mold of the Dutch Parliamentarian Geert Wilders, actress Bridgette Bardot and others and once again the great assistance from the standard of freedoms, the United States. Yes, America will likely be called to save the western Liberal World once again and hopefully this one will be the last though that may never be possible.

 

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