President Joe Biden had gone on record with a camera in his face saying he would not grant a pardon to his son, Hunter, for the mess he was in. Hunter eventually pled guilty to tax fraud and gun law violations. With Joe Biden’s being a lame duck with only 50 days or so remaining in his term as president, he changed his mind and pardoned Hunter. Or, did he merely change his mind? That is the question – and, the answer reveals the truth: He lied!
Without beating a dead (or, near dead) horse, he’s repeatedly lied as to having any knowledge of the millions of dollars Hunter bagged, deposited into over 20 phony shell accounts, then funneled these funds to his family members including the Big Guy. (If Joe wasn’t the Big Guy, who was?). All records have been painstakingly verified and sourced by the U.S. Congress in its investigation of the matter; the facts have been made public.
Let’s now get to the point: When Joe Biden claimed he would not pardon his son, Hunter, he was most certainly lying; he did not merely change his mind.
He was only virtue signaling when he made these statements. Virtue signaling is an attempt to show others that you are a good person by expressing opinions that will be acceptable to them.
Biden was attempting to appear as a man of principle. But, what does that mean? According to my Webster’s New International Dictionary of the English Language, second edition, an unabridged compilation of 100 years of genuine Webster Dictionaries, printed in the year 1948, here’s what I found. Principle: a fundamental truth; a comprehensive law or doctrine from which others are derived; a settled rule of action; a governing law of conduct; devotion to what is right and honorable as a trait of character. There’s plenty more, but you get the idea. Principle is something one stands on, not subject to change flippantly.
Devotion is a strong reference in the meaning of principle. Joe’s remarks only purported to support previous claims that nobody is above the law. This was obviously just more virtue signaling.
Biden doesn’t believe what he claims publicly and proves that “a tiger cannot change its stripes.”
After Biden’s pardon for his criminal son, Hunter, who under the sun condones this flaunting of power over justice? I can’t count how many times the liar in chief exclaimed that nobody is above the law.
And, for 91 year-old Chuck Grassley…if you believed that traitor Joe wouldn’t pardon his treasonous son, it’s time to hang it up. Get out now!
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As Biden throws gasoline on the fire of division between the Left and Right, no amount of cover-up or trickery can hide how much he despises millions of Trump supporters. It explains how and why he has used the Department of Justise to hound his adversaries.
Biden’s “corrected” text of the language he used to describe Trump supporters makes no sense. Funny how the person that altered the text, doesn’t know how to use an apostrophe meant to show possession. From my English teacher many years ago, here’s the correct use of the apostrophe: “To show possession of any noun add an apostrophe “s” – except if the noun is plural, just add an apostrophe.”
So, here is someone behind the curtain that, in effect, demonized a single person and not a group of people – all because of the use of the apostrophe. Please explain who this person is.
Here is the language used to spark the controversy:
And just the other day, a speaker at his rally called Puerto Rico a “floating island of garbage.” Well, let me tell you something. I don’t — I — I don’t know the Puerto Rican that — that I know — or a Puerto Rico, where I’m fr- — in my home state of Delaware, they’re good, decent, honorable people. The only garbage I see floating out there is his supporter’s — his — his demonization of Latinos is unconscionable, and it’s un-American. It’s totally contrary to everything we’ve done, everything we’ve been.
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Like millions of people, I watched television in horror, as the folks in North Carolina were reeling from the destruction of Hurricane Helene. In one clip, a woman on the TV news remarked how people were driving by her place taking pictures of victims like they were animals in a zoo. She stated nobody would stop to lend a hand. I realized I was no better than the tourists, as I had done no more than watch the desperate situation that had developed. No roads, no bridges, no communication, no power, which also meant no water – other than the polluted water that covered the landscape.
When our daily newspaper arrived, The Argus-Press of Owosso, Michigan, highlighted Wheeler’s trucking company that was asking for donations to fill a semi-trailer with supplies that were to be transported to the stricken area. My wife and I pitched in with various supplies headed for the South, but it didn’t seem like much of a contribution. They needed people, too!
Franklin Graham was pleading for help, on behalf of Samaritan’s Purse; he was talking to me. Next thing I knew, I had signed up as a volunteer and was eagerly attempting to find accommodations through the volunteer organization but couldn’t seem to make the website cooperate. When I finally called them, I learned they were overwhelmed with people and had no way to put a roof over my head for a few days. However, I was given a phone number of a church contact in Black Mountain. Days passed with no return call, but finally a call from David Dodge of the Grovestone Baptist Church, who had room for me.
I loaded up the Chevy Equinox with supplies and gear then drove over 800 miles through Ohio, West Virginia, and Virginia stopping only for fuel. Arriving at the church, I was led to a stark basement room that was to be my home for a few days. It was perfect for this self-contained outdoorsman with a bathroom adjacent to the room. Although Mr. Dodge indicated there was no running water upon my initial telephone call, not only did they have electricity, but they were able to get running water. And, church members prepared jambalaya and spaghetti dinners for volunteers.
I set up my cot, sleeping bag and pillow and was ready for an overnight recharge, until I was subjected to a foul smell of fuel on my pillow. Apparently, the odor was from an oil lantern that had leaked during transport and I was forced to toss the pillow aside. A rolled-up blanket would suffice.
The next morning, the smell of coffee was in the air and I had a cup, while getting briefed by other volunteers stationed at the church. Strange to the area, I followed two volunteers to a distribution center in Asheville – one of the hardest hit areas anywhere.
Medical Supplies Arrive
Already, a large group of volunteers – including police from Raleigh – were organizing for the day’s events. Many would remain at the site of a large Harley Davidson’s motorcycle dealership that had been flooded out of business and converted to a center to receive and distribute supplies. Also, on hand were cadaver dogs and their handlers, shortly to be joined by a contingent of U.S. Army personnel for recovery efforts and on-site help with supplies. This gathering would become my worksite for the next two days.
People from the area and beyond would show up with their donations that had to be sorted and placed in large corrugated cardboard boxes called Gaylord boxes, while other were there to haul these life-saving items to their particular destinations. Even though there were ample people to help, it became obvious to me that clutter from emptied boxes and storage tubs had to be managed or everyone would be tripping over the discarded containers. I found my lot in the confusion by breaking down boxes and stacking the folded cardboard out of the way, along with myriad plastic tubs and bags used to bring supplies to the site.
The mountain of goods had to be sorted, so that orders from victims could be filled quickly. The Gaylord boxes, which each held approximately 65 cubic feet of food and gear, had to be filled with specifics in each box to expedite delivery by helicopters and ground vehicles. On hand was all manner of canned goods, clothing, sleeping gear, tents, generators, chain saws, fuel, water and medical items and so forth.
I spoke to several people loading supplies into personal vehicles to be shuttled to mountainous areas. One group had a most beaten-up pickup truck and had loaded many cases of bottled water and towed a large trailer being stocked with generators and fuel. The men were from Michigan and were supplying folks in higher elevations. One may think of North Carolina as being in a relatively warm environment, but one of the Michiganders noted that it had snowed the night before. It was no mystery why cold-weather clothing was needed. In addition, the volunteer mentioned that their tent camp amid mountain residents had consumed some 300 gallons of fuel just to keep warm the day before!
By my second day on the ground effort, I spoke to a young lady named Rae, who was one of the cadaver dog handlers and learned that the distribution center was going to be vacated and moved to another area. She was shut down as were other dog handlers.
Cadaver dog handler, Rae
Eventually, we ran out of wood pallets and Gaylord boxes and were left with piles of goods that remained on site in a heaping mess. Goods were not going out fast enough, as piles continued to grow. For the record, I worked shoulder-to-shoulder with the military personnel and to a person they were all exceedingly polite and willing to work for the cause. I’ve never been called “Sir” so many times in my life!
I’ll not show pictures or videos of the devastation encountered in my travels, because anyone can see for themselves the carnage through YouTube and other sites. However, help will be needed for years before the new normal becomes reality.
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Last-minute preparations are underway for my plan to head to the South to lend a hand in the effort to help folks survive the elements thrust upon them by Hurricane Helene. I’m leaving my computer behind, so there’ll be no postings to this site until I return. When that is, will have to be determined only after working my way into the mix, whatever that means.
I’ve been fortunate to have lined up a contact and a shelter, after initially signing up with Samaritan’s Purse; however, I couldn’t arrange for accommodations with them, but their personnel directed me to two churches in Black Mountain, NC and the Black Rock Baptist Church answered the call. The pastor says there’s no running water, but that’s a familiar setting for this experienced outdoorsman.
With that in mind, I’ve meticulously checked off items on my camping list, – Yes, I am a believer in lists. My 22 year-old GMC pickup truck simply cannot be relied upon for such a mission, so I will pack as much as I can into a Chevy Equinox. That rear area is more than one would think, but with the seats down, it makes for a great cargo area. I’ve already staged myriad equipment and supplies in the garage, and it will be interesting to learn if it’ll all fit.
The men were from Michigan and were supplying folks in higher elevations. One may think of North Carolina as being in a relatively warm environment, but one of the Michiganders noted that it had snowed the night before. It was no mystery why cold-weather clothing was needed. In addition, the volunteer mentioned that their tent camp amid mountain residents had consumed some 300 gallons of fuel just to keep warm the day before!