Trump’s Ace in the hole

Once again – the Polls are rigged.  Trump’s numbers are an apparition.  He is Polling at less than 10%.  Don’t abandon faith in the American people.  He will get none of the women, black and Hispanic votes.

Trump was unprepared because he can’t learn.  He told me some of his IQ test scores indicate he is retarded.  His mother had him tested many times.

Trump told me if cheating didn’t get him the 5% he is hoping to get, he will kill Hillary.  He called it his ace in the hole.  I explained he still wouldn’t win because people will pick someone else to vote for.  He didn’t agree and said again, “People love me,” and he was omniscient and a god, and he thought America would be happy to have a god as president.

Hillary needs to get extra protection.

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Will the Real Donald Trump please stand down

1. Trump was born in Germany.  He and his mother never legally emigrated to the US.

They used forged US passports and emigrated illegally from Germany to Belgium to the US.

2.  He bought the polling companies, so don’t loose heart, he is really in single digits.  That’s why the polls are so wildly different.  He said many times if he can’t cheat to beet Hillary, he will kill her.

3. News stations are in heaven with Trump running.  They contribute to his campaign by keeping him in the News, giving him free daily coverage.

4. Trump told me up front he has killed over 2 thousand people.

5.  He travels with 5 stretch limos so people don’t know which limo is his.  He has 5 or 6 guns on him at any given time.  Each of his bodyguards carry 6 guns and 6 knives and he had two bodyguards come in my house with him.  If I told him anything he didn’t like he would kill me.

6.  His parents weren’t married.  Eva chose the last name Trump for their forged papers.

7. Mother was Eva Braun.  She didn’t know who his father was.

8.  Trump came here with his mother who had forged birth certificates that said they were born here.  She said she was married to a man named Trump, who was a “businessman”  but she was using “treasure” stolen from the Jews who were sent to work camps or killed.

9. Trump never went to school.

His home schooling was all about looking and sounding like a god or a businessman.

10.  Paid his business school to let him say he graduated.

11. Trump University taught how to do shady dealings and not get caught.  And the things his mother taught him about looking the part.

12.  He ran out of the treasure money his mother stole and he can’t pay back any of his loans. He has been borrowing from one bank to pay another for years.  He claims he is worth what the top five banks have offered to LEND him combined.

13.  His top 2 reasons he gave me for being president were 1. To be the richest man on the planet.  And 2. To get rid of anyone who is not white.  He wants to fulfill his mother’s dream of living in an all white country.  I reminded him that his mother was dead.  So he said he wanted to make his mother proud.

14.  Trump has to become President in order “to use the money in the IRS to pay back” his loans.  If he doesn’t pay his loans some banks may go bankrupt.

15.  He had sex with his mother and his children.

16.  Trump is never wrong and everything he says and does can’t be disputer because he is a god, his mother told him so, and she was a god so she should know.

17.  He bombed Syria and has sponsored terror attacks in this country.  He borrowed money from banks to pay Russia to bomb Syria. To get footage of people crossing a wall for his campaign ad.

18.  Trump will never pay his loans back because he is a god.

19.  He will bring back slavery if black people and other dark skinned people want to stay in this country.  He will organize killings of black men so they will want to “Go back where they came from.”

20.  He will build casinos on Mars.


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suggested reading

I haven’t looked at it in a while so there are probably typos, but the free ebook The Truth about Lynn Mickelsen is John Alexander’s favorite book and tells stories about me gowing up.
PS: NSA scramble

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Until the law is changed to protect whistle blowers, the President has no choice but to pardon Edward Snowden.  He should expose the dis-information Presidents get while he’s at it.  I’ll weigh in some more later.
Thank you Mr. Snowden.
Shailene Woodley is very good and
Joseph Gordon-Levitt deserves an academy  award!  Whoa!
This is only one example of the abuse of power Edward Snowden stopped. John Alexander has always had a personal vendetta against me ever since I was 11 years old and in Dallas Texas standing on a small cliff-like hill when he shot John Fitzgerald Kennedy. I managed to get him arrested. A few years later, I was in a hotel across from the Watergate and reported a robbery. John was arrested again. After that, John felt that if the Moocs had not freed him from prison by substituting other men, he would have been in prison for his life. John said he has had a love-hate relationship with me and spied on me for most of his life. He loved me and hated me for always doing the right thing. John Alexander spied on me for 50 years waiting, just waiting, for me to do something wrong. He had an army of about 350 men watching me around the clock. That’s 1,000 men a day watching and waiting for me to do something bad or illegal. That’s almost 17 million man hours that the military paid for, just to watch me. At just $10 an hour that’s 170,000,000 taxpayer dollars for the possibility of a vendetta for one man. Not including the millions he spent on cameras and microphones.


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The Beginning of the Antiwar Movement

In 1966, at age 14, when I was a freshman in high-school, I took Latin and found out Anti meant against. I made up the word Antiwar. I said to the teacher and the class, “I am antiwar.” They told me there was no such word and I told them, “I know. I just made it up.” The teacher told me no one would use it. It was a nonsense word. After I explained it to the teacher and the class the teacher said, “No one will use it,” and added, “Everyone is Antiwar.” I answered, “If everyone is antiwar, we wouldn’t have wars.” She told me to never use that word because she thought it was un-American.

I designed the peace sign, something I had worked on for several weeks after I made up the word antiwar, and I had kids hold up two fingers in a V and I told them that that gesture symbolized peace. I had seen newsreels of people holding up their fingers that way when World War II ended. I found out later that it was a symbol for victory, but I had surmised that it meant peace. I drew my peace signs wherever I could and wrote the word peace under it so people would know what it was. I taught other kids how to draw the sign. I had everyone in my high school greet each other with the V finger peace sign. My Latin teacher told me to quit doing that and asked if I was a communist.

Soon after I made up the word, Antiwar, I joined a singing group at the local college called Up with People. The college was 40% larger than before the draft. I knew there were boys who went to college to avoid the draft so I thought up using College campaigning and decided that was where I would hold an Anti War rally. No one had heard the word antiwar, so they weren’t sure what I meant.

I picked a day, and every time I was on the college campus I told the students there was going to be an antiwar rally on that day. The day came and I walked over a mile carrying oak tag, paints and narrow pieces of lumber and some of the students brought their own signs. I made up signs and slogans – ‘Make love, Not war’ ‘War is not Healthy for babies and other Living Things.’ ‘Leave Vietnam,’ ‘Send our troops home’ and the best one – ’the Whole World is Watching.’ I thought by pointing out that the US was in an unjust Police State, that would help stop the war. I knew that Europe was none too happy with us, and the rest of the world didn’t like us for being the aggressor. The rally made the newspapers. For the first time in the history of the US, regular people began questioning why we were in a Civil War half a world away.

The idea of antiwar caught on like it was a fire. Kids on college campuses began holding antiwar rallies. The government started saying that antiwar was un-American. Citizens questioning their government was to be considered subversive. That didn’t stop the rallies. Then a warning came that if people held antiwar rallies the government would consider them outside the law. The government would use military force if necessary. A college in Ohio decided to hold a rally regardless of the consequences. They were warned that if there was any violence the National Guard would be called in to stop it. There had never been any violence at any antiwar rally previous to this one so it seemed an empty threat. The National Guard didn’t wait to be called in, they were there the morning of the rally. Since I was the one who got the ball rolling, and got people to question the legality of the police state, the Moocs brought me to the Kent State Rally so I would be an example as to what would happen to college students protesting the war. I was in the parking lot walking toward the rally when I heard gunshots. I felt something sting the side of my face and I could hear it cut away some of my hair and ear. There were a few more shots. At first, I looked around to see where the shots came from but then saw that a girl was shot dead. I knelt down next to her and called for help. One of the boys who came to help had been shot as well. I found out recently I had been targeted for starting the antiwar movement by *John Alexander, who was the shooter.

I had been brought to Kent State of Ohio because they were having an anti-war rally and they had military men there ready to kill students because they didn’t want college kids protesting. The men in the shadows thought if they killed me that would stop the movement. It’s a miracle I wasn’t killed. The antiwar people were blessed on the side of righteousness because the murders at Kent State had the opposite effect. If the government wants to kill its own people, I surmised, I must be right, we were in an unjust war.

So at age 16 or 17, my picture was on the cover of newspapers for kneeling and screaming next to the girl who was killed at Kent State. The actions the government took that day horrified the nation and people who had previously thought the antiwar movement was something kids should not be involved in, began to move slowly into a state of oblivion when it came to war. Parents began to think twice about sending their boys to the military. Adults, too, began asking the question, “What are we fighting for?”

After three years of war and protesting, I went to College at the University of Maryland, just up the road from DC. When I was a freshman in college there were many protests in Washington DC. Many other people had taken up the torch of Peace and I didn’t have a hand in planning any of those rallies. The only antiwar rally I planned had been that first one at Montclair State and the one to come on May 3rd. It was always important to get permits or there was a chance of being arrested. The Beach Boys showed up at one protest to show their solidarity with us. They took out their instruments and began to play so my friends and I left because they didn’t have a permit for a concert, only for the gathering. Sure enough, police in riot gear showed up to make arrests. The riot gear was completely unnecessary. Then on April 24 there was a massive protest on the DC Mall, between the Lincoln Memorial and the Washington Monument. I was asked to speak and only spoke for a few minutes when my microphone was turned off. I was handed another microphone and that one was turned off and then I saw a military person turn off the whole electric supply, which I was pretty sure was illegal. I knew there was another protest on May 1 so I thought what if we had those people stay until May 3, and not get a permit, and stop traffic? Things would have been better for everyone if they had let me speak.

I told people of the press because I wanted everyone to know that I wanted to stop traffic in Washington. I wanted to be clear that if you came to that antiwar protest that you could be arrested. The press did an excellent job of getting the word out and once again the National Guard was called in. The people who worked in Washington decided to stay home. All or most of the businesses in Washington were closed. No one wanted to drive in Washington DC if protesters were going to shut down traffic, traffic in DC was bad enough on Mondays.

All before this, Nixon had been told by his advisors that there were only a handful of dirty hippies who were protesting. All the man had to do was look out his front window to see what was really going on, but he never did. He thought it would be 100 kids trying to stop traffic and they could just arrest them all. He told everyone if they hit a protester who was stopping traffic they would not be charged. He told the Military to arrest the protesters. The military person in charge knew better, and without ever declaring Martial Law, he gave an order to arrest anyone between the ages of 15 and 30 on the streets and on the sidewalks on May 3rd.

This is where I feel that I am blessed. What happened was, the National Guard got hold of school buses, since schools were closed, and use them as Paddy wagons and they drove around arresting everyone on the sidewalks between the ages of 15 and 30. I never did see anyone on the streets. When I was arrested my friends and I were walking along the sidewalk to see if there was some place to get breakfast. I asked what the charge was and the officer replied, “Eating a banana.”

So what ended up happening was far, far better than anything I could’ve expected or hoped for, like a miracle, really. No one got hurt, but, I believe somewhere in the neighborhood of 3,000 people got arrested. So many people that we filled the Red Skins practice field and the Armory. It was a gigantic wake-up call to the White House that war had to end.

We had effectively shut down Washington DC for a day. It was almost magical watching the empty streets and the traffic lights cycle through red, green, yellow with no cars at all to respond. The businesses who decided they had to shut down for the day were angry, but not at the protesters. They were angry that these protests had continued for so long with no response from the government. Business leaders began asking, “What are we fighting for?”

Nixon realized that he had been lied to and decided to de-escalate.

Never underestimate the power of The Force.

*See the tabs at the top of my blog for information on John Alexander.

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