@OliLondonTV I'll say it again - When the Vatican sells all of the "priceless" art and antiquities it has collected over the centuries and gives the proceeds to the poor and needy, then, and only then, will the Pope have solid grounds to stand on while criticizing the US
Remember Carmel Gat, who was kidnapped by Hamas on October 7 from her home. She was held hostage in a dark underground tunnel, where she was starved, tortured, and beaten.
She was an innocent soul, yet they murdered her because she was Jewish.
Never Again is now.
Senators screaming ‘FISA stops terrorists!’ are the SAME ones blocking our Defund the Taliban bill for a year. The bill that STOPS $40 million a week from going to terrorists. Enough!
SCOOP: Gina Marwick, a school counselor at Vacaville High School in CA, changed her profile to "8647," a symbol used to call for the ass*ssination of President Trump.
She also wants people who oppose Pride month to feel "uncomfortable"
This person is paid with your tax dollars to counsel struggling children.
You can contact the superintendent here: [email protected]
This is how absurd the world has become
The people who spent years demanding we fix vehicle emissions are mad at the man who fixed them. The people who claim to fight for workers are mad that he made thousands of them millionaires. The people who never created a single job are telling the man who employs hundreds of thousands how to spend his money.
They're really just made that you can afford to save humanity now
Covid didn't get rid of us
Their vaccines didn't work
Now they have resorted to assisted suıcide
Meanwhile you're trying to save us.
Anyone who can't see it watches too much legacy media.
Thank you Elon Musk, from the UNWOKE majority
HILLARY: AGAIN, AND AGAIN
I’m going to recount the first time I ever met Hillary Clinton. It was on Marine One, helicoptering to Camp David for a weekend, with the First Family.
I was brand new to the Military Aide position and this was my first trip to Camp David. It was a Saturday morning and I was a little trepidatious, to say the least.
Of course, I’d heard all about Hillary from my predecessor. In my few weeks of “in briefings” before I assume this volatile position, her name came up frequently.
He’d warned me about her temperament and her propensity to go off on any and all staffers, including her husband. In fact, during my “in briefings” he told me that I could upset Bill Clinton, and he’d brush it off.
But if I were to piss Hillary off, she’d rip my heart out. Now, I’m a fairly intelligent guy so I registered it. Don’t piss her off.🤣
On this particular morning, and every other time on a presidential trip, I’d always boarded Marine One last, letting the First Family board first along with the doctor and Secret Service agents. I always used the rear steps, with “the football.”
My seat on the helicopter was always immediately adjacent to the president and “First Lady.” On this particular day, Chelsea was also coming.
I sat in my assigned seat, set the “football” down and approached Hillary. “Hi ma’am, I’m Major Buzz Patterson. I’m the new Air Force Aide. Wonderful to meet you.” I also introduced myself to Chelsea and sat back down.
Hillary was curt and quiet. She nodded without saying a word. Chelsea was rude and looked at me like I had 3 heads. The disdain for the military among these two was palpable. My predecessor was right,
“Well, that was awkward,” I thought to myself.
It never got “not awkward.” 🤣🤣🤣
YET EVEN MORE HILLARY
In 97, as their military aide, I accompanied the Clintons on an event in DC. We were on our way to a fundraising event one night. As the motorcade pulled into the hotel loading dock area, I knew it was going to be a bad night when I noticed the Clintons going back and forth in the limo. They were animated and arguing in the backseat…and taking their time.
After a very pregnant pause, the president, the first lady, two Secret Service agents, the WH doctor, and I crowded into the loading dock elevator on our way to the party on the top floor of the hotel. Apparently, Mrs Clinton had just received some bad news about the Whitewater investigation and being denied immunity and she was blaming her husband. As soon as the elevator doors closed, she exploded at the president spewing four-letter words like a machine gun.
Every vulgar word you’ve ever heard, and I’ve heard them all as a vet, poured from her mouth: “Goddammit,” “you bastard,” “it’s your fucking fault!” And on and on and on. I, and the football, tried to blend into the walls of the elevator to avoid any collateral damage. I noticed the alarmed glances of the agents and the doctor. We were just along for the ride.
Bill looked a beaten puppy. He put his head down and said, “Yes, I understand. Yes, dear, I know.” The president, embarrassed, placated her as best he could between the volleys of expletives. He knew better than to fight back. We all did.
We reached the top floor and the elevator doors opened onto a crowded hallway for our arrival. Immediately, Bill and Hillary clasped hands, pulled out the fake smiles, and waved in unison. Same old bullshit. The agents, the doctor and I just looked at each other, rolled our eyes, and sighed.
Just another day in the Clinton White House.