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Thiruvabharanam Procession To Sabarimala by Traditional Route IMPORTANT OCCASIONS Thiruvabharanam the Gold jewel box of Lord Ayyappa is very auspicious and taken by the respective members for generations which is witnessed by the Senior Person of Pa Read more ... ndalam Maharaja Family . lakhs of devotees use to follow the tiruvabaranam processions which is witnessed as very auspicious,holy, and devine ritual made to SRI AYYAPPA .The entire enroute of Sabarimala people celebrate this as a Unique and very Auspicious Festival. Lord Garuda will be seen in the clear blue sky approximately in the noon time by around 12.30 to 12.50 , pm after the witness of Garuda in the sky above the pandalam temple, Tiruvabaranam processions starts. The Lord Garuda has been worshipped by Lakhs of devotees with Sarana Gosham beging Loard Vishnu who follows the tiruvabarnam through out the procession till Sannithanam. Lord Garuda can be witnessed in Multiple places like, Raniperunadu, Vadaserrikara,Perianavattam, Saramkutty and Sannithanam. Moment Tiruvabaranam enters the santum santorium the Makaram star or can be called as Makara Jothi will appear in the clear blue sky on the first day of Makaram Malayalam Month and Thai first as Tamil month. The Makara Nakara Nakshatram Twinkles and thereby lakshs of devotees will be praying with Sarana Gosham. HISTORY OF PANDALAM Pandalam is Known far and wide for its legendary connection with Lord Ayyappa and Sabarimala, Pandalam is considered to be a holy town. According to legend, Lord Ayyappan, the presiding deity of Sabarimala had his human sojourn at Pandalam as the son of the King of Pandalam. During Sabarimala pilgrimage season, devotees come to Pandalam in large numbers to worship the deity of Valiyakoikkal Temple near the Pandalam Palace. This temple is on the banks of river Achenkovil. Three days prior to the Makaravilakku festival, the sacred ornaments of Lord Ayyappan (known as Thiruvabharanam) are taken in a procession from Pandalam Temple to Sabarimala. Pandalam is considered to be very sacred for the South Indians as it is the birthplace of Lord Ayappa. Located near Sabrimala, it is actually named after the Pandalam Royal family. Take a tour to Pandalam and rediscover the temples and mythological legends of Kerala. It also has the famous Valiyakoikal Temple which is located on the banks of river Achenkovil.Pandalam is one among the fastest growing towns in , Kerala, India. It is considered as a holy town. Pandalam' is one among the fastest growing towns in Pathanamthitta, Kerala, India. It is a holy town, second only to Sabarimala. It is believed that Sree Ayyappa, the presiding deity of Sabarimala had his human sojourn here as the son of the Raja of Pandalam. Before proceeding to Sabarimala, pilgrims usually stop to worship the deity of Valiyakoikkal Temple near the Pandalam Palace. This temple is on the banks of river Achenkovil. Three days prior to the Makaravilaku festival, the sacred ornaments of Sree Ayyappa are taken in a procession from Pandalam to Sabarimala. Pandalam is a beautiful town situated on the banks of Achankovil River. The city is famous by the birth of Lord Ayyappa. The city includes a large number of Temples – "the temple city of Travancore" among them Pandalam Valiakoikkal Temple is world famous – "the gate way to Sabarimala". Pandalam is also well known for its Devine powers of the lord experienced the devotees. Other famous worship centers and in Pandalam Pandalam Valiyakoikkal Temple, Pandalam Mahadevar Temple, Muttar Sree Ayyappa Temple, Kurampala Puthankavil Bhagavathi Temple, Thonnallur Pattupurakkavu Bhagavathi Temple, Kaippuzha Sree Krishna Swami Temple, Poozhikkad Sree Dharma Sastha Temple, Kadakkadu Devi Temple, Kadakkad Mayayakshikkavu Sree Krishna Swami Temple, Thumpamon Thazom , Adakkumnatha Temple (A temple with two sreekovils),Pandalam Mutharamman Kovil Valiyakoikkal Temple Valiakoikkal Temple is the family temple of the Pandalam Royal Family. The temple is located at Pandalam in Pathanamthitta District, Kerala. It is situated within the Pandalam Palace premises. The main deity is Ayyappan. Procession of the Thiruvabharanam (Sacred Ornaments) towards Sabarimala shrine starts from the Valiyakoikkal temple every year before the Makaravilakku festival. Millions of devotees visit this temple every year during the Makaravilakku festive season. Pandalam Palace Pandalam palace is the permanent home for the royal family of Pandalam. It is located on the banks of river Achankovil.There are two palace complexes at present. The first one is Valiyakoikkal Temple and the other the Kaipuzha Temple. The Valiya koikkal temple is situated on the left bank of Achenkoil river and the Kaipuzha temple is situated about one kilometer away from the first on the right bank. Thiruvabharanam Thiruvabharanam is the sacred ornaments of Ayyappan, the presiding deity of Sabarimala temple. The ornaments are made of gold. It is believed that these ornaments are made at the orders of the Pandalam King, who adopted Ayyappan as his child. Thiruvabharanam is kept in the Srampickal Palace of Pandalam, which is close to the Valiyakoikkal Temple, inside the Pandalam Palace premises. A few days before the festive season starts, a procession carrying the holy caskets containing the sacred ornaments proceeds towards Sabarimala around January 12 every year. At around 1:00 pm in the afternoon of the day the sacred procession starts, a brahminy kite, popularly known as Sree Krishna Parunthu, is sighted circling above the temple and seen accompanied with the procession. Devotees believe that this is Vishnu upon Garuda accompanying the Thiruvabharanam from Pandalam to Sabarimala where again the kite is found hovering above the temple. The royal representative of the King of Pandalam accompanies the procession in a palanquin. On the Makaravilakku day, Ayyappan's idol in Sabarima is adorned with these sacred ornaments. After the festive season, the return procession of the Thiruvabharanam starts from Sabarimala and reaches back Pandalam. The Thiruvabharanam procession follows the traditional routes through forests, hills, and rivers. A team of representatives (not belonging to the Royal Family) takes the holy caskets on their heads. The procession is accompanied by hundreds of devotees and armed policemen. The procession is warmly welcomed by different associations and temples on the way to Sabarimala and back. Thiruvanbharanam procession carries three cases or caskets. They are the main Thriuvabharanam box, the Velli Petti and the Kodi Petti. These contain the following: The devotees who accompany Thiruvabaranam have to travel 110 Kms by road, Before the Thiruvabaranam is carried, Garudan will be seen for his consent to proceed the procession. Garudan will be seen all along the procession till sabaramala, during the procession, as the devotees have to cross 3 rivers, and have to travel in dense forest How to reach By Road 105 km to the north of Thiruvananthapuram, of Kerala- 120 km to the south of Kochi, 51 km to the south of Kottayam By Rail 16 km from Chengannur railway station- Kerala - South India 18 km from Mavelikkara railway station 27 km from Kayamkulam railway station By Air 119 km from Thiruvananthapuram International Airport 140 km from Kochi International Airport A part of Chera kingdom was in fragments during the 9th century and was in a famine condition. Local anti-socials had an upper hand. A robber, Udayan by name demolished the Sabarimala temple, killed the priest and took away the Panchaloka idol of Lord Ayyappa. To protect the land and people of the region Lord Ayyappa incarnated as a warrior. Udayan also robbed the wealth of Travancore palace and attempted to abduct the princess. One Jayandan rescued and married her. Sri Sastha was born to them. The parents named the child Ayyappa. Jayandan taught him all the arts including war craft. Ayyappa joined the services in Pandala palace. The king was attracted by the intelligence and heroism of Ayyappa. He elevated Ayyappa as the chief commander and then as the heir of his throne. Two commanders Kaduthai and Mallan opposed the proposal. Ayyappa won them and kept them with him. Later, he also defeated a pirate Babar and made friends with him. Besides his excellence in material arts, he was also learned in yoga and was spiritually powerful. He also brought the commander Sirumoorappan to his side. His daughter Sirukoothi wanted to marry Aiayappan who in turn changed her mind and directed her to spiritual path. Ayyappa decided to capture the robbers in Pandya kingdom who committed thefts in Cherea kingdom. He did not directly clash with the robbers but joined the services of the Pandya king without disclosing his identity and earned the goodwill of the king by his knowledge, honesty, integrity and efficiency. Pandya queen however, suspected him to be a spy. She told Ayyappa that she was suffering from severe headache and asked him to bring the milk of a tiger for cure. Divine Lord Ayyappa, made the Devas tigers and brought them to the king’s palace. He disclosed what he was and demanded a promise from the Pandya king that his viceroys and robbers should not cause troubles to Chera kingdom and that he should help them to manage the situations then if need be. Pandya king was too pleased with Ayyappa’s demand and gave him an honourable farewell. On return to Pandalam, Ayyappa decided to defeat Udayan hiding in Karumalai and causing threats to the region. He divided the army into three divisions and appointed Kochukaduthai, Vavar and Mallan as commanders. They were advised to undergo fasting in Erimeli, relax by singing and dancing, stay then at Perunthodu, bathe in Azhuda River and perform puja to Lord Dharma Sastha the custodian deity. They were also instructed to reach Karimalai and proceed to destroy the Injiparai Fort and other hide outs of the robbers. After destroying them, the commanders with their army should pass through Periyanai Vattam and Sirynai Vattam and perform the last rituals for the dead soldiers. They were advised to light lamps in the river. They were instructed to pass off Neelimalai, Appachimedu, Sabaripeetam and keep there the remaining weapons. The commanders were also instructed to pray that a situation of handling weapons should not recur and pass through steps representing 18 philosophies and reach Him. Pandya king realized that Lord Sastha Himself served him in the name of Ayyappan and built the temple at Sabarimala. EMPEROR OF JUNGLES Achankovil is a holy place next to Sabarimala Ayyappan temple. According to history of the land, Sastha as a youth lived in this place. Sri Dharma Sastha graces here with His consorts Poorana and Pushkala as the protector of people. The temple was built and the deity was also installed by Sage Parasurama, hence has double significance. A 10 day festival is devotionally celebrated here from the first day of Dhanur Masa-Tamil month Margazhi beginning almost on December 15 or a day earlier or after occasionally in some years. The speciality is the boat festival – Teppam – not observed in other Ayyappan temples. Those affected by poisonous bites believe that applying the sandal paste on Ayyappan idol would cure them completely. NAGARAJA, NAGA YAKSHI Nagaraja and Naga Yakshi are installed near Basma tank – Basmakulam- near the bathing spot made for the convenience of the devotees. People sing serpent songs here. Those seeking child boon join this worship hoping to be blessed with a child. Devotees offer silk sari, flower, turmeric, kumkum to Naga Yakshi and turmeric and camphor to Nagaraja. ORNAMENTS TO MAALIGAIPURAM AMMAI Besides ornaments to Lord Ayyappa in Sabarimala, there are ornaments for Maaligai Puram Amman kept separately in a box and brought to pujas. Pujas are performed here the same time when pujas are performed for Lord Ayyappa. The temple is open for six days after the Makara Jyoti event. It is said that the main deity of the festival of six days is Maaligai Purathu Amman waiting to wed Lord Ayyappa, according to tradition. AN INSPECTOR There lived a Good Samaritan Islam gentleman Babar (Vabar) on the way to Sabarimala, but was a robber in trade. He used to rob the pilgrims and distribute the bounties to the poor in the region. The king could not capture him. He appealed to Lord Ayyappa to capture him. Babar did not listen to the advice of Child Ayyappan and therefore, Lord decided to eliminate him. Babar asked Ayyappan who would take care of the poor in the place if he was killed. Lord replied that it would be His responsibility and appointed him as check-post officer-inspector at the spot. There is a mosque on way to Sabarimala. Devotees visit this mosque. Devotees should promise here that they maintained celibacy (Brahmmacharya) during the season, get Vibhuti Prasad and proceed then to the Sabari shrine LORD SASTHA LEAVES HIS CONSORT Mambazhathurai is 20 km from Ariyangavu where Lord Sastha wedded Pushkala. Lord thought that she would be a hindrance to His ideals and made her reside in this place. The Goddess graces the devotees from this place as Mother Bhagavati Amman-Badrakali. TARPAN AT PAMPA Devotees perform Tarpan at holy Pampa river. Many reasons are attributed for this practice. Lord Rama performed Tarpan to His ancestors here while on his way to meet Mother Sabari who was waiting to have His darshan before shedding her mortal coil. It is said that devotees are also practicing this ritual now following Lord Sri Rama. CHIN MUDRA OF LORD AYYAPPA When sage Parasurama established a temple for Lord Dharma Sastha, there were no roof or compound walls. He installed only the idol of Lord. After His incarnation, Dharma Sastha grew in the name of Ayyappan and performed penance to merge in the idol. He merged in the idol with a Chin Mudra symbolizing the union of Jeevatma (mortals) with Parathma the eternal. PUJAS IN THE BEGINNING DAYS In early days pujas were performed at the shrine only once a year on the Makara Jyoti day. Priests were coming from a place called Nilakkal. After the merger of Ayyappa with Lord Dharma Sastha, pujas began to grow in numbers as monthly pujas, Mandala and Makara Vilakku pujas. According to the story of the place, Dharma Sastha is different from Ayyappa. GARUDA SHOWING THE WAY The time came when Rajasekharan the king of Pandala, adopted father of Ayyappan also praised as Manikandan had to part with the Lord. He said to his father that He had decided to go to the jungle and that the king would have to come to Him crossing hills and rocky crude routes. The king expressed his feelings of inability and asked for guidance. Lord told him that Garuda the divine eagle and vehicle of Lord Vishnu would escort him during such visits. The king, during such journeys would sit on the way crying Aiyo Appa an expression of feeling of extreme weariness. These two words combined and the name Ayyappan came into being, according to one story. Even today, when ornaments are being brought to the shrine from Pandala place, an eagle is visibly flying above the group as an escort. DATE OF PANDALA PALACE A minister conspired to kill the Pandya king to usurp the throne. The king escaped and reached Kerala. After some years, he bought a piece of land and established a palace. According to history, this might have happened in AD 904. Kings who succeeded the Pandya king later extended the palace and also the state. BASMA KULA THEERTHAM Basma Kulam Theertham in the temple is considered very sacred. The water was sweeter than of a green coconut. The very sight of the water would cleanse people of their sins. When crowds began swelling later, the water was highly polluted and the banks of the tank had become a toilet ground. However, the place is cleaned now to certain extent. It is the duty of the devotees to restore the sanctity of this sacred spring. It is suggested that the entrance to the tank should be blocked in such a way that people would be able to have only a few drops of water to sprinkle on their heads. PHILOSOPHY BEHIND AYYAPPA HISTORY Sabarimala is a university of philosophical teachings. God blesses every one surrendering at his feet with all prosperity and happiness. The holy mount also reminds that if the blessing of God are misused, punishment too await them. Even those with boons of immortality had to meet with their ends due to sins and arrogance. The one certainty of life is but uncertainty. Once man or woman remembers this truth, they would not have to struggle across the ocean of Samsara again and again. The history of Ayyappa began in a palace. He resorted to a lonely life in the midst of a jungle. What to say about average human beings? To illustrate this truth, devotees go to the shrine in simple uniforms without any discrimination of financial status. Also, we go in groups together, worship the Lord and return with a fund of blessings. ESSENCE OF MEDITATION IS CONCENTRATION We see Lord Ayyappa in Sabarimal in a sitting form both His legs bent and pressed on the floor. His dhoti is tied tightly around His knees. This shows His firm concentration in Dhyana-meditation. No occasion should compel Him to get up even if the visitor was His father.
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Yerach SUNDAY BOOK REVIEW The Wealth of Ideas ‘Liberalism,’ by Edmund Fawcett By ALAN WOLFEJULY 25, 2014 THE NEW YORK TIMES Before it became a political philosophy, liberalism was not that difficult to define: A person was liberal if generous Read more ... , catholic in taste or even excessively rotund. Liberal people may not have been universally admired, but few took to castigating them as dangerous to the health of the state. The opposite of “liberal” was not “conservative” but “strict.” When Bassanio tells Portia in “The Merchant of Venice” that he will give her “the dearest ring in Venice,” she replies, “I see, sir, you are liberal in offers.” No one in Shakespeare’s audience would have concluded that the dissolute nobleman with whom she banters stood on the left side of the political spectrum. Once it did become a political term — its first significant appearance took place in Spain under Napoleonic occupation — liberalism, although now clearly identified with the political left, began almost immediately to run into considerable definitional difficulties. In the 19th century, a liberal could — in fact most liberals of that era did — distrust democracy; in the 20th, almost no one would confess to such a sin. Liberals could be nationalists or internationalists. They urged war and advocated peace. Some were open to parties to their left, such as socialists and Communists, while others were among the extreme left’s fiercest critics. Down to today, those who insist that markets work best without interference often identify themselves as liberal, if of the “classical” variety, but so do those “modern” liberals who call on government to correct market failures. “The word ‘liberal’ is notoriously slippery,” writes Edmund Fawcett, formerly of The Economist, as he begins “Liberalism: The Life of an Idea,” his richly informative historical tour of liberal leaders and concepts. His “experience as a journalist served him well,” Fawcett says of the British sociologist Leonard Hobhouse. The same could be said about Fawcett. Widely read, apparently conversant in at least three languages and a vivacious writer — one German politician “had a beard like a yew hedge and a frown of stubborn ferocity” — Fawcett aims to make liberalism comprehensible to contemporary readers. To do so, he takes a commendably liberal approach, bringing as many within the tent as possible. Liberals, he insists, do not argue from a doctrinal checklist so much as they understand that conflict is unavoidable, distrust unjust authority, hold faith in progress and respect all, or at least most, people. It is more a way of doing politics than it is a fixed political position. The term is capacious enough to include both Jean-Paul Sartre and Milton Friedman, George Orwell along with Margaret Thatcher. Fawcett devotes roughly equal attention to liberalism’s origins in the middle decades of the 19th century, its late-19th- and early-20th-century struggles with democracy, and its post-World War II resurgence, before briefly pondering its likely future. Names and events whiz by as he jumps from one country to another, offering synopses of innumerable books, some famous and others obscure, brief biographical vignettes and accounts of policies both successful and failed. Fawcett bends over backward to include nations. Germany, he insists, ought to be part of the liberal story, and he profiles figures largely unrecognizable to English-¬language readers, such as Hermann Schulze-Delitzsch, an advocate of mutualism, otherwise known as the cooperative movement; as well as Bismarck’s opponent Eugen Richter, he of the yewlike beard. A liberal surely ought to be inclusive, but Fawcett, in my view, is in this respect far too much so. The Savoyard royalist Joseph de Maistre, as anti-liberal a figure as one can find, is rightly called a “conservative reactionary,” but the Nazi lawyer Carl Schmitt, who comes in a close second, is characterized, wrongly, as “ambiguous.” Because liberals accept conflict as inevitable, Fawcett discusses the ideas of John C. Calhoun, the South Carolina politician who drew up an elaborate scheme to protect minority rights. But Calhoun belongs with de Maistre and Schmitt, not James Madison (with whom Fawcett pairs him). “Whatever form it took, over interests, beliefs or ways of life,” as Fawcett himself characterizes the liberal perspective, “the thought was that conflict must be tamed, transformed into competition and made fruitful in trade, experiment and argument.” Calhoun, by contrast, devoted his life to defending the narrow interests of slaveholders and justifying the brutal way of life that came with it. The conflict his passions helped bring about was famously irrepressible — and anything but fruitful. Historians of ideas, especially liberal ones, nearly always stumble on what has been called das Adam Smith Problem: How can we reconcile Smith’s defense of the impersonal market in “The Wealth of Nations” with his insistence on the importance of sympathy in “The Theory of Moral Sentiments”? Fawcett, who views Smith as a pre-liberal, thankfully skips over this issue. Alas, however, this only means that he comes face to face with das Friedrich Hayek Problem. Hayek, the 20th--century Austrian-born laissez-faire economist, is immensely important to Fawcett and a recurrent character in the book. Yet how can Hayek’s insistence on spontaneity and freedom be reconciled with his intellectual rigidity, distrust of progress and unconcern with social justice? Fawcett concludes that no such reconciliation is possible. “The suspicion never went away that his entire system rested on expediency — that no concern, in other words, be it for justice, law, rights or privacy — mattered save as how it furthered economic growth.” This is regrettably awkward prose. Who has such suspicions? I know I do. Does Fawcett? It is not Fawcett’s task to award a prize to history’s greatest liberal. Still, there is one thinker in this book whose ideas come up for discussion whenever he seeks to explain liberalism’s most characteristic ideas. John Stuart Mill indeed deserves the honor. Although he could be snobbish toward the masses, Mill leaves much to admire. “On Liberty” is a beautifully written, and highly teachable, introduction to liberal thinking. Inspired by the love of his life, Harriet Taylor, Mill wrote more sympathetically about women’s equality than any other man of his time. His economic ideas, anything but rigid, changed to meet the conditions of changing economies. He hated slavery and took the North’s side in the American Civil War. His essays on Bentham and Coleridge, which Fawcett cites with admiration, demonstrate his unerring ear for what even problematic thinkers can teach. “Nobody since has offered as many-sided or candid a statement of the conflicting pressures within the liberal creed,” Fawcett writes of Mill. On this point he is completely correct. One will find in Fawcett’s brief reflections on the future neither a liberal celebration à la Francis Fukuyama nor bitter nostalgia about liberalism’s decline into decadence à la Robert Bork. We have come full circle to liberalism’s origins, he believes, as once again we’re faced with the task of bringing a humane and respectful order out of the chaos of the world around us. Far from being the sole product of the rich liberal democracies of the West, liberal ideas, he believes, offer enormous promise to those struggling for a better future in places like Iran, India and China. “They have work for many lifetimes,” Fawcett concludes. “If something like that is close to true, it is too early to bury liberalism under a statue of hope.” LIBERALISM The Life of an Idea By Edmund Fawcett 468 pp. Princeton University Press. $35. Alan Wolfe is the author of “The Future of Liberalism.” His book on why diaspora is good for the Jews will be published in October.
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Waldo WSJ Calls Obama a Dummy!!!!!!!!!!!! Wall Street Journal Sizes Up Obama A "deadly" article regarding Obama, at the Wall Street Journal, which today is the most widely circulated newspaper in America. Article from the Wall Street Journal - by Alan Read more ... Caruba: "I have this theory about Barack Obama. I think he's led a kind of make-believe life in which money was provided and doors were opened because at some point early on somebody or some group (George Soros anybody?) took a look at this tall, good looking, half-white, half-black, young man with an exotic African/Muslim name and concluded he could be guided toward a life in politics where his facile speaking skills could even put him in the White House. In a very real way, he has been a young man in a very big hurry. Who else do you know has written two memoirs before the age of 45? "Dreams of My Father" was published in 1995 when he was only 34 years old. The "Audacity of Hope" followed in 2006. If, indeed, he did write them himself. There are some who think that his mentor and friend, Bill Ayers, a man who calls himself a "communist with a small 'c'" was the real author. His political skills consisted of rarely voting on anything that might be deemed controversial. He went from a legislator in the Illinois legislature to the Senator from that state because he had the good fortune of having Mayor Daley's formidable political machine at his disposal. He was in the U.S. Senate so briefly that his bid for the presidency was either an act of astonishing self-confidence or part of some greater game plan that had been determined before he first stepped foot in the Capital. How, many must wonder, was he selected to be a 2004 keynote speaker at the Democrat convention that nominated John Kerry when virtually no one had ever even heard of him before? He outmaneuvered Hillary Clinton in primaries. He took Iowa by storm. A charming young man, an anomaly in the state with a very small black population, he oozed "cool" in a place where agriculture was the antithesis of cool. He dazzled the locals. And he had an army of volunteers drawn to a charisma that hid any real substance. And then he had the great good fortune of having the Republicans select one of the most inept candidates for the presidency since Bob Dole. And then John McCain did something crazy. He picked Sarah Palin, an unknown female governor from the very distant state of Alaska. It was a ticket that was reminiscent of 1984's Walter Mondale and Geraldine Ferraro and they went down to defeat. The mainstream political media fell in love with him. It was a schoolgirl crush with febrile commentators like Chris Mathews swooning then and now over the man. The venom directed against McCain and, in particular, Palin, was extraordinary. Now, 5 full years into his presidency, all of those gilded years leading up to the White House have left him unprepared to be President. Left to his own instincts, he has a talent for saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. It swiftly became a joke that he could not deliver even the briefest of statements without the ever-present Tele-Prompters. Far worse, however, is his capacity to want to "wish away" some terrible realities, not the least of which is the Islamist intention to destroy America and enslave the West. Any student of history knows how swiftly Islam initially spread. It knocked on the doors of Europe, having gained a foothold in Spain. The great crowds that greeted him at home or on his campaign "world tour" were no substitute for having even the slightest grasp of history and the reality of a world filled with really bad people with really bad intentions. Oddly and perhaps even inevitably, his political experience, a cakewalk, has positioned him to destroy the Democrat Party's hold on power in Congress because in the end it was never about the Party. It was always about his communist ideology, learned at an early age from family, mentors, college professors, and extreme leftist friends and colleagues. Obama is a man who could deliver a snap judgment about a Boston police officer who arrested an "obstreperous" Harvard professor-friend, but would warn Americans against "jumping to conclusions" about a mass murderer at Fort Hood who shouted "Allahu Akbar." The absurdity of that was lost on no one. He has since compounded this by calling the Christmas bomber "an isolated extremist" only to have to admit a day or two later that he was part of an al Qaeda plot. He is a man who could strive to close down our detention facility at Guantanamo even though those released were known to have returned to the battlefield against America. He could even instruct his Attorney General to afford the perpetrator of 9/11 a civil trial when no one else would ever even consider such an obscenity. And he is a man who could wait three days before having anything to say about the perpetrator of yet another terrorist attack on Americans and then have to elaborate on his remarks the following day because his first statement was so lame. The pattern repeats itself. He either blames any problem on the Bush administration or he naively seeks to wish away the truth. Knock, knock. Anyone home? Anyone there? Barack Obama exists only as the sock puppet of his handlers, of the people who have maneuvered and manufactured this pathetic individual's life. When anyone else would quickly and easily produce a birth certificate, this man spent over a million dollars to deny access to his. Most other documents, the paper trail we all leave in our wake, have been sequestered from review. He has lived a make-believe life whose true facts remain hidden. We laugh at the ventriloquist's dummy, but what do you do when the dummy is President of the United States. We the people are coming! Only 86% will send this on. Should be a 100%. What will you do? Please send it on if only to one person. Your Everyday Freedom Is Not Free, Your Military Paid For It! Those that voted for him have sold the country down the river. My, they must be proud of themselves. This email is free from viruses and malware because avast! Antivirus protection is active. © 2014 Microsoft Terms
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WSJ Calls Obama a Dummy!!!!!!!!!!!! Wall Street Journal Sizes Up Obama A "deadly" article regarding Obama, at the Wall Street Journal, which today is the most widely circulated newspaper in America. Article from the Wall Street Journal - by Alan Read more ... Caruba: "I have this theory about Barack Obama. I think he's led a kind of make-believe life in which money was provided and doors were opened because at some point early on somebody or some group (George Soros anybody?) took a look at this tall, good looking, half-white, half-black, young man with an exotic African/Muslim name and concluded he could be guided toward a life in politics where his facile speaking skills could even put him in the White House. In a very real way, he has been a young man in a very big hurry. Who else do you know has written two memoirs before the age of 45? "Dreams of My Father" was published in 1995 when he was only 34 years old. The "Audacity of Hope" followed in 2006. If, indeed, he did write them himself. There are some who think that his mentor and friend, Bill Ayers, a man who calls himself a "communist with a small 'c'" was the real author. His political skills consisted of rarely voting on anything that might be deemed controversial. He went from a legislator in the Illinois legislature to the Senator from that state because he had the good fortune of having Mayor Daley's formidable political machine at his disposal. He was in the U.S. Senate so briefly that his bid for the presidency was either an act of astonishing self-confidence or part of some greater game plan that had been determined before he first stepped foot in the Capital. How, many must wonder, was he selected to be a 2004 keynote speaker at the Democrat convention that nominated John Kerry when virtually no one had ever even heard of him before? He outmaneuvered Hillary Clinton in primaries. He took Iowa by storm. A charming young man, an anomaly in the state with a very small black population, he oozed "cool" in a place where agriculture was the antithesis of cool. He dazzled the locals. And he had an army of volunteers drawn to a charisma that hid any real substance. And then he had the great good fortune of having the Republicans select one of the most inept candidates for the presidency since Bob Dole. And then John McCain did something crazy. He picked Sarah Palin, an unknown female governor from the very distant state of Alaska. It was a ticket that was reminiscent of 1984's Walter Mondale and Geraldine Ferraro and they went down to defeat. The mainstream political media fell in love with him. It was a schoolgirl crush with febrile commentators like Chris Mathews swooning then and now over the man. The venom directed against McCain and, in particular, Palin, was extraordinary. Now, 5 full years into his presidency, all of those gilded years leading up to the White House have left him unprepared to be President. Left to his own instincts, he has a talent for saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. It swiftly became a joke that he could not deliver even the briefest of statements without the ever-present Tele-Prompters. Far worse, however, is his capacity to want to "wish away" some terrible realities, not the least of which is the Islamist intention to destroy America and enslave the West. Any student of history knows how swiftly Islam initially spread. It knocked on the doors of Europe, having gained a foothold in Spain. The great crowds that greeted him at home or on his campaign "world tour" were no substitute for having even the slightest grasp of history and the reality of a world filled with really bad people with really bad intentions. Oddly and perhaps even inevitably, his political experience, a cakewalk, has positioned him to destroy the Democrat Party's hold on power in Congress because in the end it was never about the Party. It was always about his communist ideology, learned at an early age from family, mentors, college professors, and extreme leftist friends and colleagues. Obama is a man who could deliver a snap judgment about a Boston police officer who arrested an "obstreperous" Harvard professor-friend, but would warn Americans against "jumping to conclusions" about a mass murderer at Fort Hood who shouted "Allahu Akbar." The absurdity of that was lost on no one. He has since compounded this by calling the Christmas bomber "an isolated extremist" only to have to admit a day or two later that he was part of an al Qaeda plot. He is a man who could strive to close down our detention facility at Guantanamo even though those released were known to have returned to the battlefield against America. He could even instruct his Attorney General to afford the perpetrator of 9/11 a civil trial when no one else would ever even consider such an obscenity. And he is a man who could wait three days before having anything to say about the perpetrator of yet another terrorist attack on Americans and then have to elaborate on his remarks the following day because his first statement was so lame. The pattern repeats itself. He either blames any problem on the Bush administration or he naively seeks to wish away the truth. Knock, knock. Anyone home? Anyone there? Barack Obama exists only as the sock puppet of his handlers, of the people who have maneuvered and manufactured this pathetic individual's life. When anyone else would quickly and easily produce a birth certificate, this man spent over a million dollars to deny access to his. Most other documents, the paper trail we all leave in our wake, have been sequestered from review. 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WSJ Calls Obama a Dummy Wall Street Journal Sizes Up Obama A "deadly" article regarding Obama, at the Wall Street Journal, which today is the most widely circulated newspaper in America. Article from the Wall Street Journal - by Alan Caru Read more ... ba: "I have this theory about Barack Obama. I think he's led a kind of make-believe life in which money was provided and doors were opened because at some point early on somebody or some group (George Soros anybody?) took a look at this tall, good looking, half-white, half-black, young man with an exotic African/Muslim name and concluded he could be guided toward a life in politics where his facile speaking skills could even put him in the White House. In a very real way, he has been a young man in a very big hurry. Who else do you know has written two memoirs before the age of 45? "Dreams of My Father" was published in 1995 when he was only 34 years old. The "Audacity of Hope" followed in 2006. If, indeed, he did write them himself. There are some who think that his mentor and friend, Bill Ayers, a man who calls himself a "communist with a small 'c'" was the real author. His political skills consisted of rarely voting on anything that might be deemed controversial. He went from a legislator in the Illinois legislature to the Senator from that state because he had the good fortune of having Mayor Daley's formidable political machine at his disposal. He was in the U.S. Senate so briefly that his bid for the presidency was either an act of astonishing self-confidence or part of some greater game plan that had been determined before he first stepped foot in the Capital. How, many must wonder, was he selected to be a 2004 keynote speaker at the Democrat convention that nominated John Kerry when virtually no one had ever even heard of him before? He outmaneuvered Hillary Clinton in primaries. He took Iowa by storm. A charming young man, an anomaly in the state with a very small black population, he oozed "cool" in a place where agriculture was the antithesis of cool. He dazzled the locals. And he had an army of volunteers drawn to a charisma that hid any real substance. And then he had the great good fortune of having the Republicans select one of the most inept candidates for the presidency since Bob Dole. And then John Mc Cain did something crazy. He picked Sarah Palin, an unknown female governor from the very distant state of Alaska. It was a ticket that was reminiscent of 1984's Walter Mondale and Geraldine Ferraro and they went down to defeat. The mainstream political media fell in love with him. It was a schoolgirl crush with febrile commentators like Chris Mathews swooning then and now over the man. The venom directed against Mc Cain and, in particular, Palin, was extraordinary. Now, 5 full years into his presidency, all of those gilded years leading up to the White House have left him unprepared to be President. Left to his own instincts, he has a talent for saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. It swiftly became a joke that he could not deliver even the briefest of statements without the ever-present Tele-Prompters. Far worse, however, is his capacity to want to "wish away" some terrible realities, not the least of which is the Islamist intention to destroy America and enslave the West. Any student of history knows how swiftly Islam initially spread. It knocked on the doors of Europe, having gained a foothold in Spain. The great crowds that greeted him at home or on his campaign "world tour" were no substitute for having even the slightest grasp of history and the reality of a world filled with really bad people with really bad intentions. Oddly and perhaps even inevitably, his political experience, a cakewalk, has positioned him to destroy the Democrat Party's hold on power in Congress because in the end it was never about the Party. It was always about his communist ideology, learned at an early age from family, mentors, college professors, and extreme leftist friends and colleagues. Obama is a man who could deliver a snap judgment about a Boston police officer who arrested an "obstreperous" Harvard professor-friend, but would warn Americans against "jumping to conclusions" about a mass murderer at Fort Hood who shouted "Allahu Akbar." The absurdity of that was lost on no one. He has since compounded this by calling the Christmas bomber "an isolated extremist" only to have to admit a day or two later that he was part of an al Qaeda plot. He is a man who could strive to close down our detention facility at Guantanamo even though those released were known to have returned to the battlefield against America. He could even instruct his Attorney General to afford the perpetrator of 9/11 a civil trial when no one else would ever even consider such an obscenity. And he is a man who could wait three days before having anything to say about the perpetrator of yet another terrorist attack on Americans and then have to elaborate on his remarks the following day because his first statement was so lame. The pattern repeats itself. He either blames any problem on the Bush administration or he naively seeks to wish away the truth. Knock, knock. Anyone home? Anyone there? Barack Obama exists only as the sock puppet of his handlers, of the people who have maneuvered and manufactured this pathetic individual's life. When anyone else would quickly and easily produce a birth certificate, this man spent over a million dollars to deny access to his. Most other documents, the paper trail we all leave in our wake, have been sequestered from review. 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Carl A must read. Wall Street Journal Sizes Up Obama A "deadly" article regarding Obama, in the Wall Street Journal that today is the most widely circulated newspaper in America. Article from the Wall Street Journal - by Alan Caruba: "I hav Read more ... e this theory about Barack Obama. I think he's led a kind of make-believe life in which money was provided and doors were opened because at some point early on somebody or some group (George Soros anybody?) took a look at this tall, good looking, half-white, half-black, young man with an exotic African/Muslim name and concluded he could be guided toward a life in politics where his facile speaking skills could even put him in the White House. In a very real way, he has been a young man in a very big hurry. Who else do you know has written two memoirs before the age of 45? "Dreams of My Father" was published in 1995 when he was only 34 years old. The "Audacity of Hope" followed in 2006. If, indeed, he did write them himself. There are some who think that his mentor and friend, Bill Ayers, a man who calls himself a "communist with a small 'c'" was the real author. His political skills consisted of rarely voting on anything that might be deemed controversial. He went from a legislator in the Illinois legislature to the Senator from that state because he had the good fortune of having Mayor Daley's formidable political machine at his disposal. He was in the U.S. Senate so briefly that his bid for the presidency was either an act of astonishing self-confidence or part of some greater game plan that had been determined before he first stepped foot in the Capital. How, many must wonder, was he selected to be a 2004 keynote speaker at the Democrat convention that nominated John Kerry when virtually no one had ever even heard of him before? He outmaneuvered Hillary Clinton in primaries. He took Iowa by storm. A charming young man, an anomaly in the state with a very small black population, he oozed "cool" in a place where agriculture was the antithesis of cool. He dazzled the locals. And he had an army of volunteers drawn to a charisma that hid any real substance. And then he had the great good fortune of having the Republicans select one of the most inept candidates for the presidency since Bob Dole. And then John McCain did something crazy. He picked Sarah Palin, an unknown female governor from the very distant state of Alaska. It was a ticket that was reminiscent of 1984's Walter Mondale and Geraldine Ferraro and they went down to defeat. The mainstream political media fell in love with him. It was a schoolgirl crush with febrile commentators like Chris Mathews swooning then and now over the man. The venom directed against McCain and, in particular, Palin, was extraordinary. Now, 5 full years into his presidency, all of those gilded years leading up to the White House have left him unprepared to be President. Left to his own instincts, he has a talent for saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. It swiftly became a joke that he could not deliver even the briefest of statements without the ever-present Tele-Prompters. Far worse, however, is his capacity to want to "wish away" some terrible realities, not the least of which is the Islamist intention to destroy America and enslave the West. Any student of history knows how swiftly Islam initially spread. It knocked on the doors of Europe, having gained a foothold in Spain. The great crowds that greeted him at home or on his campaign "world tour" were no substitute for having even the slightest grasp of history and the reality of a world filled with really bad people with really bad intentions. Oddly and perhaps even inevitably, his political experience, a cakewalk, has positioned him to destroy the Democrat Party's hold on power in Congress because in the end it was never about the Party. It was always about his communist ideology, learned at an early age from family, mentors, college professors, and extreme leftist friends and colleagues. Obama is a man who could deliver a snap judgment about a Boston police officer who arrested an "obstreperous" Harvard professor-friend, but would warn Americans against "jumping to conclusions" about a mass murderer at Fort Hood who shouted "Allahu Akbar." The absurdity of that was lost on no one. He has since compounded this by calling the Christmas bomber "an isolated extremist" only to have to admit a day or two later that he was part of an al Qaeda plot. He is a man who could strive to close down our detention facility at Guantanamo even though those released were known to have returned to the battlefield against America. He could even instruct his Attorney General to afford the perpetrator of 9/11 a civil trial when no one else would ever even consider such an obscenity. And he is a man who could wait three days before having anything to say about the perpetrator of yet another terrorist attack on Americans and then have to elaborate on his remarks the following day because his first statement was so lame. The pattern repeats itself. He either blames any problem on the Bush administration or he naively seeks to wish away the truth. Knock, knock. Anyone home? Anyone there? Barack Obama exists only as the sock puppet of his handlers, of the people who have maneuvered and manufactured this pathetic individual's life. When anyone else would quickly and easily produce a birth certificate, this man spent over a million dollars to deny access to his. Most other documents, the paper trail we all leave in our wake, have been sequestered from review. He has lived a make-believe life whose true facts remain hidden. We laugh at the ventriloquist's dummy, but what do you do when the dummy is President of the United States. We the people are coming! Only 86% will send this on. Should be a 100%. What will you do? Please send it on if only to one person. Your Everyday Freedom Is Not Free, Your Military Paid For It! Those that voted for him have sold the country down the river. My, they must be proud of themselves.
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A must read. Wall Street Journal Sizes Up Obama A "deadly" article regarding Obama, in the Wall Street Journal that today is the most widely circulated newspaper in America. Article from the Wall Street Journal - by Alan Caruba: "I hav Read more ... e this theory about Barack Obama. I think he's led a kind of make-believe life in which money was provided and doors were opened because at some point early on somebody or some group (George Soros anybody?) took a look at this tall, good looking, half-white, half-black, young man with an exotic African/Muslim name and concluded he could be guided toward a life in politics where his facile speaking skills could even put him in the White House. In a very real way, he has been a young man in a very big hurry. Who else do you know has written two memoirs before the age of 45? "Dreams of My Father" was published in 1995 when he was only 34 years old. The "Audacity of Hope" followed in 2006. If, indeed, he did write them himself. There are some who think that his mentor and friend, Bill Ayers, a man who calls himself a "communist with a small 'c'" was the real author. His political skills consisted of rarely voting on anything that might be deemed controversial. He went from a legislator in the Illinois legislature to the Senator from that state because he had the good fortune of having Mayor Daley's formidable political machine at his disposal. He was in the U.S. Senate so briefly that his bid for the presidency was either an act of astonishing self-confidence or part of some greater game plan that had been determined before he first stepped foot in the Capital. How, many must wonder, was he selected to be a 2004 keynote speaker at the Democrat convention that nominated John Kerry when virtually no one had ever even heard of him before? He outmaneuvered Hillary Clinton in primaries. He took Iowa by storm. A charming young man, an anomaly in the state with a very small black population, he oozed "cool" in a place where agriculture was the antithesis of cool. He dazzled the locals. And he had an army of volunteers drawn to a charisma that hid any real substance. And then he had the great good fortune of having the Republicans select one of the most inept candidates for the presidency since Bob Dole. And then John McCain did something crazy. He picked Sarah Palin, an unknown female governor from the very distant state of Alaska. It was a ticket that was reminiscent of 1984's Walter Mondale and Geraldine Ferraro and they went down to defeat. The mainstream political media fell in love with him. It was a schoolgirl crush with febrile commentators like Chris Mathews swooning then and now over the man. The venom directed against McCain and, in particular, Palin, was extraordinary. Now, 5 full years into his presidency, all of those gilded years leading up to the White House have left him unprepared to be President. Left to his own instincts, he has a talent for saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. It swiftly became a joke that he could not deliver even the briefest of statements without the ever-present Tele-Prompters. Far worse, however, is his capacity to want to "wish away" some terrible realities, not the least of which is the Islamist intention to destroy America and enslave the West. Any student of history knows how swiftly Islam initially spread. It knocked on the doors of Europe, having gained a foothold in Spain. The great crowds that greeted him at home or on his campaign "world tour" were no substitute for having even the slightest grasp of history and the reality of a world filled with really bad people with really bad intentions. Oddly and perhaps even inevitably, his political experience, a cakewalk, has positioned him to destroy the Democrat Party's hold on power in Congress because in the end it was never about the Party. It was always about his communist ideology, learned at an early age from family, mentors, college professors, and extreme leftist friends and colleagues. Obama is a man who could deliver a snap judgment about a Boston police officer who arrested an "obstreperous" Harvard professor-friend, but would warn Americans against "jumping to conclusions" about a mass murderer at Fort Hood who shouted "Allahu Akbar." The absurdity of that was lost on no one. He has since compounded this by calling the Christmas bomber "an isolated extremist" only to have to admit a day or two later that he was part of an al Qaeda plot. He is a man who could strive to close down our detention facility at Guantanamo even though those released were known to have returned to the battlefield against America. He could even instruct his Attorney General to afford the perpetrator of 9/11 a civil trial when no one else would ever even consider such an obscenity. And he is a man who could wait three days before having anything to say about the perpetrator of yet another terrorist attack on Americans and then have to elaborate on his remarks the following day because his first statement was so lame. The pattern repeats itself. He either blames any problem on the Bush administration or he naively seeks to wish away the truth. Knock, knock. Anyone home? Anyone there? Barack Obama exists only as the sock puppet of his handlers, of the people who have maneuvered and manufactured this pathetic individual's life. When anyone else would quickly and easily produce a birth certificate, this man spent over a million dollars to deny access to his. Most other documents, the paper trail we all leave in our wake, have been sequestered from review. He has lived a make-believe life whose true facts remain hidden. We laugh at the ventriloquist's dummy, but what do you do when the dummy is President of the United States. We the people are coming! Only 86% will send this on. Should be a 100%. What will you do? Please send it on if only to one person. Your Everyday Freedom Is Not Free, Your Military Paid For It! Those that voted for him have sold the country down the river. My, they must be proud of themselves.
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Summary Nick's attentions again turn to Gatsby in Chapter 3. Gatsby, in the summer months, was known far and wide for the extravagant parties he threw in which "men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the s Read more ... tars." During the weekend, people flocked to his house for his parties, as well as to use his pool, his boats, his car, and so on. His gatherings were lavishly catered (serving two complete dinners), boasting not just a small combo of musicians, but a whole orchestra. The guests enjoyed themselves, flirting and dancing, until the wee hours of the morning. After seeing these parties from afar, Nick is invited by Gatsby by a handwritten note to join in the festivities. Nick is one of the few to have actually been invited. The others simply arrive, knowing only that there will be a party and they won't be turned away. At the party, Nick tries to find Gatsby, but has no luck. No one can tell him where Gatsby is, suggesting that they, themselves, didn't know the host. As Nick mills around the party, he encounters Jordan Baker and the two of them two mingle around, inadvertently gathering rumors about Gatsby, including that he had once killed a man. After several glasses of champagne, Nick begins a conversation with a fellow who is, unbeknownst to him, Gatsby himself. Later, Gatsby takes Jordan Baker aside to speak with her privately. What they discuss is not revealed, but Jordan passes along that it is "the most amazing thing." Not wanting the reader to think his summer was composed merely of the three events outlined in the book's first three chapters, Nick interjects that much more happened to him, although it largely entailed working, dating casually, and dining at the Yale Club. His affinity for New York has been growing throughout the summer as he begins to appreciate its "enchanted metropolitan twilight" and how everyone hurried "toward gayety." Nick meets up with Jordan Baker in mid-summer and as the two begin to see more of each other, Nick begins to look upon her with "a sort of tender curiosity." He realizes, though, that Jordan is "incurably dishonest." In fact, the reason Nick remembered her name initially is that she had once been accused of cheating in a golf tournament. Despite Jordan's downfalls, she intrigues Nick, although he ends the chapter by touting his own cardinal virtue, claiming modestly, "I am one of the few honest people that I have ever known." Analysis Chapter 3 is, in many ways, like Chapter 2, moving from one party to another, encouraging the juxtaposition of the two events. Tom's party and Gatsby's party are quite different, although in some ways alike, encouraging the reader to explore in what ways the two men are also similar. The purpose of Chapter 3 is, also like Chapter 2, to provide essential background, although this time it is Gatsby who is introduced. By inserting the chapter about Tom, Fitzgerald has effectively held off introducing the story's main character, helping to build an air of mystery around him, not unlike the mystery that Nick and the others initially associate with him, and by keeping the reader from meeting Gatsby, Fitzgerald links the reader even more closely to Nick. However, the information is sketchy — later chapters help to round out the picture of him: who he is and where he comes from. Nick tells of Gatsby's parties, elaborate and grand affairs that attract entertainers, socialites, and even ordinary people. Gatsby is a perfect host, generous and hospitable. In fact, he is courteous to the point of being taken advantage of. People routinely come to his house for the parties, but also to use his boats, his plane, his cars, and so on. Gatsby must not mind all his guests, however, because every weekend continues in the same patterns of excess and opulence as he provides his guests with only the finest food, drink, and entertainment. Nick, living next door to Gatsby, has been observing the parties at a distance, as a casual observer, but in Chapter 3 he is officially invited to attend one. As he moves from being a spectator to being a participant, Nick is able to provide an informed view of not only what goes on at Gatsby's parties, but also what the partygoers themselves are like. When Nick reveals that he is one of the few invited guests at the party, this little detail tells quite a lot: It signals that in some yet unexplained way, Nick is set apart from the typical party guest. Despite living next door to Gatsby, he has never succumbed to the urge to crash one of the parties (which would have been easy enough to do, given the way in which people come and go from Gatsby's affairs). Perhaps it is Nick's Midwestern roots and their implied propriety that keep him at a distance, but regardless, his sense of decorum shows brightly throughout this scene, helping readers see him as a character with integrity. Having Nick at Gatsby's party provides an unprecedented chance to peer into the lives of the seemingly well-to-do people who attend. The impression is not very appealing. It turns out that the glamorous and glib party guests are, in fact, quite shallow. Nick says that they "conducted themselves according to the rules of behavior associated with amusement parks," again stressing the carefree, stereotypical roaring '20s atmosphere. Much to the partygoers' discredit, however, "sometimes they came and went without having met Gatsby at all." In stark contrast, Nick "as soon as [he] arrived . . . made an attempt to find [his] host." He had little luck, however, because no one could help him. In fact, when Nick asks people for help in finding Gatsby, they can only look at him "in such an amazed way" and vehemently deny "any knowledge of his movements," again setting a stark contrast between himself and the people he tells us about. The only person Nick encounters at the party whom he knows is Jordan Baker. The mere fact that Jordan is at the party suggests that she is, in some ways (ways that are explored later in this chapter and beyond), an extension of the party-going set. Although little is known of her, up to this point, her presence at the mansion suggests that she likely runs with the sort of people who frequent Gatsby's house. She seems intrigued by Nick, however, just as he is intrigued by her, for reasons that remain unstated. Perhaps she finds Nick a welcome relief to the kinds of men she generally meets, or perhaps she is drawn to his Midwestern sensibility, for it is clear he doesn't yet blend in with the East Coast crowd. Whatever it is that draws her to him, she has never before been involved with anyone quite like Nick (this is especially brought out in Chapters 8 and 9). While Nick and Jordan mingle at Gatsby's party, they learn many intriguing things about their host, and everything they learn underscores the idea of reality versus rumor that underlies so much of The Great Gatsby. One of the first things the couple find out is that when one partygoer tore a dress at a party, Gatsby sent her a new evening gown worth a small fortune. Nick and Jordan also discover that part of the Gatsby mythos is that "he killed a man once." Another romantic rumor places Gatsby as "a German spy during the war." How interesting that no one really knows much about Gatsby! In a way, it is a sad commentary on the people attending the party: Can they really care so little about their host that they don't even have the common courtesy to find the difference between fiction and fact? Instead, they believe what is convenient or easy for them, creating a version of Jay Gatsby that meets their ideals. Ironically, the guests' construction of their host is not unlike how the host himself, as is later revealed, has constructed himself. As Nick and Jordan saunter around, they also shed more light on the partygoers themselves. For example, while Nick and Jordan explore the house (under the pretense, at least, of looking for Gatsby), they meet a man known throughout the book as "Owl Eyes" due to his glasses. Two things are striking about him. First, he seems impressed that the books in Gatsby's library are real. Although this may seem merely a careless remark, in fact, it speaks volumes. Gatsby, unlike Tom, is "new money," and Owl Eyes knows it. Clearly he has spent a great deal of time among the nouveaux riches and knows them well enough to know that they are, by and large, about appearances. He is surprised that the books are real, expecting, instead, for them to "be a nice durable cardboard," giving the illusion of a library where none really exists. Instead, Gatsby does indeed have real books. Everything in the house, Gatsby reveals later, has been painstakingly chosen to create an image of affluence. The second revealing statement Owl Eyes makes is that he's "been drunk for about a week now." In this respect, he is a perfect poster boy for the Jazz Age, drunk to incapacitation for weeks on end. The carnivalesque atmosphere of Gatsby's party continues as the couple heads outdoors, still searching for their host. Nick offers a telling commentary on the way of life he's witnessing, stating that after he had enough champagne, "the scene had changed before [his] eyes into something significant, elemental, and profound." Sober, this scene has no more significance than any other, but through the haze of alcohol, it seems to become steeped in meaning. Again, Fitzgerald offers candid commentary into life in the Jazz Age. He is, in effect, offering harsh social criticism, by suggesting that the only way in which a sense of meaning is to be found in this time is through altering one's sense of consciousness. Through the partying, people were able to bring meaning (regardless of the fact it may be false meaning) into their otherwise meaningless lives. For them, drinking was an escape, allowing them to exit the mundane world and take part in something bigger, something more meaningful. The first glimpse of Gatsby reveals a man who stands apart from the type of guests he routinely hosts at his parties. Much to Fitzgerald's credit, the reader, just like Nick, falls into the trap of interacting with Gatsby before his identity is ever revealed. Nick strikes up a conversation with someone of a bit more substance than the typical party guest — someone who asks him questions about himself and is somewhat interested in him (albeit a general passing interest). In fact, Nick remarks that Gatsby possesses "a quality of eternal reassurance . . . that you may come across four or five times in life." His smile, Nick asserts, "believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself, and assured you that it had precisely the impression of you that, at your best, you hoped to convey." The understanding projected through Gatsby's smile is not without its roots — the incidents in his past (especially those discussed in Chapter 6) have led him to value a well-crafted appearance. The image of Gatsby is one of extreme propriety. From the "majestic hand" that signed Nick's invitation to the full-sized orchestra and exquisite catering, Gatsby appears the perfect gentleman. He is gracious and kindhearted (or else how could he put up with his own guests?), a combination that gives rise to rumors. He is, however, set apart from the guests, both mentally and physically. Nick indicates that during the course of the evening, as men and women began to move closer to each other in gestures of flirtation, Gatsby was strikingly marginalized. No one sought to rest her head on his shoulder, no friends sought him out to join their small and intimate groups. Gatsby, the host, remained strikingly aloof from his guests. Nick, likely, is one of the first people to ever realize this. (Again, as a testament to his general nature, Nick comes off as a credible and trustworthy narrator.) Just as one may think that Gatsby will have nothing to do with any woman, however, he sends for Jordan Baker, wishing to speak to her privately. When Jordan returns, Fitzgerald, wanting to maintain suspense for a bit longer, withholds the purpose of their discussion, but Jordan says that it was "the most amazing thing," which is finally discussed at the end of Chapter 4. In addition to providing information about Gatsby, his parties, and his party guests, Chapter 3 also chronicles a return to the issues of morality and equity introduced in Chapter 1. Toward the chapter's end, Nick shifts his focus away from Gatsby and toward Jordan. He reveals his interest in her, but tempers it by discussing her apparent penchant for lying. While he is initially "flattered to go places with her," largely because of her fame, he isn't "actually in love" but feels "a sort of tender curiosity." Nick's opinion of Jordan changes, however, when he finds that she makes a habit of lying her way out of bad situations, thus revealing two contrary facets of his nature. Unlike many of the novel's characters who delight in basking in the fame and notoriety of others (take for instance Myrtle's delight at the power and prestige she gets from being with Tom), Nick's judgment is not entirely clouded by fame. Even though Nick is fond of Jordan he is still able to discern her lack of honesty. However, as admirable as that is, Nick contradicts this good judgment when he confesses that "Dishonesty in a woman is a thing you never blame deeply — I was casually sorry, and then I forgot." Clearly, although he wouldn't admit it, he does hold a double standard, excusing Jordan's shortcomings because of her gender. As the chapter ends, Nick reveals his own sense of self-worth: Of all the people he has known, he is one of the few who is honest. In many respects, this is true, and as the story continues, Nick's moral fortitude becomes more and more pronounced, but the mere fact that he has dismissed Jordan's dishonesty makes the reader wonder, at least momentarily, whether this is true.     Summary Chapter 4 opens with a cataloguing of Gatsby's party guests: the Chester Beckers, the Leeches, Doctor Webster Civet, the Hornbeams, the Ismays, the Chrysties, and so on. From socialites and debutantes to the famous and the infamous, Gatsby's parties draw only the most fashionable of people. One fellow, Klipspringer, in fact, was at Gatsby's house so often and so long that he became known as simply "the boarder." One late July morning, Gatsby arrives at Nick's and announces they are having lunch that day in New York. During the "disconcerting ride" to the city, Gatsby attempts to clear the record about his past so that Nick wouldn't "get a wrong idea" by listening to the rumors. Nick is suspicious, however, when he hears Gatsby reveal that he was born into a wealthy Midwest family (in San Francisco) and educated at Oxford, "a family tradition." After touring Europe, Gatsby served as a major in the military where he "tried very hard to die" but, in his own words, "seemed to bear an enchanted life." As in testament to this disclosure, Gatsby is pulled over for speeding, but is let go after producing a card from the police commissioner for whom Gatsby had once done a favor. In New York, two important things happen to Nick. First, at lunch Nick meets Meyer Wolfshiem, a professional gambler and the man rumored to have fixed the 1919 World Series. Wolfshiem is Gatsby's link to organized crime and there is an intimation that Gatsby may be able to fix Nick up with Wolfshiem in an undisclosed venture (this hint is again brought out in Chapter 5). The second memorable thing which happened to Nick comes through Jordan Baker. She recounts how one morning in 1917 she met Daisy and an unknown admirer, a military officer, who watched Daisy "in a way that every young girl wants to be looked at." His name: Jay Gatsby. Daisy's family didn't approve of the match and so she eventually turned her attentions away from Gatsby and to Tom Buchanan. On the day before the wedding, Daisy reconsidered her actions but after a drunken cry, she thought better of her situation and married Tom. The following April, Daisy gave birth to a daughter. Jordan continues, noting what Gatsby told her on the night of the party. Apparently, it was not coincidence that brought him to West Egg: He purposely selected his house so that the house of his lost love would be just across the bay. Jordan then relays Gatsby's request: that Nick invite Daisy over some afternoon so he can arrange to come by and see her, as if by accident. She is to know nothing about the intended reunion with her former lover; it is all supposed to be a surprise. Analysis All three of the major incidents in this chapter — Gatsby's disclosure in the car, the meeting with Wolfshiem, and Jordan's story about Daisy's soldier — all serve one common purpose: They all give a better understanding of Jay Gatsby's past and, in turn, his present. Gatsby, as if aware of the rumors flying about him, attempts to set the record straight, but doesn't touch on every aspect of his past, only what he wishes Nick to know. Later chapters will give more and more information, even after his death. The opening paragraphs of the chapter read much like a Who's Who of 1922. Nick expands upon an idea brought out in the prior chapter: Gatsby's party guests. Nick recounts dozens and dozens of names, all of them supposedly recognizable. Clearly, everyone who was anyone wanted to be seen at Gatsby's lavish gatherings. Some of the people came from East Egg (they are distinguished by their aristocratic-sounding names: the Endives, the Stonewall Jacksons, the Fishguards, and the Ripley Snells), while others came from West Egg (sporting more ethnic-sounding names such as Pole, Mulready, Schoen, Gulick, Cohen, Schwartze, and McCarty. Fitzgerald's use of names here brings out the notion that East Egg is symbolic of the established social order (the old money) while West Egg is home to the newcomers, people who may have equal wealth, but haven't had it nearly as long. It is curious that Nick recounts the names off notes he took on a timetable dated July 5, 1922, the day after Independence Day, as if to indicate these people have somehow only just arrived and are enjoying the benefits of independence that they didn't even fight for. After the conspicuous cataloging of Gatsby's guests, Nick recounts another of his adventures — this time one that changes the course of his life forever. Gatsby, arriving at Nick's house for the first time, informs him that because they will be having lunch together, they may as well ride together. The real reason for Gatsby's visit, however, is to talk to Nick alone, and so the two men head to the city driving Gatsby's car — so big and excessive as to border on being gaudy. (How ironic it is that a car, a massive symbol of the American dream and here an outward manifestation of Gatsby's wealth, will ultimately lead to his undoing.) When the two men leave for town Nick, by his own disclosure, has little real knowledge of Gatsby, having "talked with him perhaps half a dozen times in the past month." All that soon changes, however, as Gatsby unfolds his story. The discussion is particularly important because it gives the first strong indication that Gatsby isn't quite what he presents himself to be. Up to now, there has been mystery and speculation, but Fitzgerald hasn't revealed enough of Gatsby to allow readers to figure him out. Gatsby tells Nick, "God's truth," that he comes from wealthy people in the Middle West and was "educated at Oxford." Gatsby's inability to deliver that phrase without difficulty alerts Nick that something may be amiss. When Nick questions him as to where in the Middle West he hails from, readers get their first clear indication that Gatsby is recounting an elaborate lie — "San Francisco" is hardly the Middle West, and Nick knows it. Sadly, Gatsby isn't even a good liar and he continues to tell his story, as if telling it will make it so. Fitzgerald later reveals that nearly everything (perhaps everything) he tells Nick during this ride, the candid self-disclosures he freely offers so that Nick doesn't get "a wrong idea" of him from the stories floating around, are themselves fictions created by Gatsby as part of his plan to reinvent himself. In fact, the past that Gatsby describes reads like an adventure tale, a romance in which the hero "lived like a young rajah," looking for treasures, dabbling in everything from the fine arts to big game hunting. Gatsby's past is highly unbelievable — a point not lost on Nick. When Gatsby informs Nick that his "family all died and [he] came into a good deal of money," it is wishful thinking at best, and Chapters 7 and 9 disclose that Gatsby's money came from a very different place. As the two men head to the city, they pass through the valley of ashes, moving from a desolate gray world of dead-end dreams to the city, the place where anything at all can happen. When Gatsby is stopped for speeding, Gatsby need merely to wave a card before the officer and he is let go with a polite "Know you next time, Mr. Gatsby. Excuse me!" Apparently Gatsby once did a favor for the commissioner and receives his eternal thanks. Although Gatsby has just fed Nick an elaborate series of lies, this is the first piece that may well be true. Gatsby, through a business associate whom they are on their way to see, may likely have done a favor for the commissioner — and it is likely to have been something of a questionable nature. The luncheon with Gatsby is not remarkable, save for the character who is introduced: Meyer Wolfshiem, a notorious gambler who is rumored to have rigged the 1919 World Series, an unprecedented scandal that degraded America's Game. Mr. Wolfshiem, a business associate of Jay Gatsby, is everything his name suggests: He is a perfect combination of human and animal. He is wolf-like in his ways, and nowhere do we get better evidence of this than by the human molar cufflinks he sports proudly. Although Nick has begun to like Gatsby and wants to give him the benefit of the doubt, Gatsby's taste in business connections is not at all what a man who comes from the background Gatsby has just recounted would make. Wolfshiem is Gatsby's connection (or gonnection, as Wolfshiem would say) to the world of organized crime. Wolfshiem, as is later made known, has been instrumental in Gatsby's ability to accumulate wealth. Theirs is a partnership in which Gatsby feels some sort of indebtedness to Wolfshiem — although they are partners on some levels, they are not at all equals. That same afternoon, after hearing Gatsby's story and meeting his business contact, Nick has tea with Jordan Baker wherein he gets a more accurate reading of Gatsby. Jordan recounts the "amazing" story she learned the night of Gatsby's party. The story recalls Jordan's girlhood in Louisville and one of her memories of Daisy Fay (who would later become Daisy Buchanan; notice, too, "Fay" is a synonym for "faerie" — an appropriate name for someone of Daisy's ethereal nature). On one memorable day, she saw Daisy with a young officer, Jay Gatsby, who looked at Daisy "in a way that every young girl wants to be looked at." The memory stayed with Jordan "because it seemed romantic." However, she didn't put the Jay Gatsby in Daisy's car with the Jay Gatsby of West Egg until the night of the party.   Through Jordan's story of Daisy right before her wedding, Fitzgerald gives a much better sense of Daisy. She loved the young officer (as Gatsby tells in Chapter 8), but was forcibly discouraged from entering into a permanent relationship with the young man — Gatsby's lack of money was his primary character deficit. After breaking off contact with Gatsby, Daisy began to resume her activities as usual. She meets Tom Buchanan and shortly becomes engaged to him. One the eve of her wedding Daisy has second thoughts, deciding while in a drunken stupor that perhaps marrying for love instead of money is what she should do. As she sobers up she seems to come to terms with herself and what is expected of her. She puts Gatsby behind her and marries Tom. Before long, however, Tom begins to have affairs. Daisy is aware of this from early on, but fails to do anything about it. One can only speculate why. Clearly Daisy is more dimensional than the initial impression of her suggests. She is aware of Tom's indiscretions, but appears not to care. Why? It's difficult to say with certainty, but one theory holds that she enjoys Tom's money and the status she has as a Buchanan of East Egg. Challenging her husband's tomcat-like behavior would jeopardize her status and security — the things her entire life has revolved around. When Jordan finishes telling this story of Daisy, she comes to where Gatsby figures in, and Nick learns a great deal about him through this disclosure. Jordan reveals that it wasn't coincidence that Gatsby's house is across the Sound from Daisy's, as Nick initially believes. Rather, it is all part of Gatsby's calculated plan. He purposely chose the less fashionable West Egg so that he could be across from Daisy, rather than adjacent to her. Jordan also discloses that the parties he hosts are for no other reason than to try to get Daisy's attention. Gatsby, following his dream of being reunited with Daisy, puts on excessive displays of wealth, entertaining people he doesn't know and who don't know him, all for the sake of a lost love. He throws the parties initially in the hope Daisy might attend. Later, he begins to ask his guests if they know her. When he finds that Jordan is a friend of Daisy's, he tells her portions of his story. When Jordan suggests a meeting in New York, Gatsby won't hear of it. "I want to see her right next door," Gatsby protests, with the intimation that he doesn't want to trouble Daisy or Jordan or have them go out of their way. What he really wants is to have Daisy see his house, his nearly ostentatious display of money. In his mind, if Daisy knows how much he is worth, she will have no reason to reject him a second time. As the conversation ends, Jordan brings up Gatsby's request: that Nick invite Daisy over for tea so Gatsby can happen by. The chapter's end raises some interesting questions and complications, again harkening back to the idea of morality that permeates the book. Jordan, confiding in Nick, tells him "Daisy ought to have something in her life," and Nick, by implicitly agreeing to pander for Gatsby, is in accord. Nick is placing himself in a position in which he will have to come to terms with helping deceive Tom while bringing Gatsby's fantasy to life. Nick, too, is becoming more and more involved with Jordan and this, perhaps, clouds his judgment. (At the end of Chapter 3, he was determined to break off relations with a girl back home so that he could pursue Jordan, again showing his moral nature.) As Chapter 4 ends, Nick comes to the realization that both Tom and Gatsby are linked by their pursuit of their respective dreams. Each of the men, Nick realizes, is motivated by his desire to be loved by a "disembodied face float[ing] along the dark cornices." Nick, feeling empty at the realization he has no such dream, pulls Jordan closer to him, ending the chapter with a kiss. If nothing else, this moment of desire makes Nick seem more human. He has needs and longings, just as everyone does. In addition, his agreeing to help Gatsby reunite with Daisy suggests he, too, has a bit of the romantic about him. His morality isn't as rigid as may have been initially supposed; these small acts of human nature help warm the reader to an otherwise aloof man. This release of passion, too, marks a turning point for Nick. From this time, he is open to change and susceptible to the feelings and emotions that many other characters (especially Tom, and to a large extent Daisy and Jordan) work diligently to keep out.     Summary When Nick returns home to West Egg that evening, he finds Gatsby's house lit top to bottom with no party in sight, and Gatsby walking over to see him. Nick assures Gatsby that he will phone Daisy the next day and invite her to tea. Gatsby, knowing Nick doesn't make much money, offers to arrange for him to "pick up a nice bit of money." Nick, however, declines. The next day, Nick phones Daisy and extends his invitation with the stipulation "Don't bring Tom." She accepts his invitation, agreeing on a day. The agreed upon day arrives and Gatsby, wanting everything to be perfect, sends a man to cut Nick's grass and, later, has flowers delivered. Arriving an hour before Daisy, Gatsby is nervous and, for the first time in the novel, a little unsure of himself. At the appointed time, Daisy arrives. Nick ushers Daisy into the house to find that Gatsby has disappeared, only to reemerge at the front door, looking pale and tragic. Gatsby ushers himself into the living room and joins Daisy. The reunion is initially stilted and unnaturally polite, leaving all three people feeling somewhat awkward, but amid the tea preparations, a greater sense of ease overtakes the group. Excusing himself, Nick tries to give Gatsby and Daisy some privacy, but Gatsby, as nervous as a young man, follows him out. Nick sends Gatsby back in to Daisy, while he himself sneaks out the back and wanders around the house for half an hour. Upon his return, Nick finds Gatsby changed entirely. He has moved from the embarrassment of his initial appearance to unbounded delight, radiating a newfound sense of well-being. Daisy, too, reflects an "unexpected joy" through her voice. At Gatsby's request, the three move from Nick's little house to Gatsby's mansion. Daisy, just as Gatsby had intended, is delighted by the magnificence of his estate. Together they wander from room to room, each one tastefully and carefully decorated to create a particular ambiance. Along the way they meet Klipspringer, "the boarder," who was busy doing exercises as if he hadn't a care in the world. At the house, Gatsby passes into yet a third phase: wonder at Daisy's presence in his house. Daisy, at seeing Gatsby's array of shirts, buries her head in them weeping at their beauty. By the end of the afternoon, Gatsby has shown Daisy all the material stability he possesses, yet Nick hints that perhaps Daisy doesn't measure up — not because of a shortcoming on her part, but because of the magnitude of the dream that Gatsby has built over the past five years. At chapter's end, Nick departs, leaving Gatsby and Daisy alone together. Analysis Chapter 5 introduces the heart of the matter: Gatsby's dream of Daisy. Through Nick, Gatsby is brought face-to-face with the fulfillment of a dream that he has pursued relentlessly for the past five years of his life. Everything he has done has been, in some sense, tied to his pursuit of Daisy. In a sense, Daisy's and Gatsby's encounter marks the book's high point — the dream is realized. What happens after a dream is fulfilled? Unlike other novels in which characters work to overcome adversity only to have their dreams realized at the end of the book and live happily ever after (or so the implication goes), Gatsby has his dream fulfilled early, suggesting to astute readers that this won't be the typical rags-to-riches story. The second half of the book describes what happens when one chases, then obtains, one's dream. The end need not be "happily ever after." The chapter opens as Nick returns home, only to find Gatsby's house "lit from tower to cellar," with no party in sight, only Gatsby "glancing into some of the rooms." In an attempt to calm Gatsby's apparent restlessness, Nick tells him he will phone Daisy and invite her to tea. Gatsby, still trying to play it cool, casually remarks "Oh, that's all right." Nick, who now knows a great deal more about how Gatsby functions (and the fact he has spent the last five years of his life chasing a dream), insists on pinning Gatsby down to a date. Gatsby, trying to show his appreciation, suggests he line Nick up with some of his business contacts in order to "pick up a nice bit of money" on the side. Of course, Gatsby is referring to his underworld connections, but what is perhaps so striking about Gatsby's gesture is the apparent tactlessness of it all. Despite his great wealth, his generosity takes curious and non-traditional forms showing just how far out of touch he really is with the "old money" world into which he wishes entrée. On the day of the appointed visit, Gatsby arrives an hour in advance, giving us our first glimpse of his vulnerability. Wanting to make sure every detail of his meeting is perfect (meaning it measures up to his dream) Gatsby has Nick's grass cut and has "a greenhouse" of flowers delivered prior to Daisy's arrival. Gatsby dresses for the event in a "white flannel suit, silver shirt, a gold-colored tie." His clothes, like his parties, his house, and his car, are an overt reminder of his newly earned wealth. It is as if he wants to make sure Daisy does not miss the fact that he now has that one thing that eluded him before: money. When Gatsby arrives, for the first time he shows his vulnerability and uncertainty. Up to this point, he has been collected in every situation, but when facing the biggest challenge he's faced in years, his sulking, self-conscious behavior is nearly embarrassing — the generally graceful man stammers in fright, not unlike a young boy. For the first time, Jay Gatsby seems unsure of himself. At one point, in his nervousness, he knocks a broken clock off the mantel, catching it just before it hits the ground. The symbolic nature of this act cannot be overlooked. Although on one level it is just another awkward incident caused by Gatsby's nervousness, it goes beyond that. The fact the clock is stopped is significant. In a sense, the clock stopped at a specific point in time, trapped there forever, just as Gatsby's life, in many regards, stopped when he was hit with the realization that while he was poor, he could never have Daisy. Gatsby is, in essence, trapped by his dreams of ideal love with Daisy, just as the clock is trapped in that exact moment when it stopped working. Following this analysis through to its final conclusion, one must wonder if Fitzgerald isn't also trying to say that Gatsby's dream stopped his growth in some respects (specifically emotionally); he's been so busy chasing a dream rather than enjoying reality, that like the clock, he is frozen in time. As the afternoon unfolds, Jay and Daisy grow more comfortable in each other's presence. After excusing himself, allowing Daisy and Gatsby the opportunity to be alone together, Nick returns to find Gatsby glowing; "without a word or gesture of exultation a new well-being radiated from him and filled the little room." Daisy, too, appears equally moved by the meeting and (not surprisingly) her voice, "full of aching, grieving beauty" gives away her happiness at the meeting. When Gatsby nears the peak of his comfort, he suggests the party adjourn to his house. As the three people make their way up to and through Gatsby's mansion, Gatsby revels in the impact his belongings have on Daisy. They have, in essence, accomplished that which he intended: They impress her. In fact, Gatsby is able to "[revalue] everything in his house according to the measure of response it drew from her well-loved eyes." Keep this image in mind during Chapter 9, when it is inverted as Gatsby's father revalues his son based on the beauty and number of his material possessions. In another of the book's memorable images, Gatsby takes out a pile of shirts and throws them in the air. The shirts keep coming, and Gatsby keeps throwing them. Shirts of every color, every style, and every texture become strewn about the room in a glaringly obvious display of his wealth. How can a man who isn't well off afford to have such an array of shirts? The shirts' impact is not lost on Daisy, who is always appreciative of a great display of materialism. In fact, the excess and bounty of Gatsby's shirts causes her to put her face into them and cry, sad because she's "never seen such — such beautiful shirts before." Although a seemingly nonsensical statement, it is really a good indication of her true nature. She isn't weeping for a lost love; rather she is weeping at the overt display of wealth she sees before her. When the trio attempts to move down to the waterfront they are held up by the rain, giving Gatsby the opportunity to make a telling statement. He informs Daisy, who clearly has no idea, that her house is right across the Sound from where they are standing. He then continues, informing her "You always have a green light that burns all night at the end of your dock." Gatsby's admission of this secret is lost neither on Nick nor on Gatsby himself (according to Nick). Daisy, however, remains oblivious to its meaning. She is unable to grasp that by Gatsby telling her this, he has shared one of his most sanctified rituals. Prior to that day, the green light (representing many things: hope, youth, forward momentum, money) represented a dream to him and by reaching out to it, he was bringing himself closer to his love. Now that she was standing beside him, her arm in his, the light will no longer hold the same significance. His dream, the goal for which he patterned most of his adult life on, must now change. Gatsby and Daisy are, as is evidenced in this chapter, generally a good match. Gatsby's dreamlike nature complements nicely Daisy's ethereal qualities. Gatsby, the collector of "enchanted objects," as Nick says, seems the perfect match for the otherworldly Daisy who runs exclusively on emotional responses. As if caught up in Gatsby's dream vision, Daisy calls him to the window to look at the "pink and golden billow of foamy clouds," declaring to Gatsby that she'd "like to just get one of those pink clouds and put you in it and push you around." As the chapter ends, Nick, the trusted voice of reason, offers an astute reading on the whole situation. He interprets a look of Gatsby's face to indicate that perhaps he is dissatisfied with the whole affair. What occurs to Nick, and perhaps to Gatsby, is that once a dream is achieved, life must still continue. How does one go about the business of reordering his life after bringing a fabrication, a fantasy, to life? For Gatsby, who has spent the past five years dreaming of Daisy, one wonders whether through the five years he was in love with Daisy, or the idea of Daisy. His relentless pursuit of his dream has allowed him ample opportunity to construct scenarios in his head and to imagine her not necessarily as she is, but as he perceives her to be. As Gatsby peers into Daisy's eyes and listens to her enchanting voice, he becomes more and more in love with the vision he has conjured in front of him. As the chapter closes, Daisy and Gatsby have become so lost in each other that Nick ceases to exist for them. In response, Nick quietly retreats, leaving the lovers alone together.
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Ron Wall Street Journal Sizes Up Obama A "deadly" article regarding Obama, at the Wall Street Journal, which today is the most widely circulated newspaper in America. Article from the Wall Street Journal - by Alan Caruba: "I have this theory about Barack Read more ... Obama. I think he's led a kind of make-believe life in which money was provided and doors were opened because at some point early on somebody or some group (George Soros anybody?) took a look at this tall, good looking, half-white, half-black, young man with an exotic African/Muslim name and concluded he could be guided toward a life in politics where his facile speaking skills could even put him in the White House. In a very real way, he has been a young man in a very big hurry. Who else do you know has written two memoirs before the age of 45? "Dreams of My Father" was published in 1995 when he was only 34 years old. The "Audacity of Hope" followed in 2006. If, indeed, he did write them himself. There are some who think that his mentor and friend, Bill Ayers, a man who calls himself a "communist with a small 'c'" was the real author. His political skills consisted of rarely voting on anything that might be deemed controversial. He went from a legislator in the Illinois legislature to the Senator from that state because he had the good fortune of having Mayor Daley's formidable political machine at his disposal. He was in the U.S. Senate so briefly that his bid for the presidency was either an act of astonishing self-confidence or part of some greater game plan that had been determined before he first stepped foot in the Capital. How, many must wonder, was he selected to be a 2004 keynote speaker at the Democrat convention that nominated John Kerry when virtually no one had ever even heard of him before? He outmaneuvered Hillary Clinton in primaries. He took Iowa by storm. A charming young man, an anomaly in the state with a very small black population, he oozed "cool" in a place where agriculture was the antithesis of cool. He dazzled the locals. And he had an army of volunteers drawn to a charisma that hid any real substance. And then he had the great good fortune of having the Republicans select one of the most inept candidates for the presidency since Bob Dole. And then John McCain did something crazy. He picked Sarah Palin, an unknown female governor from the very distant state of Alaska. It was a ticket that was reminiscent of 1984's Walter Mondale and Geraldine Ferraro and they went down to defeat. The mainstream political media fell in love with him. It was a schoolgirl crush with febrile commentators like Chris Mathews swooning then and now over the man. The venom directed against McCain and, in particular, Palin, was extraordinary. Now, 5 full years into his presidency, all of those gilded years leading up to the White House have left him unprepared to be President. Left to his own instincts, he has a talent for saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. It swiftly became a joke that he could not deliver even the briefest of statements without the ever-present Tele-Prompters. Far worse, however, is his capacity to want to "wish away" some terrible realities, not the least of which is the Islamist intention to destroy America and enslave the West. Any student of history knows how swiftly Islam initially spread. It knocked on the doors of Europe, having gained a foothold in Spain. The great crowds that greeted him at home or on his campaign "world tour" were no substitute for having even the slightest grasp of history and the reality of a world filled with really bad people with really bad intentions. Oddly and perhaps even inevitably, his political experience, a cakewalk, has positioned him to destroy the Democrat Party's hold on power in Congress because in the end it was never about the Party. It was always about his communist ideology, learned at an early age from family, mentors, college professors, and extreme leftist friends and colleagues. Obama is a man who could deliver a snap judgment about a Boston police officer who arrested an "obstreperous" Harvard professor-friend, but would warn Americans against "jumping to conclusions" about a mass murderer at Fort Hood who shouted "Allahu Akbar." The absurdity of that was lost on no one. He has since compounded this by calling the Christmas bomber "an isolated extremist" only to have to admit a day or two later that he was part of an al Qaeda plot. He is a man who could strive to close down our detention facility at Guantanamo even though those released were known to have returned to the battlefield against America. He could even instruct his Attorney General to afford the perpetrator of 9/11 a civil trial when no one else would ever even consider such an obscenity. And he is a man who could wait three days before having anything to say about the perpetrator of yet another terrorist attack on Americans and then have to elaborate on his remarks the following day because his first statement was so lame. The pattern repeats itself. He either blames any problem on the Bush administration or he naively seeks to wish away the truth. Knock, knock. Anyone home? Anyone there? Barack Obama exists only as the sock puppet of his handlers, of the people who have maneuvered and manufactured this pathetic individual's life. When anyone else would quickly and easily produce a birth certificate, this man spent over a million dollars to deny access to his. Most other documents, the paper trail we all leave in our wake, have been sequestered from review. He has lived a make-believe life whose true facts remain hidden. We laugh at the ventriloquist's dummy, but what do you do when the dummy is President of the United States. We the people are coming! Only 86% will send this on. Should be a 100%. What will you do? Please send it on if only to one person. Your Everyday Freedom Is Not Free, Your Military Paid For It!
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AP I just noticed that some of my fellow alumni from Olivet Nazarene University had shared this article so I figured that I would share it also! Let me take a moment to say that I could have attended University of Illinois or a number of the esteemed s Read more ... chools of music throughout the state of Illinois or even in other parts of the country. I did receive other acceptance letters and scholarship offers. But I determined that I wanted to commit myself and my musical vocation to the Lord and be set apart for His service...so I intentionally chose Olivet Nazarene University, a nationally accredited but Christ-centered university which offered a music program and was also close enough to home that I could commute back and forth in order to help care for my bedridden mom and spend my "off time" with my dad, my sister Nancy Moore, and the rest of my family. I was fortunate to receive music and academic scholarships there which covered nearly all of my tuition and to come out only owing $7,500 in student loans. But I was even more fortunate to have the blessing of receiving my education from such a wonderful institution where my biblical training under Doctors Ron Dalton and Tim Mercer equaled what I would have received at seminary and where my musical training and experiences truly helped me progress in ways I might not have elsewhere. I am a proud alumnus of Olivet Nazarene University. Some of my greatest musical memories there included studying music theory and music history and conducting and composition and other required coursework with a panel of elite music professors (Doctors Don Reddick, Timothy Nelson, Neal Woodruff, Neal McMullian, Jeff Bell, Karen Aiken Ball, Martha Gomer Dalton), studying piano privately with nationally recognized concert pianist and clinician / adjudicator Dr. Gerald Anderson who has since retired, filling the position of pianist with the concert band for campus-wide revival services and also on concert tours to various churches and colleges throughout the central United States, performing at the 2004 variety show the Blues Brothers hit "Sweet Home Chicago" with a live stage band featuring Lori Belmonte on vocals and Phil Smith swaggering on sax, performing at the 2005 variety show my own original composition "Alone In The Storm" accompanied by simulated lightning and synthesized thunder and numerous druids surrounding the audience with rainsticks imitating rainfall, jamming on the keyboard with Chicago-famous bass guitarist Pennal Johnson at basketball home games, marching for football homegames (on the same field used by the Chicago Bears for their summer training) with the largest size 30" bass drum on the drumline in the very first season of the marching band (conducted by then student drum major Ryan Schultz who ultimately went on to take direction of Olivet's instrumental ensembles for a few years), singing the famous "Hallelujah" chorus and all the other great works of Handel's oratorio "Messiah" in annual performances at the beginning of each Christmas season, receiving standing ovations from the audience after my performance of Rachmaninoff's second piano concerto at my senior recital in May 2005 just one month after my mom had passed away, progressing from church pianist into the music minister at Kankakee First Church of God (now Countryside Community Church-Limestone,IL) under Pastors DanandRuth Morris and Dwain Miller, completing my internship under Ben Kunz at River Valley Christian Fellowship (where I became involved in the praise & worship for Celebrate Recovery with my friends Darrin Reed, Robert Penley, Patrick Grant, Travis Lee Fann, Ben LeMenager, Miranda Roberts, Lanay Barga, and more), and walking that aisle during the playing of "Pomp & Circumstance" at the 2006 graduation ceremony where it was cemented that I earned my bachelors degree in music ministry. There were so many other memories during my time at Olivet Nazarene University. I also remember at my mom's funeral service in 2005 that a number of my music professors from Olivet Nazarene University came out to show me their love and support. Since graduating from Olivet Nazarene University, I went on to do much musically. I served as an interdenominational ecumenical music minister, worship leader and church pianist with a wide array of different churches including the black charismatic Genesis Community Ministries under Pastor Dave Robinson who was pleased when I formed a choir for some special services, American Lutheran Church (where I collaborated with Kankakee Valley Symphony Orchestra trombonist Dr. Joseph Bayne Schroeder, Kankakee High School assistant principal and undercover vocalist Marcus L. Strother, cantor Jean Ball, and award-winning singing sensation Drew Hillertz), Bradley Wesley United Methodist Church (where I scripted, orchestrated, conducted, and sang solo for Christmas and Easter cantatas), occasionally back home at Onarga Christian Church under Pastor James Small with whom I had been familiar since my younger years, and many other churches including currently Crossroads Baptist Church under Pastor Peter Mahoney and Administrative Pastor / Music Minister Paul Cords as well as Grace Gospel Church of Fort Myers under Pastor Deputy Ken Hill. I have served as a musical director, pit conductor, and rehearsal accompanist with numerous stage musicals including Hairspray at The Station Theatre in Urbana with stage director Dallas Street, "Music Man" at Venice Theatre (the third largest community theater in the United States), and "Footloose" at Lemon Bay High School with stage director Ashley Dignam who has since then moved on and become famous in New York City. I have served as a school accompanist for many different school systems including Champaign Central High School with choir directors Jeff Dare and Tom Mohr and drama director LaDonna Wilson, Kankakee High School with choir director Bonnie Brewer who also got me involved in Kankakee County's annual Spice of Life extravaganza for about five years, and others. I have served as a studio musician for recording artistes covering a diversity of styles and genres in such studios as Studio G Recording with Joe Bright and Pogo Studio with Mark Rubel and a couple studios up in Chicago. I have performed nationally at Washington D.C.'s National Mall on a few occasions, in California's Crystal Cathedral and in San Diego, in Minnesota's Mall of America, at downtown Chicago's Daley Plaza as part of the entertainment leading up to the annual tree lighting, at Tennessee's Beale Street in Memphis and in downtown Knoxville, at Orlando's Walt Disney World, and many other places. I have performed internationally in Scotland at Edinburgh's International Fringe Festival and at Edinburgh's Living Room piano lounge. Some of my collaborative projects with recording artistes have reached as far as Australia, Afghanistan, and Canada. And I have paid it forward through my involvement in fundraising concerts for such organizations as Salvation Army, Junior League, Easter Seals, Ronald McDonald House, and many others. I have been on live television and live radio on numerous occasions. It was just this past April that I had the pleasure of accompanying the Lake Highlands High School Choirs from Texas at Walt Disney World for Festival Disney. Today Friday July 25 of 2014, I will be meeting with the directing staff of Broadway Palm Dinner Theatre and discussing the possibility of giving music direction and rehearsal accompaniment for some of their upcoming musical productions. I am finalizing my certification in music education with the state of Florida and will be seeking a high school band & choir teaching position. I have a few other cool things in the works which will be announced at a future date. Regardless of where I go in life or whatever happens in my life, these experiences will always remain in my heart and on my resume. And I firmly believe that I would not have had these experiences if it had not been for the musical education at Olivet Nazarene University helping me to become the professional I became. I have been very thrilled to hear of the continued growth, achievements, and accolades of Olivet Nazarene University's School of Music. I congratulate all the faculty, alumni, and students of Olivet Nazarene University who have all worked hard over the years to build it into what it has become. I send a big shout out once again to my fellow alumnus Ryan Schultz who for a few years actually took charge of some of the instrumental department and was responsible for much of its furthered success. Kudos to all of you! Check out this article! This is the place I'm from, peeps!
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Recognizing the music program's outstanding achievements and growth, Olivet Nazarene University announces the renaming of the "Department of Music" to the "School of Music," effective July 1, 2014. Dr. Don Reddick is appointed as dean.
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Ladies and Gents, brothers and sisters. I would like to take this opportunity to appeal to the public that if you want to make a point, giving evidence with books that you have in never read is the most criminal way of going about it. Just this morn Read more ... ing, I read on a post by Adedamola Adetayo how a gentleman by the name Mr Elediman was trying by all means to show that Islam is evil and Boko Haram are acting in accordance to the teachings of Islam. To make his point, he went on pasting names of books that according to him supports his claim. The funny thing is this; one of the books he pointed to titled A Short History About Islam was authored by a re-known religious Historian Karen Armstrong. Unknown to this gentleman, not only did Karen Armstrong write an unbiased history of Islam based on its true teachings, but before she did, she actually took a tour to most Countries populated by Muslims including Palestine, lived with the people, learned the religion from the people and read the book before she wrote her book. So I pointed to Mr Eledimab the fact that what he has just done is dubious to which he later accepted the fact that he has not read the book, after quoting frpm the preface of the book to him as shown the below: "Their chief duty was to create a just community in which all members, even the most weak and vulnerable, were treated with absolute respect. The experience of building such a society and living in it would give them intimations of the divine, because they would be living in accordance with God’s will." - Preface to A Short History Of Islam By Karen Armstrong. Seeing that he has as a matter of fact shot himself on the leg, he now asked me to quote Quran 2:191 to 198, claiming that these verses in themselves are evidence that Boko Haram is acting in accordance to the Quran, so I did. As a matter of fact, I started from verse 190: ***************************** Fight in the way of Allah those who fight you but do not transgress. Indeed. Allah does not like transgressors. Q 2:190 And kill them wherever you overtake them and expel them from wherever they have expelled you, and fitnah is worse than killing. And do not fight them at al-Masjid al- Haram until they fight you there. But if they fight you, then kill them. Such is the recompense of the disbelievers. Q 2:191 And if they cease, then indeed, Allah is Forgiving and Merciful. Q 2:192 Fight them until there is no [more] fitnah and [until] worship is [acknowledged to be] for Allah . But if they cease, then there is to be no aggression except against the oppressors. Q 2:193 [Fighting in] the sacred month is for [aggression committed in] the sacred month, and for [all] violations is legal retribution. So whoever has assaulted you, then assault him in the same way that he has assaulted you. And fear Allah and know that Allah is with those who fear Him. Q 2:194 And spend in the way of Allah and do not throw [yourselves] with your [own] hands into destruction [by refraining]. And do good; indeed, Allah loves the doers of good. Q 2:195 *************************** Now the funny thing to notice is that I stopped at verse 195, you know why? Well its because verses 196 - 198 are all talking about the Hajj pilgrimage and not the art of war which further shows that Mr Eledimab has never read these verses before putting them forth as evidence. Do I have to mention that the verses above clearly dictates the necessity of an oppressed people to defend themselves? And that they should desist this act of self defense as soon as the oppressor proclaims the need for peace? To tell you the truth, I felt shame on his behalf. This man probably has a wife and children at home, to whom he stands as a model of truthfulness and moral. Let me end by quoting what prominent Non Muslims who actually read the Quran have to say about the Quran: “It soon attracts, astounds, and in the end enforces our reverence… Its style, in accordance with its contents and aim is stern, grand – ever and always, truly sublime – So, this book will go on exercising through all ages a most potent influence.” [Goethe - quoted in T. P. Huges "Dictionary of Islam", p. 526] “The Koran (Quran) admittedly occupies an important position among the great religious books of the world. Though it is the youngest of the epoch making works belonging to this class of literature, it yields to hardly any in the wonderful effect which it has produced on large masses of men. It has created an all but new phase of human thought and a fresh type of character. It first transformed a number of heterogeneous desert tribes of the Arabian Peninsula into a nation of heroes, and then proceeded to create the vast politico-religious organizations of Muslims world wide which are one of the great forces with which Europe and the East have to reckon with today.” [G. Maragliouth in his Introduction to J. M. Rodwells - 'The Koran", New York - 'Everyman's Library, 1977, p VI] “A work, then, which calls forth so powerful and seemingly incompatible emotions even in the distant reader – distant as to time, and still more so as mental development – a work which not only conquers the repugnance which he may begin its perusal, but changes this adverse feeling into astonishment and admiration, such a work must be a wonderful production… indeed and a problem of the highest interest to every thoughtful observer of the destinies of mankind.” [Dr Steingass quoted in T. P. Hughes - "Dictionary of Islam", pp 256-257] “It is impossible that Muhammad (peace be upon him) authored the Quran. How could a man, from being illiterate, become the most important author, in terms of literary merits, in the whole of Arabic literature? How could he then pronounce truths of a scientific nature that no other human-being could possibly have developed at that time, an all this without once making the slightest error in his pronouncement on the subject?” [Dr. Maurice Bucaille - author of "The Bible, the Quran and Science" 1978, p. 125] “Here, therefore, its merits as a literary production should perhaps not be measured by some preconceived maxims of subjective and aesthetic taste, but by the effects which it produced in Muhammad’s contemporaries and fellow countrymen. If it spoke so powerfully and convincingly to the hearts of his hearers as to weld hitherto centrifugal and antagonistic elements into one compact and well organized body, animated by ideas far beyond those which had until now ruled the Arabian mind, then its eloquence was perfect, simply because it created a civilized nation out of savage tribes, and shot a fresh woof into the old warp of history” [Dr. Steingass, quoted in Hughes' Dictionary of Islam p. 528] “In making the present attempt to improve on the performance of my predecessors, and to produce something which might be accepted as echoing however faintly the sublime rhetoric of the Arabic Koran, I have been at pain to study the intricate and richly varied rhythms which – apart from the message itself – constitute the Koran’s undeniable claim to rank amongst the greatest literary masterpieces of mankind.. This very characteristic feature – ‘that inimitable symphony’, as the believing Pickthall described his Holy Book, ‘the very sounds of which move men to tears and ecstasy’ has been almost totally ignored by previous translators; it is therefore not surprising that what they have wrought sounds dull and flat indeed in comparison with the splendidly decorated original..” [Arthur J. Arberry - "The Koran Interpreted", London: Oxford University Press . 1964, p. x.] “A totally objective examination of it [the Quran] in the light of modern knowledge leads us to recognize the agreement between the two, as has been already noted on repeated occasions. It makes us deem it quite unthinkable for a man of Muhammad’s time to have been the author of such statements, on account of the state of knowledge in his day. Such considerations are part of what gives the Qur’anic Revelation its unique place, and forces the impartial scientist to admit his inability to provide and explanation which calls solely upon materialistic reasoning.” [Dr. Maurice Bucaille in his book: "The Bible, The Quran and Science" 1981, p. 18] May Allah Show Us More Light Just So We See The Truth.
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Unlikely Warriors: The Army Security Agency's Secret War In Vietnam
FOREVER YOUNG NUMBER 15 of a SERIES ALDWIN ARDEAN ELLIS, JR. – “SPARKY” PART 2 By the first week of September, Sparky Ellis was back in his own bunk and happy to be out of the hospital. He felt good, physically, and had been promoted to PF Read more ... C. He wrote his mother and girlfriend from the hospital, telling them about his wounding, but left out the more lurid details. He knew the family had received official notification from the Army, and wanted to allay their fears. They worried about him constantly, so he downplayed how easily he might have died that day. He believed strongly that God had saved him. Called the “Widowmakers,” the “2nd O Deuce” (2/502) was one of the storied airborne units to serve in Vietnam, and had been part of the 101st Airborne Division throughout WWII and Korea. In September 1967, the 1st Brigade of the 101st was placed under operational control of the Americal Division, and was assigned to participate in Operation Wheeler. Its mission was to conduct search & destroy operations against enemy forces, northwest of Tam Ky, and neutralize their base camps. On 12 September, the 2/502 air assaulted into the Que Son Valley, west of Tam Ky, in Quang Ngai Province. Alpha Company landed in a hot LZ northwest of the battalion command post and encountered small elements of NVA and mines that had been placed in the area. Capt. Arnold, the company commander, was slightly wounded in the face by a mine as his helicopter landed, and it was decided he would be replaced within a few days. It was the captain’s second wound, and he was due to DEROS back to the States within a few weeks. On 19 September, Pvt. 1st Class Ellis stood in formation at a change of command ceremony conducted in a dry rice paddy. Lt. Col. Puckett, the battalion commander, passed the Alpha Company guidon from Capt. Arnold to Capt. Charles Otstott, the new CO, and decorated Arnold with two Silver Stars and two Bronze Stars for heroism in combat. Capt. Arnold then flew off to staff duty for the remainder of his tour. For the next eight days, Alpha Company patrolled with no enemy contact. The company was in an area of rolling hills dotted with small farms and bamboo hootches, and moving along a well-defined trail that was wide enough for vehicles. The unit was in its usual column of platoons with the command section behind the lead platoon. Sparky Ellis had resumed his duties as the Second Platoon RTO and was operating near Lt. George Anderson, his platoon leader. Third Platoon troopers had the lead and were moving cautiously, although they had seen nothing in over a week. Late in the afternoon, there was a sharp exchange of gunfire and the Third Platoon leader reported his unit was pinned down by automatic weapons firing from a large camouflaged bunker. He had also seen soldiers in green fatigues to his front, and the platoon was unable to move. Capt. Otstott ordered Lt. Anderson to move the Second Platoon south into concealed positions and place fire on the enemy bunker. As the fire fight raged, Fourth Platoon was deployed to the north; however, they were soon pinned down by enemy soldiers with automatic weapons firing from behind a rocky outcropping, and could not proceed. Helicopter gunships were called in, but had no impact on the bunker. The troopers of Second Platoon continued to press their attack from the south, but came under intense fire from the enemy complex, and most of the men were pinned down with minimal cover. The entire company was running low on ammunition, so Otstott called for resupply, and a short time later, Huey slicks landed loaded with water and ammo. Having stuck close to the Lieutenant, Ellis was one of the few troopers in Second Platoon not pinned down by the NVA machine guns, so his squad sergeant ordered him to go after ammunition. Removing his rucksack and PRC-25, Sparky tightened the chinstrap on his helmet, picked up his M14, and set out for the chopper. Moving fast and keeping as low as possible, he managed a broken-field run across a broad, open expanse to the aircraft, attracting only sporadic gunfire. Loading up as much ammunition as he could carry, he knelt behind the aircraft and stared back across at his comrades. It was a long way across the field, and he knew NVA gunners would be waiting for him. He also knew the guys in his platoon were depending on him to make it back across. Their lives could depend on the ammo he was carrying. Saying a short prayer, he began to run back toward his platoon. He had gone only a few yards when a machine gun opened up and began to zero in on him. Hitting the dirt, he burrowed into the soft soil as deeply as he could and paused to catch his breath. Lt. Anderson, the squad sergeant, and several of Ellis’ fellow troopers saw him go down, and were holding their collective breath as they waited to see if he moved again. Ellis was lying in a slight depression on the sloping field with his helmet toward the enemy position. The NVA machine gunner continued to rake the area with rounds, but apparently was uncertain whether or not he had hit the American. The edge of Sparky’s helmet was dug deep into the red earth and he did not move. His face was bathed in sweat and he could feel the dirt in his ear and on the side of his face as it quickly turned to slimy mud. He watched a string of small golden ants with pale green butts make their way across the space in front of his nose, so oblivious to the maiming and killing being perpetrated by the “superior” species above them, and a smile crept across his face. Maybe he should have paid more attention in Biology class. The machine gun had stopped firing. Sparky drew in a long breath, held it for a moment, and then slowly exhaled. Steeling himself for his final race with the enemy gunner, he jumped to his feet and zig-zagged his way back to Lt. Anderson, with machine gun rounds kicking up sprays of dirt all around him. Diving in head-first beside the lieutenant and dragging the ammo with him, he rolled onto his back, let out a yell, and broke into a big grin. Sparky Ellis had just scored a touchdown. Alpha Company was rearmed, but the enemy force could not be dislodged. Artillery was called in and light rain began to fall. At one point someone shouted they were being mortared, but the fight continued, unabated. Fourth Platoon succeeded in killing the NVA soldiers in the rock outcropping just as darkness fell, and the commander ordered the platoons to move back into a night defensive perimeter. They would medevac the dead and wounded and renew the attack the next morning. After establishing their defenses and posting guards, Capt. Otstott assembled the platoon leaders in a bunker, and they devised a plan for a deliberate attack on the enemy bunkers at first light the next morning. Fourth Platoon would move to a prominent knoll southwest of the enemy and provide a base of fire. Second and Third Platoons would move via the higher ground to the north and attempt to flank the enemy position. First Platoon would remain in reserve with the command section. The attack would be supported by artillery, beginning at 0600, along with gunships and close air support. After the meeting, Lt. Anderson informed the commander he was going to recommend Pvt. 1st Class Ellis for a Bronze Star for his actions that afternoon, and gave him a brief synopsis of the events. Capt. Otstott told him to submit the paperwork and he would approve it. Eight weeks in Vietnam, and Sparky had a Purple Heart and a Bronze Star. In a letter to his parents, the young trooper wrote: “I’ve had a lot of close calls, but God was with me, and there's not anything in hell going to keep me from coming back into the world.” TO BE CONTINUED… Copyright © 2014 Gary B. Blackburn [Sources: vvmf.org; virtualwall.org; lzsally.com; “Screaming Eagles and The Battle for Mother’s Day Hill” By Don Kochi/327infantry.org; “A Brief History of A Company, 2nd Battalion, 502nd Infantry Regiment, 1st Brigade (Separate), 101st Airborne Division, Republic of Vietnam, September-October 1967” By Charles P. Otstott/2nd502.org]
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Unlikely Warriors: The Army Security Agency's Secret War In Vietnam
FOREVER YOUNG NUMBER 15 of a SERIES ALDWIN ARDEAN ELLIS, JR. – “SPARKY” PART 2 By the first week of September, Sparky Ellis was back in his own bunk and happy to be out of the hospital. He felt good, physically, and had been promoted to PF Read more ... C. He wrote his mother and girlfriend from the hospital, telling them about his wounding, but left out the more lurid details. He knew the family had received official notification from the Army, and wanted to allay their fears. They worried about him constantly, so he downplayed how easily he might have died that day. He believed strongly that God had saved him. Called the “Widowmakers,” the “2nd O Deuce” (2/502) was one of the storied airborne units to serve in Vietnam, and had been part of the 101st Airborne Division throughout WWII and Korea. In September 1967, the 1st Brigade of the 101st was placed under operational control of the Americal Division, and was assigned to participate in Operation Wheeler. Its mission was to conduct search & destroy operations against enemy forces, northwest of Tam Ky, and neutralize their base camps. On 12 September, the 2/502 air assaulted into the Que Son Valley, west of Tam Ky, in Quang Ngai Province. Alpha Company landed in a hot LZ northwest of the battalion command post and encountered small elements of NVA and mines that had been placed in the area. Capt. Arnold, the company commander, was slightly wounded in the face by a mine as his helicopter landed, and it was decided he would be replaced within a few days. It was the captain’s second wound, and he was due to DEROS back to the States within a few weeks. On 19 September, Pvt. 1st Class Ellis stood in formation at a change of command ceremony conducted in a dry rice paddy. Lt. Col. Puckett, the battalion commander, passed the Alpha Company guidon from Capt. Arnold to Capt. Charles Otstott, the new CO, and decorated Arnold with two Silver Stars and two Bronze Stars for heroism in combat. Capt. Arnold then flew off to staff duty for the remainder of his tour. For the next eight days, Alpha Company patrolled with no enemy contact. The company was in an area of rolling hills dotted with small farms and bamboo hootches, and moving along a well-defined trail that was wide enough for vehicles. The unit was in its usual column of platoons with the command section behind the lead platoon. Sparky Ellis had resumed his duties as the Second Platoon RTO and was operating near Lt. George Anderson, his platoon leader. Third Platoon troopers had the lead and were moving cautiously, although they had seen nothing in over a week. Late in the afternoon, there was a sharp exchange of gunfire and the Third Platoon leader reported his unit was pinned down by automatic weapons firing from a large camouflaged bunker. He had also seen soldiers in green fatigues to his front, and the platoon was unable to move. Capt. Otstott ordered Lt. Anderson to move the Second Platoon south into concealed positions and place fire on the enemy bunker. As the fire fight raged, Fourth Platoon was deployed to the north; however, they were soon pinned down by enemy soldiers with automatic weapons firing from behind a rocky outcropping, and could not proceed. Helicopter gunships were called in, but had no impact on the bunker. The troopers of Second Platoon continued to press their attack from the south, but came under intense fire from the enemy complex, and most of the men were pinned down with minimal cover. The entire company was running low on ammunition, so Otstott called for resupply, and a short time later, Huey slicks landed loaded with water and ammo. Having stuck close to the Lieutenant, Ellis was one of the few troopers in Second Platoon not pinned down by the NVA machine guns, so his squad sergeant ordered him to go after ammunition. Removing his rucksack and PRC-25, Sparky tightened the chinstrap on his helmet, picked up his M14, and set out for the chopper. Moving fast and keeping as low as possible, he managed a broken-field run across a broad, open expanse to the aircraft, attracting only sporadic gunfire. Loading up as much ammunition as he could carry, he knelt behind the aircraft and stared back across at his comrades. It was a long way across the field, and he knew NVA gunners would be waiting for him. He also knew the guys in his platoon were depending on him to make it back across. Their lives could depend on the ammo he was carrying. Saying a short prayer, he began to run back toward his platoon. He had gone only a few yards when a machine gun opened up and began to zero in on him. Hitting the dirt, he burrowed into the soft soil as deeply as he could and paused to catch his breath. Lt. Anderson, the squad sergeant, and several of Ellis’ fellow troopers saw him go down, and were holding their collective breath as they waited to see if he moved again. Ellis was lying in a slight depression on the sloping field with his helmet toward the enemy position. The NVA machine gunner continued to rake the area with rounds, but apparently was uncertain whether or not he had hit the American. The edge of Sparky’s helmet was dug deep into the red earth and he did not move. His face was bathed in sweat and he could feel the dirt in his ear and on the side of his face as it quickly turned to slimy mud. He watched a string of small golden ants with pale green butts make their way across the space in front of his nose, so oblivious to the maiming and killing being perpetrated by the “superior” species above them, and a smile crept across his face. Maybe he should have paid more attention in Biology class. The machine gun had stopped firing. Sparky drew in a long breath, held it for a moment, and then slowly exhaled. Steeling himself for his final race with the enemy gunner, he jumped to his feet and zig-zagged his way back to Lt. Anderson, with machine gun rounds kicking up sprays of dirt all around him. Diving in head-first beside the lieutenant and dragging the ammo with him, he rolled onto his back, let out a yell, and broke into a big grin. Sparky Ellis had just scored a touchdown. Alpha Company was rearmed, but the enemy force could not be dislodged. Artillery was called in and light rain began to fall. At one point someone shouted they were being mortared, but the fight continued, unabated. Fourth Platoon succeeded in killing the NVA soldiers in the rock outcropping just as darkness fell, and the commander ordered the platoons to move back into a night defensive perimeter. They would medevac the dead and wounded and renew the attack the next morning. After establishing their defenses and posting guards, Capt. Otstott assembled the platoon leaders in a bunker, and they devised a plan for a deliberate attack on the enemy bunkers at first light the next morning. Fourth Platoon would move to a prominent knoll southwest of the enemy and provide a base of fire. Second and Third Platoons would move via the higher ground to the north and attempt to flank the enemy position. First Platoon would remain in reserve with the command section. The attack would be supported by artillery, beginning at 0600, along with gunships and close air support. After the meeting, Lt. Anderson informed the commander he was going to recommend Pvt. 1st Class Ellis for a Bronze Star for his actions that afternoon, and gave him a brief synopsis of the events. Capt. Otstott told him to submit the paperwork and he would approve it. Eight weeks in Vietnam, and Sparky had a Purple Heart and a Bronze Star. In a letter to his parents, the young trooper wrote: “I’ve had a lot of close calls, but God was with me, and there's not anything in hell going to keep me from coming back into the world.” TO BE CONTINUED… Copyright © 2014 Gary B. Blackburn [Sources: vvmf.org; virtualwall.org; lzsally.com; “Screaming Eagles and The Battle for Mother’s Day Hill” By Don Kochi/327infantry.org; “A Brief History of A Company, 2nd Battalion, 502nd Infantry Regiment, 1st Brigade (Separate), 101st Airborne Division, Republic of Vietnam, September-October 1967” By Charles P. Otstott/2nd502.org]
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Unlikely Warriors: The Army Security Agency's Secret War In Vietnam
FOREVER YOUNG NUMBER 15 of a SERIES ALDWIN ARDEAN ELLIS, JR. – “SPARKY” PART 2 By the first week of September, Sparky Ellis was back in his own bunk and happy to be out of the hospital. He felt good, physically, and had been promoted to PF Read more ... C. He wrote his mother and girlfriend from the hospital, telling them about his wounding, but left out the more lurid details. He knew the family had received official notification from the Army, and wanted to allay their fears. They worried about him constantly, so he downplayed how easily he might have died that day. He believed strongly that God had saved him. Called the “Widowmakers,” the “2nd O Deuce” (2/502) was one of the storied airborne units to serve in Vietnam, and had been part of the 101st Airborne Division throughout WWII and Korea. In September 1967, the 1st Brigade of the 101st was placed under operational control of the Americal Division, and was assigned to participate in Operation Wheeler. Its mission was to conduct search & destroy operations against enemy forces, northwest of Tam Ky, and neutralize their base camps. On 12 September, the 2/502 air assaulted into the Que Son Valley, west of Tam Ky, in Quang Ngai Province. Alpha Company landed in a hot LZ northwest of the battalion command post and encountered small elements of NVA and mines that had been placed in the area. Capt. Arnold, the company commander, was slightly wounded in the face by a mine as his helicopter landed, and it was decided he would be replaced within a few days. It was the captain’s second wound, and he was due to DEROS back to the States within a few weeks. On 19 September, Pvt. 1st Class Ellis stood in formation at a change of command ceremony conducted in a dry rice paddy. Lt. Col. Puckett, the battalion commander, passed the Alpha Company guidon from Capt. Arnold to Capt. Charles Otstott, the new CO, and decorated Arnold with two Silver Stars and two Bronze Stars for heroism in combat. Capt. Arnold then flew off to staff duty for the remainder of his tour. For the next eight days, Alpha Company patrolled with no enemy contact. The company was in an area of rolling hills dotted with small farms and bamboo hootches, and moving along a well-defined trail that was wide enough for vehicles. The unit was in its usual column of platoons with the command section behind the lead platoon. Sparky Ellis had resumed his duties as the Second Platoon RTO and was operating near Lt. George Anderson, his platoon leader. Third Platoon troopers had the lead and were moving cautiously, although they had seen nothing in over a week. Late in the afternoon, there was a sharp exchange of gunfire and the Third Platoon leader reported his unit was pinned down by automatic weapons firing from a large camouflaged bunker. He had also seen soldiers in green fatigues to his front, and the platoon was unable to move. Capt. Otstott ordered Lt. Anderson to move the Second Platoon south into concealed positions and place fire on the enemy bunker. As the fire fight raged, Fourth Platoon was deployed to the north; however, they were soon pinned down by enemy soldiers with automatic weapons firing from behind a rocky outcropping, and could not proceed. Helicopter gunships were called in, but had no impact on the bunker. The troopers of Second Platoon continued to press their attack from the south, but came under intense fire from the enemy complex, and most of the men were pinned down with minimal cover. The entire company was running low on ammunition, so Otstott called for resupply, and a short time later, Huey slicks landed loaded with water and ammo. Having stuck close to the Lieutenant, Ellis was one of the few troopers in Second Platoon not pinned down by the NVA machine guns, so his squad sergeant ordered him to go after ammunition. Removing his rucksack and PRC-25, Sparky tightened the chinstrap on his helmet, picked up his M14, and set out for the chopper. Moving fast and keeping as low as possible, he managed a broken-field run across a broad, open expanse to the aircraft, attracting only sporadic gunfire. Loading up as much ammunition as he could carry, he knelt behind the aircraft and stared back across at his comrades. It was a long way across the field, and he knew NVA gunners would be waiting for him. He also knew the guys in his platoon were depending on him to make it back across. Their lives could depend on the ammo he was carrying. Saying a short prayer, he began to run back toward his platoon. He had gone only a few yards when a machine gun opened up and began to zero in on him. Hitting the dirt, he burrowed into the soft soil as deeply as he could and paused to catch his breath. Lt. Anderson, the squad sergeant, and several of Ellis’ fellow troopers saw him go down, and were holding their collective breath as they waited to see if he moved again. Ellis was lying in a slight depression on the sloping field with his helmet toward the enemy position. The NVA machine gunner continued to rake the area with rounds, but apparently was uncertain whether or not he had hit the American. The edge of Sparky’s helmet was dug deep into the red earth and he did not move. His face was bathed in sweat and he could feel the dirt in his ear and on the side of his face as it quickly turned to slimy mud. He watched a string of small golden ants with pale green butts make their way across the space in front of his nose, so oblivious to the maiming and killing being perpetrated by the “superior” species above them, and a smile crept across his face. Maybe he should have paid more attention in Biology class. The machine gun had stopped firing. Sparky drew in a long breath, held it for a moment, and then slowly exhaled. Steeling himself for his final race with the enemy gunner, he jumped to his feet and zig-zagged his way back to Lt. Anderson, with machine gun rounds kicking up sprays of dirt all around him. Diving in head-first beside the lieutenant and dragging the ammo with him, he rolled onto his back, let out a yell, and broke into a big grin. Sparky Ellis had just scored a touchdown. Alpha Company was rearmed, but the enemy force could not be dislodged. Artillery was called in and light rain began to fall. At one point someone shouted they were being mortared, but the fight continued, unabated. Fourth Platoon succeeded in killing the NVA soldiers in the rock outcropping just as darkness fell, and the commander ordered the platoons to move back into a night defensive perimeter. They would medevac the dead and wounded and renew the attack the next morning. After establishing their defenses and posting guards, Capt. Otstott assembled the platoon leaders in a bunker, and they devised a plan for a deliberate attack on the enemy bunkers at first light the next morning. Fourth Platoon would move to a prominent knoll southwest of the enemy and provide a base of fire. Second and Third Platoons would move via the higher ground to the north and attempt to flank the enemy position. First Platoon would remain in reserve with the command section. The attack would be supported by artillery, beginning at 0600, along with gunships and close air support. After the meeting, Lt. Anderson informed the commander he was going to recommend Pvt. 1st Class Ellis for a Bronze Star for his actions that afternoon, and gave him a brief synopsis of the events. Capt. Otstott told him to submit the paperwork and he would approve it. Eight weeks in Vietnam, and Sparky had a Purple Heart and a Bronze Star. In a letter to his parents, the young trooper wrote: “I’ve had a lot of close calls, but God was with me, and there's not anything in hell going to keep me from coming back into the world.” TO BE CONTINUED… Copyright © 2014 Gary B. Blackburn [Sources: vvmf.org; virtualwall.org; lzsally.com; “Screaming Eagles and The Battle for Mother’s Day Hill” By Don Kochi/327infantry.org; “A Brief History of A Company, 2nd Battalion, 502nd Infantry Regiment, 1st Brigade (Separate), 101st Airborne Division, Republic of Vietnam, September-October 1967” By Charles P. Otstott/2nd502.org]
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Augie There are few bands in the annals of rock music as star-crossed in their history as Badfinger. Pegged as one of the most promising British groups of the late '60s and the one world-class talent ever signed to the Beatles' Apple Records label that rem Read more ... ained with the label, Badfinger enjoyed the kind of success in England and America that most other bands could only envy. Yet a string of memorable hit singles -- "Come and Get It," "No Matter What," "Day After Day," and "Baby Blue" -- saw almost no reward from that success. Instead, four years of hit singles and international tours precipitated the suicides of its two creative members and legal proceedings that left lawyers as the only ones enriched by the group's work. Pete Ham (April 27, 1947 -- April 23, 1975) was born in one of the rougher areas of the port city of Swansea, Wales, the third of three children. A very active, adventurous, and moody youth, his biggest passion in life as a boy was music -- his father was a fan of big band music and his older brother played the trumpet. Ham began playing the mouth organ at age four and then turned to the guitar, at which he became extremely proficient, in the '50s. He got his first guitar in 1959, and in the early '60s formed a trio, called the Panthers, with two friends, playing the music of the Shadows, Cliff Richard's backing band. The group later became a quintet and began using other names, including the Black Velvets and the Wild Ones. Members came and went around Ham, and one of the new additions in the early '60s was bassist Ron Griffiths (born October 2, 1946), whose earliest musical inspirations included the Shadows and the Ventures. The group, with Ham, Griffiths, and guitarist Dai Jenkins at its core, eventually settled on the Iveys, after a street in Swansea, and also as a tribute to the Hollies, not to mention their appreciation of the American song "Poison Ivy." In 1965, Mike Gibbins (born March 12, 1949) became the Iveys' drummer. Gibbins, a very powerful player, helped push the band to a new level of proficiency and by the end of the year, the group was being booked as an opening act for local appearances by the likes of the Who, the Yardbirds, the Moody Blues, and the Spencer Davis Group. By 1966, they had a new manager in Bill Collins and were based in London, where they continued to make a name for themselves, both as a regular backing band for vocalist David Garrick and in their own gigs. It was Collins who encouraged the members of the Iveys to write their own songs -- Ham proved the most proficient of the quartet at this, with Griffiths a distant second. By 1967, various record companies and producers, including Decca, Pye, and CBS, expressed an interest in signing them. That same year, Jenkins left the band and was replaced by Liverpool-born Tom Evans (June 5, 1947 -- November 19, 1983). Evans had been playing with a band called Them Calderstones, an R&B-based band whose main influence was Motown. The group was now one of the top outfits to come out of Wales, equally good at loud rock & roll and lyrical pop numbers, harmonizing Hollies style or rocking out '50s style, and the members were writing an ever-growing body of originals. This was the group that auditioned for the newly formed Apple Records label in 1968. First Mal Evans, the Beatles' longtime roadie -- and a friend of the Iveys' manager -- took up their cause, followed by Peter Asher, the head of A&R for the label. Finally, they attracted the attention of Paul McCartney. The group's history at Apple was seldom a smooth one, despite their talent and the very favorable contract that they were offered. Somehow, between the disorganization that seemed to characterize the company's operations from day one and the sheer breadth of the group's talents, a suitable debut single proved very difficult to arrive at. They were too good at too many different sounds, and almost too flexible in their musical attitudes for their own good. A debut single was selected in late 1968 in the guise of a Tom Evans original, "Maybe Tomorrow." The record never became a hit in England or America (though it charted very high in Holland and Germany), but the label did follow it up with an LP. Unfortunately, the Maybe Tomorrow album was something of a blown opportunity. Once one got past the title-track and a couple of other decent rock songs, it was top heavy with novelty tunes that sounded like resurrected '30s pop numbers. This error was a result of many problems: Neophyte producer Mal Evans, who lacked the confidence to assert any judgment, a manager who liked those old-style numbers, and the group's inexperience. The album passed with barely a ripple, never getting out in America and scarcely making it out the door in England, though it did get released in Germany, Italy, and Japan. The record's near-suppression had nothing to do with artistic objections, but rather, with the internal turmoil that Apple was going through at the time. The group's fortunes were rescued by Paul McCartney, who brought them a song he'd written called "Come and Get It," all as part of the proposed soundtrack for a movie called The Magic Christian. They ended up with a number four British hit single and a number seven hit in America, with comparable sales throughout most of Europe; they were now the most successful group ever signed by the Beatles, the problem being that they weren't an intact group at the time of the release. Ron Griffiths, whose girlfriend had given birth to their child in early 1969, quit the group midway through the recording of the music for The Magic Christian. More than a lineup shift was in the offing. The band used the opportunity to change their name, which had proved to be source of confusion thanks to the presence of an older and better established group called the Ivy League. The new name, Badfinger, came from the working title of the Beatles song "With a Little Help From My Friends," "Bad Finger Boogie." It beat out such suggestions as the Glass Onion and the Prix (which came from John Lennon, who surely hoped it would be mispronounced frequently). Tom Evans switched to bass in the course of recruiting a replacement member. After trying (and failing) to recruit Hamish Stuart out of the Marmalade, the group found Joey Molland (born June 21, 1947), a Liverpool guitarist who had been associated with a group called the Masterminds, the Fruit Eating Bears (the backing group for the Merseys), and had been playing with Gary Walker. He joined the newly christened Badfinger just in time to play gigs in support of the release of Magic Christian Music, an LP assembled from the songs from the movie, augmented by remixed versions of the best songs from the Iveys' Maybe Tomorrow album. The new lineup was the strongest yet, after some sorting out and Evans getting accustomed to working with the bass. Ham and Evans were already seasoned songwriters who proved themselves able to write songs to order when they worked on The Magic Christian. That score gave a good look at what this band could do and, apart from McCartney's "Come and Get It," what they could compose. "Carry On To Tomorrow" was a Crosby, Stills & Nash-style harmony number with a high haunt count, while "Rock of All Ages" was greeted by some listeners as one of the best original British rock & roll numbers since the Beatles' "I Saw Her Standing There." Gibbins had begun composing as well, and then along came Molland, who was a formidable songwriter in his own right. They developed a much harder rocking, more solid sound, and suddenly Apple Records found itself with more than just a hot rock act in their midst. During 1970-1971, Badfinger, on top of their own commitments, played on many Apple-associated sessions. Ham, Evans, and Molland had key roles in projects associated with George Harrison, including singles such as "It Don't Come Easy" and the album All Things Must Pass, and at the Concert for Bangladesh. They also worked on John Lennon's Imagine album. Amid all of this activity, the group also recorded what the group believed to be their best album, No Dice, which yielded one classic recording, "No Matter What," as well as an original song, "Without You," by Ham and Evans, that was turned into a monster worldwide hit by Harry Nilsson. It was also in 1970 that the group first hooked up with agent Stan Polley, who ultimately became their manager. He seemed at the time to offer the kind of shrewd, ambitious management that they felt they needed, as all of these events and opportunities were breaking around them. The group liked Bill Collins well enough and owed their original intro to Apple to him; they kept him in charge of their English affairs, but Collins wasn't up to handling the kinds of six-figure deals and international commitments associated with a world-class music act, and Polley seemed to offer that expertise. Polley reorganized the group's finances, supposedly to secure their futures, though ultimately they saw virtually none of the money they were earning. The band toured America and saw the No Dice album get rave reviews. They also found some less than pleasing elements to their success once they realized precisely how fixated American audiences were on their connection to the Beatles. They came to despise having to play "Come and Get It," and also resented being asked more about their relationship to the Beatles than about their own music. At the end of 1971, the group released Straight Up, which today is generally regarded as their best album. Straight Up produced two huge singles, "Day After Day" and "Baby Blue," plus an FM hit in the form of "Name of the Game." To the outside observer, the group's future, like its present, looked ideal. They were all over the radio, touring the United States, and the release of the movie The Concert for Bangladesh, in which George Harrison introduced the band during the concert, was only icing on the cake that year. In point of fact, Straight Up had been a very difficult album to record, going through two producers, George Harrison and Todd Rundgren, in the course of getting something usable. It sold well and might have even sold better had Apple promoted it more actively but, in a sign of the company's internal problems, the group was largely left to fend for itself when pushing the album on tour. Additionally, although the album was popular and Ham enjoyed working with and learning from Harrison, the other bandmembers, especially Molland, felt that Straight Up didn't sound very much like Badfinger. Certainly the two singles had textures and sounds that one easily associated with latter-day Beatles' records and Harrison's solo material. Moreover, the connection with Harrison did nothing to relieve them of the Beatles connection. Furthermore, even at that point, there were problems developing collecting the money they were making -- Apple was in a state of chaos, with Badfinger and the individual Beatles the only artists who were making any money for the company. Additionally, their new manager, Polley, was making all kinds of moves involving their finances, supposedly looking after their interests, but effectively keeping their money from them. And they were still playing a brutal schedule of tours and recording sessions. The year 1972 was one of constant touring and very little recording. A new album was needed, which the group proposed to produce themselves. Their attempt late in 1972 at cutting a fifth Apple LP failed to yield anything usable. In early 1973, producer Chris Thomas was brought in to help them complete the album, a process that delayed its completion until the spring of 1973. By that time, the band was in an awkward, almost impossible situation with their record company. Polley, knowing that their Apple contract was ending in the summer of 1973, negotiated a multi-million dollar contract with Warner Bros., a fact that upset the people in charge at Apple, most notably George Harrison. Continuing at Apple was impossible, however: The record label was in the midst of a state of rapid decline and Allen Klein, still in charge, was insisting on a less favorable contract for the group. In the meantime, the group kept touring and writing. Their final Apple album, entitled Ass, was released late in 1973 just as the record label was nearing the end of its existence as a viable company. The subsequent Apple bankruptcy (which would also tie up the group members' publishing royalties) and the settling of accounts would take many years, and in the meantime cost the group hundreds of thousands of dollars. Just weeks after finishing work on Ass, which they genuinely wanted to support with a tour, they commenced work on a hastily conceived album, Badfinger, for which they had little enthusiasm. Ass, which appeared in November of 1973, had been a departure for the group in terms of its sound, and Badfinger, coming so close on its heels, had given audiences too much to absorb, even though it was a better album. The group returned to the studio early 1974, just as the first Warner Bros. album was dying in the marketplace and the reviews, to cut Wish You Were Here. Meticulously recorded and produced, the album should have been a triumphant comeback for the group. It was at this time, however, that the financial machinations involving the group's accounts broke to the surface. Millions of dollars were gone from an escrow account set up to protect both the group and the record label and Wish You Were Here, which had gotten the group's best reviews in two years, was withdrawn weeks after its release in the fall of 1974, apparently on advice from the company's lawyers. Previously, Gibbins had left the band for a time in late 1972; now it was Ham's turn to exit the group, or at least try to. The mix of personalities and legal entanglements had grown impossible, with Polley controlling all of their income and huge amounts of money seemingly vanished. The year 1974 was, for the band, the culmination of a series of events that would keep lawyers and accountants busy for years. The individual group members found themselves impoverished and in debt despite their years of work, and with little prospect of seeing any of their money at any time soon. A third Warner album, entitled Head First, was hastily recorded by the group late in 1974, but was never released. By that time, the situation between the record label and the group had deteriorated, leading to the canceling of their contract in early 1975. On April 23, 1975, a year into these financial and professional crises, Ham -- critically short of money, with no prospect of seeing any that was owed to him, and with a daughter on the way -- hanged himself in his garage. The group's affairs, already a shambles, had turned into a nightmare. The surviving group members tried to put their personal and professional lives back together over the next few years while the overlapping suits and counter suits wound their way through the system on both sides of the Atlantic. In 1978, with the help of drummer Kenny Harck and guitarist Joe Tansin, Evans and Molland tried reviving the Badfinger name with the album Airwaves. Harck left during the recording of the album as did Tansin soon after, so the remaining duo hired ex-Stealers Wheel drummer Peter Clarke and former Yes keyboard man Tony Kaye to round out the group. They later toured America and a second album, Say No More, followed in 1981, but there was little stability to any of these latter-day versions of the band. Evans, Molland, and Gibbins had an on-again/off-again relationship, and at different times were fronting rival groups exploiting the Badfinger legacy; the legal conflicts proved almost insoluble, as the members themselves disagreed with each other. Sometime early in the morning of November 19, 1983, after a loud argument with Molland over the telephone, Evans hanged himself. The irony was that there was sufficient demand for Badfinger material, that their albums were widely pirated on CD in the late '90s. Among the non-Beatles Apple CD reissues, the Badfinger albums (apart from Ass) were the only group of recordings that sold well enough to justify remaining in print into the 21st century. Molland managed to entice and then alienate fans in the '90s with the release of a live Badfinger album from tapes dating from the early '70s -- on which the drums and other instruments had very obviously been re-dubbed. Various radio performances and concert recordings later surfaced, along with the documentary film Badfinger (1997), which recounts much of their story. ~ Bruce Eder
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Gregory Well said
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The summer of 2014 will go down in history as the season when America fell apart. Let’s take a tour of the disasters. Germany in 2008 enthusiastically hosted candidate Barack Obama for his so-called Victory Column speech. Now, Germans sudden Read more ... ly sound as if they are near-enemies of the U.S. Chancellor Angela Merkel reportedly was furious that her cell phone was tapped by American intelligence agents. She just kicked the top CIA official out of Germany, further enraged that the U.S. had recruited at least one German official to provide intelligence on the German government. Polls show that Germans find Vladimir Putin’s Russian tyranny to be almost as popular as Barack Obama’s America. Japan is becoming similarly frustrated with the U.S. It is rearming like crazy to confront an aggressive China. Both Asian powers apparently assume that Obama won’t guarantee the security of the Japanese as America has in the past. The Middle East is dissolving. Taking U.S. peacekeepers out of Iraq proved a disaster. The radical jihadists of ISIS are overrunning Syria and Iraq, as they extend their destruction even to the mute stones of religious sanctuaries. War looms between Israel and the Palestinians as they exchange rockets and bombs. Older Americans had an idea of what Afghanistan will look like by 2016 after Obama announced a pullout of all U.S. troops. They remember Saigon of 1975 all too well. Crimea has become a Russian satellite. The fate of the Ukraine hangs in the balance. In between his conquests, Russia’s Putin openly ridicules the impotence of the U.S. He is often called to the Middle East on the perception that he can address problems that America runs away from. From his sanctuary perch in Russia, National Security Agency turncoat Edward Snowden is once again releasing top-secret data that shreds the credibility of the Obama administration. Foreign leaders don’t trust the U.S. They are baffled as to whether America is guilty of incompetence in hiring such a roguish dropout snoop in the first place, or guilty of cynically spying on America’s best friends — or both. The economy shrank last quarter. Record numbers of adult Americans are still not working. Zero-interest rates have destroyed the tradition of passbook savings and the very idea of thrift. No-interest financial policies ignited a stampede to the stock market that has further enriched the one-percenters — an artificial boom that everyone believes will soon bust. The borrowing of $7 trillion has proved no stimulus. A natural American recovery was stymied by vast federal borrowing, by the addition of more incomprehensible regulations, and by an Obamacare package that proved to be the opposite of almost everything that was promised. Inflation is said to be manageable, but only by not counting soaring food, gas, and electricity costs that do the most to erode family budgets. U.S. immigration law simply no longer exists. Incoming foreign nationals more likely welcome arrest than fear it. Tens of thousands of newly arrived immigrants expect that the cynical coalition of commercial interests, ethnic activists, and political operatives have subverted existing federal law. America is now wide open. Almost anyone can cross the border and receive subsidized sanctuary. If you object, you are a nativist, racist, or xenophobe — take your pick. No one denies that top IRS officials lost or destroyed key documents concerning the agency’s election-time efforts to subvert conservative organizations. The unbiased IRS that we once knew has vanished. It has become an appendage of the ruling government that punishes enemies and rewards friends — and dodges a high-level audit by lying in the same fashion as the tax cheats it goes after. Americans accept the fact that a video never had anything to do with the killing of four American officials in Benghazi and know that the Obama administration knew precisely that when it assured them otherwise. No one has heard anything lately from Sergeant Bowe Bergdahl, who was traded for five of the most dangerous jihadists the U.S. had in its custody. The less we know about why Bergdahl went AWOL, the administration thinks, the better. The scandals now come so fast and furiously that we no sooner hear of one than yet another new mess makes us forget it.What keeps the country afloat this terrible summer? Some American companies produce more gas and oil than ever despite, not because of, the Obama administration. Most Americans still get up every day, work hard, and pay more taxes than they receive in subsidies. American soldiers remain the most formidable in the world despite the confusion of their superiors. The law, regardless of the administration, is still followed by most. And most do not duck out on their daily responsibilities to golf, play pool, or go on junkets. It is still a hard thing to derail America in a summer — but then again, we have a long way to go until fall. — Victor Davis Hanson MAD
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Randy Wall Street Journal Sizes Up Obama and calls him a dummy. A "deadly" article regarding Obama, at the Wall Street Journal, which today is the most widely circulated newspaper in America. Article from the Wall Street Journal - by Alan Caruba: Read more ... "I have this theory about Barack Obama. I think he's led a kind of make-believe life in which money was provided and doors were opened because at some point early on somebody or some group (George Soros anybody?) took a look at this tall, good looking, half-white, half-black, young man with an exotic African/Muslim name and concluded he could be guided toward a life in politics where his facile speaking skills could even put him in the White House. In a very real way, he has been a young man in a very big hurry. Who else do you know has written two memoirs before the age of 45? "Dreams of My Father" was published in 1995 when he was only 34 years old. The "Audacity of Hope" followed in 2006. If, indeed, he did write them himself. There are some who think that his mentor and friend, Bill Ayers, a man who calls himself a "communist with a small 'c'" was the real author. His political skills consisted of rarely voting on anything that might be deemed controversial. He went from a legislator in the Illinois legislature to the Senator from that state because he had the good fortune of having Mayor Daley's formidable political machine at his disposal. He was in the U.S. Senate so briefly that his bid for the presidency was either an act of astonishing self-confidence or part of some greater game plan that had been determined before he first stepped foot in the Capital. How, many must wonder, was he selected to be a 2004 keynote speaker at the Democrat convention that nominated John Kerry when virtually no one had ever even heard of him before? He outmaneuvered Hillary Clinton in primaries. He took Iowa by storm. A charming young man, an anomaly in the state with a very small black population, he oozed "cool" in a place where agriculture was the antithesis of cool. He dazzled the locals. And he had an army of volunteers drawn to a charisma that hid any real substance. And then he had the great good fortune of having the Republicans select one of the most inept candidates for the presidency since Bob Dole. And then John McCain did something crazy. He picked Sarah Palin, an unknown female governor from the very distant state of Alaska. It was a ticket that was reminiscent of 1984's Walter Mondale and Geraldine Ferraro and they went down to defeat. The mainstream political media fell in love with him. It was a schoolgirl crush with febrile commentators like Chris Mathews swooning then and now over the man. The venom directed against McCain and, in particular, Palin, was extraordinary. Now, 5 full years into his presidency, all of those gilded years leading up to the White House have left him unprepared to be President. Left to his own instincts, he has a talent for saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. It swiftly became a joke that he could not deliver even the briefest of statements without the ever-present Tele-Prompters. Far worse, however, is his capacity to want to "wish away" some terrible realities, not the least of which is the Islamist intention to destroy America and enslave the West. Any student of history knows how swiftly Islam initially spread. It knocked on the doors of Europe, having gained a foothold in Spain. The great crowds that greeted him at home or on his campaign "world tour" were no substitute for having even the slightest grasp of history and the reality of a world filled with really bad people with really bad intentions. Oddly and perhaps even inevitably, his political experience, a cakewalk, has positioned him to destroy the Democrat Party's hold on power in Congress because in the end it was never about the Party. It was always about his communist ideology, learned at an early age from family, mentors, college professors, and extreme leftist friends and colleagues. Obama is a man who could deliver a snap judgment about a Boston police officer who arrested an "obstreperous" Harvard professor-friend, but would warn Americans against "jumping to conclusions" about a mass murderer at Fort Hood who shouted "Allahu Akbar." The absurdity of that was lost on no one. He has since compounded this by calling the Christmas bomber "an isolated extremist" only to have to admit a day or two later that he was part of an al Qaeda plot. He is a man who could strive to close down our detention facility at Guantanamo even though those released were known to have returned to the battlefield against America. He could even instruct his Attorney General to afford the perpetrator of 9/11 a civil trial when no one else would ever even consider such an obscenity. And he is a man who could wait three days before having anything to say about the perpetrator of yet another terrorist attack on Americans and then have to elaborate on his remarks the following day because his first statement was so lame. The pattern repeats itself. He either blames any problem on the Bush administration or he naively seeks to wish away the truth. Knock, knock. Anyone home? Anyone there? Barack Obama exists only as the sock puppet of his handlers, of the people who have maneuvered and manufactured this pathetic individual's life. When anyone else would quickly and easily produce a birth certificate, this man spent over a million dollars to deny access to his. Most other documents, the paper trail we all leave in our wake, have been sequestered from review. He has lived a make-believe life whose true facts remain hidden. We laugh at the ventriloquist's dummy, but what do you do when the dummy is President of the United States.
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Kathy
Tom McDaniel
Wall Street Journal Sizes Up Obama A "deadly" article regarding Obama, at the Wall Street Journal, which today is the most widely circulated newspaper in America. Article from the Wall Street Journal - by Alan Caruba: "I have this Read more ... theory about Barack Obama. I think he's led a kind of make-believe life in which money was provided and doors were opened because at some point early on somebody or some group (George Soros anybody?) took a look at this tall, good looking, half-white, half-black, young man with an exotic African/Muslim name and concluded he could be guided toward a life in politics where his facile speaking skills could even put him in the White House. In a very real way, he has been a young man in a very big hurry. Who else do you know has written two memoirs before the age of 45? "Dreams of My Father" was published in 1995 when he was only 34 years old. The "Audacity of Hope" followed in 2006. If, indeed, he did write them himself. There are some who think that his mentor and friend, Bill Ayers, a man who calls himself a "communist with a small 'c'" was the real author. His political skills consisted of rarely voting on anything that might be deemed controversial. He went from a legislator in the Illinois legislature to the Senator from that state because he had the good fortune of having Mayor Daley's formidable political machine at his disposal. He was in the U.S. Senate so briefly that his bid for the presidency was either an act of astonishing self-confidence or part of some greater game plan that had been determined before he first stepped foot in the Capital. How, many must wonder, was he selected to be a 2004 keynote speaker at the Democrat convention that nominated John Kerry when virtually no one had ever even heard of him before? He outmaneuvered Hillary Clinton in primaries. He took Iowa by storm. A charming young man, an anomaly in the state with a very small black population, he oozed "cool" in a place where agriculture was the antithesis of cool. He dazzled the locals. And he had an army of volunteers drawn to a charisma that hid any real substance. And then he had the great good fortune of having the Republicans select one of the most inept candidates for the presidency since Bob Dole. And then John McCain did something crazy. He picked Sarah Palin, an unknown female governor from the very distant state of Alaska. It was a ticket that was reminiscent of 1984's Walter Mondale and Geraldine Ferraro and they went down to defeat. The mainstream political media fell in love with him. It was a schoolgirl crush with febrile commentators like Chris Mathews swooning then and now over the man. The venom directed against McCain and, in particular, Palin, was extraordinary. Now, 5 full years into his presidency, all of those gilded years leading up to the White House have left him unprepared to be President. Left to his own instincts, he has a talent for saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. It swiftly became a joke that he could not deliver even the briefest of statements without the ever-present Tele-Prompters. Far worse, however, is his capacity to want to "wish away" some terrible realities, not the least of which is the Islamist intention to destroy America and enslave the West. Any student of history knows how swiftly Islam initially spread. It knocked on the doors of Europe, having gained a foothold in Spain. The great crowds that greeted him at home or on his campaign "world tour" were no substitute for having even the slightest grasp of history and the reality of a world filled with really bad people with really bad intentions. Oddly and perhaps even inevitably, his political experience, a cakewalk, has positioned him to destroy the Democrat Party's hold on power in Congress because in the end it was never about the Party. It was always about his communist ideology, learned at an early age from family, mentors, college professors, and extreme leftist friends and colleagues. Obama is a man who could deliver a snap judgment about a Boston police officer who arrested an "obstreperous" Harvard professor-friend, but would warn Americans against "jumping to conclusions" about a mass murderer at Fort Hood who shouted "Allahu Akbar." The absurdity of that was lost on no one. He has since compounded this by calling the Christmas bomber "an isolated extremist" only to have to admit a day or two later that he was part of an al Qaeda plot. He is a man who could strive to close down our detention facility at Guantanamo even though those released were known to have returned to the battlefield against America. He could even instruct his Attorney General to afford the perpetrator of 9/11 a civil trial when no one else would ever even consider such an obscenity. And he is a man who could wait three days before having anything to say about the perpetrator of yet another terrorist attack on Americans and then have to elaborate on his remarks the following day because his first statement was so lame. The pattern repeats itself. He either blames any problem on the Bush administration or he naively seeks to wish away the truth. Knock, knock. Anyone home? Anyone there? Barack Obama exists only as the sock puppet of his handlers, of the people who have maneuvered and manufactured this pathetic individual's life. When anyone else would quickly and easily produce a birth certificate, this man spent over a million dollars to deny access to his. Most other documents, the paper trail we all leave in our wake, have been sequestered from review. He has lived a make-believe life whose true facts remain hidden. We laugh at the ventriloquist's dummy, but what do you do when the dummy is President of the United States. Your Everyday Freedom Is Not Free, Your Military Paid For It!
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I've seen this before but it bears reposting. WSJ Calls Obama a Dummy!!!!!!!!!!!! Wall Street Journal Sizes Up Obama A "deadly" article regarding Obama, at the Wall Street Journal, which today is the most widely circulated newspaper in America Read more ... .. Article from the Wall Street Journal - by Alan Caruba: "I have this theory about Barack Obama. I think he's led a kind of make-believe life in which money was provided and doors were opened because at some point early on somebody or some group (George Soros anybody?) took a look at this tall, good looking, half-white, half-black, young man with an exotic African/Muslim name and concluded he could be guided toward a life in politics where his facile speaking skills could even put him in the White House. In a very real way, he has been a young man in a very big hurry. Who else do you know has written two memoirs before the age of 45? "Dreams of My Father" was published in 1995 when he was only 34 years old. The "Audacity of Hope" followed in 2006. If, indeed, he did write them himself. There are some who think that his mentor and friend, Bill Ayers, a man who calls himself a "communist with a small 'c'" was the real author. His political skills consisted of rarely voting on anything that might be deemed controversial. He went from a legislator in the Illinois legislature to the Senator from that state because he had the good fortune of having Mayor Daley's formidable political machine at his disposal. He was in the U.S. Senate so briefly that his bid for the presidency was either an act of astonishing self-confidence or part of some greater game plan that had been determined before he first stepped foot in the Capital. How, many must wonder, was he selected to be a 2004 keynote speaker at the Democrat convention that nominated John Kerry when virtually no one had ever even heard of him before? He outmaneuvered Hillary Clinton in primaries. He took Iowa by storm. A charming young man, an anomaly in the state with a very small black population, he oozed "cool" in a place where agriculture was the antithesis of cool. He dazzled the locals. And he had an army of volunteers drawn to a charisma that hid any real substance. And then he had the great good fortune of having the Republicans select one of the most inept candidates for the presidency since Bob Dole. And then John McCain did something crazy. He picked Sarah Palin, an unknown female governor from the very distant state of Alaska . It was a ticket that was reminiscent of 1984's Walter Mondale and Geraldine Ferraro and they went down to defeat. The mainstream political media fell in love with him. It was a schoolgirl crush with febrile commentators like Chris Mathews swooning then and now over the man. The venom directed against McCain and, in particular, Palin, was extraordinary. Now, 5 full years into his presidency, all of those gilded years leading up to the White House have left him unprepared to be President. Left to his own instincts, he has a talent for saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. It swiftly became a joke that he could not deliver even the briefest of statements without the ever-present Tele-Prompters. Far worse, however, is his capacity to want to "wish away" some terrible realities, not the least of which is the Islamist intention to destroy America and enslave the West. Any student of history knows how swiftly Islam initially spread. It knocked on the doors of Europe, having gained a foothold in Spain . The great crowds that greeted him at home or on his campaign "world tour" were no substitute for having even the slightest grasp of history and the reality of a world filled with really bad people with really bad intentions. Oddly and perhaps even inevitably, his political experience, a cakewalk, has positioned him to destroy the Democrat Party's hold on power in Congress because in the end it was never about the Party. It was always about his communist ideology, learned at an early age from family, mentors, college professors, and extreme leftist friends and colleagues. Obama is a man who could deliver a snap judgment about a Boston police officer who arrested an "obstreperous" Harvard professor-friend, but would warn Americans against "jumping to conclusions" about a mass murderer at Fort Hood who shouted "Allahu Akbar." The absurdity of that was lost on no one. He has since compounded this by calling the Christmas bomber "an isolated extremist" only to have to admit a day or two later that he was part of an al Qaeda plot. He is a man who could strive to close down our detention facility at Guantanamo even though those released were known to have returned to the battlefield against America . He could even instruct his Attorney General to afford the perpetrator of 9/11 a civil trial when no one else would ever even consider such an obscenity. And he is a man who could wait three days before having anything to say about the perpetrator of yet another terrorist attack on Americans and then have to elaborate on his remarks the following day because his first statement was so lame. The pattern repeats itself. He either blames any problem on the Bush administration or he naively seeks to wish away the truth. Knock, knock. Anyone home? Anyone there? Barack Obama exists only as the sock puppet of his handlers, of the people who have maneuvered and manufactured this pathetic individual's life. When anyone else would quickly and easily produce a birth certificate, this man spent over a million dollars to deny access to his. Most other documents, the paper trail we all leave in our wake, have been sequestered from review. He has lived a make-believe life whose true facts remain hidden. We laugh at the ventriloquist's dummy, but what do you do when the dummy is President of the United States . We the people are coming! Only 86% will send this on. Should be a 100%. What will you do? Please send it on if only to one person. Your Everyday Freedom Is Not Free, Your Military Paid For It! Those that voted for him have sold the country down the river. My, how they must be proud of themselves. No virus found in this message. ________________________________________ No virus found in this message. Checked by AVG -
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Glenn I've seen this before but it bears reposting. WSJ Calls Obama a Dummy!!!!!!!!!!!! Wall Street Journal Sizes Up Obama A "deadly" article regarding Obama, at the Wall Street Journal, which today is the most widely circulated newspaper in America Read more ... .. Article from the Wall Street Journal - by Alan Caruba: "I have this theory about Barack Obama. I think he's led a kind of make-believe life in which money was provided and doors were opened because at some point early on somebody or some group (George Soros anybody?) took a look at this tall, good looking, half-white, half-black, young man with an exotic African/Muslim name and concluded he could be guided toward a life in politics where his facile speaking skills could even put him in the White House. In a very real way, he has been a young man in a very big hurry. Who else do you know has written two memoirs before the age of 45? "Dreams of My Father" was published in 1995 when he was only 34 years old. The "Audacity of Hope" followed in 2006. If, indeed, he did write them himself. There are some who think that his mentor and friend, Bill Ayers, a man who calls himself a "communist with a small 'c'" was the real author. His political skills consisted of rarely voting on anything that might be deemed controversial. He went from a legislator in the Illinois legislature to the Senator from that state because he had the good fortune of having Mayor Daley's formidable political machine at his disposal. He was in the U.S. Senate so briefly that his bid for the presidency was either an act of astonishing self-confidence or part of some greater game plan that had been determined before he first stepped foot in the Capital. How, many must wonder, was he selected to be a 2004 keynote speaker at the Democrat convention that nominated John Kerry when virtually no one had ever even heard of him before? He outmaneuvered Hillary Clinton in primaries. He took Iowa by storm. A charming young man, an anomaly in the state with a very small black population, he oozed "cool" in a place where agriculture was the antithesis of cool. He dazzled the locals. And he had an army of volunteers drawn to a charisma that hid any real substance. And then he had the great good fortune of having the Republicans select one of the most inept candidates for the presidency since Bob Dole. And then John McCain did something crazy. He picked Sarah Palin, an unknown female governor from the very distant state of Alaska . It was a ticket that was reminiscent of 1984's Walter Mondale and Geraldine Ferraro and they went down to defeat. The mainstream political media fell in love with him. It was a schoolgirl crush with febrile commentators like Chris Mathews swooning then and now over the man. The venom directed against McCain and, in particular, Palin, was extraordinary. Now, 5 full years into his presidency, all of those gilded years leading up to the White House have left him unprepared to be President. Left to his own instincts, he has a talent for saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. It swiftly became a joke that he could not deliver even the briefest of statements without the ever-present Tele-Prompters. Far worse, however, is his capacity to want to "wish away" some terrible realities, not the least of which is the Islamist intention to destroy America and enslave the West. Any student of history knows how swiftly Islam initially spread. It knocked on the doors of Europe, having gained a foothold in Spain . The great crowds that greeted him at home or on his campaign "world tour" were no substitute for having even the slightest grasp of history and the reality of a world filled with really bad people with really bad intentions. Oddly and perhaps even inevitably, his political experience, a cakewalk, has positioned him to destroy the Democrat Party's hold on power in Congress because in the end it was never about the Party. It was always about his communist ideology, learned at an early age from family, mentors, college professors, and extreme leftist friends and colleagues. Obama is a man who could deliver a snap judgment about a Boston police officer who arrested an "obstreperous" Harvard professor-friend, but would warn Americans against "jumping to conclusions" about a mass murderer at Fort Hood who shouted "Allahu Akbar." The absurdity of that was lost on no one. He has since compounded this by calling the Christmas bomber "an isolated extremist" only to have to admit a day or two later that he was part of an al Qaeda plot. He is a man who could strive to close down our detention facility at Guantanamo even though those released were known to have returned to the battlefield against America . He could even instruct his Attorney General to afford the perpetrator of 9/11 a civil trial when no one else would ever even consider such an obscenity. And he is a man who could wait three days before having anything to say about the perpetrator of yet another terrorist attack on Americans and then have to elaborate on his remarks the following day because his first statement was so lame. The pattern repeats itself. He either blames any problem on the Bush administration or he naively seeks to wish away the truth. Knock, knock. Anyone home? Anyone there? Barack Obama exists only as the sock puppet of his handlers, of the people who have maneuvered and manufactured this pathetic individual's life. When anyone else would quickly and easily produce a birth certificate, this man spent over a million dollars to deny access to his. Most other documents, the paper trail we all leave in our wake, have been sequestered from review. He has lived a make-believe life whose true facts remain hidden. We laugh at the ventriloquist's dummy, but what do you do when the dummy is President of the United States . We the people are coming! Only 86% will send this on. Should be a 100%. What will you do? Please send it on if only to one person. Your Everyday Freedom Is Not Free, Your Military Paid For It! Those that voted for him have sold the country down the river. My, how they must be proud of themselves. No virus found in this message. ________________________________________ No virus found in this message. Checked by AVG -
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Charles Article from the Wall Street Journal - by Alan Caruba: WSJ Calls Obama a Dummy!!!!!!!!!!!! Wall Street Journal Sizes Up Obama A "deadly" article regarding Obama, at the Wall Street Journal, which today is the most widely circulated newspaper i Read more ... n America. Article from the Wall Street Journal - by Alan Caruba: "I have this theory about Barack Obama. I think he's led a kind of make-believe life in which money was provided and doors were opened because at some point early on somebody or some group (George Soros anybody?) took a look at this tall, good looking, half-white, half-black, young man with an exotic African/Muslim name and concluded he could be guided toward a life in politics where his facile speaking skills could even put him in the White House. In a very real way, he has been a young man in a very big hurry. Who else do you know has written two memoirs before the age of 45? "Dreams of My Father" was published in 1995 when he was only 34 years old. The "Audacity of Hope" followed in 2006. If, indeed, he did write them himself. There are some who think that his mentor and friend, Bill Ayers, a man who calls himself a "communist with a small 'c'" was the real author. His political skills consisted of rarely voting on anything that might be deemed controversial. He went from a legislator in the Illinois legislature to the Senator from that state because he had the good fortune of having Mayor Daley's formidable political machine at his disposal. He was in the U.S. Senate so briefly that his bid for the presidency was either an act of astonishing self-confidence or part of some greater game plan that had been determined before he first stepped foot in the Capital. How, many must wonder, was he selected to be a 2004 keynote speaker at the Democrat convention that nominated John Kerry when virtually no one had ever even heard of him before? He outmaneuvered Hillary Clinton in primaries. He took Iowa by storm. A charming young man, an anomaly in the state with a very small black population, he oozed "cool" in a place where agriculture was the antithesis of cool. He dazzled the locals. And he had an army of volunteers drawn to a charisma that hid any real substance. And then he had the great good fortune of having the Republicans select one of the most inept candidates for the presidency since Bob Dole. And then John McCain did something crazy. He picked Sarah Palin, an unknown female governor from the very distant state of Alaska. It was a ticket that was reminiscent of 1984's Walter Mondale and Geraldine Ferraro and they went down to defeat. The mainstream political media fell in love with him. It was a schoolgirl crush with febrile commentators like Chris Mathews swooning then and now over the man. The venom directed against McCain and, in particular, Palin, was extraordinary. Now, 5 full years into his presidency, all of those gilded years leading up to the White House have left him unprepared to be President. Left to his own instincts, he has a talent for saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. It swiftly became a joke that he could not deliver even the briefest of statements without the ever-present Tele-Prompters. Far worse, however, is his capacity to want to "wish away" some terrible realities, not the least of which is the Islamist intention to destroy America and enslave the West. Any student of history knows how swiftly Islam initially spread. It knocked on the doors of Europe, having gained a foothold in Spain. The great crowds that greeted him at home or on his campaign "world tour" were no substitute for having even the slightest grasp of history and the reality of a world filled with really bad people with really bad intentions. Oddly and perhaps even inevitably, his political experience, a cakewalk, has positioned him to destroy the Democrat Party's hold on power in Congress because in the end it was never about the Party. It was always about his communist ideology, learned at an early age from family, mentors, college professors, and extreme leftist friends and colleagues. Obama is a man who could deliver a snap judgment about a Boston police officer who arrested an "obstreperous" Harvard professor-friend, but would warn Americans against "jumping to conclusions" about a mass murderer at Fort Hood who shouted "Allahu Akbar." The absurdity of that was lost on no one. He has since compounded this by calling the Christmas bomber "an isolated extremist" only to have to admit a day or two later that he was part of an al Qaeda plot. He is a man who could strive to close down our detention facility at Guantanamo even though those released were known to have returned to the battlefield against America. He could even instruct his Attorney General to afford the perpetrator of 9/11 a civil trial when no one else would ever even consider such an obscenity. And he is a man who could wait three days before having anything to say about the perpetrator of yet another terrorist attack on Americans and then have to elaborate on his remarks the following day because his first statement was so lame. The pattern repeats itself. He either blames any problem on the Bush administration or he naively seeks to wish away the truth. Knock, knock. Anyone home? Anyone there? Barack Obama exists only as the sock puppet of his handlers, of the people who have maneuvered and manufactured this pathetic individual's life. When anyone else would quickly and easily produce a birth certificate, this man spent over a million dollars to deny access to his. Most other documents, the paper trail we all leave in our wake, have been sequestered from review. He has lived a make-believe life whose true facts remain hidden. We laugh at the ventriloquist's dummy, but what do you do when the dummy is President of the United States. We the people are coming! Only 86% will send this on. Should be a 100%. What will you do? Please send it on if only to one person. Your Everyday Freedom Is Not Free, Your Military Paid For It! Those that voted for him have sold the country down the river. My, they must be proud of themselves.
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